#secret cow island

[klaasfoto]

[klaascows]

[cassmouse]

Inside me somewhere there will always be that very small child who sat down with her dad to play HIS favourite childhood game and her life was changed forever because that game was The Secret of Monkey Island and it shaped my humour and personality in ways I didn't think possible at the time

[hotvintagepoll]

Vincent Price (House on Haunted Hill)—He's so scrungly, scheming constantly, horror icon, sneaking around in secret passages and such, sinister lil mad scientist smile, he's juste a spooky lil guy

Buster Keaton (Sherlock Jr., One Week)—Grandfather of slapstick and did a lot of great stunts for comedy including the first having a set piece down with him standing in the doorway still referenced today, riding a cow catcher on a locomotive, and falling from a third story building through two awnings grabbing a rain gutter falling forward and then going through a window.

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Vincent Price:

Buster Keaton:

Many scrungly little guys look as if they're falling down a staircase. Buster Keaton actually IS falling down a staircase, every day of his life. Also, truly committing to the "little" part at around 5 foot 5. This competition will be the revenge of the short kings or I will die trying.

Link to the Coney Island fancam

First, he kind of looks like a Dollar Store Charlie Chaplin. Just absolutely busted Chaplin. Second, he's lanky and awkward and he's like if Doug Jones had been plopped into the silent movie era. He looks like a cartoon come to life. He looks like if you gave a chihuahua a human body and slightly less anxiety. And because it's silent films for the most part, it really does look like a cartoon character irl.

[yuna542]

[9.]

~The Devil in Person~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Physical Violence, Physical Fight, mentions of blood and alcohol

Taglist: Open

Word count: 4k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play: You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

„You should see me in a crown

I'm gonna run this nothing town

Watch me make 'em bow

One by one“

JJ Pov.

When I spotted Kiara, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was keeping me company in this hell on earth. John B hadn't shown up on time, so I had to come up with one silly excuse after another to explain why he wasn't there for his first day of work.

Seeing Kiara in a gown and dressed up like a doll was always strange. It seemed like a disguise. A costume that didn't quite seem to fit her, even if she did look beautiful.

Pope and his dad wouldn't show up here until seven. It was still two seemingly endless hours until then.

1300 damn dollars we had to get to pay for the damage to the Camerons' garbage can and Rafe's stupid jacket. For that we escaped a suspended sentence for burglary and property damage, but it still sucked that John B, Pope and I now had to slave away at the fucking Kooks' party to pay the fine. Here we would make maybe $100. For the next few weeks we had to do any job we could get.

Who knew those big garbage cans were worth a fortune?

However, the look on Rafe's and the other Kooks' faces had been priceless.

I plucked at the damn bow tie for the hundredth time. John B had only had this colorful one left for me. Plus the waiter costume I felt more than uncomfortable in. I missed my cap and hated every second on this kook circus.

More and more of them were arriving. All in ridiculous costumes and with put on politeness. How I hated these snobs.

It was about time my friends showed up before I poured the entire bottle over the blonde head of the arrogant cow who asked me to pour her wine for the fourth time.

It was humiliating enough serving the Kooks and being shooed around, but to make matters worse, there came Rafe, Kelce, Topper and a bunch of the other assholes to the porch where dinner was being held.

They all looked ridiculous with their colorful suits and ties. Like the Power Puff girls in action: When Rafe spotted me, he fixed me with a look that bore right through me.

I just grinned and waved at him provocatively before moving on to serve the next drinks.

However, it was obvious from his eyes alone that the dynamite thing wasn't done for him yet. Especially since Diaz was back on the island, Rafe seemed more aggressive and unpredictable than usual.

At half past five, John B finally showed up.

"Shit, there you are at last. I had to tie this stupid bow tie all by myself. Come on, help me!", I said and pressed two Pina Coladas into his hands.

He looked completely lost and his hair was a mess. He wore a white shirt and a vest that was much too big for him. Probably from his father. However, he was wearing an equally colorful bow tie, which calmed me down a bit.

"Sorry. The Twinkie just didn't start and I had to go to the police again."

On the side, I mixed two caipirinhas and frowned.

"Why? Did they want something else?"

Together we walked to the tables and I pointed to the old man who had ordered the drinks. We served the glasses with a friendly smile and went back to the bar, slightly off to the side.

"I testified that Pope and Kiara weren't there. You'll have to do that too."

Sure... John B and I were trusted to do the whole thing anyway. Even if it hadn't been us, the poor saps with no real family, one father missing, the other an aggressive alcoholic, were the most likely to be blamed. But for Pope, his scholarship was at stake and Kiara's parents didn't want her to spend any time with us at all. If there were a string of felonies on top of that, they'd probably send her to boarding school. Or even to that sick retreat camp they told her Horror Stories about when she misbehaved.

So I nodded.

"Sure. Okay."

I would go through hell for my friends. They were my family and everything I cared about here in the Outer Banks.

John B helped me with the drinks. Fortunately, this wasn't the first time we'd had to work as waiters.

But I liked fixing cars or ship engines better. Even delivering with Pope was better than this.

"Is the martini gluten-free, too?" asked a put-upon snarky voice behind us.

As we turned around, befuddled, John was amazed at the sight of Kiara.

She had her hair up and was wearing a beige dress that made her look like one of the rich girls. That's when I remembered that she was actually one of those girls. When you spent time with her, you forgot that really quickly.

"Wow... That's...", John B stuttered as they gave each other our typical handshake in greeting.

"It's a dress. Yes I know," she replied, crossing her arms.

"I like it. You look like a real kook," I teased her and saw an old man give a hand signal that he wanted to order something. Sighing, I patted John B on the shoulder and went on my way.

He told Kie about the testimony before he too went to work and we hurried between the tables.

At seven, Pope showed up with his dad and helped him with the deliveries and later at the grill.

When things quieted down since everyone was served, I joined him. He was wearing a brown apron and thick gloves. Fortunately, it wasn't as hot today as the last few days and there was always a pleasant breeze driving across the coast.

"Cute," he commented on my getup, pointing to the bow tie.

"Screw you," I laughed, running a hand through my hair.

"They're having a party over on the other side," he remarked as we watched the tables.

In fact, I had already heard the music from inside.

"Have you seen the Camerons yet?", I asked in passing, but Pope just shook his head.

"So far, only Rafe."

Unconsciously, I had been on the lookout for Diaz all evening, after all, she was never absent from events like this, and where Sarah was, Skylar wasn't far behind.

That's when John B joined us with Kie, who now also managed to sneak away successfully.

"You guys look really adorable next to each other," Kiara laughed as John B leaned against the fence next to me. In response, I flipped her off.

"What's it about?" asked JB curiously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"The Camerons are throwing the party, but they're nowhere to be seen. Neither is Diaz," I explained, scanning the crowd again for the Kook Princess' dark curls.

"Do you miss her that much already?" said Kiara sarcastically, to which I snorted derisively.

"She can go to hell. That arrogant little..."

"Speaking of the devil…," John B interrupted me then, and sure enough, out of the main entrance now stepped Ward Cameron with his wife, along with Richard Leroy. He had longer hair, but the same cold eyes and stern face as before. He was wearing a black suit that probably cost more than the Pogue and was talking animatedly with Ward.

Behind them, Sarah and Skylar followed.

"You could be right about Devil," I muttered absently, as I couldn't stop staring at the dark-haired girl in the wine-red dress.

She reminded me of a goddess or the devil himself as she tossed her hair back and strutted over to the porch. The dark red of the dress perfectly matched the caramel complexion of her skin and ebony curls.

The fabric of the dress clung to her curves like a second skin, revealing her naked skin at the back.

That's when Stan, the boss of this bar showed up, apparently looking for us.

"Work calls," I muttered, not having quite recovered from Diaz's appearance. John also kept glancing over at her as we came back out onto the porch, but his gaze was diverted by Sarah.

Sky was greeted effusively by several people until she joined Rafe and Topper with Sarah. In doing so, she did not dare looking at me with a glance, although I was sure she had seen me.

John B was serving the adults' table, so I had to move over to the Kooks' table with my lips pressed together. I had been dreading this moment all evening.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?"

It wasn't until I addressed her that she interrupted her conversation with Rafe and eyed me suspiciously. We both still had our last argument in mind.

She looked even more stunning up close. The full lips were made up blood red and her eyes reminded of liquid chocolate, framed by long thick eyelashes and curved eyebrows.

Her cleavage was especially highlighted by the dress. The girl who were washed up with the Greg Noll in front of my house was hardly recognizable.

"Yes. A Mai Tai for me, please. You know what that is, right?"

Innocently, she put on a questioning look, but the provocation was more than clear.

"Of course."

"Good, Sarah, what do you want?"

The blonde girl was the only one to give me a tight smile, obviously unsure if she could allow herself to order a cocktail so bluntly in front of her father. Sky didn't seem to mind at all that her stepfather was sitting just one table over.

"A glass of white wine."

I nodded curtly, and at that moment our eyes crossed. Sky had a strange glint in her eyes. Ever since the altercation at the Château, she seemed belligerent. Like a predator waiting for its prey to venture out of its den.

"Come on! The young ladies are waiting," Rafe suddenly hissed irritably, which jolted me out of my stupor.

Sky gave me one last look through her thick lashes and then turned to Sarah. I couldn’t get rid of the thought, that she was pissed and angry especially at me…

I forcefully stopped myself from commenting on Rafe's stupid suit and prepared the drinks at the bar.

As I served the glasses, Sarah mumbled a quick thank you and I accidentally grazed Sky's arm. But as I looked at her, I doubted it had been an accident on her part.

Our faces suddenly hovered close to each other.

"You should pay close attention today. You didn't just messed it up with a random Kook," she whispered barely audibly, and though she said it with a sweet smile, the threat behind the words was unmistakable. One only had to glance at Rafe's angry face to know what she was alluding to. His head grew a shade redder every second I spent near Sky.

"Is that supposed to be a threat, princess?", I whispered just as softly.

But even behind her eyes, I recognized the chilling coldness that only reinforced the hostility between us.

"Just a hint, Pogue."

She held me captive just by that feather-light touch on my arm, and I couldn't stop staring at her lips.

It wasn't until she lifted her hand, releasing my whole body with it, that I was able to move again and turn away from the table.

Only when I was back at the bar did I dare to let go of the breath I had been holding until then.

Today I definitely had to stay out of the Kooks' way. As long as we were among people here, Rafe wouldn't dare start a brawl, but that didn't calm the unease inside me one bit. We were on enemy territory here and gradually I began to realize that the whole thing was a big trap that had been set for us by the Kooks. Sky had a plan, I was sure of it by now.

„Is everything alright, bud?“, John B asked while we were cleaning glasses at the bar.

„I‘m pretty sure Diaz wants to kill me“, I explained obviously a bit on edge.

„After what you said to her at the chateau? Yes probably“, Kiara commented while sipping on her drink. That didn’t help at all.

Finally, at nine o'clock our shift was over and most of the guests were already heading home. John B and I said goodbye to Mr. Dooley, the boss of the bar, and hurried through the aisles, finally getting the hell out of this cursed place. My motorcycle was parked at the front of the road and the Twinkie right next to it. We just had to make it there and then we would be safe. That's when Pope ran after us and stopped us.

"Guys, they're on the terrace!" he warned us, but it was already too late. Alarmed, we gave each other a panicked look, and by then Topper, Rafe, and Kelce were already coming through the front door, which was supposed to be our escape route.

"Shit!" it escaped me and we immediately ran in the other direction. As fast as I could, I weaved my way through the rooms until I arrived at the restrooms.

Panicked, I rattled the doors, but each was locked. John B and Pope came into the room behind me, breathing heavily.

"Fuck! Shit!", I cursed over and over as the prospect of escape diminished.

"There's three of them. So are we. We can take on them," I reasoned aloud as John B also tried doors but failed miserably.

"Are you insane?" escaped Pope, who had fear sweat on his forehead.

"There's never just three of them, dude!", John agreed with him.

That's when John B finally got lucky with a door and I had slipped through before he opened it properly. But that's when I realized our mistake.

The Kooks had simply walked across the patio once around the house and were now coming to the opposite door into the dressing room.

Before I could react, Rafe had punched me and my head was thrown back.

Kelce and Topper took advantage of the moment to grab me.

I yanked on their tight grips, but Rafe punched me in the stomach so hard that I doubled over, gasping.

At that moment John rushed in and was about to pounce on Rafe, but he had reckoned with it and shoved him against the wall in such a way that he hit the back of his head hard and went down immediately.

Pope was caught in the hallway by two more Kooks, who also dragged him into the dressing room. He didn't put up any more of a fight when he saw John B and me caught.

The rage in my belly boiled so high that I bared my teeth and tore at Kelce's and Topper's arms like a wild animal.

Behind Rafe, another Kook made himself known, dragging the apathetic John B to his feet.

He tried to fight back, but the redhead, who had just been holding Pope, came to the other's aid and pinned him to the wall.

Pope was now trapped in a headlock and I, too, saw little chance of escape.

"Finally got you, assholes," Rafe warbled, grinning smugly.

His attention turned to me and he cracked his knuckles as if to prepare himself.

An iron taste was already spreading in my mouth, but it was nothing I hadn't experienced countless times before.

"Hold him tight so I can hit him right!" he instructed his friends, who painfully twisted my arms behind my back so I stood upright. One wrong move and they would dislocate both my shoulders.

He gyrated his wrist as if to warm up.

"Really cute costumes you guys have. Was there a bulk discount in the children's department?", I asked provocatively, unable to keep from grinning despite my predicament. Rafe only got angrier and a mad glint entered his eyes before he lashed out and punched me square in the face. It was a dull sound and everything around me went black until I slowly opened my eyes again and bright flashes twitched through the air everywhere.

I spat a gush of blood on the ground in front of him and returned his gaze unflinchingly.

"You hit like a girl," I continued to provoke, smiling. His anger that I showed no fear or remorse made the throbbing in my head only half as bad. Blood was pouring out of my nose and the side of my lip had split open again in the same place as last time.

"Shit JJ, just shut up!" whimpered Pope, giving a pained gasp as the giant behind him increased the pressure on his neck.

Seeing my friends like this was too much.

"Three against one... Are you that afraid of me you pathetic little son of a…?", I continued to tease, and a guttural sound escaped me as he lashed out again and my head was thrown back painfully.

„Pussy!“, I screamed in his face as the next punch already almost threw me of my feet. But Topper and Kelce held me tightly upright.

„Do you ever stop talking, Maybank? Should we find out what it takes to finally shut you up, huh?“

His voice was echoing through my consciousness through the throbbing in my ears. My field of vision was blurry, but I could see Rafe shaking his head angrily as I glared at him with a wry grin.

There he was about to lash out again, but he paused as a soft voice cut through the atmosphere.

"Rafe, that's enough!"

I had to squint my eyes, but I recognized Sky immediately as she stepped out from behind him. I hadn't even noticed how she had walked in. Maybe she was there already from the beginning.

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor was the only sound for a few seconds. She walked to John B first and lifted his head by his hair slightly to see how hard it had hit him.

„Poor Routledge boy… Aren’t you tired of cleaning up your buddy’s mess?“, she sighed.

When his eyelids fluttered at that, she let go of him and turned to the two Kooks holding him.

"God, let those two go! Or do they look like a threat to you?" she said, giving Pope a curt look that almost looked like pity.

Then she harshly pushed Rafe aside and finally stood in front of me.

It was very obvious who was the one in charge now. Rafe had no power over the Kooks anymore. It was crazy that she just had to enter the room, to get all attention. All the Kook-Goons were literally at her feet, waiting for instructions.

She inspected me, like a stray-dog she had picked up off the street, and seemed to be weighing whether I was worth saving or not.

"Rafe that's a bit primitive..." she commented, suddenly stepping very close to me.

„You ruined his pretty face again…“

All eyes were on her and even the muscleheads and the psychopath Rafe seemed to be listening to what she was saying.

Amazed, I noticed that she smelled like a mixture of fresh roses and the beach on a sunny day.

"The princess herself. What an honor. Hope the cocktail suited your taste," I scoffed, trying not to get lost in those inscrutable eyes again.

She just twisted her red lips into a smile and that's when I felt her fingers slip into my pants pockets. First the ones in the back and when she couldn't find what she wanted, also in the front.

„It was a bit too sweet… but I wasn’t really expecting much.“

At the same time her lips were so close to mine that it would have been easy to overcome the distance.

I froze as her hands groped in my pockets for the motorcycle key. I could feel her cool fingertips through the fabric and shivered lightly.

Now I understood why the boys didn't make a sound. It was that effect she had on people. When she entered the room, all eyes were on her. There was something mysterious and sensual about her that I noticed for the first time.

Maybe I had just taken a blow too hard, but I couldn't stop imagining what she would look like under that dress, with my hands all over those pretty tits, that peeked out.

Her mere touch made me unable to think straight. Her slender fingers found the key and pulled it out of my pocket.

"Did you get what you wanted?" asked Rafe, annoyed, and that's when she took a step back.

She looked at the key and then ran to John B, where she found the Twinkie key directly in his back pants pocket.

"Now yes."

Something was on the girl's mind, but for the life of me I couldn't tell what it was.

Rafe took the opportunity to place himself in front of me and I was already preparing for the next blow.

"Rafe it's enough! I think he gets it," Sky said and sure enough, after a few seconds he let go of me.

"Go on, get out of here before they ask for you! I'll see you back at my place in a bit."

Rafe nodded at her and seemed pleased with what he had done. John B groaned as he slowly regained consciousness.

Then Sky stepped in front of me again and eyed me coolly.

She leaned close to me, brushed a strand of bloody hair out of my face, grabbed my chin, so that I had to look her in those hypnotising gems of eyes and whispered so that only I could hear her:

"Maybe you were right about everything you said about me. Except for one thing. I'm not his lapdog. As you saw, he's mine."

With that, she let go of me and walked to the door with our keys. I only now realized that I had been holding my breath and couldn’t stop my hammering heart.

"And now, for one evening, let's just get drunk. Leave those Pogues alone! Kelce tell everyone, Topper get alcohol and come to my place with Sarah! We'll party on at my place! It’s time that everyone knows, that I’m back on Kildare! And someone needs to get rid of that blood on the floor…“ she determined and was out of the room before anyone could react.

When the Kooks finally disappeared, John stood up straight again and rubbed the back of his head.

"You okay, JB?", I asked directly, still far too confused to realize what had just happened.

"I am, but you look like shit, bro," he replied, and Pope's eyebrows furrowed uncertainly as he eyed my face as well.

"It’s not that bad," I dismissed it, though the taste of blood just wouldn't leave my mouth.

"There you are!" came from the door.

Kiara came rushing in, eyes wide.

"Shit, what did those assholes do?"

"JJ couldn't keep his mouth shut..." said Pope, sitting down on the bench, breathing heavily.

Kie anxiously took John's face in her hands, looking for serious injuries.

"It's going to be a bump, but other than that I'm fine," he assured her.

Then she looked at my face. I didn't even want to know what I looked like again. She pulled a cloth napkin out of her purse.

"Here, wipe the blood off with this!"

While I pressed the cloth to my lip, John grabbed his forehead with both hands.

"Shit JJ. The keys!"

Only now was I starting to realize it too.

"Sky came up to me and said if you want your stuff back, we should come to the party at Lionelly Ville."

In disbelief, we all stared at Kie.

"A Kook party? No way!" snapped Pope.

"Apparently everyone's invited. She even posted it."

Kie pulled out her phone and showed us the post. "Kooks, people from the Cut, and tourists. Anyone with the time and inclination is invited," she explained, tapping the attached address.

So that had been her plan. She wanted us to come to her party, but why? To play some more sick games?

The spirit of adventure and, as it were, curiosity stirred in me. I was dying to know what happened next, and I definitely didn't want to let the Kook princess win in the process. Even though this round definitely was hers.

"Then let's go to Lionelly Ville," I announced and already had the door handle in my hand.

"Are you serious?" asked John B, aghast.

"Sure. You want the key back for the Twinkie? Well, I definitely want the one for my motorcycle. Besides, I could use a little booze and partying right about now. If I'm invited to the biggest and most luxurious estate on Kildare, I don't want to miss it."

John B was the first to give in and nodded. Then Pope followed and finally Kie too. We were a team, after all, and secretly each of us was curious about what Lionelly Ville was like.

Tanney Hill was already impressive, what did the Diaz family mansion then look like?

© Yuna542 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[snaktooth-journalist]

Even if you never return to this story, I'm blown away with what you made and grateful you shared it with us!! With the flavor of humor and tense moments it genuinely feels like it could be a canon continuation of the game. Best of luck in your creative endeavors <3

Thank you so much!!

Idk if I'll ever finish it, but the end plot is like this:

Buddy goes back to meet Filbo and almost tackles him in a hug before either of them have a chance to stumble over their words. His encounter with the Agent made him realize that he has the choice to trust Filbo, and though he was hurt and shaken deeply, he loves him and that love is worth saving. Filbo is beside himself. For someone who has always been a joke, a tag-along, a half wanted tool, to be revealed as a traitor to the only people who have really grown to love him, to stand on the edge of losing all of it and deserving the loss, it means everything that Buddy comes back for him. It's a validation of who Filbo hoped he was on the inside, which is someone who genuinely is trying their best to help and love, who might deserve to be helped and loved too. Wiggle, Gramble, Beffica, and Triff were all having their poker night when Buddy called Beff to see if she'd pick him up. They were on their way when Snorpy calls Beff in a panic- He implanted a tracker on Buddy (because they're bffs <3) and he knows Buddy is in trouble. He's been tracking him and he knows what it looks like on the screen when a grump is running. Buddy and Filbo's reunion is half interrupted by the agent, who almost catches them in the apartment. They're able to get out but get cornered in a lot.

Filbo gets to stand up for himself to the agent (I had this drafted out but it's been so long the details are fuzzy.) The agent makes a move to murder him, but Buddy jumps in and attacks the agent wild-animal style. The agent drops his gun in the scuffle. Buddy bites the guy and is horrified by the familiar sick feeling he gets when the Agent's disgustingly thick, abnormal blood fills his mouth. He pulls back, already gagging, and gets thrown down. The agent grins.

"Snaks can't eat snaks." The agents eyes are wide and his smile stretches across his face.

The Journalist's mind startles over what the Agent just said, his comprehension cut short by the gunshot and spray of thick, white, batter-like fluid that comes bursting out of the agent as he's shot. The agent's skin bubbles. His eyes roll wildly behind himself, body beginning to lose it's form as he turns in abject rage. He reaches a hand for Filbo, whose trembling paws are holding the smoking gun, but the agent only manages a jerking step forward. His body is moving, roiling, as if there are hundreds of rats squirming under his fur, trying to burst free. Wide white googly eyes erupt from his skin like blisters. The agent's howl is distorted, multi-tonal, and as he lunges towards Filbo, his flesh bubbles free and melts off like sugar from hot metal. His raw white bones tumble down into the squirming goo that had made up his body moments ago, and thousands of little black worms with eyes scatter into the dark. The skeleton is left behind. Filbo and Buddy are clinging to each other before they know it, absolutely cowed. A car door slams. Everyone in the car saw Filbo shoot the agent to save Buddy, saw what the agent was, and they can see the way they're holding each other now. There might be questions, might be anger, and there's definitely a lot of fear, but in the end everyone decides to trust and forgive. They saw what that agent was made out of. There might be more. They need each other more than ever.

(Secret Bonus Theory: The Snakolytes have been trying to make bugsnax/grumpus hybrids for two reasons: to be able to plant a new queen to control the island, and to make a new generation of grumps who might be immune to the parasitic nature of the snax. They want to create a new world, and that means feeding the old one to the island. Everyone who ended up on the island, the main cast of the game, were either someone the Snakolytes were trying to make disappear or they were some kind of unwitting hybrid being sent out to see if they'd have any luck becoming a new queen or integrating in with the snax. The Journalist can't eat the snaks because genetically he is too close to being a snak. He can be set on fire and frozen, he can get thrown off cliffs, he can subsist off of sauces... He's a snak. In my crazy headcanon, Clumby volunteered her own DNA and the Journalist was a test tube baby that the Snakolytes nudged along down his career path. Gramble was right too- The snaks are his kin. His family knew there was something wrong with him from the moment his mother carried him out of the hospital, and that was thanks to the Snakolytes. They have people everywhere. Maybe run background checks on your next midwife, Gramble fam.)

[tylermileslockett]

Theseus #5 (The Minotaur)

Theseus treks deeper and deeper into the heart of the Labyrinth, under the low light of the torches. The air grows more stale, the stench of death, ever fouler and more oppressive. But Daedalus’ secret directions prove true, and Theseus successfully navigates to the heart of the labyrinth, where he finds the Minotaur in slumber. Catching the beast by surprise, Theseus fights and grapples with every inch of his power, eventually killing the beast after a brutal, bare-handed struggle.

The Minotaur backstory begins with King Minos of Knossos (Crete) receiving a beautiful, sacrificial white bull from Poseidon as a symbol of the god’s favor. But King Minos, favoring the beauty of the white bull, sacrifices a lesser animal, angering the god. Vowing revenge, Poseidon makes the Queen Pasiphae, a daughter of Helios and a sea nymph, and known as a goddess of witchcraft, fall in lust after the white bull. She enlists the help of Crete’s ingenious inventor and architect, Daedalus, to construct a hollow, wooden cow, which Pasiphae hides within, mating with the white bull. The offspring is the Minotaur; having the head and tail of a bull, and body of a boy. As the child comes of age, he grows savage and bloodthirsty for human meat. Receiving a prophecy from The Oracle at Delphi, Daedalus is once again recruited, this time to build an inescapable labyrinth with which to hold the beast in captivity. The creature having been born from such a scandalous act, imprisoned, and then killed by Theseus, certainly gives the monster one of the more empathetic and tragic backstories in Greek myth.

After Theseus and Princess Ariadne escape Knossos, King Minos imprisons Daedalus and his son in the labyrinth as punishment for failure. In the tale made famous in Ovid’s Metamorphosis, the inventor constructs flight wings form feathers and wax, escaping the island through flight. His son Icarus, fails to heed his fathers warning about flying to near the sun, and the wax melts, sending the boy to his death in the sea below.

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[rhysdarbinizedarby]

Rhys Darby returns to New Zealand for two huge milestones - Spy

Rhys Darby is back in New Zealand.

Why is Kiwi comedy star Rhys Darby back in New Zealand?

Rhys Darby is returning from his base in Los Angeles for a double celebration over the next few weeks - his 50th birthday and a special event to mark his 25 years working as a stand-up comic.

“I’m home for my 50th birthday celebrations,” he reveals to Spy.

Darby hits the big milestone on March 21 and says he, his wife and manager Rosie are planning on a shared party with their family and friends.

A week later, Darby will be in proud parent mode as his eldest son Finn’s band, Great Big Cow, will be performing at The Whammy Bar on Karangahape Rd on March 27.

“So, as a cool dad, I’ll be there of course, with my band manager suit on,” he says.

There will be fun and laughter to have on Waiheke Island the following week too. Popular island spot Wild Estate Vineyard in Onetangi has secured Darby for an exclusive one-off New Zealand show with an intimate audience of only 200 tickets.

Punters can be sure Darby’s will be giving the native birds on the island a squawk for their money with his famous bird calls from his 2021 TV stand-up show Mystic Time Bird.

“The show is called ‘25 Years’ - it is a celebration of my stand-up career,” say Darby.

“I’ve hand-picked the best material from my five comedy specials, and I’ve also added some new stuff,” he divulges. “It’s all killer, so the audience can expect me having a blast, and so I’m sure they will too.”

Wild Estate has become the go-to live venue on Waiheke for comedy and live gigs; last month, the Jordan Luck Band rocked the vineyard, and comedians Nick Rado, Tony Lyall, Paul Douglas and Ruby Esther have all had successful stand-up nights there too.

Darby has been home several times over the last few years, whether to film with his mate Taika Waititi in West Auckland for the second season of their hit HBO Max show Our Flag Means Death in late 2022, or his Kiwi road trip with David Hasselhoff called Hoff the Beaten Track last spring.

Darby finished the year with aplomb, hosting the 51st International Emmy Awards in New York in November.

The production company for his road trip show, Stripe Studios, made headlines last month with the New Zealand Herald’s Media Insider column, penned by Shayne Currie, reporting Stripe for unpaid bills. The production company also filmed a travel-style show with US comedian Iliza Shlesinger. Currie reported the Netflix comedy star is applying to have Stripe Studios (Comedy) Ltd liquidated. Stuff followed up this story, reporting Hasselhoff was also owed money from the production company.

Darby politely had no comment on the state of his and The Hoff’s road trip show, but sources say Darby played a big part in getting as many of its Kiwi crew as he could paid by Stripe.

However, Darby did share that Hollywood has been rather wet and dull so far this year. “I have a few top-secret TV and film projects in development, which I am really looking forward to.”

“What I can reveal is: I’ve been involved in Mukpuddy’s awesome adaptation of Badjelly the Witch,” he says.

“I think it’s going to be so so good!”

Source: NZ Herald

[the-magiarcheologist]

Hooded Statues - Marunweem Ruins

Let me take you back to the begining, back to the discovery that inspired me to become a Magiarcheologist. This, in particular, inspired my passion for old ruins lying in the scottish highlands and my obsession for uncovering all of their secrets.

I already did one post about mysterious statues of Hooded Women placed in front of Isidora Morganach's house in Felcroft. But this was actually not the first time I encountered these types of Hooded Statues, strategically placed along a path to lead a passing traveler somewhere.

To the west of the dready hamlet of Marunweem, across the water, there is a small island, framed by two bridges.

Right as you come out of the floo flame, this is the view that you are greeted with:

That's right! several statues of women wearing a hood and holding a rose in their left hand and a wand in their right hand. And, like in the courtyard in front of Isidora Morchanach's house, these statues seem to be placed very intentionally, inviting you to go up to the castle ruins at the top.

If you follow the path, you come to the entrance of an underground tunnel, which leads you to stairs taking you directly inside the ruins. And on the ceiling directly above the stairs there are drawings of magical creatures.

Within the ruins you can usually find sheep or cows grazing and there is also a Merlin trial placed there (which actually begs the question: was this castle already a ruin when Merlin was alive?? Because otherwise, why would he have placed one of his trials in the middle of someone's home!? Or was the casle built on top of an existing Merlin trial? They thought those vine covered pillars and the swirl on the ground looked nice and incorporated them in the architecture?? Food for thought... 😂)

If you wander deeper inside the ruins, you will find a wall with another drawing of a magical creature, placed just above another set of stairs going down.

The stairs lead you to one of the many treasure caves found in the game. But among the many design for these sort of caves, this one leads you to a statue of a woman wearing a hood, this one has her face completely obscured and is holding a staff (more similar to the types of statues found in front of Isidora's house).

This is not the only treasure cave containing a Hooded Woman statue. There are several of those all over the map. But I still though it interesting that this particular cave was within these ruins marked by other Hooded Women statues and that the entrance of this cave was specifically marked by a drawing of a magical creature. I noticed that drawings of magical creatures are used in other places to mark the entrances of dungeons containing Hooded Women. For instance, there is a drawing of a magical creature on the wall just in front of the entrance to the dungeon in Korrow Ruins.

A last feature of this castle ruins is that, on the outer walls, there are several white markings.

(@superconductivebean don't know if you found those, since you were trying to map the location of all these marks in the game!)

These sort of white markings come in several shapes but this particular shape here seems to be the alchemical symbol for soapstone... (make of that what you will!)

And once you want to go out of the castle ruins, there is another statue, placed at the left of the stairs when you first enter the ruins, guiding you to the path on the other side of the island.

If you walk towards that statue, another statue appears, right in front of it, this time a statue of a wizard pointing a wand right at the statue of the Hooded Woman.

This statue of a wizard looks much more ancient that the statue of the Hooded Woman. It has celtic markings on it. A lot of spirals and some markings on the outside of his sleeve that look like suns? I'm not sure. I'm really puzzled by the presence of this statue here. It was probably already on this island before the castle was built and before the Hooded Statues of women were erected. Is this statue the reason this castle was built on this island specifically? You can actually find the same statue of the wizard pointing with his wand in other cairns dungeons in the game, so who is this wizard? Merlin himself? Someone else? Very puzzling...

Anyway, I leave you with a last view of Marunweem ruins, from the other side of the island compared to the floo flame where we came in:

It was really the discovery of this ruin and the statues surrounding it that convinced me that a lot of the world created in this game, even outside of Hogwarts, is intentional and hand-crafted. Each detail that you find, almost, tells it's own story. And this is also the discovery that convinced me that the statues of Hooded Women are not placed randomly, but are used very intentionally to guide the traveler to some points of interest!

After falling in love with Marunweem Ruins, I moved on to other mysteries. But Marunweem Ruins were not done with me and still had another secret to give!!

Recently, while researching something else entirely (trying to pinpoint the location of some ruins related to the mysterious Forgotten Witch), in the game files, I stumbled upon a Floo Flame location bearing the name of "Old Isidora Castle"

Of course I had to find out where this specific Floo Flame was! And lo and behold, the coordinates lead me straight to my beloved Marunweem Ruins and the Floo Flame located on the island!

That's yet another piece of evidence that Isidora (and not any of the other Keepers) is connected to these statues of Hooded Women.

Did Isidora build this castle? Did she live there at some point in her life? If so, why did she not hide a part of her triptych here? Why did she have two other secret hideouts (the Overlook Mine and the Mountain Cavern) where she worked? Plenty of mysteries left to uncover!

[arendholmislands]

In winter a sickness befell the livestock. Hildulf's lamb was first to show the signs and they quickly separated it from the others. But it was too late. In less than a week they had lost three of their four sheep, one of two cows and the bull.

Frida: "What is on your mind, dear? You look worried; is it because of the animals?"

Bodowin: "I'm worried the Gods are angry with me, Frida. Maybe they sent sickness to our animals to punish me."

Frida: "Why would they be angry?"

Bodowin hesitated, thinking back to his conversation with Eoppa. He had promised to not yet talk to anyone - not even his family - about what they had spoken about. But he needed to confide in someone and he knew that Frida could keep a secret.

"Last summer Lord Eoppa asked me to build ships for them. Ships for a coming war against the Britons."

"...War?", Frida paused, thinking about what a war might mean for them. "That's not good, but I don't understand. Why would that anger the Gods?", she mustered her husband questioningly.

Bodowin sighed heavily. "I told him I can't build them."

"Bodowin!", Frida exclaimed. "You swore to Eoppa that we would aid them against the Britons if he asked! You can't go back on your word!"

"I know, I know... It's just.. When I first saw these islands in my dreams, I imagined a peaceful life for us and our family. I do not wish to get involved in any wars, what if our enemies decide to retalliate? We have no men to defend our island."

"I'm afraid this is not about if you WISH to get involved in a war, dear. War is coming and it cares nothing for your wishes and it will find it's way here eventually. The only thing you can decide is if you make powerful allies by building the Angle's their ships. Allies that might in return help to defend our islands in exchange for those ships."

Frida looked at her husband. "I know you, and I know you are neither a coward nor a man who goes back on his word. And the Gods will see that as well!"

"You are right..", Bodowin, who had quietly listened to his wife, had apparently found his voice again. "Of course I am", Frida smiled.

"As soon as the weather gets warmer I will sail to Wallsend and talk to Eoppa again."

He cupped his wife's face in his hands and looked at her full of love and admiration. "Oh, what would I do without you?"

"Anger the Gods even more, probably?", Frida laughed as Bodowin started to cover her neck with thousands of little kisses.

[magickman1234]

She chewed away too focused on her work to really pay much mind to anything but her drawing and the taste of the gum. Her stomach swam with joy as she gulped down mouthfuls of the delightful juice. She rocked out to her music as she walked from her work desk to her kitchen. Chewing away she was oblivious to the slight differences. Her happy tummy became more noticeable as the cloth of her dress tightened. The indent of her bellybutton became clear as she chewed like a happy cow. It was almost subtle as her hips slowly widened. Her jawline softened and her cheeks got rounder. She sorted there the night’s ingredients for dinner as she slowly developed a prominent pot belly. Her ass crept backwards in the skirt of her dress. The curve of her spine deepened as she slowly developed belly hang. Lightly of course but her hips and thighs widened as she turned down right chunky. She merrily chewed as her round fat face grew. The curvy girl now a chewing cow as her tits pushed forward. She reached for a bowl on the island and her soft gut bounced against the counter. The collision was slow but hard as that large swell of flesh had never existed before. A surprised cry of shock and groan as she tried to get forward again and strained to reach the bowl. The spilt second response turned to her plump face filled with shock as jaw dropped (but then dutifully chewed) as the girl turned cow chewed wide-eyed as she destroyed her figure. Fearful to touch herself and the discomfort from the ease her new middle touched the counter caused her stumble backwards arms up. There was a strong irrational need to avoid the fat she could see on herself like it was contagious. The once trim model’s mind raced as she tried to comprehend her new state. The belly just kept on the slow march forward as she passed the mid two hundreds her petite frame and slight shortness made her look enormous as the fat had less space. Sadly the newly flesh endowed cow had yet to put two and two together and kept her chewing up. A subtle stupor crept across her body and mind. Muscles vaporated and her awareness dulled like an intense bong rip in college before her tolerance was up. She bounced on the counter behind her much easier than before too. Enormous ass bounced and shocked her to partial awareness as she felt the tickle of tight skirt up her thighs and the feeling of cool air on the bottoms of her asscheeks. She looked back and stumble forward her thick ass and gut made the ample space between counters and kitchen island seem restrictive to her new body. Every chew and chomp exploded with a warm light burn of pleasure like being drunk yet soothed like being stoned. Aware of every added inch but as burning passionate pleasure now. Somehow her full awareness made it more addictive even as the old her beat against the back of her eyes. The old careful her, the old trim and curvy her a prisoner as she turned into a cow before her one eyes. The dull warm joy as fat swelled under her skin bare arms burned with fresh red stretch marks as her once thing form struggled to contain her. To contain her greed, her pleasure, the secret self only freed self-indulgence could let out. The shock melted like her expansive waistline as she shuddered as she touched her body. The swells the freedom to press out without restraint beyond words.

[klaasfoto]

[madrone33]

Things have been CRAZY since the Thunder saga release! I love it SO MUCH! Thank you thank you Jorge and cast and crew and everyone it was amazing! (Also, Jay, pay for my therapy-)

Anyway, here's my immediate reactions to the Thunder Saga as I listened to it when it dropped at my midnight! (I'm australian, so I got to listen to it 12 hours before the Livestream lol)

Oh btw; copious amounts of swearing ahead. I had zero filter on my thoughts while smashing my keyboard as the songs played, so lmao yeah

oh what the fuck Penelope motif in EDM???

oh my god it's a fucking odypen duet.

"Jump in the water" naiad penelope??

DAUGHTER???

OOH MY FUCKING GOD NO IT'S SUFFERING???? THE SUFFERING!!! FROM THE CUT SONG CLIP! HE FUCKING JUKED US! HE LIED! JORGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU-

omg they're so cute

NO IT'S THE FUCKING ZEUS/INFANT TUNE??!!!!

Scylla!! Circe theme!

Is this. This has to be the sirens right??

OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S LIKE THE START OF POLYPHEMUS WITH THE ARROW SHOT.

the grunge thing in the background reminds me of that one BNHA s5 ost track with the MLA boss. Uhhh Re Destro I think?

Oh god IT'S THE FUCKING SIRENS!! JAY FUCKING LIED A G A I N !!

ODY WHAT THE FUCK YOUR VOICE WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKING BADASS WHAT

Oh I just looked at the title it's called Different Beast!!

Beeswax!! They did the thing!

"So I just played along" -> "now I know how to get back to my island!" omg holy fuck Ody you're so fucking smart

This is just Suffering part 2 and I love it so much

Oh my fucking god. Ruthless odysseus is a fucking DIFFERENT BEAST.

NOT THE "WHOA" FROM REMEMBER THEM WHEN THEY'RE STABBING OUT POLYPHEMUS' EYE!!!

Holy fuck. That was insane. OMG IT'S SCYLLA TIME!! What the fuck those two songs went by so fast. Scylla's ALREADY HERE??

EURYLOCHUS' SECRET

HE OPENED THE FUCKING WIND BAG I KNEW IT!! BUT BRO REALLY JUST CAME OUT AND SAID IT! MY MOUTH LITERALLY DROPPED OPEN!!

NOT THE FORGIVE ME!

FULL SPEED AHEAD

OH GOD SCYLLA'S VOICE IS SO PRETTY

Odysseus totally ignoring his confession

AHHHHHH IT'S HERE!! THE FIDDLE !! IT'S HER!!!

"DROWN in your sorrows and fears!" THE GROWL!!

The death screams holy shit

"We are the same you and... I" Omg the harmonising.

Wait that's IT??? NOOOOO. But oh god it's Mutiny next

The orchestral LRO theme!!

Ohhh Eury's fucking pissed. Oof that spat "captain"

Wait I have to go back, I didn't catch that. Something wits something crazy and mad?

"When we fought the cyclops" It's this part!!! Ooh this is before the LRO reprise? 👀

ooof he's pissed.

*sword through flesh sound effect* - Ohhh that's fucking sickening

Oh shiiiit. wait wait wait that's Ody's voice. Did the crew just stab Ody in the back???? Wait I have to go back.

Oh they DID.

Yo wtf? Time skip?? Oh they didn't kill him??

oh fuck the cow sounds

Wait wait no oh shit Eury's singing the Zeus/survive melody???

"Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do!" Oh shit but that was EURYLOCHUS' LINE!! NO STOP

HE CALLED HIM ODY!

"I'm tired my friend!" NO NO NO

"Please don't do this! I need to get. Home!" ODYSSEUS' VOICE 😭

Ok but the ensemble and strings and shit is heavenly oh god

THE JUST A MAN NOOOO

*angry choir noises* - ohhhh they're fucked

did. Did eurylochus just try to suicide them??

"WHO DO YOU THINK HE'LL SEND?" Oh god ody that was raw

FULL SPEED AHEAD

*Thunder sounds* - oop

Aaand there's an ad. Fuck.

THE THUNDER!!!

STRIKE! he's HERE!!

AHHHH IT'S HIM!! LUKE THE LIGHTNING BOLT HOOOOLT!!!

i'm just going to adore these glorious vocals for a sec

"Choose." ohhh fuck

NO NOT THE CALL BACKS TO THATI AND JAM

OH GOD AND THE SIRENS TOO???

ooh the rain

oh bye bye eury

YO WTF. IT'S TELEMACHUS' LULLABYE. IS THAT THE END. IS THAT IT. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT DOES IT MEAAAN

yeah that sounds like closing credits for real. If I didn't know he survives then I'D THINK HE'S DEAD FOR SURE

-

IT'S OVER????? Holy shit. Bro I have to just. Sit. For a second.

Ok I'm listening to that over. God.

The LYLA chick or whatever! From Spiderverse! That's who the "oh no *rolls eyes*" reminded me of!

Also, is this why Jorge said the 12 long years was wrong in TAOW? 'Cause it sounds like they've spent a while running from Poseidon after The Underworld saga, so was it intended for there to be a timeskip of two years between the Acts?

Ohhh wait shit. Did Scylla influence Eurylochus' decision to tell?? Is that what Jorge meant by her having some sort of telepathy?

So "reason for shame" and "we are the same" is to both of them - Eury for the bag, and Ody for what he's planning on letting happen - and "leaving them feeling betrayed" is because both things make the other feel betrayed?

oh god wait was I right about that too?? Six torches. Six men. He definitely planned that then. Shiiit

Yep that's six death screams.

Ohh yo. Eurylochus wanted all the power. He took the power from Odysseus. And then Ody game him all the blame when Zeus arrived.

There's boat creaking noises in the pause before "Then you have forced my hand." Huh I guess it makes sense that they're still on the boat. I guess my mental image was influenced by the beach fight vid XD

huh an ad again on thunder bringer. Wow yt hates this one

Yeah the vocal performances of the cast were are next level. The emotion in their voices hit 👏 different 👏

Well damn. I love it so much more the second go around, and I already loved it.

just kinda sitting here in silence lol. I don't have anyting rn. No thoughts head empty.

shit. Well eurylochus is dead. O7 I guess.

The Thunder Saga is over. Damn.

[epic-kotlc-crossover]

Mutiny 2.0

mutiny!!! once again :D

@thesfromhms @sombrathedragon @myfairkatiecat @imnotskyguy-remake @bookwormgirl123

@ham-cheese-toastie @justalunaticfangirl

"Tell me you didn't know that would happen," Keefe could feel the guilt pouring off of Fitz, but what scared him most was the resolve hiding underneath. Almost like Fitz didn't regret it.

No one knew what the sirens said to the captain, only that they'd given a route home. If Keefe had known why Fitz had been so secretive...

Maybe his friends wouldn't have died. If he'd asked one more question. If he'd known the monster they'd face. Maybe he could've stopped this.

"Look me in the eyes, Fitz." He wouldn't look away from the ocean, so Keefe stepped forward. "Tell me you didn't just give up six of our friend's lives, Fitz, please."

Fitz gripped onto the side of the balcony tighter. The guilt welled up even higher, taking Keefe's breath away.

"SAY SOMETHING!" He shouted, hating how his voice cracked.

Finally, this seemed to get a reaction from Fitz, who spun around, giving Keefe his first real look at him since Scylla. His hair lay stuck to his face, artfully messy in a way Keefe couldn't help but admire; his eyes were darting everywhere, almost wild-looking, but the teal still took Keefe's breath away.

He was always so effortlessly handsome.

"I CAN'T!" Fitz's scream cut through his thoughts and shattered the silence.

Keefe swallowed, and the lump was almost painful. He drew his sword, determined to protect the last few men he had with him.

"Then you have forced my hand." Fitz seemed to pale, which at any other time Keefe would have found hilarious. The consequences of your actions... He smothered a snort.

"Keefe..." his voice was quiet, nervous, and his emotions radiated it too. "Lower your weapon."

What did Fitz think Keefe was going to do? He'd willingly let six people die. Keefe couldn't let that happen again.

"You miss Sophie so bad you're willing to kill." Keefe spat out Sophie's name like it was poison-she was a great person, sure, but worth sacrificing people? No.

A hot flash of anger erupted from Fitz. Of course.

Fitz drew his own sword. "I don't want to fight you! You would do the same if you were in my position."

Keefe adjusted his grip on his weapon, his palms feeling sweaty. "If you want to make all the choices you get to have all of the blame!" He lunged at Fitz, slashing a cut through his clothes.

How am I supposed to trust you now? Keefe thought as hard as he could, wondering if Fitz's telepathy actually didn't work or he was lying.

The captain seemed to flinch, though that might have been from the cut.

Fitz advanced forward. "Keefe, you need to move because you are not getting in my way." With each flash of their swords Keefe could feel himself get more and more lightheaded as Fitz's guilt seemed to melt away, hiding itself into something smaller. Fury and determination grew in its place.

Keefe lunged forward, and in an attempt to block Fitz's sword, he moved forward too far and it cut through his clothes-and, Keefe realized with growing horror, embedded itself in Fitz. Fitz let out a loud, horrible scream, and staggered back.

A huge wave of pain rushed through Keefe's blood and he immediately kneeled next to him.

"No, no no," Keefe muttered, and yelled behind him. "Do any of you know how to clean a wound?"

No one answered, so he yelled at them to find the nearest island. He needed to help Fitz. He was furious at him, but he was still his friend.

He turned around, trying to ignore Fitz's body, and called for all the crew to dock at the nearest island-they were running low on food.

In a few hours, they'd found one, with hundreds of bright red cows dotting the landscape. When they landed, Keefe told everyone to stay on the ship while he scoped it out.

After a few minutes, he'd decided that it seemed generally safe, though he still couldn't find a single human soul that he could ask to give Fitz come help.

Next to him, a cow mooed.

Keefe could feel his stomach growl.

"Where are we?" asked Fitz, and Keefe jumped, hating himself for letting Fitz sneak up on him. Turning around, Keefe saw that Fitz was being supported by two of the crew members, his dark brown hair frizzy across his face and his signature smile a little wobbly.

Keefe wanted to make a comment about how he shouldn't be standing up but kept his mouth shut.

"We're on an island-the first we found." Keefe turned to him, forcing a grin on his face even when he felt the huge amount of pain Fitz was in.

He kind of deserves it, though. A tiny part of his brain reminded him. Because of him, six people are dead.

Fitz pointed to one of the cows, talking to him almost like Keefe hadn't nearly killed him hours before.

"These are Apollo's cows, you see that statues over there?" Keefe could barely hear him, fingering the grip on his sword. How long could one cow feed the crew?

At least a week, and they'd be actually full for the first time in a while.

A wave of panic coursed through his veins, and he snapped his head over to Fitz.

"Please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing." Fitz told him. "These cows-they're sacred. We can't kill them."

Keefe laughed, a sad, quiet laugh. "Fitz, you know as well as I do that we're never going to make it home."

Fitz shook his head quickly, and placed his hand on his sword again. "You don't know that, Keefe." He stepped back, and Keefe quietly missed the proximity. "This is the home of the sun god, do you know what will happen if we kill his cows?"

He ignored Fitz, and quietly unsheathed his sword. "How much longer do we need to suffer, Fitz?" Taking a step forward, He heard Fitz's panicked voice behind him, asking him to stop.

"How much longer until you decide that we're not important enough to go home? How much longer until you decide that you want to see Sophie so badly that all of us have to die?"

Fitz flinched, and Keefe took the opportunity to kill the cow, and Fitz let out a yell.

"What have you done?" Keefe spun his head around at the terror in Fitz's voice and in his veins. "You've doomed us all, Keefe! The cows were immortal-the sun god's friends! Who do you think he'll send now that you've killed one?" Keefe's blood turned to ice.

What had he done?

Fitz staggared up to the ship, but Keefe quickly scooped him up and sprinted onto the ship.

"Everyone, grab an oar and row as fast as you can!" Fitz roared.

The entire crew did as they were told, with punctuated with shouts of "Faster!" coming from Fitz, until a clap of thunder came and pure terror radiated off of him, his face turning deathly pale.

"We're too late."

[a-fantastic-time]

Finally able to get everyone else out of the house for a couple of hours leaving her around with her precious Ruby. Kali dressed up in her sexiest outfit and waited to surprise her

The plump team leader had been a bit bummed that she hadn't gotten any alone time with her secret lover. But she had fun walking around the island, so many people were nice. Although many seemed to think she was some kind of cow or pig faunus. Maybe it was just in her head, but she walked back to the mansion, to go get her scroll in her bedroom. Wanting to take some pictures for Dad and uncle Qrow.

[its-short-for-jackalope]

TRANSMISSION 13!

oh man I am feeling very AAAAAAAAAAAAA so imma just pop my rambles under the cut in case anybody hasn't watched yet, lol

1. okay right off the bat I was surprised to see that M.A.I.A.'s room looks so much brighter than it has in the past??? damn, she REALLY needed a new light bulb, huh?

Still got a crack in that window, though... 😑 C'mon Matt, it'll let all the pests in. no fog allowed!!!

images are from transmissions for TGMH, TGOA, & today

granted, the room from the TGMH era has a space view so it makes sense that it's so dark, but I think it's interesting that there's definitely a difference between the room in TGOA and the room today, despite them both having a nice daytime view out the window.

does this ✨️mean✨️ anything? maybe not but I think it's interesting, especially considering how bright this episode's cover is. perhaps we could extrapolate something about coming out of the shadows and into the light of discovery, having hope for brighter days, but idk. I'm not gonna think too hard about it right now, lol.

also I just love Jackie's art and want to live in this room. M.A.I.A., do you want a roommate??? I can bring a dehumidifier to keep a certain foggy bastard from messing with you—

2. okay so we have more confirmation that Rose is gonna be two weeks older than Samuel, which is. agh. 🥲😭 /pos

Matt also tells us the episode kind of takes place immediately after TGOA—

"Some of us traveled through time. ...Again."

—so I think we're definitely gonna have some interesting time-hopping. dunno how that's gonna play out, if we'll have flashbacks or whole parallel timelines happening, but I am very excited to see! ...er, listen!

3. the arrrrrrrrt oh my god it's so pretty! I love Jackie's scenery and I am SO EXCITED to see what else she's done when we get more transmissions and/or the episode broadcasts!

the cow is so cute, I love the cow. i hope somebody pets the cow.

I wish I could pet the cow.

also hey, are those buildings for/from Travelers or is there anybody else living on Lincoln Island???

4. it's neat that the episode is building off of the setting of The Mysterious Island without following the events. The calm before the storm Inspiration comes in many forms!

I actually don't know the original story at all but these places sound interesting! A house made of granite, a towering volcano, a grotto with an incredible secret.... sounds like great staging for our next episode. and some good Jackie art.

I wonder if the grotto's secret has anything to do with a certain Searcher captain whose whereabouts are currently unknown. 👀

5. gotta wait till the next transmission to hear about Ahlaam and Dakkar and any other characters—hopefully we'll get to hear a little something about my beloved Captain Addison Arvad???? 👉🏻👈🏻