#julie powers kin

[unhingedkinfessions]

julie powers kinnie here and dude what the fuck. would rather drink toilet water than have to hear someone moral highgrounding what canon them did and what other scott's might've done. lame. people learn from experience and grow and change. jesus fuck have you tried taking off those rose colored goggles and looking in a mirror. i also get the resentment but also ??????

agreeing with mods should we hang up party streamers and celebrate bc wow thats so special and amazing good job. you get an ms paint star for your good boy behavior. so different.

TO SHREDS!!!!!!

[foxymaskmike]

So, I think I got a bit better at making blinkies so I decided to make a few SP kin ones since there's barely any SP blinkies in general!! :D (ill be posting them on DA later probably!)

I'll be posting them over the course of the next few days since Tumblr only allows 10 images per post (–˛ — º) there's 29 of them in all! But, here are the first 10 ...!

The exes are next!

also I know Lawrence is in like 0.1 seconds of the comic and even less of the anime but I wanted to include him just incase... I tried making like, almost every character soooo

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight

As always, I have edits:

This will make more sense at the end.

I came across some theories about this song, and wanted to look at it in depth.

We are reading with the understanding that he may be referring to Eddie.

[A gentle piano and bassoon track begins playing.]

The sun is low, it’s cold and dark,— end of season, but could also be a reference to night and danger after dark

Just wind and snow, I must remark,

The bugs all head to slumberland,—interesting given the use of toyland, also the commercial about remderem/insomnia (some must sleep but Wally is in the opposite state. Too aware?), but could be a reference to death, like “the big sleep”

Some might find it sad, but I understand,—on face value, he will miss his friends, but knows that it is inevitable.

Even if I might not be able to see you,—can’t see Eddie because he is gone/buried

I know it’s for the best, I can’t keep you,—Eddie staying would lead to serious consequences for Eddie

It’s time for all of you to get some rest,—after what we saw Eddie go through, I bet he would be better in a different state

To tuck you all into your arthropod nests,—bug stuff; also Julie's hibernation?

At this point, those last few lines could refer to a sort of death for Eddie. Almost like frank can preserve him in some way by giving him a death in this universe. If we are talking puppet world, which we did see in commercials, most of Eddie’s anxiety happened in that state. So, can Frank give Eddie a suspended or death like state in one of the layers of reality and he is preserved in storybook world or our real world?

With one last check, that nothing is amiss,

I can see you safe into your chrysalis,—this reads that he will put Eddie into a different state of being that he can come back from. The coming back is my interpretation only at this point because I assume frank wouldn’t choose death for him or would for sure be hurt by Eddie’s death. Things would have to be very bad if true death is a better option for Eddie.

Also, it hearkens back to the horror butterfly image. Another also, caterpillar to butterfly, an insinuation of emedging into a new form. I don’t see allusions to Howdy in here, but I suppose it is possible that this could refer to more than one neighbor and Frank is taking them all out.

As you snuggle down into your dirt,—reference to being buried?

I want to assure you that I won’t be hurt.

This clarifies that it is a sleeping type state, not death. Ok, here is we’re Eddie’s Halloween costume comes in. Frankenstein, changed from the Scarecrow in earlier art (presumably from wizard of oz). Interesting thing about scarecrow vs. Frankenstein is that we see scarecrow taken apart during that film and Frankenstein is famously assembled from parts of different people. Interestinger is the fact that they are both afraid of fire. (I love that Young Frankenstein shows up more than the original in a search.)

Frankenstein (and scarecrow) are both put back together, but for Frankenstein it seems more of a new being, not just a reassembling. Frankenstein (aka frankenstein’s monster) is a thinking, speaking individual that was horrified at the situation he was in. Frankenstein in the book murders to punish his creator for the immorality of creating him and the resulting loneliness that the monster feels. As such, the choice is very interesting. If the puppets of welcome home come to be aware or sentient, I wonder how they would feel about Ronald Dorelaine or their situation?

If the movie version is the focus of Eddie’s costume choice, then he would be a potentially thinking and feeling being (he is afraid of fire), but without further evidence we don’t know his thoughts.

Scarecrow is a guy without a brain, with the power of speech, so a kind of opposite. I think they all end up just needing to be confident, which is why some shyster from the Midwest is able to help. This almost seems to be more in tune with Eddie's character--Eddie has a tendency to appear kind of ditsy, is constantly being dismissed by others. In the end, we find out he is actually smart but lacks confidence. I can see that being true for Eddie as well.

If I had to pick out a character for Frank, it would be the Tin Man. Poppy is the Cowardly Lion, Wally is Dorothy. Home is Home. There are more parallels here than I was expecting. Howdy is the Wizard, Julie can be Glenda, and the Wicked Witch...is kind of no one? Sally can be a flying monkey. She works my nerve. Also, the whole spying thing was done by the monkeys in the movie.

But now that I am thinking about it, this comparison makes a lot of sense, in terms of the complex relationships, as well as the levels of reality that you find in Wizard of Oz. A big event leads to a shift in the understanding of reality, and the lead finds themselves in a very colorful world that doesn't much resemble their own, but is very flashy, has songs, beloved characters, and a sense of danger. There are some things when thought about in the context of real life, or the black and white portion of Wizard of Oz, would be truly frightening.

Of course, Wizard of Oz shares a lot of parallels with Alice in Wonderland, which also seems somewhat related. In terms of source material, the Wizard of Oz is considered to be a parable that expresses the thoughts about US economic policy in the 1890's. This is a theory that you can read more about here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_interpretations_of_The_Wonderful_Wizard_of_Oz

It isn't super related, and not everyone believes that this is the case. However, it seems to be a very American type story, no matter what you believe, that touches on the experience of normal people while much larger forces lie and fuck around with everything.

As the holidays begin to approach,

I gently kiss, each and every roach,—kisses for Eddie. We have seen a realistic roach on the secret page with the mishmash of one script where Wally is deciding what to draw

I made sure to keep, my garden cozy,

So you can safely sleep, in fallen posies,—this whole stanza shows a desire to and promise of a quiet death and maybe even a maintained grave. I looked up posies to see where Eddie could potentially be buried. Posies refer to a nosegay, or small bouquet of flowers. It was a Victorian secret code thing, a way to declare love or even reject people based on flower and color. One that sticks with us in the form of red roses signifying love. On the map, there is a cluster of yellow flowers to the side of Frank’s house. Not sure this counts as his garden, since it is on the other side of the house. Julie has a group of flowers behind her house, but once again, not his garden. No fallen flowers that I can ID.

When googling posey, this is what comes up. I felt that there was a flower called a posey, and these do look like the big yellow flowers by Frank’s house. If any flowers fall in updates, I am going to assume someone is buried there.

There is also the ring around the roses rhyme, which could relate, but I don’t really see a correlation.

It’s time to get comfortable in your honeycomb,

take your winter intermission in your garden loam,—dirt, burying again

neatly nestled from the cold in roots and rhi-ya-zomes, — cozy dead

sleeping side by side under stately stones,—2 dead? Headstones is the link I make there--OK, now look at the pic! (I know, it's a reach.)

…And I’ll be inside of my home,—frank is staying to oversee something. It reads like calming the person who will die. This seems to bolster that arguments that I addressed in the post about bugs on the previous website, that Frank is working against, or at least parallel to Wally. With the bugs, the whispering to Eddie, and using his first name, I think it is reasonable to suggest that Frank is working against Wally and/or Home.

Another potential clue is the hidden video with the clothespins where 1 is upside down. I have theorized that it is a reference to Barnaby dying, but it could be Barnaby and Eddie. Only one clothespin is shown upside down though, so Barnaby or Eddie?

Regardless of how I feel you need to go away,

I’ll be the one to tell you, you just can’t stay,—he likes bugs but this is extreme of Frank, if he is talking about actual bugs

Thankfully I lack a sentimental sensibility,—true that, he generally seems calm.

I enjoy my Methodical Mundanity,—why is this capitalized? I looked and looked but I can’t find the origin of this phrase, though it came up a few times in random posts and articles. Clown does have a tendency to capitalize things that seem random. Me below is also capitalized. I listened as well, and I have to wonder why the singing is so bad? I don’t think the voice actors are bad at singing, seems like a deliberate choice to have reedy and unsteady vocals, pitch issues and pacing problems.

Where all that’s left is… Me.

So, this is a bit extreme for a song about hibernating bugs. I think that given our many references to bisecting or otherwise putting people into pieces (Eddie butterfly horror, frank in a pile of body parts, look I made a dog, and slinky Barnaby, now Frankenstein and Scarecrow) that we could be looking at death in a sense that works in one layer of reality. You disassemble a puppet, it is no longer a puppet. So what if Frank = Frankenstein and Eddie is Frankenstein’s monster? Frank can take him apart and put him back together in puppet reality?

If I had to guess, I am sticking with my working theory. Frank, as the smartest guy in the neighborhood, is the resistant force in the neighborhood. Wally/Home is/are the catalyst for the scary stuff. They are central to everything, physically and otherwise.

I have mentioned that in the last update, Sally and Poppy have the appearance of spies or managing Eddie. Given that Poppy doesn’t attend to party, I am anticipating that Eddie was isolated and watched by Sally during this planning period, where Wally and Barnaby walk the neighborhood to find out what Homewarming is. Given that it is said that Wally and Home instigated Homewarming, it is strange that everyone knows what it is except for Wally. It reads more as an attempt to achieve a goal, despite everyone knowing about the holiday. Even Julie is at the party, and she is supposed to be hibernating. Well, they don't say exactly when Julie hibernates (maybe there was something about her doing it after the holiday?) Anyway, Poppy isn't at Homewarming. She could be at home, but the book stating that they are all here seems like an attempt to cover up her absence. What is she doing? Snooping in the Post Office while Sally watches Eddie? Does Eddie want to go home for not feeling well or he has an idea of what is happening while he is gone?

Maybe Frank sees his boyfriend and comrade at arms about to get hit with something bad, so to preserve him and the opposition, he is going to disassemble him (cue Johnny 5) for protection.

In the past, Sonny (the Brazilian bird) was cast as the opposition to Wally, and included in a relationship with Frank. This work in particular comes to mind:

Clown has stated that they removed Sonny from the project due to the story changing from one with a hero, to one without, as that wasn't the story that they wanted to tell. What if, though, instead of Sonny being written out for the hero reason, there was another reason? What if we are seeing Frank taking on being the neighborhood's savior? He is just snarky enough to make it seem less like a hero situation and more because it was impacting his garden.

[whatudottu]

All this new Earthspark content (i say with a sigh, not liking what i see), just makes me think more about it? Season 1, so good I didn’t need to think about… give or take Shockwave and the rushed end. Season 2? God- and I’m hearing the bloody ‘Decepticon Dome’ is still around for I guess this is season 3 instead of 2b??

I feel like I wanna share my notes for a season 2 rewrite or at least some concepts for one (with some Shockwave edits from season 1) that I had written on… *looks at the date* 28th July just before I started my shift-

Let’s see what happens then :P

First of all, Shockwave.

What do you mean the fucking unethical science guy has issues with what he immediately labels as cybrids? TFP Father-of-Predacons guy? IDW Literally-Becomes-Onyx-Prime guy?

So you’d think my first idea is to turn him not-racist right? Make him curious about the terrans like (using my main Shockwave experience) his Prime’s equivalent interest in predacons, right?

But what if I didn’t, what if he still has that speciesism but… reflavoured it into something more fitting? Say the ‘medical exploitation’ variant of racism that TFES Shockwave can openly claim that ‘I know I’m doing all these unethical experiments to one specific group, but I would do the same for any cybertronus’ to use Mandroid’s scientific name, but really he doesn’t actually desire to experiment on others he might consider the ‘default’. The kind of racism that treats others as scientific wonders in need of full study.

Heh, TFP Shockwave got off lucky, his obsession was predacons and he only knew they were sapient after reviving one from the dead AND discovering it he could transform; something about archeology vs graverobbing :P

Shockwave in the season 1 finale thus has more willingness to work with people who he considers in some way to be lesser, at least different; what’s a good test for a species’ intelligence than watching them problem solve against a corrupt government organisation?

Now onto the actual fucking season 2 notes then shall we?

With GHOST and Mandroid gone we are lacking threats that aren’t the fucking Decepticons again. The Quintessons of course take Mandroid’s role of the active antagonist, the one or ones that act their own agenda divorced from a wider perspective, but who fills GHOST’s role as the passive background threat? Well, as GHOST was the only company/organisation that had extended their hand to establish a proper post-war cybertronian-human alliance, and they seemed to be pretty tied in to either the government or with heavy media scrutiny, in its place could be filled by the actual American government now labelling any and all cybertronian (and terran) presence as criminal behaviour and thus officially rendering them as illegal literal aliens.

I’m not saying this is what the show should’ve done because that is a fucking stretch, but if I’m gonna rewrite Earthspark that’s who I’d want to fill the slot, fanfiction (maybe bayverse) kinda stuff. Maybe for a ‘kid friendly’ ‘not-so-anti-american’ way to make it just a special task force that’s still paramilitary enough to not get conservatives to freak; but let it be known the original idea :P

Back to Mandroid, considering the type (and aesthetic) of his final cybernetics - as well as his sharkticon guards (?) that he from what I remembered freed from somewhere (like a fucking shark pit???) - what if he had in fact made contact with the quintessons and, learning that he was from Earth, they had assumed that humanity and the Malto children were the children of Quintus, they were in fact assumed kin by His abandonment. When Mo ends up waking the executioner, it is still however her cybersleeve that draws it’s attention, yet it is also the terrans that draw its ire as they seem kin to the cybertronians Quintus oh so favoured over them, but also because they are filled with Quintus’ energy and ‘getting in the affairs’ or ‘robbing the power’ of humanity by their disturbance.

It’s not particularly too far off of the actual canon motivations to coming to Earth, as they already view humanity as fellow creations of Quintus even if literally untrue and prefer them to cybertronians and specifically to the maltos, but just imagine them being more anti-cybertronian rather than ‘pick me’ over Quintus’ chosen (one of the better things about 2b/3, the Judge actually acknowledged that the human Maltos were another set of child soldiers chosen for a destiny beyond their years, heh even Prowl agrees).

In a way, with this, both the human government and the quintessons can come to the idea that (for their own reasons and information provided) cybertronian affairs disrupt the human way of life and need to - in one way or another - be punished for their ‘chaos’.

Regardless though, the Emberstone is still shattered, and it’s not coming back (though the characters don’t know that… yet).

What doesn’t happen between it shattering and it’s… let’s say ‘pieces’ for now… is that the Decepticons don’t ‘do what they do best’.

Without GHOST in the way to arrest any Decepticon by virtue of them losing the war, the Autobots can actually begin to offer a genuine chance at armistice. Maybe not full on peace, their existence is a little too criminalised at the moment to immediately settle give or take a millennia worth of war in one sitting, but it is so much easier to prove to the Decepticons that they do in fact have a chance of rest against vorns of war and years of imprisonment and - as much as saying so word for word may begrudge the mecha - can ‘prove’ that they are worth as much freedom as the Autobots so prattle on about if neither of them have power over them in the ways GHOST provided.

What are their current goals? 1) do not get captured by government agents; there’s only so many cybertronians left even with a large concentration in Witwicky, and who knows if GHOST sent their technology back to their military. 2) do not let the government know of the terrans’ existence; with what Mandroid was invested in and what GHOST had intended to learn from him, neither faction nor any of the Maltos want to let the terrans become fugitives or pet projects (the craziest scientist they’ll even begin to consider studying the terrans would be Shockwave but even then they’d prefer even bloody Tarantulas more than him). And 3) gather the Emberstone shards before the government does; if Mandroid literally killed every cybertronian and terran on Earth with one blast of the full thing, what is the strength of one fragment actually measured by?

Given that apparently a shard with just a little bit of water is enough to make an entire spark (or at least, depending on what we learnt from 2a or the designs in 2b/3) act in replacement to a spark, probably decently powerful enough-

But to quote Brennan Lee Mulligan in his quite popular Game Changer, on a planet with 70% water coverage, weather patterns of a few sorts that scatter H2O in its many states to its surface, and all the time in the world between the Emberstone shattering and scattering, it is a “…statistical wonder…” that there were TWO (count them, 2) ‘’’’’’’’’Chaos’’’’’’’’’ terrans throughout - I’ll give it this - the entirety yet exclusively of the Americas.

First of all, FUCK THE TERM ‘CHAOS’ TERRAN! Let’s describe them as shard-spark for now, continuing to use Mandroid’s scientific terms we do not know if there’s a particular biomechanical difference beyond the Emberstone shard to sever the terrans AKA cybertronus terran from their new shattered siblings… or perhaps only cousins.

Second of all, shard-spark terrans are NOT born evil, just troubled in whatever relevant ways their circumstances cause them to be. Most often however without the conflict between the factions, a lot them if they do not happen upon a body of water in a location of dry weather conditions or even unluckily get stuck in a glass display would end up probably already being terrans by the time Autobots, Decepticons and 3rd or 4th party lock onto their signal to track them down from interesting community reports.

You know what was funny? Seeing everyone fall in love with Breakdown projecting a father-son relationship onto Aftermath who conversely didn’t give a shit, because y’all would just see Breakdown imposing that as just the cutest thing ever when he literally didn’t earn the right to think that way about a stranger that happened to be a child.

No, if Breakdown wants his ‘being a parent’ moment, he needs to put his back into it and make an effort to at least fucking try to be a parent? Hell, he can fucking suck at it and maybe even fall into a similar situation where he imposes the parent-child relationship onto a bad relationship, the main caveat being that it isn't supposed to be funny that Aftermath doesn't get it.

Breakdown can be the first contact with a shard-spark terran, maybe a few others or maybe alone, maybe he and Bumblebee took it upon themselves to race towards a shard only to discover a lost child. Instead of the fucking gang recruitment way 2a attempts to explain Aftermath going along with Breakdown, both the racers are mildly freaking out that there's a solitary kid who may or may not be a little fucking pissy right, just in the very spot both their scanners are saying IS the Emberstone shard they've been tracking. It takes a harsher more Decepticon standard demand to get Aftermath to follow either of them over a softer weaker Autobot plea; a force of habit for both of them, even if Breakdown starts actively avoiding Bee's responding glare.

Something about Breakdown associating harsh orders, reprimands and mutual hostility says more about him and his relationship to 'family' than it does on Aftermath sneering at squishy feelings that make him feel weird and preferring the worse treatment since it's the one thing he's got experience in. Something about how in fandom spaces every group of people is immediately turned into found family or just straight up family? Well- considering that Breakdown joined the Decepticons because the Stunticons also had done so (and changing Breakdown's association of Decepticons as family down to Stunticons as family), considering that most iterations of the characters 4 mentally ill soldiers and an abusive leader that actively preys on his team's weaknesses then... heh.

Breakdown finding the bickering and the fighting and the unspoken assumptions of that meaning family... it DOES mean more for Breakdown than it does for Aftermath doesn't it? :P

I don't think I got a good order with this but :P With GHOST gone the Autobots don't have a main base anymore, and by don't I fucking MEAN IT they don't go back to GHOST headquarters after all is said and done; it would be the first place to look for cybertronian activity after the government finds out the closest thing humanity had for bot sympathisers went belly up after all. Between them and the newly freed Decepticons, there is only one neutral ground between them on the Malto farm, but it would be Starscream to bring up stink over it (if even in his mischaracterisation in 2a he labels Autobots as oppressors) siting that the Malto's are functionally civilian and shouldn't - whether or not they could at all in the first place - be responsible for the housing of all these soliders; it's a farm, not a warbase, there is no need to bring more children into their squabble especially with the likelihood of crossfaction shared quarters he'd say.

There is one fortification left to stand against potential government hunting, even if it means to repair defense systems and cloaking devices, even signal scramblers just to hopefully allow rest to those tired of running. None of the Autobots would be happy about it - the Decepticons might disagree seeing it as potentially a little bit funny and as a little bit of petty revenge - but that base may or may not happen to be quite purple in it's paintjob, Decepticon base. To offer the curtsy that none of the 'Cons were given however, the Autobots in addition to the betrayer Megatron would be allowed free reign of the base, give or take a few zones off-limits even to lower ranked Decepticon forces. It's not like the Autobots would have left the base unraided in their time under GHOST's thumb, so there's no doomsday weapons to be wary of anyone activating.

Actual base life doesn't feel horrible for the Decepticons who, thanks in all due part to Megatron's aggressive leadership and hostile work environment, are already particularly used to being near permanently on guard even at rest; if the Autobots still had a base of their own in the local area the Decepticons would've made an easy transition even if still incredibly tense. It takes an extremely disciplined trigger for the Autobots not to snap under the tension, everyone save for Megatron who is used to being on edge, unfortunately for him the Decepticons give him shit constantly and tends to skew towards aggravating him than any of the 'Bots.

However, at the very least the remaining scientists have access to Shockwave's lab, which he might be more willing to share if it helps Wheeljack and Tarantulas to agree to run some tests on the terrans and actually begin to study them to get the full picture, at least as full as they can without dissection which is one of the compromises Shockwave would have to contend with especially if Nightshade wants to be science team buddies with at least the other 2. Either way, probably the least hostile section in the crosshabitation Decepticon base? Mostly because of the fact they're all agreeing to science together rather than punch each other.

But not everyone actually remains in the base, some take off to find better opportunities or because they find the base environment more stiffling than usual real free spirit types, AKA Breakdown. And also why I don't think I ordered this the right way- but I suppose from Emberstone to 'chaos' terran to Aftermath to Breakdown may break if I went no GHOST to no Autobot base to 'don't hide warriors in civilian homes' to Decepticon base to Breakdown to Aftermath... actually no... because then I can go to 'chaos' terran again and bring up Spitfire and others.

So, speaking of...

Shard-spark terrans, while not guaranteed to be trouble-kids so to speak, they are more predisposed to such given the circumstances of their creation in addition to the presence of the shard they are aptly named after. Aftermath is of course a bit of a destruction lover, it feels so good to break things it's often quite the shame that to have a broken thing, you must destroy something that may or may not have a use when it is unbroken. Breaking trees, breaking roads, breaking armour (even if it's a little baby dent to a soldier who's dealt with worse from a kid who didn't even exist up until a week ago), all the same to Aftermath who loves the thrill of it and hates things that make that thrill go away.

Can't even make a dent in that annoying Jawbreaker's armour! Ugh, he'll just have to teach JB to break something for him to make these gross feelings stop AKA JB discovers 'breaking things' stim and (with a bonus quick rewrite of his altmode episode where HE'S the one wreaking havoc on town because 'STOP BABYING HIM' 'WHY WON'T YOU LIKE ME' 'I HAVE AN ALTMODE NOW WHY DON'T YOU PAY ATTENTION TO ME' feelings) feels like really bad about it when he wants to break more things and scream :P good thing his mum's a veteran she can probably get him to do a war cry!

Spitfire kinda immediately did a gifted kid speedrun I think instead, Twitch 2.0 with a better drone model with better and more capabilities and the speed to out fly the out-mode, only up until it is Twitch who is preferred for her softer attitude and willingness to give up all that lets her win for someone else. Look Megatron, if you introduce a 'non-deadly' version of the Polyhex Protocol, maybe make fucking sure there is literally no fucking way for someone to be in immense 'death by falling' danger? Look look look look look- you put a newborn into her first race (btw, created while falling and thus having first hand experience that falling isn't deadly), say it's not to the death, and expect her not to assume that the giant cliff beneath the flying fox was also safe?? And that you had initially planned the Malto CHILDREN to run the course also and yet failed to create a proper safety net, literally or not you have a flight mode you could've played spotter!

Is Spitfire without fault? No, but what do you expect a newborn storm child to know about safety especially with a competitive streak like the one she's fast to develop! You all told her how she has the better altmode and 'better than this' why are you all looking at her like she'd suddenly BROKEN!?

And all these fuckers think they can all hug it out while she stands out in the rain biting and gnawing for attention?! Gross!

:P AKA Spitfire is like 12 (minutes) old and already fallen from grace, no wonder she gets a kick out of mutual 'want to bite people' sibling Aftermath :P

I think these thoughts are spiraling though to be fair my notes are also at this point spiraling-

Spitfire and Aftermath love to brawl with each other, it's too wild to be called sparring but it's not particularly deadly enough to call a battle, though it does get out of hand in ways that Breakdown - if he's still trying for parenthood - isn't even prepared to deal with (bumblebee voice: first time?). During one such brawl, Breakdown alternating between chasing the pair and backing off as they throw in more hits on each other, the kids accidentally run into Skullcruncher and - instead of backing down like someone more in the know - end up dragging him out of his listless reverie when Spitfire dodges Aftermath's double hammerfist after he threw her into the Decepticon.

Now why am I bringing up Skullcruncher is he secretly my favourite character? No, no he really isn't. But considering he's been used as a tool to not only display Mandroid's mind control technology as well as the visible consequences of that technology being used by GHOST, I feel as though he'd been left in the dust to kinda... regress? To disappear into his head? Some fucked up torture coping really, just in a literal brainwashing sense since :P GHOST wanted a pet project test subject. The aforementioned science team, with the help of everyone that was mind controlled and able to tell of it, have been trying to work through the brainfog it seems to have left Skullcruncher with. Regardless of the actual care they have for him specifically, they want to know if there's any actual lingering corruption on a mecha's processor all in due part because of it, to see if it would affect them physically as it had done mentally.

Between Shockwave's calculated response only providing his own experience in cold logic, Hashtag's experience (Shockers listing her under 'confounding variable' because of her status as a terran) having been used to connect her to Starscream when it counted the most whether or not she was good at playing therapist as a child full of fears and no wisdom, and Megatron nearly gunning down a kid he believed to be the hope of all cybertronian kind (all of the science team is reminded of how he has changed, how he now feels guilt over the future he could've failed instead of snuffing it out himself without mind), there may be a few networks rewired via the cybertronian equivalent of neuroplasticity... but the results so far are inconclusive and it's looking more and more likely to just be biopsychological placebo and coping mechanism Skullcruncher invariably got himself stuck in.

But getting dragged into the antics of laughing yet snarling children, going around beating each other around base not out of malice but out of pure enjoyment and glee, being chased around by someone who has the time and freedom - if not, the ability to be panicked about something so relatively small - to try and deal with the situation? Sure, the first strike is always surprising, and maybe he panicked with something violent in response. But the shard-spark siblings were already in the ebb and flow of their fight, if they got caught or grazed by jaws, if they got hit or dodged a sweep of claws, they'll fight like they always enjoyed. Skullcruncher may not be fully present, may not ever be, but hey... maybe those kids can help fight away the monotony and get him out of his head, out of the past the same faces of over a million years couldn't get to sooner.

Something like that?

And to give more love to other side characters that don't even get voices, why not some more Insecticon content- hell, why not a shard-spark terran who becomes an Insecticon, or at least has a bug altmode that caters to their personality. The 'sit alone inside the tube of a playground set all recess' type, the 'uses thoughts to give themselves company' type, the 'weird loner' type who's non-verbal and asocial? A very patient praying mantis, who takes the bugs outside when they're in and wants to show others the cool little creatures? To BE a bug?

Breakdown, who's willingly tied himself down to who he immediately claimed as his kid... his kids now? He... let's Spitfire decide for herself if she wants to be that but... Aftermath calls him 'old man', that's... that's what humans call their 'dad' right? They both make his spark ache and he's growing more and more confused at why he doesn't just run, take to the streets and drive away where his spark can be free again. But the idea sends his systems into a stronger more whole-body version of the feeling, shooting through his chest down through his arms and legs, in ways that feel familiar but... warmer than with any of the Stunticons.

Bumblebee, who was more or less stuck with the Maltobots as Optimus changed his mission, having gotten to actually learn from them as they learnt from him; he knows the feeling, he knows it strongly. And if they get to hang out more now that they aren't actively fighting each other - though I guess it's still a mutual 'hiding from the government' thing isn't it - they might get to talking about it.

"Yeah, that's just classic worry for you." "Bee, I KNOW what worry feels like, we've been at war for Primus knows how long!" He hated the way it sounded like Bumblebee was brushing him off, emphasised with waving of his hand like he was dusting his plating. If his 'cool' slipped well, the 'Bot didn't press him on it. "Always worrying about dying, worrying about energon. Pit! Worried about shrapnel to the wheels, can't keep beating you in races if my tires blow." Maybe not the best thing to bring up considering... "This is different." It has to be, because he knows he worried about the Stunticons, and they were his family. But... "Breakdown," When did he look away? Breakdown turned back to face Bee, "it's worry FOR them. It's... it's a worry because you care? I care about the Maltos, for the humans AND the terrans, and... I feel worried about them?" He can't help it, Breakdown laughs. A quiet chuckle really, turned snickers as Bumblebee's expressions twist. "HEY! What's so funny about that!?" Just in time to feel a fist beat against his shoulder - right on that afformentioned wheel, hah - even though his optics are narrowed and dentae bared, Bee vents out a laugh he tried and failed to hide. "Mr Never-Settle-Down hiding some wisdom I missed?" He squints at the name but doesn't let that stop his smirk. "Hah, come on Bee, you said it like you were such an expert before! But look who's confused now, right? Because 'classic worry' is so hard to explain." Bumblebee shoves against Breakdown's chassis, venting out another huff. "Okay sure, I'm not perfect at explaining it but!" "You care about them, these new... shard-spark terrans?" Aftermath, Spitfire, almost instantly that burst of 'classic worry' runs his systems wild. "I'm not an expert, so don't quote me on anything but..." He offered up his hand, beckoning for Breakdown to take it in one bold move. "I can help with what I do know, yeah? You've got one handful of kids don't you." With another pulse of his spark, the 'classic worry' - that 'worry FOR them' emotion - shivers down his wires and back up to his chest. Wordlessly, Breakdown takes up the offer with a small quick nod of acknowledgement, and feels the residual tingle simmer. It's not the same feeling with the Stunticons, this kind of worry but... maybe that's a good thing. "Good talk, Feelings-Expert, now why don't I the Winning-Expert take you up on that race?"

Can you tell I hate the first episode of season 2b/3?

Get prepared for a mood shift, we'll be talking about GHOST again!

Obviously because GHOST going defunct and maybe so suddenly it's hard for anyone to corral it under control of the next in rank, it IS an entire organisation after all, there would be quite a few lingering resources within the building itself that the government may be interested in let alone the mecha that would be at a disadvantage to those who would access such resources. Mind control technology and research (definitely don't want the government having that), anti-cybertronian weapons and restraining tools, the fucking GHOST harddrives that were placed in the fucking public recycle centre A YEAR AFTER GHOST FUCKED OFF AND DIED!? Yep that's all getting scavenged, at least as best as they can be while the government is extracting as much resources they can without needing to be sneaky about it.

Hah, considering the lows GHOST is willing to go, one such section - another where the cybertronians can't seem to access one way or another - ends up leading to a morgue of cybertronians, Autobot AND Decepticon. Some of course were known casualties, others are now confirmed dead rather than missing, but missing is an apt term. Missing limbs, missing parts, missing heads. Open chests, open sparks, open processors. Cybertronians were only machines to GHOST, only machines to Mandroid, only machines to manipulate and not even mind control... reprogram would be the term more accurate.

With a well of supply for how cybertronian brains may work, of course someone could eventually slap a remote control onto them and pilot them like a puppet on strings, and it's something something pretty horrific yada yada robot corpse desecration is like nothing on human TV screens.

Hmm... as I said I did like that Prowl acknowledge that hey maybe kids shouldn't get involved with war (even if it might've been framed as 'are we sure children are capable of doing adult responsibilities), so I wonder if I should continue with what my July 28th notes say about him or not... hmm...

Okay! MAYBE! I think it could work?

ANYWAY! Villain Prowl who is a stickler for the rules, villainous only in the way a lawmaker is (read: maker) and collaborating with the government to work cybertronians into the system so that they may be apart of the judicial system, which uh fittingly reflects the quintesson motivation and probably would be really cool to parallel the two. Prowl finds out about human war crimes and goes 'hoo boy some if not a whole fucking many of these laws have been violated by the cybertronian war' and resolves to fix it, but under American government cannot do anything official nor fair while the law only considers humanity. Something something 'cybertronians shouldn't be held to human standard law' yada yada 'so you think yourself above it!?'

Maybe not VILLAIN Prowl per say, more antagonist Prowl who wants to atone for the crimes committed on Earth's surface and give back justice to the people but doing so in the only way he knows how, like a cop. Or at least like a second in command/high ranking Autobot commander and advisor, doing his 'due diligence' to make sure that justice is served and that crimes are punished, which I mean ACAB and all he's still a bastard about it by doing it AS FUCKING SOON as GHOST collapses or at least working actively after the fact but :P

Hah and yeah, Prowl would be stiff lipped about children engaging in conflict. For all the bastard cops that oh so value the punishment part of crime fighting, there are laws in other areas (especially around war) that are to the benefit of the innocent. It's just that war crimes seem to really be listed down after the war has official come to an end and the cybertronian war is still in armistice as of now, in due part because Prowl has committed to atoning NOW of all times :P

This was a bit of a mess, I hope you derive some enjoyment out of this

[dominadespina]

LAZAREVIC SISTERS II

Princess Dragana Lazarevic 

Early Life

She was born as the second out of five daughters of Lazar of Serbia with his wife; Milica. Her date of birth might be around the late-1350s or early-1360s. 

She is the namesaker of her paternal aunt; Dragana Hrebeljanović, the wife of a man named Musa.  She was likely born and raised in Prilepac with her eldest sister; Mara, before moving to Krusevac. 

Not much is recorded or known about her early or later life, but most people believe her to be the second wife of Emperor Ivan Shishman. 

Marriage to…….. Shishman

A lot of Serbian sources are divided about the identidy of her husband, but he certainly was an imperial representative of the Shishman family, and they married around 1386. 

Though Nikola Giljen, mentions her as the wife of Emperor Ivan Shishman, this seems highly unlikely, as Ivan was executated in June 3rd of 1395, and later that year in September, Dragana’s mother; Milica (Now Nun Eugenia) met with the fraternal council of the St. Paptelejmona monastery to discuss financial support that should be given to her daughters in case of poverty in widowhood. 

Nowhere does it mention the recent widowhood of one of her daughters, it can then be concluded that she is not the second wife of Ivan Sishman, but instead the wife of his eldest son; Aleksander Shishman. 

The confusion of her husband’s identidy might be due to the fact that Ivan Shishman proclaimed his eldest son; Aleksander as co-ruler and so by their marriage right both Dragana and Ivan Shishman’s second wife were referred to as “Empress Consorts.”

Nonetheless, nothing is known about the relationship she shared with her husband. Like most royal marriages at the time, it had more to do with the union of two houses into a paternership than a privy love affair. 

As Turks

In 1393, Sultan Bayezid Han conquered Trpovo on July 17. Ivan and his family were captured, it does seems like Dragana was one of the family members who were captured. 

In 1395, Ivan Shishman was executed by order of Sultan Bayezid. In the meantime Aleksander converted to Islam (It is unknown if Dragana converted with him) and became Iskender. Bayezid showed mercy to his kin and put him in a position of power, Iskender became the governer of an area near the Black Sea and was now referred to as "Iskender Bey". 

Later Life 

Nothing is known about the later life of Dragana, after 1395 Serbian sources lost track of her.

Wether or not she outlived her husband is unknown, but if she did this might confirm that she did in fact convert to Islam along side her husband and became Turk, which is why she never returned home; to Serbia.

Issue

There are no known decsendants of either Iskender Bey or Dragana. 

( Sources: “КЋЕРИ КНЕЗА ЛАЗАРА ИСТОРИЈСКА СТУДИЈА ПОГОВОР” by Jelka Redep, Dve srpske sultanije : Olivera Lazarevic (1373-1444) : Mara Brankovic (1418-1487) by Nikola Giljen )

[vera-keller]

easy company registration cards part 2

part 1

included in this compilation under the cut are the registration cards of 13 more easy company veterans featured in band of brothers (2001). all are taken from publicly available draft records held in online databases and collected by me, and contain details like the registrant's serial number, physical attributes, date and place of birth, phone number, residential and mailing addresses, place of employment and nominated next of kin, as well as their handwriting sample and signature. like or reblog if you use or save.

a note about draft registration

during the second world war, the united states selective service system conducted a total of six draft registrations, the records of which are held collectively in two groupings at the national personnel records centre in st. louis, missouri. members of easy company were drafted in all but one of these registrations from october 1940 through to december 1942. the six registrations are as follows:

16 october 1940: males aged 21 to 35 "within the continental united states". winters, nixon, welsh, toye, perconte and liebgott were among those registered on this date.

1 july 1941: males "who had reached 21 since the first registration". lipton and speirs were registered on this date.

16 february 1942: between the ages of 20 and 45 "who had not previously registered". roe, bull, malarkey and luz, among others, were registered on this date.

27 april 1942: between the ages of 46 to 65 "not eligible for military service". no known easy company members were registered on this date.

30 june 1942: between the ages of 18 to 20. talbert, webster, grant, guarnere, babe, shifty, skip and christenson, among others, were registered on this date.

10-31 december 1942: "those who reached the age of 18 after 12 november 1942". penkala, who turned 18 in august 1942 three months before the cutoff, was nonetheless among those registered in this period.

if you have a family member or ancestor who served in a branch of the us armed forces during either the first or second world war, chances are that you can find their registration card on databases like ancestry.com and familysearch.org.

david webster

john martin

burton "pat" christenson

edward "babe" heffron

albert blithe

darrell "shifty" powers

floyd talbert

warren "skip" muck

alex penkala

alton more

walter "smokey" gordon

james "moe" alley

edward tipper

[gushalperswife]

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[lovernya]

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[wearethekat]

February Book Reviews: A Flame in the North by Lilith Saintcrow

Picked this new release up because I've found Saintcrow's books engaging in the past. Solveig has a respected position in her father's hall as one of the most powerful magic users seen in generations. But when her brother impulsively kills a man in a brawl, she's sent north with the dead man's kin as a weregild tribute in recompense. As Solveig travels northward, she begins to realize that the Northerners are not who they seem-- and legends she's heard about the evil that lurks there are more than stories.

Saintcrow does an excellent job of establishing Solveig's Norse-inspired home. It's obvious that she's done research into the material reality of the period, which makes for a much more engaging setting than tacking some (inaccurate) horned helmets onto things and calling it a day. The prose is in a high-formal, faux archaic style which personally I enjoy, but some people might find grating.

Where this book fell a little short for me was the pacing. For a hefty four hundred fifty pages, this book does little more than introduce the basic premise before ending on a cliffhanger with little to no plot threads resolved. It takes a hundred pages to cover the initial setup I summarized in two sentences above-- Solveig being sent north as weregild. The slow pacing is exacerbated by Solveig's essentially passive position in the plot. It's an understandable decision based on her situation and reverence for the rules that govern a weregild's behavior-- but it also means that Solveig could be effectively replaced by a very important suitcase for most of the story without changing the plot.

One further side note and caveat about this book. While the first half of the book had worldbuilding I enjoyed, the second half of the book abruptly entered a narrative where every single backstory was cribbed directly from Tolkien's Silmarillion. I don't mean it vaguely resembled the Silmarillion, with a shadowy big bad and orcs and elves. I mean Saintcrow presented the reader with sentences of plot taken directly from it, with only some token name changes. A representative but not exhaustive list of examples: The theft of the Silmarils and the Oath of Feanor

Of Faevril's works he spoke, many works of seidhr wrought by an Elder alkuine's hands in the uttermost West. Of how the Enemy, granted grace and lee to repair damage he had previously wreaked, betrayed that ruth with the murder of Faevril's father and the theft of many great works, as well as a crime so dark the Elder do not speak of it, dimming the light of their home well before Moon or Sun arose. Of Faevril's sons and the vengeance they swore with their wrathful father did Eol speak...

The romance of Beren and Luthien and the recovery of one of the Silmarils from Morgoth

"Whatever he told you was only in service to finding what Bjornwulf and Lithielle won at great cost. He and his brother will slay any who seek to keep the Freed Jewel from them, even their kin-- that is their oath...

Nithraen is a hidden elven cave city that fell in an attack involving a dragon-- which is, of course, the story of Turin Turambar and the fall of Nargothrond.

Aeredh clasped the tall man's shoulder, and it looked like he was delivering even worse tidings than Nithraen's fall, for that was the only time I saw Tarit son of Hajithe pale and almost stagger. The songs say he lost a loved one in the cataclysm, an Elder maid...

An interesting beginning and a standout execution, but I don't think I'll be reading the sequel when it comes out in July. If I wanted to know what happens I would just reread the Silmarillion.

[1solone]

THE MYSTICAL NUMBER 33

Today KIN 33 7Skywalker marks the 33rd day of the sacred Tzolkin Matrix, giving us an opportunity to explore the multi-dimensional significance of this number across the fabric of Time and Space.

In classic numerology, the enigmatic Number 33 is referred to as the “Master Teacher” and it is associated with the Spiritual Evolution of humankind.The other two Master numbers are 11, which is related to “Vision,” and 22 which refers to “Vision with Action”.In numerology, these 3 Master numbers are the only multi-digits numbers that don’t get reduced or simplified. They create what is known as the Triangle of Enlightenment, where 11 and 22 sit at the base of the triangle, and 33 sits at the top (11+22 = 33).

Number 33 also plays a KEY role within the multiple spiritual streams of humanity:

–The Christ tells that he was crucified, resurrected and ascended at the age of 33. In the same way, it is known that King David (origin of the Christ lineage) ruled in Jerusalem for 33 years.

– Number 33 represents the two intersecting triangles of the Merkaba, which is symbolised by the Star of David and it is also referred to as the “Lightbody” (see attached video).

– The numerical equivalent of the word AMEN is also 33 (1+13+5+14 = 33)

– There are 33 deities in the Vedic Religion.

– There are 99 names of God in the Islamic Religion (33+33+33).

33: THE RESONANT CHANNEL OF PROPHECY

The spine is the central "channel" of the Human body and is comprised of 33 vertebrae, matching the sum of the 13 joints and 20 fingers and toes that give us the ability to move.

Kin 33 is a PERFECT holographic container for the summoning power of the 13:20 Natural Time Frequency (13+20=33) as well as the creators of the Dreamspell Count: Jose Kin 11 + Lloydine Kin 22 = Kin 33

Kin 33 Resonant Skywalker is coded with the Key Numbers of the Synchronic Order: Tone 7, Seal 13. The Skywalker (13) represents the Archetype of the Prophet and marks the centre (Resonant Chamber) of the Hand (7) Wavespell that started on KIN 27 1 Hand. 27=3x3x3

Following the 1 Kin = 1 Moon fractal count of 260 moons introduced by José and Lloydine on the "20 Tablets of the Law of Time" (1997), the 1 Wizard year corresponds to the 13-MOON planetary service wavespell of the Hand… Therefore this entire magnetic moon that started last July 26, 2019 is ALSO coded by KIN 27 1 Hand.

Today marks then the EXACT midpoint of the 13-DAY FRACTAL SYNCHRONIZATION portal where each of the 13 daily kin of the Hand Wavespell corresponds to each the 13 moons of the year, giving place to a PERFECT nested synchronization with KIN 27 corresponding to the 14th day of the MOON coded by KIN 27of the YEAR coded by KIN 14.

This 13-day portal started with the Lion’s Gate Portal of 8.8 - KIN 27 is therefore comprised between the 8 to the 21 of August, 2019, matching the 14th and 27th day of this Magnetic Moon (NS1.32.1.14 - KIN 27 to NS1.32.1.27 KIN 39 ).

It is therefore worth noting that the "Lion’s Gate" portal of August 8, 2019 (8.8) KIN 27 started at the time of the year when the Heliacal Rising of the star Sirius (the brightest star in the night sky) is rising before the Sun around Giza Latitude (30 to 33 degrees North).

KIN 33: PRELUDE TO THE ENTRANCE INTO THE 33rd SOLAR ORBIT OF THE HARMONIC CONVERGENCE

Finishing this special synchronization via number 33, we are experiencing 2 celestial events of great significance as Divine Signs in the Heavens of this major alignment taking place through the fabric of Time-Space:

1- VENUS-EARTH EXTERNAL CONJUNCTION:

TODAY, KIN 33 takes place the LAST External Conjunction between Earth and Venus before closing the 5-Pointed Star with the Internal Conjuction of June 3, 2020 (KIN 66 1 Worldbridger). Please note that 66 = 33+33.

2- FULL MOON AT ITS HIGHEST NOCTURNAL POINT:

Tonight August 14 is the perfect opportunity to watch the first Full Moon of the 13-Year and 13-Moon cycles that we just started last 26 July 2019 ~ KIN 14 - Magnetic Wizard. (The exact Full Moon peak is tomorrow 15 August at 12:29 pm UTC)

August 15, 2019 - NS1.32.1.19 - KIN 34 will also mark the completion of 45 Tzolkins of 260 days from the START (Alpha Point) of the New Dispensation of Time (also known as the Dreamspell/Wizard’s count) of July 26, 1987 on Kin 34 (33+1). It is also worth noting that this 1 Wizard year started on July 26 on the 33rd day of the 33rd solar orbit since the 1st day of the 1st Tzolkin Matrix of the Dreamspell count (June 23, 1987 KIN 1). This 33rd solar cycle will end on June 23, 2020.

Then on August 16-17, 2019 we will mark the completion of 32 years from the Harmonic Convergence of August 16-17, 1987 (KIN 55-56), organized by Jose KIN 11 and Lloydine KIN 22 (11+22=33) that closed the Quetzalcoatl Prophecy of the 13 Heavens and 9 Hells. Therefore it will mark also the entrance into the 33rd Solar orbit that will be completed on August

As mentioned many times in the past, Planet Venus is the orchestrating force behind the narrative of the Quetzalcoatl Prophecy and last KIN 55 (19 December 2018), we arrived to a NEW PROPHETIC FRACTAL MASTER NUMBER MILESTONE from the fulfillment of this prophecy: The completion of 11440 days (44 Tzolkins) since August 16, 1987 (KIN 55), a PERFECT FRACTAL of the 1144 years of the Quetzalcoatl Prophecy of the 13 Heavens and 9 Hells, experienced as 11440 days since the first synchronized meditation on Earth. Please note that 11+44=55

To commemorate this NEW PROPHETIC FRACTAL MASTER MILESTONE, we felt inspired to shift the name of this page from Harmonic Convergence 2013 to Harmonic Convergence 2020 and in this way, invite people from all over the world to start building a new momentum towards the celebration of 33 years of the original Harmonic Convergence in the year 2020 and the completion of a perfect fractal cycle of 7 years since Galactic Synchronization of 2013.

PLEASE STAY TUNED FOR UPDATES!

MAY PEACE PREVAIL ON EARTH!

In Lak'ech

Time is ART!

* Learn more about the Power of 33:

– Kin 33 Resonant Channel of Valum Votan & Bolon Ik

https://wp.me/p83Oy1-as

– Pakal the Great and the Mystical Centre of 33

https://wp.me/p4IbvA-20

– OMG 33:33 Original Matrix of Avebury

https://galacticwizard34.com/2018/11/28/the-original-matrix-of-avebury-3333/

#Venus #Sirius #33 #22 #11 #LionsGate #HarmonicConvergence #QuetzalcoatlProphecy #44 #55 #1320Frequency

[kenphobia]

Hello!! I saw that you also knew TWST, so I wanted to ask your opinion on what dorms do you think the WH characters would be sorted to, and why? (Do feel free to include your OCs too, just go all out!!)

SINCERELY, ME!

oooo i've been thinking abt it for some quite some time, but since there's not a lot of info abt the wh cast (or maybe im just too lazy to research and there's actually sufficient lore), most of these will probably be based on speculations and my personal headcanons!!

WALLY DARLING!

✦ starting with wally, I think he fits pomefiore. I mean— have you SEEN this man? He is beauty, he is grace and he will eat your face if you ever insult his hair. His name is Wally Darling for a reason, gotta look ready and pretty if you're a darling after all.

✦ He could also be in Diasomnia, perhaps? mfer eats with his eyes, i think that's powerful enough.

HOWDY PILLAR!

✦ I feel like Howdy would be in either Scarabia or Heartslabyul. Why Scarabia? Howdy is a shopkeeper so he's probably resourceful and knows the ways in business, he just seems like a pretty reliable and responsible guy.

✦ As for Heartslabyul, you cannot tell this mfer isn't Trey Clover but caterpillar. I may be wrong but he just gives me a lot of Trey Clover vibes so I feel the need to just— throw him into heartslabyul

POPPY PATRIDGE!

✦ Poppy would definitely be in Heartslabyul though. She's always worying and ruffling her feather for her friends, and she'd follow any rule if it meant keeping her friends safe. I have a little gut feeling that she can get a bit ... controlling at times due to her anxious mind but she means good.

SALLY STARLET!

✦ Sally, my sweet summer child, the one i kinned instantly on the spot... Octavinelle. I have no idea why?? but like, she's dramatic, she'd probably say "I'm only doing this because I'm so kind and benelovent ✨" AND LIKE?? I DON'T KNOW. I just think she'd get along with the leech twins? maybe give Azul a few more wrinkles here and there ...

✦ She could also be pomefiore too! Pomefiore is like a fancy dorm, she'd fit.

JULIE JOYFUL!

✦ Julie is a bit difficult for me hhhh.... i just have a gut feeling that she'd be scarabia. id love to say pomefiore but if wally and sally happened to be there, adding julie would just add the chaos.

✦ I got nothing for Julie except for scarabia. She's a fun little silly but she knows a thing or two about being resourceful. Her and Kalim would get into some trouble and Jamil has to take care both of their asses.

BARNABY B. BEAGLE!

✦ Heartslabyul. I won't explain any further other than this mfer would give Riddle a run for his money. And also because he might a stickler for rules in a way??? Like he wouldn't exactly enforce them on others, he'd follow them if it's convenient enough and if it will save his ass from getting handed to him.

FRANK FRANKLY!

✦ HEARTSLABYUL. This one??? No need for explanation, just— heartslabyul

✦ For some reason, I can see him being in Ignihyde too?? He's just ... emo to me. Like— any colorful top you wear won't fit your vibe, frank, you still havent gotten out of your emo phase.

EDDIE DEAR!

✦ Legit I have no idea what dorm will fit him other than ramshackle. He's the mc now!!! get off the stage, yuu

✦ tbh i would say heartslabyul again but so many of these btches are possibly heartslabyul and im too dumb to add more variety in the mix!!!

HOUSE!

✦ I mean— It is considered to be a neighbor, right??? but anyways, diasomnia because ... idk man, it's a talking house. it doesn't have much personality other than literally being wally's house and speaking fluently in onomatopoeia

JUNE WEBB! (oc)

✦ octavinelle, babey !!! she's a con artist, yknow??? thats why theyre an antagonist for a reason. they scam ppl into buying their shit and have the "but im so sweet and kind" act

✦ also because howdy in scarabia and june in octavinelle is like, jamil x azul ship trope. yes, i ship my ocs with canon characters and yall have no right to complain when youre on my blog that centered around x readers

JELLY ROLLSTONE! (oc)

✦ Ignihyde. Like??? do I need to explain, bestie? they're good with technology in a way and theyre as anti social as their peers. I based them off Idia, what makes you think they won't be in Ignihyde??

RAINE SWEETHEART! (oc)

✦ ramshackle because this btch is as plain as white american bread + she isn't exactly as fleshed out rn to be put in a proper dorm so yeah—

these might change once i get know the characters a bit more better in canon so ... yeah!!! i'm redesigning some of my ocs, especially raine so watch out for that!!

fun fact: i slept two times writing this and i ashamed

[thingummies-and-whatsits]

Lewis Fic Recs: International Travel, Pt. 1

Stories about international travel (separate from their canon trips to New Zealand, Spain, Kosovo, etc). As usual, feel free to add more fics to the list!

Devotional by Evenlodes_Friend

2,519 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply The Florentine piazza is bathed in golden light and Lewis sips his coffee and thinks of James. This gorgeously poetic fic captures an incredible depth of feeling in a few words, and shows the degree to which Robbie understands what goes unsaid between the two of them.

Dépaysement by owlbsurfinbird

7,491 Words, James/Robbie, Robbie/Val, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply James secretly follows Robbie on his holiday to Paris, against the background energy of the World Cup. Gorgeously dreamlike and romantic, this fic is as much a love letter to Paris as it is a slow-burn romance. It also does a great job connecting Robbie's past and relationship with Val to the present.

Coraje: A way of performing that shows impetuosity or daring (lit. "courage") by ComplicatedLight

8,405 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Casefic. James and Robbie follow a murderer to Seville, Spain, where the summer heat and scorching flamenco raises tension between them. The dance and music scenes are incredibly powerful and evocative, and Luisa and Julie are so wonderfully competent as detectives.

Desire Lines by Jackie Thomas

7,949 Words, James/Robbie, Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply Casefic. A murder brings James and Robbie to Malta, and James deals with his existential flu in the wake of Down Among the Fearful. Beautifully atmospheric, with the hot summer sun beating down, this fic brings such richness to the city and its inhabitants.

Walking Wounded by wendymr

30,098 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply A car accident in Prague leaves James seriously injured and, with no next of kin, Robbie is determined to bring him home. An epic hurt/comfort fic, with plenty of devotion and care to balance out the grumpiness and painful realities of James' injuries.

Half a World Away by divingforstones

28,418 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply James leaves the force to become an English teacher in Thailand. When he catches a serious case of malaria, Robbie discovers he's James emergency contact and flies down to be with him. Another epic hurt/comfort fic, with plenty of each on both sides of the relationship, this does a great job of letting James learn to live with his feelings—and with Robbie's—on his own terms.

Postcard from Spain by paperscribe

12,981 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply James sends that postcard from Spain and returns home to England, and then one day, Robbie reaches for James' hand. While much of this fic is set in Oxford, an unwelcome face from the past sends them on a sudden holiday to a small town in the US.

Even now we are by smallestbird

1,675 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Established relationship. A gorgeously lyrical fic about enjoying the freedom of the warm, sea air. Set post-retirement, Robbie brings James down to Australia to meet family, and James grows philosophical in his contentment.

Policeman's Holiday by TheMuchTooMerryMaiden

7,533 Words, James & Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply AU Alternate Meeting. While trying to decide whether he should stay on the force, Hathaway goes on vacation to the BVI and gets drawn into a murder investigation with DI Lewis. Despite the alternate setting, that bond between James and Robbie clicks right into place, just the same.

[thequantumversechronicles]

🌌🔭✨Under the twinkling Crysallis sky, Mina and Lumiel gaze through ancient telescopes, captivated by a rare celestial event. The wonders of the Quantumverse unfold above, bridging past and future through the lens of magic and science.  

🔥 Join us on a Magical Adventure as I debut my NEW serial fiction The Quantumverse Chronicles in July 2024! Epic Adventures, Powerful Spells, Massive Worldbuilding, Magical Creatures, Wizards, Mages, Druids, Elves, Fairies, Crystal Kin, Humans and more. Welcome to the #quantumverse.

[coffehbeans]

G/t July Day 29: Element

Another piece for y'all featuring everyone's favorite tropes! Plus I wanted to explore these very, very old characters of mine, as well as writing a bit of a more extreme size difference. It was fun!

Enjoy! Pls consider leaving a reply or reblog because my heart soars with joy from them you guys have no idea <3 Anyways onto the story!

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When the Soarers glided through the sky, they brought forth the veil of the night, encasing the land with its glistening decorations. Such a wonderful sight it was, bright and sparkly, just like the teas made of moonlight that Eibhlin drinks. For many a year has the firefly fairy lived, and through her 5 centuries of life she looked up at many skies. Yet, this night felt different, as it marked one of many where she would not be at her cozy palace up in the trees. Instead, she laid on the earth, surrounded by tall grass and accompanied by her twin brother and other three companions.

What a weird bunch were they. On one side, there was Eibhlin and her brother Éibhear, both fairies of the light and royalty from the last decade, who looked tiny compared to most other living creatures, despite their powers vastly surpassing the expectations of their four-inch size. She glanced at her kin at her right, and he slept like a rock, not moving an inch and drooling from his mouth. She giggled. It’s good that her brother was resting, he lived so stressed out that he deserves a night of sleep.

‘Yet my mind grows restless, and my heart flutters, because-‘

To her left, was the human from Earth, Avery. The contrast of her appearance to Eibhlin was near comical, consisting of only a hoodie, a pair of jeans and a short type of boots that Avery calls “All Stars”, compared to the fairy’s silky white dress. Despite being transported to their world so suddenly, the human from Earth remained calm and marveled at each tiny detail that Eibhlin had taken for granted.

‘I can’t stop thinking about it, my heart keeps racing. Why am I feeling so…?’

The human girl adorned a red, glowing necklace, from within which the fairy could see the sleeping form of Rubens, tinier than her, dressed in attire that pertained to a prince, yet adorning bright crimson shackles on his wrists and ankles. The man would remain miniscule until he awakens, only then would his spirit leave the confines of his necklace prison and meet the others at his normal, human size.

Only one member of their unlikely group rested distant from them.

‘He stays far away from the four of us. Up there in the small hill, if I peer closely, I can see a Cumulos shape disguised as a cloud. He floats slightly above the hillside, mist evaporating from his grandiose form as he shifts in his sleep. Looking so imposing, and majestic, yet ever-so-distant and why, why is my heart beating faster?’

Eibhlin sighed. She could not lie to herself any longer. The reason she could not fall sleep was because of Nimbus.

She couldn’t remember when her feelings first happened. When it comes to passion and other matters of the heart, the fairy queen knows close to nothing of it. So many centuries she spent on war and dominion or ruling her land, that now that she finally resigned her position and embarked on a journey of her own, experiencing love along with so many other foreign feelings, she does not know how to handle them. Nimbus always laid a few yards away from her and her friends when he slept, despite him traveling along with the group. During the day, he shrinks for a little while and retains a human-sized shape, but night he allows himself to stretch to his full size and relax, floating like a cloud in a fair distance from them, as to not harm anyone under his sleep.

‘Even if his face is always neutral or sometimes sneering, he shows his affection for us through his actions’. Eibhlin pondered. Nimbus acted as a guardian for the traveling group, protecting them from dangerous foes, and she would do anything to just fly up to his face and thank him, if she could. If she could…

‘So why not do it right now?’ She saw the Cumulos disguised as a cloud morphing into its usual humanoid shape. He hovered over the hill and rested his head against his arms, looking up to the starry sky above. From Eibhlin’s disadvantageous angle, she could only see the back of his head as he was facing away from her.

‘I shall go to him. Fly right over his eye and wave. Perhaps we can finally share a few more words besides the brief thank-you’s I exchange when he’s human-sized. And perhaps we can finally know more about each other, share curiosities about the world, about tonight’s starry sky, or about living for so many years like we both have been through.’

She ceased her monologue and sprang up, flapping her wings until they buzzed, a pleasant hum to her ears. She flew away from her brother and friends, careful not to wake them up, and made her long flowy hair glow as bright as a firefly. She soared against the wind currents and took in a deep breath, all in her brave attempt at striking a conversation with Nimbus. A friend to her like the others, but who she least talked with. And yet, he was the one she most wanted to talk to.

And there was a reason for it, too. Being at four inches tall, compared to his stature of over a hundred feet, it seemed impossible for any sort of interaction to happen between them. She was still not sure If he would be able to hear her even if she shouted, and a single sigh from his mouth could send her flying away…

As she approached the giant cloud man, their size difference became more apparent, and doubts started creeping up into her mind. ‘He can’t see me at such a vast size’. She thought. ‘What if he does not see when I approach, and blows me away so strongly I end up in another country?!’ Shivers crawled up her spine and-

She laughed. ‘What a waste of thoughts.’ Those worries were of no use to her at that moment. However, just to be sure, Eibhlin glowed her hair just a little brighter, and made the buzz of her firefly wings sound a bit louder. Just in case he couldn’t see the tiny dot of light that was her. But he sure will, she’s sure of it.

Eibhlin flew up the hill, and her vision was encased by clouds. She glided up and up, caressing the white, cold surface with her hand, knowing all of it belonged to him, and yet he was not be able to feel her miniscule touch.

When she finally hovered over his resting form, she saw more details of the floating cloud giant. His skin was pale like the moon and soft, so soft she was scared that a breeze would dissolve it away, despite his body being solid and dissimilar from a real cloud. Curly, fluffy hair floated as if he was submerged in water, and its silver strands formed loops to appear like clouds of their own. A layer of thinner fog concealed his body like a tunic, which made him look like “a Greek man” as Avery had told Eibhlin once. His eyes closed and opened, revealing glassy irises as blue as the day sky, the pupils white like the stars above. The fairy let out a breath she did not realize she was holding. Looking at him, at his full size, she could see so many details she haven’t noticed before, like the blue dots that decorated his face like constellations. She felt heat rising in her cheeks, but decided to take a deep breath and focus on flying to one of his eyes, in order to see him and, maybe, exchange a few words.

It was then that it dawned on her like a rock sinking deep in her stomach: when the fairy reached his face, and looked at the eye that widened, she noticed she was barely the height of his iris. The appearance of Nimbus reduced to a single eye that covered her entire field of vision. The pale eyelids squinted and the pupil shrank, focusing on the minuscule light that appeared in front of it. Focusing on her.

“Is that…” He whispered, but his voice was as loud as thunder. No, much, much louder than that, for Eibhlin could not help but curl up and clutch her ears. Her eardrums ringed, those few whispered words throbbing through her every bone. It was simply so loud, she wanted to scream from the pain as the sound echoed through every molecule of her body.

“Wait, are you one of the fairy siblings?” He muttered, his voice as loud as before, and no amount of clasping her ears could stop the unbearable pain from pounding within her eardrums. But Eibhlin sucked in a breath and opened her eyes, fixating on the scrunched up blue eye right under her. It squinted even more as Nimbus attempted to differentiate which one of the sibling fairies it was, but to no avail. All he could see was a bright but small yellow light and the faint shape of insect wings. Nothing else.

“Y-yes. It’s, um, Eibhlin.” She said, projecting her voice. His brows furrowed. She could see almost every strand of his eyebrow, whose texture was like a cotton plant’s.

“Right. So, it’s the girl fairy. Um, Eilin? Could barely hear ya.”

Nimbus whispered even lower but, to no avail, Eibhlin’s ears already ringed and hurt against her skull. She gave up and accepted how his voice rocked inside her, letting her hands stop clutching her ears. In a strange manner, she liked how overwhelming Nimbus sounded to her. To Avery and Rubens, his size was awe-inspiring. But to a fairy like her and Éibhear, it was more than that, his presence looked like a landscape of its own, looming all-encompassing over them. The thrill of the danger his size naturally represented felt addicting. Delightful, even.

“Actually.” She shouted, feeling her throat dry. “It’s Eibhlin but, that does not matter.”

She glided towards his right ear and Nimbus widened his eyes, becoming as unmoving as a statue, no traces of the relaxed posture he had before she arrived there. Eibhlin flew next to his ear and leaned against it, lowering her shouting voice for a little.

“Funny as it may sound, I find myself unable to sleep.” She tittered. “What makes you stay awake at such a night?”

The ear moved up and down as Nimbus snorted in surprise.

“Is that the reason Your Majesty has reached out to me? Thought something serious had happened.”

Eibhlin chuckled, and Nimbus couldn’t help but tilt up the corners of his mouth in a smile. Her voice was so low, almost inaudible, and at that moment he couldn’t even see where she rested at his ear, so even if he wanted to laugh louder, he shouldn’t. Such fragile beings are the fairies, he’s sure that if he as well as shift his position she could be sent flying away, or worse, being crushed by him.

Nope. He shall not dare move.

“Perhaps the only serious reason I have for coming here is because I’m in dire need of company amidst my fit of insomnia. Also, please don’t call me Majesty. I’m not a queen for a long time.”

“Wait.” His head shifted, and Eibhlin flew away to give him more space. She floated until his eyes could see her as a shining dot, letting Nimbus relax and turn his head to his right safely. Eibhlin used this opportunity to fly closer to him and hover in front of his left eye. He continued from where he left off.

“I thought the Pallas were still in power.” He whispered, his eyes trying to contain the wonder at seeing someone so small.

“Well, for the past two centuries we used to be, but not anymore. I left for, how many years exactly? Nine? Ten years ago?”

“Wow. I mean, guess time flies fast.”

“You could say that.”

Eibhlin grinned at him. Although Nimbus’s expression remained neutral. He was never one to express much. Well, except when he’s scowling at whoever approached their traveling group with bad intentions, that is. Or when he used to play pranks to travelers who passed through the border, back when he used to guard it by the mountains. That last bit of his story left her thinking.

“You see, I’ve been thinking about it. Me and you, we’ve been at the same position for so many years, having lived as long as we have. And yet, only late in our lives we’ve entertained the idea of ‘traveling’. Isn’t it ironic?”

He smirked.

“Well, guess so. Either you travel around at least once in your life, or you spend centuries in boredom. Wouldn’t want that to happen to me again.”

Nimbus chuckled and huffed. Eibhlin was sent flying. She yelped, thrashing her wings as she spun in the air and Nimbus gasped in shock. No, not this disaster just when she managed to make him comfortable enough around her!

Her out of control movements were halted by a fuzzy surface that surrounded her and muffled the previously loud howls of the wind. For this moment, everything remained still, just the downy, cold texture of the single hand that held her in his grasp. ‘So that’s how it felt’, she thought, to be so small that only one hand was able to enclose all around her. In fact, Eibhlin had quite a lot of space in his hand. It was like she was inside a real cloud in the sky. If Eibhlin wanted to, she could even fly around for a bit.

The hand moved up and opened to reveal the massive blue and white eye staring wildly at the fairy. The iris twitched frantically as it focused on her, who to him looked like nothing more than a little dot of light, barely bigger than his fingertip.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” He hushed. “I didn’t know I’d send you flying like this. Gosh.”

Eibhlin looked on at that alarmed eye, an alarmed face that was bigger than the palace she used to live in. She felt, amused. Giddy, even.

She laughed.

“That was an experience! I don’t mind you blowing me away!” She kept on giggling to herself.

Nimbus’s white cheeks changing into a violet color. A blush? He looked away from her.

“Still. Gosh, that was embarrassing.”

“It was fun, really!”

He brought his hand close to his eyes, so close that his hand rested over his nose. It was the only way Nimbus could be sure that even his sigh wouldn’t whisk the fairy away again. If he squinted enough, he could just make out the appearance of the queen that traveled with him and the others for so long. Flowy, wavy hair that looked so long, he’d not be surprised if it went beyond her knees. A pearly white skin, with upturned eyes that looked amused at him. A dainty body covered in a silky, knee-length white dress with a brown corset. Wow. She was a queen, and definitely looked the part. Nimbus was surprised that he couldn’t see so many of those details before, even when she flied so close to him. ‘It sucks that I can’t see fairies that well’, he thought to himself.

“You’re so tiny.” He breathed out. Eibhlin widened her eyes when she felt her heart hammering, a warm feeling spreading inside her chest. She looked down and smiled sadly.

“Yes. Perhaps it is kind of sad, that my stature makes you so worried about hurting me. And that because of me, we could barely talk to each other.”

She looked up and saw a different glance to Nimbus’ unchanging eyes. A sort of determined look. Serious but, focused.

“Nimbus?”

“Hold on, Your Majesty. Can you fly away from me for a bit?”

“Just Eibhlin will do. And yes, I can do that.”

She fluttered away from Nimbus, anticipating what he would do, but as well as fearing that he’d just send her away from him. She flew on her back until she saw his face entirely, happy that she could see more than just his eye. His expression changed to its usual relaxed self, and he closed his eyes.

The space of mist around her shifted and Eibhlin saw the clouds that formed Nimbus’s body swirling below her. They twirled as his limbs vanished and the fog retreated towards his face. His head disappeared at last, forming a bundle of clouds that shifted and, condensed? Until from it emerged a long, albeit much smaller, column of smog that slowly, but surely, morphed into the familiar humanoid shape of Nimbus again.

Although, this time, he appeared much smaller, the size of a human, to be precise. Eibhlin widened her eyes. He floated closer to her, approaching until his face was nearly touching her and, she could see the whole face easier now!

“Much better.” He smirked, proud of his transformation.

“That is amazing but…! You shouldn’t trouble yourself!”

“Nah, this was nothing. I do this all the time, remember?”

Nimbus laid down mid-air and rested his head on his arms, lying with his side turned to Eibhlin as he glanced at her with a soothing look on his face.

“I just wanted to take a closer look at you. No offense but, seeing you instead of just a speckle of light seems much better, in my opinion.”

She grinned at him, feeling warm and fuzzy at his interest in keeping a conversation with her. She sighed in contentment and flew above his head.

“So, now that this is better, what shall we converse tonight?”

“Just go with the flow. I don’t have anything in particular.”

He looked up at the starry sky above.

“But I must tell ya, Your Maj- Eibhlin, tonight does look very nice for a bit of stargazing.”

Eibhlin looked up, and a purple and pink nebula orbited over them, adorned with blue and white shining stars. The Soarers really outdid themselves with the night sky’s veil this time.

“I have to agree with you. Well then, if you don’t mind…”

She flew closer to him and he frowned at her in confusion, yet with a pleasant smile on his face. She landed on top of his chest and for a moment, Nimbus stared in astonishment. But he paid no mind to the sudden touch of the fairy. It felt nice. He paid no mind, as well, when she slowly laid on top of his chest, the light texture of her wings brushing against his sensitive skin. She felt warm against his touch, and the contact was a foreign, yet pleasant feeling for him. Nimbus smiled, feeling amused that the fairy felt so comfortable to lie on top of him like this.

“It’s getting quite late, and I’m afraid my wings have gotten quite tired. Guess I have no other choice than to rest for a bit.” She said jokingly.

Nimbus let out a hearty laugh, shaking Eibhlin on his chest, yet she smiled just as heartily.

She was so, so glad to hear that laugh.

“You know, I’ve never thought you had a playful side to you. Kinda enjoy it.”

“I’ve learned from the best.”

They giggled a bit, and continued to admire the beautiful night sky. Even as the hours went on, and Nimbus eventually slowly started to grow, Eibhlin did not mind. His chest started to expand constantly under her, and yet she enjoyed seeing how much more it extended over her field of vision. The soft surface of his skin underneath her became even more plush as it gained mass, and she felt herself sinking into the surface. It took little for them both to fall asleep, not realizing the moment they drifted into slumber.

Eibhlin’s dreams brimmed with delight and in that moment, her heart could not have been fuller. She had dared to venture forth, embarking on a journey with her eccentric band of friends. And now her bravery had rewarded her, for venturing into that fateful night and encountering with the one she longed to meet.

[invisibleraven]

(oooooh, sentence prompts!)

She needed him and that was all that mattered, so he would do anything in his power to be able to keep being there for her.

rulie?

She needed him and that was all that mattered, so he would do anything in his power to be able to keep being there for her.

"You're sure?" he asked, one final time as he readied the horses.

"Positive," she said with a nod, no wavering of her voice, her countenance firm.

"Then let's go before anyone notices you're gone," he said, tossing the hood of his cloak over his head, watching as she mimicked the action, though it did nothing to really hide her beauty, her fine clothes, the way she carried herself. He would have to stop and barter for some peasant roughspun in the next village, some attempt to diminish notice from her.

They took off under the moonlight, Reggie leading them through the gates while the guards changed shifts, leaping onto their mount once he was sure they were far enough away to escape anyone's eyes.

"Hold tight princess," he said. "I'll get you to your father by daybreak if I can."

"Please hurry, the fate of the kingdom may rest upon us," Julie said, urging the horse on with her heels, clinging tight to him. The wind was rushing past Reggie's ears, and his thoughts raced faster than the steed below them, but even through all that, he distinctly heard the princess whisper a tiny thank you into the wool of his cloak.

He didn't reply, knowing time was of the essence, there was no time for niceties, not with the grand duke plotting to overthrow the monarchy and a revolt brewing amongst the latest cult to enter the town.

Reggie just knew he was a swon knight, and the princess had come to him for help. Perhaps it was because he won her favour at the last tourney, perhaps she thought he looked the honest sort. Or maybe he was the only one fool enough to whisk her away from behind safe stone walls on a perilous midnight ride.

But regardless of all that, of the fact that some might call him treasonous, Reggie rode on, because he had sworn an oath to her and her kin. A vow to always serve them, to be faithful and true.

The staccato beat of the horse's hooves kept time with his heart, and Reggie kept going, not daring to stop, not until he could see the front looming ever closer. But then it was necessary to water the horse, let themselves stretch, even though he could see her worrying her bottom lip at the distance still to go.

"We're almost there Highness, no need to fret," he assured her.

"Julie," she said, her voice melodic and lovely.

"Reggie," he replied. He knew she knew that, had addressed him as Sir Reginald mere hours ago, but if they were eskewing formality now, why not?

"Reggie," she said with a nod. "Thank you again."

"Anything for the crown," Reggie replied, and then, in a fit of boldness or gallantry, or both, swept down to press a delicate kiss to her knuckles. "And you milady."

She flushed oh so delicately, and bit back a grin. Reggie didn't hold back his smile, but he knew there would be time for all that later. So with a check to make sure the steed was alright, mounted once more, and they were off.

Reggie knew that their mission might lead to uprising, perhaps even war, but with the princess clinging to him all the tighter, he found he didn't mind all that much. He lived to serve after all, and whatever his liege demanded of him he would do.

Especially if the demand came from Julie herself.

[micjimbles777]

Some Scott pilgrim OC/Self Insert

Screenshot edits and Lore lol

They Call him ACE, He Moved to Toronto from Hamilton he’s known scott pilgrim since he moved for College, he is also a Ex of Envy Adam’s, He later Started going out with Julie powers and there very Happy! He’s also a Very talented Singer and dancer his idol is Michael Jackson! He’s a Huge Fu$kin nerd! And Likes comic books, he also goes into to Julie’s Coffee shop during the Winter for a Hot Chocolate Everytime she working, sometimes Stephen stills try’s to get him to sing for his band “Sex Bob bomb” but he says ���he’s Too good for it”, lol

That’s pretty much ACE

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