#philemon looks a little

[fakecats]

you know what fuck you *persona 2-ifies your mug*

[skeletonmaster69]

i mean this in the nicest, jokiest way possible the gay persona polls have convinced me we need to tie every single p5 and p4 fan to a chair with a psp and force them to play through persona 1 and the 2 duology

[nymphomatique]

reader asking forcing. loser!miguel to tell her his desired fantasy and since she’s feeling a bit nice that day she decides she’ll indulge it for him <3 (i feel like he’d so be into roleplay hehe ><)

nonnie ur brain.. hold on.

cw: fem/dom reader, sub!miguel <3, slight mentions of shoe play, talks of punishment and like SLIGHT exhibitionism, miguel being a simp bit what’s new, a kiss 🤭, on da sweeter side, and as per usual: definitely not proof read lol enjoy 💋

a/n: i went tame for this but suggest what role play ideas u have bc miguel is DEFINITELY into that. like imagine him acting as readers maid.. in the maid outfit.. omfg.

“miguel?”

“ah! y-yes?” he answers between a moan. you’re currently sitting on your bed, miguel sitting upright facing you on your floor as you trail your heeled foot up his crotch.

“tell me something,” you start, cocking your head sideways and leaning forward to look at him a little closer. as you lean forwards your breasts spill over the the corset top you have on. you begin to use more friction with your foot, and his moans become more feverish. “what’s your fantasy? entertain me, i’m in a good mood tonight.”

and a good mood it was, you stumbled into your dorm at around 2 in the morning, miguel waiting patiently for you outside your door, kneeling in the empty hall just like you asked, when you texted him rather drunkenly from the club that you wanted to play with him.

miguel’s face flushes, his chocolate brown eyes hiding behind his glasses. “i- ah.. f-fuck. i don’t know..” he trails off, bucking lightly into your red bottom.

“you have one more time to lie to me before this turns into a ball busting session, dweeb,” you spit, halting your teasing and looking at him intensely. you can visually see him fold under your stare. “w-well..”

“go on,” you encourage, slowly starting your teasing with your heel back up.

“i’ve always wanted to- ah! to take someone on a dinner, all fancy. a-and in the middle of the restaurant, she starts to..” he halts, his lips tightening and his face going red.

“i said go on, miguel,” you say nonchalantly, but your heel applying pressure to miguel’s crotch. he lets out a sharp shudder and a string of curses under his breath, and then resumes.

“what we’re doing now.. tease me all dinner, and th-then punish me in the restroom for getting excited..” he sighs out, the pain and shame sending waves of pleasure to his pulsating clothed cock.

“yeah? punish you how? tell your mistress what you want,” he looks at you and moans, your foot increasing its speed and pressure.

“you- you’d make me beg to cum. i- i’d beg you to- fuck. to let me touch you. let me ache to please you, to serve you mistress,” he spill out from his lips, his eyes heavy and breathing shallow from your pleasuring.

“you really are pathetic miguel,” you laugh out. you stop teasing him and stand up, watching him look up at you from his place on the floor. you slowly saunter over to him and step each foot on either side of his legs, lowering yourself down until you’re sat on his lap, directly over his erection. you grab his hair and pull his head back, hovering your lips over his own. “but you know what?” you whisper, looking at his red face and tousled hair. “i like it.”

you go in for a kiss, your lipstick transferring to miguel’s perfectly shaped lips as you kiss him sensually. you pull apart from the kiss and look at him once more, him sitting there utterly dazed and confused, this being your first kiss. you get up and walk to sit back on your bed, looking straight at him, a small wet patch staining his pants. “get out of my room.”

he doesn’t hear from you until the following evening, a text message from you reading:

philemon at 8pm sharp. take a fucking shower and wear something other than hand me downs tonight.

[keeping-writing-frosty]

Cara and the Will-o'-the-Wisp

Chapter One

Chapter Two - Once Upon A Cat

Knock-knock-knock-knock!

Startled Cara out of her dozing daze, she existed in that state between full-on slumber and being aware of everything around her. A sound much like deflating bellows, a huff and a sigh, escaped the girl as she got up and padded over to the window for a quick peek behind the curtain. There stood in his corduroy slacks and a white undershirt, stained with only what Cara could guess at, Mr. Jakub Kaczmarek. He peered at her with his bright blue eyes, which forced her to give a small wave.

She opened the door and cocked a hand on her hip. “Hey, Mr. Kaczmarek. How are you doing?”

“Ah, little Cora. Hello to you,” he uttered in his thick Polish accent. “Are ya busy, little one? I just need to borrow ya for a few moments. Well, more precisely your balancing ability.”

“It’s Cara.” Cara scrunched her nose, regarding the man for a moment. “For what?”

“I need ya help to get my little Mruczek down from the rafters,”

“Um, what’s Mruczek?” Cara questioned the man, head tilted to the side.

“Ah, Mruczek is my star kotek,” as he spoke, his broad chest puffed up with pride. “He will be the star of the show. Has that je ne sais quoi, unlike his brothers and sisters.”

“Oh, that’s right! You are training your cats for a show or an act, right?” Cara’s face lit up with such a brightness its radiance could challenge the sun at its zenith.

Yet today the sun wouldn’t show its face as rain pelted the wooden awning above both of them in a somewhat melodic rhythm. That it had been raining the past few days, mother had lessened the restrictions on Cara going outside. Even if she wasn’t allowed past the porch. Since Mr. Kaczmarek lived upstairs, she figured it would be okay to go with him.

“I’ll never say no to a kitty in need,” Cara expressed, rocking back on her heels.

The porch was wrapped around the house halfway, and its construction was quite newer, as it led to an opened metal gate that led up some black-painted metal stairs, of which the rain had slicked just to make each step upwards a tiny, concerning adventure. Through unwavering confidence, Cara climbed up the stairs where Mr. Kaczmarek used some strength to push open the wooden door which scraped along the floor.

Before Cara could even step inside, her nose picked up on one of the more tantalizing aromas she had ever smelled. It seemed to permeate the entire room; an acrid, tangy scent of whatever boiled in the wide pot on the antique cast-iron stove top, which sat center in the spacious attic. Beside this pot sat a frying pan, still dirty from its recent usage, and a metal bowl filled with fried golden-brown crescent moon-shaped dumplings packed full of whatever was inside. Cara’s stomach growled, and she temporarily forgot why she was there.

“Pierogies, Cora,” he grunted with the entirety of his chest, which caused the girl to have a little start. “Have at ‘em! I always make far too many. Cheese, potatoes, onions, just like my babunia used to make. Homemade sauerkraut in the pot, as well. Once ya get my little Mruczek, I’ll give ya as much as you want!”

“It’s Cara.”

Despite those little pockets of dough that looked so good. From their crusty edges cooked to a perfect golden, delicious, to the plump filling that somehow didn’t ooze out, yet one could smell regardless of its doughy prison. Cara had a job to do first.

Where in the far corner, on a rafter stained a dark brown, sat a black-and-white tuxedo cat whose blue-green eyes stared daggers at Cara. Situated over a cracked and hastily mended clawfoot bathtub, with an old shower curtain frayed at the edges and threadbare, pushed all the way to the side. All the while seven other cats had gathered around the strange, new girl, of which Mr. Kaczmarek, with the politeness of a trained diplomat, introduced each one as: Puszek, Kociurwa, Philemon, Kicia, Hank, and Gruby, which was a fat gray-blue cat that didn’t seem to have a single care, or brain cell, in the world.

“Besides my pride and joy. You got Kicia who can put on a performance when needed. The rest are just backup acts, I say.” An almost haughty sneer crossed his face while he gazed at the felines. “They won’t hurt ya none. Maybe a brief hiss. Perhaps an arched back. Philemon is a bit of a wee coward, so don’t mind her. Now what I want you to do is climb up this here ladder and grab Mruczek. I can’t do much on the ladder anymore in my physical state,” Mr. Kaczmarek announced, clapping his hands together.

Just under the obstinate cat was a well-used and splinter-filled wooden ladder propped up against the wall. So, fortified with the thought of a delicious, gooey dumpling in her stomach, she climbed up a step on the ladder. Mruczek took a half step backwards and resettled herself. Then Cara took another step up and another, until she teetered-tottered on the second to the highest rung. Despite having short arms, legs, and just in general even for her age, Cora reached as far as she could. All the while the cat scooted as far back as possible. Which left her just out of reach.

Without a hiss, spit, or growl, Mruczek sat there and watched Cara, if it could be bemused it would, but instead it sat rather indifferently. Though it might be judgmental, no one could tell. That’s when Cara reached out again, a brief fear fluttered in the back of her mind. That’s when, as quick as a flash, an event flashed before her mind’s eye. Of her falling headfirst into the tub, cat latched onto her with all its claws in fear, and a fall that ended up with her crumbled up like a balled-up napkin. So when it didn’t happen, Cara thanked what gods were out there.

When she reached up with both hands, legs stiffened as Cara tried to keep her balance, took hold of Mruczek, who mewed in response. Her fur felt quite soft and more fluffier than expected. Nails like little needles, poked pinpricks onto her right arm, which forced her face to scrunch up. Yet before Cara lost her balance, the cat jumped off and bounced away as Mr. Kaczmarek broke down in tears and rapidly spoken Polish.

An indignant look crossed the cat’s face, who pried itself from the man’s affectionate embrace before she took off toward a tiny bed off across the attic in a darkened corner where it spent the next several minutes cleaning her fur.

“Cora!” He came up to Cara with a sweeping, grandiose movement of his arms.

“It’s Cara,” she groaned as Mr. Kaczmarek pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thank you very much, Cara! I know it seems like such a wee thing, but it is the small things that mean, and matter, the most.”

There was something about the man that made him grandiose and dramatic. That when he begged Cara to sit at the wooden table, barely big enough to fit a plate upon it. When he placed a bowl filled with dumplings on top of a small helping of sauerkraut. Cara found herself in doughy, delicious heaven.

As she ate her impromptu lunch, Mr. Kaczmarek regaled her with stories from the old country. Legends and myths, but what Cara enjoyed the most were the simple stories. From the farm his family used to have, how his father taught him to hunt, fish, tend to the crops, while his grandmother taught him the delicate art of flowers and shrubbery, as well as the proper cookery of his native land.

Cara finished, her belly full and nearly swollen, she thanked the man and gave a wave to the uncaring cats. The rain had picked up, not lessened as expected, and on the stairs gave her a clear view of the neighbors with Rowan on her porch, face buried into a book. Her orange hair pulled back into a curly ponytail. Until she heard mother’s voice, and Cara rushed down the stairs regardless of how sketchy they were.

With her chores done, Cara looked outside where the rain had finally stopped. The sun had peeked its rays through the darkened clouds and already headed toward the horizon. Still, it cast its rays across the land as it did so, creating long finger-like shadows across the wet landscape. A gentle breeze blew into the open window and carried with it the exquisite fragrance of flowers, grass, and trees that mingled in such a natural harmony with the salty tang of the ocean.

. Cara moved to her usual perch on the front porch railings, her legs dangled off swaying back and forth as she watched a group of kids playing on that narrow back road the edged the property. They seemed to be playing a game of tag, moving out of the way as the random car and pick-up truck rumbled down the way.

As if on some kind of cue, Rowan stepped out of her home with an old, worn soccer ball tucker under her arm. She ignored the world around her and propelled the ball into the crisp late afternoon air, setting off a symphony of rhythmic thuds and soft bounces. The tall girl lost in her own skillful routine as Cara watched in both awe and admiration as the ball bounced against her knees, feet, and chest, each and every touch a testament to her determination and unwavering focus.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Rowan spun and kicked the ball towards Cara. “You just going to watch, or do you want to join?” She questioned with a playful grin.

With only a few hours left in the day, Cara joined Rowan as the two played and giggled and talked. All the while Cara learned the basics of how to play soccer, dribbling and passing more than anything else. More important that that, she got to spend some more time with her new best friend, and that was how both girls felt. As they passed the ball back and forth, the talked about everything and all things, about life here on Mount Desert Island, and the weird stories and modern urban legends.

Cara ears perked up as Rowan’s words and stories weaved into her imagination. More precisely the brutal murder at an old antique store in Haven Bay intrigued her, even if it was more legend than fact. When Rowan, however, mentioned occult symbols painted in the victims’ blood that adorned every surface—the walls, ceiling, floors, all over the merchandise—something crawled up Cara’s spine and planted itself in her mind, there came a sense that this was closer to the truth than most would think.

“Goddamn,” Cara uttered as she passed the ball back to Rowan.

With a bit of natural flourish, Rowan kicked up the ball and caught it. “The killer was never found, ya know? The only thing known was it was a woman not from here. She could still be around. Which is just creepy.”

Mother called out from the porch time for Cara to come inside for dinner. Which before she left, Rowan pulled Cara into a tight hug and wished her friend a goodbye with a promise to message her later. Which Cara smiled in reply but said nothing else. Gave a little wave before she scampered off back home.

Even though the rain stopped, Cara peered through her bedroom window which showed the dark landscape through a sheen of water drops that clung to its surface. Through it, she watched the forest at the edge of the property that seemed to stretch on forever into an endless void of darkness. Unlike back home in Oregon, where so many lights would drown out true darkness. Now, for seemingly the first time, she could actually see the night.

A gentle rapping came from her bedroom door, followed by the creaking of the old hinges as it swung open. In the dim like, mother stood as a silhouette with the light behind her. Wrapped in a plush, dark blue bathrobe, it seemed so warm and invitingly soft. What danced across her face was a wide, toothy smile, with that small glimmer of warmth in her brown eyes. The closest Cara could ever recall getting a hug or a good word from her.

“Have you brushed your teeth?” Mother questioned with a wine class clutched between two fingers, half-filled with a rich, burgundy-colored wine.

“Yes, mom.”

Even when she tried, Mother still never sounded interested or cared. “Did you have a fun time playing soccer with your new friend? What’s her name?”

“Rowan.”

“Yeah, Rowan,” her tone seemed more disinterested than ever, “is she your age? She’s rather tall and athletic-looking. I don’t want you spending time with anyone too old.”

The young girl sighed and rolled her eyes before she turned to look at her mother. “She’s only a couple months older than I am. I did have lots of fun. She’s teaching me how to play soccer, and I just like spending time with her.”

“Well, good,” Mother’s half-smile seemed a bit more boozy than it did actually happy. “I’m happy you found a friend so quickly. Her mother’s kind of fucking weird, but Rowan, well, seems sweet. Since it is summer I’ll let you stay up an extra hour tonight, okay? Have a goodnight, love you.”

“Love you too, mom. Thank you.”

Once mother was gone, Cara stood up and closed the door. Turned off the overhead light with only the tiny My Little Pony lamp she has had since before she could remember lighting the room. Climbing under the cozy quilt that her great-grandmother made back when mother was born. Despite never meeting her, the quilt had a certain quality about it. From when Cara was a babe and inherited, nothing else had, or could have, brought more comfort to her. In her hands, The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley, a book Rowan was quick to offer her and one that Cara adored from the opening passage.

Whenever she found her nose buried deep in a book, time seemed to fly by at an accelerated rate. That, when her father came around to remind her of the set bedtime, Cara peered over the top of her book to notice that it had long since passed her bedtime. Yet she hopped out of bed to give the tall man a tight hug and wished him a goodnight. Where he closed the door behind, and she finally turned off the bedside lamp.

As the room was cloaked in a rather comforting darkness, only punctuated by the ethereal moonlight which cast its rays through the curtains. Its silvery glow danced upon her antique store dresser, that had travelled with the family as Cara could never give it up. Then flickered to and fro across her desk and laptop, rarely used. The ambiance had a soothing quality to it.

Despite Cara not being tired, it seemed her mind held some type of hatred for sleep and fought against it at every turn. At least tonight, it seemed as much. From her viewpoint on the bed, Cara could see the dark forest through the window, it stretched on and on. Yet amidst the darkness, and through the wet, rustling leaves, a soft blue light emitted through the trees. It cast a gentle glow, an aura that moved back and forth, up and down. Cara found herself mesmerized, even though she thought her eyes played tricks on her. No matter how many times she blinked and rubbed them, nothing changed. Then it vanished as quickly as it came.

Weird she pondered to herself.

Cara kept her wide eyes on the tree line for many moments longer, just hoping to catch another glimpse of the light again. But it never came back. That was until a shadow seemed to scurry across the floor in the form of a little mouse. It ran figure-eights on the wooden floor, almost in a playful manner as it zipped from here to there. Then it ran towards, and somehow through, her bedroom door.

Having to summon all her sneaky-sneak skills and quietly slipped out of bed. With cat-like grace and dexterity, Cara moved as silently as she could and tiptoed towards the door; her steps avoided squeaking floorboards. Knowing how loud her door was, she stilled herself as the door broke the silence with a loud creyeak! That seemed much louder than ever before.

Long shadows stretched across the hallway as the only source of light came from a dim nightlight in the bathroom whose door stood ajar. Which partially hid the shadowy shape just a few steps away at the top of the staircase, fully in defiance of any type of logic. Though it looked like a mouse, it sounded like one as well, Cara had never before seen through a mouse. Then it seemed to morph before her eyes, to a different form, almost a hideous one before it changed back to a mouse in the blink of an eye. Before it darted down the steps in a remarkable blur.

At once, she followed behind it, wincing when the floors would protest with a chorus of tiny squeaks and loud groans. Each step she took echoed through the old house, but she didn’t care right now. The living room was dimly-lit, and it seemed that shadows moved ever so slightly yet nothing moved at all. Other than that weird mouse shape.

She strained her ears, listening to hear any of the telltale signs that her parents were fast asleep. Father’s deep snoring, a thunderous symphony one could here from anywhere in the house, that acted as the background music that somehow comforted her. While her mother would mumble in her sleep, unknown conversations, emboldening Cara to finish her trek downwards.

Once at the bottom landing, the shadow-shape sat in front of that ancient wooden door, nestled beneath the stairs. It cleaned its snout in a pantomime of a mouse until it spotted Cara with eyes of uncommon intelligence. Then it disappeared through the hatch. Unlike moving day, this time the door slowly with a barely audible creaking hiss, opened just large enough for her to squeeze herself through.

Kneeling down on the cold floor, her hand quivered as she cautiously grasped the door handle. Breath caught in her throat, there came a faint melody from within the depths of the darkness. The kind of song from an antique music box, so much like the one her grandmother had on top of the mantle. Even the song sounded the same, but it was just a little different.

Then this mouse-shaped thing slowly transformed into that same grotesque, hideous shape which changed into a vague-outline of her grandmother’s face. Who watched Cara so many times as her parents were away working, it was still the same caring, loving face.

“Nana?” Cara choked back tears as she reached out. Then she stopped, something deep in the pit of her stomach yelled at her, Cara pulled back her hand just as quickly as she started.

“Cara Amelia Quin! What in the hell are you doing out of bed down here?” Her mother’s voice cut through the house which forced Cara back and the door shut heavily in front of her. “I don’t know how you opened that damn door.”

With a sharp slap to the back of Cara’s head, it caused her to rub the back of her head. Whining as she scampered back upstairs and into her room as mother cursed and spit. Cara clambered back under the quilt and sheets, where mother stomped back upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. Cara didn’t get a lot of sleep that night.

*****

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[katsona-the-katsequel]

Hey, I saw your persona map and found it very intriguing <3 I get the gist of it, but can you elaborate on it please 👀

Sure! I'm going to repost the map again as a reference:

The first level, the PHYSICAL WORLD, is the most basic of all. It's where all the normal, human stuff happens. Fun fact, SEES (except Minato/Minako) never ventured beyond this point until The Answer. It all took place in man-made Tartatus. Supernatural beings are blocked from ever reaching this level unless they find a door. The Dark Hour made the walls between the levels thinner, temporarily allowing shadows to cross, but being sucked back once it was over. Slurp.

Next, we have the VELVET ROOM. I should have made it overlap a bit with the Expanse, but what's done is done. Any sleeping person can gain glimpses of this place, but only those who have been invited can interact with it. Furthermore, it seems only guests can fully remember what happens there. Otherwise, you forget as soon as you leave it, just like a dream. Permanent residents of this level include Igor, Nameless, Belladonna, Theodore, Margaret, and Lavenza. Come-and-go residents include the Demon Painter, Elizabeth, and Marie. Casual visitors include Eriko Kirishima, the Velvet Room's guests, and the Velvet Room's creator: Philemon.

The real second level is the EXPANSE. This is where all the shadows, demons, gods, and supernatural beings reside. Anything that happens here has some degree of impact on the physical world, as long as the event was strong enough. It might not seem like it, but the Expanse is not entirely ruled by anarchy. Well, it is a little. But if one knows where to look, they will find that it is divided in five worlds (though the better word would be "regions"), each one dedicated to a Deadly Sin: Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Envy/Wrath. These worlds cover all the levels in the Expanse. Maybe Trish is in the world of Greed? As its name implies, the Expanse is huge, so we need to break it down into sub-levels.

In the Sub-Level One, we have UPPER MEMENTOS. Common shadows are found here. You know, your average joe. Not only are shadows found here, but also most Shadows. Notice the difference? The shadows with the lowercase "s" are the ones like Jack Frosts and Pixies. The ones with the capital "S" are the other selves of the sentient beings on Earth. The golden-eyed ones. The Shadows here mostly wander around, with no armies and posing little risk. They were created by small problems that could unmake and make them again in the blink of an eye. Even if you have a Shadow in this level, it is still possible for you to gain a Persona. You're just human. A little scuffle with Persona Users will temporarily dissolve all the negative feelings attached to your Shadow, giving you time to sort your issues. As for the other shadows, well, these will be found in every sub-level. The only known permanent resident is Jose. The Reaper can be found all over the Expanse, created after P2 (in my headcanon for Tatsuya-related reasons).

The next Sub-Level doesn't have a formal name, but the Investigation Team was kind enough to name it the TV WORLD. Shadows here have one main problem that has begun to define their human counterparts. Not everything can be solved with a quick fight and a pep-talk. No, the darker aspects of these Shadows attracted smaller shadows to them to help them create their Dungeons. These Shadows are going for the kill, but unlike the ones in the lower sub-level, their only real target is their other self. Anyone else is collateral damage. But even so, their end-goal isn't even to kill, but to be accepted. Since this isn't as deep as other parts of the Expanse, a little more action needs to be taken to properly eliminate a Shadow, having to drag down their human self down to accept it... or wait for them to solve everything on their own. There's still time. The only being to be known to have resided here is Teddie (whom I believe to have actually been part of another Shadow's Dungeon as a minor shadow before wandering off, thus explaining the thematic appearance).

A little bit deeper in the TV World you will find the Palaces. This is what happens when you let a specific Sin rule your way of life. The "Rulers" are Shadows with a bit more personal conscience and way more power than the ones living in Dungeons. No longer acting on primitive instincts, these Shadows want to live, and will eliminate anyone who gets in their way (possibly skipping over their human self, since this would spell their destruction). Rulers can even create cognitive versions of real people. Their twisted desire powers them. This deep in the Expanse is enough for smaller things to influence events in the physical level, so a chat post-battle with a Shadow can rework entire personalities.

Sub-Level Three has the DEPHTS OF MEMENTOS. Most of the World of Sloth is located here. This is also where the general Palace for all of humanity can be found. Anything done here has an effect on the entire population of Earth with varying degrees. Those with a Persona or with a bond to a Persona User are less susceptible to the machinations that take place in this sub-level. Since a Persona means you have a tight grip on your sense of self and aren't just following the crowd, I guess it makes sense. However if you're a being with enough power influencing this sub-level, even you can overpower the willpower of Persona Users. Power. Looking at you, Azathoth. Yaldy wishes he was you. Hey, at least Yaldy managed to chain the Velvet Room to this sub-level during his takeover.

The final Sub-Level, and the most dangerous one for the average human, is the one where XIBALBA / THE AMENO TORIFUNE ship is located. Like the TV World, it also doesn't have a proper name. Why is it dangerous? This sub-level is so close to the Sea of Souls, that just thinking about something makes it real in the moment it takes you to blink. Nyarly thinned the walls between this sub-level and Sumaru City to create the rumor system/curse. Xibalba is a nightmare for anyone with ADHD.

Overlaping with Xibalba and the Sea, is the KADATH MANDALA. In older times, it used to be referred to as the Dreamlands by Persona Users. Why? This is where sleeping would-be Wildcards meet Philemon! You could say this is his personal meeting room, except worse because everyone has to stand up. Only those with the potential for a Persona can recall their name in the Kadath Mandala. An easier way to reach it is by playing the Persona Game and getting knocked out by supernatural forces. Then its up to you to prove yourself to Philemon by recalling who you are this deep in the Expanse. If you can, then boom! You get a Persona for life with Wildcard abilities no contract required. Congrats. It's implied all Wildcards (yeah, even those post-P2) have visited Kadath Mandala in their dreams once before, since they still need to get the whole "remember my name" thing right to be offered a contract. However, even for the Wildcards in the old games its impossible to remember what happened in your dream unless Philemon specifically wants you to for reasons. Aside from Phil, only Igor and Nyarly have been known to be able to enter this place umprompted and summon humans there. Each star-point of Kadath Mandala points to a distant tower.

And so, we can finally advance to a deeper level: the SEA OF SOULS, babeyy. Every single living being (human, animal, plant, demon, god, etc) came from the Sea, and to the Sea they will one day return. Mix and match and a new soul is created to form new life. Chronos, one of the oldest beings in the Persona Universe, is in charge of overseeing that everything is running as it should in the Sea. He accompanies souls back and forth (and according to me, created the Reaper). Philemon and Nyarlathotep live here... somewhere. The only known entrances in the Physical World to the Sea is through an Alaya Shrine, which will lead to the metaphysical Alaya Cavern (possibly in the Expanse), and directly to the Sea. There might or not be a whale which might or not have white feathers, and you might or not be able to fuse with it, which might or not be a bad thing.

In the deepest part of the Sea one can find the GREAT SEAL, created from Minato/Minako to prevent Erebus from ever reaching Nyx' psyche / Nyx Avatar, like an eternal guardian of sorts. This is the deepest level a Velvet Room attendant can reach on their own. Nyx' psyche is still able to influence up to the physical world with "You crave death" vibes, but as long as you don't actually crave death, the Great Seal will remain strong.

That's all we know for now. Thanks for the ask!

[phantomarine]

Why do the Philemons like manta rays so much. like their island kinda looks like one but that seems a little thin

-flappy wings make it feel birdlike even in the sea -pointy tail barb looks like a rapier -lots of fantasy pirate hat designs have that weird cutout at the top that looks like the cephalic fins of a manta ray and I like that -and yeah the archipelago also looks like a manta

[tankyash01]

#G/T story 1

Philemon was smirking at the sight of the trembling people he was passing by. It's not like he liked them, they treated giants like crap, the least he could do was to intimidate them a little.

Many decades ago humanity subjugate giants' race, thanks to a chip they had injected into every single giant. With one press of a special button, chip was ending giant's life in a blink of an eye. That's why big folks had to obey humans, otherwise they were met with death itself.

All giants were homeless, some of them found refuge in vacants, others were forced to live in forests, on the beaches or in the mountains.

Giants' main task was to disposing trash by eating it, since they were known for their hard teeth, lack of taste sense and stomachs made out of steel - that's why trash never made them sick. Thanks to it, humanity got rid of dumps and could transform it into better places. For humans, of course.

And that's where Philemon was heading to. He was responsible for emptying preschools', elementary schools', middle schools' and high schools' trash cans.

He stopped by Pinewood Elementary School - the first school on his list. He patiently waited for trash cans to be taken out. As soon as three large plastic boxes full of trash were exposed to Philemon, he snatched one of them and having lifted it up to his mouth, he let the content enter his mouth. After he swallowed it, he set the first trash can down and was about to empty second one, when he noticed with a corner of his eye a small movement behind it.

Giant swiftly lifted up the trash can and became greatly surprised, when he saw what - or rather who - had been hiding behind it.

Little human girl was something like out of "The Little Match Girl". She was wearing dirty brown dress with a hood sewed out from several patches. She had caramel brown messy long braided up hair. Her eyes were green, her face was dotted with multiple freckles.

Philemon was confused. She didn't seem like other children he had met before, quite the opposite - she was skinny, she seemed tired, sad and scared. And most importantly - she was alone. There was no sign of an adult, who could potentially be her guardian.

As soon as little girl's existence was discovered, she whimpered at the sight of the massive being and having ran off a little, she huddled against school's wall.

Giant shrugged it off and emptied second trash can. But when he was about to end third one, he saw as girl was looking at it, while licking her lips. And that's when it dawned on giant, that she was just like him - homeless and hungry.

He shouldn't have cared. He should have been happy that she'll die before she learns to despise and torture giants. But looking down at her pathetic little form, Philemon felt weird feeling in his heart. Perhaps compassion?

He sighed quietly and having moved trash can closer to little girl, he tilted it, causing content to fall out of it.

Small girl timidly tiptoed to the trash mountain and began to pick up edible, not rotten food and stuffed it in her satchel hanging over her arm. 

After she filled her bag, she looked into giant's eyes and then ran off to God knows where.

Giant ate rest of trash and stood up, turning his footsteps towards another school.

***

But it wasn't the end. It was just a beginning.

Everyday, as soon as Philemon shown up at Pinewood Elementary School, little girl was appearing out of nowhere and kept giant company, hoping he would share his "meal" with her.

Philemon quickly get accustomed to her presence and he eagerly helped her with getting food from trash cans - it wasn't like he was starving when he was sharing it with her.

He would never have imagined helping a human, they didn't deserve sympathy. So what made this girl different? Perhaps her young age and fact that she was alike him made Philemon's stony heart sensitive.

***

Giant had just emptied last trash can assigned to him, when he heard a distant rumble and felt few raindrops splashing on his cheeks. He tighter wrapped his coat around him and began to going back to his vacant he claimed few months ago.

But when he reached Pinewood Elementary School area, a faint sob came to his ears. Giant followed the sound and saw his little companion, laying in the large cardboard box, being covered with now completely soaked newspapers. She was trembling from the cold and was quietly crying to herself.

Without thinking long, Philemon reached his hand and clasped it over her. With his second hand he pulled a cloth out of his left pocket and then wrapped it tightly around the girl.

After that, he gently pressed her against his chest and resumed going back to his vacant.

***

It didn't take long for giant to reach his place. He carefully sat down and having removed his hand from his chest, looked at the little girl.

She was now sleeping, her paleness was now replaced with pink cheeks and she wasn't trembling anymore. She was hugging giant's thumb, as if it was a teddy bear.

Philemon tried to gently get her off from his hand, to move her on probably more comfortable mattress, but she clutched more onto his thumb in response.

He sighed quietly and began to gently stroke her back with his other hand. After that, he gently laid down, watching his movements, not wanting to hurt little human.

"Oh Philemon, what have you got yourself into?" he thought grumpily before falling asleep with little girl still sleeping on his hand.

[taldigi]

After seeing your art with Philemon it got me thinking, how do you think Joker feels about the Velvet Room after all is said and done? Like, his experience there SUCKED but it also wasn't really Igor's fault. But Igor also happens to look exactly like the evil god that manipulated and tortured Joker, and I don't know if he'd be able to differentiate the two so easily. Plus, even if it wasn't completely their fault, it's not like the Velvet Room does much to make it up to him. Just a: We are sorry you did not get the Velvet Room experience that you were supposed to. Please take a Morgana as compensation. So I can't help but wonder what his end views are regarding Igor and Lavenza, as well as how he'd view Philemon. What do you think?

Ohh- now I think it's a really interesting thought experiment

I think Joker is, so far, the only one that Philemon never appeared to in some form or another (main series). IIRC he appears to Makoto Yuki and KIND OF Yu Narukami.. but the butterflies in p5 are explicitly Lavenza.

Perhaps the altercation between the Velvet Room and Yaldabaoth is considered petty in comparison to some of the other fates presented in other games- perhaps Philemon felt it unnecessary to intervene in the same measures he has before- especially at risk of agitating Nyarlathotep into like action.

Maybe cause the stakes were never a world-ending one (world altering, yes- but Ending? No.)? Maybe because the beef was with Igor and not him? In the end, he trusted the VR to get themselves out of their own mess (Which they ultimately did- so he was right on that front.) I mean.. Yaldabaoth is essentially a toddler compared to shit like Nyx, and he barely interacted with that mess- both times.

Joker isn't a hate kinda guy, and I think he's able to come to terms with the fact that the VR were kind of always on his side- even if they don't go out of their way/are unable to assist more than they are allowed to. There is an element of affection when it comes to Lavenza after all, and Igor wasn't responsible as he was locked away- and Igor's demeanor is so radically different, even having the same face shouldn't affect too much. Unnerving, sure- but when isn't he unnerving? Canonly?

That being said, Joker's whole MO is "People with authority who don't use that authority to help others are assholes." and he exists as a kind of Lucifer allegory in that sense (is he not, after all, the ultimate rebel who chose to defy god? Joker is beauty, he is grace, he shot god in the face.) And.. should he have been aware of Philemon, I think he's on team "punch him in the face".

That being said, I have a feeling that Philemon would find that absolutely charming. How very Joker for an action so unlike Joker.

From what I understand of Philemon, is that his role is that of the guide. Even though his guidance-only approach seems underwhelming and roundabout, it's been the best solution that is able to empower humanity to save themselves from themselves. Rather than having to rely on a god to fix their problems.. which is a very very very p5 sort of narrative, it's an approach that emphasizes that the flaws and failures of humanity are important building blocks. Philemon snapping away someone to save them robs the rest of the world of their growth. Joker and Philemon are very very much on the same wavelength, if Semester 3 is anything to go by.

Would Joker be angry? Yes. Disdainful and Dissapointed due to being the designated nanny for an infant god? Absolutely yes! And he'll even take every opportunity to make sassy little remarks in retaliation. But... Hateful? Never.

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Main Panel DC Con 2023

We're gonna jump right into questions:

How long have they been friends?

Jared answers that we all have our beliefs on why we're here, and what here is- this isn't the first lifetime they've been friends. That's so lovely 🥹🥰

He says technically, objectively this time around it was January-February 2005. Jensen says that's when they first met, and that when they met there was certainly a pretty fast connection between them- Jared interrupts to say he was pretty and Jensen was fast...then Jensen says he's gotten faster with age. I'm not gonna make a comment.

Jensen continues by saying that the day they met was the day they were auditioning for the roles in front of the studio and the network, and usually, there are a few different actors for the same role but when he walked into the building it was just Jared in there, and when they were called in they were called in together so they only read with each other and they were doing the scene where Dean tries to convince Sam to go on the road with him, and Jensen says immediately he was like 'oh this guy knows how to play, I can play ball with this guy' that there was a sensibility Jared had with his delivery and he was reacting to everything he was saying and it felt really natural.

They're asked to walk out and give everyone in the room a few minutes to talk it over, so they waited until they were told to go back in that they were going to be given some notes, when they walked back in the room everyone stood up and clapped and told them congratulations. So they left knowing they were about to work together and exchanged phone numbers. A day or two later Jared was inviting Jensen over to his place to play ping pong, it was then and there their friendship was born.

Jared tells two more stories. He lived in the LA Valley area and there are a lot of adult videos filmed in the area, and he lived next to an ex-porn actor and so Jensen came over, and they're two 20yr old guys, they're both in relationships but during the night they're playing ping pong and they have a keg, and all these actresses are coming in and out and Jensen was like 'where do you live dude?'.

Then, he's never told this story publically and he wonders if Jensen remembers it, but one of his makeup artists on Gilmore Girls had been talking about eye patches because he gets a little squinty if he doesn't sleep or has allergies- his eyes are really reactive. So, when he and Jensen met for the first time during the auditions, he thinks it was after the 1st or 2nd read, he asked him how he got his eyes so big because he thought Jensen knew a trick to make them look bigger. And Jensen was so confused.

Jensen doesn't remember that but he remembers Jared was squinty when he was younger, he was so brooding.

He also says he was worried Jared was going to tell another story involving a Chrissy from Oregon who was a neighbor that came over and was very nice, and they had a very interesting conversation. x

Next, question comes from Philemon Chambers, for those who don't know he played Augustus in Walker Independence, he wants to know who won ping pong?

Jared answers that in ping pong they were pretty split, pretty 50/50. And that he's probably still sore from playing ping pong with Jensen 20yrs ago.

Jensen says it was a bad idea when they took the ping pong table over to set because whenever they had a break, like lighting breaks which a lighting set up can be 20 to 45mins, they'd go next stage to play ping pong but the longer the break the sweatier they'd get so they'd come back to set and it would cause a delay cause the makeup department would have to cool them down. Until one day the ping pong table just dissapeared.

He says that's how the producers and directors would govern them they'd just take shit away for example the Impala had like a police spotlight at one point but got taken away because they'd blind the camera operator, and they also lost a horn during a certain point of the show because every time one of the camera operators leaned across the hood they'd honk it.

Jared says they wouldn't ask them to stop doing something they'd just take it away. Someone mentions the radio, Jensen says that's right the radio used to work it doesn't. x

What advice do they have for someone embarking on their 20s?

Jensen says in your 20's you still have so far to go in the best way so don't get hung up on stuff that will seem trivial 10yrs from now. Don't waste your time, there's a book called Don't Sweat the Small Stuff he recommends find it, read it, use it. But also even if you just take that title of don't sweat the small stuff because we do inevitably as people it's what we do, we focus on things that bring us to places emotionally that have no purpose that kinda stuff is just gonna be gone. He would say 20s is the perfect time to explore, have fun, live your life, dream big, and don't sweat the small stuff.

Jared agrees and adds don't sign long-term contracts, don't operate heavy machinery, don't drive but seriously your 20s are not the latter part of your life they're the beginning of your life. And he will add as well explore your first 20 years, explore how you got to where you are, the earlier you look into what's made you you, and what works and doesn't the better it'll be he started late, he started when he was like 35 and he's been working back trying to figure out what happened when he was 0-20 that formed who he is these days. Be curious, be kind, be compassionate. x

Looking back what's their favorite funny story in the time that they've known each other?

Jared says there are so many but this one popped up in his head, and it's the story of how when the twins were going to be born Jensen left his passport in Austin by mistake. In case anyone doesn't know the story the quick version of it is that D was set to give birth to the twins, and Jensen is usually very responsible but something told Jared to ask him to go touch his passport just to make sure he had it (because they were in Van filming and needed to get back to the States for the birth) and Jensen thought Jared was playing a prank on him but he checked anyways and it was not in his bag. He asks Jared about it he doesn't know where it is he wasn't messing with him, turns out Jensen left it by mistake in a jacket pocket in Austin. They got in contact with a law enforcement friend they have who contacted TSA or something and explained the situation so they were able to fly out of Canada and Jensen was able to be there for the twins' birth.

Jensen says this is an 18yr friendship they've had going, for the majority of it they've spent more time with each other than any other human being on the planet, so there are a lot of stories it's hard to pick one. He'll say what he misses about them working together so often was the times in between set-ups and shots when they would go and just spend time in the trailer. In most shows, they yell cut and actors go to their respective spaces but they didn't do that he would go to Jared's trailer sit on his couch, watch tv, and just hang out, and it was weird that they'd do that cause they never get tired of each other which he thinks speaks volumes when you spend that much time together and he thinks it's why they're still here today. 😍

When was a time that they had a hard decision to make? Something they weren't sure about but it ended up paying off.

Jared thinks he and Jensen have a similar story that could be an answer. Probably the most integral and scariest decision he ever made was to quit college and drive out to LA to try and be an actor. To go back to the 20yr question they had been asked earlier, he was 17 at the time when he did this, but the same rule goes and that's try on all the hats that you can, give it a shot, you're still learning who you are. He's 41, a husband, a father, a friend and he's still learning who he is and why he is who he is. In your 20s before you have a spouse, or kids, or a mortgage, or whatever it's a great time to go give it a shot, you rather try and learn that it's not for you than never try.

Jensen asks Jared if he had a backup plan. He did, it was to go back to college. He had some hours logged in already due to AP courses.

Jensen echoes what Jared said, one of the many things they have in common is that their origin story is very similar. He was set to go to college, courses were set, had a dorm room and roommate assigned, and then last minute just a few weeks before he had to report on campus, he said he was going to Hollywood and giving acting a shot. His dad gave him 6 months, they were incredibly supportive but his dad told him to give it a semester, and if he realized it wasn't for him to come back and start school in the second semester. He drove off and never came back, he started working right away and just kept working and kept working and it's like Jared said it's those little decisions that can have a big effect but don't put so much weight on every decision thinking it's gonna have a big effect, he's had a ton of decisions in his life that have had little or no effect at all.

There's another decision, he was on a soap opera for a number of years, he did 3 years and they wanted to extend his contract to do 3 more. As a 20yr old at the time he found it amazing, he did a good enough job they wanted to reward him with a bigger contract and the pay was going to triple- it was a dream come true type of thing and he had a bunch of congrats and people on set telling him it looked like he was gonna be there a couple more years but one amazing actress pulled him aside and told him no, that he wasn't he needed to go. And not in the way of wanting him gone but in the way of there are other things for him out there and he needed to go explore more and so against all odds he did, and that's a decision that has paid off. x

Do they have any shows or movies they re-watch or books they re-read that are really cherished? And why do they mean something to them?

Jared has some feel-good shows, he tries not to re-read books he just feels like there are so many he would love to read but he has re-read Into the Air by Jon Krakauer. And when he finds himself rewatching shows it's from his childhood like he'll put on Garfield or Simpsons. Someone in the crowd yells out Ninja Turtles and he says Ninja Turtles for sure. Jensen asks him which turtle he is and Jared replies he's probably Michelangelo but his favorite is Donatello. He thinks it's because he could always find a stick and hit people with it; his parents wouldn't let him have nunchucks, or the sai, or swords but he could always find a stick and pretend he was Donatello. And he had a purple outfit which was pretty cool; someone in the crowd mentions Leonardo and Jared says he was also pretty cool at which point Jensen says he thought Donatello's color was blue but Jared corrects him and tells him that no Leonardo is blue, Raphael is red, and Michaelangelo is orange. So when he does re-watch things it's from his childhood.

Jensen says this is unintentional, the show is just always on but his 10yr old daughter has found Friends, and he had forgotten how really entertaining that show is he literally doesn't know what station it is on but it's always on so anytime they're in the kitchen, she'll come in, put it on and sit down, and he'll be doing stuff while it's on and he'll just hear "pivot!" and start laughing. That's another thing, he had forgotten how many iconic sayings came from that show. It's a powerhouse of a show, but as far as a genre-type show he's kinda like Jared once he watches it going back and rewatching it he feels like he's missing out on the opportunity of seeing something new. He does have films that he keeps on his ipad whenever he's traveling or something that are downloaded, and there's one particular movie that he doesn't watch from beginning to end he usually just fast-forwards through to watch certain scenes of No Country For Old Men cause he thinks it's a masterclass in film making.

Jared comments he's like that with Inglorious Bastards, and Jensen replies yeah, that anything Tarantino like Hateful Eight he's been watching scenes of it, and it could be a stage play. But he gets the wanting to go back and kind of revisit those things cause it does give you those nostalgic emotions but also you know new experiences like he's sharing this with his daughter so that's kind of a fun new experience.

Jared says he's questioning his earlier statement about wanting to read new things cause if you watch the same show or movie or even the same book at different points in your life what you pick up will be different so maybe he'll start binging SPN. He will say without a word of a lie he could watch 15.20 reaction videos for an hour and cry every time, he thinks he's watched every single one. But he'd be interested to go and revisit the show. x

The next fan asks about a fuck it list. It's like a bucket list except that instead of waiting you're going to say fuck it and do it now, if you can, and their reactions are hilarious seriously y'all have to go watch this moment. But what would their current fuck it list item be?

Jared asks who or what? And then goes "okay, so just here and now" and moves towards Jensen with his tongue out 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Jensen moves away before Jared can get to him and goes "I told you I'm faster with old age". These men are unhinged. Unhinged I tell you!

Getting back on track, Jared is stumped on an answer, he doesn't know then he asks the fan if they have kids cause he thinks it changes once you have kids and says for him he would love to travel. The fan asks if with his kids and the silence speaks a thousand words, then after he pauses he says that no, they can travel as well somewhere they're welcome to do so but that just in case his wife sees this on youtube he says that he wants to travel with the kids and his wife cause he loves them so very much. Believe it.

Jensen says no, that he doesn't have either a fuck it list or a bucket list he has responsibilities. He can't just go play, he has a house to feed and lights to keep on. He's gonna be honest he has been asked bucket list before he had not been asked fuck it list but he honestly doesn't have either and he means that he's still at the age where he has responsibilities, he has things that he thinks he needs to do, he has things that he needs to get done, and things he wants to get done in order to facilitate certain things in his life. Some of those bring him joy and some of those are just responsibilities that he needs to take care of because he's an adult. x

Final question, any updates on the Impala's?

Both of their respective cars were sent to a body shop just out of Houston, between Houston and Austin, a very reputable place that Clif found for them, and they're getting all the work done that they wanted to get done but Jensen's took longer cause it needed to be used for The Winchester. And so he told them he had to pull Baby out of the shop and it went to NOLA, filmed for a while then finally got back in the shop a few months ago. Jensen thinks it's supposed to be ready this month. He'll go pick her up and then go cruise the back roads of America, and he tells Jared he'll go pick him up and Jared says he'll be there. Jensen says they haven't done it yet but they do joke about just driving around town at some point, they may have to like put some go pros or something on the side.

Jared says his only goal with the Impala is to somehow or another get Mark Sheppard into the trunk. He will say that there's this thing called live water it's supposed to be like ph balanced water. (It's unprocessed water. Or even simpler terms it's water from the river, or a spring, or a lake except river water isn't profitable but if you call it live water it is!) Anyways, he has a subscription for it, cause of course he does, and it's like 5 a month or 5 a week. The point is every third Friday they get a delivery. You leave the empty ones on your driveway and they take them and put the new ones, and the guy who delivered last time was seemingly a fan of SPN, and the garage door was open with the Impala in there and the pic of Sam on a horse from French Mistake is right next to it leaning up against a wall and Jared was walking the dogs, and the guy who delivers looked at Jared kind of confused, looked into the garage saw the Impala and the picture shook his head, said 'dude' and walked away. x

As the panel comes to an end Jensen mentions that he had gotten asked when he and Rob Benedict came up with the last question song, he doesn't know and Rob doesn't either but Richard Speight says that he does know why it started in the first place. It was so he and Rob would stop getting booed when they walked on stage to announce the end of the panel.

Before the boys walk off stage Jared says he feels inspired and motivated to say something: Be kind, be silly, be goofy, be yourself, and share snacks. 💛

J2 Main Panel DC Con

[soul--weaver]

i dont even know how to begin to explain this, i was literally just doing practice sketches then i was seized by the need to over-explain my helios lore. i have a lot more to say about the au but ive done enough for now i think lol

helios in the microwave forever i guess

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Nathaniel Norwell | "Waning Crescent"

-Obsessed with proving his worth - first to his parents, then to the Order -Puts on superior airs to mask a deep insecurity -Possessive and abusive; keeps his brother down to feel like he has power in his life -Meticulous, insists on keeping his work and living spaces pristine and orderly -Does love his brother (in a way) and can't imagine life without him, but refuses to view him as an equal -Devoted to alchemical study for the purpose of maintaining his status

Notes:

-Probably queer but will never talk about it -I mean look at him. That's an evil twink if I've ever seen one

[Redacted] Norwell | "Helios"

-Obsessed with forging his own identity, beyond the Norwell family -Vindictive and egotistical -Sometimes pretends at submission to get others off his back, but struggles to restrain his anger - often leading to fights between him and Nathaniel -Severely undersocialized; struggles to understand others as complete people -Hates Nathaniel more than anything in the world -Studies alchemy against the Order's wishes for the purpose of surpassing his family and the Order, having been denied by both

Notes:

-Autistic -Nonbinary (specifically giving him my creature gender) -Nblm?

Lore HCs

-Parents pitted them against each other from a young age; Nathaniel outshone Helios largely by being more outspoken (as Helios was nonverbal for a portion of his youth) and coming across as more disciplined -Nathaniel was established as the golden child, while Helios was kept away from the public eye due to behavioral issues -Disallowed from joining the Order, Helios was only allowed to spectate certain meetings as a servant -Both parents died in an accident as the siblings entered adulthood -Nathaniel became far more controlling afterward in order to feel secure in his status at the Norwell heir -Forbidden to visit Azoth Library by Nathaniel, Helios began to impersonate him and used his brother's tendency towards overwork and frequent chemical exposure (as well as Nathaniel's fear of being seen as flawed in any way) to avoid scrutiny for any apparent gaps in memory

Design HCs

-Both have naturally wavy hair, but Nathaniel straightens his -Without makeup, both have pronounced eyebags -Helios is notably paler than Nathaniel, not getting outside nearly as much -Nathaniel grew his hair out first; Helios grew out his to be able to impersonate him

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IthaNort AU

-Helios and Norton meet at the Azoth Library while Helios is pretending to be Nathaniel (which, for the purposes of this AU, he probably starts doing a lot sooner) (also, either Mercury or Philemon are the director at this point, not Norton or Nathaniel) -Norton is kind of a black sheep in the Order due to his background -Not knowing Nathaniel even has a brother, Norton is confused when he starts noticing his demeanor change. Generally, Nathaniel treats him with nothing but disdain, and but there are times when, while he still clearly has an ego, he actually expresses genuine curiosity about Norton's work rather than dismissing it outright -This keeps happening, and Norton starts noticing all the little differences and ends up getting kind of fixated on "Nathaniel." Helios pays more attention to him in turn, though he doesn't expect to be figured out -Then there's an Order gathering at the Norwell manor and Norton meets Helios outside of his disguise, and everything clicks into place fairly quickly. He approaches him later at the library and takes him aside to call him on the fact he's pretending. Once Helios confirms that Norton has no intention to out him, he finds himself more intrigued by Norton himself than by his work, and starts coming by his office more and more just to hang out with him -Helios is very lonely. He will not admit that he's lonely. Fortunately Norton is also lonely and was already starting to develop an infatuation with him, so it works out

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-In this AU, Helios's obsession with getting recognition in the world ends up falling away and getting replaced by a deep desire for freedom - from Nathaniel and the Order -Things get messy with the Order, Norton gets blackmailed, some murders are done, but eventually they get to run away together <3 (Helios steals a large portion of the Norwell fortune after he kills Nathaniel. He also scars his face with chemical burns to avoid getting recognized as a Norwell ever again because he's Normal. Norton was not happy to learn this.) -A while after the fact, Lady Truth figures out enough of what happened to be able to track them down. But she's also queer and has done murder before to protect her criminal love interest Lockheart (but that's a whole other story in itself) so she chooses not to turn them in

[dootznbootz]

I absolutely love your head canons about Water Wife™️, but I’m curious about what head canons you have for Odysseus (aka. #1 Water Wife™️ simp) 🤔

I have so manyyyyyyyy!!! :D

For both, of course, and I'm not even done with Penelope never will be There's some I probably have mentioned before but bleh :D I'll put it out anyways.

Odysseus is a "pretty boy" and he's able to balance "masculine" and "feminine" beauty perfectly and he knows it and uses it. (When you're aspec, you tend to "study" what makes people "pretty". To understand it as, "What's the big deal?". That's what he does) I knew someone in theatre who when playing different characters for acting, the more "sweet and goofy" one (Seymour, Little Shop of Horrors) and the "rugged, handsome" one (Prince from Into the Woods) and he looked like different people and realized it was because he was able to really shift his jaw around and also just really expressive and Odysseus USES this. ALL the time. Paris is a more feminine pretty boy while Menelaus is a more masculine pretty boy but Odysseus is a perfect in-between. Homer doesn't stfu about Odysseus and he had multiple people wanting him. When he didn't want anyone but Penelope

What "mars" his beauty is that Odysseus bites at his lips a lot. Usually chapped and ripped up.

I kind of plan for it to be kind of unknown whether Sisyphus or Laertes is his dad. He REALLY takes after his mom in so many ways. He's a lil jealous of Ctimene as while both take after Mom, she has Dad's nose and eye color. It's something that means a lot to him that his dad loves him regardless. And it REALLY bothers him when people try and bring up Sisyphus being his dad. It makes him sincerely happy seeing Tyndarius loving all his kids even though there's a CLEAR difference on who's whose. (Omfg imagine if he could talk to his mom about Calypso and Circe as what she went through with Sisyphus 😭Maybe Penelope trying to get advice from Laertes!!!)

He actually couldn't really grow a beard until after the war. Partially because having Water Wife, as having a nymph/nymphborn for a lover tends to make your life longer AND you look younger. (Odysseus doesn't mind being beardless because he will not give up water wife loving :3 ) he was just kind of pretty smooth-shaven (not shaven but just no beard til later). Penelope teases him about it and when she does he rubs his face against hers.

Part of the reason why Odysseus tells Penelope to "only remarry when Telemachus grows a beard", knowing that A.) Odysseus left and still didn't have a beard, and B.) Telemachus is 37.5 naiad; naiads, in order to keep "slippery", don't grow a lot of body hair in general. He's hoping that his son will take after him and take forever to grow a beard like he did because he would try forever to get home. Penelope even teases him that he still doesn't have one so that's a silly request and that's the point. "I will never stop trying to come back to you. He and I will likely remain beardless forever." (it's a little funky for him when he finally grows one by the end of Troy. He's thinking "...Shit. Telemachus, stay baby-faced for your dad please.")

He tries to say his favorite poems/epics/myths are the ones of Heracles but it's actually Psyche's myth. Not giving up because you're so devoted? That you want to see your person/people again?? RINGING ANY BELLS. (Also Baucis and Philemon, because Xenia is very important to him and to grow old with his love to then get turned into olive trees together?? That's his LIFE GOAL.)

I really love the thought of him and Eumeaus being super close. Like he actually wasn't that close to Polites and Eurylochus until mid-teens but Eumeaus was raised beside him and Ctimene.

Demisexual/demiromantic/aspec: Like he didn't really get it until Penelope, at least not fully. And then he's just hit by a truck. They were in the garden when they first met (no details yet! But she just knocks him on his ass) and there were beehives and beekeepers around and he turns so red and is so gobsmacked that Penelope freaked out thinking he was stung by a bee and was dying. (being Naiad she's dealt with this before) I wouldn't say "love at first sight" as he didn't really think anything until she called him out. And she's the only one he's felt.

Mentioned before, but the Boar scar caused fertility issues. He's...very ripped up. He blames his asexuality/demisexuality on it and it's a surprise that he can run so well (Hermes' descendant and Athena saved him...just not "all of him".) Penelope had some fertility issues too (she has a lot of siblings so she's really sad about it) but he always took the blame and always made a point of "I won't take a concubine. I don't want one and I'm the reason why we can't have children. It wouldn't change anything." Though his leg does get stiffer in joints and the skin is tight when he's older. Water Wife™ helps with that. :D

Since it took a while before they had Telemachus, he had... a lot of toys made in preparation even though it took awhile. Crib too but wasn't used for a while. Telemachus luckily has many keepsakes and gifts from his dad :') and yes he carried them everywhere. (There was a branch off their "nest" that Telemachus messed around on too much when he was around 8 and it broke :'). When Odysseus comes back, Telemachus is ashamed and says sorry and Odysseus is just happy he wasn't hurt. (OUCHIE)

He actually had the Trojan horse idea for YEARS (like year 5) but everyone thought it was "dishonorable" and he was SO MAD. (also yeah, he remembered all the toys he made his son and that's how he got the idea) It is a "TOLD YOU SO!" moment when they win.

One thing I love about him is that he really is "all or nothing" in many ways. or a "0 to 100 very quickly". He does NOT let even minor insults slide. He goes all out and over the top for the people he loves and the people he hates. like, he DOES care. He loves as much as he hates. Like he's an asshole but there's always a reason (honestly I think he does have his rules. and they ARE consistent I think. probably will write an essay on it soon)

Honestly, I know a lot of people think "oh familiar stranger" when they get back and yeah, they look a little different but they still think the same in many ways. Homer ends with them still being like-minded. I think Penelope and Odysseus had the feeling of "feels like there was almost no years of separation" as they can be in-sync and "are like they were before". They're older, wiser, but he still does the funny voice that makes her laugh. She's still ticklish on her neck. So much is the same. It'll be fun to learn what's different.

Except the PTSD.

And Odysseus is basically just trying to force himself to be "normal". He's bottling things up but not pushing away. Some war stuff he's shared as there were games and some fun stories (also not as recent) But he doesn't share Circe or Calypso with Penelope at first. And he definitely doesn't want Telemachus to know. But he's not pushing away. If anything he wants them even closer than ever. And doesn't really like them being away from him.

He usually has to be the one to make "first contact" or "first touch" (don't go up behind him...ever) but he is very physically affectionate so...kind of works.

Though it saddens Penelope, as this is all Telemachus knew, he's not too affected. As to him, Odysseus is already so loving and wonderful to him and so he just sees his moments of war flashbacks and fear and his violent outbursts against others are just... Dad. He knows it's strange but no one's perfect. He's fine most of the time otherwise. He kisses his and his mother's cheeks and is trying to learn pottery from him. But Penelope knows this is not normal. Plus he's sharing some things with her that he would rather keep hidden from Telemachus forever.

Before she could always just hold him and basically do whatever and he melts. She now needs to go slow and always give some sort of warning. He usually meets her halfway, so that helps. Something he did before but...There is so much lost and that needs time.

Slowly reaching her hand out to his face? He grabs it and leans into it. She didn't need to go slow before. She opens her arms? He flops into it. Before, she could've grabbed his hand and basically pulled him into her.

He always has to be in control now and he's mad at himself for it.

"That's your son. Why did your son's joyful shouts make you think of the screams of the young men in war. Your son is fine. There's no war here. You made sure of that. That's your wife. Your wife that you've longed for 20 fucking years and you still wake up weeping and think you're with the goddesses again. Hold her. Let her hold you. Stop crying. Let her hold you. That's what you want."

He's like a cat who digs their claws into you to keep you close to them. He's angry at himself for getting scared/upset and...in a way HAS to let it be known that even though he's a mess, he NEEDS them. Always has.

He can't be the little spoon anymore. He can't have her sleep/rest on top of him anymore. He can lay on her and be the big spoon but as he was basically a "doll" for Calypso and manipulated and tricked by Circe, there are certain things he can't have done to him. If he gets in his funks, he sometimes has to have it where he holds her and she's completely still before he gives her the go-ahead to hold/touch him in return. Sometimes he has to quiz her questions only she would know. And then he just cries. He won't talk about it for a while. :')

As he and Laertes shared some of the same "adventures" with the same beings, they bond over that :D Also, with his older cousin Jason? "I don't like him. >:( He always would fuck up my hair by messing with it."

In their Early marriage, they tried each other's "hobbies". Aka Odysseus tried weaving and Penelope tried woodcarving. Two of their most prized possessions is a fucking ugly wooden duck and a little blanket that is uneven and has some holes in it. When he doesn't see his blanket next to her duck when he returns, he's worried and a bit sad but then Penelope reveals that she sleeps with it :') the dye is faded and some parts are clearly rewoven so it won't fall apart.

[ottpopfic]

Prologue

[prev]

-

It's been two and a half weeks since Leo died last

Jason is positive he's not handling it well. He's never handled any of them well, but the fact that he heard Leo die this time makes it different

Every other death there had been no sign of the other, just Piper and whatever bullshit they have gotten themselves into. But the last time, standing at the exit of the Sphinx's maze listening to Leo get crushed to death just out of his sight line had been horrible . Piper had had to hold him back from running in after him

So Jason taking off right after he had his sob fest might have been an asshole move to Piper on his part, but he couldn't stay there. They are getting closer, he can feel it. The spacing of the deaths is getting shorter, and that little window where they are both alive at the same time allows them to get closer to each other each time. Jason can feel that they are in the last push, that it's any day now and he might actually see Leo

Can he handle that, he doesn't know. It doesn't matter anyway, he's still going to keep trying

Currently, Jason is trying to reverse tree the other man. Zuse has turned so many people into plants that Jason is pretty sure it can be done in reverse. He spent over a week in research and flying about, finding the original trees people have been turned into and taking cuttings. He's hoping that he can draw energy from them and have Leo detreed back to life somehow

He's made a home base at the Baucis and Philemon shrine to his father. The place is set in a lovely grove of Oak and Linden, with the two lovers' trees twinned together behind the temple. The temple is guarded by what feels like half a million Canadian Geese, and Jason once again hates that he speaks bird

Like there's nothing wrong with birds per se, but they are loud, and opinionated, and rude. And also most of what they talk about is food and fucking, at great length and volume, which is not the most fun to listen too

Jason is down in the wildflower patch under the temple, a big clearing made by a long-ago flood. He's carefully flatted down the Jewelweed and Forget-me-nots like that one documentary on crop circles he watched with Will forever ago, bending the plants but not breaking the stems, it's a holy site after all 

Around him are the cuttings of the people plants he's been arranging into piles. Hyathsenth, Fig, Apple, Myrtle, Olive, Fir, Weeping Myrrh, Cypress, Walnut, Laurel, Popular, and of course Oak and Linden

“Godling, that bad place for nest,” a goose says as it toddles up to Jason through the wildflowers “Gramcracker can show you water if you need. Gramcracker built good nest with Cheerio by water, hatch many eggs”

“It's not a nest,” Jason tells the waterfowl

“Look like nest” Gramcracker observes, tilting his head “Sticks in circle. Not good nest, need better structure, try layering sticks not in piles”

“It's not a nest,” Jason explains “I'm trying to bring someone back”

“Back from where?”

“The dead”

“That fool errand”

“I've done it before” Jason sighs “I just gotta try something new this time”

“Ah” the goose nods “Lucky mate then”

“He's not my mate”

“Don’t, understand “ Gramcracker questions “Why build nest if not for mate?”

“It's not about him being my mate,” he sighs again “He can go have a life with someone else if he wants to, I just want him by my side”

“As mate?”

“Yeah,” Jason looks over at the goose “But he doesn’t have to be if he doesn’t want to”

“Make no sense then,” Gramcracker questions “Why build nest not for mate, no do dance yet?”

“Yeah, we haven't done a dance yet,” Jason snorts out a chuckle “But I'm making this so maybe he can come back and we can do the dance”

“Nest first then dance smart move,” the goose complements, sitting down next to him and tucking his little bird legs away “Did same with Cheerio worked very well”

“Are you happy with your Cheerio?” Jason asks him

“Very much!” Gramcracker flufflels himself out in contentedness “She's good mate, we hatch many eggs”

The goose sits with Jason as he works, simply watching his apparently atrocious nest-building 

“Why this one as mate” Gramcracker eventually asks “Many other birds on lake, less crazy godling work”

“Because he's, everything at this point,” Jason says back “We have been doing this for so long, I don't think I can stop now”

“Sunk fowllacy” 

“It's not just that, it's that he does it back. We haven't known each other for so long , but every time I go he calls me back again. He doesn't have to, but he does. It makes me want to do the same in return”

“Because love him?”

“Yeah” Jason smiles to himself “Because I love him”

“how long since been with mate”

“Three years”

“Three years ” Gramcracker squawks “That too long”

“You don't get it, you're just a bird” Jason twirls the cutting of Apple in his fingers “I heard him the last time, in the maze as it collapsed. He was there ”

“Gramcracker may be just bird,” the waterfowl ruffles himself in discontent at his answer “But Gramcracker know how to be good mate. If mate is in there you go to them”

“This is me going to him,” Jason tells the bird “If my ‘nest’ works I'll be closer this time. This time maybe I can actually see him”

“All this just to see ?!“

“We get closer each time,” Jason says, looking down at an intertwined twig of Oak and Linden “And the deaths are getting sooner. If we keep at it we might make it”

Gramcracker gives a contemplative honk “Strange curse on your mate godling”

“Yeah” Jason checks his notes again “but we'll break it eventually, we have to”

“Here idea,” the goose tells him ”Gramcracker know where good berries are, good roots. When break curse, come to Gramcracker. You two hatch many eggs then”

“Thank you friend,” Jason says laying out the last of the twigs “I might take you up on that”

-

@queenjunothegreat

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

Some things about my p2 tma au

Jun doesn't always look so.. spiraley, he normally looks similar to canon, just, a little off

Akinari isn't an avatar of the stranger per-se. He got not-them'd

Baofu is the head archivist of the magnus institute.

I originally said that katsuya would be an avatar of the eye.. but I wasn't really thinking with that, something tells me he fits the lonely a bit more

Junko was the only one to notice her husband was replaced.... But the corruption got to her before the stranger did

Maya okumura was the previous archivist, but instead of a bonkers conspiracy theorist, she actually knew what she was doing

Philemon is the head of the magnus institute. And when I design him I'll have to switch out the butterfly theming for spiders

"joker" in this au is similar to the eternal punishment version

Ulala got marked by the slaughter after the joker thing,

Tatsuya sudou may be an avatar of the desolation, but he is STRONGLY marked by the extinction (nyarly)

Eikichi is still very sixteen years old, despite having seen the deaths of everyone he knows, it doesn't really bother him anymore

Maya has definitely killed someone. She uses her avatar powers for completely normal things! Like sending hanya into an endless freefall

Lisa is a hunt avatar because I think she should bite people

Maya still can't drive and her apartment is still a mess. SHAME, well, there's other vast avatars

[parasitoidism]

for the ask game, getting the obvious out of the way ^_^ - tatsuya ?

favorite thing about them

I really just love how much of a human being he is man like god I think i've mentioned it before but the choice to punch Philemon at the end of insin is just so fucking good. It's so good. Like.. it's not necessarily philemon's fault that things turned out like this he just. lost. he lost his little chess game with nyarlathotep and the only solution left is this horribly cruel one and it's like yeah he's technically giving Tatsuya a way to save the world here but it's just impossible for him to be grateful or even accept it and forget at all and it's just like. Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh urghh

least favorite thing about them

DONT BECOME A COP TATSUYA THATS NYARLATHOTEP SPEAKING THROUGH THE ATLUS WRITERS

favorite line

GWUAHAHHHHHHHHH WAHHHH

brOTP

him and lisa and eikichi and jun and maya like theyre just THEYRE FRIEEANNNDDSS WAAHH

OTP

Tatsujun. what do you want me to say here. its insane. like are you fucking kidding me.

nOTP

Just don't be fucking weird about tatsuya i think ive ranted about this before (looking into sunset)

random headcanon

he would main soldier in tf2

unpopular opinion

ummmm idk if I have any really like.. unpopular opinions tbh. I can't think of anything

song i associate with them

I don't really have one ...

favorite picture of them

[cielomist]

ok more p5 suou au maruki scenario thoughts. this has become more of a plot outline than just miscellaneous thoughts oops.

takes place after the thieves fail to complete maruki's palace in time, so maruki puts akinari to sleep forever and goes forward with altering reality

to keep the thieves from wondering where akinari is and getting sad about his absence, he basically "writes out" akinari's role from their lives, or otherwise substitutes in akechi when he needs a stand-in

"now they won't be sad that their friend is gone, and akechi-san has friends now, so this is a good and logical and moral solution :)"

(^literally just me trying to keep akechi around despite it all but being stated that akechi is only in the 3rd semester in the first place specifically bc maruki brought him back to life for joker's sake, so really would akechi even be kept around in the Joker's Eternal Sleep scenario)

maruki took extra care with the thieves memories so they wouldn't be able to break out of the dream like they did last time and thus won't try to stop him again

shiho was still in sumaru up until maruki rewrote reality; she was not a part of the infiltration of his palace

(she just kinda got transported back to tokyo with no notice when maruki rewrote reality)

because of this he does not know she also has a persona and metaverse access

jun and tatsuya are immune to his actualization bc philemon already tried modifying their memories and if the Divine Guide of Humanity couldn't make that didn't stick then just a guy trying to play god can't do shit

so it is very incredibly noticeable to them when their son just suddenly drops off the face of the earth

when they go to tokyo, any time they try to inquire about akinari everyone just stares blankly at them, before shaking off their daze and smiling and saying "sorry, what were we talking about?"

except for akechi. akechi sees them, stares for a beat, and then just remembers everything because he is a cynical little man so full of anger (especially at the notion of being trapped in maruki's reality) that the second he is reminded of the name suou (and thus the very noticeable absence of one akinari suou) it all just immediately comes back to him

akechi joins the party and starts explaining The Maruki Shit to the suous

when tatsujun see shiho+ann, shiho recognizes jun bc he was her teacher when she was transferred from shujin, and for half a second she remembers that he was also the father of that transfer student everyone was talking about last april, but then that thought slips from her and she spends the rest of the day feeling like she's forgetting something really important, but whenever she tries to bring it up to ann ann just says "oh its probably nothing!" and carries on like everything's fine

when shiho does finally remember, she tries to get ann to remember as well, but no matter what she does or what she says she can't seem to jog ann's memory

she figures since the suou parents are actively looking for their son and ann can't seem to remember akinari beyond incredibly vague recollections, there must be something going on with him specifically and decides to also try to find out where he is and what happened to him

so everyone ends up at leblanc bc where the hell else do you go to look for akinari suou

wakaba is there!! yayy we love wakaba (futaba is ofc with her and they are having a lovely family time)

anyway jun and tats try to get over wakaba being very visibly no longer deceased and are like HEY SOJIRO WHERE THE HELL IS OUR SON

but same weird brushing off and non answer that they got from all akinari's friends

akechi's like Ok anyway. and just goes upstairs since that's where akinari was living. neither of the isshikis nor sojiro seems to acknowledge the existence of the upstairs and seem to stop perceiving akechi the second he starts going up the stairs

and there is akinari! he is asleep and nothing they do can wake him up, but he is most definitely breathing at least

so jun's like So if we beat this maruki guy my son will wake up. right.

and akechi's like Only one way to find out :)

anyway leblanc attic becomes makeshift hideout bc people affected by maruki's actualization can't seem to perceive it, to keep them away from akinari's comatose body

also it's very convenient to have cognitive psience expert wakaba isshiki just downstairs

speaking of wakaba. while cognitive psience hyperspecific hypotheticals aren't uncommon from the kashihara family (well. one specific kashihara), something about jun's specific inquiry causes her to realize she doesn't actually have solid memories of the last 2 years; she knows she somehow managed to find the perfect work-life balance so she has plenty of time to spend with her daughter while also being completely fulfilled by her work, but she can't seem to grasp anything solid

and then she notices the stairs to the attic and is like Huh. wonder why i forgot those are there.

so she goes upstairs while sojiro and futaba are talking and finds tatsujun+akechi+shiho+comatose akinari

and she's like Hi jun did something happen to me a couple years ago? i realized i don't have real memories of the past two years. and your questions about someone being able to theoretically overwrite reality using the cognition of the collective unconscious made me curious.

and jun's like Uh.

and akechi's internally like UH.

and wakaba's like Jun am i supposed to be dead. if yes what happened to futaba

so the party tries to give wakaba the bullet points of what's happening bc frankly if she knows what's happening she might be able to give even better insight on how to deal with whatever maruki's doing

[akechi sitting silently and awkwardly in the background not making eye contact]

so now wakaba is looped in! she agrees to look after akinari while the party deals w maruki

so then the party makes their way to maruki's palace. when they get there akechi just starts yelling for maruki like Maaaarruuukiiiiii come out we just wanna taaaaaallk :) and maybe cause grevious bodily harm :)))))

maruki appears bc he's like well akechi shouldn't remember that this is all fake. oh who are these other people.

and jun's like Hiii i'm jun suou and this is my husband tatsuya. we were looking for our son. akinari :)

and maruki's like Ah. well.

jun: and we noticed he was comatose. :) so i'd like you to wake him up please :)

maruki: i can't do that, the decision on whether to oppose my perfect reality was causing him a lot of grief so :( i had to put him to sleep so he wouldn't be burdened by that anymore :(

and jun's like this is a pretty sad excuse for a perfect reality when my son that i love more than life itself is COMATOSE.

and maruki gets all preachy about his Vision, and in doing so starts talking to/about shiho and "wouldn't it be better if everything with kamoshida never happened?"

shiho now absolutely frozen in place. maruki keeps talking, making himself bascially sound like a saint for "taking her pain away"

shiho gets fed up and snaps bc he didn't even ASK. her whole life has just been people deciding FOR her, her opinions never mattered, she's just always been expected to choke down and accept what The Adults decide is what's best for her with a smile, from her parents to teachers and coaches and every other fucking person besides ann

so shiho gets to snap at maruki for being no different from anyone else in just deciding to make important life decisions for her without bothering to consult her and then she awakens to her ultimate persona :)

anyway maruki probably fucks off around this point bc he now has four extremely pissed off and powerful persona users at his doorstep and he's like Noooo i'm a pacifist :( and he knows he's not gonna convince them to accept his reality peacefully

[laf-outloud]

https://tvline.com/2023/05/10/walker-independence-season-2-cancellation-renewal-update-jared-padalecki/

Just one day after The CW cancelled the Walker prequel spinoff, Jared Padalecki — who serves as an executive producer on both shows — tells TVLine that efforts are underway to find the Western drama a new home for Season 2.

“We are aggressively looking for a place that Walker Independence can land,” Padalecki says. He describes the show’s axing after just one season as “unfortunate,” but remains hopeful that it will live on at another outlet. “I think cancelled is maybe the most common word used, but I think a better way to look at it is that Walker Independence will not be on The CW next year.”

“I’m so proud of Walker Independence. It’s such a great show. I think it’s a show that’s needed,” Padalecki adds. “We absolutely are thrilled about the show, proud of the show, and we all feel like it belongs somewhere people can see it. We love the cast. We love the writing. We love the setting. We love the storylines that it’s telling. It’s storylines unlike any other ‘Western’ show on TV or streaming right now.”

I do find it odd that no one from the WIndy cast had really spoken out yet since the cancellation yesterday. I know that it just happened but cast usually has at least a little heads up so they could have planned posts to make. The only one I can recall seeing was a tweet from Philemon thanking people. I don't believe anyone else has posted? Hopefully this is something that is being communicated with them and hopefully WIndy finds a new place to land!

I found that curious as well and had been watching the producer's IG accounts to see if they would post. Since they hadn't, I had guessed that WIndy was being shopped around. I'm glad that Jared's working on it. If anyone can move mountains, he can!