#but a lot of the bigger ones I’ve seen either don’t come in black or are satchels

[positivelyghastly]

I was too tired to dig this out last night but in lieu of my actual ita bag (which is back at my parents’ place) behold my ita pencil case! :) :) I need to rescue my old ita bag so I can harvest the pins because I had some proper silly ones back from when I was a little 14 year old and my school blazer was covered in them lol

TikTok has Ita Bag discourse and I’m just sitting here, with my “mothman ate my ass in a Wendy’s parking lot” button eating popcorn

[possibilistfanfiction]

omg hallmark au?!? how abt christmas tree?

[uh. there's a tree at the end lol]

//

beatrice kisses you. it’s snowing outside and smells like pine and cinammon and her cologne and you’ve kissed her before, in an alley in the dark, but the light from the fireplace here is gentle and bathes her in warmth and she kisses you. it’s a revelation, you think, to be kissed like this, with your eyes closed and a tender hand combing through your hair and the whole world tucked away somewhere else, off this mountainside and hundreds of miles over valleys and rivers and roads away from you here, and now.

beatrice kisses you and you tug on the bottom of her fleece and pull it over her head, the t-shirt underneath coming with it, and a million thoughts run through your head — she’s ripped, first of all, a delight you will revisit soon; the scars that stretch across her flat chest aren’t overwhelmingly surprising, not old but not new either, gorgeous and healed and healing, so much of her unspoken that she wants you to understand; she has a few freckles on her strong shoulders — but she’s looking at you like this is a lot more than a fling while you’re running away from your real life.

you think it clearly, then: this is your real life, too. this is real. beatrice is real.

you trace one of her scars, just for a moment, and then let your fingers trail lightly down her stomach.

‘you’re so beautiful,’ you say and hope it’s right, hope it’s enough.

beatrice, stoic and kind and faithful, takes it in, her eyes meeting yours, gold in the light, and then she smiles softly. ‘you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.’

you feel the weight of her jaw in the palm of your hand when you bring it to her face; the lightness of it, sharp and soft. i love you runs through your head, unbidden, i’m in love with you, but it’s too much and too soon and you’ll leave anyway, and this isn’t home but it isn’t something else entirely either.

‘please,’ is all you can say, but she seems to understand because she kisses you deeply, like there’s something there she’s searching to tell you. you sink into it, let it wash over you with its warmth.

////

the sheets are still warm when you wake, even though the bed is empty. you don’t mind; the world is heavy sometimes, and you understand.

you take your time to stretch, to wiggle your toes, to flex your hands. it doesn’t escape you, even still, the miracle of touch and movement, the life you have that seems, despite the days that feel intolerable, bigger than you could’ve dreamed.

you put on one of her hoodies — soft and warm and smelling of laundry detergent and a little like her cologne, musk and clove and fresh pine, like this place, an unnamable magic — and pad out to the living room. she’s on the couch looking out over the mountains, snow covered, from her huge a-frame windows, theo asleep at her feet. beatrice seems larger than life sometimes, her seriousness and kindness and strength, her bright, quiet laugh — another magic entirely.

she smiles, small and shy, when you curl up next to her and take her coffee with a wink.

‘this is… disgusting,’ you say, surprised to taste at least three spoonfuls of sugar, and you wait a beat before you both laugh. ‘i would’ve thought you had black coffee, very solemn.’

‘i’m still not quite used to the taste, admittedly, but i thought you might like some instead of tea.’

it’s thoughtful in a way that makes you want to cry, but instead you clear your throat and lean into her side.

you stay like that for a while, her strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and theo snoring softly every now and then. it’s a bluebird day outside, bright and clear and beautiful.

‘even though you’re leaving,’ she says after a while, ‘i’m thankful i’ve known you.’

it aches in your chest, this desire to never move from this spot, to stop running once and for all, to rest in this warm house with its glass wall and the mountains — flowers in the spring, orange leaves in the fall — a home.

she continues, ‘i would’ve longed for you forever, i think, if we hadn’t met.’

and — what do you even say to that? when you imagined this little adventure, you had thought you’d spend quiet days in a silly little town, drink some hot chocolate, instagram the view of the mountains from your window; maybe — maybe — going home with the town hottie and leaving before they woke. you take a deep breath and look at the soft planes of beatrice’s face and then the big, full christmas tree in the corner of the room that camila told you she cut down herself, its carefully strung lights and a few unexpectedly silly ornaments. you can imagine all of it, her care and quiet humor; you had ached, for so long, to be treated with kindness, to be seen and found whole.

you hadn’t expected her — how could you?

‘well,’ you say, your voice rough in your throat, but she gives you the same grace as always, allowing you to clear it without comment, ‘i haven’t left yet.’

she braves a smile. ‘that’s true.’

‘take me back to bed?’

she stands, unfolds herself elegantly and offers her hand. you think you could hold it forever, but your plane leaves this evening and your life looms. still, you kiss her and, after she comes, trace words you can’t say into the soft skin on her back; you think about saying them aloud, but you don’t.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

Am I the only one who just didn’t like that whole “Defend your Council” promo?

I feel like when GoT was airing, the actors were truly invested in their characters’ stories and feelings.

With HotD, however, the actors are treating it like one big joke. I mean, yeah, it’s a fictional, fantasy show. We get it. But in this promo, they were basically given a chance to actually state valid arguments on why they’re in the right, and they all blew it.

And I’ve seen a lot of complaints on how “HBO made this promo in the Blacks’ favor��, but it’s really not true.

There’s a simple explanation as to why the actors from Team Black had more to say: it’s easy to be Team Black, because in this story, the Blacks have more arguments which favor their cause. GRRM made it so. He admitted it. He wrote the story in the Blacks’ favor, because to him, as the author of the entire Asoiaf world, Rhaenyra is the true Queen and the Blacks are in the right.

The actors from TG probably tried to avoid saying anything good about the Greens either because they don’t want backlash or maybe, just maybe, because they also know that the Blacks are in the right. The only valid argument the Greens have is that traditionally, sons came before daughters. But that’s pretty much it (And they didn’t even use it).

Now, going back to the promo, I feel like the TB actors had so many things/arguments they could have used to express that the Blacks are in the right (because I repeat, it’s super easy to be TB), but they just stuck to superficial/childish things like: “we’re the best”, “we get along”, “I’ll put his head on a spike”, “we’re thoroughbreds” (I like you, Matt, but wtf?) etc.

With the actors of TG, the joke gets even bigger. Olivia Cooke’s “we have bigger dragons” takes the cake. Does she even bother to understand the story at all? The Greens have one bigger dragon (Vhagar). Dreamfyre is average, and Sunfyre and Tessarion are both smaller than Syrax.

So, bottom line, I know that they are there for their paychecks, but come on, you can try putting in a little effort.

[filmmarvel]

I’ve seen a lot of people talking about The Bear Season 2 and I just want to add something- the CAMEOS. Cameos are a bit of a slippery slope- sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t. I think cameos are pretty overdone, and nowadays the term ‘cameo’ can really refer to anything from ‘they showed up for two seconds in the background and you have to pause it and zoom in to notice them’ to ‘a decent amount of screen time and an actual role in the story.’ In other words, I’m just talking about celebrity guest stars (and don’t want to have to type that out every time).

But for me, what it all comes down to (ie the correct/incorrect way to do a cameo) is whether or not it’s all about the celebrity. When cameos are more about watching a famous person than the actual character they play or the story they’re in, it’s distracting. It takes away from the material. A recent example of this? The Mandalorian. When Jack Black and Lizzo showed up, it was all about watching Jack Black and Lizzo. No hate to either of them, I’m a huge Jack Black fan, but it was distracting. It wasn’t necessary for the story, nor was it interesting, or impactful, or brief enough to be fun without taking too much away from the episode.

But this season of The Bear was a PERFECT example of how to do celebrity guest stars right. It was ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. It’s always fun to see famous people pop up, but once you get over the initial burst of excitement, that’s when it can get dicey. But in this season, there was never an instance where I felt like I was simply watching a celebrity for the sake of watching a celebrity. Each role (from bigger ones like Jamie Lee Curtis as Donna, to single scene roles like Olivia Coleman’s brief appearance) had a part to play. Each character was interesting, well thought out, well fleshed out, and just to state the obvious, incredibly well acted. Every actor was given the chance to perform really wonderfully written material- something that benefits the story, impacts the other characters, and leaves a mark on the viewer beyond simply enjoying getting to see them. I’m still in awe of Episode 6. Every actor simply nailed it. Even John Mulaney, who’s character wasn’t 100% necessary to the story, and who didn’t have any intense acting to do. It still went without a hitch- his acting was believable, his character fit in perfectly, and he left a mark.

Anyways all that’s to say is that I have so much respect for the writers, actors, and everyone who was involved in the casting process. If they wanted to, they could’ve gone the cheap route and simply tossed a bunch of celebrities in there for no reason, but instead they created something meaningful! This is such a fantastic show and I can’t wait for Season 3.

[safety-writes-noms]

AU Ask!

Have you seen any of the Drider!Miguel fanart? I love that concept as an AU for him since it's basically just a reimagining of him being 50% spider in a much more visually striking way.

Any thoughts on Drider versions of Miguel and/or other Spiderpeople? What spiders would you imagine for the spider-half of their bodies? (If you don't like spiders, feel free to ignore this part - or this whole ask - LOL!)

Hi moot!! :D I haven’t seen any of the fan art actually :( very sad but I’ve done some research and wow, I love the idea of Miguel being a drider.

I’d like to think that his lower body would be some sort of mix between a wolf spider or tarantula? Maybe? And it also being a striking dark-ish blue with red markings patterned on his legs and abdomen. Or a black widow, but only the females have that red hourglass marking so idk.

I was originally going to go with wolf spider for the bottom half but then I saw that they don’t make webs since they hunt and I kinda liked the thought of Miguel lounging around on a giant web doing his usual monitoring of his society so I just thought it would be fine to make him a mix n match of a bunch of different spiders since it kinda fits with his origin in the comics.

(I’m deathly afraid of all and any spiders so :D tried my best to avoid looking too much at them on google.) since he’s physically half spider now he’s going to be a whole lot bigger. Obviously. He’s already huge without the spider half but with? That man is massive and completely more in tune with his spider side. He kinda has to be since he’s spider from the lower half down.

for something so huge he’s disturbingly quiet. Eight legs proves for insane mobility and stealth. He’s more balanced than a four wheeler on concrete and probably stronger than one too. The horror element is strong in this one.

I feel like he might be a bit more instinct driven when it comes to people he cares deeply about. They’re like a constant stream of secondary thoughts underlying his usual human rationale. A quiet blip of hey, some of the kids are injured, you need to bundle them up and store them away or Peter is trusting mayday to us, keep her safe always, she’s going to fall, why did he give her webshooters, hold her close etc. it’s basically a very mixed muddle of semi organized human and spider instincts/thoughts threading together to form coherent words in his head. Sometimes one side is more in control than the other. It just depends.

since Miguel really doesn’t like being Spider-Man in the comics and also probably the movie, he probably hates being half spider too. He hates being inhuman, feeling like some sort of monstrous being who’s made for nothing but the lowest form of sentience and bloodshed. His fangs don’t retract like they do in the movie, his claws are longer and sharper, but he still tries his absolute best to seem human to people. Poor guy can’t catch a break.

he gets kinda clingy in certain times of the month when his spider instincts start going rampant with the need of being close as possible to whoever he’s currently fixated on. Or multiple people. And the fixatipn never goes away, it just gets a little more easy to ignore during other times. Any of the spider kids or his closest second hands (Peter, Jess, etc) are all up for grabs in his mind. It’s even worse if he knows one of them are hurt or emotionally troubled. To his spidery side, he’s the main protector, he’s the one who’s meant to make sure everyone’s still alive, still in one piece. After all, his precious spiders are… not as spidery as him. They don’t have the necessary amount of limbs, they’re much smaller than him, they don’t even have claws like him! who’s going to protect them if he’s not there?

When he’s in that kind of mindset he’s not really too bothered by the idea of nomming them either. After all, he’s just making sure they’re safe and warm, tucked away in his belly securely. And what other place is safest in the world than with him? Besides, some parts of his human side agree too. They’ve already had one precious spider slip out of their grasp, disintegrating into thin air so… y’know, can’t have that happen again. He’s calmer when he knows where they are constantly. He’s like a helicopter parent. Except ten times bigger and grumpier. But yeah. Any spider that manages to worm their way into his heart will inevitably land under the umbrella that is the mess of his protective instincts. I’m so sorry for not doing the second part of ur ask 😭 I hate spiders a bunch and I don’t really want to research more of them so I can find which ones would match each spider person. Maybe a black widow for miles since they’re usually red and black?

[zhongster]

omg omg i’d love to hear anything you have to say about hotch from criminal minds!! headcanons or anything i don’t mind i just wanna hear your thoughts

i’ve never seen anyone write for CM before i just got so excited!!

tysm <33

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DNI IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Ugh anon I adore that man to the ends of the earth i would be HAPPY to talk about him. Also i wrote these while watching the infamous “Lauren” episode which was an absolutely insane set of vibes to pair together

This man is a lot like nanami in behavior, I think

He’s extremely stoic and put together in addition to being a very polite gentleman

He would do everything in his power to avoid burping in front of anyone else, ESPECIALLY his team

He’s supposed to be the leader so obviously he can’t be seen doing something so unprofessional

That being said considering the amount of black coffee this man chugs (and the amount of time he spends with the team) he’s gonna have some issues

His stomach is pretty much always sour and upset

When he has an empty stomach (which is a lot of the time) he’s always muffling these silent gross-tasting coffee burps

They don’t make much if any noise at all but he works with profilers so they’re gonna be able to tell; they can specifically see his throat move when one comes up

A lot of the time he brings a fist to his mouth when these come up anyway, plus he still excuses himself

These ones interrupt his sentences all the time

He’ll be like “and the profile states that *raises fist to his mouth for a sec*… sorry, excuse me… the profile states that the unsub”

Sometimes though this’ll happen and it’ll be a bigger one than he’s expecting, one that actually IS audible or is longer than he’s ready for, and that’s when he genuinely starts to get embarrassed

It’s not super obvious that he’s embarrassed but the tips of his ears turn pink and he starts avoiding eye contact

I feel like whenever this happens, without fail, Penelope will go “good one sir”

He hates it but he won’t chide her for it

His burps tend to get really belchy and earthquakey when he overeats which definitely doesn’t happen often but he has been known to zone out and eat more than he meant to + he’s not a small man so i feel like they rumble pretty deeply in his chest

Whenever that happens his first instinct is to hide from the rest of the team however that isn’t always possible

He spends a lotta time in his office burping inside his closed mouth hiding from the team

I feel like the few times they’ve been around him when this happened they were genuinely floored

Not only is Hotch capable of burping but he’s capable of full on belching!

I think he tends to burp quite a bit right after eating in general but they’re a lot more tame when he doesn’t overeat

Penelope definitely carries tums specifically for him but he hasn’t yet realized that that’s why she always seems to have them

He never asks for them either sometimes he’ll press a few gross burps into his fist in a row and she just taps him on the shoulder and hands them to him

Despite his behavior at work I think he’s a lot more relaxed about it when he’s at home with Jack

He doesn’t really bother muffling them aside from bringing a fist to his open mouth

Of course he still excuses himself though, he has to set a good example for Jack

Speaking of Jack he’s 100% the kinda kid to rat Hotch out to the team like “daddy burped so loud in the car on the way here it sounded like a monster”

And Hotch is like “Jack 😐 Jack why 😐”

I think the only member of the team that has heard him fully let one out without holding back at all is, of course, Rossi

And it’s definitely because he was drunk

There’s a reason we don’t see him drink very often and it’s because beer riles his stomach up

also babes is def lactose intolerant and babes also def ignores said lactose intolerance and eats whatever anyway

his stomach is genuinely always some flavor of upset poor guy 💀

Here’s a video example of what I think his super big earthquakey ones sound like

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

AMY ROSE (SONIC THE HEDGEHOG)

1.) Amy’s characterisation has experienced several generations of misogyny, right from her genesis: She was designed as a girlfriend, but it eas then decided they didn’t want Sonic to have a girlfriend. First instance she’s a damsel in distress that he resents for being there and crushing on him, and this is echoed in the comics. She is then presented as pathetic, chasing and stalkerish, as well as sidelined in the games in favour of other characters despite being very strong. Her stories are often those with the most emotional weight, but the reading is coloured by other characters underestimating her importance there. She then enters a pushy and blind era where she becomes a mockery of her past self. A universe reset rebranded her as a feminist, but that often comes off as a bit pickme, and they frequently failed to hold her femininity and also combat capabilities in hand at once. She is finally getting a bit more stable characterisation and treated a bit better, but I still don’t trust the writers with her. Ultimately, it often felt like the creators didn’t like her, and only had her there because they were made to; and that sucked as a little girl sonic fan.

2.) She started out as the token Girl One in a 90’s property, and her first appearance was as a damsel in distress, which isn’t great to begin with, and she wasn’t playable for a long-ass time outside of spinoffs. The Sonic Adventure games redesigned her, made her playable, let her fight back against her would-be kidnappers, and gave her a major role in saving the world by letting Shadow talk to someone not game with destroying it. Then from Sonic Heroes to Sonic and the Black Knight, and the anime Sonic X, her character was reduced to ‘hehe funny obsessed fangirl is obsessed’ a lot of the time, losing her compassion and a good deal of her social awareness. In Sonic 06, she literally said that she’d sacrifice the rest of the world for Sonic, which, my girl would NEVER in SA2. The Archie comics weren’t kind to her either, as their explanation for the redesign was that Amy wished to become older, so they aged up her body, BUT NOT HER MIND EW EW EW. I’m sure there are other crimes the Archie comics did to her, but that’s not my knowledge base. THEN the writers tried to backpedal in the early 2010’s, but by attempting to undo all the 'crazy’, they took out Amy’s drive and convictions (Sonic Lost World just letting Amy sit and watch Sonic do all the work my beloathed). The Sonic Boom spinoff series tried to pivot and make their version of her a girlboss, but Rise of Lyric was SO BAD. Sonic Boom: Fire and Ice made an alternate version of her a damsel in distress, again, which while technically true to Amy’s roots, does not fit her Boom characterization AT ALL. The Sonic Boom cartoon was a screwball comedy, and they at least lampshaded a lot of Amy’s previous writing problems, but they didn’t give her much to do either, mainly making her 'the sensible one’ whenever Sonic wasn’t available for deadpan responses. They’ve been doing a bit better lately, with Amy usually involved in world-saving matters, and she was prominently featured in Sonic Frontiers, even if she was trapped in Cyberspace. The IDW comics are also treating her wonderfully, from what I’ve seen.

3.) when she was created as a character, she was made solely to be sonic’s love interest. in sonic adventure, they tried to rewrite her and flesh out her character more by making her realize she’s more than her crush on sonic and she finally realizes she’s strong enough to do things without him. sonic team IMMEDIATELY undid that in sonic heroes which came out soon after. they made her entire character in that game obsessed with sonic and based her entire story around him. she was obsessed with him unhealthily in that game because god forbid team sonic let’s a strong female character exist. many of the sonic games took away her quality of being strong without sonic by writing her to only be obsessed with him and not do anything without him. in many modern games, she’s improved more, but misogyny has really screwed her over as a character.

ABBIE MILLS (SLEEPY HOLLOW) (CW: Racism)

1.) Abbie starts out as one of the two protagonists of the show, only to get almost entirely sidelined as early as season 2, getting less and less screen time and allowed no relationships, either platonic or romantic, while the other lead Ichabod Crane has a seemingly infinite amount of them. It got bad enough that her actor wanted to leave the show, which they did by having her sacrifice her soul in the season 3 finale for the male lead to live, and then they ended the show after season 4 anyway, because guess what, it’s a bad idea to entirely sideline and eventually kill off one of your leads!

2.) She was killed by the narrative to advance her white male co-protagonist’s plotline and I’m still mad about it, Abbie deserved so much better. This is an example of racism in the narrative too and it extended to the production of the show, see news coverage:

3.) Look, I only watched the first season but they killed her off the show SHE was a co lead of!! Misogyny AND racism, all rolled into one. I remember seeing the fan reactions and I was so mad on their behalfs. They wrote her off her own show and from what I recall, gave her less and less screentime leading up to that. Truly, she deserved so much better and I will always be upset by this.

[toomanysurveys9]

[chasingghosts @ bzoink]

What can you smell right now?   Lilli’s rat cage because it’s in the living room and needs cleaned. Again.

What was the last thing you bought online?   Decorations for Erin’s baby shower because she was freaking out and talking about canceling it.

If you drink coffee, when was the last time you went a day without having one?   I do drink coffee. But most days I go without it.

Do you have any appointments coming up?   Not currently.

Do you put appointments in your phone’s calendar app to remember them?   I try. But I’m better at writing them down in my agenda.

Will you be visiting anyone’s house in the next week or so?   We will be going to Nick’s dad’s house for my sister’s baby shower.

Have you ever been to a petting zoo? What animals did you pet?   Yeah. I always pet goats and bunnies.

What was the last movie you saw in theatres?   The newest Guardians of the Galaxy movie.

Do you know anyone who has done a PhD?   I mean, my doctor obviously. One of the BCBAs that worked at my job was super close to getting their PhD but they left at the beginning of the month.

How many unread emails are in your inbox right now?   In the main mailbox part, probably at least 100.

What four apps do you keep on the home bar on your iPhone? (Sorry, I’m not sure if Android has an equivalent!) I don’t have an iPhone. But I have contacts, messages, camera, and google I think.

Have you ever used Tumblr? Do you still use it today?   Obviously I do, although not nearly as much as I would like to these days. BUT I’m almost done done with school and hopefully that will free some time.

Are you tired right now?   I am absolutely exhausted.

What’s your favourite day of the week and why?   Fridays. It’s the start of the weekend and that’s usually when Jake is able to do things with me, like go to dinner.

How far away is the nearest major city?   Not that far.

Do you own an electric kettle?   Nope.

Are your eyebrows wispy or bushy?   Bushy.

Have you ever lost your wallet or purse? Did you have to replace a bunch of things?   I lose my wallet ALL THE TIME. It’s probably one of Jacob’s pet peeves about me.

Where are you right now? Describe the room or place to me.   In the living room. It has a bookshelf full of DVDs and VCR tapes. A multi-level rat cage. A couple toy boxes overflowing with toys for Nora, as well as some bigger toys that don’t fit in the toy box. A couple black shelves that are full of all sorts of random shit, mostly Jacob��s, although it also has some piles of miscellaneous books on it too. There are two couches that are a dark-ish gray, and a black recliner.

Do you prefer big dogs or small dogs?   Big dogs are my favorite, but I don’t mind little dogs either.

Are you good at understanding heavy accents? Which accents would you say you’re the best at understanding?   It just depends on the accent I guess.

Have you ever played on a real life pinball machine, or just on the computer?   I’ve played a real one at an arcade.

Do you have a lot of word documents or notes on your computer?   I have a ton of word documents because I use my computer for school, which involves writing a lot of papers.

What’s your favourite Ben & Jerry’s flavour?   I don’t know. I don’t really eat Ben & Jerry’s too often.

Have you ever been to a school reunion? How was it?   I have not been to one. We were supposed to have one not too long ago because we didn’t get to do one last year but it never happened.

How many nights a week do you generally cook at home?   I cook two nights a week. My mom cooks two nights a week. And Brian cooks two nights a week. Then we have one night for leftovers or whatever you want.

What colour are the street signs in your neighbourhood? Are they the same all over town or do they vary?   Green. They are all mostly green although I guess I’ve seen a few blue too I think.

Do you have good grammar and punctuation skills?   For the most part. Then there are times when I obviously do not care.

Have you ever tried vegan chicken? Did you like it? I have not had it, nor do I want to.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Fundertainment Land Arc FINAL

GM: A deep and dark hole, darker and deeper than any hole seen before, and at the bottom lays the ultimate horror; a stillborn dead godling, a true lord of the dead. One that has never been alive. Jonni: “Yeah, yeah, we’ve all seen Pat Sajak.” And suddenly, Gusto, Marshal's griffin mount, is there, gnawing on his head. Again. "Nope, nope. There has to be another way down there. I can't see the bottom, if there is a bottom.” “Maybe it’s a leap of faith? Eddie, you jump first.” You suddenly hear deep and ominous laughter from the hole. “Yeah, no.” GM OOC: Rule number 1 of evil baby hole. Do not mock evil baby hole. OOC: Unless say, you wanted evil baby to come out of its hole. Gorbash: “Okay flight options: Poom and I have our brooms, Marshal has a griffon gnawing on his head, Jonni has rocket feet.” Nyx: "You nasty thing, if that was a friendly warning it was disgusting. You really are just a big baby.” Nyarlathotep: "Probably of the ‘man’ variety.” Jonni: “Please. Do you how many ominous red lights in dark holes I’ve seen?” Poom: "Why are there red lights in said holes? Wait, I don't want to know.” Poom gets on her broom. Azathoth: "And your little dog, too.” GM OOC: So you guys are heading down the murder hole. “Go with your nerd heart.” “Just remember, what happens in the vessel, stays in the vessel.” There's a lot of bones, and heads on pikes, mostly elves and Tabaxi. Poom: "Homey decor.” GM: No sign of Danzi. "Danzi either ran, or got absorbed by the dead godling.” “Or the death tyrant.” GM: Or maybe he was never here at all. OOC: No, he was here. I mind-crushed him. "Gorbash. You are NOT eating the Atropal.” "This isn't your average everyday cold...This is...Advanced cold.” A giant rotted corpse of a baby, bigger than any of you, its milky dead eyes starring right through you. Jonni: “Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen Danny DeVito.” "I am the Atropal. But you may call me SUPER KAMI ATROPAL.” The hooded figures pull back their hoods, revealing horrible faces twisted in horror with black empty eyes. Poom: "It's like kindergarten all over again.” Holy flame lights up the chamber as Marshal's slab-sword ignites. It gets even brighter as Gorbash ignites his Sunblade. And just slightly brighter as Poom puts on mirrored shades. “Beacon of Hope!” Marshal shouts, as each of his allies feels the warmth of a blue corgi trying to give them kisses. OOC: Can't smite the shit out of them if I don't get closer. OOC: I think Stav made them so dead they are alive again. "If you want someone murdered right, DO IT YOURSELF!” GM: *rips off shirt* Come on. I CAN TAKE IT. I CAN TAKE IT. Kentucky fried Atropal. Sadly not even in the bottom 5 of Marshals worst dishes. Gorbash: “I needed practice for the next god-bomination on my shit list. You were an okay warm-up.” Suddenly the room is full of spectral figures; Park patrons, workers, elvish and Tabaxi nobles. Jonni: “Ladies.” "You all are fired. Go in what peace you can find in the Domains of Dread.” "Why do so many bosses rig their places to collapse after they are defeated?” "Scab labor.” "Hey Jonni, when’s the last time we did it on top of a pile of our vanquished enemies?” “What day is it? Friday? So last week I think.” “Damn, that long?” Jonni vaporizes a guard beating an ice cream mascot. Edmund: "This is insane!” Poom: "Do you mean more than usual?” "...." Edmund gestures with one hand, like weighing a scale. Gunder: ”THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Jonni: “I need you to be more specific.” Poom: “Why?" And they proceed to choke each other before the YetiTarrasque steps on them. Poom: "They tied.” Jonni: “Guys, we’ll catch up. Vesh ‘n me are gonna do it on that burning carousel to warm up for later.” Poom pees on something. Marshal: "My Lord HADES! the great evil upon the Domains is banished. but many need a new home worth living. In thy great name, I would lead this exodus." Jonni leans over to Gorbash, “He knows where his boss works, right?” Gorbash: “He's on a roll, let him have this.” Gorbash: “So Marshal, you just razed the birthplace of your nightmares to the ground... How do you feel?” "I'm pretty sure eating there gave me a parasite, and I'm a genie. My stomach is a literal furnace.” “It’s true. She got acid reflux once. Thirteen people died.” As you watch, a huge metal tripod suddenly emerges from the forest, moving slowly towards you, it emits a deafening noise. Azathoth: "B-movie territory, woohoo!” It looms over, and fires a blast of concentrated heat at Vesh, which....does nothing. Vesh: ”HA! You think thats gonna hurt me? I bathe in hotter shit than that. You're gonna have to do a lot better....” Then it tries stepping on her. Vesh: ”OH CRAP ITS DOING BETTER.” Jonni: “No one steps on my wife but me! And maybe Crushinator, if she’s into it!” Poom, broom, vroom. OOC: Exchange at work: Co-worker: Are you a licensed professional? Me: No, but I am an enthusiastic amateur! OOC: Ever sell any haunted houses? OOC2: That’s Realtors. OOC: Ah.....Ever appraise any haunted houses? OOC2: None that anyone told me they thought were, but I know someone that did. Fun fact, you can be sued if you sell a house you believe to be haunted and you don’t disclose it. OOC: You can’t kill Real Estate. Realtor: “So how was the home?” Family: “Oh it was fine except for the HORRIBLE MONSTER HAG NEXT DOOR.” Realtor: “Oh right, her. But aside from that it’s fine right?” Guy: “Alright real talk, my boss caught me writing inappropriate comments about him in the bathroom stall so now I get all the creepy nightmare houses. Believe me when I say that this is the least terrible place I could have showed you. Be grateful I didn't show you the pig house. I lost three people giving a tour of that house.” OOC: I'm here. What'd I miss? GM OOC: The evil hole cabbage burped on you.

[the-firebird69]

#dccomics #bane #cosplay at #motorcity #comiccon spring 2023 #comicbook ...

We went ahead and we started to post these things and people are starting to get interested in their trying to stop people from doing it but this guy has a tank on his back and you can easily mount and closer to your body and you could put a cushion between like a foam the black foam but a real keg and they come about two and a half feet high by about 8 inches or 9 inches wide they're very heavy at first but the keg would go pretty quick and you could probably do a couple this guy my husband could do like 10 because he's gonna be actually big and he'd have to be eating and stuff but this guy thought it was a great idea and I'm trying to see if he is around he says no it might be Stan and he's saying maybe because the breastplate looks exactly like the plastic one.

Hera

My guys love it they want me to do it they want you to do it and they know that I can become big and they want me to do a party and they want me to go around and deliver the drinks and have a crew of Sherry and they love it they think it's awesome it is awesome it's a lot of fun and we'd like to do it at Disney World but it's probably not the time for that and what I say is it probably is we haven't had any relaxation and we're running that area and it would work and it would be an attractor and we get information this is a great idea for him to do though with me doing it I am in the limelight I'm in movies and people know who I am with him doing it he's like this massive magnet and I would be too but he would attract people from all over the world and it's really laziness what we're doing all the time. Then he would come in appear for only a couple hours and he would have girls there too we probably have them do it and Sherry wants to and yeah he's the **** man and you have to have a really really perfect one I've never seen somebody dateless and so finicky he says he's married and Sherry is an auntie so we're getting into it again but that's what it is and he would be big at 6 foot 225 inch arms he would look like the real thing and he says they might be a little bit bigger because he has a baby fat issue and Bain kind of looks like that but not fat see it's like the juggernaut from Deadpool but very huge is what we hear and I've seen Dave and he's bigger than I am and I'm pretty big and these guys talked about it. But he's not very arrogant and when he's bigger he won't be either he says and I say it too I said it first he knows that the size could be a problem. And you see it all the time in movies big things get ganged up on. So we are working on trying to get things like this trying to get things like this going for him and us this will help. Looks cool and dangerous and we'll scan it and prep it and a real beer keg is a great idea it takes the effort out and actually when you use big strange they go into the canister too and I'm kind of glad this guy did that and that was me.

stan It is my chest plate from Mad Max Fury Road and I don't know why it's in this it's a little odd and I put it on and I think it's a radiation sickness I'm sitting next door next door yeah I was like and he's saying that because that last sentence is encouraged to knock his phone off and yeah we can't stand you johnard you're going to you're going to prison again and period this is a good idea. See there's other things to do but this is fun and I had fun at that Comic Con. And she showed up and gave me ****. Said what are you doing here alone dressed up with all that stuff. So she wants to say something

stan

llympus

[jodilin65]

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 29, 1992 I am watching A Current Affair and next is Hard Copy. Then at 8:00, I’ll record Unsolved Mysteries while I watch a movie called They Live. I’ll be pissed if Unsolved Mysteries is a repeat, but I know it will be. I swear they only make 10-15 shows of each series these days, then keep repeating them. So far, America’s Most Wanted, Top Cops, Cops and Rescue 911 have been good. They’ve occasionally aired stories I’ve seen on Unsolved Mysteries. I miss Reasonable Doubts and it’s a bummer they canceled it. If I could bring back 3 shows besides that, they’d be Twin Peaks with Sheryl Lee as a blond and not with that tacky black wig. Also, Charlie’s Angels and the Bionic Woman.

Monday evening while I was watching a movie, Ann Marie left a message on my machine. She said she got a second job at another grocery store doing the same thing she does at the other store. Meat wrapping. She said she’d like to come see me but is too busy. She’d call me Tuesday on her day off. Well, she never did. I have no idea what’s going on in her life but perhaps I should be careful and just wait. Like I said, if Ann Marie never returned after our first encounter all would be well. But I’d really like to hang onto her and get together once or twice a month. Or every other month. It’ll take another 5-10 years to find another feminine girl who’s attractive and as nice. Plus, she is a good person who thinks a lot like me and I’d never have reason to feel threatened by her. With her wanting anything serious, I mean. Not even if we were neighbors. She’s far from a Brenda S character.

Perhaps if I don’t see her by July or so, I’ll put out a personal ad.

I haven’t seen Jessie. She’s no doubt very busy with all that’s been going on. I really doubt she wants to ever see me here. To talk on the phone, yes, but I haven’t seen her in over a year. Seems to me if you really miss your friend and want to see them, you’ll do something about it. Current Location: Connecticut

SATURDAY, APRIL 25, 1992 Soon I’m going to bed, so I’ll quickly fill in on other stuff so I’m all caught up. Laurie did return my money as I knew she would. I got Fran’s new phone number. I’ve written several letters and looked at a 4-room apartment today. What is it with the bathrooms in this city? You can’t get both a tub and a shower. It’s either one or the other. It was in an old 3-story house. The living room and one of the bedroom’s huge so it compensates well. In the bathroom, there’s only a toilet and a shower stall which means I’d have to brush my teeth in the kitchen sink. This guy also owns a Laundromat and says he has a nicer and bigger place over the Laundromat but he can’t show it to me till May 11th. This one only has a tub. I’ll wait to see it as well as check out other places. The area was definitely quieter. Both places are $400 with no utilities included.

Later…

I came over to Tammy’s at 3:00 this afternoon. I did two loads of laundry. Tammy and Bill are now at a party. I showed Tammy this makeup kit I got through the mail under a bogus name. She did her hair and her makeup, and when Bill came in he gave me a kiss and took a shower.

Bill had a look in his eyes as if to say, “I love you. Let’s not fight,” which was cool.

Tammy made the girls and me fried chicken and French fries. After they left, the girls and I had a water gun fight and we cleaned their rooms. We had ice cream too, and now we’re watching TV.

FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 1992 Several things have happened since I last wrote and one of them wasn’t so funny. I’ll update all the little stuff first. Laurie’s definitely straight and hung up on her boyfriend.

Lyle moved and stood me up tonight and two nights ago about taking me to practice and a gig. Last Monday night, Lyle and his kids and I went to one other band member’s house. The bass player. I also met the drummer and the other guitarist. They were all nice and the rehearsal went well. I was ticked off about being stood up with Wednesday’s rehearsals. I gave up going to the Sheridan that night to end up doing nothing. That night at the Sheridan there was supposed to be the same modeling and search seminar that Kim and I were going to go to in Springfield till her car got rammed. It ain’t meant to be. Now I know that for sure. Plus, a business like that is a sure way to meet all kinds of rapists and perverts. Even more so than music.

Next time I speak to Rick, I’m gonna demand some facts. Will he transport me instead of Lyle? Is he serious? Does he really want me in his band? Did he speak to Mitch from the country & western band? In plain simple English, I wanna know what’s going on. Over and over he complimented me on my singing, guitar playing and even the keyboards. So what’s wrong? I’ve never stood them up or said or done anything I shouldn’t have. Why do they always back out? Is this my compensation for being hired twice in only 5 auditions total? When will I ever get someone who’s serious?

I just saw a show with people like me who have premonitions, visions and have made predictions. But if it’s so meant to be, as I’ve always felt, when is serious shit gonna start happening? I’m reluctant to mention this to Tammy and Bill cuz they’re only gonna twist shit around or pin the blame on me. They put words in my mouth while they insist they’re not calling me a liar. A major example is last Easter Sunday. On Easter, Bill’s sister and niece were over for a big dinner. That was the day I woke up at 10 AM with a bad attack after only 4 hours of sleep. The previous 4 or 5 days I’d only slept a few hours also. I was unable to sleep at night and was always being woken up by next door. And believe it or not, I was in the living room asleep with the earplug in. I knew I couldn’t control the attack and called 911.

Barbara came over and I rambled on about how hard the complications were to deal with at times. She told the EMTs we’re on two different schedules. Suddenly I became worried about how to get back home. I knew there were no buses and that Tammy was tied up. Tammy has had and is having her share of physical and mental anguish. I did not want her or anyone else to know my business and there was nothing she could do. Especially when Barbara came out and said she’d bring me home. I had no idea after they took me away and she locked up that she was gonna call Tammy, but she did.

After I was treated and released, there was a message that Tammy had called the hospital and for me to call her. Although she encourages me saying that if anyone could work things out it was me, she’s siding with Barbara, saying I let myself get stressed out and I should’ve stayed home. First of all, this situation is no one’s fault, although it has been quieter next door and easier to sleep. I also don’t “let” myself get all stressed out and in this situation, it’s pretty hard to avoid it. Lastly, you know when you can’t control an attack and need oxygen and an updraft. There’s no guessing and assuming you can control it at home. I’ve had enough experience with this to know. The EMTs said the same thing. That was really low of her about the stress, partly after her saying she herself had to go to the ER due to Ma’s shit when Ma was there last summer. Ma’s a bitch, but I’d rather one day with her than to live here and deal with this place on a daily basis. I never once came out and blamed her for bringing on her own stress and saying I don’t feel sorry for her, she asked for it, etc.

She asked me why I call Barbara up and cuss her out which is BS, and Barbara can tell her so like she told me she would.

That’s what pissed me off about Tammy. Now here’s what pissed me off about Bill.

Tammy and Barbara misunderstood each other about who’d be picking me up. Eventually, Bill did and Tammy was upset about that which wasn’t my fault. When Bill picked me up I asked him to stop at a gas station. The drugstores and everything else were closed. I told him I had to get a few things. He said cigarettes were what I wanted and I said yes, that was one of the things. I said loud and clear, cigarettes, candy and pads. He said they don’t sell pads there. I said they did cuz I’d seen them before in there. However, they were out of stock with them so I got some cigarettes and a candy bar. When I got in the van, he said, “Don’t fuck with me. I know you got cigarettes.”

I said, “Yes I did and I told you on the way here that I was getting them.” I also told him he’s not my daddy and I’m not a child and I had no reason to lie or feel intimidated by him or anyone else.

Tammy said Bill said I never left the counter. I didn’t need to as the place is so small. You can see everything from the counter. She said, “No one’s calling you a liar, but my husband wouldn’t lie.”

I said, “You guys are my sister and brother-in-law. Not my parents and your husband IS a liar.”

She hung up on me and called back the next day as if nothing ever happened.

SUNDAY, APRIL 12, 1992 Earlier, I spoke with Laurie. I even lent her $10 which is something I never do, but thanks to my sixth sense, I know she’s good for the money. In return, Laurie did me a big favor. She has a washing machine and she let me do two loads.

Last night I spoke to Lyle over at his place. I played him some edits. He still really wants to move as well as Laurie and I do and he hates some of the people here. They gossip, but that’s life no matter where you live.

I hung my clothes all over the place to dry, and Tammy said I can do any laundry at her place Wednesday. She needs to go to the fire department for a blood drive they’re having, so I’ll be babysitting while she’s gone.

We had a few days of fairly nice weather where it was around 60º. Now we’re having a chilly spell again. I really wish more than ever that it’d warm up. I can’t wait to see Andy and go to the beach.

Tomorrow I should be getting a call from a woman named Laurie about an apartment. She’s currently trying to evict the guy living there now due to him not paying rent.

Gee, all the Lauries I’ve been meeting lately!

I went to the state welfare people and I’ll be going back soon for a photo ID for food stamps. They’re only $15 here, but if I get this apartment they’ll go up as the rent’s $425. I will also get the cash assistance I can’t get here. I wanna hurry up and beat the summer as far as moving. It’s a war zone outside in the freezing cold winter until 7 PM, so one can only imagine the summertime when the kids are out of school. Also, cuz of next door’s noise. These walls are so thin that we may as well all live in the same apartment. I hate this apartment with a passion!

Later…

I just got off the phone with Kim who sounds like she’s in a great mood. We went on and on with our lines and stuff like that. She says she’ll write another letter as well as come see me. She said she thought about just showing up here and surprising me. Soon her orientation will be over, so she’s gonna come see me then. Maybe within a month. I wasn’t about to say hello to Mark as he’s at work, but we had a good talk anyway. I really do miss Kim and I sure as hell miss my apartment.

I have tons of letters to write but I’m not gonna start them tonight.

Andy had called Laurie H for 5 minutes about a bogus 963 form. A scene of an accident, supposedly. I wanted to get her taped to be edited. I played Kim part of that. I edited Laurie but I have much more to do as far as other stuff. I edited the CP lady from a few recent calls with her and Fran.

I guess I have rehearsals tomorrow night at Rick’s house. Lyle will have to let me know.

I hope that girl Laurie calls with some good news on the apartment. I have no good vibe but I also have no bad vibe. I must begin getting boxes and prepare myself for if I have to move fast in order to get a place they can only hold for so long.

Not much else has been happening. Last Friday, Tammy, Becky and Sarah were here. Only for a few seconds as Tammy needed to go shopping. She took me and my guitar with her and I played it with the girls while she was in the store.

As for Laurie, I highly doubt anything will happen. Sexually, I mean. I think she’s straight.

I never heard from Ann Marie, but I left her a message on her machine a little while ago.

Why do the people next door need to bang so much? Even at this hour with their kids asleep, 30 seconds don’t pass without a slam, bang or chairs and tables sliding.

I have two shrubs right outside my front door and having 20 kids in them screaming at the top of their lungs was no joy ride. I told them they can play all they want, but not directly under my windows and on my doorstep. With the way they’re always playing and throwing balls, I’m amazed they haven’t smashed a window yet. Not just mine, but anybody’s.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 8, 1992 I tried to sleep but as usual, I can’t. I feel really shitty and can’t wait to see a doctor as much as I hate seeing them and antibiotics. I also need to do a hell of a cleaning job in here.

Damn! Do I need to quit smoking or what? I guess at this point if being able to breathe means always dying for a cigarette and gaining 20-30 pounds then that’s what I’ll need to do.

If Andy doesn’t call by 1:15 then I’m gonna go to bed and I’ll just lay there even if I can’t sleep.

Last night I had a nice talk with Jessie. She called and we spoke for over an hour. She’s very upset with her father and several other people in her family. Her grandfather also died and she fears her grandmother may go any minute too, due to having cancer and other problems.

God, do I ever feel like shit now. My chest is so tight and I’m so tired. I definitely cannot sleep well here. Who could? In MA my schedule was weirder but at least I slept. I seldom lacked sleep like this. The more you lack, the harder it is to catch up. Sounds funny, but it is true.

I hope Lyle has no problem with bringing me to the ER tomorrow. He said he would and he seems pretty reliable. He said he’d knock on my door. Believe it or not, I do have some good news as I mentioned before. Practice was canceled last Monday night as there was a problem with other band members. What, I don’t know. It worked out for the better as Rick was over here that evening. Even he said he was glad it turned out that way as he had no idea about my guitar and keyboard playing. The sooner the better he said so he could alter the sets, songs and work these things in. Since there are 4 of us in the band, he may have me play either guitar or keyboards every now and then as we may have to drop to only 3 of us at times. One of the guys in the band can’t always get out of work, so that’s when I’d fill in. He was so impressed with my guitar and keyboard playing that I was a little shocked. He said, “You’re way beyond basic chords only and you made it sound like you knew very little.” He really really was like, wow! I told him that was flattering and he said, “It’s not flattering. It’s telling it like it is.” So that’s cool and I spoke to dad on his birthday and I’ll write a letter with more details when things get going. Rick said that now that he’s heard me play, he’s gonna change stuff around but that it was worth it.

As far as Laurie goes, I highly doubt she’s ever into women. If so, not me as she’s made no real attempts to talk to me much. Then again, she no doubt assumes I’m straight and doesn’t know me from a can of paint as Tracy used to say. Usually, if you know someone’s gay or not and you like them, you at least try to talk to them, get to know them and find out what you can. This doesn’t change the fact that she’s attractive but I feel she may be one of those who tries to mold a person into what she’d like them to be.

Well, Andy’s late on calling me as he usually is so I’m gonna go to sleep.

Later…

Yes, of course, I’m still up. I took an extra half Theo pill so I do feel better. Less tight. I knew Andy wouldn’t call. Think I’ll go listen to music now.

Later…

I am outside sitting on my back steps as I write this. It’s a beautiful day. More summery rather than spring. After winter there’s hardly any spring before it goes right into summer. Shadow’s taking a nap in a pile of leaves. Jenny, Layne and her sister Jessica are playing jump rope. One of Barb’s sons and his friend are now joining in the game along with playing with their basketball.

I chatted with Barb and Dave and Dave’s gonna look around for a used washer for me. I hope I move soon, though. Barb and Dave and their kids know I like them and I know they like me, but living in a building like this sucks.

On my way back from paying the rent, earlier, I ended up speaking to some guys who asked about the band. They’re friends of Lyle’s.

Also, a black woman (I think her name’s Ronda) and I chatted for a while. I met her son who also knows Lyle and Barbara.

Right after I last wrote and began listening to music, Andy did call. He wanted to wait till after 11:00 his time for the cheaper rates now that he’s 3 hours behind again.

I feel better today but I’m still pretty gunked up with congestion. I’m not sure if I’m going to the ER later. We’ll see what’s up with Lyle. I dusted and vacuumed today, had all the windows open so that should help. Cuz this place is on the ground and is so small, just opening my back and front doors airs the place out well.

I got another letter from Bob which is typical Bob. The man is only happy like twice a year. Both his childhood and his adult life are a million times worse than mine. Knowing how mine was tells me something…that his sucked.

Later…

I am now on the phone with Andy and Fran. They’ve spoken to the CC and with Melissa who was boring, though. Andy’s doing his cactus and palm tree problem. I’m his crazy little sister and Fran’s the crazy visitor from next door. They just hung up but Fran called both me and Andy and we were on the phone for an hour and a half.

I went to the ER and was amazed at how quickly I was in and out of there. Lyle took me, along with his son and daughter Naomi and Kevin. Lyle’s sister had a baby girl so he had wanted to see her, but it was too late. Lyle’s gonna go see her tomorrow when he gets home from work and I’ll be babysitting for the kids. At the ER I got Theo and Amoxicillin. I also got those Lactaid tablets which do help.

Tomorrow I have my appointment at the state welfare office.

I sure hope I get some sleep even if it is only a few hours as I got up at 1:00.

I went over to Barb and Dave’s today telling them they were gonna die laughing at my request, but they know it’ll work. I told them how most of the time I set my alarm, yet even wearing no earplugs I never can wake up to it, so can they wake me up? Therefore, before she leaves for work, she’s gonna bang on my bedroom wall which is her living room wall. Funny, huh?

I have more tapes to edit. I have tons and tons of editing to do.

Lyle says he may be getting a 3-bedroom house on a farm within a week. Either way, he says he’s moving whether or not he gets the house. I said I’d join him in apartment hunting as I’ve got to get the hell out too. The people I’ve met are nice but there’s so much I hate dealing with here. The walls are too thin. The outside is a zoo till 9 PM. This summer it will be a zoo from 8 AM-midnight once school’s out and the weather’s warm. Also, this apartment sucks. It’s way too small and I sure do miss showers as much as I also enjoy baths. I hope that by the time I’ve finished the next journal I’m out of this dive. Hopefully way before, but who really knows? I’ve got to start picking up newspapers and looking for a place that’s no more than $500 a month. Hopefully, a place on a bus line in a decent size place even if it’s not as big as the Woodside Terrace apartment. A fairly quiet place, too. It’s dead quiet here at night compared to Locust St., but the noise in the daytime more than makes up for it.

TUESDAY, APRIL 7, 1992 Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better. They sure started off shitty, though. After barely 3 hours of sleep and wearing my earplug, they fucking woke me up next door.

I called the state supplement people about moving into a private apartment here. Cuz my rent’s already subsidized, I won’t qualify for a cash supplement. I will get food stamps and medical, though. If I got a $400 apartment they’d give me a check for $200 on top of my $442 from SS and SSI. If I got a $500 place, I’d get a check for $300 besides my $442. Also, more food stamps. I was told I can begin looking for an apartment ASAP. Lyle will help along with others he knows. Dave says he can get a truck and will save boxes for me. I’ve got much more to write about as far as Rick and the band and also Jessie, but I want to see Geraldo first.

Andy is to be calling around 1:00 my time. Maybe around midnight. I’m so tired, though, and don’t know if I can stay awake. That’s lucky for me, though, as I really must catch up on my sleep. Plus, I need to be up early to go to the state disability and welfare office Thursday morning. I feel pretty shitty due to the drastic temperature changes. It’s gonna be warming up but that’s ok with me. As you know, 2-3 times a year I need antibiotics when my congestion builds up. It’s been not too cool for a while now and it’s probably infectious by now or well on its way. Tomorrow Lyle said he’d take me to the ER. That’s the only place I can go till I get my cards. Barbara took me to a walk-in clinic but they wouldn’t see me saying they have no federal funding. I at least got my meds refilled.

MONDAY, APRIL 6, 1992 Boy, do I have lots to write about! And good stuff, too! I got in a band!!!!!! So soon too, since I’ve only been here barely two months is amazing. Shockingly it was my first audition.

Early last Friday night, my sister gave me the best lecture ever telling me not to give up. Don’t back out. Gloria never backed out. Follow your dreams, conquer your fears and go out with Lyle to the bar and go for it. So Lyle, who’s not in the band, took me to a bar in Ledyard to meet his friend Rick. Rick’s the leader of the band and has been friends with Lyle for years. Lyle’s job is to help with the equipment and the sound system. It was a small bar, not sleazy and no one bothered me.

This isn’t the band Rick’s normally in and which I’d be in, hopefully. He was filling in for someone who was sick, I guess and was friends with the drummer, Carl. This particular band (I don’t know the name of it) was a country band. The one I’ll be in is geared more toward soft rock. A mix of various types of music but no hard rock or heavy metal. Thank God. Everything happened so fast that night. I was completely blown out of my mind and shocked. Too shocked to feel nervous or much of anything but I had a great time and was glad I went. As the story unfolds, you’ll see why all I kept saying to myself was - oh my God. I sat with Lyle as he operated the sound and controlled the equalizers and all that. He put headphones on me so I could hear what the people on stage could hear. It is very different from being in front of the amps. It was loud but I could bear it and I got used to it. I also handled requests. People would write the songs down they wanted to hear on a napkin, or whatever and I’d hand it to Rick and some other guy (I forgot his name) in between songs.

There were 4 people. Carl on drums and Rick, another guy, and an obvious lesbian named Wendy on guitars. They all took turns singing songs except for Carl. Rick was good and so was the guy whose name I forgot. He was an older guy with slacks, a dress shirt, and suit jacket. He sort of looked like a businessman. Wendy was having some sort of trouble with her voice but her base playing was fine. She was either timid or tired. Her voice was very soft and she kept going flat. Also, an older lady would get up on stage and sing every now and then. She was good. So, due to Rick being busy with the band, I figured we’d never have time to even talk much. However, I did end up singing. During intermission as they have 4 sets, I sang in the back corner of the stage. Some Linda Ronstadt songs. They turn the jukebox on during their breaks and he told me he was amazed at how I could sing a song on key while the jukebox played a totally different song. Then, he looked at me and said, “You have a hell of a voice. You’re in. I’ll talk to the other guys in the band.”

I couldn’t believe it! I was psyched! The name of the band is Power Glide and I have rehearsals at Rick’s house tomorrow night at 7:00. Of course, I’ll be going with Lyle.

I told Tammy, Mom and Dad, whose birthday was Sunday. He’s 61. I told Mom and Dad I’d write all the details in a letter to them.

How often and where I’ll sing, I don’t know yet. Or even about the money, but who cares? What really matters is I’m in the band!

Before I forget, Wendy, who did seem nice, asked for my number cuz she knows an all-female band. That’s nice. I’ve always thought about an all-female band. Maybe I’ll rotate from band to band like Rick does.

I called and told Andy, Bob, and Kim and left a message on Cassandra’s machine. Jessie called me last night and I spoke to her for an hour or so. I’ll have to call Ann Marie if I don’t hear from her soon. She said she’d call me about coming to see me on Tuesday.

It’s funny how it all started, and Laurie, who I met at Price Rite agreed. She said, “It’s neat how you tapped me on the shoulder and I knew a guy who knew a guy in a band.”

And all cuz Laurie was pretty. That’s why I first began chatting with her. If she wasn’t so pretty, I’d have never found out about all this. I wonder if she’s bi or has ever been with a woman or thought about it. Once I get to know her, Lyle and Rick, the subject will eventually come up. They all do seem quite open-minded and as if they have all types of friends. Just in case Laurie’s completely straight and so she doesn’t feel threatened, I’ll let her get to know me first. Plus, I like wondering and guessing. The chase is always more fun than the capture, but I sure would love to capture her for one night. I doubt I will, but who knows? My “feelings” tell me there’s a possibility. Also, due to certain things she’s said and certain ways she’s looked at me, it makes me wonder. I learned from Maliheh, though, not to assume and jump the gun.

Later…

Last Thursday night Fran and I were on the phone for 2 hours and 15 minutes. He called me, of course. Melissa, the CP lady was a great source of entertainment for a while. Therefore, I have more edits to make of her as I taped the entire conversation. Andy and I spoke on his night off and he spoke with Laurie H for a few minutes. All about how to fill out an accident form. She’s been edited.

That’s all the news I have for now. Tomorrow, I must go pay the rent which is now a flat $100. Also, to get refills on my Theo and Alupent.

They’re coming to spray here tomorrow and UPS should be delivering my microwave from mom and dad. With lots of popcorn, dad told me.

I hope I can get a fairly decent amount of sleep as I slept till 2:00 today. Really 3:00 as the clocks went up an hour. Now Andy’s 3 hours behind instead of 2. Their clocks stay the same all the time.

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Liner Notes (June 1st, 2024)

The first great pop-punk album of summer 2024 is here. Plus, some other random thoughts on other things. This week’s supporter Q&A post can be found here. If you’d like this newsletter delivered to your inbox each week (it’s free and available to everyone), you can sign up here. A Few Things * I liked this article in the Washington Post that looked at the data behind when people think America was “great.” The answer? It’s not an era; it’s an age: “The good old days when America was “great” aren’t the 1950s. They’re whatever decade you were 11, your parents knew the correct answer to any question, and you’d never heard of war crimes tribunals, microplastics or improvised explosive devices. Or when you were 15 and athletes and musicians still played hard and hadn’t sold out.” * All the AI fails from Google have been getting the headlines lately, but the story I think has still been underreported is the fact that Google search kind of sucks now. The core product has been suffering for a while, and the recent leaks show the company has been pretty shady as well. Usually, when that happens, it’s a steep line down. As an owner of a small blog, I’ve seen this reflected in our traffic for years; I stopped even trying to get ranked and don’t pay attention to our search traffic. But every time I Google a recipe and have to handle three fourths of a page of SEO slop, I am reminded of it. It’s too bad that Google and Facebook basically murdered the online ad business, and right now, does either offer much value? Instagram? For me, it’s probably Gmail. However, that only powers my email backend and I use Mimestream as the client. These companies are so big and dominant that it’s hard to see competition even getting a foothold to disrupt them, but damn. In Case You Missed It * Rare 1997 Footage of Blink-182 Live * The Black Keys Cancel Arena Tour * Spotify to Discontinue Car Thing * Liner Notes (May 25th, 2024) * Best Case – “Heavy Seas” (Video Premiere) * Bert McCracken Announces Solo Project * Balance and Composure Announce New Album * Four Year Strong Announce New Album * The Menzingers Announce Deluxe Album * Albums in Stores – May 31st, 2024 Music Thoughts * In this house, summer begins when the first new pop-punk album drops that makes me feel like sunshine is pumping through my veins. This year, it’s officially Super American’s awesome Gangster of Love—just a ridiculously fun, energetic, creative, and all around blast of an album. There’s a lot of classic pop-punk here, but I also love the quirkiness and what feels like a little Relient K and Motion City Soundtrack influence in their style. This is going to absolutely dominate my next few months, and the only complaint I have is the album cover is preventing me from wanting to purchase it on vinyl. (Their previous album is also a lot of fun, but this one is exploring some new things that elevate their sound to the next level.) * Happy 25th anniversary to Blink-182’s Enema of the State. No album in history has had a bigger impact on my life. * Arrows in Action’s new single “Hello Sunlight” is another solid tune, and Neon Trees are finally giving us new album information next week. Their run of singles has me anticipating this one quite a bit. * Ben Platt’s latest didn’t stick with me on first listen the way his last did. It has a nice breezy feel that maybe I’ll come back to one of these summer nights and connect with, but my first listen had me checking how many songs were left multiple times. Not usually a good sign. * Days Away’s Mapping an Invisible World is still one of the most underrated albums ever. I listened to it twice this week and still marvel at how modern it sounds. Someone press this to vinyl, please. * Super American got me back on a Relient K kick, and every single one of their albums puts a smile on my face. * Cassadee Pope’s upcoming “return to pop-punk” album is interesting. She has obvious vocal chops, but the album doesn’t have the hooks I… https://chorus.fm/features/articles/liner-notes-june-1st-2024/

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I’ve been working on the Shadow Knight Masterpost, but my computer has decided to be… difficult. So much so that I’m going to have to replace it sooner rather than later. How fun. So please accept this humble offering until I can get the dang thing to cooperate.

Going through my posts for the Shadow Knight masterpost I found this video of some Avatar moves. Would that be a Sun or Ren thing in this? I know that Ren is the monk type and Sun is technically the Warlock of a martial artist Monkey King spirit, but I can see this working great for either of them. I know for a fact that this video just screams Ren. Edit: I’m forgot to tag @noneatnonedotcom

I’m not saying that Sun should be able to use all four elements at will here. With extensive training he could unlock the capability to use the elements, but he can only use one at a time. For him to switch between earth and water he has to sit and meditate, release/push out the Water Ki, draw in the Earth Ki, and then he can use earth bending. The different disciplines could also give him a reason to get a handle on his ADHD and mature as a a person. I can’t say too much on that since I don’t have too much experience with ADHD. As he gets more experienced he can do a type of fighting meditation to swap elements where he’s less vulnerable. There’s also the new Black Myth Wukong game which is coming out. From my understanding it’s a Soulslike, and the few clips I’ve seen look dope as hell. Perhaps we can get some inspiration for Sun when Black Myth comes out. Sun using his staff coated in lightning can also give a nice Destiny 2 Hunter homage, since there is a subclass that uses a lightning rod and is fun to use. Of course once Sun loses said staff, he becomes far less effective and loses a lot of his abilities.

We can swap these Bending to Ren since I know that there’s a Way of the Elements in the Monk class, give Ren some range in his arsenal. Unless he accepts part of his heritage and gains a SFR Ring, I presume Rain due to his nature, but then again he could also wish to completely break away from them. I’d prefer he broke away completely from them myself, but the option is on the table. I don’t know much about the Wukong myth outside that the Staff is OP. Although that Forbidden Kingdom movie with Jackie Chan and Jet Li was fun and had that staff.

Saw a scene compilation about warriors dropping a ludicrous amount of weapons on a table, who else would that work for but Jaune? I can see the High Elves being comfortable and powerful enough to not mind that the Gang carry their weapons everywhere, but what about a place like the Dwarves? Like a mega city akin to Khaza Dun/Moria, but one area has a zero weapons policy. The magicians are hindered by the magic suppression systems in there, which the Maidens can easily overcome if they tried but they don’t know that. Jaune has to go in there for whatever reason, mayhaps for some private and political stuff with the Dwarf he saved/helped. His armor is fine it’s just defensive, making him walk around naked is rude, he practically lives in that armor these days, and there’s a few guards to step in if anybody decides to get fisty, but everything else is off limits. Guns, ammo, grenades, knives, swords, spears, enchanted items, corkscrews, and that. Takes him a solid five minutes to get everything off, and they needed to get a bigger box to hold everything like Jaune said they would. He takes five steps away and has to turn around because he just remembered that he has a couple of other concealed weapons/items that could be considered weapons on him that he has to drop off. If someone goes for the low hanging fruit of “lots of weapons there, compensating for something?” he can make a joke back like “I’m Valian, weapons are part of my religion.” As Mandalorian or American don’t exist in Remnant. He can’t use the regular response of ‘weak teammates’, he’s not that petty. That won’t stop any of the boys from asking about the ‘extra weapon hidden in his pants’.

Blake(and perhaps Aiko) can have an episode in the magic world where she has to deal with her feline nature. A village, society, or race of cat people that are far more on the catty side than human. Dunno if I should say Kajiit or Thundercats, but something along those lines? More on the human side perhaps? Less furry? Idk. Definitely not the 2019 live action Cats musical.(if we didn’t need to keep the mistakes of the past to show how not to do stuff, I’d demand to have that film nuked. I needed eye bleach for just the trailer) Anyway, perhaps Faunus can have animalistic tendencies, but usually grow out of them by adulthood. They may still have some minor instincts and mannerisms, but they can learn to manage them. Think of someone with ADHD or Autism learning how to handle their disorder to function. The stereotypes have to come from somewhere. The other world’s animal folks’ instincts are much more ingrained into their persons and cultures.

Where Blake just likes the smell of catnip but doesn’t affect her any further, much to prankster Yangs disappointment, these folks go full bonkers. ‘I can see the sounds of the universe!’ They can also give props to Blake for finding such a strong mate in Jaune, and/or try to recruit her for another cat boys harem. She can deal with them easy enough, just magic herself away. How does Jaune deal with all these catboys who’re trying to steal Blake away/defend their territory from the intruder/prove their superiority to Jaune, and catgirls that’re practically throwing themselves at him for strong half human offspring? By using a dreadful weapon that will be hissed at by generations to come: the super soaker. He just has a 😑 face at their reactions. Perhaps Blake is constantly filling his water reservoir with magic so he’s not overrun and using her own magic water gun, nice training in an element she’s not gifted in, but wearing the same deadpan face. Those felines that actually like the water like tigers? A simple cardboard box should distract them long enough. Or a small stick of minty bubblegum. But Blake! I thought calling others animals was considered racist?! ‘Well yes, however in this case I can’t disagree the shoe fits.’

Which then gives me the idea of each of the Maidens running into a group that they’ll fit into very well but quite don’t at the same time. Weiss can get along with Snow Low Elves, Bleiss with the Dark Elves, Pyr with some Amazons, not sure about Yang and Ruby though, or their duplicates. Ultimately they all decide to stay on Remnant because of course, but perhaps there are a few locals that start eyeing a trip to Remnant so they can have some of that prime breeding Arc stock. Forced human breeding farms don’t catch on, but there’s nothing that says the locals can’t seduce some if they can.

The goddess of love and family that one of the ancestor Arcs got along with way back when is going to be very happy to see Jaune. It’s been so long since she’s seen an Arc! She’s a peaceful goddess that meddles in mortal affairs far more than she should by a long shot, but it’s for the benefit of a strong and numerous population against the invasive Grimm so she gets a pass. That ‘little blessing’ of ‘a long lasting (translation error, actual meaning: unending) lineage’ or something is potent. Could also explain part of why so the Arcs are never short on partners and their strange magnetic attraction. She’d be so heartbroken to hear that Papa Arc had only eight kids. ‘Only eight,’ what the hell are you smoking lady? She might even pop into Jaune’s dreams for a quick visit, giving him her full approval to ‘spread some wild oats.’ He just wakes up going ‘what kind of a wild dream was that??? I think I need more sleep.’ The next night he’s visited again and told to ‘spread that wheat around’ or something (referring to his blonde hair babies) and he wakes up and asks ‘did my dreams tell me to retire and become a farmer? What is in the water around here?�� She just won’t stop with the ‘big families’ sales pitch using farming euphemisms that go right over his head. So she calls in a few favors to try to learn how to communicate with modern kids, so her voyage to learn the esoteric language of memes begins! Brothers help him if she and Neo ever team up. The Goddess bugs him in his sleep, Neo when he’s awake. Instead of ‘Get in the robot Shinji,’ it’s “Get in the brothel Jaune.”

“Them Arc genes can breed with anything!” she says as she slaps some bent over girl’s presenting butt, ‘let’s not put that to the test’ Jaune replies. (The slap the roof of a car meme)

G: “Humans are known as slayers of dragons” J:’Yes, I helped kill a rabid one. It was a team effort so I can’t claim that title properly.’ G:”Ah, but you have the opportunity to become known as the Layer of Dragons!” J: ‘What would it take for you to stop?’ G:”We must save the species Jaune!/Only you can save the species!” Not really sure how to rework the Danerys/Dragonborn/Hiccup/Donkey meme of the Mother/Killer/Trainer/Fucker of Dragons. The Arcs and Maidens could’ve been on both sides of the Dragon extermination campaigns, so the dragons have plenty of mixed feelings regarding Jaune and the Maidens. The last part though was that Smokey the Bear ad. I’d throw in a Kobayashi Dragon Maid joke here, but his Gynoids would more than cover Torhu’s roles. Or they can see Torhu as even more competition. Yay, more headaches.

‘You want me to get it on with her?’ Jaune asks referring to Cinder and Emerald, “Why of course” she replies. ‘Those two have tried to kill me, many times’ he informs her, “~🎵Oh she’s just a bit of a fixer upper🎵~” ‘Aaaahhhhh! No! Please! Don’t sing that song!’ Jaune (and myself) beg! That goddess of family part was partly inspired by didyoutrydynamite with his Redeemers Jaune.

Since Neptune’s a wizard he’ll have to start hoarding Grimoires like any other proper wizard. Maybe increase his STR stat by a little bit carrying all those books when they’re not in his Mary Poppins bag. The contents should be encoded to prevent other wizarding types from easily stealing their work, but with Neptune as an intellectual he could have an easier time cracking the codes than most other mages would. He had an -autistic- intellectual stint in Great War code cracking once. However the sheer volume of useful spells and their arrays, chants, and such would require him to keep it all in a journal since he doesn’t have a photographic memory. Which in turn would require him to reencode the spells into Grimoires of his own, especially the more dangerous ones. Maybe tradition isn’t so dumb after all eh Nep? As an extra funny, while he’s working hard at decoding he wears some enchanted glasses. They’re thick, square, and just not cool, like Austin Powers glasses, but they accelerate his reading speed by tenfold so he can crack the codes much quicker. Mix that with those glasses from National Treasure, that set with the multi colored lenses, so he can look past some of the enchantments to find even more secrets and help translate languages. They put a strain on his mental constitution, so he can’t use them extensively until he gets used to them. Using a black light could also be beneficial, since they didn’t have those back in the magic days. As a short side funny he can also throw those glasses on when he needs to quickly go through the schools rules during a standoff against the Shitty Council President. Have Neptune flex some lawyering skills. It’s a cool moment, but he doesn’t think it’s cool.

He also discovers that the extra saucy spells require the wizard to be a special type of fucked in the head, hence the term ‘Black Magics’. He may be desperate to get stronger to be of help and look cooler, mostly look cooler, but he’s morally grounded enough to not go down that rabbit hole. Of course we can give him a couple of cool moments, perhaps something along the Ussop lines of coolness. Something that isn’t usually seen or believed because of his general and understandable cowardice. Or if it is believed they don’t try to bring it up too much so his ego doesn’t overinflate, again. The phrase ‘I may be out of spells, but I’m not out of shells’ is easy to use. Which does remind me of this one manga where it mixes the Wild West with some magic. Certain people can do the gun spins, which enchant the bullets, and do magic gunshots. I’ll have to try and find that manga again for reference. It started out good, but got weird towards the end.

Trying to come up with other kinds of jobs for other characters so they have some relevance and not constantly overshadowed by the Maidens. Yes Jaune’s core harem are the Maidens, but everyone else is invited too! Reese, May, Neon, Coco, Velvet, not quite sure what they should do other than give Jaune a normal POV when he needs to be brought back down to Remnant. Winter, Elm, and Harriet are in the Iron Squad so there’s that. Ceil can be Jaune’s public right hand while the Malachites are his shadowy right hand. How a couple of them fall for Jaune is up to question too. Illia I know falls for Jaune trying to ‘seduce’ him to ‘protect’ Blake (mission failed successfully), and she has connections with the WF, so she can help direct some of those splinter groups. Or she can act as a super spy with her abilities. Sienna and Kali can do a much bigger job with the WF, but not sure what the plan was to introduce them nor how they come to love Jaune.

For a nice bit of contrast, what if while Velvet is going all Sherlock Holmes on the Shadow Knight and the Maidens, her best friend Coco falls head over heels with the Golden Bear(GB)? She can learn about several of GB’s other investments, say from certain acquaintances of her parents, colleagues from the stores she goes to, overhears conversations from the owners, stuff like that, but it’s only when she’s affected that it really hits her. Say her parents have started falling on hard times, courtesy of LaCroix, Jaques, and/or Watts since they all drink from the same Kool Aid bowl, and GB gives them money to keep them afloat until that particular court case is dealt with. It was all a farce anyway, but the little bit of a buffer gave them the breathing room to find that out.

Some mystical warrior fighting things right from myth? Give her a break. A benevolent beneficiary working behind the scenes to help support businesses and maintain a strong economy against soulless monopolies? Especially if they’re the self righteous pricks from Atlas? Now that’s something she can get behind. Undecided if she would spearhead any GB campaigns or actives, if she helps organize GBs Dens into an underground society or whatever, but she does gain a bit of a hero worship for GB. Time for Velvets teasing payback, but thankfully Cocos a good enough sport to recognize. The Coffee Duo can go back and forth between who’s the better Hidden Hero of Vale. Jaune just tunes these playful arguments out, seven sisters worth of practice and all. He just misses the important tidbits at how close they are to discovering his identity and how much they idolize him while he is tuning them out. They can both like Jaune, see his potential and good nature, prime husband material, but there’s that special place for their favorite hero. That’s going to be… fun when they find out long down the road.

While I was thinking of a personality for May, not that I was making much progress outside of the big boobied wallflower from those like arc-misadventures, Vecnawrites, palaceofpassion, that seems to have been assigned to her, and a form of a role for her in this story, not that I was making much progress there either. Brothers help her when Coco learns of her bra troubles, Coco is being helpful here but can come off as rather forceful. At least she has a friend in Velvet who also was subjected to Coco’s well intentioned wardrobe revamping. At least she listens and stops from going any further than lingerie, for now at least. So far the best I’ve gotten was hacker or an apothecary of sorts, but again still kinda shaky on that front. I do remember one blog that has her selfless in the ‘i’m just a tool, to be used and discarded when I break’ way, but I can’t remember who did that one. I can easily see that in a couple others too. She could be related to a legendary historical sniper a la White Death, but I’m not sure if she would follow in those footsteps in this AU. She strikes me as someone who can fill in the Bocchi anime trope, but again that’s shaky. However I did come up with a bit of a scene for Arslan and her SFR friends NDGO. How did I jump from making a joke for May using her breast milk in creating potions a la Seikon no Qwaser to a heartfelt soul searching scene for Arslan and NDGO(who also need some personalities)? Me brain works like that sometimes.

I was thinking this scene takes place after Jaune protects May from being raped by some hoodlums during the Student Council President arc/debacle. He would’ve been expelled if not for him obviously being in the right. Morons should’ve checked for cameras or bystanders before any funny business. Connections and money might keep you out of jail, but it doesn’t stop anyone from breaking your face in the heat of the moment. Though an argument could be made for Jaune going a little overboard with dispensing justice, but not really it’s just them trying to victimize themselves. It’s not like he can defend himself using his Shadow persona as the reason he broke so many bones. He actually held back! A little bit at least. “They have soft bones.” (Man from UNCLE) It was very kind of him to leave them alive and breathing! With state of the art treatments and some semi experimental techniques that are on the hush hush, they should be out of the hospital in six to nine months! ‘69 months?!’ No, six to nine months! Arslan has been having doubts about Mr. Scummy President Guy(SPG for short until I get a name) for a while now and whether he’ll actually be a good ally vs Jaune. This incident could just be the tipping point. The security footage also shows SPG that while he may be superior to Jaune in organized matches with rules, codes of conduct, honor bound(not that the little weasel has much) exhibitions; in a no holds barred, gloves off, knock out drag out, last man standing, real world fight, his chances of victory fall off a cliff. And that’s while Jaune was outnumbered protecting May with whatever trash he can get his hands on, and still holding back quite a bit. Then again, when one’s training program is tantamount to ‘survive monsters’, it’s not really surprising. SPG isn’t thrilled with this revelation, but Arslan is getting even more excited. SPG is insulted that some commoner is making him feel unease, Arslan is insulted that Jaune was sandbagging himself so badly during their spars!

Anyway, onto the scene! The SFR crew are in the apartment/house they’re renting for now, winding down after a long day. Arslan is stewing over the conversation she had with Jaune over some tea (a far different setting than her usual desire for fighting meetings) post May rescue. Which was her probing for intel and trying to gauge his character from a different perspective from the first and only time she bothered to ‘talk’ to him (more like talking at him) when she was trying to get Ren back. Every time since it’s been from a lens of antagonism/self superiority, so she’s trying to see him again without those lenses in the way. The SFR clans are paranoid and isolationist, so being on this trip has been giving everyone a different perspective on things. I heard of a job interview tactic where the boss takes an applicant to a lunch and observes their behavior to the workers as a gauge, so she could be taking a page from that here to gauge Jaune. Ars has been considering breaking off relations with SPG due to differences in disposition and morals, despite all the potential connections they could gain if they stuck with him. Some things are just not worth your soul. The apparent problem they were sent to solve as a test of their capabilities, the actual situation they find themselves dealing with, the angles that are vital but they have no knowledge of, the many shades of grey and compromises to shuffle through that conflicts with their absolutist codes and all, it’s a lot to deal with.

Ars almost demands their honest thoughts, to which one of them responds that Ars isn’t going to like a lot of what she hears. Ars being the heir apparent to the Sun Ring and Atlan Branch is aware that she will need to hear troublesome news and different opinions at some point, but to hear them from her closest friends is going to hurt the most.

Nebula says that every time she’s in the vicinity of SPG her skin crawls, which is the general consensus from everyone. He doesn’t actually treat anyone with any kind of respect, and what little he does show is just for show. He even mocked May and her would’ve been rapists after the news broke, her for ‘having it coming’ (meaning her boobs, shy personality, just being a woman, him being a jerkass, etc) and them for getting beaten up by Jaune, getting caught, etc. He sees Aura as a relic of a bygone age or whatever, directly insulting the Clan as one of the few remaining active Aura groups. He makes speeches about the ‘failures of the Nobility’ in ‘support’ of the common class rise post Great War yet having noble blood himself and subtly uses it in arguments as to how he’s ‘naturally superior’ to others and yet denies the legitimacy of Arslan’s Noble heritage. He uses an enchanted ring/pendant/similar with charisma boost, making it all the easier for him to sway people to his side. The only ones that are immune/resistant to it are those with incredible willpower(Jaune, although an argument can be made for dense as hell in his case), a strong sense of duty(Arslan), insight(those that know what it is like Arslan and crew), natural magic resistance(Maidens and Gynoids), solid cold logic, strong loyalty(Ren), or the insane(Nora). The tool in itself isn’t bad, but he’s using it on everyone with no discipline, restraint, or respect, including Arslan and NDGO for dubious reasons, and an axe to grind against those who resist him. He’s even tried to break apart the friendship and teamwork of ANDGO!

One of the girls even ponders if they’re actually friends? Heresy! But she suggests the scenario where if they weren’t introduced to each other as children and told that it’s their duties as future Ring Bearers and Leaders to become friends, if they were allowed to grow with each other without outside interference, would they actually become friends? Their friendship and bonds began out of Clan loyalty and duty, but is it actually true friendship? Some of them were born from bonds of duty, arranged marriages, instead of natural love. Do any of them actually know what it means to be friends or feels how to be loved? Rens dad threw away his position as a Head and ran away to Vale to be with his lover. He cut all ties, changed his name, and started a new life from scratch. He abandoned his duty for love. (Insert ‘Duty is the Death of Love and Love is the Death of Duty argument’ here) He denied Ren his family (noble?) history to give Ren a clean slate for himself. If he stayed then Ren would be part of their circle, but instead he’s friends with commoners Jaune and Nora. The way that Ren acts with Jaune and Nora is completely different from how ANDGO treat each other. With the girls there’s almost a pecking order with Arslan at the top and the others being more or less her servants, and all of them servants to the SFR Clan first and their own people second. With Ren it’s natural and more honest, he has no fear of abandonment or retribution (outside maybe some harmless pranks or good natured griefing) from Jaune or Nora. He trusts them with a wholeheartedness that is enviable, and he receives that same trust from them. It’s an unconditional love and loyalty that is almost foreign to the Clan. ANDGO have known each other since they were toddlers, so why is Ren closer to others than they are? Even PRWBY seem to have a closer friendship with each other and JNR than what ANDGO do with a fraction of the time. Even Jaune’s ‘associates’ within the Xiongs are regarded as close equals instead of servants.

Side bit: They can sense that there’s something more to PRWBY than they’re letting on but perhaps not knowing they’re Maidens? Given the bad blood between the SFR and mages in general, and the ignorance of the Maidens with a lot of the real history and parts of their legacy, that’d go very bad if found out too soon. Perhaps that’s one reason that drew them to SPG as he’s one that is against the Maidens, at least publicly yet secretly wishes to control them which was found out with even some basic digging. Anyway, back to the tearjerker.

Dew mentions that this whole trip has made her feel like a fish out of water. She is so far out of her element it’s not even funny and easy for just about everyone to catch. Think of AtlA when Zuko, Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee went to the beach and were so out of place. Except that Zuko didn’t have the extra burden of hiding his special ancestry and trying to accomplish new political ties like Arslan does. She also finds herself jealous of the others since they’re allowed to choose their futures for themselves.

Perhaps they’ve been dealing with their problems from a secretive political groups standpoint instead of a humane view. So they agree to try and branch out and make friends outside their group. Sure they’ll keep their bonds made from growing up together, but a few outsiders wouldn’t be bad. Perhaps gaining a different perspective will help them out. When their entire lives have been practically decided and controlled from birth, this relative freedom will be an experience. If they’re going to be running the Clan one day, then they’ll need to learn to make choices for themselves. Which is perhaps part of the test from the beginning.

It closes with ANDGO collectively agreeing that it’s been a heavy night and they need some sleep. The decision being that of the two, Jaune is the better option for SCP and they should’ve spent more time scouting them out before making such decisions. It’ll be hard to gain the trust of Jaune and them since they were against him for so long, but the weight of regret would be gone and the serpent would be out of their nest. Perhaps they can glean a few things about friendship from being around Jaune. They’ll decide how to make amends tomorrow, maybe some sleep will provide some new answers. Sometimes the answers you’re looking for won’t appear until you’re not actively looking for them. Perhaps the Arc family will get a few visits to try and get a gauge of how the Arc loyalty looks and feels to figure out what the Clan is missing. Give them some ideas how to get closer to Jaune and Ren for their mission. And discovering the natural virility of the Arcs could also add some viability to Arslan’s desire to marry Jaune. The Clans numbers has been shrinking so new blood of this potency won’t be rejected. A family tree that becomes a wreath always ends badly. For a laugh I can see Arslan trying to be distant and professional during her visits to the Arc Family, but quickly discovering that no amount of discipline or martial training is enough to overcome Mama’s smothering love and embrace. Aura is wonderful, but it doesn’t replace the need for air. A nice parallel to Jaune’s discovery of said factoid and parallels Ruby’s decision to bring some of her friends over next time as sacrifices. She’s also never left a dinner feeling more stuffed. Mama has plenty of practice in the kitchen so can make even simple meals taste good, and she won’t accept anyone having anything less than a full plate. What’s the Remnant equivalent of a Mexican or Italian mother? The type that doesn’t allow for an empty plate and makes sure to send you home with plenty of leftovers. And then there’s several other emotions she’s trying to sort through. The last person to see through her so clearly and easily was her father.

Either just before they go to bed, few days after, or long after said heavy conversation Arslan drops a bracelet she was wearing to tea with Jaune, to which Dew asks if Arslan knew what Jaune’s type was, referring to his SFR type. She gets teased a little as if she was interested in Jaune romantically, (and who isn’t among them? He’s the only guy to treat them as people first despite being on opposing sides. They haven’t attacked his family so no need for anything massive, and he’s mature enough not to attack anybody for different opinions) you know a cutie scene. Arslan admits she’s completely forgotten about the bracelet, it’s a testing device that has been altered to fit into an innocuous item to test an aspirants Flames without them knowing. (Activated by a handshake? The SFR are oriental based where bowing is the way so not sure here) With the final answer being hidden behind a black screen, easily washed off with the right chemicals, the SFR clan can scope out new members to add to the clan. When the black screen is washed off cue the shocked screams of everyone’s realization that Jaune possesses Sky flames! No wonder he draws people in! “To envelop and accept them all” is the Sky’s role which he’s filling unconsciously. The Clan hasn’t had a Sky type in the past several generations and has been in a noticeable steady decline since, so finding Jaune is huge news!

Now how to alter this so Arslan and NDGO into romantically pursuing Jaune in the midst of this? I’m not entirely sure. Ars can still be the most Clan focused out of them in her pursuit. Without a personality base for the others I can’t say much.

The Shadow Knight Milita + Pendragon System

Alright, It's been a while, let's do this.

@noneatnonedotcom, Show me what you got for your Pendragon System.

@lonesilverw0lf get over here, you're invited too.

Shadow-Knights Militia, or maybe, Knights-at-Arms, they are the follows of Jaune's persona, the Shadow Knight, inspired by being directly saved by him, him saving a relative, watching him in action, and so on. Regardless, watching a single man, albeit skilled and strong, taking on Monsters and the occasional armed criminal as inspired them to take up arms on their own,

They tend to meet up on Shadow-Knight fan chatroom's (Vale's City Government might deny the existence of Grimm, but they aren't so powerful and authoritative to shut-down all these chat-rooms. Mostly because, for every one closed down, four more pop-up.) and then meet-up where-ever they can in real-life. Sometimes, it'll be a sympathetic buisness, or it'll be at the park, wherever they can, they will.

They are united by a simple informal creed a). protect your fellow person, and b). fight till the dawn.

Other than that they can carry whatever belief they want, and have the tendency to project onto the Shadow-Knight whatever beliefs they onto him, leading to a very fractious group.

In theory, this is a very dangerous position to be in, but in actuality, it's strength is in it independent cells. While anyone can join, and this could, in theory, lead to a charismatic figure head taking over a group with his creed or philosophy infecting the entire movement, in practice, these are all anonymous volunteers working towards a vague common goal. They don't get paid for this, can stop anytime they want, and they each shoulder the burden for the mission in their own way, with members entering and exiting group at the drop of a hat.

Making it, nigh impossible to unite them together, unless it was the Shadow Knight himself, which even then, would require some significant effort on his part.

They tend to be lightly arm and armored, using whatever they can get their hands on, and they could very well use-anything, from baseball-bats to hunting rifles, anything is possible, as these are just people that had enough and choose to do something, unfortunately, not all of them have the resources to fight effectively, but neither did Jaune at the start either, so, it's not a hopeless situation.

Regardless, as long as they have some kind of helmet on, it's considered in-uniform.

[youkaiyume]

I DIY’d a fancy frame for my TV and now it can be an art centerpiece when not tv-ing! I AM OBSESSED.

I’ve been fantasizing about having a Framed TV forever, but the Samsung Framed TV costs an arm and a leg!!! And it doesn’t even come with a nice frame!!! You have to buy a nicer frame which can cost up to $500+ (on top of your $1400+ tv) for it if you don’t like the thin plastic frame it that’s built into it, can you believe???

My parents gifted me one of their extra huge 60 inch TV’s when I got my new place and it works great even if it’s from 2012 so I absolutely did not want to get rid of it for a smaller and more expensive tv just so it can have a frame ugh. So I’ve been looking at DIY tutorials but they’ve been really complicated until I found THIS ONE :

https://youtu.be/8kLqww8yzDs?t=170

And the great thing about it is is that it costs under $100 to make and it can fit over any flat screen TV. some tips tho not mentioned in the video if you’re keen to make one:

- using wood glue is fine for this, I used Gorilla wood glue. 

- very important! make sure to measure and cut your trim according to your SCREEN MEASUREMENTS, not from the outside of your TV. I’ve seen a lot of tutorials that do the latter and the frame sits outside of your tv instead of framing your screen nicely so there’s just huge gaps, and you can see the entire TV including the black plastic around it. we don’t want that. 

- Depending on your TV, you might have to be conscious about whether or not you will need to drill out a hole where your sensor is located for your remote to work. My TV worked completely fine despite being covered up with the frame, but it’s just something to be aware of. 

- instead of having the wood block mounts in the video, I’ve also seen some ppl adhere an L-shaped piece of wood either on the sides or the top of the TV and use command strips to mount it if that’s your jam. I preferred the method in this video so I could easily remove it if I wanted.  

- obviously before making the mount of your choice, make sure to measure where it should sit in the back of your frame so when you mount it onto your tv, it fits properly onto your screen.

Lastly! There’s some app services including Samsung TV where ppl get some free art to display but a lot of them requires a monthly subscription for a bigger library but if you’re like me--fuck that! Youtube is free, baby. Here’s some channels that I really like using:

- Art Deco

- Vintage Art TV

- Abstract Art TV

But literally if those aren’t to your taste you can search youtube for similar channels to find art you like. Or like the tutorial states, you can use a photo app and upload art or photos of whatever you want.

- Don’t forget to change your brightness level to be dimmer for a more realistic look on your wall. 

Enjoy!!!

[anime-rambles]

"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

[sukirichi]

true gift

A god like Naoya is about to see how his little mortal is hiding a true gift.

REQUEST.  deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink

CONTENT/WARNINGS. virginity loss, naoya isn’t nice, mentions of blood,  murder, abduction, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, creampie, orgasm denial, mentions of slavery, face fucking, reader is willingly consenting to pain, reader is a masochist, naoya is a sadist 

NOTES. ah...it feels so natural to write naoya...also can someone send me some good erotic hentai panels, yay <3

Today is the day – the one you’ve been prepared for ever since you’ve forced to make acquaintance with the blinding darkness and smell of rust.

What time is it? Is it morning, night...maybe somewhere in the middle?

There’s no telling, not when you’ve been staring at the pitch black darkness for what seems like forever. It’s been too long, so long, that you’ve forgotten what the world looks like. It’s like one day you’re helping your family tend to the farms when rough hands grabbed at you, and you’re shoved in a cold, dark cellar before you could even say good bye.

Oddly enough, the servants – or at least that’s what you assume they are, since they’ve been nothing but tight lipped and inherently obedient to a faceless figure – have taken extreme care of you.

Twice a day, they’d open the cellar, the sound of keys rustling and nearly muted footsteps like music into your ears. The slight sliver of light passing through from the outside is immediately concealed within a split second, a black smooth material wrapped around your eyes before they strip you off. Normally, you’d complain and fight back, but you’ve lost all the will to even defend yourself at this point.

You’ve given up a long time ago, and life’s been a lot more tolerable ever since.

Today isn’t any different. Maybe it was hours ago, two servants had came in to wash away the grime and dirt from your body before you felt something combing through your hair. Then, you felt it. A smooth, cold blade running up and down every inch of your body, rendering you immobile in fear even breathing could cut you open.

It didn’t. If anything, you felt a lot smoother, lighter, and freer.

“Is she bare?” an old, croaky feminine voice echoed in the small room, equally wrinkled hands removing the strap of your bra off before she lathers a rose-scented cream all over your body. “Naoya-sama prefers his slaves hair-free, you know that. Not even stubble is allowed, do you understand? Keep shaving her until she’s spotless.”

Naoya-sama.

So that’s where you were. It all made sense now.

For as long as you could remember, that name’s been spoken with terror, the slight tremble of voices and darkened eyes pooled with fear never absent in the presence of his name. You’ve never seen him, but you know enough to understand that he’s a prominent figure especially in your little village. He’s not human, but he’s not exactly a god either – at least, not one that people would willingly worship.

You’ve heard telltales on how his beauty alone had women dropping to their feet, the malice in those eyes of his enough to make even the strongest warriors stick to his side in fear of what he’s capable of.

He’s as old as time and as strong as the steady flow of the river you and your people have always bathed in. It doesn’t make sense that someone as fearsome as he was is living at the mountains where nothing but quiet, peaceful people rejoiced, but the more you think about it, of course he’d prefer his people submissive, heads always ducked in fear and shaking in terror.

This whole time, you thought you’d been sold off to a neighbouring clan head because your clan didn’t have enough funds to pay for the latest trade.

In a way, you’d feel a lot luckier if the former had happened instead, because there’s really no proper way of making sound of the fact you’re sacrificed to your own deity, Naoya Zen’in, after not completing your offerings to him for ten whole moons.

It’s bad, horribly so, and you should be shaking, should be crying, should be wishing for death instead, so then why are you deferential? You don’t complain when two rough hands pull you from the ground and keep your arms tight in shackles at your lower back, vision still obscured by this cloth as you’re guided somewhere – someplace that all the sacrificed women for your deity are received.

Your feet are sloppy and smacking against the hardwood floor, heart pulsing in your tongue for all the wrong reasons. Faintly, you can smell a rose-scented candle and water splashing, but it doesn’t register until you’re immersed under it.

You gasp, hair flattening onto your skin while you look around blindly, struggling to clutch onto something as your feet keep slipping into the tub.

You’ve never been into a tub before; much less recognize the soft, paper-like objects floating into the water with you. Head swaying side to side until water is sprayed everywhere, a firm hand keeps your head in place just as a pumice stone is scrubbed into your skin. It’s not painful, but the rough scraping sensation feels sensitive from your skin that hasn’t been exposed to normal, breathing air for who knows how long.

“Stop moving,” that same elderly voice commanded, and her assistants, most likely, move quickly into extending your limbs until you’re sprawled out everywhere. “We are to make you perfect, presentable, lavishing in front of our deity himself.”

“B-but —”

“You have no right to speak!” You’re left stunned as your cheek bruises red, lips wet from the water as you pant. The sting on your skin becomes more pronounced, but you dare not speak, opting to keep your lips shut instead. The elderly woman takes notice of your behaviour, humming before she makes you stand up, that same blade swiping down your exposed regions. “You learn fast and submit well. I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.”

“She is gorgeous too, my Lady.”

“She should be,” comes a retort, your jaw clenched as you keep still. She forces your legs further apart until you’re embarrassingly exposed, the rose petals in the water sticking into some corners of your skin. “If she was not, she’d be dead already. It’s her pretty face that’s keeping her alive at this point.”

Everything is a blur after that.

One moment, they’re shaving you, the next you’re thrown from one body to another. They perform all sorts of things – towel drying your hair, exfoliating your skin, plucking your eyebrows to perfection before applying a shimmer to your cheeks and something sticky and glossy to your lips, then finally you feel the warmth of silk robes you could never afford even if you work yourself to death caressing your body.

After that, you’re locked inside a much bigger room, the blindfold falling off your face slowly.

You blink in surprise.

The room isn’t that dark, but dim enough, and your heart beats louder in your chest when you see the size of the room. It’s ten times bigger than your village meeting point, a large tatami bed sat in the middle. From one side, a window is open, allowing you to see the white illumination of the moonlight that looks hauntingly romantic.

Candles are lit on either sides of the room, and your gaze lands on odd whip-like weapons placed proudly on the walls.

Your legs are wobbly as you stand, life just coming back into your unused muscles. Making your way towards it, you reach out to touch this...weapon that’s still somewhat coated with the stench of blood. It’s immaculately clean and the leather is shiny, though it’s clear this has been used for far more gruesome situations before.

I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.

You recoil your hand that’s a breath away from coming into contact with it, terror plaguing deep into your bones as you take a step back.

You’re a sacrifice, an offering, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice – you’re brought here to die, and your god would kill you himself. Others may have considered it an honour to have died from the mercy of his hands, your oh-so divine lord who’s brought prosperity and wealth into your land, but you turn away, breathing hard as you make a break for the door.

But you never made it.

Your back lands into someone’s chest, a slight gasp falling from your lips before you’re pummelled into the ground, strong hands pinning your arms above your head. Eyes widening, you come face to face with your deity, his fox-eyes lined with dark kohl sharpening his already predatory features, ears pierced with tiny skulls and black dots.

His knee nudges your leg open and you groan, the sound making his eyes dart at you in warning before he smirks upon seeing you make no move to get away from him.

“As I’ve heard,” his deep voice cuts through the eerie silence of the room, the night so mute not even birds or insects cricketed at the presence of your deity’s need to have you for himself. “You are a compliant little lamb sent to the slaughter,” you shiver as his fingers run to caress the side of your face, his free hand undoing the knots that keeps your modesty. Naoya hums deep in his throat when the cloth falls to the sides, revealing perky nipples that pushed closer and closer to his awaiting lips at each heavy breath you took.

“You are stunning,” he praises, using a thumb to graze over the hardened bud. It’s barely a touch, but you’re sensitive, wholly new to this that you whimper. The sound is humiliating and utterly pathetic, your teeth coming down to capture your lips.

This displeases him entirely and Naoya taps your lips open, glaring at your wide, fearful yet aroused gaze. “You do not ever conceal such shameful sounds when I’m above you, do you understand?” You nod shakily, freeing your lip from its confines. Naoya snickers, chest puffing up with pleasure before he leans back to his calves, pushing the rest of your robe to the side until you’re completely exposed to him.

Your breathing grows more laboured when Naoya spreads your legs open, smirking as you whimper at the stretch of having your knees flattened by your sides. Legs placed on top of his knees, your elevated posture gives him more access to your bare pussy, his gaze zeroing in on the gleaming arousal that’s beginning to form on your lips.

“So fucking wet,” he comments, using both his thumbs to pry your pussy apart. You moan at the sensation of him pressing down on a part of you that you don’t know existed, and Naoya laughs, the sound sinister yet erotic. “You’re a virgin.”

It’s not a question – it’s a statement he takes pride in, especially because he knows he’s the chosen one to take something precious away from you.

“I’ve always loved virgins,” Naoya’s hands roam all across your body, slowly, sensually, passionately, the rough, calloused hands running under your legs to hitch them up behind his broad back, to cup your soft ass before he cups your pussy, groaning into your neck when he feels you leak and he’s barely touching you to begin with. It makes his ego swell when your hands wrap around his neck; he hates being touched by mere, lowly mortals like you, but you are undeniably gorgeous and so wanting of him that he allows you just this once. “Always so sensitive – do you want to be good for your deity? Hm?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out, eyes snapping shut when he suddenly inserts a finger in.

The feeling is foreign yet not totally unwelcomed, but you grimace anyway at the slight sting his digits bring. Naoya pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy to coax your arousal to drip further into the sheets like a waterfall, your nails digging into his robes while he watches you with a smirk. He laughs when your eyes widen at the second finger pushing in, thumb rubbing over your clit until your legs tremble around him.

“Virgins are always so gorgeous once they finally learn of pleasure,” he scoffs to himself.

You look at him straight in the eye, mouth falling open while small gasps fall through at the speed he’s pushing into you at.

Something begins to form in your lower bally until your body grows utterly warm, something...something close about to snap when he pulls his fingers out of you, throwing his head back in laughter when you cry for the first time that night.

Naoya stares at the way your gaze darts from his cum-soaked fingers back to your drenched core, brows raised cockily before he stands up, his figure looming over you. “What? Got something to say?” you only whimper in response, closing your legs as you try to provide answers to the brooding confusion punching at the back of your skull.

The sound of faint rustling brings you back to life, your eyes snapping to witness your god undressing himself, the robes falling from his shoulders too wonderfully that the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing.

Fat cock standing tall and proud, tip red and glistening with pre-cum and a body carved by fellow gods himself, the rumours were right.

He is beautiful, and it’s no lie that his slaves aren’t really slaves to begin with, not when all of them have been so eager to please him, just to have a taste of this divine being that stands before you. Naoya easily reads your face; from the slightly parted lips, thighs rubbing together and hands looming dangerously to your core – you look so needy it’s actually fucking pathetic.

He’s slow in his movements, languid and taking his time because he’s got time and more in this world that he never cares about wasting something he has a plethora of.

Naoya makes himself at home above you again, basking in the way you’re struggling to breathe even without his hands on you. It doesn’t take long before he pushes two of his fingers inside your mouth, clenching his jaw when you open your mouth submissively, innocent eyes blinking up at him as you take your juices into your mouth.

You’re a natural at this, he observes, tongue expertly swirling around his digits until you’ve licked it clean. Naoya pats your cheek affectionately, his own way of applauding you for your work.

Under him, you grow shy and abashed, arms covering your bare breasts because he’s a god, why should he be pleased with you?

Naoya doesn’t give you enough time to think before he’s hauling you upwards, your shoulders shoved back onto the ground. You kneel below him in prayer and he tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him, or rather his cock that’s slipping past your lips. You gag when he pushes his length all the way inside, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.

Naoya sighs at finally being taken in – you should be grateful he even fingered you – his hands guiding your head to bob up and down him.

You do well at pleasing him even through the tears, clutching at his thighs while you suck in his length and swirl your tongue around the prominent veins. Naoya watches with hooded eyes as your cheeks hollow just to take his whole length in – and again, you’re a natural – so eager to please him too when you keep pushing and pushing, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

His muscles ripple above you while he lets out a long, drawn out groan, nails scratching your scalp. You feel him twitch inside you and that’s when he takes over, snapping his hips ruthlessly until you’re left gagging and sucking his cock helplessly.

Your saliva is dribbling at the edges of your mouth, looking so fucked out and whore-like while he pushes himself to the edge. He doesn’t care that you’re choking and your eyes are zooming out of focus from not being able to breathe. He doesn’t care that you could die from asphyxiation, he doesn’t care because you’re his sacrifice – if you can’t even do this simple thing, then how else could you prove you’re worthy to live?

You know this too because you force yourself to breathe through your nose instead, wanting to show that you are worthy, that you can please and take him however he pleases you to.

Naoya isn’t stupid, he can see what you’re doing and can read your mind even in his lust-driven state. Nothing edges him more than a good, submissive whore. Now that he knows you’re willing to do anything without complaints, Naoya pulls his cock out just seconds away from orgasm, pushing you back into the mat with a grunt.

“You’re so fucking good for me,” he hisses and pushes both your legs to the side, your body bent and pussy left open for him.

Naoya groans as he slides himself inside you. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but your virgin cunt is still too tight and new to this that you scream around him, subconsciously clenching around him harder.

“You’d do anything for me, yeah?” he challenges, cupping your face while he rams into you hard, uncaring that your walls are beyond abused and a ring of blood is already coating his cock. This isn’t the first time he’s taken someone’s purity, but this is the first time he’s had someone look gratified that he’s hurting them, fuelling him to fuck harder into you despite the steady stream of tears down your face. “Look at you – so obedient,” he pinches your nipples and rolls them between fingers, growling at the way your pained moan sounds more like an encouragement for him to go harder. “You want to please me so bad you don’t care I’m hurting you? Are you so eager to worship me that you won’t even stop me?”

“N-no, my lord,” you manage through the pain, regulating your breathing as you completely break down in tears. Naoya is hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your insides feel like they’re about to burst, and he takes note of this, pinching your clit just to get you to clamp down on him. “Please – use me however you want – please.”

Naoya smirks, pressing your knees flat on the ground before he hovers above you, forearms planted beside your head. At any other given moment, he prefers to fuck his sacrifices with their face planted on the ground because he can’t bear to see how disgusting they are, but you – you’re so damn beautiful it puts his fellow gods to shame.

Now yours is a face he’d like to keep looking at, so he roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them with his fingers, kissing your puckered lips and nipping at them.

You taste heavenly too; his servants did a good job of choosing honey as a gloss. Naoya greedily licks your lips until he’s shoving his tongue inside your mouth the same way his dick is ramming inside your walls, tight, puffy lips wrapped happily around his base.

You’re moaning inside his mouth as he squeezes your breast painfully. Never in your whole life have you thought that pain would feel so good, enticing you to moan louder when the sting finally subsides, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of his thick length rubbing against every ridge of your walls. Naoya pulls his face away from you, his cum and your saliva sticky on your face and he chuckles, the sound stuttered and breathy, brows drawn together.

He looks down to watch the way you accommodate him; this is by far the tightest and wettest cunt he’s ever fucked – ever will fuck – that he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with any random whore’s pussy anymore.

Naoya frowns as anger bubbles up inside him, hatred making his cock swell inside you because how dare you make him wish he won’t take anyone again.

He wants more – want to kill more people, want to fuck more virgins, want to have more blood showering his skin until he’s bathed in glory and gore, but even though you’re the one he’s destroying, he’s slipping on the edge, too lost and hypnotized at the way your tight walls suck him in. Your moans don’t help either; they’re breathy and whiny, so defeated yet so eager to have more that Naoya grips your hips tight enough he might’ve cracked a femur from his godly strength.

Your scream this time is that of pain and loss, grappling on the sheets while white bursts through your eyes. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you overwhelmingly and you fall limp to the sheets, your translucent cum soaking his cock along with the previous blood, but Naoya doesn’t stop.

He keeps slamming into you until you’re mute from oversensitivity, hands cold with sweat and eyes empty while he uses you as his own fuck toy.

He gets there eventually, the room painted with his groans followed by a feral snarl, the rhythm of his thrusts turning sloppy and unbalanced. Naoya stills inside you after burying himself to the hilt, his crotch angrily rubbing at your pelvic bone as he cums. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed spilling inside you in thick spurts. Naoya pulls out with a slight wince, scoffing at the mess you’ve made on his precious dick, but he’s forced to soften a little when he sees both your cum spilling out your hole in a messy puddle, the liquid coating your ass.

Meek as always, you don’t move a muscle when Naoya spreads your legs open, inching his face close enough to watch the way your pussy stutters and legs tremble in front of him.

You’re absolutely ruined – the puffy lips spread out and hole still pushing out the remnants of his cum. He doesn’t bother pushing them back in, uncaring if he’ll get you pregnant or not because it’s not like matters to him. You are nothing but another body to fuck and dispose of under the river once he’s satisfied with you, but he surprises both you and him when Naoya suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he insists on keeping his seed right where they should be nurtured.

Now that he’s sure that will make your belly grow and provide him with a half-mortal heir, Naoya retrieves his robes and walks out the room, the slamming of the door shut similar to an impending doom of an imminent death.

But not yours.

You’ve fulfilled your duty as the death curse bearer of your clan; the greatest and most formidable weapon they’ve been carving to perfection the moment you’re born. The cracks in your bones and bruises on your body immediately heal as you turn to your side, chanting under your breath a hushed whisper of the words of your ancestors who’ve perfectly planned the death of the Zen’in God who’s made his people suffer for thousands of years.

They would be proud of you.

And as a body crashes outside the door followed by the frantic screams of his confused servants, you smile to yourself, falling into a deep sleep upon using your true gift.