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midnight-mourning · 3 months ago

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Not Even a Mouse

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 21❄️❄️

alright, y'all have had it too good for too long, have some angst (with a bit of fluff, of course) to balance it all out, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: If you don't fill all the spots,,, I'm gonna make a second request! Idk if you're doing any angst for this one, but if you are,,, something about Sun being alone for Christmas. Maybe he finds out the employees and Glams are having a party without him. Idk i just wanna make him sad. xD Don't feel obligated to do this one! This is just an extra if you want :P

Word Count: 1700

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The Daycare has a cold atmosphere to it, being so empty as it is. The music plays as always, tune just as cheery as ever, without a single listener. Save for one.

Every toy is in its place, all the crafts supplies are put away. There's not a thing that isn't perfectly organized within the entire space. It's already been cleaned, one, twice, and now thrice, so there's not even a singular speck of dust.

It's spotless. And desolate.

The children are gone, it is the holidays after all. They wouldn't be back for another day or so. In the meantime, the attendant can only twiddle his thumbs and try not to go stir crazy in the meantime.

There's others in the Plex of course, the other bots and some employees. But they, well. They aren't exactly friendly, when it came to either side of the Daycare Attendant.

They were never exactly sure as to why.

Both had tried to reach out, interact, engage, on multiple occasions. Each attempt being met with either unease, wobbly kindness, or downright hostility in some cases. It got to the point where both simply just, gave up.

It was better to not try, they realized, it made things easier to keep to themselves and not bother anyone else. At least, Moon had learned this. It was arguably easier for him, given his status as naptime attendant. Isolation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling.

But it was for Sun.

While Moon was fine with the quiet, Sun was borderline inconsolable.

And that was before he had found out about the holiday party.

It had been a complete accident. Just so happening to be walking by on his way to gather clean stuffed animals from the laundry room. Two random employees chatting without a care in the world.

"Yeah, there's even a white elephant, come on, you gotta come!"

"I wasn't gonna miss it. Are the Glamrocks participating? I feel like it'd be funny to see what they come up with as gifts."

"I think so, yeah. It's gonna be..." They notice the Daycare Attendant, voice lowering. "—Great."

The other employee gives a confused look, then turns slightly to see the bot, eyes wide.

Not wanting to make things worse Sun simply nods in greeting, and goes on his way.

Now, sitting alone in their room, scattered papers and old crayons surrounding him, he wishes he had said something. Wishes he had spoken up, argued, criticized, cried. Anything.

Instead, he didn't. He just stood there and took it.

The playtime attendant can picture it, dozens of employees and the other bots crowded together somewhere, probably the dance floor. Laughing, chatting, just enjoying the company of friends and coworkers. There's probably decorations everyone, to the nines even, based on how many boxes Moon saw people carrying around earlier that week.

Holiday music and snacks, and of course, the gift exchange. Competing for the best gift, and having a wonderful time doing it.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they were so hated. That he was so disliked. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? This kind of hurt?

The Glamrocks were good enough, so why wasn't he—

There's a muted snap, causing the bot to jump and glance down to his hand.

Another broken crayon to add to the collection.

With a scoff he tosses it away, towards the wall not too far in front of him. It wasn't a hard throw, but apparently it was enough.

The sound of fluttering paper can be heard as a single page falls to the ground. It piques Sun's interest, and he shifts to take a closer look.

It's a drawing of him, one done in pencil, maybe charcoal—he'd never thought to ask—as opposed to the usual paint and crayons the kids utilized.

Though that would be because a child didn't make it for him. You did.

At least, he's 99% sure. You'd scurried off before he could ask.

You worked in the gift shop, passing by the Daycare every day for work. And every day, either one of the attendants would catch you staring as you walked by the large windows. Ducking your head and rushing off whenever you got caught.

You'd only spoken to them a handful of times, when you happened to come in to speak to the security guard about something. Sun was never quite sure why you needed the guard so much, but he didn't think to question it either.

Your voice was always very soft, mumbling. If he didn't have such well-adjusted noise sensors he'd probably not be able to hear you. He didn't know why you were so quiet, you had a lovely voice.

He wished you say more, on your visits. Your words always stuttered and brief. But he cherished those moments. Every little interaction was saved in several locations in his hard drive just to make sure he didn't lose them. You were probably the only person who would bother talking to him or Moon. That was precious.

He picks up the drawing, admiring the detail you'd put into it. For something of this quality, he didn't know why you were working in the gift shop. Maybe you were doing something else, like college, and this was a temporary situation for you in the long run.

He remembers when you gave it to him, he'd at least gotten a direct interaction, you'd slipped Moon's under the door one night before going home.

He believes it's because of your encounter that you just ran away the second time, and he can't say he blames you.

You'd been nice enough to knock, having been the very end of the day, the last child having been picked up just a few minutes prior.

When he opens the door, you're looking to the ground, clutching the paper in your hands tightly.

Surprised, but happy to see you, he speaks first. "Hello there, friend! It's good to see you!"

"U-um, hi...." You say, still looking down. "Good, good to see you too."

You're nervous for some reason, though you're always nervous he realizes.

He wants to fix it. He tries with a joke. "Well, you can't see me very well from there can you?"

It doesn't land. You flinch, but look up. "S-Sorry."

Stupid. Stupid. Fix it.

"Oh! Not a worry at all, Sunbeam. I just wanted to see you're smiling face." His rays spin.

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Of course! A lovely smile on a face like yours just makes my day!" Surely that'll do it, let you know he's being sincere.

Your internal temperature rises, fluctuating around your cheeks and ears. Now he's gone and made you mad. Great, this is going so great, he's blowing it—

You shove the paper into his hands. "This is for you. I-I, I have to go now. Buh-bye!"

Before he can say another word you're gone, running back towards the main entrance, leaving him with an amazing drawing, and not so amazing thoughts.

You hadn't come back into the daycare since then, which could only mean that you hated him now too. Sun rubs his thumb over your signature on the page, at least he still had this.

The sound of laughter growing closer interrupts his thoughts. And, curiosity getting the better of him, he goes to take a look.

Peeking out the curtains, he can see a group of employees walking by. You're among them, smiling and chatting all the while.

Just outside the Daycare you stop, waving to the group.

"I think I forgot my jacket in the gift shop, I'll see you guys later! Happy holidays!"

They bid you farewell, and Sun's planning to shut the curtain again, not wanting to be weird and watch you go about your business, when he picks up on your odd behavior.

You watch your friends leave and then glance around a few times. Then, you pull out two small, wrapped gifts and walk over to the Daycare doors. After a moment he hears a knock.

His rays spin, and he acts before he thinks. He dives into the ball pit and as soon as he makes contact is immediately scrambling out of it and heading for the door. He takes a moment to collect himself, then opens it.

To his shock, you speak first. "Hi Sunny! It's good to see you. I, I wasn't sure you'd be around. I um, having something for you! And, and Moon." You hold up the gifts.

Sun short circuits.

You got him a gift.

You.

The person he thought hated him like all the rest.

You thought of him, were actively thinking of him.

And you called him Sunny.

"If, if that's okay. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I just, I really wanted to get these to you tonight. I, I thought you were going to be at the party, I was um, kinda sad you weren't. But I totally get it if parties aren't your thing! They're... not really mine either but um, god I'm rambling here I'm sorry." You look up to him then, concern in your gaze. "Are, are you okay?"

It occurs to the playtime attendant that his fans are roaring now. He has to get you to stop before he overheats. Time to play his role.

"Ah! I'm alright friend! I'm happy to see you too! And I appreciate the thought, truly." He takes your hand, and without thinking, raises it to his smile for a kiss. "It means a lot. Would, would you like to come inside for a moment?"

Now you're frozen, temperature climbing in a matter of seconds.

"I would really like that."

His rays spin out of his control. "Great. Great! Please,"—he stands straight, waving his other hand behind him—"Come on in."

You keep your hand in his, squeezing gently. "O-okay."

As the door closes behind the two of you, Sun decides that he doesn't really care if missed the holiday party or not. He doesn't really care if everyone hates him and Moon either.

If he can have just this moment to share with you, and maybe more. Maybe even becoming friends?

That's enough.

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Thank you @zenkaiankoku for the request! Enjoyed having a bit of angst to write hehe, still made it a little fluffy in spots but I think it still works ^-^

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demonicnarwhale · 7 months ago

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Carapaces!!!!

RC / Raptorial Clerk: RC is one of the archivist on Prospit who deals with mainly Prospit's history and keeping things neat and tidy (just in case if it's needed then carapaces can go to him and retrieve that information) there's other archivists for different sections of society like political, economical, etc. When Midnight City happens / fall of the kingdoms he ends up being a librarian teehee

his origins: and due to his specialties being historical archiving, he's in the same department or area as HK and the two are actually hatch friends!!! YAYYYYY!!!! (they are both smiling)

HN / Harbinger Newel: Newel is just the sort of look the outpost tower he's situated at looks like as seen in the small doodle. He just blows his clarinet looking instrument (i giggle since he choses to play the actual clarinet in CMS) when there's some arrival. There's a certain tune he plays depending on what it is. Enemies/Derse army or Prospit army / workers.

WN / Willowy Notary: She's basically some note taker for court records and such. The cloth covering her eyes is a form of "judgement solely based on the case itself" rather than having any bias (that and I wanna continue her lil "no eyes can be seen" thing going on :D. So like she sits in the court room (grinning so wide when i get to share their architecture and infrastructure) and notates what happens and is being said so that if the case needs to be continued/looked at later to come up with the "right" decision they have a reference. Or if there's important documents being signed and such, she's a witness. (like whatever actual notaries do)

MG / Monoceros Goliath: I thought I was gonna be so smart with the first word, tried searching up for a word to describe a horned animal or synonyms for rhinos (cuz haha helmet rhino beetle) but i got no answer(s) and the ones I did related mainly to constellations. Monoceros mainly just being some Greek word for a legendary animal with a horn so like a unicorn. Weeps guys I'm not cut out for elaborate names.

Also she's (so far) a pawn mainly or somewhere near being a rook but not quite there hence being goliath as she's pretty strong/big for a pawn yay. oh yes and she's well aware of innocent lives (aka farmers or pawns that aren't in either army) and so she'll send out a warning or make it known so said carapaces can evacuate/gtfo (both for Prospit and Derse). Like she wants to make it fair and also avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Or something like that cuz overthinking on it makes me think it sounds silly and odd.

Her armor does have some little pearl-like beads cuz why not :) and- and- and it's supposed to be like constellations with the metal engravings (that im too simple minded to give detail to)

Tallest soldier i have and the shortest (also! I had realized that Dynastinae is, THE SCIENTIFIC NAME FOR RHINO BEETLES OAUGRHAUGHRA clawing at my under eyelids (ive realized this while typing this all out <3) so it's either she's MG or DG

SH / Splendorous Headhunter: Basically she goes out and recruits or finds Dersites (who don't already have a job) some role in society that benefits both the community and themselves. Like she's not just going to randomly assign them jobs but try to understand the individual and go suggest jobs. Cuz like, there's of course other Dersites in this similar role (as her) that don't care. But to SH she thinks of it like "why would I make someone miserable, it makes no sense to force someone to do a job they dislike cuz work won't get done at an efficient rate" that and so there's no strikes-

CC / Canorous Clergyman: just listen to this: (and Powerwolf in general please guys oaughh I fucking love this band so so so so so so much)

Midnight Madona teehe i love Powerwolf so much oaugh my goodness (so much so i would've done gone gatekeep em but then i realized. that's corny. and this sorta genre??? is corny on its own in the best way possible, to me :)). but yes im just adding this here because i kept listening to it when drawing this mf

Midnight Madona (Orchestral Version) also the orchestral version fucking ROCKS (and all the other songs they do orchestral versions of) and is what I like to imagine Derse's choir would sound like (the tone or feeling more than the words teehee and of course not with a big ass orchestra track behind ok you know what I MEAN) like do to around the same time stamp as the version above gehehee

I also already kinda explained his whole deal in a previous post. here be CC. But basically, he's more of a figure for individuals to look to either for help or a sense of "oh so this is what we should be doing for our society". So yeah, he's like, the royal family lol, no real political power as he's a lower status bishop. Like, he's a Bishop for the individuals, to ensure they fall in line and yadda yadda support the community and all. Kinda like, a pastor lol

KH / Kinetoscopic Hallucinator: Due to Derse being, ya know, Derse, connections with these fuckassers (horrorterrors) is prone to happen. As we've seen with players and even Feferi having gigglybob and yay yadda Derse Void dreamers yadda. Basically he gets to listen to all the wonderful stories of the past these eldritch beings share with him. Whereas Prospit gets those lil clouds from Skaia to hint at the future. So, he takes the words and stories from horrorterrors as signs of "precautions" or warnings of what may happen in the future. A sort of doomsday gig going on.

Teehe. He still gets to deal with trying to predict Derse's future but that's a bit hard on him so he turns to memorializing Derse's past, and the Horrorterrors give him information that can precede Derse or even what was missed from its history. But it's mainly just them messing with him going "oooh Derse is doomed in the foreseen future! OoooOoooh" and he goes "aight bet" then boom red miles upon ye. Oh and the kinetoscopic thing is just the fact he has his own lil kinetoscope where he enjoys (the process not the actual fact he needs to listen to them) trying to figure out what the Horrorterrors tell him and depicts it as short stories and then draws frames for a lil animation. He just replays them only to get a sense of dread lol. Later on just outcasts himself in his tower to deal with the horrorbobs instead of looking like a loon in front of everyone, possibly to Derse's moon because ahA obvious motifs! of like, the horrorbobs keeping him chained down and yeahhh

It's basically the medium or locations for Sburb/Sgrub but at the moment I'm more focused on Carapace + etc instead of trolls and humans. I ain't no physic astronomer or something so I'll go back and change things up if it's needed but like, I can bs some stuff right??? yeaaahhhhh.

The idea is like I know it's made for the game but what if no game??? It still very much takes after the set up for the medium with Sgrub but woe upon yet.

The locations of Prospit and Derse is why HK (Historiographic Knitter) and KH (Kinetoscopic Hallucinator) are able to look into the future/past. Due to the locations of their respected planets

HK being on Prospit can receive snippets of the future but it's all randomized so it's like she needs to put it all together, or just write down what she sees. She uses these to make stories or piece them together then create textiles for them along with the stories recorded of the past

KH being on Derse, yeah you read his gig.

Skaia: Trying to deal with what the point of Skaia is for both sides. I think I'll go with it's just been so embedded in both societies to either protect or destroy it that carapaces at this point just need to continue what their ancestors had fought for. Honestly, I'm just going to go with Jack Noir doing his red miles thing and destroying Prospit and Derse then killing (almost) all soldiers and the Kings on the battlefield leaving Skaia dormant. (But then whYYyy would he do that in this context)

Midlay: Basically this version's planet of where exiles go and where Midnight City will soon be made.

The Veil: just asteroids to make traveling to and from Prospit and Derse to be dangerous-ish so it's not like carapaces can just go to the opposing planet and cause chaos. If it's really needed then there's only a handful of carapaces suited for that job.

Dream Bubbles: I know it's thanks to Feferi that they're a thing, so they're not a part of this actual universe, BUT I thought they were just cool to include where I think they'd go.

Green Sun: hi Doc Scratch

In terms of like biology/features of carapaces:

I'm going with Carapaces either being like RC where they got them bug-wuggy/crusty marine life features or like HK with a more chess-come-to-life sort of look, thinking it might just be from the cloning? or however these freaks are made getting fucked over with the system or something, just cuz it could be like "oh it derives from chess pieces but also some bug-crustaceans-alien thing" and sometimes the bug-crustacean just wins. It's totally not so I can shit and giggle with other designs and stuff, what??? no. And then of course carapces can have spawn of their own, but lay eggs yadda yadda and so some of these features can get passed down and such. It's just cloning is used in both kingdoms to ensure there's a steady flow of carapaces to work on the planets or get thrown into battle and yeah.

NOTE AS OF NOW: I just copied and pasted information i had saved on them all and so I will most likely go back and fix things up, or make a new post if it's anything major like "Oh I'm changing this character up" but yeAH

#my art #carapaces #RC #Whole Note #Half Note #Eighth Note #MG #SH #CC #KH #commons midnight swing

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crepesuzette2023 · 1 year ago

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Your top 5 favorite Mclennon quotes?

Hi Anon, thank you for asking! The following aren't quotes I'd construct into any kind of 'proof' (whether I'm into this or not is another set of footnotes, which I'll spare you), but quotes that illustrate that John and Paul's relationship was fascinating and intense, and puzzling to themselves and others (incl. yours truly). 1.) “Meeting Paul was just like two people meeting. Not falling in love or anything. Just us. It went on. It worked.” — John Lennon - The Beatles by Hunter Davies

2.) “Lennon had attitude, and, taking his lead from Lennon, McCartney could be similar. At times, they reminded me of those well-to-do Chicago lads Leopold and Loeb, who killed someone because they felt superior to him. Lennon and McCartney were ‘superior human beings’.” — Bob Wooler in Mark Lewisohn’s Tune In

3.) “John and Paul paired off - only to find themselves stuck together for life. For John, Paul was the boy who came to stay; for Paul, John was the song he couldn’t make better” — Rob Sheffield, Dreaming The Beatles

4.) TELL ME WHO HE IS. Early song by Paul McCartney, included in The Lyrics (2021). Written in the late 50’s/early 60’s, according to the caption. (photo of journal page)

Tell me who he is Tell me that you’re mine not his He says he loves you more than I do Tell me who he is

Tell him where to go Tell him that I love you so He couldn’t love you more than I do Tell me who he is

5.) John Lennon's word association list from 1976 New York: great Elvis: fat Ringo: friend Yoko: love Howard Cosell: hum George: lost Bootlegs: good Elton: nice Paul: extraordinary Bowie: thin MBE: shit John: great

BONUS TRACK: “I had signs that the group was gonna break up, because… I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away."— Paul McCartney (1985), link to interview here

PLAY IT BACKWARDS: "LONDON (AP) — John Lennon wrote vitriolic comments about fellow-Beatle Paul McCartney in a picture biography of the famed pop group, providing new evidence of the tensions between them, the Observer newspaper said Sunday. [...]

"Lennon marked almost every one of the 76 pages with corrections and comments, including one that the Observer took as an indication the group already was experimenting with drugs in the 1960s. [...]

"In an entry noting McCartney’s marriage to Linda Eastman, Lennon crossed out “wedding” and wrote “funeral”, the Observer said. [...]

"But in a final tender moment, the Observer said, Lennon wrote under a photo of himself with McCartney: “The minutes are crumbling away.” (full article.)

#mclennon #John Lennon #Paul McCartney #asks

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amazingmsme · 5 months ago

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That Was Funny. Laugh

AN: I haven’t forgotten about the rest of tickletober, don’t you worry! Here’s day 24 with Max & the nerds! I feel like he would probably try too hard to fit in with them, & it doesn’t exactly always work. But that’s ok, he’ll make it work! Think we all could use a bit of fluff right now…

Things were starting to look up. They were hesitant to say that the prank worked, but at least Max had stopped bullying them, and that was their main goal, so Pete marked it as a success.

The rest of the jocks started to change their tune, following Max's lead, and it had been weeks since he had a swirly or was shoved inside a locker. Pete and Steph were going steady, and the school play was really starting to come together. The Jagerman himself even invited them to the big game to watch him "stomp Clivesdale into the fucking mud." And what do you know, he did!

So things were honestly pretty great. There was just one little problem...

"Sup nerds!"

They all groaned in unison as he announced his presence from behind. He caught up rather quickly, slinging his arms around Peter and Richie's shoulders, the latter flinching at the contact.

"Oh, h-hey Max," he stuttered, trying to play it cool. Max didn't seem to notice, or he just didn't care. "What's up?"

"Oh nothin' much, practice got canceled 'cause of the rain so I gotta fuckin' walk home. Can you believe it?" he complained. Steph couldn't hide her smirk as she answered.

"Yeah I can, actually."

"Shut it, Lauter," he snapped, but it lacked the usual venom his words carried. "You never have to walk anywhere."

"Actually," she corrected, "I'm walking right now." Peter, Ruth, and Richie all snapped their heads to look at her, silently begging her not to say another word.

"Oh yeah? Where the hell are you nerds going? The fuckin' library?" he wheezed out a laugh, slapping a hand on his knee in amusement, although his laughter trailed off when he realized no one was laughing with him.

Steph merely arched a brow and crossed her arms. "No smartass, we're going to Pizza Pete's to win that ugly little doll Ruth's been wanting." Pleading stares turned to annoyed glances as she spilt the beans. The very act of telling Max where they were going was practically an invitation in his eyes.

"Really? Didn't know Spankoffski had his own pizza shop," he quipped, a smirk stretching across his face. That one was good, he had to admit.

And they still didn't fuckin' laugh! Are they brain dead or something?

"Ha ha, like I never heard that one before," Peter rolled his eyes, an annoyed smile tugging at his lips. At least Max was trying.

"Well if you need tickets to win the ugly fucker, I'm great at skee ball," he offered.

"Don't call him that! He's so fuzzy and cute, you guys are just mean!" Ruth whined, clutching her chest dramatically.

"Ruth, radioactive Cthulhu is not cute, he's just creepy," Richie deadpanned. Ruth stuck her tongue out as he returned the gesture.

"Come on you two, those tickets aren't gonna win themselves," Peter prompted, and they began walking down the sidewalk, dumb jock in tow. They all resigned to their fate of backhanded compliments and obscure sports references for the next two hours. Still, it was better than the way things used to be.

Not ideal, but surprisingly tolerable.

At least when he wasn't trying so damn hard. He would go out of his way to be what he considered kind, but was really the bare minimum at best. And Peter wasn’t exactly sure why he thought he needed to be funny for them to like him. Honestly, it was getting old.

Peter, Richie and Max stood off to the side as Ruth and Steph fed their tickets into the ticket counter. A waiter passed by carrying a pizza, and Max nudged them to get their attention, pointing at the restaurant’s signature dish.

“You see that?”

Peter and Richie exchanged confused looks and shrugged. “I guess…”

Max sported a proud, shit-eating grin. “I’d tell you a joke about pizza, but it’d probably be too cheesy,” he punctuated the joke with a deep laugh of his own as they just stared at him.

“I’m lactose intolerant, what the fuck are you talking about?” Richie deadpanned, clearly not getting the joke. Max rolled his eyes dramatically.

“It’s called a joke, dumbass! And it was funny, so you better laugh!” He took a step closer when Richie didn’t immediately comply. “Laugh,” he demanded, deciding to ditch the jokes all together and go for a more “hands on” approach.

“Mahahax! Whahat thehehe hehell?” he asked, thrashing from side to side as he managed to escape Max’s evil clutches.

“Ha! I knew you’d be ticklish! What about you Soanioffski?” he questioned, catching him off guard.

“Wha- me? Max, wahahait!” he cried out as Max targeted him as well. He scribbled up and down Richie’s side while his other hand prodded at Peter’s ribs. Richie flailed around uselessly, shrill giggles filling the air. Peter slapped at his hand, but Max wasn’t deterred in the slightest.

“How come you nerds never told me how ticklish you were? Think of all the fun we could’ve had!” he cheered, shoving his hands underneath both of their arms, eliciting two different giggly shrieks.

“Thahahat’s exahactly why wehe nehehever tohohold you!” Peter whined.

“We gotta make up for lost time then, don’t we? Don’t worry, I can hustle.” They started protesting, shaking their heads and tripping over their words as he wiggled his fingers closer and closer.

He was just about to really strike when Steph came to their rescue.

“Hey, I think we have enough tickets,” she called for their attention, a fond smirk firmly in place.

Max pulled them closer, ruffling their hair as he did so. “Don’t worry, we’ll pick that up again later.”

Y’know… call him crazy, but Peter wasn’t exactly dreading it.

#tickletober #tickletober 2024 #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #richie lipschitz #stephanie lauter #ruth fleming #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #npmd fic #hatchetfield fic #npmd tickle fic #hatchetfield tickle fic #ticklish!richie #ticklish!peter

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the-loaf-of-calamity · 1 year ago

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Loser HCs for the Side Order Bosses (Excluding Final Boss)

LET'S GOOO FINALLY DOING THIS FOR MY GOOBERS! (oh, and also Parallel Canon too.) - [SPOILERS! HEADS UP THERE!] - ======================================= Asynchronous Rondo (Rondo / Roro), The Layered Rotator (She/They) "Rondo's probably the quiet one of the crew, usually just humming her small corrupted tunes to herself while in her area and rarely even chats with anyone (in fact, communication is hard for Rondo!). But aside from being the quiet one, she's also the one making sure the others are aligned and one of the sternest of the few (aside from Order) along with being the most intelligent despite her lack of communication skills. None can escape her sight... she's very much eagle-eyed and will know when you're causing a muck. Although aside from that hubbub, she's actually a relatively nice soul as long as you aren't Eight or anyone that they know. She's actually very good with taking care of the Jelletons that lie within her area, who love the corrupted song that she sings. As long as you aren't a threat to her or to the Jelletons... then you can hang around!... just be vigilant of your actions." ======================================== Pinging Marciale (Marci / MarMar), The Elusive Bounder (They/Them) "Marciale's the chaos-maker and the fun one of the crew, rolling around and causing all sorts of mess (even squishing a few of the loc. Not the face of order at all!... Unfortunately, because of such behavior, they're kept on a pretty short leash with good ol' Order and they HATE that, being in their area and sitting around is so boring! At least let them have fun! Usually whenever they get too bored, they sleep it off... but when they have a lot of energy?... different story. Usually, they can hold it off while playing with the Battering Lentos... but even then, it's easy for them to get bored! They absolutely love screwing with Eight and loves trying to turn them into a piece of "p-eight-per" (paper? get it? alri, I'll stop there 💥). Even if they lose almost all the time, they have fun with it! But with Order constantly hovering over their non-existant shoulders?... yeah it's gonna be hard to even get a small kick out of what they're supposed to be doing... But don't worry! Marciale will do their best to just have fun with things no matter how boring!" ======================================== Parallel Canon (Any Name / Para [Leader]), The Intensifying Harmony (Any) "This group of Artificial Inklings aren't really that emotional... but they're also a wreck waiting to happen. They're usually seen training with each other to see who's the strongest out of them (usually it's the damned roller), having the Jelletons watch on in awe as they spectacularly duke it out for bragging rights! Although they try their best to improve their strategies, they still come up a bit short with Eight. Their Leader (Shooter), Para, is usually the one who plots out who goes where during their fights. But either way... they seemed to be highly fascinated with Eight and how they battle, seeking to try and mimic their abilities and how they fight with the others following suit. Although no matter how much they learn, train, and fight... they still come up short... considering Eight a true rival... Para is determined to get at least one win in against the octoling... although knowing how advanced their skills are, it will be a difficult task... a task that Para and Co. will try!... but Para just can't shake the feeling that there's something... familiar about Eight... almost as if they've met once before in a distant past..." ======================================== And those are my main lil' doodads for the main bosses for Side Order (minus the big cheese themselves), hopefully y'all like them and that's it! I'mma head on over to my hole again, byeee! c:

#verrin blabs #splatoon 3 #asynchronous rondo #pinging marciale #parallel canon #side order #side order spoilers #splatoon #splat3 #rinster got that fixation going #what are they gonna do

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deans-baby-momma · 9 months ago

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The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 4 (FIN)

CHAPTER 4

When Donna enters the kitchen Dean’s jaw drops and his heart thuds in his chest. She is fucking gorgeous!

Donna is wearing a black leather skirt that hits right above her knees, a purple halter top that has straps that criss-cross over her bosom, leaving a peek of ample cleavage. Her ankle boots are also leather but what gets Dean's motor running is the fact that she is going to be on his arm tonight.

If there is one thing that John Winchester taught his sons, it was how to be gentlemen; tonight Dean proves it as he ushers Donna to the passenger door of the Impala, opening it and leading her onto the vinyl seat.

As soon as the Sheriff is safely inside, he shuts the door and rushes around to the drivers’ side and slides behind the wheel.

During the whole drive across town to the restaurant she had picked, Dean kept stealing glances at his date. She absolutely took his breath away. Donna Hanscum was the whole package.

Not only was she a distinguished member of law enforcement in this town but she was aware of the creatures other people had nightmares about…. and she was helping rid this world of those monsters! All the while, rocking a body to make any man begging on his knees for.

When they arrive, Dean escorts the lovely Sheriff into the fancy establishment and tries not to seem fazed at the extravagance of the place.

He steps up to the hostess at the podium and gives his name.

The girl searches her schedule and smiles as she finds what she's looking for.

“Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester,” she says.

Dean takes Donna's hand and goes to do as the hostess says but is pulled back as Donna is standing there, stock-still.

“What's the matter, Don?”

“Sh-she…. She thinks we’re a couple,” the blonde Sheriff stutters.

Dean looks at his date, confused. “We are, aren't we?”

Donna blinks once, twice then looks at him. “She thinks I could land a hottie like you for a husband? Me? The fattie?!”

Dean looks over his shoulder at the hostess and holds up a finger, asking her to wait.

“Baby,” he says as he takes both Donna’s hands in his. “I will disagree with you on one thing, you are absolutely not a ‘fattie’, you hear me?” Dean asked as he leaned in close, “and also, fuck what anyone else thinks. They don't know us so let's go in there and eat some disgustingly expensive food and get drunk on some sickeningly sweet wine and then I'll take you home and prove to you just how much I adore you, okay honey?”

Donna couldn't suppress the smile that fills her face if she tried.

“Okay,” she confirms. “Let's do this.”

After dinner, Dean paid the hefty bill and led Donna back to the Impala.

“That was the worst food ever,” Donna exclaims once they were seated. “I can't believe they charge so much for tasteless garbage! They should be shut down for ripping people off.”

“I won't disagree,” Dean says as he backs out of the parking space and turns toward town. “I'm sorry this date sucked.”

“The date was phenomenal,” Donna rebutted. “I was the envy of every woman in that place. And a few men too,” she adds with a chuckle. “Thank you Dean.”

“Date's not over yet baby,” Dean tells her as he pulls into a snazzy bar. “We gonna go in here and listen to some tunes, drink away the bitterness of the food we ate and then I'm taking you home and proving to you how spectacular you are.”

“Okay,” Donna nods and steps out of the car when Dean opens her door. They walk inside to see a cozy tavern with a few tables and chair sitting around and the corners filled with small sofas with low tables in front of them.

Past the bar is a stage where a band is playing soft music. The place isn't overly crowded and the couple quickly finds themselves settled on one of the loveseats.

Dean looks around and smiles. This is exactly what he had in mind when he wanted to bring Donna on a date.

Secluded but yet not, dim lighting but not dark and music that you didn't have to scream over to be heard.

“What can I get for you two?” The waitress appears out of nowhere. They give her their orders and relax back into the cushions, Dean's arm wrapped around Donna’s shoulders.

The band starts another slow song and Donna begins humming, soon she's singing along with the vocalist.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too. 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me…what?” Donna stops singing when she realizes Dean is looking at her. “Am I that bad?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Sounded like angels singing. You have a beautiful voice Don.”

Donna blushes and looks down, not accustomed to praise from a date.

The waitress drops off their drinks and Donna picks up her mojito and downs it. “Now that's a good drink,” she giggles and then finishes out the song while leaning into Dean's side.

After four mojitos and three whiskeys, Dean pulls Donna toward the door because the Sheriff is getting a little too frisky for public eyes.

She, of course, misinterprets their destination and thinks they're headed for the dance floor so she begins grinding on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Thought you didn't dance, Dean-o?”

“I don't Sweetheart,” Dean says as he stumbles toward the door. “I'm taking you home, honey. You're wasted.”

Donna stops and pouts. “Party pooper,” she mumbles and then smiles widely. “Oh wait. I know what's coming next. Me!”

Donna bends over laughing and Dean can't help but join her. The jovial moment is tarnished when a whistle fills the air and someone comments “Bend over more darling. I can almost see everything!”

Donna had never seen Dean move so fast. One minute he was standing in front of her, laughing and the next he was standing across the room, over some drunk stranger with a bloody nose.

That sobered Donna immediately and she pulled Dean away and out the door. Donna pulls Dean to the Impala and not so patiently waits as he unlocks the door for her.

The ride back to her house is quiet, not even the radio to break up the silence inside the Chevrolet.

As soon as Dean parks on the driveway, Donna gets out and stomps to the door, unlocking it and marching inside.

She turns as soon as she hears the door close and crosses her arms.

“Dean, you can't just go around punching people out like some kind of caveman!” she states, her breath, labored. “I'm the Sheriff in this town, how would it look if my boyfriend got arrested for a drunk and disorderly?”

Dean looks remorseful and ashamed over his actions but he also cannot take his eyes off the peek of cleavage Donna is showing with her chest heaving.

“Don, I'm sorry. Really I am. I was just trying to defend you-” he pauses as her breasts bounce along with the rhythm of her breathing. “-but right now all I can think about is burying my face in your gorgeous tits.”

Donna looks down at her chest and huffs. “Jesus, Dean! Are you trying to distract me? I'm serious here.”

“Oh, I'm serious too sweetheart. I'm seriously going to make you forget-,” he says as he stalks toward her. “-about everything. The only thing you'll remember is my name. And you'll be screaming that,” Dean promises.

Donna puts her hand up, stopping Dean in his tracks. “First, you're going to let me finish what I was saying and then I just might allow you to suffocate in these,” Donna says as she squeezes her breasts together, the plump flesh almost busting out of the camisole.

Dean whimpers but nods his acceptance.

“You cannot go around just punching people for rude and lewd remarks,” she begins and Dean hangs his head in remorse. “I'm the Sheriff and I really don't want my boyfriend to spend a night in lockup for something that was-” Donna pauses as she watches Dean shrink into himself and she feels bad for leading him on. “-so goddamned hot I almost came right there.”

Dean lifts his head rapidly and watches as Donna unties the bow at the nape of her neck, the material falling down and her breasts bouncing free.

“Come here baby,” she says as she reaches for him. “They're all yours.”

Dean moves fast as lightning, closing the space between them and buries his face right in Donna's chest. He growls, licks and nips at the skin as he picks his girlfriend up by her supple ass.

“Oh god Dean,” Donna moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop!”

Dean lavishes each breast with kisses and sucks marks onto each one, claiming Donna as his.

Donna wraps her legs around his waist and starts humping him, her skirt bunched up around her hips.

Dean grins at her as their eyes meet and he nurses her left nipple.

“Getting frisky there aren't you Sheriff?” he chuckles.

“Well yea,” Donna responds breathy. “I know you have a deadly weapon on your body. I need to….oh to hell with the innuendoes right now. Just fucking fuck me Dean!”

“Yes ma'am,” Dean says as he sits her back onto her booted feet. “Show me the way, baby.”

Donna takes his hand and runs toward the bedroom. Once there, she kicks her boots off, unzips the skirt and pushes it and her panties to the floor before turning to watch Dean undress.

As soon as his legs are free from his jeans, Donna is on the floor at his feet.

“I wanna suck your dick until you cum down my throat.”

Dean groans as he pushes his boxers to the floor, his hard cock bouncing between them.

She wraps her fingers around the base and guides the head to her lips, gently licking the precum from the tip.

“Tasty,” Donna hums.

“Less talking, more sucking,” Dean says. And promptly bites his lip as Donna takes his shaft all the way in her mouth.

The Sheriff works her magic and soon is swallowing around the head of Dean's dick as her nose nestles in the sparse pubic hair.

“Shit baby,” Dean coos as he scoops Donna’s curly mane into a makeshift ponytail. “You gonna let me fuck that beautiful face?”

“Mmhmm,” Donna hums and begins rubbing his ball sack.

Dean holds her hair in one hand and places his other hand on Donna's head as he begins pulling out and pumping right back in, no resistance to going down her throat now.

“Goddamn,” he exclaims. “Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy. I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that baby?”

Donna nods as forcibly as she “P'ease yus.”

Dean doesn't hold back as he thrusts into Donna's willing mouth and in no time he growls as his fingers grip and pull the Sheriff's hair while shooting his load into her mouth and down her throat.

When he pulls his dick from her, Donna swallows and licks the remnants from her lips before leaning forward and gently kissing the now flaccid member.

Dean hisses and then chuckles. “Sensitive,” he explains before helping her to her feet. “Now plant that perfect body on the bed and open up. I've worked up an appetite.”

Donna does as requested, unashamedly spreading her legs to show her glistening center.

“Oh sweetie,” Dean says as he gazes upon her wet cunt in front of his face. “Did you cum already? Getting face-fucked turn you on til you just let go all over yourself? You are a fucking mess down here.”

Dean chuckles as he sees her walls clenching the air. He lightly blows against her exposed pussy which causes the good Sheriff to whimper. Dean smiles before diving in, devouring her from the inside out.

He licks a trail around the rim of her entrance all the while his thumb is swiping left to right on her swollen clit.

Donna is a begging mess, imploring him for “more” and praising his techniques “fuck yes Dean! You are a master at eating pussy. I'm going to cum on your face.”

Dean takes that as a challenge and ups his ministrations. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and flicks the swollen nub as he inserts two fingers into her warm cavern, pumping his hand and scissoring his digits.

Donna practically convulses on the bed, her ass leaving the mattress and Dean sucks her bundle of nerves between his lips.

“Fucking hell!” she screams. “Gah! Bite me, Dean. Bite my clit.”

And Dean complies. He uses his teeth to gently gnaw on the flesh, rolling it between his pearly whites.

When Donna screams out again, it is accompanied by her pussy gushing liquid, her cum shooting right into Dean's mouth.

As Dean licks her clean, paying close attention to her now-reddened and abused clit, Donna lays flat above him catching her breath.

“Damn, that was hot,” she husks, her voice wrecked and hoarse. “I don't know where that came from.” She laughs as she lifts her head to look at her lover.

“That was amazing,” he agrees as he crawls up her body, stopping to peck a kiss to each engorged peak of her breast before hovering over her and grinning. “Didn't know you were into pain fucking.”

“Eh, everything is worth at least trying once,” she shrugs and then wraps her arms around his neck. “And we'll do that again… but Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“Make love to me now?”

And that's just what he does. He fucks her good and hard, soft and sweet until she understood that she was deserving and valuable.

As he watches her pink swollen lips stretched and quivering around his throbbing dick as she creams all over it, he mutters words foreign to him.

“Goddamn! I fucking love you, woman.”

And their world, their little bubble Donna and Dean had created, stands silent. No movement, no sound, not even a breath is heaved as their eyes meet.

They both know their lives would never be the same. Donna smiles up at Dean and cups his cheek in her palm.

“I love you too, Dean”

THE END

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vaguely-human-man · 5 months ago

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Being queer and at least somewhat politically active/aware in the south rn is so surreal. Like. Wake up, check the group chat to discover the newest horrific ordinance our local gov is trying to implement. Arrange plans for people to go speak against it. Listen to your friend vent about almost getting arrested for trying to verbally defend themselves against a council person who openly misgendered and belittled them. Read the newest notes about safety and security. Go to a weekly meeting and play card games and drink coffee and register everyone to vote.

Remind each other over and over. Do not engage. Do not get angry. Just keep smiling. Be polite, do not debate. Just say what you have to say. Show who you are to the best of your ability. Try to show these people that we're human too. Do not show fear, aggression, or anything resembling what you actually feel right now. It will get us nowhere.

Focus on the arguments they'll actually listen to. Focus on the money. The time. The feasibility. They've already decided we aren't human so ask a different question. Who's gonna check everyone's ID before they use the bathroom? Are you really gonna make every business with only one bathroom build a second one to comply with the ridiculously specific language written here? Is this decision based on any actual statistics about trans people being predators? Do you expect citizens to police their fellow people? What is this really about?

Lose anyway. Console each other with snacks and show-and-tell while discussing how to turn this failure into momentum. Start talking about it to everyone you know. The first article hits in less than 24 hours. Queer orgs in other parts of the state are offering support and lawyers.

You're all different ages ranging from early 20s to late 40s. You all have day jobs, volunteer work, and families. You are some of the most politically informed people alive whether you want to be or not. None of you want to be doing this. You want game nights without an undercurrent of tension, you want festivals and parades without always keeping your ears tuned for gunfire. But instead you spend meeting nights strategizing, organizing, working to weave support networks at every opportunity. Do you need a ride to vote? Did everyone check their registration? Who's bringing food, who's covering the vegan and dairy-free option? Is everyone up to date on their Covid vax? Who's going to the action two towns over, who needs coaching on how to go about it? Who needs a ride? Here's the latest laws we should be aware of. Here's a meme about how angry we all are.

And the council person says 'I love you. I respect you. But I don't want you in the bathroom with my grandkids."

And the group chat says 'Dont go to this business, they called me a slur'

And your mother says 'youre overreacting'

And your world gets narrower. Your friends get more tired. More and more resource packets get compiled. Where to get healthcare- trans or general. Where to get help for college, employment, housing. Where to get therapy. Where to get a haircut.

Time marches on. The walls feel like they're closing in. You hold them back together with all your might.

You scream. Together. Often, intentionally. Take genuine time to yell out your frustrations before going back to work.

You fall in love over and over with the people around you. Listen to their hopes and their dreams, watch the way their fire ignites when we make genuine steps forward. Watch how it dims when we go backward.

Keep going. Wake up. Eat anything you can manage to swallow. Reach a hand out to your siblings. Hold them close. Take a walk in the fresh air to try and feel better. Keep going. Keep going. Keep fighting. Take a deep breath, hold on to hope with both hands like it's the only thing that can save you because it is. Keep going.

And it's just that. Over and over again, with no clear end in sight. But dammit. You and your bunch of misfits are gonna bring about that end with your bare hands if it kills you.

#vent #kinda #long post #southern queer #politics #writing #ish #having a lot of fucking FEELINGS tonight #God. I just want my friends and i to be safe and happy. thats all i ask.

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aventvrina · 11 months ago

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was talking with ren (also thank you terios for sending that post as well) about this and i'm gonna say while i would love for Ena to be Gaiathra since it'd be excellent world building, I'm not inclined to believe that they are the same entity

while they all share the Sigonian eye coloration and have heavy similarities, there's also a lot of contradictions separating them.

the similarities are as follows:

tricolor eyes

triclops/triple faced

resurrection/life cycle themes through the three stages of live

HER/THEY

" the silent and unassuming Gaiathra Triclops, with HER immense and weighty torso, quietly encompasses all the living and deceased in Sigonia " (same imagery as Ena)

these by themselves are solid enough evidences to assume they're the same entity, even more if you consider Sigonia as a planet who was under the Order's protection and fell into ruin after their absorption by Xipe, since it's said that every civilization that was under the Order went through calamity after their disappearance. In texts when referring to Gaiathra, she's written as HER much like when one refers to Aeons as THEY.

however that's mostly where the similarities stop. and while we can argue that the themes are similar, since Gaiathra employs martyrdom to her people as a way to tune for their sins. Gaiathra practices are not the same as Ena's, neither are her blessings.

Gaiathra represents fertility, trickery, and travel, themes that aren't related to Ena. There's also the second name of Gaiathra, Fenge Biyos which seems to be related to Baba Fingo, a male deity that comes out during the Kakava to protect the Romani people. The themes of Baba Fingo and Gaiathra actually merge since to Avgin's, Gaiathra is seen as a mother goddess, protector and guide to her people. There's also the mention that Gaiathra does not need music to sing her praises, while Ena is all about the harmonious choir.

and I know that it could all be part of the Enigmata/Mythus doing by mythologizing Ena on Sigonia but I don't think that's the case.

however there's no denying that Gaiathra and Ena are extremely similar and for that i offer you some ideas of why that might be without implying that they are the same entity:

Gaiathra could be of the same species as Ena ( some Aeons like Orobos and Long share species with those who follow their path, it's entirely possible for Gaiathra to be the same situation)

Gaiathra is an older entity than Ena (we just assume she's younger cause Ena is considered part of the Old Aeons but Gods aren't under the same category as Aeons in HSR so it's possible She predates Ena and her path (which also could give way to thinking of Ena being a descendant of Gaiathra/a Sigonian who ascended))

Gaiathra is an original Emanator of the Order who perished (Emanator's might just as well be Gods whose to say there isn't somewhere out there worshipping an Emanator instead of an Aeon?)

as a final note i want to talk about Aventurine's eyes since they are the main factor at play here. In game, Aventurine's eye are enough to get him recognized as a Sigonian but not as an Avgin. Thus it's safe to assume that everyone in Sigonia-IV will have the same characteristic. however, his sister implies that his eyes are blessed, a proof of Gaiathra's blessing which leads me to think that his pattern might be unique. sadly we can't confirm this without seeing what another person from Sigonia might look like to understand just how unique Aventurine's eyes are in comparison. supposedly there should be Sigonians spread throughout the cosmos as many migrated due to the harsh conditions so we may run into some along the travels but we never know.

#ooc;#now i'm grabbing that reply by ren and going wild #i promise this is the last one but you all have been sending me so much juicy lore stuff it's getting my brain buzzing #but buzzing for theory rather than writing jffkjdsd #also thank you prince for that ask i am coming for you part 3 #tesserae;

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thessalian · 4 months ago

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Molly!Rook vs the Ossuary

But first, the egg

Solas: So all is well and I am a liar?

Molly!Rook: You're really leaning into that "god of sarcasm" bit, aren't you? Or is it just that sarcasm is one of those ways that you can lie without actually lying?

Solas: .........

Molly!Rook: But in answer to your question that isn't but kind of is? Yeah, Ghillan'nain's playing with Blight. Like, mega-Blight.

Solas: Believe it or not, that is better than I expected.

Molly!Rook: ...Okay, you're gonna need to run that by me one more time.

And, at little conference in the Surreal Estate

Molly!Rook: So then he told me that actually only a little of the Blight leaked out and they want to unleash the rest and ... yeah, glorious tool of creation, yadda.

Neve: So ... wait a minute. You're telling me that the ancient magisters went looking for the Maker in the Fade, saw architecture and decided it had to be the Golden City, and accidentally made a crack in a prison for elven gods and Blight. Blighted themselves, took that tiny shred out with them--

Harding: And that fresco we saw, with the evanuris binding dragons. There's probably something to that. I wonder if that means that the evanuris have the same kind of immortality as Corypheus did with his fake archdemon...

Bellara: Not that this isn't ... fascinating ... but also terrifying, but ... look, anyway, what do we do about it? I mean, I guess we have to do something...

Molly!Rook: We're already on the right track, Bel. We have the dagger, and since you're up here, I figure you have the Vi'revas fixed.

Bellara: Oh! Yeah! Sorry; I was coming to tell you and got distracted!

Neve: Understandable. I'm still reeling a little myself at having to rewrite all those "Blight is the hubris of the magisters" snarks in my head. ...Still kind of is, though.

Molly!Rook: So, have we got names?

Neve: Speaking of magister hubris and what it gets them...

Treviso, in Antiva

Harding: Oooh, pretty market. Do you think we'll have time to pick up something nice for my ma?

Molly!Rook: I'm sure we'll be back a time or five, Harding. First we have to meet-- Hi, you must be Andrateia...

Teia: Teia, please. And you would be Rook. Come with me; we should be off the street to talk.

Molly!Rook: I'd ask for you to call me Molly, but honestly, I'm kind of leaning into the whole "Rook" thing a bit more.

Harding: *side-eyeing Molly a little* Because...?

Molly!Rook: Gender neutral. I'll go by 'she' if I have to, but honestly, it's just ... female for tax purposes.

Harding: ...*sigh* Right.

And, a bit of exposition later, somewhere under the sea or canal or something

Harding: You know ... I've been a surface dwarf my whole life and being in tune with the Stone is a bit weird, but this ... is ... scary.

Molly!Rook: I take it you mean the "being under the sea" part and not the "Venatori bodies literally everywhere" part. Also, speaking of people who kill, is it just me, or were you getting off vibes about that Illario dude?

Harding: His reactions are really off, I have to admit. Think this is a trap?

Molly!Rook: I personally think he's trying to make everyone think he's gritting his teeth and bearing the idea of sending strangers after his cousin when he wants to go himself, but really he's gritting his teeth and bearing the idea of having to rescue his cousin at all but he has to because Grandma First Talon is insisting.

Harding: That's ... worse, right?

Molly!Rook: I figure we're going to surface to bad, yeah. You know. As a treat for after the bad we've dealt with here because I'm reading some shit about enforced abominations-- Oh. Hi.

The 'hi': *is directed at a bunch of Venatori out for blood*

Lucanis: *appears kind of awesomely and murders basically everybody*

Molly!Rook: Well, hello.

Harding: You remember Varric's stories about what happened to Kirkwall, right? And what Anders conned Hawke into doing? Feeling shitty over that is what made Varric take stupid risks in the first place!

Molly!Rook: We're trying to kill gods, Harding.

Harding: I know. Just ... can you not get into a thing with the abomination?

Molly!Rook: I promise nothing.

Lucanis: I am standing right here, you know.

Spite: No, no ... I'm liking this...

Molly!Rook: Look, we're here to rescue you. *glances at Harding* Yes, really.

Lucanis: Need to destroy a vial of my blood and kill the mage who took it from me before we go.

Molly!Rook: One question.

Lucanis: ...Go ahead.

Molly!Rook: Can we rob the place? Harding wants to hit your gorgeous market when we're back topside and I want a shiny new dagger.

Lucanis: ...*little chuckle* As you like. I doubt we will leave any alive to complain.

Harding: ...Do not. Romance. The abomination.

Molly!Rook: You're not the boss of me.

Further into the Ossuary

Lucanis: You are ... very thorough in your robbery.

Molly!Rook: Admittedly I'm trying to see if there's anyone else who needs breaking out of this bubble of suck.

Harding: ...please let them all be monsters. Please let them all be monsters. We don't need another abomination--

Lucanis: I am standing right here.

Harding: Look, you probably didn't hear about what the last abomination I heard anything about did to Kirkwall!

Molly!Rook: And the one before him was actually pretty damn cool and used her powers for good.

Harding: .........

Molly!Rook: I really did get all the stories, Harding. Including about things that Nightingale said about her time with the Hero of Ferelden and a mage named Wynne.

Harding: ...But why, though?

Molly!Rook: Veil Jumpers aren't just explorers and tinkerers, you know. I'm also a historian. Give me all the stories!

Lucanis: Right now we are getting all the demons. Your friend Harding got her wish.

Molly!Rook: Oh, right. *pulls dagger and orb* Time to put this shiny dagger I robbed to some use!

Lucanis: But you're a--

Molly!Rook: *is become skinny death with blade and fire*

Lucanis: ...Mages ... do that?

Spite: I like them!

Lucanis: ...

Spite: So do you, it seems!

Harding: Hey, Lucanis! Gonna help out here?!?

Lucanis: Oh. Right.

Spite: I'm gonna do the bridge thing! Might impress them!

Lucanis: Shut up and kill.

And, a fairly big fight later...

Molly!Rook: Ow.

Lucanis: Now, this is why I thought mages didn't engage head-on. The Crows could teach you a few tricks, you know.

Molly!Rook: ...Awesome! Now, lemme rob the last shiny and then we'll go.

Lucanis: We are sure it is "Rook" and not ... say, "Magpie"?

Harding: That. Is. A. Myth.

Lucanis: All right, all right! You are very uptight about your corvids, no?

Harding: Kind of side-eyeing one a little hard right now...

Molly!Rook: Okay, I got shinies, let's go before this place collapses.

And, above

Teia: They took Catarina!

Viago: You need to stay and--

Lucanis / Spite: Give. Me. Something. To kill.

Lucanis: *shakes head* Gods. You said something about killing gods. That should be challenge enough for me right now.

Teia: Okay, okay, yes.

Harding: Anyone want to tell these people that Illario is seriously overacting?

Molly!Rook: Now is not the "methinks the corvid doth protest to much" time, Harding. We'll help them as we can but dude, I'm not getting into the family nugshit if I don't have to. C'mon, Lucanis; let me show you to the Surreal Estate.

Lucanis: The ... what?

And, at the Surreal Estate

Molly!Rook: So?

Lucanis: It's ... interesting. I like the bed in the pantry.

Harding: There's a bed in the pantry?

Molly!Rook: There's a pantry?

Harding: ...What have you been eating?

Molly!Rook: Leftover trail rations. ...Wait, this means I can cook? THIS MEANS I CAN COOK!

Lucanis: ...You cook?

Molly!Rook: *already peering into the pantry* THERE ARE COFFEE BEANS IN HERE, TOO! SCORE!

Lucanis: .........

Spite: Say it! SAY IT! ...Okay, let me talk to them and I WILL SAY IT!

Lucanis: ..................

Spite: *gives Lucanis a nosebleed and a massive headache*

Molly!Rook: ...Okay, no, that is not okay. I don't know what we can do to de-demon you ... or let Spite back into his natural habitat, whatever, but the physical pain that you're clearly way too used to is not okay.

Lucanis: He'll get bored once you leave.

Molly: And he uses you as a chew-toy for sending us away? Fuck that.

Lucanis: Please.

Molly!Rook: ...Okay, I get you probably don't say that very often, so I'll leave it for now on one condition.

Lucanis: Name it.

Molly!Rook: Make some Antivan-style coffee for the crew who likes it? Like ... say, me. Definitely me. I've been using a battered copper pot over a campfire for awhile and--

Lucanis: You are boiling it?!?

Molly!Rook: Needs must over a campfire, dude! Save me from myself, okay?

Lucanis: *little smile* It shall be done.

Harding: If he cons her into distracting something important while he bombs a chantry, I'm gonna be pissed.

#Molly!Rook #Thess liveblogs DA: Veilguard #datv spoilers

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naanima · 2 years ago

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You know, all these people talking about how 30+ is ancient, dead & buried in sports? (I know it happens in fandom too, but I'm talking about sports today). It is soooooo steeped in hockey & F1 (my obsession & my flirtation).

It is used when people discuss contract negotiations, a justification to NOT sign players AT 28/29 on extensions bcos they'd be in their mid 30s when their contract ends. Or how certain drivers should NOT be in the car, that they should retire & make way for the young'uns. The discussions about injury concerns of older players WHEN career ending injuries doesn't give a fuck about age.

And it is hilarious to me bcos there are MORE & MORE examples of 30+ yr-olds keeping their slightly declining skills with their EXPERIENCE & still performing at a high level. New technology, new methodology, and the athletes themselves treating bodies like high tuning machineries all means that they will last longer. These athletes aren't retiring bcos they can still contribute & win.

All these people who think that 30+ yr-olds should retire & make way for younger athletes. None of the players & drivers NEED to retire UNLESS teams don't sign them. They deserve EVERY LAST cent they clawed into their coffers during negotiations. They deserve to be where they are. They DON'T owe younger athletes ANYTHING.

It is sports, it doesn't matter if they are young or old, if they can keep on playing they aren't gonna just roll over & hand it over to some young upstarts. Sport is a business and if our crusty old men can keep on hawling in cash & perform then fuck them all.

(And isn't it insane we talk about 30+ athletes as OLD & DECREPIT when in RL most of us are still trying to figure out what to do in life?)

#sports #hockey #f1

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stenka-razin · 19 days ago

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I finished Daima! Thoughts below the cut for spoilers and general length.

Nothing like some honest to god good Dragon Ball to make you realize how much you've been shafted. Seriously the series hasn't been this good since Battle of Gods and frankly it's been ridiculous that it took them this long to make an honest to good STORY. Nearly every arc in Super is just a paper thin clotheslines to hang fights on with next to no emotional resonance. The only exception was the Goku Black Arc, which rather infamously shit the bed in the end (not that it didn't have many misteps on the way there). Broly came close but my god was there so much about it that just didn't work. And to be frank I kinda tuned out after it. I don't give a shit about Moros or Granolahs or Ultra Egos or Black Freezas and especially Bardocks. Heard Super Hero was good but didn't care to watch.

And I wasn't gonna watch this but they made got convinced by a youtuber I follow. And my am I glad I did. This is the closest to old school Dragon Ball's vibe they've even attempted since GT, and it is leaps and bounds better than that. It's also strangely indebted to GT/Boo era Dragon Ball despite being more evocative of Pilaf/Red Ribbon era Ball. It makes for nice hybrid that channels some of the best parts of the series but without feeling like a full on cheap nostalgia fest.

Not to say there aren't shortcomings. In fact I think the pacing and exposition dump of the first episode is fairly awkward. But once we get that out of the way we hit a run of episodes that feels nothing short of magical. The wandering through this broken land and bonding with these characters yearning for freedom, but suffering because they were born in the wrong place? So good! And it gives the story STAKES! I know there are some stakes that won't happen but we accept for the sake of narrative. But if your stakes are guy is going to wipe out all the universes or destroy Earth or whatever, I DO NOT CARE. But Panzy and her friends in Demon World 3?? Who knows! Glorio could die! I dunno! And even more importantly than that, what about their livelihood. Will these people liberate themselves? The shit matters!! And it plays right into the atmosphere of the show and raises it above the caliber of kids smashing action figures together.

Speaking of atmosphere, can we talk about that theme? So good. I didn't even hate Super's first theme, but this is so good, a great mix of mystical and fun. Ah good song. Closing theme is also perfectly melodramatic. Also the opening credits don't look better than the show. Because they actually gave a shit about the quality of one of the most popular franchises in the world!!! It all looks so damn good with really only a minor drop of quality as we approach the climax. Like I know it's talked to death, but it is just more and more shocking how dirty they did Super on this front. Care about the fucking product Toei!

I will say the back half started to lose me a bit. We transition more into fighto fighto waku waku territory and the story suffers. It also doesn't help that the antagonist doesn't really work on this front. Gomah is great up until he becomes a "serious" villain. He's a maniacal little gremlin man, and demon napoleon. He has the charm of a Pilaf, and I love the exaggerated animations they give him. Then they introduce a plot item halfway through*, give it to him, and he hulks out. He still looks ridiculous, but now it's no charming. Didn't care for it, though as the fight went on there was still some legitimately great animation.

Now I gotta talk about Super Saiyan 4. Look. GT is dumb. SSJ4 is a mixed bag. In that show it's a literal ass pull. But it has its plusses. I like how the Ape man motif ties a little into what makes Saiyans special. I also like that unlike some of the other transformations, SSJ4 is brought on by empathy. Goku is raging Big Ass Ape, but his humanity ultimately reigns supreme. His love of his grand daughter brings him back and actually makes him stronger. Unlike SSJ1 & 2, it's the power of love, not rage, that brings it out.

Daima doesn't really mess with that at all. Instead Neva (secretly the worst character) just magics him and he gets stronger. This is the most nostalgia bate the whole thing gets. It's a fairly poor implementation and it could have been anything else honestly. BUT, we do improve on a couple things. In GT SSJ4 randomly makes Goku an adult again with no explanation. They coulda did that but they didn't! We get to see kid Goku SSJ4! It's a cool look. Also in general the animation of the form (and everything else) is leagues better than GT.

Anyway despite that BIG FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT climax, the ending is terrific. I love that Goku literally blows a hole between the demon realms, effectively freeing the people. I'm glad the big damn hero was Kuu. Love that guy! I love that unlike Super we actually got a half decent resolution and get to hang with these characters after the action ends! I'm glad we didn't half to deal with any fusions. They can be fun but they NEVER work with the arc thematically. They stuck the landing and had great payoff for these characters we met along the way other than "didn't die."

I've been cool with Dragon Ball not continuing for years now honestly. It's gone on forever, and since the mid 90s it's been bad more than it's been good. But I am glad this existed and I'm glad Toriyama went out with a winner. This feels like a solid place to end his era of Dragon Ball, which is a bit of a shame since for the first time in forever we have new characters I like! But I don't know if I trust these other writers with them. Could you imagine what they would have done in Super? Glorio and Panzy would have a million transformations where the only difference is their hair color!? They would have carted out Freeza for the millionth time. God, this was against all odds such a refreshing entry in the sea of later day Dragon Ball. I really liked it. I want more but don't need it. The perfect feeling after a finale.

*the post credit scene really took some of the sting off of this, but it didn't undo the fact that watching it I felt really annoyed by the special eye macguffin. It could have been set up way better and still keep the fun reveal at the end.

#dragon ball daima

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seanpultz · 6 months ago

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Absolution in The Haunted Mansion

Paige, Mandy Rose and Sonya Deville, better known as the professional wrestling stable Absolution in the WWE approach Gracey Mansion, which resembles the Joel Rathbone mansion, a Gothic Revival Pointed-style villa designed by Alexander Jackson (A.J.) Davis, in the upper Hudson River Valley area of Albany, New York.

Paige: (excited) "Alright, girls, this is it! The Haunted Mansion!"

Mandy: (giggling nervously) "Oh my gosh, Paige, it's so… gothic!"

Sonya: "Yeah, it's like we just stepped into the set of a vampire movie."

Mandy: "But in a, you know, Disney-fied way."

Paige: (smirks) "Well, I hope the ghosts inside are as friendly as the ones in the Hundred Acre Wood."

Mandy: "Let's not get our hopes up, Paige. This isn't Winnie the Pooh's place."

Sonya: (rolls eyes) "Come on, you two. It's just a ride. Nothing to be scared of."

Mandy: "Easy for you to say, Sonya. You don't get spooked by anything."

Paige: "Except for maybe a vegan donut shortage?"

Sonya: (laughs) "Very funny, Paige. But seriously, we're the baddest ladies in the wrestling world. A few ghosts aren't gonna ruffle our feathers."

Mandy: "Fine, but if I see a single cobweb, I'm holding onto you both."

Entering the queuing area through a pair of ornate gates, Paige, Mandy and Sonya find themselves in the mansion's nearly-neglected gardens and grounds. The queuing path leads guests past a knocked over birdbath, a black carriage hearse led by an invisible horse, and finally leads into the awning.

Mandy: "Look, Paige, there's the hearse! It's like we're at a royal funeral!"

Paige: "More like we're the entertainment for the afterlife."

Sonya: (smirks) "Well, if we're the main event, let's not keep the spirits waiting."

Mandy: "Why don't you say something to make it less creepy?"

Paige: "I got it. Remember, we're the unstoppable Absolution! Nothing here can scare us."

Mandy: "But what if it's a ghost that doesn't know who we are?"

Sonya: "Then we'll just have to introduce ourselves with an RKO Outta Nowhere!"

Mandy: (gulps) "Okay, okay. Let's stick together, though."

Paige, Mandy and Sonya are greeted at a gate with several busts of a family that once lived in the mansion that killed each other over inheriting a large fortune.

Paige: "Well, if the decorations are this good outside, I can't wait to see the inside."

Mandy: "I bet the family drama is just as intense as ours backstage."

Sonya: "Let's just hope the only thing we're fighting tonight is our own imaginations."

Mandy: "Or maybe a ghost that wants an autograph?"

Embossed musical instruments on a crypt that once touched a haunted tune mysteriously plays.

Paige: (stops to listen) "What's that music?"

Mandy: (nervously) "I think it's… it's coming from the crypt!"

Sonya: (curious) "Let's check it out."

As they approached the crypt, the music grew louder, the eerie melody seemingly coming to life.

Mandy: "Guys, maybe we should keep moving.

Water and bubbles emerge from a crypt belonging to a Captain Culpepper Clyne.

Mandy: "Oh no, what's happening?"

Paige: (teasing) "It's just a little bubble, baby."

Sonya: "It's part of the show, Mandy. Relax."

Mandy: "But what if it's not?"

Words inexplicably appear upon on a tomb belonging to a poetess named Prudence Pock.

Mandy: "Look, guys! Words are appearing on that tomb!"

Paige: (reads aloud) "Prudence Pock, poetess, plague victim. She lived, she wrote, she croaked."

Sonya: "Well, that's cheerful."

Mandy: (whispers) "I don't think this place is just a ride anymore."

Paige: "It's all part of the experience, Mandy. Nothing to worry about."

Mandy: "But what if the ghosts are… real?"

Sonya: "Then they'd be the ones getting spooked when they see us.

Then they reach the servant's entrance where our heroes enter the mansion.

Mandy: (gasp) "Guys, did you hear that?"

Paige: (unfazed) "It's just the door, Mandy. It's an old place. It's supposed to creak."

Sonya: "Yeah, it's all part of the ambiance."

Paige, Mandy and Sonya enter the elegant-but-spartan foyer as a distant pipe organ plays a dirge-like version of Grim Grinning Ghosts. Following this hallway, we enter a foyer, which features a fireplace to the left side. There is a picture hanging above the fireplace, which shows a handsome, young man (quite possibly the owner of the mansion).

Mandy: (whispers) "Look at that painting. The guy's eyes are following us!"

Sonya: "It's just a trick of the light, Mandy. Don't let it get to you."

Paige: "It's all in good fun, right, Mandy?"

Mandy: (swallows nervously) "Right. Just… fun."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight."

Mandy: (whipping around) "Who said that?"

While this is being said, the picture above the fireplace starts transforming Dorian Gray-style from that of a handsome young man, to that of a rotting corpse.

Mandy: (squeaks) "Guys, did you see that?"

Paige: "I think it's time we find out who's behind this little ghostly welcome party."

Sonya: (smirks) "It's all fun and games until someone gets slammed through a table."

Mandy: (swallows nervously) "But we don't have a table, Sonya."

Once the picture's transformation is complete, one of the walls opens up next to the picture, revealing an octagonal room.

Paige: "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Mandy: (nervously) "I think it's our invitation to the party."

Sonya: "More like a VIP backstage pass to the netherworld."

Paige, Mandy and Sonya enter this octagonal room from the Foyer. Four paintings (A bearded gentleman holding a document, A pretty young lady holding a parasol, An old woman holding a rose and A man in a bowler hat) flanked by candle-wielding gargoyles, hang from the walls in this chamber.

Paige: (examining the paintings) "These are definitely the kind of people you'd invite to a fancy tea party… if they weren't dead."

Mandy: (nervously) "Why are they staring at us like that?"

Sonya: (chuckles) "They're just watching the main event, Mandy. Relax."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now."

The doors Paige, Mandy and Sonya entered slam shut, The room begins to stretch upwards, the paintings on the walls elongating with it to reveal a comically gruesome end for each subject:

The bearded gentleman holding a document is revealed to be wearing only his undergarments from the waist down and standing atop a lit keg of dynamite.

The pretty young lady holding a parasol is revealed to be balancing on a fraying tightrope above the gaping jaws of an alligator.

The old woman holding a rose is revealed to be sitting atop a tall gravestone, at the bottom of which is a stone bust of her husband George with a hatchet embedded in his head.

The man in a bowler hat is revealed to be sitting on the shoulders of another man who sits on the shoulders of a third man who is waist deep in quicksand.

Mandy: (eyes wide) "Oh my God, are you guys seeing this?"

Paige: "Looks like our host had a sense of humor… before he, you know, kicked the bucket."

Sonya: "Guys, focus. We're not here to critique the artwork. We've got a ghost-filled mansion to explore."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The Ghost Host laughs as the trio is focused on the ceiling.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Of course, there's always my way.

The lights go out and lightning flashes above. The ceiling vanishes and gives a view of the mansion's cupola, where the skeletal corpse of the Ghost Host sways from a noose tied to the rafters (a sight that makes the trio scream). After a few seconds, the room becomes pitch black and a dreadful scream is heard, followed by the sound of bones shattering. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the horror ended, and the lights flickered back on. They blinked in the sudden brightness, their eyes adjusting to find that the skeletal corpse was gone, and in its place, a wall had slid open, revealing a hidden passage.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, ‘look alive,’ and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

Paige: (swallows nervously) "Well, that was… unexpected."

Mandy: "I'm pretty sure I just swallowed my tongue."

Sonya: "Alright, enough of the jump scares. Let's show this place who's boss."

We continue onward down a long hallway, leading to a short queue that is used to board the Doom Buggies.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

Paige, Mandy and Sonya all share a Doom Buggy.

Paige: (smirks) "Alright, Mandy, you can sit in the middle. Safety first, right?"

Mandy: (sliding in) "Thanks for the comforting thought, Paige."

Sonya: (hopping into the buggy) "You're gonna need it, because things are about to get real spooky."

Mandy: (wrapping her arms around Paige's waist) "Okay, I'm ready. I think."

Paige: (patting Mandy's hand) "You're with us. Nothing to worry about."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times."

The safety bar is lowered, locking Paige, Mandy and Sonya in their respective Doom Buggy.

The Doom Buggy enters a rather steep stairwell and pass under a landing where a floating candelabra floats in the darkness. After they pass under, they enter a hallway. To the left are two windows with white sheer drapes; lightning crashes and thunders outside. To the right are four paintings: a woman in a black sheer dress reclining on a daybed, a sloop on choppy waters, a knight on a rearing horse, and a woman in a Greek temple. With each flash of lightning, the paintings become: an anthropomorphic tiger, a ghost ship in a tropical storm, a skeleton knight on a skeleton horse, and Medusa in Greek Ruins.

Mandy: (squeezing Paige's arm) "Look at the paintings! They're changing!"

Paige: (trying to keep calm) "It's just a neat trick, Mandy. It's all part of the ride."

Sonya: "Yeah, like a wrestling match with a twist."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

Leaving the hallway, we enter into a rectangular library, which is filled from floor-to-ceiling by shelves lined with hundreds of books. Phantom hands pull books from the shelves. An empty chair rocks gently back and forth, and a ladder slides to and fro as an unseen force searches for a good read. Among the shelves, marble busts glare at Paige, Mandy and Sonya as they move along in the gloom.

Mandy: (whispers) "Paige, did you see that chair move?"

Paige: (glancing over) "It's all part of the experience, Mands."

Sonya: (smirks) "Maybe they've got some spooky wrestling books in here."

Mandy: (nervously) "I doubt it, but I wouldn't be surprised if there's a 'How to Summon a Ghostly Opponent' guide."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known."

Mandy: (whispers to Paige) "Did…did you see that? The busts are… they're looking at us!"

Paige: (glancing back) "It's just the lighting playing tricks, Mandy. Don't let them get into your head."

Sonya: (grinning) "Maybe they're checking us out, Mands. They probably think we're the real treasures here."

Mandy: (swallows hard) "I don't think they appreciate our kind of… 'fighting spirit'."

Paige: (laughs) "Well, if they do, we'll give them a match to remember."

Leaving the library, we enter the Music Room. In the room, our heroes find an invisible ghost playing a Rachmaninoff-style arrangement of Grim Grinning Ghosts on the piano. The ghost's shadow can be seen cast upon the floor, while a storm brews outside.

Mandy: (awestruck) "Guys, look at the piano! Someone's playing it, but… there's no one there!"

Paige: (chuckles) "It's just the ghostly maestro, Mandy. Enjoying the concert?"

Sonya: "Sounds like it's time for us to drop a beat of our own. You know, to spice things up."

Mandy: (swallows nervously) "I think we should just enjoy the music and not interrupt."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

Next, we enter the main stairwell of the Mansion. Here in this M.C. Escher-like void the stairs go right-side up, upside-down, sideways, slantways, longways, back ways, front ways, square ways, and any other ways that you can think of. It is on these steps we see the ectoplasmic footprints of the Mansion's ghostly residents.

Mandy: (eyes widening) "Are… are those ghost footprints?"

Sonya: (laughing) "Looks like someone's been practicing their moonwalks."

Paige: "Or maybe it's their version of a royal rumble."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour. A charming ‘ghostess’ will be on hand to take your application."

In the blackness, glowing, blinking eyes transform into the pattern on the wallpaper.

Mandy: (gulps) "Those… those are eyes… aren't they?"

Paige: (tries to keep it light) "Maybe it's the ghost version of Where's Waldo?"

Sonya: "Let's not get lost in the wallpaper. We've got a whole mansion to conquer."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills."

They pass a second floor passageway that seems to go on forever, lined with doors. A lone candelabra floats in midair halfway down it. Flanking the hallway entrance are a subtly-moving Suit of Armour and an armchair designed to have a "face."

Mandy: (squeezing Paige's arm tighter) "What's with that candelabra, floating like it's got nothing to hold onto?"

Paige: (smiling reassuringly) "It's probably just looking for the ghostly bathroom. You know, to light its way."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “Shhh, listen!”

A keening sounding like a banshee is heard.

Mandy: (whispers urgently) "Guys, guys, did you hear that? What was it?"

Paige: "It's probably just the mansion's version of a smoke break."

Sonya: "You mean the ghosts are taking a ghostly breath of fresh air?"

Mandy: (swallows hard) "I… I don't know. But it's freaking me out."

We ride past an alcove-like conservatory, the space choked with decaying and overgrown plants and vegetation. Outside the huge glass walls is a misty landscape, with only the gnarled limbs of leafless trees visible in the gloom. A raven perches on top of a stand with a withered funeral wreath, and in the center of the chamber is a coffin whose occupant is trying to get out - skeletal hands attempt to push the lid open saying "Let me out! Let me outta here!", which based on the nails sticking through the wood was meant to stay sealed.

Mandy: (whispers) "Oh my God, Paige, did you see that?"

Sonya: "The raven? Yeah, it's definitely not a friendly 'nevermore' kind of bird."

Paige: (smiling) "And the skeleton trying to escape? Classic haunted house stuff."

Mandy: (nervously) "But it's all… so realistic!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "All our ghosts have been dying to meet you. This one can hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through."

Mandy: (swallows hard) "This isn't funny anymore, guys. This is actually terrifying."

Paige: (patting Mandy's knee) "Don't worry, Mands. It's all for the fun of it. Just think of it as our very own horror movie premiere."

Sonya: "Yeah, and we're the stars, obviously."

Mandy: (taking a deep breath) "Okay, okay. I can do this."

Paige, Mandy and Sonya's Doom Buggy is then carried backward down an ominous corridor, a series of doors on either side of the car. Growls, screams, maniacal laughter and pleading voices emanate from behind them, as if something is trying to get out. Doors bend, as if they are breathing, knockers clack and rattle, and the walls are adorned with some "family portraits" of corpses.

Mandy: (voice shaking) "Guys, guys! What's happening? Why are we going backwards?"

Paige: (trying to sound calm) "It's just the ride, Mandy. Don't worry."

Sonya: "Look, we're passing through the family portrait hallway."

Mandy: (eyes wide with fear) "But… but these people are… they're all dead!"

At the end of the hall lies a grandfather clock, with its arms spinning wildly backwards and the clock striking 13. A shadow of a clawed hand passes over the face of the clock.

We next enter the shadowy Séance Circle. The buggies travel in a circle facing a large table and high-backed chair in the center of the room (a raven perches on the back of the chair). Above this table floats a crystal ball containing the spirit of Madame Leota, chanting incantations that summon the spirits to appear.

Madam Leota: "Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at! Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…

Mandy: (whispers, clutching Paige) "What's happening? This can't be part of the show!"

Paige: (swallows nervously) "It's… it's just special effects, Mandy."

Sonya: "Madame Leota's got some serious moves for a floating head in a crystal ball."

Madam Leota: Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

Next, we travel along a balcony overlooking the hall. A major party is underway as a multitude of transparent spirits engage in all sorts of revelry. A long dining table covered with decayed floral arrangements and dusty silverware plays host to a birthday feast, and whenever the orange-haired birthday ghost blows out the candles on a birthday cake at the head of the table, the other ghosts seated there vanish, only to reappear when the candles light again; nearby, an old woman disappears and reappears in a rocking chair. Several haunts drift into the hall from a hearse parked in a doorway, while cloaked wraith-like phantoms fly in through the broken windows from a stormy night outside. While a number of ghosts - including the notorious Pickwick - gadabout on the chandeliers above the room, a pair of duelists emerge from their respective paintings on the far wall and take shots at each other, forever reenacting their age-old feud. The open floor whirls with waltzing couples as a ghastly organist plays Grim Grinning Ghosts on a pipe organ, where tiny spirits emerge from the pipes.

Mandy: (staring in awe) "Look at them all, Paige! There's so many!"

Paige: (whispers) "It's like we crashed the afterlife's biggest bash."

Sonya: (chuckles) "We've got to be the most unexpected guests they've ever had."

Mandy: "What if they want us to join in?"

Paige: "I don't know about you, but I didn't pack my waltzing shoes."

Leaving the Grand Hall, we ride through a dark, dusty and cluttered attic, where the sound of a beating heart and a sinister piano rendition of "The Wedding March" can be heard. Among the brick-a-brac are several pieces of wedding paraphernalia and decor, and five different marriage paintings, depicting the same bride but with a different groom in each. As Paige, Mandy and Sonya watch, the heads of each of the grooms disappear, only to reappear moments later.

Mandy: (whispers nervously) "Guys, did you see that? The groom's heads are… they're disappearing!"

Sonya: (smirks) "Looks like those poor souls couldn't handle the drama of marriage. Or maybe it's just another one of the mansion's party tricks."

Mandy: (swallows hard) "Let's just keep moving, okay?"

Paige: (smiling reassuringly) "Don't worry, Mands. It's all just part of the story."

After passing the source of the music, a broken-down piano with an invisible pianist (only a shadow of a man cast on the wall and keys), we come face-to-face with the ghost of the bride, Constance Hatchaway.

Constance Hatchaway: “In sickness and in… wealth. You may now kiss the bride. We’ll live happily ever after. Till death do us part. Here comes the bride. As long as we both shall live. For better or for… worse. I do. I did.”

She laughs while, periodically, a spectral hatchet appears in her hands.

Mandy: (swallows hard) "Guys, that's… that's a ghost bride holding a hatchet. Is she okay?"

Paige: (smiling nervously) "I think she's just waiting for the right groom. Maybe we should introduce her to Mizdow?"

Sonya: (rolls eyes) "Very funny, Paige. Let's keep the matchmaking to the living, shall we?"

Mandy: (whispers) "What if she tries to make one of us her groom?"

Paige: (laughs) "Well, she's in for a surprise if she tries to pin me for a three-count."

The trio escape from the attic through a window.

Following leaving the Attic window, the Doombuggies move down the balcony outside the house and down a flight of stairs backwards. A raven caws at guests from a tree branch. The shapes of rising spirits can be seen everywhere.

Mandy: (swallows hard) "I think we've seen enough, guys. Maybe it's time to get out of here?"

Paige: (grinning) "Come on, Mands, we're just getting to the good part."

Sonya: "Don't worry, I've got your back. Besides, we're not scared, are we?"

Mandy: (swallows hard) "Well, I'm not saying I'm scared, but… I wouldn't say I'm exactly thrilled either."

Upon reaching the ground, the graveyard Caretaker can be seen with his dog, the two of them utterly petrified by the sight before them. Music is all around, while playful spooks pop-up from behind their tombstones. To the left, a group of five phantoms play a flute, a horn, a bagpipe, a harp, and pound on a tombstone to create an unearthly vibe. A King and Queen balance on a see-saw while a Duchess swings from a tree branch while she drinks a cup of tea. In the very back a skeletal wolf is seen howling at the moon.

Mandy: (swallows hard) "Guys, I'm not sure about this… it's all just a little too… real."

Paige: "Relax, Mandy. It's all in good fun. Besides, if we can handle a Fatal 4-Way, we can handle a little ghostly wedding reception."

Sonya: "Look, if it makes you feel better, I'll protect you from any overeager grooms."

Mandy: (nervous laugh) "Thanks, Sonya. Let's just keep moving."

On the other side of the path, five Singing Busts come into view, bearing very vividly lit, expressive faces as they sing:

♪ When the crypt doors creak ♪ ♪ And the tombstones quake ♪ ♪ Spooks come out for a singing wake ♪ ♪ Happy haunts materialize ♪ ♪ And begin to vocalize ♪ ♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪ ♪ Now don't close your eyes ♪ ♪ And don't try to hide ♪ ♪ Or a silly spook may sit by your side ♪ ♪ Shrouded in a daft disguise ♪ ♪ They pretend to terrorize ♪ ♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪ ♪ As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree ♪ ♪ Spooks arrive for the midnight spree ♪ ♪ Creepy creeps with eerie eyes ♪ ♪ Start to shriek and harmonize ♪ ♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize ♪ ♪ When you hear the knell of a requiem bell ♪ ♪ Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell ♪ ♪ Restles bones etherealize ♪ ♪ Rise as spooks of every size ♪

Other ghosts materialize, gathering around a hearse and drinking tea. A Mummy sits in his sarcophagus, trying to make contact with an elderly spirit who is just too deaf to understand him. Two "Phantoms of the Opera" blast their ghostly voices into the night. A Beheaded Knight, his Executioner, and his Prisoner all sing as a trio, while the poor ghost behind them tombs himself up. Our hero's Doom buggy enters the Mausoleum at the end of the Graveyard sequence where they are immediately "greeted" by the Raven who caws at guests while perching on the door to the Mausoleum.

Mandy: (swallows hard) "Guys, are those… are those ghosts singing?"

Paige: (clapping along) "Looks like we've got our very own impromptu concert."

Sonya: "This place is really going all out. It's like the afterlife's got talent."

Mandy: (whispers) "What if they want us to join in?"

Paige: (laughs) "Well, we've got the moves for it, but I don't think our vocal cords are quite up to the challenge."

Mandy: (laughing nervously) "I think I'll stick to my day job."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!"

They pass by three hitchhiking spirits; a Traveler, a Skeleton and a Prisoner.

Mandy: (swallows hard) "What do you mean, hitchhiking ghosts?"

The Doom Buggy passes by a wall of mirrors showing that the Hitchhikers are sitting in the vehicles along with Paige, Mandy and Sonya.

Mandy: (screams) "Guys, guys! They're in our car!"

Paige: (laughing) "Looks like we picked up some extra passengers!"

Sonya: "Well, I've had stranger tag-teams."

Mandy: (swallows hard) "This is… this is too much."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return!"

A very small being only around the size of a doll. She wears a white satin dress with a long, non-transparent hood, often mistaken for a veil, of the same material. She has visible long blue hair and glowing pale blue skin. stands atop the ledge of the crypt holding a bouquet of dead flowers. She is Little Leota, the Ghostess.

Little Leota: “Hurry back. Hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you…".

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

The safety bar is risen and the trio disembarks the Doom Buggy. As we head for the exit, we hear the ghosts sing this following passage:

♪ If you would like to join our jamboree ♪ ♪ There's a simple rule that's compulsory ♪ ♪ Mortals pay a token fee ♪ ♪ Rest in peace, the haunting's free ♪ ♪ So hurry back, we would like your company ♪

Mandy: (swallows hard) "Guys, did he just say we're going to take a ghost home with us?"

Paige: (winks) "Don't worry, Mandy. I think he's just messing with us. Let's get out of here before we end up in a real-life horror story."

Sonya: (chuckles) "Relax, it's all in good fun. Besides, we've got more bells to answer to than just these ghosts."

Mandy: (breathes a sigh of relief) "Thank goodness. I don't think my heart can take much more."

As the trio exits the mansion, the ghosts continue their merrymaking in the graveyard, and the realization sets in that they've just experienced something truly unforgettable. Despite the spooks and surprises, the bond between Paige, Mandy, and Sonya has only grown stronger. They link arms and walk back towards the park, their laughter echoing through the night. The Haunted Mansion had indeed lived up to its reputation, but Absolution had faced it head-on, proving once again that they were not only unstoppable in the ring, but also in the realm of the supernatural.

#walt disney world #the haunted mansion #wwe #Paige #Mandy Rose #Sonya Deville #Saraya-Jade Bevis #Amanda Rose Saccomanno #Daria Rae Berenato #Absolution

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this "dreamnotfound: consequences of baiting your audience" whatever video looks like it sucks. making an entire hour and a half video critiquing 2 best friends' sexualities and how they joke with each other is so lame. i was gonna give the video a chance but seeing as other people are saying it compared dnf to epstein of all things, i don't wanna give this freak views lmao, even if youtube has been shoving it down my throat since it came out.

people wanna get so up in arms about "queerbaiting" without actually knowing what it means or why real people can't queerbait. got harassed in 2021 for saying real people can't queerbait and using dnf as an example but i stand strong by my opinion. this isn't just about the video, this is about people getting pissed about dnf "queerbaiting" in general.

queerbaiting refers only to fictional media because fictional characters in fictional media are controlled by their creator(s). their sexualities and how they express themselves are chosen for them because they are fictional characters. in wikipedia's words, "Queerbaiting is a marketing technique for fiction and entertainment in which creators hint at, but do not depict, same-sex romance or other LGBTQ+ representation. The purpose of this method is to attract ("bait") a queer or straight ally audience with the suggestion or possibility of relationships or characters that appeal to them, while not alienating homophobic members of the audience or censors by actually portraying queer relationships."

real people can't queerbait because real people can't choose their sexuality and are entitled to their own ways of self-expression. dictating that only queer people are allowed to do this and only straight people are allowed to that is not promoting inclusivity or acceptance. it also enforces stereotypes.

plus, what even are the "consequences"? that people will see them as gay/dating? who the fuck cares?

a portion of dteam's audience is on the younger side (the kid dteam fans that only engage with their youtube content) if they see 2 men flirting, they'll think it's normal for people of the same gender to flirt— which it is.

if george is straight (which people shouldn't care if he is or isn't), then it's a good thing for straight men to not mind being seen as gay. it helps enforce the fact that being queer isn't gross or weird, it's normal and fine.

dream and george are 2 white guys with huge audiences in the gaming sphere. it breaks down stereotypes for 2 influential gamer guys to flirt with each other and it deters bigots in the gaming sphere + shows would-be bigots that again, people of the same gender flirting is normal.

they're not "baiting" anything. they've said they aren't dating and currently have no plans to date. it's not like "ooh, are we dating? better stay tuned to find out ;)" it's "we're not dating but we're close with each other and like to flirt."

why is it an inherently bad thing for people to ship dreamnotfound??? dreamnotfound hasn't been nearly as harmful to dream and george's relationship as other ships like dan x phil or harry styles x louis tomlinson have been to their respective people. if anything, it's strengthened it.

dream is queer

it's not a big deal

bruh dreamnotfound literally lead a song to break records (heat waves broke the record for longest amount of time a song has spent on the billboard top 100 at 59 weeks on the charts) and has over 2 billion spotify streams, 1.3 billion youtube music plays, and 721 million youtube views on the music video. and glass animals themselves engaged in dnf before

as a bisexual trans man, i feel comfortable in the dream team fandom, and i like watching creators that don't make me feel alienated for being trans and queer. i love being a dnfer, writing dnf fanfic is fun. it's not harming anyone for dnf to exist, and if you're so "harmed" by it, question yourself on why you care so much about two minecraft youtubers flirting despite not being a dnfer yourself. they're not taking views away from queer creators, i am a queer creator and i'm getting hits on my ao3 dnf fanfic so if anything, they're helping. plus, i watch other queer creators while enjoying dnf. plus, dream is a queer creator.

you are not entitled to someone else's sexuality. they do not have to come out to you or anyone. thinking that "dnf are queerbaiting because they get to reap the benefits of being in a queer relationship online without actually dating" is so gross. they don't have to date if they don't want or plan to. also, being queer online isn't all sunshine in rainbows, dream has faced quite a bit of homophobia (and quite a bit of that homophobia comes from people acting like they're helping the community by 'calling out queerbaiting...' cough cough k*ceytron). george doesn't talk about his sexuality publicly all that much and that's his choice that he's entitled to. dream has come out, saying he knows he's somewhere in the LGBTQIA+ community, but doesn't know where yet or have a label, and he gets people being homophobic to him. yet people claim they're "inclusive" and "support all queer people." and saying "i'm not homophobic— dream's a straight man!" is homophobic because he's not a straight man. disliking a queer person doesn't give you an excuse to be homophobic.

TLDR/"i ain't reading allat" — queerbaiting refers to when creators hint at queerness in their media without having to actually show queerness. real people can't queerbait because they can't choose their sexuality and are entitled to their own ways of self-expression. dnf flirting actually has benefits, and telling people they can or can't flirt with each other based on their sexuality isn't inclusive or accepting lmao. you're not entitled to someone else's sexuality.

people who aren't in queer relationships flirt all the time. why is it such a bad thing if dnf do it?

(also before people come at me for "yapping," this fuckass youtuber is doing 10x the yapping i am lmao. do you need views that bad?)

#dranting #gonna call my dteam rant posts 'dranting' now #real people cannot queerbait

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