#the green binary code in his dreams

[qjackmanifold]

was the rebellion a mysterious group of ex-fed employees and victims recruiting intelligent and strong islanders to help them take down the federation OR was the rebellion just madagio building an idol unit

[charliemwrites]

Character File

Name: Rook “Duke” Alistair Aliases: Daisy Dukes, Daisy, Sunshine, Blondie

Age: 26 Gender and pronouns: AFAB using she/they Marital Status: Single Surviving family: biological father (estranged), adoptive mother, adoptive father, brother

Physical description: Standing at 5’9” (175cm) and 135lbs. (61 kilos) Rook stands tall and wiry. Though slighter than her brother, Castle Alistair, she’s still packed with muscle that is carried primarily in her thighs and abdomen. Her hair is strawberry blond, cut into a medium length bob – though it curls quite a bit. She is often seen with several pins and clips in her hair trying to keep it back from her face. Her eyes are green and large, set in a round face that makes her look young for her age. She had braces in her early teens to straighten her teeth.

Identifying/Unusual features:

Light freckles across her nose and forehead

No facial scarring

Tattoos: A daisy behind her right ear A simplified castle outline on her bicep (for her brother) A stylized sun on her left shoulder, crawling across one side of her chest and up her neck Binary for “service” on her forearm

Several burn scars on her hands, wrists, and arms

A birthmark on the bottom of her right foot that few people have ever seen

Special file note: Rook holds the records for most and dumbest injuries on base. Often the smallest and most unexpected incidents have led to a medbay visit. She is often seen with bandages, bruises, scrapes, and scratches. Thankfully, she is a good patient and most of the medical staff enjoy her cheerful demeanor.

Early Childhood:

Rook’s earliest memory is her older brother walking her to preschool. He was sharing an orange with her, carefully peeling off bits of pith for her to munch on.

While he, Helena, and Clancy are technically her cousin, aunt, and uncle respectively, she has always considered them her immediate family. She only met her biological father once when she was twelve and was not impressed.

Her childhood was filled with laughter and love, though she often felt oddly displaced. Helena and Clancy were much older and had never planned on a second child – never mind a girl. And her brother ended up shipping off to college when she was only five. He visited when he could, but she spent a lot of time on her own or unsupervised when she hit eight years old.

She was very close with Helena, the two of them playing the radio loud to sing along while they did chores around the farm. Rook absolutely adored her mother, and to this day dreams of her peach cobbler when she’s away from home. As a result, Rook picked up her love of clothes with interesting prints and bright colors.

Her relationship with Clancy was not strained, but not as easy as with Helena. Of course, he loved his adopted daughter, he just wasn’t sure what to do with her beyond that. Oftentimes, it led to him treating her like Castle, though her flightier and more energetic nature made some of those lessons take differently.

Rook was often praised for being an inquisitive and intelligent child – though some of her teachers found the constant barrage of questions to be disruptive. Somewhat unexpectedly, she excelled in math from an early age, followed quickly by the sciences.

In middle school, the blond farmgirl jokes began. Unlike her brother’s quick temper to defend himself and his family, Rook usually took the route of laughing along with them. (That said, nothing stopped her from pushing a girl down for trying to step on a frog one rainy April day.) This developed into a tendency to hide behind a ditzy persona, which felt safe and easy.

In high school, she took a special liking to physics and engineering. Focused more on schoolwork and helping around the farm, she didn’t date much. (That said, anyone with an interest in her had to debate the merits of her marine brother coming home to meet them.) She much preferred learning to code online and rescuing strays that happened across the farm – much to her parents’ chagrin.

Throughout her life, Castle was her role model. In her childhood, he seemed like a third parent, but as she got older, their relationship developed into a more typical brother-sister bond. Even so, she needed no proud rambles from her parents to look up to him.

So, as her future began to loom, and decisions became necessary, she followed a similar path to him. Rook enrolled in the ROTC program at the same college he attended – though she chose a double major in engineering and computer science that set her down a different road.

Military Career:

Alistair’s early military years in the Air Force are riddled with ups and downs. Intelligent, positive, and respectful, she was well-liked by both superiors and comrades. Quick to finish tasks, solve problems, and aid others. That said, she had something of a disciplinary record for small but repetitive issues. Uniform violations, minor misconduct (forgetting to salute officers or speaking out of turn), and general… regulatory issues.

While not headed for dishonorable discharge, she was dodging demerits and often faced disciplinary action. However, upon finding a major leak in one of their information networks, she came to the attention of one Kate Laswell.

Laswell, impressed with her intelligence and work ethic, found that her military-defying eccentricities were easy to overlook considering her benefit to the military. Alistair was soon transferred under Laswell’s direct purview to aid different missions and teams as a “hacker” and engineer. While Alistair remains something of an oddball, she and Laswell have built a solid working relationship.

(During her employ with a certain Shadow Company during her Air Force days, Alistair earned the callsign “Duke” – a derivation of Daisy Dukes due to Alistair’s appearance and farming background.)

[riskyalt]

In lieu of all the q!bloodhounds posting I've written a small stargazing-related drabble. I miss them.

(includes brief description of fighting. It's Purgatory after all)

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The night sky is a deep, navy blue with hints of lighter speckles scattered throughout near clusters of stars. Few clouds are out and about tonight, scattered thinly across around the full moon.

It's quiet. Not silent and deafening as often was in the face of danger - but still and tranquil in a soothing manner, that, accompanied by the subtle swaying of the grasses below, was easy to melt into.

Roier's eyes trace the same constellation over and over, identifying it to be what he thought was some sort of 'dipper' or something according to Etoiles. A faint smile tugs at his lips.

The grass underneath his sprawled out body is soft and gratifying, providing a nice cushioning for stargazing under his black hoodie. Peace washes over his senses. Crickets chirp somewhere nearby in the background making the jungle nearby seem alive and positively teeming.

A small shuffle to his left, his eyes slide over.

Etoiles sits, resting one arm on a knee as he too lets his gaze wander skyward to watch the glowing stars. The tip of the plant hybrid’s tail swings in a back-and-forth motion slowly nearby, showing that the man is still readily present in the scenario that someone should need him. Roier's learned to pick up on these little things, Psicologoier and all. Etoiles really doesn't know how to relax, does he?

The code-infected arm and side of Etoiles' face glow dully to cast a low luminance around the pair as the binary numbers trickle through the black matter like slowly running water. Absolutely mesmerizing if Roier stared for too long.

He breathes out and considered just how strange all this felt. Just a few hours before, he was gripping his sword and cutting blindly at anything that didn't have the green team badge with a savage glint in his eyes. Just a few hours before, he was laughing at how easily the blood spilt through the shitty gear they'd managed to scrounge up on the island. Just a few hours before, a red haze had begun to eat away at his vision - something he embraced wholeheartedly as he hacked away. A few hours ago, he was cackling with unfiltered glee as he stabbed Badboy in the stomach.

Now, the heat of battle was not present. The grass was cool and slowly animated, the stars were bright and scattered prettily, the moon was full and high in the sky, and his brother in arms was next to him.

Oh how bizarre this feeling of patience and peace that flowed through him was!

Roier was bloodthirsty for a long time, Purgatory has just given him a reason to prove it for once. With all the killing he's done it feels unusual to be laying completely lax in a patch of grass and fucking stargazing when he was willingly slitting his friend’s throats just near noon this very same day.

In short - the pleasant buzz of satisfaction spreading over his spine should probably be concerning. Probably.

Etoiles, however, still has tension laced in his shoulders, even if he appeared to be visually disconnected, Roier is completely aware that the man is one sound off from being completely battle ready. His eyes shift over to the white haired one again, wondering when the last time the warrior had let his shoulders droop and back slacken was. Roier intends to fix this issue.

For however much he calls the Frenchman a pendejo and culero, he still cares.

Roier can't deny that all the blood he's spilled and deaths he's caused have brought him a pleasant thrill. It was a longtime dream, and with Etoiles by his side, it was nothing short of paradise by his standard. This was one of the funnest and most action packed days of his life. He sighs in content.

He'd never blame those that had gotten him hurt, and he much less so understands those that got upset over their friends fighting them. That didn't mean a ‘betrayal’ was in order (and lord did Roier have experience with those), he was simply playing the game set out for them. Sue him for enjoying himself a little bit in the meantime.

Through it all, he finds himself grateful for the plant hybrid by his side that has led the team through the past days. Etoiles wasn't a pressing leader, but rather one that supported his team with steadfast and precise decision making. He made sure everyone was safe and alright, which was something Roier greatly respected even if he'd never dare say it out loud.

He just wishes the man could actually be competent and take care of himself for once too. What a pendejo.

The arachnid considers himself well versed in reading the Frenchman by now because of how close they'd grown, and he never failed to notice the constant darting of his sightless eyes, the twitching of vines on his tail and constant grabbing motion towards the hilt of the sword by his side.

Roier knew he himself was being a hypocrite by saying Etoiles couldn't take care of himself, because Roier also couldn't sleep at night and also can't stop from jumping foot to foot with endless energy because of pent up stress and he also would forget to eat often, but this isn't about him ok?

He sighs, pressing his palms against the grass beneath him. He feels Etoiles’ eyes dart towards him more than he sees it.

As even further proof, the only reason he and the French beast are even here in the first place, is because they couldn't sleep for one reason or another and felt responsibility for guarding the rest of the sleeping team.

“Elotes.” He murmurs, surprised at himself for saying anything as the word had slipped out so mindlessly. The plant hybrid in question immediately sits up straighter and hums to show his acknowledgement.

“Man, you gotta relax sometimes you know? Your shoulders are always hunched over like you're mi tia.” He taps on the man's arm from his reclined position, watching him scoff in mock offence.

"Quoi?! Oh putain.” Etoiles swears, rolling his eyes. “How can I relax when you might jump up and decide to try to kill me while I sleep bro?”

Roier huffs out a laugh. “We both know if anyone out of us is falling asleep it's me pendejo. Besides, a death by my hand is probably the worst way to go. Get bitten by a snake or something man! Find something more creative.” He stretches the last word whilst watching Etoiles descend into a laugh with a crooked smile of his own.

“What are you laughing at culero?” He snaps with no real heat behind the words, smothering a giggle of his own.

“The only snake I can get bitten by is you because you're the only reptile around for miles.” Etoiles fires back, crossing his legs with another laugh.

Roier gasps dramatically, immediately pulling himself into a sitting position. “Qué?! Are you calling me ugly motherfucker?” He challenges, crossing his arms with a raised brow.

Etoiles mirrors his expression behind the eye mask and smiles wolfishly. “Happens.” He shrugs. Roier growls at him, holding the urge to spring at the hybrid and start a brawl. Though when Etoiles laughs again at Roier's misery, he can't hold back a laugh of his own to join in.

Roier's relieved to see the tension loosen in his friend's frame at their usual banter, a sense of accomplishment solidifying in his chest.

“But seriously. You can't stay on high alert all-day everyday, I understand that you're a leaf and don't need that much sleep…” Roier began, watching Etoiles' eyes narrow accusingly. He thought he heard him mutter ‘leaf?!’ under his breath with an air of annoyance.

“You're one to talk mon frére.” Etoiles fires back. “We're both here because we can't sleep.”

Roier nods, stretching out his shoulder and making it pop nicely. “Yes, but if you sleep I'll also sleep.” He smiles impishly as Etoiles throws his hands up in frustration.

“You are not blaming me for your lack of sleep.” The man says bluntly, tearing at the grass below him.

Roier doesn't respond, instead turning his head back towards the sky with a broad grin and a side-eye.

Etoiles groans and presses his face into his hands. “Fuck youuu…”

Roier laughs, his extra set of eyes cracking open with the movement. “In your heart, you love me.” He announces boldly, smirking.

“It's true but also ta gueule connard!” Etoiles looks him dead set in the eyes with a bored expression.

Roier laughs in response, shifting on the grass and turning his gaze back to the sky. A low quiet fills the air.

Crickets chirp, grasses wave, small creatures of the night shuffle about, it's calm. Peaceful. Roier can't help but sink into the atmosphere, eyes sparkling with the reflection of stars and mouth turned upwards in a soft smile that feels foreign on his face.

It's true, Elotes was a total culero, but he is also Roier's frére.

And Roier would go to war and back for family.

[solaneceae]

【 𝙿 𝚁 𝙾 𝙹 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 : 𝙳 𝚄 𝙲 𝙺 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 】 | a QSMP Baghera playlist 🐤

a narrative playlist retracing her story, from her humble origins to Purgatory.

cover art by @Rion_Riots on twitter

⤵️ tracklist under the cut ⤵️

CHAPTER 1: lab rat

a duckling opens her eyes to white tiles and syringes.

Bumblebees are Out - Jack Stauber

A Bird in a Gilded Cage - Alex Niedt

Body - Mother Mother

rises the moon - liana flores

CHAPTER 2: Duckling and Bluebird

a bond is formed between two birds of a feather.

Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Innocence - Madeon

CHAPTER 3: escape!

this little duckling has had enough.

Escapism - Rebecca Sugar

THE KID WHO KEPT RUNNING - Vylet Pony

Shelter - Porter Robinson

We'll Meet Again - The Ink Spots

CHAPTER 4: drifting away

the ocean waves are tall and scary, but she presses on.

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohead

Ship in a Bottle - fin

Shackleton - Adam Young

soundscape diary - vylet pony

CHAPTER 5: a new life of music and dirt fountains

she finds new friends. and slowly, she forgets.

Youth - Daughter

Tout Oublier - Angèle

La veriter - KronoMuzik

I Say - Zerator & BagheraJones

CHAPTER 6: [[We Hope You Enjoy The Island :) ]]

you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?)

Fallen Down - Toby Fox

Amnesia was Her Name - Lemon Demon

HEAVEN SAYS. - chart

Clocks - Alex Niedt

CHAPTER 7: binary green and white bears

federation? codes? where am i?

Your Best Friend - Toby Fox

Beware The Friendly Stranger - Boards of Canada

01001010 01000001 01001101 - Red Skies Project

Untrust Us - Crystal Castles

CHAPTER 8: cherished egg

the island has granted me the gift of motherhood.

Daughter - Sleeping at Last

I'm a Survivor - Reba McEntire

Apple Pies and Butterflies - Blue Wednesday

Little Moth - chloe moriondo

CHAPTER 9: petit frère

APLUPLUUUUUU

Anything You Can Do - Bernadette Peters, Tom Wopat

Amor de irmão - Barão Vermelho

Brother - Kodaline

For Forever - Ben Platt

CHAPTER 10: can I call you Bébou?

(gifting furniture is his love language.)

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend - Powerwolf

It's Alright - Mother Mother

Chateau - Angus & Julia Stone

CHAPTER 11: ordo theoritas

call her apollo, because her theories ALWAYS turn out correct.

Cry Babies - cclorox

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

CHAPTER 12: don't you want to become a leader?

the election arc.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A - Toby Fox

Blood // Water - grandson (first death: whale)

14.3 Billion Years - Outer Wilds (second death: the tower)

Brutus - The Buttress

Animal Farm - BIBI

CHAPTER 13: There is no escape this time.

a childhood bedroom hidden beneath engine steam.

Everything Stays - Rebecca Sugar

715 - CREEKS - The Nor'easter

Memories - The Midnight

Look who's Inside Again - Bo Burnam

CHAPTER 14: "Pomme reviens... les gosses me manquent."

she waits for things to change. she seeks her origins.

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

CRT Days - Waveshaper

Implanted Memories - Infinity Frequencies

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

CHAPTER 15A: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part I

i don't want to leave. i can finally be myself, here.

Wonderland - Caravan Palace

Misery Meat - Sodikken

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Chainsaw Girl - Chainsaw Girl

Family - Mother Mother

CHAPTER 15B: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part II

adios, bolas. i won't leave without her.

Idioteque - Radiohead

Eat Your Young - Hozier

My Friends - Oh Wonder

Goodbye - Bo Burnham

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

[chizue-witchery]

⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: Mystic Messenger

⚜️. *. ⋆ Rating: Teens And Up Audiences

⚜️. *. ⋆ Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing/s: 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: 707 | Choi Luciel, Main Character, RFA Members, Vanderwood, Choi Saeran

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Seven's world disappears into binaries and codes for a long time until his bunker appears like it never disappeared. Not only that, but he also finds himself back on the day MC enters the chatroom. He tries to understand what it means.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 2,711

⚜️. *. ⋆ Tags/Warnings: Reset Theory, 707 Route Spoilers, After Ending Spoilers, Secret Ending Spoilers, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Forgotten || @whumptober 2024 Day 2 alt prompt

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

AO3

The first time it happened, Seven didn't understand what was happening.

He was happily eating his Honey Buddha Chips while he sat on the sofa when it happened.

The first thing that disappeared was his chips. It turned into binaries and codes while he was mid-bite. He thought it was odd, but he didn't think too much about it. He was going to grab another chip, but the chip bag disappeared, turning into binaries and codes.

He stood up from the couch and noticed how the furniture and his bunker itself were disappearing into binaries and codes. He panicked and avoided any of the binaries and codes going his way. He took out his phone and the only thing he could see was a giant red text that said 'RESET IN PROGRESS'

"What…?" he muttered out loud as he stared at the screen in disbelief. What did it mean by 'reset in progress'?

He received the answer just as everything but him disappeared into binaries and codes. He was left in a black-and-green space that was only filled with binaries and codes.

He walked and walked, but he was getting nowhere.

He tried looking for anything else other than binaries and codes, but there was nothing else. Even the phone in his hand disappeared into binary and codes.

He stayed lying on the ground, waiting for something to happen.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, but everything suddenly changed.

His room slowly appeared again, which took him by surprise. He stood up and watched as more of the bunker appeared as though it never disappeared, but it was off.

The state of the bunker didn't look the same before it disappeared.

He slowly sat up and watched as the phone appeared in his hands and dings. He immediately opened it to check the RFA application and his eyes widened when he saw new messages from MC.

The messages MC sent were the same as though it was her first time chatting with them. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood up and looked over at the security cameras in Rika's apartment.

"What the—?" He doesn't understand what's happening.

MC looked the same when she first arrived at the apartment; a nervous wreck, pacing around the apartment and hesitant to touch anything.

The RFA members eventually asked for his help with the newest member in the chatroom, and what was he supposed to say?

He was the one who wanted to question them.

Why didn't they recognize who MC is? Why are they acting like this is their first time meeting her? Why are they talking about her as though they never bonded with her? She is the RFA Coordinator.

But he didn't ask about it in the chatroom. He replied to them, acting like he also didn't know who was the new member in their chatroom. He chatted endlessly while he went to check on his computer, hoping to check if any of his files had been saved.

None of the files that dated back eleven days ago were saved.

The date on the bottom right of his computer was on the same day MC arrived at the apartment and the Unknown hacker infiltrated the chatrooms.

How…?

Did he travel back in time? But that didn't explain the binaries and codes.

Was the past eleven days a vivid dream he had?

It had to be, right? There's no other explanation for this.

He smiled as he looked back at his phone, following the messages alongside and adding his own whenever he had something he wanted to say.

Once everyone left the chatroom, he leaned back in his chair as a sigh escaped his lips.

He doesn't understand what's happening…

The first time it happened, Seven didn't understand what was happening.

He was happily eating his Honey Buddha Chips while he sat on the sofa when it happened.

The first thing that disappeared was his chips. It turned into binaries and codes while he was mid-bite. He thought it was odd, but he didn't think too much about it. He was going to grab another chip, but the chip bag disappeared, turning into binaries and codes.

He stood up from the couch and noticed how the furniture and his bunker itself were disappearing into binaries and codes. He panicked and avoided any of the binaries and codes going his way. He took out his phone and the only thing he could see was a giant red text that said 'RESET IN PROGRESS'

"What…?" he muttered out loud as he stared at the screen in disbelief. What did it mean by 'reset in progress'?

He received the answer just as everything but him disappeared into binaries and codes. He was left in a black-and-green space that was only filled with binaries and codes.

He walked and walked, but he was getting nowhere.

He tried looking for anything else other than binaries and codes, but there was nothing else. Even the phone in his hand disappeared into binary and codes.

He stayed lying on the ground, waiting for something to happen.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, but everything suddenly changed.

His room slowly appeared again, which took him by surprise. He stood up and watched as more of the bunker appeared as though it never disappeared, but it was off.

The state of the bunker didn't look the same before it disappeared.

He slowly sat up and watched as the phone appeared in his hands and dings. He immediately opened it to check the RFA application and his eyes widened when he saw new messages from MC.

The messages MC sent were the same as though it was her first time chatting with them. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood up and looked over at the security cameras in Rika's apartment.

"What the—?" He doesn't understand what's happening.

MC looked the same when she first arrived at the apartment; a nervous wreck, pacing around the apartment and hesitant to touch anything.

The RFA members eventually asked for his help with the newest member in the chatroom, and what was he supposed to say?

He was the one who wanted to question them.

Why didn't they recognize who MC is? Why are they acting like this is their first time meeting her? Why are they talking about her as though they never bonded with her? She is the RFA Coordinator.

But he didn't ask about it in the chatroom. He replied to them, acting like he also didn't know who was the new member in their chatroom. He chatted endlessly while he went to check on his computer, hoping to check if any of his files had been saved.

None of the files that dated back eleven days ago were saved.

The date on the bottom right of his computer was on the same day MC arrived at the apartment and the Unknown hacker infiltrated the chatrooms.

How…?

Did he travel back in time? But that didn't explain the binaries and codes.

Was the past eleven days a vivid dream he had?

It had to be, right? There's no other explanation for this.

He smiled as he looked back at his phone, following the messages alongside and adding his own whenever he had something he wanted to say.

Once everyone left the chatroom, he leaned back in his chair as a sigh escaped his lips.

He doesn't understand what's happening…

The sixteenth time it happened, Seven believed that he was stuck on a time loop.

His bunker reverted to what it looked like eleven days ago. All of his messy Honey Buddha Chips lying on the ground were gone. His clothes were free from the messy stains he didn't bother cleaning.

He checked his phone, and they were talking to MC like she's a stranger. Again.

Her replies remain the same, but there were also some odd ones in it, talking about a game. But he believes she's just joking around.

Other than that, there was nothing different about it.

Her first day remains mostly the same, almost like a pattern.

The start of a change began during the second day onwards. She would reply differently to each RFA member, except there were times when she favored one over the rest.

She would grow close to any of them until the other eventually grew feelings towards her by the fifth day.

Then something bad would always happen afterwards.

The security system messes up, Unknown comes to try to kidnap her, the love interest comes and saves her before it happens, drama involving their personal lives, and the RFA Party happens smoothly.

Sometimes he and someone else would go to this place called 'Mint Eye' to find out more about the 'Unknown' hacker that he could never seem to figure out their true identity.

There's a part of him that wonders if he already knew, but something is preventing him from remembering who the Hacker is.

The thirty-third time it happened, Seven was now being pursued by MC.

He wondered what the sudden change was.

She never went for him in the other time loops. She always went for the other RFA members—never him.

He thought she was just joking around, replying to her messages flirtatiously, and following along with her calls with entertainment.

His heart slowly warmed up to her charms, and he found himself unconsciously smiling whenever he watched as she left him messages right where the CCTV could see them.

He grew tired of work that he'd been constantly re-doing every time the time loops back to the beginning of her arrival. He is distracted by her and Vanderwood knows it. He came inside the bunker and demanded he get back to work, especially when he was backlogging everything.

He grew so careless that he had almost forgotten about the situation that always happened on the fifth day.

He saw his computer screen light up in codes while there was a red skull that was giving him a warning. The RFA server was hacked.

He was hacked.

He focused on getting the systems back together and tightening the security. While he was working on tightening the security system, he received several messages from the RFA members, asking him about the strange alarm they heard from the app. He tried to keep it as vague as possible until he was sure he had the systems under control.

And once he finally got the servers back to normal, he entered the chatroom and explained the situation. He smiled when MC kept the situation light, not letting her fears get to her. She continued to joke around despite the others being concerned.

He knew he should be over it by now, but he couldn't help but worry about her. He saw the way she paced around the apartment while nervously biting her fingers. He saw the way she stared at the emails, yet to be responded to, before closing the monitor and opening the RFA app. So he called her.

And it seemed like she knew he was worried about her because she was reassuring him of his concerns. She made him laugh, despite the danger she didn't know she was in. She trusted him.

It made his heart soar.

So he went on and built a little robot dog that could spit fire. He thought it was a good idea at first until he thought of the possible injuries she might sustain from it. He showed it to her in the chatroom and she loved it. She loved anything that he made, even though she didn't know all of them.

However, he had to leave to focus more on strengthening the security system in Rika's apartment and finding the hacker.

He called her a few hours later, finally finding a few minutes of free time on his already-packed schedule of things to work on. He worried about her, reassuring her to no end. He played along with her before ending the call with a laugh.

He wanted to meet her badly, but he couldn't.

Vanderwood was watching him, making sure he did his work. He complained to no end and Vanderwood told him he was getting attached.

And that made him freeze.

He wasn't allowed to get attached.

He ignored Vanderwood and instead watched the security monitors, his face flushing when she smiled at him widely with a handwritten message for him to take a break.

So cute, so cute… he thought as he groaned while covering his face. He was distracted by her.

His thoughts are swarming with her, her, her.

He wanted to meet her in person.

He threw those thoughts away, shaking his head.

He can't have romantic feelings towards her.

By the seventh day and onwards, he stayed inside Rika's apartment, along with MC. He tried fixing the security system while being cold towards her.

He didn't want to, but he had already put her life in danger.

Not to mention, he found out the Unknown hacker was his brother.

It made him question what happened to Saeran after he left. He grew suspicious and untrustworthy of V and wondered if he knew about it the entire time.

He tried avoiding talking to MC. He told her that he acts differently in real life compared to his goofy messages in the chatroom. However, she never gave up on him.

No matter how stubborn he was, she never gave up.

So, he hesitated to open his heart towards her. It took a while before he began to open up his past to her, showing her the USB files she tried to access and it was all images of his brother, Saeran.

He gave her the robot cat he destroyed, taking extra care to make sure the robot cat was in a perfect state.

He told her to wait for him as he held her hands and she accepted it.

He goes against V's orders and opens the drawers to see secret documents. He finds an earlier version of the logo found in the emails the RFA members received, as well as blueprints for the building where the emails were sourced.

He stopped the car once they arrived at the building. He and MC went inside and looked around the room. They wandered until they found the computer room. He went on and hacked the monitors, trying to get as much information about 'Mint Eye', but his brother arrived.

He tried convincing Saeran about the truth of what happened, but he didn't believe him. MC showed the contents of the floppy disks. He thought Saeran would finally understand him, but he didn't.

His brother broke down and left in such a hurry.

He and MC left the room to chase after him, but all they saw was V.

V admitted that he saw Vanderwood take Saeran away.

V asked for forgiveness.

He did not accept.

He no longer trusted V.

However, his new mission is to save Saeran.

He told MC she could leave, but she stayed with him.

They didn't join the RFA party.

He held MC's hands as he told her to refer to him by his real name from now on.

She smiled at him. Instead of responding, she kisses him instead.

He held MC close to his chest as they both laid on the bed.

He whispered to her of his fears, and his desire to be with her forever.

He didn't know whether he would survive or not.

He asks if he can embrace her, and she accepts.

He lowered his head so he could properly look at her. She looked back at him, her eyes warm and full of love.

He closes his eyes as his lips make contact with hers.

He finally saved Saeran.

He finally got his brother back—

He was so overjoyed he couldn't stop smiling.

He spun MC around, laughter bubbling in his throat as he looked at her with so much love and affection.

It would take a lot of rehabilitation and therapy for Saeran to recover from his experience in the Mint Eye, and he knows it very well.

He won't leave him.

Never again.

His world is back to binaries and codes when he opens his eyes.

Oh.

Oh.

… right—

He had forgotten about it, too elated to be with MC and reuniting with his brother again.

"Hah…" he chuckled as tears ran down his face. He didn't bother wiping them away, relieved no one would see him in this state.

And yet, it also feels lonely.

Why did he even—

He told himself he wasn't supposed to fall in love with MC, but he couldn't help it. Her charm and personality drew him closer to her. His heart soared whenever she flirted back.

He loved listening to her voice whenever they were on a call.

He loved how she made him laugh.

He loved watching her on the monitor and how she would leave him messages through it or make funny faces.

He wanted her to be his forever.

And she was.

And then she wasn't anymore.

The one hundred and second time it happened, Seven cried.

He finally understands what's happening.

He was not stuck on a time loop.

He was stuck in a game.

He is nothing but a fictional character that exists for the player to fall in love with.

It explains why MC's messages keep changing. It explains why no one remembers what happens.

It explains why MC acts different towards him whenever it was his turn to be pursued. It hurts every time she does.

However, it doesn't explain why he's the only one who remembers everything. He asked the other RFA members about it, but they all replied, not understanding what he meant by it.

He was still unsure whether he was right about it or not, so he joked about it during the chatrooms. Sometimes MC would reply ominously, but there were a few times she didn't know what he was talking about.

He had doubts whenever she didn't know what he meant by it, but the more frequent the odd replies were, the more he believed his theory to be true.

And he doesn't know what to do with this information.

It's world-changing to him.

Seven doesn't know how many times MC has reset the game.

He has grown tired of it.

He is used to MC's patterns.

He knows what happens next. He knows what happens by the end of the eleventh day.

However, the endings change.

The normal ending, the good ending, and the bad ending.

He never liked the bad endings, but those seem to happen often. He doesn't understand why the player likes the bad endings, sometimes a little more than the good endings.

But that didn't matter.

His world repeats over and over again.

And he is the only one who remembers.

He lives his life in a lie.

His thoughts, dialogue—basically everything about him is all because of binaries and codes.

Or maybe he is an error.

707.

A memory that can't be freed or removed.

Was it a coincidence he was named after the 707 error or did the developers make him remember every single route the player takes to make his character more interesting?

He demands answers from them, but he knows he'll never be able to reach far enough for their coding to not affect his decisions and thinking.

He has no control over his own life.

He even begins to question whether what he's thinking right now is his own thoughts or another thing coded on him.

He has grown used to the black and green walls covered in binaries and codes as he awaited for the player to play the game.

His world shifts into color as his bunker appears.

His phone dings and he sighs, putting on a smile as he opens the RFA chatroom to meet the player again.

A/N: i have not played the game for over 3-4 years so i apologize if it's a little inaccurate. i used my pre-existing knowledge of mystic messenger lore and research to make sure i got some of it right.

i genuinely thought i would fail again at writing at least one mystic messenger fanfic every year but luckily, the alt prompt stopped it from happening.

[masked-ragdoll]

QSMP Dream

hey yall

you ever get so invested in something that you dream about it?

well this is the second time I've had a qsmp dream, and I figured I'd share this one :)

here we go

Phil chatted with Bagi as they watched Sunny and Em play with Tubbo and Pac. Fit said he was on his way, just checking to see if Ramon was awake yet. Phil’s finger hovered over the tab key, wondering if he should check to see if his eggs were awake yet. He decided against it, their admins had messaged him that they would be a bit late.

He was brought back to the present by Bagi looking up behind him and yelling “OH SHIT!” as she grabbed her sythe. Phil whipped around to see a code hovering above the group, watching them. Tubbo began yelling at the eggs to teleport as a strange green fog started to fill the area. Pac and Bagi readied themselves to fight, and Phil almost did the same when he stopped, having an idea.

“Wait!” He called out. “We don’t have to fight.”

“Hey! Code!” He yelled, looking directly at the code, which turned to him. “I want to talk. I just want to talk. Follow me.”

Phil backed up away from the others a little, and when the code followed, he turned and walked off into the green fog. As he walked, he checked behind him with f5 every now and then to make sure the code was still following, which it was doing calmly.

After a little ways, he came to a grassy clearing. He stopped and turned to face the code. It stopped about 5 blocks away from him and moved to the side, revealing another code behind it. Phil opened his mouth to ask about it when he saw yet another code appear out of the fog. He turned to it before seeing more appear from the fog. He turned in a circle, starting to panic a little when he saw he was surrounded by codes, around a dozen of them he noted. He took a breath and tried to keep his composure.

“Thank you for following me. I need to talk to you all about something important.”

As Phil explained about the threat of the purgatory eye workers and how they were getting stronger and stronger, he saw some of the codes look to each other.

“Etoiles said you guys would be interested in helping, and I hope he was right. He said you guys love a good fight. Well, these workers need someone strong to fight them, because they keep getting stronger and they’re cheating to be stronger than us. They need to be taken down.”

Phil turned to the one he assumed was the first one to show up.

“Can I- can we rely on you to help? Will you join the fight on our side?”

Phil paused, watching the codes turn to each other again. One by one, they backed up into the green fog, flying away.

“Hey! Don’t go, answer me! HEY!”

Phil took a step forward as more codes left. “HEY! GET BACK HERE!”

The last code left, dropping a book behind it. Phil took it and looked around as the green fog dissipated. He flipped the book open to find many pages of binary written inside.

A response.

[poppletonink]

An Analysis of the IKSW Characters

First of all, if you haven’t read I Kissed Shara Wheeler yet, I would recommend skipping this one, as this contains an immense number of spoilers. Now with that out of the way, let’s dive in, shall we?...

Every character in I Kissed Shara Wheeler is different. The cast is diverse, and each character teaches the readers important life lessons about numerous topics.

Chloe Green

“She’s gay, Your Honour.”

Chloe (who is incredibly similar to Paris Geller from Gilmore Girls) is the world’s most perfect example of a bisexual who has a general dislike of most other people. She’s a theatre nerd and a perfectionist – especially when it comes to her grades and her eyeliner. And she’s also quite probably the most determined character in the entire novel, with her never-ending drive to find Shara and to win valedictorian (this is mostly like the reason that she reminds of the song ‘Are You Satisfied?’ by Marina). Chloe hates False Beach, and her high school, constantly finding little ways to rebel against the school dress code so that she can control why people look at her. She’s also the only openly queer girl in their school, just like her mom was. Chloe is important because she teaches readers not to give up – not when there’s something worth fighting against or for.

Shara Wheeler

“You’re like the girl… You know everyone is scared of Chloe Green, right?”

Shara Wheeler is like the perfect combination of Alison DiLaurentis from Pretty Little Liars and Rory Gilmore from Gilmore Girls; she’s also the epitome of the song ‘Little Miss Perfect’ by Write Out Loud. She starts out as the town’s perfect girl, who everyone aspires to be like, perfectly representing what God would want out of someone, but as the story goes on you see more and more cracks in her flawless façade. Shara is the reason that Chloe learns the difference between nice and kind, because Shara is not nice, but she is kind. She also cares about things too much, and when she does, she throws them away, because she doesn’t want people to know just how much she cares. She can read people like a book (or everyone apart from herself, apparently) which is how she manages to plant her clues in a manipulative scheme to control the people around her. Shara Wheeler is far from perfect, but she’s interesting, which in the same way as Georgia describes Emma from the classic Jane Austen novel, is what makes her a good character.

Smith Parker

“Because I feel bad doing all that to a frog… Like, I don’t know how he died! What if he had a family? What if he had like, dreams? What if he never got to finish Breaking Bad?”

Smith’s character (who for some reason reminds me of Cooper Clay from One of Us is Lying) is incredibly interesting. First of all, he’s a jock who is actually nice – something that is rarely seen in fiction. And secondly, I was not expecting his side plot to do with his gender identity (though I definitely called the Rory related side plot). Smith is interesting because he’s not what you usually see of a genderqueer character. It seems like he’s somewhere on the non-binary spectrum (using his letterman jacket as a coping method for his gender dysphoria) but he still chooses to use he/him pronouns. He likes football, but he also has a Sailor Moon collection, and he likes putting flowers in his hair and wearing makeup. Smith Parker is a character the world needed to see, because he proves that not all genderqueer people are the same.

Rory Heron

“For legal reasons, I’m joking.”

Rory Heron is amazing. He thoroughly reminds me of Jess Mariano from Gilmore Girls (though Casey McQuiston has previously stated on Twitter about their likeness) because he likes poetry – even though he’s dyslexic – but hates school and usually skives, plus the fact that he’s done some illegal stuff that everyone just casually ignores. He’s brutally honest, but he’s also really romantic – the fact that he flooded the labs just so Smith didn’t have to dissect the frogs, even though they weren’t talking to each other at the time, is just adorable (and the fact that he writes songs about him). Plus, the way he figures out that he’s gay (which I knew was coming ever since Ace’s comment about Mr. Brightside at Dixon’s party) was just brilliant, because it shows how a lot of people are conditioned to automatically think that they’re straight even if they later discover that they aren’t.

Georgia

“Chloe, we’re gay. We can’t do math.”

Georgia’s character felt so important to the story, because though she was a side character she teaches Chloe – and the readers – a lot. Her relationship with Summer teaches everyone that religion and queerness can work together – you can be both religious and queer. Not only is she important from a moral-of-the-story perspective, but she also has some of the funniest lines in the entire novel, and the way she views Emma by Jane Austen, can help to get the reader to see just how good Shara’s character is. Georgia is loyal, and a good friend and daughter – even giving up going to NYU with Chloe in order to help her parents with Belltower Books. She also sheds some much-needed light on the fact that just because Chloe hates False Beach, and just because it needs to change, doesn’t mean that it’s all bad, really.

[thechekhov]

Hi! I saw on a post that you're agender and I'm kinda questioning my gender (again) but what interested me more about that post was that you said you believe that gender is a social construct and I'm not really familiar with that theory. I was wondering if you could explain to me what the whole idea is? (bc I kinda only feel like a have a gender in social situations? In my head, my dreams and how I picture myself in the future, I'm genderless idjskahwksjejensj) Sorry for bothering you if I did.

This is a BIG topic and it opens a LOT of wormholes. 

We’re gonna do this in pie slice statements that will hopefully help explain what I mean. Please keep in mind I’m going to simplify many things for the sake of readability.

1) What is a social construct? 

Social constructs are ideas that are negotiated by social groups. Something being a social construct does not make it ‘not real’. 

For example, money is a social construct. Yes, we have cash - coins, credit cards - but these are physical props that are REPRESENTATIVE of the idea of currency. You have some form of credit to your name - the money is a socially agreed-upon idea of value being represented by bills in your hand, by numbers in your bank account. 

[Description: Two humanoid figures are standing side by side. The right-side figure is holding a rock in its hand. 

Right side figure: Let’s agree that this shiny rock is worth 2 sheep.

Left side figure: Sounds fake but ok.]

Technically, countries are also social constructs. We, as a society, negotiate what a country is, and this can be changed.

[Description: Two figures are standing on either side of a dotted line drawn on the ground. The left figure is pointing down at it while the right figure watches, its arms crossed.

Left figure: Let’s pretend that everything on this side of the imaginary line is mine.

Right figure: ...ok but my house is over there.

Left figure: ... for 3 shiny rocks you can come visit.]

Does that mean canada isn’t real? No. (I mean, obviously canada ISN’T real, but we all agree to pretend it is.) The thing that makes it real is that we are in agreement, and all follow the social rules of pretend to make it seem like the Canadian border, the idea of Canadian citizenship, etc... is an objective fact. (It’s not. These are in fact, negotiable limits and parameters. We have laws in place to define it in legal terms, but those laws can be changed, or may change in the minds of communities. That’s why it’s a construct.)

By that same token, I hold the view that gender, as we largely perceive it in modern society, is a construct. Why? Because it is not inherent; we, as a society, negotiate its meaning. 

2) What is gender? 

People will probably fight me on this and that’s fine, but here’s my (simplified) understanding of gender (from someone who personally has none)

Gender is a social category negotiated by cultures based on your assigned or desired role in your community that influences, among many other things, your physical appearance, your role in family units, your expected position in jobs, etc. 

How I think it happened:

[Description: Two figures are standing on either side of the panel, both holding children-looking figures. The one on the left is wearing purple. The one on the right is wearing green.

Green figure: Hey, I’ve got an idea. What if we separate the babies into two groups based on physical traits they have no control over?

Purple figure: Wh-- okay...?

Green figure: And then limit the jobs they can do and the community ritual involvement available to them based on that!

Purple figure: ... I feel like this is going to backfire on us someday.

Green figure: Nah, it’ll be fine.

The past panel is a dramatic closeup on the purple figure’s face - which is featureless - betraying a deeply doubtful emotion. It says nothing.]

Important points to remember: what gender looks like, what the limits are, what the expectations are... are not inherent to any human biology. We make up gender roles. This is evident in the fact that across the world, gender roles differ by culture. The positions people of a certain gender are allowed to take up are different. What is perceived to be ‘girly’ or ‘boyish’ is different across cultures. 

Simply speaking - currently the (western) model we have, dumbed down, is:

You are assigned male at birth because of physical characteristics

You are raised being told to ‘toughen up’ and ‘boys don’t cry’ and encouraged not to show emotions

You are taught to wear male-coded clothes and discouraged from female-coded fashion choices

You are given more opportunities to participate in sports, encouraged to engage in physical activity, etc

You are not expected to need time off for child-rearing 

Here’s where gender as it works in society breaks down into being not a real thing but instead something we thought up: 

Nothing about having a penis necessitates wearing pants. Nothing about having XY chromosomes means you need to keep your hair short. Nothing about your genome makes the experience of nail-polish different for any human being. 

All of these are arbitrary traits we decided were allowed or not allowed to a specific group of people based on entirely unrelated physiology. 

Even if we delve deeper, there is MORE variation among individuals of the same ‘sex’ than there are, on average, of members of the ‘opposite sex’ when compared to each other. 

Many people use the excuse ‘women are physically not as strong as men’ to say that this has an evolutionary aspect driving these cultural, historical, socially-constructed gender requirements. 

But if there was a physical reasoning behind the culturally-set gender-limited job expectations, then we actually WOULDN’T need a traditional binary gender system to sort ourselves into categories. It would simply be decided as a meritocracy - stronger individuals, regardless of gender, would be given physically-demanding jobs. (Also we know that many jobs thought to be ‘traditionally male’ are just the result of sexist bullshit, so this reasoning doesn’t fly any further than I can throw it which is, coincidentally, not very far. Politics is one such area. Doctors are another. We can go on but I think you get my drift.)

My own example of this is an anecdote when my grandparents came to visit my partner and I in Japan. While we were driving down to Tokyo, my grandmother - who has a PhD in entomology - began to say that driving is a masculine activity and women shouldn’t be driving as it was ‘un-woman-like’. My partner almost immediately fired back that in Japan, studying insects or having any interest in them whatsoever was considered a heavily masculine-coded activity. In Russia, there is no such assignment, and my grandmother was left silently blinking in confusion, unable to come up with any excuse except ‘well, all cultures are different, I suppose...’

Do either of these things inherently have a gendered aspect? Of course not! But we assign gendered ideals to them anyway.

3) If gender is made up and constructed by society, then does that mean trans people aren’t real?

No.

Even if you agree that gender is a social construct, trans people are still real. TERFs don’t get a pass. Why? 

Because gender - as a social construct - still affects our everyday lives, dictates our social position in our community. Transitioning is still a thing that has to happen. The fact that you are NOT easily able to decide your own gender and are ostracized for wanting to transition, abused for dressing the way you want to be perceived, and bullied for wanting people to refer to you with different pronouns - all those are the effects of a social construct that has very REAL impact on our lives.

This is also why I dislike defining trans-ness by dysphoria. Because transgender people are not only their suffering - the suffering is coming from the outside!! Many trans people remember not being concerned about their gender identity in their childhood, because they did not yet perceive the world as being hostile to their desire to fulfil a specific role in society. The issues and self-hatred and dysphoria begins when they express wanting to be themselves - a life which they are forbidden from pursuing based on physical characteristics they were born with.

Does this mean we should try to remove gender from society? If we constructed it, we can deconstruct it, right?

Realistically, I highly doubt this is possible. Gender is so ingrained in our daily lives that it would be difficult. Nor, I would say, would it be necessary to achieve world peace. 

Having social groups - having gender - isn’t inherently a bad thing. The bad thing is when we limit those social groups to specific basic human rights, like voting, or when we forbid them from transitioning from one to another based on things that are out of their control. 

Also, I’m not saying genitals and secondary sexual characteristics aren’t real. Please don’t bother sending me that angry message, I’ll ignore it, I promise. 

But the concept of gender IS something we thought up and maintain and negotiate with each other to this very day. It’s not granted to us by a higher power, nor is it a constant, unchanging thing. It’s a part of the human experience and like everything, it has the potential to evolve - as a concept in our communal memory, as well as on an individual level, for people who feel they want to be perceived differently. 

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk!

[gameofsevens]

c!Dream's Limbo

DISCLAIMER: this was written back in July 2021, so some details in the beginning are no longer accurate, but the overall theme, especially the second half, still stands. Also, I'm only talking about characters here, it just flows better without the "c!"

Whether he dies from Quackity and Sam snapping, Sapnap fulfilling a promise, Tommy finally having enough, or natural or...less than natural causes, he died alone. Maybe not physically, but mentally--friendship wise? He had no one.

But in his limbo, he had everyone. And I mean everyone.

But they aren't nice, no: they berate him and yell at him for all he's done and if he didn't find the wrongs in his actions before, he knows them now. If he realized it from wasting away in the prison, it's a sick reminder. If he knew from the moment he declared war with L'Manburg that he may make bad decisions and knew what he did, none of it's a surprise, but it still hurts like hell.

Maybe DreamXD is there, maybe Dreamon if he existed. But they share his name, so they're a part of him (or he's a part of them), so they don't do anything but stare

This goes on for a time he can't make out; it could be years or days or seconds, he doesn't know. All he knows is that his mask (not the literal one, the metaphorical one) is gone.

And then one day it stops. There's no warning, nothing like how he died--just one moment his ears were bleeding and his head was ringing and so many people were yelling and pointing and hitting--and then nothing.

He's back in the prison.

Well, no, it's not the prison, because the prison had that shitty light in one corner, the murky water in another, and that curtain of lava that looked oh so inviting.

Wherever he is now is nothing like that. In fact, it's nothing at all.

He's in the void, crammed between binary code and plug-ins, suffocating under the blue and green text that's supposed to tell him the universe loves him.

The text that he knows exists (it has to, it HAS to!) doesn't tell him to wake up (as if he ever could. His name is DREAM after all)

But that’s just it, isn’t it? He’s Dream: his story, his ending was right in his name all along. Maybe he should’ve seen this coming (or maybe he did, but ignorance is bliss as they say, and by God was he blissful), yet it still ended the same:

Stuck floating in a fallen-apart Dream dream until the end of time (or maybe he’ll go past that if he hasn’t already) all of his sins, purposeful and knowing or not, choking him the whole way.

That’s not the worst part, though.

Dream knows that once he’s gone, once his dream disappears, everyone else’s will too.

But a game can’t wake up--he’s as much proof of that as any.

So the worst part isn’t a constant replay of his entire life in shambles, it’s knowing that everyone will be experiencing it too.

And maybe, just maybe--something tickles the back of his ravaged mind--that was his fault, too.

[i-imade-a-thing]

Amphibia Froggy Little Christmas Details

OMGGG THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST WHOLESOME EPISODE EVER! ALSO RETURN OF REBECCA SUGAR SONG HECK YES! THIS EPISODE GIVE US A LOT OF STUFF WE BEEN FED GOOD TONIGHT LADS! Spoilers & Details Below!

The intro receive some slight change!

Santa is flying his sled in the bird eye shot of LA

Multiple LA buildings get christmas decoration

The construction worker wore santa hat

BELLS BELLS BELLS

Anne's calamity form is green and pink instead of blue

Ok now on to the episode!

Anne's mom took a frog with santa hat mug out of the shelf

Andrias have several flying factories now....he really be preparing

Andrias still showing off his fun loving side....in a twisted way

REEEEEBBBBEEEECCCCCAAAAAAAA SOOONNNGGGGG

So much returning background character, i wont be listing it cuz theres a lot

One of the store sign said "Donate, or get coal"

Exactly after first part of rebecca's song ended, Anne's theme started playing

Anne's float plan wrote "elephants baby!" "aw yeah!" "cost: $0.00" and "mom will be so happy"

Ally and Jess place seems to locate at "Palm Tree Community College"

Some of the poster in Ally and Jess place include "Do and Donts", "use duct tapes", "but first, coffee", and "robot babysitting service"

There's also a binary code on the whiteboard but it's too blury for me to translate

ALLY BLUSHING AT JESS

Andrias drinking "Zap-o-rade", probably a parody of "Gatorade"

Rip Polly

One of TV selling have a sticker "suuuuuper wide"

Putting cicada's legs into cookies, just like in the episode "if you give frogs a cookie"

Some of the prototype gifts that Sprig made are Plantar's house, Chickalisk(from return to wartwood), mantis (from anne or beast), and snake (from best fronds)

THEY ALSO KEPT ANNE'S BABY TOYS IN ONE OF THE BOX

In the scene "I wasn't going to let you give up on your dream because of me" Anne's theme played

An ads sign saying "WALLMARK CHANNEL PRESENTS a Hunky Lumberjack for Christmas"

Some of the floats include "Construct a Carnivore" and Monday Cat

The microbots seemed to be based on ticks, also have multiple eyes like the core

"Ready to Rock!"

Andrias continue showing his fun loving side

"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT" *WEEZE*

Gamer rage andrias

Kinda interesting that Darcy use the word "pathetic", kinda tell about the personality

"It was the combo of jolly and murderous that make it felt special"

Reminder that Sprig love action figure, like how has it in his room (in the ep flood, sweat, and tears)

Sprig going from calling Anne a hero(anne and beast) to his hero AAHHHH SO WHOLESOME

Rebecca Sugar is wearing a ring on the left hand, thats a cool detail

The dish washing soap in the background is "Soap Holiday Edition"

There's multiple crumbled paper on the table and Anne also want to remain anonymous by signing as "a friend", both of these details mean Anne have a hard time telling Marcy's and Sasha's parents

Marcy's family mail is "the Wu family" while Sasha's are "Mr. Waybright" and "Mrs. Waybright" separately

The pen written on the mail also corresponse to the gem's color

ANNE FINALLY GAVE HER THE BUTTERFLY FROM HOPPING MALL LETS FREAKING GOOOOOO

Sprig got tarantulad action figure, Polly got a Narf gun, and HP got "How to Direct" book(continuation of Hollywood Hop Pop)

And Matt himself probably draw this

This episode is reallyyyy wholesome~ I love this episode so much! It is such a good way to end the midseason! There's so much returning characters and background characters, gave us a peak of what's to come, and wholesome character moments! Can't wait til next year!

Also thanks to you who've been reading these since I've been posting these! These types of post may not be perfect, but I'm glad some of you enjoy it!

[darkisrising]

Rain, by DarkIsRising

Rain (Weather series pt1)

The first time Luke felt a pressure drop before a thunderstorm, he’d thought it was something to do with the Force. He’d been on Dagobah lifting Master Yoda in the air while balancing in a handstand that wobbled more and more with every passing minute when he’d noticed the change. A creeping cold that stole across his skin leaving a slight shiver in its wake. The sudden realization that the swamp had gone silent, all the creatures that had been stirring the marsh grasses and battering the trunks of trees in search of insects to eat were still—gone into hiding—as if they knew something he did not.

Then the rain had started, great gouts of it, and he’d yelped as he fell out of his position, sending his master down with an unceremonious thud.

“Is this the Darkside?” he’d called, yelling to be heard over the thick raindrops that pelted from the sky, eyes stinging with the ones that caught in his eyelashes and ran in rivers from his hair.

Master Yoda had only laughed at his bewildered pupil, taking pity on him as he explained: “A rainstorm it is, young Skywalker. Come. Back to my home we shall go.”

By the time they got back to the hovel his master called home, thunder was rumbling the humble walls and lightning was crackling sideways, casting strange shapes through the shadows. Luke had shivered, clutching a tattered blanket around his shoulders, as he wondered how something that could be so necessary for life could be so destructive and angry.

Yavin 4's rainstorms are a bit like that.

"It's okay, little one," Luke soothes as Grogu buries his face in his master’s side, little claws clutching his black cloak tight as another roll of thunder shakes the temple’s ancient walls. "We're safe in here."

Artoo clicks out a question, the gentle beeps of binary barely audible over the sound of rain as it pounds against ceiling and ground, echoing through the tall, cavernous halls. This isn’t the most inviting place to bring a youngling, but it’s where Luke has been living since Leia had officially removed him from any and all New Republic business with strict orders not to show his face around the senate until he had a rebuilt Jedi order to show for himself, and Luke—who’d been drowning in requests he could never say no to to aid the fledgling governmental body, even if it meant neglecting the one thing he felt most called to do—had been so relieved he’d kissed her on the cheek and swore he’d never loved her more than at that very instant.  

He’d come to Yavin 4 with dreams—visions, really—of a school of padawans; a collection of Force users who lived and learned in a place that breathed with life and resonated with the deep spiritual memories of their shared Jedi past.

Instead what he’d gotten was a dismayingly large temple whose ceilings have been giving way with increasing frequency and whose planet’s wet season howled with menace; one terrified, preverbal fifty-year-old padawan; one astromech fretting over the interrupted sleep cycles of sentient beings; and one Jedi master very much out of his depth.

Lightning cracks like an electro-whip and the thunder that comes a half click later is nearly on top of them, rattling the temple with a fury that sends Grogu even deeper into Luke’s side. 

“You’re alright, we’re fine.” Luke lets his voice turn soft and nonsensical like Aunt Beru had murmured when he’d been a kid waking up the homestead with his nightmares of blue lightning and death-white hands that he knows now had been whispers of the future. 

Bringing his ungloved hand up, Luke can pick up traces of Grogu’s thoughts as his palm curls around the delicate curve of the shivering child’s head. They aren’t much more than snatches of moments but Luke knows they are memories by the taste of them. There is a cramped darkness and outside of it are guttural howls and grunts of pain and the wet snick of breath leaving the lungs of the dying. There are the pings of blaster bolts and the clash of metal on metal and something that whistles through the air like birds. More than anything there is fear—so much fear—and worry for the big man with gentle hands and the silver helmet.

Luke has spent too many days wading through excited chatter not to recognize the Mandalorian that had taken Grogu in as his own only to let him go. 

And there are plenty of reasons in the sobering light of day why Luke shouldn’t—why he told himself he couldn’t—let this attachment of Grogu’s linger. The texts he’s unearthed and the few beings he’s found who remember the Jedi all agree that there were strict rules about this sort of thing. Rules that could see a Jedi expelled from the Order if broken. Rules that he suspects his very birth had violated, so perhaps no one can appreciate the reasons behind those rules more than he who has seen the twisted, broken man that his father had become. 

Still.

Still, he’d asked Han weeks ago if he might know someone that knew someone that knew a Mandalorian with unpainted armor. And if that person could get him a comm code which Luke has kept tucked away—just in case—though in case of what he can’t say.  

Outside the thunder roars and beneath his hand Grogu shakes and maybe this is why he’d done it. 

“Come here, young one. Let’s see if this works.” Luke couldn’t bring himself to try the code when he’d gotten it, and he doesn’t want to get the child’s hopes up by giving voice to the thing he’s about to attempt in case there is nothing but static on the other end.

“Yeah?” a husky voice answers, tinny from a vocoder, and Luke can tell by the swivel of green ears and the widening of dark eyes that Han’s contacts had gotten it right.

“Hey.” Luke starts and then falters. He licks his lips, suddenly at a loss for words but Grogu is chattering all at once and his excitement is infectious enough that Luke finds himself laughing as pointed green claws grab for the comm in his hand.

On the other end a breath is sucked in, fast and tight, and then the Mandalorian says in breathy wonderment “Kid? Is that you?”

“Yeah. Yeah he’s here,” Luke says, more confident now. “Having a bit of a bad night, though, and I thought maybe talking to you might help. Do you have holo capabilities where you are?”

“I do, hold on. Let me just—” his voice wanders off as buttons are pushed and the familiar hum of a ship’s console powers on. “I was asleep, just give me a minute to find everything.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry we disturbed you—”

“No,” comes the answer, quicker than the cracking lightning and the whipping winds and the falling rain, “No, didn’t disturb me at all.”

A blue holo flickers on, cutting through the temple darkness. It’s staticky from the distance and the weather, but Grogu trills as excited as if the Mandalorian had appeared in front of him in the flesh.

Luke adjusts the angle until their end catches where the youngling is sitting on Luke’s knee and the Mandalorian’s helmet tilts to the side at an inquisitive angle. “Hey there,” he says voice unsteady, or maybe that’s just the bad connection. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Leaning back in his seat, Luke closes his eyes and lets the rise and fall of conversation between two beings that have invented their own language fall over him, strange and wonderful, and for the first time in a long time he feels like he’s made the right call.

[chezborger]

could you do a romantic x reader christmas 🎄oneshot on Daisuke jigen (where jigen falls for the newest member (who's good with computers) of the lupin gang at a christmas party they quickly got to know each other when jigen flirts with her a bit and then share their first passionate kiss under the mistletoe 🎋) can fluff be added in the request!

This was the reader's first kiss since I've never had my first kiss 😢!

A/n: this is really late but I was still pushing myself about writing this! Hope you like it! 🎄🎄

Music blares while everyone got drunk and made and ass of themselves, having a damn good time doing it. The perfect cold night to gather together for this holiday night. You stepped away into the hallway that leads to a small balcony for some needed breathing room not noticing a certain some followed you. Leaning against the frame and letting the crisp air hit your face and breathing it in really was a refresher.

"Got a light?" It startled you for a moment but that voice was someones who you'd grown to admire and even crush on. Jigen put the cigarette between his lips bouncing it up slighty while he asks and you watched his lips hypnotised wondering if they're soft or chapped.

"Mhm." You pull out the lighter, it was a metal flip lighter that had reflective green binary code on it. Buying it awhile back but mostly having it for show. He loved it though, it went well with you. He most likely knew you'd have it on you too and it makes you blush. The way he watches you from under his hat as you pull it out makes your heart skip a beat. You two being eachothers secret Santas was nice giving you the chance to get him that new gun holster you thought he'd like.

"You having fun?" He asked as you flicked the lighter on.

"Yeah, The nights still young. It's nice when we can all come together and act stupid." His chuckle you got as a response makes you grin. "You?"

"Yeah I think so. Now that I got this alone time with you." Your cheeks heat up and you wouldn't be surprised if steam started coming off of you. Just before you can say something lupin interrupts seemingly coming out of nowhere with a bottle in hand a santa hat on his head.

"Hey guys that's the spirit! I knew that mistletoe would be perfect right there!" His cheeky smile says it all and you both blink at eachother not knowing who's going to do what next.

He throws the cigarette behind him then brings you close as he cups your face and kisses you tenderly. Your gasps of surprised turns to a mewl as he Leans you back a bit to really kiss you while his fingers wove into your hair. His lips move perfectly with it being your first and all. you could've sworn this was a scenario straight out of something you dreamed of many times. The taste of mint was prominent and you loved it. "Sorry..." he apologizes but for what you think. "I know if I didn't do it now I wouldn't get the chance to do that again."

You chew your lip softly and smile to yourself. "I'm glad you took it." He smiles kissing your cheek and you laugh "the most perfect gift I got this year." You snake your arms around his neck and he does the same to your middle. "Kiss me again."

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✨ Requests: Open ✨

[kuphulwho]

Mechamorph Headcanons

Because I have thoughts.

- It’s a common misconception that Mechamorphs can’t see in full color. As seen here, that definitely isn’t the case at all.

- Green isn’t the only color that Mechamorphs come in. While they always have a black base, their markings can be pretty much any color, and these markings can take on a wide variety of shapes. Solid black Mechamorphs are very rare, and only occur when a dead Mechamorph is brought back to life after a significant amount of time has passed post-mortem. Essentially, it can be said that the color has drained from their bodies at this point.

- Since Mechamorphs can shapeshift, they can make aesthetic changes to their bodies at will. They can give themselves spikes, form their goo in a way that somewhat resembles hair, make their markings glow brightly, etcetera.

- A normal, healthy Mechamorph’s markings will have a soft glow to them when awake, and this glow is especially noticeable in the dark. Their bodies are also shiny and somewhat reflective, as demonstrated in DAA. This glow only fades when a Mechamorph is asleep, although they may flicker a bit if they are having a dream. If a Mechamorph who is awake has a diminished shine, reflectiveness, and glow, then they are probably sick.

- When a Mechamorph is flustered, their markings will often glow brighter on their own accord, pretty much their own version of blushing. Conversely, though, if it’s only their optic that is glowing, then it is typically a sign of aggression.

- In original series popup trivia, Mechamorphs have biomechanical blood, which can be energized to create their trademark optic beam. This blood is always the same color as the Mechamorph’s markings, and so is their optic beam.

- Mechamorphs are borderline immortal. They can only die of unnatural causes. Even a techno-organic virus won’t kill them. With the right treatment, they’ll just behave and function strangely until the virus has run its course. While electricity, magnetic fields, and excessive stretching can definitely hurt them, it’s never enough to actually kill them. According to original series comics, one of the few things that can legitimately kill a Mechamorph is acid. And, according to DJW, extreme heat is another one of the few things that can kill them, with lava being given as an example. Plain old fire, however, isn’t enough to kill them. As demonstrated by Malware, this doesn’t even make them flinch. And speaking of Malware, his unique abilities are also one of the few things that can kill a Mechamorph, but that can still be reversed with quick enough intervention.

- As said before, Mechamorphs have an incredible resistance to heat (although this does still have its limits), but it goes both ways. They are also very resistant to cold. In fact, while a hot enough temperature can kill a Mechamorph, a cold enough temperature will only put them into a hibernative state until they’re able to warm up again. They can actually use their resistance to both temperature extremes to their advantage. Being made of living metal, not only can they touch you with obscenely cold hands if they’ve been out in the cold long enough, but they can also become walking weapons if they’ve been out in the heat long enough. If you know how hot metal in the summer feels, then you have an idea of what it would feel like if a Mechamorph that’s been in the heat for an extended period of time were to touch you.

- Mechamorphs, even though do they do favor bipedal movement most of the time, are fully capable of running on all fours. Both Upgrade and Malware have been seen doing this at some point.

- Mechamorphs can auto-tune their own voices. This ability, naturally, makes them formidable singers. However, Mechamorphs going through puberty often lose control of this for a while, speaking in auto-tune when not intending to. Mechamorphs can also fully understand and communicate in binary code.

- Eating and drinking are things that are very ill-advised for Mechamorphs. Their bodies are not designed to do so. As such, should they try, their body will inevitably react to whatever was consumed as if it were a foreign body. This can be seen happening with Baz-l in Eye of the Beholder.

- Yes, Mechamorphs legitimately t-pose as a display of dominance and/or defiance. This is backed up by canon, by the way.

- Mechamorphs can be aquatic if they choose to do so. Much like Piscciss Volann, they can shift an aquatic tail. Additionally, they don’t need to breathe, they’re resistant to temperature extremes, and there’s a good chance that they’re resistant to water pressure, at least to an extent.

- While Mechamorphs don’t have a default physical sex, they do at least understand the concept of gender. Some are male, some female, some nonbinary, and some agender. When it comes to intercourse and reproduction, Mechamorphs can form whatever reproductive organs are needed in order to carry it out.

- Because Mechamorphs have no default physical sex, any two Mechamorphs of any gender can produce offspring together. A single Mechamorph can also produce a child of their own asexually.

- Surprisingly, Mechamorphs can actually reproduce with other species, because they’re techno-organic. However, interspecies reproduction with Mechamorphs typically leads to either-or offspring in most cases, with the offspring most closely resembling the species of the dam. This is because proper meshing can’t really happen most of the time. Hybrid offspring where the Mechamorph was their dam tend to be more flexible in that regard, though.

- Because Mechamorph dams in an interspecies relationship would be at a significant disadvantage during a pregnancy atypical to their species, they have developed a method of carrying it out quickly. Essentially, an egg-shaped pod, large enough to support the developing fetus, starts forming in the dam’s body upon successful conception that is, on average, birthed between one and two weeks after conception. While no incubation is really needed for the pod to eventually “hatch,” incubating it can definitely speed the process up. The aforementioned pregnancy disadvantages include more limited shapeshifting and an inability to fully merge with technology.

- Should the non-Mechamorph be the dam in an interspecies relationship, they’ll simply carry out the pregnancy as normal for their species. However, getting them pregnant to begin with takes a lot of tries the vast majority of the time, more than what is usually typical of their species. An interesting quirk can be seen in this situation as well. Basically, if the non-Mechamorph parent is the dam, then any resulting offspring will always be female. This is because, while Mechamorphs do have some kind of equivalent to sex chromosomes, they’re more of a stand-in than anything, seeing as they don’t have a default physical sex. As such, when it comes to sex determination, even though there’s another sex chromosome there, the fetus only has their dam’s X chromosome to go on, so it ends up defaulting to female.

- Conversely, it is much easier for two Mechamorphs to reproduce with each other. In fact, many would say that it is almost too easy, with there being no real effective way of preventing it. After copulation, there is a significant chance of an infant extruding from the body of the dam afterwards. This can happen anywhere from just a few days later, to several months later. Unlike with pod production, pregnant Mechamorphs in this situation suffer no limitations to their shapeshifting and tech merging abilities. Should a single Mechamorph wish to asexually reproduce in this manner, though, it cannot happen by accident. They must consciously decide to do this.

- Another way that Mechmorphs can reproduce is by spawning animalistic symbiotes, like Ship. Unlike typical sexual and asexual reproduction, though, the spawning of a symbiote is something that always happens instantaneously, rather than sometime later.

- Baby Mechamorphs are called bytes. They start out resembling Ship, with a “tail” in place of their legs and little nubs for arms. Unlike human infants, they are actually able to hold their head up from birth. Shortly after they start crawling, their tail turns into a blob that they use to start practicing upright movement. At this point, their arms become a little more defined as well. Eventually, this blob will split into a pair of legs, and proper hands and fingers should appear. By now, a byte is considered to be a toddler. Symbiotes, meanwhile, typically remain a similar shape to that they were born with for their entire lives.

- Mechamorphs don’t typically wear clothes, so how do they carry their infants around without carriers, slings, or anything of that nature? Well, before their legs develop and they start learning to walk, bytes are carried around in a pouch that is shapeshifted by one of their parents. Because they don’t need to breathe, bytes are capable of remaining in these pouches indefinitely, although they are still taken out of the pouch when they don’t need to be in it, or they just really want out. This pouch can also be used to incubate pods.

- Marking/blood/optic beam color heredity can be a trip and a half. For example, the possible colors from two green Mechamorphs reproducing, or a single green Mechamorph reproducing asexually, are green, yellow-green, blue-green, yellow, and blue. This is because green is a secondary color, and these are the colors that make up green. Conversely, let’s say that you either have two red Mechamorphs reproducing, or a single red Mechamorph reproducing asexually. Since red is a primary color, there aren’t as many color possibilities. The only real possibilities here are shades of red, including pink. However, when two Mechamorphs of different primary colors reproduce, using red and blue as an example, the possible colors are red, blue, purple, red-purple, and blue-purple. Additionally, there are a whole slew of possible colors when two Mechamorphs of differing secondary colors reproduce. For example, the possible colors when a purple and green Mechamorph reproduce are red, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, yellow-orange, yellow-green, blue-green, blue-purple, and red-purple, pretty much every color of the rainbow. Mechamorph parents of differing tertiary colors are just as volatile. Finally, when a white Mechamorph reproduces with any Mechamorph that isn’t white, the possible colors are white, whatever color the other parent is, and a lighter shade of whatever color the other parent is. Meanwhile, when solid black Mechmamorphs produce offspring, they go by the rules of whatever color it was that they used to be. Yes, these facts of marking/blood/optic beam color heredity have been used to detect infidelity before.

[mythgirlimagines]

Now that it’s Tuesday, a new Myth has been introduced to your inbox and soon, your blog! Give a salute to Myth, the Former Ultimate Police Officer!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

As a child, Myth has always had a strong moral compass and an even stronger sense of justice. With the push of her father, who happened to be in law enforcement, Myth studied hard and eventually graduated from the same academy that her father graduated in. Because of her age, gender, and the fact that her father graduated the academy with mere luck, many people at the academy doubted her skills. However, this is fueled Myth’s desire to succeed and prove them wrong. And that she ended up doing, for she wounded up apprehending criminal after criminal, and eventually attended Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Police Officer. Even as a Former Ultimate, she still has a strong sense of justice and seeks to guide the Ultimate and Jr. Ultimate students towards the path of proper morality, and away from the path of criminal intent.

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RELATIONSHIPS 

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Lifeguard

Having grown up around water as well as having a desire to be viewed as a hero amongst people, Wyre decided to become a lifeguard. Despite Wyre‘s rough and tough, delinquent-esque personality, Myth and Wyre are great friends. Myth met Wyre when she was little and she accidentally slipped and fell into the pool. Wyre ended up saving Myth and the two have been friends ever since, quickly bonding over their desire to assist and help others. Myth regularly disciplines Wyre just in case Wyre gets a bit too rowdy.

Outfit: A white tank top with ripped sleeves and a Red Cross on the front, the same whistle that Myth has, red and white swim shorts, tan sandals, regularly wet and droopy hair, swimming goggles on top of their head.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Toymaker

With a secret soft spot for children and an elaborate style of dress and speech, Scar is well-known for her dark and creepy, yet adorable toys. Although she is mostly known for her porcelain dolls in gothic lolita dresses, she is also known for her creepy-cute plush animals and hand puppets/marionettes. Despite trying her best to keep up the whole “Dark Overlord of the Amusement Realm” charade, Myth knows that she has a lot more in common with Scar at first glance. The two girls formed a kinship over their love of children, but not without Myth being christened “Blinding Overlord of the Judgement Realm”. 

Outfit: A black and purple gothic Lolita dress with a black top hat, two bat hairclips on each side of her bangs, a pink and white eyepatch on her left eye, purple lipstick, purple gloves, black and purple stockings, black heeled boots, a pink and white coin purse. 

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Seamster

Having been raised by the Former Ultimate Beautician herself, Fusion Anon knows all there is to know about fashion and clothes. Fusion’s kind-hearted and paternal nature has made him a massive hit amongst the clients at the boutique run by both him and his mother. Despite Myth not really wearing much apart from her uniform, she can tell that Fusion puts his heart and soul into sewing and mending clothes. Fusion also had Myth model for a couple of his newer fashion lines, and needless to say, Myth was thinking of wearing them to the next formal event. 

Outfit: A blue and brown sweater vest over a white dress shirt and a red bowtie,   the same pants, socks and shoes from his original design, a black and brown top hat resting on top of his massive afro, bandage wrapped hands, glasses from original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Street Artist

Having been born and raised on the streets, Fusion II has taken to tagging buildings and trees with spray paint and adopted a sarcastic and flippant demeanor to go along with that. Fusion II was eventually nicknamed “Rainbow Rapids” by her neighborhood, for both her colorful and radiant artwork and the rapid speeds that she completes said artwork in. Myth and Fusion II have quite the beef going on, which is understandable, given their talents and backgrounds. Fusion II had bad experiences with cops and thus tries to steer far away from Myth at all costs, and Myth is intent on reforming Fusion II, no matter what it takes. Just how long could this cat-and-mouse game go, and who will come out on top.  

Outfit: A grey hoodie splattered with different colors, black gloves, a black facemask so she doesn‘t inhale the paint fumes, a black belt with spray cans, black tights with a rainbow gradient stripe on each end, white sneakers. 

Just Anon, Ultimate Intellectual Prodigy

Having been born with high learning capabilities and a massive IQ for his age, Janon wounded up acing aptitude test after aptitude test. Unfortunately, Janon’s natural intellect made him see no point in putting actual effort into anything because he knows that he would just ace it anyways, and as such, he is very lazy and apathetic to just about everything and everyone. Janon and Myth have a mutual dislike of each other. Janon hates Myth for her goody two-shoes, stick-in-the-mud personality and Myth hates Janon for his freeloading and vulgar attitude. Similar to Fusion II, Myth is desperate to reform Janon and spark that flame of interest inside his icy-cold heart.

Outfit: Basically what he wears underneath his original outfit.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Chess Player

Having garnered infamy for her eccentric fashion sense and loud and dramatic personality, Sparkle, or as she calls herself, “SPARKLE, THE SPECTACULAR STRATEGIST!” fancies herself as a regal army leader and the chess pieces as her loyal soldiers, even in the middle of tournaments. Despite that, Sparkle remains an intelligent and analytical prodigy, managing to dominate tournament after tournament with her strategic expertise. Myth may be confused by Sparkle’s flair for the dramatics, but she can’t help but appreciate Sparkle’s intelligence and strategic mindset. 

Outfit: A black and white knight costume with a checker-board patterned cape and a prop sword, her hair in a side plait, glasses from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Scout, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Security Guard

When Myth heard that the founder of the first non-binary scout troop and a masterful security guard would be attending the Kibo-Con with her, she was ready for morally upright individuals, much like herself. What she wasn’t expected were evil twins that dispense only the pinnacle of cursed thoughts. Despite this, according to testimony by others, they are more morally upright then their cursed drivel would suggest, so Myth can’t hate them. Wet Sock may or may not have growing feelings for the adorable police officer, but they know that Myth is a cop and wouldn’t have time for romance. 

Egg’s Outfit: A tan scout outfit with a green sash filled to the brim with merit badges, glasses from original design.

Wet Sock’s Outfit: Black T-shirt, black headphones, black jeans, black loafers, dark sunglasses.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Private Investigator

With a calm and pensive attitude, Curious is the prodigal scion of a family of influential detectives. Even at the age of 12, Curious has wowed their clients day after day with their deductive skills and ability to bring the true culprit to justice. Because Curious’s parents and Myth’s father sometimes collaborate together as business partners, Myth actually knows Curious and they regularly work on criminal cases together. Myth and Curious both get along very well for their similar talents and justice seeking personalities, despite the age gap between the two.

Outfit: Their original outfit, but with the addition of a dark brown trench coat and lighter brown gloves.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Grave Digger

Because Nerd has to dig holes for the graves as precisely as possible, as well as having to look at dead bodies all the time, Nerd is cynical, high-strung and prone to exploding at unwitting individuals. Ever since Myth established dominance at the Kibo-Con, Nerd fell head-over-heels with this diminutive, yet dominant, police officer. But unfortunately, Myth is too put off by Nerd’s vulgar nature and short temper and too overworked to pursue a relationship with him. 

Outfit: His original outfit, except with brown gloves and boots, as well as a black tie with a skull design.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Tutor

Despite Eldritch‘s skittishness, Eldritch is really good at both leading a group and assisting others in their schoolwork. Eldritch originally started tutoring as a way to secure a scholarship to a prestigious university. While Myth likes Eldritch‘s mental fortitude, his social and psychical fortitude definitely needs work in Myth’s book. Myth regularly gives Eldritch confidence lessons that she learned in her police academy, in order to help Eldritch become more assertive and more trusting of others.

Outfit: A patchy brown jacket, a black turtleneck, blue jeans, black loafers, longer hair in a ponytail, fake glasses to look smarter.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Ghost Hunter

As the producer and star of the show “NRG Code”, Dream’s charisma, childlike energy and parkour stunts are more remembered by her fans than her actual incompetence at her job. Despite not finding a single ghost in her entire TV career, Dream is determined to find one at all costs. While Myth thinks that ghosts are just a bunch of supernatural bullhooey, Dream’s energy and hyperactivity are almost impossible to ignore. Dream actually took Myth along with her on a couple of ghost-hunts, so Myth can “arrest the criminal-ghosts”.

Outfit: A black puffy vest with a scary design on the back over an oversized purple sweater with black stripes on the sleeves, dark blue jeans shorts, knee-high black socks, white and red tennis shoes. Has a ghost vacuum strapped to her back.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Competitive Eater

After trouncing many foes in multiple eating competitions, as well as breaking the world record for most mini-blueberry pancakes eaten in under a minute, Iris has also garnered fame for her mukbang channel “The Human Black Hole”. Even though Iris is adorable, Myth can’t help but feel concerned for Iris‘s health, considering how much Iris can eat in one sitting. Iris, being a massive fan of true crime, loves following around Myth and Curious and accompanying them in investigations. Although both Myth and Curious are wondering, where do the calories even go?

Outfit: A blue and yellow letterman’s jacket over a black shirt, glasses from original design, red bandana around her neck, gold medals from her eating competitions, light blue jean shorts, knee-high black socks, white sneakers, a blue baseball cap with a star on it, hair worn in two low buns.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Freelance Artist

Known under the internet pseudonym of “ultravioletprose”, Purple is renowned on the internet for her elaborate and complex digital art of whatever the commissioner wants her to draw. Unfortunately, although Purple is as cordial and polite in real life as she is on the internet, she is also avoidant of others unless a screen is separating them. Myth isn‘t much of an arts and crafts person, but even she can tell that Purple’s digital art are purely and simply masterpieces. 

Outfit: A black hoodie hood-up with purple stripes on the sleeves, a black skirt, black and purple striped stockings and black Mary Janes.

This series will be focused on this headstrong cop as she tries her best to interact with others, while reforming a couple of misunderstood delinquents at the same time. 

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APPEARANCE

As usual, Myth still has her glasses and undyed hair. Myth‘s brown hair goes down to her shoulders and curl up at the ends. She also has two star hairclips parting some of her bangs apart. On her head, concealing an ahoge, is a black and pink police cap. Myth wears the black uniform of her police academy, with a pink polo shirt underneath and white gloves. Around her neck is a grey whistle that she got from Wyre before being sent off to the police academy. Clipped to her belt is a black gun in a brown holster and grey metal handcuffs. 

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PERSONALITY

In contrast to the laidback and flirty attitude of Romantic!Myth, PoliceOfficer!Myth is headstrong, hardworking, and has no time for romance to interfere with her fight for justice. PoliceOfficer!Myth is outspoken, determined, and definitely no pushover. PoliceOfficer!Myth uses her position as a police officer in order to protect the civilians of her hometown. But also she found herself working with children and juveniles, acting as a counselor and redirecting them towards the path of morality, which is why PoliceOfficer!Myth is so intent on reforming StreetArtist!FusionII and ChildProdigy!Janon. PoliceOfficer!Myth gets along the most with people of similar professions, such as PrivateInvestigator!Curious. 

——————————————————- What do you think of PoliceOfficer!Myth? I’d love to hear everyone’s opinions on this AU!

-Fusion Anon

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Interesting! My grandpa used to be a police officer, I think

[ruminantminds]

me, my dream, my desire, how it's killing me, like i laugh at it.

SIOBHAN BLAKE ( SHE / THEY ) is a NON-BINARY FORTY * year old TOWN MAYOR who has been living in Moorbrooke for THEIR ENTIRE LIFE. Right now, they are currently residing in ELMSETT GREEN. It has been said that they look suspiciously like ROSAMUND PIKE and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose VOILA by BARBARA PRAVI.

                 * they were originally forty-one on the app but after working out the birth chart i have decided their forty-first birthday is the fourth of june ! just in case you want to plan birthday things for her <3

mun introduction ;

hi everyone ! i’m shannon, i’m a non-binary autistic lesbian, i’m twenty-one && i never fucking learned how to sleep ! 

BASICS —

NAME: siobhan adrienne louisa blake.

AGE: forty.

GENDER: non-binary.

BIRTH DATE: fourth of june, nineteen-eighty.

BIRTH PLACE: moorbrooke, maine, usa.

SEXUALITY: lesbian.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to alante patterson.

ZODIAC: gemini sun, aquarius moon, libra rising.

MBTI: enfp-a.

ENNEAGRAM: four, with a three wing.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: hufflepuff. 

THEME SONG: voila by barbara pravi.

FAVOURITE SONG: no plan by hozier.

OCCUPATION: mayor of moorbrooke ( 2020 - present. )

PAST CAREERS: english teacher at moorbrooke high school ( 2004 - 2020. )

EDUCATION: bachelor’s degree in literature at yale university, the only period of time they’ve spent not living in moorbrooke. 

DREAM JOB: senator for maine.

PARENTS: ciara & severin blake ( deceased. )

SIBLINGS: none.

SPOUSE: alante patterson ( m. 2015 ; together since )

PETS: two cats, vita && virginia.

PREDOMINANT TRAITS: wholesome, compassionate, ambitious, unconventional, humanitarian, self-critical, discerning, sociable, curious.

BACKSTORY —

apart from a few years at yale, siobhan has never lived away from moorbrooke. it’s where she was born, it’s where they were raised, it’s the place where she feels most at home. it’s filled with the people who watched them evolve into the who they now confidently are. but growing up with parents with massive expectations was never easy. 

because while they moved from new york, severin blake’s old money attitude never left him behind. 

( tw: fertility struggles ) and with old money, conservativism often follows. this is no exception. siobhan spent most of their childhood trying to be the golden child their parents wanted, even when it felt wrong. hopeful that some other sibling would come to take some of the weight off their shoulders, it never came to fruition, and she was their only child. severin blake — french-american businessman’s — only legacy.

siobhan was always more compassionate than their parents. when new people came to the town, she would always try to offer them a leg-up, no matter who they were, why they had come, or how long they were planning to stay. they had no issue playing chameleon to make others comfortable: wasn’t that what she’d always done, regardless? 

this rang true when alante patterson came to town. a few years younger than her, split from her siblings in the foster system, it just made sense for siobhan to try to be the other girl’s constant. the beginning of a close relationship that still runs stronger than ever, thirty years later. 

alante was always refreshingly honest, and always made siobhan feel safe to be . . . themselves, even if they were pretending to everyone else.

siobhan’s chameleonic tendencies made them highly popular as a teenager, her parents’ pride and joy, but the latter half began to fail when siobhan began to understand — began being operative, as it was a process that took them many years — their curiosity about their sexuality and gender. this relationship, and her parents’ desire for them to hide this evolving part of themselves, was a behind-closed-doors battle which led to anxiety & depression. 

a vicious cycle, because the attitude to mental health on severin’s part was also quite . . . medieval, and ciara certainly never intervened to stop him. 

( the blakes had always been protestant, though siobhan was reluctant to take part in any acknowledgement of such. siobhan has considered themselves agnostic since the age of thirteen, though she supports her wife in her faith as much as she can. )

siobhan came out when she went to yale at the age of eighteen, and her experience had been mixed. college took her away from her friends, estranging them from their high school friends and temporarily moving away from alante. when they returned from college studies and took up a job as an english teacher at the local highschool, her best friend was . . . married. 

which made feelings that began to blossom particularly problematic. especially when over the years that followed, no matter how hard they tried to let it go, those feelings persisted. and — eventually — became an affair so passionate that alante left her husband for siobhan some thirteen years ago. 

their relationship with alante is what made them truly decide to — and make them able to — exist fully as themselves. who they wanted to be. so now, they’re not quite as chameleonic, but she’s endearing to the people who are truly interested in her and that’s all that matters, isn’t it? ( isn’t it? they’re still learning, though they pretend the self-doubt is entirely gone. )

this part of their town-iconic relationship is not public knowledge, and thankfully never came to siobhan’s parents’ knowledge before their deaths five and seven years ago.

siobhan and alante married as soon as possible in 2015, but siobhan always had a dream of washington politics, buried for many years because the political climate of their youth would never take them. now... it’s possible, but alante likes this life, this town, their two cats, and wants to have children. 

as a compromise, siobhan ran for mayor of moorbrooke this recent cycle, and won. but here’s the kicker: will it be enough for them?

CONNECTIONS —

family: while she has no siblings, she does have cousins on ciara’s side, so if you’re interested in that then feel free to let me know & we’ll explore it! i love a good family tree, especially in town rps where i imagine it a bit more interconnected like broadchurch !

family-esque: if your muse has been living in moorbrooke a while, it’s likely siobhan knows them quite or very well. you know those people you call your aunt/uncle out of respect because they’ve been friends with your family as long as you can remember? a bit like that! it’s also a habit because siobhan has been . . . distant from her own family since she was a teenager. they never outright disowned them for what they were calling their ‘ ideas ’ — i.e. being non-gender conforming & lesbian — but their disapproval was... clear enough. she doesn’t want anyone else to feel like they’re without support. 

therapist friend: the thing about siobhan is that they are the ceo of telling other people to look after their mental health while letting their own degrade. ( see: she can’t help taking on other people’s problems & wanting to solve them. )

high school it squad: yes, this is my not-so-subtle way of pleading for more older muses here. these people were siobhan’s friends when they were trying to be who everyone wanted them to be, not who she herself wanted to be ; they were the popular clique, and she adjusted herself as necessary to ‘ ringlead ’ them. i’m thinking they split up when they all went to college, and the rest of them have only just come back to town. the siobhan blake they’re going to meet is . . . very different than the one they once knew. someone who is now comfortable ( at last ) unapologetically in their own skin.

ex-student: if your muse was in high school in moorbrooke anywhere during their tenure it’s likely that siobhan could have taught them! she was the emotional support english teacher. sapphics, you know what i am talking about. 

ingenue: someone interested in politics who siobhan is sharing their passion with !

neighbours: anyone who lives in elmsett court, who wants to live next to moorbrooke’s favourite sapphic it couple? it comes with invitations to dinner and two adventuring cats called vita & virginia that they might have to retrieve from your house.

TAKEN CONNECTIONS

confidante: the only person, aside from alante, who knows the truth. that siobhan and alante’s relationship first ignited in a blazing, letter-ridden extramarital affair, eventually resulting in alante leaving her husband all those years ago. the person siobhan confides her worries in, sometimes. [ alec barlowe. ] 

OTHER TRIVIA

owns a motorbike.

they can still write in anne lister code from letters to alante.

of course, she is a democrat. we do not fuck with republicans here.

watches vita and virginia three times in your average week.

has an eclectic music taste, but frequents the record store because there’s nothing like vinyl. 

( yes, they have hozier on vinyl. )

will only drink white wine. don’t ask them why. they don’t know. 

would have zero wardrobe sense if it wasn’t for alante. money just doesn’t equal style.

the only social network she knows how to use is twitter. please, someone, teach them how to use instagram. bestie needs a social media guru because the people who run the rest of her platforms don’t get it, either.

allergic to banana. but eats it anyway for the mouth tingles.

has kept a diary religiously since the age of twelve.

[punkscowardschampions]

Edie & Liam

aleeunayzhun: anyone else think the ‘monster’ addition was totally unnecessary and has taken away from what was a mildly intriguing ARG concept beforehand?

aleeunayzhun: 🙄 back on the trail for a new rabbithole to fall down

level26: Yeah, axed it for me

aleeunayzhun: the paranormal route can be alright if it’s done right but usually it ain’t and then it’s a cop-out, PM definitely didn’t think where they were going with this

aleeunayzhun: the ones that rely on the real world but twist it are always scarier to me, no one ever has the balls to stick with it, to not throw in some bullshit ghost jumpscares to get the idiots with

level26: creepypasta is where it ends up with barely no exceptions

aleeunayzhun: mhmm

aleeunayzhun: and no one has shanked their mate over anything on there in time

level26: got a few I’ll volunteer if the next 🐇 is more of this or promo again

aleeunayzhun: If one more shitty band thinks throwing out some binary or morse code makes them any less shit, I’ll join you

level26: dednah tfel neve t'nia ylbaborp yeht

aleeunayzhun: imij erew yeht hsiw yeht

level26: 👅💔🍆💔🎸💔

aleeunayzhun: 💔 they reckon hot groupies hang about on reddit

level26: trolls are their groupies, they can only be fuelled by edgy r/hate 🤘

aleeunayzhun: awh, r/hate is only a degree away from r/love after-all

level26: just like that, a plotline that’d be less crap than [whatever this ARG we’re slagging off is called]

aleeunayzhun: not gonna start my annoying beg promo in here quite yet but how hard was that, really

level26: us both being spam bots is still a better twist than the monster did it

aleeunayzhun: Привет, дорогая, хочешь увидеть мои сексуальные фотки? Hажмите ссылку СЕЙЧАС! [‘Hello dear, do you want to see my sexy pictures? Click the link NOW!’ And a link to god knows what lmao]

level26: NO soundcloud rapper link?! 💀 what an r/cockblock

aleeunayzhun: how’d you guess 😏

level26: my paranormal powers kicked in, clicking that link must’ve leveled me up

aleeunayzhun: advert for communism? 🤔🤫

level26: find me and my sick beats on r/motherrussia

aleeunayzhun: MK Ultra is definitely taken by about 1000 other shit DJs

aleeunayzhun: and is the poorly executed plot of several other ARGs I’ve also given up on

level26: KM Extra is my personal fave shit DJ, really doing something

aleeunayzhun: the fact I genuinely know who that is 😷😷

level26: I noclipped into his set at [somewhere she would have heard of even if she’s not been] talk about an eldritch location

aleeunayzhun: you must’ve felt like the only player in a crowd of NPCs 🧟‍♀️🧠💀🧟‍♂

level26: close enough to the review I would’ve left

aleeunayzhun: I’ll leave it

aleeunayzhun: I know the coordinates

level26: I’ll 👀 out for it

level26: you on moscow standard time or one of the other 10?

aleeunayzhun: I’m the Russian spy, I hack you, comrade

level26: ❤️ tôi cũng cam kết với chính nghĩa cộng sản ❤️ [with some link to the Communist Party of Vietnam because we’re saying we’re as committed to communism]

aleeunayzhun: [links to the Communist Party of Ireland to be like obvs we have both worked out we’re actually from here

level26: cracked the code, like, full props to KM Extra

aleeunayzhun: Only in Dubo would that shit fly

level26: they’d eat his head off outside the pale, yeah, galway’d be having none of it

aleeunayzhun: what they got but a bunch of rocks though

level26: easy pick for the murder weapon

aleeunayzhun: you’d never get far enough in the guinness factory to drown someone in a vat 💔

level26: could do if you got a job as manager and closed for essential maintenance

aleeunayzhun: 💡

aleeunayzhun: won’t do no harm to the taste

level26: iron boost if he’s bleeding heavily when he goes in

aleeunayzhun: delicious and nutritious

level26: ARG coming soon from guinness

aleeunayzhun: bastards better give credit

level26: they can have it, we’re not short of ideas

aleeunayzhun: and you ain’t heard nothing yet

aleeunayzhun: not making it that easy for the wannabe PMs with none of their own

aleeunayzhun: 🔐the real ones

level26: fair play, given enough freebies out in this thread

aleeunayzhun: 🤐

aleeunayzhun: [later on though definitely some way to contact her privately but in a way that you’ve got to work it out of course]

level26: [at least then we can switch to y’all’s names ‘cause I can’t think of a username for the life of me lol]

Edie: [You can add it later and change it, it’s fine lol]

Liam: 🔓

Edie: 1 🔑 for 1 💎

Edie: Suitably impressed

Liam: if I knew anywhere that loaded a 💎 into the gun I’d be off but what’s impressive about a swollen and green ear

Edie: Impressive, no; but good footage for the game? Absolutely

Liam: I’d do it here to have time to mess about with all the lighting and angles

Edie: you’re 🎥

Edie: not enough have actual artistic merit so fair play

Liam: but thinking about it, recording the conveyor belt of a trainee stabbing holes in screaming babies ears all day could have some merit to it, maybe I should get myself up

Edie: you can buy anything and everything from bezos

Edie: live your dreams

Liam: putting my dreams on tape would be worse than the monster reveal

Liam: cheapest jumpscares and effects

Edie: not to mention outing yourself to the whole thread, not just me

Liam: how many teachers would crawl out the woodwork if there was a mass reveal

Edie: to offer you the school’s stellar mental health services

Edie: the one nurse phoning it in

Liam: find my dad lurking on the thread too, that’d be a trip

Edie: unexpectedly wholesome

Edie: I’ll start hiding caches where my dad hides his stashes

Edie: unintentional rhyme

Liam: bars 🎼

Edie: @ KM Extra

Liam: Fachtna to his ma who thinks he’s a saint

Edie: Oof

Edie: ARG concept no. ? the horror of the Irish language

Liam: my ma would be 😱 if I went and hugged her for not doing me that wrong

Edie: not the audience we aim to 😱 really

Liam: too easy

Edie: almost as easy as your name to spell and say

Edie: you even from here 👽

Liam: wouldn’t take enough working out to set you as a test, records are basically lying about

Edie: nothing relating to school is a challenge

Liam: just getting that nurse to give a shit

Edie: if she reckons she’s 👀 it all…

Liam: front row of our intended audience

Edie: splash zone

Liam: she’s never off her phone, spy like you won’t have no problem hacking it

Edie: her nudes = actual monstrosity

Liam: dunno what Mr Doyle sees in her

Edie: yeah, he’s such a looker himself, like

Liam: his wife used to be pretty fit

Edie: don’t matter when she explains how and why people cheat

Edie: psychobabble gets ‘em off every time

Liam: if they taught psychology nobody’d be off each other or learning anything then

Edie: sounds like any other standard schoolday

Liam: that's what they’re getting up to in your class, is it

Edie: as cliche as the monster, yeah

Liam: 🔥🏫

Edie: hear hear

Edie: got to make the endless fire drills worth it one day

Liam: can’t miss me standing in line or not

Edie: then I won’t

Liam: next false alarm I pull

Edie: + 💎

Liam: + 👀

Liam: dont have to hate every cliche

Edie: not the good ones

Edie: all about how you use or misuse them

Liam: can you overuse eye contact

Edie: I can

Liam: I can make a kubrick stare work however many takes you wanna do

Edie: you don’t think I’m a one-take 🌟

Liam: I’ve not shot you

Edie: 🤯🔫

Liam: I’m not a one-take 📷📹

Edie: is that a brag for not suffering from premature ejaculation?

Liam: do you need that reassurance

Edie: I don’t know

Liam: I’ll think about other unsexy shit if your eyes start getting to me too much

Edie: Ha, yeah right

Edie: just don’t think about the 🔥

Liam: 🚒 buzzkill

Edie: 🚓 cockblock

Liam: 🚑 scene stealers

Edie: 🛸 out of here

Liam: before you can get stuck there as a 👻

Edie: Purgatory is preferable to that place forever

Liam: stay alive and it’s simple to get out of 🏫

Edie: I’ll leave my bag behind

Edie: 1st rule and only, really

Liam: don’t really need a pile of textbooks

Edie: I doubt that’s what you carry

Edie: I know I don’t

Liam: I can get more of what I do and I bet you could too

Edie: Bars

Liam: 😏

Edie: You’ve promo’d him a lot if you ain’t him

Edie: KM, like

Edie: bit sus

Liam: you said you know who he is, you know I ain’t

Liam: maybe I love him or some gay shit

Edie: none of his tracks sound like love songs

Liam: guess he don’t love me back

Edie: Oh honey

Edie: lock him in when you set the fire

Liam: he can keep spitting out those fuck yous til the end

Edie: dedication ✊

Liam: and +++ for morale

Edie: what a lad

Liam: love triangle is a cliche too far, take a deep breath or something

Edie: bit possessive

Liam: directors are dicks

Edie: and the heartbroken

Liam: yeah, couldn’t be kind to you if I wanted

Edie: I’ll survive

Edie: you’ve given me the heads up, I’ll give you the 👀

Liam: respect killing me with your 👀 and taking him for yourself

Edie: who could blame me

Liam: my ma as I’m dead, like

Edie: true

Edie: i’ll avoid her at the tescos

Liam: 🛒 dash

Edie: got a selection of my own

Edie: [picture because the random crap you would have in the barns lmao]

Liam: [a picture of one he stole at some point that’s on fire or been blown up or whatever]

Edie: 👏

Edie: what else can we 💥

Liam: got any barns you don’t use

Liam: or 🚜 stuff

Edie: loads

Edie: if you’re lucky, I’ll leave another 🔑

Liam: got another ear to put a 💎 in, luck’s gonna run out beyond it

Edie: sounds like some gay shit, you should

Liam: 👌

Liam: [pics when we’ve done this because of course we have, casually raiding either your mother or sister’s jewellery stashes here like]

Edie: Oh

Edie: actually looks kinda sick

Edie: you’re welcome then

Liam: I’ll send the footage when I’ve edited it

Edie: I look forward to it

Edie: I can’t give you any clues

Liam: what makes you think I need em

Edie: [idk how to differentiate but clearly the clue to where you live needs to be much harder to find and then decode lmao]

Liam: [awkward when he blatantly already knows where you live]

Edie: [do not even need to do the work, whoops]

Liam: [convincingly pretend you are though please]

Edie: [thank god he’s not a murderer even if he is a stalker, just giving out this info willynilly]

Liam: [not your stalker, it’s FINE]

Edie: [oh dear oh dear]

Edie: I’ll know when you work it out

Liam: yeah, I’ll show up 📷📹🌾

Liam: or send a 📦💣 if you wanna take things slow

Edie: you decide

Edie: I’ll shake all the packages extra hard

Liam: cancel the real 🐇 I thought about

Edie: animal cruelty is lamer than bed wetting

Liam: never even tipped a 🐄

Edie: they’ll appreciate it

Edie: anyway, if you did, punishment is letting them kick you in the face so you lose in the end

Liam: head injury’s a win if I get caught for the 🔥🏫 or being seen staring in your window

Edie: 😍🤤 just serial killer things

Liam: pretend I didn’t say KM’s gonna be my 1st victim

Edie: I’ll never feel special otherwise

Liam: you don’t feel special knowing I cracked your code

Edie: if anything, it makes you look smart and me not smart enough

Liam: you’re smart enough that I wanted to

Edie: I’m not going to ruin it with a cliche jumpscare now

Liam: me either, you’re smart enough too to see me coming

Edie: and you’re tall, so I hear

Liam: dunno where from, my dad’s not

Edie: he’s definitely your dad?

Edie: I may as well accuse your ma because I’m already avoiding her for the whole killing you thing

Liam: don't act like it which probably means he is

Edie: ha, real talk

Edie: I think you might be taller than mine

Edie: he’s 6’2

Liam: ha, I am

Edie: you’re the tallest person in school, possibly town

Edie: definite 👽

Liam: taking their time parking the ufo and picking me up, typical dad

Edie: did they forget ET or leave him here on purpose

Edie: he was fucking annoying

Liam: if I looked that much like a ballsack I’d understand

Edie: 😂

Edie: least you’d get to get fucked up with baby Drew Barrymore

Liam: baileys on cereal does taste sick, always down for that

Edie: yum

Edie: what do your fingers look like

Liam: [a video of his hands from lots of angles like hello]

Edie: hot

Edie: you can call me Elliot

Liam: or just call you instead of home

Edie: 😎 so smooth

Liam: what’s my ma gonna say, get back, talking to you is smarter

Edie: I’ve got time to set up the voice distorter so you’re not disappointed by the lack of crEEEEeeeEPpPPpyyyyYy vibes

Liam: and I’ll have loads of time to hear how you sound without it when I stake your house out

Edie: I’ll be sure to be loud

Edie: and not chat total inane shit with my family

Liam: you got your own room

Edie: technically not

Edie: but there are other rooms and places to crash in, when I wanna be alone

Liam: there’s my excuse to zoom in creeEEPpILY close 👀 when you’re not

Edie: very awkward and even ruder if you confused me for my sister

Edie: no one’s done that for ages

Liam: how were they ever doing it

Edie: we’re both the white ones, they just didn’t know which was which

Liam: can’t be a hard code to crack, not gonna be confusing you for anyone

Edie: good

Edie: it was pretty annoying

Edie: and I’m already your second victim as it is

Liam: partner in crime, or groupie to mine if you’re not getting actively involved, but still standing at the end

Edie: hope you’re writing some of these down

Edie: ‘cos I’m not gonna be your groupie

Edie: got my own scores to settle, own havoc to wreak

Liam: don’t need to write down I don’t want you to die, I’ll remember

Edie: it rhymed though

Edie: I’ll steal your lines then

Liam: write as many songs about me as you want, be your groupie til I get 🛸✌️

Edie: [send your music links because you ain’t]

Edie: give me a sec to do yours but pretend any of these are about you

Liam: this is you

Liam: serious

Edie: yeah

Edie: if I was gonna lie I’d have done that a few steps ago

Liam: I’m gonna lie they’re all about me

Edie: that’s what serious meant

Liam: it meant I’m impressed and you’re downplaying how smart you are

Edie: you can be my hypeman and overplay it

Liam: [does by uploading this edited ear piercing escapade with whatever song of hers we like and fits the vibe playing in it, giving her credit because we’re not a heathen and also putting on his stories that he’s listening to these tracks and hyping them how you can]

Edie: [so 😍 over this but trying to be chill somehow and somewhat even though we’re extra af anyway]

Edie: maybe I do wanna be your groupie

Edie: what do you want from me

Edie: like, I owe you and I want to give you something too, ‘cos

Edie: talking to you IS interesting

Edie: and not just because I could be talking to my ma or someone else really boring instead just ‘cos you are

Liam: [for real though her views would definitely go up cos the vibe is he knows loads of people through his sister but also through his weird vids and the raves and stuff he goes to now too so]

Liam: all I want’s to keep talking to you, for as long as you’re into it

Liam: people don’t unless we’re off our faces, like

Edie: my notifications are popping off rn

Edie: I know what you mean though, everyone’s too scared to say or do anything when they don’t have something to blame it on, like being stupid or weird or whatever the fuck actually matters

Edie: more than being bored and alone

Liam: dunno what they’re more scared of, what they wanna ask or how I’m gonna answer, least I know what the topic’ll be

Liam: every convo I have is a loop

Edie: all anyone ever cares about and knows is the headlines

Edie: as if there aren’t countless hours minutes seconds before and after the big events they all 👀 and 👂

Liam: work out sweet for you as a headliner

Edie: Getting them to talk about what I’m doing instead of whatever my parents and the rest of the fucking fam did or do is the goal

Liam: with me hyping you up, no bother, keep knocking out hits and I’ll promo em with no trace of binary or morse code

Edie: and you make films

Edie: I wasn’t sure if you were pissing about at first

Edie: every other person in that thread is an aspiring filmmaker so

Liam: did put me off for a while

Edie: Yours aren’t going to be bad Blair Witch ripoffs though

Edie: I can say that much without seeing

Edie: even the stuff you’ve sent today is dope

Liam: do you wanna see

Edie: yes

Liam: [link her cos I doubt all the weird shit is just there chilling on your insta or whatever]

Edie: [just casually watching all of this nbd]

Liam: siht ekil kool annog weiver ruoy

Liam: или, может быть, это

Edie: hoặc tôi có thể làm như thế này [‘or I could do it like this’]

Edie: si ffuts ruoy kniht i looc woh edih annaw tnod i tub

Liam: ba mhó an spraoi é a cheilt agus a lorg go pearsanta [hide and seek would be more fun in person]

Edie: If you’ve worked out where I live like you say

Edie: be fair and count to 100

Liam: you reckon you made it that easy do you

Liam: be cool if you added some 00s to that and gave me a fair chance

Edie: no, you could still be anyone

Liam: someone to be scared of, yeah I probably am

Edie: Do you want me to be scared of you

Liam: nah

Edie: Good because I’m not and I never promised I was a 🌟 so

Liam: 🤩 with or without promises

Edie: How have I never spoke to you before

Edie: so weird

Liam: I wouldn’t have known what to say to a girl like you

Edie: You seem like you’re coping fine to me

Liam: from behind a keyboard I can cope with anything

Edie: You’re not afraid of me either

Liam: not yet

Edie: What do you think I’m like?

Liam: smart, creative, nice to talk to and look at

Edie: then you’ve got nothing to be afraid of

Liam: I’ve got nothing, that’s bang on

Edie: I’m not trying to take anything from you

Edie: but I could throw those compliments back to you x 10000

Liam: you don’t like possessive, I ain’t gonna tell you what to do

Edie: I didn’t say that

Edie: you could claim better than a soundcloud DJ though

Liam: been waiting to hear that compliment specifically

Edie: 😏

Edie: You look like you’d be a fuckboy

Edie: that’s what I thought

Edie: you’re that good-looking

Liam: if I was the game’d be making you think I wasn’t, which is kinda where we are

Edie: True

Edie: so I’m that dumb or you’re that good, what are we going for?

Liam: you’re smart enough to play dumb, I don’t think I can aim for god tier puppet mastery of anyone’s emotions

Edie: I can see the appeal of that

Edie: closing you eyes to thing you don’t wanna see, to see the things you do

Edie: but mine are wide open

Liam: I ain’t mad, there’d be no appeal to yours being closed, unless you drop bars in your sleep too

Edie: you’re gonna find which window is mine and find out, yeah

Liam: wake you up before you name drop KM as it’s MY thing

Edie: that’s your man, I can respect it

Liam: exclusivity is a + for you then, I’m taking notes

Edie: I don’t really know

Edie: everyone’s lame

Liam: I’ve been there, yeah

Edie: I can’t fake enthusiasm for the sake of it

Liam: it’s a shite idea, doable or not

Edie: I don’t intend to

Edie: 🤞

Liam: can’t think why you’d have to

Edie: I won’t make you promise

Liam: what’ll you make me do

Edie: I want you to show

Edie: and be real and not just go ghost after this

Edie: but I don’t know if you will and I know you might

Liam: be a short afterlife, we don’t get american summers

Edie: we both got the capabilities, but I can promise not to stalk you if you like

Edie: if you want to stick to usernames and anonymity

Liam: not working out where you are to prove I can and a face in the window haunting wouldn’t even impress any dads lurking on the thread

Edie: Alright but I’d be more inclined to keep a secret if you asked opposed to all the dads

Liam: I wouldn’t wanna keep anything we do secret

Edie: Yeah?

Liam: if this is a scam I’m falling for everyone’ll see why and if it’s not I’m gonna document everything

Edie: I won’t ask for your credit card details even once

Edie: This is… different

Edie: isn’t it

Liam: you can have my ma’s, you’re avoiding her and the big tescos

Liam: I don’t know what this is, I wasn’t expecting you at the end of any of those links

Edie: It IS the least she could do

Edie: If I had a guess, you weren’t it

Edie: Even though you mentioned Dubo, it isn’t that small of a town

Liam: ha, how livid you’d be if I was another american coming here for the culture

Edie: not close enough to st patrick’s that I was worried

Liam: how did you feel

Edie: I thought no way it was you at first

Edie: and then I couldn’t believe it was you

Edie: and then that I should’ve known you sooner

Edie: what about you?

Liam: I still can’t believe it’s you, I would’ve tried to chat to you sooner if I knew this is how it’d go

Edie: I’m glad we are now

Edie: and I’ve not fucked it up

Liam: if the small world’s not fucked it up, you won’t

Edie: like you said, be shit if you were in America

Liam: be crap if you were anyone else from school, like you said

Edie: If it was anyone else from school

Edie: this convo would be well over by now

Liam: it’s the longest I’ve had for years

Edie: It’s all so surface level, right

Edie: fuck that

Edie: I wanna know more about you, I don’t care if I shouldn’t just say that

Liam: what do you wanna know

Edie: Hmm

Edie: Do I only get the one question?

Edie: Because I’ll think more carefully if so

Liam: nah, there’s no limit on it

Edie: Cool

Edie: so how was your day, and what were you doing just before you went on the forum?

Liam: [send her a video of some rave or whatever you were at because it’s summer bitches]

Liam: + 3-4 hours sleeping

Edie: Lucky

Edie: where’d you sleep and where’s the weirdest place you’ve got + 3-4 hours sleep before?

Liam: [send her some of the blooper-esque stuff you cut out to make it look more fun than it is, cos we know you’re usually bored]

Liam: home, I can’t 💤 in random xD places but I could call your dad short and maybe have him in a fight

Edie: that’s hot

Edie: he could’ve been there and you coulda tested that theory

Edie: but I wanna be there when you do

Liam: you’d have a shite view from the stage with lights blinding you, can’t let on how talented you are while we’re there

Edie: 😶

Edie: he’s not old so it’s not on a par with animal abuse lameness

Liam: and if I get carried away you can stop me

Edie: can I

Edie: + skill points

Liam: 🎶 works on monsters

Edie: have to find a way to get you home before the 💤 hits

Edie: so cute 🥺

Liam: mine or yours

Edie: 😳

Edie: I’ll protect you while you sleep, see if you can at mine

Liam: I can’t if you’re 👀

Edie: that might be a problem

Liam: how long can you not blink for

Edie: [send a vid of an attempt]

Liam: can I keep this

Edie: ‘course

Edie: use it if you can

Liam: when you write a song about me it’ll need a vid

Edie: I’ve started

Edie: I think by the time you find me, it’ll be done

Liam: people who don’t know you are gonna think I edited your eyes that colour

Edie: hashtag they’re real 😏

Liam: the girl who said she had an operation as a kid’s the real you

Edie: 😂

Edie: they were going rouge and I’ve repressed those memories

Liam: what were you doing before you logged on

Edie: not at a rave, sadly

Edie: I was masterminding a sabotage though, trying to anyway

Liam: don’t leave it there giving me no details

Edie: it isn’t even bad ARG plot worthy

Edie: but my sister has her gross boyfriend over and I need to ruin their fun, obviously, because they are unbearable

Edie: easiest way to do that is make them babysit the twins because there’s nothing fun about 9 year olds

Edie: so I convinced ma to go out on a date, but I still need to get my brother out the way and he’s a massive nerd who never goes anywhere so I’m stumped

Liam: we could have fun with it, gotta be a route to go down that’s not just ripping off the shining again

Liam: a nerd how, he’s on mastermind and his subject is _

Edie: 🪓 is just a prop, honest

Edie: bones, not in a cool way

Edie: History, all that old shit

Liam: [obviously find some kind of obscure af exhibit or book signing or something that he’d potentially be interested in and send her the deets because sleuthing is what you do boy]

Edie: OMG but genuinely

Edie: you are too good at this, I’ll have to keep you around

Liam: stashed with the 🪓

Edie: if you fit

Edie: He’ll actually go to this, for sure

Edie: 🐓🚫

Liam: keep what you figure’s useful and chop off the rest 🧩🧟

Edie: 😋

Edie: what an offer

Edie: and I do need to keep busy so I can’t be asked to step in

Edie: not that I’d say yes

Liam: busy like with a 🧭

Edie: go on

Liam: [god knows what scavenger hunt he’s sending you on gal that he apparently just has ready at the drop of a hat but here we are]

Edie: [live your best nerd lives]

Liam: [really hope these clues aren’t something he was gonna torment your sister with, because no thank you]

Edie: [lmao i hope it wouldn’t translate so easy ‘cos imagine]

Liam: [it definitely wouldn’t but a hardcore blag happening here regardless, I like to think you were actually coming up with this for her while you were pretending to work out her address that you already know]

Edie: [that’s a solid shout ‘cos yeah that is a thing lol]

Edie: [definitely sending you the demo of this song at the end as a prize because we’re beyond 😍 now]

Liam: [likewise even though he’s trying to downplay how 😍 he is to himself rn because it’s so weird that she’s Rio’s sister and that he actually also likes her in her own right so we’re fully !?]

Liam: [nevertheless trying to think of something creepy but cool he could send to her house so she knows he knows where it is and that we think this demo is amazing obviously, maybe it’s lots of other people’s shit musical endeavours like KM that we’ve set on fire and otherwise destroyed in creative ways like you’ve slayed the competition gal since cds and tapes are back baby idk]

Edie: [I wonder if I can find something like that to post hmm to pinterest I go]

Liam: [love the visual of you just sneakily dropping off a massive box of melted plastic without anyone seeing you]

Edie: [you’re clearly good lmao, I was thinking we could do a convo with Billie between this and the next one though]

Liam: [good idea boo, I’m up for that]