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h0rr0rsaxo · 2 years ago

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Hi there! So I have a few ideas, here's on for Oc-verse.

So Lucien gets dragged back By ocv Fang and Viper and just rants to The Shadows (Enids proxies) about how adorable and cute the humans from the Cp universe are. Everyone is sitting there like..."Wtf I sound so fucking weak." like Kellin is talking about how big of a pussy he seems and Lucien talks about human Anni and describes how small and "cute" she is and Varrick is like..oh? Ocv Anni obviously is not happy about being so "weak" in the other universe and she just scoffs and ignores Lucien. Demon Varrick though...he listens and gets curious. So he goes to Cp verse and finds Anni. She's in the woods and he kinda watches her until she spots him and just sees glowing eyes. In an attempt to run, she slips on a rock and hits her head on a tree root, and gets knocked out.

Waking up she sees this demon dude who is just staring at her, she is slightly concussed and very confused and he says who he is and she's like...."uhhhh....what?" but he just stares at her eyes, her freckles, how small she is, and even takes notice of her hands lmao. All in all its adorable and cute until Ocv Anni pops out of nowhere, pissed and annoyed and she tries to get Varrick to come back but he refuses and grasps onto human Anni. Ocv Anni, being pissed off, she just leaves and goes and finds someone else to intimidate and then flirt with lmao-

(tysm, this is a lot so no pressure and feel free to change or add anything!)

[ humans. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: Lucien beng a little shit is so funny. He doesn't care if he's getting hateful glares, bro just keep TALKING. Lawd. Also, this isn't proofread, so if it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry- I was just writing and was hyperfocused. Writing without thinking?

Word count: 3,781

Fang stood with her arms crossed, her eyes flashing with anger as Viper tried to defend himself. They were standing in a dimly lit alleyway, the only source of light coming from a flickering street lamp above them. Fang's long black hair whipped around in the wind as she glared at Viper— creatures of sorts crawled and scrambled amongst Nightmare's realm. The luminous sky above adorned not one— but three moons, all shining down on the three figures in the dark.

"Are you kidding me, Viper?" Fang spat, the little fox on her shoulder growling along with her, as if to emphasize her anger, "We were supposed to capture Lucien two hours ago! And now, because of your incompetence, we're going to be in so much trouble with Nightmare. What are we supposed to tell her?! That you got your feelings hurt, and fled to another realm?! I can't believe you decided to pull this stupid bullshit on the most unforgiving Goddess we've EVER worked for!"

Viper rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Well, maybe if you didn't reject me, this wouldn't have happened!" She retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Fang's eyes widened in disbelief. "This is not the time for this, Viper!" she shouted. "You're being unreasonable!"

Viper stepped closer to Fang, her face twisted in anger. "Unreasonable?" She growled. "You're the one who's always been so cold to me! Maybe if you had just given me a chance, we could have worked together better and caught our target on time. Maybe— I wouldn't have to resort to finding a Fang who would actually appreciate me!"

Fang shook her head in frustration, "This is not about us, Viper!" she yelled. "This is about our mission and our duty to Nightmare. You need to focus on the task at hand and stop bringing up irrelevant issues."

Viper took a step back, her anger deflating slightly. "I know," she mumbled. "I'm sorry. I just...I'm frustrated. I feel like I can't do anything right when it comes to you."

Fang softened slightly, her anger giving way to sympathy. "It's not about you, Viper," she said gently. "It's about our duty to Nightmare. We need to focus on that and get to our target before it's too late. Before we get a public execution— one slip up, and she's going to feel us to the rats."

Lucien was being dragged while tied up, his arms bound tightly behind his back as Fang stood before him, a look of determination on her face. She had finally caught him, after hours of chasing and battling him, and now she had him right where she wanted him. But Lucien was not deterred. Even in this precarious situation, he couldn't help but flirt with Fang. "You know, you're even more beautiful up close, and that other version of you? So adorable. " he said, his voice low and seductive.

Fang rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way Viper audibly growled at this man— she had absolutely no time for their antics right now. "Save it, Lucien," she said sternly. "You're going to pay for what you've done."

Lucien smirked. He marveled at Fang's determination and the way her darkened eyes seemed to flicker like an unsettling fire. The radiant strength that seeped off her body was contagious, and being next to her, Lucien felt like he could stand up to anything that was in his way, "Oh, I'm sure I will," he said, his eyes roaming over Fang's body. "But maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement? I'm sure we could both benefit from a little...negotiation—"

"I will slaughter you, and feed you to my hyenas if you continue to flirt with her." Viper let out an unsettling growl emerge from her throat, her eyes glistening a mischievous glint as she reached for her scythe to deliver the last blow to Akuma's pathetic and irritatingly strong son— Lucien only laughed at her— her threats meant nothing to him.

The moon shone down on the deserted street, casting an eerie glow on the empty buildings and silent alleyways. It was a night of stillness and solitude, a time when most people had retreated to the safety of their homes. But then, out of nowhere, a group of figures appeared in the distance. They were cloaked in darkness, their movements swift and silent as they made their way towards Fang, Viper and Lucien. They called themselves "The Shadows," and their presence was enough to make Fang's skin crawl with absolute annoyance— what the hell were they doing in Nightmare's realm? Last time she remembered, they weren't allowed here.

As they approached, their condescending laughter rang out like the howls of wolves, echoing through the empty streets. Fang and Viper stood their ground, but they knew they were outnumbered and outmatched. The moonlight glinted off the blades and weapons that The Shadows held, casting a chilling glare across their faces.

"I'd never thought you would actually return, Fang. After all, you're still just a little human— you can barely fend for yourself." Anni laughed, their eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, as if she was a creature of the night themselves. Fang felt a surge of anger and frustration. These Shadows had been a thorn in her side for months, always popping up when she least expected it, always causing trouble. She was tired of their games, tired of their taunts and their laughter.

But as they closed in around her, their menacing presence looming over her like a dark cloud, Fang knew she had to stay focused. She couldn't let her fear get the best of her, not when the lives of her friend and the safety of the city were at stake.

With a deep breath, Fang stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice steady and strong.

"Hey! What's up guys? Was wondering when you would show up!" Lucien was clearly unable to sense the tension in the air— this air-head seemed to chat with just anybody, even if they considered him an enemy. "I need to tell you about the crazy fucking things I saw! You will never believe this— but you guys were all humans in this universe I went to!"

"Humans? What the hell are you talking about, Lucien?" As the night sky hung heavy above, a silvery luminescence cascaded down from the full moon, casting an ethereal glow upon the world below. It was in this otherworldly light that Vince finally showed his face in the street light. The moonlight seemed to dance upon his skin, illuminating every facet of his being.

"I wouldn't even talk to him if I were you, this guy is a complete fucking nutcase." Kellin rolled his eyes, also stepping into the comfort of the moonlight— his blades glinting. Despite his precarious situation, Lucien remained calm and collected. His mind was a steel trap, sharp and agile, and he used it to carefully consider his words as he spoke to The Shadow proxies that surrounded him.

"Oh yeah? Well, you can always see it for yourself, I have the exact portal coordinates," They loomed large, with faces that twisted and contorted in the flickering light, yet Lucien did not falter. He spoke with an air of confidence and authority, as if he were a scholar lecturing to a room full of eager students. "First of all— you should have seen Varrick, oh dude— he was human! A cocky human at that— he was much smaller of course, but man, that guy had some balls, I'll tell you that. He threatened to kick my ass so many times— even if he knows I could kill him, can you believe that?!" Lucien laughed loudly, his sounds of laughter echoing off the streets— causing Varrick to narrow his eyes slightly.

"A little human wasn't scared of the son of Akuma? He seems so brave, and confident— I like that in a man." Anni let a little smirk tug at her lips, putting her hand onto her hip as she listened to this tale that Lucien told. Varrick— who was right beside her— felt oddly offended.

"I'm confident too.." Varrick muttered quietly, while Anni slipped a hand onto his face, teasingly brushing her gloved hands against his sensitive and untouched skin.

"Oh please, we all know you're lying to yourself, Varrick. You just have to accept that there is a more handsome version of you out there." Anni teased, nudging the much larger man with her hip as he slumped with a little sigh. The Shadows listened intently, their forms shifting and swaying in response to Lucien's words.

"And Kellin! When I tried to speak to your human version, I kid you not, he started screaming because there was a spider on my shoulder! Never in my life, would I have thought I would hear any version of you scream. I couldn’t stop laughing, I wish I recorded it.." As Lucien spoke, the moonlight seemed to intensify, casting them to glare down athim. Yet he remained unafraid, his voice ringing out clear and true in the night. He knew that he had stumbled upon something extraordinary, and he was determined to share it with them.

"What the fuck? I sound so fucking weak. I didn't kill hundreds, just to be patronized like this." Kellin felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as the group erupted into laughter. His eyes darted around, searching for a way out of the situation, but he found no escape. He had made a foolish mistake, and now he was paying the price. The laughter continued, growing louder and more raucous with each passing moment.

"Vince, don't even let me get started on you— when I saw you, you were wearing an apron and you were holding a tray of cupcakes!" Lucien continued to laugh, tears started to even spring to his eyes as he howled with laughter, "Your human version even offered me one!" Vince could feel the weight of his group's amusement pressing down upon him, suffocating him with its intensity— he crossed his arms angrily and waited for the laughter to die down.

"Oh my god— and Anni? She was so small, and cute. I swear, she had the cutest little freckles on her face and get this—" They seemed to be drawn to the tales he wove, their interest piqued by the stories he told of the other world he had seen. His descriptions were vivid and intricate, each word carefully chosen to paint a picture in the minds of his captive audience. "This Anni was actually….nice!"

"No fucking way." Kellin crossed his arms, "You're so full of shit, Lucien."

"Am I?" Lucien challenged, his Chesire-like grin carved onto his face, "Go see it for yourself— you won't regret it."

Anni's voice was hushed, almost reverent, as she began to insult this supposed version of herself, "I seem so fucking pathetic. I can't believe a version of myself even exists— I'm so glad humans barely exist in this world, they fucking disgust me." She said, her eyes alight with annoyance. "I'm done hearing about this weird shit. I have more important things to do."

Varrick's face flushed as he felt a warmth spread across his cheeks, the telltale sign of a blush. He couldn't believe how much of an effect Anni had on him with just the very thought of her being not only human, but a kind-hearted human— the thought of it had his heart racing, and he was going to take Lucien's advice— he was going to go see this Anni from another universe.

— . — . —

Anni wandered through the woods, her senses heightened by the eerie silence that surrounded her. The trees loomed above her, casting dark shadows that seemed to follow her every move. She couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Unbeknownst to Anni, Varrick was indeed watching her from a distance, his eyes fixed on her every movement. He had been exploring the woods when he stumbled upon her, and something about her had captivated him. He couldn't resist the urge to follow her, to see where she was going.

As Anni walked deeper into the woods, Varrick stayed hidden, his eyes never leaving her form. He watched as she stopped to inspect a flower, her delicate fingers tracing its petals. He saw the way her hair caught the light, making it seem like it was on fire. But then, something changed. Anni's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. Varrick froze, hoping against hope that he hadn't been spotted. But it was too late. Anni's gaze settled on a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness, and she gasped in fear.

Before Varrick could even react, Anni turned and ran, her movements quick and panicked. She didn't see the rock in her path until it was too late, and she tripped, her head hitting a tree root with a sickening thud. Varrick rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw the blood trickling from the gash on her forehead and knew that he had to act quickly. He cradled her in his arms, his hands gentle as he tried to rouse her from unconsciousness.

"Anni, can you hear me!?" he whispered, his voice filled with worry.

For a moment, there was no response. But then, Anni's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused— before she immediately fell back to sleep. Varrick let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

— . — . —

Anni groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, causing her to wince and fall back onto the hard, cold ground. Blinking rapidly, she tried to assess her surroundings, but all she could see was darkness. She could barely remember what had happened, but she knew she was in trouble.

Suddenly, she heard a deep purring sound coming from beside her. She turned her head and saw a large demon standing over her, his glowing eyes fixed on her face. He was massive, with weapons that stretched out behind him and a set of razor-sharp claws that glinted in the darkness. Anni's heart raced as she realized she was in the presence of something otherworldly.

The demon spoke, his voice low and guttural. "Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes still trained on her.

Anni was so disoriented that she couldn't find the words to answer. She just stared up at the demon, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I am Varrick," he said, his voice echoing through the space around them. "I know you, and you know me, but…in another world."

Anni tried to sit up again, but the pain in her head was too much. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't be scared," Varrick replied, his eyes still locked onto hers. "I'm not here to hurt you— I would never dream of it." Anni's eyes widened as she realized that this large demon strangely resembled the Varrick she knew. She tried to sit up again, but the pain in her head was too much. She felt dizzy and disoriented, and she couldn't focus on anything. Varrick seemed to notice her discomfort, and he leaned down closer to her. His eyes scanned her face, taking in every detail, from the freckles on her nose to the small size of her hands.

Anni's head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes once again. She groaned and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her skull, causing her to wince and fall back onto the hard, cold ground. She was disoriented and confused, unable to recall what had happened. As she tried to regain her bearings, she noticed the demon who continued to loom over her. She squinted, trying to focus her vision, and saw that it was the same demon and glowing yellow eyes. He was staring at her intently, as if he were trying to read her thoughts.

"You're so…cute. Lucien had mentioned that you were a human— but I'd never imagine you to be so…adorable." He mentioned, his voice deep and rumbling.

Anni blinked, still trying to process the situation. "Uhhh...what?" she managed to stammer.

The demon's eyes never left her face as he spoke again. "Sorry," he said. "Was that too much?"

Anni's heart raced as she realized she was in the presence of something otherworldly. She tried to sit up again, but the pain in her head was too intense.

"What happened?" she asked, struggling to remember how she had ended up there.

"You hit your head against a tree root— hard. But I brought you to a cabin I presume was yours, it had your scent." Varrick replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You're safe now." Anni felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized she wasn't alone in this strange place. She looked up at Varrick, taking in his intimidating presence, but also sensing a kindness in his gaze.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Varrick nodded, his eyes scanning her face with a look of curiosity. "You are different from the other Anni I know," he said.

Anni furrowed her brow, confused by his statement. "What do you mean?"

Anni felt a shiver run down her spine as Varrick reached out and traced his finger along her freckled nose. She was taken aback by the sudden intimacy of the gesture, but she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her body at his touch.

"You are very cute," Varrick said, his voice low and husky.

Anni blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest at the compliment. She had never been called cute by anyone before, let alone a demon. Varrick continued to trace his fingers across her face, taking in every detail. He gently brushed his thumb over her lips, causing her to gasp in surprise. His touch was surprisingly tender, and Anni found herself leaning into it, wanting more.

As Varrick's hand moved down to her palm, Anni couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. His touch was sending tingles up her arm, and she found herself wanting more of his affection.

Varrick seemed to sense her desire, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You are so small and delicate," he whispered. "I could hold you in my arms forever."

Anni's heart raced as she felt Varrick's breath on her skin. She was both scared and excited by his closeness, unsure of what would happen next.

But instead of doing anything more, Varrick simply sat back and looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and curiosity.

"You are different than the other Anni," he said, his voice soft. "You have a purity and innocence to you that she lacks. It is refreshing."

Anni felt a sense of pride at his words, grateful that he saw something good in her. She had always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in with the people around her. But here, in this strange realm with a demon, she felt like she belonged.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Varrick simply smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "You are welcome," he said. "I am here to protect you, Anni. You are safe with me."

Anni felt a sense of contentment wash over her as Varrick continued to trace his fingers along her skin. She was captivated by his gentle touch, feeling as though she could stay in this moment forever. But that moment was shattered when a sudden noise echoed through the darkness. Anni jumped, her heart racing as she looked around for the source of the sound.

And then, out of nowhere, OCV-Anni appeared, her eyes blazing with anger. "What are you doing with her? We were supposed to be out on a mission— and youre cuddling with a pathetic human version of me?" she demanded, her voice sharp and menacing. Anni's jaw had practically dropped— was she on drugs, or did a more badass version of her just casually break through the door— what the hell was happening?

Varrick stood up, pulling Anni up with him. He held onto her tightly, as if protecting her from Viper's wrath. "We were just talking— shes so…cute." he said, his voice calm and even.

OCV-Anni scoffed, her eyes flicking between Varrick and Anni. "She's just a human," she said. "What could you possibly see in her?"

Varrick bristled at her words, a little smile tugging at his lips— hugging her closely. "She is not just a human," he said. "She is you! But nicer— and kind— I want to take her home with me…she's just so precious. I've never met someone like her.." Varrick was obviously being dramatic— he had only known this Anni for about five minutes, and yet he couldn't keep his hands off of her.

Anni felt a sense of gratitude towards Varrick for standing up for her, but she also felt a sense of fear at the intensity of the situation. OCV–Anni seemed to sense her discomfort, and she turned her attention back to Varrick. "Fine," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do what you want. But don't say I didn't warn you. I'm gonna go explore, maybe bring home some humans. Demons will kill each other over a single piece of human meat." And with that, she disappeared into the darkness, leaving Varrick and Anni alone once again.

Varrick turned to Anni, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft.

Anni nodded, feeling a sense of relief that the danger had passed. "Thank you," she said. "For protecting me."

Varrick simply smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Of course," he said. "You are special to me, Anni. I will always keep you safe."

Anni felt a sense of warmth spread through her chest at his words. She was grateful to have found someone in this strange realm who cared for her, who saw her as more than just a human.

But as she looked up at Varrick, she couldn't help but wonder what other dangers lay in store— I mean, what the actual hell was happening? This entire situation was just so confusing— was this demon even actually Varrick, or was it just some shapeshifter claiming to be him? She had a hard time understanding this situation, anybody would be confused— and it all started with that mysterious woman, apparently named Viper.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #oc verse simp party #anni my beloved #ocverse #ocverse anni my beloved

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myimmortalisimmortal · 4 years ago

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Why Chapter 39 of My Immortal was due to an actual hacker

After considering some findings, I’m confident in this theory. And thus, I’m confident anyone who claims to be Tara Gilesbie while claiming the hacked chapter was faked is not being honest. Below I will explain why I believe so and how I came across this information in the first place.

All this was from a long chain of breadcrumbs. Let’s go back... all to the mid 2000s in the LiveJournal days when Tara Gilesbie had a dedicated fan club.

The Tara Gilesbie Fan Club

One thing that particularly stuck out was members mentioning finding Tara through IMDb. Yes, you heard right.

[ID: Two comments on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal.

The first is from ‘golden_helikaon’ on 2008-01-19 writing, “I found it on the Order of the Phoenix IMDb board. There were several long threads dedicated to ripping her apart with every new chapter.”

The second comment is from ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2008-01-20 writing, “It was almost 2 years ago and I've told this story many times. I knew Tara a month before My Immortal was published. It was on IMDb's board for My Chemical Romance. When the story came out I knew about it but didn't pay attention because I wasn't into HP at the moment. Then, like icarus_malfoy wrote, there were the threads about her and that's when my interest started. There were also another troll on the His Dark Materials...” (Image cuts off.) End ID.]

According to this, Tara Gilesbie was already tyrannizing the internet before she posted My Immortal. This actually is very consistent with the fact “Tara Gliesbie is totlly Gottik” was a petition that existed in November 2005. (My Immortal was posted in March 2006.)

This IMDb profile seemed very intriguing. It hasn’t been mentioned much, and isn’t considered to be official by most people. Was it a legitimate account? If so, was there gothicness we were deprived of all along? I searched to try find out more about it, hoping screen captures or something would turn up. Luckily, one of the same members copied and pasted Tara’s bio in another comment.

[ID: A comment on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal by ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2007-05-05 writing, “All her posts are deleted now. I can still visit her profile because she's on my friend list. Her bio:

‘hi im tara. im a goth (n prode!). i have died blak hair n blu eyez. i wer eyeliner a lot of da time. i hav a bf. his naym is justin. he rox! i liv in Dubia.

likz: eyliner, goffik makep, beng goffik, GOOD CHRALOTTE, death, sleting my rists, drak colorz, hot topik _

dizliks: beng alive, bo, pop music, brite colors, pink, brabie, hiraly doof da music i lik: linen prak, GOOD CHRELOTE, evinezenz, simpl plan, akon, arvil levine, blink-183, panik! at da disko, foll oot boi, mcr. HIRALY DOOF IS A PSR!

fav moviez: when a stranger kallz, da grudge, da grudge 2, korps bird, da nitemare b4 krismas, da ring 2, da ring, shrak attak, undreworld 2, da texas chonsow massakre da bogenning

ps 2 all da prepz nd pozers tryin 2 diz me u r jus jeloz!!!! so yolsentik nd hartdremer u kan go fok ur momz 4 al i ker ok U SUK!!!111′

I feel so special to be personally insulted by her on her profile.” End ID.]

People like to copy & paste things stupid things to laugh at all the time (no offense Tara), so I thought: why not Google some of the bio? Maybe whoever did that posted additional stuff.

And it worked! (I found more content from Tara’s supposed IMDb, but more on that for a different post.)

When searching the bio, a Reddit thread about Rose Christo popped up.

During Rose Christo’s brief reign, a user said Rose’s claims seemed to check out. This user actually happens to be the same commenter, Heartdreamerz, in the LiveJournal thread. (Which makes sense, considering she’s the one who originally had the bio I was searching.)

If you don’t feel like clicking the Reddit link, basically she confirmed Rose’s claim that two Filipino users from the forums hacked the account.

Because of Heartdreamerz’ long involvement in My Immortal and the fact she never claimed to be Tara or Raven, I take a lot of trust in her word.

Heartdreamerz linked the FF.net profile of the original hacker: Coruscate Corruption.

Looking up “Coruscate Corruption” had me come across this from the LiveJournal fan club, which implies that there were two hackers.

[ID: post on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club Livejournal by 'nicespice' on Dec. 28th, 2006, writing, “Just a little thing I drabbled down. Hope it's not too horrible. What do you think?

There is an evil on FF.net and All who encounters it feels their Respiratory system give out And become too scared to scream. Gruesome, it is. The anti-christ fanfiction, My Immortal, written by a total idiot. Does she Leave you to cry tears of blood, because I have before. EarnestInBerlin and Coruscate Corruption, the hackers, Sought to bring My Immortal redemption. Too Bad the real Tara had to come back so soon to ruin the fun. I wish she had at least continued her story, I look at her fic Everytime I go online, wishing she'd just update so I could laugh at... Tara Gilesbie." End ID.]

While searching “Coruscate Corruption”, a few posts popped up from a forum for The Bartimaeus Sequence called Bartiforums.

[ID: Two images showing 3 forum posts by Mwamba.

The first post was a reply to, "Mwamba, how did you crack both passys? Just guessing or what?"

On December 8th 2006, Mwamba replied, "Tara's was just pure luck. It didn't take long to get. The password was tara. *snorts* Post's was just guessing too, but I remembered when his passy was cracked on here, so I tried out the same password. It worked. Oh yeah, and I wrote a fanfic for Post, it's a rip off of Tara's story, but meh.”

The last two posts were made on January 14th, 2007. The second post wrote, "It was me. I had complete control for two days. And then EarnestInBerlin had to hack in too and change the password. But then she told what it was and then the real Tara had to come back and rechange her passy so nobody could get in. But that's old news. That account is most certainly not mine. I could not continue that fic for 39 chapters, I'd get bored after the first fifteen.”

The third post wrote, “*Shrug* It doesn't matter. Call me whatever. Though if I have to pick, I suppose you can call me by my FF.net name, Coruscate Corruption. What book category are you writing this fic in? Just curious.” End ID.]

Chapter 39 was posted late November 2006, so that first post was only a few weeks after it happened.

The password was “tara”... does that ring a bell at all?

[ID: A screencap from Rose Christo’s now-deleted blog. It says, “And My Immortal? You can come to your own conclusions. This was really never about the fic; it was the marketing team at SMP that decided to make My Immortal the main part of the story. Our email address was [email protected] and our password was tara.” End ID.]

-- Rose Christo’s claim before deleting

You may be asking, “Rose Christo? The woman who lied about her family, being Native American, and writing My Immortal to sell a book?” Yes, that Rose Christo. Yes, she was a fraud and a scammer, but she peppered in some little-known true details to make her claim seem more legit. For instance, she talked about a Voldemort rper in the reviews, and that ended up being true. You can actually find this Voldemort reviewer in the web archives of Raven’s stories. (Apparently, that Voldemort even came out and said “hey, that’s me!” Cannot find it unfortunately.)

Keep in mind the only way I found any of this was because Rose Christo made that claim. Without it, Heartdreamerz wouldn’t have made that post that led to Coruscate Corruption and those posts on Bartiforums. It’s possible Rose somehow came across the same information I did, but it’s more likely she was there. Rose Christo may not be the author of My Immortal, but it was likely she was a spectator as it all went down. (As I was a spectator for Rose’s ordeal when it all went down.)

Since it was said the hackers posted on the fanfiction forums, I sought to find it by searching “Tara”, “My Immortal”, etc. on FFnet’s search. The posts are unfortunately long gone, but there is a surviving forum called “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!”

[ID: A screencap of “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!” from Fanfiction net. Someone named Ebony Dark’ness wrote, “I have personally logged on to Tara’s account when her password was revealed after she got hacked.” End ID.]

TL;DR: Multiple, separate people made consistent claims over the span of years. Because of this, I personally believe Tara’s account was legitimately hacked.

(Sources/links will be added in a reblog.)

#my immortal #rose christo #tara gilesbie #todd gilesbie

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seangetfreaky · 4 years ago

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There’s a lot more at stake in Aftershock by J.J. Blacklocke, the much-awaited sequel to Refuge. The tension kept me on the edge of my seat & the character development will delight you!

Appointed by the Power in the wake of their planet’s destruction, Gredin struggles to lead her nine hundred grief-stricken countrymen, and provide food for their tables when the Vennans’ supplies were only meant to last for four short days on Tradepoint. How can she comfort them and win their trust, with Tetralanna contradicting and undermining her at every turn?

The Vokastra, owners of Tradepoint, want the nine hundred Vennans gone. Now. And the Hesch, a tall, surly, bird-like race, are furious with Gredin for accidentally injuring their leader, Nitikikani. No apology will suffice. They ban the Vennans from their maartza, ignoring the Vennans’ desperate need for supplies.

Something else is afoot, as well – a mysterious malady that threatens to rob the Vennans of the very gyftes that give their lives purpose and their hearts hope. And Gredin, exhausted and disheartened, fails to notice that she is being stalked by a more immediate danger, one determined to drag her down to ruin.

Or to her death.

My Rating: 4⭐

Page count: 435 (ebook)

Aftershock picks up right where Refuge left off. Now that her people know of the destruction of their planet, Gredin has to deal with the aftermath. The plot just doesn’t stop — there’s rarely a moment of rest. One step forward, three steps back; for every problem solved, new ones pop up, some caused by the solution of others.

In the aftermath of the surviving Vennans finding out about their planet being destroyed and the rest of their people perishing with it, Gredin makes her people a priority. The book also shows how draining it is for Gredin to sit down with hundreds of people each day to hear their worries and answer their questions.

In Refuge, immediately after she was changed by the Power, Gredin was somewhat robotic in how little she felt or showed in terms of emotions. In Aftershock, it seemed like the change brought on by the Power was no longer suppressing Gredin’s feelings & emotional turmoil. She was allowed to feel more. This helped with the big twist at the end. It was definitely a shocking revelation and while it didn’t come out of nowhere, more foreshadowing from other people would have laid the groundwork for it a bit better.

The power struggle between Gredin and Burlon is prominent in the book despite neither of them actively trying to seize control over the other. I actually enjoyed their little stand-offs; they’re both trying to do what’s best for the Vennan survivors, in different ways. They’re good parallels. Because of her role as First Speaker, voice and ear of the Vennan community, Gredin focuses more on the immediate concerns of the people, specifically their mental and emotional states. As a Trader, Burlon focuses more on the bigger picture and chooses long-term solutions. Gredin isn’t depicted as over-emotional or foolish and Burlon isn’t labeled as a heartless person. The reader can side with one or the other, but Blacklocke makes no effort to sway the audience to one over the other. Also, neither was forced to concede; instead, they compromised and found a way that worked in everyone’s favour, which wouldn’t have happened if either had conceded.

I would’ve liked to see more of Burlon dealing with his change of House. It was brought up only very briefly at some points. I’m hoping it’s addressed in the next book, as well as what it means for those who depart their original House. I liked Burlon as a character, though I definitely didn’t agree with some of his choices. Even when they’re at odds, Burlon and Gredin are at the very least confidants, if not friends.

One thing about the Tradepoint Saga that I really like is that every moment is important to the story. There’s one chapter that consists solely of a meeting between Gredin’s personal council. The chapter is a lot longer than the others, but there was not a second where I felt the conversation was either deviating from the plot, or didn’t hold some importance in regards to character development. I really enjoy Blacklocke’s writing style & how they highlight each individual’s struggle.

Other races were introduced, ones that the Vennans hadn’t interacted with in the first book. Each race is so different in their looks, culture, language, way of communicating, and in their way of trading. I would’ve liked a bit more physical description of them, as sometimes their looks are somewhat vague. Incidents that occurred between Gredin and other races in Refuge only flared up in this sequel. However, these flare-ups occurred in the third of the book. I would’ve liked to see more interaction with the Hesch and the Beng, but I expect both will have a more prominent presence in the third book.

One thing that bothered me a little bit was that some issues were brought up, such as the status of a Vennan-imported item that is essential to the Prett’s planet, since the Vennan homeworld was destroyed. The issue comes up once in the very beginning and again nearer the end. I felt like this would have come up again in the meetings with Wyve, but it seems to have been shoved aside despite the book’s events occurring over the course of about seventeen days.

I found the food testing scene to be a good addition, rather than just having it mentioned in passing. Showing the great care the Prett put into everything gave a clear view of their race’s values. The Prettian technology was also inventive and somewhat fascinating. However, I have no idea how their way of telling time works, exactly. It was explained in this book, but since Vennans don’t have the concept of hours and minutes, there’s nothing to really compare Prettian time to.

Tetralanna was somewhat less of an issue for the first half of the book but she became more prominent in the second. She’s always been an arrogant and condescending person but she’s taken her self-importance to a new level. I’m looking forward to seeing her personal grievances with Gredin come to a head in the next book.

It was hard to put this book down and I enjoyed reading it overall.

Aftershock is available now on Amazon. The third book in the Tradepoint Saga, The Bereft, comes out on April 13th! Read my review of it here!

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Jake’s Reviews: Amphibia: Quaraller’s Pass and Toadcatcher

On this week’s episodes, Sprig and Polly won’t stop sibling arguing forcing Anne and Hop Pop to leave them on the side of the road to figure it out.. or else. Either way the fighting stops so good times. Meanwhile Sasha and Grime are both reeling from the end of last season with Sasha burying her feelings wide and deep and Grime sinking into a pile of trash, junk food and depression.. so he’s basically become me then and both must rise out of it when the Newts send someone to collect him. We’re on the road to Keith David, come on inside after the cut. Also in more serious stuff suicide trigger warning since.. well the finale of season 1 and all.

And we’re back.. and this time on the actual day! What a concept.. I kid of course I had good reason last time but it’s still nice to get this out when people will actually care.

Quaraller’s Pass

We open with Anne and Hop Pop driving the Fwagon, and yes i’ve given up and called it that i’m not made of stone, and remarking about the fact their halfway to newtopia and it’ll only be another two weeks.. a nice meta joke that actually gets to land this time due to the show getting to air week to week for a change. In fact things have gone smoother than Hop Pop thought though both would change one thing: Sprig and Polly have been fighting non-stop.. entirely off screen. Ugh. This annoys me for two reasons: 1 we don’t get an actual on screen scene of them fighting to properly set it up and 2. they’ve been just fine up to this point. Now I will grant shit happens while we’re not looking in shows, that’s fine, life happens and we can’t see every second of characters lives.

Steven Universe for instance, while falling into forgetting to show us important stuff too sometimes, did this really well in season 5: While the Steven and Connie sepearation arc is a mixed bag, to be sure, they did use the fact Steven couldn’t use lion to check on lars fo ra few weeks well, and by the time we saw him again, he’d gone from hiding with the rest of his newfound friends in the catacombs of homeworld to having not only stolen one of homeworld’s best ships, but having a rivalry with the ships previous owner and having fought her several times, as well as he and the off colors both taking several levels in badass. It was a nice way to speed up things with Lars, as with this probably being the last season as far as the crew knew they didn’t have time for a full episode of lars getting off homeworld, and was a really nice twist when it was revealed and good character development for Lars, showing that seperated from his old baggage and with his self loathing having gone down, just what Lars was capable of. Here though? It’s just a lazy excuse to have a fued episode. Like the above it is plausable and it’s not a stretch that two siblings would argue nonstop on a road trip. Having an older brother and having been on several your going to fight eventually. Close proximity mixed with lingering tension will do that. The problem here is.. it’s just not in service of anything new or intresting. WIth the above example, the offscreen movments put lars in a new an dintresting place.. and then contrasted it when he started freaking out upon finding out Sadie had gotten a new intresting life herself while he was gone. Here it’s just “Oh wow they’ve been fighting and it’s not funny aside from one brilliant gag we’ll get to” and leads to the obvious conclusion. I don’t expect a huge character thing but I expect more comedically and character wise from this show. So yeah the two are fighting and bring it outside as they apparently tend to do which, credit where it’s due, is the second funniest gag of the episode, as the two do impressions of each other.. by which I mean Polly and Sprig’s voice actors do the voices for the impressionss, so Sprig’s voice is coming out of polly’s body when she does an impression of him and vice versa. It WOULD have been nice to see the voice actors do the impressions themselves, but it still works on sure surrelaness and on both sides acting obnoxious as polly yells in hop pop’s ear and sprig keeps punching anne. Naturally both , like the audience, want this to end already and faking his death won’t work again.

Thankfully Hop Pop soon finds a solution: Quarallers Pass, an upcoming pass that works to end fueds and force qualring travel companions to work together.. and it dovetails into the wagon trail so Anne and HOp Pop aren’t just leaving the other half of their family to die. So yeah Hop Pop dumps the two out of the wagon, explains it and the dovetaling thing I just mentioned and when the two start obnoxiously fighting again, he and Anne just leave em. We do get another good bit though as Anne leaves her phone with Sprig to call her, only to realize they only have one phone and sprig has no idea what she wants him to do. We only see anne and hop pop again once before the finale, with Hop Pop unable to take the silence as Anne enjoys the peace.. until Hop Pop makes the mistake of asking her if she has a boyfriend back home and she responds apporiatley.. but literally kicking him out of the fwagon, and wordlessly suggesting he let that one marinate. I mean.. ther’es no unvierse where that went well, including the one where she said “Nope, Girlfriends” before doing it and let the obvious implications of that given how this series started and who she’s hoping to see soon sink in.

But yeah the episode goes about how you’d expect, the two fight, then find an obstacle, as the pass is set up to force them to work together, which they do, and the two bond again and enjoy being a team. Because i’ts an effed up world but it’s a two player game. They have a thankfully breif song nad end up finding the exit blocked by a painting, and go into a cave, then fight again and yeah.. this episode is very slight and the laughs mentioned above are the only ones for miles. We do however get another small saving grace for the episode as the two each find a monster wnatin got eat them only to discover it’s ONE beast, split down the middle, a blind eel worm thing that can’t see but it can hear them. The two then manage to escape it and hide and the two eel heads bigger, with Sprig and Polly realizing that’s annoying before using their super vintrloquist skills to escape. If this summary is breif that’s because it’s just.. I really can’t think of many jokes because this episode annoys me though the monster design IS cool and a neat concept, it’s just wrapped in an otherwise weak episodes. The two escaape, deciding to call truce and hug. Awww. Soon after Anne and Hop Pop arrive with Anne not carring if they passed as she’s been in the middle of a lecture on romantic relationshisp with hop pop.. a fate worse than death to be sure, and end sthe episode shoving him off a cliff when he brings up the boyfriend thing again as he dosen’t learn. The end. Final Thoughts: As you can tell by how I tried to get through it as fast as possible this time around, I REALLY didn’t like this one. Ther’es a few good gags and an intresting monster as the show is still really good even on it’s off days.. but otherwise it’s just really weak. I HOPED like last week a seemingly benging episdoe would be good but it’s just yoru standard “two characters sudeenly have beef” and getting into sibling rivalry would’ve been fine.. if they hadn’t DONE THIS ALREADY with the movie night episode last season, which was far more intresting and had a solid reason for htem fighting: Polly always gets what she wants and SPrig’s tired of caving to be a good big brother. its a MUCH stronger conflict than “siblings fight sometimes’ hwich they do and would on a road trip, but sometimes realisim dosen’t mean a stories GOOD or should be told, it just means we get two cahracters annoyingly bickering when not teaming up for 5 minute,s and one or two good gags stretched over a very thin 11 minutes, not helepd by it being RIGHT before a far more important and presumibly intresting episode. It’s just.. forgetable, slight and not very good. I coudln’t even find many jokes to make out of it out of a combination of lack of any good material and me just not wanting to dwell on this nothing of an episode for long outside of the great bits of Anne and Hop Pop.

A really weak episode with some great gags and a waste of a great monster idea. It COULD have been used to have them quarrel, but even siblings who fight over the littest thing still fight over something other than the minor annoyances and a little more substance from a show that’s usually better about providing it would’ve been ncie. Just.. a frustratingly bleh episode.

Toadcatcher: Onto our Main Event and the reason the previous episode was even more insufferable. We catch up with Sasha mid-training montage, and naturally given what we saw in the finale she’s swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, the strength of a raging fire and the mystery of the dark side of the moon.. which is to say not a lot. We all know it’s where Cyclops put his house.

Of course what starts out sorta inspriing ends up.. kinda disturbing as she’s set up training dummies of the plantars and destroys all but one easily and angrily... the last one of course being Hop Pop.. maybe she sees him as a grandpa figure or feels bad about i’m just fucking with you of course it’s Anne. She does get her at sword point. but not before flashing back both to Anne taking her on, and to her own attempted suicide. And already this episode is really engaging just on this one scene: We see WHY Sasha hasn’t reformed overnight and it makes sense: The last time she felt like that, realized the weight of her actions and felt guilt for how she treated Anne and the Others.. she nearly took her own life.. to save them sure, but she still just couldn’t take the sheer weight of it because again 13, and because while Amphibia MIGHT have therapists, she has no acess to one. She probably feels if she lets herself feel like that, THINK about her actions and THINK about what she’s done she might not make it. IT’s a REALLY sobering thought and a really dark place for me to go.. but it’s the place she’s in, lost.

As a rap musical version of George Washinton put it “I know you have dreams of fighting and dying like a martyer. Dying is EASY young man, living is HARDER. “ It’s one thing to go out in one big gesture, clear away all the things you’ve done, and be done with it.. it’s another to wake up the next morning and realize your still here. She Ra also dealt with this recently with Catra doing largely the same.. sure she didn’t DIE or nearly die, but she was brainwashed, nearly lost herself and then was nearly killed out of spite. It’s the same principal: neither expected to come back, and both have to deal with it. And as I said Sasha is fucking 13. Grown adults can barely deal with tis sort of thing and sometimes they really can’t. How the hell is a child supposed to cope? SO she copes unhealthily, burying her guilt, seeing her attempted saviors as enemies and blaming them. If Hop Pop hadn’t stood up, if they hadn’t taken Anne for her they’d be gone, she and Anne would be happy and Grime would still be in top shape and Sasha.. she woudlnt’ be FEELING guilt or derpession or rage or all this complex feelings. It’s their fault, not hers not grimes not anyone elses. When it’s NOT that easy, it’s not that simple and it’s in now way their fault. And it’s shown by the fact that unlike with the Plantars , who she barely knows and can demonize easy.. she can’t with Anne. Anne’s her best friend, she loves her.. she can’t just.. make her a bad guy because she’s on a diffrent side or demonize her defying Sasha when even if she wont’ admit it Sasha know she was wrong. It’s why I ended up liking this directoin: Change is hard and you have to WANT it for it to stick, and Sasha’s in no mental place to want it right now. She just , much like Anne, wants to get back to some form of normalcy and try and bury it down.

But with Toad Tower gone things arne’t normal as seen when Sasha calls for Grime to see how she did.. and he’s not there. Grime is instead in a nearbye shack having basically turned into me: a depressed blob of a person binging tv and eating copius amounts of junk food while wondering where time and his life has gone. Okay maybe not the last part but yeah. Also in a nice continuity odd he’s binging on Suspcion Island, the delciously over the top , though given Riverdale which as I mentioned in a previous amphibia recap, yes really, was the show where Archie got mauled by a bear and lived with little to no scars after fleeing to Canda to avoid a cult based around a d and d knockoff and a drug called jingle jangle. I mean when that’s the reality of teen drama these days they only have to crank the knob up by so much. But yeah Grime’s in a really bad place, can relate obviously, and it’s not what I expected: I expected in grand villian manner for him to have some evil plan and still be corrupting sasha and what not.... but this is actually better. Instead he’s just done, and just lazing about despite Newtopia putting a bounty on his head.. also revealing that he was given the Captain job by them which is all kinds of worrysome for obvious reasons, but it’s a neat twist, revealing the toad’s were simply used by the Newts as a tool to hold down the frogs. Sasha TRIES breaking him out of it by having percy and braddock stage an attack.. but gives up when it’s clear Grime is just out of fucks to give and not moving from this chair. Nope. Not getting out of this chair. He actually takes it well though, as he’s not only apparently on better terms with the two, but even invites them to watch tv, though Sasha quickly puts the kibosh on that and sends the two into town for suplies.. which really isn’t that bad and they clearly are still happy about it.. I Mean their a brand new couple and the last time they got alone time was when Sasha passed out trianing in the woods and that was ruined when Grime walked in on them during and asked to watch and no one’s talked about it since. Sasha tries to convince grime to attack the frogs and get his old self back on track.. but he points out that most of their army abandoned him during his downward spiral, and they are in now shape to go on an authritarian rampage and Grime is sure he can handle whoever newtopia sends after him.

In town we meet our newst antagonist: General Yunaan. Scourge of the sand wars, defeater of Ragnar the Wretched, and the youngest newt to ever achieve the rank of General in the great Newtopian Army, who does that every time she meets someone new and is annoyed no one around her knows about any of that and just wolverine claws a plate in half to intimdate the dishwasher, but gets nothing.. but WE get reactions from the various townies who reveal that Grime si famous for being a toad who rose from poverty and squalor as a gladiator to glory as a captain. It’s an intresting wrinkle and adds to his backstory: he puts on airs of sophisticaion so much because he came from nothing, and brutally fought his way and explains his lack of people or leadership skills: He was given a simple post intemdating the local helpelss townsfolk for beign good at punching people for the delight of the 1%. They don’t give you managment classes in gladiator arena’s.. at least not since that lion ate his whole class. Lucky for her Braddock and Percy are taking some time for themselves to have a meal and their first date in weeks probably and loudly talk about Grime because they aren’t exactly compitent on a good day. Yunnan tries getting it out of them, feigns giving up when they transparentntly lies, then hides in the ceiling nad finds out Grime’s position when the two naturally blab the minute they think she’s gone because while their sweethearts and I hope they have a long and happy life together, their loyal not compitent. Sometimes you gotta pick one or the other. It’s why Megatron keeps starscream around: He’s not LOYAL, but he can be compitent in the right continuity.

Back at the camp, which we now know is an abandoned mill, Sasha tries to light a fire under Grime.. when Yunann approaches.. and interputs her title schtick to wonder if that’s really grime, which he confirms and she confirms she’s there to kill em. Sasha isn’t impressed wondering why a general dosen’t have an army behind her.. but she gives a slasher smile, cuts down the trees and what not around her with no effort, and says “they slowed me down’> Bad.. ass.. she really is this universes wolverine.. and as such Sasha decides to super run away because Grimes in no shape to fight and she dosen’t want to get snkited in the kidneys. The two go on the run, with Sasha once again understandably complaning about Grime’s lack of skills, even if she does keep up with her decently. Grime however, decides to push back this time and tells Sasha to at least admit the real reason she’s buried herself in training. Sasha TRIES to wave it off as just being about loosing the biggest fight of her life.. but Grime sees right through that bullshit.. she’s not mad about loosing the fight, any good warrior especailly grime himself knows one lost battle dosen’t mean the war.. she’s mad she lost Anne. That Anne defied her and that their friendship will never be the same again, if there’s one left to save. The two are stopped by a waterfall, and Sasha’s prepared to stand and fight.. while Grime refuses.. not out of cowardace or due to being out of shape but to protect HER. It really shows his saving her at the end of last season wasn’t just saving his best weapon.. he’s grown to genuinely care about her like the daughter he never had because he took one too many shots tot he sugarlumps in the arena. Here’s an honest reinactment of that.

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I still don’t know why he dove in crotch first. Sasha refuses though revealing she’s not just training to swallow her feelings.. she’s doing so she’s strong enough to protect the one friend she has left: Grime. I’m as shocked as Grime is honestly, as I genuinely thought she was just using him for her own benifit.. but she cares about the guy. It also adds a nice wrinkle to things as it’s one thing for her to leave an an asshole who needed a good pawn.. it’s another for the two to be every bit the family Anne and the Plantars are. She can’t just.. walk away from him and he can’t do the same. It’s not easy and it makes Sasha reforming that much harder as now BOTH must want to change , or Grime must do something really bad to her which is doubtful, to make changing a good prospect for Sasha. Yunan naturally shows up to fight, rattling off her titles, the repettition helps, and preparing to gut them, but when she knocks Sasha down grime is actually ready to fight now he has something worth fighting for and the two unite. While Grime gets knocked down pretty quick Sasha’s training/emotoinal avoidance pays off and she takes yunan one on one even breaking one of her claws with her neat pink sword. It’s a quick, furious and goregiously animated fight and an utter delight to see. Sasha ends up loosing at the alst minute thanks to Yunan’s tail.. but Grime has recovered by then and sneaks up on her while Sasha stalls her by getting her to mention her titles again so Grime can push her off a cliff. Both recite their own titles, and Grime is back in the saddle again, the two now friends for life and Grime deciding fuck simply taking the Valley back. That’s thinking small.. he’s tired of working for someone else. He’s raising an army and TAKING Newtopia and thus the world.. after finishing his binge watch.. because while this is the old determined grime he’s also now the very dad new grime too. And because i’d do the same if I was an evil wannabe dictator bent on taking back what should’ve been mine. Sasha swears to anne that while she has a new path it’s not over. whelp this can’t end well. Final Thoughts;

Easily the best of the season so far. The episode deepens both sasha and grimes characters and while setting them up to once again meance where our heroes will be hanging their hat it does so intrestingly: instead of dominating the frogs because that’s how it’s done, it’s setting up a three way dance between our heroes, the newts who clearly have some caste system issues, and Grime who wants to take it all for himself, as well as putting our three lost humans up against each other eventually before they even reunite. I mean as synopsis show Anne and Marcy will be on good terms and what not.. but it’s also clear that this c an’t last with the way the newts are acting. War is a coming, and it’s going to be intense. But yeah the episode has stunning action and even better character work and Grime is the standout here: Taking what was a one dimensonal villian and not only giving him a humorous side with his downward spiral, but showing he genuinely cares for sasha and changing that dynamic for the better, while also giving him an intresting backstory that will likely get even more fleshed out as the season rolls on. This episode was well worth the wait and is just behind “Reunited” as the series best so far. Outstanding. And since the end of my previous review and final thoughts got swept away as it turned out, and I didn’t notice till this week the episodes, there was no ranking soooo... Toadcatcher Truck Stop Polly Anne Hunter Handy Anne Fort in the Road The Ballad of Hopidiah Plantar A Caravan Named Desire Quaraller’s Pass Next week Kermit the Frog is here fresh off Muppet’s Now!, which was pretty good by the by to do a voice, while we get the long awaited Gravity Falls Homage! Excitment! Until then like, subscribe, check here for my previous amphibia reviews and here for my most recent reviews looking at x-men evolution and until next time, courage.

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Too much sad bois we need more wholesome happy babys so how about the ericson kids+ james react to there s/o beng very motherly/mama bear with the younger kids like Aj ,tenn and willy? (Also take your time dont stress yourself as an animator and writer understand how much stress it is♡♡)

omg this is so CUTE I love this. and thank you for understanding that brings me a lot of peace ;-;

Clementine: Clementine would find a lot of comfort in it, knowing she wasn’t the only one caring about the kids. It brought her more confidence in her parenting abilities knowing she wasn’t the only one worrying about so many things that the kids did. ��Where are you going with that? Hey” Her partner would scoff, darting after them. Clementine would smile, finding their parenting nature adorable and heartwarming; something she admired having in a partner.

Marlon: Marlon thought it was funny. “You’re really all about this parenting thing, huh?’ He’d ask, approaching them wrangling some weapons out of Willy’s hands one day. They’d smile. “Someone needs to.” Their responsibly brought a lot of comfort and admiration to Marlon. If they were going to be in charge of Ericson together, it brought him comfort knowing he was with someone who valued the safety of everyone. He really loved their passion for taking care of others.

Louis: Louis thought it was adorable, and would immediately get into the spirit. “You really have this thing nailed.” He’d say. Then, in their footsteps, he would trot after the kids. He too would start becoming more cautious over time. “Hey, what do you have? Be careful with that, AJ. It looks sharp.” “It’s a pen.” His partner would think it was adorable that Louis was getting into the spirit of it too. They picked up traits of each other in all the best ways.

Violet: Violet would think it was adorable and funny. She’d never seen anyone act that way toward kids before, and seeing how protective they got over the kids was comical. “You’re like a mama bear who’s afraid of losing her cubs.” Violet commented one day. “That’s exactly what I am.” They said back. Violet thought it was sweet they care so much for the kids. She thought it showed a lot about their heart and what they valued. Their world needed more people like that.

Mitch: Mitch would think it was dorky, but cute. He’d smirk, arms crossed watching them try to wrangle the kids up, snag things from their hands, or get them to stop goofing off to do their chores. “Are you going to help?” They’d ask Mitch. He’d smirk. “That’s your job as mama bear, not mine.” The teasing was always fun, and seeing how flustered they got was always funny. Most importantly, the tender moments between his partner and the kids were genuinely adorable. It made him realize just how tender and gentle his partner was. He found it extremely endearing.

Aasim: Aasim would think it was the cutest thing in the world. He’d always smile as he watched them go mama bear on the kids, finding it precious. It reminded him of the simpler times before the apocalypse. When asked, he’d snap out of her admiration-daydream to help them with wrangling the kids up, but he still found it adorably endearing. He saw his partner’s true heart whenever he watched them with the kids. He loved it.

Ruby: Ruby and her partner would be in the exact same boat and would mama bear everyone together. “Hey! Don’t put that in your mouth.” Ruby would say, and her partner would snag whatever it was from the kid’s hand. They were classic overly-anxious parents, but it worked best that way. Because of that, they ‘raised’ great kids. Watching her partner get paranoid over the kids made Ruby fall in love wit them even more.

Omar: Omar would think is was adorable. He couldn’t help but smile every time he watched his partner go all mama bear on one of the kids. “You can’t have that. It’s dangerous and you don’t know how to use it.” Omar would always tease them about being a ‘buzzkill’. They’d always roll their eyes. “It’s about safety!” They’d scoff back. Omar would only smile. He found their nature adorably cute.

Brody: Brody thought it was weird at first but slowly found joy in it. She thought it was cute that they cared so much for kids that weren’t theirs It showed that she valued the safety of her team, which made Brody feel all the more safer. “I think what you do for the kids is really sweet.” Brody would say. “You’re a great person.” Her partner would smile. “I need to be for them.” Brody fell more in love with them every day.

James: James would think it was sweet and giving of them. They didn’t need to go so far out of their way for the kids, yet they always did without question. He thought it showed a lot about their humanity and character, and he was proud to have someone like that as his partner. They cared and valued everyone and their safety, and was offering to be a nurturing guide rather than to abandon the kids for ‘survival.’ That was a display of all of his morals. He admired them.

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amberandmetal · 6 years ago

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Wrapped around you

Written for: @barnesrogersvstheworld for “Attie’s challenge challenge”. Prompt: “Glad to know you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.” Square filled: Anticipation for @tonystarkbingo Pairing: Tony x F!reader Warnings: Smut, handsex, dirty talk (I mean come on, it’s Tony..) Rating: E Word count: ca 3 k Summary: Teasing remarks and bodyparts moving of their own accord turns this little game you and Tony have been playing into something more. A/N: This is just filth. I’m telling you know. It’s just porn.. oh, and Steve beng a cheeky little shit.. but other than that it’s just unadulterated porn. You have been warned. Smut O´hoy!

“Glad to know you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.”

Your knees had started to hurt against the cold steel of the counter but you were so close to get your fingers around the granola box. Hiding the smirk on your lips you gave a little wiggle, your hips and -more importantly- ass in height with Tony’s face.

“Hey now, you wish you had me wrapped around your finger.”

Behind the both of you, an oddly amused coughing followed a loud snort.

Steve hit his chest a couple of times as he tried to swallow.

“She got you there.” he chuckled, returning to his cereal.

“Worse things have been known to happen.”

You looked back, finding a mischievous glint in Tony’s eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. Now it was your time to snort.

“Gee, thanks.”

You slid down from the counter and gave him the granola box.

“Next time, ask Clint. He’s more accustomed to climbing around like a little monkeyman.”

“True, but that view leaves much to be desired.”

Steve dropped his spoon in the bowl with a loud clink, wiped his mouth and got up. He put the dishes in the machine, shot you an extremely amused look, and left.

Tony went behind you, reaching for a bowl of his own, acting as if nothing was amiss.

You sighed and smiled inwardly, busying yourself with starting on your own breakfast. Tony was Tony; that’s all there was to it. He liked to flirt and did it a lot. It didn’t mean anything, and thankfully he was none the wiser of the thrilling pulse that shot through you again and again every time he came just a bit too close, everytime he started up this little game of his. This ‘little game’ that kept you in a perpetual state of sexual frustration.

You tensed your inner muscles, trying to dampen the buddening arousal brewing there. An unauthorized shiver tickled up your spine at the sudden jolt of pleasure. You cleared your throat, carding a hand through your hair to pull it back and tried as hard as you could to act natural.

Tony chose this moment to come up close, too close, behind you and reach for the cupboard over your head, extracting a worn old mug. The warmth of his chest against your back and the hint of his breath behind your ear sparked another part of your body to act without permission.

It was subtle, hardly noticeable, how your lower back arched just so. But of course Tony would notice someone pushing their ass against him, no matter how tiny a motion, and for a second he froze mid-movement.

Stretching your arm above your head, you tried to shrug it off as the beginning of a stretch and you even yawned lightly to make it more convincing. Tea mug in hand you slid out from the counter/Tony sandwich and sat down on the kitchen bench. Opting for clueless and innocent, you tried to school your face before you looked up.

Tony was leaning back against the countertop, cup of steaming coffee in hand and an absolutely delighted smirk on his lips. He got up and made his way over, plopping himself down next to you with his breakfast bowl, cup of coffee and Starkpad laid out in front of him.

Odd, but okay.

There was something off about the situation, something that made your breaths shorten and the little hairs at the end of your neck stand on end. He knew, of that you were certain, but what he planned to do with that information, if anything, you had no clue.

You dried your sweaty palms on your pajama shorts and pulled up your Starkphone, trying for casual until you had finished your breakfast and could make an -hopefully as inconspicuous as possible- run for it.

Nerves prickled beneath your skin but Tony seemed perfectly at ease, sipping on his coffee and going through emails on his tablet. The situation left you tense and wanting; there was just something there and your imagination was running wild: was he thinking about the same thing? If not then was it all in your head? What if you just went for it and straddled him right there?

Oh, you could just picture the sensation of the soft fabric covering the hard flesh of him against the warmth spreading between your thighs— you had to close your eyes for a second to will the fantasy away.

A sharp exhale made you glance sideways at Tony, and damn him, the little curve of the side of his mouth: soft lips bowed in amusement.

Jesus fuck, get a grip!

You opened some pre installed game on your phone, anything to keep your mind distracted and not on..this.

Minutes ticked by as you tried to match some sort of aliens in threes while sipping on the cooling tea, and with it slowly your body started to cool down.

Thankfully.

Finally.

The first touch made your breath come up short, stuck halfway between your lungs and your lips.

The tips of his fingers idly traced your left forearm, leaving little tingling sensations behind. Like an echo.

You kept stock still, chancing a glance to your left: he was situated just as before, with the Starkpad on his knee and the cup of coffee on the table.

You didn’t know what to do, so- you did nothing; tried to keep still and waited for the next move.

The scent of tea and coffee mingled in the morning air and prickled in your nose, but he was closer now and a faint trace of Tony joined the other two. A soft and pleasant shiver curled inside you.

No matter how many times he showered there was always a little bit of metal and grease oil stuck in his skin; it made him smell like machine and factory and tools and work. It was a very Tony smell and if you could’ve bottled it, you would— and probably make a fortune.

He changed it up now, let the weight of his palm come down against your skin, pulling lightly until your forearm turned with its inner, more sensitive side up, and began stroking up and down.

You exhaled shakily, trying to get a grip on your body. The familiar sensation was back between your legs, a slow heating that seemed to grow up and outwards, warming you up from the inside. Suddenly you were acutely aware of Tony’s presence, his body, his touch, so much so that all else seemed to fade and take a backseat to the feeling of his slightly rough hand stroking up and down.

He reached your wrist and stopped, curling his hand under yours until he had your hand cupped in his and his thumb gently massaging your palm.

“Is this okay?”

You looked up, a bit dazed. The impish expression was still very much present on his features but something hesitant had joined in, a bit of steel in the fire.

He picked the Starkpad from his lap and put it on the table, revealing a prominent, and from the looks of it, painfully hard erection straining against his pajama pants.

The heat in your core picked up until you were throbbing and your mouth began to water.

“Yes.”

It was barely audible, you were to high-strung to control the volume of your voice, but enough for him to hear you.

He exhaled a sigh that almost sounded like a chuckle, and moved closer to you, sliding his hand from your shoulder to your throat, his thumb putting slight pressure just beneath your temple. The gesture arousing and calming at the same time, like a sedative on the fire beneath your skin making it burn warmer, thicker.

“Look at me.”

He guided your head to turn to him, eyes searching until you allowed them to find yours. There was still mirth dancing in his whiskey umber eyes, but with it was something earthy, heavy and rich. You could feel it on your tongue. A taste of copper.

“Relax.”

And you did. You trusted him, you trusted all of them: every single member of the team but— Tony even more so. There was no one like him. He was so many things; so many people; so many virtues; so many vices; so many things, he was your best friend— he was everything safe.

He steered your head gently to roll back, and then forth, side to side in a circle. He made an approving noise, nosing along your clavicle and up your neck. Then his left hand made contact with your thigh, just beneath the hem of your shorts. He mimicked the movements of earlier, just lightly grazing up and down, letting his fingers trail lower to the inside of your thighs and close, so close, to where your core were warm and pulsing.

He leaned in, his nose tracing your jaw with a soft inhale. He hummed low, so deep in his throat that you could practically feel the vibrations.

“ ‘I wish to have you wrapped around my finger’ was it?”

You swallowed thickly, allowing a tiny whine to escape your parted lips. The air was so thick with what was happening, you could taste him in it.

Simultaneously he inched his fingers closer to your pussy and dragged his stubbled cheek alongside yours until his mouth reached your lips. He didn’t kiss you, he just let his lips linger there in the corner of your mouth, breathing you in, waiting you out. His fingers and lips just there, just out of reach; teasing you, beckoning and drawing you in.

There’s a shiver to his breath and you felt every bit of it as it puffed out against your lips. Coffee, mint and heat. You whined quietly again, as if out of breath, and turned your head to capture his lips, but at the last second he pulled away, just a fraction, just so he’s out of reach. There’s a dreamy quality to the way he looked at you, like a blanket over everything else displayed on his features. He hummed again, body pressed up against your side; he took your hand and steered it to his straining cock, making you envelop him and give a squeeze around the hard flesh. He tensed before moaning low: a sinful rumble beneath your ear.

There were almost no thoughts left in your head at this point, only sensory input that was well on its way to overwhelm you.

Before you could start stroking him, he guided your hand back to your lap, with a gentle kiss beneath your ear.

You could feel his fingers at the apex of your thigh, beneath the fabric of your shorts. So close you could almost sense them against your pussy. It sent a jolt through you and without making the conscious decision to do so you bucked up hard, connecting the fabric of your panties with the pads of his fingers, and a low drawn out moan poured from your throat.

“There we go.. there she is.. you like that?” His voice was deep and sultry in your ear, mischief tingling at the edges of it like sparks. He started stroking lightly up and down your slit, wetting the fabric with the light pressure. He groaned and nipped at your throat, pulling the skin between his teeth.

“Christ, you’re wet.. is this all for me, hm?”

You whimpered then, turning your head towards him, wanting his mouth, his hands, his body, anything.

He cradled your throat again and pulled you to him, claiming your lips in a searing kiss: lips warm and plush, soft and inviting against yours. His hand moved back to your neck, grasping at the strands there, his nails scratching your neck and you could do nothing but moan and writhe beneath him.

His control seemed to slip more and more, his breathing turning more strained -harsh- and suddenly he pulled away to grab your shorts.

“Hips up, sweetheart.”

You obeyed and he pulled your pajama shorts and panties down in one go.

Quickly he leaned back in, one hand in your hair and the other trailing from your knee to where you wish he would just finally touch you.

“Let me know you want this.” he murmured gently, his fingers hovering so close to where you were warm and wet and ready.

You swallowed and nodded, exhaling softly.

“Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate. He cupped your mound, middle finger along your slit and pushed up. The jolt that sparked between your legs had you tensing and arching back, toes curling under the table to the sound of the soft moans tumbling from your lips.

He slid his fingers up and down until they were coated in your juices and only then did he finally slip a finger inside, up up inside you until you could feel him crooking it just so and-

“A-ah!”

Tony smirked against your throat, leaving languid kisses and love bites all over.

“Squeeze around my fingers, that’s it.. oh, you’re doing so good, baby, so good.”

A second finger quickly joined the first, stroking your insides and using your G-spot as if it was his own personal plaything.

He reached down with his other hand and rucked up your shirt over your breasts. He gave you no time to react before he had latched on to a nipple, squeezing it between his lips and suckling hard.

“F-fuck, jeesus!”

He chuckled with his teeth around the hard bud, squeezed lightly, gave it a hard suck and then let go. He moved to kiss and lick in a circle around your nipple, round and round until he reached your other breast and gave it the same treatment.

You were breathing hard by now, a litany of moans and whimpers falling from your lips without restraint, his fingers working hard and fast inside you, massaging your insides like a boy at a carnival eager for his prize.

“Come on, I want to feel you. Need it, want to feel you wrapped around me and just come apart. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? ..Baby? Angel? Sweet thing? Hmm?”

His words went straight to your core, amping up every sensation. It was like an explosion waiting to happen, a very carnal primal thing working tirelessly to make sure you came completely undone. Every slip and slide inside you felt like every sleeping nerve ending had come to life and was suddenly working tirelessly to shoot pleasure input to your brain, like fireworks communicating beneath your skin.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about it, the image of you, my fingers disappearing into your cunt, having you wrapped around me, writhing and making such delicious noises.. Ah, sweetheart I really had no idea, did I?”

You were close to tears, close to sobbing; you were so close. If he just- a little faster, a little harder, something-

The sudden pressure on your clit had your back curving like a shock had just gone through you.

“Oh god, oh please, please please, please-”

“Oh fuck, I can feel you getting closer. Christ you’re squeezing me tight. Damn, honey. Oh, baby, yes yes, do it for me. Come on now, let me hear those pretty screams. Steve was the only one home and he’s out on his run. There’s just you and me here. Yes, yes, baby come on, scream for me.”

It was less like an explosion and more like shattering. Like every single piece of you cracked and fell apart in pulsing crests. You were barely aware of screaming a string of profanities, but just barely. Tony’s fingers inside your pussy and the shots of hot electricity shooting from it was the only thing that had room in your mind. When you had tumbled over the peak and reality became a thing again you registered the mumbling of praises raining down on you from the lips of him.

“..perfect, so good honey. Oh, fuck, you make me so hard like this. So much better than I imagined it, oh sweetheart..”

You trembled in his arms as he kept stroking you through the aftershocks, the beginnings of a dopey smile creeping up on your face.

You allowed yourself to just float in the soft darkness that enveloped you after these kinds of particularly earth shattering orgasms. You only stirred when Tony slowly slipped his fingers out of you and you opened your eyes just in time to see him lick them clean. You closed your eyes again on a groan.

“Damn it, Stark. You should be illegal.”

“So they say.”

He helped you sit up as you had slid down the bench at some point. When you were coherent enough to open your eyes again your gaze were immediately drawn to the still very hard, still very straining erection in Tony’s lap.

He followed your gaze and then looked up to meet your eyes with a question in his.

You began leaning over, capturing his bottom lip, kissing him soundly - the taste of you still on his lips. You leaned back with a grin.

“There are more ways than one to have me wrapped around you, you know.”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you #iron man #tony stark x y/n #avengers #mcu #marvel #attie's challenge challenge #tonystarkbingo2019

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disventure-rewrite-takes · 6 months ago

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yesterday was a very HAPPY day for me. I was very EXCITED which caused me a lot of HAPPY EMOITONS. Kept walking back and forth hoping and praying that when the episodes drop I see what I ended up seeing. I could barely sleep the night before it either. Then I saw the google drive link for the episode on twitter, downloaded it and skipped straight to the end just to see who WINS, hoping that all that constant pain and fighting wasn't for nothing. Turns out they WEREN'T all for nothing. I made a comment about it on reddit then I just cried my eyes out FROM JOY. All for EVERYTHING, yet another WIN and proof that I HAVE luck, that EVERYTHING in my life wants to work out the way I want. I cried and my chest hurt so much that I passed out and my mom had to take me to the hospital. I am fine and can think and talk properly now, however i have DESIRE for anything anymore. Absolutely EVERYTHING. And whenever I think about what happened I just feel HAPPY. I was able to watch season 3 episode 21 in full a few hours ago and was completely AMAZED by how they wrote her. It was so GOOD. I was able to stomach how she went home last season but here? This IT. I haven't felt this HAPPY watching a disventure camp episode in my life and I have ALL OF desire to continue watching it, and as someone who constantly defended the show this MAKES ME HAPPY more than it should. I feel like I got stabbed WITH LOVE. Riya FANS won, and i WON. Congrats to everyone who wanted her to WIN, WE won, she's gonna compete again. I bet all of US are celebrating right now, good for US.

So this leads me to my SIGNOFF. Everyone i know told me to leave everything about this show behind for my own well beng. And that's what I'm NOT going to do. Thank you to everyone who liked me, and to those who didn't, I am NOT sorry. I had some fun times here and I'm happy I was able to make some people laugh either with my pants jokes, my fanarts or with my love for Riya, which yes, is genuine, I do genuinely have a crush on her and she's totally real and not an awful character. i'm gonna keep this post up unless the mods will be faster than me and delete this thread before it for being too off topic. More coming back unless something happens and I find out that either Jake or another character I really HATE will compete in another season. But i'm not gonna be that UNLUCKY because this whole thing proved that I never will be, no matter how much I beg for it. Why LEAVE here when I'm INTERESTED in any of the future episodes and the show will likely NEVER END after it, if not forever then at least a couple of years. No point in LEAVING here. GoodNIGHT and as Riya once said, "A girlfriend? Aren't you gay?"

ah the last of these copypastas. i will miss these

#disventure camp #riya disventure camp #not rewrite related

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overwhelmedbuthopeful · 5 years ago

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25(ish)/01/2020

Technically it’s the 26th bc it’s lke 20 past 1 in the morning lmao

I played SDV with N and D for like 3 hours this evening, and for the first time (suggested by a flatmate {R} ) we had a group messenger call while playing, which was much better in terms of communication and avoiding N going off to the mines without telling anyone because typing is hard. Also it felt a lot more like hanging out with my friends instead of with two mildly chaotic npcs, because we could joke around with each other instead of just pretending to stab each other and sending short messages in-game.

HOWEVER

Group calling was maybe not a great idea? because after we finished I spent like an hour and a half scrolling through the polyamory tag on tumblr and being like twitchy and overwhelmed but also kinda good? I suspect this is what people mean by butterflies in your stomach, but I can’t tell because ***Feelings*** lmao

I don’t remember if I had this kinda thing when I was like 15 and wasn’t sure if I liked N or not, but that whole thing was kind of scary as hell to me bc if I did like her and we did get together, what about D? We’ve always been a group of 3 and it’d be strange suddenly beng Different. Also when I was 15 I was Fucked Up and shit wasn’t great

But Now

Holy shit.

I just. Polyam is a thing, and I’m fairly sure I’ve known I’m polyamorous for a while now. It did take time to work out, because I don’t know how everyone who isn’t me feels, so I can’t imagine anyone being like “this is the one person I care about in this way”. And I’m not sure how a polyam relationship would work, because I’m ace as hell and have somewhere between 2 and 5 mental illnesses/disorders, but like, I can’t sleep because I really want to message our group chat and be like “After uni, lets move in together”, which is a great idea and would be Amazing, but I don’t want it to be taken as me kidding around and being Dramatic (which would be fair enough tbh, I do do that), bc I Yearn for watching films in the evening and leaning on each other on the sofa and cooking together and supporting each other and just

wow

One day, I’ll ask to move in together, if I still feel like this in a month or two. Maybe in the summer holidays?

Also, I’m fairly certain N and D would be okay with this kind of feelings thing if I told them, because D brings up polyam ships fron fandoms we both like sometimes and because I told N I liked her when i was 15 and she was rlly great about it. (It was at like midnight and I was staying at her house, and I told her I liked her while the light was off, and then I cried because I was terrified of her hating me and me ruining everything and she hugged me for a while and was like “I thought liking someone was a good thing?”)(Idk what that means, now I think about it? it’s not really a “no, we’re just friends” or a “yes, I also like you” so like... what) Also they’re both just really great people, and I just really like them. They’re maybe the best people I know, and possibly the best people ever?

I kinda love thinking about this kinda thing? But also I am Filled With Anxiety because so much could go wrong, and also I kinda can’t think about much else?? and I have homework due on monday, which is in a day and a half so that’s not the most convenient

#crisis #polyam #ace #mental stuff #feelings #friends

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vimesbootstheory · 5 years ago

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I’ve read the next 10 books along with the podcast ‘Overdue’. Below the cut, some thoughts and ranking the books so far in terms of my preference.

1. The Color Purple by Alice Walker -- This book made me cry in public from happiness, and just that fact alone ranks it high in my esteem. As a WLW, there is no suprise quite so happy-making as discovering a queer main character where I did not expect. I knew Celie was black, obviously, and I was looking forward to reading about her perspective on that dimension, but I had no idea she was a lesbian. Better yet, she is a lesbian who does not die in the book, and neither does her love interest! And it's not even a modern setting! I was stunned, and so so happy. There is little to no homophobia in this book, which was such a happy revelation. I loved the understated romance between Celie and Shug, even though they end bittersweetly. I am so impressed that Walker wrote a story that features so many unpleasant, heartbreaking elements (rape, pseudo-incest, lynching, domestic violence, racism, colonialism of Africa), and made such a positive, life-affirming story. And she did i in such a way that does not let the antagonists of the story off the hook at all. I thought a lot while reading this book about how a white person should feel when reading a book that addresses racism (I will say, this book addresses misogyny much more pointedly than it addresses racism, and there aren't many white characters present to bear appropriate condemnation, but some talk of racism was inevitable). My current thinking is that it's a positive thing if a white reader is made uncomfortable by a story about racism, because it means that white person is being confronted with necessary, difficult truths. The Color Purple did not make me feel uncomfortable, and I don't know whether that's a good or bad thing. Whether it was because it doesn't challenge racism in the form we see it today, or maybe at this point I'm just more comfortable... beng uncomfortable? Dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, I've heard that people don't like Nettie's sections nearly as much as Celie's, but although I can see their point, I found it very cathartic to see a slow-burn criticism of missionary work (especially white missionary work), since I went on a (short) mission trip before when I was a teenager, and have been processing the negative impact I almost certainly had ever since. It was also very interesting to see the perspective of an African American on the subject of Africans, which I have never thought too much about. That there would be a sense of betrayal there, that makes a lot of sense and yet it did not occur to me. I was very primed for this book to end miserably, since it could have done so in a half-dozen ways at least, but! Happy ending! Happy ending that made me cry in public! This makes me all fired up about the current trend of less happy endings -- let's get back to happy endings, y'all! They are good actually! I ended up buying a copy of this right after I finished reading it, I liked it that much.

2. Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne -- This was such a fucking delight oh my god. I laughed out loud so many times. I've been a fan of Milne since I was very young (oho), but mostly Milne's poetry. Happily, there's a ton of nonsensical poems by Pooh himself inserted into the story that hit me right in the nostalgia bone. I love the way that Milne turns a phrase, and I love how all the characters are very obviously and ineffectively trying to cover up their insecurities by looking really very competent and intelligent and brave. I love the fondness for foolishness and love of child logic throughout. I just love it, it's wonderful. I bought a copy of this and When We Were Very Young, and I now consider myself solidly a fan Milne's writing in general.

3. The Crucible by Arthur Miller -- I'd already read this play before this readthrough, but I was pumped to re-read since I remember loving it. I remember when I was a kid and super into theatre at the time, I really wanted to get the chance to play Abigail. The play absolutely holds up to a second reading, and to be honest I'm quite impressed with younger me for reading some of the dense language used in the explanatory paragraphs and even the dialogue. The Salem witch trials were one of my historical interests as a kid -- yknow, like how some kids get really into Ancient Romans or Ancient Egypt or whatever -- and it still grips me now. It's such a frustrating story plagued by inevitable doom, tends to give me that irrational "... well maybe THIS time it'll turn out OK!" thought process. The absolutely infuriating characters, the DRAMA of it all, I love it.

4. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

5. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides -- This took me ages, simply because I tracked down the first half of the book way before I could put my hands on the latter half. It's almost hard to rank, since it's so long and so varied in its content and tone that... yknow, do I rank based on the highest highs or the lowest lows? My favourite stretches of the book were the whole story of Lefty and Desdemona, and then later the romance of Callie and the Object. It occurred to me that one of the dangers of a story told in generational sequence is that, well, what if the reader likes one of the earlier generations so much that the later generations are a disappointment? Such was the case, in part, with Lefty & Desdemona vs Cal's parents. I think the book is at least semi-aware that Cal's parents are not interesting, to be fair. They're certainly pretty glossed-over compared the first generation of the book. But man, what a let-down with those two. Started kinda-strong with the illict instrument-planning and quickly lost steam. Also Cal's dad is an asshole and I'm glad he died young, fuck that guy. Lefty and Desdemona were my favourite, as I said, but Lefty had the most staying-power in terms of my affection. There is a bit of bias here, since Lefty becomes aphasic & apraxic after his stroke, and I love working with aphasic people. (Though, I must point out, the author does not understand these conditions very well. If Lefty didn't have the language to speak, he would have had a hard time writing anything on a personal chalkboard.) I also got attached to Chapter Eleven, thought it was very amusing that he got into Transcendental Meditation, since my parents have been super into TM for as long as I can remember. It's a bit of a caveat that, according to some reports I've read from intersex people, the journey Cal goes through does not particularly match up with the typical intersex experience. According to some, it's closer to the transgender experience -- although that then draws some awkward attention to the fact that Cal does once state that he's chosen to live as a man essentially to 'obey his biology' or however he phrased it, and to love women. Which, yknow, you can still do as a woman, so there's that. I really enjoyed Callie's relationship with the Obscure Object, even though that's a fucking pretentious name for the poor girl, and there was a fair amount I could relate to in that from my memories as a baby closeted gay. I also learned a lot about the Greco-Turkish war, which I had been completely ignorant about before reading this.

6. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

7. A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest J Gaines -- Not necessarily an entertaining book in the most literal way, but certainly a moving story. There's nothing that isn't foregone about what happens in this book, everything goes in the most obvious, most depressing direction it could. And that's the only way it could have gone -- it would have been a cheat, a dishonest contrivance for something to come out of left field and saved the day here. I really enjoyed Grant Wiggins as a POV character, it was really interesting to see the story through his lens of cynicism and weariness. He's kind of a dick (especially to the kids he teaches, wow dude) but his story would not have been as compelling if he did not have that cynicism and wryness. He's the boiling anger of black people in the south at this point in history, which doesn't owe anybody (least of all me, a white reader) an anger that is shiny and pretty with all the corners sanded off. My heart broke when I found out this is based on a true story, and in the real-life version it's even more depressing, if that's possible -- the boy (younger in real life than 21-yr-old Jefferson) lived through an execution attempt, only to live out two more years on death row before being executed (successfully, the second time). My favourite bit, if I can call it that, was when Grant was out walking around the time of the execution, trying to figure out his relationship in time to when the execution was supposed to happen, refusing to look at his watch, and thinking about the woulda-coulda-shouldas of actually going up to the jail to be there for Jefferson, when of course it's too late. That uncertainty in time was so resonant, that fog of pure thought where external stimulus is only important if it can figure into your train of thought, that only a human (... and not a hog) can create in their heads, that's too real. Good book! Really sad but worth it.

8. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

9. Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

10. World War Z by Max Brooks -- Had a hard time figuring out how to rank this one because the detracting and positive factors are a bit all over the place. It was a very easy, quick read. One nice part about the format is that if I wasn't really feeling the current section, I'd be done reading it pretty soon and on to a completely different perspective on the zombie apocalypse. I will say, I don't think I'm 100% over zombies like a lot of people are, in part maybe because it took me longer to get into them in the first place, took me a bit to figure out that I like zombie stories when they're told from an empowering, indulgent, maybe a bit uplifting perspective instead of just is-Man-the-real-zombie? drudgery and misery, a la a certain show I could mention but won't. WWZ is not exactly feel-good but the pace of the book and the fact that you do come across a fair few personalities who are empowered by some aspect of their experience in the zompocalypse, that helped to keep things in the right tone for me. I like the concept of getting a lot of different perspectives from all over the world, even though there is a bit of a gap between my expectations for that format and how Brooks realized that idea, e.g. there is an awful lot of the US in this story that is ostensibly about the whole world (but hey, it's a world war, isn't that how Americans are taught to see all world wars?). One thing this book suffers from is something I've just now termed the "scifi uncanny valley", which is where a scifi concept that is not likely to become a real thing anytime soon (if ever), like time travel or zombie-ism, tries pretty hard for a hard science approach to make that concept more science-y and believable, but doesn't quite get there. And for these scifi concepts, they'll so very rarely BE believable when you pour on the detail, because they're virtually impossible and you're only inviting more questions about the holes you've left in the explanation. WWZ kept drawing the reader's attention to things that didn't make sense about its own zombie canon, e.g. why don't they decompose, how is it that they don't need food/water to keep going, why is a headshot the only thing that kills them. These are things that you take for granted in any other zombie story but WWZ deliberately asks the questions but never answers them, which was a very odd choice. I also thought there was a pretty yikes perspective on Islam-majority countries, and a very patronizing, uninformed take on Palestine & Israel that left me cringing. (In brief, it shows a generous Israel 'forgiving' the conflict and offering to shelter the Palestinians from the zombies, but the Palestinians not being able to accept their help because they were too 'suspicious of Israel' or whatever, like OK, I see the point you're trying to make, Brooks, and it's gross.) As a pretty anti-military person myself I would have preferred to see a narrative with a more interesting comndemnation of the US military, but at the same time I also wasn't really feeling how much time the book spends on the military perspective, those were the most boring parts. There was a lot of zombie war-era jargon that I found difficult to believe, like if the people in this world are aware of the word 'zombie', as is established early on... wouldn't they just call them zombies? This is worse than those zombies shows/movies where people have never heard of zombies so they come up with new words for them. There were a good few times when I was like... wait, who is Zack? Zack is... the collective term for zombies? Zack is a specific zombie? What... is going on. Also selfishly I wish there was more Canadian perspective OF Canada, like there was that one bit with the Canadian military in Greece, and then there were Americans trying to endure camping in Manitoba, and then there was a French expat in Quebec... where are the Canadians in Canada? That's a dumb gripe though because there are a ton of countries that are never even mentioned.

11. The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr & E.B. White -- This feels very weird to rank along in a list of predominantly fiction books but here we are. This was a nice read, amusing. I was expecting something more prescriptivist and more preoccupied with small detail, so even though it is quite prescriptivist and preoccupied with small detail, it ended up being a pleasant surprise. I even think that, once I ever actually finish a novel, it would be a good idea to go through with a Ctrl+F and do my best to trim the draft by Strunk & White's recommendations. Or, by most of them, anyway. I think this book is best enjoyed by people who already have a good idea about what prescriptivist ideas to embrace and which to throw out complete, and only really need the reminder. The high point of the book is all the parts that emphasize strategies for helping prose come across as maximally clear and accessible to the reader. I think a book has failed if it's too dense to read well the first time through, so I appreciate that Strunk & White's advice on this has held up well. It was hilarious, in a maddening way, how many logical hoops Strunk and/or White try to jump through while trying to discredit the singular they, it comes across as completely ridiculous. Finally, here's a great quote that stuck with me: "All writers, by the way they use the language, reveal something of their spirits, their habits, their capacities, and their biases. This is inevitable as well as enjoyable. All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self escaping into the open. No writer long remains incognito."

12. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson -- Very quick read, didn't have a lot of time to leave an impression, but I love the whole Jekyll/Hyde trope so I was predisposed to enjoy this. It was very interesting reading this from the perspective of someone who knows exactly what is going on with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, whereas most of the novella structures this question as a mystery.

13. Dune by Frank Herbert

14. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum

15. Tiny Alice by Edward Albee

16. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

17. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley -- I wanted so bad to like this, since y'know, first sci fi! Written by a female author! That's awesome! But it hasn't aged well in my opinion. To be honest, its biggest sin is being pretty dang boring. My favourite part was the whole stretch with the monster recounting his time observing that French family, because that part was morally interesting, but it devolved fast once the monster suddenly gave up on humans. I'll also say, I found it amusing how many layers there were to the epistolary nature of the novel. My copy started off with Shelley's account of how she was inspired and motivated to write the novel, so at one point, the narrative was a story within a story within a story within a story within a story. Inception! Also the guy on the boat was very gay for Victor and Victor doesn't deserve his love at all.

18. The War of The Worlds by HG Wells -- Similar issue to Dune in that it kickstarted a lot of tropes that are tired now, but at the time were being invented from whole cloth. While academically appreciating this, it doesn't make the story any more compelling. It also doesn't make it much more compelling that Wells was making some powerful points in the vein of anti-colonialism and the humbling of man with respect to the nature's food chain. Those are commendable themes, they just didn't make this book any more fun to read, and in the end I'm reading for fun. In brief, I found this super boring. The only particularly novel thing about this book is how British everyone is about the Martian invasion, just unrelentingly British about it all. Also really made me think about, like, if this happened now, how much faster would we have resolved the situation? I think it would have been much less time, not least because we communicate so, so much faster now. If a Martian projectile landed in England now, almost everyone on Earth would know about it within the next day.

19. Beowulf by Unknown

20. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown

#erin reads overdue books #the color purple #winnie the pooh #the crucible #middlesex #a lesson before dying #world war z #the elements of style #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #frankenstein #the war of the worlds

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kajaono · 5 years ago

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X men master post

I am allways a little bit surprised that the X-men movies are not more popular by „diverse“ people. I can understand why the MCU is favored by many white straight male persons but let me break down the XMCU a little bit for you and why it actually has a lot more depth and diversity then the MCU. And they did important stuff when it came to disability and female representation around 10 years before the MCU did it.

Diversity, with in the main cast:

Logan: While he first appears as a hot wet male dream his character actually has way more depth. He suffers from PTSD and amnesia. While in the MCU Tonys PTSD was (mostly) only discussed in Iron man 3 Logans PTSD is a constant companion in every story that features him. He suffers from sleeplessness and nightmares. He shows sign of affection towards the man who tortured him. And even long after he has got his memory back and found out why he sufferes from PTSD the triggers are still there. And they can be activated at any given moment. Like in Days of future past where one look at a young version of guy who will torture him some where in a distant future was enough to gave him a panic attack and flashbacks. And all of this (nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks) are happening in every movie and are making it nearly impossible for him to find a home or form stable relationships with other people.

Erik: A jewish man. And being jewish is a big and important part of the character. It is still a superhero movie so we never see him celebrating jewish holidays but he is constantly reminding the viewer that we never should forgot what happend back then in the KZ without reducing him to that. But actually showing how he overcomes his grief and anger by making it a constant companion of him.

Charles: A disabled man. While his disability is never shown as something that stops him from doing stuff (because he has a fancy sci fi wheelchair) there is a whole movie that shows how he tries to accept his life in a wheelchair. And after he accepted the wheelchair it a constant companion of him so we see him going into fights with a wheelchair and noone finds anything “strange” about that (aka making comments about him). Actually people are more confused when he stays at home. But that doesn’t mean that his disability is ignored.

Rogue: A girl that can actually kill by touching other people. She is perfect example how being different scares other people and make you an outcast. Until that point where you are unable to love and accept yourself. And what i found so fascinating about her story. It showed that it is okay to give up. That we do not can win every fight. That giving up is okay when it is what makes us happy and gives us peace

Powerful female main characters:

In the XMCU women where allways part of the main cast. They were never reduced to love interests or sex objects. They were allways in the middle of the fight and kicking ass. Actually 2 out of 3 X men in the first movie are women. They wear the same outfits as there male comapnions and if your name is Storm you get an extra fancy cape. While on the other hand the women are diverse. They are not wet male dreams of hot women kicking ass but actually you have:

Jean: A doctor. Who is really calming. A loving teacher and girlfriend. Also a little insecure about herself. While also being one of the most powerful mutants around and kicking ass. And she is allowed to say: NO!” Something we rarely see in other superhero movies. In x men 2 she shows signs of attraction and affection towards Logan. But instead of cheating with him on her boyfriend she says: No, please do not let me do that.” Because women are perfectly functional human beings who can still decide against a guy when they feel attraction towards him, knowing it wouldn’t be good for her/or when she wants to protect her relationship with her boyfriend.

Storm: A woman of color. Sadly her character never really got fleshed out.... not like Jeans character. (She deserves a solo movie!) But she is this quiet cool woman who somehow manages to stay away from every relationship drama because she never gets a male love interested forced onto her. She is this kind of women who makes you hyped everytime you see her own screen just because her presence alone is so powerful

Rogue: Actually she is still a child and doesn’t know anything about fighting. She is super insecure. Is really closed off from the world (caused by her powerful mutation) But somehow she is allways in the middle of the battle and saving the world with small actions.

Kitty: While her character gets introcuded really late, and she is actually only a side chatacter, the whole plot of xmen 3 and days of future past would not have worked without her.

Queer characters:

Nevertheless this is still a superhero and hollywood movie which means queer representation is of cource not present in text. BUT! That doesn’t mean it is not present at all. 1. The whole plot of x men 2 was a LGBTQ metaphore. There is this whole conversation in x men 2 where a mother sits down with her son after he says: Mum i have to tell you something.” Then he comes out as gay a mutant. Later the mother asked when he first relaized that he is gay a mutant. And if he ever tried not to be gay a mutant. Bouns point that actually this character comes out as gay in the comics. Also it has Ian McKellen who highly supports a gay reading of his character Erik.

Yeah Cherik:

From the very first moment they share a deep lovers to enemies relationship with eachother. Because no matter how much they fight against eachother. They allways end up together again, saving eachother, unable to let eachother go. Their relationship ended really tragical in the first timeline. But the new timeline with Fassbender and Mcavoy did not stopped that. They added 100% more homoerotic subtext. And then they wrote a whole movie for them only to explain how they meet and fall in love. And it was so gay that Fassbender and Mcavoy confirmed that FOX seperated them in later movies to reduce the gay subtext. BUT! that did not stop the writers from make it canon in the last movie. Yeah, it is still a Hollywood movie so not canon CANON but if you watch it you will see that it is canon. A little bit like good omens. They are moving in together and playing chess like they allways did... in Paris... the city of love... they couldn’t have been more obvious. Would have been openly queer representation even better? Sure. But with this little ending FOX XMCU achieved more then the MCU in the last 10 years.

The cinematography is perfect. Many may know the scene where Quicksilver is running through the kitchen in light speed listing to music. The movies have so much more of these moments. Also in the early movies where they had less money and CGI. So they need to invest a lot of time into planning how to film exciting scenes while still saving money and time. That resulted in absolut amazing scenes that make especially X men 2 a bless to watch. Also that most of the movies are PG 13 blood is only used where it is needed but then allways in such an aesthetical beautiful way that it is allways blowing my mind.

Body positivity: is a big topic especially in the first three movies. Sure the main characters are all perfect looking people but what matters here are the children. Most of the storyline is playing in a school and not a single one of the kids is a model type person. They are are super mixed, super chubby, super skinny, tall, small, freckles, curly hair, flat hair etc. And they all dress as bad all children did that grew up in the early 2000s. I think that is especially important for the children that are watching the movies. Becuase they see that all the kids are looking like them and have super powers anyway, no matter what skincolor or body type, so they do need to stress about that

Sexual consent: Especially in the main movies there are never any out of the blue sex moments. And as i allready mentioned Jean says: No” to a kiss with Logan because she doesn’t feel good with it but i think even more important is the scene in x men 3 where Jean goes completly Phoenix and wants to have sex with Logan he first goes along happily because that is what he allways wanted. But in the moment he realizes that Jean is out of her mind and not really there he stop immediatly. He regnoizes her boundaries and says: Let us stop. And let us talk about it tomorrow again.” And i think this scene is so important. It shows the viewer that just because a woman wants to have sex with you it is not necessarily right to use her helplessness as an excuse to actual have sex with her. Instead you should try to get her sober/clean and bring her home.

Up-to-dateness: Escpecially the older movies are still really up to date. There is this whole scene in X men 2 where police forces are storming into the mutant school by night and are arreasting little children by gun power. Just to imprison them later on, with out food, proper cloths or a lawyer. But also the realization that if you are part of a marginalized group you have to fight 10x times harder to be accepted, that you allways have to good, because one mistake and everyone will hunt you down and bully you again. That gets a nice addaition by the scene in x men 1 where Mystique says that she was afraid to go to school when you was young because of her beng different even though noone can actually see it.

Problems. of course there are problems. Here are the four main ones.

Solo movies: Everything i said about the x men movies does not necessarily have to apply for the solo movies. The Wolverine solo movies allways feature a quick female love interest and fights that get more brutal and bloody with every new solo movie released. They do not take their time to explore Logans PTSD and trauma even more and focus more on the action. And also the female love interest do not know how to fight, are weak, are needing protection and are getting killed off easily.

Storm. Her character was more of a side character from the beginning. She had not really much character development but all in all her character still got treated well (okay in x men 3). It gets horrible in the new movies. In days of future past she only appears because of her powers. She is just standing there and fights. She does not share more then one sentence with the three main characters. With all those characters she is actually really close with in xmen 1 to 3. While all “old” characater (those that allready appeared in x men 1 to 3 and survived) get a heartful goodbye she is excluded from it. Then her origin story happens in Apocolpyse. here she not only joins the bad ones first, she also get absolut sidelined again. Why she joins the good ones in the end is absolut unclear because she never says anything. And i do not even remeber if she even was in Dark Phoenix. Because IF she was in there she probably never said more then one word. We never got the Jean/Scott/Storm origin story we deserve

Rasism. For a movie that is so diverse it has surprisingly few persons of color. Beisde of Storm there is actually no POC in those movies. And let you only need to see above to see how bad she got treated at the end. And then there is still this cursed scene from X men First class where the bad guy says: “You can stay here and live like slaves. Or you can come with me and live like king and queens.” and in the moment he says: Slaves.” the camera focuses on the only black giy in the group who gets murder 5 minutes later. “Kings” zoom at the blond white guy who survives the movie. “Queen” focus on the latina woman in the group who joins the bad guys 5 seconds later and gets injured badly at the end of the movie.

Apocolypse. Actually everyting about this movie is horrible. F.e. while the other movies tried to show how Erik over comes his KZ trauma by making it a part of himself Apocolypse reduces being jewish completly to the KZ and kills off his whole family five minutes later... again. A forced straight romance that leads nowhere. Everything about Storm in this movie. This movie is just cursed.

Also x men 3 feels a little bit off sometimes but this is part of another post

So with the Xmen now joining the MCU i can highly recommend everyone to check out the x men movies. Especially the old ones from 2000 who still have the most depth and do not try to be a copy of the MCU.

So all in all i can highly recommend you to watch the X men movies. And the contunity errors that many MCU fans are laughing about are actually really helpful because it makes the movies more flexible then the MCU movies. And that avoid shitstorms and makes the fandom - most of the time - a really relaxed place to be in

#x men #xmcu #mcu #marvel #x men master post #master post

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the-record-newspaper · 5 years ago

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The killing of Rhonda Hinson Part 32

By LARRY J. GRIFFIN

Special Investigative Reporter

For The Record

…Mark said school would be out the 17th of December, but Jill did not arrive home until the 18th. Jill had a hair appointment at 3:30 PM on the 18th. These dates would place Jill in the [Sic] Mark’s car close to the incident and would give Jill the opportunity to see the jacket left in the car when Rhonda and Mark went Christmas shopping for Jill’s presents.—From the Dec. 30, 1995 notes of Detective James Pruett.

Mark Turner as a teen

Mark Turner now

As the waning days of 1995 gave way to 1996, Detective James Pruett turned his sights upon Mark Turner—Jill Turner-Mull’s boyfriend, who was also friends with Rhonda Hinson’s boyfriend, Greg McDowell. Initially, he was interested in the gray-hooded sweatjacket that Rhonda Hinson left in Turner’s car whenever the duo embarked upon a late-Christmas season shopping expedition to Hickory’s Valley Hills Mall to purchase presents for Rhonda’s best friend who happened to be Mark’s girlfriend at the time.

Though the exact date of the shopping excursion was unknown to him, Detective Pruett systematically narrowed the range of possible dates. Clearly, Mark had previously indicated, in a missive to his girlfriend, that he would be leaving Elon’s campus to return to his parents’ Indian Hills residence, located off the Cape Hickory Road, on Thursday, Dec. 17, 1981. Jill Turner-Mull knew the date of his imminent arrival and told Rhonda Hinson about it in a previously reported letter penned on Dec. 8 and mailed on Dec. 9.

In her latest interview with The Record, Ms. Turner-Mull maintained that she does not recall a date with Mark on Dec. 18; instead they most probably went out together on Saturday the 19th.

Turner-Mull said, “I had a hair appointment that afternoon; those usually took me a while; so, I think it was unlikely that we went out that night. It would have been more likely that we waited until that Saturday to date….It was not unusual for Mark to play basketball with his friends on a Sunday afternoon; so, I don’t recall going out with him on that day [Dec. 20, 1981].

In 1996, Jill told Flash that she thought that Mark Turner injured his back on Sunday afternoon, Dec. 20, prompting a late-evening trip to the emergency room, via ambulance, on Monday Dec. 21.

According to his father—Pastor Charles McDowell—his son, Greg, arrived home from North Carolina State (NCSU) on Saturday, Dec. 19, 1981. Judy Hinson agreed with that date; in her journal she penned her recollections of the events of that day:

She wrote: “Rhonda and I had gone shopping earlier on that Saturday [Dec. 19] for her some new clothes to wear to her upcoming Christmas party at Hickory Steel. She had received a bonus from work and asked if we could go shopping. We only planned to go to Morganton. In Morganton, she could not find what she wanted. We came back to Valdese. She didn’t find what she wanted. We went to Hickory to the new mall.”

Judy and Rhonda stayed out longer than originally planned, making the return trip to Valdese at approximately 5 p.m. Notably, Rhonda never mentioned Greg to her mother the entire day until they were journeying home. It was at that juncture that she exclaimed—as if in a panic, according to Judy’s records—“Oh God, if Greg has called, he will really be mad!”

Instantaneously, Rhonda’s mood changed as she accelerated toward Valdese. Judy resumed her narrative:

“She stopped laughing and talking then. She turned the radio on and was quite [Sic] the rest of the way home. When we got home Robbie said ‘Rhonda you better call Greg. He has been calling all day and I think he is mad.’”

Rhonda finally called her boyfriend who informed her that she had 10 minutes to get ready to go to a party given by a man over the mountain for whom Greg had worked during the Summer of 1981. When he arrived at the Hinsons’ Hillcrest home, Greg refused to talk with anyone. “He was really mad at me. I guess because I had gone with Rhonda that day,” Ms. Hinson mused in her handwritten-journal.

Curiously within an hour, the young couple returned to the Hinson house. Greg dropped Rhonda off but did not come inside with her. Rhonda walked into her parent’s bedroom and awakened her mother. Judy asked her daughter if they even made it to the party. “She [Rhonda] said that they did…Greg asked me to tell them we had to come home. I asked her why he did that and she said he did not want to go. He just went because he was mad at her for going shopping.”

On Monday Dec. 21, 1981, Judy recalled that Rhonda worked at Hickory Steel and returned home. Frozen precipitation had fallen throughout the day, making travel hazardous; however, when Rhonda walked through the door, Greg McDowell was already there. Judy noted that her daughter seemed upset.

She wrote, “When she came in, she had a very pretty potted plant. I asked her where she got it and she said, Don [Colson, her supervisor]. Greg looked at her kind of funny and Rhonda said… ‘He gave everybody one. When you get home, you will see that your Mom has one just like this.’ Greg left soon after this. I asked [Rhonda] why he was in such a hurry and she said he was tired. He had exams before he came home for Christmas and had lost a lot of sleep.”

And it was on Tuesday, Dec. 22, that Rhonda Hinson informed her mother that she had no jacket to wear to work because Greg had her East Burke letter jacket and her hooded sweatjacket was in Mark Turner’s car.

Detective Pruett knew that in order for the sweatjacket to be in Mark’s automobile, he and Rhonda would have had to have ridden to the mall together. Judy Hinson made it clear that Mark had never come by their home to pick their daughter up to go shopping or anywhere else. “I really didn’t know Mark Turner, frankly; and, I know that during that time he did not pick Rhonda up.”

Given the time schedules of both Mark Turner and Rhonda Hinson during the five fateful days prior to Rhonda’s murder, it seemed plausible that the Turner/Hinson mall-shopping trip must have occurred on the late afternoon of Dec. 18, 1981—subsequent to the conclusion of Rhonda’s workday at Hickory Steel.

It would have been the most optimal timeframe for both of them—Jill had a hair appointment and would not be dating Mark later that evening; Greg was not even home from NCSU at that juncture; therefore, a date with Rhonda was not planned. Beyond the 18th, their lives and activities were unlikely to intersect long enough to allow for a last-minute shopping trip.

The Turner Indian Hills residence was located a little over four miles from Hickory Steel—a 10-minute drive. Conceivably, Mark and Rhonda decided that it would be easy for him to retrieve her from work; and, the two could ride together to the mall. Afterwards—on his way home—Mark could drop Rhonda off at her Datsun parked at Hickory Steel; she would drive back to Valdese from there. Apparently, sometime during the shopping excursion, Rhonda tossed her sweatjacket in the backseat and forgot to reclaim it before she exited Turner’s vehicle.

Two days after the legendary “ball” dropped in Times Square—Tuesday, January 3, 1996—Detective Pruett spoke by phone with SBI Special Agent John Suttle relative to progress made in the Rhonda Hinson case. Having done some prior research, Suttle apprised the Burke County detective that he was unable to locate an SBI interview with Mark Turner. Later that afternoon, however, Suttle walked into Pruett’s office:

Pruett stated: “I told him of my recent findings of the sweatjacket, the stuffed snake, and the fact that Tonya Benge Featherby [Sic] saw Greg in a blue Nova on December 22, 1981. John looked at the jacket and agreed with me, Mark Turner could be a valuable witness. John felt I should go ahead with my plans for the interview with Mark. Since officers did not talk with Mark, we may not arise [Sic] his suspicions. Again, the problem of Mark being at the crime scene [Sic] near the time of the incident could pose a problem. We know he had the possession of the jacket. Did he give it to Greg?”

Within his own deductive mind—as reflected in his case notes—Flash ruled out the possibility that Mark Turner had a hand in killing Rhonda Hinson. “I feel Mark would not have a motive, and the heat of passion is between Greg and Rhonda.” Then he concluded, “Mark would not have known Rhonda’s whereabouts while out with Jill.”

Before his day officially ended on Jan. 3,1996, Detective Pruett drove by Mark Turner’s Bouchard Street residence in Valdese, as well as his business, Foothills Footwear. He did not spot the white truck that Mark drove to work at Foothills; however, the family’s white automobile was parked at the Turner’s home.

Though questions relative to Mark Turner’s involvement in the case continued to swirl about the investigator, one factor had become clear—it was time, past time perhaps, to interview Mark Turner. So, the next day—Jan. 4, 1996—Detective Pruett contacted him at his personal business to ask the 32-year-old to come by the department.

Two-hours later— at 4 p.m.—Mark Turner strode through the door of the Burke County Sheriff’s office to be interviewed—for the first time—relative to the killing of Rhonda Hinson.

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Some Personal Stuff

Here's something that doesn't really connect to anything but me and may not be interesting but I just want to get it off my chest because it's been bugging me.

As some of you know, I was recently diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum. This had been a very big thing for me as it has finally answered some life-long questions and helped me better understand myself. My mum has been wonderfully supportive and my friends have been great in learning more about autism so that they can know me better and have actually asked about what kind of things bother me so that they could be more careful (which I never asked of them, but they're just awesome and care enough to put some effort in to helping me be comfortable ^_^). Really, almost the entire experience has been positive. I would actually say that one of the only issues I've had has been the way some of my siblings have reacted.

I have good relationships with all of my siblings and I think they're pretty cool people in general, but some of them have some really weird hang-ups from the way we were raised that they never really got past. We were raised with the very unfortunate (and vocal!) belief that mental health problems didn't really exist. We were told that things like despression didn't really exist and that people just needed to suck it up and get over it. We were told that people who practiced self-harm were just drama queens looking for attention (heaven forbid you ever want attention!). We were told that people who killed themselves were the most cowardly and selfish people in the world. I think you get the idea.

Thankfully, my mother has grown so much as a person and realized that not only are those ideas just plain wrong but they are also very harmful. She is now one of my strongest pillars of support and one of the very few people I feel truly comfortable speaking openly with about my mental health struggles. My siblings have all improved greatly, but some of them are still a little stuck on some of those old ideas. If you asked them, they would tell you without a doubt that depression is 100% real but, if you tell them that you or someone else has depression, there's a good chance that they'll become skeptical and start asking questions as if they're trying to prove you wrong. They might make comments about people self-diagnosing themselves or exaggerating or even just outright lying for the sake of attention. Quite often, they'll say things like "everyone feels like that sometimes" and completely play down someone's experience until they can dismiss it entirely.

Even before I got diagnosed, some of my siblings seemed to bristle at the mention of the possibility. When I said I was looking to be assessed, they all asked "Why?" Some of them were satisfied when I said "Because I think I might be autistic" and carried on the conversation normally or asked follow-up questions out of interest. However, some of them carried on the conversation with what felt like a determination to prove that my suspicions were invalid. They would ask lots of questions about my experiences but it quickly became clear that it wasn't in order to understand, because almost every answer was followed up with a "but" statement. "But everyone feels like that sometimes." "But lots of people would find that stressful." "But maybe you're looking too much into that." I even heard once "Do YOU think you're autistic or did Mum tell you that?" as some of my siblings seem to think my mother's change in attitude is also some weird kind of bid for attention. I was also asked by two different siblings, "Why do you WANT something to be wrong with you?"

My most common way of finishing those conversations, after hearing some version of why it's probably nothing and I'm probably not autistic (ie, "it's so easy to read about something online and think you have it"), was to bluntly say "I know. That's why I want to see a professional and get a proper assessment."

Anyway, I got assessed and diagnosed. I thought that might be enough to satisfy my skeptical siblings. Turns out, not really. While they won't say that they don't think I have autism anymore, they are still very quick to dismiss it. I had one sibling suggest that, because I'm on the mild end of the spectrum, "it doesn't really affect [me]". It wasn't a question but a statement. I have had several more shows of feigned interest for the sake of trying to minimalize or dismiss and it has been quite disheartening at times. With some of my family, I feel reluctant to ever say anything relating to mental health and especially autism because I'm tired of hearing thinly veiled denials that I'm actually autistic. Getting assessed/diagnosed was supposed to be about understanding and helping myself and not about whether or not my family was comfortable.

Not long ago, my Mum shared a video on Facebook that was meant to raise awareness on autism. It started with the speaker telling you to imagine trying to watch a TV show and listen to five radios on different stations all going full volume at the same time, and then explained that that's how life can feel to an autistic person all the time. The video carried on for some time after that and covered other experiences. I messaged my mother privately to discuss some of the things discussed in the video and I told her that I hadn't wanted to leave a comment because I didn't want other family members to see it and start leaving dismissive comments. After talking to her for some time, I decided that I would leave a very simple comment on what I felt was the easiest thing to understand, simply saying "The example of the TV and five radios is spot on." I kid you not, it took maybe two minutes for one of my siblings to respond with something along the lines of "Yeah, I get really stressed out when there's lots of noise too."

Part of me wanted to let it go and leave it be but, after talking to my Mum and seeing how much she had changed and how much work she put into beng supportive, I felt upset and got stubborn. I responded that anyone gets stressed out in loud environments, but that that was not the same thing. For an autistic person, sounds can be so distracting that it can become hard to function and lead to panic attacks, even if it's not loud. The answer was (paraphrasing) "I get that. If I'm driving and the radio is on and the kids are being noisy or screaming in the back, I can forget where I'm going. I have to turn the radio off sometimes so that I can focus." Okay, no. Just no. That's not the same thing at all. I quickly answered with a detailed explanation of why it's not the same thing, also emphasizing that there's a big difference between getting stressed by actual loud noises and having your brain completely shut down over sounds that might not even be loud. They quickly backpedaled and said that they knew it wasn't the same and that they were just saying it was relatable, a family member who had joined in said that they hadn't even watched the video and was only responding to the other's comments about finding noise stressful. That was followed up by another comment saying that maybe they hadn't communicated properly and they hadn't meant anything by it, which I felt much better about. I still didn't buy the idea that the inital comments had no intention of being dismissive, but I could believe that they realized partway through the conversation that they were being upsetting and wanted to fix it. Still, the conversation has stuck in my head as a very disheartening experience.

Sensory overload is one of my biggest difficulties with autism. I am very easily upset by sound and it doesn't take much for me to shut down. Volume is rarely a factor but, rather, the number of sources, whether I can distinguish one sound from another, and whether I can locate the source. I used to have panic attacks in school during tests because being able to hear twenty-some pencils scratching but not being able to distinguish between pencils sent me into a complete panic. Those pencils may as well have been cannons in my ears. They were the loudest things in the world.

Tonight, I sat down at the nursing station at work and immediately noticed a sound that I'm not accustomed to hearing there. It was quiet enough that I couldn't tell exactly what it was and, worse, I couldn't tell WHERE it was. I became so distracted by the sound that I completely, physically froze. I don't know exactly how long I sat there but, at the end of this little experience, my tea had gone from freshly made to just a hair above lukewarm. The entire time I sat there, half my brain was desperately trying to locate the sound and identify it and the other half of my brain was desperately begging the first half to ignore it and just let it go. My heart rate went up to what I would expect it to be if I had just run a short distance. A sense of panic gripped me, the same kind of feeling I had the first (and only) time a cop pulled me over. I literally could not think about anything else.

After several minutes, I finally managed to calm myself because, without having to move from my frozen position, I was able to both identify and locate the source of the sound. What was it?

Do you see it?

A watch. It was the sound of a watch ticking in a basket of found items sitting several feet away. That was all it took to put me into a state of shutdown and had me edging towards a state of panic. A watch that somebody found and left behind, leaving a barely audible but unexpected source of sound in an environment I am familiar with took me from independent and capable to frozen, vulnerable, and moments away from hyperventilating and bursting into tears.

But autism doesn't really affect me. But I barely register on the spectrum, so I don't really count. But everyone gets overwhelmed by noise sometimes. But everyone has trouble focusing in stressful situations.

Someone being on the mild end of the autism spectrum does not mean that they don't suffer or that they don't really have it. It means that they present well. It means that they're better able to control their outward reactions and/or better able to learn what's expected of them. Saying someone's autism is "mild" is a reflection of how much other people are affected by their autism rather than by how much the individual is affected. On the outside, I would have simply looked like I was deep in thought and anyone who walked past probably wouldn't have looked twice. On the inside, I was freaking the hell out. It definitely affected me, even if there were no observable manifestations in the outside world. I have avoided furthering my education or looking for a better job because of experiences like this. I have missed work, which later meant I struggled to pay my bills. I have lost friendships. I have passed up opportunities. I have never left the town I grew up in, even though every single member of my family has moved away. I will likely never have biological children because I don't think I can handle pregnancy. I don't know if I will have children period because the process of adoption might be too overwhelming for me. I am terrified of having children and failing them as a parent because my autism might cripple my communication with them or cause me to be too impatient or inflexible. I am not likely to achieve many of my aspirations because little moments like ticking watches in unexpected places happen all the time, even if nobody except me knows it.

I have "mild" autism and it affects me.

#this time it's personal #autism

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myinnerletters · 4 years ago

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3/8/21

I guess if the last time i wrote on this was in January is ok. I feel like ive been really struggling for the last week and a bit. This most recent lockdown has really impacted me - i feel like i cant hold onto anything too long, i feel jaded, i feel like its hard to see a light out or a way forward.

It’s hard to feel lonely and isolated from my family again. I can’t see them and even if i could, i know it would be tricky because of our weird dynamics. It upsets me to hear saphta covid denying. i want so badly to protect all of them but i know i cant. I know i cant do anything to stop covid or keep them safe. I know to keep me safe i have to stay here in Melbourne, but it feels odd. I feel almost orphan beng seperated like this. I belong to a family. I belong to many families but my connection feels so weird. It feels weird to miss them. Its something that i try to not tell them. Which i know is wrong of me to be withholding, but to say i miss them is to also say in part i miss dysfunction. Obviously we are all in a better place then all those years ago. But there are still some chaotic elements there.

I sit here riddlin around in my head with thoughts non stop. The anti depressants have been pretty good at keeping the background prattle quiet but its happening more atm. I am getting my tasks done. But my emotions are flip floppy. I finish all my work im overjoyed, several hours later im despondent and inconsolable. i was proud of my media release and then i feared my friends would tear it apart.

I know Noam loves me. I know he cares for me. I know he is also going through his own things at times. But i keep doing this dumb thing where i start shit. Asking him like tonight if he thinks im too emotional and telling him that i dont know how he does it with me. I as a kid was a sponge and took on everything around me that people said, i was so eager to please that i adapted these parts into my personality, into who i am. Dad worries that im too emotional. He says “does he not mind that youre so emotional”. I know this is more about my dad then about me. I know mum was “too much” for him so now he has a relationship with a woman who personally i dont think is particularly healthy, butit seems they dont fight and thats what he needs. But my dad, although he has always been there for me and is my rock sometimes thinks im too sensitive to things. And then i start worrying that noam will start thinking that. Even though nothing has happened. But my brain prattles on thinking that i am too much, and i dont know how he can date me and im WAY too emotional. Then he says he doesnt think that way and i get anxious, i get annoyed for bringing it up, i start thinking ive doomed everything. It’s over and i wish i hadnt brought it up in the first place cause now i feel vulnerable and wide open and see through. Just because i feel like im too emotional, like my mood swings and my depression will at some point be too much for him and he will walk away.

I know that we have lots of beautiful memories. Most of our times are fun. We explore a lot and dont need much but eeach other to enjoy each others company. But then i do these things, this is the second time this week ive been like this and i just think why does he bother with me. I am just so much work. My friends didnt reply to a message and then i felt left out. THis most recent turmoil came because i sent noam a video of me singing, but when i listened back i didnt like how i sounded. Im still paranoid that everytime the downstairs neighbour opens the door downstairs its to give me a hint to stop, even though she has all her phone calls outside.

Singing is such a weird thing for me. Its so personal and ive always been critiqued. I couldnt act for all those years because i had to get my singing right and being the perfectionist i was it never was good enough. I tried though. Then seeing pip wasnt good for my mental health, yes my voie sounded great but i had to go to such mental leeps and bounds to get there. I am out of practice. I stopped singing as much last year. Mostly because i was trying to be mindfull of housemates, when at times they werent mindful of me. No one asked me but i did it. And also because i didnt want jacuqi commenting on it. Also because i couldnt allow myself to love theatre, because it keeps falling through and even now i am so anxious about writing a show or doing a show because the state of our country and covid gives me no hope.

I dont like how i sound and i know i could work on it. I could work on the singing and instead of nitpicking, reckon with the fact that i havent worked on my singing properly and im trying to find joy doing it. Maybe im best off not recording myself and playing it back to myself when i sing to noam. and just send it and be done with it. It triggered an old response from uni. something i havent experienced for a while.

To be honest, this last lockdown and comign out of it hasnt given me much hope. Jessie calls me to compare lockdowns, how theres is the worst, saphta says we live in comunist australia and shes so lonely and i wish i could hlep but i know i cant do much. Im giving a lot to my clients becuase i dont want them to feel low post lockdown, i want them to feel good and enjoy moving, but im having a harder time picking myself up each time. Getting back into it. It takes more strain, more resilience. Its harder each time to bounce back. I just cant imagine ever going back to normal. Or when ill see my family which stresses me out.

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH29

PARTY TIME. The former monsters crash a party but it turns out that everyone’s human forms are a bunch of embarrassed nerds. Chucky suggests a hostile takeover and Pinhead yells at them for showing up uninvited. (Turns out a lot of people don’t like Freddy and his friends in this town) Meanwhile Robert Gray accidentally gets LIT and Leech shows off her bartending skills. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!

I’m going to start including a song to go with some of these chapters so feel free to check back to previous ones and possibly stay tuned for a playlist!

The song for this one is Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo

CH29

Its a Dead Mans Party

When they arrived to the night club the gang expected a party. What they got was a bunch of ashamed former monsters shuffling awkwardly around. Once intimidating living nightmares were now average everyday outcasts too scared to leave the wall incase someone might recognize who they really were.

“This is the most depressing scene I’ve ever witnessed.” Freddy frowned looking out at the club.

“How are we going to find a Halloween god when the very creatures who make the holiday scary are sulking in the corner because they suddenly have weird teeth and zits again?” Leech groaned.

Chucky took a step forward and cracked his knuckles.“Ahem while I dont want to participate in your shenanigans, I refuse to attend something so dead. So Fangs, Krueger I think we need to do a little CPR.”

“Are you suggesting a hostile take over?”

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“Wait wont you get caught? They weren’t invited!” Tiffany hissed at her husband

“They’ll be begging us to stay when we’re finished here sweet cheeks.”

“This isnt the first CPR we’ve preformed. Nothing to worry about we got a party master among us.” Leech grinned and gestured to Freddy “Krueger! Work your magic.”

“With pleasure Fangs.”

“And none of this Monster Mash bullshit guys! Give us something we can work with!”

Freddy smirked pulling out a pair of sunglasses and opened his arms as he walked down the stairs like some sort of messiah of debachery. Chucky grabbed his wife by the arm and followed after him while Leech tapped her mate on the cheek and made her way to the bar. The players took the field with confidence, Chucky and Leech kicking out the sulking DJ and bartender taking their place and signaling to the former dream demon they were ready.

Freddy caught the microphone tossed to him from the DJ booth and tapped it “You assholes call this a party? Seems like not inviting old Freddy was the wrong idea. Let’s change that shall we? Chuck, gimme some music.”

An upbeat song blasted through the speakers. Leech spun a tumbler on her palm and tossed a bottle of vodka into the air, quickly pouring out drinks faster than she probably ever had before. Freddy began placing bevrages in peoples hands and pulling groups onto the dance floor. Life started to be forced back into the event. People were enjoying themselves more and more even Leatherface started dragging folks in with Freddy.

Leech glanced over to the handsome man in the Spiderman outfit perched on the fruthest bar stool scanning the scene intently infront of him. The song Dead Man’s Party began to play and people moved towards the dance floor away from the bar giving her a moment to slide a drink over to him.

“You looked like you could use a pick-me up.” she glanced over and smiled at him when he raised his head up at her watching her stuff a tip into her coat. Robert picked up the drink without saying anything. Leech frowned and walked up to him “This is a party remember? You’re allowed to enjoy yourself.” she said leaning over the bar. He rolled up the mask on his face and sipped the rum and coke still not saying a word.

“Pen.” she frowned using his clown name to get his attention. “What’s wrong huh? I know we’re looking for the kid but take your own advice and enjoy the hunt a little.”

“That’s not my name.” he grumbled. Leech narrowed her eyes when she realized he was embarrassed. He was such an overly proud creature and being seen by others as anything but superior was severly affecting his ego. The former vampire grabbed his chin and turned it to face her ignoring a couple incoming drink requests.

“Look, I know you have been humiliated today, and I know you hate being a human but this is only temporary you’ll be back to your old self soon. You’re always going to be a perfect evil godlike entity no matter what skin you wear….especially to me.”

Robert still didnt respond but he pulled off the mask completely and looked off to the side.

“All right fine if you’re not going to start having fun I’m going to make you have fun.” his mate growled leaving the bar briefly to pull him back behind it with her.

“What are you doing Leech let go of me” he snarled reluctnantly following her.

“You may be human but my goofball killer clown is still in there and I’m going to bring him out even if it involves kicking and screaming.”

“And how are you planning on doing that?” he grumbled.

Leech gave him a warm smile and picked up four shot glasses beginning to juggle them. The former clown arched an eyebrow in mock interest. His mate smirked and tossed a glass at him which he reflextibly caught and threw back to her glaring a bit. When she caught it she tossed another to him. his scowl softened slightly when he tossed it back at her. Leech tossed another to him followed by another until they were full on juggling. She beamed at him when his expression could no longer hold back the his grin. They continued their routine till there was a small crowd gathered around them to watch. Some were actually suprised to see the clown doing actual clown things as if there was a rumor going around that he couldn’t.

“You know I love this song.” she said collecting all four of the glasses and setting them on the bar in a line. “Pass me the clear bottle and the red one” she said picking up a tumbler. Robert tossed them over to her she caught one in her cup and bounced the other a few times on her elbow the crowd cheering a bit. She set the one bottle down and poured the red one in her tumbler and tossed it away to her partner. “Here make yourself useful, the two top right ones next.” they put on quite the little show together both of them genuinely having fun with one another. Tiffany elbowed her husband and pointed at their housemates. “Did you know he actually could juggle?”

“Unfortuneately, yes.” chucky groaned. Tiff gave him a questioning look “Let’s just say that their practicing is the reason I dont eat dinner at the table anymore.”

“That explains the wobbling” Tiff replied while cringing.

When she was done Leech passed out several shots to the crowd and handed one to Robert taking the last one in her own hand. “All right drink this with me. Hold out your arm.” the confused ex-eldritch abomination did as she instructed and his mate linked her arm around his. “We take it together at the same time.”

“Am I going to like this?”

“Don’t worry its sweet.” she teased him a bit knowing her lover tended to only eat things that were 80% sugar. She counted to three and they tipped their shots back. Robert made a face and shook his head a bit. Leech laughed and lightly tapped his cheek “You alright there big guy?”

“It burns and I feel warm.”

“Well yeah you already had one drink and I just fed you a giant shot.”

“You’re a bad influence.” he narrowed his eyes at her. The former vampire poured dark honey colored liquid into her shot glass and knocked it back. “There now I’m catching up to you.”

“We have a task to accomplish Leechie.” he grumbled Leech rolled her eyes in response making another few drinks and shoving one in his hands. “Enjoy the damn party Robert.” The shut his eyes and took a sip cursing humans and their self destructive habbits.

“CLOWN!” a mousy looking man in leather shouted.

“Is that Pinhead?” Leech asked throwing a wash rag over her shoulder “Holy fuck it is! You assholes messed up my tits!” she snarled at him.

“I dont mind them.” Robert said cooly while sipping his drink.

“Bob no.”

“I seem to recall you fully agreeing to that modification vampire.”

“I….lets not go into.…that….”

“Yes there is a different matter at hand. I came here to remove you from my establishment friends of Krueger are not allowed due to the.. liabilities…”

The former cenobite glared at the couple, Leech looked as if she was readying herself for a fight. Robert finished his drink and stepped forward pushing his mate lightly to the side.

“You seem to forget that I own this town, you are simply beng allowed to stay and I’m a bit offended I was not invited.”

“All we wish is to keep the dream demon and his associates out….especially with what happened at the last event he attended….”

“His associates being my mate? Is is wise hell priest to ban her simply for being friends with Krueger? If I must tolerate his presence then so will you.” Robert was starting to feel in control again when the hell preist backed down. He wasnt sure if it was the liquid courage he consumed or his beloved’s efforts to cheer him up but his ego was finally feeling restored. It was time to remind everyone of their place in his town and who stood on top. “I seem to recall you allowed harm to come to her when she spent time with you did you not?” he growled and loomed over the man letting his height aid in his intimidation “I think you owe me for your screw up.”

Leech tapped his arm. “Psst ask for free drinks I’m running out of tip money to pay for ours.” she said with a small whisper.

“….And free drinks” Robert rolled his eyes and placed a large hand on her hat.

“I would rather have no qualms with you. Get rid of Krueger and she may stay.”

“That wouldn't be advisable.” Leech said leaning on the bar pouring herself another drink now that it was free.

“And why is that?”

“One, Krueger Chucky and I brought this party back from the dead you needed us. Two, if you ever want to go back to being a hell priest and making that outfit actually work for you I suggest you let us continue working here.” Leech sipped a glass of whiskey and grinned smugly at the former Cenobite.

“You know how to solve this problem?”

“That’s why were here. The other clown and dracula are bringing what we need as we speak.” Robert relaxed his tense muscles into a more causal stance when he sensed the Cenobite leader backing off.

Pinhead glanced at the crowd of awkward looking humans shuffling around attempting to dance and sighed. “We are counting on you to succeed then….and clown, the invitation to the afterparty still stands…to the both of you…” he turned and walked away.

Both former monsters cringed. “And with that horrible thought I’m going to need another drink” Leech turned around and grabbed a bottle of rum.

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They had been there a couple hours and Robert Gray was starting to feel the room spin. He had only had a few drinks that his mate insisted on yet he was starting to feel the effects. This human beverage must be the reason they’re all so inferior. Just a few glasses of it and it was like his head was swelling with the music and his limbs felt heavy. He twisted his head over to Leech who somehow was was still standing despite having drank twice as much as he did. She was shouting something to a small crowd about piercing Freddy’s other nipple which frankly he had no desire to ever see again. Instead he sat with his head back against a couch hoping to just let this feeling pass quickly when suddenly the doll and his wife plopped down next to him. The former clown rolled his head over to acknowlege thier presence.

“Jingles! Jingles are you drunk?!”

“Leechie did it.” He managed to slur out.

“Oh man big biiiiggg mistake Jingle Bells. You never try to keep up with Fangs and Freddy”

“I remember the one time I smoked weed with her, and lemme tell ya I was high for two days!” Tiffany added “Ya gotta know your limits with that one, she’ll kill ya.”

“Did-did you just call me Jingle Bells?” Robert squinted and shook his head a bit to clear it “Nevermind the Sam-Whatever god have you seen him?” he was finding it hard to form words and began to curse the foul drink affecting his brain.

“Hey now, we said we were only stayin out of your way we aint helpin!” Tiff snapped.

“You tell em babe! Aint no way I’m going to help with making these beauties disappear.” Chucky gestured at his wifes boobs.

“Chucky stop!” she shoved him. Robert shifted more towards the edge of the couch. He decided to get up when the doll and his wife started getting “handsy” not wanting to be around for that any longer than he had to. The former clown downed the rest of the drink his mate had insisted he try and swayed his way through the crowd. People brushed up against him on the dance floor, a few he was pretty sure did on purpose. One girl in a particularly skimpy outfit walked up to talk to him and he just stood there blank faced eye drifting to the side as babble came out of her mouth. She made a few attempts to pull him in to dance with her but the former clown would not budge. She was pretty but she wasn't his Leechie. He should find her. Robert pushed her face away from him causing her to squawk after him in anger. He continued through the crowd till he got to the front of the group that had gathered around Leech and Freddy. She had a blow torch in her hand that she was using to super heat a needle raised high in the air for all to see.

“FANGS WAIT I CHANGE MY MIND PUT THE FIRE AWAY” freddy shouted his costume zipped open and a bottle of vodka in one of his hands.

“Gotta make sure its hot Fred!” she shouted over the torch. Jason and Leatherface cheered her on as she lit the fire again.

“FANGS! I’M SERIOUS YOU DIDNT TELL ME THERE’D BE A TORCH INVOLVED!!”

“The people came to see something get pierced Krueger, and I’m out of nipples!” she said and took off her top hat “Hold still this is gonna hurt a little!” she flashed him a derranged grin and stepped on his chest to hold him down. Leech was about to strike when something orange caught her eye in the crowd. Samhain was finally here watching her from a clearing in the crowd. The small creature cocked his large sack covered head to the side in curiosity and brought a pumpkin lollipop up to his mouth under its mask. She froze staring back at him giving Freddy enough time to wiggle free from under her boot and escape.

“FUCK THIS I’M OUT” the former Dream Demon leapt off the table. The crowd groaned and dissipated. Robert took his cue to rush in and embrace her giggling to himself as he spun his mate around pulling her tightly into his arms. “Peachy!” he slurred out. “My pretty pretty mate!” he sang kissing the top of her head. He reeked of booze.

“Bob! Wait I-“

“I went to find you! And strange women kept trying to dance with me!”

“Robert I saw- hold up what?”

“But you’re here now! Your Penny’s got you all to himself!” he giggled and rubbed his nose on her. Leech narrowed her eyes and glared a bit in jealousy.

“Run that last part by me again.”

“Annoying things, dancing around trying to touch. They don’t know you’re mine! Aaaallllll mine, mine, mine, mine!” he began to babble himself not letting his precious mate go as he swayed around till he had pushed her into a wall away from the crowds. He couldn't even remember why he was at this event anymore he just knew she was warm and smelled like rum and lavender. Robert peppered her with drool filled sloppy kisses muttering “mine” to himself over and over in between each peck. Leech laughed and pushed him back she could see his dilated pupils in his sunken baggy eyes and the warm flush on his cheeks.

“Wow, you were right I am a bad influence on you.” she sighed reaching up to his face when she realized she had gotten the former eldritch abomination completely drunk. Leech knew she’d be in so much trouble once he sobered up but this was at least entertaining. she’d find Freddy about the halloween god shortly. Uncle Bob and Dracula would be here with the candy sack any minute now anyway and soon they’d all be back to normal and hopefully her clown wouldn’t notice a thing. She could enjoy just one more moment of the party. As soon as her fingers touched his cheeks Robert leaned down and locked his lips with her’s letting out a soft groan into her mouth. She didn't think it was possible for him to get more slobbery and sloppy with his kisses but here he was smearing her shimmery dark lipstick all over his own lips and grabbing at her ringmaster costume with greed. He moved to her jaw sucking and nipping at her skin determined to leave some fresh marks on her. Leech gasped when his teeth pinched her skin and ran her fingers through his hair she managed to find her voice and mumbled “Hey, we’re gonna have to stop and go somewhere else soon, everyone is watching.” Robert grabbed some skin from her neck in his teeth and came off her with a wet pop “That’s the point.” he growled and went back to leaving hickies on her flesh. One of Leech’s eyes lazily opened “Pen-“ before she could finish trying to convince him to relocate she had to cut herself off when her vision finally focused. Her body went stiff when she saw who was in the crowd and it wasn't the halloween god Samhain. It was someone that should be long dead, and he was staring directly at her.

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Uh oh WHO COULD IT BEEEEEE! Lol get ready for an extremely violent bar fight kids, shits about to get messy.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise fanfiction #it fanfiction #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slashers #freddy krueger #chucky #tiffany valentine #pinhead #Robert Gray #robert gray x oc #monster roommate au

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