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luxxsolaris · 1 year ago

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The issues (and non-issues) of bimbocore

This little discussion is coming off the back of a thought (rant) I shared on another blog a few weeks ago, largely where reinvented bimbo started compared to where it is now and why is everyone blaming Chrissy Chlapecka?

the resurgence of the 'bimbo' aesthetic in the early 2020s embarked as a movement of reclamation, a way to assert that there was actually nothing demeaning about a barbie-esque appearance and to remove the power from stereotypes used against us, essentially centring the Bimbo in a queer, left-wing ideology.

If you were to ask a modern Bimbo why hot pink? Why bedazzled? Why perform this exaggerated caricature of femininity? You might end up in a seemingly unrelated discussion about the modern Western political landscape. Bimbo culture has essentially emerged upon the heels of the controversies surrounding feminine experiences and bodily autonomy across the United States- women feeling that they are being confined to a specific performance of femininity, that the government is regulating their femininity, may tell you that the idea of bimbo culture is a satirical backlash to the ideas of what a modern Western woman should be and what she is expected to be. She is nothing more than a doll to the culture that surrounds her and her response is to take what is expected of her and make it a performance a juxtaposition of what she is expected to be and what she is and make them hate her for the femininity she is presenting. And thats exactly what Lauren Pantin said in her short update newsletter - ' If you’re going to punish me for being a woman anyway, I’m going to be the silliest, brattiest, potty-mouthed no-no of a woman you’ve ever seen. I’ll be the dumbest bitch on earth! Where’s my crown!"

Ask another bimbo and she'll tell you that her bimboism stems from the movement to satirise consumerist culture and misogyny, aiming to remove the stigmas around hyper-femininity. Essentially, allowing women to empower themselves through their femininity (rather than the popular idea of in spite of their femininity cough cough inlog cough) and giving women ownership over their sexuality and their body in ways that actively combat the misogynistic standards held against them- oftentimes gearing it towards queer people. It's a new-wave feminist movement designed to avert the male gaze through women appearing as these caricatures of traditional femininity whilst emphasising their own dominance and independence as support for women's right movements.

So it's a kind of sartorial rebellion against oppressive politics and culture? Well, it was at first. And to many it still is, however, as with all trends rooted in a sartorial culture the meaning tends to get lost in the shares and reposts as it expands across social media. Those who just happen across the culture or see nothing but images of it scattered across the internet arent likely to understand that this aesthetic is also a political performance, it will become a bimbo resurgence!... but not effectively hold the same weight and meaning that the movement was intended to hold.

One way to look at this is the trend of " girl [activity]" . Trends like girl maths, girl dinner, explaining things to the girlies. Now let me get it straight theres nothing wrong in finding a little fun in these trends- girl dinner was cute, as someone who loves cooking I loved seeing what everyone was making for their dinner until it got overrun by the 'I only had iced coffee today' brigade. Sometimes I'll see a girl maths video about how if I pay in cash its basically free since the number on my bank account didn't change and I laugh because thats logic I have applied to purchases before. There's little funny things and behaviours that people will have in common, and they're being labelled as 'girl [blank]' because it is predominantly groups of women discussing them and finding a little fun in it. But again, as trends reach a wider audience their initial intention becomes lost along the way and generalisations start to set in. TV shows and radio hosts have entire segments explaining girl maths, it has become cute and quirky to explain political landscapes in terms of shopping and makeup, and bimbo culture has become less of a satirical performance and instead commonly assumed as a Karen Smith- esque personality reminiscent of the 'dumb blondes' of the early 2000s.

Removing this sartorial protest from its context can be seem as damaging, especially in the way that social media currently presents aesthetics surrounding sexuality to young people. As bimbo culture reaches a wider audience it's likely to fall into the hands of young people who are, let's face it, not going to care about the deeper meaning. Young people are likely to see celebrities, tiktok personalities, attractive people in general donning their hot pink promiscuous outfits and feel inclined to join in on what is presented to them as nothing more than the newest fashion trend.

One of the key movements of bimboisim is to embrace feminine sexuality and overcome the stigmas about women expressing their sex and sexuality and sartorially this is represented by the micro mini skirt and the skimpy shirt. Society has had no difficulty pushing teenage girls to grow up rather quickly by presenting them with teen magazines in the y2k era talking about how to get a bigger bust or butt, social media promoting the attractive body type the attractive face the attractive makeup the attractive style of clothing that will settle their pubescent insecurities and validate them in the eyes of a society run by men. Young women are ridiculed for their bodies not being developed enough at 15, for not being sexually active at 16, must have lived the life experiences of drugs and alcohol and sex and heartbreak at 17 and are then turned into high school girl fucks random guy porn at 18. Removed-bimboism has become part of the problem in which young girls not only feel the need to dress promiscuously and express a sexuality that they still haven't fully explored in order to feel validated as an active part of society but also have to present themselves as stupid in order to seem funny cute and quirky. The idea that women are only able to understand complex theories if they are presented in terms of fashion and shopping and makeup is a stereotype enforced by tv and movie comedy that women have worked endlessly to overcome, and the reclamation of bimbo culture should not actively counteract the progress of feminist activity. You don't have to be smart to be a modern bimbo by any means, in terms of intelligence the movement is centred around a more relaxed approach to success that counters the ideology of the girl boss movement- you don't HAVE to be a huge success or overwork yourself to hell and back to validate who you are as a woman.

Modern bimboism set out with the comfort of knowing there is no pressure to understand everything, you might need something explained in your own terms, you might just be a little fucking stupid sometimes but there is no active harm in not always understanding. That, however, has been twisted through these trends discussed prior to make it seem like all bimbos (and by misogynistic extension, all women) are just not as smart as men. Which, as we know, is likely to be emulated by young people as it reaches a wider audience.

So it's understandable why there is concern over bimboism. But at what point does critique of bimboism begin to drift into the right wing? Blaming women who dress provocatively simply for being women who dress provocatively is not the answer, in my opinion, to the issues with the bimbo culture. There is (to the chagrin of many) nothing wrong with an adult women expressing the ownership of the sexuality that she was granted the right to express through the liberation of women, sex and queerness.

Tensions have been rising within more radical groups, or groups who are of the tendency to reject feminine presentation in regard to what they perceive as an active threat to the reputation of women. There has been a desire expressed across social media sites by these women that 'all women' should refrain from direct expressions of femininity and reject all social norms expected of women under the assertion that it 'makes us all look bad'. There is a lot to be said about the ways in which misogyny utilises stereotypes and generalisations of what is considered 'feminine behaviour' to degrade women, however, it is highly pretentious and internally misogynistic a notion that the very idea of feminine expression is to be at fault. The ideology begins to attack individual women, expressing that their online content is to blame for the ways in which men treat women, or that children have become so oversexualised.

In a way this reflects the puritan standards of online censorship frequently weaponised by the right wing in order to oppress further marginalised groups. 'Think of the Children' has been used time and time again as a way to bastardise protests of queerness, of sexual liberation of racial equity and it is being weaponised now again just as it was across the 70s against women who dare to be 'immodest' . It goes without saying that people who create content online are not responsible for the actions of teenagers who in the midst of discovering their sexuality, may seek out more mature content- not just for sexual gratification, but a newfound interest into how adults express their sexuality as a way to help them navigate expression themselves. To place limits on how women are allowed to dress or express sexuality is to revert to the ideas of puritanism that existed prior to the (well, partial) liberation of the marginalised people.

Is bimbo culture perfect? No, it's been washed out as a mimicry of early 2000s internalised misogyny. Is it worth hating on random women? No, there issue is more centred to how misgyny is so deeply rooted in our society that we are happier to blame women for the stereotypes forced upon them than to actually comment on how society cultivates these ideas.

#bimbo culture #bimbocore #fashion commentary #fashion blog #fashion style #tiktok trend #fashion analysis

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stellawolfearts · 9 months ago

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Aight it's been a long hit minute since I sent ya anything (hi hello bye the bye)

Top five favorite facts/bits of lore/ HCs (can be yours or others head canons) of nezha 😁

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ooooh top five facts/bits of lore/ HCs about Nezha. this is gonna be fun~

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youd never guess. but when i first watched through LMK i didnt care for Nezha. not rlly. I always thought he was cool and had a nice design but I didnt really care much for him. But i ALWAYS thought his powers and abilitys were so cool. maybe its my bias for pink characters and powers (i also have a bias for blue) but when i needed a character to do some fighting in my fic i snatched Nezha. and ever since i started writing him i couldnt stop. So honestly i gotta put his cool lookin powers as #1 since its what initially hooked me onto his character. both canon and other power HC's i have.

2. His personality PSA: Im not saying any of this is canon. these are my headcanons.

I love canon Nezha dont get me wrong, but im a little biased to my headcanons. well- more then a little XP. I ADORE sassy traumatized fucked up little guys. LMK Nezha is already sassy as hell, as he should be. he's soooooo traumatized if you read into his mythology. and he's also so POWERFUL.

it's just something about characters who are mainly known for being powerful and unstoppable. a force to be reckoned with. but eventually it's revealed this 'unstopable persona' is actually just a mask they've built. They are no doubt very powerful. but one of the reasons people are so scared of them is bc they've built the reputation so no one hurts them anymore. Nearly always on the defensive and holding their emotions inside so thy don't get hurt anymore. But like we saw in the s3 special with MK can still be gentle and kind.

not only that, but needs that kind of kindness and acceptance in his life. Needs a family that will accept all aspects of him. The good and the bad.

TS Nezha is a hurt kid. Traumatized and honestly kinda lonely. Because there's very few people that know the real him. Even if he trusts other people, there's no guarantee that they will accept the real him without the mask he's created. Kin moment.

that and the fact its very easy to shove him into a found family.

also Autism representation in my HC's. I'm Autistic, and some of his traits are just me projecting my Autism onto him.

3. His white hair.

My favorite lore bit about Nezha is not something a lot of people know about him. In the translation of Investiture of the Gods I own it says he was born with white hair.

Chapter 12 - The birth of Nezha

However, as Yin had a strange dream one night, she suddenly gave birth to this strange child the following morning. With maidens rushing about saying that a demon was present in Yin's chambers, Li Jing immediately rushed forth into her room and cleaved in two a strange fleshy ball that rolled to and fro across the floor. Within the ball emerged a small young child with hair as white as snow with a gleaming golden bracelet on his right wrist.

I have implemented this in my Tangled Star AU but how is spoilers >:3

all im saying is TSNezha and TSMac have something in common~ but thats already saying too much >:3

4. His Design Theres a reason ive only minorly changed his design in my headcanons. Overall i ADORE it. Again im probably biased because of all the pink but I love characters like him. He's got some traditionaly feminine design choices. at least traditionally in the west (Pink, Long hair, the bottom of his armor looks like a skirt). It's very gender. and he's just cute overall. his design is so much fun to draw and my version is even more fun.

Honestly. The guys got my gender. Masc, but confident in wearing some feminine things. He just seems like the kind of guy who'd like wearing dresses and keeping his hair long, but still masc nonetheless. Breaking gender norms as he should.

5. His dynamics with other characters.

I love writing him interacting with other characters. He just clashes so well with the other characters when i write him in my AU's. both positively and negatively. I love writing him in angst, i love writing him in fluff. I just. love putting this guy into situations XD.

his relationship with his found family in tangled star is SO MUCH FUN to write. traumatized little guy who trusts no one but the people he's closest with. and even they are still getting him to open up.

thats...honestly the best way i can describe my top five things about nezha. its hard to explain why i like him and i was just tempted to write

blorbo

blorbo.

So be happy you got that much out of me. sorry it got so long but once i start ranting i cant stop. XD

#nezha #lmk nezha #tangled star #ask #honeylavender27 #BLORBO THOUGHTSSSSSS

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lemontongues · 11 months ago

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yknow ive been thinking again lately about how i would like to see more realism in batman content, both canon and fandom, but not the Dark And Gritty kind. the kind thats like.

yes actually he is highly emotionally intelligent and does understand himself quite well and has just accepted that he is A Freak and decided to roll with it rather than being so horrifically emotionally repressed that he can barely even acknowledge that what hes doing is based in trauma. hes been in therapy since he was like 9 years old. he studies human psychology extensively both for himself and so he has better odds of predicting whats gonna go wrong and how when hes up against a rogue or negotiating a hostage situation or whatever. he meditates for two hours a day and is fully capable of keeping a healthy handle on his anger 98% of the time. he's nice to people and fun to be around and sincerely caring. if he were just Always Right but super isolated and reactive and cruel and controlling everyone would fucking hate him and no it wouldnt be enough to sustain his crimefighting activities, thats a stupid lone wolf fuckboy fantasy

he has a strict 9pm bedtime that he only breaks for mandatory WE/brucie activities or emergencies. if theres a gala where he needs to rub shoulders with ppl to gather intel or keep his company running he'll do it but hes Not Happy about being out until midnight and cuts out early as often as possible, and when hes chasing the joker around until 3am hes lamenting his poor sweet circadian rhythm that did nothing wrong ever in its life the whole time. when hes batmanning hes expending a fuckton of energy and he needs to make it up and have a well-established routine to counteract the punishment hes putting his body through. on a similar note, this man is building braces and compression into his suit and doing extensive physical therapy exercises every day of his life bc he wants to have helpful little things like "knees" and "shoulders" by the time hes 40, and hes probably eating a small farms worth of assorted leafy greens and several chickens per day

he is simply Never drunk and he doesnt actually have that much sex. hes really really good at faking a) being drunk and b) getting a high priority phone call from lucius the minute someone hes making out with starts trying to get his shirt off. he also does a lot of "hey look i gotta get out of here with my reputation intact, can we help each other out and pretend we're gonna go fuck?" kind of negotiating with ppl (see: his 9pm bedtime, plus sometimes hes gotta slip away from an event to be sneaky), which is how a lot of the more wild stories about him start circulating lol. this is a man who's regularly getting gassed/injected/etc with highly experimental substances created by maniacs trying to torment or kill him, he does NOT want substances like drugs or alcohol in his body that could potentially interact with them, and the last thing he needs is to be dealing with a pregnancy or sti scare. plus if he can play it safe with someone and have them think of him as a nice and trustworthy dude who just has a bonkers reputation, all the better for his batman activities!

idk i just feel like theres unexplored potential in a lot of that stuff bc so much of recent batman mythos is like HES SO HARDCORE AND CAN DO ANYTHING AND HES ALWAYS RIGHT CAUSE HES SO PARANOID AND DISRESPECTFUL OF PPL AND THEIR BOUNDARIES BUT ITS OKAY BC ITS IN THE NAME OF BEING RIGHT and im like. okay. gotta admit that i dont rly find that believable or in line with my values. can we talk about WE's sweet sweet employee benefits package and bruce designing his suit to take most of the impact off his knees when he jumps off a roof. members of the jl discovering that he gives shockingly balanced and insightful advice about their mundane personal problems. bruce printing his own batsymbol envelopes to leave people cash after he misaims his grappling hook and breaks their window. things of that nature.

#sage talks #im just goofing around with personal hcs in this post but also #if we could bring him back into the realm of believable humanity again i rly would love it lol

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theratandcatshow · 2 months ago

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Episode 6: No mistakes allowed

Now armed with the information that the critters want to break out in four days, you make your way to them. After all, the prototype and CatNap have their own plan, but you think it's a bad one with too many risks. You finally get to see a little touch of your backstory and theres a view of scientists outside talking about you. Plus a Point of view from the Smilling Critters and their increasing panic. So it's off to the finale.

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It's slowly but surely getting to the final! Yes, a double update! I finally sat down and managed to get two long chapters out in just one week! Pay attention to the small details, from here on it really starts, the final act! Have fun reading!

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"What about him?"

"Too bony, he would need more supplies for his metabolism."

Two people were standing in the large, bright and white laboratory. One was a man with brown hair, dressed in an immaculate white coat. His glasses glinted in the glare of the room, and his demeanor betrayed authority, albeit of a cool, scientific kind.

The other person, a woman with sharp features and deep blonde hair, watched the large room in front of them with her arms crossed: A completely white room without any furniture, and in the corner looked a child.

"How much does he weigh?" the woman asked, without taking her eyes off the child.

The man tapped the tablet in his hand, studied the values displayed on it and clicked his tongue softly. "Just under 25 kilograms. Far too little for what we need."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "But... Sufficient if we speed it up. An aggressive dietary regimen, supplemented with the new stabilizers. Its genetic structure is... intriguing." She seemed almost mesmerized as she spoke.

The man sighed. "You know what that means. The probability of organ failure rises to 48 percent. That's unacceptable."

"The risk is irrelevant if we succeed," she replied coldly. "He's not here to stay healthy. He's here to... be useful."

"Why do we even want more subjects? The rat is already in Critter Valley, isn't it?" She replies, seemingly annoyed by the argument. "He's as good as perfect, he won't have any problems spying on the critters or pulling a pair of...strings in an emergency."

The man shook his head slowly, his brow furrowed as he clutched the tablet tighter. "The rat is stable, yes, but perfection is not our goal. Perfection is a myth. What we need is redundancy. A fail-safe protocol in case something goes wrong."

The woman laughed softly, but it didn't sound friendly. "Redundancy? So you mean if his golden project fails, we'll just put someone else on the same mission? Do you really think he's replaceable?"

"It must be him," the man replied calmly, but his tone was one of icy determination. "It's not about the rat or this child. It's about progress. Our work is too important to be dependent on a single subject."

"Right... There was something else."

The woman's voice cuts through the room, cool and focused. She reaches for the man's arm, her grip firm but not rough. The man, who was about to take another step forward, pauses. The sterile surroundings of the room - the blank, white walls that reflect the light like mirrors - suddenly seem narrower, almost oppressive.

"What exactly is the rat's background?" she asks, her voice resonating with a quiet but unmistakable sharpness.

The question hovers in the room like a ghost. The air seems to have been sucked out of the room; the tiny, barely perceptible noises - the buzzing of electronics, the crackling of fabric as it moves - disappear. Instead, an almost unbearable silence sets in. It is so oppressive that for a moment the woman feels as if she can hear her own heart hammering against her chest.

The man turns to her slowly, his face a mask that wants to hide every emotion but can't quite. His gaze meets hers, and there is something in his eyes - a spark of uncertainty or reluctance perhaps.

"That... is irrelevant," he finally mumbles, his voice quiet but strained.

"No," she replies, her voice now clear and determined. "That's not it. Not if we want to know why he chose him. Not if we really want to understand what's behind all this."

"You..." The man pauses and turns to her. His gaze rests on her, sharp and unfathomable. She sees something in his eyes - perhaps distaste, perhaps amusement. It seems as if he can barely grasp her question.

"Have you ever heard of the Playtime Co. success story?" he finally asks, his voice so calm that it seems almost mocking. Without waiting for an answer, he starts moving again, his steps steady, as if the conversation doesn't really interest him. Her stare seems to affect him as little as the cool air in the room.

"It's not real anyway. So why-"

"Playtime Co, Critter Valley, Smiling Critters... All just shiny backdrops." He interrupts her abruptly, his voice growing colder with each word. "A carousel of colors and fake smiles, while the machines and corpses slowly pile up in the basement. All this was never meant for us - never for those who are willing to ask questions."

The hint of harshness and fear in his voice sends a cold shiver down her spine. She hardly dares to take a breath.

"Why are you telling me this now?" she finally asks, her voice a barely audible whisper.

He pauses briefly, turns his head slightly towards her and speaks with a calmness that sounds like a warning. "Because you asked...But don't forget one thing: answers are like open doors. They show you what lies behind them - and sometimes, just sometimes... you wish you'd never pushed them open."

The words echo in her head as he slowly moves away from her again. She remains motionless, caught up in what he has said. Her determination to search for answers begins to crumble, overwhelmed by a fear of the truth that now feels much darker than she expected.

"I know... that he used to be a normal kid," she mumbles, little more than a thought forming into words. "Before the rat."

The man remains standing, his shoulders slightly tense, as if he has a burden on them that he cannot shed. At first, she thinks her words will fade into nothingness. But then he turns around, slowly, menacingly, like a shadow looming over her.

His gaze, cutting like a blade, hits her directly. The coldness in it is so penetrating that she feels her heart pounding, gathering in her throat. A spot of sweat traces his forehead, and his eyes - fixed and restless - betray something she has never seen in him before: Fear.

Real fear.

It's not the kind of fear that paralyzes you, but the kind that runs deep, that makes your legs tremble, that takes your breath away. She watches him as he tries to keep up his façade, pretending to be tougher than he is. But she recognizes it - a tiny tremor in his voice, a barely noticeable twitch in his face. He doesn't know everything. Not as much as he pretends.

"A normal child?" His voice is a low whisper, but each word cuts like a knife. "That's what you think? That he was ever normal? The stalker rat?!"

The silence afterwards is oppressive. For a moment, the air around her seems to get thicker, heavier, more merciless. She swallows hard, her thoughts racing. Whatever the background to this so-called rat, it is nothing she could ever have foreseen.

But she does not give in. She gathers her courage and breaks through the oppressive silence. "And that's why they took the memories from him?" Her voice is firmer than she expected, although her hands are shaking.

He remains motionless, then lowers his head slightly, as if pondering something unspeakably terrible. "They didn't take it from him," he finally says. His words hang in the air like an unspoken judgment. "It's only a matter of time before he gets them back."

His eyes meet hers again, this time with an expression that is less frightening, but no less unsettling. There is something deep in his gaze, a harbinger of something to come. Something that is inevitable.

"And then," he adds quietly, "it gets exciting."

Dawn of the Last Four Days.

96 hours remain until the outbreak and 168 until the Hour of Joy.

Shit, shit, shit!

You run through the dense forest, your Weird legs hitting the ground, leaving small leaves and dirt clinging to your joints, but you can't afford to pay attention to that now. Your mind is spinning in a desperate cycle.

How long do I have left? 96 hours? 95? 94?!

Your breathing gets heavier, but you force yourself to keep running. Fuck! The realization burns in your head like a red-hot iron: They're going to break out freezing cold in four days!

Your gaze briefly wanders upwards, where the sky shimmers between the treetops. But it's not real - you know that. Everyone knows that, at least deep down. The horizon, the firmament, it's all just an illusion.

From a distance, you can already make out Crafty and Picky's houses standing quietly by the road, almost peacefully. The familiar silhouettes flash a moment of normality, but the thought is as fleeting as a dream.

That's not important now.

Your mind struggles with the all-important question that weighs like a weight on your chest:

Should I confess it in my report?

The consequences immediately flash through your mind.

If I report it, what then? Who would listen to me? Maybe they'd dismiss it, maybe they'd think you're a traitor, paranoid, or worse.... a confidant.

But if I remain silent, if I hesitate... What then?

96 hours. Less than four days until everything here goes down the drain. Until every moment, every person, every inch of this world absolutely dies.

You stop abruptly - maybe just for a heartbeat, less than a second. But it's enough. Your eyes tremble, your arms feel heavy, as if pulled down by invisible weights. For the first time since you have been in this false world, you are overcome by this feeling.

An unpleasant, strange feeling.

It is as if something is shaking inside you, something that has been buried for a long time. An oppressive pressure that forces you to doubt your own existence. You feel uncomfortable in your own skin - or perhaps in the thought that this skin is not yours.

Not anymore.

Not really.

"God made a mistake."

You gasp for air, a soft wheeze that barely breaks the silence. But the words echo in your head as if someone had shouted them.

What... what was that?

You look around you, but the forest seems silent. Only the breeze rustles through the leaves. But these words - they feel so real, so heavy, as if they have been burned directly into your brain.

They lie in your mind like a memory, one that shouldn't be there. One that feels wrong and painfully familiar at the same time.

"God made a mistake."

Was it your own voice? Someone else?

Your heart beats faster and a shiver runs down your spine. In your head, your mind tries to organize itself, to calm down - but you know that these words have changed everything.

What have you forgotten?

Or worse - what have you been forced to forget?

I can't think about that now! The clock is ticking!

You have lost your focus, your steps are wild and uncoordinated, and adrenaline is pumping through your veins. Your breathing is heavy and hurried as you run across the vast grassy valley, the ground beneath your feet feels unsteady, as if every step could lead you further into the abyss. The clear logic, the control you have always maintained, is gone. Your head, which has spent so long thinking through what to do, is now flooded by a single, overwhelming wave of emotions.

Your thoughts are reeling. It's no longer about doing right or wrong. It's no longer about what you should or shouldn't do.

If the prototype is right, and the critters really do know everything, then CatNap will never be able to convince them to join the Hour of Joy. It's simply impossible. Even if DogDay, the only one who can stand him, joins him, the others will refuse.

And what if they make it?

For a moment, a brief, painful moment, you stand still. The sky gets darker and darker, the grassland stretches out before you, and the houses in the distance look like shadows in the mist.

Let's say they make it out of here...

Your gaze is lost in the distance and the mechanical feeling in your body becomes noticeable again, as if you have lost a part of yourself. You try to ignore it, but it's hard not to think about the unspoken.

What will i become then?

When so much work is already put into it that the Smiling Critters don't realize when a human shows up in their midst... along with the staggering amount of effort and expense that went into this whole world... not to mention what the prototype had said.

"They go all out just so the critters don't know it's all fake."

The thought won't let you go. You feel the weight of the decision pressing down on your shoulders. There are only two options, and neither of them feels right.

Either you help CatNap to convince the rest of the critters. By doing so, however, you risk everything: your position with those acting outside, all the trust you have painstakingly built up, and perhaps even your safety.

Or... you go the other way. You confess everything in your report. You tell the truth, lay your cards on the table and hope it's enough to keep you in their favor.

Both paths are rocky. Both could destroy you.

But what was there really to save? You don't care about the Smiling Critters. They are nothing more than tools in a complex game where only survival counts. This is the course of nature, as you have always learned: strength is shown in adaptation, not in compassion.

With this cold clarity, you turn forward again. The path in front of you seems to stretch and shorten at the same time as you plan your next steps. A hundred - no, seventy meters away stands DogDay's house, and light still burns through the windows. It flickers slightly, like a reminder of hope or danger.

It's time to act, time to make another move on this inescapable chessboard. Your heart beats calmly, but your mind is a wild storm.

"Please! Keep on Breathing, please!"

You flinch, as if struck by a sudden electric shock, and look around hastily. Your breathing is shallow and irregular, and the trembling that runs through your body is unstoppable.

The voice wasn't real - not here, anyway. It came from somewhere in the depths of your mind, sharp and insistent, as if it were screaming at you with all its might. The words echo, burn into your mind like a warning call.

You swallow hard, trying to recapture the reality around you, but your gaze remains uncertain. Was that an echo from the past? A warning? Or something you can't comprehend?

Your breath hitches, as if frozen. It feels as if someone has sucked the air out of your chest and every attempt to get it back fails. Your lungs are screaming for oxygen, but you can't breathe - it's as if an invisible hand has been placed around your neck.

Your knees go weak, almost wobbly, and you sway slightly. A roar sets in, softly at first, then louder, like a dull pulse throbbing in your ears. Your vision blurs, the world around you becomes blurred and it seems as if everything is crashing down on you at the same time and moving infinitely far away.

Your chest feels like it's going to burst - an oppressive weight rests on you, heavier than the world itself. Your hands shake uncontrollably and you only realize that you are digging your fingernails into your palms when the pain snaps you out of your vortex of fear for a brief moment.

"What the hell was that? Who's supposed to keep breathing? Who's dying right now?" The questions race through your head, bouncing off like a pinball machine that can't find its footing. Your mind screams for answers, but the panic doesn't allow you to think clearly.

You just stand there, in the wide open meadow, under the endless sky that suddenly oppresses you instead of giving you freedom. Your heart is racing, your muscles are tensing, ready to flee - but where to? You are trapped in your own body, in your own head, and the cold of the night bites through the thin layers as if it were part of the panic itself.

Minutes pass, or maybe seconds, you can't tell. Your gaze flickers into the distance, and the only constant is the shudder that won't leave your body.

And then, all of a sudden, you somehow pull yourself together. A deep, hoarse inhalation makes your chest burn, but it breaks through the rigidity that has held you in place. Your knees give way slightly, but you force yourself to stand still.

Your gaze slowly lowers to your arm. The brown fur, unnaturally thick and irregular, stands out against the darkness of the night. The scars on it - large, deep, and in some places grotesquely distorted - tell stories you don't want to hear. It doesn't just look strange; it feels strange. That feeling creeps up inside you again, a disgusting unease that lies like a veil over your mind.

This is not my real body. The thought thunders in your head, sharp and relentless, as if someone were hammering it into your brain.

You feel your throat constrict, but this time it's not panic. It's this suffocating feeling that you're wearing something that never belonged to you - as if you're wearing a mask that's too tight and suffocating your own skin. Your fingers tremble as they slowly run over the scars, and for a brief moment you pause. The body feels too coarse, too solid, like a rigid shell that restricts your movements.

You look down and notice it: the tail you've been dragging behind you the whole time. Another foreign appendage that alienates you even further from your own body. It drags sluggishly across the ground, heavier than it should be and with a hint of resistance as it brushes the grass.

That's not me. I never was.

You feel uncomfortable all over again, as if your own body is mocking you. Everything about you feels wrong - like a puppet with strings held by someone else. And yet there is no choice. You are trapped in this shell, for now.

With the new calm that slowly rises within you, the sharp cold that you know so well also returns. Your breathing stabilizes and your thoughts form clear, logical lines again. Everything that was blurry a moment ago - the panic, the voices, the gnawing feeling of strangeness - fades away.

Human lives are worthless.

The idea is not new, but old and familiar. It is sober, free of emotion, and yet full of conviction. You have thought it through so often that it feels like a fact, not an opinion.

I will sacrifice anyone, without hesitation, to achieve my goal.

There you are again.

The rat.

The one who weighs up all the options, analyzes every situation and never hesitates to make the best move - no matter who falls by the wayside. Was that perhaps the reason why they chose you, or not?

You feel this rationality guiding your actions again. It is an incorruptible logic, a weapon that you have sharpened in order to survive. Everything else - morality, compassion, attachments - fades into meaningless obstacles.

And so you set off. Your destination: DogDay's house. Step by step through the grassland, under the ever-darkening sky. Your thoughts are clear, the cold inside you guides you.

You know exactly what awaits you there. They're probably all there - the Smiling Critters, gathered like a flock of lost sheep, unaware of the larger world that surrounds them. And CatNap, of course.

He will try to convince them. He is damn naive if he thinks that there will be no consequences. He probably trusts the prototype with his life, after all he knows his name.

Perfect, you're fully back again.

Maybe CatNap will give it his all. He may be a coward, but he won't just give up or try to get out of it with half-hearted arguments.

If you turn up there, the already fragile trust could be shattered for good. The Smiling Critters definitely don't like you - they don't trust you any more than they trust the world outside their little bubble. Maybe even less.

And yet... your presence will complicate everything. The only question is whether you can use this to your advantage.

I can already feel The winds of victory blowing at the back of me.

You clench your hands slightly, and your fingers tighten into the sturdy fabric of the long gloves. Underneath, you can feel the claws lying just a breath away from the surface, ready to kill.

Slowly lift your tail off the floor and let it hover a few centimetres above it. Every movement is controlled, every muscle fiber tensed. The thought that you are about to launch yourself into the attack sends an adrenaline rush through you.

I'll tear you apart if you come near me and my goal.

"How are the reports coming along?" asks a clear, almost clinical voice as a girl with brown hair crosses the room. The lab coat she is wearing fits perfectly, and her straight, almost stiff posture leaves no doubt that she is used to precision.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she turns to another woman standing at a terminal. Tall, with an imposing presence, the second woman seems unapproachable. Her long, blonde hair is immaculately tied back in a severe bun and she surveys the screen with the cool efficiency of someone who wants to have every detail under control.

"What exactly does... he actually writes in there?" the girl asks, the slight hint of curiosity in her voice hard to miss.

The blonde doesn't take her eyes off the monitor. Instead, she replies in a calm but emphatic voice: "The fact that you alone know about this could cost me my head."

The sharpness of her words hangs heavy in the air for a moment, before she turns her attention back to her work, as if she has finally closed the subject.

But the girl in the lab coat doesn't give up. She hesitates briefly, her hands wringing restlessly before she speaks again:

"I understand how things work here with the hierarchy... Playtime Co really is a big company and all that..."

Her voice is slightly shaky, a hint of uncertainty creeps into her words, but her curiosity remains. She ventures a cautious step closer, her eyes searching the blonde woman. "But you always act like if you know a little too much, you'll disappear immediately."

The blonde pauses briefly. Her fingers linger over the keyboard before she slowly turns around and looks at the girl with a gaze that is both scrutinizing and warning.

"You should think carefully about how much you want to know," she finally says with a cool, precise sharpness that cuts through the room like a scalpel. "Because sometimes it's not the company that makes you disappear. Sometimes you disappear on your own - under the weight of what you know."

The girl swallows audibly, but she withstands the blonde's gaze, even though her shoulders slump a little. The room is silent, the humming of the equipment in the background suddenly seems deafening.

"And the rat?" The words come hesitantly, almost in a whisper, from her lips. She barely dares to look at the blonde, staring instead at the edge of her lab coat as her fingers pluck nervously at it. "I mean, he seems to know a lot... But he's still needed, isn't he?"

The blonde remains silent long enough for the minutes to feel like hours. The young woman feels beads of sweat forming on her palms, her fingers clammy and shaky. Just when she can no longer bear the silence, the blonde raises her head, her eyes like cold glass.

"Stop talking about him," she says with unwavering calm, which nevertheless rolls through the room like silent thunder.

The girl ventures an uncertain nod, but then, as quietly as a breath, the blonde adds something that will stay with her for as long as she lives.

"He's playing..." She pauses, considering the words with a terse but scathing emphasis, "... in a completely different league."

It is quiet in the room, the blonde woman continues to type away on the keyboard while the girl just stands nervously by.

Did I say something wrong? No, I must have touched on something big and hit a nerve. I don't think I'll ask any more questions today, otherwise there will be consequences.

But for a moment, less than a millisecond, a new thought occurs to her.

But these samples, these drugs...they're all for humans, aren't they? Then the rat wouldn't be a man-hating, clever robot, but a human? I wonder how much he had to go through to get to such a skillful level? Trauma? Training? And how could he have done so well in everything to get into Critter Valley?

And then she has an idea that changes everything: Playcare. Playtime Co's own orphanage.

Not human... A child. Oh God...

"So he used to be human?"

The room freezes.

The blonde woman pauses, her fingers hovering over the keys as if the last word had taken the breath out of the world itself. She turns around slowly, her ice-blue eyes now fixed on the girl. No anger, no confusion - just an icy cold expression that says more than words ever could.

The girl feels her heart hammering against her ribcage, as if trying to escape the silence that now hangs over her like an inescapable judgment. Her own words echo in her head, a repetitive litany.

So he used to be human?

She should never have said it.

"Listen," the blonde finally says, her voice soft, almost soothing, but the tone carries the edge of a knife. "What you just said... What you think... Must never be repeated outside this room."

The girl dares to take a step back, her knees feel weak, but she nods mechanically. It's not the fear of an angry outburst, but of the cold, all-controlling gaze that leaves no room for backtalk.

"You have no idea what those words mean," the blonde continues. She stands up now, her presence overwhelming. "But I'll give you some advice. Stop making up stories in your head. And above all, stop asking questions you can't understand."

The girl opens her mouth to apologize, but the blonde raises a hand to silence her.

"He was never a child," she finally says, her voice drenched with definitive authority. "He was never human. He's the rat, and that's all you need to know."

But even as she says this, something flashes in her eyes - a shadow, a contradiction that disappears as quickly as it came. The girl notices it, but she knows she mustn't say anything.

She just nods, slowly, her thoughts confused and her heart heavy. Whatever the truth is - whether the rat was really a person, a child, or just a myth - she knows she will never know the full answer.

The belief that you, as a human, at least came from Playcare, was wrong.

But the girl would never know, because the microphone, hidden inside the computer, had recorded every word. While the blonde woman was still measuring her with her piercing gaze, the algorithmic filter was running in the background. The key word - "Playcare" - was enough to set the company's mechanisms in motion.

She was never found again.

"This...This must be a fucking joke!"

"FUCK! AND YOU'RE IN THIS!"

DogDay's living room was always quite tidy.

His couch, brightly colored and spotlessly clean, perfectly reflected DogDay's personality - lively, friendly and always keen to keep things tidy. Everywhere in his house, not just in the living room, there were pictures that told of countless memories. They were a colorful patchwork of stories that captured DogDay's life and the adventures of the Smiling Critters.

Directly above the couch hung a collection of photos capturing birthdays - smiling faces, colorful balloons and cakes that were almost too beautiful to cut. On another wall, funny moments were immortalized: Kickin stuck somewhere, or a scene in which he made everyone laugh with one of his legendary jokes - the laughter that was so infectious that it never seemed to end.

Normally, DogDay's house was the meeting place for everyone, a safe haven in the middle of the valley. But right now the air hung heavy with tension, almost palpable, and no one seemed to know how to break through it.

They wanted to discuss their plan to break out of this False World. But suddenly CatNap seemed to appear, trying to convince them to join some Mechanical Hand and create a riot instead.

CatNap stood at the door, his slender purple form looking almost like a shadow against the warm light that filled DogDay's living room. The other critters were spread across the room, each in their own posture of uncertainty, anger or despair.

DogDay stood directly in front of CatNap, his broad back facing the other critters. His face was hard to read, but the absence of his trademark smile spoke for itself. His usually lively, bobbing tail lay still on the ground - an eerie stillness that was uncharacteristic of him, especially in CatNap's presence. His pointed dog ears were strained forward, his tall stature unyielding, like a bulwark that could break at any moment.

Kickin and Hoppy had settled down on DogDay's colorful couch, but even their postures betrayed the turmoil in the room. Kickin had sunk so deeply into the cushions that he was almost lying down, but the furious movements of his wings, which were constantly running through his feathered crown, revealed that he was boiling inside. Hoppy sat next to him, her eyes wide. Her leg - the fastest in the Valley - was shaking uncontrollably, while the other was nervously stamping on the colorful carpet. She simply couldn't understand what CatNap was saying.

The other critters were sitting at the large dining table on the left, except for Bubba, who could no longer sit still. Picky pushed her half-full bowl of cornflakes to one side. Her curly tail slowly began to uncurl, a clear sign of her nervousness. Her eyes darted back and forth between CatNap and the other critters as she struggled to form an opinion she couldn't voice.

Bobby sat next to her, her dreamy, loving face becoming increasingly nervous. She had always found CatNap a little strange, but in a harmless way. The fact that he was now making plans for a riot was beyond anything she could have imagined. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she listened to their words, which continued to escalate.

Crafty, on the other hand, was somewhere else entirely in her mind. In her head, she imagined scenarios of how the Smiling Critters could escape this false world. But her plans fell apart as the harsh reality loomed ever more clearly before her. Without CatNap, there would be no escape, she knew that. That was the end. Her imagination succumbed to reality and tears gathered in her eyes. The soft glow of her horn, which usually gave her a hint of hope, faded.

Bubba, however, to say the least, was completely out of his mind.

He had originally sat at the table, but as the discussion between CatNap and DogDay became increasingly heated, nothing could keep him in his seat. Now he stood just two meters behind DogDay, his massive figure like a looming shadow. His gaze bore into CatNap as if he wanted to see right through him. His trunk moved restlessly, and his deep bass echoed through the room as he listed facts and vigorously countered CatNap's arguments. Bubba left no doubt that he thought an escape with the Critters was the only way forward - and not the rebellion CatNap was obviously planning.

"This is absolutely absurd!" roared Bubba, his voice booming through the room and making everyone flinch. His thick hands whirled uncontrollably through the air as if to grab the words he was looking for. "We had a plan! A clear fucking plan! In just four-no, three days! Three! And now you come along and want to start a riot?!"

His massive body shook with excitement as he pointed at CatNap with a penetrating gaze. "This is madness, CatNap! You're endangering us all!"

"And all this for some robot hand called a prototype?" Hoppy almost jumped up from the couch, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that even what it's called?" Her voice trembled, caught between anger and bewilderment. "He's just taking advantage of you, CatNap! You can see that, can't you?"

Her foot stamped restlessly on the floor and she looked as if she was about to explode - not just from anger, but from the sheer desperation that gripped her in the face of the situation.

"What's your problem, Dude?" shouted Kickin from the couch, his voice almost booming with excitement. With a jerk, he straightened up, his movements restless as his feathers stuck out in all directions

"You're always acting so fucking weird! And now-now-! Do you want to wait any longer to escape this fucking fake world?" His voice grew louder, his words imbued with a mixture of anger and nervousness. Kickin took a step forward, his hands twitching as if to grab CatNap, but he paused, his gaze a jumble of accusation and despair.

"I just can't believe it..." whispered Bobby, her voice barely more than a breath as she stared at the table in front of her. Her fingers played nervously with the edge of her plate, but her eyes remained fixed on Crafty.

The two shared a look, heavy with unspoken pain and despair. Crafty's desperate expression mirrored exactly what Bobby was feeling - the creeping realization that everything they had believed in was about to collapse.

Bobby felt, Crafty thought.

"H-Hey, let's all think about this slowly and together... okay?" DogDay's voice was firm, but a slight tremor showed how much the situation was weighing on him. He stood directly in front of CatNap, tall and leader as ever, but his trademark imperturbable smile was gone. Instead, a nervous, almost apologetic smile crept onto his face - an expression that couldn't quite hide his uncertainty.

A storm was raging inside him. As the leader of the group, it was up to him to make a decision that everyone could understand and accept. But the pressure weighed heavily. Letting CatNap go alone was not an option for DogDay. He didn't want to give him up - CatNap was part of the group, more important to DogDay than anyone else, even if he would never admit it

But the other critters wanted to act. The escape was due to begin in a few days, a plan to which they had all clung and which symbolized their hope. And now? Now CatNap wanted to turn everything upside down, wanted to risk an uprising - with unforeseeable consequences.

DogDay feels the responsibility weighing a ton on his shoulders. Whatever he decided, the consequences would haunt him. And the idea that he could make the wrong choice was choking him.

"Think about it together?! Tell me, what's wrong with you two?" Kickin suddenly shouted from the corner, his voice so loud that the other critters flinched. With quick, energetic steps, he ran towards DogDay and CatNap, his feathers completely ruffled, while his words shot through the room like sharp arrows.

"we've been planning this shit for weeks - no, MONTHS! And now? Now the little weirdo just won't leave with us?" His eyes sparkled with anger, his hands clenched into fists as he approached. The tension in the room was almost palpable, and the other critters seemed to instinctively sound the alarm, their eyes shifting nervously between the opponents.

"Hey, Kickin-" DogDay tried to interject, but his voice was immediately interrupted by another.

"He's right."

Hoppy spoke in a cool, firm voice that brooked no argument. It was no surprise that she sided with Kickin - the two of them were almost always a team, especially when it came to standing their ground, whether they were in the right or not. Hoppy's determined look met DogDay's eyes, and she added: "We've worked far too hard for all this to just back down now. He can't just pretend there's a better plan!"

There was absolute silence for the next few seconds.

The tension in the room was almost palpable, like an invisible pressure that weighed on everyone. Glances were exchanged, nervous hands wandered restlessly to manes, feathers, fur or tails. Postures changed as if everyone was trying to protect themselves from the threatening words. Small drops of sweat ran down tense faces, but no one dared to break the silence.

Finally, it was DogDay who found the voice, his words slow and deliberate, as if cutting the suffocating silence with a fine knife. "We... will go out and discuss everything." His gaze slid around the room, almost pleading for the group to follow him.

He paused for a moment, then added, more quietly but insistently, "Stay calm... please."

It is not a request out of weakness, but out of the deep realization that they could only find a way out together - and that any wrong move could cause the situation to explode.

DogDay nodded to CatNap before the two of them slowly turned towards the door. The other critters looked after them as they left the living room and thus the house, and the room suddenly felt even more oppressive.

With a soft click, the door clicked shut behind them and their voices were soon swallowed up by the muffled sound of the outside world as they moved their conversation outside.

But inside, the tension continued to simmer. The room was now filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the soft rattle of Pinky's tail and Hoppy's nervous pounding. Glances were exchanged, fleeting and full of unspoken questions. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the next argument to break out - or for someone to finally find the words that everyone was thinking but no one dared to say.

"I just... don't get it." Bubba's deep voice broke the silence that had fallen over the group. His trunk sank down lazily and his normally confident face was marked by an expression of deep confusion. For the first time in his life, he seemed at a loss for words.

"Those... People took our memories," he finally said, his voice softer, almost brittle. "They brought us here... and now CatNap trusts one of those on the outside?"

The words hung heavy in the air for a moment before echoing into the minds of the other critters. Slowly, a clear picture began to form, as if Bubba's thoughts were tying together the loose threads in their own minds. Everything seemed to click into place logically, and with this realization, a nagging question grew in each of their minds:

What are DogDay and CatNap talking about out there?

So there they are: DogDay, the large, imposing appearance of an anthropomorphic dog, and CatNap, almost half the size, but with a presence that should not be underestimated.

DogDay was an impressive figure. His orange fur radiated warmth and was complemented by expressive black eyes and drooping, soft ears. His shiny black nose gave him a charming touch.

A golden pendant in the shape of a radiant sun hangs from his chest, its bright orange rays a striking addition to his color palette. He looked like the embodiment of optimism - or at least like a figure who was meant to appear that way.

Next to him stood CatNap, an anthropomorphic purple tom whose black eyes and triangular ears made him appear both playful and mysterious. His fur was a rich, dark purple, while his paws and the insides of his ears were a slightly darker shade. A very long tail hung lazily behind him, almost like a second life that seemed to snake around him.

While DogDay dominated the stage with his tall, sunny appearance, CatNap, in his compact, mysterious manner, looked like the calm shadow at his side. Together they stood under the starless sky, a contrast of sun and moon, warmth and mystery, light and darkness.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" DogDay's voice was calm but strained, like that of a mother trying to teach her child a lesson - worried, but also disappointed. His ears were stiffly forward and his usual smile had given way to a serious expression.

"I could have... explained it to them better." His words sounded almost like a reproach, but they were laced with concern and a hint of sadness. He held CatNap firmly in his gaze, as if he wanted to make sure that his words were really being heard.

"Whoever believes it."

Both heads turn jerkily towards the darkness in front of them, and two pairs of eyes fix on the place where the voice had come from.

Slowly, their eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and then they saw you: the rat.

DogDay's breath hitched, his ears laid back and his eyes widened in disbelief. "You are..." His voice was little more than a whisper, a hint of shock and fear as he looked at the creature before him.

CatNap, on the other hand, looked as if he had let the blood freeze in his veins. He opened his mouth, closed it again and finally took half a step behind DogDay, as if seeking protection.

"In discussing when exactly you'll flee..." Your voice is a sharp hiss that cuts through the night like a cold blade.

You spoke slowly, emphatically, with a vile mixture of derision and contempt that permeated every syllable. Your posture was relaxed, almost bored, and yet there was an unsettling dominance in your presence.

"You can tell you're all... stupid." The words came with a cold, disparaging precision, as if you wanted to make sure each syllable hit like a blow.

DogDay unconsciously clenched his paws, but he kept eye contact, his eyes full of suspicion and determination. "We may not be the very smartest, but that doesn't mean you can patronize us like that."

You wait a second, a moment of absolute silence. Your eyes slowly wandered to CatNap, who looked at you with a mixture of uncertainty and fleeting understanding. It was almost amusing - this faint spark of hope that he might understand your motives after all.

"Hmph!" A snide snort escaped you, followed by a cold stoic expression. "I was surprised you guys were able to plan anything at all... But I guess you really are just a small fry."

Your words suddenly switched to a mocking, fluent English, as if you were switching languages yourself just to demonstrate your superiority. "But I guess you're just small fry. Right now, I can see it - all of you, just amateurs."

You paused for a moment, your gaze boring into DogDay's eyes, before adding with an ominous glint in your voice: "I can see the outcome. And trust me... it's not pretty."

"Humans are no different from a flock of pigeons. If one bird flies right, they all go right." You stop, your words echoing in the still night, and for a moment you let them hang in the air. Your gaze wanders to the windows of DogDay's house, where the light is still on, the faint, flickering light that seems like a deceptive glow in the darkness. You see no one looking out, and the silence that follows seems to raise the question of how much longer they will be safe.

"You," you say with an almost mocking undertone and point at DogDay, "especially you, need to watch yourself. What you do... your friends will follow. If you make a mistake, you'll all die together. Or, in separate rooms... then the only thing you share is the garbage can in which your corpse is kept for the coyotes."

"Tsk!" Hissed DogDay, and for the first time you noticed a spark of anger in his demeanor. It was a small but significant break in his otherwise confident façade.

You could imagine exactly what was going on in his head - he imagined their escape failing. The thought that they could all fail probably crept into his heart too. You sense that he himself doesn't really believe that they can make it. And that? You can take advantage of that.

"CatNap." Your voice is calm, almost mocking, as you pause briefly to make sure his eyes land on you again. "I know about the prototype, and I'd go along with your plan."

That's a lie of course, someone like me doesn't join those damn idiots. But as long as I have the chance, I should take it and gain confidence in order to have more options in the end...

This is where the fun begins...

"However, you still need to clarify who exactly is coming with you, because all of... those" You point to the house, your rusty mechanical arm feels so strange again, but you ignore it, after all, the situation is more important right now. "They're dead weight, and useless."

"However, you still need to clarify who exactly is coming with you, because all of...them," you point to the house with a fluid gesture, your rusty, mechanical arm feeling strange, but you ignore it. The situation is more important now, and you focus on your words. "Are dead weight, and useless."

The tension in the air is palpable, and you can feel the tension in DogDay's posture before he even speaks.

"How dare you..." Your words are abruptly interrupted by DogDay. You look to your right, and his piercing gaze meets you squarely. Light patches of sweat form on his forehead, his eyes are half-closed, and his fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles stand out white. "You're one of their spies, and you insult us like we're some kind of animals. How can we trust someone like you? You don't even look like us!"

"I do."

CatNap interrupts DogDay's tirade, his voice trembling slightly, but he remains steadfast. "I... I trust him. If even he trusts him, I think it's for the best."

Heh, what an idiot.

"I thought you and DogDay got along well... Hmph!" Your smile solidifies as you see CatNap hesitate. Without those weird, unnecessary feelings stealing your moment, you can finally take full advantage of your superior position again. "Nevertheless... this is all according to plan, right?"

The words fall coldly into the silence. DogDay doesn't answer anymore, and you can see it clearly: small tears begin to gather in his eyes. His eyes alternate between you and CatNap, as if he is struggling to decide who he can trust more. The doubt, the uncertainty that overshadows his expression are like an open book to you. And you know that you can exploit this uncertainty.

"But there is one more thing..." Your voice sounds almost amused, and you feel like you are in complete control of the situation. You are the puppeteer, controlling every movement of the strings. "Every day I write a report for the... I suppose if I don't mention anything about our plans, your trust in me shouldn't waver any more, shouldn't it?"

Neither of them answers immediately. The tension is so thick that it becomes almost palpable. Only a silent nod from CatNap is the response, while DogDay continues to stare at you in a kind of blank stare, as if trying to see through you.

You let the moment linger in silence for a moment and it feels good. You know that you have the upper hand.

"In exchange, however, I demand that none of you do anything stupid that could jeopardize the plan." Your gaze is sharp now, and you emphasize every word as if it were an inescapable condition for their success. You will make them bow to you.

"You want to hand in your report today?"

You stare directly at DogDay, and for the very first time since you've been here in Critter Valley, in this new life that's been thrust upon you, you're confused.

What does he mean? Why does he react so strangely to the word "today"? No... don't tell me -

"We will break out tonight, this very night."

You thought you had everything under control, but these words turn everything around.

The escape begins now.

Dawn of the Last Hours.

??? hours remain until the outbreak and THE END.

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Notes:

Holy shit, they want to break out TODAY?! Well, what can I say, I wrote it. But anyway, it's all going to go a little faster now, and I think this story is the first one I'm going to finish. As I've said twice on Wattpad, I'm now writing a Christmas special for each story, so don't expect any canon updates for the stories. Please leave a comment and Kudos!

#smilling critters #dogday #catnap #poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #bubba bubbaphant #stalking #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #cartoon

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okthatsgreat · 2 years ago

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that reblog about asking random questions about fics..... hmmmm. ive been curious for a while now - what's your thought process behind opddmh? any particular theme you've had fun exploring, or a potential overarching idea? i love hearing people explain the intricacies of their writing processes

ohhhhh my god oh my god. you have unleashed something within me ohhhhh my god. something cringe is awakening something very cringe is happening to me right now

referring to this post, talking about this fic :]

(im gonna put all of this under read more for the people that dont want to read this LMAO)

OKAY. TIME TO GET SO STUPID. IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LIKE THIS

at the core of this fic is trauma-- it's a story about emerging from indescribable pain and horror, only to walk into a world that treats you as a spectacle and your pain as entertainment. so much of opddmh's themes come from trauma, as every character's pov deals with it in distinct ways, none of which are particularly healthy LMAO. going into each characters pov, my thought process is always concerning how they would react to the situation in front of them, but always keeping that trauma over them as another deciding (often overpowering) factor. makoto at his core is still a caring man, but he has been so deprived by the company that has kept him there for so long that his natural response to unpleasant emotions or thoughts is to bury it in sake of putting on a show. mikan has always been very timid and regretful, but now many of her actions are sincerely doubted as being selfish or secretly evil, a temperament only aggravated by her status as blackened. akane's desire to "be strong" has only worsened to an extreme degree, as her first instinct is to drop anybody that could possibly remind her of weakness or the killing game.

these are killing game participants who are no longer the children they were when all of this started, people who did not sign up for this but have to keep going anyways-- and i LOVE exploring the implication of that postgame it is like a drug to me. theyve gone through unimaginable horror, most of them dont have families they can return to, and everybody in the world knows them as a beloved tv character. the only way for them to survive is to adapt, a strategy that not all of them have mastered. makoto, whose title as ultimate hope has been watered down sooooo so much, is the POSTER child (literally) for adapting, while characters like akane have still been significantly silenced by danganronpa but are unable to adapt entirely. it was important to me that i had povs which were different yet cohesive, and were able to convey the range of survival that these older participants have :] and this includes the secret fifth pov that hasnt been introduced yet >:)

these are no longer people in the public's eyes as much as they are entertainers (which by the way, i love writing this aspect of postgame dr lololol the PERFORMANCE of it all). my friend lily made such a good comment about it at one point and i dont remember her exact words but it was something along the lines of "the audience doesn't want the performer, they want the performance" which is soo true of this universe in particular. so when i write these different people i like to keep in mind the person they are and they person they present themselves as. so many of the older participants are so jaded its insane

but then theres v3!! there are NEW kids here. trauma is so important as a theme when it comes to how these characters interact with each other, and ESPECIALLY how the older characters are able to see themselves in the younger ones. a lot of the character dynamics were chosen deliberately so that the v3 kids mirror the older participants!!!!!!!!!!!!! v3 hasn't been desensitised just yet, they haven't lost touch with their anger and sadness and fear like a lot of the older participants have. i find it important while writing to remember how NEW these kids are, especially when it comes to writing people like miu, who isn't ready to give in to danganronpa conformity just yet and is trying her hardest to be better (or at the very least, not the same miu iruma, ultimate inventor that everybody watched on their television screens). and then of course you have characters like angie and rantaro, who are DEEEEEEEEP in denial and unable to properly move out of that first stage of grief just yet lmao. they are fortunate(????) enough that the journey they go through is a lot more private than some of the other characters can say theirs were. a lot of the time i write about the newer v3 participants i make an effort to refer to them as young or as children/teens because they Are. theyre so Young and it definitely effects how they handle themselves !!!

so much of this fic is about trauma but so much of it is finding strength in others as well, even if its moving slowly towards it lol. it's important to me that there is hope in the fic, that even though it feels like they are very isolated at the moment they arent entirely alone. things get worse before they get better but they do get better and i wanted there to be peace in the relationships they build with each other

also fun fact this story was originally a one shot where miu jumps into makotos car they chat and then he drops her back where she came from lol! would have really cut this story short!

n e ways thank you anonymous i love you <3 so so sorry for being so serious about my own fic ghfdjhgsdjhgkfdjhgdksghfskjghdj </3

#THANK YOUUUUUUU THANK YOU!!!!!#IM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING!#i have got to calm down this is a danganronpa fic.#need to practice restraint #ask lee #opddmh #anonymous

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kisstheashes · 2 years ago

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All this talk about weed made me want to ask. Do you have any resources on it? Or tumblr blogs? My friend hates it so much that they pretty much think anyone who smokes is disgusting and bad. Having even just vaped ONCE cause a spew of arguments because they asked me not to before. I’m not trying to convince them to smoke, but is there anyway to maybe… make them not be so negative to it? They legit see someone smoke weed and it will cause them to have a mental breakdown. I just want to inform them that it’s not THAT bad.

Honestly....not really. And if their aversion is really that bad, a few articles or scientific papers aren't going to convince them otherwise. When you're so totally convinced that a substance is that evil, there's really only one thing that could help. And that's time, and a very large amount of patience. This "slow conversion" if you want to put it that way is not something I'm good at doing with other people, because I am the one it generally happens to. I literally used to kind of be that person about weed, and now I'm a stoner, so. It's a character trait.

Like I'm sure I could say like...well you vaped once and you were still you, so shouldn't that help? But from what you said. Clearly it didn't. Maybe if you brought it up and said some shit like "but did you notice me change at all afterward?" or like... "Yeah, I felt different while I was high but I feel no addiction from it" or however you want to say "theres no lasting effects on your psyche". Though realistically this person could take years to start changing their mind, if they ever do, if you're a dear friend and they still reacted that way. I find that those people will dig in their heels until it either finally clicks one day, or it just. Never will. Bringing it up more often can help in that regard, but it can also break your relationship if they don't want to change. And they have to want to see other sides and be open to more interpretations of living.

If this person has done a 180 or even a 90° turn on other ideals and morals they've held, then you can safely assume they might do so here. But if they're like this with everything, the deck is stacked against you and I wish you godspeed on that quest.

And I also can't like. Be like. "Oh its not harmful at all" bc 1) theres always caveats and also 2) I would consider my ass addicted to it (or at least the reprieve it gives my mind) so like. -gestures-

Weed is a fantastic drug. It has a lot of medicinal properties but besides that its just a lot of fun and relaxing. It's not for everyone, and yeah the smell can kinda suck. There's something to both sides of it, I think, since. It's a drug. And even ibuprofen can kill you. (It almost killed me.)

And just a side note, trying to change people's minds on something by listing the medicinal uses or emergency cases just makes people carve out an exception for "those" people, and it keeps their base ideology the same.

#asks #anonymous #weed smoking #weed #weed tag

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fayewoods-2 · 1 year ago

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Well theyre all really good tbh One of my favourites is Vampires Will Never Hurt You (from the album I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love which is generally shortened to 'Bullets'), it was the first song I listened to from the Bullets album, and I wasnt really sure about it at first but I love the concept, and the bit thats like 'Someone call the doctor, and someone call the nurse! And someone buy me roses, and someone burn the church.... we're hanging out with corpses and driving endless hearse and someone save my soull *insert mostly incoherent screaming about saving souls*' which just sounds so cool. Its kinda post hardcore ig? Another favourite would have to be Famous Last Words which just goes SO hard and its crazy tbh. Gerard Way wrote it about his brother (Mikey) wanting to leave the band, and its (nearly) the closing track of The Black Parade (their most famous album and the reason theyre known as 'emo'). It has a music video too and everythings LITERALLY ON FIRE (also at the time Gerard was afraid of fire) and its literally insane. I love the opening most, but also the bridge which goes 'And I see you lying next to me... with words I thought I'd never speak, awake and unafraid... asleep or dead?' and You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prisons was one of the first tracks I listened to in Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, and its kinda weird tbh (have i spoken about this before to you? I think i have-) and I love the concept and also the second verse, and how the second verse just seems SO deranged and then SO desperate, and then how it goes from kinda like calm to fucking screaming is AMAZING Summertime is amazing too, although arguably Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys is like the worst album (I love it. First mcr CD I got, and first MCR album I listened to). its kinda like a love song ig? and I relate to parts too. (also theres 2 comics stemmed from the album and I LOVE them so much). My fav part would be the part in the second verse that goes like 'Terrified of what I'd be, as a kid from what Ive seen, every single day when people try to put the pieces back together, just to smash them down... turn my headphones up real loud... I dont think I need them now... cos you stop the noise and-' which kinda just connects to me ig. I want someone who makes it so i dont need my headphones... also Tomorrows Money from the technically fanmade album known as Conventional Weapons, which has 10 tracks put into 5 singles titled 'number one' and so on. At the start its kinda like screaming (but not really?), which I cant entirely understand but uh yeah its like 'Fell in love with a vampire... touch(?) up for the empire... fell in love with the brushfire baby, you gonna take it from here? I'm gonna take it from you...' and yeah its AMAZING All The Angels is fun too, one of the calmest and most depressing (not as much as Cancer (the song) tho), my fave part is 'She went alone... and went to the emergency... and parked her car in the dark... they told her please... he's only got but minutes more... you might just say goodbye' and it just hits HARD even tho its technically just like a live demo thing for the 10th anniversary of The Black Parade. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W is great too, its one of the calmest from Danger Days, and its about tricking your child into a bunker when a nuclear war starts. Dark meaning, I know. Also Foundations of Decay, their most recent track, from when they got back together in like 2020. Its amazing. People call it the hardest song mcr have ever done, and its crazy. It starts out all staticy like, and then its just INSANE!!! my fav part would be in the second verse, technically prechorus where its like 'But its much to late, you're in the race, so we'll press... and press till you cant take it any more!!!' And uh yeah, thats my fav from each album plus a few more which I had to do

I'm not fully okay I think Im being overstimulated by all these fucking noises and they wont stop and im tired and Im out for 5 more hours, one more hour of this then 1 and a half of being in a concert band and then half an hour break (less probably) and then some dumb thing my stupid self volunteered for where I have to answer questions and lead activities related to this hellhole (as in where i am irl thats leading to all this fucking overstimulation) and I cant even fucking get peace and quiet cos I'm coughing too fucking much and I hate this i hate this i hate this why the fuck wont everyone shut up stupid people stupid paper stupid machines stupid air conditioner stupid cough

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Any tips for lighting scenes when drawing? I find myself struggling with it the most

HMM mostly im always thinking about how much light there is, where its coming from, and how it hits the subjects

ambient light scenes (whether day or night) are the easiest because theres not really a direct light source, so its more general shading. but once you add a direct light source/subjects are close enough to block light, things start working differently

these TWO VIDEOS video about ambient light and color are pretty helpful if you dont know what it is/how to apply it

long explanation (with examples) under cut!!

im not always thinking about the lighting for my scene when im drawing unless i have something very specific in mind before i start, but even then i dont worry about it until im actually coloring and adding depth to the scene

this scene has both ambient light (night sky. blue arrows), and a harsh direct light (emergency lights. yellow). so theres soft rim lighting coming from the environment (light bouncing around), plus one direct light source. its a close, bright source so its harsh

this one is also a night scene but its just one light source. moonlight coming in through the window, blocked by the bunk bed. so only part of them gets hit by the light and its a little softer (more ambient). but theyre also close to each other and a wall, so less light will bounce between them. the wall is in almost complete shadow so bounced light wont really make it back to violet whos closest

this one is a general light source but their proximity is casting them (mostly clem at this angle) into shadow. the light source is being blocked (why i didnt put the light shine in her right eye). but you can see it still hitting clems right shoulder a bit because the light isnt blocked that far out

it can be really easy to get carried away with lighting and lose your source. when i find myself struggling with how an object will be hit by light, i'll add directional arrows (like i did here) to help me keep in mind how much light there is and where its coming from. you can also block out the shapes of the light and shadows like ive done here. i color by blocking out shadows and then adding more detail to the shadows and highlights

theres also different ways to apply light and shadows! some people like to start in light and block out shadows, and some people like to start in shadow and block out light. i mainly use the first method except for hair where i start from shadow to light for some reason. but depending on severity of light i might start in shadow

it might help to to think of your light like a flashlight. you can make the cone wider or smaller, and move it closer or farther. you can rotate it and angle it. the wider the cone of light, the more light hits your subjects, and the farther it gets, the softer it gets as it diffuses. you can have different flashlights producing different kinds of light at the same time from different directions and angles. have fun with it :)

also learn the different planes of your subject. theres a lot of planes on the face that im still memorizing, but knowing the surface of your subject will help you figure out how itll be affected when hit by light. a lot of things can be broken down into the simplest of shapes

#i hope this is helpful #replies with lexi #incognito #i like being able to share the things ive learned from classes and stuff #i think lighting is so cool #its kinda daunting especially when considering how it affects colors too but its still fun #bounce lighting is my favorite #OKAY i think i addressed everything.................

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tobacconist · 3 years ago

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i discovered the church of englands ‘daily hope line’ last night. its basically a freephone number with some prerecorded sermons and hymns that update daily. its lovely. im normally scared to go in churches because i am a wretched sinner but i truly did feel Gods love as i listened to the sermon about christ calling the fishermen. theres also some strange sleep asmr and ‘chair exercises’ on the number, elderly target audience i imagine. i need to find more numbers like this

i really, really, really do hate telephones. i do. i know we all do nowadays because we are a soy generation but i really do have an aversion to them. the mystic telling bone. its wicked. it has voices in it.

basically my networks telling me i need to make more calls because i make approximately 0 calls, and so im paying to make jus like 20 texts a month; so i was looking up random phone numbers to call. problem is, no call centres are open at midnight (my most active hours) theres phone numbers on everything, packages, books; everywhere. but none of them work except in the daytime (and i fear the daylight) i managed to get in touch with some kind of emergency vehicle service northumberland by deftly pressing random buttons. all i could choke out were the words ‘im sorry’ before hanging up. theres always suicide helplines. i do feel suicidal often, but not as much as before. i feel like id be wasting their time. an old man once told me, he volunteered for the samaritans hotline for a while, he said that women would ring up crying and saying they were going to kill themselves but as you talked to them youd realise that they were getting off on it and theyd tell you about how they were masturbating and there were repeat offenders who they had to keep blocking the numbers of. might start doing that. maybe. i dont want to waste peoples time for no reason. im just lonely! i dunno man, should i get into prank calling? not in a nasty way. jus for fun. idk, ive never liked prank calls. i just want someone to talk to i wish there was like a telephone omegle (like, when omegle was good) that jus hooks you up to a random other person and you have to chat

i need to find out how phone numbers work

as i understand it, there are usually 11 digits in a phone number. the first 2, or 4, or 5 have special meaning. that is as much as i can surmise naively. more research needed.

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oh-boy-me · 5 years ago

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Demon Outfits Discussed

The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!

I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read! Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.

Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them. We’re just harping on their fashion sense. Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.

Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.

Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms. It’s not even that good.

Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77 ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.

Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating. It’s the worst. 2/10, not 6.

Lucifer:

“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin

“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo

Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt. Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.

His shoes match his outfit. After last time that’s all I care about.

A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one? Is that a book? Dude has like 27 collars.

The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it. But uh. How about those red diamonds on his sleeves. They. They sure are there. (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)

Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead

The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it. HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.

The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.

Can he fly? Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair? Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.

The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing. Good job, Lucifer! I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.

Definitely the classiest outfit. You can tell they put care into it.

Mammon:

“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING! NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR. HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin

The whole thing does amazing with only three colors. We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey. It’s working so far.

Damn those pants sit low. No wonder literally all of you wear belts.

The leather jacket? The studs and harness? Bless. Justin calls it “the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.

Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though. It looks better in the back.

“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo

Honestly though? We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that. He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit. Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.

Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants. Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle? Because Mammon definitely won.

One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.

Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”

Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity. Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings. The center of gravity in the image is his shoes. Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.

Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.

Leviathan:

Diagonal zipper

“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan

He looks like an e-boy.

Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.

APPARENTLY the biggest hoe. Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt. I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out. Ok Levi, I see you.

The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.

Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit. It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.

The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.

Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between. Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender. What are his suspenders doing? What are they attached to? Are they holding anything up? Apparently not.

Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit. Cute!

The gloves are throwing us off though. Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves? I bet he has sweaty hands.

Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces? Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole? There’s even a button, just in case.

Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game. Should have just zipped his hood.

Satan:

HONEY.

“I hate everything about this.” —Megan

First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt. Does it only button down the back? Can he take it off?

Then he spilled bleach on his pants. Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.

Incredibly differing opinions on the belt. He got it in the cowboy department. Justin adores it. Jo despises it.

And are those… athletic slip ons?

And now the elephant in the room. The ribcage made of ribbons. The ribboncage. The idea is great! I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.

But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans. And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form. Not that it looks goofy. It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.

Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness. Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach. Ew.

The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office. (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)

“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin

On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green. Feels dangerous. Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though. Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.

That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.

I just????

Merry Christmas.

Asmodeus:

The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.

Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.

I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.

Starting with the good. The wings? Adorable. The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them? Adorable. One of the only good adjustments.

And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!

We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.

But once again, the shirt just has too much going on. The flowers. The buttons. The brick-pattern stitching. The brooch. The long collar. The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch. Sometimes less is more, Asmo.

That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt. It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry. Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.

The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea! But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink. And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink. Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm. Is he ok.

I’ve been avoiding the pants, but. The pants.

“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo

One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain. It’s too extreme on both ends. It should have been only half a leg of buckles. Not whatever this is. I still don’t think he can bend that leg.

The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.

Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.

We expected better from you, Asmo. I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.

Beelzebub:

He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”

Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.

The jacket? Stunning. “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin. It’s got puffy sleeves! And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it. Justin and Jo can’t.

I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.

“Why is it bucked in the back? Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan

Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.

I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face. Jo wants the white belt to be thinner. Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.

Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.

Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots. I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.

Can’t fault the twin belt, though. And the wing hole isn’t terrible.

Idk I guess. They knew what they wanted to do at least.

That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.

Belphegor:

“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin

A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.

Is it a hoodie? A jacket? A poncho? The cow print actually isn’t terrible. At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting. And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.

On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color. “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.

We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever. Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing. Feel like he didn’t need that many. Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.

There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back? Megan apparently finds that VERY important. Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow? Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7. Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.

Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.

It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but. Am I biased because I hate harem pants? Maybe. Are these harem pants too short on him? Yes. Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris? But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet. At least they look comfy.

If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down? Probably. That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.

The shoes are fine. I can enjoy a high topped sneaker. …Is that a security tag? Did he steal his shoes. Belphie stole his shoes.

On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty. But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.

Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon? He just looks like… a cow.

There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes. Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design. Is it dynamic? Is it recognizable? Jo ranked them as such:

1. Lucifer: 9/10. Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10. Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10. His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10. Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10. The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.

Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:

Mammon

Lucifer

Leviathan

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.

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druid-for-hire · 5 years ago

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new hadestown au: BIKER ! EURYDICE, in which she’s a rogue lone-wolf biker dwelling in the urban jungle of a Neo Tokyo-type city called Hadestown, wracked with biker gangs, violence, poverty, corruption, and civil unrest, still recovering and rebuilding from an apocalyptic event many years ago. Heavy-handed with the AKIRA inspirations here, haha.

She fights for herself on the dangerous streets, an illegal racer with a consistent top-three placement and a reputation for ferocity that earns her the money she needs to scrape by. And then she meets Orpheus: a dopey bartender who has no place being in her business.

okay okay okay i’m gonna be jumping around a lot here. be warned. thanks @supercantaloupe, @regzillas, @birdmanlyss for your contributions! (sorry if i missed someone it’s been a while)

she's a lone wolf in a city infested with biker gangs and it's brutal

she's run over plenty of limbs in her day

then there's orpheus, this gentle, kind-hearted soul, an indie musician and shes like. fuck. now i gotta keep this bastard safe

puts a long pipe with a mess of bolts and metal on the end in his hands and tells him he'd better buckle up and learn to fight the road

this sort of thing is common among biker gangs to cause destruction and knock people off their bikes onto the road. other types include mallets, hammers, baseball bats, etc

shes small but knows a lot of self defense and is very good at handling herself on the road

besides teaching orpheus to steel himself and yes use that pipe on people, push them off and jam it in their wheels and let it break if it does, she's gotta teach him to hold on while she pulls all this crazy shit on her bike

she avoids taking him on the road because having to fight people gives him so much stress but he also stresses about her so it's all weird

the first time orpheus sees her run over someones arm hes like ""???????????????????!!!!!!!!"

"Don't worry it doesn't happen often" "WHAT IS 'OFTEN'"

she has a red songbird on her helmet and flowers on her jacket

and flowers painted on her bike too probably

or patterns like on the album cover

orpheus thinks it’s the prettiest shit he’s ever seen

so eurydice races, right? everyones like “who is this tiny little upstart” and then she takes off her helmet and shakes out her hair and everyone loses it

somethingsomething ig hades (who is something of a crime boss here, similar to Tombstone from the Spectacular Spider-Man cartoon, but not so unambiguously villainous in nature) becomes a contractor and he catches her in like, a bad contract that's hard to get out of without some kind of consequence

and now orpheus has to topple a capitalist again

anyway she like, meets orpheus in this little bar he works at

it's about lower middle class, so it's not too bad but it's still mostly populated by like, poorer people and bikers, etc.

they meet and it's cool and fun blah blah Come Home With Me shit

also this is a scene:

biker!eury: we gotta cross through downtown orpheus: what???? but there's a riot going on there! right now! eury: that's too bad, it's the fastest way! that's why you get this! (tosses him her pipe weapon) orpheus, barely catching it: sajskhsfdfs ???? eury: and i am gonna take this. (kicks open a trunk and takes out a rifle) orpheus: ???????!!!!???!?? WHERE DID YOU GET THAT AND DO WE REALLY NEED IT eury: Yes we do now come on orpheus: H-HOW did you get it eury: (loads gun) no worries orpheus: No i have many worries HOW DID YOU--

actually, on this emergency ride, orpheus proves surprisingly competent with her pole weapon—ruthless even, and eurydice wonders just where and how the hell he learned that

the conversation she has with him about that is the same one where he shows her his old, old scars

(besides ruthless—orph has apparently learned how to pose and intimidate. he does stuff like putting the tip of the pole-pipe to the asphalt as they’re riding, skipping on the road and creating sparks)

eurydice loves her bike more than certain relatives

certain complications lead to it being destroyed by hades as punishment for doing him wrong. and it destroys her. that is her most trusted sacred bike, that thing has been with her since she was a teenager

once she repurposes that devastation into white-hot anger orph has to physically restrain her from hunting hades down and breaking his kneecaps with a thick lead pipe

he's never seen her this absolutely devastated and furious

he goes to persephone for more work because he wants to buy eurydice a new bike

he keeps it a secret from her until he leads her out to a garage, hands over her eyes

(some of these bits are copypasted from my friend @regzillas)

orpheus takes his hands off and says Tada!!! it's just like the old one, there's no painted birds but she can do that. She just stands there in total silence mouth open, and orpheus goes 'so? do you like it?' before she bursts into tears. and at first orpheus is like :O!!!!! oh no!!! do you not like it? and eurydice through sobs just says 'nobody's ever done something like this for me’

it's... beautiful, it's touching, it's deep and it's love and she's so in love and she loves him so much, and she cries and holds him close and takes him in and she's so overwhelmed by her emotions, full of the care that orpheus so freely gives to her; and it's a breath of newness, fresh air in the cycle of dread and bitter anger that haunts the city (but she's still going to find hades and shoot him in the foot)

he just holds her and kisses her head

they spend the day painting it, the day after he buys the bike

hand-painted. and they both leave their handprints in paint on it, like carl and ellie do on their mailbox in the beginning of Up

a significant amount of time is spent thinking of a good name

theres lots of joking and eurydice playfully shoves orpheus and he falls over into paint

okay i wrote something like. Obnoxiously long for orpheus. i sort of have his backstory in this down, but i don’t have anything for eurydice unfortunately :( suggestions are welcome! but first: Hermes

biker!au hermes owns a chain of bars, several of which find their patronage among the ruffian youth, several of which are more refined and serve the middle class, and another several of which serve the upper crust hermes has a hand in every world and it serves him pretty well, and his chain is a bit of a channel of communication and its unspoken rule that whatever socioeconomic class or gang or organization you're a part of, hermes' chain is neutral territory no fighting allowed

eurydice walks in and hermes just gives her a Look and taps the 'no fighting' sign and she huffs

hes >:( if anyone does try to start shit. the honor system is strong enough that usually the other patrons will just throw them out, and if there are really problems, they'll hear from hermes personally

he maintains a very strict "no bitching in my fucking kitchen" atmosphere

and now, Orpheus

this really is kind of akira but without the government conspiracies; the city is a neon corrupt hellscape that’s still struggling to rebuild after an apocalyptic event that wiped it all through. the city is wracked with frustration and violence and anger, there are still urban ruins everywhere and the scars of rebuilding and struggle are plain in every corner of life; plain to see are the shells of ruined buildings, gigantic boats levelled from the sea and left in the middle of inland sectors.

orpheus was abandoned by his mother at an early age—kind and timid, he had to learn fast how to be suspicious and cautious in cruel ways. he couldn’t land himself a spot in any of the groups that other ragtag raging folks had eked out for themselves, still too hesitant or ungraceful or young for any of them. sure, he made friends, sitting and talking with lots of people, but never got to really team up—all he could do was just fight for himself in the blown out corners of the city. weapons made from whatever he had. a young child already spitting blood and teeth in hadestown’s vicious ground-floor landscape.

hermes is his mother’s close old friend, though the times they see each other are few and far between. when he saw him, hermes hardly recognized her son, wild-eyed and clawed and alone in one of the city’s more dangerous neighborhoods, with a pole full of screws slung over his back. how did she lose track of her kid for so long? he thinks. and takes him in.

hermes eventually realizes that his mother didn’t lose him. meanwhile, tiny orpheus, kind-hearted orpheus, despises hermes at first. he’s full of suspicion and desperately wants to lean into hermes’ kindness, but the streets have taught him to hold back. he spits curses at him, though the words slide right off hermes’ shoulders. it’s not genuine. just frustrated. and picked off of the delinquents that were his friends, just like most everything else about him.

(hermes knows he’s gotten his trust when orpheus starts getting soft, when he’s crying over littler things; it means he’s been deemed safe to be vulnerable around, and he damn near starts crying himself.)

orpheus owns a little vespa! it’s covered in stickers, some of them worn out and old, some places with just the adhesive and the fuzzy white paper from where he tried to pull them off. some of them aren’t even proper stickers and just shit he peeled off from places while he was wandering around and stuck onto the vespa

even in canon i see him as the kind of guy who like. you look at him and think jesus how is this guy still alive he’s so noodly and soft, but he’s unexpectedly sort of street smart

anyway i mentioned this before but didn’t elaborate. biker au orph, to eury's surprise, does have his collection of scars, since he had a bit of a rough go at life

also he’s just ungainly and runs into shit

you can see em on his sketch page. he has a bit more than what’s shown, but what’s visible is a little slash across the bridge of his nose onto his cheek, and two on his left forearm. he probably has a stab scar in his side from just getting fucking knifed. the ones on his left forearm are from when a drunk coming out of a bar charged him with a fork

eurydice also has scars. kind of hard not to with the kind of life she lives

ok thats it. For Now. i don’t know how persephone or the fates or the workers factor in, if at all. I barely know how Hades factors in, mostly what i’ve said so far and that he does what he does to support himself and persephone. ah well! just have this

as this is extremely based off of AKIRA, i verily recommend listening to the movie’s soundtrack. besides the fact that it slaps hard as hell, the opening song, Kaneda’s Theme, has the perfect vibes for the city and the tone of eurydice and orpheus riding at night through it

#hadestown #hadestown art #hadestown fanart #hadestown au #broadway #musicals #biker au #my art #this au first came into being because i wanted eurydice with fingerless gloves

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Question what are some things you wanna see in season 3 of lone star? Character development, plots, anything

I want to see Tonya Kong write every episode. that's all. thanks for asking!

sadfkja I joke, I do have other ideas, but that is definitely high on my wish list! i'm gonna go through by character and talk about what I'd like to see for them, so this is gonna get quite long whoops...

the main thing that I'd like to see overall, though, would be evidence of an overarching season plan or arc - it doesnt necessarily have to be a plot that stretches through all the episodes or anything major, but I'd love them to have plotted out the season before they start. from watching this season and then reading interviews after the finale, they dont appear to plan many things from the start and end up throwing in ideas as they go along. if they plan it from the start they can foresee how theyre going to affect character development more, and they can have a bit more balance in the types of episodes they have, so that the season is less insane and more naturally ebb-and-flow with a few light episodes to break up the drama.

okay, onto the characters! just going to do this in billing order for simplicity's sake. customary reminder that these are just my own opinions and thoughts, and this is more of a wish list than a realistic expectation.

if you want to search for a specific character, ctrl F for one of these terms including the dash at the start:

-Owen

-Tommy

-TK

-Grace

-Judd

-Marjan

-Paul

-Carlos

-Mateo

-Nancy

press “j” to skip the whole post.

-Owen

okay so I'd love to see them actually develop his character. Owen has been given a lot of backstory with lots to play with development-wise, but to me it feels like the show never goes anywhere with it. he's got a lot going on what with 9/11, feeling responsible for the fates of his fellow firefighters, the codependence of his relationships etc. I'd like to see him go to therapy and see him grow some self awareness and seek to manage himself better, rather than all his screentime devoted to him being a hero when other characters have the situation handled. it would really show him as a good leader if he drew on the skills that his team has and refer to them for advice/ideas. realistically he is the main character, so I'd like them to develop him like one.

also, I kind of love the chief role for him? I think it would suit him really well. but it would drag him away from the 126 and split up the dynamics too much so it would make for bad tv and I wouldnt actually want to see that. good for his character though.

-Tommy

I love Tommy :) just wanted to say that.

so obviously Tommy's got a lot of grief to handle next season, and I don't want them to shy away from that. I want it acknowledged and processed. (I'd also like a little bit of seeing the twins' grief too, because they're also suffering a massive loss). maybe something with Judd helping Tommy learn to manage her grief with his own experience of losing the original 126, encourage her to go to therapy, plus Tommy, Grace and Judd all feeling the loss of Charles together. after all, Grace and Judd were his friends and they will be grieving too.

I'd also kind of like to see Tommy have something outside being a working mother. obviously we're going to need to deal with that a lot especially now that Charles is gone, but I feel like she's been assigned the Character TraitTM of being the working mum and I'd like to see them give her a hobby or something. idk. and give her a night off with Grace or something. give her something just for her.

-TK

okay so I think theres a fair likelihood that theyre going to return to looking at TK's addiction next season which im not averse to. I think him struggling with his sobriety would be worthwhile to see for his character and to show that its not a straightforward path, plus it makes sense with all the insane stuff they've thrown at them in s2. however, Id like to see it in the context of his friends and family rallying around to help and support him and show him that he's got people to rely on, and that he's allowed to rely on them, plus the support of his AA meetings and therapy. I also need them to lay the groundwork for him struggling, so putting in signs of him deteriorating so the situation makes sense. this storyline doesn't need surprises to be interesting or good, and frankly it shouldn't have any.

as for him and Carlos, I definitely want to see them househunting! I'd like to see the combination of househunting/Carlos with Tommy's kids/Grace and Judd having their baby have an impact on their perspectives regarding their future and spark that conversation (like, looking at houses with more rooms and thinking about kids, future, marriage etc). I think that maybe one of them, probably TK, or maybe both of them those boys have way too many parent issues having anxieties about being a dad could be an interesting way to add tension without being too drastic, and then that can be resolved in a way that reassures them of their relationship and reaffirms their strength as a couple. the talk about the future would also lay the groundwork towards a proposal at the end of s3.

-Grace

grace :) my love :)

I could watch episode after episode of Grace kicking ass and saving people over the phone. I'd love to see an episode set there? like, some kind of story within the call centre with all the handlers having to resolve that between them, but also tie in the first responders, so we see the fire team, the paramedics and Carlos all working but we only see the bits that Grace and the other call handlers hear, if that makes sense? also an actual Grace/Carlos team up where they are coming in from the different angles with different amounts of evidence and figuring out the best way to solve something together. plus I'd like to see her maybe get some recognition for being awesome at her job, maybe another handler coming to her for advice on how to solve something.

of course we've got the baby Ryder on the way, and I want that to go comfortably and smoothly for her. she deserves that. lots of wholesome excitement for her and Judd from the whole extended firefam, baby shower, gifts, the full works. pamper grace please.

-Judd

judd4captain2k22. please.

yeah I know its not gonna happen, but I loved judd stepping in as captain this season and I'd love to see that continued with him taking more leadership, and Owen deferring to him for advice/council in a work environment rather than personal life. maybe set up a long term idea about judd being a captain someday.

he's gonna be a dad :') so what are his anxieties about that? why were they putting it off before? was it related to his PTSD? he's got lots of people relying on him now, how does that make him feel? what if his kid loses him? id like to see him still using therapy as a tool to help himself deal with everything. lots of meaty questions to dig into there :D

-Marjan

I'd quite like to see more of her balancing her daredevil nature with the impact of that and realising how much danger she puts herself in sometimes. or on the flip side, maybe the team is dealing with a really dangerous situation and they utilise her fearlessness to save people. her relationship with social media could also come back? but bring in the development they gave her this season, and her Firefox presence is more serious, less flippant?

I think that theres now a space for her to explore her sexuality/romantic experience now that she hasn't got her engagement with Salim as a kind of failsafe. maybe she wants to put herself out there and date, but thats really daunting as shes never really had to do that before? personally I think this could tie in really well with a self discovery/exploration regarding her sexual orientation, but I doubt they’d go there with her, so thats just my headcanon.

-Paul

I want them to draw on Paul’s observational skills and perceptiveness more, especially on calls and in emergencies. I remember someone (sorry I cant remember who) pointed out that he would have been a great character to centre the arsonist plot around in terms of noticing the clues etc, so id love a storyline that revolves around him dealing with an emergency like that. I also really want a Carlos and Paul friendship so maybe them collaborating on a call to solve something, that’d be cool.

can we give Paul a girlfriend please. if im not complely insane, there was a reference to someone in like,, 2x04?? someone who put mayo in his sandwich? idk I havent checked (edit: it was aioli in his banh mi! thank you @meneatyoghurt), but if there is someone can we show him having a fun and loving relationship please. I dont need there to be any drama. just them having fun on a date or something.

-Carlos

so I know that some people are keen to see him in his police role more but I really don't need much of that. on calls with the 126 I'd like to see him be the officer in charge more, but I don't need police-exclusive storylines. I've talked about it here if you want to know why.

the only area that I'd like to see would be in the direction of reform/addressing the flaws of the system, and I think they can do that on a personal level for him, because he and Mitchell need a chat. if they'd gone with her decision in 2x08, he, Mitchell and the bank robber would all be dead, and I think thats gotta have some impact. also the fact that he was suspended for trying to preserve life. theres a lot they could work with there and maybe have him thinking about how he can do good and how he can effectively protect and serve. not to mention, the opportunity that would provide in terms of addressing his relationship with his dad and how he maybe sought approval by pursuing a police career?

also I’d like him to learn that he doesnt need to accept blame/preemptively put blame on himself and that he doesnt need to apologise when someone else hurt him. kind of want to send him to therapy. kind of want to send all the characters to therapy. but yeah, him learning that he can accept apologies and understand that he doesnt have to make people feel better for hurting him. hes allowed to be hurt and feel pained about it. and that can tie into his relationships with Mitchell, with TK and with his parents.

I think I mentioned most of the tarlos stuff in TK’s section, but I wouldn't mind at least one instance for them where we see it all from his perspective instead of TK’s.

finally ive mentioned above how i’d like a team up with Paul on a scene and both of them figuring it out together. I'd also like them having a friendship outside work, just the two of them, bonding over books and being relatively sane people compared to the rest of their friends.

-Mateo

Mateo is so sweet. I loved 2x14 and the recognition he got, more of that please! also theres still so much I want to know - one of the more consistent things they set up for him in s2 was his faith, so I want to know more about that. what's his relationship with religion and God? he's pretty isolated from his family so how does he feel about that? is his religion something that helps him feel connected to them? maybe the church helped him find a community when he first came to the states, before he got settled with the 126, and he finds reassurance in faith that God is looking after his family while he cant be there? I think maybe there's scope for a conversation between Marjan and Mateo about that, about that distance and caring for their families through faith and prayer.

also, if he's still with the horrible firehouse, I'd like to see the other firefighters being won round by his resilience and stepping up to look out for him, and someone backing him up against the captain. Mateo is used as the butt of the joke most of the time, but I'd also like to see a bit more acknowledgement of things like losing his house and the bullying hes going to get more of from this firehouse.

-Nancy

I think that her speech to Tommy in 2x14 was really telling, and I'd love to see them expand on that a bit more. first on the loss and fear of losing her friends and coworkers, but then also on her hopes and aspirations - she said she wants to be a paramedic captain so lets see her working to take her exams and qualifications, and showing initiative on scenes etc.

id like to see more of her being integrated into the 126 group. she and marjan turned up to the hangout together, so lets develop that relationship more. I would love it to be romantic but I'd also love to see that as a friendship. but also her forming bonds with others in the group as well as more of her and TK being a chaos duo. I love that they stole the ambulance, more of that insanity please!

I think thats it? if youre still reading, youre insane and I appreciate you a lot! honestly im open to all sorts of things in s3, this isnt a prediction or anything, its just stuff I think would be interesting based on where the characters are now.

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