#he hits demons with a tuba

[wisteriawater]

My uncle is a grade behind me (au)

This has spiraled out of control. It is no longer a slice of life modern au about the awkwardness of being in highschool with your great uncle- but it is now about your great uncle who is a retired magical girl. One that had to come out of retirement to save your ass from some shenanigans, and in the process you both awaken the demon that gave him his power in the first place. Oops.

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 11: Melody

Summary:

Sammy's trial today was getting unruly and inexperienced musicians-in-training to carry a simple tune.

Rating: G/PG

"My Lord, if you please, do not pierce the drum head. We do not have any extra," Sammy muttered shortly. Of course it was an honor to be in his savior's presence, but he didn't expect for him to have such a disregard for fragile instruments.

"What?" The Ink Demon growled. "Where's the fun in that? You told me to hit the stupid thing."

"Gently, Ink," Audrey corrected for Sammy. The artist sat next to him, violin resting under her chin. She ran the bow across its strings, causing a high-pitched sound to pierce their eardrums. She quickly stopped. "... Sorry, everyone."

"Perhaps he needs some mittens," Allison piped up from behind the microphone.

"Good luck with that. You'd end up with a severed hand," Alice snorted from beside her.

"Who would like to try that idea?" The Ink Demon purred, tapping his claws against the drum head.

Sammy pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting nowhere with this lot. Only Boris remained at attention with his flute. The wolf was capable of carrying a tune, thankfully. Meanwhile, Tom lurked by the in corner, refusing to participate but actively watching this disaster commence.

Bendy kept bouncing in his chair next to Henry with his tuba. "Come on! Are we going to get back to it or what?"

"If you all would cut the chatter, we might be able to," Sammy answered in exasperation. They had too much to get to, and they were barely five seconds into the song. An hour had agonizingly rolled by with little to no progress.

"How can we? These note sheets hardly make any sense," Henry replied, squinting to try and read the fine print. They had only reviewed it five times already. Sammy sighed.

"You've never played an instrument in your life, Stein?" Alice challenged and moved to stand next to Sammy.

"We went over this--" Sammy began before Bendy raised a hand.

"Sammy? Which is this? A treble cleft or a staff?" He held up his music sheet toward Sammy.

"Pretty sure that's a staff, Bendy," Henry chimed in at the same time Audrey added, "That's a cleft." Both artists stared at one another in confusion.

Something ripped. The Ink Demon stood behind the torn-up drum head, his claws still embedded in its surface. "... That was an accident."

Sammy felt like ripping his hair out-- not that he even had any to begin with. This was nothing like his previous life. The musicians he had worked with at the studio were experienced, more or less.  At the very least, they knew the basic roots of sheet reading. His goal was to conduct them, keep them on track, and help correct mistakes when needed.

However, looking back on it now, Sammy never missed the constantly changing deadlines and overwhelming pressure he faced as lead musician. He'd spend days working on the perfect piece, only for Joey to come in a screw it all up claiming "It doesn't fit my vision". Many nights he had stayed up reworking an entire composition before the next morning.

He made music, he loved music. Sometimes he needed a reminder of that. This wasn't Joey's music department anymore. It was his. Perhaps he can learn a bit of patience in time.

[im-just-sal]

Demon Slayer Highschool AU(ish) Head Canons

Uzui totally seems like a popular playboy in high school.

With Rengoku being his best friend and only nice popular kid.

Giyu's the weird bad boy Rengoku is friends with and no one knows why.

Muichiro's the kid in the younger grade they took pity on because he had no friends.

Shinobu is the nerdy chemistry expert who's popular because a lot of boys like her.

Mutsuri is one of the popular guys exes, but nobody can remember who's, but she's in the group anyway.

Iguro is the weird kid who brags about his pet snakes and thinks he's cool for wearing bandages. He repeatedly gets told off by teachers, and is a wanna be bad boy. Misturi loves him anyway.

Gyomei is a senior, and he doesn't play any sports. No one can remember how he got popular, he just did.

If the hashira are popular kids, what are Tanjiro and his squad?

They're BAND kids.

Tanjiro plays Trumpet.

Zenitsu was passed down his grandfather's tuba and hates it so much.

Nezuko plays the xylophone .

Yushiro has spent his whole life mastering instruments, and he plays the flute for band, but loves playing piano.

Kanao plays the drums in the back. Little effort needed.

And Inosukes on triangle.

So Tanjiro I imagine has an amazing singing voice.

He's the best at it.

Zenitsu sounds like a dying cat.

Inosuke is surprising good, but he mostly listens to death metal, so he scream sings.

Nezuko doesn't sing, but she'll do a little Dancy dance to any song she hears.

Uzui thinks he's the hot shit at it, but he's not. He's average.

Rengoku cannot sing. He doesn't try. He knows his voice sounds awful.

Muichiro doesn't really sing, but he can. He's okay at it, but if he's doing karaoke he's going all out on that demi Lovato high note.

He'll hit it even higher.

Iguro is good at singing, but he'll sing my chemical romance until even Misturi wants to rip out her eardrums.

Shinobu thinks she's good, but she's just fine at it. Nothing special.

Mitsuri's voice sounds like nightcore singing.

Gyomei opera sings in the shower and that's it.

And Sanemi has a raspy ass voice that cracks if he tries to hit any note higher than the bass.

Yushiro sings to himself in his room. He also sings in the shower, but do not tell anyone.

He performs Call me maybe.

Lady Tamayo has recorded it.

He has no idea this recording exists.

Zenistu also sings in the shower.

Buts it's the take cover shut your ears kind.

He thinks he is the HOT SHIT.

He made Yushiros ears bleed.

Tanjiro had to literally yank the shower curtain back to get him to stop.

But then he screamed for the next hour so it was a lose lose.

Believe me, he was searching for bleach for hours.

Inosuke hid it tho because he wanted Tanjiro to suffer.

After Zenistu got out of the shower Yushiro punted him to next week.

[yamchaisawesome]

So I did a sorta Owl House themed PVP one shot that took place 30 years before the show’s events in Cogent Roleplay, and it went as follows:

Our first player is a coven scout who is good at bard and plant magic. Both coven heads of these respective covens fucking hate him. Terra hates him because she’s jealous such a skilled witch wouldn’t join her coven. The Bard coven head at the time, Alremond Arpeggio, fucking despises him because he hits people with his tuba, so he keeps damaging the precious instrument.

So obviously the two decide to lobby for the bastard to go on a solo mission to take down a wild witch who focuses on pyromancy.

A guy who uses a metal instrument/weapon, who specializes in plant magic, going up against a pyromancer, solo.

And so the dude goes to the literal bumfuck nowhere fishing town of rectille to capture this lady. Before he even reaches her tho, he meets this little demon who’s part of the illusion coven. The demon tags along for no apparent reason.

He then goes to this dude who does pyrotechnics, also part of the illusion coven. After a lot of interrogation, the dude just decided to drop the act and defend his wild witch friend. He comes out of the affair without a scratch while the player gets two seperate stab wounds. Luckily through some solid intimidation he scared the guy into giving him a map.

So the wild witch is just sorta hanging out, minding her own business when this lone coven scout holding a busted up tuba, who is clearly injured, shows up with this tiny little demon and demands her be taken in and branded with a sigil.

The dude decides to show his power by drying the moisture out of two trees.

She’s having none of it and just decides the best course of action is to try and scare him off by lighting a tree on fire.

Instead of being scared, THE ASSHOLE decides to give the fire more fuel with plant magic and STOKE THE FLAMES.

He then decides to throw the demon into her house and have him call childhood insults at her in the hopes that she’d snap and activate her curse (sets herself on fire when angered btw). This, however, does not work and the wild witch, Thalia, decides to just offer the little guy food.

He just goes to town on that while the real “fight” begins.

The guy tries, poorly, to hide and is met with a tired “get out of here” while a forest fire rages around them.

The coven scout now tries to hit Thalia with his tuba, which she dodges. She then quickly makes his tuba white hot with a continual jet of flame and burns his arm 6 ways to Sunday in the process.

He can barely move at this point and decides to just blow himself up with a bard powered shockwave.

He fails.

Meanwhile the demon just watches this all go down in the background.

So Thalia drags this crispy idiot into her house and gives the demon some burn cream.

Meanwhile the coven scout is begging for death the whole time.

This goes on for a while before the current golden guard (Darius’ mentor and a lot older and more competent than Hunter) shows up, pulling the same trick Hunter did in Separate Tides.

He tiredly explains that he saw the forest fire and decided to see what was going on. He notices the condition the scout is in and just decides that, between this and the tutoring session he has with Darius soon, he doesn’t wanna deal with anything else and leaves with the burning pile of scout, letting Thalia off the hook in the process.

Thalia then invites the demon to chill out and grab a drink of her homemade apple blood, since he really didn’t do anything to her and isn’t affiliated with the E.C.

[fruity-phrog]

Top 10 times a kid’s cartoon made me cry!

(spoilers for The Owl House, Adventure Time, Amphibia, Gravity Falls and She-Ra)

10. Luz Leaving Camilla Again (The Owl House, Yesterday’s Tide)

This one’s number ten for a few reasons. Number one, I was quite annoyed at how Camilla reacted to Luz’s choice to stay in the Demon Realm. It wasn’t like she chose it over staying with Camilla - she chose it over going to some weird-ass conversion camp. But also (and this might just be me being a jerk) there wasn’t anything physically stopping Luz from going back to the DR after finding her way back to the Human Realm, just a promise that can be persuaded away. The main reason this was sad was that she was being pulled away from her mum again, and that Camilla blamed herself. 

9. Queen Angella’s Sacrifice (She Ra and the Princesses of Power, The Portal)

Angella’s character development kind of hit me like a truck, because until this scene I didn’t realize she needed character development. I feel like she’s an underrated character. In this scene, you can totally see that she views Adora (and Bow) as her own child, especially since Adora’s an orphan. You can hear the pain in her voice as she voices her past mistakes. Also, this is especially sad since she must have thought “ah well, at least I’ll see Entrapta and Micah again”

8. Tuba’s Funeral (Infinity Train, The Campfire Car)

Tuba’s actual death didn’t really affect me because I was so certain she would just come back. But this funeral killed me. Grace had come so far, crying over a “null’s” life and making sure Hazel felt safe, protected and calm. And the way Hazel trusts Grace even though her best friend killed Grace’s mother. The scene was so well written and acted.

7. Marceline and Simon’s Past Revealed (Adventure Time, I Remember You)

I think the worst thing about this scene is the fact that Marceline has had to carry these memories with her for centuries and centuries. Every time Finn and Jake complained about the Ice King, every time he turned up at her doorstep asking for lyric help, every time Bonnie got kidnapped, Marceline had to look at her father figure and see a monster. And the fact that Simon had no memory of her or their past? Wow. That hurt. And the final blow - that Simon got Marceline Hambo - just destroyed me.

6. Finn Says Goodbye To Minerva (Adventure Time, The Light Cloud)

The main thing about this one is that they could have had more time. If the ship had been slower, if the headset had a bigger range, if, if, if. I was OK until Minerva started to give the advice she wished she’d been giving for fifteen years. When she said “Watch out when eating blueberries. Too many can hurt your tummy.” it hit me with just how much she regretted. Regretted getting into a life that would lead to Finn having to flee the island. Regretted not coming to find him sooner. It just really hurt.

5. Come Along With Me Plays For The Last Time (Adventure Time, Come Along With Me)

Honestly, this hurt me for one main reason - it was the last. The last time we’d see Finn and Jake, the last time we’d see how our characters grew, the last time we’d hear those beginning drums to Come Along With Me. I actually fell off my chair when I realized that’s what Music Hole would sing, and I cried so much. 

This post is honestly just an Adventure Time Appreciation Post at this point.

4. Stan Sacrifices Himself (Gravity Falls, Weirdmageddon Part 3)

Honestly, the only reason this isn’t higher is because I knew, deep down, that Stan wouldn’t die. He was too much of a main character to die, but watching him willingly lay down his life for people he felt had more worth than him really hurt. He was ready to kill himself to save the people he loved, even though he’d started off the series “incapable of love if it isn’t monetary-wise” (his words).

3. Luz And King’s Sacrifice (The Owl House, King’s Tide)

The desperation in Luz’s face as she puts her life on the line for her loved ones. The fear in Amity’s face as she begs her girlfriend to save herself. The break in King’s voice as he thanks Luz for being the big sister he never had. It was so raw and realistic and painful. And I think it’s really symbolic, that King - who used to literally see himself as monarchy - did everything in his power to save one of the only people who actually believed in him. This was one of the most heart-wrenching finales I’ve ever watched and it’s not even over yet.

2. Anne Says Goodbye To Sprig - Permanently (Amphibia, The Hardest Thing)

I genuinely never expected them to leave and never come back - and I don’t think anyone else did, either. Anne, Sasha and Marcy had come so far since they arrived in Amphibia and grown so much, and this scene just showed that. Sasha’s and Marcy’s goodbyes shoved me to a cliff and that one-shot of Anne and Sprig put me in a catapult and launched me off the edge.I just - it hurt, alright? It hurt.

1. Mara’s Story (She Ra and the Princesses Of Power, couldn’t find the episode)

IF YOU HAVE WATCHED SHE RA YOU KNOW WHAT I AM FEELING. I don’t know why I’m putting this in first, but I am and I have no regrets. We were made to dislike Mara, to be annoyed at how much she put on Adora’s shoulders, but really she was just like Adora - a scared girl with a biiiiiiiiig responsibility. The worst part? Razz’s confusion. “We were going to make pies together. She promised”. The trope of one-person-dies-and-the-other-doesn’t-understand is such gold and gets me every time. And Mara’s relationship with Light Hope?  *inhales*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

I had to watch all these scenes to get the screenshots, so I’m not feeling too good right now. Weep for me, weep like I have wept for these pixels. I am not ok. 

[portpebble]

Have to say I'm not big on how some fans treat Simon as the worst person in Infinity train mainly due to how disadvantaged he is; mentally ill, poor, uneducated, underage & no family. Plus how many of the people who hate & demonize Simon as "the man" & "Cis-Het homophobe" like Amelia who is not only white, but rich, perfectly normal, educated & elderly, knowingly doing wrong including causing the traumatic events in Simon's backstory. Simon's not a good kid, but he deserves some sympathy.

Oh yeah I agree that he deserves some amount of sympathy and he is not the only flawed character but on a personal level he just like. unsettles me. cause I’ve been in situations where toxic people have clung to me all while I’m trying to help them improve, but they don’t want to change. I’ve been that person who says “well, they’ve had a hard life, it’s not their fault” and tried to reach out only to get bitten cause the person I’m trying to help doesn’t wanna be helped. When Grace told Simon she didn't owe him anything like. That hit home. Because she doesn't, and neither did I. Time and time again, Grace reaches out to Simon, tries to explain things to him, saves his life, but he doesn’t want to be saved. He knows what he’s doing is hurting people, but he doesn’t want to stop, he has convinced himself he can't stop. His story is a tragedy, but the impact he makes on the other people (Tuba, Hazel, Grace) in his life can't go unnoticed. That moment in the New Apex where he takes advantage of Grace's kindness in saving his life and tries to kill her says it all I think. As for Amelia, she's a whole different story. I wouldn't call her normal, she's just as traumatized as Simon is (I mean, she's a woman in a scientific field in the 1960's jfgjkk). And she's done horrible things, things a lot worse than Simon has. But, right now in the story, she's making an effort to change and on a personal level that's why she doesn't upset me as much. Amelia knows what she did was wrong, and she's actively trying to fix it. I don't think Amelia is a good person at all, and I'm not sure she ever will be. But she's making the conscious decision to get better.

[shrimpanalysis]

SIMON LAURENT ANALYSIS

Simon is mostly known infamously as the Villain of this season and a murderer to boot. He seems to be very insistent about his own opinions and beliefs. Going so far as to outright deny other peoples attempts at correcting him.

Due to this he is seen as narrowed-minded and egotistical, outwardly hating being wrong and giving people this intellectual leverage over him but internally rethinking all of his views. His inferiority complex I mean pride- is what I think to be one of the major factors that causes his character regression.

His pride (No, not the group of lions) is shown throughout the season by holding his ground. Most people interpret it as him being close minded at adamant to his own beliefs but I feel like the beliefs are only the basis to his inferiority.

An example, his own hatred towards Nulls. This can be quite a weak link to bring up as everyone in the Apex has this belief. However, the way he continuously reacts to them despite them showing humanity to him as compared to Grace who has gradually seen the other side of them and starts to understand and develop meaningful relationships with them-

Simon reacts negatively the nicer the nulls are to him.(Tuba’s death)

I interpret this as his own damaged pride, he hates being wrong and the more he is proven wrong the more angry he would get. This fear of being wrong could stem from past experiences of being the butt of arguments and made a fool out of it.

Him experiencing these feelings brings himself to adopt this mentality that other people are perceiving him as an idiot or a fool, causing him to try to justify his beliefs as much as he can in order to victimize himself into thinking that everyone is against him and he is the only one that is right to boost his self-esteem which causes him to adopt this narcissistic and manipulative persona to hide his own weaknesses.

(Simon looks away from Grace displaying emotion, he would be more susceptible to mirroring the reactions of his closest friend and he does not want to show weakness.)

Due to his narcissism, he also displays what the viewers might perceive to be a lack of empathy. He does not display much compassion and can be outright apathetic to other people's circumstances, Such as his dismissal to Hazel bringing along Tuba despite her looking clearly distressed when they said she couldn't bring her and completely ignores her feelings about the subject.

He perhaps reacts this way due to his own internalized hatred of himself and displaying compassion would be showing a less hardened in his eyes as he is perhaps taught from a young age that being sensitive or vulnerable is showing weakness and he does not want people to think less of him.

Him being unempathetic also stems from his ego and beliefs as he usually displays this attribute towards Nulls specifically throughout the show which is because if he was indeed wrong about Nulls, it could cause him to start questioning his own feelings about them which is something he does not want to think about as it conflicts with his own victim complex.

Due to him not wanting to be more exposed emotionally, he lashes out in anger. Anger at himself that he projects onto his relationships with others as he is unable to understand and handle his emotions effectively, this can be caused by not having a stable guardian like figure to help him through such issues.

Simon is also shown to outwardly control his anger by kicking and punching objects.

This is shown to be counter productive as it does not allow the person to understand where their anger is coming from and only prides a temporary outlet for his aggression.

His aggressive personality can also be shown in his interest with making war replicas/models.

This can be taken as him being someone who likes being in control and feels like conflict is the only way to progress which can be found in his own toxic relationship with grace where he tries to control her, not knowing that she is her own person which ties into his lack of empathy. This trait is especially shown almost at the end of the series where he commands the Apex like a leader and donning a military general like coat.

His inability to cope with his own emotions and expressing them outwardly to others is the main reason for his attachment issues.

His own paranoia and lack of trust in Grace by invading her memories when she doesn't tell him that Hazel is a Null which shows us how Grace knows his aggressiveness and acts very secretive around him as she predicts he is going to blow up when he finds out.

Him finding this out himself causes even more hurt as he is hit with the realization the only person that he thinks that ever cares about him has betrayed him. He is alone now, a reminder of the time when Samantha left him behind.

And it angers him and forces him to project his sadness as vengeance against others such as manipulating grace and using her memories against her, causing her to be stuck in her own memories as Simon just walks away.

Put yourself in Simon's shoes, you are stuck in an unfamiliar environment,

no idea where to go and the only parental figure you trusted in this whole place was just using you for her own self interest and

your closest friend seems to be tip toeing around you.

You also feel like everyone is out to get you and that your flawed beliefs are wrong but it was the basis of keeping you sane throughout.

Not wanting to believe that any of these things happened to you, you disregard all emotion and lash out at others because you don't want to feel that any of these things are real.

It sounds like a fever dream doesn't it?

Congratulations, you are basically in denial.

I would say the beauty of Simon's portrayal in season three would definitely be the lack of context behind his actions. He is very easy to dismiss as a one sided evil character. (I don't deny it, he is one.) Due to this we don't really see him as a fleshed out individual and he feels like the Tom Riddle of the season.(slowly devolving into a villain.) His own deterioration into this ultimate descent to becoming a murderer and attempting to murder his childhood friend; the instances to solidify his own inferiority complex (the mentality of "Grace already perceives me as an evil character, what use is there to better myself when it's already too late?") Which is what I think to be the cause of his inevitable demise.

I doubt it is going to happen but I do wish that the next book will cover some parts of Simon's past. He isn't a redeemable character, and never has been. He is someone molded by his own upbringing that we do not see, the most integral parts of his development. Many people have made the comparison that Simon had just as many chances as Grace, if not more to redeem himself.

I feel like he does not need chances, he needs to build himself from the ground up and truly look deep into himself and figure out why is he acting this way. None of these chances provide him with that opportunity and this is where him and Grace deviate.

The train has improved Grace and supported much of her character development as shown in the series where he becomes more empathetic, more trusting and open to others such as Hazel and confronting her own demons in her own mind.

She also finally manages to stick up for herself after the emotional roller coaster Simon put her through.

Simon on the other hand, uses this opportunity on the train to cause much destruction and chaos. He has a disconnect with the plane of reality inside the train as opposed to real life and this stunts his development. In my opinion this would be due to the faults of the train and the limitations of the amount of people that it can help. Yes, some people get off the train and become better. People like Tulip, Jessie and Lake. But we don't really see the people that the system has failed. This is where Simon comes in, he is the very person that the train has failed and it shows how counter intuitive it is with the limited opportunities and the disregard for the different circumstances of the people in it, bundling them together.

I doubt Simon will be the first, or the last passenger to be ruined by the whole system. I do like how his character gives us an insight into something not many of us have thought of before that is; how can a train be designed to be so perfect that it can help every single person on board? It is impossible. Even Artificial Super Intelligence like One-One would have trouble doing so. Which can represent how people can only change if they want to, and if they genuinely don't they have to be stuck the feedback loop of hell.

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Big thanks to my homeboy @useful-crew-too​ for supplying all of the screenshots for this analysis

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

A Familiar Soul - Chapter Three

Summary: Hilda decides to be completely honest with her mother, surprised when she seems to be a lot more in on magic than Hilda had expected her to be.

With her daughter’s association with witches, Johanna is forced to face some secrets of her own, bringing her back to feelings and people she’d rather have left behind

Dealing with insecurities and inner demons of her own, Kaisa finds herself face to face with the very issues that brought her to be so displeased with her own abilities

Or: the one where Johanna is Kaisa’s familiar

Notes: I tried my best not to make Johanna’s parents downright abusive again but... that whole “this isn’t the sort of mum I wanted to be” breakdown Johanna had in The Fifty Year Night wasn’t something someone who grew up with good parents would do, I think. Hope you enjoy it!

Read it on ao3: (chpt1) (chpt2) (chpt3)

“Yep, this is certainly magical business just like you suspected, Frida. You can close your mouth now.”

At the librarian’s command, David closed his mouth and swallowed, feeling the bitter taste that arose every time he did so. He had been with his friends in the woods for a leaf identifying Sparrow Scout activity when he ate a berry that had evoked the most bizarre reaction from his body. Purple bubbles the same colour as the berry had sprouted on his tongue and made it feel like a dead slug inside his mouth, and as soon as the girls had taken a look at it they’d decided to go ask Kaisa what her opinion on the matter was.

“Am I going to die?” He whispered fearfully. David knew he could trust magic when it came from Frida, but aside from that his experience with it so far had been less than pleasant. Kaisa blew raspberry and swept a hand on the air, as if to brush his concerns away.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

The librarian turned her back to them and continued calmly typing on her computer behind the circulation desk, like she’d been doing when they arrived. Judging by the books on the counter, they assumed she was taking note of which tomes had been returned that day.

“Well?” Hilda shared a look with Frida as she asked. “What happened to him?”

The way Kaisa looked back at them and then to the side was uncharacteristic. She seemed to be battling with herself about whether or not she should answer them, which only made David worry that he was, indeed, going to die.

“He ate the berries of a bush protected by the fae people.” She explained at last, looking not at them but at the computer screen. “Terrible idea.”

“And how do we undo it?” Hilda stepped closer to the counter. The librarian placed her hand on top of one of the books, biting her bottom lip as she did so. Though she might not like Johanna, Kaisa wanted to respect her wishes as Hilda’s mother, and giving them what they needed very much went against them. It was the way Hilda was looking at her, with wide and hopeful eyes, that made her throw caution to the wind and give her the book. If the girl’s first reaction to disaster was looking for some random witch and not her mother, that was on Johanna.

“The potion is on page 63. It’s simple to brew, Frida shouldn’t have any trouble. Oh, and just for good measure, go back to the bush and place an offering on the ground for the faeries. They’ll enjoy anything sweet or shiny, as long as it’s not iron.”

“Thanks, Kaisa!” Hilda smiled up at her as she handed Frida the potions book. “You’re the best!”

The trio ran out of the library together, hoping to get started on their tasks as soon as possible. Until the doors closed behind them, Kaisa could hear Hilda talking about how she could handle the offering while her witch brewed the potion. She sighed and allowed herself to fall back against her chair, her head on her hands as she breathed deep.

The girl was too much like her mother.

_#_#_#_

It had been an extremely risky move on her part, but Johanna arrived safely on the ground. The palms of her hands were stinging from gripping her makeshift rope so tightly, and she looked up at the string of clothes she’d tied together in order to allow herself out of her room on the second floor of her house. As soon as her feet touched the earth, her best friend sighed in relief behind her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kaisa asked. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Johanna turned to face the young witch with a bright smile. Since the day they’d met each other in the woods two years before, they’d been inseparable. And Johanna wasn’t about to let that change.

“A three pm curfew is ridiculous and you know it. I’m not letting you go on a cool magical adventure without me, Kai. Besides, they won’t even be home! I’ll be fine.”

Kaisa sighed. She had to admit Johanna’s curfew, as well as every other limitation her parents gave her, were very strict, but how fair something was or not didn’t change the fact that Johanna would be punished if she got caught. At least she knew Johanna was quite good at this: she knew exactly what to do to not be seen having fun. It was around this time in the afternoon that Kaisa got invited over to Johanna’s house to play on most days, since the girl knew her sitter would be too busy watching her soap opera to notice her sneaking another child in the house. Besides, it wasn’t like Kaisa could talk her out of helping her; when Johanna got something in her mind, nobody could stop her.

“If you say so.” She shrugged, turning her attention back to the book she was holding. It was wordy and hard to read even for an adult, but Kaisa rather enjoyed deciphering it. In its pages was all the information humans knew about the Draugen treasure. Tildy had assured her that it wasn’t real, nothing more than an old sailors’ tale, but Kaisa knew it had to be real. Out of the few things her mother had left her, this book was one of them, and Kaisa believed that her mother wouldn’t give her a book filled with made up information.

“So, where are we headed?” Johanna fell in step with Kaisa, trusting her friend to lead the way even if she occasionally had to point out a closed walking sign or stop her from hitting a person or a street lamp. Kaisa could get very distracted when she was concentrating on her books.

“To the harbour.” The witch said with confidence. “And then, to the Draugen treasure.”

_#_#_#_

Things hadn’t been as simple as that. Once at the harbour, the two children had to face the fact that they had no means to go underwater. Johanna knew how to swim, and she even offered to go and get the proof that Kaisa wanted to bring home to her mentor, but Kaisa declined, not only wanting to see the treasure herself but also knowing that no matter how good Johanna was at swimming, she wouldn’t manage to find the shipwreck.

Feeling stuck, she’d sat down on a bolster to think. Nothing in her book hinted at how to actually get to the treasure, she knew so because she knew each word in it by heart, and still she searched the pages hoping an answer would magically appear.

“It’s not too bad if we don’t find it.” Johanna cooed from where she was sitting on the sand. The disappointment in Kaisa’s face was something she didn’t like to see, and it made her want to hug her. “Even if you don’t have any proof to take to Miss Pilkfist… you know it’s true. That’s already enough, isn’t it? Plus, if we wait we’re going to see a gorgeous sunset from here.”

Holding her cheeks between her hands, Kaisa grumbled. “I guess.”

Even though she’d given up, Kaisa continued staring at the book. Until, that is, she heard her friend gasp.

“What a pretty seashell, look!”

On Johanna’s palm there was a pearly white conch shell, its shape a little too perfect for it to be natural. Kaisa hopped from the stone, extending her hand so as to ask Johanna to see it, but the girl didn’t notice. Instead, she chuckled as she took a better look at it.

“It kind of looks like a tiny tuba, doesn’t it?” Saying that, Johanna brought the shell to her lips and blew. Both of them shrieked when it made a sound much louder than they had expected, even the birds from nearby trees flying away in fright.

“What the heck?” Johanna looked to her left to check if Kaisa had also been as surprised by the vibration, but the witch was staring wide eyed at something behind her friend. Turning her gaze to the sea, the girl gasped as she saw a tower of water rise up, with eyes staring right at them. If a being entirely made of water could even look annoyed, Johanna was sure this would be it.

“A water spirit.” Kaisa whispered. “Johanna, you’re a genius.”

Johanna had no idea of what was happening, but given that Kaisa seemed to have she didn’t worry. Instead of running away like she imagined would have been the most logical decision, Kaisa walked closer to the spirit and uttered gibberish. At this point, Johanna had lost count of how many magical languages she’d already heard her friend talking in.

Apparently happy at having been talked to, the spirit shape shifted to the form of a bubble. Kaisa turned back to Johanna with a smile, offering her hand to help her get up from the sand.

“Come on, Anna. We’ve got a treasure to find.”

_#_#_#_

The underwater landscape was something they both knew they’d never forget. Miraculously, the water spirit had taken them, safe and dry, through the sea that connected their city to other far away lands. When Kaisa pointed out a picture in her book that showed a representation of the sunken ship, the spirit had set off to a certain direction without needing any further instruction, which left the two girls free to look at the fish that swam by them and the other strange creatures they couldn’t recognize.

Once they reached the boat, or at least what was left of it, they couldn’t help but stare in awe for a couple of seconds. As soon as the shock of actually having found it wore off of Kaisa, she fist pumped the air. She really had been right, and she’d prove it.

Aside from a single draugen who for some reason didn’t stop sweeping a broom around during the whole time they were there, no one seemed to be guarding the treasure. This allowed them to find the chests the book spoke of, filled with golden items and a variety of other items.

“We could be rich!” Johanna had said, touching the golden coins and chains as soon as the water spirit rolled forward so the chests were inside the bubble.

Kaisa shook her head. “I don’t think we should take any of it. Tildy says it’s never a good idea to steal from the dead. We don’t know what’s up with that Draugen there.” She pointed to the cleaner, who had explained his situation upon their arrival. “As far as we are concerned, he might have been cursed for trying to steal some of the treasure.”

The possibility made Johanna hastily drop the coins she’d been holding.

“Oh.”

“Besides, maybe someone else would like to see this in the future, and I wouldn’t want them to find nothing. “

Following that logic, Kaisa decided to take a chip of wood from the weak shell of the boat. Certainly, that was insignificant enough that they wouldn’t face any repercussions, and it still was something they could take home for her to show her mentor that she’d been right.

They were returned to the harbor by the spirit, who as kind as always nodded them goodbye. Kaisa stared at the spot where it had disappeared, thinking that now she’d have even more motivation to learn to speak Water Spirit. That one seemed like a good friend to have.

Just as the sun was beginning to set, the two of them arrived at Tildy’s home. The sorceress was sitting on her couch, crocheting something out of pink wool, and Kaisa knew she’d felt it when they entered the house even though she didn’t look up.

“Aha!” The girl cried triumphantly, walking up to her teacher and raising the chip of wood above her head. “I told you the Draugen treasure was real, Tildy! We’ve found it, and I can prove it!”

As serene as if she was going through a daily occurence, Tildy lifted her gaze up to her young apprentice and to her friend, who was just beside her.

“How lovely that you found a fun way to spend the day! And welcome, Johanna, I made a cake today thinking about you. Why don’t you put some water in the kettle and we can all eat it while having some tea?”

“Sounds delicious!” Johanna set off to the kitchen, having been there enough times to know where everything was. Kaisa was left standing in front of the woman with an eyebrow lifted.

“Thank you for this, dear.” Tildy said as she took the chip from her hand. “Just what I needed.”

She tilted her head to the side. “You’re not surprised? You believe me?”

“Of course I’m not. And you have always been more of an overachiever than a cheater, so yes, I do.”

“Wait…” Kaisa looked down with a crease between her brows, trying to put the pieces together as the mentor got up from the sofa.

“I do know the treasure is true. But you see, I needed something that belonged to a Draugen for a potion I want to make and that’s not really easy to get! So I thought I could count on you to want to prove me wrong if I said I didn’t believe in it.”

“Tildy!” Kaisa groaned. She wanted to be annoyed or angry but truly? She found her mentor’s behaviour quite amusing. Would she ever manage to outsmart the great arch sorceress, Kaisa wondered.

“Let’s go eat, now. You two deserve your cake.”

_#_#_#_

After eating, Kaisa had offered to walk Johanna back to her house. The days were getting ever shorter, and the wind was icy cold as they walked, but they didn’t care. Being with each other always made the rest of the world fade away, and once again Kaisa was grateful that Johanna had been so insistent on befriending her. They were laughing and shooting the breeze while they walked, until Johanna stopped abruptly and gripped Kaisa’s wrist so she would too.

“My parents are home.” She whispered stiffly, looking at the house’s garage, where there were now two cars. “They will probably have noticed I’m gone by now.”

“I’ll go with you.” Kaisa said immediately. “I’ll… I’ll say I pressured you to leave without supervision.”

Johanna gave her a sympathetic smile. There was evident sadness in her eyes, and she squeezed her friend’s hand.

“That’s exactly what I don’t want you to do and you know it. We’ve been here before. If they think you’re guilty of anything, they will want me to stop seeing you. Turn back now and it’ll be better for both of us.”

Kaisa’s shoulders slumped. It wasn’t often that something like this happened, but whenever it did, she was filled by a sense of helplessness before her best friend’s situation. Still, Johanna knew her own parents better than Kaisa did, so she always obeyed.

“Library as soon as you can?” Kaisa asked in a small, hopeful voice, knowing that Johanna’s parents wouldn’t allow her to leave the house at all for a while. It was their arrangement that whenever Johanna got grounded, Kaisa would be in the library at exactly ten in the morning every day until Johanna was allowed to leave, even if followed by her sitter, to tell her she was free to visit Kaisa and be visited by her.

Johanna nodded and let go of her hand, only heading toher house when Kaisa had already begun to walk away, so as to be sure her friend wouldn’t try anything heroic.

Her pace was closer to a run as she went back to Tildy’s. Tears stung at her eyes but she held them back. It wasn’t fair that Johanna would be punished if Kaisa was the one who had asked for company. It wasn’t fair at all. One day, Kaisa thought, she’d be strong enough to save her too.

_#_#_#_

When Johanna asked her how her afternoon had gone, Hilda had had to resist the instinct to say the first lie that popped on her mind. She was being honest now, she reminded herself. In the most calm and casual way she could, she narrated the events she’d gone through while her mother finished preparing their dinner, but it was easy to tell her mother did not approve of most, if not everything, of what she was telling. Her shoulders were visibly tight and her mouth was pursed, and the only reaction Hilda got were grunts. When the story was finished, the woman sighed tiredly.

“Hilda, I… I don’t know what to tell you. Sweetheart, you could have gotten hurt.”

“Mum” Hilda groaned, trying to make herself look taller. Why did her mother think she was so fragile? “I understand you’re scared for me because you just want me to be okay. But I am okay! This wasn’t dangerous, I promise. You had to see Frida, she was awesome! She’s so smart and skilled.”

Johanna took a deep breath as she took the pie away from the oven and over to the table. No, it wasn’t dangerous, at least what Hilda had told her wasn’t. She still didn’t like it, since her own experiences led her to be wary about that situation, but she knew making a storm in a teacup would only make it so Hilda never told her anything.

“You’re right, sweetheart. I just want to tell you to try not to rely on magic for everything. And Frida… she’s your friend, and a good girl, but do not idolize her, okay? She’s just as human as us, and you may not be able to count on her for everything.”

Hilda’s brow furrowed, thoughts about what it was that her mother wasn’t telling her clouding her mind. “She’s my best friend, mum. I know I can count on her.”

Johanna clenched the fist that wasn’t pulling herself a chair.

“I suppose you can. But listen to me on this, I don’t want you seeing the librarian again.”

Now sitting in front of her mother, Hilda blinked in surprise. “What? Why?”

“Anyone who feels this comfortable giving children magic is not to be trusted” Johanna answered simply, making her child sigh.

Getting her mother to trust her judgement would take a while.

[incorrect-ikemen]

Kyle: So if "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" is to be believed, you can fiddle-duel a demon for your soul.

Kyle: My question is, does it only works with fiddles, or any contest?

Kyle: Saxophone duel? Guitar shred-off? Can you challenge a demon to a rap battle if they come for you?

Zero, narrating: The demon, Edgar Bright went back to Georgia and his thoughts were dark and cold

That Kyle bastard had screwed him over and he still needed a soul

When he came across this young man blowin' on a tuba and playin' hits

And dear Edgar took one look and said "You know what? Fuck this shit."

[charlottemadison42]

There was a lot to catch up on during that bus ride back to Oxford Mayfair. Excerpt:

"A tuba gun?"

Crowley blurted the words at full volume, eyebrows arching fiercely.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"What in the flowering heavenly fuck was he even doing there, with his tuba -- gun -- brick -- thing?"

"Oh, that would be Shadwell," said Aziraphale. "Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell. I suppose I never introduced you. Not the most enlightened soul I'm afraid. And it's rather shaped more like a flugelhorn --"

"No I know who Shadwell is, he works for me," Crowley grumped. "I just can't figure how he ineffably turned up at the improbably-British-Apocalypse-showdown."

"Shadwell works for you?"

"Yeh, field operative of mine for decades. Sent him up to investigate Tadfield earlier this week but --"

"I sent him to Tadfield too, just the other day. He's been on retainer for me since 1981."

"Angel." Crowley snatched the wine bottle, found it empty, refilled it. "You. Know. Shadwell? You employ Shadwell?!" He attacked the bottle as if he held it responsible for this revelation.

Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully. "If we both sent him to Tadfield, the question is what he was doing in Soho this afternoon."

"Polishing his tuba gun thing, apparently. How'd he get way out here with you then?" Armed now with a wine bottle, Crowley could gesticulate to full effect, arms flung all over creation.

"He happened to call on Madame Tracy just when I -- well -- when we began, that is, cohabiting. She was holding a séance, I found her open to, er, hosting, and while we discussed plans he charged in to defend her honor. And he had a weapon, as you've observed. So we brought him along."

"But wait wait wait wait wait. Shadwell escorted. The two of you. All the way from London?" Crowley's knee bounced and his voice arpeggiated wildly as he collated the facts. "On a scooter. WITH the tuba gun thing? So you could murder the Antichrist -- with that?"

The angel nodded, biting his lip. "Mm-hmm."

Aziraphale reached for the flailing bottle. It was all rather a lot, and Crowley was spinning up more than winding down.

"And that was after you found me at the bar. So then how the heaven’d you beat me here? How'd you cross the M25?"

"Well I had to expedite our party's progress overland. Frivolous miracle reprimands were unlikely to matter anymore, so I just..." Aziraphale gestured a tipsy curlicue as if it clarified anything. "Off we all went. Didn't notice anything odd about the M25. Even so, I was shocked as anything we overtook you, the way you drive. And when you arrived, you -- your car -- what was....? How........?" He couldn't think where to begin the question, didn't know what the question was, so he stopped his mouth with wine.

Thought of the Bentley dampened Crowley's tornadic spin. "Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeh. It'sss been a flaming hell of a day is all." He slumped til his knees hit the next seat up and he could slump no further. "Lots of flames. Flamey -- fiery -- fuckin' -- flames."

..."Well I was very sorry to hear about your friend," Aziraphale said tenderly.

"My friend? What friend? You're my friend."

"The one you lost?"

They turned to face one another again, Aziraphale sympathetic and bewildered, Crowley's surprised-scowl deepening, noses so very close just right there. But a familiar mounting tension flared this time.

"Angel, look, I know you don't --"

And there was that Tone. Oh dear. Aziraphale rushed in to curtail it. "When I telephoned, you said you had an old friend over. Then at the pub you told me you lost....?"

"OH! Ohhhhhhh, no no no no." Crowley flicked his wrist broadly to dismiss something or other and seized the alcohol. The Tone mercifully evaporated. "Of course you'd have connected those. No. 'S not what happened at all. The old friend thing, when you called, there were demons in my office."

"You have an office?"

"In my flat, the office in my flat. Demons in it was the interesting part I thought." Crowley suddenly pretzeled into an improbable pile of triangles: turned his back against the window, hoisted a shoe onto his seat, knee doubled up and hands clasped on it, other foot kicked all the way under their bench, elbows flung every which way. "Ugh. Now I think about it, there's still some demon in my flat."

"They came to reprimand you?"

"Came to finish me, angel. I'd cocked up the Apocalypse! Acoppa -- Acockalypse." He smirked and drank. The wine was settling in nicely.

"Crowley! But they didn't."

"Nnnnnnope." The smirk broke into a wide grin. "Thanks to my favorite vintage thermos and my actual old friend. Saved my life and you weren't even there!" Crowley toasted him with the bottle.

(Read the rest at “Recounting the Deeds of the Day,” https://archiveofourown.org/works/21454282)

[kimhargreeves]

It Is The End🎈Chapter 5

A day later from the fight The Losers Club and I made it to the fair and I couldn't help but stare worriedly at the missing poster sign on the wall close to me, I was also surprised to see Patrick Hockstetter on it. Since I had no idea he went missing. Was it his scream I heard back then in the sewers? I flipped the missing poster and saw Betty Ripsom under it. Bill and I had the same thought in our heads.

"It's like she's b-been forgotten."

Annoyed by the awful tuba sound I glance back to see who's horribly playing it, and see Richie holding the instrument with a guy trying to take it back. "Richie! Leave the poor man's tuba alone" I scold and the an successfully stole it back.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"Is it ever gonna end?" Bill asks himself and I wrap an arm around his shoulder. "That's why we gotta figure out what's happening. Maybe we can out an end to this."

"What are you guys talking about?" Eddie asks after coming back from buying himself and Richie some ice cream.

"What they always talk about." Richie says almost not caring at all and grabbing his ice cream from Eddie's hand. I facepalm and look back to see him happily eating the frozen treat. "Alice is right. I actually think it'll end. For a while at least."

Bev confused looks at him then me, "With some help from Ben's book, we've been going over some Derry research and we charted out all the big events."

I say and Ben continues "The ironworks explosions in 1908, the Bradley Gang in '35."

"And The Black Spot in '62." I finish and see Richie and Eddie quite impressed.

"Damn that it sounds hot when you say that." I give him a weirded out look so Eddie nudges him to stop being so weird. "And now the kids being..I realized this stuff seems to happen. "Every 27 years." Ben, Bill and I say at the same time.

************

"Okay, so let me get this straight. It comes out from wherever to eat kids, for like, a year? And then what? It just goes into hibernation?"

"Maybe it's like..What do you call it? Cicadas. You know, the bugs that come out once every 17 years." Stan says trying to answer Eddie's question. We were all seated in a circle while the event around us continued to happen, we just decided to talk here since we're surrounded and it feels safer to us. I look at my surroundings and wave my hand up when I notice my Mom's far ahead holding hands and drinking what appears to be some lemonade. We stay silent trying to figure out just what this all is and means. "My grandpa thinks this town is cursed. He says that all the bad thing's that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry."

Mike says staring us ahead and Stan glances back at him, "But it can't be one thing."

"We all saw something different. Maybe. Or maybe It knows what scares us most, and that's what we see."

"I saw a leper." Eddie says first. "He was like a walking infection."

"But you didn't." Stan says looking at his friend, "Because it isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddie's leper, Alice's shadow demon people or Bill seeing Georgie, o-or the woman I keep seeing."

"Not to sound like a bitch, Stan. But how is all of this not real? How was I capable of seeing myself in front of me with blood pouring out of my face-"

"It could've just been an hallucination. You did hit your head after all." We stare at each other almost glaring at one another.

"She hot?"

The both of us look at Richie when he asked that sudden dumb question. "No, Richie. She's not hot. Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They're all like bad dreams." I look at Mike who quickly continues what he was saying.

"I don't think so. I know the difference between a bad dream and real life, okay? Maybe Alice seeing herself can mean something deeper." I look down at my legs and clench my fists trying to remain calm.

"What'd you see? You saw something too?" Eddie asks next to me and holds my hand so I would stop shaking.

"Yes. Do you guys know that burned down house on Harris Avenue?" We nod our heads at his question. "I was inside when it burned down. Before I was rescued my mom and dad were trapped under the next room from me. They were pushing an pounding on the door, trying to get to me. But it was too hot. When the fireman finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone. We're all afraid of something." Mike finishes saying and I see Stan looking frightened and Eddie's hand is now tightly holding onto mine.

"Got that right." Richie says and looks back to see a stage with a clown performing on it with the band and a few cheerleaders practicing.

"Why, Rich? What are you afraid of?" the boy holding my hand asks.Richie glances at us both shaken back and pushes his glasses up, "Clowns."

[melodiouswhite]

Classic literature vine compilation - others, pt. 03

Perenelle Flamel: Boys, what do you want to eat?

Dr. Faust: ThE sOuLs Of ThE iNnOcEnT!

Nicolas Flamel: A baguette.

Dr. Faust: NOOO!!!

Nicolas: Two baguettes. Ü

---

Victor Frankenstein: Johann, just wear your pyjama pants with me outside, that way we're matching!

Dr. Faust: How about you just do your fucking laundry?!

Victor: NOOO!!!

---

Dr. Faust: Hey there, demons. It's me. Ya boy.

Demons: …

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Edward Hyde: Yeah, let's go rob a bank or something. Ü

Frankenstein's Creature: …

Hyde: *laughs awkwardly*

---

Victor Frankenstein: I tried so hard to save them …

Dr. Faust: Oh? That's not what Justine, Henry and Elisabeth told me last night.

Victor: …

Dr. Faust: …

Victor: You performed necromancy on them, didn't you?

Dr. Faust: Ü

Victor: Has anyone ever told you that you're an arsehole?

Dr. Faust: Quite often, boy, quite often. But so are you.

---

Frankenstein's Creature, to Dr. Faust: I ought to be his Adam, but I am-

Dr. Faust: That's your name now.

Creature: Pardon?

Dr. Faust: Your name is Adam now. Adam Faust. There is nothing you can do about it.

Creature: … You're adopting me?

Dr. Faust: Yes-

Creature: *hugs him*

Dr. Faust: Argh! My spine!

Creature: Sorry.

---

Dr. Faust: Hey! Hey!

Perenelle Flamel: *whispering* Shh! Victor is sleeping!

Dr. Faust: *whispering* Sorry.

Perenelle: *still whispering* What's up?

Dr. Faust: *also still whispering* There's a fire.

---

Perenelle Flamel: Bumbleberry Conkersnack.

Nicolas Flamel: Beagledick Conkerbonk.

Perenelle: It's Bantercoot Crumblycatch!

Nicolas: Babyboop Kinglepank! *grins*

Perenelle: Bongletoo Scoobydits- *cracks up*

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Perenelle Flamel: And when we go all in there, let's just show Victor that we're happy for him!

Frankenstein's Creature: But I'm not.

Dr. Faust: Well, then fake it. Look at me, I could be grinding on the fact, that without my stabilising telescope mount, he never would have found that stupid little clump of cosmic Schmutz. But I'm bigger than that!

Creature: Fine. What do you want me to do?

Perenelle: Smile!

Creature: *grins creepily*

Nicolas: … Oh Christ, that's terrifying.

Dr. Faust: We're here to see your creator graduate, not revive and rekill his entire family. -_-

Perenelle: … Try less teeth.

Creature: *smiles with his mouth closed*

Nicolas: *sighs* Close enough. Come on.

---

Dr. Faust: Calling people daddy is gross.

Victor Frankenstein: Stop kinkshaming me! TT_TT

Dr. Faust: Kinkshaming IS my kink! >:)

Victor: *terrified screaming*

---

Victor Frankenstein, to 15yo Luise: Evil scientists will always try to trick you. Be careful what you wish for.

*2 years later*

17yo Luise: I wish I was dead.

Evil scientists: You are now immortal. Ü

Luise: WHAT?!

Evil scientists: Yeah! Ü

---

Nicolas Flamel: 'Ello, I'm Nicolas and I'm going to teach you 'ow to make cereal. Grab some milk and-

Nicolas: *opens the cupboard to find a severed head* OH MON DIEU!!! WE'RE OUT OF MILK!!!

---

Victor Frankenstein: Do we have any apple juice left?

Dr. Faust: *pours himself the last bit of apple juice* No, we're all out.

Victor: *angrily slams the cupboard door shut*

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Frankenstein's Creature: Dad's gone on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home for a few days.

Edward Hyde: …

Creature: …

Hyde: …

Creature: B-)

Hyde: B-)

Creature: *plays 'Freaks' on a tuba*

Hyde: *slams the door in sync*

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Victor Frankenstein: Doctor, can you teach me how to twerk?

Dr. Faust: … o_e

Dr. Faust: No more going out at night! No more hitting the clubs! We're reading books and studying from now on!

Victor: …

---

Dr. Faust: Hello?

Victor Frankenstein: Hey, what's up?

Dr. Faust: I need your help. Can you come here?

Victor: Uh, I can't, I'm buying clothes.

Dr. Faust: Alright, then hurry up and come here.

Victor: I can't find them.

Dr. Faust: What do you mean, you can't find them?

Victor: I can't find them, there's only soup.

Dr. Faust: What do you mean, there's only soup?!

Victor: *agitated* It means there is only soup!

Dr. Faust: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Victor: Alright, you don't have to shout at me! *goes to the next aisle* There's more soup.

Dr. Faust: What do you mean, there's more soup?!

Victor: There's just more soup!

Dr. Faust: Go to the next aisle!

Victor: There's still soup!

Dr. Faust: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!

Victor: I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Faust: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE AT SOUP?!

Victor: I MEAN I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Faust: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN???

Victor: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!!!

Dr. Faust: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!?!

Victor: FUCK YOU!!!

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No one:

Absolutely no one:

Not a single soul:

Me: I wonder why Yog-Sothoth agreed to sire monster twins with a human, as ze is omniscient and would've known that they'd get killed, before fulfilling their purpose. So why would ze sire children knowing that they would die early? I think ze just wanted to be a dad and didn't expect them to actually succeed in opening the gate. I think ze was sad, knowing that they would die, but wanted to have kids anyway. Ü

[dumbledearme]

chapter twenty-six—saved by a mortal

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act IV — To Stop The Tide

Part I — And I can hardly wait to discombobulate, I'll send you back and packing in a shipping crate.

"Just relax," Sally said, but she didn't sound relaxed. "It's only an orientation tour. And remember, dear, this is Paul's school. So try not to... you know."

"Blow it to shit?"

"Pretty much, yes."

Andy sighed. Paul Blofis was Sally's new boyfriend. He was an English teacher and had managed to convince Good High School to accept Andy for the next school year. Andy had tried to warn him that it wasn't a good idea, but the man just wouldn't listen to reason.

"You haven't told him the truth about me, have you?"

Sally tapped her fingers nervously on the wheel. "I thought we should wait."

"So we don't scare him away?"

"It's just one morning, Andy. It'll be fine."

"I'll be expelled before even starting school."

"Think positive, honey. Tomorrow you're off to camp! And later today, you've got your date-"

"It's not a date!" Andy protested. "It's just... Anthony."

"He's coming all the way from camp to meet you."

"Yes."

"You're going to the movies."

"So?"

"Just the two of you."

"Stop it!"

Sally held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just reminding you, Andy, that if by any chance you have something to say to that boy, today is the perfect time."

"Consider me reminded."

Andy got out of the car and into the school. Two cheerleaders ambushed her in the halls. "Hi," they smiled. "Welcome to Goode," the blonde one said. "You are so going to love it!"

The other girl, with a name tag written Kelli on it, said, "What's your name?"

"Uh, Andy."

The two girls exchanged a look. "Oh, Andy Jackson," the blonde one said. "We've been waiting for you."

Having a bad feeling about that, Andy was about to run when Paul Blofis showed up to greet her. The cheerleaders backed off. Andy anxiously passed them, kneeling Kelli in the thigh. Her leg made a hollow, metallic sound.

"There you are," Paul was saying. "Welcome to Goode!"

"Yeah, hey, Paul."

"Andy, you look like you've seen a ghost," Paul said. He patted her on the back. "I know you're nervous, but you've got nothing to worry about. We get a lot of kids here with ADHD and dyslexia. The teachers know how to help."

"If only ADHD and dyslexia were my biggest worries," Andy mumbled looking over her shoulder to where the cheerleaders were watching her. Then Andy looked down the hall and saw a girl with frizzy red hair also staring at her.

Andy cursed under her breath. Somebody called Paul and he went to see what the person needed. The red-headed came swinging. "I thought I'd never see you again! As a matter of fact, there were some days when I thought I'd imagined you..."

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," Andy recalled. "No, I'm real."

The girl smiled, a little too flirtatiously. "And you never told me your name last December when you tried to kill me."

"I wasn't... I didn't... What are you doing here?"

"Orientation," Rachel shrugged.

"You live in New York?"

"You thought I lived at Hoover Dam?" Suddenly the smile vanished from her freckled face and her eyes widened. Andy followed her gaze and saw Kelli, still watching her. "Run," Rachel whispered.

"Why?"

Without answering, Rachel took Andy's hand and pulled her down the hall to the band room where they hid behind a bass drum. "You think they followed us?" Rachel asked, crouching down.

"The cheerleaders?" Andy asked. Rachel nodded nervously. "I don't think so. What are they? What did you see?"

Rachel's green eyes were bright with fear. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Oh, I'm fairly sure I would," Andy said. "I know you can see through the Mist."

"The what?"

"The Mist. It's... like a veil that hides the way things really are. Some mortals are born with the ability to see through it. Like you."

Rachel studied Andy carefully. "You did that at Hoover Dam. You called me a mortal. Like you're not." Her face was pleading. "You know what it means. All these horrible things I see."

"Uh... yeah. You see... What do you know of Greek myths?" Rachel waited. "All those monsters, the gods, the stories... they are all true."

"I knew it!"

Andy blinked. "That was strangely easy."

"You don't know how hard it's been," Rachel said. "For years I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't tell anybody. I couldn't-" her eyes narrowed. "Wait. Who are you? I mean really? You look like you, but you're not... human. Are you?"

"I'm a half-blood. I'm half human," Andy said carefully. She had no idea why she was telling this girl everything. For some weird reason, they'd had this instant connection and Andy felt she could be trusted.

"And half what?"

Just then, Kelli and the other stepped into the band room. The doors slammed shut behind them. "There you are, Andy Jackson," the blonde one said. "It's time for your orientation." While Kelli stood blocking the doors, the blonde one went toward Andy. When the cheerleader was close enough, Andy drew Riptide and pointed at her chest.

She snarled and began to change. The color drained out of her, her skin was white, her eyes were red. Her teeth grew into fangs. She looked like a vampire. But her legs were different from one another. The left one was brown and donkey-like, while the right one was made of bronze. She advanced on her weird, mismatched legs.

Rachel threw a snare drum at the empousa's head. The demon hissed and batted the drum away. Rachel threw a xylophone, but the demon just swatted that away, too.

"I don't usually kill girls," she growled. "But I will enjoy killing you two."

She lunged at them and Andy slashed with Riptide. The blade sliced straight through her cheerleader uniform, and with a horrible wail she exploded into dust all over them.

"You killed my trainee!" Kelli yelled. "You need a lesson, half-blood!" Kelli changed into her true form. "I'm senior empousa," she growled. "No man has bested me in a thousand years."

"I'm no man." Andy attacked, but Kelli dodged. Andy placed herself between the empousa and Rachel. Kelli circled them.

"Such a pretty blade," she said, watching the sword. "What a shame it stands between us." Her form shimmered. "You don't even know what is happening, do you? Soon, your camp will be in flames, your friends will be slaves to the Lord of Time, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. It would be merciful to end your life now, before you have to witness that."

Voices started coming from down the hall. The empousa's eyes lit up. She picked up a tuba and threw it at Andy, who ducked. The tuba sailed over her head and crashed through the window. The voices in the hall died down.

"Andy!" Kelli shouted. "Why did you do that?" And she kept throwing instruments and making a mess. Andy charged after her. The door flung open. Kelli turned toward Andy like a cowering victim. She cried, and before the sword could hit her, she exploded into flames.

"Andy?" Paul Blofis looked completely stunned. "What have you done?"

Kids screamed down the hall. The fire alarm wailed. Ceiling sprinklers hissed to life.

"You have to get out of here," Rachel whispered. Andy nodded and with a last apologetic glance at Paul, she sprinted for the broken band room window.

Andy burst out of the alley onto East 81st and ran straight into Anthony. "Hey, you're out early!" he laughed. For a split second he was in a good mood and everything was fine. He looked as charming as ever; his gray eyes sparkling. Then Rachel appeared and Anthony's smile melted. For the first time he noticed the smoke, the alarm, the screams. "What did you do? And who is this?"

Andy introduced the two of them. Police sirens wailed on FDR Drive.

"Andy," Anthony said coldly. "We should go."

"I want to know more about half-bloods," Rachel said. "And monsters. And this stuff about the gods." She grabbed Andy's arm, whipped out a permanent marker, and wrote a phone number on Andy's hand. "You're going to call me and explain, okay? You owe me that. Now get going. I'll make some story. Tell them it wasn't your fault." Just like that, she ran back toward the school.

Anthony stared at Andy. "You told a mortal girl about half-bloods?"

"There were two empousai! And she can see through the Mist. I mean-"

"You told her the truth?"

"She recognized me from Hoover Dam, so-"

"You've met her before? This is strange," he shook his head. "Well, I guess our afternoon is off. We should get you out of here, now that the police will be searching for you." Without another word, Anthony took off and Andy had to jog after him.

In the taxi, Andy tried to talk to him but Anthony seemed to be far away. All she managed to get out of him was that he'd had a monster-infested spring in San Francisco; he'd come back to camp twice since Christmas, but wouldn't tell Andy why; and he'd learned nothing about the whereabouts of Nico di Angelo.

"What about Luke?" Andy asked.

"Mount Tam is till overrun with monsters," he said. "I didn't dare go near it, but I Luke isn't there anyway."

"How can you know?" she asked. He didn't answer. Andy felt like he was keeping something from her but decided not to push him. "What about Grover?"

"He's at camp. We'll see him today."

"Did he have any luck? With the search for Pan?"

"You'll see."

"Okay, are you mad at me?" she finally asked.

Anthony glanced at her and sighed. "No, Andy. I am not mad at you. I'm just mad."

The taxi dropped them on Farm Road 3.141, at the base of Half-Blood Hill. They hiked to the crest where the young guardian dragon was dozing, coiled around the pine tree, but he lifted his coppery head as they approached. "Hey, Peleus," Anthony greeted. They walked down into the valley, greeting the others, until Anthony said, "I need to talk to Clarisse."

Andy stared at him. "What for?"

"We've been working on something," he answered. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Working on what? And with Clarisse?"

Anthony glanced toward the forest. "I'll tell Chiron you're here. He'll want to talk to you before the hearing."

"What hearing?"

But he jogged down the path toward the archery field without looking back. Andy cursed and made her way through camp. Then she found herself face-to-face with the biggest hell-hound she had ever seen. She was about to draw Riptide when a man said, "She's harmless. Meet Mrs O'Leary."

Andy blinked. The man smiled dryly. He had short gray hair and a clipped gray beard. At the base of his neck was a strange mark, a purplish blotch like a birthmark or a tattoo, but Andy couldn't tell what it was.

"Mrs O'Leary is my pet," he explained.

"Okay," Andy said slowly. "And who are you?"

"Quintus."

Andy shook his hand. It was as rough as sandpaper. "Andy Jackson," she said. "How did you, um-"

"Get a hell-hound for a pet? Long story, involving many close calls with death and quite a few giant chew toys. I'm the new sword instructor, by the way. Helping out Chiron while Mr D is away."

"Mr D is away?"

"Yes, well... Busy times. Even Dionysus must help out. He's gone to visit some of the lesser gods. Make sure they're on the right side. I probably shouldn't say more than that." Then he looked around thoughtful. "They didn't have camps like this when I was a boy."

"You're a half-blood?!"

Quintus chuckled. "Some of us do survive into adulthood. Not all of us are the subject of terrible prophecies."

Andy was about to ask him about said prophecy, when Chiron appeared. "I see you've met our new instructor. Quintus, do you mind if I borrow Andy?"

"Not at all, Master Chiron."

Andy said goodbye and walked away with Chiron. He asked about the empousai and Andy told him everything, including Kelli bursting into flames. "The more powerful ones can do that," Chiron said. "She did not die, Andy. She simply escaped. It is not good that the she-demons are stirring."

"It is not good that they were waiting for me. How did they know? Gods, I... If it weren't for Rachel..."

Chiron nodded. "Ironic to be saved by a mortal, yet we owe her a debt. But we can talk of this later. We're going to be late."

"Late for what?"

They had reached the forest, but Chiron was leading Andy through a path she did not know. "The Council of Cloven Elders is meeting to decide Grover's fate."

At the clearing, a bunch of satyrs were sitting in a circle in the grass. Grover stood in the middle, facing three really old and fat satyrs. He was telling them a story.

Standing off to one side of the circle were Anthony, a girl Andy didn't know, and Clarisse. Andy stood next to them. The small girl had wispy hair the color of amber and a pretty, elfish face. Her eyes were tinged green. She was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "It's going terribly," she sniffled.

"No, no," Anthony patted her shoulder. "He'll be fine, Juniper." He looked at Andy and mouthed the words 'Grover's girlfriend'.

"Master Underwood!" the council member on the right shouted. "Do you seriously expect us to believe this?"

"B-but, Silenus," Grover stammered. "It's the truth!"

Silenus turned to his colleagues and muttered something. "Master Underwood, for months we have been hearing these scandalous claims that you heard the wild god Pan speak."

"I did!"

"Impudence!" said the elder on the left. "I've had it up to my horns with this nonsense. As if the wild god would speak to... to you!"

"For months," Silenus continued, "we have indulged you, Master Underwood. We let you travel. We allowed you to keep your searcher's license. We waited for you to bring proof of your preposterous claim. And what have you found in months of travel?"

"I just need more time," Grover pleaded.

"Nothing!" the elder in the middle chimed in. "You have found nothing!"

Chiron leaned in and said something to the satyrs. Silenus sighed and nodded. "Master Underwood," he announced, "we will give you yet one more chance."

Grover brightened. "Thank you!"

"One more week."

"What? But, sir! That's impossible!"

"One more week, Master Underwood. And then, if you cannot prove your claims, it will be time for you to pursue another career. Something to suit your dramatic talents. Puppet theater, perhaps. Or tap dancing."

"But, sir, I... I cannot lose my searcher's license. My whole life-"

"This meeting of the council is adjourned," Silenus said. "And now let us enjoy our noonday meal."

The circle of satyrs broke and Grover walked dejectedly toward Andy. "That went well, huh?"

"Those old goats!" Juniper said. "Oh, Grover, they don't know how hard you've worked!"

"There is another option," Clarisse said darkly.

"No. No." Juniper shook her head. "Grover, I won't let you."

His face was ashen. "I... I'll have to think about it. But we don't even know where to look."

"What are you talking about?" Andy asked.

In the distance, a conch horn sounded.

"I'll fill you in later, Andy," Anthony said. "We'd better get back to our cabins. Inspection is starting."

[ravens-lil-nest]

 PJato OC:  Atsa Sandoval

Daughter of Hecate

Born November 1,1997

Scorpio

Was born on the night of a New Moon

As of the Trials of Apollo she is 18 and working to finish her GED

Demigod Quirks and Perks: 

Like many demigods, she is both Dyslexic and has ADHD. 

As a child of Hecate, Atsa can perform magic. She can also manipulate the mist, see spirits and ghosts, and has an innate ability to always know where she is going. Canines also take a liking to her and sometimes it seems like she is talking with them.

Atsa has trained many years in the mystical arts and considers herself as one of the best. able to teleport, open cross-roads and entrances to other dimensions, and even summon creatures to fight along side her. She is currently pursuing necromancy and studying what could be considered herbology. 

Her part of the cabin is filled to the roof with books and scrolls that she is almost always reading when she isn’t hangout with friends or training. March often questions if she even sleeps.

Her magic is strongest during the new moon, half moon, and full moon.

While fighting, Atsa prefers to duel wield with a dagger and sword. She is dirty fighter, never one for honor but always fighting to survive. She isn’t afraid to run and knows when it is time for a tactical advancement backwards (AKA retreat).

Atsa can be very intense and focused once she sets out on a task, always feeling as though she must prove herself to someone. However, her passion towards life is almost magnetic, drawing people to her. She is a bit of a mother bear, protective and loyal, willing to fight to the bitter end for those she cares about.

She is a thrill seeker, a major adrenaline junkie. Atsa loves fighting and and the thrill of adventure. Nothing really scares her and she can stare down hell hounds without even flinching. Don’t even bother telling her “No” because she will go do it anyway.

Atsa can be a bit vengeful if anyone betrays her, holding grudges for years to come. She still has yet to forgive most of her siblings after the Second Titan War, or at least the ones that survived. Those that died she secretly wishes the demise in the underworld. 

She can be very brash and hotheaded as well but over the years she has considerably mellowed out. She will only snap and bite after pulling an all nighter to try and perfect some new spell. 

She strives to the best of her siblings and even mother.

Atsa’s story begins when she was born, daughter of Hastiin and Hecate. Hastiin, her father, kept and raised her as a single parents on a small ranch on the Navajo reservation near Tuba City, Arizona. They lived alone, as Hastiin’s family basically disowned him after finding out he had a child out of wedlock and no less with someone that wasn’t Native American.

Already knowing that his daughter would have to fight the world just to gain an inch of respect while growing up, Hastiin decided it was best not to tell Atsa what his mother really was. When ever she asked questions he would simply say that she was a horrible woman who just left him with nothing but her…the greatest gift in the world (He is a very sappy man).

From the moment that Atsa started school, she would constantly get into fights with other kids. They often mocked her appearances, saying how she wasn’t really Native and other horrible things against her and her father. Many of the kids were just kids, but others were monsters in disguise waiting for the prefect moment to strike because man could baby Atsa punch. 

It was the beginning of a new year, in a new school when Atsa had already recieved a Saturday detention and in-school suspension for fighting…again. Middle-school was rough and mean! Hastiin sat his daughter down while patching up what battle wounds she sustained, telling her that she couldn’t keep doing this and that if she is caught fighting one more time she will be expelled and won’t be able to get a good education. Atsa didn’t quite understand the whole education thing but she hated disappointing her father even more. So, she did. 

For the next week, Atsa was the prefect student, or at least as perfect as she could be. She always had trouble focusing on stuff she didn’t care about especially when she couldn’t read more the many three words on the bored. She even attended in-school suspension without of fuss…and that’s when the monsters planned their attack. 

Atsa was in her school’s library where two other kids who were also in in-school suspension sat. She had to write an essay explaining what she did wrong and why wouldn’t do it again. The other two kids were the ones that she last fought, having called her a series of bad names like freak, and half-blood. However, what drew the line was them calling her father a word she wouldn’t dare repeat (at least not at eleven). She tried to ignore them, but she heard them get out of their chairs, walking up behind her. Atsa told them that she didn’t want to fight and when no words were said back, she turned to look only to have a giant snake to bite into her arm. 

To this day, Atsa doesn’t speak of how the Drakon was defeated or how she even got out of there alive. All she will ever tell is how her father had saved her and had patched her up like always….and final told her of the world that her mother was from. 

Atsa was furious with her father. They always promised each other that no secrets would even be held between them and he betrayed her! Hastiin tried to explain himself, but before he could even get a world out. Atsa ran to her room, locking herself inside. She pretended to sob, only to convince her father to just leave her alone for the night. However, Hastiin would discover by morning that his daughter ran away in the middle of the night, taking one of the horses from the ranch. She didn’t even leave a note which is something Atsa regrets to this day. 

Atsa was on her own for many months, riding towards the north-east parts of the USA. She didn’t know what drove her there, but something inside her told that this was where she would find out who she really was. Somewhere between Lousiana and Virginia, Atsa was found by a group of older demi-gods that were on their own quest to retrieve the hand mirror of Aphrodite. 

She stuck with them till the end of their quest, even coming in handy from time to time as she was much smaller then each of them. They were Grant, son of Aphrodite, Tera, daughter of Demeter, and Xavier, son of Ares. These three were Atsa’s only friends and family once they arrived in Camp Half-Blood.

Atsa fully thrusted herself into the life of a demigod. She trained as hard as she could each day, praying to the gods in hopes that she would find out who was her mother, and ignoring anyone in a position of authority especially after the first year, when her only friends had to leave the camp and enter the real world as adults. She often argued with counselors and Chiron, never listening and wanting to figure out her own path. After all if her own father lied to her, then whose to say that they won’t do the same. However, things changed once a skinny string bean entered her life.

The summer just before her 13th birthday was a crazy one, not only did a kid of the big three turn up, but March Porter entered Atsa’s life. Chiron thought it would be good for Atsa to teach March the ropes of camp and be his “camp buddy” for the summer. At first, she was a definite a-hole, however, that never dampened Mr. Sunshine’s mood. It didn’t help any that March was claimed within his first week at camp, while Atsa had been waiting for almost two years now.

March was and still is probably one of the kindest, sweetest people Atsa has ever meet. The first summer changed her life, March brought light into the dark cesspool that was Atsa’s life. It took a while for him to crack through her secured fortress walls, but once he did he never let her build them back up. March is the reason why Atsa is the woman she is today. He was the first person she really opened up to and vice versa. They know each others demons more then they know their own.

Atsa and March grew very close that first summer of camp, but some days she was jealous of March and his family. From the outside it seemed perfect, unlike her own, but by the end of summer she was finally claimed. However, it wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it was. She was still stuck in Hermes cabin because Hecate didn’t even have one! Not to mention that most of her siblings who were suppose to love and protect her like March’s instead judged her for the fact that she didn’t know a lick of magic. Since the first day she arrived at Camp she focused purely on fighting, hoping that Athena was maybe her mom but nope she was stuck with Hecate, who later did turn out to be the bitch that her father said she was. 

For the next five years, Atsa hit the books and tried to learn everything that she possibly could about magic. It took a lot of time, but eventually she started to get a hang out it, proving to her siblings that she was a real daughter of Hecate and not some fake. However, that didn’t much matter by the end of summer before her 15th birthday (The Battle of the Labryith). Almost all of her siblings had official joined Kronos’ along side Hecate. 

As her magic grew, Atsa’s left eye changed color from brown to grew. Whenever she is performing magic it glows.

Atsa was conflicted with this news, and for the first time in her life she didn’t know where she was going to go. She confided in March, who was very honest with her as he too was dealing with those he was very close with going to the side of Kronos ( *cough* Jasper *cough*) 

He told her simply that no matter what she choose, in his eyes she was already amazing. He knew that she wanted to prove herself to her mother and siblings, but he insisted that the only person that she needed to prove herself to was herself.

Atsa, thanks to the guidance of March, stays on the side of the Olympians and Camp Half-blood and fights in the Battle of Manhattan, nearly dying. She faced of many of her siblings including Alabaster. 

After an argument with March, Atsa took a small group of demigods with her to scout the battle grounds for any survivors. They were ambushed by Alabaster, who was controlling a group of manticore. During the fight, he mocked her, saying how stupid she always had been and how weak she was. 

The demi-gods with her were killed quickly, but Alabaster had the manticore simply pierce Atsa with a poisonous barb. Atsa laid there, slowly dying, thinking about everything that led up to that moment. She had so much regret and when it seemed like she was fading into darkness, light suddenly entered her life once more. March came after her once she wasn’t back in time and fought for the first time in his whole life to bring her back safe and sound.

After the war, Atsa returned home for the first time in six years. For that whole time, she had not once spoke with her father and when Hastiin saw her again he honestly though she was some ghost that was there to haunt him. There was tones of tears and I won’t go much further cause I do want to write the reunion out properly.

(Will add Heroes of Olympus stuff later after I brush up on those books again)

In the present day (around the time of the Trials of Apollo), Atsa is working on gaining her GED as she never finished proper schooling. She lives her father pretty much full time now, helping on the Ranch which has now been slightly refurbished to include the raising of Pegasus and to be a dog sanctuary as many dogs are often left out in the middle of the desert. 

Atsa looks to complete some online college courses for business as she wants to really help out her small community, finally wanting to put some good into the world. Her first projects are the florist that has been going out of business and to create her own adoption service for the dogs she is taking care of on the ranch with is named Spirits Ranch.

At the current moment, Hastiin and Atsa are carrying for about fourteen dogs, two of which are almost always at her side. Atsa often brings all the dogs to camp as a nice destressor for the campers and she also wants to start a program there to provide support animals to campers that need it. Some campers are pretty sure there is more then just dogs with her.

Pepper is the newest addition to the family and he is extremely timid and afraid of any human beside Atsa. They don’t know exactly what he is and Atsa wants to find maybe another Demigod who wants to take her in as a support animal.

And then there is Luna who both Hastiin and Atsa are pretty sure is some kind of supernatural wolf. She just showed up on Atsa’s first birthday after the War and has been around ever since. Luna acts very aloof most of the time, but at night, she curls up right by Atsa making sure she is okay, especially if she has night terrors. Some campers and even March bet that she is a hell hound, but Hastiin thinks that Luna is a gift from Hecate…some sort of apology after everything that she has done to her daughter. Atsa doesn’t care either way, just happy that Luna is now in her life. Luna also seemly changes sizes given her mood. She also sleeps like all the time it seems like.

At around 20, Atsa leaves for about a year just to travel the world. She mostly does it by hitchhiking and catching rides with strangers, but occasionally she uses her magic. During this time she often visits her friends, and still does all around the world. 

[jenniferstolzer]

Buffy S1 E9 and 10

Last disk of the first season, let’s see how this goes

9, The Puppet Show

I love how thoroughly amused they are that Giles is subjected to the talent show

PRINCIPAL SNIDER IS QUARK OMG Is this the marriage of B5 and DS9 the masses clamored for? I have a feeling Armin is grateful for any role that doesn’t involve putting all those false teeth in his mouth. 

This dummy is ALSO a riot. I predict he will steal the show// huk yuk. 

Is it gonna be a trend with this show that Willow gets hit on by all the monsters? I say it’s a trend but this is really only one more supernatural bad touch than the other two have already had. I think b/c they’re so close together. 

Punishing kids to perform in the talent show sounds to me like a good way to ruin the talent show. I mean the talent shown so far on stage isn’t Julliard but I’m sure Tuba Girl is really looking forward to her performance and putting a lot of jackasses who don’t want to be there in around her isn’t going to help. 

You principal skinner has a really good point. He was giving a school that has a really high body count and Buffy IS directly involved and knows more than she’s saying. 

Buffy, tell your mom the principal is on your ass. Create a network of witnesses so when he ends up being a vampire or something you’re not accusing him with no provocation. 

Ok the Dummy staring at her is rightfully creepy. Glad the teacher took it away from him. It’s good seeing a teacher actually be a teacher and not let the troublemaker get away acting out in class, and when he comes back to get his dummy ask him if everything’s okay at home. A+ teacher. 

“I’ll just be here, completely inanimate! Redrum!! Redrum!!!” Xander’s still a jerk but he did get a laugh out of me

AHHH The dummy is stabbing at her! That’s hilarious!

I love him explaining the demon situation to everyone. That Dummy is really great... like he can emote really well and he’s believable as a living character. I want him to be a permanent member of the cast. 

Giles can NOT handle himself. He’s going to get beheaded. Baby Giles, you poor dear. Being a damsel is gonna stop being cute at some point and I’m going to have to rethink you as my favorite character. I can’t stand the smart guy who makes dumb choices all the time. This time was ok bc you were already out of your element and floundering to do a job you don’t understand. 

Oh no! The demon’s a Narn! Like not even fooling. He just IS. LOOK vvvv

10 Nightmares

We get to meet Buffy’s dad this episode. 

How does Cordelia even have friends? 

Wendell is scared of spiders, but the animal trainer’s contract means hes not allowed to touch them at all lol (they were just placed on him)

I want to have a theological discussion with the Master about how in a world where God and demons exist, your “fear” of the cross has nothing to do with power over your own emotions. There are actual supernatural forces at work -- real holiness and real evil. I know TV doesn’t want to bring Jesus in their fun vampire show but that’s actually kinda what’s going on here. The cross is a symbol of the single most powerful event in Christian history. The death of God, himself, to fulfill prophecies spanning thousands of years. In this universe the power is more that just “yer scared of it.”  

I’m glad Buffy had the Highschool Test nightmare. I wonder which student is going to show up naked to school, and which one is going to have all their teeth fall out. Answer: the nudey was Xander. 

OMG Giles’s worst fear is that he can’t read! Oh baby ;_;

The meeting of the dads. 

Oh lord this is brutal. Buffy’s deepest fear is not a dream she had, it’s a heartbreaking lie she’s been telling herself all this time. This is so horrible, and so raw... 

“Dreams? No that would be a musical comedy version of this”

They really shouldn’t have cast the nightmare kid to look so similar to the Damien kid if they weren’t intended to be the same kid. 

“I don’t want to go! I’m not even on the track team, I swear I’m not!”

Xander is an idiot. Like talking to a box of rocks. 

Willow’s scared of performing in front of a crowd except she did that last episode. Poorly. But not wet your pants terrified. I’m glad an opera singer got a paycheck out of this horsehockey

OMG Pennywise showed up after all! lol! 

This one they telegraphed better, b/c Xander was spooked by a mime in the last ep. To be fair, Willow was like “I don’t want to play piano” but she then went out on stage and read lines. It’s a bit of a conflict. Maybe they should have made her the tree or something. 

They’re doing a good job of showing actual sincere nightmares of these people and therefore teaching us about each of them in turn. I like this episode a lot :)

W: “When Buffy was a vampire were you still into her?”

X: “Her face was ugly of course not!”

W: “Yes you were.”

X: “I could still stare at her rack so yes I was.”

[bendyspeaks-blog]

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[Starting Date: Sunday, April 16th 2017]

Please tag all event posts with: #TheSplatMachine

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For example, the Bendy shown above currently has: >Safety Goggles >Ink Cannon [Probably made using an old busted tuba. He calls it Bessy.] >Ink Supply: Blue, Purple, Pink, Orange >Short Range Ink Pistol [Stored in his pocket.]

Wondering about what to use? Remember, we’re basically all Toons here! Except for you, Joey.

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This is in good clean messy fun, so all ink weaponry will be non-lethal. (Unless you discuss things with each other ahead of time, naturally.)

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Many of you are probably excited to go head to head, hand to hand, ink to ink! Solo going all the way! Wait, you want to team up? Go for it! Just be sure to have a post/tag set up for it so everyone will know who is on your team. Be sure to send me a link to the post, so that I can link to it in a teams list for reference.

Find the current list of Teams Here!

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It’s not necessary to make a well thought out entry post. Maybe your character happened to see everything going on and thought it would be fun to get in on the colorful chaos! Or maybe someone else hit them with an ink pellet. There is no set end date. If a blog does not want to join, don’t pressure them into it. >Remember, this is an event all about fun! (...and a chaotic bunch of demons let loose, flinging ink basically everywhere, naturally.)