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keepmycandleburning · 14 days ago

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I've seen some posts before with the idea that Voldemort was angry at Bellatrix, or refused to speak to her, for an entire year after the battle at the Department of Mysteries. Let's look what's in the books...

The DoM battle happens on the third Thursday night/early Friday morning (according to the Daily Prophet in OotP ch 38) in June, which is June 20-21, 1996. June begins in ch 31, professors are reviewing that week, and then starting the following Monday (June 10) OWLS go for 2 school weeks (until June 21) , and Harry has history of magic the second week on Thursday which is June 20.

In ch 1 of HBP, the Muggle minister is in his office at the end of a long week of bad things happening, and he's confused about all the mist 'in the middle of July.'

In ch 5, Ron says it's been 'a month' since OWLs, so ch 3-5 are somewhere around July 10-July 21 if he's being accurate. OWL results come on a Saturday because Dumbledore picked up Harry on Friday night. The beginning of ch 6 says Harry spent the 'next few weeks' at the Burrow, and the summary of that includes his birthday, and then the booklists come the day after his birthday so August 1. Exact timelines are not a strongsuit of these books LOL but given that Harry spent multiple weeks at the Burrow before August 1, and ch 3-5 happened after ch 1, I'd guess Dumbledore picked up Harry on Friday July 12.

The Spinner's End scene in ch 2 happened somewhere in mid-July. I see no reason these chapters would not be in chronological order. Given that ch 1 is also in the middle of July and ch 3 is likely July 12, I'd place ch 2 around July 10-12. This makes sense as Bellatrix refers to the DoM battle as 'a few weeks ago.' Actually, I think that ch 1, 2, and 3 all took place on the evening of Friday July 12 since the minister's at the 'end' of a long week. And in fact the first sentence of ch 2 actually seems to maybe imply this was the same day.

Anyway, this is all to say that only three weeks have passed between the DoM battle and the time that Bellatrix is saying her and Voldemort are having some sort of communication issue 'lately.' And regardless, what she seems to be saying isn't that he's furiously angry with her or hates her but simply that they're not in a place where she's going to go to him right now to complain about one of his favorite DEs. This is all so incredibly reasonable.

'He shares everything with me' doesn't appear to be untrue even at this current point, as all three of the characters here acknowledge how highly classified and confidential the information about Draco's task is (to the point that Bellatrix acts shocked that Snape, who Narcissa refers to as Voldemort's 'favorite, his most trusted advisor,' knows about it), and clearly Bellatrix has been made aware of it. So she's still high ranking and included it's just that she can't really start complaining to Voldemort about someone he values right now or start questioning him to his face (an important implication here being that usually Bellatrix can and would complain to or question Voldemort to his face, and Snape knows that; so instead of doing this, she's essentially just questioning him behind his back instead lol, but notably for his Voldemort's good—which is the same reason we see her disobey him at the Ministry and in the forest).

Again this is all so reasonable, it's so normal to be upset for a few weeks when someone was involved in something important that upset you. As far as Bellatrix is concerned, their relationship is far from permanently damaged—she defends him passionately and repeatedly throughout this chapter (and not just about Snape, she even gasps simply when Narcissa references how Voldemort wasn't able to kill Dumbledore) and speaks of their positive relationship in the present tense ('shares,' 'calls me').

There's nothing that I see to suggest Voldemort was angry with Bellatrix or ignored her or whatever for an entire year. I'm not sure where the idea he was ignoring her or giving her the silent treatment comes from; this isn't the sort of thing we see Voldemort do at other points in the series. For example, when he's unhappy with Lucius about the prophecy, he doesn't avoid him or ignore him, he goes to his house and mocks him repeatedly. When he's later unhappy with Lucius about Harry's escape from Malfoy Manor, he continues using the Manor as his headquarters (I assume that's where he gets the cup news because Lucius & Bellatrix are there) and even keeps Lucius with him during the Battle of Hogwarts in the Shrieking Shack. And this is of course for practical reasons (or so he claims. I'm a bit bewildered at how Voldemort apparently needs round the clock care from Wormtail and yet can torture him and kill people whenever necessary) but when he's upset with Wormtail he lives with him for a whole year (patterns...) and doesn't let him leave the Riddle House.

My interpretation here is that after the DoM battle Voldemort probably spent some amount of time making fun of Bellatrix and being mockingly rude to her (which btw isn't mutually exclusive with physical punishment, as Voldemort does both these things to Wormtail in GoF ch 29) and therefore she hadn't gotten any chance to have a genuine conversation with him about Snape after the DoM heightened her concerns about him. Voldemort did this for at least three weeks, but the claim of 'a year' is first of all unsupported (that's WAY longer and nothing implies that) and second of all by a year after the DoM battle he appears to be living in her house with her (or at least using it as headquarters, but considering he lived with Wormtail and also Quirrell as punishment I do see it as him now doing the same to Lucius and Draco), in a distinctly different way than he is doing so with the three Malfoys as you can see in the very obvious body language and verbal differences in the way these characters speak to Voldemort in The Dark Lord Ascending. Bellatrix WANTS him there.

Anyway my point is the rift between Bellatrix and Voldemort after the Department of Mysteries fiasco was likely short lived and not super severe

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romanarose · 11 months ago

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IYWBW: Bonus chapter: Candy

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Summary: Candy's thoughts

Warnings: Drug use, slight smut, feelings (eek!), sex work, im just gonna say dub con because she's not exactly thrilled with this part of sex work.

Immersibility: Reader is Latina, had curly hair, fem

AUTHORS NOTE: Because I am a shitty writer, the smut from last chapter came off to a lot of people as a threesome. I edited it so the Santi's bits are in italics and i think its more clear. The scene was meant to portray two DIFFERENT scenes.

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As Candy did a long line, the party in it's height, she was thankful this was a perk of the job. She'd already fucked 3 men tonight and then of of the other girls at the party while a group watched and christ, she was gtting tired. The drug began to pulse through her veins, however, giving Candy renewed vigor to finish the last stretch of the night. She had been able to take a breather, thank god, and was having a few drinks and a few lines, occaionaly chatting with the men and other women, most of whom she knew.

The girls liked Candy because Candy stood up for herself and for them, offering a layer of protection in a harsh world. Things could be dangerous in this line of work, women were killed all the time, but it'd not like Candy had a lot of options. She needed to get out. She needed to get a visa and go to America. She needed to get Javi something him and Santi could use.

What she'd do there, she wasn't sure, but it had to be better than this.

If her work only consisted of men she chose coming to her apartment when she chose, it would be a good job. Candy didn't mind her work most of the time and there were men like Javi and Santi who made it fun. That was good.

However, that wasn't paying the bills, so Candy had to attend these parties.

Another line of coke. She was aching and needed at least one more fuck from a rich man if she was going to be able to afford an air conditioning unit this summer. With air conditioning, she was more likly to get clients during the hot months; no one wanted to fuck in a muggy apartment in mid-july.

Javi would come either way, she knew.

Despite the fight, they had been able to repair things and her and Javier were back to normal, having excellant sex she got paid for. Santi too, although the sex was different, it was still just as mind blowing. Santiago reminded her of a little puppy, desperate and eager and wanting so badly to please... and please he did.

She tried so hard with those two not to fall, but it was hard. Santiago was so sweet, so adoring, so fucking good. Javier was strong, gentle, passionate. Both of them made her feel safe and loved. Sometimes, when she was lonely and tired and a little drunk, Candy would fanaticize about what a life might be with either of them, if they wanted kids, what they would be like as her husband.

She couldn't be that far off, could she? They both cared about her, that much was obvious. Especially with Santi, he was so open, so loving, so adoring as he looked up at her with those big brown eyes with his mouth devouring between her legs... did he want her outside of this?

And Javi, the night he made up with her and brought her the Audry Heffburn poster... he hadn't paid her, he hadn't fucked her, he simply fingered her until she came three times on his soaked hand and tucked her safely into bed... would he want a life with her, where they could fuck every night and she could make him the food he was always munching on when stressed?

Hands wrapped around her waist.

"Hola, Candy, I havn't seen you hardly all night." Martin Lorea, the drug lord that her two favorite clients were after, and a frequent client of hers. His hands lifted up her skirt and slipped two fingers under her panties, feeling her soaked folds.

"Mmmm" Candy liked the way he touched her, it was no Javi, but it did feel like. "I've been busy."

"I can feel that." Martin references the cum dripping out of her. "Better do one more, bebita." He leans around her, cutting up the last of the coke into two lines and doing one himself. "I've got lots of plans for you tonight. Don't worry, I'll make it worth it."

He would. He always paid well, liking to flaunt his wealth. Candy did one last line, feeling everything become less and less clear around her, and she barely felt it as he bent her over the table a little too roughly and her face pressed into the wood.

Her skirt was lifted in front of all the party goer, and Candy did her best to put on a preformence.

She had to get out of here, and the only way was to find out information from Lorea to give to Javi.

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Yeeeeesh. That was a little dark than I intended. Don't worry, candy is okay! I'm trying to find a blance between not like, demonizing sex work, because this is a sex work safe blog, but also being honest about the realities of being a prostitute in Colombia in the 70's. its not always pretty, in fact its often ugly.

ANYWAY! My belovedest Fen and I are working on the next chapter and it's gonna be a goodie!

I'm doing what I do best, HIGH DRAMA! And Fen is gonna deliver some of the BEST smut with baby santi and his mommy issues.

This is a v smut focused series but im lowkey a little smut burned out and i got a lot of project im trying to wrap up so fen is being amazing and helping me. Plus, this particularly smut is riiiiiiiiggghhhttt up their ally. If you like subby men, check out fens great work at @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction esp fics like Trine, with subby! blue jones and Good Boy with steven grant

thank you for you're continued support! Only a few chapters left <3

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defibrillate-the-hidden · 5 months ago

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Haven't written a resus story in probably over a decade so be nice, actually doesn't include any resus so more of a whump story? idk felt like writing

"Hi Kelly, my name is Dr. Caldwell. How are you feeling?"

Kelly Walker's eyes darted from the kindly pale, freckled face hidden behind wisps of chestnut hair of the woman standing over her to the bright fluorescent lights of the ER hallway as they slowly rolled her down.

"I've been better," she choked out around the oxygen mask firmly held to her face.

"Well, let's see if we can help improve that a bit. Do you have any pain or discomfort?" she asked, looking over her.

Kelly managed as close to a nod as possible through the straps holding her firmly to the bright orange backboard. "My left hand is numb, my left knee hurts, it hurts to take a deep breath, and my neck and upper back hurt," she explained slowly.

The doctor nodded. "It looks like you might have a few broken bones. Any pain in your chest, abdomen, anything like that?" She gently probed Kelly's abdomen and chest with a stethoscope as she asked.

"No," Kelly responded firmly.

"Okay," she looked up to her coworkers. "Vitals are looking normal. Let's get her into imaging, get an X-ray on the hand, knee, chest, and neck, and we'll go from there."

Two hours earlier, Kelly Walker was curled up on the couch in her family's RV, her Yorkshire Terrier Lugnut sleeping in a ball by her feet.

"Kelly, time to go!" her mother called from the door to her 19-year-old daughter. Kelly tapped the small dog on the rear lightly to stir him and then slid off the couch. She caught a quick glance at herself in the mirror, zipping the front of her cream fire suit to the base of her chest and wrapping her sleeves around herself to hold it in place.

"I really need to get a new colored suit," she commented to her mom as she jumped down the stairs and out the door. "The cream just blends into my skin, and I just look like a mop of dark brown hair and floating green eyes."

Her mother chuckled slightly. "Convince my brother's dairy farm to change the color of his logo and the color of your car, and we'll get you a new fire suit. But no one sees you in the damn thing anyway!"

"They will in the victory lane celebration later," Kelly responded quickly with a mischievous glimmer of confidence in her eye.

Her mother smiled proudly but also a bit suspiciously at her daughter as the two began to climb the small wooden footbridge to the track's infield. The sun blasted the last warm rays of a Carolina summer evening on their backs.

At three-quarters of a mile, Blue Ridge Fairgrounds was one of the longer dirt tracks in the South. A sweeping D oval let the street stocks that ran there run nearly wide open and emphasized keeping the cars' momentum high through the turns. Success here was often seen as a harbinger of success at higher levels of racing, but for Kelly Walker, tonight was its own high point of the season.

The mid-July race during the Blue Ridge Fair was the midpoint of her racing season, one of the biggest under the lights. The multicolored lights of the nearby rides and games from the fair gave the atmosphere a bigger feel than a normal race weekend.

Large covered wooden stands, reminiscent of early 20th-century baseball stadiums, wrapped around the front straightaway and were often filled for the A main on fair weekends, heightening the energy.

Kelly had surprisingly done well in the prior day's qualifying events, putting her car in 7th place out of the 16 that would take the green flag. It wasn't enough to have anyone outside of her whispering about an upset win, but her confidence also did not seem entirely out of place.

The two women arrived at the cream and red street stock moments later as Kelly undid her sleeves and pulled the rest of her suit on. Her father, a burly mustached man of 55, handed her a racing helmet that felt too big on her small frame. She held it firmly to her side as the last notes of the anthem finished over the track's PA system and an excited rumble from the crowded grandstands filled the sticky but rapidly cooling mountain air.

Kelly quickly climbed in through the window, the rest of the world fading as she slipped into her seat, tightened her belts, and pulled on her helmet for the evening. The final wisps of sunlight disappeared beneath the western horizon as the command was given to start the cars, and they rolled out onto the grid.

Along with being one of the more prestigious races of the summer season, it was also one of the longest by mileage. Kelly took long, deep breaths as they ran the pace laps, flexing her fingers over the steering wheel. "Patience," she urged herself as they filed in behind the pace car.

"Just remember, long race tonight. Can't win it in turn one, and it's all about momentum, so we want to be there at the end," her dad's voice cut in over their radio. Kelly nodded in response, though no one could see her. She chuckled quietly to herself, realizing the foolishness of her muted response. She considered responding vocally, but the moment was gone by the time she found the courage to hit the radio button on her steering wheel.

She flexed her fingers one last time as the cars came out of turn four and in sight of the flag stand, a flash of green against the night sky unleashed the cars into turn one.

On her outside, the brown and gold car of Nick Thompson got a good jump going into the turn and got around her for 7th. Kelly slid in behind him and followed as they roared down the back straightaway for turn 3.

The typical nervous energy of a big race seemed subdued as the 16 drivers rode around the early laps nearly single file. It seemed everyone was going to follow their own mantras of patience as they let the first few laps click off.

After 8 laps, Emma Parker, the only other female driver in the race, got a good run to the outside of her brother Jackson coming out of turn 2 and raced him hard down the back straight for 5th. Nick chose to follow her as they entered turn three, opening the bottom for Kelly, who gladly took the opportunity to regain 7th place and hoped Jackson might overdrive his sister into turn one, giving Kelly a chance to pick off all three spots in a single lap.

She was able to pull alongside Nick's car as they got through the center of the corner, but the dirty air off Jackson's rear made Kelly's car understeer and slide up towards Nick's. In a desperate attempt to keep off Nick's car, she input more wheel into the turn, but without the downforce of clean air, the back end of her car became free and lifted out from under her, turning her hard out of the fourth turn.

Kelly's car slid off the lightly embanked dirt towards the infield as she let out a frustrated profanity. She turned hard back into the spin to try and correct it before noticing out of the corner of her eye that she was rapidly approaching an exposed light post wrapped in tires at the base. After a moment of paralyzed indecision, she smartly let go of the steering wheel and went to pull her hands back, keenly aware of only one thing—this was going to hurt.

Kelly had been in many wrecks in her life; she had been driving since she could fit in a go-kart at 4 years old, and none ever felt less jarring or annoying, but this hit was something much harder than even she had expected.

The car impacted the tires just behind the wheel well to her right front in a bone-jarring crunch. The suspension on the front right split almost immediately from the impact and clawed into the tire barrier, whipping the car like a catapult around the light post and ripping most of the front-end housing loose from the car. The rear end dug into the exposed dirt, rolling the car once before it landed hard, practically on the floorboard. There was an audible gasp from the crowd over the roar of the engines as the car came to rest.

Inside the battered car, the wreck was even more violent. The sound of hitting the pole was like a shotgun going off in Kelly's right ear, and the violent whipping of the car as it spun off the pole slammed her into her seat in a way she had not expected.

The whole experience was over in 5 seconds, but it felt like 5 minutes inside the car. There was an eerie silence in the moments after the car came to rest as Kelly started to take note of what had happened.

Her eyes shot open unexpectedly; she honestly hadn't even realized she had been knocked out. There was a sudden rush as she saw the pole approaching, then the ear-shattering crunch as she hit it, and next she was fully aware she was sitting awkwardly in the mangled wreckage of her car. The steering column sat awkwardly against the gearbox, and the whole dashboard had shifted 6 inches to the left, breaking the A-pillar of her windshield.

That was the point where the pain overwhelmed her nervous system. Her left hand fell limp to her leg as the pain overwhelmed her wrist, hips, and knee. Her head, neck, and upper back felt as though they had been twisted in half as she fell back into her racing seat, grimacing in pain. She swore various profanities again as her head rested awkwardly against the headrest of her racing seat.

"Kelly, you okay? Come on, speak to us, kiddo!" her dad yelled over the radio. She wasn't even sure how many times he had said something before she registered the sounds in her ears. She went to reach for the radio button, but the steering wheel was so off-center she could barely reach for it without recoiling in pain.

"Kelly! You okay?!" a track worker asked loudly as he got to her window. He lowered the net quickly as she groaned a forced "ow" in response, her only way to really let anyone know she was awake.

She knew she was slumped over awkwardly in her seat as an older, salt-and-pepper-haired EMT climbed in through the badly misshapen passenger window. Honestly, if not for the immense pain overwhelming her, she would've been impressed with his flexibility.

"Hey Kelly, my name is Tucker. I'm one of the docs here at the track. How are you?" he asked calmly.

"Fuck," was all the labored response she could muster.

Tucker chuckled calmly. "Understandable. Can you give me a little more than that? What's hurting?"

Kelly took a few harsh breaths. "Everything on the left side," she managed to wince out. "Hand, wrist, ankle, knee, back, neck—everything."

Tucker nodded. "Okay, we're gonna get you out of here. Because you're saying your back and neck hurt, we're gonna have to take the roof off and get you on a board, okay?"

Kelly forced herself to give a weak thumbs-up with her right hand, but honestly, it sounded like hell. She wanted nothing more than to climb from the car and crawl under the track surface, never to be seen again. She was physically hurt, but emotionally, her pride was more destroyed than her car. The hours of work they had put in had been for nothing, and her season was over, even if she only had some bad bruises. A small family team didn't have a spare car lying around, and she could see bits of the infield grass through the front of her car where the engine was supposed to be. Even in her damaged state, it was obvious the car was beyond any form of repair, whether they left the roof on or not.

Tucker reached out of the car and then came back in with a white plastic neck brace. "Kelly, I'm gonna put this brace on to keep your neck steady, and then we're gonna help you get that helmet off so it's a little easier to talk to you, okay?" he explained calmly.

She didn't respond; honestly, she was not really in the right space to talk to anyone right now. He worked quickly and calmly, getting the brace on her neck and slowly removing her helmet. With her helmet off, the cool night air hit her face like a brick. Her eyes blinked against the pain, and warm tears burned her eyes and cheeks.

A young woman who couldn't have been old enough to drink leaned into the driver's side window. "Hi Kelly, I'm Becky. I work with Tucker here at the track," the lanky blonde girl said in a thick southern drawl that even took Kelly, a native Carolinian, by surprise. "I'm gonna undo the top of your suit here and just listen to your breathing and your chest, just see how everything's working, okay?" Kelly gave a forced thumbs-up again with her right hand, as if she really had any choice.

Tucker turned away and started working with the EMTs to help remove broken pieces of the car. Kelly turned her attention to that as Becky gently unzipped the top half of her fire suit. She probed the top of her chest gently, but as she reached lower along her rib cage beneath her sports bra, Kelly recoiled with a sharp grimace of pain.

"Oops, sorry hun, I won't touch there anymore. Where's the pain?" Becky asked.

Kelly grabbed a few sharp breaths. "Goes from my side to my back," she labored out.

The rescue team was able to remove the broken windshield without cutting into the car, and the A-post was so badly damaged it easily cut in half. They peeled the frame off the driver's compartment and removed Kelly's belts slowly before sliding a hard plastic board behind Kelly's back. They slowly lowered her back and slid her gingerly onto the backboard. Kelly was surprised how little it hurt to move her.

Unfortunately, strapping her to the board was less forgiving, as the thick nylon straps dug into her shins and forehead. There were small pads on them, but they were of little comfort. Secured to the stretcher, they began to pull Kelly out of her wrecked car. For the first time, she was struck by the silence—there was no roar of the engines, and even the crowd had gone silent. She was unsure if she had gone deaf for a moment until she realized the race had been stopped for the accident, which unsurprisingly did little to help her mood.

She tried to give a labored thumbs-up with her right arm to signal to her family and anyone else that she was okay, even though she knew that wasn't exactly an accurate description of her condition. There was a muffled applause of support from the crowd as her arm moved.

They loaded her quickly into the back of the waiting rig and began to drive off. Becky took a pair of shears to the fire suit, cutting the length of Kelly's left side. The inside of the rig felt like a blast freezer to her exposed skin. Becky snipped away the side of her black Nike sports bra to get to her hurt ribs but kept most of the fabric across her chest for modesty. Tucker quickly inserted an IV into her right elbow so confidently Kelly didn't even notice it was happening until the warm relief of pain medication hit her bloodstream.

It was at this point, with some of the pain subsiding, that she noticed her vision was fuzzy in her left eye, and she closed it softly against the harsh lights. "How ya feelin' there, hun?" Becky asked caringly.

"Better," Kelly let out before taking a sharp breath against the pain in her ribs. Becky lowered an oxygen mask to Kelly's face as they rode smoothly to the nearby ER.

It was nearly 45 minutes before Dr. Caldwell entered the waiting room where Kelly's family sat nervously.

"Hi, you must be Kelly's parents," Dr. Caldwell said warmly, maybe a little fakely and overly prepared, but in the nerves of the situation, not out of place.

"How is she, doc?" Her father asked, clearly nervous of the answer.

"Going top to bottom, she's got a few good bumps. She has a concussion, four dislocated ribs, a bone bruise just above the elbow joint in her humerus, and she broke every finger except her thumb in her left hand. She has a meniscus tear in her left knee and a dislocated ankle. Ultimately, she may need surgery on the ankle, but the rest should heal with rest and time. We're just getting her settled in her room if you'd like to come in and see her. It's going to be a painful few weeks for her, but I expect she should be back to normal in a few weeks or months."

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doctor-croctor · 6 months ago

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Today i watched episodes 6 and 7 of Trigun Stampede. Heavy Spoilers Below

Episode 6 sees Meryl leaving vash's side as he takes a sandsteamer to July, and Wolfwood has a very stylized flashback that is a mix between Manga and the original Trigun's art styles. while being told in old nickelodeon style where we see the action and all the speech is text that takes place between revealing the backstory of a cyborg named Livio and about how Wolfwood, like Rolo the episode prior, was selected to be a sacrifice to the mad doctor's experiments (i learned his name is Conrad by the way, looked it up).

I was excited to hear the words Sand Steamer, because last time i saw Vash on a Sand Steamer, we got the appearance of one of my favorite villian designs from the original Trigun, Brilliant Dynamite Neon. I've noticed a lot of neon imagry during this episode (i write these while im watching), and can't help but hope that i get to see a redisign of the flashiest villain of Trigun. Although this show focuses mostly on Knives' cult over most other villians.

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! we officially have the Bad Lads gang as the followers of Knives divert the Sand Steamer to Hopeland Orphanage, where Wolfwood grew up. Episode 7 begins with a member of the Bad Lads yelling "Come on boys, lets give them the ol Razzle Dazzle" and i mean i know BDN is sure to be in this. And i absolutely love that the Bad Lads are posing for Meryl's pictures, they absolutely would. I like this design for the gang over the original almost 40k hazmat style, but on that note, i dislike the design for Legato in this, his original anime design was much more iconic. even though i've seen him a couple times before now i only realized it was him mid episode.

HOLY!! this got dark. like really dark. Rest in peace Livio. Content warning for this episode.

Vash and Wolfwood attempt to stop the sand steamer's ion cannon using the cargo cranes onboard, and im wondering just how Wolfwood's omega super laser works, and if he couldn't just rupture the cannon that way. Roberto and Meryl split ways as she wants to help them save people for her own reasons while Roberto insists that their job and safety should come first.

The Three succeed in diverting the cannon, but the effort seems to have injured Vash's robotic arm. He and Wolfwood get into an ideological argument about saving everyone vs just one party. Wolfwood relents under protest being sent to the engine while Vash communes with the onboard plant. revealing for the first time what i've known for awhile thanks to the manga. Plants are people.

I think this is where i leave it for today; I was worried about coming back to Trigun Stampede after being sick, mostly i don't trust remakes despite anime having a pretty good track record (with Hellsing Ultimate and FMA Brotherhood), I hope to finish the series soon.

Today, I watched the first four episodes of Trigun Stampede.

Let me first say that I've been a huge fan of the original Trigun Anime since I saw it late at night on either Adult Swim or Toonami, i read the four volumes of the Trigun Manga that my school had and that (Along with DragonBall and Rave Master) are what got me into Manga in the first place.

I am still uncertain of this show, but it is almost in a good way. Vash's character maintains the heart of his goofball antics, and genuinely makes me believe that this world was made for love and peace, at least through his eyes. The art is amazingly and expressive, I like his design, but feel that the glasses are a bit too big, but that also reflects his more wide-eyed personality.

As for Meryl, I actually am enjoying her characterization as a newbie reporter. It allows her to make more mistakes than as the straight man insurance representative. Her back and forth with Roberto, her accompanying veteran reporter, is enjoyable and is great for guiding us through her character arc. Meryl was, along with Misty from Pokémon, basically the character definition of Tomboy, so I'm still at odds with her seeming to lose that aspect of her character, but her compassion is more than noteworthy to keep me invested.

(Below contains spoilers, so click more at your own risk)

I was very surprised when Vash managed to get through to Papa Nebraska, who, in his other characterizations, we never got a deeper sense for his personality. Here, he is still the criminal genius to the brawn of his much more appropriately sozed son, Cozien, but he is constantly putting down Cozien's intelligence while protecting him in an oddly heartwarming way, i love that they managed to expand his characterization while staying unabashedly himself. I quickly believed he could change when Vash brought up helping him and his son, which is something I think neither prior version of vash would have been able to do. Then E.G. Buggy... wait... no... that's not right.

Then E.G.Mine comes in, (nailed it), and Cozien is killed in the first explosion, I was shocked to say the least, but with his death I immediately felt heartbroken for Papa Nebraska, a character who three hours ago I would have never been heart broken for mind you.

I think I'll cut my review of the other characters and villians out for now and come back after ive seen more.

I am definitely enjoying it more than I thought I would after seeing the new design for Vash. The animation is great, the opening is I almost want to say iconic, but the music throughout doesn't drip with that aesthetic I love from the original show. And if that's my main nitpick so far it's doing pretty good.

My only question is, where on Gunsmoke is Best-Girl Stun Gun Millie Thompson?!?

[This post is gonna cost you all 20,000$$, so everybody better pitch in to pay the undertaker]

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babygirl-diaz · 3 years ago

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bucky finds a three legged pitbull and brings it home. steve is on the fence about keeping it cause they're away on missions a lot. sam is all for it because he's always wanted a dog. hard cut to them having three dogs and some cats.

((This has been sitting in my asks for 4 months and I FINALLY got around to write it. Sorry anon, I've had writer's block for so long! I hope this finds its way to you and you like it.))

***

Bucky finds him when he’s on his way home after buying a couple things from the bodega. He sees the dog sitting in a cardboard box, trying to shield itself from the freezing cold. Bucky’s heart breaks when the gray Pitbull gives him the saddest look. He takes out a bag of cheese puffs from his plastic bag, opens it, and feeds some to the dog, who happily crunches on it. “You like it, huh?” Bucky asks the dog and scratches it behind the ear. “Me too.” Bucky gives the dog a last pat on the head before heading back towards his apartment.

As he walks home, Bucky can feel someone following him. He reaches into his jeans pocket and his vibranium fingers wrap around the switchblade he keeps in there. When he turns around, he doesn’t find anyone behind him until he looks down. It was the gray Pitbull.

“Hey, buddy, are you following me?” Bucky asks the dog, who just wags his tail and then makes his way to Bucky on his three legs. “I can’t take you home with me, big guy,” Bucky sighs and gets down to pat the dog again, who happily licks his face all over. “No matter how much I want to,” Bucky adds sadly.

Bucky gets up to leave again, but he still feels the dog following him. He turns around once again and finds the dog looking at him with his sad eyes, and Bucky’s resolve breaks. “Fine,” he sighs. “Come on. I can’t leave you out here on your own on Christmas.

When he reaches home, Bucky looks down at the dog, “You can be a menace later but right now, be on your best behavior. We want Sam and Steve to love you as much as I do.” With that, he opens the apartment door and leads the dog inside, where he finds Sam and Steve making out on the couch and clears his throat. “Couldn’t wait for me?”

“You were taking too lon—“ Sam stops mid-sentence. “Uh… Bucky… what’s that?”

“Cheese puffs?” Bucky replies.

“I think he’s referring to the three-legged dog next to you, babe,” says Steve.

“Right… the dog…” Bucky trails off.

“Yes, the dog. Why is there a dog in our house?” Steve continues to ask.

“He was starving and cold and it’s Christmas and I couldn’t leave him out there?” Bucky replies.

“I’ve always wanted a dog.” Sam gets down beside the dog, who cowers behind Bucky at first but then slowly comes out when Sam offers him his hand to sniff to let him know he is safe.

Bucky watches in awe as Sam plays with the dog. Sam looks so carefree and stress-free. Bucky hasn’t seen his boyfriend like this in a long time. Captain America duties really take a lot out of him.

“We can’t keep him,” Steve says.

“Why not?” Asks Bucky

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Steve frowns at him. “First of all, we don’t know who he belongs to—“

“He doesn’t have a collar, Steve,” says Bucky. “I don’t think he belongs to anyone.”

“How are we supposed to take care of him? We know nothing about dogs,” Steve tries again.

“We can always learn,” Sam chimes in before cupping the dog’s face and kissing the top of his head.

“Sam’s right. We can always learn to take care of Christmas,” Bucky continues to try and persuade Steve.

“Christmas? You named our dog Christmas?” Sam asks incredulously.

“Yeah, I found him on Christmas, so I figured I’d name him Christmas,” Bucky replies proudly.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t find him on Fourth of July then,” Sam says with a roll of his eyes.

“If I found him on the Fourth of July, then I would have named him Steve. Get it? Cause it’s Steve’s birthday that day.”

“Yeah, yeah, we all got that.” Steve sighs. “But we’re still not keeping him.”

Bucky pouts at him in return. “Why not?”

“Because we’re always out on missions. Who will look after him?” Steve asks. “So no, he’s going back where he came from.” He adds sternly.

***

One Year Later

***

Bucky smiles as he leans against the wall with his coffee.

“He looks so peaceful, doesn’t he?”

Bucky hears Sam’s voice and looks over to find him standing next to him. Sam steals the coffee mug from Bucky, making him chase after it. “Hey!” When Sam just smirks and takes a sip, Bucky glares at him. “Yeah, he does look peaceful,” Bucky replies, looking at Steve again.

“Remember when he didn’t want a dog?” Sam chuckles, taking another sip of the coffee.

“And now we have Valentine and Easter too.” Bucky smiles as he watches Steve surrounded by three dogs where he is asleep on the floor.

Sam leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder, who wraps his arms around Sam’s shoulders and kisses the top of his head. “Where are Alpine and Figaro?” Bucky asks when he realizes their cats are nowhere to be seen.

“Exploring the great outdoors, as always,” Sam replies.

“Those two really love Delacroix, don’t they?” Bucky chuckles.

“Don’t we all?”

“True. We made the best decision moving here,” Bucky says, and captures Sam’s lips in a sweet kiss. “Thank you,” he says, pulling apart.

“For what?” Sam asks.

“For everything. If you hadn’t pushed Steve that day to let Christmas stay, we wouldn’t have our big family today.”

“Hey… I’m feeling left out,” Bucky hears Steve’s voice and looks over to find him sitting up on the floor. His hair a complete mess, and his eyes still filled with sleep.

Both Bucky and Sam make their way over to Steve on the floor, careful not to wake the dogs up, and they each give him a kiss.

“I need more sleep.” Steve yawns, leaning his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Then go back to sleep,” Sam says, reaching out to touch Steve’s cheek.

“Will you guys join me?”

“Sure,” Bucky replies and lies down on the floor beside Valentine. The white Pitbull stirs in his sleep but didn’t wake up, much to Bucky’s relief.

Steve lies down in the middle and Bucky immediately cuddles him from behind while Steve cuddles Sam. Just as sleep starts to take over Bucky, he feels something nudge against his feet and looks down to see Alpine making herself comfortable. Figaro, being the diva he is, climbs on the couch and falls asleep there.

Bucky smiles as he finds himself surrounded by the warmth of his family.

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years ago

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What if Frank's (fem) S/o started out as a survivor but during a trail with the clown she snaps, ending up killing and sacrificing not only him but all the other survivors, the entity makes her a killer quickly after but when asked shes just like I've always had a dark side it was only a matter of time before I snapped. How would frank, and the rest of the Legion if you want, react?

I love this! I LOVE WRITING KILLER READER! And i do it so rarely

But I will put Warning: murder

So you are pretty badass to begin with

Thats why Frank likes you to begin with

So Frank isn't a super attentive boyfriend

But he slowly realises something about you is changing

He tries to talk to you about it

But you blow it off as nothing

Joey, Julie and Suzie bring it up too

After being in a trial with you and seeing how...

Different you've been

Other Survivors have noticed and tried to help

Or just avoided you all together

"Its that Frank, hes made a bad impression on you."

It wasn't that

Frank had been wonderful to you and let you escape more often then not

He had a really weird way of showing it sometimes

But he loved you

So did the other three

But you felt something eating you up inside

Frank would explain what it was like

The thrill of the hunt

It sparked something inside you

You only got more hungry for this everytime you survived

You started sabotaging everyone in trials

Purposefully letting them die on the hook

Blowing up gens to get the killers attention

Dropping pallets on them mid chase

Everything

It only started out as a need to be the only one alive

The only one to escape

You had to be the strongest

You had to be the Finale Girl

But it changed when you went against the Clown himself

He had you down, ready to end it right then and there

You wheren't about to let that happen

You worked with what you had and knocked him off of you

Taking his knife and shoving it through his eye

But thats not where it stopped

You took it and repeatedly stabbed him until he wasn't breathing

You the prey

Had just murdered the hunter

"Holy shit-"

The sound of dwight was the only thing to pull you from this weird high

He had seen it all

You got up and moved to them

"I can explain-"

But he took off running

You had no choice but to chase after so he wouldn't tell

This was your game now

And you wheren't going to lose

You managed to reach him and pulled the back of his shirt

"Hel-"

You covered his mouth and stabbed him

And let him drop

You wiped your brow of sweat but where pretty sure you just smeared more blood across your face

Didn't matter

You had two more people to kill

It was easy

They trusted you

You used that

And killed them

You laughed you didn't know why you where laughing

You where currently sitting over your now murdered

"Friend"

But you where

It was a proud laugh

You heard a faint whisper that drew your attention to the hatch door that creeked open beside you

It was calling to you

Everything was different from then on

The entity clamed you as a killer

Frank was worried but more impressed than anything

Suzie was intimidated by you but admires you

Julie and Joey think you are a bad ass

You are so

When Frank First asks you what you where doing there with him

And what happened to Jeffery to get him so scared of you

You tell him the truth

"Theres always been something dark sturing up inside, I was just waiting for the right push to Push back."

God he fell in lobe with you more

You two are so inseparable

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 3 years ago

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The story of Swamp Rat 17: Don Garlits' most misunderstood Top Fueler (part 1)

Don Garlits’ Swamp Rat 17, the Wynn’s Liner, had a very short life in 1973 and is roundly considered to be among the few disappointments of the more than 40 Swamp Rats he campaigned. Here's the story behind this most misunderstood car.

09 Apr 2021 Phil Burgess, NHRA National Dragster Editor

Earlier this year, I wrote a column about racecar experiments that didn’t come to fruition and cited, chief among them, Don Garlits’ Swamp Rat 17, the Wynn’s Liner, which had a very short and disappointingly unsuccessful life in 1973.

I think the reason that car always leaps to the top of my “Well, that sure didn’t work” list is because it was a rare dead end for “Big Daddy,” one of the sport’s greatest innovators and chance takers. Although there are only 38 official Swamp Rats, there were some A and B versions, and the actual number well exceeds 40, according to “Big.” So, he had a pretty great batting average, yet strikeouts are going to happen, but better to go down swinging, right? Or, as hockey great Wayne Gretzky once said, “You miss 100% of the shots that you don’t take.”

[Coming later in this column: Garlits rates his five favorite Swamp Rats and five least favorite. Stay tuned for that.]

Anyway, after heaping criticism upon the car back in February, I thought it only fair to allow The Man Himself to provide the context that defines this car’s place in the sport’s history. Not sure if he’d want to discuss one of his missteps, I reached out to the sport’s most storied driver and received an enthusiastic “I’D LOVE TO!” response to my query and away we went.

Before we get to that discussion, let me provide a little more context. The other thing that always intrigued me about Garlits’ decision to build Swamp Rat 17 was that he had blown away the sport with Swamp Rat 14 (the first rear-engined winner, 1971 Winternationals) and its evolutionary successor, Swamp Rat 16, which won the 1972 Gatornationals. (Swamp Rat 15 was a front-engined car built just in case SR14 was a flop; it never ran.) After all this success, why take this detour, especially when no one else was experimenting with aerodynamics?

Turns out that while the ‘Liner didn’t make its debut until mid-1973, the idea was conceived in mid-1971, not long after Garlits had proven that the rear-engined design worked. It was at that point that Garlits’ old buddy, Jocko Johnson, whose similarly shaped entry had made huge waves in 1959 with “Jazzy” Jim Nelson at the wheel, suggested that maybe it was time to resurrect his design and have “Big Daddy” put it on one of his chassis.

“I always liked streamlining, and Jocko had never given up on the idea, but he needed a success rear-engined car to try it again,” Garlits explained.

The only rub was that Johnson needed a shorter car, a 180-inch wheelbase chassis, to fit under the body, Swamp Rat 14 and 16 were 215 inches.

I've never seen any detailed shots of the car without the body, but did stumble across this image, a 1/16th scale version that Johnson had built to show Garlits his idea. Very cool!

Johnson, a laid-back Californian, began work on the body mold in 1971 but didn’t finish it until 1972, then came to Garlits' Seffner, Fla., base to build the body, which would not be completed and the car not race-ready until Garlits was already on Swamp Rat 19 in mid-1973.

The slow pace for the Liner’s body construction was frustrating for Garlits, who was well-known for being able to build a complete car in just a few days, and in his great book, Don Garlits and His Cars, “Big” pulled no punches about the reason for the delay.

"Jocko by now was growing his 'weed' next door and stayed 'high' most of the time! On several occasions, I went next door, pulled up the plants, and burned them. Jocko just planted more and stayed high."

In anticipation of the Wynn’s Liner’s someday completion, Garlits built Swamp Rat 18, the car dubbed “Shorty,” with a 180-inch wheelbase so he could get a feel for the three-foot-shorter configuration and ran it at several AHRA events in 1972 but never felt comfortable in the car, but he felt sure that the Liner’s body would give the car stability and faster speed, just as adding the rear wing to Swamp Rat 14 had improved top-end speeds.

“18 just wanted to do funny things going down the course," he remembered. “You had to be really careful with it. I had to really slow down the steering to even make it work at all.”

The ‘Liner was finally ready early in 1973, and Garlits towed it and “Shorty” out to California to run the AHRA Grand American event at Orange County Int’l Raceway. Veteran Funny Car racer Butch Maas, finally recovered from serious burns he had suffered in the Hawaiian Funny Car the year before, was itching to drive the car, so Garlits let him and set about getting “Shorty” also qualified for the race.

There had been so much hype built about the ‘Liner, which had been featured on the cover of Car Craft magazine back in July 1972 with the cover blurb “Garlits Aims for 275 mph.” The feature had been shot and originally the blurb had targeted 250 mph (Garlits has a copy of the original mockup with 250 on it in the museum display, and kindly shot a photo for me), but the editors decided to raise more eyebrows. Although the official national record at the time was 234.37 (set by Gaines Markley in April in Seattle), Garlits had run 243.90 mph in the final round of the Gatornationals but didn't get the chance to back it up, so maybe 250 wasn't far enough "out there" for the publication.

“By the time we got the car read, [the editors] told me that 250 wasn’t enough, that they wanted to put 275 on it,” Garlits recalled. “We thought the car might go 255 or 260, but I agreed with them that 275 sounded better and more exciting.” [For the record, we wouldn’t see 275 for another 15 years, when Darrell Gwynn ran 278 in Dallas in late 1986.]

Just as had been the case when he debuted the famous rear-engined Swamp Rat 14 in 1971, Garlits’ fellow racers scoffed at Garlits’ latest project, mostly, he thinks, because if it had been successful it would have created a major sea change in the class just as Swamp Rat 14 had done. That wasn’t to be.

Maas made several attempts in the car but was spooked by its handling and ran a best speed of 180 mph. You can see by the photo here that the car didn’t yet have the bubble canopy on it, and Garlits is not sure it ever did in the car’s short lifespan (although it's visible in the Car Craft cover, Garlits says they didn't have a working cockpit hinge yet). You can also see "Big" in the background holding the bleach bottle. Although Maas couldn’t qualify the ‘Liner, Garlits was able to put "Shorty” into the show but lost in round one to Herm Petersen. “The whole trip was a disaster,” Garlits summed up in his book.

Still determined to make it work, Garlits put Don Cook in the car for the IHRA event at Lakeland Dragway in Florida. Cook had driven the short-wheelbase, rear-engined Piranha in late 1966, so Garlits figured he could get the job done, but he also was forced to lift a half-track on several passes. "They both said it was doing something funny, so I got in the car myself for a ride,” said Garlits.

“It took off kinda slow because it was so heavy, but then it was cruising along pretty well and making a decent run when all of the sudden the motor revved up. I quickly lifted and then felt a bump, like I had hit a bump in the track or something.

“We brought it back to the pit and tore it apart, but there was nothing broken in the driveline, and that’s when we figured out that the whole car had gone airborne and when lifted it came back down, and that was the bump I felt.

“Jocko thought I had sabotaged him, so he wouldn’t get any credit for the design, which is pretty ridiculous. He went to his grave never believing that the car was doing the things I said it did.”

Garlits also had concerns about the amount of nitro fumes being trapped under the body and the fact that the car was not easy to get out of. “I knew that someday it would catch fire, and that would be a helluva deal for the driver, so I just gave up on the project,” he said.

Garlits sold the car to rocket-car racers Russell Mendez and Ramon Alvarez, who envisioned turning it into a hydrogen peroxide-powered rocket car, but Mendez was killed in an exhibition pass in their Free Spirit rocket dragster at the 1975 Gatornationals, and Alvarez, a plumber by trade (who actually had done the plumbing for Garlits' house) needed cash and sold it back to "Big." Given the 'Liners inherent instability at less than 200 mph, one can only imagine what it would have done at rocket-car speed. (“It would probably have flown right up into the sky,” Garlits marveled.)

So, I asked Garlits the million-dollar question: "Is he glad he built the car, or was it just a waste of time and money?"

“It was definitely a waste of time and money, but I’m glad we did it. I enjoyed all of the projects I did, even the ones that didn’t work out, like the Sidewinder and the turbine [-powered] car. Everyone raved about the turbine engines and how powerful they could be, and that car didn't work out but it was fun to figure it out. I always loved experimenting. That’s what made it so fun. When you’re involved with projects like those, your mind is going 24x7, trying to think of all of the scenarios to make it work.

“Plus if I hadn’t gotten together with Jocko, I wouldn’t have his original streamliner in my museum or the body from the Mooneyham-Ferguson-Jackson-Faust car. That all came together because of my relationship with Jocko."

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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years ago

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Pairing : DamiJon fanfic in their later teens

Little Vixen Side Note : Wrote this piece a few nights ago when I couldn't sleep and came across the dark version of Cant Help Falling In Love; which is what I wrote it to

Cheeecckkk ittttt ouuutttt

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A speeding bullet of black, yellow and green. He blew ahead of me in a chase throughout the thick of winter. Skeletal remains of my heart began to drop, all signs of epic violence tittering around us in pursuance of the two malefactors we had just minutes prior unmasked who's carnage stained hands were laying hell into the legs of a screaming woman, in attempts at victimizing her to a two-sided brutality. And though be as it may, with her browbeaten crying, this ambushed petite woman of golden curls had torn like a vicious feline to free herself from the drooling lock jaws of famished wolves refusing to die in this wasted city. Then she'd stopped. She'd turned her head towards us. And it was with that act of final defeat, the deadlock of her blue eyes onto Damians, that had been a tethering of empathetic steel.

In that moment, I'd witnessed the city burn within his eyes. A revival of Pompeii, humans choking on ash; and it was by his hand that carried out was this biblical apocalypse. I mean, you can only stand to see so many weeds in your garden before getting tired of yanking them out by hand and simply just mowing over it all to start fresh.

I'd numbly watched Robin free the woman who'd scurried down the dark street (purse and shoe forgotten like a broken Cinderella) and analyzed where the rules of these unbidden streets lingered any longer ? A wasted land left starved of God's Love long ago, and so us as his children are outcasts in regards to just how mortality works. This is The Devils playground now where we've adapted into calling out Love, not by the blossoming virtue of a budding rose, but by the cut of it's petalless thorns; where the only splash of red comes at the blooming of our own blood.

What else to do with pain than to make it our art form, our very own self worth. To turn it into a purpose and to make that purpose something beautiful.

⏳...⌛

A park.

Swings creaking with a glacial slow breeze as ghost children play games on the teeter totter. White fluff born from clouds shroud lost personal belongings from humans long past through, and will overnight, do it's best, to shroud the two bodies lay dead 'mid this park's jogging trail.

He stands between them; The Sympathizer, a crimson splattered god in which no Olympian can put a name to crowned in injustices and liberalizing duties.

Crows form a murder beneath these dark skies, dancing and entangling above our heads. Something cruel. Something elegant. Something in harmony with what I behold here and now; because somewhere off in Gotham City this man, that I've fallen in a surprise trust fall for, remarkably kept a young woman home-free tonight. Not from duty. But from instinct.

"Robin.."

He turns to me.

He sheaths his sword; and he smiles.

He smiles at me through tears.

He smiles at me through red blood.

He smiles at me through falling snow.

He smiles at me through the antagonism; and that has to be the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen.

Regardless; i still wonder what chamber door, dusted with years of abandonment, had finally been gifted a hand to open it's rusted impasse come with what we'd witnessed tonight. What poisonous blend leaks out this door to flood his veins and pour fever into his eyes; clouding his vision against a better form of judgment on justice that has two miserable assed men, twice his size, laying slaughtered like pigs with him standing noble between them both ?

Even though the winter wonderland park is dead quiet, I've never in all my existence heard so much noise. So much all at once while staring at Damian, just now realizing that he'd removed his mask long ago: now raven's stare with deadly ink eyes in jealous passion at the too black fullness of that jet hair filled up in a shaven bun. Cat's whine in envy at the feline-like features of this clandestine face. Jade gems rust in sad defeat before such green eyes. He's the pristine vision of Talia al Ghul (nothing about him is Bruce anymore aside from the cut of his jaw) housing 9 lives amidst 100 secrets.

"I love you," like the many times I've voiced it before, it gushes from me all soft and rushed.

"You love me? You love me?? Don`t," and there is coldness in his stare. Floating all the while amongst the arctic, I've struck the iceberg. Sinking under. Cracked in two. And I've got to say, the embrace is haunting.

"Why."

"It is true that the lion coddled the lamb beneath its purring chin, bustling with a protective big paw. Be as it may, unbeknownst to the onlookers, once turned away; the lion gorged on the lamb. Feasted upon its frail body only to lick at its bloodied carcass and keep it close by. Not in memory, but as a trophy; for the lion`s former coddling of the lamb was nothing more than animalistic curiosity.

"Do you not realize Jon that we are all animals, you and I ? Instinct drives us, some however are more lethal, some run in packs, some run alone, and others...just….run." green devours me. Green tears through my flesh. Green swallows me whole. Perhaps I am but being gorged upon by the starving lion.

His lips curl into a sadistic sneer despite the tear tracks on his face and I'm all but floored by the fabric skin of this demon that everyone's tried to give a halo, "I will rip you apart, little lamb."

"Then by all means," I grab his hand to wrap it around my throat, it's cold but his grip is tight and his lips on mine are hot, "take my neck to slaughter."

Five fingers tremble in innocence against my throat; a golden token of humanity, honesty and clemeity. Making my wonder

just who really here is the lion and who is the lamb? Then he bares his teeth, rabid and wild. I bare my teeth back, standing ground in the middle of our Eden turned Jungle. Then our lips meet again. Our teeth clash. We fight to force the other into submission though neither backs down.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe, he is but a lamb that learned to evolve amongst the lions. And could it be that I am but a lion having learned to secret himself amongst sheep? Maybe that's why him and I fight more than find common ground, for the foolish costumes we were taught to wear in order to cover up what rightful creatures God bore us as.

We are different and the same whether it be his purity or my hidden away corruption.

The volcanic eruption of his anger and soothing temperament of my ocean meet.

They form an isle.

A match to an ignition causes an inevitable explosion. But, sometimes, that match plus ignition can give birth to fireworks rather than a bomb; we've just gotta be patient and count to 3. I count to 2 before seeing the spark. And right at 3 comes the crackle then pop, a raining shower of diabolical color transcending the stark black sky.

Who ever would of known that 4th of July in the middle of December would look so much like Heaven waging war with Hell.

⌛...⏳

No one is home execpt for me to answer the chipper knock at the front door on the next sun smothered day, and the florist that greets me is happy to do so.

In my hands I'd received my gift of a crimson rose bouquet;

and while up in my room i'd read the card written on with an elegant gothic flourish:

My Little Lamb.

These three words made the wool wearing prey in me seek sanctuary, and yet, caused the dagger toothed predator in me to roar.

*END

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squidproquoclarice · 6 years ago

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Hi! I've noticed in your RDR2 answers that you've mentioned Sadie getting to know the rest of the gang for like months. What's your take on the timeline of the game, like how long each chapter is? Like I know it starts it May (I think Hosea says it when they are in the snowstorm) but I guess I always thought it wasn't it wasn't that long?

Lemme see–I made some notes on this for Sunrise reference. I’m balancing off indications of things being somewhat short in some places versus the need for a somewhat realistic TB progression and plot progression. 'Cause yeah, he didn’t catch it, incubate it, and end up nearly dead from it all in the space of two months. Weather may not match my timeline–for example, we don’t see fall color in Beaver Hollow. But that may be Rockstar programming just declining to do it by not planning on someone being as ridiculously obsessive as me and others in trying to plan timelines for fic. ;)

I mean, Colter and Adler Ranch are snow-covered no matter when you’re there, and that’s not seasonally realistic either, so I don’t take the lack of fall color and colder weather in Roanoke Ridge as a definite sign of anything. This is the timeline that seems to work best with plot realities, and at least somewhat realistic TB progression, so I’m going with it.

Chapter 1: Colter (one and a half to two weeks, mid-May)Hosea very specifically places it in May in the opening cutscene, remarking on it being a May blizzard. I’m giving it about a week for them to rest up, start to get food, etc., and another week for them to attack the O'Driscolls and make and execute the plan for hitting the Cornwall train once the ground has thawed enough to ride out on it. John still isn’t recovered enough by the end of the chapter to go on the train job, so it really can’t be longer than two weeks.

Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook (about two months, late May-late July)Karen makes a reference to it being a few (three, I believe?) weeks that they’ve been stuck in Horseshoe Overlook camp already when you go to town with Karen, Tilly, Mary-Beth, and Uncle, and that’s really early in the chapter. I’m giving them two months here to really catch their breath, before Cornwall finds them and things really go to hell. Arthur goes to collect the Downes debt in early-mid June and is infected with TB.

Chapter 3: Clemens Point (about six weeks, late July-early September)The pace picks up a little as the hunt of the gang intensifies and the pressure ratchets up more. They’re safe for less time in this camp. But this still needs something of a leisurely pace for them to be working their various schemes against both the Braithwaites and Greys. There’s also a time jump of a “few weeks” i.e. about three weeks, after Arthur’s ordeal with the O'Driscolls. It’s at this point, about mid-August, that the TB has a chance to really incubate and get at him thanks to his body being very busy fighting infection and a serious gunshot wound. He starts occasionally coughing late in Chapter 3, IIRC, and definitely early in Chapter 4, which fits.

Chapter 4: Shady Belle (about three weeks, early September-late September)Again, the pace quickens, and they’re safe for less time. This chapter needs some decent amount of time for various threads to fully unfold (rescuing Jack, the mayor’s party, the failed trolley robbery, the O'Driscoll attack, going after Bronte) and ample planning time for hitting the St. Denis bank, as we’ve seen Hosea is very much into detailed planning. But it’s still a somewhat compressed timeline because Milton tracked them to Lemoyne already, so they can’t get too comfortable as Shady Belle is not really that far from Clemens Point.

Chapter 5: Guarma (about three weeks, late September through mid-October)It probably would take a freighter about a week to get from New Orleans to Cuba c. 1900, and given St. Denis is obviously a New Orleans proxy, and Guarma is depicted as being near Cuba, that’s fair math. So that’s two weeks already out and back. A week-ish on the island sounds about right for them to accomplish the few missions and tasks there, and for Fussar to call in the reinforcements. Even more physical strain and hardship for Arthur, so the TB is really accelerating now.

Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow (about one month, mid-October through mid-November), I’m also including late Chapter 5 in Lakay hereThey return from Guarma, and within probably about four days of that, are forced to move to Beaver Hollow. He also is doing a lot in Chapter 6 with various complicated plot threads that are taking time to unfold (rescuing John, the various missions for Rains Fall, helping Sadie). I also think it took a few weeks for the gang’s fragile condition to finally snap, and for various people to start slipping away. I’m giving this one a month for the TB to really get to work and severely compromise Arthur’s physical condition to the point we see in the last fights in “Red Dead Redemption”. That amount of deterioration didn’t happen in a week. It took longer. Five months post-infection, and about three months once the incubation really began, is still quick for TB to reach such dangerous levels as to cause hypoxia to the point of passing out multiple times, but he’s been doing fairly constant physical exertion, taking little time to rest, riding and working in all weather, sleeping out in the open, etc. for all that time, so it makes sense he’s run himself down a lot faster.For the Sunrise readers, Chapter 7 (Wapiti) was one week long, and right now I’m planning that Chapter 8 (Las Hermanas) will cover about one year.

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Hey hey, it's gay bike anon again! I'm more than honoured to get my own tag!!! I definitely would like to keep talking to you <3 And only love for you too <3

I'll gladly wait for your response to my ask (or asks??? we'll see one day ehehehe)! I feel you, when people cite some of my text messages from a few months (or more) ago I'm often like "nope, nah-ah, that's not me, you're wrong". Same for older essays, I often can't believe I wrote those. And even with things I wrote late at night a few weeks ago, sometimes I'm like "I wrote that? That monstrosity??? Okay, I need more sleep before writing". (My capacity of writing in correct English grammar usually goes to sleep before I do, same goes for varied word choice). But sometimes I'll see this project I've worked on YEARS ago and exactly recognize the pieces I wrote? Since the ask would be fairly recent, I suppose I would recognise my writing style and word choice and since I didn't wrote it whilst sleep deprived (I hope??) I'm setting my chances of recognising it pretty high. But we'll see one day, the mystery will marinate for a while... [I am rereading this in the daytime, and this is EXACTLY what I meant, at night I make the weirdest word choices?? I’m definitely not changing it though because I might find it kinda funny]

I snorted so hard about the way you talked about your almost-name, I'm giggling here like crazy. Apparently my name means something alike 'dedicated to God', but my parents aren't really believers, so gotta love that. The meaning of my sibling's name is 'summer', but I'm the one born in the summer, whilst my sibling is born in autumn, oops. Guess my parents never checked one of those sites/ books where you can find the meaning of a name hahaha.

I love how my ask was so weird and chaotic that you sent a screenshot to a friend. I LOVE that she had no idea what was going on. Then again, I watched the semis (obviously hahaha) but I had no idea what was going on either... But honestly it was peak Dutch culture, water and bicycles, I would just add an ode to 'hagelslag' and voila, the entirety of Dutch culture summed up... [Also: if you don't know: 'hagelslag' is just sprinkles which we eat on bread, yes, on bread, we do not not only eat sprinkles as on cake or on donuts, like in any other country, no, we put it on bread. It's actually a really popular sandwich topping here. My ultimate favourites are the chocolate ones, but you also have them in several fruity flavours (like forest fruit) and anise flavour.] Thank you, perfect chaotic energy is an ultimate goal I strive towards *bows like I'm Victorian royalty or something*

You're absolutely right, it went EXACTLY like that. Specifically, I would be studying for my exams, explaining topics to myself like I always do, so I'd tell myself "The six possible origins of economies of scope are indivisibility, specialisation, marketing, research and development, GUESS WHAT.. SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍA... ehhh... what was I doing again??" OR: "one of the most detailed and most used models of responsive regulation is Brathwaite's piramid. His enforcement piramid visually shows, nope not important, SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍAAAAAA" And I'd laugh, continue explaining theories and calculations to myself until my focus started lessening again and my thoughts would wander off again. I am VERY glad I'm not the only one who thinks about it from time to time, and I'm glad you're not suing me for any mental harm yet.

Yess, those pictures I saw from Promising Young Woman look so beautiful and aesthetic!! I'll probably watch it somewhere after the 16th, because I'll most likely have finished my last exams by then. I'll tell you what I thought about it! Thank you SO SO SO much for all the luck wishes!!!! I had an exam last Friday and I absolutely rewarded myself, because it went better than I expected and I passed an earlier exam and a paper too! I didn't buy myself a tricorne (yet), but I did buy funko pops (my inner economist said it was 100% rational because it was a really good deal hahaha). I still have two exams to go, so I could always buy a tricorne for finishing either of those, OR. EVEN BETTER. I'll ask my parents (or my grandparents) for one for my birthday. I mean, that would be hilarious. They'd be so confused. They've never seen S3 and S4 of LCDP so they'll have no idea, even if I tried to explain it. It would be so incredibly funny (and really really weird for them), I am laughing like crazy just at the thought of it.

I've never been in Finland before, but those temperatures do not sound legal indeed. I have no knowledge of Finnish law, but maybe article 3 of the European Convention on Human Rights, the prohibition of torture, would work? If I was the judge I’d 100% agree, so we should all sue the weather sksksks. I'm glad to have brought you rain though (and that I apparently possess the power to do so - magic weather controlling pirate seems like a nice enough job to me)!!! I hope the temperature has become at least somewhat lower. You're right, climate change should just... stop... right away. The weather is pretty weird here, right now: one day it will be super sunny and (at least) around 27 degrees and almost melting away, and the other day it will be raining and I'll be wearing my warmest sweater. Like, why the extremes??

I love that I am able to make you lose your coherent thoughts (that's probably why we have one brain energy about Underwater, because I, too, have the ability to make myself lose my coherent thoughts). I'm glad for your faith in my impersonation of Martín. I even started Duolingo Spanish again, and now know the phrase, "Yo bebo leche" (I drink milk) which obviously would be very important to him. Now I'll just need an Argentinian accent to go with it. Leaning menacingly on a cane would be GREAT, I love the idea. I'll open job applications for a Denver. Maybe my cat could help me, she, much like Denver, is super loud and she is super aggressive towards other cats, so there is potential there. And guiding dogs and even tiny guiding horses exist, why not a guiding cat?

I always assumed I would follow a more... you know… legal... career path, maybe even literally a career in law. But, my accounting professor also showed us how to manipulate financial statements ("so you can notice when people are doing this", uh-huh sure, sure that’s why) and another professor of mine also said that a criminal career sometimes could be the more rational, rewarding choice over a legally acceptable career. So, I suppose I should not be surprised by this sudden change of career plans. I should have seen this coming. And what better way to be able to avoid the laws than by knowing exactly what they are and how far you can go. And if that plan doesn’t work out, the books of law I have (they’re combined in two huge hardcover bundles) are really heavy and you could probably harm someone with them if you hit hard enough… Well, I suppose you can even leave “hard” away, just by hitting someone softly with those books you can bring serious harm to them… Ah, and like that one professor would say: in this scenario it would be a rational choice to become a pirate instead of a privateer. Oh dear, not Arturito :/ Mutiny would seem like a good option, I’ll take over the ship and become Palermo the Pirate. Sounds much and much better than “Arturo the Pirate”, since that isn’t an alliteration, sooo mutiny is reasonable even for that reason. And then there’s the fact that it’s Arturo, I mean, that says enough.

YOU LOVE UNDERWATER TOO????!!!! I completely forgot that you posted that! It seems we do indeed already have one shared braincell energy my friend <3

Last week has been pretty good (except for having to make a test at 9:30, what a godless time, I’m usually barely awake by then ehehehe), I think I aced the test I had, got back some good grades and finally got my first Covid vaccination (and only shortly slight dizziness as a side effect, so that's pretty great). And thanks so much!!! For now I’m safe from Gandía, but somewhere in mid-July I’ll have to take an exam on campus, so I’ll might be able to bring out my inner Palermo then.

How was your week? If the weather is still unkind to you (well, also if the weather *is* kind to you), treat yourself to your favourite ice cream and a break every now and then <3 Do you already have holidays or hasn’t your academical year ended yet?

You’re also right - this is conversation and we’re friends now <3 And I absolutely do like cookies! I would say my favourites are american cookies (though stroopwafels are reaally good as well) but honestly there are only a few kinds of cookies that I don’t love that much. And anything with chocolate in it is GREAT. I do also love apples and bananas, though grapes (which I just had) are even better! What’s your favourite kind of cookie?

Also, I know I have been giving you so many prompts already, but I saw this one in that list you reblogged and it gave me so much Berlermo energy: you live in an apartment with your best friend. the two of you always fall asleep in each other's arms, but one day, your friend isn't there. they've fallen in love with someone else. it's your other best friend, who recently moved in with you. and that's when you realize, that those nights you spent together, weren't so platonic after all. I would love it if you’d write it, but if you decide not to that’s absolutely fine too, no worries <3

By the way, I was going to post this quite a bit earlier, but my laptop (unlike me) decided yesterday night, when I was finishing writing this, that it was time to sleep, so I had to quickly dump this whole rant in Google Docs (it’s almost two and a half pages what the heck) and I was busy all day so I only was able to upload it just now. I swear I can ractually espond faster than after a week :) Have a lovely evening, much love from the gay bike country <3

Heeeeeeey you are back!!! How happy am I to see my favouritest gay bike anon return to my inbox!!! 💕 [Author's note: You can tell I started this reply right away because you've sent me three or four asks since this one and one can tell you are indeed back hahaha]

Yeeeeeees this is how one makes friends!! You know, I was just thinking the other night of how "gay bike anon" shortens to GBA, like the Game Boy Advance, you know. Make of that what you will, but it pleases me to know that you can also have a cute nickname for your cute nickname. Nicknameception.

Yes, exactly that, "I did not write that, and if I did in fact write that.. No I did not." Also, "the mystery will marinate"??? That's an amazing word choice and some day I will absolutely use it for something, just you wait. I think it just goes to show that you should write everything while tired, haha.

Haha I love that naming convention for you. It may make very little sense, but....... but. Also, happy birthday for whenever it is, presumably in the nearby past or future!! Lots of love!! You're the summer child while your sibling is... a summer child, but like, different.

Since you appreciated my almost-name story, I'll reward you with the rest of it: so my name is Tuuli, which is Finnish for "wind". My mum originally wanted to name me Pilvi, which means "cloud". And then she was like oh no this child is not at all serene and cloud-like??? and thus, a new me. I'm glad she had second thoughts, although I wonder if having such an ill-fittingly chill name would've done anything to alter my personality? Nomen est omen and all. There's some kind of an alternate universe where all of that played out, but I'm glad it's not this one.

Yeah either you watched the semis and have no idea, or you didn't watch them and have no idea. There is no way to get what was going on there, I'm certain they themselves also didn't get it. I had no idea about hagelslag but thjipgnhefjpihjo that's amazing, I love that for you!!!! There was absolutely no reason to go there but you as a country just... did that. Amazing. Please have some and report to me so I can live through you. And also, you are absolutely legit Victorian royalty [or something] *bows in return*. Also, I do love how you say "I watched the semis (obviously)." Imagine if you didn't and this entire time I was tragically misinterpreting the nature and intentions of your ask and you were just rolling with it because you've no idea what I'm on about but are also too polite to tell me that. Khhhhhhh

Your brain has priorities!!!! And they're honestly beautiful. Well done, brain. Subway driver Gandíaaaaaaaaaa~~~ My brain is filled with Berlermo quotes that come @ me at random times during the day and leave me just a tad shell-shocked, remembering how it all went down. I'm eating my morning yoghurt and my brain goes yo te propuse fundir oro juntos, and I'm just there like :)))))) Real nice, brain.

Have you had the opportunity to see Promising Young Woman yet? Hhhhh it's so pretty, every time I work on this reply [it's a lot of times, okay, I'm very diligent about this, I stare at this ask and craft snazzy replies in my head all the time, that's why I'm so slow in... actually replying] I'm reminded of that. I'm not a very visual person but the colours and the framing... that was really nice.

I am somewhat glad you've not been to Finland yet, you must hit me up when you come visit, I'll take you for coffee!!! It's actually cooler now (bless!!!!!!!!!!!), the last... four days have been reasonable 14-20 degrees, after four consequtive weeks of 25+. Kkhhhh thinking back to it makes me feel a little ill, but now beret weather is back. I own a lot of berets, dear gay bike anon. I'm going to my university city for the weekend and I'm already wondering which beret(s) I should bring with me. This is an important decision with potential long-lasting consequences. I don't know if you've played any of Telltale's games (The Wolf Among Us and the first two seasons of The Walking Dead are the best ones, fight me), but when you make a decision and the game goes "This character will remember that." and you instantly go oh no what have I done??? That's how I feel about choosing the perfect beret for my city outing. But yes, weather extremes are just the worst. We've been having the longest drought I've ever seen here (it's still not properly rained, for the record, on Tuesday it rained for an hour or so) while in other places there's awful flooding. That's awful.

Ahhh I'm so happy you're continuing your Spanish-learning!! I took a beginner's course at uni in the spring semester, I'm going to take the next one when uni resumes in September. And yes, I'm studying it for LCDP. I mean I love languages in general, but I never had a particular need to study Spanish, until this year I suddenly did. I'm also Duolingo-ing it! Very slowly and steadily. Also, I adore the idea of your cat being your Denver. What's your cat's name??? What do they look like?? Tell me everything, you can't just leave it at my cat, you simply must allow me to meet them. Also, you know why guide cats aren't a thing? Because cats are the worst. I love cats, but you can't just teach them to do useful things. They'll do them if they want to. As I type this, my cat is trying to catch flies at my feet. Her name is Muusa.

I studied accounting for my undergrad!! So I can join you in [[[preventing]]] tax fraud and [[[recognising]]] tampering with financial statements. We can make a totally legitimate business out of it. No but truly, I'm certain we were taught some of those things with the expectation that our future employers would expect it of us. Capitalism is so fun :)))))) And you shouldn't be surprised, academia is but a stepping stone to crime, honestly. Any dark academia book will tell you this. You start out learning Latin and wearing turtlenecks, you end up with murder. That's just how academia works. And you seem to have already chosen your weapon... you're well on your way. :) Palermo the Pirate sounds great!!! I support your mutiny. I don't think I said, but this is my favourite word of the English language. Mutiny. Mutiny????? It doesn't sound very serious. It sounds cute, actually. I love it.

I'm so happy to hear you got your covid vaccine!!!! I had mine a month ago or so - I typed you a reply to the subway Gandía thing on the train ride back, actually. I was really stressed about getting it on my right arm, because I'm left-handed, and last time I got a vaccination (like a decade ago) they insisted on giving it on my left arm and I was sad :( But this time!! I got it on my chosen arm and was very pleased. So anyway, that was a segue. I'm glad you got your covid shot and were side effect -free!!!

My week has been good, thank you!! I went to my uni city for my niece's birthday on Monday, and as said I'm going back on Friday (tomorrow). So this time in between has felt like exactly that, time in between. I started reading Call Me By Your Name. I had my Korean class last night. Now I'm hanging out with my cat (she has stopped chasing flies and climbed to my lap) and talking to you. My holidays started already in May! And uni resumes in the beginning of September, but I'm a tutor for new students so I need to show up three weeks earlier for the orientation weeks. Yes, we do three weeks of orientation (read: three weeks of drinking). It's a bit insane.

Now I need to ask you again how your week has been, since I'm so slow. How has your week been?? Are you free from your exams?? When does your uni resume?

Stroopwafels are so good ahhh I'll have to buy them when and or if I see them. Possibly when I'm in central Europe but haha I can hope to be lucky and see them at a store with imported stuff, you know. My favourite cookies??? Omg maybe these ones - they have this truffle filling, and they're fun to eat (this is important in cookies, you see):

And of course they're Fazer. Because Finnish people have only one setting, apparently. Or maybe that's just me. But all cookies are great, honestly. I like making American cookies, that's always a fun pastime (and you get to have cookie dough, that's like half the fun). I've actually not made them for a lifetime??? Maybe I should, soon. I'll keep you updated. Also, brookies. I love making brookies, they're great.

I really really appreciate being given prompts, I hope you know that!! Thank you!! Consider me pocketing this prompt and maybe eventually some day theoretically getting back to you about it!! You're right - it has Berlermo energy. Insofar as either of them actually have other friends. :)

Thank you for this kind message, dear gay bike anon <3 I'd apologise for my slowness in replying but I think I'd rather you just assume that I'll get back to you, and thank you for your patience <3 Your kind and funny and chaotic asks always brighten my day. I hope you'll have a great rest of the week and just... all the nice and fun and good things and great vibes in life. All the best, dear gay bike anon <3 Take care!! And greetings from Muusa as well - she just yawned and I presume that means "greetings".

#only love for gay bike anon #the timeline became accidentally somewhat restored with this one #I may have intended to reply to medieval snails first - I was writing these two simultaneously even though that makes very little sense #- but I finished this one first #strange!!!!!! but yes all the best to you my friend I hope you'll have a great day and a best rest of this week!!#asks #I'm scrolling to check that the formatting didn't break and the random box of cookies amuses me

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voice-of-anarchy · 8 years ago

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ALISSA WHITE-GLUZ: Getting Fired From THE AGONIST Was 'The Worst Betrayal I've Ever Felt In My Life'

ARCH ENEMY frontwoman Alissa White-Gluz says that getting fired from THE AGONIST was "the worst betrayal" she has ever felt in her life and has vowed to never speak to her former bandmates again.

White-Gluz was announced as the new singer of ARCH ENEMY on March 17, 2014. That same day, THE AGONIST revealed that they had recruited Vicky Psarakis as Alissa's replacement, saying in a statement that they wished White-Gluz "all the best with ARCH ENEMY and her future endeavors." A day later, Alissa released her own statement in which she claimed that she "had every intention of (and had even started) writing and recording yet another killer album [with THE AGONIST] this year," but explained that her "former bandmates decided to choose a different path." She also said that "the unfortunate decision" to part ways "was made beyond [her] control" and added that she would "always be proud of the three albums [she and THE AGONIST] created since 2005."

Alissa, who co-founded THE AGONIST in 2004 (then known as TEMPEST), has been largely quiet about the circumstances that led to her departure from the band, choosing instead to focus on the touring activities in support of ARCH ENEMY's 2014 album "War Eternal", which marked her recording debut with the latter group. But during a recent appearance on HATEBREED frontman Jamey Jasta's official podcast, "The Jasta Show", Alissa aired her side of THE AGONIST split for the first time, saying that she "never in a million fucking years" suspected that she would get kicked out of her own band.

Recalling some of the early discussions she had with ARCH ENEMY about replacing that band's singer of thirteen years, Angela Gossow, Alissa said: "It was in 2013, and Angela and Michael [Amott, guitar] from ARCH ENEMY had asked me if I wanted to join, and so I said, 'Well, can I keep doing the band that I'm in?' [referring to THE AGONIST]. And they were, like, 'Yeah, we want you to be happy, so if you want, we can work out a schedule where both bands can be fulfilled.' And in my head, at that point, I had already been spending a lot of time with KAMELOT [touring as a guest vocalist], so I was, like, 'Oh, well, with KAMELOT, I'm just a guest. They can replace me easily. So I'll just stop doing KAMELOT and focus on ARCH ENEMY and my current band.' 'Cause that band was my baby. I built that band, I picked the name, I drew the logo, I directed all the photo shoots… You know, it was my band."

She continued: "I thought that we made great music together [as THE AGONIST]. I really liked the music that we were all making. I think everyone was very talented in that band. And so I told them. I was actually on tour with KAMELOT when I started having discussions with ARCH ENEMY, and that was earlier in the year. And so when I got back to Montreal, and then the next time we were all together, we did a short run, I think, in New England. And so I got all the guys together and we were in, like, a Walmart parking lot. I think the van was getting an oil change or something, so we were sitting by the trailer, and I called them all over and I told them. I'm, like, 'I've signed a confidentiality statement, so I can't tell you the name of the band, but I just wanna let you guys know I'm gonna start working with another band. I've been working with KAMELOT a lot recently, and that's been taking up my time, but I've decided that, to make sure I have enough time for both, I just won't do KAMELOT anymore. But I'm gonna be working with this other band. I think it's gonna be great for us, because it's a band that we all like. It's a band that we've wanted to tour with for a long time.' And they were, like, 'Who is it? Is it NIGHTWISH?' So they weren't happy, but then I told 'em, I'm, like, 'But don't worry, because I've worked out with the manager a schedule where we're gonna have enough time to do our stuff. The manager's totally cool with me keeping my band. So it's gonna be fine.' And the manager [of ARCH ENEMY] is Angela. So with Angela, I worked out a schedule that would have made it totally fine for ARCH ENEMY to do some tours and record our album and me to still have enough time to devote to that band. And another thing that I told 'em, I was, like, 'At this point, I'm also not gonna be working my dayjob anymore, so those forty hours a week I can devote to music.' So I was, like, 'Okay. Perfect.' And this was in, like, June or July of 2013. In July and August, I was on tour with [THE AGONIST], and then September I had a KAMELOT tour, October I had a Europe tour with [THE AGONIST], November I had a KAMELOT tour again, and then December finally, I came back and [THE AGONIST] did some local shows. And the whole time everything was good, and we were, like, really positive. I was actually really happy. 'Cause I was, like, 'Wow, things are finally going well. They are being really understanding.' And I have e-mail chains back and forth with Angela where I was, like, 'No, they're being really cool about it. I'm really happy. And the schedule looks good.' And I forwarded them the schedule. It was literally broken down for, like, the next three years. Like, March and April will be ARCH ENEMY time, June and July will be your [time]… Like, really, just perfectly laid out. And it was great. Michael was happy with that too. And we did a show in a city in Quebec. It was around mid-December [2013]. We did the show, and I was on a video interview from a local TV station, in French, and they asked, 'What's going on? How's the band going?' And I remember being really happy and telling them, 'Yeah, I have five songs written, and we're making a new album now. And it's really cool music. I'm really happy. I'm excited to get the album done.' And I remember just being really proud of what we were doing musically and where we were going. And then the next morning… One of the guys [from THE AGONIST] doesn't live in Montreal, so the other three guys showed up at my door and came into my house. And they were just, like, 'We need to have a meeting.' So I was, like, 'Okay. Well, what's wrong? This is a crazy emergency meeting. For sure, let's talk about what's going on.' And never in a million fucking years would I have suspected that I was getting kicked out of my own band. They basically sat down and they told me that one of the guys in the band gave them an ultimatum and said, 'Either we kick her out or I'm gonna quit the band, because I don't want her in the band anymore.'

"While this was happening, I was in complete, complete panic mode. Even as we were having the meeting, I was, like, 'Well, we don't have to do this. Why is this even a thing?' And so then it ended with them leaving. And I was, like, 'I'll write to…' We had just gotten a new manager at that point; he hadn't done anything yet at this point. But I was, like, 'Look, I'll write to him, and I'll tell him what you guys think, and we'll figure something out.' And I thought I was still gonna work this out. And so as soon as they left, I went to go into my e-mail to get the manager's contact, and I couldn't get into my e-mail account. So then I went to go into my Facebook, I couldn't get into my Facebook. I went to get into Twitter, I couldn't get into Twitter. I went to get into our YouTube, I couldn't get into YouTube. And these were all accounts that I created, and I had only recently — because I had been so busy with KAMELOT — I had only recently given access to some of the other members to start posting on, and because I had been so busy, I didn't notice…

"It was the middle of the night in Europe at this point, so I was calling Angela freaking out, calling Michael freaking out, 'Oh my God! What just happened? I don't understand.' I was trying to get hold of the people at Century Media [THE AGONIST's then-record label], trying to get hold of this manager guy. The manager guy didn't seem to understand what was going on. And he was, like, 'Well, you quit.' And I was, like, 'What? I didn't quit. This is my band. I would never quit this band.' And he was, like, 'They told me you quit.' So I was, like, 'Can we get on the phone, please? I don't know what's happening right now.' My whole life was basically being destroyed.

"So finally, I was freaking out. I couldn't get into my accounts. From my personal account, I wrote to Angela and whatever. And so finally, I actually managed to just, like, guess the security question and I got back into my e-mail account. And so then I was able to get the contacts that I had been building up for twelve years — everybody at the label, the manager, all this networking that I had been putting all of my life into, all of our contracts were saved in PDFs in that account. So I got back into there, and then I saw the e-mail chain that was accidentally forwarded from the label dating back to September where [the guys from THE AGONIST] went and found some other person to replace me on vocals. So now I had a name. I had no idea who this person was. I've still never seen her, never spoken to her ever. I just thought a professional courtesy would be, 'Just letting you know… Are you cool with this? Because I'm gonna be taking over your baby and your brainchild and the art that you've worked your ass off to create. I'm now gonna be representing that. Is this okay with you?' But I never received anything like that. Another thing that was super weird was I wrote these lyrics [for THE AGONIST] about being vegan and about being straight edge. And so I'm, like, 'Is this person vegan and straight edge? Is this person just gonna be singing something that they don't even believe in?' And I still don't know.

"Basically, I saw this happen. It occurred to me that they had been lying to my face throughout an entire thirty-day tour of Europe. Me talking about 'em, 'I'm so excited for the album. Listen to this. I did this on a song.' It now occurred to me that they were smiling to my face but secretly knew that they had found someone else."

Asked why she thinks THE AGONIST chose to kick her out of the band the way they did, Alissa said: "It was ego. I think it was ego. I still don't get it. I don't understand what the point of that was. Because I'm the kind of person, if there's a conflict, let's talk about it right now and solve it. I told them everything that I could. I literally had signed a confidentiality agreement, so I couldn't say the name 'ARCH ENEMY' to them, but I literally told them, 'It's a Swedish band we all love. There's a female singer I'm replacing.' What else could it be? [Laughs]"

She continued: "I had fans writing to me and being, like, 'Why did you quit? We loved you in that band.' And I was, like, 'I didn't quit.' And if you want proof of it, listen to the song 'Avalanche' on 'War Eternal', because that's exactly what I wrote that song about."

Alissa added that she hadn't spoken about her split with THE AGONIST before because she didn't "wanna publicly shame anyone." She explained: "I block those people. I don't see any news about them — nothing. Because, honestly, with social media, you can control what you see. So I just decided I don't wanna feel that betrayal anymore. Honestly, it's like… picture being in a marriage. And we had three albums, so say you have three kids and then suddenly you walk into your home that you built one day, and your husband or wife is literally cheating on you with another person, and then, rather than talking about it and trying to figure out what happened, they kick you out of the house and they steal your kids. And that's literally what it feels like. And so rather than dwelling in that pain, I just decided I was gonna not talk about it and be really thankful that I have ARCH ENEMY, which is a great band with great people, great management, and just focus on the fact that I have a band that I love. I can still do KAMELOT, which is another band that I love. And now I even have a solo project, where I can kind of revisit the music that I used to do. And so rather than bringing up the past and being super negative about it, I wish them the best. I don't agree with what they did. I don't have respect for what they did."

Asked if the door was open for some kind of mending of the fences if the guys in THE AGONIST wanted to "make it right," Alissa responded: "No. I'll never talk to them again — ever! That was the worst betrayal I've ever felt in my life. They stole a lot from me. It was not right. I know because fans have told me, 'Hey, they're saying this about you, they're saying that,' and rather than sinking to that level and actually presenting the truth… which I had to do at one point with the manager because he was actually being really rude to me and did not understand the situation. And finally, I was, like, 'Hey, I'm gonna forward you every e-mail concerning this situation.' And then finally he read those e-mails and understood that I was the one telling the truth. And then he stopped working with them. Because he was, like, 'Woah, wait a second. I was lied to.' And it wasn't by me. That was the only time that I've had to really be, like, 'Okay, I'm just gonna stand up for mysef and prove the truth here.' Otherwise, I just took the standpoint of I'm not gonna say anything negative about those people. I'm not even gonna talk about them at all. They've stolen enough from me. I'm not gonna let them steal any more of my energy. Instead I'm gonna put my energy towards the good things that I have, which is from this point and into the future."

THE AGONIST has released two albums so far with Vicky Psarakis on vocals: 2015's "Eye Of Providence" and 2016's "Five".

In a 2014 interview, THE AGONIST guitarist Danny Marino spoke about the band's split with Alissa, explaining: "Once we found out about the ARCH ENEMY thing and what it meant, we talked about it and decided it really can't work for us. It wasn't a case of Alissa filling in for a tour or an album, it was for everything and it was permanent. So basically, what we were going to go through for this new album we would go through for every album for the rest of our career… For example, one of the things we would have had to do was cancel all the European festival dates we [had] coming up if Alissa stayed with THE AGONIST. We were told we'd have to cancel those dates even though she'd be playing some of the same festivals with ARCH ENEMY. Their management said that can't really work. And even before this, we'd passed up a couple opportunities because of Alissa being out with KAMELOT. That wasn't as serious, obviously, and we were able to work with it."

He continued: "Not to say anything against Alissa, because I would understand if after six months or a year of being in ARCH ENEMY, she said to us, 'I've bitten off more than I can chew, I can't work with THE AGONIST.' I could foresee that possibility because I've seen it with other bands in a similar situation. Sometime it can work, but that depends on whether the 'B' band is will to become something of a side-project band, and we're not that band."

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