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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years ago

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Okay, here we go, time to gather my rambly thoughts about Echoes of the Past!

Huh, from the trailer I figured this version of Eda was a lot younger.

More studious Luz, please. Also that doodle is so anime, I love it.

Lilith for Titan's sake put your glasses on

Why is Lulu and Hootcipher so good, tho? 😭 (yes, Luz, it is nice that they're friends)

Ooh, invisibility glyph! Em and Ed can never know about that one (though realistically they can probably already make things invisible considering their track)

"Don't ever do that again!" "Do that again!"

Also, King seems to have a shaky grasp on object permanence.

So Lilith's a history nerd, interesting...

That black eye really just came from the high five, huh? And yes, I am still stuck on that high five, it's so good. I'll need to find a gif of it at some point.

Let's not sleep on that roast from Lilith, though. You can tell Cissy has fun with lines like that.

Raving about tyrannical rule immediately followed by Luz cooing over King with belly rubs. Yep, this is The Owl House.

Jesus Christ, Lilith, you didn't need to be so savage

Luz's turn to be mom, I guess

"Hootrageous!" Dammit, now I want to see Hooty cosplay as Brave and the Bold Aquaman.

Oh hey, Hollow Knight and Piplup!

It doesn't seem like King should be able to grab the staves so casually, but eh.

You can tell Hooty has been waiting for a long time to be allowed to go somewhere. Also him detatching from the door is apparently as gross and horrifying as everyone was led to believe.

Hooty has no right to look so adorable in that little portable house, especially with the pulsating organs!

"Oh, no, not again!"

Okay what the hell is that bathtub thing, Eda?! You had that this whole time?!?!

Very convincing "aw," Lilith. 10/10.

This episode's gonna have some lore.

Hooty really just decided to be Lilith's bodyguard, love that for him.

Luz seems especially dedicated to indulging King this episode so far.

Hooty does have a point about the graffiti. It is quite nice.

I don't know why I keep being surprised by Lilith being cute, but I love it.

"With all the sugar I eat it better be!" More mounting evidence for @nikkydash 's moss mouth Luz theory.

I see Lulu and Hootcipher have reached the "sharing a single brain cell" stage of their friendship.

So apple blood really is just booze, huh? And they serve it to children in schools? Damn, the Demon Realm is hardcore.

Luz, no! You of all people should know not to split the party!

At least high fiving a dessicated corpse wasn't Luz's first instinct?

To quote Strong Bad: "Gross! I hate you! Gross! Gross! I hate you!"

I do love Eda's potion bandoleer. Very reminiscent of my artificer in D&D.

And nice to see Lilith's big sister instinct.

Backstory time!

Am I the only one who got film noir vibes from Eda's narration?

Boy, that curse does a number in the span of eight years, huh?

BABY KING HHEIKWKWJWHWG

So that's what happened to his horn!

Holy shit that's Dana voicing baby King, isn't it?!

I know Eda lied to King, but her telling the stories to King looks so cute.

Welp, that's heartbreaking.

Also, Alex Hirsch is a good voice actor, who knew? /s

"Is this what regret feels like? I HATE IT!" Future meme material.

Oh hi, guilty Luz. Haven't seen you in...*checks watch* five minutes.

King is so...shattered. 💔 (Bravo, Alex)

"Special delivery! P A I N"

I love everything about Hooty bazooka...Hootzooka!

Putting those invisibility glyphs to work. Very nice.

(Oh god I just realized that fanfic writers have been given a dangerous tool)

Hmm, maybe those "delusions of grandeur" weren't so delusional, after all...

Okay, creepy moon flesh thing, I hate you less now.

Ooh, future adventure hook!

Everyone looks so done with Hooty about that.

So that thing's name is Jean-Luc, huh. Bet I won't see any TNG references in the fandom. Nope. Not at all.

"All out of kisses." Amity will be so disappointed...

So. Many. Questions.

Final thing to note: this means King is only 8-9 years old, which means that younger sibling energy he gives off with Luz is justified.

Well, that was a great episode! Emotions and lore galore! I'm eager to meet Mama Clawthorne next week! Then again, considering what people have speculated about her, maybe I shouldn't be?

At any rate, I'll be chiming in once again next week!

#the owl house #king of demons #toh king #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #toh hooty #echoes of the past #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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gothighunicorntolerance · 3 years ago

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At last, my Big Bang fic!

When Roman and his friends go hiking, they expect to see some birds, some lizards, maybe a deer if they were lucky- not a hidden cave with a sleeping person inside, unable to be woken up by anyone. His friends decide to let the sleeping person stay put, but there’s some feeling Roman just can’t shake off. Red chapter one below, and the full fic on AO3, accompanied by amazing art by @littlebigmouse

taglist: @theimprobabledreamersworld @edupunkn00b @ts-storytime

AO3 link

art post

The tranquility of the forest was quickly interrupted by the banter of several people standing by a parked car, their faces illuminated by the pink-tinted full moon low on the horizon.

“Come at me, Mothman! I have a very juicy ass you would LOVE!”

“Remus, you IDIOT. Mothman lives in West Virginia!”

“Well what about the skunk ape, Virgil? Don't you want to see the Skunk Ape? SKUNK APE! SKUNK APE!” He chanted, his voice echoing in the parking lot.

“Remus, would you shut up?!” Roman shoved his brother. “We are actually going to try and find wildlife like deer and stuff, and that’s not going to happen if you keep shouting for cryptids to fuck you.”

The rest of the group sighed collectively at the antics of the twins, though Roman didn’t pay much attention to his friends’ groaning.

“Anyways,” Roman said louder than necessary. “Logan, you have the compass, right?”

“Of course. I also brought several yards of paracord, just in case. And also cereal bars, batteries, and water.”

“Thank you for being the responsible one,” Roman laughed. “Virgil, it’s your job to make sure that the entire state of Florida doesn’t find out that my brother is a monster fucker.”

Virgil groaned. “You know that’s going to be impossible.”

“Just punch him when you think he’s about to say something stupid.”

“Oh, like this?” Virgil smacked Remus in the arm.

“Ow!” Remus groaned.

“Well, I thought you were about to say something stupid.”

“Can we please just get on with our hiking-adventure-whatever you’re calling it?” Janus spoke up.

“Please.” Logan agreed.

“O-KAY! Into the woods!” Roman sang.

The five hikers walked down the small dirt path, the mud from last night’s storm splashing their ankles. The colors of the sunset were barely visible through the branches of the trees, which cast long shadows onto the ground and Roman still quietly humming all parts of the song by himself.

As Roman’s song ended, trailing off into the instrumental bits, Remus had finally shut up about various cryptids, and the only sounds were the squelching of mud sticking to their shoes and the occasional snap of a stick or crunch of a fallen leaf underfoot.

The May nights were cool and humid, so most days like this, Roman wore cheaper jeans and a hoodie that he was willing to throw away if it got too dirty or torn.

About half an hour into their adventure-hike, Logan silently passed around flashlights to everyone, which Roman gladly accepted. It had gotten dark quickly, to the point where Roman had been barely able to see his feet.

Suddenly, Virgil, who was in front, stopped.

“Deer,” he whispered, aiming his flashlight into the trees.

Roman followed the flashlight beam onto a huge buck, its pelt speckled with mud and antlers extending far beyond its ears.

“The inside spread is over twelve inches,” Logan whispered.

“That’s big, right?” Janus asked.

“Yes, it is. The largest recorded spread in the state of Florida was nineteen and a half inches.”

Roman knew that Remus was about to open his mouth and say something stupid, and apparently, so did Virgil, because Remus groaned again after he was hit in the shoulder, the rest of the group snickering.

The deer eventually ran away, and the group continued on until the dirt path ended.

“Hey, look at this!” Virgil waved the group over to where he was standing, shining his flashlight into a large opening in the side of a rockface.

Roman jogged over and looked into the cave- as far as the flashlight illuminated, he could see moss and other plants clinging to wet stone.

“I haven’t seen this before- I think I’d remember,” Janus commented.

“It must have been uncovered by erosion from the storm last night,” Logan added in.

“Let’s go in!” Roman and Remus said at the same time, grinning at each other. They might not agree on much, but when it came to deciding whether or not to explore a creepy-looking cave, the answer was always going to be yes.

“Don’t you think we should- never mind,” Virgil sighed as the twins started swinging their flashlights across the wet ground of the cave.

“Look at this!” Remus whisper-shouted to Roman, pointing out some kind of slime growing on a rock.

“That is disgusting, put it down or I’m not letting you in the car,” Roman said as Remus began to poke the slime.

Remus stuck his tongue out at his brother but reluctantly stopped poking the unfamiliar growth. Roman turned around to see that the rest of the group had followed them in.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Virgil asked worriedly. “I mean, this cave wasn’t here before, and we might be the first living things to step in here in maybe hundreds of years.”

“And this is how people find monster boyf- OW!” Virgil once again took it upon himself to hit Remus in the arm to stop him from talking about various cryptids in a non-child-friendly manner.

“Caves such as this one are particularly interesting because you never know what you might find- oh, look!” Logan pointed to another small opening at the back of the cave.

“I’m going to crawl through!” Roman declared after the group had spent a minute or so deciding what to do.

Roman got on his hands and knees and started to wedge himself through the opening, quite aware that he would likely have to put his clothes through more than one wash cycle to get the stains out. He bit down on the flashlight, illuminating what was in front of him, but only barely.

When there was finally room for Roman to stand, he turned and called through the opening, “I’m fine! You can come through, it’s safe!”

The second part of the cave was much wider than the first part, and Roman was able to stand without hunching over.

Swinging his flashlight across the ground, Roman suddenly gasped.

There was a man laying on the ground, hands folded across his chest, dressed in- were those robes?

“Guys…? You might want to see this…” Roman called out again, his voice shaking.

“Ro? Are you okay- HOLY SHIT!” Janus crawled through, his eyes wide with disbelief and perhaps a little fear.

Remus and Virgil came through next, Remus uncharacteristically silent, his mouth open in an ‘o.’

Logan was the last to crawl through, and he, like everyone else, stood silent, looking at the figure laying in the center of the cave, arms crossed over their chest and wings spread out- Roman rubbed his eyes. This couldn’t be real- he couldn’t have found some guy in a cave that hadn’t been touched in years!

Maybe they had gotten drunk or something and put on a very realistic-looking cosplay and then ran through the woods? Remus had done odder things, so it couldn’t be completely ruled out.

Janus slowly walked up to the figure, stepping over the silken blue robes and putting his hand on their neck, careful not to knock off the wire framed glasses.

“There’s a pulse, but it’s really faint.” Janus announced to the group. “They’re definitely not dead.” The hikers stepped closer to the sleeping person, forming a circle around them but careful to not touch the giant gray bird wings sprouting from their back. Roman noticed a strand of curly brown hair had fallen into their eyes, and resisted the urge to reach out and tuck the strand of hair behind their ear.

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke up. “Should we… try to wake them up? I mean, what else should we do?”

Roman was careful not to touch the sleeping person. Roman wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid there would be some kind of horror movie scene- where as soon as he got close enough, they would sit up and try to murder him. Or something like that.

Logan crouched and tapped his phone, and the default alarm sound echoed through the cave. The person didn’t stir.

Virgil stepped up next, unscrewing the cap of his water bottle and pouring the contents onto their face. “Seriously? Nothing?” Virgil muttered.

“Let me try,” Janus said, grabbing the person’s shoulder and shaking them.

“Alright,” Remus said, stepping forward and rolling up his sleeve. He looked up at Roman, grinning, before bringing his arm down to the person’s face and slapping them on the cheek. Roman cringed at the echo it created, but there was still no reaction from them.

“How the fuck did that not work?” Remus stared at the still-sleeping person.

“Heavy sleeper?” Roman suggested.

“Coma?”

“Dead?”

“Are we about to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved?”

“Underlying medical condition?”

“Alright, it’s your turn, Prince Charming. Go do a true love’s kiss on the guy. You never know,” Remus laughed.

“No way! I’m not touching that guy with my finger, let alone my mouth!” Roman protested as Remus tried to drag him over.

Another beat of silence passed before Virgil spoke up. “I think we should leave. This dude’s probably not okay, and I don’t want to have to call the police or paramedics. I don’t want to get involved in anything, whether this guy is just stoned or in a coma or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Roman said after a minute of consideration. “You’re right. I don’t want to get involved. We should just- I dunno, leave the guy here? Maybe check later to see if they’re okay? I mean, they’re not dead.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and soon crawled back out the way they came. Roman exited last, and couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at the sleeping figure. A small part of him wanted to stay behind, try and wake them up.

But Roman ignored that feeling and left the cave with the rest of his group.

Once the group srood back on the path, all a little shaken or confused from what they had just seen, Roman said, “let’s all just go back home. If we want to, we’ll come back next week or whenever to make sure the guy’s either okay or gone, but for now just leave it alone.”

Roman said the last part for himself, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that he was missing something. He shook his head and followed Logan and Janus, who had already started walking back to the parking lot through the wet grass and still-sticky mud. Even in the dim light, Roman could tell the two of them were holding hands. Roman opened his mouth to tease the two of them but thought better of it. They had all just seen something pretty weird in that cave (Roman was still trying to decide what he really saw), and Logan and Janus hadn’t announced that they were together, probably for the exact reason that Roman would tease them.

Oh well, there would be plenty of moments for teasing later. For now, Roman just focused on dragging his feet along the muddy path back to the car, though he kept glancing over his shoulder. He told himself that it was to keep an eye on Remus and Virgil and make sure they were still behind him, but the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something still lingered.

#Sanders sides #Thomas sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #ts storytime #Big Bang event #Sanders sides fic

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masquerain-with-a-mask · 2 years ago

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You have no idea how much energy it took for me to replace my current pinned message

Making an introduction post cause why not

So hi, my name is Sasha or Liévin, but you can call me Cake or Masquerain if you prefer, all four are fine.

Pronouns are they/moss/he/ey/dew/rain, you can use just one or multiple at a time I don't mind either but I do have a preference for they and moss.

I'm French. Baguette fromage.

I'm a minor and a self-taught artist, been drawing seriously for around 10 years but started drawing cats around 3 years ago.

I had the great idea of hyperfixating on Warriors and have an ashfur issue so yeah there's that

More stuff under the cut

Other account

@masquerains-twin-scars-au : Ask blog for my Dark Forest Ashfur AU, currently on hiatus, will come back at some point ; main tumblr account as in i created it first but it's actually a side

Links

Youtube : Noctanimation

Instagram : sasqh_alias_effectivement

Ao3 : SunfloraOrMaybeSasqh

Carrd : I eat raw sunflowers

Artfight : SasqhOrMaybeCake

Stuff you can find here

Antpelt lives AU : self-explanatory, you can find stuff about my Antpelt lives AU

Starstorm : au where Ashfur survived the battle of The Broken Code and was banished to the Dark Forest, therefore stripped of his power over the forest, years after the canon, as a result of the Starstorm (lore stuff), Ashfur (alongside with Bramblestar, Squirrelflight, Leafpool and Cloudtail) is reincarnated in ThunderClan while somehow keeping all his memories of his past life. All sort of stuff ensues.

Smokefur AU : random au i created for kicks and giggles while listening to the digital daggers where ashfur, after double dying in alitm, becomes a smoke cat (lore stuff) after escaping superhell (also lore stuff) and causes shit however he can in his current situation, bristlefrost - who's also double dead - has to catch him cause the other smoke cats don't feel like doing their job, she's not having fun.

Murphy's Law AU : Not a warriors au but a rottmnt au, basically, Donnie gets kidnapped by the Foot, they force him to work for them and nobody is happy

I am the storm that is approaching/Panic Room AU : Unwilling dimensional traveler 2012 Leo AU, I am the storm that is approaching is the fic, the Panic Room AU is the extended universe surrounding the fic, here's the link to the fic

Other tags I use that are not au related

Rambles : for when i say random shit

I have a tts brainrot : for when i'm tts posting

I'm city of blank posting : for when i'm city of blank posting

Self repost : i'm only reposting one post with this tag, for an experiment

I can cook apparently : baking is one of my passions, i post the stuff i bake sometimes

French posting : i'm french, sometimes i post in french

My terrible son : it's my ashfur tag, if i reblog anything ashfur-related, it's almost always with this tag

The wander cosplay (temporary tag) : i like wander over yonder to an almost unhealthy amount and am making a wander cosplay and i hope for it to be ready for my next con in February, as my goal of having it ready for my con in November was a failure, i like y'all so you'll get updates on it

I'm keeping this one : this tag is for me, it's just to avoid losing posts i like

#rambles #antpelt lives au #starstorm #pinned message #new pinned #alternate universe #smokefur au #i have a tts brainrot #i'm city of blank posting #self repost #i can cook apparently #french posting #my terrible son #the wander cosplay #i'm keeping this one #murphy's law au #panic room au

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bestnoncannonship · 4 years ago

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I'm drowning in the gender sandbox guys.

I am agender. At least....I think I am. It's the closest to what I'm feeling. In that I really do not have an attachment to any gender and cannot conceive how people identify with a gender. Like....they just FEEL a gender? All the time? No matter what they look like and what they're wearing they FEEL a gender?? Whaaaa??? Sounds hella fake but okay.

And now I'm gonna talk about that and my experience for a while, in a series of ways that's probably gonna get the gender and sexuality neo-puritans to come yell at me for not being ritually pure enough in the way I talk but.....I'm talking from my own brain, baby. This is the toolkit I'm packing right now and the world I live in and I just need to spit it out. Maybe see if it resonates with people who know more than me. I don't know. Help.

I didn't question being a woman for the longest time. I grew up in a rural area culturally dominated by "Christians" (Not Catholics. I was Catholic. That comes with a whole different set of religious traumas pre-installed. I mean the ScAaRy protestent and nondenom Christians.) You didn't question anything. Not an adults orders. Not authority. Certainly not straightness. Gender was biological. I'd never heard of a trans person. There were rumors of Gays™. For most of my life it was just "Gender is the meat suit you got stuck with, right? I got stuck with this meat suit so it's my gender, I guess." And when I finally left the middle-o-nowhere for Le Citè and I met some (mostly bianary) trans people I was like "OH! OKAY!! Having strong feelings about being in the wrong meat suit can make a gender!" And the non bianaries that I met were still playing on that bianary scale. The "bit of boths" and the "different genders for different days" varieties. They has strange attachments to genders. And the whole retoric of "Questioning your gender and feeling things about you gender is the indicator that you might be trans!!" Just furthered my feeling that I must just be female by default cause like.....I didn't question anything. I didn't think about gender. I had a COMPLETE lack of feelings about gender whatsoever and that was normal, right?? Just meat suit gender. I certainly didn't have a strong feeling about wanting to be the opposite: *gag* a man?? A straight white man? Nope! I have no desire to be a bianary man and frankly I find 99 percent of men and male culture traumatic. So I must just be meat-suit gender.

And yes, I wanted to scrape my breasts and hips and thighs off with a cheese grater. But I wrote that off as a symptom of having started putting a finger down my throat after meals when I was 6 and having a family that forced hour upon hour exercise with their thighs and tummies wrapped in saran wrap and sang "I don't love her! She's too fat for me!" to a literal toddler and put that same toddler in oversized clothes to hide the healthy baby squish that toddlers HAVE. OF COURSE I wanted to die when my breasts grew in and my hips and thighs filled out. They were evil fat deposits. And they meant nothing but unwanted attention from yucky men. (Lesbianism to be discovered some 15 years later. My comphets we're almost as bad as my compgenders.) It had nothing to do with gender. Gender is just the meat suit ....and I already hated the meat suit by the time I had breast buds, they just enhanced a disgust that I thought was normal by then. Everyone kind of hates their meat suit, right?? Yes I wanted to look like men sometimes.....but they were skinny heroin chic men. I also wanted to look like kate moss. I wanted to look like a sideways door but my family is Italian and we have hips and thighs. It's just the meat suit I was assigned. Just have to learn to deal with it and dress it in the way that it looks most socially acceptable and get on with life. And my meat suit had a very gendered look, even in the deepest throws of my illness. "All woman." "The curves of a real woman." So that was just the hand I was dealt. Like having a hard to match foundation undertone. You don't gotta like it, it's just reality. Yes, I wanted to wear nothing but waistcoats and gay vampire clothes but they weren't cut for my body type so *shrug*.

Did I start to have way too much fun cosplaying and embodying male characters? Yes. But that was just identifying with characters. I'd always identified with characters. Did I still distinctly identify with the character's gender, even when I femmed the costume to avoid the hellish pain of binding? Yes. Did it make me feel weird when people referred to my Thor as a woman, even though it was technically a femme? Yes. But that was just feminism. Heroes don't need to be called girl heroes. No gender issues here!! Besides it's not weird in fandom circles to stongly identify with people across gender lines. The fact that I found the gendernope option if there was one available in the fandom and *attached* was surely just coincidental. Right??

Did I absolutely loose my mcfreaking mind when the gyno started talking about having to take my uterus away because the amount of blood it was loosing was doing irreparable harm to my body? Yes. My gender is my meat suit. When you take it away....what am I???? A *gag* man??? Nothing at all?? Am I still even human?? If I am not *gag* male and you take away the female part of the meat suit am I an aphid? A plant? A chair? But I was comforted by a chorus of voices saying "No!! You're a WOMAN. Infertility doesn't make you not a woman! You still have a woman's body!! Because you're a woman!!! Just look at you in your skirts and with your long hair!! You're a woman!!!" So.....still a woman, I guess. Because I still LOOKED like one. Gender = the PRESENTATION of the meat suit. That made sense. The structure of my meat suit made me limited to woman-presentation. So I was woman.

Then, it was the stupidest thing, I was talking to the other half of my life on the 4/5 train on the way to a friend's house about HER issues with gender presentation and the amount of attention to detail it takes to be socially acceptable as female and she said "You just know you're a girl. Like if they just picked you up and put you in a robot body you'd be a girl?" And I was like "......no? I'd be a robot?????" "But you'd still feel like a girl???" "No.....I'd feel like a ROBOT." "BUT you'd still like hear she/her and identify with those???" "No. I'd probably identify more with It/it's because that's what I'd be. A ROBOT!" And she's like "But what if your brain got transplanted into a boy body???" "Then I'd be a boy." "But what would you feel like?" "A BOY?" "Okay but what if you had a very neutral body with like no genitals? What would you feel like then??" "I mean....then it would depend on how I'm dressed. I'd feel like what I was dressed like." And we went around like this till she surmised that my entire relationship to gender was basically "You are what you look like." Which is apparently NOT how people relate to their own gender. They "feel" it somehow?? (I genuinely thought "FEELING" like a gender was what made trans people.) I feel nothing. I identify with a lot of things and ZERO of them are a gender. I thought that was normal. I thought that was the default. Apparently it's not. And then if you ask me what I want to be.....I can't answer. I really don't want to be a gender. I guess I want to be able to put different genders on at my will, like outfits, for societal convenience. But I don't "identify" with any of them. Hell, I have sweaters I identify with more than any particular gender. But there aren't really systems in place for describing and portraying that.

Gender.exe was not installed.

I did a lot of research. Agender felt closest. I actually felt closest to a Good Omens meme about Aziraphale describing his gender as "No, thank you!" That's what I feel like. But all the agender folks were vibing that moment. So I joined 'em. I am aware that puts me under the trans umbrella, but I don't really identify with that word. I don't feel like there's any transition. Any changing. Can't change what was never there. Also I feel like it's for people who....CAN present as their gender. I would be seen as an invader in those spaces. Its not bad enough to justify being in those spaces. I can live with being gendered. I just don't have one.

In the society we live in one cannot present as "not a gender". Someone with MY body definitely cannot present as "not a gender". The clothes that they make in size "giant human with planet tits" are agressively gendered. And even in a binder.....they're still REALLY there. (Yes, a reduction is desirable but I don't have reduction money.....and you can't reduce the fact that I'm the bowl shaped robust extreme female hipbone they use in Forensic Anthropology textbooks.) It is what it is. My body will always be perceived the way it's perceived. And frankly a lot of what we perceive as genderless is just "skinny body in masc style with short hair and makeup". That's not really want I want. I don't want to cut off my hair. It's my one really good feature and I've worked hard to grow out these Valkyrie worthy lengths. Mens clothes are so limiting. And there are no gender: no thank you clothes. (One well meaning friend kept trying to send me "genderless" clothes......but it was all rail thin afabs in mens clothes with short hair and heavy makeup. That's not looking genderless. That's just being skinny.) Gender no thank you presentation is very tied to short hair and thin bodies. So I've accepted that I don't get to play in the gender sandbox outside of the privacy of my own mind. It's a societal flaw. But whatever.

But pronouns are starting to really bother me. Everyone is so into them and identifying with them. And like.....I don't get it. I don't get the joy. I don't think I've found the one. Like.....I'm used to she. I will always be read as she. I will always be Miss and Ma'am in stores and restraunts. So I just kind of roll with it. I don't hate it. I don't like it. It's just a thing that I have to have to exist in society. Like a social security number. I actually think I identify with my social security number more. There's no point in making myself uncomfortable with something that's just going to be a part of my life. And I don't want to be the kind of person who expects people to address me by a pronoun they can't see and aren't used to. It's too much to ask of the average citizen of a gendered society to go through that much gender theory for just me. So "she" is an inevitable part of my life. And He....well ......I don't hate it. I dont like it. It's just there. I certainly don't get called it. And I'm not capable of presenting it well enough for this to be relevant. Now they......fuck I HATE they. I hate that it's the acceptable pronoun for anyone not bianary male or female. It just rubs me the wrong way. When people refer to me as they, I feel like they're referring to me and the host of mental illnesses I carry around and you don't have permission to address those troops thank you very much. They causes a genuine squick. But it's kinda the only widely acceptable option. I kinda like "it". I VIBE with it. It feels good. Unfortunately the people in my life have a certain reluctance about calling me it as they believe that happy vibe around a traditionally dehumanizing pronoun may be a trauma symptom. They might be right so I'm tabling "it" till I find a good therapist. Also...I cannot ask strangers to call me it. I don't have the confidence it takes to explain why and I frankly don't want to be faced with the criticism and questions I would face because I am unable to make my body be perceived as Nonbinary. I don't have the confidence or conviction to face that every day forever. Ditto neopronouns. I also haven't found one that I vibe with at all yet.

And queer labels get harder when you pull away from gender entirely. Like ... I am a Lesbian. I am solely attracted to women. But now I'm getting a lot of "You can't be a lesbian if you don't have a gender!!!" And like ...can I??? I like being a lesbian. It feels right. It conveys what I want it to convey. I like the exclusion of men entirely, after being taught to structure my life around men. I have a kinship with womanhood. It's where I was raised. It's how people see me. I just don't identify with it. It's not how I see myself. I guess that can kind of exclude me from the label? All of our terms are defined by being attracted to "your own gender" or "the opposite gender" or "both your own gender and other genders" and like ... I don't have a gender. And the opposite of nothing is....?? Fuck if I know? So what term am I allowed to use? I love queer for exactly this reason. But it just doesn't have the same clarity that lesbian does.

So I'm just kind of in a hole rn. Grappling with the fact that I really don't have a gender in a gendered world, and dealing with the fact that so much of our understanding and acceptance of gender is about presentation, a door closed to my body. I don't have the confidence or the spoons or the knowledge or the experience to fight this fight. The path of least resistance is sticking my head back into the sand and going with straightforward womanhood....but now it feels like I'm lying. I feel like an intruder in woman's spaces. And I can't go in men's spaces, they see me as....well...a woman. Lesser.

Someone out there who's better at the genders please help.

#agender #gender crisis #gender identity #gender problems #pronouns #nonbinary #enby #nb #non bianry #agender lesbian #nonbinary lesbian

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johannesviii · 4 years ago

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A Useless Post Rating the Preppers From Death Stranding

Because I can and I will. I got super attached to some of these bunches of pixels while playing, and I want to share my useless and extra subjective opinions

No plot-related spoilers. This is only listing the Preppers and not any Bridges employee from the various cities and facilities. No reasonable individuals to be found here, only strange people living in bunkers, baby

Let’s go

The Ludens Fan

Shelter placement: On a mountain, right between a Timefall zone and MULE territory, and not on any obvious delivery route. Not great. The view is super nice, though. 6/10

Prepper: A cinnamon roll who believes the world will be saved by fandoms and games. Always happy to see you. Gets super excited when you find old figurines for him. Sends lost stuff to people he doesn’t even know. Has toy dinosaurs.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: He is a Friend. 9/10

The Musician

Shelter placement: Hidden behind a little cliff, on a mountain, in a patch of nice fresh moss, next to a cool waterfall, overlooking the whole valley. Not on any delivery route whatsoever but come on. This guy is living the dream. 10/10

Prepper: Talks to you as if he’s known you since highschool. Has an emo haircut. Very passionate about rock albums from the “beginning of the 21st century” so I’m assuming he’s a fellow MCR fan. The walls of his shelter are covered in vinyls. Wants to create and share the music of the future for free. Streams his concerts on the chiral network.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A harmonica. You can play it. I’m in love

Opinion while playing: Hell yeah what a cool dude 10/10

The Engineer

Shelter placement: In plain view right next to a huge road and two MULE territories. Dude didn’t even try to hide and his packages are stolen all the time. At least the weather is nice? 3/10

Prepper: Has spent his entire life inside of this bunker since birth. Polite and a bit shy. Has a friendly smile. Judging by the amount of alcohol we deliver to him, feels lonely. Sometimes you’ll find gallons of lube with his name on it and he’ll refuse to give any kind of explanation and to be fair the guy probably uses it for all his mechanical inventions. But deep down, we know.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Upgrades for the Power Skeleton. You know you want them.

Opinion while playing: Another Friend. I will judge him silently every time I have to bring him his lost lube though. 9/10

The Craftsman

Shelter placement: Next to a huge road on a plain ravaged by Timefall, between two MULE territories and a voidout crater choke-full of BTs. Can potentially see the nightmarish ruins of a roadside factory and a traffic jam where everyone clearly got killed. I don’t know if I hate it or respect the shit out of it. 2/10

Prepper: Suspicious of us. Sends us on a suicide mission to fetch old equipment in a terrifying place. Hates Fragile, so we can’t be friends. Likes to fix broken watches, apparently. A lot of his lost packages seem to be special reinforced underwear. I’m curious but also I don’t want to pry.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Custom hematic grenades. Can’t live without them.

Opinion while playing: A suspicious little shit and I don’t trust him but he’s still a good ally. 5/10

The Elder

Shelter placement: On a majestic plateau in the middle of the region, overlooking everything. Not on any obvious route, which is a problem, but also away from danger, Timefall and MULEs. A green little patch of heaven. 9/10

Prepper: Old and kind but takes no shit from anybody. All of his emails are like “anyway, f█ck the government and f█ck this country” and I’m living for it. Will give away old photo albums, books and games predating the Death Stranding, in hope they can be shared with other people and their kids. Wholesome as hell.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: The most valid boomer you will ever see. My adoptive grandfather and I must protect him at all costs. 10/10

Peter Englert

Shelter placement: Not on any obvious delivery route but right next to Lake Knot City on a plain ravaged by Timefall. You can see Middle Knot City’s crater from there. Not a bad spot, but also no good vibes whatsoever. 6/10

Prepper: Never at home, has no hologram and keeps finding terrible excuses not to be there, which is rude. Possibly imaginary friends and relatives. Writes extremely long and well-spoken, obsequious, smarmy emails to you and you’ll receive them at the worst possible moments, like he just knows. Only interested in pizza, and you.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Hope you like high quality guns, and very disturbing journal entries.

Opinion while playing: Was literally calling him my nemesis even BEFORE learning anything about the guy. The best and the worst prepper at the same time. Go f█ck yourself, dude, I love you. Pizza/10

The Timefall Farmer and the Environmental Scientist

Shelter placement: Right next to a huge MULE territory. There’s the Tar Belt in the distance and no city, road or friends for miles. Very awkward. 4/10

Preppers: Planned to study the effects of Timefall on plants and became farmers instead. They are not enjoying it one bit and you’re under the impression they occasionally get on each other’s nerves even though they’ve been colleagues for years. The concept of their farm is a fantastic bit of worldbuilding, though, but they are a bit bland themselves.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A goose hologram. I need it

Opinion while playing: They’re super nice but their general weariness is too contagious for comfort. 4/10

The Film Director

Shelter placement: In the middle of jagged rocks, reasonably far away from local MULEs and Timefall, but also from any kind of road or decent delivery route. The ground is a poisonous reddish brown with occasional smoke. Ominous. 5/10

Prepper: Really worried about ancient media getting lost and forgotten, and will do anything to save old movies from oblivion. Trusts you instantly. Is always surprised you brought something for him, or just thought about him, and it’s heartwarming to see. Geeks about things he likes in your emails when he isn’t low-key flirting with you. Has the most epic beard you will ever see in your life.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A rock hologram. Uh?

Opinion while playing: Came for the geeking, stayed for the flirting 8/10

The Collector

Shelter placement: Inside a cavern two-thirds up a vertical rock face in a canyon slap bang in the middle of MULE territory. Invisible from ground level, and invisible from the bottom of the canyon. The MULEs live literally next door and don’t even know the guy is there. No chill whatsoever. Incredible. What a king. 10/10

Prepper: Shaped like a friend. Loves videogames and loves geeking about them. Fascinated by pre-Stranding press like “people were buying newspapers? On real paper?? :O”. Really wants you to read his emails because he’s got nobody to share his special interests with. Wants to write about your adventures to inspire other people. Occasionally you’ll find a lost package with a vintage playstation and you know it’s for him even without looking at the name on the tag.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A backpack cover to protect your stuff from Timefall?? holy shit?

Opinion while playing: We have no choice but to stan. 9/10

The Junk Dealer

Shelter placement: On a heavily polluted, rust-colored hill in the middle of a scrapyard full of broken down cars, overlooking both MULE and BT territory AND some f█cking terrifying ruins on all sides. It’s metal as shit, but also, the dude’s got a death wish. 3/10

Prepper: Tries to emotionally blackmail us with videos of his supposedly dead girlfriend. Very rude. Sends us on a suicide mission in BT territory to look for junk just for a laugh. Is such a piece of shit he got divorced by a woman who was willing to be carried under heavy Timefall through a horde of BTs to see him. Killed his girlfriend’s parents and didn’t tell her.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Upgrades for the Speed skeleton, and also chiral ladders, which are both life-saving, and I hate the fact that I need those so much.

Opinion while playing: A piece of shit and a terrible human being. Go sit on some rusty metal in BT territory, my dude. 1/10

The Chiral Artist and her Mother

Shelter placement: Overlooking a bottomless lake of tar and depressing ruins plagued by Timefall, far from civilisation but also far from trouble. Depressing, but safe. 6/10

Preppers: A little ray of sunshine. Capable of planning a journey on foot while avoiding Timefall and BTs after having done the trip exactly once (1) and on our back, which makes her one of the bravest Preppers we ever meet. Talented as hell with chiralium. Very awkward speech patterns and elocution which I always find relatable. Makes extremely bad choices regarding her love life. Will send you likes in a cringy but cute way. I don’t really trust her adoptive mother too much but she seems to be friends with the Cosplayer and any friend of the Cosplayer is my friend.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Chiral boots. Literally the most useful thing anyone anywhere gave me in this game. No matter how far I am from her and her mom I will backtrack to get some brand new chiral boots from her every time I need them. They are that good

Opinion while playing: I love her but she’s making extremely bad life choices and it’s giving me mild anxiety 8/10

The Cosplayer and the Wandering MC

Shelter placement: At the very bottom of a long, narrow canyon plagued by Timefall, inside a vertical hole in the ground. How they haven’t both drowned yet is beyond me. This is the worst idea ever. 1/10

Prepper: Both of them are always super excited to see you. Trade a ton of art and crafts supplies back and forth with everyone in the region. Organised a goddamn post-apo cosplay convention through the chiral network. She considers cosplay to be ‘the art of transformation’, and he’s a big fan of you, and also otters. Otter facts. Dad Jokes to the max. Legends only

Will I get something nice if I help them: Backpack custom options. And the otter hood. Come on. Who doesn’t want to look like an otter. According to the MC it was “threaded and triple stitched by [his] cosplay partner using silk”. I don’t deserve this gift

Opinion while playing: Just because it’s the apocalypse doesn’t mean you can’t look and feel your best 10/10

The Doctor and the Medical Device Engineer

Shelter placement: Overlooking a little river in the mountains, right before the snow starts. Extremely close to Mountain Knot City. Practical and beautiful. Lovely spot. 8/10

Preppers: She invented and crafted a medical terminal that allows doctors to examine patients remotely through the network, and distributed it for free. He’s sitting on years of medical knowledge and stockpiles of meds, and also sharing both with everyone. Got married because they admired each other so much and shared a common hatred of the lack of medical assistance post-Stranding. Two absolute angels. We don’t deserve them

Will I get something nice if I help them: Custom blood bags. A must during boss fights.

Opinion while playing: A bit too serious, but mad respect. 7/10

The Photographer

Shelter placement: In the mountains, in the middle of nowhere, overlooking the valley, but away from everything and everyone, next to BT territory and daaaangerously close to the biggest Demens camp in the entire country. Who told you this was a good idea. 4/10

Prepper: The walls of her shelter are decorated with photos of beautiful landscapes. Friendly but takes no shit. Constantly trying to go out to take pictures of cool places and weird paleoart and stuff even though there’s a whole gang of terrorists outside firing live ammo at anyone on sight. Her cameras get stolen all the time, and yet she keeps doing it again and again. Judging by one delivery she sent to Mountain Knot City, she even has footage of Edge Knot City. You know. The unreachable nightmarish place beyond the f█cking Tar Belt. HOW

Will I get something nice if I help them: Guns because she clearly has no chill

Opinion while playing: This woman has more nerves in her left pinky than I have in my entire f█cking body. We stan a queen 9/10

The Novelist’s Son

Shelter placement: In a vast, beautiful green plain full of rivers and lakes, kind of in the middle of nowhere but also at a safe distance of the Demens territory. It’s painted the same green as the rest of the plain, which is a stroke of genius. 8/10

Prepper: Considering his title and the fact that the walls of his shelter are full of bookshelves, I expected a pretentious writer of sorts. But no. He doesn’t write. He’s just a soft boy who wants to save the world with plants. Will make sure you read his emails because he’s very passionate about gardening, gourds and mythology, and wants to talk about it with everyone. Too good for this world, too pure.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Special cryptobiotes! Pretty cool. I want to save some for Fragile

Opinion while playing: I love him I love thinking about him 10/10

The Roboticist

Shelter placement: High in the mountains, but in some sort of hollow, surrounded by snow and rocks on all sides. There’s also a nice hot spring nearby. Feels strangely safe and pleasant for such an isolated spot. 7/10

Prepper: Super approachable and quite friendly. Clearly a genius considering how good the all-terrain skeleton is. The stuff she’s looking for goes from stuff for her projects to a plush for her kid or a vintage coffee machine. Her emails, meanwhile, are shit-your-pants terrifying, like her wondering if machines should replace humans, or pranking you by pretending she was dead the whole time and her hologram is an IA. Thank you for the heart attack.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Upgrades for the all-terrain skeleton, hell yeah baby

Opinion while playing: I’m very conflicted because her emails are scary as shit but if she stepped on my face I’d say “thank you” 8/10

The Mountaineer and the Mountain Guide

Shelter placement: On top of a mountain but in a relatively flat and safe area, very isolated but also far from Beached Things, with good visibility. There’s logic to the madness. 6/10

Preppers: Initially in panic mode due to a medical emergency. Tough outside, but soft inside. He gives you precious advice about whiteouts and how to deal with them and stay alive in the mountains. We don’t know much about her, except she used to explore the mountains using chiral climbing anchors. Just speculation but I’m under the impression they met one day on a super dangerous expedition and ended together because they were both tough as nails, or maybe because they saved each other. Their kid is going to be unstoppable.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Chiral climbing anchors.

Opinion while playing: Wholesome couple of adventurers. A bit bland, but in a good way 7/10

The Spiritualist

Shelter placement: On a mountain peak in the middle of a whiteout area, but sometimes the weather can be decent and the view pretty nice, if you squint. Getting there feels like a test to join a secret cult and I don’t like that one bit. 3/10

Prepper: Twin sister of the Cosplayer, but gives off a very different vibe, like some sort of white suburban mom who’s discovering new age stuff. Has a very mystical approach to this whole apocalypse thing but seems to be wayyy too much into it for comfort. Really wants to see the Beach and tries to do so through meditation. We can receive chemicals from her. I do NOT want to know what’s in there.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A RACCOON HOLOGRAM?? I LOVE IT

Opinion while playing: Harmless but she scares me. 3/10

The First Prepper

Shelter placement: On a nearly inaccessible mountain peak battered by snow storms. The slope is so dangerous I straight up died once while walking on it. Absolutely nothing for miles and no visibility. That’s not a shelter, that’s a coffin. 1/10

Prepper: Apparently his family has lived in shelters ever since the beginning of the Cold War, then decided to stay there in case the world would end in the year 2000, then because of the Bush era, and long story short the guy is like “I did it before it was cool” and he’s literally gatekeeping other Preppers and calling them amateurs. Tries really hard to convince us to stop helping people and get our own shelter. At least he admits self-sufficiency is a mirage in the end, which is more than I expected from this clown.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A hat, and a wolf hologram

Opinion while playing: When the nicest thing I have to say about a Prepper is “well they’re not hurting anybody”, you know it’s bad. What a jerk 2/10

The Evo-Devo Biologist

Shelter placement: On an isolated snow slope away from civilisation, overlooking ruins and geysers in the distance. Not far from BT territory and terrorists, but still at a reasonable distance. Next to a hot spring. The view is majestic as f█ck. 9/10

Prepper: Looks strict and gives off severe teacher vibes, but you’re under the impression that’s purely because she hasn’t seen or talked to another human being in years. Polite but distant. Thinks the sixth mass extinction is a golden opportunity for science, and inevitable, and that we should study the shit out of it even if we end up dying. She’s not wrong exactly but also, yikes

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: I genuinely have no idea. An enigma. 5/10

The Geologist

Shelter placement: High in the mountains on a desolate snowy slope, completely isolated from everything. I think I’ve seen a movie about that kind of place once, except it was a hotel. 2/10

Prepper: The first package we bring to him is a shipment of meds to fight chiral contamination. No more nightmares or suicidal thoughts after that, so he’s ok. Also he’s obsessed with Heartman to the point you wonder if he’s got a crush on him, belittles himself and his work constantly, and also thinks saving the world is a waste of time and effort. No no he’s still ok, he swears. But yeah uh. Dude is clearly one small step away from blowing a fuse and going full Demens, we need to sit down and talk about your problems my friend

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: I like him but he worries me a lot and I’m a bit scared for him 7/10

The Paleontologist

Shelter placement: In a little valley in the mountains, where grass and snow meet, miles away from civilisation and roads, but also miles away from problems. If there wasn’t this pit full of toxic gas literally next door, this would be perfect. 8/10

Prepper: Likes to complain about everything and everyone. A bit rude but more in a familiar way than an unpleasant way. Extremely passionate about fossils and prehistoric stuff and gets super excited about ammonites in particular. Mentions exploring a place full of toxic gas without any kind of protection just to fetch some neat rocks once, so we both clearly have the same level of survival instincts when our special interests are involved.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really, unless you count level 2 Hematic Grenades

Opinion while playing: Relatable as shit. I feel like I’d be this guy if I existed in this game’s world. 9/10

The Veteran Porter

Shelter placement: Nowhere Man lives on a very abrupt slope full of rocks in the middle of Nowhereburg, Nowhere State, Nowherica. You get the feeling he knows the region like the back of his hand and picked that spot exactly for that reason and frankly, I have to respect that. 7/10

Prepper: Ex-Porter with a damaged spine. A retired adventurer, exhausted after carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Higgs used to be his boss back when he was still working at Fragile Express so the dude has massive trust issues now and I won’t argue with that. Initially suspicious of us and Bridges, for good reasons. Every time I found a super isolated bunker signed under Fragile Express I was like “woah their employees were hardcore to find all these places that Bridges couldn’t find”, and he’s one of these guys, and I get it now. And he’s tired. So tired. A whole mood.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: Unlike the First Prepper I respect the shit out of him and I want him to enjoy his well-earned retirement 8/10

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I really should have known better. It was the day AFTER Nightmare Night. Morgan and I were out strolling around, looking at the remaining decorations and assorted minor pranks that had been played.

Sawnax's Lumber Yard office had got it by at least two or three pranksters. It was covered in ribbons of cheap toilet paper and the windows had been painted over with egg whites and liberally dusted with dirt. It was understandable, if not really excusable. He was always too cheap to put out a Foal Bowl.

Passing Caramel Treat's Sweets, we saw that Ponyville's genuine werewolf was still in the form of the gigantic Everfree Ridgeback Wolf that was her when she was not a pony. Smiling, she was passing out treats to any who were still in costume.

A good many foals knew of her habit and were lined up, chanting, “Nightmare Night has passed away! Now it is Nightmare Day! Please give us something sweet to bite, to celebrate the daylight!”

She was happily giving treats out and posing for pictures with the assorted little ghouls, alicorns, very phony deer, liches, and witches.

We watched for a little and went on our way.

It was not long before we were passing the shoulder high stone wall of the Ponyville Cemetery. We found a perfectly lovely and unusual gray mare staring at us, over the wall. She smiled, keeping her lips shut, and said with mild humor, “So, looking over the wall between life and death?”

“Sort of,” Morgan replied. “Canbe and I are out looking at all of the assorted pranks that have been pulled, that's all.”

She kept pace with us, she on the inside, and we out. Her head swayed in a sort of undulating way, instead of bobbing a little, like a pony's usually does.

She offered, “Are you just looking, or are you doing anything to help fix the pranks? I am not sure why, but some ponies think that it is fun to mess up the graveyard. Do they think that they will disturb the rest of those who have passed beyond life or are they trying to upset the living by knocking over or wrecking grave markers?”

Actually looking across the wall, at something besides the lovely mare's head and shapely neck, I commented, “I don't see any damage here. What happened?”

Sadly, she replied, “You can't see it from here. There is a really ancient part of the cemetery. Nopony knows how old it is. It is far older than Ponyville. It has crypts, tombs, mausoleums and markers that nopony around here now knows how to read. It is over the hill, there, where those big trees show their tops.”

She pointed to an area that I had never paid attention to before.

I sort of shook my head in surprise. “I did not even know that those trees were in the cemetery! Old stones that nobody can read? That sounds really neat, actually. If I come to help you, would you mind if I made some rubbings of those stones? Maybe a scholar like Twilight Sparkle could read them.”

The gray mare raised her eybrows in polite surprise. “That would be a true boon, if she could. So many old things are simply forgotten.”

Morgan snorted, “Never could figure out why anypony bothers with history! Basically, it is a pack of lies told by the winners to make them look better than they were!”

The gray mare gave Morgan a disturbed look. “That is partly true. The truth of what did happen can often be found out. It is the best understanding of the past that can serve to guide you and help you to avoid the mistakes that your ancestors made.”

Bitterly Morgan snapped back, “I was one of those 'mistakes' that somepony made! I was abandoned on the steps of the Ponyville Orphanage without even a note! I don't want to know who my mother or dad was!”

Morgan rudely turned his rump and stomped off.

The lovely gray mare turned to me and gave me a beseeching look. “Will you come to help us? We cannot undo the work of the vandals alone.”

I shrugged and opened the gate. Entering I offered, “Sure, why not? What is to fear now that it is broad daylight?”

The mare had hidden behind a large stone monument. She pointed a shapely foreleg and hoof skyward. “That is a common misconception. So long as the Moon of Nightmare remains in the sky, we can be abroad. That, I fear may tell you who you are coming to help.

“I will guarantee your safety if you do come to help us do what we cannot do ourselves alone.”

I paused to think over this development. “I will make you a small deal, my sweet pony. Show me yourself. If you are an undead, as you have said, and guarantee my safety, I will aid you as well as I can to fix what the vandals have damaged.”

She nodded gracefully and slithered out from behind the stone. Her body, from the navel back, was that of a huge serpent. “As you can see, I am a Lamia. Had I not guaranteed your safety, I could easily crush and rend you. You may still leave and I will thank you for even considering giving aid to such as I.”

I kind of shivered all over but gamely offered, “Lead the way, my Lady Lamia. I am known as Canbe.”

She led me across the hill. If I remembered correctly, the back wall of the cemetery was down the hill only a little ways. Before we got to where the wall should be, I noticed that the Lamia cast no shadow from the light of the sun. She did, however, cast a shadow. It was from the light of the moon, still in the sky, though getting low.

We passed under the trees without coming to the cemetery wall. Long streamers of moss like stuff hung from branches that almost seemed to move of their own volition. The foliage of them was a far darker green than it had appeared when seen from the street in Ponyville. It almost looked black. That was when I noticed that nothing here, not even me, cast any shadow but one from the full Moon of Nightmare which was now at zenith, rather than nearly set.

I nearly fled when I noticed that. My promise held me.

I was led to a fallen obelisk about two or two and a half meters long. I saw the marks where it had been pried from its base. I pointed out, “I cannot lift this, it is too heavy for me.”

Several voices replied, “We can lift it if you will help us. Lay your mortal hooves on it and keep them on it until we have restored the stone to its place. This work takes the cooperation of both the mortal and those beyond.”

As I laid hooves to it, a little past the center, the stone was seized by hooves of several undead sorts. I did try to help with the lift, but it was the strength of those ponies who were long past the grave who actually did most of it. As the stone was properly replaced, the break appeared to simply vanish. The stone stood tall and proud again.

As we were walking to the next damaged monument, I stumbled on a fallen slab of stone. A simple grave stone. I paused and asked, “What about this one? It has fallen too.”

The Lamia looked back and replied, “True, it has. Time did that, not vandals. You agreed to help us to undo the vandalism. This goes past your agreement.”

I sort of surprised myself by replying, as I scraped at the moss grown stone to get a better grip, “Not quite so, my lady Lamia. Time is the greatest vandal of all. Let us set to rights all that we can. Even the simplest grave deserves to be remembered.”

The many undead here all looked at me thoughtfully and agreed, “What he wants to do goes beyond our agreement. We should do the same for him.” If appearance was any guide, faces that had not smiled since they died smiled in agreement.

As we were lifting the stone back up to standing in a well dug socket hole, one of the liches actually shed a tear. He stated, “This stone and grave are mine. Thank you, Mortal.”

I think that the others were astounded when I held his apparently rotting body and said, “You are welcome. Now I am doubly glad that we did it for you.”

We all went on, from grave to crypt to mausoleum fixing and setting things to rights. If I could touch even so much as a rotting bit of an ancient oaken and iron bound door, some one among them was able to make it whole again. We even did the same for the decayed remains of coffins in the ancient crypts.

It did take a long time to do. I was bone tired at the end of our labor. Not hungry. Not thirsty. Proud. The ancient necropolis was now well tended and all was as it ought to be.

I looked up. The Moon of Nightmare was unchanged in the sky. It was still at its zenith.

My lovely Lamia saw my glance and spoke softly, “Our lives spring from and are ruled by Her. The Princess of the Night. We may be of the Nightmare Realm but our Ruler is not without compassion.

“We did notice something about you as you helped us to restore our ancient homes. Not only did you not shrink from us, going so far as to give comfort and share happiness with a zombie, you appear to like us. Is that true?”

That sort of opened up my eyes. I had been getting along with these once living beings far better than I ever had with any living ponies. It just took Lamia's question to make me notice it!

I nodded sort of slowly as it sank in. “That is true, my lovely Lamia. If there was some way to stay with you, my friends, and keep this gift of helping you all, I would have no desire to return to ponies who do not care about me at all.”

The Lamia stood up, supported by her elegantly coiled snake body and said softly, “My name, Canbe, is Flowering Ash. You have asked a boon of Our Princess of the Night and we in no way forced you to it or tricked it from you.

“Do you truly ask of Princess Luna, Ruler of the Night, Harbinger of Dreams and Sometimes the True Embodiment of All Nightmare, the boon to stay with us, keeping the ability to aid us in preserving our places of rest, our homes?”

I did not hesitate, “If it can be done, Flowering Ash, I do ask that boon of Princess Luna.”

There grew a shadow on the Moon of Nightmare overhead. Gliding down to a landing as silent as a dream was Princess Luna. She alighted before me and smiled.

“Canbe, I have favorably heard your request. You are a creature of the Day. A pony who grew up under the sway of my Sister, Celestia. Would you renounce her to fulfill your request?”

I thought carefully and she gave me the time to do it. “Princess Luna, you and your Sister Celestia are two parts of a whole. I had not heard that you two are in contest.”

I gathered the lovely Flowering Ash on one side and the zombie whose grave I had restored on the other into a hug. Still holding them, I went on, “Knowing that you two Sisters are not in contest, I will willingly do whatever is necessary to fulfill my request.”

Princess Luna bowed her horn to just touch my forelock. A fine wisp of midnight magic, shot through with stars flowed between us.

She straightened and proclaimed, “Canbe, as the subject of us both, Myself and my sister Celestia, you may stay here with your friends. Here, you will retain your Mortal Gift to aid them. Here, you will not age. Here, you will not hunger. Here, you will not thirst. When you do much, as with this night's labor, you will tire. A little rest will cure that.

“You may leave here and return at will but only through the Ponyville Cemetery. While you are away, you will age. While away, you will hunger. While away, you will thirst. While away, you will tire from labor as you always have.

“You have chosen more wisely than you know.”

With that, Princess Luna spread her huge wings and made a powerhouse of a downstroke. She flew up, seemingly to the Moon of Nightmare.

Luna alighted on a patio of the Palace of Canterlot and trotted into the Dining hall. There she found Princess Celestia happily munching on chocolate topped donuts.

Princess Celestia's snicker suddenly turned to a stricken look as she saw Luna's expression!

With a grin that showed her perfect teeth, Luna reported, “I WON!

“Canbe did NOT renounce me when he was put in with those Nightmares! Most interestingly, he chose to STAY with them but he was clever enough not to renounce YOU either!

“Now pay up!”

Luna hoofed over a substantially sized tray.

Glumly, Princess Celestia began to pile on tan topped pastries. She returned the tray to Luna with a sad, “Farewell, my butterscotch treats!”

~~THE END~~

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camomills · 4 years ago

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Title: Stars of Soot Relationships: Silica/Sinon Fandom: Sword Art Online Word Count: 3083 Summary: Sinon shows off GGO to Silica as a date, at Silica's request. As she experiences the different sensations of such a hardy world, Silica wonders why this world means so much to the other girl. Notes: Made for SAO Pride Week 2020 - Day 2: Stargazing. This one wasn't beta read because I was a bit pressed for time, so please forgive me for any glaring errors. It's been a while since I wrote Silica/Sinon! It was quite fun to revisit the ship. As per usual for me, this wound up as a weird mix of fluff and character study.

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The air in Gun Gale Online smells like gasoline and gunpowder, but Silica doesn’t mind… much. Not when she clings to Sinon’s back as they speed down the highway on a rental buggy, pigtails fluttering in the wind as her cheek finds rest in-between her girlfriend’s shoulder blades.

“I still can’t believe you want to try out this game,” Sinon says, the metallic hairpins on the sides of her face clinking lightly. She’s still not that used to driving, in the game or otherwise, so she keeps her eyes on the road instead of turning her head back as she talks. Vehicular collisions are not particularly romantic.

I just want to know what you see in it , Silica replies in her mind, raising her head.

She understands that, for all the time they spent together in ALO ’s fairy realm, that wasn’t Shino’s ‘world’, not in the way this place is. When she doesn’t bury herself in the curve of Sinon's back, the gas and soot is more apparent to all of her virtual senses, and even though it was her own proposition, she has to ask, why? Why choose colorless tiles and cracked pavement over the boundless hues of fantasy?

“I’d be lying if I said I… particularly get it,” Silica admits. “But this world is important to you, right?”

“Yeah,” Sinon replies. “ GGO might be an acquired taste, though. This game is gritty.”

She rolls her shoulders, leaning further back onto Silica.

Excluding Silica, Sinon has never been one for bubbly and cute, so GGO would always be a better fit for her. But this virtual world was made with inhospitality in mind, so not exactly the perfect dating spot. The fact that she’s here for one surprises her more than it does anyone else.

“Well,” Silica says, “good thing you’re here, then! Having a tour guide to show around should be a huge help.”

Sinon wheezes. “So I’m your tour guide, now?”

“Yes!” Silica proudly proclaims.

The sniper smirks. “Okay, then.”

Sinon twists the handlebars, and the bugey roars as it peels through the road. She can’t help but smile as Silica’s high-pitched yell reaches her ears, just barely audible over the revving of the engine.

The howling of gunfire can’t be heard as much within GGO ’s hub city, but the loud advertisements that echo from the bright signs serve as a fitting substitute, volume-wise.

Silica’s only knowledge of this game comes from watching Sinon and Kirito fight for their lives, real and virtual, through a tournament broadcast. The fact that Sinon still logs in daily to Gun Gale even after that incident would be odd to anyone other than people like the beast tamer and her friends, who are all VR addicts despite their time in Aincrad.

The two years in the floating castle, despite the pain it caused her, was where Silica grew the most. She’d never openly say that there’s a part of her that misses the days after the one year mark, when she’d settled into her reputation in those lower floors and tried to forget the outside world so much that she succeeded. None of her friends would. It’s a silent understanding and an untold promise; not to admit missing those days, so they don’t have to, either.

What does GGO, a medley of grit, greys and metal, mean to Sinon?

Their circumstances are different, but the scars they bear stain their skins in similar ways. The masks offered by virtual worlds, Silica knew, gave one the opportunity to confront themselves in ways one couldn’t anywhere else. There was something to the kind of place one chose to do so that Silica found important to know.

Sinon got to see New Aincrad, walk over the same plains wherein the beast tamer had met Pina, bask under the same electronic sunlight she experienced for two years.

It’s not fair if only one of them gets to do it, is it?

The sun sets while they stroll through the city, and Silica understands more of the acquired taste Sinon had mentioned. The approaching dusk was somewhat nice on itself, but the place was still a palette of monochrome then, all steel on sand, black on white. Once it’s officially night time in game, 6:00 PM sharp, however, everything changes. The dark of night makes the huge, floating billboards pop, neons of purple and blue scattered through the cyber landscape. The virtual city night lights become luminous streaks in her vision while they dash on the way here on the buggy, not unlike how she imagines speeding through one of Tokyo’s nightlife districts in a motorcycle would feel like. It’s movielike, but not fantastical or unreal, but maybe that’s the point; she doesn’t think she’d have the guts to go at such high speeds with her flesh-and-bone body, nor would Shino have the confidence Sinon presents.

There are things from real life that one can only do in a game like this.

***

They stop by an equipment shop at the center of the now-luminous city. Unlike the last time she was here with someone else, Sinon has no tournament sign-in to get to after shopping, so they can take their time.

Sinon is surprised when Silica picks an overall sensible combat outfit; a tactical green and black leather outfit with red accents, along with a dark, moss-colored poncho. We kind of match! Silica beams as she presents herself, pointing back and forth between her and Sinon’s outfit colors. She frames her face delicately and comically she does so, her eyes shining like a cartoon fawn’s. Sinon knows it’s on purpose, this over-the-top display of sweetness, but it makes her smile anyway.

Of course Silica found a way to make this cute.

It’s also cute, albeit in a different way, when Silica’s eyes look away from the armor section of the store and widen as she takes notice of a display of combat knives. They’re military-grade blades, absolutely indistinguishable from the real-world articles. Unlike just a moment ago, the shine in her eyes is unfeigned.

“Oh yeah, this game has these!” Silica exclaims.

Sinon turns to her with a quizzical look.

“... You’re interested in the knives?” That makes it two for two, the times she’s taken someone new here and they thoroughly ignored guns. Are all fantasy game players like this?

“Of course I do!” Silica exclaims, like it’s obvious. Her look all but says, I spent years fighting with daggers, remember?

Silica takes one of the knives from the demo display. It looks comically large in her hands, and yet it pales in comparison to the ones she’s grown used to in fantasy games. She spins the handle in-between her fingers, resting it on her knuckles. The hand flourish when she bumps the blade upwards, sending the knife spinning high, and then catches it from the air with her open palm is almost too fast to see. She gleefully changes the grip a few times before finally settling it in a simple reverse grip.

“They have such a better feel than those bulky daggers!” Silica exclaims in glee.

“ Impressive,” Sinon mutters under her breath. She can’t help but be hit with a sense of deja vu .

There’s a sensible distance one can gain when looking at someone brandishing a bright sword that looks more like a cosplay prop, or a fantasy dagger coated in filigrees. But there’s no distancing from seeing Silica, in all of her titanic five feet of height, doing knife tricks one would expect of a special forces soldier, or perhaps a movie greaser, when the blade is so realistic.

Sinon would be lying if she said she doesn’t find the display at least somewhat attractive.

Sinon heads over to a small menu in front of the knife section as she selects the same blade Silica had in hand. Soon after she goes through the proper transaction steps, holding Silica’s hand and laying it over the holographic display, one of the store robots scoots over to hand Silica her item.

Silica’s smile makes the credits Sinon spends all worth it.

… Is a knife a weird gift to give your girlfriend? Sinon thought, but that was a bridge already crossed. Then, she remembers the real reason they came here.

“I know you’re mostly here to look around, but you’ll still need some sort of main weapon if you’re to experience the game. Pick whatever gun you’d like to test out and we can go to a shooting range.”

****

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am absolutely serious!”

Instead of the shooting range, the two find themselves by a station near the edge of the city, connected to the game’s starter fields.

The vehicle’s mounted weapon protrudes from a hatch on top. Its long, steely frame glimmers as it reflects the sun’s harsh light. The heavy machine gun could be mistaken as some sort of cannon for the uninitiated in the ballistic arts, with its bulky, long barrel, but it’s a high-RPM, lightning-fast automatic weapon, nothing short of a reinforced harbinger of death.

“You said I could pick any weapon,” Silica reminded the other girl. “I’m picking this mounted gatling gun.”

Machine gun, actually, Sinon thought of correcting. Other than the regular shooting ranges in GGO, there were also training grounds for driving by the outskirts of the city, by the game’s starting area - it had been where Sinon had trained her bugey skills, in fact - but the knowledge of that, or of the existence of mounted weapons, is the sort of knowledge most newbies wouldn’t have.

Silica did her research for sure... and was probably planning this.

Sinon’s original plan was to simply show Silica around the game, so buying an expensive armored vehicle sounds unwise, especially when there’s only two people.

The sniper squints her eyes at the shorter girl. Noticing Sinon’s glare, Silica fans her eyelashes pleadingly, and Sinon’s resolve falters.

… I guess I was thinking of getting everyone else to convert and help me out, anyway?

“... Fine,” Sinon concedes. “But you better help me convince everyone else to hop on here for the PKer problem, then.”

Silica immediately jumps in excitement. The humvee’s engine purrs to life as Sinon turns the engine key, and the newbie gunner excitedly hops to the top hatch.

*****

Silica is small, but she doesn’t feel so when she holds onto the trigger in the huge weapon’s handlebars, the generated mobs in the starting fields shattering into red sparks. She loudly laughs in excitement as the high speed vehicle traverses the shifting sands.

The ride is a feeling unlike her other experiences with virtual worlds. It might be due to what Sinon earlier described as a “commitment to grittiness,” but the game still replicates hints of discomfort; her small frame vibrates from the gun’s recoil, her fingertips feel a bit too warm, and she has to ask Sinon to stop every so often because of dizziness.

It’s annoying at first, but it grows on her.

Silica wonders if this is part of what draws Sinon to this world.

******

Silica finds the pink hue that covers GGO ’s desert sands endearing.

She gets a good vantage point to admire the landscape as she’s wrapped in one of Sinon’s arms and they zip up a rocky structure. The grappling hook’s line is taut with their combined weight.

Despite the pleasure found in their proximity, as her hand holds Silica’s body close to her by the waist, Sinon does so primarily out of practicality, as Silica doesn’t possess a grappling hook of her own.

Silica, however, finds herself smitten by the situation. Being carried in the arms of a cool girl as she takes in the sights of a foreign world, the warmth of her body providing solace in the cold, simulated night, is a scene befitting a dream she’d have long ago if she’d known she liked girls sooner.

Silica sighs in disappointment as they reach the summit, going from dream to simulated reality. As she looks at Sinon, she’s glad this reality, virtual as it is, is still dreamy aplenty.

The plateau atop the rock formations, where monsters couldn’t reach, was the perfect stargazing spot. It allows them to wind down after spending an entire day driving, shooting, and in Silica’s case, shouting in excitement. Sinon is not exactly the romantic type, far from it, but even she recognizes what the beauty of GGO’s night sky can do to one’s heart. She’s glad she gets to watch it with someone else now, instead of only her sniper rifle for company.

Sinon sits herself by a boulder on the plateau that she manages to find snug. The wordless invitation she gives Silica, as the spot to her side seems like it would fit her perfectly, beckons the younger girl, who hasn’t acquired the same grit to be truly comfortable on the hard surface. Thankfully, Sinon’s shoulder is softer than the rocks.

“So, what did you think?” Sinon asks. “Was I a good tour guide?”

“Yes,” Silica answers. “I give you five stars!” She nuzzles closer onto Sinon’s side.

They stare out at the sky. The moon is hidden behind drifting clouds.

“I have a confession to make,” Silica admits, in a tone that sits between jokey and serious. “I didn’t want to try this game only to shoot guns.”

“Oh?” Sinon’s surprise is clearly feigned. Even she would be able to understand that Silica’s request to see this game was a date proposition. There was a reason she decided to cap the night off with stargazing.

“Yeah. I guess I figured… playing this game would make me feel closer to you.”

“Oh.” Sinon’s surprise this time is genuine. “Well… do you?”

“Hmm.” Silica looks at them, sitting side by side, sharing warmth, and yes seems like the obvious answer here. “I mean, yes. But I suppose I was looking for an answer.”

“An answer… did you find it?”

“I’m not sure I did. I think I found… something,” Silica says. Her grip on Sinon’s arm tightens, a mix of affection and nervousness. “I think there is something important about virtual worlds, and why we’re drawn to them. I... now that I think about it, maybe I could’ve just asked you from the beginning.”

Her heels pitter-patter on the rocky surface.

“What does this… What does GGO mean to you?”

Sinon looks at Silica, a bit puzzled.

Silica doesn’t know how fair of a question it is, really. Could she explain what drew her to virtual worlds? Why thinking of Aincrad, her former prison, makes her feel homesick? But she’s nothing if not sincere, and she wants to know. She figures Sinon, introspective as she is, thinks about those things more than she does.

“GGO is, you know.” Sinon makes a meaningless hand gesture. She thought obsessively before about this question - her objective, her growth, her path towards becoming stronger , she called it. She doesn’t know how to distill it in a sensible way, is all.

A place to face my fears?

Where I met Kirito, thus, how I met you?

“ Home?” Sinon says without registering.

Oh.

It’s under this night sky, beneath a red moon, that Sinon realizes this is the first time she got to enjoy this world with someone she truly cared for, life-or-death situations notwithstanding. This place, with its odd smells, rattling sounds, and even unpleasant sensations, has been one of the few places of respite she had from… everything. Others. The world. Herself. It’s more evident now, with someone to share it.

“I came to this world because I wanted to surpass who I was. I wanted to become stronger,” Sinon explains, unsure of whether she sounds pretentious. Sinon’s jaw clenches, and Silica gives her a reassuring squeeze. “When I first came here, there was nothing I wanted more than to erase my real self with this- this stronger version of me. This better version of me.”

The image of Hecate II, her sniper rifle, her companion, comes to mind. She’d thought before, at times, what was she without its weight on her back, other than a fragile girl who can’t help but retch at the sight of gun replicas? Without burnt fingertips and trembling shoulders from gun recoil, how could she call the strength she built here real?

This place is home because it was under this same carmine moon that she realized Asada Shino, the high-schooler, was just as much of a warrior as Sinon, the elite sniper. Under this virtual sky, nothing but code threads woven into a reality, was where she accepted who she was.

She fidgets with her fingerless gloves as she continues. “It’s hard to give a simple answer,” she concedes. “But if I had to try, I’d say… this is the place that showed me it was okay for me to be myself. To recognize my strength, to connect with others. Back then, before this game, I never thought I’d get to have... this, I guess.” Sinon nudges Silica’s shoulder with hers, playfully. “Who knows. Maybe I just wanted to be proven wrong.”

Silica’s heart tightens. She moves a hand to Sinon’s cheek.

“I’m glad you were proven wrong, then.”

In what Silica is pretty sure is the first time, Sinon is the one approaching her for a kiss.

It’s quick and sweet. Sinon’s thin lips press onto Silica’s lightly. It’s easy to forget they’re in the virtual world then, with their eyes closed the way they are, the waves of warmth radiating through their faces as the only signal their AmuSpheres send to their brains.

*******

The night goes by quietly as they stare to the sky, save for the distant sounds of underground monsters shifting the sands and Silica’s occasional comment of how she’s sure she can tell the constellations even through the thick clouds. They have little time before GGO’s short day cycle robs them of this sight.

That sky, this world, are virtual, and they know that. It’s hard to tell, though, when it shares stars with the real one, when it shares warmth with the real one, when the strength they gain, the bonds they deepen, the sights they see, carry over to the real one.

The air in Gun Gale Online smells like gasoline and gunpowder, but Silica doesn’t mind… at all, really, when it grants them the opportunity to be so frank and close, so near when they’re so far.

When it grants them the opportunity to be themselves more than anywhere else.

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bespectacledbookworm · 2 years ago

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So I went out today with Momma Heens and we had a fun day!

•Bought some fabric for the Mushroom Fairy Costume Shirt (a beautiful and expensive purple/plummy jacquard)

• Some makeup for the day of ( I haven't worn foundation in years because I hate the way it feels but i'm wearing some of Revlon Colorstay in Dune ((nice)) on half of my face to see how it oxidizes and get a feel for it). Feels nice and light so far actually, i'm very pleasantly surprised. It's supposed to be a dupe for Estee Lauder's Double Wear, and I really liked how that looked on some customers, but I didn't like the price tag, especially since i'm probably just going to wear it for Hallowe'en.

• Bought some more accessories for the fairy outfit! I got some clear rainbow-y plastic beads to look like dew drops and hang from the perimeter of the hat, and some lavender spray paint for the inside where i'll put the gills. Still not sure what the gills are going to be, but I think I may try cutting strips of fabric or lace.

•I also bought some neodymium magnets! I don't think I mentioned, but I molded some little mushrooms out of crayola air dry foam clay, and I want to attach a magnet to each base of the mushroom. I then plan to take some cosplay foam and heat mold it to the curve of my shoulder, so that I can stick it under my shirt. I'm going to make a magnetic base for the mushrooms to stick to so it looks like they're growing on my shoulder! I'm really excited to see how that looks, and I may recreate my moss scarf for this. It will be a very small scarf because I simply do not have any more of the other yarn I used with my Moss Cowl. For those still interested in that, I am still hunting for a suitable second yarn :(

• Dropped off the ridiculous blue lawn chair that apparently cost me $200 .----.

• Bought another chair! I ended up checking out what Staples had to offer. I wanted to get one of the gaming chairs when I walked in but thought, "since I'm here... Might as well try all of them" and spent the better part of an hour trying out every chair they had that met my requirements of Perfect Office Chair, much to the chagrin of my poor mother who: 1) did not want to spend that much time in Staples and 2) loathed the idea of anything other than an "adorable and chic" chair in her HER home office as opposed to what I ended up getting, which was:

This very much un-chic and un-adorable gaming chair that looks like it would eat the chair my mother liked. We've compromised that though I'll be getting this chair, we (both of us being amateur seamstresses) will find a much better fabric to cover it with. I have to admit that I also don't love how brusco it is. I would have liked a pink version better. Maybe I can find some hello kitty x Joanns fabric or something to cover it in. I think that would be very cute... However, I think mom would probably prefer something sage green with a small floral pattern. Or something. I will fight for a Little Twin Stars fabric.

And that was my very busy Saturday!

#heena shops #excited to get my chair on tuesday!!

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mossterious · 5 months ago

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I’m actually sewing stuff for my Reala cosplay now and it is! Very exciting!

I also have to decide if I want to do a purple ruff or an alternating blue and purple ruff??? Like Reala’s is def purple but I only need blue for one thing and it would slap so do I add some blue???

#reala #night into dreams #moss cosplays apparently #also I bought so much ribbon for this it’s GREAT

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araniaart · 7 years ago

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Ace Comic Con Report!

@shipperhipster and I road-tripped to Arizona for Ace Comic Con in Glendale! (Afterwards, we made a side-trip to the Grand Canyon to make it a real vacation before heading home - more photos on that later!) BUT wanted to post about the experiences at the con! I did a separate write-up about how awesome it was to meet two of the top Art Designers of the MCU (Andy Park and Ryan Meinerding) HERE There were a lot of ups and downs about the convention itself. The SUCKIEST was that Chris Evans got sick the 2nd day of the con, which is the day we had our tickets to meet him/get photographs. It was going to be our first chance to actualy do a photo-shoot with both us with Chris & Seb together, and we were really looking forward to that. On top of that, Chris was only days off of filming Avengers 4, and he was actually in a rare state of clean-shavenness (which as much as I do love beardy-Steve, he still looks the most like iconic Steve Rogers to me when he’s clean-shaven. We had planned on capitalizing on that for some photo shoot poses :/ ) That being said, we still feel like we couldn’t be that upset about that. We’ve had the chance to meet him before and took an awesome photo with him. We had friends there who were going to be meeting him for the first time, and there were even people who had flown in from countries all over the world to meet him that may not have gotten the chance :( That being said, all in all, even with the disappointment of not getting to see Chris Evans, we still had a great time, and the things that did go well went very well.

Speaking of international visitors, right as we were heading in, an Uber pulled around and asked us if either of us spoke Japanese. Which was absolutely coincidental since I did actually take four semesters of it in college - even though it had been a long time, I knew enough to help translate between the young woman who had flown in by herself to the convention and the Uber driver. She was so sweet, another huge stucky fan, and we chatted as we waited in line to get into the con! (I have a terrible memory for names, but I believe she was Kanoko!) She was super sweet, excited to be there, and her sister had even spotted us at a different convention before and had photos of us - such a small world! She had a great movie-accurate Bucky Backpack with her that she was going to get signed ^^

The Location of the Arena was wonderful - since the stadium is designed to deal with a LOT of people, the area was beautiful with a ton of shops and restaurants in easy-walking distance that could easily handle feeding the crowds. There was an amazing Japanese place we went to called Kabuki after the con that only had a very short wait and some delicious sushi. There was a movie theater, Dave & Busters, bars who had decorated to cater to the comic convention crowd, and all-around a great time :) A comic convention IN an arena, however... there were definitely some growing pains. While the photo shoots were great, and they are run by a different company, all of the autographs were up in the top level of the arena - which meant if you had a narrow time-gap between a photo and an autograph, it could be tough. You had to sit in the very tight (especially if you were in a costume) nose-bleed seats that were angled so as vertigo could be a thing. It also meant that when you were waiting for your turn, since they were pulling people up a row at a time, you couldn’t watch other people interact with the guests while you were waiting.

The con also did not allot NEARLY enough time for the autographs. Sebastian Stan was running over an hour over his allotted time and the staff was rushing him with talking to people - we were at the end of his line, and when we came up he was talking to a handler about why they didn’t budget enough time, and feeling bad bout not getting time with visitors. Such to the point that while he was signing something for him and we were waiting for him to finish/finish speaking with the staff so we could say hi, one of the staff was trying to rush us out “you got your signature ladies, now go!” - I’m thankful Shipper said something - along the lines of we paid to at least get the chance to say Hi to him, and poor Seb - was very apologetic even though we weren’t directing it at him/he wasn’t the one trying to rush us out before we said anything. BUT - My wife got the chance to compliment him on his work on I, Tonya (during the panel, the emcee had spoken to Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans about other roles they’d done, but then asked Seb about The Martian (which he was in like 5 minutes of) and asked how it was working with Ridley Scott (who Seb said was like acting in the dark - NO guidance at all) - and you could tell he was miffed that he hadn’t been asked about I, Tonya since that’s what he’s been promo’ing and the movie is up for some good awards and he has a significant role in it! He also said that he liked my costume! Eeeee! Another down-side of the arena format was the stairs: we had brought a rolly-bag FULL of the MCU Artbooks (The bag probably weighed like 40 lbs) for signatures but rolly bags are not convenient for stairs. Most con floors - sure. Thanks again to Shipper for hauling it up and down the arena stairs TWICE before we were able to get them signed and taken back to the hotel. That being said, the upsides were good - All of the Arena staff were absolutely on-point. They were helpful, concerned about the experience and knowledgeable. When Chris cancelled they made sure guests had choice of alternatives (subbing-in a different op, doing partial-shoots and refunding the Chris “value” if he wasn’t there, or a full refund) - and stayed late to work on processing refunds. When the exchange-your-printed-ticket-for a photo-op coupon line got RIDONKULOUS (across the entire arena floor, up the stairs, and around a corner in the next level, arena staff got on it to make sure that people expedited it. And aside from the lady rushing us at Seb’s table, the rest of the con staff were nice and helpful. which after Comicpalooza, was incredibly refreshing.

That being said, one of my favorite things about cons - the artists’ alley where you have a lot of craftspeople selling interesting wares - was absent from the con. They had BIG comic/pop toy/etc dealers on half of the arena floor, and then a big circle of pro artists selling almost exclusively prints (which is great, but I like a variety) all around the (rotunda?) ground floor of the arena hallway. Then a few different vendors up around the signature area.

Tom Holland was absolutely sweet. I think that this was his first convention outside of SDCC - where he actually got to meet fans and interact with them. He had his own private security team that had a second round of checks after the convention group and were more limiting props for shoots, but that’s understandable considering how young he is and how up and coming he is! (And that this was his first con of this format I think) He was enthusiastic, friendly, and seemed genuinely excited to be there. He had also volunteered to be a sub-in for Chris Evans with group photo shoots, staying late to help people out. I missed most of his panel, but it looked like he was having a good time, and Ned’s actor was also thrilled to be there, taking photos of the crowd. Tom also was having fun peeking out of the curtain of his signature area and waving at the people waiting for him.

It was still a little weird for me to see all the girls likely half my age heart-throbbing after him XD I had no idea how popular he was with teens, but it makes sense! But we were thrilled to meet the MCU Spidey, get his autograph added to our shield, and I think he was an AWESOME Cast!

Signature Right in the blue in silver! Other things of note - Jon Bernthal makes me squee a little more every time I hear him talk. He spoke in his panel about the experience that made him an actor. He had gone to the college for sports, but wasn’t good enough for that to be a long-term career. He had wound up taking an acting class for an elective because he thought it would be an easy class he could hang in the back of. IT wasn’t what he expected and when he didn’t prepare for one class where he was supposed to bring a significant object and describe why it was meaningful, and seeing all his classmates breaking into tears talking about the things he brought, he felt put on the spot. He dug out a baseball glove and made up a story about it being from his grandmother. He had half the class in tears and felt bad - saying afterwards - no, man, this is just acting - it isn’t true. The teacher then pulled him aside - and said that he broke the rules of acting - he wasn’t genuine - but that he had a gift. She made him enroll in the play, and psuhed him. She changed his life and he tattood her name on his wrist and she officiated his wife and his wedding.

Ebon Moss-Bachrach (Micro’s actor), on the other hand, obviously didn’t want to be there. He came an hour late to his signing after a staffmember had to go retreive him, and apparently “came in with an attitude” about being rushed. He was pleasant enough to us for the signing (and was pleased that people picked up on his character's interpretation being a Snowden analog) - but at the panel he had stank face the whole time, and when asked the same question about what got him into acting it was “it seemed like the most logical choice at the time.” Moreover, when the emcee asked them about what their favorite role was the other actor had been in, Jon gushed about being a fan of Ebon’s work - his great role on Girls, some of his stagework, and Ebon just.... drew an uncomfortable blank - even after the fact two questions ago Jon had talked about his other roles. The moderator had to offer him to “come back to him”. It was kind of awkward. Anyway! All in all, the experience was worthwhile - and Shipper’s new iphoneX got some great photos of our cosplays :)

#Ace Comic Con #Tom Holland #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans #Hayley Atwell #Punisher #Jon Bernthal #Long Post #MyWSCosplay #Winter Soldier #Captain America

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wherekatewritesthings · 7 years ago

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Hatching - Newt Scamander Oneshot

A/N: hah, I bet you thought you`d seen the last of me. guess what, I`m still alive! And I`m SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN PRACTICALLY GHOSTING MY OWN BLOG oh god it has been ages since I have written something but inspiration finally! struck! lucky for me it did in Hungary where I spend a short holiday with lots of time and no WiFi. I know Easter was like, a month ago, okay but I wrote this as a script/ idea over that time and simply didn`t get around to writing it into a story until now, Monday, 16 minutes past midnight my time. lol. well done, Kate. AnYwAYs I hope you enjoy this little thing I put into words, there`s lots more I want to do but I`ll give myself time and hope it works out. fingers crossed you guys :)

ah and this is dedicated to @gabriels-wings , my cosplay partner in crime, friend and fellow wizarding world enthusiast. I hope this makes you smile :) (we`ll need it after Infinty War I`m certain)

let`s get to it now, shall we - love you guys!! xx

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word count: 2.664

characters: Newt Scamander/ Jacob Kowalski/ Queenie Goldstein and you ^^

rating: K as in fluff, creature chaos and some cute dialogue with a five year old

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Newt was awoken in the middle of the night by a strange sound close to his ear. It sounded like someone excessively yawning mixed with a high-pitched whine. Then someone tugged on his hair. He blinked into the darkness of his room, the only light coming from the streetlight right outside his small flat`s window filtering in through the thin curtains. It was barely enough to let him see the rug on the floor next to his bed, but he immediately recognized the shape standing in front of him. His white fur was almost glowing on its own and the big, round eyes reflected Newts pale face back to him. "Hello Frank", he coaxed out, voice heavy with sleep, "what`s up?". The Demiguise just motioned for him to follow, so Newt got out of the bed, slid into his slippers, threw on a sweater and grabbed his wand before following Frank through to the study. It was a small room, the walls covered in pale yellow wallpaper and it held nothing but a small desk with a chair and lamp in a corner and a circular rug – on which Newt`s case was standing, lid wide open. He had been leaving it behind like this after the last feeding of a day for a couple days now, because it was early into the mating season and some animals could potentially cause a little stir, so he wanted to be able to notice and get to them as quickly as possible. Apparently Frank must`ve come to the conclusion something was happening, because Newt could just spot the last strands of his fur disappearing over the edge of the worn leather before lowering himself into its confines. Frank waited at the door to the "dorms" as Newt liked to call them sometimes, the small compartments that fit every creature`s needs. Frank usually kept an eye on the Occamy families especially and Newt`s gut feeling was right when he found Frank in front of one of the younger nests, slightly shivering. Newt rubbed his eyes before cautiously peering through the oval opening of the woven orb. And there they were – seven shimmering Occamy eggs, looking like they had just been laid. And he could clearly see what the issue was… The one Occamy that was protectively curled around them, most likely the mother, was hissing at the other two in the nest which seemed to be all too curious about the new things in their home. Newt thought for a second, then looked at Frank: "I need you to keep an eye on them for a minute, I`ll be right back". He then went back into the storeroom, rummaged a few cabinets and came back with the grey-ish material he had used to make the nesting spaces before. A few flicks of his wand created a new habitat for the creature which easily glided into their circle and was then quickly filled with moss to be comfy for the new arrival. Frank helped Newt transfer the young Occamy mother to her new living space, he took care of the eggs while Newt gently stroked the creature`s colourful scales, making soothing sounds in order to calm her down. Eventually, all of them settled and Newt was convinced he could leave them alone. On his way back, he threw a fistful of snacks over to the Mooncalves which always got excited upon seeing them and then went to climb up the ladder back into his flat again. He turned around before exiting completely, looking down at Frank once more. "You did a good job, buddy. Please keep an eye on them for me, yes? I`ll be back to bed, the upcoming week is going to be hectic." Frank just stared back at him, but Newt knew that he knew what to do, so he climbed up the remaining steps. With one or the other heavy yawn, he was able to slide back under the covers and fell into a dreamless, deep slumber shortly after…

A few days later –

It was the Saturday before Easter and Queenie and Jacob were over at Newt`s for tea. Jacob, who`s bakery business was running smoothly, quite frankly pretty successfully actually, was planning to expand, wanting to open up a store in London because `it`s your home country, man, so it feels kind of like the right thing and, what British person doesn`t like a good pastry with their tea?´, as he always told Newt. They had been talking about this and that, Jacob`s new recipe idea for a Fwooper desert treat, Queenie`s magical boutique for `things a modern witch doesn`t know she needs´, Tina´s top secret mission for the ministry – her and Newt had been writing letters back and forth, but he hadn`t heard from her in a while – which involved lots of travelling, the weather and Newt`s work on the book. Jacob was in the middle of a rather interesting story at the moment, telling them how for the past days there had been flocks of young children in front of his shop windows, staring at the baked goods on display with rather hungry eyes, they looked so small and starved that he felt guilty for ignoring them… until his helping hand behind the counter, Terrence, suggested giving them some of the bread they hadn´t been able to sell and that would most likely go stale the next day anyways. "You can`t imagine the joy on their faces! The lit up when I gave them the loafs and they couldn`t stop thanking me for a solid five minutes! They ran off to their families and you know, buddy, I haven`t felt that good in a while, I felt like I had truly done something good, you know, especially with Easter around the corner." The whole thing got Newt thinking. There had been a lot of shortenings in the factories in his neighbour district and many of the families depended on that income, most likely struggling to provide food now. He felt awful thinking of the people having to starve especially on a holiday and an idea formed in his head. "I had a lot of Occamy eggs lately, there must have been about thirty new hatchlings. There were so many I had to give them away and send them to a reservoir a friend of mine opened up in the Scottish forests. I didn`t have the time to get rid of the shells yet, so I just kept them in a box in my storeroom. What do you think, there are lots of families with low income in my district and the surrounding ones, maybe we can do something good with them." – "Oh yes, let`s paint them like Easter eggs and hide them as presents for the kids to find!", Queenie chirped in, grinning excitedly. Newt smiled at her, "that`s a fantastic idea. I am sure I kept some of the paint tubes I used to do the illustrations for the book, those should do the job."

They got to work almost immediately and it all went well for the most part, until Queenie decided to join Newt in checking the nests for any leftover shells. Niffler was rummaging around nearby, the Bowtruckles were playing a game of `catch the stick´ and Frank sat by the young phoenix Newt had recently adopted. She cleared her throat and Newt looked up at her, wand between his teeth and an egg in hand he had just been examining. "We almost forgot to tell you, but…", she kept fidgeting with her hands and Newt saw the ring as soon as she said the words, "Jacob and I are going to get married." He had to take the wand out of his mouth, but his joy was genuine when he looked at her: "That`s great news! Congratulations you two." Queenie beamed at him, then looked at her ring. "I almost can`t believe it, you know? And we couldn`t tell my parents, they`re very strict when it comes to the laws about magic… but I`m happy, you know? And I think that`s what matters the most. Of course, I knew when he asked me, he just couldn`t keep it out of his head for long, and I really tried not to, but he was so nervous that evening and I just couldn`t help it! But, anyways, that`s the news on that." She twirled around to go back to Jacob, who was still painting egg shells and in that moment, several things happened at once. A beam of light caught Queenie`s ring and made it glimmer, Frank squeaked in warning and then the Niffler jumped at the witches` hand, trying to catch the jewellery he had just spotted. Queenie gasped in surprise, the Niffler somehow managed to slide the engagement ring down her finger and off he went – in the direction of the exit, because Newt had blocked his hoard in a moment of anticipation. Then him and Queenie immediately took off after the creature. "Don`t let him get out, Jacob!", Newt called out to his friend, who was wearing a paint-splattered apron and a brush behind every ear. He turned around quickly, trying to snatch the furry culprit, and almost managed to do so until the little rascal wiggled so much Jacob had to drop him – but Newt was there, in a haste but determined he quickly placed the egg he had still been holding on the desk, pointing his wand at the Niffler which was just about to climb up the ladder – a stunning spell later it got frozen in place and Newt could catch the quick thief, handing Queenie back what belonged to her. "Alright", he said to the creature that, once secured in his grip, was allowed to move again, "we need to talk about your manners, little one", walking back into the dorms to return him to his nest. When he came back out, Jacob and Queenie had finished all the eggs, which were now neatly sitting on a bed of wood shavings in a big cardboard box. "They look fantastic", he prompted, "let`s go and hide them." All three of them climbed out of the suitcase, Newt getting the box out with a levitation spell and put on their coats and hats before exiting the brick building Newt was living in. The twilight was just settling over the city and the sky was shaded in all kinds of colours. With a flicker, the street lamps came on just as they turned a corner, feeling giddy and excited, remembering their childhoods and how they had celebrated Easter when they were young. Jacob in the middle with the box in hand, smiling at Queenie who was skipping rather than walking and Newt with his wand raised protectively but a smile on his face.

They had just hidden the last eggs, it was beginning to dawn, when Newt discovered something odd. One of the two leftover eggs he had in his coat pocket seemed to be completely intact. He thought back to the events of the afternoon, internally scolding himself the next second. He had placed the egg he had been examining when Niffler started wreaking havoc on Jacob`s desk before completely forgetting about it due to chasing the black-coated troublemaker! Jacob must`ve painted it absentmindedly, not realizing it was an egg that hadn`t been hatched yet. He took it into his other hand while taking out another one of the reworked shells that was empty except for the small chocolate bar and paper bunny garland Queenie had made and was about to put it onto the grass next to the house`s door he was kneeling in front of, when – "what are you doing Mister?" He looked up and there was a young girl, maybe five or six, leaning out of the kitchen window he didn`t realize had been open the whole time due to the glass simply missing. He was caught off guard, but knew he had to get her attention away from the shells. "Hello there. What`s your name?" – "I`m Cecily. What are you doing in our front yard?" – "Uhm, I was about to…" In that second, he felt the egg twitching in his hand. Out of all possible moments, the Occamy seemed to have picked this one to hatch. Oh well. "I was actually just about to leave, but it has been nice to meet you, Cecily." Newt smiled at the girl and she smiled back, displaying a huge gap where one of her front teeth was missing. Somehow she hadn`t been convinced by him though, and scrunched up her nose in confusion next. "Nice to meet you too, Mister, but what ARE you doing in our front yard? My sister tells me to be careful, there have been strangers going around trying to talk families into sending their children away to work. Are you trying to set up a trap for me to steal me away? Because if so, it`s not going to work. I spotted you first, you`re really not that good at the whole trap thing, Mister, you know…" The little girl trailed on, but Newt was more focused on the cracking sounds that came from the egg still in his hand, he was desperate to get away now so as not to breach the law by letting the child see a magical creature. Then, another troubling thing came to his mind - new-born Occamies often didn`t have control over their choranaptyxic nature and had to be kept under control by their mothers or else they would grow into about five metres large snakes on some occasions. His mind was racing, but he didn`t see a different choice. "Cecily", he addressed the child that was still curiously leaning on the windowsill, "would you be so kind to look for a box for me, or a teapot, basically something small that has a lid?" The young girl looked even more confused, but shrugged her shoulders and disappeared back into the house. She came back a minute later with a small metal box that had engravings on the lid and could be held closed by a metal clasp. It looked handmade and Newt felt guilty to accept it from her, but he really didn’t have a choice. He had been holding the egg together tightly in his fist, the creature making squeaky sounds of protest for being held in such tight confines. "Please open it for me", and as soon as the lid gaped open, Newt let the Occamy baby slide into the box before taking the thing from Cecily and clasping it shut. It disappeared into one of his many coat pockets and when he looked up again, the hazel eyes of the girl looked at him in awe and shock: "Mister, what was that?!" Newt didn`t answer – for this exact moment, you came into the kitchen, sleepy and confused. When you spotted the tall, ginger guy in the wool coat, your eyes too widened, making you look perplexed, but before you could say anything, Newt just winked at Cecily and then handed her the freshly emptied shells, before turning around and simply disappearing into thin air – which your younger sister missed, because she was looking at the pure silver in her hands. You on the other hand rubbed your temples, not sure if you had just hallucinated after a bad night´s sleep or if the whole thing had been real…

You weren`t able to find out, but the `blessing of Easter´, as some of your neighbours called it when they discovered the gifts next to their front doors, made you believe that maybe, it had really happened. That and the fact that your lunchbox was missing. Meanwhile, Newt smiled to himself while looking at the metal container. He was exhausted, but happy. This year, Easter had truly been something else. He was looking forward to some sleep now, almost certain you would roam his thoughts for a little while longer.

#my writing #newt scamander oneshot #newt oneshot #fantastic beasts oneshot #let`s see how this goes #fingers crossed

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sandjob · 7 years ago

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Dream journal again, (8/9/17)

Aright so... You’re gonna be seeing a lot of these, I’m trying to get better at dream work...

There is some sort of mental block where I can’t seem to remember K in my dreams. I see things that remind me of him and I’m like, “Wow, I really like this thing, but fuck if I know why!” I can’t remember ANYONE for that matter, even when I run into my ex. Or B, who I run into, remember that I hate her for some reason, and continue on.

Sometimes I DO remember someone? But that’s really rare. Like recently when I had a dream where A was captured, I was able to remember him and I have no idea why. Frustrating.

...Anyway, I’ve been having weird issues all last night and today. I keep disassociating super violently. I broke so many arrows at practice, I couldn’t fucking shoot straight. I ended up accidentally bilocating again, woke up in my front yard (in the astral) at one point, and ended up sitting on the bed at K’s house at another point, not sure how the fuck though honestly.

I ended up going to bed early (well, early for me) at like 2 am, I woke up fucking FOURTEEN hours later.

I had a bunch of dreams, but the first several were really... a mess? Like the kind where you’re sort of half awake but half asleep. I know some of them were K trying to get my attention.

OH. OH I REMEMBER. AHAHA.

At one point, a Kid Rock song started playing loudly. It was one of those dreams where I am borderline sleep walking, my eyes are open and I’m partially aware of my surroundings but I didn’t get up and start walking yet.

I was so disturbed that I started laughing, I knew K had done it to get my attention, but it was just so absurd that I couldn’t even handle it. THAT made me remember him, but I laughed so hard that I woke up. All I could think was “I’m gonna do to you what Kid Rock did to music!”

Thanks, K. What the fuck. He has such a confusing sense of humor.

Alright. On to the actual dream I somewhat remember. I was in a shopping mall that I’ve been in in dreams before. Oddly enough, the layout seems to stay similar, but sometimes the shops move around, or are closed for construction. The dreams in said mall are usually abnormally vivid, so...

Fish was riding on my back. We were looking for something... Somewhere to get my hair cut? A was nearby as well, I think following me. This time, a lot of the mall was under construction. The mall is vast, and has a lot of bright colors. I walked behind some construction stuff and found... Some sort of clown supply store/magic shop.

Being the fucking loon that I am, I wanted to go in there, but Fish wanted to go to her destination first (which was fair, she asked first after all) so I made a mental note of the location and started walking again. Next door was some sort of wall in front of a closed store selling different hats, including a bowler hat, which I want another one of. I walked past the hat store without looking too long.

The next store sold shoes, especially the sort with heels I used to wear for work. I peeked inside and noticed there were thigh high leather boots. I got so excited about it that I didn’t pay attention to where I was going, and walked Fish, who I was now holding in front of me, directly into a wall. A wall which was covered in back packs, and closed off by more construction. Sorry, Fish.

I turned around and faced a store I know I’d seen before, the clothing store which was next to the ice cream shop. I didn’t particularly like the clothing store last time I had a dream about it. It was decorated with white deer statues, and strings of fake diamonds and gold beads. A lot of what they sold was “up cycled”, like shit that came from a thrift store that they’d hiked the prices up on, but some shit they ordered themselves, I guess. Last time I was there in my last dream, I couldn’t find shit in my size, and the prices sucked.

It was all girl’s clothes, but I like some girls clothes, so that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but a lot of them were sort of... I dunno. I don’t like things that hang low on the chest. I mean, on me, personally. I literally do not care what other people wear.

...I’m getting off topic.

I saw the sort of... Uh... There’s like a small cafeteria (in one of my dreams it was an arcade once!) that you have to go through to get to the hair cut... place. Salon? Barber?? ??????

I got excited and ran in that direction. Fish was gone, and I was holding Dimas, my doll. He was wearing some sort of dark blue uniform, and had long white hair. He has white hair right now, but I don’t think I’d dress him in something like the uniform. I remembered looking at it and thinking it reminded me a bit of a nazi uniform. I wanted to take it off of him, but I didn’t have time to stop, so I tried hiding him further in the crook of my arm.

The cafeteria contained ANOTHER ice cream shop today, with what looked like sherbet. Hm.

I walked past a man (who was apparently an actual nazi) who looked very hard at Dimas, and then at me. I tried harder to push Dimas out of sight. I gave him a look like “what the fuck do YOU want?” and kept walking.

I reached the other side, and the hair stylist had been replaced with a dark blue tile counter, with television screens and a woman with her blond hair in some sort of tight bun. I asked for a hair cut, and she looked at me funny. I said “Where is the barber?” and she seemed to understand what the fuck I was talking about. She had me go through the door at the right side of the counter, with a group of other people.

There was another guy there with hair that was long like mine, and he had some facial hair. There was also a girl I couldn’t see clearly, with reddish hair (auburn??) and a guy with blond hair that was slicked back.

There was a tall guy in a uniform leading us up some rickety wooden stairs. We were no longer at the mall. He led us to the top of a stone tower and opened a trap door in the floor. It was deep. The bottom was full of some sort of yellow green liquid, that reminded me of mountain dew. He told us to jump in. Everyone else just sort of... jumped in without asking. I decided that I did not want to jump in.

I said “I came up here for a hair cut, and this is obviously not a hair cut so I’m just gonna go.” He insisted that I COULD get a haircut if I just jumped in, but I told him I wasn’t buying that. I turned around to leave, and a woman with short brown hair tried to stop me. I realized that I was being attacked, and jumped on her.

I tried breaking her neck, but her head just kept twisting, and twisting, like one of those fucking stretchy dolls. I didn’t know wtf to do, so I panicked and jumped off of her, pushing her backwards. I took off down another set of wooden stairs, which led to some sort of... outdoor... Uhh... Like a track, almost. There were high stone walls with some green and purpleish moss on them, and wood floor that was old as fuck. Some of the walls had railing at the top. It seemed to go in a loop.

The woman who was chasing me was obviously not human, and at some point I’m reasonably sure she sprouted praying mantis claws. I have no idea why, but I am great at climbing up things in dreams. I like to swing off things. It’s useful in this case! I climbed up several walls, cheating parts of the “track” that would have cost me time to get away from her if I just ran normally. It was almost like a maze, but much more simple. I had someone with me, also chasing her, or running to help me? Or were they running from her? Not sure. Whoever it was, they took the form of Kite, which was weird. My brain rationalized that it was Kite, so it must be A.

I think this is because A once acted as my bodyguard during work while in Kite cosplay. We were at a convention and a customer I’d done work for in the past had asked me to come to his room and dance for him. I didn’t want to go alone, so A went, with his costume still on. Honestly, that was the best thing ever.

...Back to the dream. Kite was very fast, and we kept running past each other while avoiding this... lady ??? Monster... mystery. At one point I narrowly avoided her and sort of skittered up a wall, and she tried running up after me but was much slower.

I also remember swinging off the rails at one point to get away faster.

Not sure what the fuck was going on there. I don’t remember how it ended, but I know that eventually we “won” and got to leave, but the dream pretty much cuts off there. I don’t think the dream had anything to do with K, unfortunately, although sometimes he shows up in my dreams as Dimas.

After that dream, I had more of the weird half awake dreams, including one where I was aware that K was laying with his head on my chest, and I know at one point K was talking to me again, but I don’t remember anything that he said... It wasn’t a proper dream, though, it was just... Like actual stuff he was doing but I was in just the right state to be able to see him, which I really like, but it doesn’t normally help when I’m not aware enough to interact with him.

Ah, still, I guess that’s progress.

That dream though, is really out of the ordinary for a lot of my dreams, but I can’t figure out how to explain why. Oh well.

#notes I guess #dream journal #not important

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cosplayhubit-blog · 7 years ago

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My Best Cosplay Contest - New Year 2018 Edition published on Cosplay Hub

My Best Cosplay Contest - New Year 2018 Edition

Cosplay Hub premia i vincitori del Contest Mensile con 100€ in buoni Amazon.

Iniziamo al meglio il 2018 con un nuovo Contest Cosplay.

Quali sono i premi?

Un buono Amazon da 75€ (Miglior Cosplay scelto dalla giuria)

Un buono Amazon da 25€ (estrazione)

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Il contest termina il 31 gennaio 2018. Il vincitore verrà contattato tramite l’indirizzo email lasciato in fase di registrazione entro i tre giorni successivi alla fine del contest.

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CRAGENMARE (1 Part) :MLP Fan Fiction : Tales to Read AFTER the Lights are OUT!

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CRAGENMARE

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

559 words

Writing begun 10/12/17

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All sorts of fan art, cosplay, music or fiction is actively encouraged.

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It was not a dark and stormy night. It was nice, with barely any bite of chill. The Moon shone down indulgently on the usual swarms of Nightmare Nighting foals. The few thin clouds reflected the light of the moon, which lent them either glowing silver or darker centers with glowing silver outlines.

Down on the cobbled streets of Ponyville, groups of costumed foals escorted by costumed ponies were going door to door, filling the night with their chant of, “Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!”

As the many loot bags filled with candy and other treats, the ponies mostly led their charges to the many assorted Nightmare Night parties.

One group made its way up the crags, far out of town, following an antique road that was much fallen to disrepair. It led to the reputedly haunted ruins of the ancient castle of Cragenmare, supposed home of the spirit of Drastin, cursed hero of Cragenmare.

It was well known that Drastin had finally found his true rest, his ancient curse finally ended. That was now centuries past but, as with any good tale, many believed the ruin to be haunted by many of the other arrogant nobles of that long past age, before Cragenmare had been made a part of the peaceful realm of Equestria, centuries before the settlement of Ponyville.

Tired fillies and colts finally made it to the forbidding archway in the crumbling, moss grown wall of Cragenmare. Everywhere that they looked, the thousand years and more since it was abandoned were apparent. Brush and OLD trees had pried up the stone pave of the courtyard, seeking secure root hold.

Though the antique doors were long fallen, the aged feasting hall was still in surprisingly good repair. The roof of stone slate shingles had done well at keeping the worst of foul weather out, allowing the monster beams that held up the roof to cure with age, rather than rot away.

Stone slates had been used to prevent pegasus dropped fire from taking hold and burning the castle. They and the beams under them now gave a home to the nests of ages of birds.

At floor level, the old central fire ring had a fire in it for the first time in who knew how long? Its light showed trestle tables set with a plenteous meal. A good thing altogether. That much hiking is hungry and thirsty work!

They were attended to by solicitous mares and stallions in the bardings of ancient Cragenmare. The foals were simply told that they were from out of town.

Besides the feast, there were foal games, ranging from apple ducking to throwing REAL darts with sharp points! Ring and toss games were popular too!

Finally, the last of the foals were tucked in for a well deserved rest.

In the morning's light, the foals found only their guide and the remains of their feast from last night.

After breaking their fast, the youngsters followed their guide back to the woods at the edge of Ponyville. There, he let them go to find their homes.

Up in the craggy hills, ancient Cragenmare crouched on its hilltop. Its many ghosts dreamed of the day to come when they would have done enough good to balance their ancient evils so that they could truly rest at last.

~THE END~

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