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[holyurei]

dark sebastian

[luizd3ad]

Heyyyyyy :D :D

May I pleaseeeee request ploy!bartylus (that's probably spelt wrong) x reader? (Gn if that's okay!!!!) Like maybe reader it's supper into true crime or something similar but is a little over confident and a little stupid and keeps like kinda-ish-maybe accidently or not accidently seeking out active murders and not telling the boys before they go and like almost die now and then. or something. like anything is fine, I love ur writing so much ur so cool and amazing and thank you for existing please go drink water and have a lil snack that makes u happy and like don't eat a butterfly and idk ur very cool I hope you've had a great week and a good hair day and okay bye bye now um

I Was Just Curious... | Bartylus X Reader

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Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x Regulus Black x GN! Reader WC: 1,623 CW: Talks of injury, being stabbed, blood loss, serial killers, murders, crime, police, swearing, polyamorous relationships. Author's Note: Omg, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out I've just been so busy lately thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it <3

ALSO HAPPY FUCKING SPOOKY SEASON EVERYONE!!!!

Summary: You cant help that you're curious...

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You were always so surprised that it took muggle police so long to figure out the identities and the patterns of the killers they were investigating. 

Honestly it didn't even feel like they were actually trying half the time.

It normally only took you about two days to figure out the identities of the people who were committing these crimes.

Admittedly you did have your magic and what not so that probably did give you what some might consider an ‘unfair’ advantage to the muggle police but that's besides the point.

The point was you liked finding out who these people were, you liked reading what crimes they had committed, obviously not to idolize them but because you were just simply curious. 

You were curious as to the why’s and what’s.

Why did they do it? Why those specific people? What drove them to this point? Ect. Ect.

So when you figured out that you could use your magic to find these people, that you could find out who they were. You perhaps got a little too excited. 

But who could blame you?

You finally had the chance to have answers to the questions that would flood your mind when you read about the heinous and disgusting acts that they would commit. 

So you would find them, confront them. Ask them the questions that would practically drive you mad and then turn them in. 

Was it the smartest thing in the world to confront murders and serial killers?

Absolutely not. Not in the slightest.

And your friends and boyfriends would tell how absolutely idiotic it was as often as they could. How they absolutely hated the fact that you were now putting yourself in danger in the name of curiosity.

The thing that bothered your boyfriends the most was that you would never tell anyone when you were going on your little ‘suicide missions’ as Barty called them. You would just leave, disappear without a word.

Now most of the time you would come home completely fine once in a while you came home with cuts and bruises, that would absolutely stress Regulus and Barty out to no end, but you never came hurt genuinely injured.

That was until today.

You had confronted a particularly nasty man. He was the worst of the worst at this point. 

He didn't appreciate being found out and he had no problem expressing that when he made the choice to come at you with a knife.

Now here you were stumbling into your dark and empty flat that you share with Barty and Regulus clutching to your side as the crimson sticky liquid seeped through your shirt coating your hand.

You had lost a decent amount of blood so you started to feel quite weak and dizzy already, apparating home probably was not the best choice in keeping your strength, but I digress.

You stumbled through the door clutching at your side bumping into the wall knocking over a picture frame glass shattering on the floor. You felt dizzy, weak and Merlin did it hurt like hell.

You were leaning against the wall for support, looking paler by the second slowly losing consciousness as you slowly sunk to the floor as the world around you started to fade into black. 

Eventually you had woken up to the sun spilling through the windows your eyes opening to see a white ceiling, the sun only making the white seem brighter. You couldn't help but close your eyes once again or the small wince that fell from your lips at the sudden brightens.

“Oh thank Salazar you're awake.”

You didn't have to look to know it was Regulus as he whispered; he sounded so relieved, so worried and so so exhausted.

You turned your head and opened your eyes meeting the sight of your normally stoic and well put together lover. 

Next to him was a sleeping Barty, he was curled up on a chair, his position looking beyond uncomfortable.

They both looked like hell.

They looked exhausted.

“Reg… Where…?”

You tried to speak but your throat hurt feeling so dry.

“Here, drink first.” Regulus helped you sit up slowly. 

You had felt a slight dull pain in your side where you had been stabbed. You watched as Regulus poured you a glass of water now realizing just how thirsty you were.

You gladly accepted the glass taking a long drink trying to help soothe your aching throat.

“We’re in St Mungo's, you've been passed out for over a day. Barty and I came home to find you bleeding on the floor… Y/N what in Merlin's name happened?” You had never heard Regulus sound so worried and concerned.

“I- I went to look for the man who's been killing people in London… he got upset that I knew it was him. He came after me…”

Your voice trailed off. You knew Regulus would be upset. He and Barty had told you countless times that you needed to stop but of course you never listened.

The sigh that left Regulus’ lips could only be described as disappointed and frustrated. 

“Why? Why do you constantly do this?! We could have lost you Y/N!”

It was rare that Regulus yelled or shouted but he had never yelled at you up until this point.

His yelling had woken Barty up to the sight of a very pissed Regulus and you looking down like a scolded child.

“Oh thank Merlin you're awake, angel.” 

Barty took no time to be at your side, completely ignoring Regulus and his scolding look. 

Barty tilled your chin up with his fingers kissing the tip of your nose and then your lips softly, he then looked into your eyes with so much love and relief that you almost forgot how mad Regulus was.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling? How's your pain? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine Barty, just a little pain. I’m fine I promise.”

Yours and Bartys attention was pulled away from each other when you heard a small scoff come from Regulus.

“Alright, Black. What's crawled up your ass? Our angel is awake and fine. You should be grateful that they're okay.” 

Barty turned and looked at Regulus with a glare. He was clearly getting upset with what he considered Regulus’s ‘unnecessary and bitchy’ attitude. 

“Why don't you ask them how they got hurt in the first place?” Regulus’ jaw was clenched a little, not bothering to hide his irritation. 

Barty looked back at you a little hesitant and confused (something that was very unBarty-like) he then looked at you with raised eyebrows waiting for you to say something.

You were visibly hesitant and nervous.

“Go on. Tell him Y/N.” Regulus countied not trying to hide that he was still very pissed.

“I went to confront the man who has been murdering people in London. He attacked me.”

“Oh for fucks sake…” Barty mumbled running a hand through his hair. “We told you to stop doing that, Y/N.”

“I know, I know and I'm sorry I- I couldn't help it. I'm just so curious…”

“We understand that but your curiosity isn't worth your life… we can't lose you.” 

When you looked up at Regulus as he spoke the last thing you expected to see was the tears brimming in his eyes. 

That only made you feel worse. 

To see one of the loves of your life with tears in his eyes killed a part of you.

“You can't do this anymore, angel. I had never been so bloody scared in my life. Walking in our home and seeing your lifeless body… I can't ever go through that again. We can't ever go through that again.”

Barty’s words pulled your attention away from Regulus for a moment, your actions finally dawning on you.

You had been stupid. So fucking stupid. You felt terrible.

“I’m sorry. Truly. I won't do it anymore. I'll find another way to cure my curiosity. I- I didn't mean for it all to go this far… to worry you both so much. I feel terrible.”

“I'm not going to say that it's fine because it's not, but we understand. We just can't stand the idea of something happening to you. You mean everything to us. It would ruin us if something happened to you. It's supposed to be the three of us. Forever.”

Barty sat on the hospital bed next to you, his hand resting on yours as he looked at you with love and concern swimming in his eyes. “Regs right, angel. You have to stop these little suicide missions. If me and Reg were only a few more minutes late, who knows what would have happened.”

“You're both right. I'm done. Honest.”

“That's all we ask, amour. We love you too much to see something happen to you.” Regulus sat on the other side of you putting your hand in his and kissing your hand softly, his anger and frustration from before forgotten.

“I love you both so much…”

You whispered as the exhaustion from your body healing and the high amount of emotions caught up to you, slowly you started to fall asleep. 

The last thing you felt and heard before sleep consumed you was Barty crawling up next to you wrapping you in his arms and then the soft sound of Regulus chuckling.

You always knew you were lucky. That you were lucky beyond belief.

You had amazing friends and two amazing partners that meant the world to you.

In that moment you had realized that your questions would just have to remain unanswered. That being here with them was so much more important than any answer to any question you could ever have.

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[kawaiijohn]

Danny tries to pawn the Ghost King position off on his classmates.

Idk what I was doing, and then suddenly it turned into wes/danny I'm so fucking sorry?

T rating I embarrassed myself fucking writing this bc it came out of nowhere girl (gn) HELP

"Hey Dash how about instead of you focusing on your homework you just start beating me up, just like old times! I sure miss being slammed into a locker."

Dash looks at Fenton, confused before scoffing.

"Even though I normally love wailing on you, Fenturd, coach needs me on my best behavior. State's next week and I'm one loser swirlie away from being suspended."

"I won't scream or anything, I promise! Whaddya say? You get to beat the snot out of me and I won't even complain! I'll even thank you for it." Danny responds, looking around nervously. "But I'm in a bit of a rush, so can you make it quick and do it, say, before six tonight?"

Danny gives the other boy the saddest, most punchable puppy dog eyes he possibly can.

Dash rolls his eyes seeing Fenton ham it up. The loser only does this for his birthday, so it's really weird having him request it four months in advance. Dash decides to ignore the request, only gently pushing the dweeb out of his way. "Beat it, Fentertainment Tonite- I know you don't have a life, but I do."

Danny curses as Dash disappears down the halls.

"I know you want to punch me. You wanna do it so bad." Danny eggs on another of the jocks- Travis, he thinks. "Remember that time I said you punch like my Grandma?"

His grandma taught both his mom and aunt how to fight, but Travis doesn't need to know that.

"Beat it, jackwipe!" Travis shoves Danny out of the way and continues down the hall.

"The one time I need to be shoved into a locker or punched, none of the jocks want to even look at me." Danny bemoans.

He's already struck out with Dash and Kwan- both of which need to stay as non violent as possible with administration lurking around this close to their big game. Paulina pretended he didn't exist, and Star laughed in his face. Something about 'she already kicked his ass months ago'. Which was true, but he was certain he's done something since then worth beating him up for.

"I can't ask Sam or Tuck, it's gotta be someone I hate." Danny pauses with a shudder. "But definitely not Vlad- he already has an ego the size of the Milky Way..."

Danny hears the bell ring and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants.

He has until six tonight to get his ass beat. He can do that, right?

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Danny is downright panicked now.

Detention really put a damper on his plans. Being stuck in a sweltering classroom with Lancer and Wes only made him more nervous. It really didn't help that Lancer needed helping hands for some after school thing.

Danny only has one option, and he's glad it's one of his 'enemies'.

"Heyyyyyy Wes, what's happening tonight?" Danny slings his arm around the tall boy's shoulder, pulling him down to pipsqueak height. "Wasn't that round of detention just fun?"

Wes nearly growls and shoves Danny off of him. "Fenton! You're the reason I was even there in the first place! If it wasn't for you and your stupid ghost bullshit I would have gotten to class on time!"

"Yeah?" Danny asks, being as annoyingly positive as he possibly can. "Well it's good that there was two of us, or else Lancer wouldn't have let either of us out until well after six!"

Danny looks at the clock nervously- five fifty.

He has ten minutes.

"I don't find moving entire stacks of chairs halfway across the school fun, or even a fair punishment for being late twice in a week. So what if the crafting club has their expo tonight? They should be the ones moving furniture." Wes tries to overtake Danny in the hall but he can't outwalk the other boy.

"But we got to spend all day with each other! Isn't that just swell?" Danny pukes in his mouth a little. He's got a goalpost to reach in less than ten minutes, and my the Ancients he's gonna do it.

"Spending time with a chronic liar and freak of nature isn't really what I consider fun, Fenton."

"Yeah, but we really bonded, don't you think? Had some quality one-on-one without you being a creep outside my house."

Wes's face reddens. "HEY! That was one time, and I don't want to have the cops chase me again. Or your parents, who are worse somehow."

"See, we're bonding here!" Danny jogs alongside Wes, making sure to keep pace at just the right level of obnoxious. But we should really bond sometime in the next... eight minutes."

"God there it is again! What? Do you have important Phantom shit to do at six or something?" Wes rubs his temples. "You're being freakier than normal today and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it."

"There's nothing to get to the bottom of, I just have something to do later. Not Phantom or ghost related- something completely normal and human, yep."

"God you piss me the fuck off, Fenton." Wes crosses his arms and blocks the doorway out of the school. "And one of these days, I'm gonna get you to confess, and then it'll be all over."

"Yeah, that's nice and all, but like, wouldn't it just be so satisfying to, I dunno, take out all that pent up frustration on me?" Danny grins devilishly at the other boy. "Come on, I have such a punchable face! Aaaaand since you say I'm a ghost or whatever it won't actually hurt me, right?"

Danny gets right up into Wes's personal space and looks up at him with a shit-eating grin.

"Back off, Fenton." Wes backs himself against the lockers. He looks anywhere but Danny's face. "Personal space is a concept even stupid ghosts understand."

"Yeah, but if I'm a stupid ghost doesn't that make you wanna prove it? Can't you prove it by beating me up? You have a camera..." Danny reaches for the camera slung around Wes's shoulder and points it at his own face. "It'd be soooo easy."

Wes's face is currently doing its best impression of a tomato as he continues to ignore Danny.

"Please? I'm gonna start begging you to beat my ass soon if you don't acknowledge me, Wes."

"Back. Off. Fenton." Wes stares Danny right in the face. "Last chance."

Danny does the opposite and yanks Wes to stare him in the eyes. "You wanna punch me so bad it makes you look stupid, Weston." Danny chuckles and makes his eyes flash green. "Your face is sooooo red with rage- you wanna kick my ass, admit it!"

Danny barely gets a warning before Wes lunges and tackles him to the ground with a kiss.

Both boys gasp in surprise and Wes backs himself against the lockers with a loud bang.

They sit in silence, staring at each other in disbelief before Danny laughs.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Sh-shut up! It's not my fault you're kind of..."

"Wait, have you been staring at me this whole time because you're crushing on me?" Danny laughs in disbelief as Wes turns even brighter red. "Is that how you 'accidentally' discovered my secret?"

"No!" Wes sputters out. "I don't sta-"

"Stalk me, yeah. Dude you follow me around with a camera to try and expose me. What sort of fruitloop shit are you pulling??"

"Well, if you weren't lying about being a human, then I wouldn't need to-"

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Danny doesn't know how to feel about it, really. Wes is kind of cute, and he's unhinged just like the rest of his friends. But he's also obsessed with exposing him, and kind of stalks him (to no success).

He spends a few moments before he glances at the clock again.

Two minutes left.

He can use this to his advantage, even if it's dirty and underhanded.

"Hey Wes. You really fucking suck at kissing." He eggs the other boy on. "Like, zero technique, all desperation!"

"Shut up!"

Wes starts crying a little. Danny only feels a little bad, but he really needs this to happen.

"What, even I've kissed people before and I'm a loser! Plus I bet you can't even man up and fight me like I want- you're such a little cuck boy, Weston! Always relying on other people to do the dirty work of beating my ass so you can gather your evidence like a little bitch in the dark."

"I said shut up!" Wes's face is bright red again- an angry embarrassment with tears streaming down his face.

But he still has to keep going, even if it feels gross to do this to someone who he kind of likes.

"Make me, Wesley." He spits.

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It's a dirty brawl but it ends with a very red-faced Wes pinning a bruised and elated Danny to the ground. The latter feels awful about playing dirty with Wes's feelings, but it seems the other boy really needed to take out his rage on him.

"Sooooo, you admit you have complete victory in this fight, right Wes?" Danny smiles up from underneath the other boy.

Wes sputters, his face still bright red and tears running down his cheeks. "You're such a fucking little shit, Fenton."

"Thanks, I try!. But I need you to accept that I'm saying you have total victory in this fight."

Wes sighs and lets go of Danny's wrists and sits back against the lockers. "Yeah, sure. I beat your ass fair and square. Also do you know how weird it is to see you healing this fast? I swear I gave you a black eye."

"You did. I'm just a fast healer." Danny sits up and looks around. He feels... guilty. At least for only finding one person to do this to.

The clock strikes six.

"Also, I'm sorry I lied- you're not a bad kisser. I just needed you to beat my ass. Also sorry about what's about to happen." Danny rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry about wha-" Wes is interrupted by a portal opening beside the two of them.

"Sorry for being impolite, we should assume." An Observant materializes out of the void beside him. "It's not polite for the crown prince to wait until the last minute to find a replacement, but since you have... bested Prince Phantom in combat, albeit not formal combat, the rules are the rules."

Wes glares at Danny who is doing his best trying to disappear without going ghost.

"Prince Phantom??" Wes spits at the other boy.

"Yep! Former Prince Phantom." Danny smirks. "And again, sorry, but they only gave me today until six to find a replacement. The whole King schtick isn't really my jam."

Wes stares at the other boy as more Observants spill from the hole in reality and bow to him.

"Fenton..."

"Hey! I'm not gonna bail on you or anything. You still need an advisor- I just really don't wanna deal with the formality shit. Hope you understand!"

Danny gives Wes a peace sign as he's escorted through the portal, pissed off, confused, and shell-shocked.

[popculturebuffet]

Pirate Month III Finale: Garfield's Halloween Adventure (Here Comes Garfield) (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Arrr me hearties and welcome to the FINAL instalment of Pirate Month. I gotta say this may be our best yet: while I had my doubts going in from the weirdness of the wiggles to the heights of pirates 2 this has been a lot of fun and reminded me of the possiblity of this.

Speaking of which we're ending on a high as we return to Here Comes Garfield my look at garfield's career in specials and film. We'll be taking another break next month, like muppet maddness emma's allowed me to be flexible, but rest assured i'm having a lot of fun with these and while I consdiered doing Garfield In Paradise as I wanted some summer fun.. I ultimately couldn't deny what fit here best. Don't worry we have just the right treat for halloween though.. after all halloween's all about putting on another face.. and garfield's had 9.. or shall we say 13.

On that tease for next time, let's talk about the special before us. Garfield's Halloween Adventure is his fourth special, and i'd say one of the most remembered. While Garfield's other holiday specials have failed to catch a ton of attention outside garfield fans and those who grew up with it, Halloween Adventure seems to get talked about more.

It's easy to see why: Halloween Adventure is the best of the three. Christmas is awesome and I talked about why last month, having a ton of heart and a clear perosnal bent from Jim Davis, and Thanksgiving... sure does exist. But Halloween both perfectly fits the season and garfield all at once: it's got all the coziness of halloween from trying on costumes to carving pumpkins to the eerie yet fun atmosphere of trick or treating.. and all teh scares with a few smaller ones spread about, nothing too severe.. and then a spooky enough final act that comes out of nowhere and just.. works. While garfield woudl take a genuine stabs at horror later with a segment in the 9 lives book and a week of strips where he wakes up to find the house long abandoned and john and odie long gone, this is more just some fun. As Davis himself said, it's more a regular garfield story with some scares at the end for four year olds. IT's a fun, breezy specail I can't wait to break down.

We open on a crisp and cozy halloween morning around 5am as we get the debut of a legend: On the TV Binky the Clown wakes Garfield for exercises.

Binky is one of the best garfield recurring characters, played by John's va Thom Huge. While he started here he'd quickly become a key part of garfield and friends when it aried, showing up regularly, having tons of fan support and even making it into the strip

I was also shocked to find when looking him up on the garfield wiki he has his own burger chain binky burger, which seems to show up more than he does

It's also amazing how much of the guy was down from the start: his hammy personality, catchphrase of "HEYYYYYY KIIIIIDDDS", antagonism of Garfield and general obnoxious hostility. Despite not being physically present you can tell WHY Garfield hates this guy most of the time and why Davis and co brought him back for Garfield and Friends. He hasn't been properly brought back since, likely because Thom Huge retired though he did make cameos on products in the garfield movie. He feels like a protypical Krusty the Clown: children's tv host, merchandises himself to hell, has run ins with the main characters but firmly existed before him. I think the creators just had similar childhoods growing up with tv clowns and took them in diffrent directions: Krusty is enthusastic on screen burnt out and kinda sleazzy off while Binky is ALWAYS on, just as much of a dick as krusty but that kind of manic. As seen above in the strip even when he's being a dick it's clear he takes his craft VERY seriously.

So Binky making fat jokes, calling people who don't exercise worthless and generally being the clown prince of dickheads is both deeply entertaning and causes Garfield to change the channel... only to change it back when Binky mentions candy. Garfield's reminded it's halloween and wnats to be in shape to get candy dosen't he.

We launch into our standard Lou Rawls opening number and as usual it's a lot of fun. This is the Night is a fun song about going out to trick or treat. The man never failed to make his song the best minute of the special. And he's got another later lucky us.

So Garfield does what he does best.. harasses john, scaring him so he ends up wearing a pumpkin on his head as is his lot in life. I do like how this special really leans into one of my faviorite aspects: Garfield is more than anything John's spoiled son. The age varies, usually he's a bratty teen but here he comes off more like a big kid, and that sponebobian flexiblity really works for the character. Garfile dhas a blankie and flights of fantasy btu generally just vegges out and spends all johns money. He can be a kid or a teen depending on what joke works better and his status as a cat means which one dosen't firmly matter.

Anyways garfield decides to get candy candy candy, and soon runs into odie who scares him using the same pumpkin what ended up on john. Naturally he dosen't find it amusing. I hadn't noticed before but the first half of this special is a nice slow burn: for the first 2/3 it's just normal garfield stuff but on HALLOWEEN, and the holiday fits him well: it's all about spooky stuff, which he's been shown to love when it's not real as garfield watching late night double features is a recurring thing in the strip, and excess, which is his whole deal.

So to get more of that candy candy candy, Garfield enlists odie, who true to form is too stupid to know wha thalloween is so garfield says dogs help cats get candy candy candy. And just to go ahead and tackle it, Garfile'ds regular increasingly manic shouts of CANDY CANDY CANDY are amazing and a testiament to Lorenzo music's talent

Speaking of testiaments to Lorenzo music's talents, the next musical number, of three is what should I be and it's one of only TWO times Garfield sings in the all 12 specials. And Lorenzo makes a meal of it it's a fun song about how he could be whatever he wants from a "an astronaut a robot a king or a clown or a alien creature going out on the town" with some nicely spooky image of garfield as a vampire bat or a big black halloween cat. It's a fun jaunty number and cute as hell.

Eventually, and the reason why we're here, Garfield settles on pirates. His pillaging John's Lasanga is both predictable and shocking of him to not you know, have some ready. IT's late enough in the characters history he should just accept this is his fate to feed a cat Lasanga and move on with his life.

So with that our heroes head out into the night, and garfield threatens a woman who only gives him one.. and she takes it seriously as garfield won't murder over much, not worth the effort but he will murder anyone in his way of food Jon included. He once strangeled the guy for not getting up to feed him

And that was year one garfield. I'm suprised John's neck isn't in a brace forevermore from that.

So after getting plenty of candy we get our final musical number, as Lou Rawls sings for garfield that the one thing he's not is a scardy cat, my faviorite song of the special. I love his smooth vocals and the sheer weirdness of this section as every trick or treater garfield unmasks, trying to prove to odie it's just kayfabe bro is some sort of monster. I mean come on guys when else are they going to get out and party, get candy or go to an I hate my ex party. Let em have their fun.

So with that Garfield has a scheme as he notices another neighborhood across the river and a small boat and being a pirate decides to set sail. This goes as poorly as you'd expect as they soon get lost.

This is where the last act kicks in and it's a doozy: okay so for the last act the pirate stuff ramps up and it's why I couldnt' resisit including it. while Garfiled wearing a pirate costume is frankly enough to fit pirate month, Wiggles having about 5 minutes of pirate nonsense sure did, it's this last part that made it essential. It's an act dripping with atmosphere gorgeous animation and one creepy old man.

So garfield knocks on a house and decides when he dosen't get an answer to sneak in at night and wreck up the place. Instead turns out there's a person there an old man lit only by fire light alone in a creepy old mansion. Garfield's reactoin is an understandable

But the old man tells them to stay. He's played by tv and film vet C Lindsay Workman who just had a perfectly deep booming voice.

It's here he regails us with a tale: 100 years ago some pirates hid their gold swearing everyone to secrecy.. including a lowly cabin boy

Yup. They vowed to come back in 100 years to get back their gold. And tonight's that night. Garfield decides wisely to RUN RUN BITCH RUN USE ODIE AS A SHIELD RUN but our dynamic duo find the old man stole their boat and now there's a ghost in this home, and it's not better than being a alone. Since this house is haunted and that's not the way tehyw ant it garfield hides but gets found out in a quick gag. The ghosts.. look amazing using rotoscoping to give them this nice pale blue look as they search for their gold. It's a fun tense sequence as our heroes barely escape jumping for it and taking it to the river, dipping in the water.. only for Garfield to realize he can't swim. Sadly he hadn't learned a crucial fact just yet he'd learn later that year.

Thankfully odie has the strength of a mack truck and lifts him. We get a genuinely touching ending too: the pirates get their gold.. and Garfield, in a move he FULLY admits is out of character and casues him some pain... gives Odie his fair share of their candy, as the old man left it behind.. either after the pirates murdered him or he retreated back into the depths of hell.. or into a hosting gig s he's later shown hosting a pirate movie marathon.

And so with that button Pirate Month ends and so does this special. Halloween Adventure is possibly the best garfield specail, only slightly behind babes and bullets, a fun heartfelt and breezy thrill ride that gets halloween and garfield just right while throwing one small bit of heart in at the end that works. IT's funny, spooky and good stuff

Ranking wise...

Next Time: With this gone and september off what will we do for the actual halloween? Well as I hinted when you've got 9 lives you've got nine ways to loose as we look at BOTH major versions of garfield's nine lives: the original book and it's special adaptation.

[k-is-for-potassium]

Heyyyyyy, I don't much about you either, so I've created a little ask list!

What type of music do you like? Which artists do you enjoy listening too?

I'm also kind of curious, which fandoms do happen to exist in >:3

Which instrument that you have is your favourite instrument to play?

Which epic song and saga do youike the most, and why do you favour these ones?

(This one is very extremely only answer if you want) are you LQBTQIA+, and if so, in what way?

The same rules apply here! You don't have to answer anything you feel uncomfortable answering, and just have fun!

oooo thanks for the ask!!! :33

i have a very extensive music taste, but it really narrows down to like four genres: pop-rock-punk music, like mcr, noahfinnce, and green day; pop artists, like chappell roan, taylor swift, and olivia rodrigo; musicals like epic (duh lol), dear evan hansen, and hamilton; and soft music like cavetown, lyn lapid, and madilyn mei! this isn't even a full list, just the basics lol

quite a few fandoms! musicals, pjo and the riordanverse, plain greek mythology (though i only really know the basics), house md (tv show), silly indie cartoons like hazbin hotel and metal family! also a lot more, but this is js off the top of my head :3

omg idk.... maybe clarinet? or guitar? thats a hard one lol. guitar and piano are very versatile, but flute and clarinet are just fun to play, yk?

ooo good question. i think my favorite sagas are thunder and vengeance (absolute bangers all the way), but idk about a fave song! i think my favorites to sing along to are ruthlessness and no longer you, but the hermes songs are always the best

i am!! mostly the a, lol. im oriented aroace and some kind of demigirl? idrk, but lately ive been question being enby

thanks so much for the asks!! sorry for the rambles, that's just kinda how i am lol

[lunapwrites]

Today in "LP fell into a random research hole" -

Why do we use the possessive "'s"?

Is it a contraction? If so, what of?

Oh neat, the one that puts the apostrophe at the end of an existing S has a name. Sometimes.

"Saxon genitive." Hm. What the fuck is a genitive.

"Grammatical construction used to express a relation between two nouns such as the possession of one by another." Okay so basically what it said on the tin lol.

So this is apparently Old English in origin, but why.

Oh heyyyyyy found it. I think.

An inflectional suffix what in the Kentucky fried fuck is that lmao

Me with my whole ass English degree: I have never seen these words before in my life.

"A suffix that changes the grammatical properties of the root word it's attached to." Excuse me what.

... OH. Plurals, verb tense, and degree. That... makes sense.

[tfw you forget that grammar is a broad term]

Ohhhh interesting it used to be an "es" suffix for... [squint] whatever the fuck a declension noun is.

... This some Latin shit.

Declension = inflection of nouns, so therefore relates to the inflectional suffix mentioned above.

This is a lot, so uh

Makes sense for my purposes.

Used to only use "es" for strong declension nouns (idk why they were strong but w/e not today satan.)

Was eventually used for all nouns, but in many cases the E fell silent.

French printers apparently used an apostrophe in place of the letter E? And the English just. Adopted this practice? And used it for not only possessive but plural forms

Because the plurals used the "as" suffix

My brother in christ are you trying to tell me that the sentence "I visited several church's" was actually canon for a brief period in time

That hurt to write.

Okay so apparently Middle English kind of got its shit together and changed the "as" words to "es" in the world's weirdest twist, and extended it to all plural and not just the super cool strong declensions.

There was a 40 year period in which English speakers were collectively smoking crack and spelled the possessive as "his." As in "James his cloak." Which like FAIR but also I hate it.

-- looping back around to this I don't know how many weeks later, and I've completely forgotten why I fell down this hole (random intrusive thought probably) but man this was fun to read back on in my drafts so HERE YOU GO.

[maspers]

Describing every single fricking SCP Object Class

It is apparently customary in the SCP Community to use the "locked box" analogy whenever possible, so I shall be doing the same. I... might have some trouble, but oh well that is what they call life. Standard Object Classes (aka the ones that people actually use)

Safe: You put it in a box. Nothing happens.

Euclid: You put it in a box. You're not quite sure what's gonna happen.

Keter: You put it in a box. Oh crap it's escaping.

Thaumiel: It either IS the box, or is helping you put other stuff in boxes.

Neutralized: It no longer needs to be in a box.

Decommissioned: It no longer needs to be in a box... because you destroyed it.

Apollyon: A box will not help. Nothing will help. Accept your doom. Archon: You could put it in a box, but you decided it's better if you didn't.

Explained: You thought it needed to be put in a box but turns out it was just a regular thing that doesn't require a box.

Pending: You haven't tried to put it in a box.

Esoteric Object Classes (aka Heyyyyyy what if we made things MORE complicated)

Absentia: You use it to keep nonexistent stuff into the "box" that is nonexistence. Acquiesce: You can't put it in a box. Deal with it.

Adventure: You put it in a box. Suddenly, you realize life is exciting, and records about you start portraying you in a manner befitting your exciting life. Oh wait, no, that’s just a side effect of putting the thing in the box. Aegis: It was specifically created to protect your putting-stuff-in-boxes activities.

Aether: Some people claim it exists. If you find out it does, then you'll put it in a box.

Aicalë: You put it in a box, with the knowledge that it’s not staying there. Ain: You put it in a box. Eventually it will cause the end of the world.

Ain-Soph-Aur: You don’t put it in a box. It manages itself, and the continued existence of normal humans that don’t need to be put in boxes. Aisna: It makes more stuff that you might need to put in boxes. But you can use it. And it might be part god.

Anesidora: You put it in a box, and must prohibit the box from mixing with other boxes. Anomalous: You could put it in a box and study it further but it's useless so who cares? Antithesis: It must be used to keep itself and other stuff from being put in boxes.

Apologize: Someone had some kind of breakdown while writing this. Probably has to do with the thing you’re putting in a box. Archived: Maybe you put it in a box once but now you no longer need to care about it, so you've stashed the files away. Argus: Someone other than you put it in a box. Asura: You can't do anything to it, but that's fine because it's harmless. Atlas: It is what allows you to continue existing, so you shouldn't put it in a box.

Axiom: 42 Azathoth: You put it in a box. Egads! This thing is definitely very dangerous and deserving of a cool and unique object class.

Bakkhos: Putting it in a box is difficult because defining boundaries of any sort becomes a lot harder when it is involved. Belial: Its box (if it exists) is outside of your jurisdiction, so you use a metaphorical box for it instead.

Beautiful: You put it in a box. And now you and everyone else studying it worships it.

BFF: You put it in a box. It emits a memetic effect that causes people to take it out of the box. (There are a lot of weird ones like this) Binah: What is this, Persona 5?

Boltzmann: You cannot put it in a box. Which is good, since it's necessary for your continued existence.

Cartel: You were going to put it into a box, but then your managers (Regional and Overwatch Command) told you to make it Uncontained instead (see below). Cernunnos: You could theoretically put it in a box, but you don't have the ability to do so right now.

CHALLENGE: Identical to Safe, but part of the box it’s in involves referring to it in a specific way. Chelovek: You don't need to put it in a box because the HR department is doing it for you. Chesed: You are working together with the affected parties to keep it in a box. Chhokmah: You can't put it in a box because that would mess with people's brains.

Compromised: You put it in a box. Things went from fine to not fine in a way that means you need to destroy your files on it. Concentra: It creates its own box, then continuously puts more stuff in that box ad infinitum. Conscientia: You can't put it in a box, so you tricked everyone into thinking it's normal.

Contained: You put it in a box. Which is all you'd THINK it would mean, but *nooooo* it's one of THOSE ones-

Containment: You put it in a box, then train it to put stuff in boxes. Then it goes AWOL. Continua: You put it in a box, but part of it's missing, so you're not sure if the box is actually working.

Cor: You put it in a box, then actively do everything in your power to avoid thinking about what it is and does, to the point that you change its Object Class to something meaningless. Da'as Elyon: Identical to Conscientia, except somehow Jewish.

Daath: Instead of putting it in a box you let it wander around parts of your workplace.

Dagdagiel: CHEER UP SLEEEEEEEPY JEEEEEEEEAAAAAAN

Damballah: It's in a box, but you aren't sure how or why.

Dark Keter: You cannot put it in a box or destroy it. The file for this likely came from an untrustworthy source.

[DATA EXPUNGED]: You put it in a box (maybe). The exact details are something you don’t have the clearance for.

Debated: Whether or not it actually needs to go in a box (and how or why) is currently under dispute.

Decidium: You use it to destroy other stuff. Also it might be a god? And you might worship it? But like, also while keeping it in a box?

Dependent: You put it in a box, and everything's fine, but you also have a legal and/or moral obligation to maintain it.

Dishwasher: sighs Let’s put a pin in that for now, please.

Downy: You put it in a box. Duck-related things occur.

Draugr: It itself doesn't need a box (maybe it's destroyed) but weird box-worthy stuff keeps happening and it's responsible somehow.

Drygioni: Your bosses are looking into it.

Echelon: It (and likely the box you have put it in) is currently you and your organization’s highest priority. In theory. This Object Class has never actually been used in practice, if any documents have it you can probably ignore them as being altered by something that should be in a box.

Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy:… 

Efla: You or one of your coworkers made the dang thing.

Ein Sof: You put it in a box designed to keep it exactly the way it is. And this was intentionally designed, by a god, maybe.

Ellipsis: You have a box. There is nothing in the box worth talking about or otherwise referring to. Trust me, it’s *really* not worth it.

Embla: You put it in a box, then use it to create more stuff that can be put in boxes.

Endeminis: It's technically part of the way your job functions, so instead of putting it in a box you just kind of keep track of it.

Enochian: You can't really put it in a box on account of it being a fundamental part of reality.

Entos: You wrote a file on it. The file is the box.

Eparch: You put it in a box, not because it needs to be in a box, but because it's connected to other stuff that might need to be in a box.

ERROR: Something’s wrong with your file. Check to make sure you entered the URL correctly.

Esoteric: Er, wait, that's what I'm already listing, can't you be more specific? The people who came up with all these other terms certainly didn't seem to have any trouble. Ether: Same meaning as Aether. It's been thousands of years and humans still can't agree how this word is spelled.

Ethical: You put it in a box. Then you let the Ethics Committee handle it. LET THEM HANDLE IT.

Exist: It’s everything, so you can’t put it in a box. Hopefully.

Finis: Nothing will need to be put in boxes anymore, which means you will no longer need boxes. (Well, like, you still need them NOW, we'll get there when we get there)

Flor Galana: It partially puts itself and other stuff in boxes, but you can't completely put it in a box.

Former: Regardless of whether or not you are trying to put it into a box, you and others will be memetically compelled to claim that it was something previously (the claims themselves are what matter here, regardless of whether it was and/or still is what is being claimed).

Foundation: It almost doesn’t need to be put into a box.

F***: Either you or someone else put something in a box (or tried to) and now circumstances have caused you to throw aside decorum and professionalism while filling the report.

Galileo: You can’t put it into a box… but you CAN destroy it!

Gevurah: It hurts the infrastructure of your job, and impedes various stuff your job is trying to do.

GOD: Calm down and check to see if there are any other versions of the file for it.

Gleipnir: You keep needing to put it in different types of boxes.

Glorious: Identical to Beautiful, except instead of putting it in a box you wear it on your head.

Gӧdel: It WOULD be Explained, but you need other things in boxes to explain it.

Hazardous: I thought this applied to all of these? Uh. It hurty, no touchy.

HANDLE_NOT_FOUND: Essentially the same as ERROR. Though you might want to read whatever file comes up VERY carefully.

Hariti: It’s one of your coworkers which means (at least in this instance) that it doesn’t need to go in a box.

Hera: It really doesn’t like you. But if you can, you will put it in a box and use it.

Hiemal: You put it in a box. Then you looked closer and realized it was multiple things keeping each other in boxes.

Hod: Instead of getting a new job, why not get your old one, but different? …Using a process kept in a box.

Ignosi: You cannot put it in a box because you don’t know it exists. In fact, nobody can know it exists. (wait, how does that work, if nobody knows they exist why is there a classification for them? did they like make it under the assumption that SOMETHING fit the criteria? like i know it’s for the readers’ benefit but all of this exists in universe right? or is this another “there is no canon” thing? goshdangit)

In Doubt: You put it in a box, and you would use one of the three main Object Classes (Safe, Euclid, Keter) but you can’t use the letter E for some reason.

Infohazardous Predator: Exactly what it says on the tin. You need to put it in a box.

Inimical: You put it in a box. In doing so you make it worse. Destroy it ASAP.

Instrumentum: You put it in a box, and then you and your organization (which, as you might have gathered, specializes in putting stuff in boxes) put it to use. So basically it’s Prodest but better. We’ll get to Prodest. Oh, we’ll GET to Prodest.

Integrated: You put it in a box. The box is called “being part of the company that puts stuff in boxes”. Also possibly therapy.

Irrelevant: You might be able to put it in a box but trust me when I say you don’t need to worry about it. Probably.

Israfil: You put it in a box. Then- wait, it’s what? Due to what? Okay so the thing it it’s… umm… sigh just look up Action 10-Israfil-A, it’s a result of that.

Interferelessed: In order to keep it in a box, you and everyone else at your job must have access to at least a partial file on it at all times.

Jerusalem: Regardless of if it’s in a box or not, you can go see it at any time. Something about this feels ironic.

Joke: You put it in a box. Exact details beyond that are extremely context-specific, so treat with caution.

Juggernaut: You put it in a box. It can cause the end of the world. Yes I know that applies to like everything, I didn’t make this object class!

Karl June: You put it in a box, because it is under the effects of SCP-6727.

Khonsu: You put it in a box and now you’re studying the heck out of it before it stops being something you can study.

Kronecker: In theory, it means that you don’t need to put it in a box. In practice, however, this only applies to one specific example, every other SCP labeled Kronecker has been altered from its original (more accurate) classification.

Kušum: You’ve given up for now on trying to put it in a box.

Legally Uncontainable: You cannot legally put it in a box, either due to your own governing authority or another. Or a… fast spreading burger company?

Maksur: You’ve separated it into parts, and put those parts into different boxes.

Malchut: Identical to Keter, and used in scenarios when using Keter outright isn’t an option. Not to be confused with Malkuth.

Malkuth: Advanced Non-Humans are putting it in a box. Hopefully. Not to be confused with Malchut (seriously, why do they DO this???)

Megiddo: Basically the same thing as Apollyon except the whole Doom thing has already happened.

Memet: It’s keeping itself in its own box.

Mendax: You put it in a box. Then determining exactly what occurs next is tricky as it alters information about itself. As such, this Classification doesn’t really get used. Not to be confused with Mendax. Mendax: Identical to Enochian, except you have to monitor it carefully because it’s still capable of causing the apocalypse. Not to be confused with Mendax. (If it helps, this one is originally written in the Cyrillic Alphabet as opposed to the Latin one.)

Moiety: You put it in a box. The United Kingdom depends on this.

Multiple: You put it in a box. There are differing reactions from different parts of it at differing times, so you’re gonna need to go into greater detail over which parts qualify as which Object Class.

Multiplex: You put multiple things in multiple boxes, but if you’re gonna go into detail about one of them you have to talk about ALL of them.

Mumar: You put it in a box. You cannot tell your bosses about it.

Mushrik: I’ve read this file like 5 times and I have NO idea what makes this SCP worthy of a unique Object Class, or what this Object Class is even supposed to indicate. I don’t understand.

Mutually Dependent: You put it in a box. It’s actually multiple things that, if separated, would no longer need to be in a box.

N/A: No, I am NOT going to describe even more weird exceptions than I already am! If it doesn’t have an Object Class, it doesn’t have an Object Class. MOVING ON!

Nagi: You put it in a box, but then it stopped needing to be in a box. You’re keeping it in the box anyway, just in case.

Necrospar: There’s no evidence it exists. But if it does, you’ll put it in a box.

Nehemoth: Instead of putting it into a box, you do your best to destroy it due to it being your enemy. …This isn’t one that the Foundation actually uses.

Nepenthe: ‘CAUSE WE COULD BE IMMORTALS, IMMO-ORTALS… 

Netzach: You put it in a box, if necessary. It’s used to ensure the indefinite survival of the human race. Technically it’s more complicated than that and I wish people would stop turning planets into SCPs.

Nightfall_Meteor: No need to put it in a box, just observe. It’s capable of causing an apocalypse, but such an effect won’t last long so just make sure you’re prepared for it.

Non-Anomalous: You don’t need to put it in a box. Well, unless you’re trying to protect it from all the stuff around it that DOES need to put in boxes.

None: Oh for crying out loud what did I just say in the N/A section?

Null: You cannot put it in a box because it cannot exist, so don’t view it as something that exists.

Oblique: You might have put it in a box, it’s hard to tell right now since the general narrative structure that the SCP Foundation usually operates on is being altered.

Ogiel: You currently cannot put it in a box, and no efforts will be made now or in the future to put it in a box. Instead you’re just going to guard it and watch it to ensure nothing changes about it.

Olympus: You aren’t putting it in a box, because only your bosses know it exists. Assuming this Object Class actually exists in this reality.

Omnehet: Identical to Nehemoth, just run through the same infohazard that produced the latter.

Other: You put it in a box, and selected its Object Class from a drop-down menu.

Pagnum: It put itself in its own box. So now you’re watching to make sure that the box is satisfactory.

Pantokratōr: You can’t put it in a box because it’s too big. Guess you’ll have to wait until the next Smash Bros game, sorry.

Pausa: You’re no longer trying to keep it in a box because it doesn’t need to be in one, but it might need to be put in a box again in the future.

Petrus: You can’t prove it needs to be in a box, but you’re putting it in a box anyway because it’s too risky not to.

Principalis: You don’t put it in a box because you don’t know it exists. Your bosses do, though, and it’s their mission statement.

Prodest: You put it in a box. It’s useful. (WHY IS THIS AN OBJECT CLASS? NONE OF THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH CONTAINMENT?? SO WHAT IF IT’S USEFUL, IS THE FOUNDATION EVEN USING IT??? LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE OBJECT CLASS HAS GREATER REASON TO EXIST THAN THIS DOES. SCREW YOU PRODEST, YOU’RE THE WORST.)

Pudicitia: You put it in a box. While doing so you ended up hurting, damaging, or otherwise negatively affecting it. So now you’re helping it get better.

Radix: You put it in a box. Now it’s part of the chain of command.

[REDACTED]: Essentially the same as [DATA EXPUNGED]. Like. Obviously they’re different terms. But effectively they have the same result on what you’re able to do about it.

Rigoletto: It may or may not be difficult for you to put it in a box and keep it there. Depends on how people feel about it.

Robertson-Jackal: You put it in a box, and everything about that box is randomly generated (including the Object Class) to prevent its escape.

Saoshyant: You don’t put it in a box because it acts as your organization’s Patron Deity. Though considering the lore there might be multiple contenders for the title at this point.

Sapientia: Identical to Chhokmah, except not Jewish.

See Below: You attempted to put it in a box and what happened was pretty complicated so you’re just gonna talk about it in the bulk portion of the file for it. Somehow I can’t tell if this is better or worse than a lot of the other ones on this list.

Semel: Technically speaking this one doesn’t actually mean anything.

Sfae: You put it in a box, accompanied by a person or persons (possibly you) that must also stay in the box.

“Shadow’s Crown” Phenomenon: Fancy way of saying Thaumiel while avoiding certain effects.

Shrӧdinger: You put it in a box. In order to keep it in the box, you must record everything about it and connected to it. I can’t tell if this is funny or fitting.

Sistema: You put it in a box, but it’s made of a lot of smaller things, so putting it in a box will only work if all the things are together.

Simpatico: You have NO idea what is up with this thing or how to put it in a box, but it’s probably fine.

Skӧll: You put it in a box. Soon it will no longer need to be in a box. That, or it’s going to cause a lot of stuff (including itself) to escape their boxes with no end in sight. Or both!

Skótos: You put it in a box. You still don’t know a significant amount of things about it and how it works, but hey, at least it’s in a box!

Sofa: Analogous to Keter, approximately.

Spiritual: You can’t put it in a box because it transcends- okay, you know what NO. Stop with the metaphysical bullcrap we already have more specific Object Classes for all of this. And you, 4487, can shut up and die.

Spiteful Motherf*****: You put it in a box. It makes you really, REALLY angry at it.

Standard: The same thing as Safe, except it’s a robot who put it in a box and classified it.

Starveling: The Department of Surrealistics is probably on drugs.

Sunrays, Muted: Despite being sandwiched between Starveling and Super Keter, this one actually kinda makes sense in context.

Super Keter: You put it in a box while at Site-333. It probably still fits the definition of a “regular” Keter. Not that you’ll have any luck telling Site-333 that.

Symbolic: You only figuratively put it in a box. Also sorry did I say the Surrealistics Department was probably on drugs? I meant definitely.

TBD: Identical to Pending or Debated, but apparently used when ALL pertinent info is to be determined at a later time. Or to put it another way, you’re still in the process of putting it in a box, but you won’t be able to make any progress in that until later due to a complete lack of info.

Tempus: You put it in a box, but it messes with time, so you need to ensure that it has ALWAYS been in a box.

Tenebrarius: You cannot put it in a box because you are not allowed to know it exists. The same applies to your coworkers and bosses. Just you guys though, other people can learn about it.

Terminal: You put it in a box. You die. Now you’re in the box too.

Test: Doesn’t need to be put in a box as it doesn’t exist. This Object Class is reserved for dummy files used by bot testers.

the simpsons farting: I hope you guys understand how much making this list has broken me.

Thorleyan: You put two separate-but-identical things in identical boxes and ensure that they both stay identical and that they are aware that they are still identical.

Tiamat: It could become a huge threat to humanity. Buuuuut you can put it in a “box” by telling the world about all the other stuff you’ve put in boxes. No way that would go wrong.

Ticonderoga: You can’t put it in a box, but it doesn’t have to be put in a box.

Tiphereth: You put it in a box with something, and in order to keep it in the box you must routinely swap the other thing for another thing identical to the previous thing without it noticing.

Umbra: You may or may not be able to put it in a box. It has a direct effect on the appearance of other stuff that you’ll want to put in boxes.

Unclassed: You put it in a box (or at least attempt to), then deliberately avoid classifying it by the results.

Unconfirmed: Didn’t we already do this song and dance with Necrospar?

Uncontainable: Surprise surprise, you cannot put it in a box.

Uncontained: It is currently not in a box.

Undefined: You put it in a box, and you know how well that went down. You just can’t actually refer to it in any way for some reason, so you use this placeholder Object Class instead.

Unknown: Neither you or anyone else seems to know what is up with this, or how to put it in a box. But it probably needs one.

Urgent Reclassification Required: Another placeholder. Kind of exactly what it says. Don’t you wish they were ALL clear like this sometimes?

Uya: You can’t put it in a box YET because you haven’t found it, but you’re pretty sure if it doesn’t already exist it will eventually.

Yesod: Identical to Radix, but Jewish. I swear the SCP Foundation doesn’t have some weird antisemitic segregation going on, they just have so many Skips connected to Judaism that they have to clarify sometimes.

Youklid: Identical to Euclid, but you can’t document it properly so you have to verbalize it to a child to fill out the forms. Be very careful about these ones, they don’t usually end well.

World Ending?: You’re preparing to try and put it in a box, and you think it might be capable of, well, ending the world. Kind of a Placeholder Classification, not a real one. Pending before Pending for what might be really bad stuff.

Zeno: It took you a bit of effort to put it in a box, but it was never that much of a threat.

Zenzizenzizenzic: Remember what I said about the Surrealistics Department? If you see this Object Class, you are probably currently on their drugs. This applies to the Dishwasher Class too.

Zurvan: Similar to Enochian, except that it’s less that you *can’t* put it in a box because it’s a fundamental part of reality, and more that you shouldn’t.

53: You attempt to put it in a box, but this is difficult due to being unable to to gain much information about it, as well as the fact that it is actively trying to have an effect on you and your organization, among others. This may include trying to put you in a box.

Ѻмѐга-Титло: You put it in a box. You know it will inevitably escape the box, so you’ve constructed a convoluted pseudo-religion to manipulate the probability of its escape at any given moment to be later rather than sooner, in the hopes that you will be able to procrastinate said escape into never happening.

SubclassesNO I am NOT doing all the subclasses right now. I might do them if this is well received after I publish this online, but only after doing the Risk Classes and Disruption Classes first. Those seem more relevant as of late.

Now, the Fun Part:

WHICH ONE DID I MAKE UP?

[flannelfloofs]

Heyyyyyy bestieeeeeeeeee you've caught my interest :] If I may ask, who's ur oc Fate?/genq

ok! so

Fate was the first ever deity to come into existence in both reality and The Draw, responsible for the current creation of other deities (special "second chances" to mortals who had unfortunate ends) and everything before and beyond it!

That being said, out of all the deities, Fate is the only character in The Metamorphic Moral that is the most realistic; imagine them rotoscoped? Like the Faith games! And unlike all deities, they can express their eyes, whereas other deities can only move their irises (with exception from Wish teehee)

Despite being the reason things occur, Fate is rather hidden from The Draw, preferring to watch from the sidelines...so if you ever catch a glimpse of them, you are deemed worthy of something more in life.

In addition, Fate is a immaculate and intimidating figure to come across, even to such powerful deities and entities...

Also! Their voice is every voice of The Metamorphic Moral's cast speaking all at once, they don't have a confirmed VA; I think it's more interesting to hear voices you already know in a being rather than someone new.

I will keep hush hush about them for now but ty for the ask ^^

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Vapors 2

Aiko didn't like to think about those early days of blearily drifting in and out of consciousness, realizing that the world was a blur of strange colors and smells and feelings that she couldn't properly interpret.

First of all, it was strange and frightening that she could remember it at all. She certainly shouldn't. At three years old, she was discerning enough to know that she was a complete freak and just savvy enough to keep her lips sealed shut instead of babbling even though some part of her realllly wanted to impress the grownups she knew. It would be satisfying to impress her caretakers and the other adults she saw, and maybe get special treatment. But in the long run? It felt like a terrible idea.

'For me and for Naruto. What would happen if I got taken away? No one cares about him.'

"Hey! Heyyyyyy," Naruto whined, tugging on her foot. He was sitting with his legs spread wide on the floor and staring beseechingly up at where she was perched on the bed. "What doing?"

She did her best not to grimace, both at the grammar and at the way that the toddler guilelessly rubbed his fist against his runny nose and then onto his shirt.

It wasn't his fault, really, that he was a comparatively normal child. When the fact that he was a jinchuuriki was taken into question, that fact took on an alarming pallor.

'I don't even like kids,' she thought resentfully, for the nth time. 'It's not fair.'

"I'm looking at pic-tures," Aiko said carefully to minimize the way her clumsy tongue stumbled over harder syllables. She turned the glossy children's book –an encyclopedia of sea creatures thinly guised as a story—in her hands to show her otouto. "Would you like to see?" She clumsily patted the cushion next to her, carefully avoiding looking at her stubby fingers. She already knew they looked like fat sausages without watching. Naruto made a face, but climbed up beside her, using another pillow as a step-stool and nearly slipping.

'I hate this pathetic body,' Aiko thought dully, turning the book back to the first page. 'It can't do anything right.'

Granted, she suspected that the flesh bag she was currently interred in was of vastly superior quality to her old one. The comparison was probably like a new Camaro and a fifteen year old Grand Am. They were both technically cars, and they looked fine at first scrutiny. But no matter how great her three-year-old flesh bag was for such a small sack of meat, it was still the body of a young child. It tired easily and needed rest often. Her fingers were fat and clumsy, and she had a hard time utilizing fine motor skills for things like coloring.

Her otouto wiggled beside her, making a strange high-pitched 'eeeeee' sound for no apparent reason. When that garnered no reaction but a tilted head, he huffed loudly and bounced, shaking the bed. "What's the story?" Naruto demanded bossily, prodding the book with an outstretched finger. When he grabbed for the pages, she pulled it away.

"There's not really a story," Aiko demurred, trying to keep the sigh out of her voice. There were picture books with words she could guess at, yes, but she wasn't going to touch those until it was well and age-appropriate for her to do so. She was bored out of her gourd, but it wasn't worth the risk.

At least not until she knew what was going on well enough to gauge the risks of gaining adult attention, anyway. She didn't know much about how ninjas trained or dealt with prodigy children, but she didn't think it was anything she would like to experience.

For the first few weeks or months, she'd thought that she was completely insane. To be fair, an infant had a horrendously poor grip on reality. She hadn't been able to see well, struggled to stay awake for very long, and she certainly hadn't understood anything that was being said. It had seemed like a waking dream when she had first made the connection between her current existence and a half-remembered television show that she had apparently never finished watching. Pity. She really couldn't have predicted that would become relevant to her survival and lifestyle.

Naruto was simultaneously the reason she questioned her sanity and the one consistent source of human interaction that was keeping her from going absolutely insane. She needed him.

Naruto made a rude sound that implied he wasn't going to accept the answer that there was no story. Fair enough.

She glanced around futilely, as if to be sure she was alone. The beautiful dark-eyed lady who volunteered at the orphanage and had them call her 'aunt' was nowhere to be seen. She had probably left for the day—Aiko was relatively sure that the woman had children of her own to tend to.

That didn't mean the twins were alone. She didn't see one often, but there was at least one ANBU who followed them around.

Well. She'd just have to speak slowly and try to keep her diction to something believable.

"This fish is named Marlin," Aiko said quietly, pointing out an illustrated koi. That wasn't the right type of fish at all, but it wasn't as if Naruto would know the difference. "He's scared of everything. Like this shark," Aiko pointed as she turned the next page. The blue-green color of the water in the books was like her eyes. The sky was like Naruto's. They looked nice together. "And he's scared of this walrus, too," she improvised. That wasn't in the right story, but there weren't any sea turtles in this book. She'd have to make do. There was in fact a barracuda, but she wasn't going to tell her little brother a grim story about a mother being murdered.

"Why?" Naruto breathed, staring, transfixed at the glossy images.

"Well, bigger fish are dangerous," she said practically. "And sharks eat fish." She couldn't hold back the grin at the disgusted face Naruto made and the way he buried his face in his hands and shook his head.

"Nuh-uh," he rejected. The words were a direct contrast to the fascinated glee on his face. His big blue eyes practically glittered.

She knew what was coming, but Aiko still waited to hear it with amused fondness.

"Tell me more."

"Our great village was founded…"

Her civilian teacher's voice was a comforting drone seeping in one ear and out the other. Aiko wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to a thing that the man said.

There was no need to, really. History wasn't going to help her much. Besides, the propaganda lightly dashed with facts that he was sharing would be repeated in other classes, she was sure. As they grew older they would probably get the party line reinforced, peppered with darker inclusions as they became age appropriate.

Or what counted for age appropriate in a shinobi village, in any case. Half of the picture books back at the orphanage included references to violence, indexes and identification games of weapons, and casual mention of death that was doubtless meant to serve as a reference for appropriate grieving behaviors. The other half were perfectly standard, trite works with cute animals and pretty children with two loving parents and an extended family who taught them various lessons.

(Aiko had no idea which sort was more harmful to Naruto. The sweet banal picture books of happy families filled him with a wistfulness that was painful to see, but watching as the darker texts normalized the shinobi lifestyle made her want to tear them all up).

"In the fiftieth year of the ninja, the great clans…"

Dull as dirt. No wonder that Naruto was nearly nodding off on his desk. That was probably a better use of time than listening, Aiko thought. It wasn't her plan for the day, however.

She was instead preoccupied with practicing her hiragana. Painstakingly, Aiko bit the tip of her tongue in concentration and tried not to let her hand wobble as she copied stilted and blotchy figures next to the perfect printed versions.

"Pay attention, class," came the light scolding from the head of the classroom. The boy beside Aiko jerked guiltily, but she didn't react.

The teacher didn't frighten her. What was he going to do? Really, the power that he used to maintain classroom control was all dependent on the fact that children hadn't yet realized just how little he could do to keep them in line. The psychological intimidation wasn't going to work on a girl who was 21-going-on-4, and the elderly civilian man who taught her homeroom class at school wasn't about to resort to physical intimidation.

The twins had only been attending civilian school for a few short months, but the routine was solid enough that Aiko was taken aback when a pretty Chuunin with a wide smile and a red bow in her hair came to pick them up and took them to Hokage tower.

Aiko pressed her lips together in a stern expression that she knew was uselessly cute on her pudgy, pink-cheeked face and strained her toes toward the floor. Her feet were dangling over the edge of the plastic waiting room chair that she was seated quietly on. By contrast, Naruto had climbed up on top of his and was talking at a mile a minute to an obviously disinterested secretary and a now overwhelmed Chuunin.

' I know that Naruto is supposed to be close to the Sandaime. I should have suspected that they would meet soon.'

She watched silently, remaining aloof from the conversation that followed when they were escorted into the Hokage's office. Naruto was outright thrilled, bouncing around with all the energy that a four-year old jinchuuriki could muster (and that was an impressive amount of energy, to be frank).

"And what do you think, Aiko-chan?" the old man attempted to bring her into the conversation.

Aiko blinked, taking a moment to steady herself. What did she think?

' I think that you're pathetic for taking advantage of a little boy's loneliness and culturally homogenous hero worship of you in order to coerce him into agreeing to a military career years before he's mentally and emotionally capable of making that decision.'

Nope, that probably wasn't the best idea.

' No, don't sign me up for shinobi training. I don't want to be a ninja. It seems scary. I'm not scared of dying at all because everyone does, but I don't see any reason to get involved in a violent caste system and kill people for a living.'

She was going to be a ninja whether she wanted to be or not. She was four years old; no one was going to let her make her own decisions, and it would be a waste not to at least attempt to put the fourth Hokage's kids through the shinobi Academy.

In the end, she just shrugged and regarded the old man with cool turquoise eyes.

He seemed fairly off-put by her lackluster reaction, but gracefully enough turned back to Naruto. The blonde was an eager conversationalist, if not a particularly creative or clever one.

Aiko wasn't surprised to find herself bundled off to the shinobi academy when a new term started a month later. She was a bit surprised to find out that the other first year students were six years old, but a moment's thought wrapped up that mystery. The term lengths meant that their classmates would graduate at the age of twelve, which fit with what she remembered. Theoretically she and Naruto should probably graduate at ten, then, except that it seemed likely that the Academy was actually being used as a babysitter in their case and not a device to crank out soldiers even earlier than usual.

Putting the twins in the Academy meant that she and Naruto were under a trained and trusted shinobi's attention for the bulk of the day. It probably freed up their ANBU stalker for more important work. Like shaving cats, or going home and licking their mirrors. Whatever. The point was that it had to be mind-numbingly dull to stare at toddlers all day.

Accordingly, Aiko didn't trust the kind-faced woman who was their first teacher at the Academy. She didn't understand the type of person who would agree to spend so much time around so many children that weren't hers: or at least, do so in order to teach them to kill. It was hard for Aiko to dismiss that as a strongly developed maternal instinct, assuming as she did that it would be damn hard to teach class after class of cannon fodder when the majority of them died a year after graduation. But Katade-sensei didn't seem to be the ice-old that Aiko thought was necessary to survive that type of heartbreak.

'There's something wrong with her. She would be doing field work if there wasn't.'

Even if Katade-sensei hadn't kept a wide berth from the twins, Aikowouldn't have had a thing to do with her.

At least Naruto was easy to figure out, although she admittedly had an advantage. He had simple desires, as did the other carpet sharks in the Academy class. He wanted to play (and couldn't understand why no one played with him after they had talked with their parents) and he wanted to eat too much sugar (until he threw up, at which point he would try again) and he most certainly did not want to do his homework because it was legitimately too hard for him and he cried when he failed all his assignments.

Aiko spent two years with the smiling woman who taught very small children, and didn't understand her any more at the end than she had when she was four. Katade-sensei was a blank wall, even if her voice was kind.

Maybe it was a shinobi thing? Or maybe… Aiko frowned, rubbing her fingers against her copper-toned hair, ignoring the fact that it was slightly grubby from the outdoor part of class where they had practiced falls and done agility work. Maybe it was just something that some people could turn on and off. A figurative mask that kept the outside world from peeking underneath to what really mattered.

Funny that it took her so long to figure out that she had anything in common with sensei. Aiko's secrets were probably much bigger. She stuck by that opinion, even when Katade-sensei became increasingly thin, grey, and harried. One day she simply never returned to class.

She eyed the nervous young man who had replaced Katade-sensei with tired resignation.

"Ohayo, class," he forced out with a pathetic imitation of confidence. The following smile looked more than a bit queasy. "I'll be your teacher from now on. My name is Umino Iruka. Any questions?"

He fielded several queries about his hair, where sensei was, and if he had a girlfriend, before Iruka-sensei called on Aiko. His expression was guarded and a bit uncomfortable. She thought she knew why—she was sitting right next to Naruto. Iruka-sensei probably didn't know what to think.

"Is Katade-sensei dead?"

Aiko knew her blunt guess was true by the way that Iruka gaped at her. She settled back in her chair and shook her head. "Never mind," she said mildly, without care for the way that Hyuuga Neji's eyes narrowed at her or that an Akimichi girl with rosy cheeks looked about to burst into tears.

She didn't pay much attention to the rest of proceedings—roll call, syllabus, and other dull minutia. Her curiosity was satisfied.

'She's not really real anyways.'

"Hey," Naruto hissed, leaning over the space between them. The girl in front swiveled to give them both a dirty look, obviously confused by her inability to understand what the boy was saying.

Aiko gave the girl a dry, steady look until she turned around. Then she blinked at her otouto and replied likewise, in English. "What's up?"

"Why did you ask that?" Naruto's brow furrowed. "and do you think Iruka-sensei will be nicer than the last lady?"

"De- You there!" Iruka-sensei barked, sounding firm and scary for the first time. It only took him a moment to stride on long legs to the back of the classroom where the Uzumaki twins were sitting. He had eyes only for Naruto—angry brown eyes, specifically, and tense hands that clapped down on Naruto's desk as the teenager loomed. "Why would you think it was acceptable to talk in my classroom?"

Naruto's big blue eyes wavered in shock and hurt as he sank back into his chair, fighting off tears. Aiko inhaled steadily through her nose, gritted her jaw together painfully, and stared at Iruka-sensei with feelings that were less than pleasant. If he'd been asked to describe her eyes at the moment, he might have said that she looked like she thought he was trash on her shoe. It didn't matter. He wasn't looking at her.

"I would say not," Aiko said steadily into the sudden hush as Iruka glowered, waiting for an answer from a small child. She hadn't pegged him for a bully. It was a shame.

She ignored the bout of confused expressions at the use of a foreign language and carefully got out her favorite pencil, turning to the middle of her notebook and going back to practicing kanji. She didn't feel any need to clarify or explain herself. English was her first language, after all, and she had made it Naruto's as well. It wasn't as if anyone else had been lining up to teach him language skills and she had needed someone to talk to.

A strange person was vying for that, actually. When the new term had rolled around with a new class of six-year-olds, a great deal of them had been very familiar. Chibi Sasuke was the oddest of all, because he was such a friendly little thing.

If she didn't know better, she would say that he'd been pressured by his parents to befriend them. Unfortunately for the possibility of Uchiha-Uzumaki friendship, the brunet had shown Naruto up in aerial weaponry skills and classroom knowledge from the first week. Naruto was too embarrassed, jealous and resentful to accept Sasuke's clumsy overtures, and Sasuke was too guileless to understand that he would have better results if he made sure not to make Naruto feel inadequate.

It took him a while to attempt approaching her. Perhaps it was some little-boy instinct to try other boys before girls. It could just as easily have been that Aiko wasn't particularly approachable.

"Uzumaki-san?"

Itty bitty Sasuke had a bit of a lisp, she noted. That was unfairly cute.

"Would you like to share my bento?" He held the box out awkwardly, over-large baby eyes fixed studiously on the point between her eyes, as if he'd been taught to make eye contact was wasn't comfortable with it yet. "My mom makes a lot, and I just…" Sasuke trailed off, and dug at the floor with a sandal despite his attempts to look grownup.

"Thank you for the offer. I have my own lunch, though."

She left him standing there mildly flustered and pink, as if he didn't have a set response for someone being that rude. Yeah, he was an adorable kid, but he was just that: a kid. Naruto was all the kid she needed in her life, thank you very much. She wasn't a babysitter and it sounded absolutely exhausting to dumb herself down to a child's level in personal interactions as well as those she already had to perform for adults.

Despite her resolution to stay away, her eyes drifted over to Sasuke while Naruto was still scrambling to find his left shoe so they could leave for the day. The brunet all but ran to a woman in a gorgeous kimono with long dark hair whipping gently in the wind. Aiko watched for longer than was probably polite, but she never saw the woman who was probably Sasuke's mother turn around enough to get a clear look at her face.

Pity. She seemed oddly familiar. Maybe it was her hair—it was unfairly beautiful.

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay so I'm watching the Monaco 2009 pre-race coverage and I'm only like 10 mins in but I have several things I need to say so I don't forget:

First of all OH MY GODDDDDD:

THIS INTRO IS SO COOL??????? LIKE OH MY GOD????? Sorry I'm just !!!!!!!!! about it!!! Like is this not the coolest thing?? The way Jake Humphrey is edited in is really smooth and realistic looking, I'm not completely familar with all the commentators, so I was staring at it like "wait....this is Jake, right? Or? It is, right??" If it tricked my 2023 brain, I can't imagine watching this 14 years ago lmao

Anyways I really really love BBC's coverage, I think it's soooo superior to modern broadcasting ngl. Like just the whole vibe of it, idk I really love it all, it's a shame not all of it is avalible to watch, bcs man, I would totally be up for watching every single thing as if it was the current season. You guys will have to inform me, since I only have access to F1TV, which is pretty good but mundane compared to this imo, but those of you with actual like cable broadcasters(like Sky and C4), would you agree that BBC's vibe is better?

Okay anyways, I have other things to say other than ranting about how much I love BBC's broadcasting lmao. Seeing the current(so like as of Monaco) leaderboard of the WCC is crazy. It is currently 1. Brawn 2. Red Bull 3. Toyota. I know obviously a lot changes from season to season, not to mention a literal decade, but the fact that two of those teams don't even exist anymore is so wild from the modern perspective. And heyyyyyy the team in 2nd is now on top baby!

Last point: Wow! I had no idea they were considering a budget cap for the 2010 season! Also just the comparison btwn the budget they were considering vs. the current one($45 million vs $135 million) is insane to me!! Even with accounting for inflation, the old budget cap is literally half of the current one.

*edit okay sorry, I just need to say this. WHY DOES MAX MOSLEY'S TIE LOOK LIKE THE OLD LESBIAN FLAG LMAOOOOOOO, like seriously if you wore that today, I would think you're repping me hahaha

[threadboundgold]

"How many vod’e" Heyyy. ~ Mereel Skirata the one and only. I don't socialize much though, you got me there. (We exist but we're a rare, rare breed. I can't send you to any servers because last time I tried those the guys in it made me see red)

[fingerguns] now this is what I was talkin about! Heyyyyyy vod!!!

(👀real shit? hit me in DMs I want to know what’s gone on if you’re willing to share- Tens)

[time-shardz]

Ennead x AMAB GN Reader

The Servant of the start

PT:1

Ok I know I wrote GN reader but I don't see enough male reader shit in the community so yeah.

I don't see enough Ennead(Manhwa) x reader stuff I mean it basically doesn't exist so I decided to take the liberty to write something for it this is part one

I would put this on any other fanfiction website/app if it wasn't the fact I wanted to get a few chapters out before I wrote a entire fic for this

So enjoy

This idea isn't mine and is completely inspired by a Quotev fic I started to read so here's the link

Book Of Promos

Why did the world pick me to do this?

Why am I even here?

“I am Ra the God of The Sun

And who are you~?”

I didn’t ask for this…….

Ok that’s a lie I did say I wanted to change the plot of Ennead.

But this isn’t what I had in mind

“You who stood on this very hill on the power of chaos with me who are you?”

“Almighty Ra God of the Sun,I am but simply a lowly being with the honor of being in thy presence”

I bow down lowly to pay my respects as even though this wasn’t my home dimension I knew it would be a bad idea to anger a god.

Ra seemed amuse as I tried very hard to not make eye contact with her bright eyes.

Why must I be the one chosen to be sent to another world?

“How about I give you a purpose and a name?”

What?

“Rule beside me and you and I will make the start the creation of this world~”

Oh no oh nonononono

And get more involved with the plot?

That in itself is a death sentence and I will end up with just as high of a chance to get raped by God.

I simply wish to be a quiet NPC and watch from the sidelines

“Ra God Of The Sun it would be a honor to rule beside a great God as yourself,But I must decline as I am not equipped for such an important task to assist the creation of this world”

Ra’s eyes widen and she walks down closer to me her fingers clasp my chin and force me to look up at her

…..

Wtf is this so hot!?-

“Are you sure~?”

“Yes thine is sure Almighty Ra”

Ra smiles

Why is she smiling

What is she gonna do to me!?

Ra pat’s my head

“Very well From this day on thy name shall be (Y/N) thee shall be the first and forever loyal servant and will serve me and my future children”

.

.

.

.

How did this happen?

“Kekeke”

I look at the white haired individual in front of me in shock.

Where was I?

I was just returning home from the manga shop after I finally got the entire physical collection of the Ennead Manhwa.

Despite the fact I had long finished reading Ennead having the physical copies definitely felt different to only reading it online.

And now I was in this vast empty space

“Hey hey heyyyyyy~ are you even listening to us?”

I snapped out of my thoughts

I flinched as I saw the black mask with one eye stare into me

I gulped

“W-Who are you?”

The entity seemed surprised to hear me speak

“Finally your listening to us again”

Us?

“Thine name does not matter but what matters is thy is dead”

I’m dead?

.

.

Well finally,I actually made it further in life then I believed I would

“You don’t seemed worried”

I stare the being dead in the eyes….eye?

“Man have you seen Gen Z? Like at this point we could go through WW3 and not give a flying fuck”

The being stops for a second and seems to be thinking until it floats back a bit further from me

“Kekeke oh humans are still so amusing after so long,though aren’t you curious on how you died”

…..I didn’t think about that

“How did I die?”

The smile on the entity’s mask seems to grow wider showing some sharp canines

Are those real?

“I believe you humans call this trope truck-kun”

….

I really died to a fucking truck

Am I about to be isekaied rn

“Yes”

I was startled back

“I how- when?”

The entity smiles in amusement

“Of course I’m capable of reading minds I just decided if I want to or not”

Ok that is so embarrassing if he heard what I said earlier

“But yes thee shall be quote on quote isekaied”

“Where am I going?”

Suddenly the mask’s eye closes and it’s grin seems to sharpen.

I nervously redirect my attention to the entity’s tail which swishes around in a strange way.

It looked like how a cat’s tail would swish when it decide to play with its prey

I felt a cold shiver go up my spine

“That is for you to find out darling~”

Suddenly the entity seems to groan in pain and sigh

“Looks like our time is over dear,but I will try talk to you more along your journey,good luck”

Secrets of the Archive

•Originally these were gonna be called secrets under the Sun and secrets under the Moon for some of them

•Y/N wished to be a NPC but already knows their chances of being one is the same chances of Cale getting his slacker life

•Y/N will have some hidden powers cause I mean of course the unknown Entity doesn’t want their play thing to be destroyed so fast

•The unknown Entity says us for a reason

•Thine means I,Thy means your and Thee means you in ancient times

[dogydayz]

MILDLY EMBARRASSED TO POST THIS HERE BCUS AM SELF CONSIOUS however I would love for people to see because I need to know if I'm on the right track with writing characters and shit like that. Small take on an interaction between Shadow and Sonic (the assumption here is that they're from a world where Sonic has been combating Eggman for absolute years now, and Shadow has just been watching this happen all the time, totally confused by Sonic's absolute refusal to ever actually, yknow. Kill Eggman. Because that would seemingly end all the "struggles" he has and "fulfill his 'purpose'", at least that's how Shadow views it from his own heavily damaged perspective.)

. . . . . . "A constant struggle. A never-ending spiral. Day in, day out, you never change it. All the power in the world, yet you simply let things continue as they are… Why? And how?"

"Geez, I know it seems pretty violent at times but it's a lot less of a struggle than you seem to think it is! Hell, you're one of the ones who's kept the whole 'constant battling' thing going! Half the time I'm in the middle of stuff and you butt right in!"

"You say that like it annoys you, yet you laugh as the words leave you. Perhaps I simply fail to understand your motives…"

"My motives? My motives are to protect my friends, and those who share a world with us."

"Then why not eliminate the threats? Why not end the constant strain for good?"

"It's…. Not nearly as much of a strain as you seem to think. I enjoy the adventures, the battles, how dynamic everything always is! You know I can't just 'sit back' or 'relax', and neither can you."

"My reasoning is entirely different."

"Oh? Then what is your reasoning?"

"I was designed this way."

"Is that really so different from just… ending up that way? You do know I don't really have control over it yeah?"

"…"

"See, I told you we aren't so different!"

"… You… Enjoy this struggle?…"

"Huh?- Oh.. I mean, I guess? I enjoy doing things, I like to explore, I like to battle, you know how I am!"

"…You never… Feel pressured to finish things? To… 'complete' your task?"

"The only pressure I feel is the pressure of knowing if fail then, well… Things wouldn't be too good!"

"…. That's the difference between us, then."

"Huh?"

"…. You exist for yourself, you work for yourself, you fight for yourself. Life isn't a series of tasks to you, and you never failed every one of them. You don't look at the past and contemplate all you've done wrong, you simply continue ahead… Even if that often puts you into harm's way." "…You know I'd try to say something comforting but I'm pretty sure anything I'd say would just make it worse so-"

"I don't need… comfort. I just… want a break. From feeling the constant mental tug, the need to do SOMETHING… I failed, yet I can't even live that down, I feel like I need to fix it when I CAN'T… There's no use even trying yet… I have to…"

"…You know, I'm starting to think that that whole 'constant spiral' you were referring to was more of a personal thing than something I was doing."

"… You…. Really are so fucking dense, blue hedgehog…"

"What?! Was I supposed to realize you were projecting or something??? Come on man!"

"… Heyyyyyy! Was that a smile just now?"

"What?- No!-"

"Aww come oooon buddy!"

"Do Not call me that.."

"Aaaaalllright, bud!"

"OR THAT!!!-"

Thank you for reading whoever ends up reading this, would like to know if it's a good start or not aaaa!! I love their personalities but I worry a lot about portraying them accurately (continuity be damned too, all i have to go off of are pieces of media where theyre all vastly different from one another). Primarily based around the Prime versions with the added existing angst. If it's received well then I may attempt to make a mini sketch comic from this interaction

[arialerendeair]

Heyyyyyy!!! This is a prompt I JUST HAVE BEEN WANTING TO READ for the longest time!! A fic based on Angel with a shotgun -CAB

BAMF Alec is my jam!! x

ARGH I LOVE THIS SOOOOOOONG. MY SPN ROOTS ARE COMING FOR ME I CAN FEEL IT. UGH IT'S SO GOOD THOUGH. Okay, time to go let's GO.

Highly recommend listening to Angel With A Shotgun while reading this fic, cause uh, yep.

In a world where the Alliance Rune doesn't exist, and Asmodeus brings Magnus to Edom...

~!~

The instant that Magnus sealed the rift to Edom above Alicante, Alec had one mission, and one mission only.

He was not going to leave Magnus to the tender mercies of Asmodeus, or Lilith, or the hell armies that were there, whether or not he was a Prince of the realm. Alec was not going to leave him alone.

The aftermath of Alicante would take years to properly clean and in another world, in another time, Alec would have been involved in the rebuilding from the ground up.

In the world where Magnus was trapped, by himself, in a demon realm, to keep all of them safe? There was only one place that he would go, and whether or not he came back didn't matter. He was going to be with Magnus and that was all that mattered. No one was going to stop him. Not Jace, not Izzy, not anyone.

Jace and Izzy, both of them knew, both of them understood, and Alec loved them fiercely for it when they said they would be coming with him. They would not let him go alone, and he loved them for that even more. He would have gone alone to fight the war if that's what he needed to do, he would do it in a second.

It took more than a week to find away into Edom, and if rumors were correct, it would sap them of all their strength while they were down there. Small charms could protect them for a time, but if they were down there too long… well.

Alec closed his eyes and breathed through the pain of that revelation before he re-opened them, his eyes fierce and furious. "Then we bring him back." It was a simple statement, and with Catarina on standby to create the portal to send them to Edom, despite her reservations, there truly was only one answer. They were going to bring him back, or he was going to die trying.

Stalking to the armory, Alec threw the doors open, shadowhunters scattering in front of him. If they were going to fight a war in Edom, then they were going in prepared. He pulled out the stele and swiped at the hidden door in the back of the room, opening the weapons cache that the Clave liked to pretend didn't exist.

Jace's eyes widened. "What the hell is that?"

Alec reached out and pulled down a spare blade, and then the shotgun sitting on the stand, cocking it in an easy motion, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you really think that with a Weapons Master like Isabelle, the most advanced weaponry we had comes from the Bronze ages? Suit up, Jace."

Isabelle laughed in delight and dove into the cache. "We get to play with all the fun toys now!" She quickly moved to one side wall and began sliding the knives into her hair, into sheathes on her arms and picked up another of the guns and several ammunition packs. "It took me a long time to figure out how to integrate standard mundane ammunition with adamas, it's very explosive. But after-"

"After what happened with the dragondae demons, and how someone who can fly can devastate Institutes simply by taking out their only long-range weapon wielders, I gave Izzy the command to find another way. Mundanes had an answer, it was time that we looked at the same," Alec said, lifting a belt of cartridges over his head. "We are going to war, Jace, and I don't expect to be coming back." His voice was matter of fact and simple.

"You're going to come back," Jace said, his voice firm. "We're not going to leave you down there."

"Then we bring Magnus back," Alec shot back, his eyes blazing. "If it were Clary there, you would do anything and everything to bring her back, including staying there with her, wouldn't you?"

Clary stepped in beside them and ignored their surprised looks. "Of course he would, and I would do the same for all three of you. Now give me those pistols. Luke taught me to shoot years ago." She quickly holstered them and shot Alec a quick smile. "Magnus is my friend too, we're not leaving him to Edom."

Alec swallowed, giving her a quick nod before he turned away and grabbed a handful of blades, sliding them into the holsters on his thighs, before grabbing his bow and quiver, last of all. He tightened his hand around it and breathed slowly, in and out. They were going to rescue Magnus, they were going to find him, and they weren't going to stop.

Clary reached out and gently touched Alec's arm, meeting his eyes when they jumped to hers, smiling at him. "We're going to get him back, Alec."

"Damn right we are," Alec snarled, and stalked out of the cache, closing it behind all of them before turning to Catatrina and her wide eyes. He led the way to the portal room that they were using and ensured that Underhill had orders in the case of their return, and in case they did not. Once that was complete, it was a matter of stepping into the portal once it was on fire.

--

It burned.

Fire in his lungs, in his throat, in every inch of him, consuming him, until abruptly, all at once, it was gone. Alec stood up and looked around the red lit world, closing his eyes to try to breathe in deep, only to end up coughing. He could already feel how tired he was under the weight of the power in the realm. This is what it was going to be like to fight here. He looked around him and found the other three and gave them a nod, turning toward the castle that he could see in the difference.

"Let's go," he ordered, tightening his hand on his bow, drawing arrows. "Magnus is waiting for us and I have no doubt that we're going to fight an army on the way there."

~!~!~

Magnus snarled, not for the first time, the ring on his hand the only thing that could draw his attention as he paced across his room, his power snapping, bright and vibrant. Upstairs, his father was holding court with Lilith, bartering her safe passage through the rift that he would need to open in order to take her vengeance. Nevermind that he knew they would also make sure she disposed of what Asmodeus considered his little 'problem' with the Nephilim.

There was so little that he could do with his father and Lilith both standing against him in the realm, but what else was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to keep Alexander and his family safe after closing the rift behind him, locking himself into-

A roar of anger from his father had his head snapping up and Magnus turned and threw open the door to his room, striding up the stairs. To hell with either of them if they wanted to curse him for invading their meeting.

Magnus got to the top of the stairs, where the throne was and froze. Neither Lilith or his father were there, and there were no signs of a fight. He spun, looking around frantically when the scream of demons overhead, heading to the west made him turn in that direction. A cloud of demons was descending toward the ground. Reaching out with his power, Magnus frowned, trying to feel out what it was that was there, what would have caused the both of them to-

Nephilim.

Edom's voice was soft, a siren call of alert.

Nephilim had invaded.

More were coming by the minute.

Pouring into the realm.

Magnus' eyes slammed open as one of the signatures, faint, considering the amount of angelic power being drawn into the realm, was one that he recognized better than any other. With a swirl of violent blue magic, Magnus portaled himself to the only person that could own the signature.

Landing in the field, Magnus ducked under two swings of a seraph blade and heard Alec's thunderous voice echo across the army of Nephilim to stop. Magnus stared, wide-eyed, at the Nephilim who were pouring through the open portal behind them, even though others were engaged in fighting the demons around them.

Though he could feel Alec's signature, he couldn't see him and looked around wildly. The sound of guns going off had him ducking on instinct and it wasn't until he saw a demon explode into ichor and the sound of a shotgun reloading that Magnus was able to refocus on what was happening around him.

There Alec stood, sliding shells into the shotgun in his hands before raising it and shooting the next demon that dove at them, followed by another, then another. The sight of his empty quiver explained the mundane weapon, but not their effectiveness. The sound of another shot had Magnus spinning around, and there was Jace, and Clary, Clary of all people also wielding-

"Magnus!" Alec shouted, trying to move through the crowd toward him. He fired at another demon with a snarl and cut one more down with a seraph blade, finally making it to Magnus' side, breathing hard.

Even though he had been staring, the sight of Alec didn't seem real. "Alexander?" Magnus reached out to grab Alec, staring at him in shock, certain that his hands were betraying him, but it was real. Alec's eyes were burning white with angelic energy and Magnus could feel it pouring off of him in waves. "Alec, what-"

"I am not LEAVING you," Alec snarled, twisting them away from a diving demon so Jace could get an open shot to take it down. "We are bringing you back!"

"Did," Magnus looked around all of the Nephilim, all of those he recognized from the New York Institute and felt his eyes threaten to burn. "You all came for me?"

"Of course we did, now can you help?" Jace snapped. "You two can have your romantic reuinion as soon as we fight off the rest of them!" Turning to the fresh group who had come through the portal, he ordered them to support the other archers on the left side.

Magnus yanked Alec down into a desperate kiss, the one thing that he should have done before taking the portal to Edom and stared at him. "Give me a minute," he ordered, nearly laughing when Clary, Isabelle and several other shadowhunters moved to cover him from the waves of demons coming for them.

Magnus tilted his head back to look up at the sun. He could feel his father, Lilith, both of them waiting to see what he would do, how he would fight back against them, because right now, they were toying with the Nephilim. The shadowhunters that were slowly going to die in this realm if he didn't do something to help them and fight them. He pushed his feet deeper into the ground and reached out for the faint voices of Edom that he could still hear whispering in the back of his mind.

"Answer me," he whispered, his voice carrying on the winds. "I have fought for you, I have healed you, I have lived for you, and I was borne of you. I do not bring you to war, I do not seek to subdue you, I do nothing but ask for you to answer." Wind started to whip around him and Magnus felt it tug at his coat, at his magic, dust gathering in the air around him.

"Answer me," Magnus demanded, his magic growing in volume as he breathed in deep, the red-hot burning earth suddenly alive in his hands, the pulse of it growing louder and louder by the second. It was easy to feel now, the breath of every demon they were fighting, the violent dots of power that were his father and Lilith ahead of them, commanding the demons for them. Edom reached out for him, away from the toxic spread of power from his father and Magnus smirked, keeping his head tilted up to her sun.

Another loud, violent snap of magic echoed across the field and with a thunderclap, blue magic exploded out of Magnus, washing over the Nephilim, clearing the influence of Edom from them. His eyes blazed as he heard the roar of fury from his father and, behind him, Clary, somehow, explaining what he had done, and how they needed to get ready to charge.

Magnus took a step forward, through the ranks of shadowhunters protecting him, up to Alec, standing at the very front of the battle, of the approaching hoards of demons, Jace at his side. Magnus took another slow inhale, and took another step. Then another. The realm beneath his feet began to tremble and roar, and the demons that were attacking took a step back from him. Magnus looked at them, his magic billowing around him in a violent, electric blue cloud, ready to strike in a moment.

"Answer me!" Magnus screamed, and the answering roar of the realm shook the sky. He charged forward, his eyes on his father, destroying the charging demons with a wave of his arm, blue lightning cackling across the sky to strike at them again and again, scarring the landscape that quaked, pouring power into him, even as he spent more and more of it with every single motion of it.

Beside him, Magnus could feel the one presence that had never feared him, that stayed, step by step, despite the magical power pouring off of him in waves, and just beyond him, those that his lover called family. Magnus flooded them all with the power of his realm, the realm that would answer to him, that would become his through the neglect of his father and Lilith and they would have no say otherwise in the matter.

The demons in front of them trembled and Magnus stared at them, his arms curved and ready for the threat and attack they would attempt before breathing out, the weight of the realm behind him as he spoke.

"I have led you before for centuries. We have destroyed realm after realm together. Now you dare to raise arms against me. You know my name, you know the name I have chosen for myself. Do you stand in front of me?" Screams of the demons as they ignored the shouted order of Asmodeus behind them, as they shared looks.

When they began to charge forward, despite his threat, Magnus smirked and licked his lips. "Then war it is," he promised.

"Together," Alec promised, sharing a look with Magnus, cocking the shotgun in his hand again with a grin. "How do you think Lilith will like a shot of Adamas to the face?"

Magnus' answering grin was bright and feral as he turned. "I can't wait to find out."

"We'll punch a hole," Jace shouted, waving the Nephilim behind him through. "The portal is closed for now, leave the demons to us, you go tackle Lilith and Asmodeus."

Before, Magnus would have been afraid to face them, but now, with Alec standing beside him, it was easy to let the Nephilim ranks charge past them into the approaching demons before breaking through the line, headed for where Lilith and Asmodeus were sitting together, the both of them watching the battle.

Lilith laughed at the sight of them, her head falling back as she settled into her conjured chair. "Well, well, if it isn't the little princeling. Finally done moping in your room? Come here to play with the rest of us?"

Magnus snarled at her, his magic reacting in a bright blue flare of anger.

Alec stared her down and with a quick glance at Magnus, didn't bother to stop in front of them. He knew Magnus would have his back. He approached her, felt her eyes on him, curious and uninterested. She was going to regret that. Standing in front of her chair, Alec spun the shotgun in his hands and fired it at the demon standing by her side, watching it dissolve in a shouted scream.

In an instant, Lilith was out of the throne, her eyes on fire and Alec spun the gun again, pointing it directly at her. "Enjoy," he snarled, firing it point-blank, watching as the adamas and salt mixture sank into her skin and it began melting. A blue lightning bolt arched past him and destroyed the demon on his other side as Lilith stumbled backwards. Alec barely spared an instant to look at Asmodeus, cocking the gun again before firing it at Lilith another time, sending her stumbling.

"You'll pay for that, you little nephilim whore!" Lilith screamed, her fingers elongating into claws as she dove for him.

Alec dropped the shotgun and drew both of his seraph blades, catching her claws before he kicked her back shoving her to the ground, only to dive under a blast of magic from her.

--

Magnus kept his attention on his father. His magic would take care of Alexander as much as it was able, but the fight for the realm, with the two of them tearing Edom apart between them, was about to take place, and the rest of the battle began to fade away.

"You never learn, do you?" Asmodeus asked, shaking his head. "I have given you far too many chances, Magnus. I thought you understood, and coming back here, coming home you would see that I was right."

"You are wrong," Magnus said, his voice reverberating with power, even as he stared his father down. "You are wrong about everything, about Alexander, and especially about me."

Asmodeus narrowed his eyes. "You know that I could kill you all in an instant."

Magnus laughed, low and harsh, summoning a black blade to his fingertips, one gifted to him by Asmodeus centuries ago. "You could try, after, but you would fail."

"We'll see about that, won't we?" Asmodeus purred, diving forward, summoning a blade of his own.

--

Alec could feel the ever-increasing worry from Jace through the parabatai bond, but it clearly wasn't worry for themselves. From the brief glances he could see, the shadowhunters were holding their own against the demons coming at them, but his and Magnus' fight against Lilith and Asmodeus was going on too long. He didn't duck fast enough under a slash from Lilith and her claws caught his shoulder, making him shout in pain.

He felt Jace's answering shout, and Clary's echo, but it was Magnus Alec FELT, rather than heard react, and before Alec could tell him to worry about his own fight, Asmodeus had charged forward to wrap a hand around Magnus' throat. Alec froze, his heart pounding wildly. When Asmodeus' eyes met his, Alec's heart constricted as he watched Asmodeus start to SQUEEZE.

Magnus kicked out at his father, but his magic was sputtering under the suffocation of his own magic and he tore at the hand around his throat, trying to warn Alec to retreat, to get back, their eyes meeting right before he watched Alec close his eyes. "Alec, no, no!"

"Jace!" Alec screamed the word, tossing his blade into the air, spinning away from Lilith, before racing for Asmodeus and Magnus. Magnus' magic was surging around him in the protective cloud that had been keeping him safe for what felt like hours, and Alec pushed forward, batting aside the defense that Asmodeus lifted up and tackled the demon. He grabbed the spare blade in his belt, twisting it before slamming it into Asmodeus' heart. Alec pulled the blade out and drove it in again and again, tearing it through ichor and demon blood that poured over his arms, burning every inch of his skin.

There was a scream, and then a thunderous echo in the distance. The magic that had been tearing at him started to glow brighter and Alec plunged the knife into Asmodeus once more, staring at wide and shocked golden eyes before snarling. "You will never hurt him again." He twisted the knife and closed his eyes, screaming as the power bleeding off of Asmodeus started to rip into him.

--

Magnus scrambled to his feet, trying to race for Alec, to warn him that his adamas might wound Asmodeus, but it wouldn't be enough to kill him, wouldn't be enough to end him- when there was a scream so loud it seemed to rend the realm in two. Staring in shock, Magnus watched a tornado of power erupt from where his father had been, before he went still, everything going still around him.

He had barely an instant to see Alec's wide and terrified eyes before they were clenched shut as Alec screamed as Edom's power began to flood into him. Alec had killed the ruler, and now the power would come to them both. Magnus managed to get to his feet, watching as Alexander's runes started to bleed, the angelic power in him completely at war with the demonic power flooding into him. The two types of power were going to tear him apart.

"Alec!" Magnus shouted, finally managing to kneel in front of him, grabbing at his face, and wiping the blood away from the corners of his eyes. "Alec look at me!"

Magnus shook Alec again, and when dazed and bloodshot eyes looked at him, he pressed their foreheads together, his chest heaving desperately. Lilith was screaming in the background but someone was fighting her, someone was keeping her away from them. He pressed his hands tighter to Alec's cheeks and heaved in a breath, staring at Alec.

"You have to let it in, Alexander," Magnus told him, using magic to deafen the roar around them, so Alec could hear him. "You have to let it in, or it's going to kill you, it's going to rip you apart and kill the angelic parts of you."

"Magnus," Alec whispered. "I…"

"I know," Magnus said, his voice edging into a sob as he watched Alec's eyes go hazy with pain. There was so much blood and he could feel Alec starting to sway. "You have to give it up, you have to, or the demonic power is going to kill you, Alec, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stop it, I'm sorry."

Magnus trembled as he felt Alec's arm come around his waist and pressed their foreheads tighter together. The tornado of power pouring into Alec was only getting stronger by the second and Magnus didn't let go. Alec was an empty cup that it was attempting to feel and he could already hear the pulse of Edom reaching out to the both of them, naming them ruler together, and he sobbed, holding on tighter. It was up to Alec now, and whatever choice he made. Die as a nephilim or live as…

--

Alec closed his eyes and leaned into Magnus.

There never was a choice.

He was going to say, no matter what. No matter what.

Giving up his faith, giving up what he was?

It was easier than he expected.

The second his runes were gone, burned away by the demonic power, the last thread remaining - the bond between he and Jace snapping - before Alec felt Magnus' magic grab it and pull it back right where it belonged, Alec sucked in a frantic breath as everything seemed to go quiet.

The tornado of power was rapidly fading, and while it wasn't as strong as it once was, Alec could feel Jace worried about him, that worry overpowering everything else. He blinked his eyes open slowly and stared up at the sun ahead of them. The air felt normal, no longer hot and heavy, and beneath him, he could feel the heartbeat of the realm, and how his own heartbeat echoed it.

"Alexander? Alec, can you look at me?"

Magnus' demand was easy and Alec slowly tilted his head back down, staring at Magnus, at the blood streaked on his hands, along with soot and sweat, clearly exhausted and bruised, his body shaking. Alec reached out to touch him, to rub a finger along his cheek, cupping his face slowly, carefully.

"Alec," Magnus sobbed in relief. "Fuck, Alec, you…"

Alec swallowed, his mouth dry and blinked a few times, the pounding his ears almost too loud to hear Magnus as he nodded. He looked around, looked at the other shadowhunters that had followed him, against orders, into Edom, and at Jace, Isabelle, and Clary, all of them standing and grinning at him. He leaned into Magnus.

"I'm okay," Alec barely managed. "I'm… fuck I'm okay. What happened?"

Magnus tightened his arms around him, squeezing him tight. "Lilith and my father are gone." He swallowed and looked at all of the New York Institute shadowhunters, daring them to say a word before he turned back to Alec. "You ah. You evoked a hierarchy claim on Edom by killing Asmodeus here. Edom, well. She's half yours now."

Alec blinked and stared at Magnus. "It's what?"

Magnus wanted to laugh, but the sight of golden slitted eyes on Alec just made him smile and he leaned in for a desperate kiss. "You, you had to give up being a Nephilim, or the magic was going to kill you. But you're now, well. A Prince of Hell in your own right."

Alec frowned, squinting at Magnus before he heard Clary and Izzy start to laugh on the other side of him. He looked over Magnus' shoulder at them and scowled. "What's so funny?"

"You decided to come to Edom to rescue Magnus, you head down here with no plan other than fight, you kill the king of the demon realm, which is the second Greater Demon you have killed by the way," Isabelle said, ticking off her fingers. "And somehow you also became a Prince of Hell. I don't envy you that paperwork, hermano."

Alec's lips curved into a smirk. "Well," he said with a cough. "If I'm no longer one of Raziel's children, Izzy, sounds like it's actually YOUR paperwork."

Isabelle blanched, her eyes widening.

Alec grinned and turned his attention back to Magnus, pressing their foreheads again. "About that dramatic and romantic reuinion?" he asked, hopeful.

Magnus shook his head, a relieved breath escaping him. "You came for me," he whispered. "You came for me, Alexander."

"Of course I did," Alec breathed. "I'm, I love you. I'm always going to rescue you." He wrapped an arm around Magnus and pulled him into a soft kiss. "I love you, and I am going to marry you. You're stuck with me FOREVER," he emphasized.

Magnus' breath caught in his chest and tears started to gather on his lashes as he held onto Alec even tighter. "That, that sounds amazing," he admitted, his fingers tangled in Alec's hair. "Know what sounds even better?"

Alec laughed, low and hoarse. "Celebrating our engagement?"

Magnus grinned. "That, and…" he lifted Alec's fingers slowly, and with a small nudge of his own magic, watched as silver-white magic flared to life in Alec's palm. "Watching you learn to use your magic."

Alec's breath caught and he dropped his hand, yanking Magnus into another kiss. Learning his magic could wait, they had forever. It could wait.

[resistanceisfeudal]

Season 2 finale reaction

Opening the episode with everyone standing a responsible 2 metres apart. Safety first.

Somebody let seven change her shirt please

Hehe yes jl

Again the theme and credits still slap

Tallinn accidentally blurting out a thesis statement for the show

Ooh yes genius hacker raffi

I think I blame Angelina Jolie or maybe Carrie Anne Moss for this but goddamn hypercompetant queer coded hacker women my word my ovaries my dear

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... I apologise for being bi on main again. Let's get back to it.

Dr soong is the Jacob Rees-Mogg of star trek. In a couple of ways tbh

I can't believe a star trek show included a character too smart for the ole outfit change technique

OK but from Renee's perspective this is creepy af

Have you tried, idk, just grabbing a drone and holding it down?

Ew very creepy soong

Yay Rios!!! I liked this victory moment it was wholesome

Tallinn came here to dispense wisdom and die. And she's all out of wisdom

OK that was mean I actually liked this. Orla Brady served this season

Let's be real he's actually the Elon Musk of star trek

KORE

Yes. My wife. Also hacking, because of course. Baby yes she gets something to dooooo!!!!!

Wait what? Um. Khan. Um....

I thought Khan was 1990s in star trek canon? Or was that retconned? Either way it's a clunky as fuck reference not a fan

Um

The fuck

What

Why

.... I don't like this

This episode is bizarrely structured what the hell

Wes here trying to make the dumb nerd time travel people seem cool. They're not. They're dweebs. We all know. Enterprise got this right.

That was random. But I'm glad kore has stuff to do.

KISS

OH MY GOSH MY DARLINGS

KISS KISS KISS

... honestly I don't think I ever truly understood qcard until this moment. I get it

Know thyself.... OK so tangent

"Know thyself" is the usual translation of the words (γνώθι σεαυτον) inscribed in the stone at the oracle of delphi. I mostly know it from the phaedrus but it's kind of everywhere in Greek philosophy. It's interpreted in range of different ways and is all over the place in "intellectual" pop culture. I love this. It's pretentious. It's high camp. Feed it to me with a ladle.

"Why me?" 🥺

I like this convo between q and jl a lot

Very gay 10/10

Get yourself a woman who will not doubt your ability to kill a god. Seven is wife material.

Teresa and child exist in this scene as props. But okay we all knew this was coming. I don't love it, I don't even like it but I'll talk about it some other time.

Forr the record, I hope that off screen Cris and Teresa had some amazing times together, and that whatever project santiago cabrera went off to work on is a success. I've been appreciating that man since Heroes so yes ❤ miss you already

Hahaha omg

Omg the hug

Yes

Heyyyyyy agnes

"Do not resist."

Ahhhh

Woop elnor!!!

Poor thing he doesn't even know what happened or that they'd be returning!!!

My baby kochanie my love my baby

I cannot believe that Agnes through shere power of nerddom reformed the fucking borg. I love her

Irrelevant but the polski shelf at Tesco's had Ukrainian chałwa. I tried it and tbh it's not as good. Solidarity anyway!

OK so dessert break over

This is sweet. Rios is a legend. Still sad he was written out tho

Sometimes a found family is you, your beautiful cyborg wife and your assassin nun son.

N'awww that was cute

It didn't do the thing I was dreading (ending on a massive cliffhanger). I think I'll definitely watch s3. Was pleasantly surprised by this despite some complaints. I have a more thought out retrospective planned but for now? Mostly positive, some complaints.

Also did I mention elnor????

[littleladymab]

For the meta ask game - 3 and 20!

wah-heyyyyyY!!!!

3) What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Okay I still can't be arsed to do it because I am getting ready to play DND and I know myself, it will turn into a whole thing but there are two that I'm currently rotating in my head. One I will tell you about, because the "star wars but fantasy au" has been shoving itself into the forefront of my mind thanks to big bang group chat. Specifically!

A More Civilized Age pod brought up an AU idea that I'm absolutely obsessed with and it's "what if, after the whole 'Boba Fett tries to kill Mace Windu' arc of TCW, Bail Organa goes "what this kid needs is a positive parental influence in his life' because lord knows Aurra Sing AIN'T IT and so just in addition to an ENTIRE au in which Boba Fett grows up in the Organa household and then gets to become a protective older brother to Leia, I really wanted a conversation between him and Ahsoka. Because she was part of the team that brought him in, and while I can't remember the bulk of the conversation that I wanted, Here's Ahsoka, just 4 years older than Boba, but look at how differently their lives were shaped and altered by the existence of the Clone Wars and also the idea of being child soldiers/weapons.

Anyway, my dream is to one day write a fantasy au which will have Boba as Leia's protective older brother who will absolutely give Han shit but will absolutely side-eye Luke so hard when he finally comes into the picture but I don't have anything but the Desire and Vibes right now. Maybe for next SW Big Bang

(don't hold me to it)

20) Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

It was funny because when I was reading over these prompts originally I was like "oh no if someone asks me 20 then I'll just have to confess that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing what are THEMES" but that's kind of a lie, I just never really recognize them myself. Especially because I have....... so many different things i'm doing at any given point.

So Here's just like, a general sort of list of things I do and like about my writing! I'm not a particularly clever author, imo, I plan everything well in advance so I don't feel like there are any surprises? but also that's because i get too into what I'm doing that I can't see the forest for the trees or w/e anywho

I think one of my fav things about writing for SW is that there's so much content everywhere, that I can pull a reference from a source and add it into a fic as a throwaway reference. For Phoenix Suite, I did reference the fact that Kallus likes to wake up early because it is the quietest part of the day -- a fun little tidbit that I pulled from the jr novel adaption of the S1 finale. For far from the home I've made, I referenced the fact that in one of the Rebels comics, Kallus mentions that he arrived on Courscant for training, implying that he came from off-world (who actually knows, but I took it and ran with it). I also wanted to include the fact that Ezra was friends with someone who moved to Alderaan, but I wasn't able to fit the conversation of what happened to Alderaan into the chapter because it was already uhhh way too long.

I absolutely looooove to make the inhuman experience human emotions, while also expressing their inhumanity. I use 'inhuman' extremely loosely here, mostly for just 'anything beyond the mundane'. Far from the home I've made has Ezra being sad and scared while at the same time coming from an experience in which he sacrificed himself to save an entire planet. My place to land has Signet giving away pieces of herself in order to ensure that Echo doesn't lose their eye, though it results in both of them being half-blind for a bit. every open eye has Sasha fully ready to surrender herself to the Stranger in order to save Jon. I had an answer for Mwyr, but I forgot what it was, but that's OC content and we don't have time to unpack all of that lolol

I LOVE PEOPLE BEING A MESS. BEING AWFUL TO REMEMBER TO DO THINGS, GETTING INTO RELATIONSHIPS THEY SHOULDN'T. This adheres more to OC stuff, here's to all these normal people being normal messes, amirite???

One of my favorite uhhhh not really tropes but like, identifiable "mab" things in my writing, is I love the physicality of an intimate moment. Like, non-sexual acts of intimacy, and just residing in the physicality of it. A friend left me a comment about how they noticed it in my writing before and love it, and I've been riding that high for like, two and a half years LMAO

I also just love writing friends being friends and being in love with each other like there is nothing better to me than found family and also just a pair of friends being non-romantically in love with each other where you can look at them and go BESTIES!!!!

that's all I got time for, time for dnd, but HEY!!! Feel free to ask me more meta writing questions if you'd like, everyone :')