#now they fly around the universe getting intro trouble

[jillthecia-agent]

....you know, I deserve a fucking medal. How'd I get one of those

I'd like to think of myself as funny 😋

[onlybe-satanonce]

Prowler Vs Miguel O' Hara

I was just thinking about how in ASTV, Miguel doesn't use his webs a lot, and I thought about more how he mainly uses his claws, and how else uses his claws a lot? Prowler! So I made a connection and fell down a rabbit hole of similarities, and now I want to share them with you.

(Btw I'm not sure if this was really the intent for his design but I just wanted to talk about parallels between The Prowler and Miguel. )

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First off and most obvious the claws.

Even though Miguel has organic web shooters, and does use them on occasion, he seems to mainly stick to using claws to fight and get around, especially during the chase scene in the city where he mostly used his claws to propel himself forward. (Even when he was flying through the city he used flying squirrel-like wings to chase, not his webs.)

On top of that they have similar fighting styles when using their claws, using it to push themselves forward and tearing through things around them to get closer to, most often, miles.

On top of that Miles has a very similar response to Miguel chasing him as he did in ISTV when they're all in Aunt May's House. Scrambling and fighting frantically to get away from a much bigger and stronger opponent, and even though in ASTV Miles got a lot more accustomed to being spiderman, he still had trouble escaping Miguel and was very clearly afraid like he was when facing off against Uncle Aaron as the Prowler.

So on top of having claws in common they also use them in similar ways and get similar reactions out of Miles.

Second Is their masks

Although it's a small detail they both have similar eye designs. A small curl near the farthest corner and a straight line in the corner of the eye. I don't have a lot to whole lot to say about this similarity but it's just another way their designs crossover.

(even Miles-42 has the pattern!)

Third their fates and behaviors

Even their behavior as characters in regard to what they're wearing is similar. we see videos of Miguel and his daughter, he's out of the suit and living happily with his family. When we see Uncle Aaron out of the suit, he's happy with Miles, his family.

But when when they get into their suit, they become focused machines, mind drilled into their missions, disregarding much around them and other people. Besides the small snippet of Miguel with his daughter, we never see him in anything else. Not even in his intro, where most other spiders, were shown in outfits besides their suits, which in my opinion, are meant to symbolize how their life without a mask and life with one are different.

But Miguel doesn't take his suit off, even when he has his mask off. After his daughters death, his spiderman life, and civilian life finally caught up with him and he is forced to live in-between them in a horrible limbo.

For Uncle Aaron it's different. His two lives are separated into two, and the only times he takes it off is when his lives converge. When Miles finds out that the Uncle Aaron is Prowler, Miles is destroyed, crushed but he knows. This ultimately leads to Uncle Aaron's death in the end.

When Miles reveals himself to Uncle Aaron at Aunt May's house, it's a last long shot that Miles hopes will convince him to spare Miles. His family. But once Uncle Aaron lets him go, he dies, his two lives converging for a final time. Spelling disaster for a final time.

Tying into the multiverse

I'm not completely sure that the symbolism of the suit and mask and civilian clothes would be so prevalent to their stories, and the stories of other spiders, but it really gets you thinking about the repetition in different universes and how it all blends together.

With Gwen, when she comes face to face with her dad, her civilian life, and spider man identify come together, forcing her to make difficult and life changing decisions. With Pavitr, his love Gayatri, pushed him to rescue the inspector. With Miles's help, Gayatri and her father were both saved, and they all met. Momentarily converging his life between the suit and his civilian life, which ending up potentially ending his universe.

Well, this was a lot and it really just a rant about how good the writing and story is and my interpretation of some of it, so major respect to everyone who worked on these movies. It really is incredible and i'm so pumped to see what they do with these characters in BTSV

[natromanxoff]

Queen live at Oakland Coliseum Arena in Oakland, CA, USA - September 7, 1982 (Part-1)

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The band are in great form tonight, full of vitality and passion. Only the intro of Rock It is performed from now onward. When the vocal is expected to re-enter after the rhythm section joins in, the band jump into the first verse of the fast We Will Rock You. John Deacon's bass solo after the second chorus is aggressive, and overall the band are clearly happy to be playing the longer version of the song again - although they do have a bit of trouble getting out of the middle section together, but they recover well. Freddie offers a great version of Play The Game. After the song, he has a word with the enthusiastic audience. "So here we are, back again in Oakland after a long time. Has everybody been keeping okay since we've been away?" Naturally everyone says "yeah", and Freddie replies, "Bullshit!" He continues, "Anyway, we have a lot of new songs for you since we were here last, and this next one is a song for all the girls here tonight, you know what I mean? The real girls. If you've got tits or if you haven't got tits it don't matter." The girls quickly stop cheering as Freddie is just trying too hard when he actually doesn't have to. He attempts to recover, "You just don't understand English. It doesn't matter. This is a Roger Taylor composition [the mention of Roger's name gets the girls screaming again] entitled Calling All Girls." Just before the first chorus of the song, Freddie adlibs, "I've got a message for you babe!" After the second chorus, following "take a message of love for all to hear," he adds to the energy with a few spontaneous words: "Have you got it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?" Tonight is the first known performance of the Hot Space rocker Put Out The Fire, segueing from the vocal improv of Now I'm Here (Freddie doesn't have the lyrics perfected yet, which suggests it hasn't been performed too many times - fan club magazines from the period say the song was performed as a standalone piece earlier in the tour). After the second chorus, the band seamlessly jump into Dragon Attack. The combination of these three songs seems to recall the medley idea that had been dropped in 1981. After Now I'm Here, Freddie challenges the audience to one of his usual vocal duels. For the first time, he is heard singing "Dee do de de", something that would become part of the lyrics of "Living On My Own" off his first solo album in 1985. Shortly thereafter, after an "alright" that's held for a few seconds, he shouts, "You can do it!" in encouragement, after which he says, "Not bad! It's amazing what you will do if you're pushed." He really takes a liking to this audience. During the next song, Save Me, instead of singing the line "I love you 'til I die," he speaks the words "I love ya", and during the three quiet beats leading into the first chorus, he quickly and poignantly adds, "don't forget it!" Freddie once again dedicates Fat Bottomed Girls to "people who like fucking a lot." In the second verse of Crazy Little Thing Called Love, he modifies a lyric to say "she knows how to fuck and roll." One can draw their own conclusions as to where Freddie Mercury's mind was at on this tour. He turns in a very passionate version of Bohemian Rhapsody (despite not being in full voice by the end of the show), where everything seems to come home to him. Only he knew what the song really meant, but plenty have suggested that the proverbial man being killed in the first verse as told to his mother is his former self that had not yet come to terms with his sexuality. A clash of worlds in 1982, if that's the case. Matt Granz (also with a story from San Francisco '77) fondly shares his memories of this show here:

“This photo is from Queen's last Bay area show ever with Freddie Mercury. With the new direction that they took with the album "The Game" Brian May stated that Queen had "gained the world, but lost America". I think that after they played a Los Angeles gig or two after this particular show that they never did come back to the US. That is truly sad since they were one of the most charismatic of all rock groups to ever play on a stage. This concert was no exception! This photo was taken during Brian's echo solo. The three lights backlighting Brian belonged to one of two manned light pods that followed him around the stage. It was a spectacular effect!

The friend I went to the concert with (who's name I can't even begin to recall) took his SLR 35mm and I took a pocket fixed focus... after seeing me lament over the bad quality of my images he took mercy on me and sold me this memory as an 8x10 B&W Glossy that I kept secured in a folder... and just recently rediscovered and decided to digitize these many years later. My own pics from the concert all came out underexposed... drat! His SLR had some great lenses and he had his own darkroom. He also had great access to many good spots to shoot from.

By the way… remember the days when you didn't need a press badge to bring a camera to a concert? What happened??? Lawyers, I'll tell ya... Lawyers.

The story behind the Flying V being utilized was that at the very onset of his Echo solo, Brian busted a string on the "Red Special". He waked backstage and then shortly reappeared with this guitar. The sound was quite different. After the solo was done fifteen minutes later, he took back his own guitar and proceeded to use it for the rest of the show. It was pretty unusual to see him playing this and (besides the Tele he plays on Crazy Little Thing Called Love for the songs' first solo) have not seen him play another electric besides his main axe that he and his father made.

I was pretty poor at the time, but I liked this photo enough to buy it because of the before mentioned spectacular lighting and the fact that Brian is playing a Flying V.

Though I was not a fan of The Game, this concert was superb! I came to see Brian (being a guitarist myself) and was amazed at how distracted I was by the rest of the band. They were flawless that night and the floor seats I snuck into... 20 rows from the stage... provided the perfect viewing experience. The light show was also the best I had ever seen as well, in that it didn't distract from the music or musicians but rather pulsated perfectly with the beats and saturated the stage with great color combinations.

Freddie, Brian, Roger & John all had the whole auditorium held by the throat from the very start of the show till the last fading notes of "God Save the Queen". Sheer Excellence!” Most of the photos were taken by Sean Trend. A few of the pictures show Brian with the Gibson Flying V, as he had played in East Rutherford last month. But this time he begins his solo with the Flying V, as confirmed by someone who attended the show. Brian, in disbelief, later commented on this: http://www.brianmay.com

“Well, I'm shocked. I definitely would have sworn that I never played a solo live with a Flying V. I played around with them, but mainly at home, except for one video appearance for "Princes of the Universe" in which I'm obviously not really playing!!!

Cheers Bri”

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Part-2

[zaph1337]

Monster Hunter Rating 21: Khezu, the Blank Stare

When I reviewed Basarios, I made a joke about how the devs likely gave it human teeth over sharp teeth because the latter might not give children nightmares, but I don’t actually think that the devs ever intended Basarios to be more terrifying than any other monster in the game. This monster, however, is literally the stuff of nightmares, and I’m not misusing “literally” here. This may be the longest review I’ve written yet, so buckle up. Time to get spooky with Khezu!

(How it appears in Monster Hunter 1)

(How it appears in Monster Hunter Rise)

Appearance: I think there’s been a mistake here; last I checked, Capcom wasn’t making Silent Hill games. Seriously, this thing would fit right into that series, and not just ‘cause its phallic neck lends itself well to metaphors. The pale, veiny skin, the leech-like mouth, the complete lack of eyes...Khezu’s unlike any other monster in the series because it’s the only monster that’s meant to be horrifying to look at. It’s got flabby, tattered wings and gecko-like feet, but its main characteristic (other than the head) is its tail, the tip of which can open up into a suction cup that allows Khezu to stick to ceilings.

Obviously, Khezu’s an abomination that came from a really dark place in someone’s mind, but that’s just it: Khezu is a monster that appeared in an MH developer’s nightmare either before or during the production of the first Monster Hunter game, and said developer (I don’t actually remember who) decided to put it in the game. I learned of this from the Twitch streams of a streamer called DuncanCan’tDie, who’s a huge MH fan that’s on great terms with Capcom. Unfortunately, I can’t find any other sources for this claim, but I don’t think he’s lying for a few reasons; firstly, like I said, he’s on great terms with Capcom. He’s friends with some people who work there, and he even has a tattoo designed by someone on the MH team he called “Kaname-san” (who didn’t actually give him the tattoo, but drew the design that a tattoo artist used) and the only person who could go by that name is Kaname Fujioka, the man who literally directed several MH games, including the first one, and who was the art director for Monster Hunter World. So yeah. Duncan and Capcom get along great, and if he was spreading false rumors, they’d probably know about it.

The second reason I believe Duncan about Khezu’s origin is that someone once came into one of his streams (and I was there at the time) and started spouting “lore” about two monsters that looked like they could be related, but actually weren’t. Duncan flat out told this person that what they were claiming wasn’t mentioned anywhere and asked for sources...which the loregiver did not provide. In fact, after Duncan started getting on their case, I don’t think they said a word for the rest of the stream. Duncan believes that this person was just making stuff up to sound like they knew a lot about MH and weren’t aware that he was an MH expert, and I doubt that someone who would call someone out on that would do the same thing, especially if he had a reputation to uphold.

I apologize if I spent a lot of time talking about that, but I didn’t want people getting on my case because they couldn’t find anything to support my claims. But in conclusion, I believe that Khezu truly was born of a nightmare, and that’s awesome. It makes the Silent Hill comparison even more fitting since the enemies in those games are basically projections of the protagonists’ psyches. Disturbing enemies are much more effective if they scare(d) the people who created them, and Khezu is certainly disturbing. Because of that, as well as its ominous origin, I’m giving it a 9/10.

Behavior: Khezu mostly inhabit caves, jungles, and swamps due to the need for their skin to be moisturized, though they usually only leave caves to hunt, which they don’t have to do very often due to the plentiful fat beneath their skin, which also keeps them warm. Their favorite hunting strategy is to ambush their prey from a location usually concealed by darkness, which is made easier by their extendable necks. However, their reliance on darkness, as well as their preference to dwell in caves, has made them completely blind and reliant on their other senses; despite not having visible nostrils or ears, Khezu have great hearing and a very good sense of smell. Back to hunting, while they need to subdue larger prey, smaller ones, like Kelbi, are slowly swallowed whole...which is apparently something you can actually witness in the games, according to TV Tropes (I normally stick to the wiki and what I already know for resources, but I went to the “Monster Hunter / Nightmare Fuel” page while searching for another source for Khezu’s origin as a nightmare). As if this thing needed to be more disturbing, it doesn’t always kill its prey before it tries to swallow it, so the Kelbi you can see it eat is constantly struggling as the Khezu swallows it bottom-first. That’s...that’s messed up. But it gets worse.

Practically every monster in this series isn’t any more intelligent than what we consider a normal animal to be. Aside from Lynians, which are people, the smartest monster I’ve talked about is the Velociprey, which might not be as smart as, say, an irl crow, which is very intelligent by the standards of nonhuman animals. What I’m getting at here is that most of the monsters in this series don’t really take any sadistic pleasure in killing and eating prey; they just do it to survive. But Khezu is different. In several MH games, including Rise, the first time you go on a quest to kill a specific monster, the gameplay is preceded by a cutscene that shows off how powerful or intimidating that monster is (and in Rise’s case, you also get a poem). Here’s Khezu’s intro, and I want you to pay attention to what Khezu does from 0:24-0:30:

That’s right: this thing “looked” right at the monster it was going to eat, and smiled. That isn’t just me anthropomorphizing it, either; I’ve seen what Khezu looks like outside of that cutscene, and even with its mouth closed it has a neutral expression, so it smiling actually means something, and considering the context, it’s obvious what the devs wanted us to take from it: Khezu likes killing. It enjoyed the prospect of swallowing that monster whole while it was still alive and struggling, which means that this is the first monster I’ve talked about that we can definitively say is evil rather than just an animal. Rather fitting for a living nightmare, I would say. And if you thought all that was disturbing, I have some...unfortunate news. I hope you aren’t eating anything right now, ‘cause this next part is just gross.

Y’know how some wasps lay their eggs inside other bugs so the eggs have incubation they can eat when they hatch? Well, uh...Khezu do that, too. And they’re hermaphrodites that, from what I can gather, don’t need to mate, so any adult Khezu is capable of injecting another monster with its “whelps” (not saying that Khezu are always “pregnant,” just saying that any of them can be). And you know the really crazy part? After everything I said about Khezu, there are still people in the MH world that tame them and keep them as pets. Why would you want to have a slimy, flabby, sadistic, parasitoid, 14-to-40-foot abomination as a pet!? God, people are so freaking weird.

EDIT (05/07/2021): My older brother reminded me that I forgot about one of the odder aspects of Khezu; when you enter a fight with a Main Monster, its battle theme plays (don’t know if every monster has a unique theme, but several do, to my knowledge), but Khezu has no theme to speak of. I don’t know if this is true in every game, or even if it was intentional at first, but it’s still both funny and eerie at the same time. There’s no background music until you get in a fight, so if you somehow tick off a Khezu without seeing it, then it can sneak up on you. “But Zaph, the moment a monster enters ‘fight mode,’ it roars! So the Khezu will give away its position!” See, you’d be right about that if it wasn’t for the fact that, according to TV Tropes at least, Khezu’s roar sounds just like wind--howling wind, yes, but wind all the same. I don’t know if there’s any howling wind SFX in the areas where Khezu live, so for all I know you’ll still be able to identify it in a hurry, but just imagine what that’s like in-universe! Imagine that you’re walking around in the Frost Islands or something and hear a chilling wind from out of nowhere. Unless you’re an experienced hunter, you’d likely have no idea if that was a Khezu or not, so you wouldn’t know if it’s too late to run or not, or even if you should run at all. Going back out of universe, the details I just described are very nice touches to a monster that was already horrifying in behavior, so I’m bumping the score here up from the 7 I initially gave it to 8/10.

Abilities: All of the “Flying Wyverns” I’ve talked about so far have had a lot of trouble with the whole “flying” part, and Khezu are no exception; they’re better at it than Diablos and Gravios, but they still need to flap really frantically to stay in the air. They’re great at jumping, though, and their gecko-like feet allow them to scale walls and stick to ceilings, something that their tails also allow them to do. Khezu are Thunder-element monsters capable of discharging electricity in a manner of ways, including shooting balls of it from their mouths and emitting it all around their bodies. Since Khezu like to spend time around water, their attacks are even more dangerous, as everything near them will likely be wet and therefore more conductive. This also applies to Khezu themselves, which may be why they stick their tails onto the ground before discharging electricity; they ground themselves so that they don’t shock themselves. Finally, Khezu saliva is very dangerous; we don’t know if it’s electric or acidic, but anything that gives off smoke when it touches something probably isn’t good for your health, which is why owning a pet Khezu is so dangerous; their drool can literally kill you. 7/10.

Equipment: Most Khezu weapons are as interesting as you’d expect them to be, considering the monster they’re made from. Most of them have a horror aesthetic, like this Great Sword called the Khezu Shock Sword:

I just noticed that the skin is actually stretched over the blade, rather than being what the blade’s attached to. Gross, but I never expected Khezu weapons to look pretty. There are also weapons which emphasize the monster’s electric aspect, like this Gunlance called the Full Voltage:

It still has Silent Hill vibes due to its “rusty hospital” aesthetic, and looking at it long enough reveals little details it inherited from Khezu. Speaking of hospitals, there are a couple of weapons based off of syringes, such as the Khezu Syringe, which is a Light Bowgun, and a Lance from MHFG that’s literally a giant hypodermic needle, but I didn’t want to show those off in case they triggered anyone with needle phobia. The last weapon I’m gonna show will be very familiar to those of us who’ve played the Rise demo a lot: the Insect Glaive known as the Bolt Chamber!

I like the green tube running from the sac between the blade and the shaft of the glaive; according to the Bolt Chamber’s in-game description, it uses that “pulsating device” to steal energy from its targets. If you mentioned that to me before I grabbed its image for this review, I probably would have asked how it did that. If you then pointed out the mouth at the glaive’s end, I would have thanked you for cursing me with the knowledge of its existence. Seriously, I’ve used this thing probably more than 20 times, and until I saw this render, I never noticed that. As for the armor, here’s the Blademaster Khezu Armor from MHGU:

The male armor here is almost identical to the one from Rise--which sadly doesn’t have any pictures on the wiki yet--and yes, it does look like the main character from Assassin’s Creed. The female armor, on the other hand, looks almost like a nurse’s outfit, especially with that metal thing on the woman’s head with the cross. The more I look at this equipment, the more I feel like they wanted people to think of Silent Hill, and if so, that’s pretty cool. I’ve got another armor set to show you; the Gunner version of the Khezu R Armor from MHGU:

Jesus, is this an armor set or a medical emergency? I can’t imagine bandages are very effective at protecting your body from physical damage, but thankfully it looks like most of them are just covering actual armor...meaning that the people who designed this stuff in-universe wanted the people wearing it to look like they were in an accident. Not sure I get why, but I’m not here to--actually, I am here to judge, so never mind; it’s gross. Also the female set has Khezu mouths as arm coverings, which is someone’s fetish, I’m sure. The equipment as a whole is macabrely interesting (TIL that macabrely is a real word) and calls to mind a fascinating horror game franchise, so 8/10.

Final Thoughts and Tally: I figured that Khezu was gonna be interesting, but I didn’t know how far the devs would take the horror theming. Everything about this monster is creepy; it looks disturbing, it acts even worse, and its equipment makes me feel like I need a tetanus shot just from looking at it. But that’s not at all a bad thing...unless you’re really squeamish, in which case you were likely cringing this whole review. I’d apologize, but you made the choice to stick through ‘till the end. 8/10.

[browncoatparadox]

That’s the Highway That’s the Best

The Murderbot discord talked about a modern road trip AU for MB & ART and I ended up writing 1.7k when I was supposed to be doing homework. Title from “Route 66″ because why not.

I’m travelling across the desert in my van and I am completely and utterly bored. The radio cut out a couple miles back, and I’ve listened to every CD in here with Iris about a thousand times. I would look over some of the data I’ve collected, but I need to keep my eyes on the road even though there’s no one else around. The only thing that adds any variety is the occasional interesting rock formation, which doesn’t really catch my attention. I’m not a geologist, and even if I was stopping to study these would only make this trip take even longer. I sigh as I adjust my mirrors for something, anything to do, and see another figure by the road. This one’s closer, almost on the pavement itself. I idly wonder how long it’s been there. Was the road built next to it, or was it deposited later? It takes me an embarrassingly long time (about five seconds) for me to realize that the rock is moving. Specifically, it’s holding out a thumb and waving with its other arm. A hitchhiker, out in the middle of the desert, absolutely covered in dust, wearing a battered backpack and an irritated expression.

I pull up. This person doesn’t look like much of a threat, and even if they are I can take care of myself. That’s why my parents let me do the four-day drive back to the University on my own. Well, that and the fact that they were busy with some of their… “extracurricular” activities. I roll down the window, taking in the figure before me.

“I need to get to RaviHyral,” the person says, and- holy shit. Upon closer inspection they’re tiny. I know I’m big, but this kid looks like they weigh less than a helium balloon. They’ve clearly been out here for a while, drenched in sweat and sand. There’s a bandage wrapped around their leg, and their long hair drapes over their eyes. In short, they look like someone’s who’s had a rough time lately. They look me over skeptically, glancing each way as if they’re checking for someone else. I’d know better than anyone that, at least in the direction I’m coming from, I’m all they’ve got if they want to get out of the sun.

“Hop in,” I say, unlocking the passenger door. The kid slinks in, hugging their backpack close as they buckle their seatbelt. I reach into the back and rummage for a water bottle. When I turn my focus back, the kid’s hunched against the door. They shake their head when I offer them the bottle, pulling a canteen out of their bag. I shrug and turn the engine back on, sighing as I feel the air conditioning kick in. The kid exhales a bit as well (and I should probably call them something else, but there’s no way they’re older than me and it’s not like I know anything about them). The van starts moving back down the road, and I look over at my passenger.

The kid puts on headphones and starts listening to… something. If I really focus, I can make out music, something melodramatic, and people talking over it. I’m concentrating so hard on trying to make out the words that I don’t realize I’m leaning towards the kid until the kid shoves me. The kid glares. I glare back. The kid shrinks into the seat. Fuck. I didn’t mean to do that.

“What are you listening to?” There, hopefully that will clarify my curiosity. And make it so that I’m not just sitting in silence again, but this time with a mystery right next to me.

The kid says, “Episode 373 of The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon. The colony supervisor…”  The kid’s voice trails off. “It’s kind of complicated. If you want to listen, I could put on a new show? Then we could start from the beginning?”

I nod enthusiastically, rummaging through the compartment in front of me for an aux cord. If the kid doesn’t want to talk, then at least I’ll have something new to listen to. I hand it to the kid, who plugs it into their battered iPod and presses play for something labelled as Worldhoppers. A bombastic horn flourish plays out, and I notice the kid start to relax as the characters begin to talk. It quickly becomes less of a concern to me, though, because apparently the kid has fantastic taste in media. The kid smiles a little when I look at them after the credits roll. “Next episode?”

We listen to four episodes of Worldhoppers in between where I picked up the kid and the nearest gas station. I pull over, enjoying the chance to stretch my legs. The kid sits on the hood of the car, legs kicking, as I go to refill the tank. “So, what are you doing in fuck-knows-where, ART?”

“Art?” I ask. I have no idea where that could have possibly come from.

The kid shrugs. “Short for Asshole Road Tripper. You didn’t give me your name.”

I wince a bit. In my defense, I’m not used to introducing myself to people. Most of the people I hang out with have known me since I was adopted, and those that don’t have talked to Iris first. Anyways, it’s not like they’ve given me their name either. “ART works. Just don’t talk about me with binary pronouns- it/its preferably, but if you’re uncomfortable with that they/them is fine.”

The kid startles a little bit, opens their mouth like they’re going to ask a question, and then shuts it again. I’m hoping that means that they aren’t going to start anything with me over my gender. Good. I’d hate to kick out the kid in the middle of the desert, even if they didn’t have what was quickly turning into my favorite show. I give the kid five dollars to get something to eat while I wait by the van. If they want to ditch me, they can. Even with the shelter of the gas station, they’re miles from RaviHyral and night’s coming. I doubt the kid’s going to want to be out when it starts to get cold, especially with the shorts that they’ve been wearing.

The kid comes back. I pretend not to notice them pocketing the change. They scramble into their seat as I close the fuel tank. By the time I settle into place, the intro to Worldhoppers is already playing. I turn the ignition, patting the wheel as my van rumbles to life, and head back onto the road.

The sun sets. I roll down my window and look out at the sky, even though the air has become frigid. I love the stars out here. They’re the best thing about the desert, so close that I can almost touch them. The kid looks out too, eyes widening as they take in the Milky Way splayed above us. It almost feels like flying through space, like my van is a starship travelling between worlds instead of a beat-up camper travelling to a nowhere mining town.

We ran out of episodes an hour ago. The kid had put the finale episode back on after we finished it (which I, for one, greatly appreciated, considering the sheer amount of chaos in that episode), but now we’re just sitting together in silence.

“How’d you end up out here?” I’ve been thinking about this in between Worldhoppers episodes, and while I have a hypothesis of my own I want to know what the kid’s going to say.  

They hesitate for a moment. “The last car I was in broke down. I ended up going ahead while the driver waited for a tow truck.”

I look at the kid. “I meant before that.”

They grimace. I think about the news alert that was on the radio right before the signal began to deteriorate, about a group of scientists who had found traces of radioactive waste during their biological survey, and a local teen who had helped them find evidence linking the materials to the GreyCris Mining Corporation. About how said local teen had disappeared after being checked out from the hospital, having been shot by GreyCris’s guards.  

The kid sighs, and explains the story. It lines up with what I know. I notice that they don’t mention the injury on their leg, but decide not to push it now. I’ve got a full medical kit in the back that I can use to fix it up when we stop for the night. 

I’m really not liking the situation. I didn’t like it earlier, when I just thought they might be a kid travelling alone through the desert. I ignore the part of me that points out that I’m technically also a kid travelling alone through the desert. My family knows, if not specifically where I am, my general itinerary, and they know that I can look out for myself. Plus, I’ve got a van. This kid has no one, and it sounds like they may be in the kind of trouble that my family can help with. If they need a new identity, a place where they can hide from GreyCris, I can help with that.

I don’t want to press them, but I’m this close to passing by RaviHyral and taking them back to the University with me.

“What do you need to do in RaviHyral?” I ask. I’m not planning on leaving them there alone. If they’re just headed to the nearest town, I can take them somewhere safer.

The kid looks at me, really looks, their eyes taking in everything about me and tallying it all up in their head. They make some sort of mental calculation, nod to themselves, and take a shaky breath.

“I need to find one of my old foster homes,” they say quietly. “I need to figure out what happened to me there.”

My brain runs through all of the possible meanings of that statement. This kid isn’t trying to hide their identity. They’re trying to find it.

Fuck it. My family won’t be too upset if I show up a few days late.

[agoddamn]

I’m also a little ??? at this whole ‘30’s reel announcer intro thing. It’s very…distinct, but it feels weird to just throw me past a bunch of interesting stuff, like the actual discovery of the signal. This is much more a taste-based complaint than my other remark about story structure, I admit. Just…it makes it feel very clear that the writing priorities are Flashy Action above story.

Another episode of the Clone Wars with no clone content.

WE EVANGELION NOW

I’ve read a lot of fic about Mortis and nobody mentioned that it was an octahedron

So Obi-Wan has that Open Circle logo on his vambrace, but Anakin doesn’t

why does this feel so much like a Star Trek TOS episode

“landed on a mystery planet and there’s a bunch of gods here I guess, whattup Abraham Lincoln”

oddity: she introduces herself as “Daughter” , no article, but the others are “The Father”/”The Son”

If I were in Anakin’s position I would have assumed that she’s immune to rocks tbh. Bitch is glowing, reality is running in fast-forward. I assume she’d be able to handle rocks

Is this the first we’ve seen of Ahsoka dual-wielding or is my memory bad?

smh Ahsoka, short sabers are a massive DPS loss that aren’t worth the additional to-hit bonus. It’s so much easier to get additional to-hit buffs via gear or feats than it is to get additional damage, girl!

“Whoever I’m looking for is in that monastery”

this is such an “I read the script” line lmao he knows nothing about this planet except that its physical features do not adhere to the standard definition of reality, why would a tall building be more relevant than anything else? I mean, it’s an assumption that’s very IC for Anakin, I’m not criticizing that. Just. It’s funny.

i put on my robe and wizard hat.jpg

this mf straight out of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice

…are this guy’s theatrics even necessary? Aside from like, one Mace Windu line I don’t think anyone’s vocally doubted Anakin being the Chosen One

>Obi-Wan straight going 'bullshit’ and drawing his saber on ghost Qui-Gon

that’s my man

I like how Qui-Gon is rendered here (NOSE.jpg) but his voice feels…off. Which is funny, cos I believe this is actually Liam Neeson? lol

holy SHIT, they rendered a blanket. Really breaking the budget for Anakin here

I dunno man, it just feels bizarre and unnecessary to me to represent the Force, something that has specifically never been gendered or anthropomorphized as a single person, as three white people. You can split hairs about how they’re not technically the Force and “only” super-powerful Force beings, but come on. Narratively you are supposed to be taking them as Force Avatars, not a bunch of random assholes high on power. They sure feel like a bunch of random assholes to me, but I’m a mean person

Do you get it. Do you get the joke. Do you get that he’s The Father because Anakin has no father. That is the joke.

GIANT MONTRALS

Do Shaak Ti’s lekku do that awkward thing in profile of dangling over her boobs like this older Ahsoka here? If they do, I don’t recall. Maybe it just looks less odd on her because she’s wearing robes

I really can’t divine the intent, the purpose of this writing, why these people are here, their goals. Narratively or in-universe.

Like, this guy says that he can only CONTROL his children on this planet, and…what does that mean. Are they not sentient? Are they sentient and he just doesn’t believe that? Anakin doesn’t even question the need to control his children (which is, again, very Anakin, but useless to us from an information perspective)

There’s a couple beats of the Imperial March around this guy’s “and a prison” line

Ah yes, so this is where we get that headass “balance is dark AND light” take. I would like to mulishly submit that these are just random, pretentious assholes buying their own bullshit.

“when news reached me that the Chosen One had been found…”

Hang on hang on hang on

You get, like…physical news? I thought you were connected to the Force or some shit. You leech space wi-fi? You steal the neighbor’s papers? Because you’re about ten years late on the whole “Chosen One found” thing and if you’re so hax powerful connected to reality whatever, it’s very weird to me that you’re this dated in your news. I guess this could be a “we perceive time differently because we’re a million years old” thing, but it’s just odd

So far Mortis is a bizarre blend of literal and metaphorical/symbolic in a way that I’m having trouble parsing. Like, The Son’s big fancy plan was just dumping rocks on a bitch on this reality-bending octahedron

LITERALLY if you’re some kind of Force spirit why don’t you just fucking know whether or not Anakin is the Chosen One. Tick of evidence in my “just random pretentious assholes” column

Obi-Wan calls this planet “herself”

stupid-ass fucking regular yin-yang in goddamn incomprehensible space aliens God I hate this so much

“release the guilt and free yourself by choosing [who lives and who dies]”

That…seems like complete gibberish and another tick in my “pretentious asshole” column but whatever, I’ll buy that you believe it

Is it that impressive to lift creatures that already fly?

“it’s symbolic (caw)” note: yin-yang is now completely black

Looks like there’s…constellations in the ring above the arena? There’s a crane in the low-angle shot of Obi-Wan

“It has been foretold that the Chosen One will keep my children in balance!”

By who? When? Is this dude supposed to be so delusional and drunk on power that he’s convinced himself that he IS the Force and that’s why nothing here lines up with greater Force lore?

I really think this guy is just a delusional asshole

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Let’s Face the Music & Dance

Part One: There May be Trouble Ahead 

A/N: Alright. Here. We. Go. Got your dancin’ shoes? John is makin’ moves. (Quote in bold taken from Much Ado About Nothing) 

*read the intro here*

Warning: um... narrowly avoided vehicular manslaughter? 

Word Count: 3,492

The air rushed past his face chilling the skin of his cheeks beneath the leather trimmed goggles that he wore as he sped down the open country roads. His carefully slicked back hair had blown free only a few kilometers into the trip, loose strands trailing down and back over his ears. I can’t believe that… He tightened his grasp on the handles, pushing the limit on the speed as he pushed the thought from his mind. The truth was that he could believe, he did believe that his mother thought so little of him. She’d made it quite clear where she placed blame and where she placed expectations. And the former far outweighs the latter, so… He sniffed, his nose red from the cold air and from the way Veronica’s cold comments stung at his eyes. So this is how it has to be. 

He hadn’t planned to make the trip down to Oxford all in one go, nor had he planned to leave home that day. But I couldn’t stay, not after… Trees blurred into countryside, rolling hills and pastures full of sheep flying by as John left everything he knew behind him in hopes that he could make something new of himself; something successful and worthy of rehabilitating the Whittaker name. Worthy of showing everyone that they were wrong about me. He tucked away as much of the hurt that his mother’s words and decisions had caused him as he could, stuffing it into the emptiness that the dissolution of his marriage had left him feeling. It won’t do any good to dwell...to continue to...to wallow. 

After Larita and his father absconded from the estate in a flurry of shattered statuary and broken hearts, John hadn’t come down from his room for nearly a week. He’d quickly realized that while he did love her, and he was sure that she had loved him- at least while we were together in Monaco- the two were about as unlikely to last as ice cream on an August afternoon. There were too many differences, too many areas of their lives that were complete and utter mismatches. But still, the fact that he’d taken her hand and taken the leap only to end up on the ground alone was… lonely, I felt...I felt alone. He’d thought that being married, having a wife, being her husband, would mean that he’d never have to feel that way, and certainly not so soon after taking that leap did he expect to crash. It wasn’t that he missed Larita. It was that he felt as though he had failed himself by grabbing the wrong hand. 

But shortly after he’d realized that it wasn’t her absence that was causing the ache in his chest but the connotations of that absence, John started to come back to himself. His mother, it seemed, had already gotten past the pain of her own crash, likely before she’d even hit the ground, and he was hurt all over again by the fact that he was alone in feeling alone. The truth, as he’d learned, was that not only had Veronica made peace with the fact that her marriage hadn’t been what it once was for a very long time, she’d also made peace with selling even more of their property to a banker named Harold Roberts, and marrying Hilda off to his son Walter. It was an attempt to keep what little they had left, but it was an attempt that excluded John completely. While Marion seemed content to be overlooked, believing, as Veronica had always said, that marriage would never be the route that she went down, John on the other hand, felt as though the rug had been pulled from beneath him. 

It was no use fighting with his mother once she made her calculating mind up, though, and so he chose to go on with his plan regardless of the other that was hatching. Phillip Hurst, in his own attempt to try to make something meaningful of his life, had decided to attend Oxford University, and John had decided to join him. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d study, or where it might take him, but he knew that it was a much better plan than waiting around to make another dangerous leap. He spent the rest of the trip from Nottinghamshire ruminating on what courses he might take, on what knowledge he might gain. Phillip had chosen to study Literature, which to John made sense, as his friend had always had a flair for the dramatics, but sitting still and reading for hours on end was not something that John could see for himself. Still, Phillip had been supportive of John’s choice to enroll in University, quoting Shakespeare in a telegram that John supposed was meant to be comforting. “Everyone can master grief but he that has it… so leave it behind and join me!” 

Four hours since leaving the home he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to call his again, John Whittaker arrived in Oxford, England. He pushed the goggles up onto his forehead to get a better view of the city and of the buildings that constituted the University. Feeling better, if only for the moment, he took a deep breath and allowed himself to feel hope for the first time since he watched his wife and father exit his life. This is… I’m really… 

But before he could fully enjoy the feeling or the moment, a young woman was shouting as she leapt out of the way of his bike. Taking his eyes off the road to appreciate his new situation had caused him to veer slightly off course, sending him careening towards the walkways. Oh! Quickly turning the handles, he narrowly avoided crashing into the woman, though he hadn’t avoided the bush right beside her, ending up halfway into the greenery before he could stop. Right. Well. I’m here. 

“Would you watch where you are going? You nearly knocked me over there with your carelessness! Who even…” You’d dropped your books when you’d had to jump from his path, your skirt twisting around and your top askew. 

What? I...Oh, I… “I’m sorry, I’m so…” He pulled the motorbike out of the bush and bent down to pick up one of your dropped texts, handing it back to you as a page fluttered out onto the ground. “Are you alri-” You snatched it back from him with one hand, the other pulling at your clothing to fix it back into place. 

“No, I am not alright! As I said, sir-” 

“It’s John, actually, John Whittaker, and I’m very-” 

“As I said, John, you nearly knocked me over with your,” you gestured at his motorbike with the book, “your ridiculous cycle here, and I-” 

“But you aren’t hurt, are you?” He asked as he stepped towards you, the sincerity in his eyes clearer than the embarrassment. He looked you over quickly scanning your elbows, your face, the small amount of skin that was visible beneath the hem of your skirt. She’s not bleeding, I don’t see any-

You blew out a breath in a huff and shook your head. “No, I’m not hurt, but you should… You need to be more cautious.” 

Nodding profusely, he agreed. “You’re right, I should be more careful, it was foolish of me not to pay more attention.” You seemed to be expecting him to disagree and were caught off guard by the lack of fight he put up, your sharp eyes softening the smallest amount. “Can I… do you need any help or… can I walk you to wherever it is you were going?” The soft look vanished as one eyebrow shot up, but before you could open your mouth to protest his forwardness, he continued. “I don’t mean to be forward, I only want to make sure that you’re truly not hurt. It seems the least that I can do after, well after,” he tilted his head towards the motorbike, a broken branch of leaves sticking in the spokes of the front wheel. “After I almost ran you down, Miss..?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you tried to decide what his intentions might be. I only want to make sure that I don’t leave my mark on your life like I do everywhere I go. Blowing out another breath through your nose as you fixed your sleeve, you told him your name, which he repeated in his mind immediately, not ignoring the fact that he liked the way it sounded. No, don’t start that now, that’s not why you’re here. “Um… no, I, er…” you nodded curtly. “I’m alright, John, and I need to be going now or I’ll be late to my study group. Just...just be more careful, and keep your tires on the road, will you?” With that, you turned and kept walking down the path you’d been on before he’d disrupted your day. 

“Excellent first impression on Oxford, Whittaker!” Phillip’s voice called from across the street, and John turned to see his friend ambling towards him with a laugh lifting his cheeks and lighting his face. “If you’re done running down students, why don’t you pull that heap of rubbish out of that bush and follow me, I’ll show you to the dormitories. 

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A few days after moving into the dormitory hall, John decided to use the last remaining days before formal instruction began to familiarize himself with his new surroundings, striding out into the early autumn sunshine and strolling the paths. Not two minutes into his walk, he found you, walking the same path he’d run his vehicle up onto the day before. What are the odds? Wanting to ensure that you were still alright after what had happened, he crossed the road, waving one arm as he called your name. 

You turned, an unsure look on your face as your name hit your ear that vanished the second you saw him, replaced with a slightly exasperated expression. “Oh, it’s you, the motorbike man.” 

The motorbike man? He shook his head. Not important. “H-how are you? Are you still...are you alright?” He blinked as he looked you over, suddenly aware of the way that you were looking at him. Oh, she’s… 

“Yes, I’m alright.” You raised one hand towards the road. “No one has tried to run me down yet today, and since you’re here and your cycle is not, I presume that I’m safe. For now.” You nodded. “Now, If you’ll excuse me, I do have an appointment with my advisor and so-”

Oh! She’s a student? She- “So you… you study here then? You’re a student?” John’s eyes flicked from your face to the imposing structure that you were walking towards, its chimneys looming above the brick building. 

“Well aren’t you brilliant?” Your teasing answer came from the corner of your lips as you continued to walk along as though John wasn’t trying to have a conversation with you. 

Brilliant? That’s the last- “Brilliant? Oh, no, I think that-”  

“No?” Turning to face him, you brushed your hair back behind your ear, and John couldn’t help but notice the way that the skin at the corner of your eye scrunched as you looked over at him.  “You aren’t brilliant then?” 

Not if you ask- “Well, not if you ask-”   

Cutting him off, you adjusted the small stack of books that you were carrying. “I’m asking you, Jack, is it?” 

“It’s,” he gestured to himself. “It’s John, actually.” 

“Yes,” you winked at him. “That’s right. John. John Whittaker.” Yes, that’s me, she remem- “John Whittaker, the man who nearly knocked me off my feet with his motorbike just the other day.” You’d stopped walking, pausing at the corner to wait for a baker’s delivery truck to trundle slowly through the intersection. 

The smell of still warm, freshly baked loaves wafted through the air, reminding John that it had been nearly a full day since he’d eaten anything. His empty stomach rumbled loudly to confirm that, par for the course, nothing since he’d left home the previous day had gone as he had hoped it might. The echo of his mother’s words tumbled in his ear, but he shook his head to empty it, returning his attention to you. “That was...well it was…” The truck passed through the intersection, turning a corner, and you promptly began crossing the road. He stepped off of the curb, crossing just behind you. A cool breeze swept some leaves about your feet and ruffled the hem of your skirt, adding to the clipped click of your heels on the hard road. The image of you sprawled across the street, books strewn about and your elbows scraped flashed quickly through his mind, but he blinked it away. That’s not what happened, only what could have happened. A small frown pulled his lips downward as he thought about the trouble he’d almost caused with his carelessness. Catching up to you, he stepped onto the sidewalk at the same instant that you did, speaking your name with such earnest apology in his tone that you actually faced him with a hint of sympathy in your eyes. “I’m sorry. What happened yesterday was boorish of me and, well, well I only wanted to say that I’m glad that you weren’t hurt. And if there’s anything that-” 

“John.” You pressed your rouged lips together before letting them slide into a slight smile. It wasn’t a joyous expression, or one of surprised excitement, but it changed the light in your eyes, softened the hard outer shell that he suspected was necessary as a female student at Oxford. He wasn’t prepared, though, for the way that it felt to hear you speak his name and know that after it had left your lips, they curved into that small smile. A small breath escaped his lungs, and suddenly he felt much warmer than the autumn temperature should allow. “I was only teasing you. I know you didn’t mean to barrel through that crosswalk on that...thing of yours.” A short burst of air from your nose served as an amused little laugh and you shook your head, John watching as your lips curved upwards a little more. “You have nothing to apologize for.” You held up one finger, shifting your books in your arms. “Yet.” The smile turned smirkish as you turned and continued walking.

Instantly, the phantom guilt from what almost happened dissipated, and where he first felt uncertainty about where he stood with you, he was invigorated with new hope. For what? I’m not… I didn’t come all this way just to… It was even hard to think it, but he forced himself to, if for no other reason than that he deserved to give himself a fair chance at this endeavor, and not allow himself to fall quickly into something that would derail that chance. I didn’t come all this way just to replace Lari. Having passed, the thought that seemed difficult proved itself to be unnecessary as he realized that even though he’d not known you more than a collective twenty minutes, you were nothing like his ex-wife. “Well, I hope to continue that streak of having no need for apologies then.” 

“Is that so?” He nodded. “To what end?” 

“To what..? To what end? Well, to the end of…” Think, Whittaker, and fast. “Well perhaps to the end of studying together some time.” It sounded like a suggestion or a line and he knew it thought it truly wasn’t, but luckily your temporary suspension of teasing remained in place. 

“You want to study with me, John?” You raised an eyebrow as you began walking again. 

“Well, yes. I mean, that is to say, if you don’t-” 

“Do you even have any idea what courses I am here to study?” The smirk still hadn’t left your face and he was beginning to forget the way your tight frown looked in favor of this more relaxed demeanor. “Do you even have any idea of what courses you’re here to study?” 

“Well, of course I know what I’m here to study,” he answered quickly without actually answering. He confidently imagined you seated at a piano, and could almost hear the comments you would make on The Mona Lisa. Yes, Arts & Music, I’m almost certain. “And if I were to guess, I’d say that you are enrolled in the-”   

“Philosophy, actually,” you tossed your correction of his assumption over your shoulder, where it bounced with your curls and hit him smack in the face. His eyes grew even wider, mouth dropping open as yours scrunched to the side in a failed attempt to contain your burst of laughter. “Not at all what you were expecting, I presume.”  

John quickly shook his head, closing his gaping mouth and hurrying toward the sign post, grabbing onto it and swinging himself around so that he was next to you once more. “Not, not what I was expecting.” He pushed the loose strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face back over the crown of his head. “It's only that,” letting go of the sign post, he stuck both hands in his pockets and focused on keeping stride with you down the sidewalk. Since I can’t seem to keep stride with the conversation. 

You turned, raising one eyebrow and tilting your chin. “It’s only that?” Pausing long enough to make him sweat but not long enough to let him answer, you continued. “It’s only that women don’t-”  What? No, I… “It’s only that we should only be allowed to study certain-“ 

Once again, John scrambled ahead of you, his head shaking furiously from side to side. “No.” He gestured with his hands, crossing them in front of his body before sweeping them out to his sides, and while you had let out an exasperated breath, your eyes rolling as you did, he was glad to see the hint of a smile pulling at your lips again. That’s a relief. Come now, don’t mess it all up, John. “It’s only that Philosophy… well it sounds so,” Your smile turned slightly more amused as it climbed up into your cheeks as you started walking again. John followed closely at your heels. “Well It’s only that Philosophy sounds so dull.” He could tell that it was the wrong thing to say, yet nonetheless there the words hung in the crisp air.  

But before he could worry that he’d offended you yet again, you laughed, the sound light and clear. “Dull?” You asked, “tell me, sir,” it’s John, you know my name is J- “What is dull about learning how to think intelligently about the world in which we live?” 

I hadn’t thought of it that way. “I only meant-“ that you aren’t dull...you aren’t dull at all and-

“You only meant that-“ 

“I only meant,” John stepped around in front of you again, standing directly in your path. “That you don’t seem to be the type of person who likes to be told how to think.” 

You regarded him for a few seconds longer than you had yet to, and he could feel your eyes weighing his. “That is the first correct assumption that you’ve made about me so far, John Whittaker, and it is precisely why I choose to study the classics, the great thinkers.” John cocked his head to the side, brow wrinkling questioningly, not quite following your reasoning. “I want to know how others have looked at the world, so that I can look and form my own opinions. I want to…” You blew out a breath, shaking your head and finally breaking eye contact to stare at the buckle of your shoe as you scuffed the sole across the cobbled walkway. 

“You want to...what?” He dipped his chin to find your eyes again, bringing them back up with his own. 

“I,” But the rest of your sentence was drowned out by the tolling of enormous bells, announcing the hour. You gave a startled gasp, eyes widening. “I have to go, John or I’ll be late to meet with my advisor.” Chewing your lip, you hesitated before spinning away from him. “If you…” If I? You inhaled quickly and finished the rest with that breath. “If you’d really like to study together, meet me in the library tomorrow at two o’clock.” John felt his whole face lift as he nodded. “And John?” You started walking backwards, still looking at him but heading towards the building that he presumed your meeting was in. 

“Yes?” 

“Don’t be late.” With that, you shook your head and laughed quietly, turning and picking up your pace, steps widening and quickening almost into a run. He stood on the cobbled pathway, students and other pedestrians milling about that he hadn’t noticed before, and watched as you disappeared through the brick archway. I won’t be. 

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[ninaxmikkelsen]

INTRO/BIO TW: MURDER & VIOLENCE.

nina mikkelsen. 26. florist. 

witness protection

her true identitiy was rose sondersby, that name seemed far off at this point, she hadn’t uttered it in years. as a child she grew up in a hostile environment and followed her mother’s directives to a tee. her mother, an intellect, refused to take any responsibility of being wrong under any circumstances; a narcissist, no surprise there. her father had never been in the picture, a fling, that had ended badly. so badly, that he was never even notified of her existence while she rested in her mother’s womb.

earlier that fateful summer, nina had been looking at some great universities and all seem to point towards a bright future for the young woman. that is, until she met a girl, that would flip everything around and shit went bad, real fast. now, nina had gained a bit of a reputation for being an intellect among her peers in the private school she attended and that’s where, valerie comes into the picture. so valerie was a troubled kid, deep into narcotics and generally a mess of human, yet she was incredibly kind and charming. she had approached nina with a request that wasn’t too unfamiliar to her, a fake ID. easy enough, but since valerie didn’t have means to pay, she offered her a something different; a friendship. an offer that nina couldn’t refuse, she had always been desperate for any type of connection, so of course, she agreed to those terms.

who knew that nina’s life would be completely torn apart with some black hair dye, some scissors and two detailed fake ID’s. now valarie had suggested a night out in an old nightclub called the flying horse in downtown chicago. anyone with a half a brain could do the research and know that this club had a strong affiliation with the russian mob, they had been largely responsible for the recent surge of violence and black market weapons in downtown chicago. however, the naive young girl just rolled with the punches and went along with valeria’s idea.

on that fateful night at the flying horse, it was all fun and shots at the bar. they danced, got intoxicated, loads of whooooing and just lived a little. then, he walked in. the most handsomely mysterious man that nina had ever laid her eyes on, illya petrov. his little puppy dog, alexi, followed behind when they entered. they were brothers, co-owners of the nightclub and of course, russian mobsters. alexi was very much a dumb dumb, kind of a creep and all together a pretty weird dude…. and well, valerie loooooved that about him. who would’ve guessed? now, whilst alexi and valerie were inseparable at this point in the night. they were frequently going to bathroom, presumably to do some illegal stuff. nina heavily intoxicated with her water clutched so tightly in her hands was desperately trying to sober up. that’s where illya comes into the picture, obviously the more intelligent of the two brothers, charming and so handsome, but also a very very very bad dude. they hit off, the talked, danced and ended up kissing. so by the end of the night, illya had nina wrapped around his little finger.

and here’s where it all goes down the shitter. alexi and illya had invited them to their house after the club had closed. while valerie jumped at this opportunity, nina had some reservation and protested against it. call it a gut feeling, she wanted to go home. also, she barely had the capacity of bambi on ice when it came to walking. swiftly, illya picked her up and loaded her into the backseat of the car with alexi and valerie in the front. in nina’s twisted mind, that to her felt kinda romantic. illya had stayed behind, taking care of some business, he said. dry heaving on the car ride over, she begged them to take her home, but no dice. as soon as they got there. it was business for them in the living room ( sex, they were having sex ), and the bathroom for nina, where she spent a good hour dry heaving and relieving herself on repeat. finally she found the strength to rise up, a little more sober than before and went out on the porch for some fresh air. she placed her shivering body on the cold wooden chair until she eventually passed out. after maybe two hours of drunken dreams, all of a sudden she jolted up, hearing a commotion in the living room where valerie and alexi were. illya had returned, accusing alexi of betrayal and selling him out the feds. as soon as nina peeked into the living room through the glass door, she witness illya put two bullets in alexi, then even before, valerie could scream, she was dead. an indescribable amount of panic set in, a truly sobering moment of realization that she was next and as illya ran upstairs in a frantic search for her, she climbed over the porch, jumped down and ran to the apartment complex down the street.

a frantic 911 call behind a dumpster later, she was safe or so she thought. the police arrived and took her statement at the station. it was the first solid witness against illya petrov that they had in years, notorious for executing anyone that dared to stand against him in court and unafraid to fire at law enforcement. the police were fully aware that this was a serious case of her protection. illya would stop at nothing to get to her. the original safe house had been compromised and two officers lost life in a brutal manner with nina narrowly escaping with her life. running through the dirt, rain and forest to get over to the neighboring police station. she was once again put under protection, the case of her protection was forwarded to the san amore sheriff’s department and she was helped to adopt a new identity as nina mikkelsen.

present time; nina has lived in san amore for 8 years in a small rustic house in the lanes. she loves the town, but is incredibly vary of getting attached or people snooping into her personal life, yet she wants connections and is getting a bit reckless. however, her priority is to survive and stand against illya petriv in trial when they catch him, if they ever catch him.

[hxneymalfxy]

a first for everything. [one]

summary: when you get accepted into hogwarts for a transfer year, you are beyond ecstatic. however, you soon find out a change in enviornment won’t be your only problem. draco malfoy, the most dramatic boy in your year, has been chosen to keep an eye on you throughout your entire year. what on earth could go wrong?

genre: angst, fluff,

word count: 2k

pairing: prefect!draco malfoy x ilvermorny!reader

part/s: intro // one // two // to be continued

tag-list: @drawlfoy (comment below if you’d like to be added!)

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Your first day had started in the worst way possible. Not only were you late to breakfast, but you barely had any time to eat since classes started at nine sharp. Here you were, thinking that adjusting to a new school would be as easy as plucking a flower.

You’d obviously underestimated everything. Luckily enough, Hermione was nice enough to help you find your way around. Well, at least she tried to help you. It was such a short encounter in the hallway that you weren’t even able to catch on to most of what she said. Add all of the loud voices and the shuffling of all of the students to the situation, and she was barely audible even though she stood right in front of you.

The moment she was no longer in your line of sight, you sighed heavily, ultimately giving up on ever finding where Flying lessons were going to take place. And that brings you to where you are now. All alone in the hallway, contemplating whether or not you should still go to your class or just wait it out at the library.

For Hogwarts having such a hefty fee, you’d expect there to be signs guiding you to your classes. Or for heaven’s sake, even just map! You glanced at your wrist watch to see that a full ten minutes had already passed since classes had started.

Great [Y/N], first day at Hogwarts and you’ve already messed it up.

Just when all hope seemed to be lost, you heard the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall calling your name. You smiled as you spun to face her, thanking whoever was up there for letting you run into her.

“Ms. [Y/L/N]! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” She exclaimed as her arm came up to wrap itself around your shoulders. “Quickly now, it’s urgent!” McGonagall said with determination set on her face.

“Er- Professor, where are we going? With all due respect, I really don’t want to be even more late to my first class.” You said as nicely as you could, trying to keep up with her fast pace.

“Oh nonsense, I’ll have you excused from the morning classes. Now quickly, we need to head to Dumbledore’s office.” She said, looking down at you with a warm smile.

Dumbledore’s office? Insane! You hadn’t even been here a week and you were already being summoned by the Headmaster himself! And worse, you didn’t even know why.

“Professor, may I ask why we’re going to Headmaster Dumbledore’s office? I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” You asked as calmly as you could, trying to tone down the panic in your voice.

At that McGonagall laughed in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the other on-going classes. “Oh of course not, dear. As for why we’re heading up, I think it’s best for Dumbledore to tell you himself.”

The both of you now stood in front a Phoenix statue, with a warm light gracing the top of it’s head. Professor McGonagall stepped in front of you and casted a short spell with her wand. She stepped back to your side and watched as the statue started to spin, revealing the set of spiraling stairs leading up to what you could only guess was Dumbledore’s office.

You were more nervous than ever, anxiously anticipating what was supposedly so important for you to skip your morning classes. You didn’t notice it, but your right foot had started tapping lightly on the stone ground trying to calm down your nervous jitters.

“Up you go [Y/L/N].” McGonagall said as her arm guided you to the spiraling steps. You started walking up, turning every few steps to see if McGonagall was still behind you.

Once at the top, she knocked twice before finally entering the room with you at her side.

“Headmaster, Ms. [Y/L/N] is here.” She announced as she urged you to walk up closer to his table.

Dumbledore looked up from his table, adjusting his glasses in the process. He flashed you warm smile, his eyes squinting once finally seeing you. “Ah, Ms. [Y/N]. Please, sit.”

Swallowing up your anxiety, you walked up the small platform where his desk stood. Before sitting however, you noticed that there was another person. Your eyes met who you realized was Professor Snape- only knowing who he was because of Harry and Ron’s ridiculous jokes about him the night before- who stood tall in his black attire. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, and acted as if you weren’t in the room at all.

You shook your head discreetly, trying to get yourself to focus on why you were here on the first place. Hastily, you take your seat on the tall maroon chair, awaiting what Dumbledore had to say.

“So [Y/N], how are you liking Hogwarts so far?” Dumbledore asked causally as he sipped on his cup of tea.

Was this what Dumbledore wanted to speak about? You wondered. If this was all he had to say, then this could’ve definitely waited until after classes.

Clearing your throat, you reply to his question. “It’s lovely here, Professor. Although, it is sort of a hassle getting around without any help.” You say embarrassingly with a slight smile forming on your lips.

Dumbledore chuckles at your response. “Oh I bet it is. Have none of your housemates tried to help you?” He asked in curiosity.

“Oh! Yes, Hermione Granger. She’s quite kind, actually.” You say reassuringly, not wanting the Headmaster to think lowly of your house. If anything, you were grateful that you were sorted into Gryffindor. If you were sorted into any other house, you weren’t sure if you’d get along with any of them. Especially Slytherin.

Dumbledore hummed in response, now fully averting his attention to Professor Snape.

“Severus, where is Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore asked as Snape groaned in annoyance.

You made a mental note to not get on Snape’s bad side. Although, that would be hard to live up to since he was head of Slytherin house. To keep yourself entertained while they conversed with each other, you played with the fabrics of your robes. Boring, but it was something to keep you from making a fool out of yourself.

“He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago, my apologies Headmaster.” Snape said in his deep voice. He kept his posture the same way, not moving a single inch. It made you wonder if the man ever blinked.

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak to you once more, the door opened. You looked over on the right side of the chair to see who it was. You wish you hadn’t.

There he stood, in all his glory, the same boy you had clumsily bumped into upon your arrival. You quickly whipped your head back to face Dumbledore. Your eyes were wide and your mouth was pressed into a thin line. Why in the world was he here?

Of all people to be in the same room in, it had to be him didn’t it? The universe definitely wasn’t on your side today. But then again, when has it ever been?

Your hands clasped each other, and you placed them on your lap as you contemplated making a run for the door.

“Mr. Malfoy, about time.” Dumbledore said, this time with less amusement in his voice. “Take a seat next to Ms. [Y/L/N] please.”

You swallowed hard, still slightly embarrassed for what happened the day before. He took the seat next to you, not acknowledging you at all. Did all Slytherins act this way? You kept your eyes on Dumbledore’s desk, trying to avoid having to speak to the blonde haired boy next to you.

“Now that you’re both here, let’s get to the situation at hand shall we?” Dumbledore said as he stood, making his way towards the front of his desk.

You could hear the Malfoy guy groan under his breath, clearly not wanting to be in this room any longer than you did.

“Now it’s no surprise that Ms. [Y/L/N] here is new. She’s obviously had trouble navigating her way around all of the halls. Not to mention the hassle she must go through adjusting to new lessons. That being said, I believe it’s best that she has someone to guide her.” He said as he looked down at the both of you, eyes alternating between yours and his.

Oh go no. He wasn’t gonna do what you thought he would do, would he? No, no he couldn’t. The both of you were from completely different houses, that could never work!

“Now Draco, I take it that you’re very proud of your Prefect position?” Dumbledore asked with curiosity laced in his sentence.

“Yes, but what does that have anything to do with the newbie over here?” He- Draco- said as his head made a gesture towards you.

Newbie? Excuse your pretentious ass. You thought quietly to yourself.

For the first time since last night, the both of you made eye contact. His face was painted with annoyance, clearly not wanting to engage any further. You crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows, not breaking your eye contact.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, ultimately ending the short stare down you had with Draco. He rolled his eyes and put his attention back on Dumbledore.

“It has been decided that you, Draco Malfoy, will help Ms. [Y/N] for the majority of her time here at Hogwarts.”

“What!?” You both yelled in unison.

You couldn’t believe it. There was no way in hell that you were going to let this happen. Merlin’s Beard, you barely knew the guy and now he was your babysitter for the rest of the school year?

“P-Professor, I really don’t think that’s necessary. I mean, I have my other housemates to help me out.” You said as convincingly as you could.

“Yeah what she said! And besides, I have more important things to do rather than be some babysitter.” Draco said, clearly angered to have Dumbledore speak lowly to him.

The guy was scary when he was angry, but it surprisingly didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would have. But that was besides the point! You and blondie clearly wanted nothing to do with each other, but Dumbledore seemed to see past this.

“All decisions are final. Now if you would, please help [Y/N] over here find her way. We don’t want her missing anymore of her classes now do we?” Dumbledore said.

There was no way you could change it now. Dumbledore was set on having Malfoy be your personal guide for the rest of the year. You let out a defeated sigh as he gestured for both of you to leave his office.

You could see Draco from the corner of your eye clearly pissed. He grabbed his bag and stormed to the door without waiting for you to collect your things. Hastily, you grab your bag and make your way to the door.

Before you could leave however, Dumbledore called out your name.

“Enjoy your stay at Hogwarts, Ms. [Y/N].” He said, and you sighed heavily not wasting anymore time to reply to him.

You ran down the spiral stair case, nearly out of breath as you tried to catch up to he guy you’d be glued to for the next year. He was already in the middle of the hallway when you reached the bottom of the staircase, and you ran to reach him.

“Hey, you couldn’t have at least waited for me?” You said once you finally reached him.

He groaned and turned to face you. His sudden movement startled you, causing you to stumble back a bit. “Oh I’m so very sorry your highness, is there anything else I should do for you?” He said with sarcasm laced in his voice. He rolled his eyes and continued to walk on about, not waiting for your response.

“Well it’s not like I wanted this to happen! Look if you could just help me find my way, then I’ll gladly leave you alone.” You said, trying to reason with stubborn boy in front of you.

At that he laughed. “And what makes you think that I’m actually going help you?”

Was he being serious right now? “Uh, because Dumbledore said so?” You replied with an obvious tone.

He laughed harder this time, stopping to put his hand on the wall for support. “Listen, if you think that I’m actually going to listen to that sorry excuse of a Headmaster, then you’re completely delusional.”

You looked at him in awe. This guy had his head so far up his ass that he genuinely thought he was above the Headmaster of the school! If anything, he was the delusional one.

“And for him to think that I would actually help some peasant like you-“ But Draco never got to finish his sentence.

You’d had enough of his tantrum, so you stepped forwards and pressed your finger into his chest, ultimately leaving him with his back against the cool, stone wall. It was barely 10AM, and here you arguing with some entitled jerk in the open hallway.

“What do you think you’re doing? I’ll have you know that my father will hear about this!” He said as he looked down on you. You looked up at the boy, shooting daggers at him with your stare.

“I really don’t give a damn if you tell your daddy or not, Draco! Now you either help me figure out a reasonable solution for the both of us, or I tell Dumbledore that you left me all alone, resulting in me missing all of my morning classes. You choose!” You said, not once breaking eye contact with him. Your finger was still jabbed into his chest, and your face was painted with such annoyance and anger that you wondered if you were going to be able to feel any other emotion ever again.

Tension was thick in the air. There was a long pause before Draco had finally huffed in defeat. “Fine, [Y/L/N]! I’ll go through with it. But don’t get used to it, newbie.” He replied.

You smiled in victory. You stepped back, allowing him to lead to your next class. He hit your shoulder as he walked forward, causing you to stumble a bit. You huffed and hurried over to the boy who yet again, hadn’t bothered waiting for you.

“Give me your schedule.” He said impatiently with his hand out.

You rummaged through your bag and finally found the paper scroll. Before you could even hand it to him, he quickly snatched it from your grip. He opened it and groaned in frustration.

“Oh bloody hell, how brilliant! We have all of our classes together.” He said as he threw your schedule back without even bothering to roll it up again.

You sighed, giving up on actually hearing some good news. “Perfect. Just perfect.” You said with as much sarcasm you could pack in that sentence.

You two continued to walk together, with him occasionally telling you to hurry up. The moment you two finally reached the classroom, he pulled you back before you could enter.

“I swear to Merlin [Y/L/N], if you mention this to anyone, you’re dead.” He said pointing his finger into your forehead. You quickly replied, swatting his hand away and rubbing your forehead where he had dug his finger into.

The both of you entered the classroom and separated from each other as quickly as you could. You walked up the opposite steps to the desks, taking a spot next to some Ravenclaw girl. You were glad to finally be rid of him, able to breathe properly again.

“Ms. [Y/L/N], Mr. Malfoy, how nice of the both you to finally join the rest of the class.” Professor Flitwick said, greeting the both of you with a cheery smile. You slid down in your seat in embarrassment, while Draco just rolled his eyes.

“Please turn your textbooks to page 267, we’ll be learning about the Summoning charm.” Professor a Flitwick announced.

You sighed once again, already tired from the hectic start of your morning.

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You sat at the Gryffindor table with your head in your arms, practically fighting with yourself to stay up. You were one of the first people at the table for supper, so you used your time to get a rest from the tiring day you’ve had.

Malfoy had basically drained all of the energy out of you. With him and his goons practically making fun of your mess ups, and him constantly criticizing you for not knowing the basics for each class.

It wasn’t your goddamn fault that Ilvermorny decided to cut most of the lessons! You closed your eyes, hoping and praying you could just vanish. Even just for a short moment.

You honestly, genuinely thought that this transfer year would be easy. But here you were, not even a week into the school year, already drained of energy. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt a hand on your back.

You popped up, not knowing that it was only Hermione. She sat next to you, a look of sympathy on her face.

“Bad day, huh?” She asked, already knowing the answer. You just nodded and smiled back at her.

“Hey, I’m sorry for leaving you alone this morning. I really did have to get to class.” She said, genuinely sorry for leaving you in the crowd of people.

“No Hermione, it’s fine. I just really need to eat and get to the dormitories as soon as possible.” You said as reassuringly as you could. She smiled and gave you a small hug. You hugged back, thankful for having someone like her keeping you sane.

The boys soon joined you two, happily greeting you as they sat down and piled food on their plates. The four of you shared how you day went- with you leaving out the part with Draco- and it put a smile back on your face.

Supper had ended, and you eventually made it back to the common room with the three of them by your side.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed. Thanks for tonight you guys.” You said with a small smile as they did the same, wishing you goodnight.

You left the trio and went up the stairs to the dormitories, quickly grabbing your night clothes and your toiletries. In the bathroom, you were finally able to get a good look of your self. Your hair looked disheveled as ever, and the bags under your eyes didn’t help you at all.

You got into the shower, hoping it would help wash away all of your problems. You closed your eyes, and let yourself get lost in the warmth of the water.

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You laid in bed, the covers up to your waist. As much as you wanted it, you just couldn’t sleep. The moonlight shown through the glass stained window, and you could here the faint howls of the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest.

You avert your eyes to the small picture frame on your dresser. You felt a small smile creep onto your face as you stared at the moving picture of your mom and dad holding baby you in their arms.

You’d never felt this homesick in your life. You made a mental note to send your parents an owl parcel at the end of the week, wanting to tell them that you were okay being all alone in this new school. Even if it was far from it.

You grabbed the Walkman that laid on your dresser and put your headphones on. You scrolled through your playlist of No-Maj- or as they call it here, Muggles- music and finally set on some random Queen song.

The beat of the music flowed through your ears, and you found yourself slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.

I’m ready for you, Hogwarts. Just you wait. You thought to yourself.

Sleep overtook your body in mere seconds, finally putting you to rest after such a long day.

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author’s note: hello again everyone! i really hope you all enjoyed the first part of AFFE. to be honest, my notes on this story is quite messy at the moment, but I will definitely find the time to organize them! i didn’t proof read this, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. i’ll try to edit them once i publish this chapter! also to set some things, this story will take place around the same time as the original timeline of the books (so therefore 90s)! i also haven’t added any warnings yet, because it’s a bit early into the series :)). anyways, please reblog or heart this story if you enjoy it! i’ll be updating frequently because of quaratine!

[rhyaxxyn]

INFINITE TANGENTS Character Intro

Part One: Protagonists

A Goddess Wishing to Run...

A God With a Lost Past...

A Girl Broken By War...

Their Stories Collide at the Beginning of the End.

Pandora and Quinn wanted nothing to do with the Nameless War between gods and humans from the beginning, but due to their remarkable abilities and the Natural Orders they represent in the universe they are seen as perfect fits for the fight. Decades later they are still working for opposite causes, each of them leading their people through the ongoing war. Quinn and Pandora find their lives suddenly colliding together after a rescue mission though, and Pandora has no choice but to keep the God of Stars around. She would usually be thrilled to have someone join her in the fight to unite gods and humans, but Pandora has a closet full of skeletons from her past. A past Quinn is unknowingly apart of. Now she must juggle her responsibilities as a leader and mentor while finding a way to keep the awakening demons in her head at bay. Loyalties whither and fear awakens in both Pandora and Quinn's life as the Nameless War approaches its tipping point. The only thing that might change it all is the truth, but Pandora can't decide what would be worse: to let the past fly free or watch the world burn.

Pandora always had a faint feeling she shouldn’t have stayed on Earth; not when humanity didn’t believe in the gods, nor when they finally did. But she stayed through it all, hiding amidst their masses, getting in trouble even when it was the last thing she meant to do. So when the Nameless War started, it only made sense that she was there for that too. 

Leading a colony of humans and gods at least keeps her distracted by a past that is a void to everyone who knows her in Domum Deorum, the city she created to harbor those who wanted to remain neutral to the war. That is until she meets Quinn, Omne’s infamous and dangerous skijic who also happens to be a friend from her shadowy past which he might reveal to the entire world, Might, if only he remembered it.

Quinn didn’t mean to become Omne’s General. He never wanted the position, but two years into his hesitant servitude to her she posed the question, and he, ready as always, saw a way to go behind her back. Now, decades into pretending to be her loyal general, sneaking innocent humans into safe havens, doing whatever he could to maintain the name skijic without being one.

Fifty-six years into the Nameless War he gets involved with Domum Deorum, a secret colony of humans and gods led by Pandora, the supposed Goddess of Nothing. Thrown into a side of the war he never knew existed, Quinn begins uncovering things about his past. A past he didn’t know he had. A past with Pandora.

Natia Genesis is the heiress to Genesis Point, but she is more of a slave to the whims of General Ophelia Serpentine who uses her for her skills in deitology. Perhaps she’d be happier to serve humanity if it weren’t for the fiery past Natia has with the Revolutionists.

Getting a very sudden and confusing commission, Natia begins working on a whole other level of mystery regarding the gods. Not to mention what she and her friends are doing is nothing but conspiring against the Revolutionist military and humanity. Natia just wants to finish her commission and run away forever, but when truth after truth is revealed, she is faced with the truest form of darkness she’s ever seen. The only question is, will she survive it?

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End Note:

This is something I wanted to recreate since I just came back! I’ll be posting a lot more tno content so if you’d like to be tagged let me know and I can happily add you to a tag list!

[komarto]

“Welcome to the Shadow Records!” (1/2)

I might have went overboard and wrote a fic to intro my OCs to the Hazbin Universe... with a spice of a reader insert! You can also find it on AO3

Summary: After falling into hell, you hired the I.M.P.s to take out your abusive ex. But they can’t seem to find him in the living world, so you have to visit the local information broker for their whereabouts.

Words: 2374

Tws: Implied/ referenced abusive and manipulative relationship, Implied/ referenced suicide

Luna: “Blitz!”

Blitzo: “Yes Luna?”

Luna: “Yeah, dispatch just came back and they can’t find the target.”

Blitzo: “What do you mean they can’t find the target?”

Luna: “They can’t find them in the living world.”

Blitzo: “Well, if they’re not in the living world, then it’ll mean they’re dead. And with all the shit that the customer says that they’ve done to them, very terrible by the way, they would most likely end up here in hell. And frankly, that’s not our job. Hell’s too big to find and kill 1 person.”

Millie: “So what now? We can’t just tell them that we couldn’t find their target, sir...”

Moxie: “What if we asked the Shadow demon, sir?”

Blitzo: “The who?”

Moxie: “Y’know, the Shadow demon that hunted down 25 demons in a month a few years back and killed them with the Radio demon?”

Blitzo: “They gave them a lame title now? Man, the people here really needs to brush up on their naming game.”

Moxie: “She’s an information broker now, has a little collection of something on everyone in hell.”

Blitzo: “And you know that how?”

Moxie: “I… might have asked her about some stuff.”

Blitzo: “Riiiight, sure. Totally not suspicious at all. Well you can give her a call or something and see what happens.”

“This is the Shadow Records, what can we do for ya?”

Moxie: “Ah- hello, um, Shadow demon, this is uh Moxie calling in from the Immediate Murder Professionals.”

“Moxie, how nice of you to call in. And please, call me Deni. This isn’t the first time we talked and you’re a nice guy. So, are the I.M.P.s having some trouble with a client?”

Moxie: “You could say that. Our dispatch team can’t find their target, so we figured that they’re already here.”

“And you need my help to find them.”

Moxie: “Y-yes. Can you?”

“Oh sure, but you know my pricing, Moxie. It’s either money, a favour, or something that I don’t know.”

Moxie: “Well... we can have client owe you?”

“Fair enough. What’s their name?”

Moxie gives the broker your name.

“I’ve heard of them here and there. I’ll have Amelie send an eye over to get them. Have the client there in 3 hours.”

Moxie: “Of course, mam’, thank you so much for this.”

“No problem, Moxie. Just a little reminder of the favour you owe me. I’ll see them soon.”

Moxie: “Yeah, I know, thanks for that… bye bye.”

Blitzo: “What’d she say?”

Moxie: “She said to have the client be here so she can send an… eye to get her?”

Blitzo: “The fuck she going to do with an eye?”

Moxie: “I don’t know! Just call the person over and it’ll get them in 3 hours!”

Blitzo: “Fine! Luna call the client over!”

(Y/N)’s POV

It’s been a few days since you’ve contacted the I.M.P.s about your request to kill your abusive ex that landed you here. In your last moments, you prayed that the Lord would forgive the sins they made you commit as you stepped off the ledge.

You guess not. It was a rather rude awakening when you found yourself in hell. You’ve only recently found the Immediate Murder Professionals from their ad, and heck, you wanted your ex to pay for what they did, what they made you do in your cursed life. Your entire life was a fuck fest of issues and bad memories from everyone around you. Your abusive parents, manipulative and controlling ex, dead-end jobs, etc...

You did your best, you really tried. But it all came to a point where you were just too tired of trying… You just hoped that karma would finally be on your side and burn everyone that has ever wronged you.

You got a call back from them telling you to be at their headquarters in 3 hours. Had they done the job? That was fast. Nevertheless, you were eager to be there on time, maybe reach there a few minutes earlier.

You reached the door to their office 15 minutes before the meeting time. You knocked on the door and the tall imp demon greeted you. “Ah (Y/N), come in come in, here take a seat and Moxie will explain everything.”

“Hey! Wha-” the shorter employee looked at him shock. “Aren’t you suppose to explain the circumstances first?”

“It was your stupid idea! Frankly, we could have just told them the problem and go on our merry way! Now go do your fucking job.” Blitzo waved at him and walked out of the room.

Your mind is filled with question. What problem? What stupid idea have they thought of and why does it concern you?

“Hey, its gonna be alright dear just listen for a minute.” Mille pats you on your shoulder and joins Moxie at his side

Moxie clears his throat. “Well, first of all, thank you for making your way here on such a short notice, I know it can be quite hard to get here for some people. Ah um, secondly, our dispatch team ran into some complications in the living world and uh, they couldn’t find the person that you wanted us to murder. Which means that they’re here in hell, which would make it very hard to find them.”

“But! But, ah, we have a solution! There’s an information broker that I know of that can help. It’s just that well…”

“Well?” you asked sceptically.

“You have to pay for their services.”

“What? I don’t have the money to pay someone else to do the job! That’s what I paid you guys to do!”

“Yes, we know! But! There are other ways to pay them, like owing them a favour or like telling them like something that they don’t know, y’know with the whole information broker deal thing. It's practically free.” Moxie explained.

“Not when I owe some creep a favour, god knows what they’ll want from me!” you snapped back at him. A muffled tapping sound could be heard from the window but you were too worked up to care about whatever it is.

“It’s probably bad to talk about the shadow demon like that…” Millie murmured as he looked shyly to the side.

Your eyes widened at her and your head whipped back to Moxie “The SHADOW DEMON? THAT’S WHO I’M SUPPOSE TO MEET?” you exclaimed.

That’s it, you’re dead. You’ve heard rumours of the Shadow demon. But in just a month or so in hell, they had teamed up with the Radio demon, a feat on its own, and had killed 20 over demons.

Wrapped them up in little bows and strung them on the overlord’s radio tower to be picked off painfully by the angels during the cleanse. Their pleads and screams were broadcasted across hell through the radios like the Radio demon’s previous plot, but never at this scale.

“Calm down (Y/N), the Shadow demon’s a nice person from what I’ve heard, she won’t hurt you if you haven’t done anything to her.” Millie assured you, her voice calm but still held a hint of nervousness.

“Shadow demon’s a “her”? Well that’s a first.” you scoffed. He, they… the rumours never got their pronouns down, but you’ve never heard anyone call the Shadow demon a “her”.

“Yeah well, she said she’ll have an eye to bring you to her. So it’ll benefit all of us, hopefully mostly you, that you follow her orders.” Moxie continues checking the clock on the wall.

You let out a frustrated sighed. “Well fuck that. Nice or not, I’m not sticking around to find out. If you can’t do the job just give me a fucking refund and we’ll be on our merry way.”

“Well no can do (Y/N), the boss already spent it on keeping the TV ad on the air.” Moxie crossed his arms.

You were fuming at this point, and that incessant tapping wasn’t making it any better. “I don’t care about your fucking jingle, I want my fucking money back if you can’t do what I paid you to do!” you hit the table under you in anger.

“Um, guys?” Millie tapped on Moxie’s shoulder as she stared to her right.

“And what the fuck is making that tapping sou-” Your complaints were drowned by the gazed of the most unsettling creature that was outside the window.

Behind the glass, hovered a single eyeball with a pink iris and a black star of its pupil. Its bat wings that kept it airborne tapped against the glass with each flap. The thing had no eyelids so it simply maintained eye contact with you as you stared back at it in shock.

“Moxie, is that the ‘eye’ that we were waiting for?” Millie breaks the silence, pointing to the mysterious but obvious eye.

“I-uh, I think so?” Moxie walks over to the window to open it and the eye bat thing calmly flies into the room. The eyeball makes its way over to you and circles over your head whimsically before flying out of the window to watch you from outside.

“It’s actually kinda cute.” Millie walks over to the window to get a closer look at it. The eye turns to watch her and gives her a light bump on her cheek before returning to stare at you.

“See, no harm at all!” Millie giggled, turning back to the both of you.

“I suppose that your cue to follow it?” Moxie nudges you.

You let out another heavy sigh and rubbed your nose bridge. You know what, fuck it. What do you have to lose at this point?

“Fine. And if I manage to come back with their whereabouts I want to see his severed head when ya’ll actually do your job.”

You exit their headquarters, not bothering to slam the door on your way out. You may be mad, but you’re not that mean... Even if this is hell. Outside the main entrance of the building was the same winged eye keeping its self afloat at your eye level. You exit the building and the eye flies around you like it did before. Its makes a full circle around you and flies off in a direction. It stops a few steps away from you before turning back to look at you, beckoning you to follow it.

You bit your lip nervously as you took the first few steps of letting the thing guide you to your potential death.

As you followed the eye, you began to grow interested in the little thing. Was it another denizen of hell or was it like one of the Shadow demon’s minions? As far as you knew, the Shadow demon could manipulate the shadows and hide in them, not eyeball minion magic.

You were also beginning to agree with Millie that it was kind of cute in its own way. As it guided you through the quiet back streets, it would turn to see if you were following and sometimes do a play full barrel roll or loop in the air. You couldn’t help but smile at its antics, your mind no longer worrying about your encounter with the rumoured shadow demon

As you walk about of the alley and onto the main road, you are met with a building with a sign that said “Shadow Records” in black calligraphy. It resembled a multi-story shophouse with a new coat of paint and traditional doors and windows that gave off a sense of sophistication and warmth, unlike most of the bar and brothel filled streets of hell.

At the entrance stood a young demon girl swaying side to side on her thin legs. She wore a pink lolita dress with white ruffles and blue accents. As you stepped closer, you could see pastel pink bandages that wrap her forearms loosely and covered her eyes and forehead. The pink almost blending in with her light pink skin, though her electric blue hair made her stand out from afar.

She does a little pirouette at the top of the stairs and stops in your direction. The eye makes a dash over to her and she lets out a musical giggle as it lands in between her two hair buns. You walk up the stairs and she greets you excitedly.

“Hi there! You must be (Y/N), the name’s Amelie, Deni’s waiting for you upstairs. Come on!” she opens the door and steps into the building.

“Um, okay?” you follow her in hesitantly. This is where you die, you guessed.

The young demon girl, Amelie, hums a whimsical tune as she skips her way up a flight of stairs with you in tow. Your first impression is that she seems to be too young to be here in hell. Then again, everything could be an act to get you comfortable and then kill you so you kept your guard up.

Seeing as how your previous companion was so familiar with the girl, and is still seated comfortably between her hair, you figured that it was probably her minion instead of the Shadow demon.

“Come on, we’ve been waiting for you.” Amelie calls to you as she skips towards a large oak door that looks like it was built of someone thrice you height. You gulped at you looked up at the scale of the door.

Amelie raps her knuckles on the door in a rhythm before opening it.

Before you sat what you could only assume is the shadow demon behind their desk with a manila folder in hand. Their red eyes glanced up at you as the door opened and you could feel their white cat-like pupils bare into your very being. It was at this point you realise that the dark wall behind was also lined with eyes that were staring back at you. In fear, you took a step back, ready to make a mad dash for the exit.

A soft laugh reached your ears and you turned to see a muscular reptilian leaning against the long desk look at you with mirth in his black sclera and turquoise eyes.

The Shadow demon speaks up. 

“Hello (Y/N). Welcome to Shadow records.”

[josomeister]

“Kyochuu Rettou: The Island of Giant Insects X Jurassic Park” a fanfiction story. Enjoy;)

Prologue

A 17-year-old boy named, Sutaki was busy flying on a airplane, flying on it for the first time, soaring through the wind, enjoying the view, until something went wrong unexpectedly, and everything faded total darkness.

Name: Sutaki Tachikawa

Hair: brown

Eyes: teal

Hobbies: reading dinosaur stuff, watching movies, hanging out with friends, surviving, watching documentaries about dinosaurs, being optimistic, and staying positive

Other Names: Dinosaur Boy

Friends/Classmates:

- Oribe Mutsumi

- Naruse Chitose

- Matsuoka Ayumi

- Miura Mami

- Kai Kazuhiko

Background:

When John Hammond, the founder of Jurassic Park, flew out of Isla Nublar with the surviving members of his endorsement team, the entire face of the company changed. There was no longer a plane to manufacture the animals and housed them in a tropical Costa Rican safari park. Now, the company became dedicated to covering up its losses while it hid itself away to lick its wounds. Jurassic Park became a huge disaster; an expensive failure that couldn't pass its first real inspection, InGen was in real trouble. They'd invested millions of dollars into bringing these extinct animals back to life and now all of their hard work had seemingly amounted to nothing more than two islands with large amount of secret dinosaurs that they couldn't even profit off of. They couldn't even talk about the animals without making some sort of big fuss, thanks to the deaths that took place in 1993. And so forth, Jurassic Park was forever abandoned. But Isla Nublar wasn’t the only island.

27 Years Later...

On a foggy day, there was an airplane flying by during a takeoff, and it came from an airport located on the east of central Tokyo in Narita, Chiba. It is called "Narita International Airport." Sutaki is going on a big school trip with his friends & classmates. While Sutaki on a plane, he was watching the sky at the window. He is with Oribe Mutsumi.

Oribe Mutsumi; an adorable, well-endowed brunette with a love for all things creepy-crawly. She is passionate about insects with a wide knowledge in their biology and behavior. She wore a green camouflage jacket over a white shirt and dark blue skirt with black stockings, and lastly, a brown trademark cowboy hat atop her head. Though it's obscured by her hair, she also carries around a blue and white backpack that has a fish design, named 'Gomaotto.'

Oribe was currently sitting to Sutaki’s right at the window seat and sleeping, her head leaning on his shoulder, she was drooling a little.

Sutaki has a childhood friend, named Naruse Chitose. Who is another very attractive and well-endowed brunette. She was sitting to your left, reading a book. Naruse is the class's chairman, and a Straight-A student. Recently, she joined the kendo club.

Naruse was one of Sutaki’s closest friends, her pushing him and tutoring him was probably the only reason Sutaki had transferred into Houshou Private High School. She was also the one to bring Sutaki and Oribe together after he had his nasty break up with your ex-girlfriend, Jinno Misuzu.

She's a slim young woman with a generous bust. She has long copper-red hair that matches her eyes. She wears a white, long-sleeved button down shirt with a black tank-top, tiny navy blue shorts and black boots.

One time, Naruse caught her cheating on Sutaki with his homeroom teacher, and told him shortly after. Revelation was shortly followed by a confrontation with your ex, which included a lot of shouting, screaming, and slamming a door...It wasn't pretty at all.

Naruse introduced Sutaki to Oribe as one of her friends since high school started, and actually got along pretty well since he thought her love of insects was pretty awesome. She filled Sutaki in on a lot of cool bug facts and he shared his amount of archaeology he gained from dinosaur facts from paleontologist, Dr. Alan Grant. She finds it interesting of what he had learned about archaeology and dinosaurs.

Needless to say, Sutaki and Oribe have bonded pretty quickly.

Even more so after the nasty break up and he fell into a sort of depression in which Naruse convinced me to go with Oribe and a rather hot entomologist by the name of Enoki Inaho, to a field survey. Enoki was the one who made Oribe interested in insects. She is Oribe's mentor and familiar with the ecology of insects. It was fun, Sutaki got along well with Enoki, she liked his corny jokes. One time, Sutaki saved Oribe from an unpleasant guy that the Tama no Moriyama City Forest Office decided would be our guide, thought he could try and assault Oribe. So, Sutaki had knocked him down with a black eye and a bloody nose, along with being tied up from a tree and left for city hall, that taught him a lesson.

After that, Oribe and Enoki kept dragging you along for further field surveys. As the trips continued, or those two just asked you to hang out, he slowly forgot about his ex-girlfriend, and started bonding a lot more with Oribe. And it escalated until you started dating, and she became his new girlfriend.

Now Sutaki’s friends are relaxing while flying, until something bursts from the clouds, a large flying reptile, it was a Pteranodon. This single attacker is followed by 15 others, a gorgeous and terrifying sight. They attacked the plane and one of them smashed its windows in an instant. But the overeager pteranodon was too close to the jet turbine, trying to fly away, but the turbine of the plane was so strong it pulled the pterosaur in, and gets decapitated by the blades. Soon the whole aircraft was destroyed as a few passengers screamed as they fall out, now the aircraft comes falling out of the sky as it was making its way to a crash landing.

Moments later...

Sutaki had woke up to see what happened and he sees that he is on a deserted beach area, seeing parts of the airplane around him damaged, and noticed that he crashed on an enormous island that appears on Costa Rica. A more hazardous island, it is apart of the Five Deaths island chain. This island serves as the primary setting for the aforementioned series.

Isla Muerta (Island of the Dead)

Site C

16 Miles South of Isla Matanceros

Well that is it for now, hope you guys enjoy the introduction for this new story and more chapters will come. This will be a different story compared to the ‘male reader’ story. The plot will remain the same, but some things will change. The intro inspiration came from Klayton Fioriti, which he explains about what happened after the incident of Jurassic Park from the movie. (despite The Lost World)

Other than that,

Kyochuu Rettou (aka The Island of Giant Insects) belongs to Yasutaka Fujimi, REDICE, Shu Hirose

The "Jurassic Park" Franchise belongs to Universal Studios, Amblin Entertainment, Steven Spielberg, Michael Crichton, etc.

I'll still be open if you have questions, or want to suggest ideas about the story, I'll be glad to hear it. Anyways, see you guys on the first chapter of this new story, and as always, take it easy :)

#kyochuurettou #kyochuretto #jurassicpark #fanfiction

[suggable]

Im going to write down my second experience seeing Day6 live mostly for me, but feel free to read it after the break if you want (please do not reblog it tho) ✨ a little warning i’ll probably get very emotional and personal and this is going to be Very long and probably will get incoherent at some point!!!!!

I saw Day6 yesterday in Madrid for the second time, and not to be dramatic but it was probably one of the best experiences of my life 😭💕 I already had lots of fun last year but this year’s concert was not only fun but very meaningful for me.

As some of you may know I finally finally finished this week my architecture studies after 6 and a half very long and tough years. The last two have been especially hard, aproximately the same ammount of time I’ve been following Day6 closely. When I first discovered their music I immediately fell in love with it, and I fell in love again when i got to know them. I can positively say they’re the closest artists to my heart, my soulmate band. I do love and appreciate a lot of other artists but the way I love day6 it’s.... unparalled. I’m gonna stop being cheesy now hfjjsjka but knowing that I was going to see them again and meet them after all the constant exhaustion that my master’s has been has given me so much strenght during those all nighters and endless days working on my project kjfdkjjks 

I’m privileged enough to have been able to get vvips tickets this time but tbh that’s not important, the whole experience of the concert it’s what makes it worth it. Me and my friends decided not to go queueing very early bc we wanted to be well rested and we knew we were going to have a good spot in any case. We were so lucky yesterday’s weather was sort of warm, considering our awful awful experience from last year jkdjkskj. I’m so happy we were so prepared this time, we brought lots of snacks and blankets for the queue. We also prepared some fanart freebies to share and trade and it was the nicest experience, everyone there was so so lovely!!! I had such a great time only waiting in line and chatting with myday ^^ After we got out numbered wristbands we picked up our signed entropy copies. I got the “Sweet” version which is my fave!!! I traded around the pcs so i ended up with all Sungjin and Dowoon jhjfhjsdj (and the loveliest Dopil pc 😭❤) I was so happy we didnt have any trouble with queueing or numbering this time!!!!! Then we went for lunch and almost didn’t make it back on time bc it took us ages to get out meals n we wanted to leave all the heavy stuff and coats at the car jdfjkdkjskk but!!! we made it thanks to the lovely people next to us in the queue!!!

We finally got into the venue (which is so big!!! and we filled it!! im so PROUD) and my friends were headed to the left side where Jae is but I noticed the middle section was also kind of empty so we ran there kjkjfd and ended up in 2nd-3rd row!!! so we were in the middle and had a great view of everyone ^^ i felt kind of bad bc the people around us had been queueing from 3am and we’d arrived at 8:30 :P also next to us there was this korean girl who runs a Dowoon fansite and she was very nice and polite and she must kind of hate now me a bit bc I didn’t stop moving and jumping  i hope her pics came out nicely anyway!!! we only had to wait for an hour inside n we had lots of sweets to keep our energy up so it was quite alright :)

when they boys came out i noticed i had the clearest Sungjin visual so I ended up looking at him most of the time kjfjdkkkdksd i just couldn’t help it like the pics don’t do him justice he’s just so cute and expressive and makes the funniest faces when playing!!! and sort of bounces when playing which is the Cutest thing!!!!  there was some sort of problem with his guitars at first n seemed a bit annoyed but it turned out alright!! I also paid lots of attention to Jae bc he has Such Energy performing, the truest hype man!!! when he plays you can see he’s genuinely enjoying himself and loves myday so so much :(((( he interacted a lot with us!! 

Dowoon was also in front of me but he was covered most of the time by his drumset :(( I could see him making all these baby bird pouty faces or mouthing the lyrics and it was.... so CUTE :((((( he’s so cute i 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 also i was in awe at his drumming technique like he’s so so so talented and you can clearly see how much he loves it!!! He’s the best boy!!!

I had to move my head a bit to see YoungK and Wonpil and I tried my best looking at everyone when they were singing, but my eyes would automatically go back to Sungjin jfdjskjkaskj I can tell you Young K is very VERY Atractive when performing, he has a sort of magnetism!! He also seemed soooo happy and would jump around non stop and smile at the fans and just Bless us in general!!! Wonpil was sort of serious when playing but you could tell he was concentrated !!! Also his piano and dj skills im!!!!!! like when he plays the Time of Our Life intro so easily!!! i play piano and let me tell you it is difficult as Fuck!!! he truly is so talented!! plus when he was talking with us he was so playful and cute :(((((

Some concert Highlights for me: hearing Best Part live, also So Cool, TOOL, Headache, wanna go back!!! how to love!!! SWEET CHAOS!!!! also hearing WARNING again which may easily be my fave song of them now (well no...we all know it’s impossible to pick just one but yeah jkdfjskkç) also Colors!! when the first chords started playing i started tearing up n then the chorus came n i just broke down crying jsdsk I also cried during I Need Somebody and that bit when we sang back to them and we sang I Smile :((( also the fucking SOLOS hello most talented band in the universe????!!! but like for real they all sound so good live!!! i love that you can clearly hear the drums and keys and all the instruments, plus their vocals are just!! so!! good!!!!!! Jae and Young K went Mad with the adlibs I was living my best life!!!!! 

at some point i locked eyes with Sungjin n my potato brain decided the best thing i could do was to send a flying kiss his way so i did n he got so SHY!!!! and made a 😳😳😳😳 face jkdfjkjkjks i felt v awkward afterwards like i didnt know he was going to react that way jfdkjksa 

Also hearing them speaking spanish...fucking surreal...but when they did their ments in English!!! wow!!! they’ve gotten so good!!!! they kept saying they were so happy and this was the best way to end the tour and they’d grown so much, and reminding us to always be happy i :((((( Wonpil’s ment was the sweetest thing and he sent such an important message and I started crying again (and i made eye contact with Jae while ugly crying so i had to hid behind my banner jkdskjjkjdskks) and couldn’t stop through the whole length of their ments :(( i barely remember anything from young k’s bc i was trying to compose myself a bit jkfkjkjd Dowoon’s was so cute!!! He’d wait for the translator and make such funny faces i :((( Sungjin’s English and like Everything about him im so gone kjfkjjkds and then JAE’S...........

that was truly the Highlight of the night, what truly truly made everything special and what i hope will make them cherish and remember this night forever. So a bit of context: we had prepared a project where during For Me we would take out some prints of some of Jae’s encouraging and inspirational tweets and held them up. So at first Jae was surprised but I guess he didn’t have the time to read which specific tweets we were holing. Then during like the second half of the song he realised n got like v serious like he was trying not to cry...I remember Sungjin also realised bc he was looking at Jae just Knowing.... When we took the concert pics Jae asked us to take an extra one with the tweets bc he wanted it for himself....and then his MENT he thanked us for listening to him and letting him know we hear his words and basically acknowledge and validate him when he passes those life lessons to us and that it meant more than we could imagine....and he was getting more n more emotional n trying not to cry but im p sure he did...and then Sungjin and Wonpil came to his side n started doing this weird dance around him hdjfjjkskjsdkjskkkladsslk n cheered Jae up THEY’RE SO PRECIOUS :((((  but like moments prior u could see Sungjin just Waiting for it n smirking jkjkfdsjkjkkjs also the fact he immediately tweeted about it after the concert 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

the whole hi touch thing was such a fiasco but tbh i didnt have much hope to begin with jkfdjkdkjs they made us wear face masks as a prevention for the coronavirus break.........but it didnt really matter bc there was an insane number of vips so we were a LOT of pple for the hi touch...we were rushed n pushed n screamed at by both security n mmt staff....i was laughing at the whole absurdity of the situation n wonpil saw me hjdfkjksjks...we barely had time to say something and high five them but i did manage to say thank u to each of them n look them in the eyes at least!!! (they’re so beautiful from upclose!! and GIANTS! and sungjins eyes.........otherwordly) i felt so bad for the fans that were looking forward to it and for them as well bc you could see their apologetic faces....but anyways everything else went so well im not going to dwell on that!! so yeah i’ve met day6 but i barely remember anything kjjkdsjkd it feels like a fever dream :((((

but tbh considering everything it was the nicest experience!!! im so happy i had the chance to see them again n i hope they come back again!!! also i really wish they’d tour more cities, like there are so many mydays that deserve to see them too :((( 

ok im done with this whole essay like i could keep rambling and rambling but this is the most essential of it!!! if you also read this thank you!!!! please be happy and trust and listen to day6!!!❤💖💕✨🌟

[moonlightreal]

Winx Club Season 8/13

In which we see some new and old faces.

13 Valtor’s Shadow

Our heroine is stuck between a rock and a hard place!  What will become of her?

We’re right back with Bloom and Valtor.  He repeats his deal for people who missed the last episode.  And taunts Bloom.  “What’s wrong?  Don’t you want to be the hero?”

Bloom asks how he came back after they “beat” him before.  I coulda sworn he was dead as a doorknob after season 3 but let’s go flashback! Flashback Valtor screams and is blown up by pink lightning, reduced to nothing.

“After you defeated me, my remaining life force drifted across the magic universe.  That’s when someone unhappy with his life, blinded by rage, called to me.”  we see Valtor’s cloudy evil remains drift down, and then a shadow on the ground.  Who could it be?  “he managed to channel my energy, and with the power of the stars he returned me to my body.”  Mysterious figure does magic, Valtor reforms and looks stunned!   “In return, I granted him my dark magics.  Therefor he became known as Obscurum!  I was very weak at first, I needed to drain the stars’ light to regain my strength. So, I offered him a deal.  If he helped me I’d make him king of Lumenia!”

Bloom is slightly distracted from her predicament, “So who is Obscurum really?  Why did he do all this?”

Valtor: ‘Think carefully.  Who would want Dorana’s throne so much?”

Finally Badass Valtor is so great!  We’re about to cut to Obscurum on Lumenia, so let’s look at Valtor’s story.  So basically, when the Winx killed him they didn’t finish the job and he drifted as a cloud of evil. Just like his mothers the Three Ancestors, who could’ve taught him the trick.  And it would explain why he keeps Obscurum around, the guy saved his life even if valtor doesn’t seem to appreciate it much.  I still like my “it’s not the same Valtor” theory better.

Ok, on to Obscurum, approaching the palace on Lumenia, I guess figuring now is a good time to claim that throne.  He portals in a bunch of staryums that go after the core again.  Lumens panic.

Dorana floats from her throne, troubled.  Her home is under attack, and earth’s sun’s gone out.  Things are lookin’ pretty dire and Dorana doesn’t know what she can do.

She turns back and there’s Obscurum on her throne!  Dorana is shocked!  She says she won’t let Obscurum harm the lumens or destroy her home.  Go Dorana!

“This is my home too, sister!”

He’s Dorana’s brother!  He was tired of always being in his sister’s shadow, ‘So I made shadow my strength and joined forces with Valtor!”

Dorana does the, ‘you’re still my brother!” thing and Obscurum zaps her.

Cut to Orion’s ship where he and Twinkle are making new star cores.  Orion’s having a great time.  Tecna calls and tells them they’re in trouble.  There’s no new core ready, but they can have the mini core.  Twinkle offers to deliver it.

Down on the beach the Owl arrives to a scene of stargoyles chasing everybody.  The Specialists leap into action with their flying suits!  Sky protects Bloom’s parents, a nice touch.  Soon the beach is saved!

The dark giants may be more of a problem.

In the sun it’s Winx versus megachomop.  The girls manage to get it to break apart into normal chomps.

Tecna: “Achievement unlocked.”

Heh.

The starchomps flee through portals and the Winx frantically collect the dust that’s left from the star core.

Specialists ship versus giants!  Their blasts have no effect!  The giants reach the drilling rigs that are still there from season five, and stomp them as the crews flee.  The boys drop a life raft to them.  Giants continue tromping towards beach.

The girls can’t hold the core dust together much longer.  Why don’t you just use a morfix bubble?  Well I guess morfix is translucent so light would escape.

We’re back with Bloom and Valtor now.  He’s taunting her and Bloom… just gives up.  Well, holds her head in an agony of indecision and then gives up.  Even Valtor looks surprised, then says she made the right choice.

Bloom holds out her hands and summons a ball of glittering stardust and Valtor takes it—but when he tries to absorb it the light kinda… eats him.  He lights up and screams and his face contorts horribly and then the starlight just sort of erases him.  Two blasts of light fly at Bloom and hit her in the chest and she screams and lights up and then appears back in normal space.  She explains for us, “The Cosmix power rejected Valtor on its own, it stayed with me!”

Implying that transformations have some free will and can choose who gets them.

Twinkle flies past with the mini star core and Bloom sends her on to Earth to find the Specialists while she goes to help the rest of the Winx in the sun. She joins them trying to contain the sun’s core dust.

Musa asks about what’s happening on earth and Bloom mentions the dark giants.

Stella: ‘Dark giants?  Nevermind.  I don’t want to know.”

Heh.

The boys in the ship are still blasting the giants.  Riven wonders why Brandon keeps trying when the weapons don’t do anything.  Timmy points out that without a sun it doesn’t really matter what the giants do.

On the ship Brandon breaks out the ‘photon detonators’ and he and Nex give those a try.  No dice.  The giants blast the flying specialists with beams from their eyes.

Then Twinkle shows up with the mini core.  Sky flies up and sticks the thing inside a giant, where it explodes with light and blows the giant apart.  But that was their only mini core!  Nothing can stop the other giant!

The winx are still straining to keep the sun going when Orion gets there in the nick of time with a new core.  The Winx fill it with light and the sun is restored!

On the beach a giant reaches for Mike and Vanessa—and the sun returns and blasts the giant apart.  Riven cracks a joke.  Vanessa thanks the guys and says they made her birthday memorable.  Guess that’s so!

We’ve had a lot in this episode, but we still need to return to Lumenia.  Obscurum is gloating, he’s got Dorana trapped in a bubble.  She says she didn’t know how he felt and says he can be co-ruler of lumenia.  That’s not good enough for Obscurum, and he’s done with being a brother!

Lumens show up to say the staryummies were defeated, and they’re shocked to find their queen trapped.  Dorana does the, ‘Please don’t hurt them!” and then the, ‘There’s still good in you!”  And she lights up and busts out of the bubble.  She hugs Obscurum and he turns back into Argen.

And he’s adooooooorable!

The lumens are inspired!  They go off to hug some staryummies!  The staryums are still eating the core, they don’t look very defeated, but the three lumens get glomping and pretty soon restored lumens are popping up right and left.  Not just yellow ones either, all the kinds of lumens we’ve seen so far.  Pretty soon there’s a whole cloud of colorful lumens flying around.

Dorana welcomes her brother back.  He apologizes for all the trouble and she’s sorry for not understanding his feelings.  They’ll both rule Lumenia together!

Back on earth the line of cars is coming back into Gardenia now that the danger is over.  The Winx and specialists meet on the beach.  Bloom and Sky finally get a moment.

Then the Winx give a concert because of course.  Bloom dedicates a song to Sky since she felt his support even though they didn’t get to be together.

Song: Time of my Life.  It’s livelier than some.  Then Bloom and Sky run off to the ocean to kiss.

But wait!  What about Valtor?  Where did getting eaten by Cosmix power send him?  A roundish room with brick walls, three bricked up archways, and a Celtic pattern on the floor.  Valtor is on his knees on the pattern, knocked for a loop by all the getting zapped that just happened to him.  He used up all his magic trying to absorb the Cosmix power and “defeat the Winx once and for all.”  Too bad Valtor, Cosmix power and your dark magic just don’t mix.

Valtor’s still keen on catching the Wishing Star.  He needs something more compatible with starlight, He needs, “Someone with power like the Winx, power from the same source, to take the star for me.”  Valtor gets an idea, maybe from seeing the three archways.  He summons his last remaining magic and three celtic-knot patterns glow in the archways.

Valtor: “Come forth, my old friends.”

It’s the Trix. Of course it’s the Trix.

It’s the Season ONE Trix, in their original clothes.  I guess their shapeshifting witch forms were just too cool to remain.  It’s just tragic, I loved their half-beast forms so so much. The episode ends before the Trix speak, so we don’t know if their first words will be, “What happened to our powers?!” but I bet their later forms are just lost to the Season 8 Timeslide.

The next episode intro explains that Valtor was blasted into “limbo” and “freed the Trix from their space-time prison.”  

I wonder if the Celtic patterns were like summoning sigils, like the demon circles in the ye olde grimoires.  If I draw one, can I summon my own Trix?

[ispywithmythirdeyeofficialbct]

Today is the 3rd of May, and it’s another sunny day in Christchurch.

This is an example of some very basic after effects processing I will implement for my vlog, and my COVID-19 assignment. I’ve been busy the past few days focusing solely on university work and saying, damn I should really record my progress on this blog. So here I am.

I’m stoked, to be back at Uni, and in a distant environment no less, which is my favourite place to be.

STUDIO #ctec501 

The assignment was a curveball, so I decided to curve with it and see where it led me. I can confirm - hours of being in my head on the ground going round and round, analyzing all the possible avenues I could explore, but I knew it had to be personal as well as fulfill this global necessity as stated in the brief, if I was ever going to work with it. 

And thank goodness I am a BCT student. Like a bonsai tree, I can use the wire of my understanding, to train the tree (The Idea), to grow into the avenue which will bear the aesthetic or the soul of The Idea.

I am going to make my assignment based on theme number 2, focusing on Interactivity vs Productivity of online-based operations - How streamlining our lives into an integrated online virtualized lifestyle will affect and redefine the human experience. If any other student sees this and they want to collaborate, be my guest.

I might ask a teacher in the forums if this idea will fly, I’m sure it will. Better to be safe than sorry though. The Assignment however is a funny situation related to The Idea, which is the first stage of the assignment. The Idea has this criteria, which is significantly more expansive and broader in range than the actual Assignment itself which is curious ::L: 

So The Idea itself is what I hope to lead onto from the Assessment, in terms of writing. I can’t share what my idea is because I’m submitting it to The Idea for the AUT XChallenge, but I know I have a lot of writing and research to do before then. Also if you are a student I know and want to get together and work on an idea for The Idea, aside from my idea, I’d love to get involved in a brainstorming seminar!

I’ve never been so organised in my life, and that’s probably because I have nothing to do all day is make art, or plan to make art (Assignments), eat, smoke and drink instant coffee with condensed coconut milk and soy milk.. Literally living the dream.

Programming for Creativity #comp570

I’ve barely started on the tasks set out in the end of Lesson 5, after taking the whole day to wrap my mind around the lecture, as well as all the other information, my head hasn’t been able to think about Processing since writing out all the examples in Lesson 5. I had so much fun with the bouncing ball and physics example, I quickly interpreted the Lesson 5 examples and made a ball that lost minimal energy as it bounced (elasticity) and the gravity made it much more realistic in float numbers. The 4 walls all became responsive and able to change the direction of the ball so I had the setup of the assignment! Exciting!

 I AM SO GLAD THAT WE CAN PAUSE THE LECTURES. Seriously I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH STEFAN!!! tl;dr I really enjoyed all the work he put into his slides, the love is in there and I am learning so much MORE than a conventional lecture in this online setting.

Intro to CT #ctec502

The Vlog has been an interesting proposal, as 40% of my mark is at stake, I’m going to redo my Vlog completely and to a much higher standard, as well as tying it into the Studio Assignment, and The Idea. I created a story board, of the vlog as well as the contents, and I think I will go with taking video footage, mainly my own, and external video clips from youtube, while I am narrating.

I have a mild social anxiety that I have worked on over my life, and improved drastically from where I once was. Although this anxiety wishes to force me to put off making this vlog, I know I’ll be amazed to know I pushed through my own limitations with something I am pretty passionate about: Storytelling.

The lecture/meeting was simple and easy to follow. First time using Blackboard Ultra and the Virtual Classrooms, but it had been created in such a streamlined and easy to use interface, that I had no trouble interacting with it, even whilst using a smart phone. Always looking forward to Roy’s lectures. 

Speaking of lectures, thanks to every Lecturer or TA or Teacher out there right now that have worked tirelessly at home trying to setup a whole new schooling system, while seperated from resources and dealing with the COVID-19 outbreak. I’m a pretty relaxed creature so this whole event is floating gently by, but to some I know the reality is far more severe, and I am grateful, every time I get to interact with you. We have a really great system setup in all classes, and we are all able to make do with what we have.

Ka pai and arohanui.

Enoch

[dandart]

I like quizzes...

1. What is you middle name?

Walter. Not kidding.

2. How old are you?

28

3. When is your birthday?

4th June

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Classical: Gemini

Revised: Taurus

5. What is your favorite color?

Deep purple. Also orange sometimes.

6. What’s your lucky number?

4, 16, 64... powers of 4.

7. Do you have any pets?

1 black cat, 2 lutino cockatiels, a venus fly trap and a "puppy" (shytsumiki is my Chise)

8. Where are you from?

Devon, south west England.

9. How tall are you?

175cm (about 5'9" in ye olde measurements)

10. What shoe size are you?

Like 7... ._. That's tiny. It makes it painful to walk. (EU 41, US 9)

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

One that I actually use. But then I occasionally share with my darling Angel shytsumiki, but I also have more impractical ones stashed.

12. What was your last dream about?

Ah fuck now I don't remember... it was interesting though.

13. What talents do you have?

Coding, origami, musical instruments, tech in general and uhmm not a lot else?

14. Are you psychic in any way?

No one's psychic. That's never been proven. I can barely read emotions when I look at faces. I am remarkably imperceptive.

15. Favorite song?

Starset's My Demons, Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb or Focus' Anonymus 2.

16. Favorite movie?

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. But I do also enjoy me some others. Ask for my imdb if you're interested.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

My babygirl shytsumiki was my childhood crush. No one I have ever met has come close to being so magically attractive to me.

18. Do you want children?

No, I have my babygirl shytsumiki and our pets are our babies.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Noooooooooooo. One in the dead of night in the woods would be just lovely.

20. Are you religious?

In as much as I occasionally personify the world or the universe, but not seriously.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yeah. I even stayed overnight but only to stay with my little Angel shytsumiki.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Umm... once as a kid I didn't know how to do anything nor what I was doing, and punched a teacher after she stopped me stealing and eating broken biscuits and had to talk to a policeman. But other than that, not since I was like 7. Gosh I was a horror.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Yeah, I met the Linux Outlaws and co, I've met the Gadget Show crew, I went to see Biffy Clyro live... of all bands... I've spoken to a few coding legends too... erm... tweeted with Carmack, and Akira, that vfx guy for Star Trek...

24. Baths or showers?

Baths are soothing but I usually shower because I haven't always got the patience.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Nihilism.

26. Have you ever been famous?

I should hope so. I was known as The Cloud Man by LO, got published in Linux Format, once had a thousand twitter followers and had feedback from strangers on my code. I am also in the OEIS, thrice.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not in the classical papparazi pop star sense, but to be a household name who doesn't have to hide his face in public sounds okay. A legacy would be nice, after all.

28. What type of music do you like?

Uber metal and prog rock, usually. Soundtracks too.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Noooooooo eww.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two, but I often share two with shytsumiki and iunno if she counts <3

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

Sideways unless my neck hurts (physiological problem) in which case back or front.

32. How big is your house?

Three bedrooms but still pokey. We have too much stuff.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

A nothing sandwich with bread made out of thin air with a side of invisible chips.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Only a bb and a fairground one.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yeah once and I loved it and want to take it up again.

36. Favorite clean word?

Either discombobulate, defenestrate, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis or jam.

37. Favorite swear word?

Fucknugget? Anything which is half swear and half clean is a winner in my book. Shitsticks.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Around 40 hours I should think.

39. Do you have any scars?

Myes. That's a story which perhaps requires a tw...

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

How would I know? If it's secret I wouldn't know. My little darling is my exsecret admirer though apparently.

41. Are you a good liar?

Nope. I am forgetful so I wouldn't even be aligned in the answers I was giving. Plus I just don't like it. It makes me too guilty.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I hope so but haven't had many chances to find that out just yet.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Sure. It's-a pizza, italiano! But seriously I am okay at some but terrible at others.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I wouldn't say so but no one would. I would just say "generic Southern English"

45. What is your favorite accent?

Some Southern hemisphere or east Asian I like a lot, also a few European.

46. What is your personality type?

INTP afaik

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I don't actually know, I don't go for expensive, nor care for my clothes especially.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Nope.

52. Favorite food?

Sushi.

53. Favorite foreign food?

...sushi. Alright, different answer? Takoyaki?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Extremely messy.

55. Most used phrased?

It changes every so often. Dunno right now.

56. Most used word?

Also changes. Still don't know.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

For climbing? Jk like a minute?

58. Do you have much of an ego?

Used to, now I don't.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Both.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

All the time. I know, right?

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yup.

62. Are you a good singer?

Only if I try which is rare and even then rarely.

63. Biggest Fear?

Losing my Angel. Or dying.

64. Are you a gossip?

Nope. Not at all.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I don't actually know.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Having? Long. Seeing? Don't mind as long as it's not a buzzcut. So from vaguely short and floofy to massively long.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

No I can't, and it would be weird to expect that of me.

68. Favorite school subject?

Maths and physics and IT.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Intro now, ex extro

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but it sounds llike good fun.

71. What makes you nervous?

Jealousy and making the wrong moves.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Nope. Used to be a bit when alone.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes, less than I used to, when it would be useful.

74. Are you ticklish?

A bit. Less than I used to be since being bigger.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Nope

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Not official governmently but I have owned projects, and in other places.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Probably.

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Hasn't everyone done soft ones?

79. Who was your first real crush?

My Angel Baby shytsumiki

80. How many piercings do you have?

None.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yes.

82. How fast can you type?

Reasonably fast I should think.

83. How fast can you run?

Reasonably slow.

84. What color is your hair?

Brown to me, dark blonde to my mum and ginger in an underground coding quiz apparently.

85. What color is your eyes?

Are? Blue.

86. What are you allergic to?

Probably prawns.

87. Do you keep a journal?

No, wish I could remember to.

88. What do your parents do?

My mum's a mosaic artist and my dad's a retired satcom engineer.

89. Do you like your age?

Ummm, it's alright??

90. What makes you angry?

Die hard cruelty and things that make people or animals suffer. Including wars, all of which are inexcusable. Come on people, the best for the most, keep up! I am the judge.

91. Do you like your own name?

It's alright. Better than some, not as cool as others.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Bob Jim Ted because they are hilarious names. Not that I'm using them for anything but fiction.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

No. I already have my babygirl shytsumiki.

94. What are you strengths?

Code. Logic. Maths and science. Compassion perhaps.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Memory, communication and showing emotion.

96. How did you get your name?

My folks picked it from a comic. "Dan Dare: Pilot of the Future". Middle name from a great uncle.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Everyone's were. I haven't traced exactly how but have traced up to 500 years in some places.

98. Do you have any scars?

Yes, you asked that before.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Colour. Currently red and black.

100. Color of your room?

Colour! Well white as are all of them atm.

These are fun. Thank you.