#but then again you can print on pretty much any surface im just used to printing on nice rives paper

[fabledferns]

I would love to try printing my own design on a shirt like you did! Could you please possibly make a guide on how you did it?

absolutely i can!! this is gonna get a bit long so im gonna put the full tutorial under a read more LOL

ALSO disclaimer: i’m making this tutorial with the assumption that whoever is reading it already kinda knows the basics of relief printing! BUT if anyone would like me to post a more basic tutorial about that, i would be happy to <3

1. the block!! i used the Inovart Eco Karve Printing Plates (very similar to the Speedball Speedy Carve Blocks, just a bit cheaper). but you can use linoleum, wood, etc. this was my first time ever printing on fabric and since it turned out so well i’ll probably stick to using this type of block in the future LOL but linoleum and wood do work! it mostly depends on personal preference and budget

2. i highly recommend doing a test print! both to prime the block a bit and to see if there’s any spots you missed (you can see a lot of chatter on the first test print that i got rid of)

3. the ink! i used the Speedball Fabric and Paper ink. it’s the only one i’ve tried for fabric, but i do recommend the speedball brand in general! whatever ink you use, make sure it’s for block printing, for fabric, and read the instructions

when getting your ink, i found that i ended up needing a bit more ink than i do printing on paper

you can either ink your print now or on step 5 if you’re worried about it drying out

4. prepare your shirt! try to get a shirt with the least amount of texture possible for the best results (not knitted, ribbed, etc). get yourself some cardboard to put in the shirt while you print, it’s supposed to be mainly to keep ink from bleeding but i feel like it also gives a better surface to print on

5. layersssss! shirt down first, flatten out where you want to print. then the block, and if you’re using a press, then the felt thing (it probably has a name)

usually printing on paper the block is laid down and the paper on top of it, fabric is the opposite!

6. printing! so for this i am obviously using a press (the Woodzilla Hand Press, highly recommend if you’re really getting into printmaking and have the money!!) if you’re using the press, after putting the top down, tuck the shirt under the lever. otherwise it’ll make marks in the shirt when you press down that will probably go away, but better safe than sorry

if you don’t have a press, no worries!! it just takes a bit more time and patience. use an old rolling pin or put a giant book on top and press! the bigger the print, the harder it is to print consistently. do your best to add enough pressure and make it even. even with the press, i usually put all my body weight into it

whatever method you’re using, use ALL YOUR MIGHT to print it!!!! too much pressure is better than not enough imo

7. TADA!! a (hopefully) perfect print!! if it’s not, don’t panic! i can’t attest for other brands, but ive been able to clean the ink out of misprinted shirts and print on them again. i washed them out in the sink to get as much ink out as possible (i used cold water, but to be so honest i have no idea if hot or cold water would work better). then use some sort of stain remover and just fucking. douse it. i used a Shout! spray for this. let it sit for however long the instructions say, wash it, and it should come out! it even worked for a light pink shirt for me, i can’t say for sure if it would work with white though

and that’s my guide!! hopefully i explained everything alright and people find it helpful <3 i’m happy to answer any other questions anyone might have! i am also pretty new to this though, so there is definitely some stuff i don’t know lol

[esspurrr]

tried out something experimental when a reductive print had some. issues.

[weasleypogues]

written in the starts (f.w. soulmate au) pt. 1

hii this is a fred soulmate au and in this cedric didnt die lol hope u enjoy. i also dont think i got the ages right with any of this but play along hehe

masterlist. part 2. part 3.

you sat in the hufflepuff common room as you had finished settling into your dorm and wanted to give your roommates space to do the same. cedric was to your right and you were catching up on each other’s summers. the ending summer and upcoming fall sun was shining through the large windows and cast in the lightly colored and calming room. your fingers fiddled with the soft white blanket you sat with as you listened to cedric’s summer and laughed at the jokes he told in between. he was a year older than you and felt like an older brother as well. 

“it’s crazy that this is your last year, right?” you asked, and let your head settle on your closed fist as your eyes felt dreamy. you gave cedric a sympathetic smile which he returned with a bigger one.

“no no no, you don’t get to get all sentimental on me just yet. i still have a year.” cedric responded, slightly chuckling. “i should be the one getting sentimental. you’ll finally get your pen tomorrow!” 

you laughed and blushed at the topic of conversation. cedric was referring to the pen you get when you turn seventeen which you can use to communicate with your soulmate. it was sort of a disappearing ink that if you wrote on any surface, it would disappear as it waited for your soulmate with the same connecting pen to respond. you could write on skin, table tops, papers, and really anything. in order for the pen to be activated, both sides of the soulmates have to be seventeen. that meant, if you turned seventeen first, you would have to wait for however long for their birthday to start communicating.

“gotta say, i’m a little nervous. i really hope im the younger one. i don’t know what i’ll do if i have the pen but can’t even use it for a good amount of time.” you said, overwhelmingly, but in a good way. cedric jokingly slapped you on the arm with a pretend insulted face.

“not cool! you know i had to wait seven months until malia got hers!” cedric said, looking back at the struggling months of the useless pen and waiting for answers. you laughed and rubbed the spot where he hit you.

“yeah yeah yeah, whatever.” you answered, blushing madly and failing to hide the widest smile ever. 

“cedric!” you heard someone call from behind you. you investigated to see who it was, realizing it could virtually be anyone in the house. cedric was pretty popular in your hufflepuff house as all the girls thought he was a dreamy looking guy but also had no bad blood with the guys as well. your eyes followed the source of the noise and saw malia, his soulmate, happily walking towards cedric. cedric got up instantly and wrapped his arms around her.

“sorry i haven’t been around too much. julia is getting a little freaked out and wants to know exactly where her classes are so she isn’t late. my little ravenclaw, aw.” malia spoke with her hand on her chest, referring to her eleven year old sister that was just sorted into ravenclaw last night. you got up and peered behind cedric with a giant smile on your face. malia caught your eye instantly and pulled away from her boyfriend and embraced you.

“(y/n)! ugh, i missed you so so much! how was your summer?” she asked. she sat down on the third cushion on the sofa and joined the conversation you and cedric were having, happily.

next day.

you woke up to the sun shining in through your window and the smell of breakast filled your room. a subtle smile ran across your face and your eyes fluttered open, revealing one of your best friends jada just waking up as well in the bed over from yours. you and the rest of your roommmates had stayed up to see past midnight to wish you a happy birthday. a minute after the clock had struck 12 an envelope slid under the door which had your name printed on the front in cursive. 

(y/f/n) (y/l/n) professor sprout’s office. ten in the morning. happy birthday.

you checked your watch on the nightstand next to you and read the time. it was 9:32 am. you and jada didn’t even have to speak before giving each other beaming smiles and you basically sprinted out of bed to head for the bathroom  to get ready. 

you styled your hair, put on sublte makeup, and dressed in an outfit you had planned for your birthday, seeing as you didn’t have to wear your school uniforms just yet. all you needed was shoes now. you ran back to your nightstand to check the watch again, 9:54. 

“good luck.” jada said, smiling, clearly vibrating with as much excitement as you were. “happy birthday, (y/n/n)!” 

you sent her a thank you, hugged her, and tugged on your shoes before practically booking it out the door, trying not to be too loud in consideration of your other roommates. you were basically skipping to professor sprouts office who’s room was not too far from the hufflepuff common room. 

you gave a quiet knock to professor sprout’s door and heard a faint “come in” from the inside. you opened the door politely and slowly, showing your face to her before walking in completely and shutting the door behind you. you were faced with professor sprout, professor mcgonagall, and professor dumbledore having an innocent morning conversation. 

“ah, ms. (y/l/n). happy birthday! i see you must have gotten professor sprout’s letter!” dumbledore spoke in his deeper but oddly soothing voice.

“thank you so much, professor. and yes, i did.” you responded with a slightly giggle. nothing was holding back the giant smile that was etched across your face. 

“i remember when i got my pen on my birthday. i ran right outside professor beery’s office and wrote on the wall, itching to see if there would be a response. oh to be young.” professor sprout said dreamily, opening a chest under a table of green plants. you blushed.

“professor, you don’t look a day over twenty five.” you responded, jokingly but not in a malicious way. this earned a chorus of laughs from the three professors.

“always so charming, you. here you are.” professor sprout said, handing you and box that was a few inches long, and silver with a sage green bow on the top. “they don’t usually come with bows, but i wanted to add a sweet little touch for a student like you.”

before even opening the box, you smiled at her greatly and gave her a quick hug which she didn’t oblige. you took a deep breath before opening up the box, your heart racing at the speed of light. there, sat a marble white pen that glittered in the sunlight from the office. it was not too heavy and you picked it up slowly, admiring it.

“happy birthday, ms. (y/l/n).” professor mcgonagall said sweetly, failing to hide her own small smile while watching your life basically change for the better. 

“thank you, professor mcgonagall! and thank you again professor sprout and professor dumbledore! i gotta go.” you responded, your cheeks hurting and your fingers itching to write something down. all the teachers shared your happiness as you practically ran out of the room and towards the kitchen. 

you grabbed the closest napkin, right after saying a good morning to the kitchen elves, and clicked the pen, nervously. 

before you could write anything down, your forearm felt tickled and you glanced down to see writing that left a glittery after effect before the black words became clear.

balderdash.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at their beautifully detailed piece they made for this work and support them with reblogs so it can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this and everything else this past week! One last thank you as this wouldn’t have been as polished without you ^-^

Chapter 7: I Remember

Chapter Summary: In a nostalgic museum of their own creation, Virgil feels as content as he ever has living out lifetime after lifetime with Logan.

Day 5 Prompt: Free Day

Warnings: none. If there are any please let me know!

WC: 1787

AO3 link

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @ace-in-a-shopping-cart @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @logans-library @im-an-anxious-wreck @edupunkn00b

“Which one did you like chickens in?”

Logan poked his head out of the kitchen window while being sure to hold the dish he was drying well away from the sill. “Chickens?”

“You liked chickens in one of our lives for some reason.” Virgil didn’t look up as his tongue poked out of his mouth in concentration- something that never failed to make Logan smile since according to him Virgil did that in every life. Blowing away the dust from the mistake he had sanded away he grabbed up the carving tool and started again, holding the figurine a little too close to his face to technically be safe but he was far past the point of caring. He held his breath as he dragged a smooth line across the dark stained surface. It was perfect. All he needed to do was drag it the other way and-

Groaning in frustration he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to cry over something so stupid. It was a chicken- and a wooden one at that- no more deserving of tears than a child’s block tower being knocked over. But as the slight tremor in his hands continued to betray him as the years went by he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. There were so many things he wanted to do and create and as their lives went by it became harder and harder to keep up with it all; thankfully he was stubborn enough that it never kept him from trying.

Opening his eyes as a cool breeze swept past him he couldn’t help but smile at the early morning sky, full of the deep purples and blues that they had both favored since their souls first formed. Cool and calm and deep the colors blended together with a soft brilliance he admired every time he reached for the soulbond he and Logan shared. He hardly knew how to describe the way Logan filled his life to the brim with a happiness that made him feel safely rooted to the ground and flung him headlong into the clouds at the same time. A kind of breaking open of the chest while still feeling as if everything was securely nestled in their proper places. He supposed the way the colors swirled endlessly between the stars- brilliant galaxies forming and reshaping in picturesque moments that would be gone in an instant- maybe that came pretty close.

Grinning to himself he carefully gathered up his tools and his current work in progress, nudging the door open with his foot and stepping into the warm comfort of the living room. They had spent an entire lifetime making it their own, as they so often did when they finally found each other again. Often there wasn’t a day wasted when they became whole again to pick up right where they had left off in their previous life, collecting an eternity’s worth of memorabilia that no one could ever hope to understand but them. Setting down his armload on a side table he eased himself into a rocking chair situated by the window, the gentle movements a pleasant stim as he listened to Logan move around in the kitchen. 

He leaned his head back slowly to rest on the back of the chair, staring up at the dark stained bookshelves overflowing with all manor of things they had made or collected in the decades they had been together. The old but thankfully sturdy wood bowed under the weight of books either so old they were bound with leather and cracked at the seams or so new the pages were still visibly crisp from the printing press. There was one in particular bound tightly in soft brown leather with a bright green gem stuck in the center of it that neither of them had ever opened but had found and added to their collection nonetheless. Whatever it was, it fit the aesthetic so neither of them could complain. 

Tilting his head to the side he watched as Logan bustled around the kitchen getting their morning dose of coffee set up, refracted light from various forms of open geodes glittering around him and making his glow in the room. They had become veritable hoarders in this lifetime, though Virgil suspected they always did, collecting everything from crystals that matched their colors perfectly to pond skipping rocks that had felt too perfect in their hands to ever give up to the water. Their vast collection of seashells littered nearly every surface as well with a suncatcher made from them hanging in the large window overlooking their yard. He nearly laughed as he caught sight of it, a wooden flute he had carved hanging with it as well reminiscent of Logan’s hippie phase he had yet to let him live down. He had justified it by saying it was just another thing to remember their time together with, but mostly he just loved the playful eye roll he would get every time Logn caught sight of it.

 Of course the better caving he had made for him was on the shelf behind him, nearly life size wooden ice skates that Virgil had made with as much care poured over them as he could muster. He remembered making and  presenting them to his best friend after one of his competitions- they’re fingers brushing and a thousand and one memories cementing their souls together once again. Since then their house had slowly filled with blocks of wood molded to the memories they gained of an eternity spent together. Several small blocks were shoved in the spaces they could fit, depicting all the constellations Logan had told him about when they would go out in a field or lay on the roof of one of their houses and talk the night away. There were so many animal figurines they could likely make a replica of a zoo- if of course that zoo featured mostly horses, cats and various other farm animals they swapped stories of when a memory struck them. He already knew where he was going to fit the chicken, he just needed his hands to cooperate long enough to get the feathers right.

Looking back down he scowled at the stubborn piece of wood for having the audacity to not simply shape itself the way he envisioned. Chickens, as it turned out, were hard enough to get right in the first place, what with Logan seeing them being plump fluffy things meant to be pet and cuddled. Virgil, on the other hand, saw nothing but mini dinosaurs that had to be smaller just to spite him with their sharp beaks being ankle height. He had seen what the tiny terrors could do with their beaks and talons, beady eyes zeroing in on a target and having little to no regard for what it was, so long as it reacted to being chased and pecked at. But Logan had loved them and still held them in fond regard even if he no longer worked on a farm, so Virgil had wanted to solidify the past life with his tools just as he did all the others. He’dthank his hands for not allowing him to finish it if he wasn’t so sure it would make Logan’s face brighten with the smile Virgil lived and breathed to see.

His chin was taken gently and tilted so that he was looking at his husband, that smile Virgil had fallen for time and time again gracing his lips as he ironically tucked a sprig of forget-me-nots behind his ear. Their house was full of them, dried and paired with lavender and tucked into nearly every feasible space they could. The dusty scent of their favorite flowers mixed with the wide variety of candles strewn about on spare surfaces, a collection of scents they had discovered reminded them of different places and times spent together. A gentle flick at his bottom lip returned him to the present, the smile now a smirk as Logan tapped his nose.

“I cannot fathom why you are attempting to carve a chicken if you despise them enough to nearly combust a replica with a glare.”

“You like chickens and I like you. So you’re getting a chicken.” Virgil rolled his eyes at the teasing, clenching his hands into fists in his lap. “I just need my useless hands to cooperate with me or I would have had it done ages ago. I can never keep up with everything I’ve done in the past.”

Virgil huffed and smiled ruefully up at the other who looked to be considering something. Before he could ask him for his thoughts however he was pulled carefully to his feet, his rough hands held tightly in dry slender fingers. Rubbing his thumbs over the back of them Logan brought one of his hands to his lips to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles, doing the same to the other even as Virgil blushed profusely and was pulled into a soft embrace. 

“I love and appreciate your talents and passion, making our memories real to remind us of the happiness we shared in the past.” Logan’s breath tickled his ear as he rested his chin on his shoulder, Virgil burying his face in the crook of his neck to hide his ever deepening blush. “I love your hands as they are, whether you find them useful or not. They’re there for me to hold and kiss and that’s use enough for me.”

“Logan-”

“You’ve made so many things that we’ve loved unconditionally throughout our lives. But it was never about our past or future, it’s just us.” Logan moved away to place his hands on his cheeks instead, steady gaze radiating warmth and comfort. “I love you. I always have and I always will- and I certainly don’t need you carving a quote ‘diet dinosaur’ to know that you feel the same.”

Virgil snorted and leaned forward to rest his forehead on Logan’s, simply taking in the quiet as they stood in each other’s embrace. To love and be loved by someone across multiple lifetimes was something he cherished above everything else, the lines of fate tracing forwards and backwards to weave them together again and again. He realized as he stood there, surrounded by a nostalgic museum meant only for them and lit with the soft glow of the early morning sun warming them further, that there truly was no one else for him. He leaned against soulmate and smiled, thinking through everything that had happened in the past and everything that would happen in the future, he had Logan.

And that was enough.

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[mrfutureboy]

I would like to know when you started drawing and where your passion for fanart started 😊

Oh FUCK dude i did not see this i’m so fucking sorry this is so late 😭 damn you, tumblr, for not fucking notifying me!! Anyway buckle up this is gonna be much longer than you asked for <3

Honestly ive kinda been drawing all my life! I hope that doesnt sound dumb cuz obviously almost everyone drew pictures when they were kids, but i know that it’s been a consistent hobby for me since i was little. By the time i was in 3rd grade I was hoarding notebooks to draw in. Cuz that’s something fun about me: i had a real huge habit of drawing in things that werent sketchbooks. Through middle school and beyond I did buy/receive sketchbooks, but I started out with various kinds of notebooks. One I had from like 2nd grade was like a hardcover, stationary-type notebook that I drew cats in lol, and I have 2 velvet lisa frank notebooks from 3rd grade. In high school and college I had a really bad habit of drawing in the margins on my notes and on handouts the teacher/professor would give. Those classes where the prof just prints out all the notes beforehand and gives them to you to follow along? Oh man, I spent so many classes barely listening while I drew on them! I also used to draw on my physics homework and tests and sometimes I even got extra credit for them (thank you jeff :D). I actually have a folder of various drawings I’ve kept from that 8yr time period and a lot of them are on classwork 😂

Obviously, I’ve been doing a lot of digital art lately, which I’m sure is what u were more curious about rather than the shit about drawing on my homework. I got a surface pro as a graduation gift in 2016 bc prior to that i had a wacom tablet and a janky ass laptop, so the gift was kinda a 2-in-1: i can do schoolwork AND art easily! i like digital art a lot and honestly im still learning new things abt it every time i draw. I use Leonardo currently (i’ll skip that story) but I started out doing digital art on sketchfu WITHOUT the wacom tablet in maaaaybe 2012??? 2011??? does anyone on this site remember sketchfu? Honestly couldnt even tell u how i found that site hahah the internet was just full of wonders back in the day. RIP sketchfu. Once i got the tablet tho some time later i used sketchfu still (i think) but also gimp and krita i believe.

Oh i suppose I should mention that i took art all four years of highschool and also minored in it in college! So it’s something i did academically as well as for fun. I keep thinking about going to art school for realsies but idk. I’m already $$$ in debt from my first degree i dont feel like adding to that 😅😓

Ok now for the second part of your question: I’ve also pretty much always done fan art! Ive never really been one for OC’s, EXCEPT for the self-insert superhero double life “comics” i wrote about a poodle named Sassy when i was in third grade. And then the knock off “comics” i wrote at a later time which honestly it was weird that i did a knock off of my own thing rather than just adding them to the original or making it a spin off with at least one of the og characters. Cuz it wasnt a spin off!! But anyway there wasnt really much to any of these characters; i just needed vessels to get my weird ideas out.

So anyway yeah most of what ive ever drawn has been fan art or self portraits, because its just easier for me to take characters that already exist and bend them to my will (artistically). Well excluding art assignments in school i guess because i would usually have to draw something specific and therefore not something self indulgent. But yeah ive drawn for lots of fandoms like the earliest i remember is warrior cats. Then theres things like pokemon and warriors and random other books i read thru middle school (i used to read a LOT but now im practically illiterate); spn, sherlock, and marvel through high school; and then marvel and bttf thru the end of hs and beyond. Idk i also have always loved looking at other peoples fan art and so im like “shit i wanna do that too!”. Tho i will say marvel was my biggest fandom and the one i had the longest interest in, so that was probably where the passion REALLY came from cuz I was drawing marvel stuff for such a long time (tho not posting shdjsk u have to trust me), but ive been doing fan art forever :)

(Of course, a lot of the fan art i was making prior to recently was drawn in lined notebooks or on homework sheets or what have you, and I wasn’t posting really any of it, but i was still making it and a good chunk of it still exists. Oh i should also mention most of it was with pencils or ballpoint pens like i wasnt doing anything too fancy. There was some digital art in the highschool-college time frame but it also really wasnt…much. Honestly i barely posted any of it here but I know some of it’s on deviantart)

I cant pinpoint the exact time I started getting more “serious” about my art in general, but i know the first pandemic lockdown gave me more free time and i was less stressed about schoolwork so i just kinda had a good outlet. (Tho i will say that prior, I had been in a life drawing club for a short while, and i had also been working on a personal sketchbook project that had me pretty ~inspired~ to do art. Also i watched twin peaks around this time and it inspired a lot of Feelings and i was making funky collages and other art pieced that were sometimes related to that. Some of those are on deviantart)

Honestly I think the Big thing with my digital art was coincidentally getting back into BTTF the summer of the 35th anniversary bc the fandom here was THRIVING and i was like “oh shit wait i want to contribute!” But as i kept drawing i kept wanting to improve and that leads us to right now where im constantly trying new things (whether subtle or obvious) and challenging myself to do full body drawings with different poses, and doing screencap redraws and what have you for various reasons (backgrounds, proportions, pose, etc)

So yeah :) Basically I’ve been doing fan art forever (I didnt even get into all the mediums ive tried but that’s another conversation bc this is already so long and convoluted) and it’s kinda coincidental that ive suddenly really gotten back into it and have improved dramatically in such a short time. Thank you so much @rovermcfly for the ask and again im really sorry you had to wait so long for a response! Stupid tumblr

[crazyforhorror]

Chapter four: Are you kidding me?

— Paul pov—

I sat perplexed on the floor of the laundry room trying to figure out what was wrong with the washing machine. My favorite white pants were covered in blood and i cant get the stains out to save my life! Poor human females, i dont know how they do it honestly. It has been hours of me trying to get it done after successfully luring people her to feed off of. This is how i ended up here....... my swearing must have been loud because Laddie came into the laundry room with a look i could describe only as a teacher who was about to lay a ruler to your hand for talking too much and far too loud in class. “ dad you do realize there is this thing called bleach, right?? You just add that when you do your laundry with stain remover spray and you are good to go! I swear that is is super easy, here let me show you.” He says while putting in the needed liquids and starting the wash. The only problem with that was he was standing on my legs to reach the opening and the dials of the big machine that i was at war with. He was standing on my BARE legs in his COMBAT BOOTS. Now that my legs were all muddy and gross and were going to have shoe prints in bright red....... life with kids i guess though, right? David passed with a chuckle and said, “wow Paul your kid is smarter than you are. That’s sad bro.” I flipped him the bird and continued to listen to Laddie babble, this time about a new show he and Marko had discovered on the TV set tonigh. A ten year old is smarter than me. Are you kidding me??as the munchkin leaves the room I let a growl bubble up in my chest at the thought that David had told me the wrong stuff to remove blood, he told me freaking ketchup and mustard were the stuff you needed to use and when i had done that, i lost a pair of pants to the garbage man. Now i at least had Laddie to help me out but how did he know?

—Star Pov—

I still looked for Laddie even though he had been gone so long. What caused him to run away? were Michael and I hard on him? Did he think we were trying to change him too much? We were walking to the opening of the old cave, having yet to check here for him. Maybe he had gone here, Michael once said to me. I mean this did used to be his home for quite some time. What we saw when we entered the cave shocked us to the core. A cold feeling settled its home in my gut, something was wrong about it. It did NOT look like it was left abandoned by the guys, it looked a bit daare I say, empty.

“Kids found the cave and raided it huh?” Michael asked me with a tone of both disgust and awe.

“No, No one in all my time with the lost boys, we never ONCE had someone raid the cave let alone actually come in. Unless the guys brought them here for their.....dinner. But STILL we NEVER had that problem. This is fishy; something else has happened here. I intend to find out.” My voice wavered a few times, a wobbly tone that told how disturbed to my core I was. This did not feel right at all, almost like something more sinister is deceiving us all. Not something I look forward to learning about honestly. Did Laddie come back to the cave  and get stuff that reminded him of the boys before he ran away? I started looking around for any possible leads to what went down in here. The old boom box paul loved, missing. Dwayne’s skate board collection? Missing. David’s books that were neatly piled up behind his little alcove? Gone! Marko’s pigeons and their cage? Poof! They too were gone.Laddie’s favorit toys and teddy bear and blanket that if he were to lose he would never be the same was all long gone. Even the old Jim Morrison Poster that once draped the wall of the back part of the cave was gone.... Wait if this was all missing, “ It looks like someone took very specific things and in a hurry too, its messy, looks rushed and oddly enough all the missing stuff was things the guys loved more than anything. Something isn’t right here Michael, I think we need to get the Frog brothers again so don’t you dare touch anything. There is definatly something more than we can see scratching the surface of this.” His eyes widened as I let the words shake out of my mouth, I was for sure pale, looked sick and you could feel the mood of the room become fridged with horror, confusion. This was something we needed advice on.

-- Michael Pov--

It was still early morning as Star and I made way to Edgar and Alan’s comic book shop. They looked rather incredulous to our arrival and asking for help. “But they are gone? Has a new coven come in and replaced them that quick?”

Star shook her head, her frizzy curls bouncing around her face. “ No their stuff was missing but only the things that were important to them, and before you say it was Laddie before he ran away, there was too much stuff gone. Paul’s boom box and tapes, David’s books, Marko’s pigeons and their cage, Dwayne’s skateboards AND all of Laddie’s toys and his favorite bear and blanket are all gone. It looked like it was done in a hurry and something just dosen’t add up here. Something sinister is hiding in this situation. and yes we checked the ENTIRE cave, they are not in thier sleeping quarters or any of the old rooms that were still accessable. Nada.” Sam pops out from a shelf area with a comic book limp by his side. “But they all died. Are you positive that the surfers didn’t go and take things they didn’t go and take things they liked before the kid got got his stuff and he ad gotten it later?” I only nodded with a look of grim worry shattering my face. We had to find out what what was going on so we decided to take the kids there to let them look around. The shop got closed up and we all made our way back to the cave at the edge of Hudson’s bluff.

A/N: 

Im sorry this took so long to get this up. My anxiety and depression are pretty rough right now and I don’t have my own computer so updates are a little crazy. I hope you enjoyed this! im going to get caught up on this and then I will also go through the family tree I have made. 

[kettle-on]

This George Harrison x gardener!reader fic is turning out to be a hell of an undertaking.

Here’s some more to be going on with, including Olivia being the loveliest queen!

I’m not sure if this is just the rest of Chapter 1, or if it should be a whole new chapter in itself.

Anyway, leaving where we left off…

We’ll be joining a team of eight other gardeners, mostly from our company. They’ve been at this estate for several years already, and my mind is soon busy pondering what the place could possibly be like. But whatever I pictured could not compare with what was appearing in front of me.

Trees. As far as the eye can see. For all I know, we’re driving into a forest and this was all a big joke and Pete’s just gonna dump me here and that’s the end for me.

He’s mumbling to himself and there seems to be something wrong.

“Now, who’zat, I wonder,” he thinks aloud, glaring at something further down the road from us, and soon he’s on his radio. After all these years he still insists on using the radio instead of a mobile phone while he’s working.

The voice on the other end of the radio belongs to Lynda, one of our seasoned teammates. She explains that there’s an oversized lorry occupying the service drive – the entrance we’d typically take – and so we’ll have to go around again and use the main entrance. The long way.

Pete’s eyebrows start dancing.

“That’s a bit o’ luck there, ent it? We don’t norm’ly go in the front way, so don’t get used to this, mate,” he squeaks, clearly aware of something still kept secret from me. We pull back out onto the main road and continue driving past more and more trees that tower over a tall fence.

I think he’s missed it. There’s no way there’s a house here.

We reach an intersection at the top of a sunny hill when Pete quietly points a finger to our left… and suddenly it all makes sense.

We’re greeted by a big iron gate flanked by white stone pillars with stripes of red brick. Behind it, a long red road seems to wind off into the trees and disappear. To the left, tucked behind some huge topiaries, there’s a bizarre Gothic-looking building with the same red and white stripes as the gate. I have no idea what it’s for, but it alone is twice the size of the house I grew up in.

Before I can fully catch my breath, there’s another exchange of words over the radio – this one built into a pillar – and the gate doors part for our trusty old van to rumble through. Was there a name on the gate? Damn, girl, pay attention!

The road takes us past more trees, and I wish Pete would slow down. I’m trying not to show how eager I am, but it’s hard to contain my excitement when, out of the driver’s side window, glimmers and twinkles of morning sunshine reflect off the surface of what appears to be a small lake. Where the hell are we??

I squint hard through the windscreen, spotting a number of spires. As we round the corner, we can see more of building itself and I face the truth: I was not ready.

With more turrets than I can count - all of them different to one another – and probably a few thousand windows, it’s a red and white castle. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think a magic goblin wizard lived here. It’s both bonkers and majestic at once.

I finally find the breath to speak:

“This is Friar Park.”

“Ah, y’know the place, do ye?” Pete’s casual tone brings me back to earth as we pull up and park across from an enormous stone doorway. “Well I ‘spect you’ll be familiar with its master, then.”

Before I can exhale another word, two female figures emerge from the shadow of the doorway. One I recognize as Lynda who’d been on the radio earlier, sporting a bucket hat with our company logo on the front. The other woman is wrapped in a housecoat, and her glossy black hair is held back in a clip. They’ve been chatting about something amusing, and soon wave us out of the van.

“So you’ve made it at last! Didn’t fall in the pond after all.” Lynda calls to us as we scramble from the van. Pete matches her wit - his accent now somehow heavier than usual – but their voices fade in favour of songbirds that flit among the treetops above us.

I hang back a few steps, and can’t choose where to look first. It’s as if a spell had been cast over me when we drove through the gate, and I’ve lost all ability to collect myself. I have to tear my upward gaze away from the surroundings in order to take in the countenance of the woman whose face I instantly recognize.

“Hello, I’m Olivia,” she almost sings from her dressing gown and slippers, extending a graceful hand toward me.

I take her hand and introduce myself in the steadiest voice I can muster.

“I’m so glad you’re here to join us,” she says warmly. “And somebody told me it’s your first big house? Is that right?”

“Sure, that. She’s fresh and limber,” laughs Pete. “Unlike some of us old bones, eh?”

He and Lynda share a hearty cackle, clearly one built on years of teamwork, camaraderie, and friendly bickering.

Olivia gently hands me a small brown paper gift bag, and meets my eyes.

“I know how nerve-wracking a first day can be,” she says sincerely, “And this old house can be pretty intimidating, but I want you to know that you’re very welcome here. And we hope you come to love it as much as we do.”

“I really don’t know what to say, I… I’m lost for words,” is about all I can get out, trying to focus on the charming woman in front of me. Her eyes lower to the bag I’m holding, and with a soft smile and nod she directs me to look inside.

I peek in and pull out a sturdy mug patterned with peonies and a filigree print.

Clasping her hands together at her chin, Olivia is the loveliest kind of adorable and sends me the brightest smile I’ve seen yet.

“We were going to put your initials on it but thought maybe that was a bit corny.”

Words have left me again, and all I can manage is an open-mouthed smile.

“It was my husband’s idea,” she continues. “He says no matter where he goes he always feels at home once he’s got a cup of tea.”

“He’s a wise man,” I concur, trying to settle my nerves but knowing very well who we’re referring to.

“Please thank him for me.”

Pete joins our exchange with a confident familiarity,

“Y’ought te thank ‘im yerself.”

What. What??

“Where is the ol’ devil this mornin’? Up in that there tower I ‘spect, hummin away.”

“George is having a lie-in this morning,” Olivia explains. “Early starts don’t come quite so easily to him these days, but he’ll be so glad to know you’re here.”

Me. That I’m here. I can’t imagine he’d spare even half a thought about me, but if what his wife is saying is true…

“Well, let’s crack on, then. That’s enough hangin’ ‘round.” barks Pete, eager to get started with the day’s work.

He and Lynda discuss where best to put me. They can see I’m a bit overwhelmed, especially when she mentions “aquatic features.” I inconspicuously mutter a “dear god, no!” at the thought of venturing so far beyond my capabilities.

I can just about feel my head settling back on my shoulders as reality sets in, and the weight of responsibility lands on top of me.

Olivia saves me with a laugh,

“Maybe something small to start? We won’t throw you in at the deep end! I can show you some spots that need a bit of care, and you tell me what you think. How’s that?”

Her confidence in me is startling as she skates back into the building, and it’s not long before we meet again, she in more sensible outdoor shoes, and me having rearranged my kit in the van. Lynda kindly offers to bring my mug to the gardener’s lodge back at the other entrance, anticipating an imminent First Day tea break.

[trauma-13]

You know the drill. All them asks. 😈 (is this deja vu?)

You got it dude!! (It is...cause I fucked up 😂)

The meaning behind my url:

Trauma because it's my favorite area of nursing.

Princess because I'm a fuckin princess.

93 because the year I was born.

A picture of me:

If you look hard enough you'll find one on here. Also my icon is me soooo.

How many tattoos i have and what they are:

Oh good lord. I have quite a few....

1. Mom's last name on my left wrist.

2. Flowers on my right foot.

3. Tribal-ish heart my brother drew on the back on my neck.

4. Walt Disneys signature on my left foot.

5. Mickey and Minnie behind my ears.

6. A prior dogs paw print on my left ankle.

7. A dandelion on my right shoulder blade with music notes.

8. My dog, Axel, paw prints on my collar bones.

9. A moon on my right ankle.

10. A semi colon on my right wrist (ulnar side)

11. A arrow on my right wrist (radial side)

12. A humming bird on my right forearm.

I think that's it... for now...

Last time i cried and why:

I dunno, honestly. I cry frequently hahah

Piercings i have:

Labret/Monroe

Ears gauged to a 00.

Traugus both sides

Right sided daith.

Nipples.

Favorite band:

Sooo many. Currently imagine dragons.

Biggest turn offs:

Bad hygiene, liars, cheats, narcacists.

Top 5 (insert subject):

???

Tattoos i want:

Too many to list, honestly.

Biggest turn ons:

I'm a big physical touch person, so basically anything where I'm being touched.

Age:

26

Ideas of a perfect date:

Doing something totally new that neither of us has experienced.

Life goal:

Pediatric ICU trauma nurse, be a mom, be a good wife.

Piercings i want:

Maybe my left daith. Probably a 2nd lobe hole.

Relationship status:

Very happily engaged.

Favorite movie:

Steel magnolias (the old one), Moana, Mean Girls.

A fact about my life:

I'm a nurse, I work in the ER and medsurg/tele, I have 2 doggos, and 2 kittens, I'm practically married at this point, I live on the surface of the sun.

Phobia:

Spiders, failure.

Middle name:

I'ma pass on telling the world that.

Height:

5'6" with shoes on.

Are you a virgin?

Naaah.

What’s your shoe size?

Between 9-10 depends on the shoe and brand.

What’s your sexual orientation?

I am bisexual, however I'm in a heterosexual relationship.

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?

Drink yes, no to the others.

Someone you miss

@car-one-responding

What’s one thing you regret?

Suffering in an abusive relationship because I didn't think I had a way out.

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:

Chris Evans.

Favorite ice cream?

I'm honestly not a big ice cream person, but we have some delicious basil-lime sorbet from a local store that I'm obsessed with.

One insecurity:

Weight.

What my last text message says:

"I re sent it. Just delete the other one I guess? Lol" from @car-one-responding in reference to this cause I done FUCKED IT UP.

Have you ever taken a picture naked?

Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm.

Have you ever painted your room?

Not recently at all, but as a kid yeah.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?

Yep, couple times.

Have you ever slept naked?

I usually do.

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?

Almost every day hahah

Have you ever had a crush?

Duuuh, who hasn't hah

Have you ever been dumped?

Aldo duuuh.

Have you ever stole money from a friend?

Nope. I'm a very honest person.

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?

Hmm. Probably.

Have you ever been in a fist fight?

Does patients attacking count?? I didn't punch, but I got punched.

Have you ever snuck out of your house?

Yep.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

I think just about everyone has.

Have you ever been arrested?

No. Im from a tiny Town where my dad was a cop, mom was a nurse. So everyone knew me.

Have you ever made out with a stranger?

No I don't think so.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?

Like...in a sexual way? Or like hung out? If so yes to both hah

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?

Yeah, however I'm a pretty open person. I usually tell my mom where Im going. She raised me as a single mom, and I had a lot of freedom as long as I was open and honest with her. That's just transferred into adulthood.

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?

No. But I purposely became friends with an old neighbor cause he had a cute ass dog named Max.

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?

Yep. Got busted too haha

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?

Uh huh! It's called sleep overs, duh aha

Have you ever seen someone die?

Unfortunately, that's part of my job. Not everyone gets saved in the ER. Plus in the hospital where I work there is a very large group who has very strict rules about death, so frequently we admit people to die either to the floor if we suspect it'll be a couple days, or the ER if we think it'll be quick. Death can be a beautiful process, or it can be horrific, and traumatizing...just depends how ya look at it.

Have you ever been on a plane?

Yeah quite a few times!!

Have you ever kissed a picture?

Honestly what little girl didn't kiss a picture of Leonardo DeCaprio...

Have you ever slept in until 3?

Bro I'm a mid/nightshifter. Weird sleep schedules are my life.

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now?

Weirdly worded question. But yes I have loved, yes I do miss people.

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?

Yes!! It's one of my favorites. I also love to watch the stars.

Have you ever made a snow angel?

Yeah!!! It's super fun!!

Have you ever played dress up?

Yeah!!

Have you ever cheated while playing a game?

Queen of attempting to cheat at games and failing miserably 🙋‍♀️

Have you ever been lonely?

Mhmm. Side affects of working away from my family.

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?

I'm forever sleepy, so yeah.

Have you ever been to a club?

Yeah couple times!

Have you ever felt an earthquake?

Once as a kid. I don't remember much of it besides it waking me up, and I woke up my mom because I didn't know what it was. I was maybe 7?

Have you ever touched a snake?

I love snakes. They're such cool animals.

Have you ever ran a red light?

That may or may not be why I didn't have a drivers license for 3 yrs.

Have you ever been suspended from school?

Nope 😏 I did get temporarily kicked out of nursing school and fought my way back in though. That's a tale for another time.

Have you ever had detention?

Once, for chewing gum.

Have you ever been in a car accident?

Yeah, nothing serious though. *knocks on all the wood*

Have you ever hated the way you look?

I feel like everyone has, unfortunately.

Have you ever witnessed a crime?

1. I live where I live, it's a regular occurrence. We don't carry a gun for no reason.

2. Used to work in the heart of the ghetto.

3. Used to live 5 mins from there.

Safe to say I've seen a crime or two.

Have you ever pole danced?

One drunken Halloween, yes.

Have you ever been lost?

Physically not emotionally? Yes to both haha

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?

I have yeah!!

Have you ever felt like dying?

Yeah, on quite a few occasions I don't talk about.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?

Yep.

Have you ever sang karaoke?

Again, drunken Halloweens.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?

Im sure I have.

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?

Yes I have, it's not fun.

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?

Hmm.....I don't actually think so.

Have you ever kissed in the rain?

Yes!!

Have you ever sang in the shower?

Every single time.

Have you ever made out in a park?

Mhmm!

Have you ever dream that you married someone?

Yes, and I'm marrying him in a little over a month.

Have you ever glued your hand to something?

My other hand hahah

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?

No..but not for lack of trying.

Have you ever gone to school partially naked?

Uh, no haha

Have you ever been a cheerleader?

Nah, I was a band geek.

Have you ever sat on a roof top?

Yes, it's a great time.

Have you ever brushed your teeth?

I want to say "who hasn't" but we all know there's those people who haven't...

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone?

Sometimes, yes.

Have you ever played chicken?

Not huh.

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?

Probably so.

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?

Yep.

Have you ever broken a bone?

A few yeah. My nose, jaw in 3 places, my tail bone, my ankle.

Have you ever been easily amused?

Have you met me....

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

Like 45 mins ago hahah

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?

Yep, regularly occurs in my house.

Have you ever cheated on a test?

Probably way back in the day, but I don't remember anything specific. I'm a pretty honestly person, so if I don't know it, then oh well.

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?

Every fucking day of my life!

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?

Not quite sure...?

Give us one thing about you that no one knows.

Once upon a time, I was like 13 or 14. I was hanging out with my mom while she cooked dinner and eating a carrot. I suddenly sneezed. I then had a carrot chunk stuck in my sinuses. I could feel it, but mom didn't believe me. So for 3 days straight I blew my nose constantly. And I finally got the carrot chunk out.

[internetdetectives]

4/22/19 - Chat with Moonman

moonman31 1:44 PM: "okay” moonman31 1:44 PM: "this is epic” Jos 1:44 PM: "Hey moonman” Mugen Kagemaru 1:44 PM: "Well, well!” Jos 1:44 PM: "high?” moonman31 1:45 PM: "Not at all” Jos 1:45 PM: "Ah” Jos 1:45 PM: "tell us whats epic” Jos 1:45 PM: ": p” moonman31 1:45 PM: ":stuck_out_tongue:” moonman31 1:45 PM: "Ascension!” Mugen Kagemaru 1:45 PM: "... What.” moonman31 1:45 PM: "Bet I had ya scared for a second” Jos 1:46 PM: "Except the part of the death, ascension is cool ?” Mugen Kagemaru 1:46 PM: "Nah, just unamused” Dense 1:46 PM: "Hey moon” moonman31 1:46 PM: "Actually I have been laying low” moonman31 1:46 PM: "I'm sure you noticed” Mugen Kagemaru 1:46 PM: "Kinda hard not to” Wolfcat 1:46 PM: "mugens balls were bursting in fear” Mugen Kagemaru 1:46 PM: "Not here boy” Mugen Kagemaru 1:46 PM: "@moonman31” Mugen Kagemaru 1:46 PM: "So what's this thing you were calling epic a few minutes ago?” Jos 1:47 PM: "ascension!” Mugen Kagemaru 1:47 PM: "Stop switching accounts, it's not funny.” moonman31 1:47 PM: "I have been spending my time professionally stalking ya boys” moonman31 1:47 PM: "and not using much internet beyond that” Mugen Kagemaru 1:47 PM: "Oh this should be good.” Mr t series good 1:48 PM: "who is axis” Mugen Kagemaru 1:48 PM: "Visitor. Pay her no mind.” moonman31 1:48 PM: "So I am basically pretty sure Nocta knows I cannot be trusted anymore 100% so I'm basically on his shitlist now since he assumes that part of the forums got posted to Dumblr” Mugen Kagemaru 1:49 PM: "Haven't seen any of that, so I dunno what drugs he's doin.” moonman31 1:49 PM: "I surprisingly think he still trust Dov though which was the point” moonman31 1:49 PM: "You need him there and I cannot really give you the inside scope anymore” Mugen Kagemaru 1:50 PM: "You never could in the first place, if I recall.” Mugen Kagemaru 1:50 PM: "Or has that restriction been lifted?” moonman31 1:50 PM: "Man you are cranky :moonman:” Dense 1:50 PM: "Oh fuck” moonman31 1:50 PM: "Ok check this” Mugen Kagemaru 1:50 PM: "Might have something to do with Wolf and Jos, but by all means, please carry on.” moonman31 1:50 PM: "I didn't mean Nocta when I said I was stalking ya boys” moonman31 1:50 PM: "I meant I've been looking into a few things about our pretty unique situation” moonman31 1:50 PM: "I had access to some stuff I can no longer access” moonman31 1:50 PM: "Secret website shit” moonman31 1:50 PM: "I'm not an elite hacker but there's a subspace of the observatory for all the neato cult stuff you all suspect is there anyway” moonman31 1:50 PM: "And I was reading some garbage about parallelos and stuff is making a whole lot more sense” Mugen Kagemaru 1:53 PM: "Oh shit son” Dense 1:53 PM: "Damn” Dense 1:53 PM: "Wich means” moonman31 1:54 PM: "But the most immediate concern for y'all is what's up with my alt handle in your place” Mugen Kagemaru 1:54 PM: "Exactly right, Dense” Dense 1:54 PM: "Nocta is 100% ascended” moonman31 1:54 PM: "Greth” Dense 1:54 PM: "Ohfuck” Dense 1:54 PM: "U rite where da fuck is greth” Jos 1:54 PM: "Im back” Dense 1:55 PM: "Joso” Mugen Kagemaru 1:55 PM: "That account's been active in my abse - Wait what?” Jos 1:55 PM: "No im back” Jos 1:55 PM: "tell me dense” moonman31 1:55 PM: "I'm pretty sure from some email snippets that shit is about to get heavy but I literally don't understand what the fuck they were talking about” Dense 1:55 PM: "Just hi” moonman31 1:55 PM: "Just they were talking about it a LOT” moonman31 1:55 PM: "and it seemed bad” Jos 1:55 PM: "Hi brother” Mugen Kagemaru 1:55 PM: "I was gonna say, it was inactive up to when I left, but y'all are saying it's not there no more?” moonman31 1:56 PM: "That's the first bit of news” Jos 1:56 PM: "So, another subpage, the forums is a subpage, as there is one hidden huh” moonman31 1:56 PM: "The second bit of news is an apology” moonman31 1:56 PM: "For the bots.” Mr t series good 1:57 PM: "that was you huh” moonman31 1:57 PM: "I needed to slow down nocta so I literally invited scambots” moonman31 1:57 PM: "sorro.” Dense 1:57 PM: "Oh shit” Mugen Kagemaru 1:57 PM: "@Jos More like the forums are the surface page and this LC shit is a subpage.” Dense 1:57 PM: "So it was you” Jos 1:57 PM: "That is a good strategy” Wolfcat 1:57 PM: "no need to apologize” Wolfcat 1:57 PM: "thanks for the local russian hookers” Jos 1:58 PM: "Can you send spam bots to luna to slow her down jk” moonman31 1:58 PM: "The problem is I never had control of them per se but at least it worked for a while” Mugen Kagemaru 1:58 PM: "So how much can you tell us, whether it makes sense or not, about what they're talking about in this subpage?” Mugen Kagemaru 1:58 PM: "Like maybe we can interpret” moonman31 1:58 PM: "Something is going to happen with some sort of agent of Luna” Mugen Kagemaru 1:59 PM: "Did they say what and whom? I know it likely doesn't make sense, but did they actually say it?” moonman31 1:59 PM: "They want to bring the final piece of the puzzle into place” Mugen Kagemaru 1:59 PM: "Hmm…” moonman31 1:59 PM: "I know it involves the parallelos” Jos 1:59 PM: "Tyler is already taken i guess” Mugen Kagemaru 2:00 PM: "Bruh I get it, it don't make sense, but maybe they actually said the words?” moonman31 2:00 PM: "I was never fully indoctrinated as you might say so I was pretty much at the same level as Dov” Mugen Kagemaru 2:00 PM: "Meaning you won't tell us what they said literally because it doesn't make sense. Fine, whatever. We'll move on.” moonman31 2:00 PM: "I know the real hard core cult is nocta, yuuki, kaiden” moonman31 2:00 PM: "Samuel too” Mugen Kagemaru 2:01 PM: "Welp, that's not good.” Jos 2:01 PM: "Hoax is just there, in the middle…” Wolfcat 2:01 PM: "Damn” Wolfcat 2:01 PM: "whats up with yuuki” Wolfcat 2:01 PM: "she sent me a weirdass PM just saying "thewoods" like 100+ times” moonman31 2:01 PM: "She's been around on discord but neither of us has posted” moonman31 2:01 PM: "I think she's conflicted on some things” Jos 2:02 PM: "Why all the waifus turns out to be dangerous” Mugen Kagemaru 2:02 PM: "@Wolfcat“ Mugen Kagemaru 2:02 PM: "I remember that, when was it again?” Wolfcat 2:02 PM: "sometime in february” Mugen Kagemaru 2:02 PM: "Hmm…” Jos 2:02 PM: "when the haunted house gif was a thing” Wolfcat 2:02 PM: "also im guessing you can't just show us this "subspace" on AO right” Mugen Kagemaru 2:03 PM: "Yeah she said when she went to the house she learned things about The Truth that she didn't know before, which is why I thought it was dangerous for the pics to be shared carelessly.” moonman31 2:03 PM: "I mean possibly” moonman31 2:03 PM: "Actually” moonman31 2:03 PM: "but I'd need time to figure out the new password” Mugen Kagemaru 2:04 PM: "That implies it can already be seen by normal users…” Wolfcat 2:05 PM: "just got a weird PM: " from nocta” Wolfcat 2:05 PM: “"Tengo un diablo en mis pantalones"” Wolfcat 2:05 PM: “wait nvm that was from jos my bad” Mugen Kagemaru 2:06 PM: "..." Mexican Nocta 2:06 PM: "Me cachis” Mexican Nocta 2:06 PM: "me equivoque” Mexican Nocta 2:06 PM: "buenas tardes” Mugen Kagemaru 2:06 PM: "•headdesk•” Jos 2:07 PM: "Wrong multiverse brother” Mr t series good 2:08 PM: "mugen losing hope as always” moonman31 2:09 PM: “”mugen losing hope as always”” moonman31 2:09 PM: "a motivational poster” Jos 2:09 PM: "i must print one of those” Jos 2:10 PM: "So yeah, I had the feeling the forums were just a façade” moonman31 2:10 PM: "not really” moonman31 2:10 PM: "more like a recruitment tool” moonman31 2:10 PM: "but uh I had experience with the Moon Children as you know so the things set of my alarms big time and I wanted in to go undercover and it worked for a long ass time” moonman31 2:10 PM: "I think I'm blown now though” Mr t series good 2:12 PM: "F” moonman31 2:12 PM: "F” Jos 2:12 PM: "Will try to find this, true webpage, there must be a connection somewhere” moonman31 2:13 PM: "technically speaking I'm still an Astral Child” moonman31 2:13 PM: "but I have a feeling this is going to come to a bad place soon” moonman31 2:13 PM: "since I'm obviously some kind of traitor” Mugen Kagemaru 2:13 PM: "Yeah man you may wanna run for it and keep away from their places.” moonman31 2:13 PM: "that's the idea Jos 2:14 PM: "And develop somekind of telepathic resistance, you know their powers” Jos 2:14 PM: "i tried” moonman31 2:15 PM: "you should also know there used to be a bunch more members of the forums that have not rejoined” Jos 2:16 PM: "I guess Samuel is one of them” moonman31 2:16 PM: "that concerns me, it's been a longass time since we've been back” moonman31 2:16 PM: "I mean at least he has an account?” Jos 2:16 PM: "Yeah” Jos 2:16 PM: "This is weird” Jos 2:16 PM: "But i hope the cult didn't do anything to silence them…” Jos 2:16 PM: "for x reason” Wolfcat 2:18 PM: "i might have asked this already i not sure tbh” Wolfcat 2:18 PM: "but do you know exactly what was happening in the vid you uploaded to greth vlogs” Wolfcat 2:18 PM: "like who was the lady in that vid” moonman31 2:19 PM: "Yeah that was something I grabbed from the site” moonman31 2:19 PM: "I was still trying to let you know I was feeding info without tipping off nocta” moonman31 2:19 PM: "but that was the point where he started monitoring my traffic” moonman31 2:19 PM: "shit was cash i got a vpn” moonman31 2:19 PM: "that only worked for so long” Jos 2:20 PM: "The thing is that this lady knew where to go, she had to give signs to this Greth to reach the place, whatever it is, i think the lady knows more” Wolfcat 2:20 PM: "i suspected it might have been yuuki :thinking:” Jos 2:20 PM: "Well, Nocta is theorized to be this being capable to controling electronic stuff, you could hide everything, but if he can sense it... its hard” moonman31 2:21 PM: "uh what” moonman31 2:21 PM: "idk about all that he owns the domain and forums so he probably just started intensely watching IPs” moonman31 2:21 PM: "which he did after I uploaded that vid by getting into that youtube account” moonman31 2:21 PM: "so in retaliation I flooded the place with scambots” moonman31 2:21 PM: "and used a vpn to blend in” moonman31 2:21 PM: "but that only worked for so long” Jos 2:22 PM: ""30 hot chicks near 21 km, what are you waiting for? click here"” Mugen Kagemaru 2:23 PM: "@moonman31 But yeah do you know who's who in the video?” moonman31 2:23 PM: "no clue” moonman31 2:23 PM: "I just grabbed the file off the server because it seemed important and chucked it your way” moonman31 2:23 PM: "the stuff i was seeing vs what I could directly share was always in conflict” moonman31 2:23 PM: "I knew the instant I finally gave you a file or two” moonman31 2:23 PM: "the war between the traitor and nocta would escalate” moonman31 2:23 PM: "and that's exactly what happened” Mugen Kagemaru 2:25 PM: "Wait that's a new thing” Mugen Kagemaru 2:25 PM: "Who's this traitor you're talking about?” Jos 2:25 PM: "moonman” moonman31 2:25 PM: "...” Mugen Kagemaru 2:25 PM: "I've been out of the loop lately” Jos 2:25 PM: "he just said it top there” Jos 2:25 PM: "he is a traitor to the astral children” Mugen Kagemaru 2:25 PM: "A'ight a'ight” moonman31 2:26 PM: "We're not 'the Astral Children'” Mugen Kagemaru 2:26 PM: "You used that phrase though” moonman31 2:26 PM: "no, cult members self identify as an Astral Child” Mugen Kagemaru 2:26 PM: "Anyway, like I said, I've been out of the loop, seemed like something these guys learned after I left.” Jos 2:26 PM: "okay” moonman31 2:26 PM: "'I am an Astral Child'” moonman31 2:26 PM: "but we are the Astral Observatory” Wolfcat 2:29 PM: "More like the Ass observatory” Wolfcat 2:29 PM: "but forreal tho” Mugen Kagemaru 2:29 PM: "That's more referring to that one thing Eve has.” Wolfcat 2:30 PM: "Ass?” Mr t series good 2:30 PM: "Uh, i dont know what you on about” Mugen Kagemaru 2:30 PM: "@Wolfcat Asstral Observatory” moonman31 2:32 PM: "I'm still waiting for this one guy to join” moonman31 2:32 PM: "he had the best selfies to meme” Mugen Kagemaru 2:33 PM: "Oh? What's the name, we'll watch for him too” moonman31 2:33 PM: "IsoscelesAssassin” Mugen Kagemaru 2:34 PM: "Better than "ScaleneKiller"” Mr t series good 2:34 PM: ":rofl:” moonman31 2:34 PM: "There was also the Spanish guy” Mr t series good 2:34 PM: "spanish guy?” Mr t series good 2:34 PM: ”:thinking:” moonman31 2:35 PM: "Yeah I don't remember his handle though” Mugen Kagemaru 2:35 PM: "Jordi something, I think. (Kidding)” moonman31 2:35 PM: "no” Mr t series good 2:35 PM: ":joy:” Mugen Kagemaru 2:35 PM: "I'm kidding, dude.” Jos 2:35 PM: "jos, dense,,” Jos 2:35 PM: "Ummm” Jos 2:35 PM: "thinking” Mr t series good 2:35 PM: "well i guess we dont know that spanish guy” moonman31 2:35 PM: "oh, pardon, if that was a reference™ I didn't get it” Jos 2:36 PM: "jacobtheguy” Mugen Kagemaru 2:36 PM: "More of a joke, and don't worry, we'll explain someday” Jos 2:36 PM: "idk” Mugen Kagemaru 2:36 PM: "You're not the only one under restrictions”

[childlikemperor]

A PSA: protip from an artist to fanfic writers

you can always tell when a fanfic writer has never met or even seen an artist irl ever bc they ALWAYS. WITHOUT A FAIL. will have their artist character drawing with charcoal like casually and it feels kinda like a copout like yes i know there are charcoal artists out there but listen,,,, 95% of artists who like just draw on sketchbooks bc they love drawing actually hate charcoal charcoal is one of the most impractical mediums for sketching and it gets everywhere and it smudges all over ur sketchbook pages and everything else in your life forever so like really take into account what the profile of the character as an artist is and more often than not you'll find yourself realizing that no, no matter how lyrically you think the image of charcoal sketching would work, your character would not find it practical/worth the mess to carry around one or more charcoal sticks then have it MARK UP ALL THEIR EARTHY POSSESSIONS (sorry im really passionate abt this) just for sketching also PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF BUMBLEBEES dont use it as a synonym for graphite ok just dont just say graphite, say they were using a pencil i promise you itll feel better. ⚫️here's some nice alternatives to charcoal if u like a Messy Artist™feel to things + how to match them to your character based on my experiences w artists that use these mediums/myself: → ink has a similar edge of "fingertips smudged in black probably forever" but it's simpler to carry even though it also has that risk of staining everything you love, depending on how its used (as in, will they carry around a glass bottle of jett black ink and a brush in their bag/pocket or just have it in different kinds of pens?) + artist who use ink usually like a very finished crisp look to their work and are therefor usually quite methodical and have (or strive to have) steady hands even with fluid lines there's intent to whats going on. these artists usually sketch first (and rarely in graphite, usually blue or red colored pencil) so keep that in mind too. rarely will you see someone just straight up taking a brush pen to paper with no layout and if they do they have a very clear image in mind and outstanding control and understanding of where everything should go and how and where. →watercolor is less messy but it takes a bit more of a setup bc you need water and usually a palette. i use it quite a bit myself on my sketchbook and what i do is i just ask for/get glasses of water anywhere i go, get my paints and whatever scrap of paper to mix them on and im ready bc all i care about is my finished product and i usually draw in places where water is easily accessible (like parks w water fountains/stores w water fountains nearby, coffee shops, school, etc) but a lot of artists who have it as their *main* medium and have developed more practical setups over the years tend to have lil travel palettes that are tiny and easy to pack as well as waterbrushes and water bottles to fill them with all in all not too hard to carry around with minimal incident. people with watercolor as a main medium are usually more laid back and like things to look soft and dreamy (can be REALLY picky about paper tho) and generally just strive for happiness and like pretty things (if yr person is painting a landscape, its probably in watercolor since it dries fairly quickly and like i said isnt too hard to carry) →acrylic artists uhh... idk any other artists who paint w acrylic on their sketchbook so ill just speak for them ok WE JUST WANT THINGS TO LOOK GOOD OK WE WILL SUFFER FOR IT WE DONT CARE its a bit of a lot to carry depending on how many colors ur tryna have to mix but u gotta have at least ur 3 primaries and a black and a white (some artists work w yellow cyan and magenta but ppl swear by yellow ultramarine and red so idk ycm shows better online or if ur printing it out so it works for me bc i like my colors really really bright) and ur brushes so ye. + like i said folks who work with acrylic have a very specific look and feel they're going for and they dive headfirst into it, if something goes wrong, acrylic is usually quite opaque so it can be easily layered over once its dry, blending usually comes from mixing dif midtones so if thats part of their style they're probably quite patient/willing to sacrifice their patience for a good end product. some artists will mix their colors themselves bc they like the process or because they want very specific shades and those are the methodical fuckers who'll die for things to look the way they gotta look and also just really like the process (be it because it relaxes them or makes them think or whatever BUILD ON THAT W UR CHARACTER) and some just get premixed bottles of the colors they want and those are really focused on efficiency and laying paint down wherever they're painting and getting it done (so not so much the process but the act of painting or even just having art made) but i cant really speak for those too much then again thats between you and ur character →IF YOUR CHARACTER WORKS WITH COLORED PENCILS AS THEIR MAIN MEDIUM THEY'RE A WELL OF PATIENCE AND DESERVE TO BE CANONIZED. fairly easy to carry i mean i own like 100 of them and i just carry one big pencil case w them in so ye whats really tiresome is the process since u gotta go color for color and cant really cover too wide a surface w the pencil tip ever + usually daydreamers and, honestly, dayDREAMS, lovely patient folk who just really like color and enjoy the introspectiveness and calm of coloring. explore those dudes, they deserve it SUMMARY: TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THE MEDIUM YOUR ARTIST USES. THINK ABOUT STYLE. DONT JUST HAVE YOUR PAINTED MAKE ABSTRACT ART BC YOU CANT BE BOTHERED TO THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER TO DO WITH PAINT. IF UR NOT GONNA MAKE IT PART OF UR CHARACTER STUDY WHAT THEY MAKE ART WITH AND HOW AND WHAT ABOUT UR MISSING OUT MAN!!!!!! I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!!! please give your artist characters the depth they deserve and remember us artists build half of ourselves because, through and around our art so to make that just a title of ours is kind of a disservice, your artist character wouldnt want that. visual artists feel free to add on to this!!

[busket]

journal 3 special edition first impressions!

consider this post like a very quick surface review? not of the content of the journal itself just the changes they made to the special edition, since i currently have both

spoilers, of course

i got the special edition on tuesday but waited until today to open it because my blacklight arrived today and i wanted to get all my first impressions in at once. I didn’t take a picture of the wrapping because i was too excited but it was wrapped up in some paper made to look like old parchment and tied with twine, the wrapping paper said “Gravity Falls Journal 3″ “Item #618″ in a official government looking font, and “Delivery from Gravity Falls, Oregon” in like a typewriter font. very cool

heres a comparison to the regular version on the left, and the special edition on the right.

the colors on the cover look much nicer and deeper, and the gold hand looks closer to gold foil than just the yellow paper with spot gloss like the first one does. Its also a fair bit thicker! i dont think theres any added pages, but the paper is a lot thicker and sturdier. also, look at the edges

(excuse my chipped nail polish)

they’ve got a really cool, rough look to them, wherein the regular version just had flat sides like any other book

it comes with a magnifying glass which actually works pretty well! it’s got a good weight to it. the only thing i dont like is that the rim is plastic which makes it look pretty cheap

the other attached item is a leather tassle, to be used as a bookmark i think. a neat touch

inside is a short note from alex! this page also shows that while in the previous journal, all the pages with inserted photographs and notes were just printed on to the page, in this one they are separate objects that are stuck in! its so neat! this picture of alex can be removed, and underneath it is a secret message (it says BILL WAS HERE)

(EDIT: i was a little hesitant to take out the photos entirely, a friend told me they lost their mothman picture and the one picture i did remove felt like it got a little bent and didn’t stick quite the same. be careful removing the pictures.)

it is alex’s actual signed initials there, not printed in to the book. and my hand is covering it but it also shows what edition you have! i’ve got 3,716/10,000

the hidden text isn’t exactly invisible ink. its glow in the dark ink. it has a bit of a texture, you can easily tell which pages have the invisible messages by running your hands over them. also, the words dont appear when you shine a black light on them like you would expect. they dont glow like invisible ink does, because its not actually invisible ink. instead, shining the black light on the text charges up the glow in the dark ink, so you can read it when you shine the light away. its hard to explain but when you think about how dipper uses his black light in the show, it doesn’t quite work like that. i found it easiest to run the black light really close to the paper and read behind it after the ink was charged. the light fades really fast too, so it was hard to get good pictures while the words were still bright.

here, this is what it looks like when you shine the black light directly on it, especially in the bottom right:

but when you use the black light to quickly charge the ink, then put it away, it becomes much easier to see

not all the pages have secret text, its pretty common in the first half of the book but once dipper takes over, he uses it for once page and doesn’t use it again (he spills it and makes a mess and is like “gross no invisible ink for me!)

then ford uses it one more time after returning to gravity falls and never again, his justification being that soos drank his invisible ink and he only has enough left for one page. which is a LIE since he covers an entire page with it in the back, but for a very cute reason that i wont spoil

i haven’t had a chance to look deep in to stuff; i havent decoded anything or peeked under all the photographs and inserted material but so far im really impressed! this is such a cool collectors item and well worth $90.

[kaikeidou-backstage-blog]

Record of Kaikeidou Servants (excerpts 11 through 15)

Excerpt from the Sea God Bookstore's "Record of Kaikeidou Servants:" a text whose author and editor are both unknown.

Negoro: CHEEERS! Sarasa: Cheeers!

Negoro: Man, I'm totally beat. I mean, geeze, I had to fight through a volley of danmaku every time just to ask them a few questions.

Sarasa: Wha~a? Are you telling me you didn't get permission from them?

Negoro: C'mon, that'd be such a pain in the butt. Talking back and forth, writing all those formal letters... it's way better to just get up in their face like "tell me about such-and-such if I win this fight," isn't it?

Sarasa: Is THAT why everyone was making those suspicious faces? C'mo~on, the Sea God Bookstore is gonna get su~uch bad reviews for this...

Negoro: Eh, not my problem.

Sarasa: Miss Kaidou's gonna get so~o mad at us again...

Negoro: What are you talking about? We're Kaidous too, aren't we?

Sarasa: Bringing out the old wordplay again, I se~ee.

Negoro: Hey, speaking of which-- let's do that thing again! It's been forever!

Sarasa: Huh? Who would we even be addressing, tho~ough?

***

Negoro: The people's gossip lasts for 75 days-- and stretches to 75 fathoms below!

Sarasa: We hold all the wonders of those depths in our very hands!

Negoro: We are scholars who pursue both the written and divine word!

Sarasa: A publishing company that births a vast sea of printed type!

Both: Together, we are...! The Sea God Bookstore's Kaidou branch!!

***

Negoro: We said it! We said our signature lines, Sarasa!

The Sea God Bookstore's Berliner Lady Negoro Kaidou (海堂 ねごろ)

Sarasa: C'mo~on, quit hugging me so tightly! You're making it hard to breathe!

The Sea God Bookstore's Blanket Girl Sarasa Kaidou (海堂 さらさ)

Negoro: Y'know, though. That last one we interviewed, uh... Miss Owari, right? The other sisters clammed right up when it came to her.

Sarasa: Oh, abo~out that. Miss Hananishiki, the next youngest, told me why. They were worried that their Eldest Sister would, like, punish them or something if they said too much, so they were all trying to avoid making any inconvenient comments~.

Negoro: Ah, that explains why they were all so cagey. I guess she's kind of intimidating, being the oldest and all, huh?

Sarasa: Both of us are ba~asically only children, so I guess we wouldn't really know. When you think about it, having nine whole sisters would be pretty amazing even for humans, right? Let alone mermaids.

Negoro: Oh, speaking of humans. I just remembered that some time ago, the Kaikeidou tried to invite some humans in so that they could make a bigger name for themselves. According to Lady Mikoto and Megumi and the like.

Sarasa: They said that our ocean isn't a place people visit very often, so at the rate things were go~oing, the whole ocean itself would disappear from Gensokyo.

Negoro: Wait, doesn't that mean we were in some pretty big trouble, too?!

Sarasa: Miss Kaidou didn't seem very panicked about it, though. When she was giving me the manuscript for the article, I asked her abo~out it, but she just said "nah, does that really matter?".

Negoro: Uh, Miss Kaidou's definitely not that laid-back?!

Sarasa: Whenever I go to talk to her about work, she's aa~allways casual.

Negoro: Whenever I send in my reports, she sends them back totally covered in red pen...

Sarasa: Anywa~ay, getting back on topi~ic...

Negoro: Sarasa, you can be real cold sometimes.

Sarasa: Miss Hananishiki was the one who said that all the sisters' abilities were the same, except for Miss Owari's.

Negoro: Oh, yeah. In the first place, Miss Owari was born as Lady Mikoto's immediate daughter, and all the other sisters were-- at least on paper-- born from Miss Owari. When you think about it, that would normally make Miss Owari the other nine sisters' mother...

Sarasa: But both Miss Owari and the other nine sisters were born from foam by Lady Miko~oto, so all ten of them are effectively siblings.

Negoro: Apparently, the sisters from Hananishiki on down were originally meant to be created as 'second attempts' if Owari failed, so they would've been born with divine powers like hers too. But since Owari learned how to wield her divine nature right off the bat, they just made her a bunch of regular sisters with no divinity instead.

Sarasa: Miss Kasumi the clam youkai knew a lo~ot about that part. She was the very first guardian of the Kaikeidou's front door, after all.

Negoro: And so, the nine other sisters aren't equipped with any special powers. They've got the same capabilities as average mermaids like us.

Sarasa: If I had to think of any bi~ig difference, I guess Miss Hananishiki is re~eally good at cooking? This one time, she let me have ju~ust a few of these green sturgeon eggs she whipped up.

Negoro: BWH-- Oh my god, why didn't I hear about that...?! WHY DIDN'T SHE INVITE ME TOOOOO?!

Negoro: Hey, now that I think about it... if the goddess of the entire sea came to Gensokyo, is the outside world, like, doing okay?

Sarasa: Oh, yeah, they're doing fi~ine. I heard a~all about it from Lady Mikoto.

Negoro: Huh? When, exactly?!

Sarasa: Lady Mikoto sa~aid that she's just one descendant of the sea gods from ancient lege~ends, and there's plenty of others besides her, so it's still okay out the~ere.

Negoro: Huh!

Sarasa: Y'see, Lady Mikoto used to be a sea goddess who lived in a bi~ig lake, with that special power of hers that can create life. But with just lakewater, she couldn't support all the creatures she'd created.

Negoro: 'Cause it was fresh water, yeah.

Sarasa: And as she was worrying about that, this one gi~irl-- the one named Lady Otohime, who were interviewing toda~ay-- she helped Lady Mikoto turn the lakewater into a fountain of life that could support a~all the sea creatures.

Negoro: And that's how this little "ocean" that we live in was born.

Sarasa: Ye~ep. But then, since they made the lake wa~ay too big in the process, Gensokyo was about to like, burst at the seams...! So that one lady-- the Hakurei shrine maiden, I think? She came down here and told them to stop.

Negoro: Aaaah! I remember that part! I was THERE for it!

Sarasa: Huh? Did something happe~en?

Negoro: Not just SOMETHING! That Hakurei maiden or whatever slapped me right outta the water on her way down!

Sarasa: ...Oh~h, yeah, you did have that big bump on your head that one ti~ime.

Negoro: See, all of a sudden it sounded like there was this big commotion up on the surface, right? And I was like "ooh what's happening...?" and I went on up to look, right? When suddenly, BAM! Some what's-her-face cannonballs down in here, and as soon as she sees me, she starts hurling amulets and whacking me with a giant ritual rod! ...And then, later, someone else started throwing weird stars that tasted like candy, a-and, and shooting huge lasers and stuff... *snf* a-and... *sniff* and on t-top of everything else... there, there were! There were these, like, nuclear kaboom things, a-and... *gross sobbing*

Sarasa: Oh~h, there, there. You did your best out there, Negoro. I know it must have been re~eally scary...

Negoro: *snrf.* .....And then, like, a little after that is when the ocean shrank back down and stuff. Was that 'cause of-- what did you call her? The Hack-and-Slash shrine maiden?

Sarasa: Hakurei shrine maiden.

Negoro: Yeah, her. ...Okay, wow, we're getting off-topic. So, basically, the reason we, Miss Kaidou and the Bookstore, and the Kaikeidou itself are all here, is because of Lady Mikoto and that Lady Otohime you mentioned?

Sarasa: Yep, that's basically it. When we head over there next time to give them a finished copy of the book, maybe we should give them something to show our thanks?

Negoro: Hm. What kind of present can we even give them...? Like, they're gods, but we're just youkai, y'know?

Sarasa: How about we bring them some of our scales?

Negoro: Uh. That seems kind of... blood sacrificey.

Negoro: Although, the Kaikeidou and its sea being created are what led to us and the Sea God Bookstore existing, so I guess just writing this book is a thank-you in its own way?

Sarasa: Yeah, you could put it like that.

Negoro: We can't dance or fight like the Kai sisters, either. I'm so jealous of all those cool games they get to play...

Sarasa: Negoro, you want to fight?

Negoro: Well, I wanna play-fight.

Sarasa: Why not play-fight with Miss Kaidou, the~en?

Negoro: You really think she'd deign to play with us? Plus, there's her ability to worry about too... even if we had a proper match, it'd probably end with her reading every single one of my moves.

Sarasa: Then... how about me?

Negoro: You're way too slow. It wouldn't even be a competition.

Sarasa: Aww...

Negoro: Hey, now that I think about it. When I went to do interviews at the Kaikeidou this one other time, there was this kind of weirdly dramatic atmosphere, right? And everyone was in such a hurry that I couldn't get any info out of them at all. I think they said there was an intruder there...

Sarasa: Really~?

Negoro: I never met whoever it was, but apparently some super-strong youkai broke in, and Minamo and Suzuri were all sprawled out on the ground...

Sarasa: Sounds really dangerous.

Negoro: Well, I got as far as the entry hall and then high-tailed it outta there. What do you think it was, though?

Sarasa: I wo~onder... Maybe it was, like, a really big-name youkai~? Y'know, like the ones we've heard rumours about lately.

Negoro: A really big one... well, you've got your nurarihyons, your orochis... oh, not to mention the kuda--

Sarasa: Hey, Miss Kaidou's back!

Negoro: Miss Kaidou...!

Production:

Sea God Bookstore: "Kaidou" ・A bookstore that produces books detailing key events in the deep seas of fantasy. Deep, deep down, at depths that humans can't hope to reach, they keep a quiet collection of books found nowhere else; records of mysteries more distant than the stars. The only ones who know whether these events are fantasy or reality are the various "studios" lined up within the Bookstore's walls.

・"Kaidou" is one of the studios within the Sea God Bookstore, run by one of the Bookstore's managers, Minogiku Kaidou. Its employees all receive the surname "Kaidou," based on Minogiku's studio name. The other studios mainly do archival work, but "Kaidou" is one of the few that publish books and magazines. They serialize magazines, journals and tabloids, compile, edit and publish full-fledged books, and so on.

Authors:

Sarasa Kaidou (海堂 さらさ) ・A journalist employed at "Kaidou" in the Sea God Bookstore. She is Minogiku Kaidou's direct subordinate, and in this book, she conducted the interviews for the six elder Kai sisters. One of the mermaids native to the ocean surrounding the Kaikeidou; after coming into existence in Gensokyo due to certain particular circumstances, she was adopted by Minogiku Kaidou. It seems she has some past connection to the outside world...?

Negoro Kaidou (海堂 ねごろ) ・A journalist employed at "Kaidou" in the Sea God Bookstore. She came to work at the Bookstore with Sarasa's help, and is currently employed as one of Minogiku Kaidou's subordinates. She conducted the interviews for the four youngest Kai sisters. Hails from the ocean surrounding the Kaikeidou; were it not for her job at the Bookstore, she would be like any other mermaid who swims carefree in the sea.

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Editor:

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Why does President Trump think technology is a dirty word?

Who needs tech when you have me?

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Vice President Mike Pences embarrassing use of an AOL email account is just another painful reminder of something that should be crystal clear to everyone: this administration doesnt understand or care a lick about technology.

Its an especially painful reality as we come off the high of an administrations 8-year-love affair with technology and social media. They held Maker Fairs on the White House Lawn, for heavens sake. Former President Barack Obama personally fired a marshmallow canon during the White House science fair. Obama was so enthralled by technology and innovation that he made it a centerpiece of his 2013 State of the Union Address.

Can you even imagine Donald Trump mentioning 3D-printing?

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Donald Trump has what can only be characterized as an open antipathy toward technology and innovation. He rarely uses either of those words, and is so fixated on bringing back antiquated industries that rely on outmoded technology, he rarely casts his eyes forward. If ever.

Trump sees technology as just another rhetorical weapon. In other words: only worth using when it can be aimed in an attack. He spent much of the past year railing against Hillary Clintons improper use of a personal email account, and the Russian hack of the Democratic National Committee.

Aside from appointing Rudy Giuliani, a lawyer, as his cyber security czar, and a terse, awkward December meeting with Tech CEOs, mentions of any form of technology and innovation have faded into the background.

We shouldn’t be surprised.

His very first speech as President of the United States made it clear that tech wasn’t on the agenda.

Trumps inauguration speech was nearly tech-free, in fact. There was one mention of technologies of tomorrow, which is vague enough to mean nothing.

In his more recent speech before a joint session of congress, there was definitely zero mentions of technology or innovation.

Of course, you could fairly argue that few humans have used social media to greater effect than President Trump. He understands this narrow slice of technology, and embraces it. There’s an argument to be made that it helped him win the highest office in the land.

On the other hand, his and his staffs use of the platform borders on abuse. There are constant flubs, misspellings, and deletionsdeletions of what should be part of public record. Dan Scavino, the Presidents Director of Social Media, seems more interested in pumping up his boss and his policies than in creating a digital window to the administration.

Trumps policies are, to be charitable, anti-tech. Theres his FCC appointment which will probably kill Net Neutrality and squelch innovation by smaller startups that could get nudged out of site on a pay-to-play Internet

And then theres the HB-1 visa situation. Trumps blanket attacks on immigration have thrown this pipeline for global tech talent into disarray. There was, during the congressional speech, just a hint that Trump may be turning around on this.

Switching away from this current system of lower-skilled immigration, and instead adopting a merit-based system, will have many benefits: it will save countless dollars, raise workers’ wages, and help struggling familiesincluding immigrant familiesenter the middle class.

It’s just hard not to wish he’d come out and said something about attracting skilled workers to the U.S.

He didnt, and I dont think he will. Instead, Trump will keep banging the drum loudly for the return of 19th and 20th-centruy industries like steel and, especially, coal.

Oddly, Trump can never acknowledge that the only way coal comes back is with more automation (technology), and fewer human employees. Then again, it’s not exactly a winning message.

Even if Trump werent anti-technology, his lack of interest in the subject is a blow to those who believe in innovation, and a bad example for young people who see a leader uninterested in breakthroughs, or the gadgets they love.

Hes not one of us. Hes the luddite dad who wont use email, doesnt get Snapchat, and keeps grousing about the death of 35 mm film.

Things would be better if Trump were balanced, at least a little bit, by a Vice President who cared about the tech space.

Needless to say, that isn’t Mike Pence, apparent AOL email fan and hack victim.

Sure, his emails werent as highly sensitive as Hillary Clinton’s (who, yes, should’ve known better), but some are sensitive enough that the current governor wont just hand them over.

Maybe Trump talks so little about technology because hes laser-focused on jump-starting the economy with infrastructure projects.

And yes: Infrastructure’s important. It can be a huge driver in the economy. But infrastructure projects of this century will rely on technology. Project managers may be carrying iPads or Surface Pros, not pen and paper. Architectural plans will be worked out on computer. Those buildings bridges, roads and tunnels will be modeled in 3D and walked through via VR long before the first layer of concrete is poured.

Has Trump or Pence ever tried VR? Im betting they havent. I bet theyve never even seen AR.

The one bright spot: Trump has left the U.S. Digital Service, formed under Obama, pretty much alone. It’s like a skunkworks, quietly operating as part of the Executive Office of the President (!) and still posting on its Medium Blog. The only reason it survives? Best guess is that Trump’s budget proposal hasn’t made it to Congress. Yet.

In Trumps first month in office, there was one big tech moment. Perhaps you remember it.

Trump hosted Intel CEO Brain Krzanich at the White House in February. Krzanich was there to announce a $7 billion dollar investment in the companys new Arizona fab. Fab 42 is an investment in Intel, but also the U.S.s future in innovation and leadership in the semiconductor industry, he said.

After Krzanich spoke, Trump motioned toward the silicon wafer sample Krzanich brought with him.

Trump: Thank you, Brian. And you have something over there. Show a little bit about the new product.

Krzanich: This is an example of the wafer that will be built in Fab 42. This is one of our newest 10-nanometer silicon wafers. Seven-nanometers will be built in Fab 42. And this is the future of computing.

Trump: That’s great, thanks. Do you have any questions for Brian?

It was clear Trump had no idea what that wafer is used for and, to be honest, likely didnt care. Trump was happy to have another CEO pay fealty to him, and show the world that hes keeping jobs in America.

Which is a good thingbut let’s be real: Trump wouldnt care if the jobs were at Intel or United State Steel.

He just doesnt care about technology.

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