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[witchinatree]

and what if i said jonmartin are two parts of one whole now. what if i said tmagp22 was just one big "do not separate them" meme.

[saltygirafe]

when woe speaks part 1

Wednesday has a new obsession, and its name is Enid Sinclair

I had expected my first real brush with death—one neither at my hand nor my brother’s—to be thrilling. It must be said that feeling all the warmth pool out of my body was a riveting experience I was ready to embrace.

But as I was going cold, before Goody came to my rescue, something felt wrong. I was afraid—who wouldn’t be, even one as much at peace with their own mortality as I am. More than anything, I was afraid to leave the school unprotected, the case forever unclosed. A new fear, among all of the world-changing ones, surprised me.

I could feel my heartbeat. Far from its usual slow pulse—slow enough to trick medical personnel into pronouncing me dead on a whim, it was instead pounding in my bones. What was I missing? There was nothing else I could do. I had failed already, what was the point in rehashing my failure?

Holding onto fears in our last moments is futile. They bring nothing but torment we can never resolve.

I was unable to chase the thoughts away. Not only had I failed myself and everyone, I had failed Enid. Despite our spats and disagreements, she had believed in me more than anyone. Supported me even though I had hurt her—even though I didn’t deserve it. Now I was leaving her behind with all my problems to solve.

I think—I think from that fear burgeoned the unthinkable: yearning. I, Wednesday Addams, found myself yearning for another chance. One more go to save Enid, to prove my worth; to gain my own place in the world.

It was hard to believe how eagerly I jumped at the occasion to evade death a little longer. It remains to be seen if Death will ever forgive me. I do hope this rejection hasn’t burned any bridges for the future. I would hate to find myself living longer than what I had decided, simply because I wanted to protect…friends.

***

Enid’s arms were fragile. They could be snapped with the right amount of tension, or ripped apart with a simple knot tied to a weight, thrown out a window.

Her body could be shredded with blades, trampled by horses, or cracked like an egg dropped on pavement. She might be small enough to survive the iron-maiden I received for my birthday last year, fitting snugly between the spikes—just like I fit in the crook of her neck.

The stench of wet earth mixed with the salt of fresh blood filled my lungs with every breath as I allowed her to hold me. It was the least I could offer, after she’d fought the Hyde to protect me. I allowed it—even going as far as to reciprocate.

Not out of affection, or friendship. No. But she did deserve it, after everything she had been through because of me. My being haunted by the scent of her wet hair, covered in muck and hemoglobin, was unrelated.

***

Ever since that night, I would wake with the scent of rain on my mind. Musky, petrichor scent clinging to my senses even as I was wrenched from my nightmares.

“I would rather start the day impaled,” I told Thing, as his fingers inquisitively tapped on my bedside table. Had he still been in possession of his body, he would have cocked his head to the side—instead the knob of wrist left on him twitched with intrigue.

I didn’t feel like elaborating on my most recent woes, so I simply uncrossed my arms and rose out of bed.

No doubt my parents would soon appear to remind me we were to depart for Nevermore promptly, and I had no interest in enduring their doting longer than necessary. I had been packed for days—not for any particular anticipation of my return to campus, or enthusiasm at the idea of seeing everyone again, it was simply a practicality. To accelerate the process of leaving the manor and spending as little time in a confined space with father and mother—watching them be at each other’s beck and call, filled with overt affection and never ending hormones — had been especially grating to my sanity as of late.

I could wait to return to school, but I would rather not. The faster I was out of the house, the better. Mother had insisted on holding regular sessions to refine my gift as best as possible, but the visions had never been a pleasant process for my psyche—in the torturous way that would render me vulnerable, and not the fun way that would inevitably drive me to psychosis.

Even Enid’s incessant nagging felt like better torture to subject myself to. 

Against all logic and rational thought, I got in the car with a beat to my step worthy of a funeral procession.

“My, Wednesday, you seem in a less sour mood than usual today,” Mother told me, no doubt referring to the way I had sat down without first adjusting my skirt to avoid creasing it.

“Banish the thought,” it was intended as a dismissive statement, but even I had no choice but to notice the lack of any bite in my tone. It only drew a wider, more twisted smile across my mother’s face. What a pain.

As I closed my eyes to ignore my parents overt displays of affection, my skin tightened at the memory of Enid’s spine-breaking hold. She had run to me with such relief I hadn’t the strength to move out of the way. The matted strands of her hair still tickled my nose.

I wiped at the phantom sensation as the car slowed in front of the gates. My chest shrunk over my lungs, giving me hope I was asphyxiating due to a severe allergic reaction to the fall colors, but I quickly realized my hopes were in vain. This was merely the result of my senseless daydreaming, now coming true.

I had missed these grounds, ironically. After all, never had I encountered such diverse dangers until I stepped foot on them. What could this semester have in store for me? I was dying to know.

Perhaps this time, I would witness death in a whole new fashion. I had already dated a psychopathic serial killer, so I could check that off the bucket list, but there were still so many entries left.

I still had to discover a new disease, outsmart a tortured evil genius, and be burned at the stake for sorcery before I turned 20. I could not afford—

“Wednesday!” Enid’s form appeared in my peripheral vision as I disembarked from the family vehicle. 

At once, I was back in her blood soaked arms, the night we defeated Crackstone, taking in the metallic smell coating her body. What a sight it had been—of course it would become a recurring vision. She was perfect, in that moment, and I—

“Wednesday?” She sounded worried, then. I realized I hadn’t acknowledged her presence, or flinched away when she approached with open arms.

She’d stopped on her own before touching me, now concerned by my lethargy. “Enid,” I droned, planting both my feet into the ground and letting go of the door. “It seems there are still shades of pink you hadn’t assaulted my eyes with yet.”

A righteous smile illuminated her features again, curving the pale lines across her left cheek along. “I see you’ve taken good care of your wounds. They’ve barely left a mark. How disappointing.”

Her hand rose to the scars, as if suddenly they’d started hurting again. “Oh these? Yeah…” The smile was gone already.

“Are you embarrassed by them?” She didn’t reply. An uneasiness settled in my stomach at the feeble twitch of her lips as she tried to recover. “Scars are tales carved into flesh,” I assured her, ��you should be proud of them.”

“That’s what my mom said too—”

“Plus, you got them protecting” me. Fighting Tyler off me, putting herself in harm’s way to save me even though I hadn’t shown any similar inclination previously, instead putting her and the others in danger myself. “ —your friends. They are proof of your courage, and your loyalty.”

My hand twitched with an instinct to reach over and remove hers from her face. It was imperceptible to the untrained eye, but I had learned to always be aware of every movement of my body, in the case one of my appendages decided to rebel and I had to cut it off before the insubordinate member spread its sentience to others. I knew.

Enid beamed again, this time enveloping me in a tight embrace without leaving me a chance to recoil. I don’t know that I would have, either way.

Instead of her usual overbearing perfume, she smelled of autumn leaves and cemetery grass. Had she buried someone recently? 

I decided not to unearth that body, just yet. It would be a topic for another time. My parents were already unloading the car of my belongings, and I refused to let them imagine for even a second I was anything but neutral about returning to Nevermore.

My eyes found Enid’s prim face following me like a lighthouse every time I looked over. When it was time to walk to our room, she turned to my family before I could.

“I got it from here. They’re being very strict about who we let into the buildings after well—oh, I’m sure you’re not up to anything, but the school, uh”

“We can never be too cautious after what happened, yes.” Mother looked at father with playful eyes. What was she imagining? “Well then, Wednesday, we’ll see you on the crystal ball next weekend.”

“Goodbye, my Wilting Flower. Do your worst.” My father kissed my head, and they were off. Thing climbed up Enid’s shoulder to wave at them.

“Thing! Oh, I can’t wait to show you my new nail kit, I got it for my birthday and—”

Enid picked up one of my bags as she talked, unprompted, and made her way into Ophelia Hall, expecting me to follow.

She seemed to have grown over winter break. Her shoulders were broader, and her hair a little wilder. How many full moons had it been? How many new scars could she hide under makeup and clothing? I found myself more intrigued by her than I had been before, still thinking of the way blood dripped into her eyes as she saw me alive, tears mixing with dirt on her face.

I followed inside, grabbing the rest of my luggage stiffly. Perhaps the first mystery to solve was of my newfound obsession with Enid Sinclair. How quickly could her claws empty a human of its blood? How thrilling. My stalker could wait. If they tried anything I had a werewolf to protect me, after all.

[tayfabe75]

April 16, 2024: A pop-up library appears at The Grove in L.A. as part of the promotion for The Tortured Poets Department, featuring a typewriter with the letters "t" and "b" askew. (source)

[godheadjones]

wednesday addams is jughead jones coded no I do not make the rules I state the facts

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

why do they say "hello" in that weird voice on Hello Little Girl

[lizzardtown]

new theme let's hope it worked

[shittysawtraps]

Hello Jeff. On the table before you is a typewritter, I need you to write a bad joke. No, Jeff, that one's actually good. Write another. Jeff, they have to be bad jokes. Jeff, please. Enough, just leave. You've disappointed me enough for today. Just come back tomorrow. Yes, the usual time.

[snake-of-sisyphus]

And with your help, we can get this to 10k people to ask about the context for hotdog headaches

why am I getting my weird hot dog headaches again I ain't even had a hot dog in years

[foolishlovers]

COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are either students or professors at college/university.

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Catch Me When I Fall by Ghostinthehouse (G, 666) Later, at home, they laugh openly about it, and lay bets on how long it will be before this year's undergraduates catch on that they are married. "Your turn to drop a clue next, angel," Crowley drawls from where he sprawls with his feet on Aziraphale's lap.

A New Adventure by Arielavader (T, 1k) Crowley did not expect the new guy in their D&D group to be so… gorgeous.

Emporium by wingeddeanmon (Not Rated, 1k) Aziraphale's friends ditch him at the local goth store. The employee working is friendly, and he soon develops a crush.

Ineffable Professors by spoondrifts (G, 2k) After noticing all the blatant pining, the classes of Mr. Fell and Dr. Crowley join forces to set up their respective teachers.

The Best College Parties are the Ones that You Leave Early by MariMoon812 (T, 3k) For a moment they just started at each other as Crowley’s spinning head tried to comprehend what, exactly, was happening. Was this one of the professors? No, he clearly wasn’t that old, but then why was he dressed like that? Was it a hipster thing? Did the guy also have an antique typewritter that he used to write history papers? What? Why was he just staring at him? Just as Crowley was beginning to short circuit, the boy squinted at him and leaned forward slightly. “Erm…” “Why are you wearing sunglasses?” “Huh?”

But Together We Have it All by HolyCatsAndRabbits, Dannye Chase (T, 3k) College student Aziraphale discovers that it might not be so bad having terrible roommates if he’s got a handsome fellow student offering the use of his couch for the night. Especially if it seems he’s got a crush on Aziraphale. Really especially if it seems he needs rescuing from his own awful roommates. A Good Omens human AU written for the Good Omens Holiday Exchange on Dreamwidth.

Poor Men by smol_bird (G, 3k) What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (G, 4k) “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.” No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

Seven Minutes In Hell by AppleSeeds (T, 4k) Being trapped in a cupboard with the guy he has such an intense crush on he can hardly speak to him is bad enough, but things get even worse for Crowley when he starts having a panic attack and Aziraphale sweetly comforts and cares for him.

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau (E, 5k) Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend. Who, absolutely, definitely doesn't feel the same. Does he?

Miracles (Or How to Fall in Love) by hope_in_the_dark (T, 6k) “Group project,” the blond guy chirped. “We’re partners.” “Fuck,” Crowley said.

Borrowed Time by NaroMoreau (E, 6k) Meeting a stranger by chance will make Aziraphale face things he hadn't expected.

Comfort and Joy by musegnome (M, 9k) “Extra-large peppermint mocha, triple espresso, double whip!” called the barista. Crowley stepped forward and claimed his giant sugar-drenched monstrosity. The whipped cream ballooned over the rim of the paper cup, and the whole thing shed crumbles of crushed peppermint candy.  Aziraphale’s eyes widened at the sight of it. In awe? Horror? Crowley couldn’t tell.   He didn’t want to leave, not yet, but as he looked around he didn’t see an open table. Not even so much as a bar stool.   “Er – were you planning on staying?” Aziraphale asked, a little shyly. “I’ve got an extra seat.”   Written for the Good Omens OTP Prompts Event.

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo (T, 9k) Every afternoon, a man in a velvet waistcoat sits on the bench by the stone fountain and eats ice cream. Every afternoon, Crowley watches him from his office window. One day, he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to him.

Secrets by AppleSeeds (M, 10k) When their housemates invite friends around, Crowley and Aziraphale get roped into a game called 'Secrets'. Having played the game before and therefore knowing what might happen, Crowley tries to manipulate the outcome to protect Aziraphale, who is feeling pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing. By the end of the night, however, some secrets will inevitably end up being revealed, but not all of them in the way that Crowley expected.

Just Around the Corner by accidentaldemon (M, 11k) "I don't live far, if you, ya know, don't mind sharing a bed." He swallowed thickly. This was definitely not how he had planned his evening to pan out. “I’m Crowley, by the way. Well, Anthony Crowley technically, but I prefer Crowley.” “Aziraphale." - All Crowley wants to do is leave the party and go home to study. But then he meets a cute boy with absolutely angelic curls who's in desperate need of a bed for the night.

The Summoning by AppleSeeds (M, 15k) Aziraphale's horrible university housemates convince him to accompany them to an old, supposedly haunted, abbey on Halloween. He's not worried about ghosts, Aziraphale is pretty sure they don't really exist, but when his housemates send him into the toilets alone to perform a ritual that's intended to summon a demon, Aziraphale can't help but be afraid. Surely it's not that easy though. Surely a demon won't just appear because he asked it to? Will it?

i was in love (with the place in my mind) by weatheredlaw (E, 17k) There are so many things neither of them can change — how they met, the things they did, the words they said. It’s happened, it was probably always going to happen. And what it is, he can’t say, what he feels is almost too great for any one language. Inutterable, unspeakable — Ineffable.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (M, 19k) Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips. Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

Convergent Evolution by AppleSeeds (T, 22k) Genetics PhD student Crowley meets Aziraphale at a workshop in the second year of his PhD, and they quickly become incredibly close friends. Crowley longs for there to be something more between them, but as the years go by, they seem destined to spend their careers living at opposite ends of the country. That is, until Aziraphale shows up again in Tadfield, back where their friendship began seventeen years ago, with some very exciting news.

Free Trial Boyfriend by MrsCaulfield, angelsnuffbox (T, 37k) Overall, Anthony Crowley considered himself a lucky fellow, with his good looks, good grades and a full ride swimming scholarship. There really wasn't much he can complain about. But his real struggle was that he's completely, maddeningly in love with his best friend - a strong, passionate and oblivious angel who, even after a full year of pining, still can't seem to get the hint, no matter how many times Crowley has tried to flirt with him. - Crowley would never forget the day that the angel first talked to him, for he was certain that was the day that all the clocks around the world began suddenly moving.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed.   From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Joint Honours by FeralTuxedo (E, 43k) PhD student Aziraphale is busy enough with his studies at Tadfield University. But at the start of a new semester, his measured routine gets shaken up by the sudden responsibility of teaching, the arrival of an irresistible new house mate, and a mysteriously flirtatious sausage roll.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E, 66k) Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

[You can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

[williammorgan45]

Okay. After many bad thoughs of 'it's not good!' and 'It looks so bad!' I decided to bring my courage and post this. Ladies and gentlemen, I present you my Smilling Critter Space Rider AU from @onyxonline: Alan Crane. It's not a big master piece but I wanted to give it a try to express how much I like Onyx work and hope to see more. Here some story behind my character if you want to read. Origins: Alan wasn't always a Space Ranger. Hell, he didn't wanted to become one in the first place but after what The Prototype did to his home, his loved ones and his planet, he had no choice since that was the only way to not become a blind follower or die by them. Alan, since he was a kid, experimented awful nightmares almost every night. He would wake up with a cold sweat or almost screaming in fright. His parents noted his deminor on how he acted and allways asked if he was okay but he would say "Just a bad dream. I'm okay." His parents where concern but decided to not push his son to something he wasn't comfortable with. Alan before joining lived a somewhat silent but lonely life. He wasn't a the type of social butterfly. He was your typical silent kid who really liked coffee, for some reason(It kept him awake for most of the whole day.) He didn't share much of himself since he didn't like people much but he was fine with that. School was boring but at least he could read in peace without any trouble. He just fine with him, a nice read and coffee. They could call him boring but he was fine with that. It's not like his life could change for the worst. ...Right? (TW: Blood and death.) He was 15 when he saw them...When he saw the panic...When he ran to his house in fear something bad happen to his parents...When he saw them on the floor bleeding and not responding...When he dug up his father flashlight and revolver...When he took aim and fired to the many followers that wanted him dead for the sake of their GOD It was a nightmare...But he was wide awake.

(Alan fighting against followers of The Prototype before joining the Space Rangers.) For a whole week he fought against several followers and hidding away from them. The red smoke didn't covered the whole planet he was allways on the move but he's body was getting weaker with every day and he was getting low on supplies and ammo. Countless nightmares bombarded him everytime he closed his eyes just for a single night. He was slowly lossing his sanity with every night. It was a miracle that after a week and a half, a group of Space Rangers recived information about possible survivors on the planet. When he found them, he almost thought it was his mind giving him false hope and almost shot one of them in fear but one of them assured him that he was fine and okay. After that, he went with them After calming his down and almost drowning himself with coffee the they offered on their HQ, Alan told them about about what really happen. How it all went to hell in a single day. How he lost everything and everyone he loved. After that he didn't say anything more after that. 5 years passed and since he didn't have a place to live since then, one of the sugested if he wanted to join the Space Rangers. Since he have some 'experiance' dealing with some followers, maybe he can help. Until he is relocated to a new home. Alan was a little skeptical about the offer...Well, very much skeptical. Him? A Space Ranger? He had doubts...But it was better that staying on the remnants of his home and fightng to survive. From there he lived and learned hoe to defend himself with the instructors in the Space Ranger HQ and graduated. He still have nightmares every night but he's slowly learning to mask his corncern on them. And it somewhat helps the fact that he uses a typewritter to help him unload his burden by writing his nightmares. Like it or not, he was an official Space Ranger. Now if only he can understand why this purple cat with the waning crescent moon symbol and a dog with with a sun as a symbol too would always sit with him at Kissys's when his drinking his coffee and asking me if he slept well... ...Goddamn it. He needs more coffe for this.

And scene! If you read it trough the end, thank you! If you can leave a heart and if this goes well, I might post more of this I don't know ;P Anyway chao and have a good one.

[cande1abra]

Professor England Pottertalia rambles #2

Ok, so professor England teaches in Hogwarts but he would absolutely ditch using quills and partchment in favor of notepads and pens.

Muggleborns and halfbloods look at him in awe and shock to see their professor pull out a typewritter in the middle of class and purebloods just tilt their heads in confusion on what the fuck kind of foreign contraption did their professor bring this time??

England would totally be doing both government work and teaching at the same time. He goes to his office, finishes his lesson plan and then whips out his trusty typewritter and does his reports.

He wears muggle clothing during the weekends.

He keeps muggle snacks in his office that he offers to students sometime. Most of them were given to him by America.

Many muggleborn and halfblood students frequent his office just for tea and candy.

There were definitely some poor pureblood students that he got addicted to muggle snacks.

Some people think he's a muggleborn because of his muggle habbits and extensive knowledge of the muggle world.

He would either be a History professor or a guidance counselor.

Let's be real here- Hogwarts needs a guidance counselor.

He's an excellent duelist.

He has an affinity to using wandless magic and is really skilled at it.

Would definitely share his wandless techniques to anyone interested.

The students (most of them) are fond of him.

Teachers think he's odd but nice.

[bacchicly]

Well that was the most interesting rabbit hole I've fallen down in awhile... They sell converter kits.as well as converted typewriters which are super facisnating how they seem to work.

Very very cool. And if you have 3 to 4 hours... And a typewriter - the conversion kit is definitely not ridiculously expensive...although I know both the money and the time is more than I have right now...however...still so interesting.

Thank you @snailsandpuppy-dogtails and @alphacrone for leading me down such a merry path.

i need like. a typewriter that saves everything i write as a word doc but also doesn’t have a screen so i can detox from screens for five fucking minutes when i write

[cerastes]

IS3 question: how do you deal with emergency Out of Control on higher Waves numbers with any sort of consistency? Or like, even at all, outside a run with perfect collectibles?

The bonethrowers start strutting toward the exit with around 35% of their big ass HP bars left, and they just about onehit even my strongest units, so it’s extremely difficult to get any damage on them before they decide it’s time to head out and take your whole squad with them.

I can’t even begin to imagine how I’d build my squad to accommodate this stage given all the other killers you have to deal with and the strain on your resources. Any advice?

On higher Waves, like 12 and above, the best strategy is really to avoid Out of Control as best as you can. Dealing with it with no losses on higher Waves is pretty difficult, it is in fact one of the hardest maps, period, due to the way the stat multipliers just send the very high stats of the berserkers into space, and it's a pretty demanding map in terms of roles. It's not impossible but when doing Out of Control at highers Waves, always be prepared to lose a few Lives if it means clearing, as opposed to trying to not lose any and crumbling entirely. Taxes Omertosa and Kirin Yato S3s are good due to their ability to deal good damage safely, Fortresses (Horn, Firewhistle, Ashlock) are very good since they can be more freely deployed than ranged units (who initially only have the right tile and the mid upper tile) and have great range and damage, making them good at killing Bonethrowers. Paired with other damage dealers, Muelsyse Melee S3 and Eunectes S2 are great since they Stun blocked enemies for the duration of the Skill, making the rushers way more manageable. Pozy S3 is extremely good here due to the Typewritter. Trapmasters like Dorothy and Robin kick their asses with CC mines due to their high Physical damage and ability to keep them in place, as well as Out of Control having great Trapmaster tiles. Global attackers like Goldenglow and Ambriel work well on lower Waves, but not too well later unfortunately, due to their ballooning RES and HP being too much for them, respectively. Shifters have a bit of a hard time since the rushers' only real big lane to push them far into is the upper row which is well covered by Bonethrowers, so they only really pay dividends if you have ways to kill the Bonethrowers relatively quickly.

In terms of gameplan, you usually want the center and upper right Bonethrowers eliminated ASAP, while throwing excess means of damage at the left ones. Secure the right side to cover for fodder, take the right ranged tile and aim left or up to kill the Bonethrowers with a Marksman or anything that can reach (Fortresses can do this from Melee tiles), and use the mid upper ranged tile to the left to target whichever Bonethrower you aren't attacking first (I recommend aiming the top ranged unit to the right so that way they have better coverage of the rushers once the times comes). From here on, it really depends on what you're packing, but you ideally clear the map from right to left, and save skills as best you can for rushers. If you don't think you can avoid losing Lives, just pop skills to kill the earliest rushers and deal with the situation as it evolves.

Certain items make this map MUCH easier, like Civilight Eterna (their innate health loss is in fact True Damage, and it is amplified by Civilight), reduce enemy HP items in general (their innate health loss is a flat value, Bonethrowers lose 350 HP per sec, Leaders (aka rushers) lose 500 HP per sec, and their big HP pools makes the % based reduction good), Glory Pack if you have plenty of Fast Redeploy units like Executioners and Merchants (essentially lets you stunlock them!), Fincatcher's Shawl literally wins you the map instantly and is the best Out of Control item unless you have no ranged units at all, End of Times is, well, for obvious reasons, really good for this map lmao, and anything that extends CC duration especially if you combo with items that inflict damage while CC'd assuming you have consistent sources of CC. There's more utilities but those are the ones I rely upon personally.

Higher Waves Out of Control, not even the Emergency version, is an infamous run-ender. I personally handle it by sacrificing a few lives early if I can afford it to the first couple of rushers so I can bring out a strong latemap composition into the field, take out the second pair of mid and upper Bonethrowers, and then open the map up with units fresh and ready to cover the killer upper lane. I wish I could give you Magic Killer Strat but it's a difficult map that you never know really well what you'll have going into it. Hell, I try to make my Operator examples in these of varying rarities, but you can see how I mostly used 6* Operators as examples.

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Random thoughts

Johanna the den

Katniss tried to find out where the den was to find out where Prim was going. Or she knew about the den prior to this.

How did Katniss react to Gale getting demoted for physical altercations with Peeta? (The physical altercation took place in an evening.

Prim once showed Katniss the den(nurses hang out there alot) but Katniss hated the smell of morphling. Prim hadn't gone through the paperwork to drink morphling yet.

Peeta painted his hospital room so as to not see Snowy colors

Theories that Hijacked Peeta hated loving Katniss and Peeta's SA delusions in my fic. It fits like a glove

Peeta only had vague memories if the SA delusions were shown false he could have some base of memories like the night before the arena or times he had a boner accessible to him. But he based his conclusion that Katniss was grieving him on her current behavior and extrapolated looping past memories. His memories could support either conclusion by that point such as they were.

He guessed his pre hijacking favorite colornwas purple by treating his pre hijacking self like assessing the themes of a fictional character.

Katniss probably didn't expect Peeta to come so hard agianst her going to the capitol she did all this work for nothing. If the assassination represents Peeta's gone and I must die, or just pure despair and rage then Peeta has to come with. Going to add that to "beginning of Katniss's rotation." Seeing Katniss try to persuade Peeta is going to be interesting.

Sometimes Peeta sees hallucinations of random stuff from his past, like the fic campfire which describes Peeta Seeing illusions of Ceasar Flickermen. As stated in my fic, with the descriptions of what Peeta's guard does Peeta is obliged to tell his guards about any hallucinations. Katniss has to hear about images she might recognize. It could be brain damage from the mind breaking pill or a flashback that also projects other images from his mind. Morphling which Peeta drinks alot of also cuases hallucinations. In October 5th see saw a random Seam person, Katniss recognized as 12 year old Gale, a type of flower that grew in his mom's garden, and a sink from the bakery. The flashes of his pre hijacking self appeared like scattered debris at random or from an association.

Since Peeta was given cognitive insensitivity to Pain by the capitol so that the original assassination (attack on Katniss) would be even harder to stop, that means Peeta may get bruises but not notice it. The handcuffs (in my fic) he probably is feeling a different sensation then Pain like heavy pressure he also likes tasering himself. There are people irl with that condition who walk on hot coal. Katniss's reaction to seeing Peeta injure himself-rest on radiators. Peeta remembers what Pain is but can't feel new pain.

This condition was given prior to the mind breaking pill in order to prevent the mind breaking pill seizures from killing him (by the capitol)

Katniss lost her appetite on the 3rd day and didn't feel like eating on the 4th. She went through the motions of eating from the 5-7 and had to have nurses feed her in the hospital.

Peeta tried cooking her things to get her to eat given that he was given responsibility for aiding Katniss's recovery. (?) Well Katniss would have even more access to Peeta's food since he cooks just to do something as per episode management. Peeta likes how happy she feels when he gives her stuff. (He likes spreading joy through his cooking in general)

Unknown if Katniss would actually feel joy at receiving food from Peeta or not since Peeta isn't fully back yet. Though Katniss must appreciate that as broken as Peeta is he still makes every effort to prevent her from suffering. He is partially willing to do memory restoration so she does not get hurt.

Guards have a 40 minute documentary made by the hospital in 13 starting with

It has slides with 1980s typewritter noises Katniss found that noise disturbing. This film made Katniss fear for her life even more and increased her self hatred.

Intro

For our new citizens to perform their civic obligations they must conquwr the capitol presence in their minds. From X to Y the capitol special science division conducted Project Shotgun with the aim pf converting Soldiers Mellark and Cresta into muttations with the sole aim of killing Everdeen and Odair. To defeat this presence our great leader Alma Coin has ordered what she terms "exposure therapy" this is the ultimate test of discipline for our new citizens. They can't do it alone that's why a rotation has been ordered. The doctors in 13 have created a film for you to explain what you will be doing as a guard.

Mellark and Odair

for hijacking itself they used a captured capitol film explaining it to students it was found in D2 following the capture of the nut. it is a 15 minute video describing different stages and approaches to hijacking. Katniss wanted to leave the room but she wasn't allowed.

Effects of hijacking

Cognitive insensitivity to Pain

Episodes

Immunity to poisons

Damage to memory recall

Truama episodes

Footage of Annie and Peeta in the hospital

Images of their brains

Warning signs

Stages of an episode

Peeta dozing off

Scars and rashes

Headache

Memories of pain

Triggers

Methods of controlling episodes in each stage

Grounding

Touching

Drawing and writting

It included film of Peeta and Annie describing episodes

Recording of Beetee explaining a incapacitor device and the elasticuffs

Drawings of hallucinations

Film ends with "all hail Coin".

The documentary was aired on d13 television and Peeta watched it. He went absolutely nuts that it was aired. He was suprised that 13 didn't hate him as a result. 13 not hating him and being supportive encouraged him.

Peeta and Annie hosted a radio show with a studio in the hospital including audiopropos,frontline reports and interviews

Squad 452

1. Propo posters

2. Some propo films

3. Radio

Annie is a wrestler

Combat news capitol forces raise militia for defense of the capitol

Capitol attempts to supply anti rebel insurgents in D2 and D5.

Forces deployed in the rocky mountains to provide defense in depth to the capitol

Snow expressed willingness to use nuclear weapons to "restore order and exterminate rebel vermin"

Mutts and bombers released to districts delay rebel advance by distrusting rebel reconstruction efforts.

Last minute Attempts to create resupply for Capitol defenders. Snow tells capitol they will preservere just like Ravinstille did. Calls rebels "rabid animals" and states that savagery is endemic to the districts tells the capitol that districts would drink blood if water was avaliable.