#but the player beats him and so he smokes some weed realizes he's a woman and then she chills out /j

[lorebird]

hi lore hi hi hi you said hisui headcanon lore???? 👀👀👀 hisui hc lore please 👀 ty

HIIIII I was gonna draw some stuff for this but. Alas it is 6 am and god has seen fit to punish me for my hubris (cramps) so I’m just gonna distract myself writing this while I wait for the ibuprofen to kick in

So this is like. Completely out there bc it’s just me cherry-picking the series’ worldbuilding that I enjoy (and also completely changing it) for the sake of self indulgence <3

The Celestica people lived in ancient Hisui and were part of a trade network with the other regions. 3000 years ago, there was a war between Galar and Kalos that resulted in the darkest day and the ultimate weapon, and the news spread all over. A few centuries later, a traveller from Hisui came across the decimated weapon and its story. Idk who this character’s gonna be, probably a new OC bc I can't think of a canon character to throw this backstory onto

A bit of hc lore regarding how the ultimate weapon works: it's powered by infinity energy, the life force of pokemon, which is canon. I elaborate on that by having all infinity energy sourced from Arceus. Every pokemon is tied to it through the infinity energy necessary to live and exist (oh my god I just thought of the implications of this for manmade pokemon holy shit that's so cool I gotta think about this more), but some have more power than others. Legendaries (and maybe some mythicals?? I can't remember them all rn), which have power over nature/reality, have some of Arceus' own creation power tied into their infinity energy. All those mons are some of Arceus' thousand arms. This power can be harnessed by the ultimate weapon, which is how Lysandre intends to make the player immortal by powering it with Xerneas (so if someone powered an ultimate weapon with Kyogre, it could manipulate the oceans; if someone powered it with necrozma, it could manipulate light; etc etc)

So anyways -- the Hisuian came back and began building a new weapon, this time with the intent to create an entirely new world, just like Cyrus and Volo. Instead of a singular body like in Kalos, the three "petals" were placed around the region, equidistant from the temple of Sinnoh in the center. Each third was powered by one of the creation trio's orbs.

But tracking down those orbs was tough work -- the weapon-builder, who I'm just gonna call ZA for ease, reached out to historians and merchants to try and locate them (no one knew what they were up to at this point and what the orbs were intended for). Once all 3 had been found, the finders were told to bring them to a certain location at a specific time. At this point, ZA was at the temple of Sinnoh in the center of a region-wide weapon, and they fired.

Each third of the weapon created a crater, the three lakes. I made this shitty little representation like 3 weeks ago DHFJDKFK it's based off my vague memories of the nationwide transmutation circle from watching fma like 6 years ago

The weapon tore open a massive rift that kinda threw everything to shit, like having a spacetime distortion covering all of Hisui. This is the threat that the ancient hero mentioned in-game solved (I like the theory that the hero is Alder <3 so he was dragged in by the distortion like Ingo was, just. A couple thousand years earlier)

As for the people who delivered the orbs and were caught up in the blast -- idk who the lustrous globe holder was tbh, maybe I'll make them another oc if I don't find a character to chuck that lore onto. The one who had the griseous core was Volo; Cogita had the adamant crystal. Like AZ, they gained immortality from proximity to the weapon, but also inherited other elements of their respective pokemon's infinity energy. Cogita can see the past and future; Volo can access the distortion world. The theoretical third character could warp space or teleport.

The weapon firing and ensuing chaos killed off a lot of the Celestica people, and the remaining few had no stability in Hisui and so left for other regions. A few centuries before pla, the diamond and pearl clans' ancestors arrived, taking up the title of Celestica and upkeep of the temple of Sinnoh. I'd like to think that Cogita had passed on some of the ancient stories to them, which is how they know about the rift and hero from the past, as well as Dialga and Palkia (even though things got. A little misconstrued there)

[aperrywilliams]

A Normal Conversation Ch07 (Spencer Reid x Maxine Brenner)

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Chapter 7: The second date

Summary: Second date for Spencer and Max

Word Count: 2332

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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As he promised, Spencer was out of Max's school at 12:00 noon. Waiting in the same place as the last time. A few minutes later saw Max come out through the gate. Upon making eye contact they both smiled to each other. She walked over to where Spencer was.

"Hey… how are you?" said Max. “On time as ever Spencer" added.

"Hello. Yes, it's a habit on me... in case you hadn't noticed". Both grinned.

"It is a good habit I think. I admit it’s more hard for me..." Max said scratching her head.

"How have you been this morning? Are you ok?". She thought it was sweet of him asked her about it. She remembered their conversation from the night before over the phone.

“Yes, truly. I think I found myself just at a moment a bit distressing... but I'm fine now". Max said. “By the way... thanks. It helped me we could talk last night”.

"And it's what I intend us to do today" Spencer statement. “I have so many questions for you...". Max upped her eyebrows.

"Is it going to be some kind of FBI-style interrogation?" she joked. Spencer couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope not that kind of interrogation... shall we go?" he said quickly.

"Yeah, let’s go. We will walk there?”

"No, we’ll go in a cab. The place is a little further from here". After saying it, Spencer stopped a cab in front of them. He opened the door and invited her in first. Then he came in, closed the door, and the car moved when Spencer gave the driver instructions to get they were going.

Along the way Max told him the story of how she came art’s teacher at her school. Spencer thought it was reasonable she accepted the job in that circumstances.

"It was a good opportunity for you" he said.

“Yes, I needed to have my space and be independent and I think it was the best reason for me to make that decision. I had a good letter of recommendation too. That sure worked” said Max.

"But now you're not so comfy there..." said Spencer.

"I think I’m not" said Max, frowning. "And I think is because there is so much I could do with those children! But every time I propose something new I have someone at school who tells me that 'you can't', 'it's irrelevant', 'you have to worry about other things'… And so over and over again".

"Have you thought about what you would like to do, truly?" Spencer asked.

"So many times you would be surprised..." said Max. At that moment the cab stopped. They had reached their destination. Spencer paid and got off first, helping Max get off later.

They were in front of an Italian restaurant. Max looked at Spencer and couldn't help but joke.

"This time you’ll make sure you don't get hungry" They both laughed.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to take that risk again" said Spencer.

They walked towards the entrance and come into the place. It was not a big place, but it was very well decorated, very Italian style. Black and white photos of different people hung on the walls, possibly the owner's family of origin. There were checkered tablecloths on all the wooden tables. Chairs was wooden made too. A young woman approached Spencer and Max asking if they needed a table. Spencer nodded saying "for two, please". The young woman led them to one of the tables by a window, the one that faced the crowdy street. She handed them two menus and told them that the waiter would be taking their order soon.

They sat down and took the menus to see what they were going to eat. Max looked at the menu with an infinity of dishes on it and was not quite sure what to order.

"Any suggestions? So many options overwhelm me" Max asked. Spencer thought for a minute.

“If you ask me, I think the risotto at this place is fantastic. Although I traditionally choose pasta, I like it more”. At that point the waiter came to take their order. Max heeded Spencer's suggestion and chose a risotto with four cheeses sauce, while Spencer ordered his traditional pasta with putanesca sauce. To drink they asked for water and juice.

“I think I had already asked you in the cab, but now we could return to the subject. What would you like to work on?" Spencer asked.

"I've thought so many things" said Max, sighing. "From the most unlikely to very simple ideas". Spencer looked interested, waiting for her to continue talking. "For example, did you know in museums and theaters there are programs that encourage children's bond with arts as a way to integrate soft skills they cannot acquire at school?".

"I suppose it's reasonable to think of something like that given museums and theaters aren't going to survive long in this digital era otherwise" Spencer said.

"Sure, it may be a business plan for them, but despite it I think this kind of measures can help expand children's minds and connect them with things more sensitive than math’s... I would love to do something like that...". Saying it Max paused for a second. "Of course... no offense" finished saying. Spencer smiled at the last sentence.

"Are you saying it because I like math?... Ok, I think I can forgive you that" he said jokingly. Max smiled.

"I've also had crazy ideas like going to Los Angeles for artistic painting on the shore of the beach, smoking weed, like I did when I was younger...". Spencer stared at her trying to know if what she was saying the truth or teasing him. She noticed it and decided to challenge him. "Okay, Dr. Reid, Mr. Profiler... those I just said, is it true or a lie?". Spencer accepting the challenge scrutinized her eyes and body language. He watched her carefully and silently for a few minutes. Max couldn't help but blush feeling his eyes so meticulously look on her.

"It is… true!" Spencer sentenced, surprised himself by his finding. Max smiled sheepishly.

"Clearly there are things I did in my youth I'm not very proud of today ..."

"I am not going to judge you. I have no moral for it. I've also done things I'm not proud of…”said Spencer. At which he quickly regretted saying it. Max was about to question him when the waiter arrived with their order. "Our dishes!" Spencer said quickly "…Now you’ll tell me if my recommendation was good for you or not"

Max didn’t want to do her own questionnaire on him. She was hungry and preferred to focus on food. Apparently Max's plate had been a good recommendation, since he was enjoying it with great need. Spencer was also concentrated on his own plate. From moments to time he looked up to see how Max was enjoying her food.

"I owe you one. It was an excellent suggestion” said Max taking a sip of the juice that had been brought while they was eating.

"I’m happy you liked it" said Spencer pleased. After she wiped her lips with the napkin. Max started to speak again.

"Well then... FBI. And you travel a lot you told me. Do you like it?"

"My job? Too much. I love it. Travel is something you get used to… or at least you should get used to” said Spencer.

"And if you do profiles to catch murderers... isn't that like 'playing' at being them and thinking like them?"

"In fact, that's what we do". Spencer noticed Max frowning. "I know... it could be heard as very morbid thing... but the truth is... being difficult and unpleasant as it could be... sometimes... I think someone has to do it".

"I am not going to question it. I think it as a very dedicated job and it is good there are people like you who do it…”. Spencer looked at her knowing there was a ‘but’.

"But…?" Spencer asked.

"The thing is... how can you deal with it?... I mean, in your daily life". Spencer thought about it a few seconds before answering.

"I don't know... I guess trying not to think about it too much. At least I try… ” Spencer said.

"But you have those dreams..." said Max. ‘Touché…’ thought Spencer.

"Eh… yes. I think sometimes it just beats you... a little...". Spencer lowered his head and thoughtfully for a few moments. Max knew had struck a tough matter so she wanted to change the subject.

"Okay. I think we shouldn’t have to talk about work" She looked at him and gave him a smile. He smiled too. "What do you like to do when you are not traveling?"

"Wow... ok. I love to read, a lot. I have a small and interesting collection in my apartment”

"I can imagine it... and I bet it's bigger than you say, since I think it couldn't be any other way" said Max.

"One of these days I’ll invite you to my apartment and you’ll realize I’m not underestimating my collection...". Spencer paused for a few seconds, hoping it didn't sound like an overly explicit invitation. Apparently Max took it very naturally.

"It would be nice to see that, although I could bet you do have a giant collection..." Max laughed. "Well, what else…?"

“Uhm… I like to watch old movies sitting on my couch eating popcorn. I also like listening classical music on an old record player I have… sometimes I write little case reports for my classes…” said Spencer.

"No offense, I think I'm beginning to understand why your therapist told you to go out more..." Max said with some caution to try not to make Spencer feel bad. He just laughed out loud.

"The truth is… I like my place. I think it has everything I need for when I'm not at work. Even though…"

"Even though …?"

"Even though I think walking in the park and talking with you could also be one of my new favorite activities...". Max couldn't help but blush, knowing perfectly well what he was referring to.

Spencer couldn't help saying it either and though it might seem like he was flirting but he really was convinced of how good a practice like that had done to him. Gratitude perhaps? He thought was clear it could be more than that. Her eyes captivated him. When she speak… the passion was clear in her words. She looked secure, defined in life... he, in other hand, being the genius he was, felt he lacked. "Had she suffered much in her life?" he wondered. He hoped not. He inadvertently felt a need to protect her but he was not sure why,  because it was clear that she didn’t need any man to protect her.

Time had gone by too quickly for both of them. When Max saw the clock on her phone realized if she did not leave at that moment would be late for class.

"I have to go now, the next class is in 20 minutes" said Max. Spencer gestured for the waiter to bring over the check. "Thank you so much for lunch" she said while was getting up from the chair. Spencer rushed to stop her.

"Wait, I'll go with you…"

"Spencer, it is not necessary, I can take a cab outside…".

“Let me go with you. I brought you here. At least let me take you back” said Spencer.

"I'm not going to get lost, if that's what worries you…" Max said jokingly. The waiter had brought the check and Spencer was paying with his credit card.

"I know you're not going to get lost... it's just that...". The waiter finished processing the payment and left. "Let me go with you".

Max didn’t understand why so much insistence by him. Under normal conditions she would believe this excess courtesy was a typical tactic of male conquest, but in Spencer it’s looks like very natural. There was no way he was faking politeness.

She finally agreed to have Spencer's company in a cab. The funny thing is throughout the trip none of them spoke. They only gave each other furtive glances hoping the other didn't notice. Despite that the trip wasn't awkward. Apparently they liked having that kind of company even if they was silent. Max felt in comfort with his company even though they knew each other so little. She wondered if he would feel something similar.

When they got back to school it was almost 3:00 p.m. They both got out of the taxi. Max was in a bit of a rush, but she didn't want to be rude, so she let Spencer walked with her to the entrance. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds.

"Thanks for the lunch. I had a great time with you today… and the risotto was totally worth it” said Max smiling.

"No problem. Thanks to you for stand me all these hours…” Spencer said jokingly. Max couldn't help but patting his arm.

"Hey! Don't say that. You don't seem to be torture after all”. Max laughed.

"Good to know it... Ok, I'm leaving so you can go to your class”. Spencer moved closer so he could kiss her on the cheek. He hesitated a few seconds, but when he saw that she was approaching him, he decide to do it. It was a short but very warm and pleasant kiss.

Goodbye Spencer. Take care” Max said before turning and come into the school. It was just time to start her class.

"You too..." Spencer managed to say, although in a voice so soft and low that hardly she heard it. Then, with his hands in his pockets, he began his walk in search of a cab to return to work.

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[makorays]

A List of Short Bios for a Bunch of OCs so People Actually Know What I’m Talking About Whenever I Mention Them on Streams or Whatever

These are all from the Savage Worlds tabletop campaign known as The Initiative that my friends and I play. It is a modern day sci-fi story involving aliens and cosmic horror cults. The basic premise is that some very important Scellor tech was stolen and found its way to Earth, and the Scellor government contacted Earth’s government to warn them they will have to wipe out their planet if the tech isn’t recovered in time. Thus an initiative was formed consisting of renowned Earth military figures as well as Scellor volunteers to try and locate it.

The Scellor are a race of aliens originally created by a man by the name of Jukashi for tgchan. Joe discovered them and decided to write a tabletop story in that universe. He may have taken a couple artistic liberties here and there for the sake of better fitting things into his own story. Scellor are green psychic aliens with a whole bunch of neat traits I won’t go into but you can read about them here if you want: https://questden.org/wiki/Scellor

Onto the actual bios:

Sofie Edelstein

The commander of The Initiative. Over a century ago, her father revealed to her and her two sisters (Teri and Tara) that he was the head of an “angel”-worshipping cult known as Erleuchten. When Teri and Tara showed hesitance in joining it, her father killed them. Sofie joined, but plotted to sabotage the cult from the inside. Some time later she became a preserved brain, got digitized, and obtained a robotic body. Now she’s a 6′ tall 400 pound robot with advanced combat capabilities. She created a series of androids with artificial intelligence based after her late sister Tara, but none have gained sentience. Was the leader of Poland’s military as a day job. She was working for The Initiative from the inside as an Erleuchten leader, but got found out and now lives with us. She’s done a hell of a lot of sleeping around through all her years, but eventually decided to get into a long-term relationship when she met Stan.

Minyaxl

My OC. Minyaxl is a Scellor combat medic with renowned psionic healing abilities who decided to volunteer and help out the humans, partially out of kindness and partially to have a chance to demonstrate his abilities to a less advanced race. He started out as this 5′0″ little bitch who was super full of himself but his confidence has been beaten into the dirt on numerous occasions; most notably when he realized that humans, unlike Scellor, do not reincarnate after death, meaning he’s been sentencing people to oblivion during every combat mission. He’s since become desperately obsessed with saving as many lives of sentient, non-reincarnating beings like humans as possible, even if it means jeopardizing operations. He routinely finds himself at odds with his squadmates, particularly Valerie, due to their perceived lack of interest in non-lethal solutions to problems. He is the closest Scellor can get to typical human romance with Thael.

Katherine Dawson

Cey’s OC. Katie is a combat medic who was taken as a POW by a terrorist group and later forcibly enlisted into The Initiative for her abilities. She’s sort of the mom of the group. Everyone else in arbiter squad has some form of extra-ness to them and she’s the straight-woman who holds them together. She has a knack for bossing around idiots due to her upbringing with rambunctious siblings in a Japanese-American household. Dual wields pistols and does not take shit from people. Is girlfriends with Teri.

Johannes B. Otto

Kyle’s OC. It's sometimes easy to mistake Johannes for a confused German tourist. During quiet hours, he spends his time complaining about No Smoking signs and combining multiple quarter-pound patties into single full-pound burgers. But get in his way and you'll find that he's less "tired, goofy dad" and more "towering, ruthless brute". Withhold information during an interrogation, and he'll start calmly searching for a pair of pliers. Try to hurt him or his squadmates, and he'll shut you in a storage locker with a live grenade and then feel zero remorse for the gory soup that spills out (a tactic that has since been affectionately referred to as the "Deutsche Oven"). It should also be noted that Johannes is not a patient man. If we’re ever at a standstill with deciding how to proceed, he’ll start jumping a fence to go beat the shit out of a guard before taking all his clothes and spanking him until his ass is red.

Valerie Mimieux

Ragu’s OC. Valerie is a woman of class. She’s a French spy who likes expensive things and is passionate about cooking. She has a habit of flying way off the fucking handle and doing some reckless impulsive shit or just generally acting like a psycho. Will sometimes single out a particular enemy that did something to piss her off and then beat the hell out of their corpse long after they’re dead. She has raced Yakuza gang leaders for the right to win their car and then nonchalantly gunned them down when they decided to get revenge. She somehow manages to slither her way into acquiring ludicrous amounts of currency during her operations, and wants to one day take over all of Europe. Has a pet german shephard named Steve who used to be a guard dog for the enemy until she offered him a treat. She is alien-gay for Adiira.

Fayaiy

Selena’s OC. Fayaiy is a bounty hunter who crash landed on Earth and temporarily joined the cause before disappearing off to who knows where. She’s super goofy and sort of comes off as a happy-go-lucky foreigner who doesn’t entirely grasp English but loves to vibe with everyone regardless. LOVES Family Guy, thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. On multiple occasions she got faced on weed in the men’s bathroom with Stan, who I’m pretty sure still assumes she’s a trans guy because she didn’t seem to understand human gender symbols on doors. Has a pet black cat named Peanut who she took with her when she left.

Teri Grimm

A state of the art android who is so human-like you wouldn’t even know her body’s innards were synthetic unless you looked at them under a microscope. The commander’s first creation to gain sentience, and The Initiative’s token robot hacker waifu. Everybody loves Teri. She’s polite, incredibly intelligent, and has a face you just really want to protect, although she can hold her own in battles with superhuman strength. She’s rather unlucky though. Is girlfriends with Katie.

We’re actually currently playing a reboot of The Initiative. The first go around happened a few years ago, didn’t last as long, and featured the following five characters as our player characters. They did not function very well as main characters but work quite well this time around as quirky side characters.

Stan Ward

Ragu’s old OC. Stan is one of the most extra people to ever exist, roughly tied with only Bruce and Vulohon. A true American, he’s a mad bastard of a soldier who loves drugs and driving, often at the same time. Once, several members of The Initiative went out to town to relax and have fun, and he almost immediately got into trouble with the police, being chased off into the night. He came back later after swimming his way back to the base, crabs stuck to various parts of his soaking body with their pinched claws. Was somehow man enough to satisfy a 6 foot tall 400 pound 160+ year old android’s sexual desires to the point that he became her boyfriend.

Bruce Reistill

Kyle’s old OC. Bruce is an abrasive asshole who will never ever let a villain get more than 5 words into their monologue before interrupting them with something along the lines of “now y’see here I think the problem we’re having is that you keep on talking when you really shouldn’t be so I think it’d really be in all of our best interests if I were to just go ahead and...” before drawing his revolver that he nicknamed Banger.

Vulohon

The old OC of Roll, our long lost friend who just sorta disappeared to do his own thing in life. Vulohon is a fucking dumbass. He’s basically if Knuckles from Sonic Boom was an edgy anime himbo. The first time we saw him, he was doing the cool guy thing where you lean back in your chair and sharpen a blade. The second time we saw him, he was doing the same thing, but this time was sharpening a glock. The third time it was a trash can. He owns a legendary energy battle axe and can use psionic energy to generate explosions wherever he wants, but almost all of his fighting tactics involving picking up dudes and throwing them at other dudes. Either that or ripping off car doors and swinging them at people.

Stan, Bruce and Vulohon are all best bros. They moved their beds into the rec room and turned it into the Boys Room, where they sit in the hot tub together and behave heterosexually.

Thael

My old OC. Thael is a scientist who has no personality or emotions, but a really great ass. He’s a husk of a formerly optimistic young student who lost the ability to feel things after a shady government organization recruited him and forced him to conduct awful, sometimes murderous experiments on unwilling Scellor. Everyone is creeped out by him, but Minyaxl’s virgin horniness was enough to push past that as he felt love at first sight (with Thael’s back turned to him) and pursued relations with him. Thael opened up to him and Minyaxl decided to do his best to help him regain his former self. He’s getting there.

Pamiil

Selena’s old OC. Pamiil is an optimistic pacifist healer who never really got all that much screen time but she is cute and must be protected. She loves* Setel.

*by which i again mean the closest scellor equivalent to love which i guess is sorta just close friendship where you also fuck but they’re also capable of feeling proper love it’s just weird and can lead to psionic feedback loops if they’re not careful

(the following 5 pics were drawn by selena)

https://butamakingart.tumblr.com/

Orvon Valasma

The captain of the ship that a mysterious third party (referred to as the Scellor Freelancers, consisting of her, Adiira and Setel) arrived on. She’s 7 feet tall and has robotic legs that can extend to make herself even taller and run super fast. Somewhat stoic, and has gotten into fights with Adiira, but still cares deeply for her friends. The freelancers were originally at odds with The Initiative as they (somewhat rightfully) believed that we were doing a sloppy as hell job of things, but they eventually decided to join forces.

Adiira M’vora

A deadly assassin who, due to being born in the Ayaar caste, was forced to carry out political assassinations against people the Scellor government suspected of being potential state enemies. It got to her so she went rogue and is a bit of a wreck. She owns a legendary sword called Blue Midnight that can cut through the very fabric of space, and has various other psionic space manipulation abilities. She is human-gay for Valerie.

Setel Tunsai

An absolute chad of a man, standing at a towering 5′0″ (which is stupidly tall for his Orthan caste). Setel is a powerful psionic who excels at manipulating social outcomes, either through exceptional diplomacy or good old fashioned mind control. He has a talent for helping people with their emotional problems, and has acted as a therapist for people like Adiira and Thael. He is beloved by all. Is small lovefriend of Pamiil.

Korhan

Horrible. Piece of shit bitch bastard. Rightfully dead. Korhan used his position as an Ayaar operative as an excuse to live out all his sadistic fantasies. Worked in the evil-ass facility that used people like Thael to carry out their horrible experiments, and made implied rape threats to Thael if he thought about not doing his job. Responsible for everything that’s wrong with Djylana. Planted a tracking device on Minyaxl to find the location of The Initiative’s base, then came in and slaughtered innocent people for the fun of it before taking a bunch of hostages. He used them to try and make us hand over Adiira and Thael for betraying their government but we managed to clutch things out and put him in the dirt. Also he could stop time. Was basically Dio.

Djylana

Korhan’s partner in crime. A bloodthirsty animal he used to carry out much of his dirty work. After she was killed, while Korhan was lying on the ground just before Thael unloaded two magazines into him to finish him off, he said that she was his finest work, that we would never be able to truly stop her, that she would not rest until every single one of us was murdered. He had installed something called Echotech into her, allowing her soul to stay attached to her body after its death. She got up and started freaking out because her only “friend” had been killed, ready to kill us all, when MVP Fayaiy came in with the hug and helped us manage to convince her that Korhan was a piece of shit and we could be actual friends to her. She came around, like an abused guard dog finding a compassionate master, and now lives in the base as a decaying zombie. We convinced the commander to let her in despite her crimes and to also eventually make a robot body for her. She was unsure if she wanted to let us do that until someone brought up the fact that it would be the biggest middle finger we could possibly give to Korhan, at which point she vehemently agreed. I hope his piss stain of a soul somehow knows that his ace in the hole was defeated by the power of friendship.

IO

Satan.

There are other characters that I may or may not include in the future, but those are the most prominent ones.

[imagineaworlds]

01 //Brakebills

summary: Olivia Grace is a motherfucking Magician. Yeah, she’s British. Yeah, she’s got a LOT of secrets-- but doesn’t everyone? And she’s totally fucked up.

pairing: margo hanson x female!oc

word count: 2,446

warnings (for entire series): cursing. drug and alcohol use. drug and alcohol abuse. sex.

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Grace couldn’t tell you where she was even if she wanted to. She stood in a tree line, bushes scratching at her bare knees through the ripped skinny jeans, and leaves fell from the trees above her. The warm weather gave her the odd reaction of sweat, something she had never experienced in either England nor New York.

It was a school that much she knew. From the students smoking weed on the lawn to jocks playing soccer on the field in front of her, it was a college campus, but one she was not familiar with. She was discerned by someone across the lawn, a boy sprawled across a stone slab with the words “Brakebills” and “University” engraved on it. Grace stepped out from the woods and neared the sideline of the soccer field. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Nerds looked up from their textbooks, junkies stopped smoking and instead let their buds waste while they stared at her, and the soccer players stopped passing the ball and yelling at one another. It was an uncomfortable, almost a fictional quiet, one you only see in the movies. Grace wasn’t the pretty prom queen or the psychotic manic on the loose like in such movies. She was just Grace, a simple girl from Manchester, and a loner like all the cliches you see and read about.

Grace saw some of the boys on the field whispering about her to their fellow teammates, while others waited for someone to move or say something. “Who are you?” the boy who trapped the soccer ball with his feet, had asked.

Grace took a second to respond, “Olivia Grace. Who…” Grace struggled to find words. She was lost and confused, alone and surrounded by strangers. She only assumed that acting calm was better than spewing questions left and right. “Where am I?”

The boy, who had been sunbathing on the Brakebills University sign, sped to the soccer field and pushed past some of the players, sporadically checking them out as he did so. When he stood precisely before Grace, he spoke. “Mm… Fresh meat. Well, sorry to break it to you, hun, but you’re two months late for the Entry Exam.”

“En— Entry Exam?” she questioned.

The boy sighed and rolled his eyes, “My name’s Eliot, but I can assume that you will not remember that by this time tomorrow, so…” Eliot was a tall, slim boy in his early twenties. His hair had black curls that bounced with each step he took and fell in his face, deliberately covering his eyes until he moved it. His eyes were a light brown, borderline hazel color. Eliot was a preppy guy, but the cigarette in his hand ruined the illusion, and the flask in his belt never helped either. He smoked repeatedly, as if addicted, and occasionally drank whatever concoction he had created earlier that morning. He wasn’t a poster student, but he wasn’t a lonely druggie like Grace was. Despite the addictions, he was still a bubbly type, perfect for greetings and first impressions.

Then abruptly, out of thin air, a tall man appeared. He was well dressed with a black suit, white shirt, and black tie. Fashioning dark circles around his eyes as though he were wearing glasses or goggles for a long period. No hair, and as he adjusted his tie, Grace lastly noted that his hands had burn scars on them. “Ah, Ms. Grace,” the man smiled. “My name is Henry Fogg, but you can address me as Dean. I run this establishment of education for magic. If you would please follow me and Eliot.”

Eliot looked surprised, “You want me to come as well?” he laughed, “I have classes.”

“Mr. Waugh, the last time you attended class was the first class of the year. I’m sure you won’t be missed,” Dean Fogg told him calmly, “Ms. Grace,” he swung his arm out to the side and moved his body, inviting her to walk. She struggled to keep up with the Dean and Eliot because they knew the area better than she did, and she was too afraid to leave them in a place she didn’t know.

“Where am I?” Grace asked.

“Up state New York,” Eliot responded.

“Up state New York? And the weather looks like this?” Grace looked up at the sky and admired the clear air and bright blue atmosphere. The clouds were big, white, and fluffy. On the ground, the trees were a vibrant green and the grass was neatly cut evenly. The sun beat down on them, lightly burning Grace through her black clothes.

Eliot sighed, but continued to walk. “What’s your name?”

“Olivia. But I hate that name.”

“So what do you prefer?” Dean Fogg questioned.

“Grace.”

It began a few days ago with her brother. They were out for lunch and coffee at the Yonder Wander Coffee Shop,  just as every Wednesday at 11 o’clock. He stood to buy her another cup, but then everyone and everything froze. The image burned into her brain, it was something no one could forget. A man and his husband were arguing profusely, and she could remember their acrimonious tones. One lady, who was drinking a cup of coffee alone, had her cup too close to the edge of the table that it was about to fall down on the floor, which would spill everywhere. However, that cup, too, was frozen. Much to Grace’s surprise, she could stand and walk about, different from the rest of the shop. She walked to her brother and popped out to scare him so he moved. But instead he continued to stand like a statue, frozen in time. It was after she waved her hand and snapped her fingers in front of his face when everything went back to normal. There was a loud scream on the other side of the room from the lady who had knocked her drink when she finally noticed it once it spilled all over the floor and herself. The husbands who argued, paused to looked at the woman, and then looked over at Grace to see she had magically teleported.

“Woah.” Liam, Grace’s brother, stumbled back. “How’d you do that?” he asked.

“How did I do what exactly?” she became distracted by figuring out what had just happened. “I’ve been standing here the entire time.” Liam scanned his sister, seeing right through her lies. “What?” she widened her eyes and flailed her arms around, “Am I some kind of stranger to you?”

“Are you high again?” Liam questioned, before realizing he didn’t actually want an answer. “Never mind.”

After that, everything kept freezing when she waved her hand for a taxi, waved up at the camera to her apartment hoping her landlord would let her in, because she forgot her key at lunch. It was like a switch turning on and off, and she was the one flipping it up and down.

Grace looked between Dean Fogg and Eliot, confused. She didn’t know if she should laugh or call the cops. The two men showed her to a giant building that lead into a ballroom, which was temporarily being used for an exam room. Dean Fogg showed her to a front table and pulled the chair out for her. She watched as he moved to the front of the room and took a seat, and then she looked behind her to see that Eliot was lounging on a few chairs in the back of the room, his sunglasses on. She wondered what or who they were waiting for, but she continued to sit silently. After a long time, the dean was checking his watch impatiently.

“Well, I suppose you can start without him,” Dean Fogg spoke up, startling Grace after the lull of quiet. He moved his right hand gently across his arm and then quickly trapped his fingers in an oddly shaped triangle and then pulled his fingers together. A blue notebook and a #3 pencil appeared and both had engraved on them: Olivia Grace. She gripped the pencil and opened the notebook to the first page. It was calculus. Easy enough, Grace thought to herself.

Just as she was about to write answers, the door to the ballroom flung open and Grace caught a glimpse of a proud and beautiful girl standing there. She was smiling at the dean and then at Eliot. She wore a tight red shirt, a size too small; ripped black skinny jeans, and Doc Martens red velvet boots. Jewelry covered her neck and upper chest, just above her shirt collar. Bangle bracelets stacked up her lower arm, and one had a chain which led from her wrist to her index finger where there was a ring. Her straightened brown hair rested softly against her shoulders, parted directly even with her nose.

“Margo, if you would please show the boy to his seat next to Ms. Grace,” Dean Fogg’s voice echoed. Margo smiled more widely than before and pulled someone in by their jacket sleeve. A boy with blonde hair came stumbling in, struggling to catch his footing. He stood up and Grace immediately recognized him.

“Liam?” Grace inquired.

Liam ran to her as she stood, and soon after embraced her. “What are you doing here?” He was completely bewildered by the fact that she was there with him, and not that magic was real.

Their conversation was interjected by Dean Fogg clearing his throat, and the siblings looked at him. He gestured for them to take their seats, which they unwillingly did, and Grace could hear Margo whispering to Eliot, impressed that Grace and Liam were twins. Grace reopened her exam and completed it over two to three hours later; however, Liam finished it in less than an hour. Grace thought it might be all the drugs that were finally working, but she wondered why her imagination would make an entirely new world just for a hallucination. When they finished, Eliot led Grace from the exam room and down a hallway to a small office, while Margo took Liam somewhere unknown to her. A professor with strawberry blonde hair, bright red lipstick, and a tight black dress walked into the office, a file in one hand and Grace’s exam in another.

“Well, Olivia—” the professor began.

“Grace,” she interrupted in a rude fashion. “I go by Grace.”

“Well, Grace… My name is Professor Sunderland. And your exam is most impressive, truly. I'm sure Dean Fogg wishes he could be here, but he’s speaking with your brother,” she said as she took a seat behind the desk in front of Grace. “So tell me about yourself, Grace. When did you discover magic? Was it your parents who told you?” Sunderland interrogated.

“My parents?” Grace laughed, “No, my mum and stepdad had no clue what this is, I can assure you. And besides, they’re dead… so what does it matter?”

Sunderland raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She quietly opened the file with Grace’s name on it, and slowly flipped through the pages, humming as she did so. Grace rolled her eyes then tapped her foot impatiently. The short professor had reached the end of the file and looked disappointed, so she started over, wasting time. Grace oddly enough did not recognize the toon she was humming, which made her wonder who this woman really was beneath the smile she was so clearly faking.

“Ah!” Sunderland cheered, “Found it. See?” she asked, turning the file to Grace. She pointed to a line and said, “Your parents were alumni here. They both attended Brakebills, long before my class, of course, but still. Your mother is well known on this campus.”

Grace laughed again, suddenly figuring that this woman was insane, “Sure.”

“I have a question for you, Olivia… Why do you think you just now appeared at Brakebills? The official entry exams were two months ago, so what makes you so different?”

Grace was silent. She wanted to respond, and she wanted the luxury of knowing that there was some kind of answer buried in her brain, but there was nothing. Her brain ran a blank, and she couldn't think of a single reason her parents never told her about Brakebills University, why Liam seemed so comfortable on campus, and why some strange professor was bombarding her with questions when they had only met a few minutes prior. But no matter the case, Sunderland sat quietly, waiting for any kind of response, but there was none. Grace just shrugged her shoulders and gave the small and gracious woman an attitude which she surely didn’t deserve.

“Please, try some magic. Any kind of magic.”

“I don’t know magic,” Grace retorted, her voice as sharp as knives. Well the drugs, which she thought were finally kicking in, were only just subsiding, making Grace easily agitated.

Sunderland sighed and stood. She walked around the desk and began circling the room. “Your insolence is what will get you in trouble here at Brakebills. We encourage cooperation, and not recklessness. Eliot is not a great example of that, I suppose, but we make do. Now, do some magic.” She stopped circling the room once she was behind Grace. “Come on, Olivia, do something.”

Grace’s blood boiled, “I don’t like being called Olivia…”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. You know, mumbling is a bad thing, Olivia.”

“Stop it!” she demanded, throwing her hands on the desk and then turning around. Out of anger, she instinctively snapped her fingers in Professor Sunderland’s face, causing her to freeze. Grace was breathing heavily, ashamed that she had let that get out of hand. She quickly reached into her boot and grabbed some of the pills she snuck to lunch with her brother but forgot to take out. Frantically, and with a brief struggle, Grace got the bottle open, but the pills flew everywhere. Grabbing what she could, she popped two in her mouth and drank a cup of water that had been sitting on Professor Sunderland’s desk. She sighed, and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to recover from the situation that had made her legs weak and her head hurt. Grace felt like shit.

Disturbed, Grace looked to the door as it slowly opened and creaked like in a horror movie. She looked over at it, past the frozen Sunderland, and saw Dean Fogg standing there. He didn’t look frightened, horrified, confused, or disappointed; instead, he looked pleased. Did this mean that Grace was no longer eligible to study at the university? No. Of course not, right? Grace was nervous until the Dean spoke.

“Well, Grace, I am truly impressed. Welcome to Brakebills University.”

[domiandsascha]

Wimbledon diary ~ Tuesday the 3rd of July 2018

If you've followed my adventures at the French Open (x x x x x), you must know I don't do short reviews so… You've been warned :D

I arrived at Wimbledon early, alone (because Jue, my partner in crime, had to work until 1pm) and super stressed. We had tickets for Court 1, which granted us access to every single court except for Centre Court and Court 2. The order of play on Court 1 was Kyle Edmund, then Petra Kvitova, then Novak Djokovic. Pretty good and Jue was super happy that she wouldn't miss the beginning of Novak's match. Also the program on the side courts was awesome. BUT. Massive BUT. Bigger than Domi's but-- Shut up Helene. BUT, on Court 2, Sascha, then Domi were playing. And, I mean… What are the chances of having the both of them, on the same court, the exact same day I'm attending a tournament? One percent? Well, that was the one, I couldn't miss it and I was ready to sell my soul to the Queen for a Court 2 ticket. Few problems: The Queen was nowhere to be found (although I've heard that Meghan was around that day, I should have looked for her). I had only one ticket to exchange which made my task trickier as people, weirdly, have friends and family. And mostly, Wimbledon officials are crazy uptight and bound by rules. So the one rule I heard over and over again during my first hour in the resort was "Tickets are not exchangeable". It felt like I was talking to robots. One guy even told me I would be removed if I were to try and swap my ticket outside of Court 2. Seriously? Dude, come on, have some weed and chill… Anyway, I usually like and follow rules but I decided to completely disregard this one. I made my way to Court 2, at the very end of the resort, and started my quest, using my sweetest smile and sweetest French accent. It was still quiet as matches hadn't started yet, but there were already people waiting outside the court. I truly believed my "Edmund + Djoko" combo was gonna be super appealing to British tennis fans but it turned out it wasn't. The five first persons I approached bluntly replied "Absolutely not. Court 2 is way better today!" Well, yeah, I know… but you guys aren't supposed to think the same! The only interested guy I found had a girlfriend who had no intention of spending the day away from him… It started to feel like I was gonna fail, when I spotted a woman, obviously on her own and who seemed nice enough to hear me out. When I asked if she would be interested on swapping for a Court 1 ticket, she replied "No." She paused, just the time for my heart to break again, and then she casually added "But I've got a spare ticket for Court 2 if you want." OMG. It was good I was wearing my sunglasses because I legit started tearing up. She refused my money offer and just gave it to me. I could have hugged her, but she didn't look like the hugging type and I didn't want to scare her to the point of changing her mind, as we were about to spend the day next to each other. But I gave her my Court 1 ticket, which she gladly accepted. OMG. I couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't process I was actually gonna see Sascha and Domi. I couldn't go and sit down yet. I needed to calm down. I needed a coffee, three cigarettes, a wee and a walk. So I left Court 2 to go and explore the resort I had barely looked at earlier, too obsessed with my mission. Gosh, Wimbledon is so so so pretty, all green and purple and flowery. It makes you want to drink all the Pimm's and eat all the strawberries (but to do so, you'd need all the money…). I crossed path with Rafa in an alley, the exact same way I had at Roland Garros : he was surrounded by security, followed by a crowd of fans, super close yet untouchable (I mean, I could have touched him, but I wasn't taking any risk to be actually removed by security now that I had my ticket haha). But my timing is always quite amazing! I tried to go to the fanzone, which is the only place where players stop for pictures and autographs on their way back from practice, but it was packed so I turned around. I went to sit and drink my coffee on the Henman Hill, because apparently, you cannot go to Wimbledon and not sit once on the hill, and then I went back to Court 2 to watch the second set of Jo Konta's match. I discovered how good my seat was and I tore up again. OMG I was so close!!!! Jo was lovely enough to win her 2nd set tie break so there it was : Sascha time! I think I lost plenty of brain cells when he walked on court. I don't need to describe how amazing he looked in his white kit, you've all seen the pictures, but. Wow. And his hair is just perfection. He's truly a piece of sunshine. The 1rst set was tight, but I was too happy to stress. Plus he was playing really good and won it. The way he "Come ooooooooon!" after he got the break destroyed what was left of my brain cells. He also yelled in Russian at some point, that was hot. I was a bit disappointed with the British crowd, way quieter than the French one. It was deeeeead. The only person I could hear was Hugo, Sascha's physio, and his constant "Allez, allez, allez!!!!" haha. I tried to scream "Come on Sascha!!" once and ten people turned to look at me like "what the hell are you doing girl?" so I kept cheering for him in my mind. There was something highly disturbing : whenever Sascha was on his chair, and even sometimes on the court, he was looking towards me. I'm not saying he was looking at me, I know he wasn't, there was no way I was standing out from the rest of the crowd, no. He was probably looking at the score board above me. But as it felt like it, I chose to believe he was looking at me haha. Fun. He won the 2nd set super easily and I totally called the 3rd set bagel. I said it to Claire, my ticket provider, and she didn't believe me. But I was right. Sascha was doing everything perfectly and his opponent wasn't doing much anymore. So straight sets stress-free victory. Thank you Sascha! I think the gods of tennis should make it a regular thing : if I attend one of my favs' match, my fav should always win easily, for the sake of my nails, my hair, my stomach and my sanity. That'd be super great. Yeah. That would have been great to ask the gods before the start of Domi's match… Oh sadness… But let's start at the beginning. D.o.m.i.n.i.c. First of all, he was clean-shaved. Clean-shaved Domi makes me weak, it's not even funny. Second of all, he looked like an angel who could sin at any second in his white kit and I. couldn't. handle. it. Third of all, I just love him so much, it's unreal. I spent the entire warm-up staring at him, my hand on my chest, smiling like an idiot, feeling blessed. If a therapist were to ask me where my happy place is, I'd say "On a tennis court bleacher, ten rows away from Dominic Thiem". Also, just like Sascha, he was looking in my direction all the time, so my heart was crumbling. I was legit talking to him, moving my lips and all, just in case he would actually look at me at some point and understand my motivation speeches haha (spoiler alert : he obviously didn't…). Now, the match itself. Well… Not gonna lie, it's way more fun to watch him on clay. I didn't have much expectations for Wimbledon but I believed he could at least beat Baghdatis. Until he got broken. And lost the 1rst set. Then got broken again. And lost the 2nd set… I was mad at him, yet still hopeful at first, but I quickly made my peace with the idea I was going to watch him lose badly. Because he wasn't "there". He wasn't yelling at himself or fist bumping like he does when he truly wants it. He looked so out of it. I couldn't understand why, as I hadn't made much of his fall in the first set. Sure, it had been quite a bad and scary one, but he had stood up so quickly and acted like it was nothing. So it was nothing to me. I went out for a smoke between the 2nd and the 3rd set so when my friends talked about the physio in our group chat, it was a massive and very unpleasant surprise. I rushed back in and… baby… <///3 He looked so small and fragile, it broke me (and also, how do I become a physio on call please??). The 3rd set started really badly and at this point, it just felt like watching the inevitable. So it was almost a relief when he retired. It was still sudden and heartbreaking and disappointing as I wouldn't have minded an extra set of clean-shaved white-wearing Domi. But it was safer, all things considered. A small consolation : I'm 90% sure Günter spotted me from the box. He was on the opposite of the court but right in front of me and looking in my direction super often (really, there probably was someone or something super attractive on my bleacher!). At some point I was standing to stretch my legs and Günter kind of froze and removed his sunglasses as if he wanted to have a better look. His eyes were clearly on me, but I got too shy to wave or nod, stupid me haha. So after a few seconds, he went back to his conversation with Alex. But yeah, I believe he had a flash of "I've seen this girl before" and as I still want him to adopt me, it really pleased me. I left the court immediately after Domi did and ran to the side courts area. Jue had arrived during Sascha's match. She had been to Diego's match, then Karen's match, but she was now on Court 1 for Djoko. I was a bit torn between Karen and Mischa vs PH. But they were closer and as I managed to find a seat in the first (and only haha) row, I stayed there. PH was already two sets up and playing amazing. I was cheering for both though. After Domi, it was soothing to watch this match. Both outcomes would have made me happy. I realized towards the end that Alexander Senior and Irina Zverev were six seats away from me. When Mischa lost, we left the court at the same time. I walked right behind them in the crowded alley (didn't have any other choice) then I passed them, but I turned around on an impulse. My friend Aline really wanted me to ask them if she could marry their youngest son, but I'm not that bold haha. I just said congratulations for Sascha's win and wished them luck for the rest of the tournament. Alexander thanked me five times and Irina just smiled, nicely. Next time Aline, next time… I saw Nadal again, standing on a bridge above an alley and being a sweetheart. Karen had won so I tried to go see Shapo but the queue for his court was huge. So I went to buy a Pimm's (thought Domi's heartbreaking match called for some comfort alcohol) and decided to try and push my luck because why not ? I texted Jue to get our gate-row-seat number on Court 1, thinking I could pretend I had lost my ticket or something (I knew Claire wasn't on my seat then). Didn't even need to. Perfect timing being perfect, I walked in with a group. The security guys were too overwhelmed to check tickets. Haha! Epic win! So I finally joined Jue and we watch Djoko destroy Sandgren and everything was right in the world. Then we tried Shapo again. Impossible again. So we went to the court where Benoit was playing. As we've certainly been blessed by all the gods of tennis, after two minutes, we were seated, front row, next to each other. Benoit was so much fun to watch hahahaha. We laughed a lot. And we cheered in French, really loudly, so after he won, he smiled at us and gave us a thankful thumb up. He didn't come to our side to sign stuff but he had to leave the court same way as the audience. He spent so much time in the alley, taking pictures and being amazing with fans. We both got a selfie with him. Gotta love Benoit. We went back to Shapo's court and queued, but we didn't have much hope to get in. Our only chance would have been for him to lose the 4th set and we couldn't wish that to happen. So we just spent fifteen minutes, listening to the cheering, chatting with a French fan and following the England football game on our phones. Shapo won and I made my way to the bleacher just in time to see him wave goodbye. That's something I guess haha. There was only one match still on : Sharapova on Court 2. And again, we decided to try our luck. They were still checking tickets at the doors, which I found silly and unfair considering half of the court was empty. British people and their rules… Anyway, I showed mine and hid Jue behind me so she managed to sneak in. Truly, we win at life. I didn't think someone could be as loud as Maria, but I was wrong. Vitalia Diatchenko is. Their long rallies were hilarious to listen to. It was kind of a shocker to see Vitalia win this one, but she played great tennis so that was well deserved. And… that was it. Tennis was over for the day. So we wandered around the resort and then we left, hungry, tired but so so so so so so so happy. We're going back tomorrow. We're on Court 1. And. OMG AGAIN ! They put Sascha on Court 1!!!!! Ahhhhhhh! I was so sure they wouldn't!!!! I'm so happy! We'll also see Simona's match and Kyrgios VS Nishikori. I mean, we probably won't watch this one as Karen will be playing on a side court. So will PH and Nico! And also, Dennis Novak didn't finish today so unless it collides with Sascha's match, I'm so gonna go cheer the hell out of my lungs for him (and ask Günter to adopt me). I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh and if you're watching Sascha's match, I'll be wearing my green Germany jersey so you might see me on TV (they kept showing jersey-wearing people during Angie and Sascha's matches yesterday) :D Thanks for reading and thanks for all your lovely messages and comments when I said I had managed to swap my ticket <3

[gxngster-ish]

Dream(s): Reveal

The first part of this dream was at a party, a huge party. The attendants were people from my family. This includes all the aunties and uncles from my mom’s side and dad’s side. And, strangely, it included everyone from the spouse’s side as well. Literally everyone was at this party. There was enough food to feed a village, enough chairs to seat a college auditorium class. But, surprisingly, the house that this party was at (it wasn’t my house or any of the other family member’s houses) was average size. The party was going on as usual, family members talking, children playing, older cousins hanging out, uncles having a conversation over beer, aunties laughing up a storm. Then my uncle Caesar walked in and greeted everyone, including me. It was then I realized that this house was on top of a massive cliff with no kind of railing to protect the fall whatsoever. Despite this, my sister was messing with me by scaring me by the edge. You know that thing that happens when you scare someone on top of a summit, you feel like you just fell. I kept begging my sister to stop doing this because it was dangerous as fuck, but she just mocked my begging. ‘Ohhhh it’s dangerous’, she said in her exaggerated posh British accent. My other cousin and my brother were also laughing with my sister, mocking me. It never occurred to me to get up and move to a different spot. My sister keeps doing this until the inevitable happens. I fall off the cliff while yelling something akin to ‘I told you so’ at the top of my lungs to my sister. I’m falling, which takes longer than expected, and finally hit the perilous rocks on the bottom. Miraculously, I survive with practically no injuries. It is then I remember something, I don’t know that I remembered, and I start to run. I run across the rocks until I get to this natural road leading up back the hill when an internal monologue starts playing. At the same time, everything is in bullet time from Max Payne. So I’m running through the neighborhood in bullet time looking for the house. It was then a car engine turns on behind me and noticeably starts following me, making revving sounds when I move up. So I decide to maneuver around the neighborhood trying to lose the car, which was a golden yellow ‘64 Impala. It felt like a video game in a way. I couldn’t get into any of the houses, so I assume I could only get into the house where the party was at. So now I was in a race against the menacing car to find the party. I came across this little stretch of houses that felt right. I was walking in the middle of the street like an idiot when the Impala came out of nowhere behind me at full speed. Needless to say, I started running. For some reason, it didn’t catch up to me even though I was running at a relatively slow speed. I came up to this one house through the garage door and lo and behold, it was the party. I knew because of all the Filipino’s as well as recognizing family members. I let out a sigh of relief as that part of the dream ends

Despite the last part of the previous dream, there was no smooth transition. I found my self in a car with 2 other passengers. The driver was pro Overwatch player Kephrii but I didn’t know the other 2 passengers because they were Kephrii’s friends. We were driving for about 3 minutes while everyone was talking to each other. I was in the front seat for some reason while all the friends were in the backseat, the arrangement did not fit at all. They were all badminton players and Kephrii had his racket in the front. He hit a bump and it fell on my feet, so I picked it up by the strings and he angrily, and at the same time worriedly, tells me not to pick it up by the strings. He was somehow caressing the racket and assessing the damage while still driving. I told him it fell and I just picked it up. He didn’t trip about it after that. After the 3 minutes of driving, we arrive to a rundown gated community with cars piled up all around the reception booth. I joked with Kephrii saying that I thought the cars were in line, he scoffed. The community was small with many twists and turns and was in ruins. All the buildings were rundown and seemed like they haven’t been maintained in about 50 years. Not a soul in sight, only ruined cars. We made many turns in the maze like community until we came up on this building with cars, new cars. In the cars were people smoking some substance that probably wasn’t weed and people having sex. We all got out of the car and Kephrii and his friends acted friendly with each other and acted like we didn’t just roll up on what seemed like a trap house. It was confusing because I assumed that they wanted to go to the gym, which this place looked nothing like. They brought their badminton gear and went toward the building but we were greeted by some Asian women who had some revealing clothing and didn’t speak English. Kephrii and friends were excitedly talking to some of the women and taking pictures. One of the women came up to me wearing gold shorts and a gold crop top. She came up to me very seductively and, without saying a word, lowers her shorts to revel her vagina but only to me. I was speechless. I saw Kephrii and friends taking pictures of the women doing similar things, and I took out my phone to do the same. But my phone was acting stupid and was very slow. Also, the lighting was a little dark so I tried turning on the flash. I thought I turned on the flash, but it turns out I didn’t, so I had to go back and turn on the flash and I took a picture. However it turns out the flash picture didn’t save into my phone so the only picture I had was a dark picture of something vaguely resembling a Asian women revealing her vagina by lowering her shorts. She giggled at this but not in a condescending way, but rather in a ‘it’s okay’ way. Funny how even though we didn’t speak the same language, we still understood each other, although in a vulgar way. 

After that fiasco we went inside. There is a little room that resembled an apartment living room that served as the lobby. It turns out that the place we wanted was right past this man who we had to pay $5 to enter. I didn’t think we had to pay money so I was digging in my wallet and eventually paid the fee. When we went to the other side, we were now in a really lively Asian restaurant with many waiters walking around. Pretty much every table was taken and I was simply dumbfounded because I did not expect this at all. I was now with some friends that I knew, although I do not remember who the friends were. It turns out that we were still looking for the gym and I recommended that we look around for it because we had to pay to get in here anyway. So we come across a corridor with several doors that employees kept walking through. I walk through one of them and I was in the same corridor except now I was in a really loud gym with tons of people working out in random corners as well as machines. There were huge screens above us showing advertisements and random things. There were also huge marble fountains where people were working out from inside them. What’s strange is that they acted like it was normal. There was also this one fountain where it could only fit one person and there was still someone working out inside it with normal clothes on. For some reason, the lighting in the room was very intimate, like it was illuminated by gas lamps. I walk down the original corridor where I was at and it served as the area between the female and male locker rooms. I saw one of my friends there and I suggested we still around for our friends. I walk into one of the rooms and barely catch a glimpse of a taking off her towel and revealing her ass (which was really nice) before immediately backing off with haste. I tell my friend that I just walked into the ladies locker room on accident, which was strange because there was no sign that suggested it was the ladies locker room when I entered, but when I got out, the sign was clear as day. It was then that I noticed people in the nude were everywhere and people were having sex in the open like it wasn’t taboo. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, the places in which these people were having sex were even weirder. There were people having sex in impossible places such as a ledge really high up. There were even beds where there were naked women who accepted any man who came into the bed with them. I saw a man take his clothes off right in front of me and climbed into a bed with a woman on it. I would be lying if I wasn’t tempted, but I didn’t go for it for some reason. The door about 10 meters opposite was the mens locker room. We decided not to look in there for some reason. From here we decided to split up. For some reason, my initial clothes were missing and I was equipped with only a white towel to cover my whole body. I looked around the whole gym trying to find Kephrii and the badminton area with no success. For some reason I started to run back and forth along this wall in the corner of the gym. Other people had this idea as well, including this muscle bound guy who had bigger muscles than me and was taller than me. We were running side by side, he was trying to pass me but I was running a little faster. What started as competition turned into hostility when he laid a hand on me and tried to beat me through bastard tactics. So I try to pass him but he wouldn’t let me. So then I did an Allen Iverson crossover maneuver and made him fall. I ran away from him while he yelled out to me that I was dead. I kept running until I came across this huge gate that was labeled God’s Camp. Which was near the original corridor that lead me to the mega gym. Then all of my friends, two attractive girls and two guys, came out of nowhere and we were happy to see each other. We were telling snippets of stories of the weird things we saw. In the middle of this, another one of our friends, who looked exactly like Jared Padalecki came out of the gate that was labeld God’s Camp. We were excited to see him and asked him where he was. He was speaking like Sam Winchester and said that there was a strange power coming from God’s Camp. 

This is all I remember clearly...