#like a hyper detailed and bloody one

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

thinking about my ocs interacting with my mutuals ocs is always funny bcuz everyones is WILDLY DIFFERENT and it would just be chaoossss

[whateveriwant]

Dressing the 141 up in a couples Halloween costume

Price

Is initially pretty lukewarm to the idea because he thinks he's too old to dress up for Halloween :(((

But with just the right amount of convincing + puppy dog eyes from you, he'll eventually go along with it

However, he's adamant that he's not going to shave. So you either have to give him a bearded character or resign yourself to seeing a mustachioed fairy

In the end, you think he makes quite a dashing Captain Hook (move over Jason Isaacs, there's a new captain in town)

If it's a party you're dressing up for, he'll go and have a great time (i.e. get absolutely sloshed and terrorize people with the fake hook)

Gaz

Is suuuuuuper into Halloween because it's his favorite holiday

He goes all out every year. Like, all out. Like, we're talking planning 6+ months in advance levels of obsession

In fact, you're not even the one who brings up the idea of doing a couples costume. He does, and he already has a theme in mind: Star Wars

He has a hyper-detailed Han Solo costume ready to go, complete with the blaster and boots and everything (yes, he made it himself, and yes, he's very proud of it)

You'll end up being 45 minutes late to the party because he won't stop taking pictures of you two posing in your outfits

Soap

Isn't opposed to the idea of dressing up, but there's a slight problem… He's already promised someone else that he'll match with them

You're like ??? when he tells you that, but end up chuckling once you learn who said person is: his four year old niece

He's the gallant knight to her glittery princess, and he's planning on taking his role very seriously

But he'll feel bad for leaving you hanging, so he'll run to the store and buy a pair of wings and a tail so you can tag along as a dragon or smth

You'll end up skipping the party so you can go trick-or-treating with them, and have much more fun that way anyway

Ghost

Is by far the least on board with the idea

He vehemently wants nothing to do with it – the party, the dressing up, nada

It'll take so much begging and bartering on your part to get him to finally cave in (the specifics of what you offer him, I'll leave up to your imagination ;))

No matter what costume you choose for him, he's gonna be snarky about it

"How the hell 'm I supposed to see with this bloody triangle on my head?" "It's a pyramid, Si." "Tha's what I said."

He'll stay at the party until he thinks you're satisfied with his attendance, and then he's Irish goodbye-ing it out of there without a second thought

Bonus - Full squad costume

If you're somehow able to convince the whole squad to dress up together, there's only one theme I see them doing: the Hundred Acre Woods

Price would be Kanga because there's no one else that accurately emits that fatherly motherly aura

Gaz would joke that he's going as Roo to accompany Price, but will change it last second and show up as Piglet

Soap would bounce on Tigger before anyone else could claim him (he's sooo Tigger-coded, I can't explain, he just is)

And lastly, for Ghost, I can think of no better fit than the king of brooding himself: Eeyore <3

[archivesofthevoid]

Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

[readingsfrommars]

A Hero in a City Full of Giants

So I just got positive on my covid test and have nothing better to do. I figured I might as well get started on the Don Quixote analysis of each of her IDs.

Please note that I am not infallible, and can very well get things wrong. Additionally, I might not do it all at once. It's kind of a lot.

I will also not be going over T Corp and Cinq Association in too much detail here, as I have already covered them in earlier posts.

For now, I'll discuss Shi Association and Blade Lineage. They're both pretty clear cut, so they're unsurprisingly the most brief explanations.

With that sorted, let's begin.

To start, it's important to remember the setting of Limbus Company. To summarise a lot, and I mean a lot, The City is a hyper-capitalist dystopia, one in which the best way to survive is to look out for yourself first and foremost. It is a place where in order to get anything meaningful done, one must be strong. The systems in each wing exist to benefit the rich and powerful, while exploiting the people beneath them.

Altruism is an endangered concept with The City. In a place where you have to give everything you have to merely survive, the ability to help someone else for no benefit to yourself is a luxury. Any who try will, assuming they aren't killed first, inevitably discover the futility of their actions.

Suffice it to say, heroes don't last long.

And yet, Don Quixote is still here. Still trying, despite everything that has impeded her path. Throughout the story, we have seen her time and time again going out of her way to help the weak and downtrodden, to varying degrees of success. And, while she might not be an actual hero - at least, not yet - her identities provide an interesting perspective on her motivations.

With every ID of hers we've received, we have seen a Don who, in one way or another, failed in her journey towards Heroism.

I'll start with Shi Association. They're assassins whose lethality also extends to themselves. They tend to excel when they're on the brink of death, which means that any mission they're in is likely to get very, very bloody. In Don's case, the ID story shows us that, while she acts jolly and upbeat around her colleagues, she is a deeply traumatised woman by this point.

Her ID art should tell you exactly how heroic she feels at this point. Shi Association Don is no hero, only a weapon that is on the brink of breaking.

Moving on...

Blade Lineage Don is an brief one. Don seems relatively sane compared to a number of her other IDs, even more so than LCB Don, but it is explicitly stated within her ID story that she has long since given up her quest for heroism.

Pretty straightforward, honestly. Don has lost the will to fight for others, instead deciding to act in her own best interests. In the context of The City, this would be considered a good ending for her. She's alive, still has her sanity, and is a part of a syndicate that has an above average level of morality. Not that being above average means anything, really...

So that's those two IDs done. I'll try to get the next few done by tuesday, but I can't guarantee that. If you've read all the way to here, first of all, thank you very much, but second of all...

Should I include Don's Lobotomy Corp ID? It feels a bit like an outlier, but I expect I could probably find something to talk about with it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

The Firsts are forced to attend a company Halloween party, costumes required. What are they dressing up as and why?

SOLDIERs + Halloween

★ Anon gets a gold star for a halloween ask. You have come to the right blog friend >:) *evil laughter*

• ShinRa is hosting an ultra opulent and fancy Halloween party. It's one of those invite-only events with a guest list consisting of celebrities and politicians.

• And the 1st class trio are absolutely required to attend. No exceptions and that means Sephiroth is forced to partake in the festivities too—kicking and screaming, of course.

• They're having lunch in Angeal's office one October (it's takeout from the overpriced Wutaian place in sector 8) and racking their brains over what their costumes are going to be.

• "I suppose I could go as a gladiator...?" Angeal sounds befittingly unsure of his own words. He rocks himself on his swivel chair, stabbing his chopsticks into a pork dumpling. Just the thought of sitting through some gaudy event nauseates him.

• Genesis, who has long abandoned his fried rice, lounges beck on the chair across from him. He has both boots propped on the desk, something Angeal is far too distracted to concern himself over.

• "What you could do, my friend, is help me choose." He holds up the open notebook he's been sketching in for the past fifteen minutes. Both pages have detailed depictions of Genesis dressed in two costumes.

• Angeal's face drains of color when he looks them.

• "So?" Genesis's grin is wicked as he arches a single eyebrow. "Bloody Little Red Riding Hood or Prince charming?"

• Angeal leans forth, squinting at the Little Red Riding Hood sketch in particular.

• Angeal: Gen, if you wear that you're going to be arrested.

• Genesis: I am going to be praised for my nerve and versatility.

• Angeal: It's lingerie.

• Genesis: It's camp.

• Angeal rolls his eyes, then stomachs the last of his dumplings. "Go with prince charming," he mutters through a mouthful of food.

• Meanwhile Sephiroth is quietly eating his noodles on the couch while doing some arts and crafts himself.

• Genesis swivels the chair around to face him, planting his feet on the ground. "Oh, goddess help me, Sephiroth," he scoffs.

• Sephiroth stops chewing as he stills. He's hovering over the piece of plywood with a paintbrush in hand. "Yes?"

• Genesis is fuming. He drums his finger on the notebook, lips dripping with venom. "This is why you sent that poor trooper on that wild goose chase? To get you art supplies so you can concoct that atrocity?"

• Angeal shrugs. "I like it. It's smart."

• Sephiroth proudly holds up a sign that reads "COSTUME"

• Genesis tosses his notebook on the table with a groan. "You know what? Why don't we just do a group costume?"

• Angeal and Sephiroth exchange weary looks, but ultimately decide to hear Genesis out. They gather around the excited redhead, dodging his flailing arms and animated gestures as he sketches out another two costumes.

• And this is how the 1st class trio end up attending the halloween party as....

• Three medieval Knights! It's ornate enough to placate Genesis, uniform enough to comfort Sephiroth, and Angeal's inner child is healed. Genesis has a red cloak, Angeal a green one, and Sephiroth's is blue.

• Everyone's happy.

• Unfortunately Sephiroth gets wind of the gluttonous amounts of candy offered at the event and Genesis is drunk within the first hour.

• Angeal spends the majority of the party keeping drunk Genesis and hyper Sephiroth from "dueling."

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day2: Roommates

Jaune Arc is no stranger to roommates. His entire life has known no such thing as a free space for him alone. This didn’t bother him. In many ways it prepared him for team living and other similar situations. However, he might have found the toughest situation yet.

Beacon is in the middle of a leadership workshop/retreat. All leaders of teams were sent off to take a special class far off on the other side of the kingdom. They had all been given money for living expenses near the site but everyone was pretty quick to figure out choosing the wrong place to stay or indulging in the revenue too much would leave them broke and miserable. Fortunately for Jaune, none of that was problem because Ruby and him decided to live together; giving them more than enough money left over to tackle anything.

The plan was solid and he didn’t regret it. However, it’s been three days so far and Jaune had learned his fellow leader was a tad messy at times and pretty laidback left to her own devices. These weren’t bad things, but has he grabbed the cover off the couch to put away, the sight of a red bra casually on the furniture again left him a little in distress.

Jaune:(Brothers give me the strength to endure…)

Ruby:AAAHHH!

Jaune:Ruby!?

He dropped everything and ran towards the horror scream behind the bathroom door. Jaune didn’t even get a chance to knock before Ruby came running out with her hair still wet and body wrapped in white towel as she hid behind Jaune. The boys mind was barely functioning already and now this!? He quickly faced forward into the steamy bathroom and noticed a sizable spider hanging from its web.

Ruby:Kill it!

Jaune:Ruby…we fight monsters. This is where you choose to fold?

Ruby:Grimm don’t sneak up on me in the shower and do you see Crescent Rose on me!?

Jaune:Yeah that’s fair.

Without wavering, Ruby watches Jaune cuff the spider in his hands before flinging it into the still running shower. For it to meet its watery demise. She cheered in his honor, but quickly noticed his reluctance to fully look her way.

Ruby:Jaune?

Jaune:Y’know if you kept your change clothes in the bathroom then you wouldn’t have to sprint out in a towel.

Ruby:But then they’ll get wet.

Jaune:Hang them! The steam gets out wrinkles. This is like the fourth time I’ve caught you in a towel.

Ruby:*raises brow* So you’re looking down the hallway every time I come out the shower. That’s interesting timing.

Jaune:I turn instinctively when I hear a door open! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re planning your exits.

Ruby:Pfft, you’re thinking of the wrong sister.

Jaune:I’ve met your dad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree when it comes to either of you.

Ruby:You can turn the shower off by the way. I’m finished.

Jaune turns the faucet and turns to leave before remembering Ruby is still chillin in a towel. Now she has a second one for her hair. Thanks to Nora and sometimes Pyrrha, but mainly Nora, Jaune had gotten pretty good at hyper focusing on eyes. It was only difficult earlier because Ruby was much closer and well…short.

Jaune:While I have you here, can you please make sure not to leave your clothes out and about?

Ruby:Oh, where they everywhere?

Jaune:Not…everywhere. I just like to try and keep things tidy. Also…maybe change faster? You do have a speed semblance.

Ruby:Trust me, dashing out of here while wet ends with a hole in the wall and a bloody nose.

Jaune:That makes sense. Then maybe we could-

Ruby:Are you okay? I know we’re working out the details but I gotta say I’m a bit surprised. I’m not messier than your siblings am I?

Jaune:No, far from it. It’s more about the clothes and towel issues.

Ruby:But…*pouts* you never flack to Nora about it. I’ve seen her change in front of the two of us a bunch of times and you’re fine.

Jaune:That’s different!

Ruby:Wha- how!?

Jaune:Because….*red* She’s not you.

What a way to answer. Ruby noticed the redness on his cheeks and the brief moment his eyes betrayed his gaze before he completely turned his head. Ruby couldn’t say she was the greatest at reading in between the lines, but what he said was pretty darn obvious. Even so, Ruby now found herself a little red and choosing to respond in a way that truly was like her sister and father out of curiosity.

Ruby:Whatever do you mean~

Jaune:*flustered*….

His silence spoke volumes. Ruby looked down at herself and back up. Suddenly it was a little bit embarrassing to stay like this. She dried her feet on the carpet before dashing in and out of her room, now wearing her night tank top and some shorts.

Ruby:Sorry. I have gotten really comfortable around you, hehe… my bad.

Jaune:It’s okay. I mean why wouldn’t you be? We’re always so casual with each other so-

Ruby:No! I mean…*rubs arm* Why is this so weird to explain? It’s not that I’m simply comfortable enough to change around you. *blush* I am comfortable with the idea of you looking at me.

Jaune:….Oh.

Ruby:…Sorry, was that weird to say?

Jaune:No it was…something that needed to be said.

Ruby:Umm sooo I’m reading what you correctly, right? You see me as not just a friend or fellow leader, but a girl? I girl that you…

Jaune:Yes, I’m attracted to you. I…like you.

Ruby: Ah, neat. That’s flattering actually. I think you’re pretty handsome soooo yeah. I’ll be more mindful.

Jaune:I mean if it’s intentional then-

Ruby:*crimson*

Jaune:…I’m gonna stop talking now.

The knight awkwardly shuffles past Ruby. Thank goodness she lets him by. The girl stands there, pensively thinking about her actions. They weren’t all intentional but they were far from oblivious. Ruby dare say most were testing the waters. With concrete confirmation that Jaune saw her in a more alluring way, Ruby couldn’t help but feel very happy as well as a little nervous. After all, they had live under the same roof for at least 4 more days.

Ruby:This is gonna be a long workshop.

[shiverandqueeef]

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there is an american state canadians affectionately refer to as "south canada"

good ol' minnesota! basically, minny and parts of canada (mainly ontario and BC) have such similar climates, flora/fauna, and culture that it's pretty easy to see each other as cross border cousins. it's almost like political borders are social constructs or something. wild. anyways, one factor of the whole two lands pointing at each other and yelling "same hat!" is the not insignificant portion of minnesotans who have canadian ancestry. a shared passion for hockey is another (arguably more significant) factor in canadians' continued fondness for this one very specific region of america.

-> british columbians also really like portland (we find common ground in being unbearably pretentious) but the rest of canada makes fun of us for it.

the base of our national cocktail is vodka, tomato...and clam juice

okay so it's called a caesar and is basically a bloody mary with one major difference. here's a list of ingredients:

and for those not in the know, clamato juice is a combination of tomato and clam.

yeah. istg it's actually a delicious cocktail. though admittedly i may have been indoctrinated at an early age.

we share a land border with our ultimate archenemy: Denmark

The Whiskey Wars! okay so Hans Island is this dinky little uninhabited piece of land literally smaller than 2 clicks long, and both canada and denmark have tried to claim as their own since like, the late 1800s. it was a low key, essentially meaningless land dispute for a decent chunk of the 20th century but then. it's the 80s and a group of canadian soldiers are fucking wrecked on cocaine. they roll up to hans island, plant a canadian flag in the barren ground and place underneath it a bottle of primo canadian whiskey. denmark responds by hauling ass to the flag site and replacing it with their own, drinking the whiskey and leaving a bottle of danish schnapps. thus began 3 decades of international capture the flag, where we basically took turns planting our flags and leaving each other liquor, sometimes with cute little notes trash talking one another. naval ships passing each other in international water and emphatically waving their flags at each other became a time honoured tradition.

in 2022, canada and denmark officially settled the dispute by splitting the island down the middle and each taking half. it was meant as a symbolic gesture of solidarity with ukraine after it was invaded by russia, which. kinda stupid? but also kind of lovely. and now we get to share a land border with our beloved frenemy <3

there is a province in which everybody speaks with an irish sounding accent

girl. please allow me to let me tell you about Newfoundland and Labrador, canada's easternmost province, and an island unto themselves. like they are literally an island but also just so culturally unlike anywhere else in the country. during the colonization of canada, the majority of europeans who settled in the area were from either Ireland or the West Country of england. between the two you have like, 8 distinct dialects, and that's before you add the influence of scottish, french, and algonquian. this linguistic stew bubbled away and over the years has resulted in the newfie accent/dialect. it is delightful. newfies are also just super friendly in general towards visiting mainlanders (but watch out! they will lull you into a false sense of safety with their hospitality and then gleefully drink you under the table. you have never had a hangover like the hangover from a newfie drinking contest. if one challenges you just. say. no.)

they also cook steaks to the point they become utterly indistinguishable from a hockey puck but it's okay, we forgive them.

here's a clip of american comedian Gianmarco Soresi encountering a newfie accent in the wild during a gig in edmonton (the title calls him a 'dumb american' but it's from his own youtube channel)

we had a 90s hair fad called "the beaver" it was like a mullet! but worse :)

NOT TRUE! thank god. although if it was true i'd like to think that it would have by now been appropriated and by some enigmatic lesbian magicks made sexy (as they have so successfully done with the mullet)

we passed a law specifically to ensure "sorry" is not an admission of liability

i know right. apparently because it's so common in canada to use "sorry" not only as an apology, but also as an expression of sympathy, the government instituted "apology laws." they preclude courts, tribunals, and arbitrators from finding that an apology is an admission of liability.

there was this one time we burned the white house down. allegedly. (sorry)

America has actually invaded Canada twice (in 1775 and 1812). they lost pretty much every battle -thanks in large part to the unsung efforts of first nation and indigenous tribes who sided with the british. anyways it was in 1812 that canadians invaded america right back, took control of the capital, and burned a bunch of shit down - including the white house! canadians are very proud of this, despite the fact it was ~technically~ a war between america and britain. "canada" didn't exist as an official country until 1867 but...well. what is historical accuracy in the face of an opportunity to mock america ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

iconic canadian musical comedy trio The Arrogant Worms have a whole song about it. it's a wild oversimplification of events and also a total banger

to this day america's official position is that this very much did not happen.

the majority of canadian kids grow up playing soccer instead of hockey

while hockey is the official winter sport of canada (lacrosse is the official summer sport) and hands down the most watched sport in the country, the majority of canadian families simply can not afford to let their kids play it. with expensive equipment, league fees, and travel expenses (just to name a few), hockey currently costs more than equestrian sports. you can own and care for an actual goddamn horse for less money than it takes to put your kids in hockey. so while most kids grow up playing pond hockey and shinny in the backyard, only a privileged minority ever become involved at a competitive level

our money is plastic, holographic, and semi-transparent (and sometimes pink!)

our money is so pretty you guys!!! it looks like it belongs in a barbie play set. also, every bill has braille on it for the vision-impaired! we are the only country who has this which is. genuinely wtf. it's such an obvious and easy accommodation

just ignore all the faces of various colonizers and imperialists and look at the pretty colours and shiny bits 🙃

and that's all folks! i hope you had fun and maybe learned a little about canada. if you found any of this interesting, i would say "look into more fun and funky fresh canadian history!" but honestly? our history texts are kinda infamously dry and boring. unless you focus on resources from indigenous, first nations, metis and/or inuit voices, and then it gets real interesting real fast. also infuriating. hey did you know canada had chattel slavery for a hot second? anyways this was meant to be about silly things only. here, enjoy this video from a 1994 episode of sketch comedy show Royal Canadian Air Farce ft. legendary Oneida actor Graham Greene

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Finished The Blade Itself, and probably enjoyed it more this time around than I ever have. I've always hated him but Sult is actually a pretty great chessmaster type who seems to grasp more of the bigger picture than Glokta, at least at the start. I still think Pacey's voice for him makes him sound too silly, but if you look past that he's not nearly so fuddy-duddy. I look forward to returning to him in LAOK.

Jezal and Ardee are spectacular as always. I'll never not love the way Jezal ends up being the one swept off his feet.

This book has a lot of fantastic monologues ("I've fought in three campaigns", Forley's farewell, plus Jezal's chin which technically isn't a monologue but does live rent-free in my brain), and Ardee's is truly up there with the very best.

I really liked the description of the House of the Maker. Usually I don't give a shit because world-building meh, but paying attention to it more this time I think Joe captures the uncanny quality really well. It has a Midjourney-style impossibility to it, as well as that nauseating hyper detail. The bit where Glokta notices that they didn't go up any stairs is great, and I like how it kinda bonds Glokta & Jezal through their shared experience of something impossible to describe to anyone else.

In other news, the Bloody-Nine is fantastic. This isn't actually news. I did like how Vitari & Ferro were his main opponents and how it showed how hardcore they both are to even be able to face the B9 and survive.

And speaking of Ferro, she is so freaking great. I love how she's a comic relief character and also a horrible stray cat that wandered in, hissing at people, insulting them, no care for comfort or hygiene. To be that funny and prickly while also yearning make connections deep down, she is so good ❤️🥺.

And the freaking foreshadowing is so audacious.

10 seconds after meeting Jezal's father this happens:

‘We will talk later.’ [Bayaz] said it with a disturbing finality, as if it were a thing already arranged. Then he turned away and vanished smoothly into the crowds. Jezal’s father stared after him, ashen-faced now, as though he had seen a ghost.

‘Do you know him, father?’

‘I ...’

Then an interruption happens and that moment (and Jezal's father generally) is entirely forgotten about.

Also this:

High Justice Marovia, Glokta noticed, looked to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Almost as if he knows something we don’t.

Say one thing for the foreshadowing, say it isn't subtle!

Very good all round. Though I have now started BTAH and that first West chapter is so boring, especially compared to the similar first Gorst chapter in TH, which is also an exposition-heavy discussion of battle tactics amongst people we're not sure if we need to care about yet but Gorst's chapter still manages to have some decent character moments. My theory is that Ferro, Dogman & West are all at their best in TBI, whilst Glokta rules supreme in BTAH, and Jezal & Logen are what makes LAOK my favourite overall.

[fangbangerghoul]

WOW ITS HERE, FINALLY!! LOOK AT ME GO!!!

MINORS DNI, 18+

Fleeting Pleasures

Chapter 7: No Rest for the Wicked Ghoul has confessed her sins to Delgado while Andreja and Sam finally have a real lead to bring themselves closer to their captain. Our characters stories are getting closer to tying back together once again and wow there are some misconceptions for both parties.

Fanart of our dear, sweet innocent Ghoul below: -by me

Ao3 Link

No Rest for the Wicked

Tap. Tap. Tap. His fingers struck the edge of the control panel in front of him rhythmically waiting for the call to come through. He was hyper aware that it would and he was surprised the Chair didn’t come here to lecture them herself. Andreja sat to the left of Sam, engrossed in her tablet as she exchanged notes and intel with Vlad to decipher some of the Crimson Fleet messages they had gathered. On the surface they seemed like garbled nonsense but Sam was no stranger to cracking ciphered messages from his youth. 

“How much of the truth are you going to tell her this time Sam?” Andreja muttered sarcastically into the silence and Sam couldn’t tell if it was rhetorical or not. 

“That makes it sound like you are accusing me of lying to Ms. Morgan.” Sam’s mouth twisted into an unappreciated smirk. He wasn’t too keen on having this conversation with her again. The months were starting to add more pressure on the delicate relationship they had to begin with. “I never lied to her.” 

“Yet, you never told her about the fact that we have had no communication with our Captain for 3 months now.” Andreja’s rigidness in her voice reflected how she felt about their actions for the past few months. Her tolerance for Sam’s deceitfulness towards the others was drawing to an end and he knew that. It was over when she went behind his back to tell Sarah the missing details.  

“She knows, to an extent.” Sam exasperated while his head was trying to remember which parts of the truth he had hidden from Constellation. There was a moment in his pursuit to find their friend where he crossed the line and instead of thinking rationally like he normally would he let his emotions take over. The results of that broken boundary were bloody knuckles and a dead man underneath him.

“I mentioned communications were spotty when I decided to drop off Cora.” He muttered back to her in defense as if that should have been enough. They both knew it wasn’t. 

“Sam, we have been chasing leads for months now with no hope of getting any closer. It is time we ask for help.” Andreja demanded, her voice breaking into a higher pitch from the stress. She had circles under her eyes but they both did and the wear and tear from stress and being continuously on the go was getting to them. Burning them out even. Sam conceited with his hands held up and tried to turn his body in another direction to find something else to distract himself. 

Sam’s chest felt heavy and to relieve some of the pressure he let out a large sigh. The way his chest expanded with his lungs and then released had him feeling some of the soreness that ached in a few of his muscles. The last ship they infiltrated had more bodies on it and for once Sam wasn’t 100% sure if he was going to make it out of that one. It was one thing to be doubtful of his abilities and another to just be statistically out matched. Andreja came through with her viciousness and all of the excessive training she had been pouring her energy into.

“And this is for the Carmilla file?” An unfamiliar voice spoke in a low volume and Sam perked up realizing that Andreja was whispering to someone. The way the name was said made him suspicious of the conversation along with the fact she never brought up the fact she wanted to have a private call. Andreja had whispered to the other line but he couldn’t quite make out what she was discussing and that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle in alert. Andreja tried to look within her peripheral vision to discreetly see if Sam was listening but then she very carefully tried to wrap up her conversation.

“What’s the Carmilla file? Is it another lead?” He asked with hope that perhaps it was more useful information than compared to what they had managed to gather thus far. The both of them were keeping the vagueness of the intel they received from Sarah because what they really had was nothing, just hunches. Several hunches that seemed like miscellaneous puzzle pieces that almost fit together but couldn't quite stick. Andreja and Sam had been using the coordinates and data from each of the ships they raided and interrogated to map out possible routes the Crimson Fleet frequented in hopes that maybe that was the key to all of the pieces and leads. 

“Yes and no.” Andreja said very carefully, her mouth slightly parting as if she wanted to add something but the words wouldn’t come out. 

“Well, if it’s going to help. I’d like to know. It’s not like I’ve kept any information from you.” He gritted his teeth trying to not let his quick temper get the best of him. He hated how easy it was for him to get riled up nowadays but even with the thought of something possibly being kept from him raised a special kind of hurt and anger within him. 

“Carmilla is Ghoul’s given name.” She caved to his questioning in a hushed tone as if there was someone else listening on the ship. “Delgado has been requesting information on that name in particular. Which means somehow, he knows it.” 

“Carmilla?” Sam said the name and it flowed off his tongue like sweet wine. He repeated the name within his thoughts a few times, becoming acquainted with it and trying to add it to the familiar face he would often think of. Ghoul, Carmilla, his captain, all titles to a person who was shrouded with mystery and never bothered to share much of herself with anyone. At least not often with him.

“How do you know it? I never even heard the commander refer to her as anything other than Ghoul.” Sam’s eyebrow peaked, skeptical of Andreja. The SysDef never seemed inclined to use that name and they knew practically everything albeit the information was occasionally out of date. 

“She told me, privately, when we were in each other's company.” Andreja looked away, seeming embarrassed by the confession and that gave Sam feelings he couldn’t even explain to himself. That was when a darker realization started to spread into his head like a swarm of Flying Leeches that infected the air space of his mind. It was a flash of an image, a scene of her tied, breathing heavily, and badly injured. Delgado stands over her starved and broken body, forcing her to confess to him. Sam felt he was going to bubble over with flames and fury before he tried to confirm this fear, “How did he find out?” 

“I’m….I’m not sure honestly.” Andreja said in a hushed voice her eyes becoming distant, possibly coming to the same conclusions. Sam saw her start to fidget with the tablet within her hand before she began to make herself look as if she was pulling up information she had been gathering. “She said, only her adopted mother knew.” 

“Imada?” He said with displeasure remembering that conversation with disdain. That particular event in Neon that correlated with the thought was when she acted impulsively and put the rock Walter and the Constellation wanted over her own damn life. He felt more of his anger start to spread to his temples, his knuckles whitened. The rage he felt over the things he had seen her go through and the possibility that Delgado was making her go through even worse. If given the chance Sam planned to kill that man with his bare hands over principle. 

“The information that has been traveling between the Fleet and their spies has been extensive. I might have their next location pinpointed. I planned to send the information to Vlad for him to look it over.” Andreja’s eyebrows were drawn together the more she read what was on the tablet in front of her and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask her anymore.  

“What do you think it says?” Sam pushed for the information and even though he looked calm on the outside he was feeling the mask slowly start to slip away. Every thought he had was a question or a concern and he felt his body energize with all of the frustration and tension that he had accumulated over the past three months. Sarah would be calling them soon and he needed to breathe before she would. His boots clamored on the metal floor of the ship while he now started to pace back and forth, breathing and trying to soothe the ever-present anger that ate at him. 

“It’s strange because it gives out the location of The Sondor but it is followed by announcing a public execution. Which is absolutely unheard of according to some of the contacts I have been in touch with.” The pieces of their puzzle were looking more and more foreign to each other. 

“Public execution?” Sam couldn’t stop the growl that came from his throat when he repeated the notion back to her. It was not the usual style of the Crimson Fleet and he felt a pit in his stomach. “Delgado could be making an example out of her, for the UC SysDef and anyone else who tried to infiltrate The Key.”

Andreja just nodded slowly refusing to hold eye contact with him as if it made the situation any less real. Sam couldn’t hold his mind to the present and he felt himself slip into a disassociated headspace. 

Sam blamed himself for a lot of things. Blamed himself for not being more honest with Constellation who, as he would say himself, was basically his family. He felt guilt for leaving Cora behind when he swore, he would take her everywhere no matter what. This blame would turn to guilt that spun into frustration and eventually led to a deep bubbling pit of anger within himself. A growing bubbling pit of flame and fury that wanted to exit his being with haste as it eroded his insides. The vicious cycle he felt his emotions go through was wearing him down but every time he felt himself ready to turn in the towel there would be a glimmer of hope. ‘She was alive,’ or ‘These coordinates brought us that much closer’ something would drag him back to the original mission and that was bringing Ghoul back from hell. Or Carmilla. The thought of the name left a sour taste in his mouth, it was another example of the walls she placed around herself when he was too close. Another reminder he was always one step behind or just out of reach of all the things he cared and longed for. 

“Sam?” Andreja’s voice was distant but the void of space he found himself staring into was now present in his consciousness and he blinked himself back onto the ship. His eyes turned to her now worried and grimace expression while her eyes checked him over to see if the lights were still on upstairs. 

“Yeah?” His voice sounded far away to himself and he cleared his throat in an attempt to call it back home. “I got lost in thought.” 

“Sarah is going to be calling in any second, are you going to be able to talk to her about this?”

“Yeah, of course.” Sam rolled his shoulders as if he was pushing his problems off his back. 

“Sam-.” Andreja began to say something but a small arrangement of melodic beeps interrupted her and she looked more defeated as usual. They both knew what the notification was and a part of Sam wanted to try to avoid this conversation all together but he knew he had a lot to answer to and he could at least be a man about it. Not run whenever the Chair of the Constellation was going to give him a lecture worse than any of the ones he ever received from his father. He accepted the call and Sarah Morgan was on screen, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed, and more stress lines than Sam thought he had ever seen on her face. 

“Are these reports real? Am I to believe that two members of Constellation have gone on a pirate killing spree?” There was an incredulous tone within Sarah’s rhetorical questions. No greeting just straight to the point as she seemed to reread the slate in front of her. There wasn’t any real way of denying her questions and it was clear how she lunged in at the start of the conversation they weren’t going to be allowed the chance to try. Her blonde hair and poised stature was visible on the screen as her face scrunched together more and more by the minute. Sam was in no position to disagree with her. He knew the consequences but that voice in the back of his head also wanted to say 'damn the consequences’. The SysDef refused to save their own agent and no one knew the actual condition their captain was in.  

“We did what we had to. A lot of those ships left us no other choice-.”

“Choice? The choice should have been coming back to The Lodge so we could plan a course of action!” She interrupted him immediately and it packed quite a bite. “If you two would have told me the gravity of the situation months….and seriously MONTHS AGO? It could have been dealt with properly. Not to have Delgado and his Fleet of pirates’ keen on killing the both of you now!” 

“There’s nothing I can say that will change the decisions we ultimately made.'' Andreja spoke out loud and looked between the screen that displayed Sarah and where Sam stood looking hesitant to speak. Sam knew the hesitance was mostly because it was her idea to come to Sarah earlier on and Sam refused. “However, we both came to the conclusion that less members involved is safer for Constellation.” 

“That’s not your decision to make.” Sarah’s voice was like a calm fury now. Her blue eyes trying to penetrate the screen that was between her and them to burn holes into their heads. “You both are representative of what it means to be a member of Constellation. As of lately you both have made choices that are no better than the pirates you have been trying to go up against. I expect you two back to The Lodge immediately.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Sam said halfheartedly. His body was stiff as he tried to look convincing. He didn’t have any plans of going back immediately but she didn’t need to know. One more lie wasn’t going to affect anything. “I may have not made the most respectable choices lately but you have to know I did it for Ghoul, for Constellation. And I would do it for any of the others.” 

“Trust me. I know that.” Sarah's exasperated and it seemed to release some of the fumes that were burning within her eyes earlier. “We look out for one another together. You of all people should have known that and out of everyone I expect you to operate with better caution.”  

Sam felt the sting of disappointment from her words and he sucked in his breath. He knew his actions were far beyond what he normally would do. He could see himself from the outside, worn down, tired, battered and all for one person. He also knew he would do it again in a heartbeat for her and he wasn’t sure if that made him insane or something entirely else. 

“Yeah. We can talk more about the situation when we get there.” He said trying to wrap up the call to end it already. He felt his fist tighten from the tension of the situation. He was having to lie to someone he respected again but he knew if The Sondor led them to Ghoul it could finally be over. 

“I have organized most of the intel and other information we have gathered on the situation. So, I will share that with everyone when we reach the Lodge.” Andreja added her focus torn between the conversation and the tablet in her hand. Sarah ended the call after saying a few more things for Andreja to focus on but as soon as he was sure it was completely over he turned to her.

“You are probably going to have to go ahead without me.” Sam told Andreja once the room fell silent. 

“Yeah right. After all this time?” Andreja rolled her eyes at him, a sight he never thought he would ever see from the likes of her. “To the Sondor?”  

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Delgado heard the water turn on from afar as he still focused on calming his temper, his breathing. He was angry, livid, at the truth that spilled from her mouth. She was a traitor all along and she slipped past his defenses so easily. It was shameful for him to think about and the hit in his pride just consumed his thoughts. He stood in his room looking out the window to the black sea of stars that was out there tapping his foot while his jaw felt so tight and rigid. She had a hold over him that he was trying to shake off. Her whimpers, the way her mouth and skin tasted, everything about her had him feeling like he could lose himself inside of her for hours more. Delgado knew he was rough with her, not as rough as he could have been. She took all of him, submitted to him even if it was in exchange for her own sweet release, and watching her underneath him was sublime.

‘That fucking bitch’ The thought repeated within his mind in annoyance and frustration. Delgado was trying to think of anything else but then he heard her faintly get into his personal shower and soft whine came from her. A whine probably from the pain and soreness within her tender muscles, he thought begrudgingly. He was able to tell she hadn’t cleaned herself in a few days with how much blood and dirt was caked onto her skin and in her hair. Delgado wondered if Ghoul even ate in the last few days. Several of his assigned contacts that kept tabs for him within The Key would always comment on the obscene amount of aurora she had been ingesting, something that needed to end if he was going to utilize her to her fullest potential. 

Delgado knew he couldn’t kill her. He acknowledged if she was anybody else, he would without a second thought. The UC had made several attempts in the past to get past the defenses of the Crimson Fleet and most were painfully obvious from any perspective that wasn’t military. The last attempt the man had faltered so easily with his lies and his attempts to be something he was not. After the third time hesitating with an order Delgado was swift to fire his gun directly into the traitor's head. It was as if she belonged within the Fleet and everything about her was the complete opposite of what the UC SysDef’s or Ranger’s could ever produce. Ghoul was a wild card, she did not shy from violence or moral ambiguity, and at the end of the day was more ruthless than some of the members he had with him over the years.

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the water in the bathroom was no longer running and he heard soft steps creep into his room. That was when Delgado turned to see her naked body and reddish-brown hair dripping wet and it reminded him of a painting he saw in his parents’ house long ago. A memory so far back he never thought of it to resurface ever again. She stopped in her tracks and he noticed how relaxed the muscles in her shoulders were compared to when he normally saw her. Her confidence transcended the room and Delgado felt himself catch his breath even if his mind was still consumed with her betrayal. 

“About time, you reeked like an animal.” He wanted to make his annoyance with her known and dragged out the emphasis of the insult. Delgado was unwilling to waver from his anger towards her not just yet. She gave him one of her lazy, bored looks. Her skin was decorated with all the marks he left on her and the water glistened off of her perfectly. It was causing mixed emotions and the vortex within his mind was giving him a headache. 

“Do you need something else?” He growled as his thumb and index finger began to rub his temples for relief. It at least gave him an excuse not to look at her any longer with his furrowed brows and tense jaw line. 

“Clothes, you ruined mine and no one pays me anything because I can’t leave this fucking place to do work.” Ghoul snipped at him. Her voice was not as aggressive as she usually was but there was still that rugged undertone to her that demanded for others to steer clear from her. He understood a part of why it existed but she was still rude as fucking hell for it.

“Look over in that storage crate. I am sure there is something in there even for a traidora.” He felt his tongue roll the perfect r’s with his venom and was satisfied with the landing. Delgado watched her face pinch in annoyance and heard a soft sigh come from her and for once she didn’t bother to argue back. The lack of response had a smile tug at his lips thinking about how perhaps he should have fucked her delirious sooner. 

Delgado walked over to his night stand where an older bottle and a glass sat waiting for him every night. It was his favorite dark liquor he kept a supply of from his home planet. He fell into his nightly routine of pouring a glass and throwing back the first shot before refilling for the second time to sip on for the evening. He could feel her eyes on his back and it made the air around the skin of his torso feel colder and give him goosebumps. Instinctively he rolled his shoulders to release some of the tension he felt before he bothered to acknowledge her. 

“Am I allowed to leave or-” Before she finished with something smart to say he interrupted. 

“You are not allowed out of my sight until I decide.” He said with a sharp warning. She was silent again and this time he turned around to look at her again. She was wearing another one of his older shirts and it hung off of her cozily. He felt his groin twitch at the sight and he leaned back on the nightstand, grinding his teeth.   

She tilted her head at him as she observed what he was doing and her eyes locked onto him like a snake after something in particular. That was when Ghoul started to slowly move closer to him with her movements delicate and well thought out. He watched her curiously and sipped on his glass as she stopped only a step in front of him. She reached out unapologetically and swiped the glass from his hand and before he could protest she held her finger up at him. Delgado thought about yelling at her but decided to let her quench her thirst for the moment. She did lose quite a bit of blood because of him. 

“Are you done?” He asked her as she made a small gasp for air after downing his glass within seconds. She ignored his question and went for the bottle beside him. Delgado grabbed her wrist and stopped her within an instance. “How about you ask? Or do they not teach you manners at SysDef?” 

“The SysDef didn’t teach me anything and I am thirsty.” 

“You really do act like a fucking animal sometimes.” 

“You would know.” 

“What you should know is how lucky you are to be alive right now. I could have just placed a bullet within that thick skull of yours already and cut my losses.” Delgado sneered at Ghoul with disdain.

“It’s never too late-.”

“Cut the crap, Rook.” He used the grip on her arm to make her face him and their bodies were now close enough to touch. “Did you infiltrate My Fleet just as a death wish? Where is the ambition I see burning in your eyes when you are in the cage?”

“You act as if I wanted to be here in the first place.” She snarled at him and reaffirmed the feral nature inside her that caught his gaze in the first place. He looked at the way her lips curled and for a moment he was going to lean in and kiss them again. She had a gravitational pull on him and he wasn’t ready to satisfy it. “What part of ‘they made me’ did you not understand?” 

“For someone who was made to join the Crimson Fleet you did a helluva job getting in.” Delagdo said with a cocky grin thinking of the irony of Ghoul’s words and how her actions were the complete opposite. She was in denial of her place among the Fleet and that was something he could use to his advantage. 

“It’s not like it was hard.” She scoffed at him as she yanked her wrist back and poured the glass. Ignore the underlying threat written across his face. Delgado didn’t know what the hell he was going to do with her. He knew there were things he’d like to do to her but when it came to the Fleet only a few ideas came to mind and one of them was locking her in a room until he didn’t feel this rage when he looked upon her stupid face. He felt another rise of anger with how nonchalant she was about joining the Fleet as if there weren’t dozens of graves from those who failed to meet his standards. 

“You still have a lot to learn, Rook.” His body leaned more towards Ghoul's, their faces inches from each other’s as he towered over her. His body was stiff and rigid and he knew he was at his limit with her smart mouth, once again. 

“Enjoy the night in your cell.” He snatched the glass back from her and she gave him a stupendous look as if he just muttered gibberish to her. He walked towards the door of his room and once he reached the archway he snapped and grabbed the attention of the two men who were still dicking around with their game of cards. They did not make him wait as the two taller captains came into his room to grab Ghoul. Little did she know he already had spoken to them prior to letting her roam about and clean herself in his private quarters. There was a lot she didn’t know and that made him tickle with delight. Ghoul was thrusting herself around amazingly, having the sudden energy to try and take down the men who held her but they were now more experienced with her wild antics, enough to know when to loosen and tighten their grip on her. 

“Fuck you, Delgado! And fuck your stupid Fleet!” Ghoul screeched as the men passed him with her. She tried to lunge at him but he only laughed at her attempts. 

“Now you are starting to sound more like a real traitor. Maybe in the morning I will find it in myself to forgive you but for now, enjoy your cold, dull evening bitch.” He slammed the door in her face and tried to block out her loud threats and anger. He had to finish getting himself together for his meeting with his Second in Command.

[tandeeee]

Hmm 2 and 5 for the durgetash asks thing?

2) Did they ever meet or see each other before Gortash attempted to find the Chosen of Bhaal? OH BOY...Felix is an old soul, he's been around Baldur's Gate for about eighty years. There's a few times he crossed paths with Gortash - one being giving the much younger boy a coin or two when small Enver Flymm was reduced to begging, which had a certain devil raising an eyebrow in interest. After his return from the Hells Gortash spent a lot of his time setting up his network and came across Bhaalists more than once but never the blond himself until the fateful meeting in an alleyway. I feel like the gate is a big place and Felix is such an anti-social (...serial murderer) that kept to himself most of the time. 5) Their favourite 'strictly business associates' bonding activity on a Saturday night? Please don't leave out any of the bloody gory details. Gortash's research in illithids and brain related items had required the bhaalspawn's efforts in kidnapping the right kind of person for study. Sometimes they'd go to bars together to pick out a subject for later on in the night when Felix would stalk and take them in the midst of the night to bring the victim back to one of the many safe houses the arms dealer had. If Gortash had a more specific subject in mind he'd generally send letter to Felix on who, what, when, and where to find them for later that night. It was all manners of people, ages, races, the like, and Felix was always happy to provide. Then its a whole lot of Gortash showing Felix what parts are what in a brain and Felix intently listening to Enver spill his hyper fixations to him. In turn Felix showed him how to exactly take a person *apart* which did wonders in the designs of the Steel Watch later on. He'd also show which parts of the body tasted best but alas, Enver always declined on dinner served by the bhaalspawn for good reason.

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Weaver time! I really do like this episode. If I'm being honest I like every episode - bar a couple stranger ones in season 3, they just weren't scary to me - so that isn't much of a surprise, but it's a pretty good one.

I'm also pretty tired, so... yeah? After this I'm going to go to sleep.

@a-mag-a-day

The concept of free will gets me pretty excited so enjoy the words!

This includes: love of Jon Sims, looking at Jon's life through the lens of "this guy ADHD", cat photo, musings on free will (good words), how are the tapes turning on, what does Annabelle mean about the statement summaries, musings on what the web is and "The Spider & The Eye" by pocketsizedquasar propaganda, discussion of Enid Blyton books, among other things.

DAISY (Quietly) Perhaps they bugged out. ARCHIVIST Was that a joke?

Asjdjshfhsjh I love him so much your honour. I want to shake him a little bit.

MELANIE I'm fine. Uh, a-and please don't call me Mel. DAISY What? Since when? MELANIE Always. I’m trying to be more open about this stuff.

Hnhrnhrh Melanie my absolute beloved <3 I'm glad she's getting better, that's good for her, you know. Being ok is really great actually.

ARCHIVIST I'm sure the flares will work fine. I mean, unless it's all some elaborate plot to have us burn this place down again. BASIRA So what if it is? ARCHIVIST I don’t follow. BASIRA I mean, anything we do could be part of the grand master plan. So, what, we do nothing? Just sit on our hands and hope that's not what the spiders want?

Jon's either incredibly impulsive or incredibly indecisive, which... A) Attention Deficit Hyperativity Disorder (the name is a misnomer, not a deficit, etc, i mean he's adhd though) and B) I mean like... that's sort of partially why he ended the world? I mean like grabbing this kid, dead parents, granny doesn't care about him - and yknow, a shitty childhood affects you, and with this Extra trauma, he'll be alienated from other people, due to the mundane things and because... you can't tell anyone about the spooky stuff.

And then he's already probably predisposed to be impulsive, to not think things through, and then ADHD it's... not a Great Time. Because of other people. You know, you're either too much or not enough, no one's ever going to like you so why try. With him it's like "I was an annoying child." "I was hardly an easy child to deal with." Like, not to sound like a broken record, but I see myself in that. It's not always malicious, but yeah, when you're always too much, too loud, too annoying, you internalize it, think there's something wrong with you, cut people off, don't... try.

Like, Elias's plan sort of depended on the Archivist and the Archival Assistants being... isolated. No one'll notice, or care when they die, or go missing, or change. And, I mean, yeah. He was pretty much alone. Is it an ADHD thing to have no best friends? Is it an ADHD thing to never wonder why you're alone? Like, he was closest with his assistant, who he suspected of murder, and his ex-girlfriend who he hadn't talked to in years. His work-life balance was terrible since before he discovered he'd work for life. Also ADHD ppl usually have a higher rate of substance abuse and addiction, because of the whole less dopamine thing.

This is getting so bloody off topic. Jon's combination fear of being manipulated and his impulsivity and inability to think things through, in addition to all the other things detailed above make him a great candidate for ending the world.

Sasha's too friendly, and we don't know enough about her to really draw any conclusions about how good of a (spooky) Archivist she'd be. I'd say she'd be a better mundane archivist but none of those people had anything even resembling a library science degree, and she was stapling things. Apparently you're really not supposed to staple things.

Melanie, I think, would be a great (spooky) Archivist, mostly because she's so similar to Jon. What with the whole chasing after War Ghosts thing, and being pretty prickly, and I think that she could have been an Archivist, Archivist!Melanie guys, come on, think about the possibilities! Also this leaves the door open for Flesh!Jon and I fucking love Flesh!Jon, but now is really not the time to get into that.

ARCHIVIST Yep. Official Institute paper and everything.

Official institute paper should be available as merch smh.

WHAT IF THEY HAVE PENS?? DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE OFFICIAL INSTITUTE PENS? THEYVE GOT TO RIGHT? OH THE POSIBILITIES OF NOVELTY STATIONARY!!

Free will is a funny old thing, isn’t it, Jon? Can I call you Jon? I’m going to call you Jon.

I mean, hey! It's an improvement on the other Avatars! He gets to be called a name! Lovely jubbly!

With any other animal, we talk about instinct, we talk about training. Perhaps, if we have spent enough time with them, we talk about personality. But we never talk about choice. We never look at a dog racing wildly after a thrown ball and think, ‘What an odd decision that dog has made.’

My cat, Marble, chases after things like a dog. He's so odd /pos, I love him so much.

Cat Anecdote (Catecdote?): Ereyesterday, early in the morning - so early to be basically still the day before - Marble climbed onto my bed and lay right beside me, and as I stroked him I realized how small he was - Marble's a mainecoon so he's a LOOONG cat - but, I realized that he's still just a cat, and as he purred as I fell asleep, I knew that I loved him more than anything else in the world. I love him so much.

[ID: A photo of a cat, sitting down with one paw raised, looking at something above the camera. He's a tabby maincoon, and is dark brown, light brown, and grey. His legs are mostly dark brown, his stomach grey, and the rest of his body a mix of dark brown and light brown. /End ID]

Look I had to include a photo of him. Sorry, this was so irrelevant.

Of course, people are so very different from dogs. Our brains are larger, more complex; so many more little factors and wrinkles to push us and pull us. But does any of it actually constitute free will? Free of what? We all have forces that drive us, circumstances that direct us, and even if we choose to ignore these and act against all logic just to prove that we can, is that not simply allowing the existential terror of our own powerlessness to control us instead?

!!!

Look, okay, if someone knew everything, knew everything about you and everyone else and the world and everything, then theoretically, they would be able to know exactly what you'd do. We're all pushed and pulled by forces in our lives, no matter how unpredictable you are, there's always an underlying reason, and if there isn't... well there's your reason.

I was baking a while back, and thinking about this episode, and I realized that every moment in my life had lead to me, standing in the kitchen, thinking about The Magnus Archives, and looking for some kind of measuring cup, and I realized that whatever decision I made, if I took one from the drawer, or from the dishwasher, or left the kitchen entirely, that choice was not my choice, none of them were, my whole life has been preordained from the very beginning, not in some fate way, but in that everyone is affected by the circumstances around us, and this just makes what happened happen?

Yes, we're responsible for our own choices, but are they really our choices? If knowing everything makes them not - which I believe, it makes sense - then they are and were never our choices, free will is ignorance.

Not only can free will and omniscience not coexist, but free will has never existed, it's just a lie we tell ourselves, because it makes sense to us. Why am I lying on my bed typing this out? Because I wanted to. But no. It's because Sixteenthdays wrote The Hermit Archives AU, it's because my sister got into an unspecified university, it's because Ashes started a mag a day, it's because the pandemic happened, it's because I was curious about hermitcraft fandom demographics, it's because I have a computer, it's because of so many things, and none of those things were done randomly either. I presume Sixteenthdays is writing THA because they like both TMA and MCYT. A mag a day was started because The Magnus Archives was created, because the mods wanted to re-experience the community created from the episodes initial airing. My sister got into the unspecified university because we moved to unspecified country. And that's only a fraction of the factors that lead to me, here, talking about these factors.

Terrifying to think about, isn't it!

He ultimately decides that, if all the millions upon millions of factors and influences that weigh upon our choices were fully and completely known, then all could be foreseen and predetermined. But, he argues, it is quite impossible for the human mind to comprehend even a fraction of these, and in that vast, dark space of ignorance lies ‘free will’.

Come onnn Jonny, we had an omniscient character who's bloody terrified of being out of control, I really really do wish that we'd gotten more of this sort of thing in season 5.

Like I get why not, his omniscience has limits, we're more focused on other things, but there was a missed opportunity there, I feel.

Where would it fit in? Idk!

I think that one probably comes down to whether or not you’re choosing to continue reading this statement out loud. You didn’t mean to, did you? No, I’m sure you told Basira and Melanie that you were going to glance it over and report back. Perhaps they asked you if you were going to record it and you shook your head. “Maybe later.” That sounds like the sort of thing you’d say.

!!!!!!!!! oh boy!!

Do you think that's... exactly what he said? Because I think it's exactly what he said and he's just like Oh Boy!

But think about it, Jon, when’s the last time you were able to read a statement quietly to yourself without instinctively hitting record and speaking it aloud? Is it just instinct, habit? Or is it a compulsion, a string pulled by the Ceaseless Watcher or the Mother-of-Puppets? Or both?

That raises the question - are the tapes turning on by themselves, or is Jon (and by extension Martin and co.) turning them on unconsciously. The Web has shown an ability to... distract... people what with Jon and his lighter. Jon's also been shown to forget to turn tapes off a lot of the time, and Tim did mention that Jon was just reaching for the tape recorder when they were talking (MAG 98). I feel like that's actually more plausible to me than them just... turning on by themselves. The Web's all manipulation and stuff. Alternatively, it's Annabelle Cane hiding under Jon's desk /j.

I know the summaries have started to confuse you. Where do they come from when you read a statement fresh? How do you just sort of know what it’s about before you even start to read it? But by then, you’re away, the rollercoaster is dropping and you’ve no real choice but to hold on and hope that I don’t crash you.

I'm guessing this is referring to statements that haven't been read before, like MAG 123 - Web Development. That raises the question, though, what about the statement of Hazel Rutter? I mean, he obviously didn't know what was going to be inside that, and The Eye can't lie.

Actually, I think Elias, you know, he just put the summary there so it wasn't one of the spooky ones, but like he's already... tied in by the point where he's reading the summary. No turning back, already too deep.

Also that line, just, "hope that I don't crash you." Hmm. Oh, Jon, there really was no way to avoid it.

Of course, I learned many of my skills from my mother, who could wield guilt like a rapier and anger like a scalpel. She never simply screamed at you. She was always aware of exactly what kind of fury or disappointment was needed to make sure you regretted ever catching her attention.

Sure! Did Annabelle grow up to... sort of be a part of The Web? Yes, she did. Sure, maybe it's manipulative, but you know what? I've been called manipulative, I've been worried I'm manipulative, and if The Eye can be the fear of being both Watcher and Watched, The Slaughter the fear of the one getting hurt and the one hurting, The End the fear of the one who stays alive forever and the one who knows when they will die, then The Web can be the fear of the one being manipulated and the one afraid of being a manipulator.

She might not have been afraid, sure. What we know of Annabelle's childhood is from the perspective of her fundamentally changed - in more than just the regular way - from that. We just don't know what she was feeling before, we barely know anything about her.

Just read "The Spider & The Eye" by pocketsizedquasar, it's really good, the first lines of the summary live in my mind rent free.

Annabelle Cane has a choice to make. (Annabelle Cane is not sure what choice is anymore).

Like! Aa! Sahar has great words.

She had eight children, yet weaved that life around herself in such a way that she always seemed both the victim of it, yet curiously divorced from any responsibility. In many ways, she was the victim, at least of my father, whose pathological absence spoke of a man who had no interest whatsoever in engaging with the life where he had trapped his family.

Uh nothing to say, just highlighting it. Hmnhrnh good words.

My biggest attempt to assert some form of influence over my family was when I decided to run away.

I've actually packed a bag to run away before and let it be known I was much worse at packing than Annabelle asjdssjfg

and the only book I could say belonged to only me: Five Go Down to the Sea.

I was always more fond of The Five Find-Outers and Dog, and The Adventurous Four, though I did like The Famous Five. I also really liked Mallory Towers. George from The Famous Five is definitely the reason I'm trans.

I will simply say that when a spider reaches a certain size, it is not entirely made up of spider anymore.

Hey, what the fuck does this mean! :D

So, how much free will was involved in that story? What could I have chosen to change? Would a different path have been possible? I felt no loss of control – no puppet strings guided me – and yet the Mother got exactly the result she no doubt wanted, one that would lead to a fear of spiders so acute that would later have that horror focused and refined into a silk-spun apotheosis.

Isn't it more terrifying to not know for sure whether you're being controlled or not? To be frozen in terror and indecision, unsure of which action you will willingly take will be the one they want you to take?

The Mother is the fear of manipulation and lost control made manifest, so perhaps it is our fear that projects her influence on everything that happens, like the mind retrospectively assigning reason to our actions, so we fit whatever occurs into the neatest pattern we can and declare her web both intricate and complete.

But, the mind of the dreamer affects the dream, so perhaps she wasn't weaving her own web, but the fear of her weaving her web made it so she could and did! Aaaa I love this podded cast!

Or perhaps I am simply telling you what you need to hear in order to behave exactly as the Mother wishes you to. Perhaps I have never even seen a beach.

THAT ENDING!!! OH WOW THATS A GREAT ENDING!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! JUST dont dont drop the mic it'll damage it, BUT DO SOMETHING TO A SMILIAR EFFECT!

(Shaken) That was, uh… I d-didn’t like that. I couldn’t…

Fuck, dude, he really is shaken.

Ahhh it's only going to get... worse.

I can’t say I’m sad to have another ally allegedly on our side, but I don’t like the idea of being important to The Web. That’s a really bad place to be.

IT SURE IS! Aaaaaa... :(

Annabelle’s right, though. I mean, I can’t trust anything she says to not be another lie to further manipulate and manoeuvre us, but deep down, I think she’s right. What I’ve been doing to these people, it hasn’t been because I was puppeted or controlled or possessed. I wanted to do it. It felt good. But at least I know I can stop. I just... don’t know how. I don’t want to stop.

Hey, I mean! Good for him right, he has all these people around him to help! They're going to be nice about it and not threaten him with murder, right!

Right?

No but, I mean, I'm not really, I don't really feel right talking about this, I don't have any experience related to it, I'm just pointing to it. Great words! Yeah!

Well, that's been a little ramble! Hope you enjoyed the cat picture if nothing else. He really is the light of my life. See y'all tomorrow I guess?

[talentforlying]

GRATUITOUSLY DETAILED DISLIKES

muse name.   john constantine.

least favorite nickname. call him any variation of 'johnny' or 'johnny boy' when he already doesn't like you and he's spitting in your eye. he's learned to own 'gutter mage', but if you're rich and you're saying it to denigrate, you're now on a list.

least favorite season. winter. he's not a fan of christmas, and since his sister died he doesn't really have anywhere to go for the holidays, so that whole block of time is just an ugly mess of don't-think-about-it for him.

least favorite  —  hot or cold? hot. he layers his clothing, and there's only so many layers you can take off when it's hot out before you're simply stuck with the unbearable. also, connotations re: hell that have left a sense-memory so deep he's never climbing out of it.

least favorite holiday. halloween. uninformed pissants playing with fire around every corner, and every year it seems like he's the only fireman in town.

least favorite food.   deep-fried anything that's not a pastry. he's not a fan of all the grease and the oil.

least favorite flavor.   artificial grape flavoring. it's just slimier cough medicine to him.

least favorite drink. american sprite, and clamato.

least favorite scent.  blood, rotting meat, hospital smell, and death. really helpful in his line of work, where all are constant.

least favorite sound. the buzzing of an electronically-locked door being opened makes him feel aggressively unsafe. also, someone talking out their ass about shite they don't understand.

least favorite tv shows. any kind of kardashian, flaunting-our-wealth reality show, and bloody doctor phil. the levels of out-of-touch and quackery drive him up the wall.

least favorite area of school. recess. he was pretty good academically and liked to learn, it was the bullies who were the problem.

least favorite aspect of their job. the tough calls that he has to make on his own and stand by afterwards. he doesn't sacrifice friends and betray people's trust because it's easy, he does it because he has to. he keeps doing it because he's the only one who will.

least favorite trait in others.    three-way tie between blustering cowardice, carelessness towards other people's lives/wellbeing, and sick enjoyment in kicking people when they're down who don't deserve it. he'll go far out of his way to teach some selfish wanker a lesson in a little fucking empathy.

least favorite place.   hospitals. bad enough to be stuck where he can't smoke, but every doctor he meets wants to experiment with his damn demon blood, too.

least favorite thing to talk about. the events with rosacarnis. he lost his memories, the mental equivalent of forty years, his bodily autonomy, and his sister in one fell swoop. there will never be a way to package all that up into one neat conversation, and the pity it incurs makes him sick.

least favorite thing about themselves. he can't turn off the hellblazer. his reputation is what keeps him alive, and maintaining that reputation is a full-time job. even if he settles for a few years, keeps his head down, leads a quiet life, someone or something will find him, or he'll find someone or something. there's no life of magic without hurting people, and there's no life without magic anymore. he's trapped himself by trying to survive.

least favorite daily chore.   taking out the trash. he's forgetful and he's squeamish, which tends to leave him with a rank mess that takes forever to remove between bouts of gagging.

least favorite type of clothing. polyester, or anything overly restrictive.

least favorite superpower. mind-reading, truth-compelling, or hyper-empathy. his lies are his armor; the more people peel back the layers, the more they see all he's gone through in life and how truly vulnerable he is at heart, and the last thing he wants is to be treated like a victim. he'll fight tooth and nail against anyone trying to strip those defenses from him, and he'll fight dirty.

least favorite thing about falling in love. knowing it'll end ugly and it'll be his fault, but not being able to stop either the falling in love or the ending.

least favorite thing about death. the pain. he's never been good with pain.

[rescue-ram]

I did a double feature of MASH (1970) and The Hurt Locker (2008) last night and let me tell ya, that is an interesting back-to-back experience.

I mean fundamentally the genres completely change the way the movies scan, but there are some striking similarities.

Both are shot in this "realistic" way that is both very striking and technically impressive. The Hurt Locker uses slow-mo to capture real explosions in great detail, and roaming documentarian filmwork to capture action in a more naturalistic way, and Altman's use of overlapping soundtracks was both very naturalistic and revolutionary and influential. His frequent use of busy unfocused framing is very important to the visual language of the film.

Shallow comparison, but I was struck that both films open with "thesis statement" quotes, The Hurt Locker with "War is a Drug" and MASH with excerpts from MacArthur's "Old soldiers never die" and Eisenhower's "I shall go to Korea" speeches. Because THL is a straight up drama, it's quote is more of a tone setter, while MASH's quotes are more sarcastic contrasted with the satire that follows.

Both eschew a traditional narrative, and are more of a sequence of thematically linked vignettes. I don't want to belabor the comparison too much, because they're very different films, and the thematic links, rising tension, and character arcs are much more clearly drawn in THL. The descent into madness is terrifying, and then the contrast with the banality of the real world does paint why James has been seduced by war. But MASH makes a lot more sense if you watch the movie knowing each scene is an escalation in absurdity running from the genuinely beautiful, eerie, and realistic opening sequence of casualties being flown into the unit, through a relatively grounded first act, an increasingly outrageous second, culminating in the almost nonsensical football bit at the end. (Uncontroversial opinion, I don't fucking like the football bit, but I do get what they're going for here.)

Both render the "meat" of their characters' work in loving gory detail. The surgery scenes in MASH are very realistic compared to the broad comedy scenes, and were genuinely shocking at the time. They provide a good contrast to the silly scenes, and I think a lot of the bite of the anti-war message comes from the contrast between their bloodiness and the pointless absurdism of the military around them. The attention to detail in the defusing scenes, the realism of the detonations, and the bloody aftermath provides the tension and horror in THL. Also striking neither film is about infantry, and feature little to no direct combat sequences- the characters are mopping up the damages after battles, either in bodies (MASH) or in munitions (THL).

James and Hawkeye are similar in their devil-may-care attitudes and lack of respect for military protocol and hierarchy. Both are hyper competent "wildmen" who will do whatever the have to do to do what they do very well. But this leads into the biggest contrast between the two films- Hawkeye was drafted and James has volunteered, repeatedly, to be here.

One last similarity- the theme of suicide runs through both movies. I think it's most overt in THL- James repeatedly rolls the dice with his own life and is called out for it, implied to be passively suicidal, or at the very least to be incapable of enjoying life without a metaphorical gun to his head, and it's not coincidental that the last two bombs are suicide bombers, neither of which are defused. The theme is more subliminal in MASH because again, comedy, but the notion that war is suicidally stupid is not hard to read.

Okay, getting into the contrasts, of which I'm going to highlight just a few:

The biggest biggest difference is in the make up of the army. In MASH the conflict is between draftees and Regular Army, and the Regular Army is given zero (0) dignity or respect. "How did that man get an officer's commission?" Hot Lips asks indignantly, to which Mulcahy replies "He was drafted." Thesis statement of the film baby! In order to go to war, you either have to be crazy and stupid (Regular Army) or dragged there against your will and driven crazy by your desire to do literally anything except be there (the draftees). THL is an all volunteer army, and the three main characters give a nice little range of "why are they there." Eldridge is a kid implied to have been seduced by unrealistic patriotic propaganda, and is now having a bit of a breakdown realizing he's going to kill and die for nothing. Sanborn is a career soldier, "ten years military intelligence", who ends the film breaking down realizing he wants a real life away from war. James is already broken at the start of the film.

Maybe this should really go under similarities, but the way commanding officers are handled is interesting. In MASH, to reiterate, they appear and are depicted as universally incompetent, stupid, and/or delusional. They are absent in THL, the EOD team acting mostly independently, and I can only think of two who appear on screen- the guy who is impressed by James' cowboy bullshit at the embassy bombing, and the ineffectual psychologist Colonel Cambridge who gets killed because his attempts to be nice allow an insurgent to plant an IED within their perimeter. Not sure if the absence of superiors is a comment on the remove of the brass from on the ground action, the result of focused filmmaking, or something else.

I think the final and biggest difference is the role of fear in the movies. THL is both a tense movie to watch, and one in which characters feeling fear tells you important data about them. I was struck by how reactive most of the American soldiers are, repeatedly screaming orders, ducking for cover, and frequently freaking out. The biggest contrast between Sanborn and James are their reactions- Sanborn openly emoting and freaking out when things go wrong, contrasted with James excitement, focused competence, or quiet and internalized breakdowns. James honestly comes across as better than most of the other soldiers who are more reactive, but the film is explicit that that's a symptom of his pathology and addiction. I saw current day reviews of MASH that criticize it for being a movie about the horrors of war with very little horrors- to which I thought "Yeah babes, it's a comedy, and if there's one thing the horrors of war are not it's funny"- but I think what a lot of people are picking up on it that at no point do the characters seem afraid. While war is immediate and threatening in THL, in MASH, although the 4077th is just 3 miles from the front, no one is particularly concerned. The Regular Army are delusional and more concerned with spreading American values through fucking football and other bullshit, and the draftees are more focused on distracting themselves and making their own fun. I think this is commentary on how pointless the American interventions in Korea and Vietnam were- literally no one cares- but as the audience correctly points out it directly detracts from the horrors it opposes. The film originally had a subplot where Ho-Jon is drafted by the Korean army, injured on the front lines, and dies on the operating table on the 4077th that Altman cut for being too much of a downer, but I kind of wish had been retained. I think there's an alternate universe where a slightly less funny version of the film was made, and the last fifteen minutes replace the football bit with Hawkeye being sent to the front lines to provide medical assistance as he did on the show, and we get 15 minutes of absolutely brutal and horrifying combat, then he returns, gets his discharge papers, and steals a jeep and bugs out of there with Forrest. I do think a little fear would've heightened a lot of the themes in MASH, but it's also psychologically interesting to me that the anti-Vietnam movies appeals mostly to anger and outright nonconforming rebellion, while the anti-Iraq movie is both less anti-military in its messaging and it's characters are fearful or dissociative under stress rather than angry.

[ageless-aislynn]

11, 25, 27 for the weird writer asks!

Aw, thank you so much! 💖

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I'm absolutely horrible in how I over-write my first drafts, so yes, pretty much every fic I have that's over, say, 2k words or so has a bloody swath of murdered darlings in its wake. You'd think that I'd be pretty unaffected by it now but, yes, I do rather mourn a lot of them. Most of my wasted time on drafts is usually trying desperately to find some way to justify keeping a darling in there when I know, deep down, that it really serves no purpose and needs to go. 😭

However, I also have given myself permission to keep the occasional darling in there despite it serving no purpose because life is short and this is my fic and nobody paid for it or anything so, darn it, if I want to indulge in something, then I'm going to indulge in something, lol!

It's just a balance, what can I say? I do save every draft I've written and I have on occasion pulled out a darling and saved it separately so to more easily find it later but I've never really made use of any of them. Maybe one day!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Vannak from the Halo series has a sweet tooth and you can earn his unending, unswerving loyalty by keeping him supplied in homemade treats. 😛

Vannak, when Kai asks if he's "sweet" on the person who keeps bringing him baskets of cookies and brownies and candy and... 😛

In related news: I tend to ship Vannak and Riz, whether or not the fic in question has Kai with John or not but I've been considering giving Vannak and Riz their own Readers like how John has the "15 Minutes" Reader and Kai has her own in "Recreation." So Vannak might get a baking-enthusiast Reader one of these days, who knows? 😉

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Game!Chief, by far. Now, you might be thinking, "Um, Ais? You've never written game!Chief, so how can you say he's stressful?" That's because I've never written game!Chief as far as anybody knows. 😛

It's one of those things where I know nobody is ever going to mistake me for a military or hard sci-fi writer. I'm a romance writer, the rest of the stuff is just the environment I'm using to tell my silly little romance stories. I can justify that for the Halo TV series but I can't for the games. I think I'd be pretty well eviscerated for running game!Chief through my usual paces. 🤷‍♀️

As a follow-up to the first question, before I finished writing this, I was hopping over to work on a fic and had to literally just kill one of my darlings in it. As much as it amused me to have Jorge throw shade at Emile, it really didn't serve a purpose in the story and was just a needless distraction. 'Cause this ain't a Halo: Reach fic. 👀😉

Weird Questions for Writers

[the1975attheirverybest]

Hello my love how is your day going?

I've been so busy getting ready for tomorrow, packing, trying on outfits and practicing my makeup but now I am ready and in bed.

I'm so bloody excited I feel like I'm going to explode 😭😭

Anyway I hope you've had a lovely day, and if not I hope it's been manageable ❤️

🌷🌷

Honestly? I’m excited FOR YOU and I’m not even the one going. Like if I’m think hyper about it, I don’t know what you must be feeling or how you’ll manage to go to sleep tonight hahahha. GET SOME REST BABY. BIG FUCKIN DAY TOMORROW! I hope you have the best most magical time at the show. And, of course, I want all the minute little details. If Matty BLINKS I need to know about it, hahaha. No, but for real. Above all else, do have fun and be careful and hydrate. I hope it’s everything you imagine it to be and more 💗

[vastiitas]

pre-tween cole deffo had a black-out rage episode beating the shit out of some other, older tween in one of the orphanages bf he got yoinked to another house,