#p: oak podcast

[listentohousemusic]

#deeptech #minimalhouse mix on this weeks @lthm_music podcast - Link in bio 🔝 Or type in your browser: https://music.lthmmusic.com/lthm697 Track List: 1.Look Like – Garden Of Eden [Clone Royal Oak] 2.Traumer – District [Berg Audio] 3.Joey – Delusions [Deep Tech Records] 4.Lolita Michuk – Giperbola [Engineer Records] 5.Mennie – Bad Transmission (Rossi Remix)[Key Records] 6.Traumer – 100system [Berg Audio] 7. Raskin – Only You (Dub Mix)[LDN Trax] 8.Per Hammar – Zip [10 Years] 9.Jay Tripwire – Visual Spectrum [Repeat] 10.Devv, Soundopamin – Running [Gliese] 11.Aaron – Ebleskiver [abartik] 12.Mate SI – Theodor [Podvodo Records] #micrhouse #minimalhouse #minimaltechno #deeptech #deephouse #deeptechhouse #electronicmusic #dancemusic #musicpodcast. #lthm #housemusic #sacramentohousemusic #sacramentotechnomusic #undergroundhousemusic https://www.instagram.com/p/CqbN_K_PAXW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[johnwelbourn]

I have a shortened version of this quote as the Lock Screen on my iphone. “Ask yourself at every moment, ‘is this necessary.’” It helps to put things in focus and identify priorities. - I woke up this morning at 5:15am for training. Was it necessary? Yes, because my training partner will be there at 6am and I got a packed day. Training has to be a priority. - Tomorrow I have to cut/mulch the rest of the oak trees in the pastures. If I don’t start cutting it won’t get done. It is necessary? Yes. But there is also open mat at Six Blades BJJ at 11:30am. Is this necessary? Without a doubt. Going to try to make it all work. - Had a great podcast with @danhollaway today on his @citizenpod. Was it necessary? Yes without a doubt. Taking the time to have engaging and thought provoking discussion is always necessary. Avoidance of being dull is always required. - Stay gold, Ponyboy. (at Hill Country) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpEpiQBu0tU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bugwantsahug]

*Cracks Knuckles*

Dungeons and Daddies is a Podcast found on anywhere you can find podcasts- I found it through Spotify.

There’s two seasons currently- one in progress, over 100 episodes of fantastic content.

It’s a loose Dungeons and Dragons podcast, s1 is about 4 dads who get lost in the forgotten realms and have to find their sons and get home.

A cast of five writers- Will Campos, Matt Arnold, Freddy Wong, Beth May- and their DM, Anthony Burch

Compelling characters, emotional episodes, but overall a comedy podcast that makes you think a lot about family.

Queer characters, lots of silliness, and many, MANY pathetic little guys. The most pathetic- Ron Stampler. Emotionally Detached Stepfather, and rogue.

Episodes about thievery, piss, among us, and most of all- Daddy Issues. Not to mention some FANTASTIC intros.

My personal favorite characters:

- Scary Marlowe

-Ron Stampler

- Taylor Swift, not that one

-Lark and Sparrow Oak-Garcia

And then, they have a patreon with SO MUCH bonus content including oneshots and bonus series!!

Also, so much fantastic fanart, fanfic, Spotify playlists, ect.. and one of the nicest a communities I’ve ever been in.

Basically.

LISTEN TO DUNGEONS AND DADDIES‼️‼️‼️

lots of love /p,

bug <33

ever wanted to rant to someone about your hyperfixations? now's your shot!

hi, i'm frey. and i'm interested in YOUR hyperfixations!

so, due to recent events, i will no longer be posting or reblogging our flag means death content. i'm trying to distance myself from the show in general, but i'm the kinda guy who can't survive without at least one hyperfixation. i decided that the best way to get over all this shit is to find something new to obsess over.

that's where you come in. yes, you. i know that a lot of my wonderful lovely dear mutuals have several hyperfixations that i don't. and i am interested in adopting your hyperfixations as my own.

reblog this post with an info-dump about your current hyperfixation!

information i need:

the name of your hyperfixation

what form of media it is

where i can find it

information i don't need, but would love to hear anyways:

your favourite character(s)

music you associate with your hyperfixation

headcanons

anything else you wanna say, i wanna hear all of it

sharing some of my own interests and preferences under the cut, if you wanna get a better idea of my tastes/make sure i don't already know about your hyperfixation :3

already interested in: good omens, the locked tomb, camp here & there, nevermoor, adventure time.

my preferred forms of media to consume are tv shows, book series, and fiction podcasts. i'm not interested in real life related hyperfixations, sorry :(

i have no genre preference, but i like a bit of humor mixed with mystery, horror, fantazy, sci-fi, all that good stuff.

shortcuts to grabbing my interest:

philosophy! does your hyperfixation include a bit of debate about morality and/or reality? tell me more!!!!

music! is music significant to the story? hell. yes.

queer stuff! bonus points for trans stuff!

pathetic little guy(s)! my favourite type of fictional guys!!

absurdism! i love when shit makes no sense!!!!

go forth, my beautiful mutuals and others who might or might not find this post. tell me everything.

[two-oaks-farmstead]

New #podcast coming soon! Be sure to follow @farm_life_and_freedom for all the info and #giveaways #farmlifeandfreedom (at Two Oaks Farmstead) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJT1l7Nja7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[incorrectpodcastquotes]

There’s a good chance I may have committed some light treason.

Oak

[northwindow]

october: the silent treatment

a syllabus on silence, speech, sound, and listening

"not speaking and speaking" by paul goodman (p. 3)

the opening chapter of theorist and poet paul goodman's book speaking and language: defence of poetry, which explores the diverse usefulness of both silence and speech. contains goodman's classification of the nine kinds of silence, read here by christopher ricks for WBUR's stylus.

a book of silence by sara maitland

book by british novelist sara matiland about the effects of silence and solitude. maitland combines a memoir of her experiences intentionally living in silence with examples of religious hermitage, solo exploration, and other immersive experiences of silence from throughout recorded history; creating an overarching thesis on the psychological and spiritual effects of silence.

"the transformation of silence into language and action" by audre lorde

essay by audre lorde serving as a call to action for other women to speak and listen to each other about their lived experiences in the face of oppressive systems. written after a breast cancer diagnosis which caused lorde to reevaluate her relationship to unspoken truths in her own life and community.

"the aesthetics of silence" by susan sontag

an essay by susan sontag on the modern artist's tendency to make art that is not intelligible by its audience, or to retire from art altogether. in her critique of the silence-seeking artist, sontag acknowledges how silence can be a social gesture: "discovering that one has nothing to say, one seeks a way to say that."

"composition as process: iii. communication" by john cage (p. 41)

lecture by john cage, the experimental composer famous for 4'33" (a performance containing 4 minutes and 33 seconds of apparent silence). written almost entirely in questions, this section of the essay "composition as process" explores the difference between music and noise and asks whether silence is even possible.

"sound advice" by bella bathurst

essay by scottish writer and photographer bella bathurst about our sensitivity to noise. she engages with the experiences of musicians, experts in acoustics, and those with hearing loss.

encountering silence, hosted by cassidy hall, kevin johnson, and carl mccolman

a podcast featuring interviews with a range of writers and scholars contemplating silence, often but not exclusively from a religious standpoint. guests include marie howe on silence and the depth of poetry, kaya oakes on silence, the body, and woman mystics, pádraig ó tauma on silence, poetry, and conflict resolution, and kevin quashie on the aesthetics and poesis of silence.

[kineticallyanywhere]

Yo! What did you think of the latest DnDads episode, if you heard it? I genuinely enjoy hearing your thoughts about the podcast (your art is amazing and lovely) and was a bit curious on your take on it.

Hope you have a good day, mate!

Ah! thanks ;u; also you too!

also I SUPER enjoyed it! for one, it was absolute candy for my doodler-focused brain. I've got like 3 different fic wips that got sprinkles of vindication this episode, and one of them was just that Frank immediately becomes everyone's dad. High School au circling back around up in the dome today

One by one through the dads tho, because there was A Lot:

Hecking adore that Ron's getting some therapy. If they rp'ed more of it in the uncut version of the episode, I may finally have to shill out for a higher patron tier to get more of it in my earholes. Though I'm sure a lot of it is emotionally redundant for a story, a fully and willingly admit to reading fic that amounts to "x character gets therapy".

Glenn's was like. lol. I mean, I love Glenn (as a disaster character, could never hang out with the guy) and he's an important comedic balance for the podcast, but I won't lie that I was hoping a bit that the idea of hooking up with another woman would bring up some Morgan feelings. But then also from Glenn's perspective it's been like 20 years since he lost her and even if she's alive now it's not His Morgan. In a way, he's finally moving on. He's also done quite few small admittances these last few episodes that show just how much he realizes he effed up at being a dad and that in a lot of ways he dug his own hole, etc. (Glenn's his own essay)

Henry and Autumn Oak lay me down in a grassy field to die. Both of them break my heart, and talking to your mom about all the things you got from her that she wishes you didn't squeezes my heart. Every time Will's voice cracks my heart shatters. Them both admitting to what they can't believe right now but promising they'll try? HECK I feel my eyes acting up just typing all this

and then Darryl. Heck I love FrankenPaeden. I love how Paeden Frank is and I love how human Frank is. Yes he is a solid dad like Darryl always said, but he also wasn't perfect. He lived a rocky life, just like everyone else, and Darryl's childhood wasn't perfect.

This episode drove home for me how much I relate to the Wilsons. How much my family relates to the Wilsons. And I'll understand if Darryl and Carol do end up getting divorced after all of this, but it'll break my heart. I'm not gonna air my own family's laundry, because some conversations happen in confidence and don't belong just anywhere online. Sometimes things are bad. And you can't just let them keep being bad. But that doesn't mean you should give up.

I'm gonna stop myself from rambling, but point is: I really hope that Darryl and Carol can give themselves a second chance. Maybe I'm projecting too much. I don't want Grant to have to go through his parents divorcing, I want Grant to go through his parents becoming better partners than they've ever been before. Later is Now and it's time to talk

tldr LARK AND SPARROW ARE GONNA GET DRUID MAGIC IN CANON AND I AM E L A T E D

p.s. So Franks body has just never been on Faerun, just his soul? Has Bill been in a homunculus this whole time? if that's the case why is Terry Senior's body there?

p. p. s. If Willy's near-dead body was dragged across dimensions by the Doodler in the deep, is that also what happened to Robert's parents? Did they survive on Faerun did they have more kids is there another line of the Wilson family that's been on Faerun this whole time is Sweety actually his second cousin--

[dave-cobb]

OMG I’m totally gay for @roosterteeth’s @annual_pass podcast! Their pride merch rocks (note the retro shirt logo, an homage to Cedar Point), and I’m so thrilled to have been part of their first year. Store: https://store.roosterteeth.com/collections/pride (at Sherman Oaks) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceesf2zPms7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[literallycreativelylit]

[ID: Grid of four colorful pictures of pride events; top left is a group of drag queens; top right is two people holding up a large rainbow flag behind them; bottom left is two people snuggling and wrapped in a rainbow shawl; and bottom right is three people holding up pride flags, left is lesbian, middle is nonbinary, and right is pansexual. An opaque white heart is overlaid with the message "Happy Pride Month" centered. Below reads "PART 3."]

part 3 of 3: about the creator!

part 1 | part 2

since my first 2 posts for pride month were about my original characters, I thought you all might enjoy some insight on the person behind the characters: me! hello :)

i'm also trying to make the format as reusable/copy & paste-able as possible so that anyone who wants to join in can share more about themselves to their followers, be they a fellow creator or a consumer of content.

if you have any questions about me, my interests, and my work, feel free to send me an ask!

[ID: Graphic featuring Natasha Penn's avatar over a black and white marble background. Above the avatar is the following curved text, "About the author," and below it reads, "Natasha Penn is..." Underneath are a series of flags: the genderqueer flag in a curvy bubble frame (labeled genderfluid with they/them pronouns), the pansexual flag in a diamond frame (labeled pansexual), the quoiromantic flag in a heart frame (labeled quoiromantic), and the national flags for Cuba and the United States of America (labeled latinx).]

About Me

irl name: secret | online name: natasha penn | nicknames: nat, natty p, penn

age: 28 | zodiac: cancer sun ♋️🌞 & pisces moon ♓️🌛

gender identity: genderfluid | pronouns: they/she/he (any tbh)

sexual orientation: pansexual | romantic orientation: quoiromantic

nationality/heritage: cuban-american (latinx)

languages: english & some spanish

spirituality: blend of santeria & wicca

appearance: see avi (cred: oveikeii)

height: 5'8

relationship status: single

neurological status: neurodivergent

notable conditions (diagnosed): depression, ptsd, anxiety, schizoaffective disorder (depressive type)

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Interests

fave colors: black, lilac, periwinkle blue

fave animals: wolves & cats 🐺🐱

fave flowers/plants/trees: climbing roses, hybrid tea roses, moss, lupines, california poppy, blue cornflower, flax, bellflowers, succulents, oak

fave herbs/spices/roots: blessed thistle, cat's claw bark, chamomile, echinacea, mugwort

fave crystals/minerals: rose quartz, amethyst, blue lace agate, moonstone

fave scents: lavender, vanilla, patchouli, cocoa butter

preferred seasons: autumn & winter

preferred elements: water & fire

preferred magick: candle magick, divination, astral projection, curses

fave music genres: lo-fi, emo rap, punk rock, heavy metal

fave book/movie/series genres: ya/na, sci-fi, fantasy, mystery/suspense, horror/thriller, comedy

fave game categories: puzzles, horror, psychological horror, comedy, fantasy, dating sim

fave foods & drinks: sushi & sashimi, cheesecake, iced hazelnut coffee, blueberries & blackberries, buffalo chicken wings, checker's/rally's fries, chamomile tea, thick medium-rare steak

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Some of my...

comfort book/manga series: skip beat! by yoshiki nakamura, wicked lovely series by melissa marr, house of night series by pc cast & kristin cast

comfort blog series/webcomics: scarlett lady by @zoe-oneesama, mlb biker au by @ladyfreya123, moons by @midluuna, unordinary by uru-chan, my giant nerd boyfriend by fishball, suitor armor by purpah, choco latte by ann, cursed princess club by lambcat

comfort movies: whisper of the heart, howl's moving castle, any studio ghibli film tbh, spirit: stallion of the cimarron, first 2 httyd, remember the titans, the birdcage

comfort tv/web series: golden girls, atla, lok, mlb, wkm, hwm, iswm, gg:10mph, markiplier makes, ua (memento mori), theater class by brandon rogers, blame the hero by brandon rogers

comfort podcasts: distractible, banter w/ sapnap & karl jacobs, i spent a day with..., gmfst

comfort games: cube escape series by rusty lake, deep sleep & don't escape series by scriptwelder, west of loathing by asymmetric, sally face by steve gabry

comfort musical artists/bands: pierce the veil, juice wrld, our last night, corpse, mgk, yours truly, khai dreams, ashnikko, green day, evanescence

comfort yt/twitch/tt creators: markiplier, jacksepticeye, call me kevin, brandon rogers, gab smolders, emma langevin, quackity, dream, sykkuno, corpse husband, game grumps, iamarankai, dez.thelez, murphy1526, stanzipotenza, celinaspookyboo

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Thanks for reading!

i hope you find something relatable in this pride series, be it one of my characters or something in common with me :)

show these posts some love and feel free to reblog, follow, and send asks if you'd like clarification or more info on anything. i may do a follow-up post this month about my current projects and their lgbt+ representation.

happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[bluesandbbq]

Beef short ribs for breakfast? You're darn tootin' • Long overdue cook for the hosts of The Starting Lineup, Will West and Tyler Ivens, on Sports Animal 99.1 FM in Knoxville, TN • All night smoke on these Tennessee Beef short ribs from Simpson's Meats in Knoxville. • Trimmed, sprayed with Duck Fat Spray, base rub of Traeger Blackened Saskatchewan, secondary rub of Whiskey Bent The Grind, and a generous top layer of Reload Magnum. Super Smoked at 225° on my Traeger Ironwood 885 until internal temperature reached 165° then double wrapped in butcher paper and bumped to smoker temp to 265° to finish at an IT of 204°. Rewrapped, coolered, and brought to the radio program remote site at Frazier's Carpet One on Oak Ridge Hwy in Knoxville. Sliced and served to my favorite morning radio show hosts. • These guys have kept me sane in my extensive work travels; listening to their podcast on the road keeps me in touch with home and satisfies my sports fix all while definitely making me laugh a lot. So I gave back. • @tsl_991 @willwestwnml @tylerivens @sportsradiownml @simpsonmeats @frazierscarpetone @traegergrills @whiskeybentbbq @reloadrub @duckfatspray • 💨🔥👊🏻 • #bbq #bbqlife #traegeron #traegerbbq #traegergrills #traegerhood #traegernation #goodfoodgoodmood #whiskeybentwaywards #thestartinglineup #whiskeybentway #duckfatspray #reloadrub #tennessee #beefribs #dinoribs #tnbeef #beef (at Frazier's Carpet One Floor & Home) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTAEF0GAVXc/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wdcgardener]

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This short video features two of our stories from this past week - a plant profile on Hardy Begonias and the latest GardenDC podcast episode on Dumbarton Oaks. #gardendc #dc #dmv #publicgarden #begonia #shadegarden #historicgarden @dchistory #dchistory #georgetown #fall #flowers #nofilter #igdc (at Dumbarton Oaks) https://www.instagram.com/p/CU7oW33gKrg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[journalofimprobablethings]

Summary:  Lup's back! This chapter is somewhat shorter than usual; not a lot of action but many Feelings are had by all.

Preview:

Lup is so used to numbness, to fighting for sensation, that the moment of breaking out of the umbrella almost overwhelms her.

There is a tearing and an explosion and suddenly her black-curtained prison is gone, torn apart, and she is free, feeling the full scope of her power crackling through her like she hasn’t in years. She is engulfed in flames, in pure sensation and power, and there is a moment, just a moment, where she teeters, in danger of going from one extreme to the other, of being consumed completely by magic and emotion.

But then the moment passes, and she pulls herself back. The flames still burn around her, but she has control of them, they are a part of her, and she laughs in sheer joy at the feeling of it.

She looks around for whoever got her out--she hasn't been very aware of the outside, since she used up all her energy burning her name into the wall for Taako to see. Did he figure it out somehow?

She looks, and then she sees Lucretia.

Lucretia, who tore their family apart and scattered them to the winds. Lucretia, who banished Barry to who knows where and left Lup stranded, with no one left to look for her. Lucretia, who made Taako forget her .

The fires around Lup burn bright with her anger. She keeps herself in control--just. But she knows she looks terrifying right now, and she is glad of it. She spreads her arms and lets the fire in her hands grow and she lets all her rage flow into her voice as she shouts her question at Lucretia.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, LUCY?"

Lucretia cowers and ducks her head, her hands clutched tight around a white oak staff that Lup recognizes--the Bulwark Staff. Lucretia's relic.

“Lup, I’m sorry," Lucretia says. "I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Lup looks down at Lucretia kneeling in the grass in front of her, a century of love battling with her satisfaction at Lucretia's fear. She looks, and she really sees her for the first time in almost ten years.

She’d been able to perceive a little, from inside the umbrella. Enough to tell that Taako and Magnus and Merle had changed--that they had forgotten. Enough to tell that Lucretia, when she appeared, was different, somehow.

But she hadn’t realized how different she was until now.

Lucretia's curls are bright white; her hands clutching the Bulwark Staff are worn. She’s so much thinner than Lup remembers; she has never seen Lucretia look so small. The fires around Lup dim a little at the realization.

Lup leans down, and takes Lucretia’s face in both of her insubstantial hands. She has to stifle a gasp when Lucretia looks up at her, hide her surprise and horror at the years that have drawn lines across her forehead and at the corners of her eyes.

Lucretia looks a full thirty years older than she did on the Starblaster--their baby sister, now a grown woman, middle-aged.  And more than that--she looks so tired. She can't be older than fifty-five, physically, but her face seems to hold the weariness of all one hundred and thirty of her actual years.

And as Lup looks at Lucretia's newly old face, the lines of fatigue and sorrow etched there along with the lines of age, all her anger--the fire that had burned in her at what Lucy did, everything she took from them--dissipates. Or at least is banked for now, buried under this new shock.

“Oh, Lucy,” she says. “What happened to you?”

Lucretia just shakes her head. "I don’t know,”  she says. “I didn't mean for it to go this way, Lup, I didn't want--"

“No, I mean--” Lup hesitates. “You’re--you--”

And of all things, Lucretia actually laughs. It's not much of one, but it's still a laugh. “Oh. That.” She sighs. “Wonderland. It’s a--a couple of liches got hold of the Animus Bell. They made themselves a torture chamber, to keep themselves going off the suffering of the people they lure in. I went there to get the Bell and I...I failed.”

Lup pulls back, her hands dropping to her sides. A part of her is thinking about Barry--how it must hurt, to know that his relic is being used to torture people. Where is he now? Does he know? Last time she was near him, he was a lich; so he, at least, remembers everything.

But before Lup’s mind can go too far down that track, she forces herself to return to the more immediately alarming part of what Lucetia said.

"You were trying to get the Bell back. You're collecting the relics? You know what that will do.”

"Of course I do. But I have to get the Light back in one piece to cast the barrier. It's the only way."

Lup huffs a frustrated sigh. “We already told you that won’t work. It’ll kill this world, Luce. A different kind of death, but it’ll kill it all the same.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually. Think about it--what will happen if the bonds of this plane are cut off? Not just from other systems, but from the rest of the planes in this one? Souls couldn’t get to the astral plane, Merle couldn’t get to Pan; gods know what it would do to magic--is that what you want?”

“It’ll just be temporary, just while we starve out the Hunger--it has to be weak now, we’ve kept it away so long--”

The fires around Lup begin to burn hot with her frustration. Ten years later, they are still having the same argument.

“Lucretia, come on! You know it doesn’t work like that. You can’t just mend those broken bonds once your wall comes down. If you cut this plane off from the others, that’s it. For good. You can’t do it; we can’t do it this way.”

Lucretia shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet with the Staff. It doesn't escape Lup's attention, the effort it takes for her to stand.

"I have to do this, Lup. I have to cast the barrier, I have to protect them." Her voice is rising, almost frantic.

“You don’t, it’s not--” Lup stops suddenly. She looks, not at Lucretia’s face, but at the Bulwark Staff in her hand.

"Hey, Luce? That staff. That's your relic, right?"

"Yes."

"Can I see it for a second?"

Lucretia's grip tightens instinctively on the Bulwark Staff. "Why?"

"I just want to look at it. Just for a moment."

Lup holds her hand out, and Lucretia takes a step back, her eyes fixed on Lup's hand.

Lup freezes. Then she sighs.

"Okay, how about this? Set it down, and I'll pick it up. How's that? You can set it down, right? You don't hold it all the time."

Lucretia shakes her head.

"I--I--"

Her brow is furrowed, that tiny crease that always appears when she is confused or worried. She seems to be having difficulty processing what Lup is saying, and the dreadful suspicion in Lup's mind grows stronger.

She holds her hand out again, this time palm out, like she's calming a wild animal.

"Come on, Luce," she says softly.

Lucretia shakes her head again. She puts a hand to her head, to her ears, like she's trying to block something out--Lup's voice, or something else.

"I--I don't--"

"This is me, Luce. It's Lup. I promise I'll give it right back," Lup says.

Lucretia nods, slowly, and her grip behind to loosen on the Staff, her knuckles no longer white.

“That's it. You can do it. Just set it down.”

Lucretia holds the staff out in front of her and then she inhales sharply and lets go, all at once, as if she's been suddenly burned. The Staff falls with a soft whump into the grass and lies still: an innocent, unremarkable piece of white oak.  

Lup leans down, and hesitates only a moment before she picks it up. She gasps.

It’s been a long time since she held a Grand Relic, but she remembers what it felt like: that pulse of power, the--what was it Magnus called it?--the “cravability” of the Light.

This is so much more powerful than any of them ever felt. Lup is a being of pure magic, and when she touches the Staff, the power of it crackles through her like lightning.

And then a voice twines through her head, a voice that, if she doesn't listen carefully, sounds almost indistinguishable from Lucretia’s. You wanted to save the world . It says. You know the price the world has paid for what you did. You can still fix it. You can save everyone. You can save your brother, your love. You can make sure no one else dies because of you.

It is so seductive, that voice: all the things that it promises in the tones of her little sister.

Lup closes her eyes, and thinks of Barry, of every conversation they had in their tiny room on the Starblaster about their plan, and Lucretia’s, and ways to save this world that didn’t take such an awful toll. She remembers every detail of him, the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice, the weariness and resignation in it as they went through, again, why the barrier would never work. She lets his voice wash over her and drown out the voice of the relic in her mind.

If she hadn't been so practiced at remembering, at making those memories so real in her imagination, she's not sure she would have won. She can only imagine what it has been like for Lucretia, living with this voice in her head for the last ten years.

The thrall of the Staff doesn't explain all of it--it was still hidden when Lucretia made the decision to feed the memories of their journey to Fisher. That decision, that first betrayal, was all her.

But Lup can see how the Staff must have blinkered her since, has turned her ordinary determination into an obsession. The Staff has kept her on the path she started, even as things have gone wrong.

And then she started collecting the relics, and she made it stronger .

Lup opens her eyes.

"Oh, Lucy."

Lucretia stands watching Lup, her shoulders hunched, somehow looking even smaller without the Staff.

"I'm so sorry, Lup," she whispers.

Lup sighs, and places the Bulwark Staff gently, carefully back on the ground.

“Lucretia, what were you thinking?”

The question seems to break something in Lucretia. Her whole body starts to shake, and she presses a hand to her mouth to hold back a sob. For a moment, it seems that she might just collapse.

Then Lucretia drops her hand, and takes a breath, and steadies herself. It's a routine that seems born of long practice, and when she speaks, her voice is almost calm. Lup sees, for the first time without the distance of the umbrella dimming her perception, Lucretia as the Director.

“I had to do something. The relic plan wasn’t...we couldn’t go on the way we were. You know how it was. The way we were pulling apart. We were dying, and the world was dying, and we couldn’t see a way out. And then you left and...it just got so much worse.”

Lucretia's composure wobbles, and her voice begins to shake.

“You were gone, and Barry and Taako were killing themselves looking for you, and I was so afraid that they would--that we would lose them, too--and then--then--” She takes another breath to try to steady herself, but she is losing her careful Director mask. “Someone figured out how to use the Bulwark Staff to--to imprison people, to keep them contained while they--it was supposed to be for protection, but they were using it to do such awful things--”

“Babe…”

Lup reaches out to her, but Lucretia shakes her head and steps away from Lup's embrace.

“The wars kept getting worse and--and I needed to talk to someone, I wished I could talk to you, but you were gone and none of us--we didn’t talk, anymore! We didn’t do anything anymore. We just sat up there while the world destroyed itself with the weapons we created and I--I couldn’t--I had to do something and--Fisher was there in my room and I--”

“You erased it all.”

Lucretia nods. “But it--it’s gone all wrong; it was only supposed to be for a little while, while I got the relics back, but it’s been so much harder than I thought it would be and--and everything I tried to do to keep you all safe and happy has--it’s all gone so wrong, Lup. Magnus and Merle and Taako--everything fell apart for them, and you and Barry were missing, and Davenport--” She presses a shaking hand to her mouth, trying to hold herself together, but she’s disintegrating, falling apart, just like everything she’s tried to do over the past ten years. “I made my choice and I had to keep going but I--it’s been--”

And then she’s gone. Lucretia falls to the ground, her head in her hands, and Lup's heart cracks in two. She watches as Lucretia collapses in on herself, a decade's worth of suppressed emotion all flowing out at once--and the banked embers of her anger dim and go out. She can't stay angry at Lucretia, even a little, when she's hurting so much.

She has never wished more fervently that her lich form could be a little more solid, so that she could reach down and take Lucretia in her arms. But she can't; her body remains frustratingly insubstantial. So she does the next best thing. She lowers herself next to Lucretia and wraps her arms around her as best she can, and stokes the fires within her so that her whole form emanates a gentle warmth. She leans her head as well as she can against Lucretia's, the space where her cheek would be against Lucretia's temple.

“It’s okay, babe. I’m here. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here.”

Lup’s words seem to only make Lucretia cry harder. The sobs that wrack her are so strong that she barely has a chance to draw breath between them. Lup wishes she could cry with her, could have some sort of release for the sorrow building inside her. But her lich form has no capacity for tears. Lup can do nothing but wrap herself as close as she can over Lucretia’s shaking form, and whisper soothing words into her ear.

They stay like that for a long time, so long that by the time Lucretia calms, her sobs subsiding into hiccups and sharp breaths, the sun is low in the sky, the shadows of the grass casting long, skinny stripes across their bodies.

Lucretia finally pushes herself up. Her movements are so slow, so tired. She looks up at Lup with eyes red from crying.

"Where did you go, Lup? Were you in the staff the whole time?"

"More or less." She pauses. "I went to hide the Gauntlet."

She thinks back to that moment of decision, to sneaking out of bed while Barry snored, unaware. To standing in the shadowy kitchen, placing a careful kiss on her note before leaving it on the table--the note that she now knows was so false, so inadequate a thing to leave behind.

She wonders what might have happened, if she had made a different choice.

"What you said, about us sitting up there while the things we made destroyed the world--you're right. I felt it too, and I couldn't fuckin' stand it. It was tearing me apart. Taako shut down and Merle was trying to be positive through it all and even Barry--Barry tried to help, but what could he say? We were the ones who proposed this plan. The blood of this world was on our hands and--there was nothing we could do."

"Oh, Lup."

"So I decided to do what I could to take one relic at least out of circulation. I didn't tell any of you about it because I didn't think you would agree. I decided I could fix it on my own."

"Sounds familiar," Lucretia says, with a wry twist of her mouth that is almost, almost a very bitter smile.

Lup laughs, a small, bitter laugh to match.

"Too bad we never tried to talk to each other about this, huh?" she says. "Maybe things would have been different."

"Yeah." Lucretia looks down at her hands. "Maybe."

The wind hisses through the field, rattling the tops of the grass.

"So what now?" Lucretia asks.

“Now?” Lup says. “We’re going to do what we should have done in the first place. We’re going to talk to each other. We’re going to figure out how to fix this. And we’re going to get our family back.”

She smiles at Lucretia, a fierce smile that she thinks is probably a little terrifying.

“You and me, Luce. We’re gonna save the world.”

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         howdy hey , pardnerrrs :> i’m rox ( she / her ) ‘n i’ll be playing yr residential sullen broodin’ boy , nico . i didn’t have the time to write out a whole new intro , given that i have back to back classes again today :-’( , so please forgive me for recycling his old intro akawodkgrsd ; . that being said , i did tweak around some tingz and i updated his wcs for him , so if yr down to clown around just hmu on my discord :   𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞#2854 !  okie okie , i’ll shut da eff up now ♡ 

BASICS.

༉‧₊˚✧ kim taehyung , cis man , he / him / his — did you see that nicholas “nico” yoon was trending last night ? the twenty three year old street artist has been getting a lot of press lately . i think it’s due to them being so + quixotic & + free-spirited , but i always thought they seemed - withdrawn & - sybaritic . their fans always say they remind them of soft smoke rings spun in a dreamy haze , silver-ringed fingers rapping against polished oak , and waning light refracting against broken glass though . i wonder if they’ve found out about REDACTED yet … i guess we’ll have to wait and see . [ rox , 22 , pst , she / her , none ]

PINTEREST & PLAYLIST .

01 and 02 .

PERSONALITY .

at first glance , nico reads as this aloof , arrogant type that doesn’t like to associate w the common public . always keeping the majority of people at a comfortable distance , nico moves almost exclusively within his own social network , and doesn’t like to deviate from what he knows best .  

not so much pretentious as he is lazy , making an effort to socialize with complete strangers is simply something that nico would never do . hehe ... he’s kind of shy like that .... ♡ though he’d literally never admit it ♡

despite giving the impression that he’s some intimidating and chronically indifferent kind of guy , nico is genuinely a sweet boy — ‏‏‎ one who’s in a constant state of confusion as to why people seem to be so scared of him . it always comes as a shock when close friends of his admit that they thought he absolutely hated their guts when they first met him .

b/c tho he’s p smart , nico is very oblivious at times , and he’s 100% the kind of guy who’ll walk away from a conversation thinking he did a rly rly good job trying to make a friend ... when in reality he prob said four words in the span of thirty minutes smh .

overall , nico’s a private person , especially with what he’s thinking ... and it’s really hard to get a clear read on what’s on his mind . sharing his feelings has never been one of nico’s interests b/c he just genuinely doesn’t think whatever he has to say is rly worth mentioning . so he usually just shuts da fuck up n lets other ppl talk so he can mentally gain the strength to continue socializing .

push nico’s buttons enough tho ‘n you’ll catch this mf speaking in full sentences .

lastly , it should b noted that nico is a romantic through n through ... this mf probably d*ed in the victorian era ‘n got reincarnated b/c he’s got that ‘ lets share furtive glances across the room but never say a thing to each other  ‘ thing on lock . mr. darcy headass

and while nico might play the role of long-suffering , ever pining lover to a T , he’s more in love w / the idea of love than he is w / any single person . and he literally cannot hold down a relationship w/o fucking it up for himself in some shape or form .

kind of sarcastic ... v much the teasing type .... 

can b very impulsive at times , loves to go on solo adventures at night , prefers his own company tbh ...

overview : melancholic , reticent , noncommittal , humble , mild-mannered , romantic .

a mix of : josh from clueless and j.d. from heathers

more here .

MORE AESTHETICS.

the chill of silver jewelry against flushed skin , forgotten graffiti on porcelain sinks , flickering motel lights , kisses sticky with vodka , eyes ringed with lavender , sleepless nights surrendered to the dull buzz of television , obscure art house films , sun-kissed cheeks , the surprise of summer rain , chest aching with lost loves , scattered baby’s breath and rosemary , and a shared smile between perfect strangers .

CHARACTER DISSERTATION.

nico was born on a brisk wintry morning in the fashion district of los angeles ( january 21st , 1997 ) to a family of six .

as the second youngest child , and the only male son to boot , nico grew up with his only inheritance being a generational kind of hunger , one that demanded for more than what his struggling parents could offer

the arts stole nico at an early age ... ushering him into a world of creation and freedom beyond the four bleak walls he daily occupied . from spending lonely summers tucked away in some forgotten corner in the library to practicing on a borrowed violin from dawn to dusk , nico knew that even with nothing at his disposal , there was always something to be made w/ the tools he’d been given  

despite not having the money for private tutors to hone their son’s growing artistic talents , his parents did whatever they could to support his dreams , whether that meant working double shifts back to back or scrounging for loose change underneath the sofa cushions to pay for whatever materials nico needed .

it was in this strange way that nico grew up p spoiled . somehow having nothing while also having absolutely everything at the same time .

very much a family man , the first big purchase nico made once he broke out in hollywood was a house in beverly hills for his parents . now that he’s finally at a place where he can take care of his family , nico makes sure that his parents and sisters want for nothing

while he showers everyone else with generous gifts and obscene amounts of money , nico doesn’t particularly feel comfortable doing the same for himself . he’s a simple man through n through . one who’s content to spend his time walking his dog late at night , listening to a podcast on his airpods , instead of going out to a club w/ other well-known socialites .

a true artist at heart , nico refuses to conform to the current trends of hollywood , instead insisting on wearing thrifted clothes to important galas — ‏‏‎much to the frustration of his PR team and the chagrin of his stylists . but none of the choices nico makes seems to surprise anyone anymore . driving flashy cars and wearing designer clothes has never really been his style , after all . and it’s important to him that he remain authentically himself despite everything .

WANTED CONNECTS.

pr relationship ( open ) : someone that nico is contractually obligated to date ... i could totally see there being drama ‘n tension from having to pretend to actually like each other ... would b better if they rly did not like each other at all ... 

fwb ( open ) : buddies who bump uglies sometimes ... they both agreed they’d never catch feelings for each other but we’ll see ... 

frenemies ( open ) : someone that grinds nico’s gears but they’re a friend of his friend ... so they’re forced to keep it civil . i can see them exchanging hateful comments in the back of their friend’s car while simultaneously posting pics of each other on ig to keep up the rouse . 

unrequited crush ( open ) : likely nico would not realize if yr muse had a crush on them ... but it’d be fun to play it out like a kdrama anyway heh heh

a close friend group ( open / any ) : i thought it’d b so cute if there was like a small group of friends , maybe 3-4 ppl , that do stupid shit like ditch going to celebrity after-parties to break into abandoned buildings , get real high , ask stupid ‘ would u rather ‘ questions , and do sum main character type shit ... yk what im puttin down ... ‘n nico is def the type to open up in the presence of extroverts so i think having a group of wild outsiders of diff bgs would b v inch resting ..

enemies / rivals ( open / any ) : tbh nico prob rubs ppl the wrong way since he has resting bitch face ‘n never wants to talk to anyone .. so im sure there r ppl who just do not like this mf ... and rest assured that the feeling is mutual ...

bad / good influence ( open / any ) : nico’s known to mount his high horse often ... mr morality over here ... so i just know he prob would butt heads w/ the residential troublemaker . tho nico’s artwork can be controversial and out of the box at times , his art style and his personality are at constant odds , and it’d b interesting to have that bad influence / good influence dynamic w/ someone .

family friend ( open ) : someone who grew up w/ nico in dtla ... couldve gone to the same public school as him ... or their families couldve gone to the same church ...

ok my intro post has become a fucking behemoth so im going to stop here ‘n just say i have so many more wcs in mind so if u wanna plot lets just talk hehe :>

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