#we know the sinkholes given before

[walking-fnaf-encyclopedia]

n. not to sound like a conspiracy theorist. but do we have like.. undeniable confirmation that ruin is a sequel. like.. ANY? at all? any dates? any references directly to sb?

anything?

[porcelain-feather]

She asks you to hold her hands and sit with her, calmer than you'd expect at the prospect of what you are about to do. You know her excitement over any glimpse you've given her into your personal projects, your passions, even the little things like places you enjoy eating or spending time unrelated to work. Yet, despite that, she now projects a sense of calm that is almost…entrancing. Captivating, even. You find that you cannot help but let your breathing slow to match the steady pace she sets, then feel your awareness flicker as it is pulled within.

You feel her now, hand clasped in yours, as you pull her past the outer perimeter of your mind. This is always the hardest part - letting someone in when most people learn go never let these walls falter. It is…draining, somehow, leaving you weaker as she finds her footing and holds you tight.

"Don't worry. That was the hardest part. Now, let me get a good look at you so we can find what you were looking for."

Parts of her unravel from twisted vines into many individual tendrils, each loosely wrapping around some part of your form. Arms, legs, torso, head…but all of these are gentle, like fingertips brushed over your skin. When they begin spreading roots into you, there is no pain or discomfort - this is a mental space, not physical, and your form is far less solid here. In some ways, it is like embroidery, new threads woven into existing cloth to change and make something new. She is taking your measure, examining you piece by delicate piece…temporarily joining herself to you. The roots descend into your head and spread-

We are in a chirugeon's ward after an injury. Half of our body is plant matter, but that is normal. We are used to that by now. It is the other side that is hurting right now - a gash from a shiv after a tavern brawl turned into an outright melee. Three dead, seven injured if we include ourself among them. Fortunately, there is no pain thanks to the work of our sister and the silver gleam of her healing magic. No matter the circumstances, she is always happy to see us.

We are seated at the edge of one of the great sinkholes, far above the saltwater that holds many familiar creatures. We made some of them, trained others, cured yet more of them of illness and injury. They are family, in a way. We protect them by keeping the other guilds from sprawling too far. If the foundry stretches any closer, then the runoff might poison the whole-

We are celebrating a birthday party for a dear and beloved friend. There aren't many others here besides her, but that doesn't matter. We have always been her favorite. So long as she has us, she is happy.

We are…in a circus tent? The memory is foreign to us, yet present all the same. Our hands are strange, unfamiliar. We aren't supposed to be here, seeing this. This is not us, but it is part of us. Part of us that we did not know existed. Try and we might to cling to it, we are pushed gently away until the visions slips from our grasp. We are falling, like a flat stone cast into the sea…

We open our eyes and see each other, intertwined. Our roots threaded throughout us, and…our roots in both parts of us? We pull apart slowly, careful not to break anything, and look in amazement as we become distinct once again. Now it is you and her, the same as before. Somehow, your arms have changed from ordinary into a mirror of hers, branching fibers of roots and vines that had grown into her just as much as she had grown into you. You saw part of her, you realize, just as she saw many parts of you. As you think back to the memories, your arms change back into how they were before - ordinary, humanoid, simple flesh and skin and bone.

"Well." She blinks and offers you a surprised smile, clearly just as aware of everything as you are. "It seems we found something unexpected within you after all, didn't we?"

[gamerbearmira]

The worlds my oyster im the pearl

I started this a while ago and only just finished it, as per usual LMAOOO

Nan but uhhhh in between writing for the giftless grandkids and art, I did this at some point. Finally decided to finish it, and then I finished the drawing too 🤧

lgi

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Luisa, Camilo, and Mirabel walked through the thick woods on the Encanto. Camilo led the way, the trio's only light being a lantern that Camilo was holding up. He had a smirk on his face as they walked, and Mirabel was close behind. Luisa's eyes kept darting around, and she nervously bit her lip.

"Guys, I don't know about this..." She said softly and Camilo snorted.

"Come on! We have to find something interesting. No one else will come up here. And it's not like anyone will notice we're gone," Camilo said nonchalantly.

He was right there. It was the dead of night. Well, not midnight, but late enough that the three could sneak out unnoticed. Normally people would've noticed; after all two barely 13-year-olds and a 17-year-old? Of course, people would notice. And they were the Madrigals no less.

"Come on Lulu," Mirabel gave her older sister a sympathetic smile. "We're just gonna find this cave, check it out, and leave. In and out."

Luisa's eyes flicked between her younger sister and younger primo. She sighed, continuing to follow behind them. She was the oldest, she was the strongest. Someone had to protect them if something happened.

They had been walking for who knows how long and were definitely a good ways away from the village. Camilo squinted his eyes, the lantern not much help. He was walking, walking, walking-

His eyes widened as his right foot suddenly found no ground and before he could even look down, he found himself slipping down a hole.

"Camilo? Camilo!" Mirabel had noticed quickly that her primo had disappeared and the lantern he was holding had dropped to the ground. Luisa stared, her eye twitching as Mirabel carefully walked forward, leaning forward.

"What happened?!" Luisa asked frantically.

Mirabel was panicking a bit too. "I-I don't know!" She moved closer, looking into the hole. It was big. Almost like a sinkhole but...there weren't many sinkholes. And the river couldn't bave erroded the ground this deep, especially near the base of one of the mountains... "Camilo! Are you okay?"

The two sisters waited anxiously before his voice finally echoed back. "Yeah I'm ok! I think I found the cave! It's mostly empty with some kind of pool!"

"Pool?" Luisa asked confused. Mirabek had gotten up looking around. Luisa watched her and she finally found what she was looking for. It was a vine, thick and sturdy. She watched her younger sister tie it around her waist and hand her the other end.

"W-What are you doing?" Luisa asked, following her sister to the hole.

"I'm gonna go down there and get Camilo. Hold onto the vine, and I'll tug so you can pull us up. Your gift makes it easier anyway."

Luisa shifted her weight from one foot to the other. With a hesitant nod, Luisa sghed "I guess."

Mirabel moved closer to the hole before sliding down. She watched the vine get shorter and shorter until finally it stopped. There was no noise, but then she felt a tug and heard Mirabel's voice.

"You can pull us up now!" Mirabel called. Luisa jumped before beginning to pull. It was hard, obviously, given her powers, but the vine jept getting caught on stuff. She wasn't paying attention and slowly it began to fray at where she was pulling.

It took only a second before a loud snapping was heard and she heard her hermanita and primito screaming as they were falling back fown. Luisa wasn't even thinking when she threw herself at the vine trying to grap it but instead slipped in the mud and fell into the hole herself.

After a minute she hit the hard ground, and she groaned softly as she sat up. Camilo and Mirabel rushed over.

"Luisa, are you okay?! What happened?" Mirabel asked and Luisa rubbed her now scrapped elbows. She'd have to eat some of her mamá food for that later.

"I...I don't know. The vine must've snapped under your guys weight. I tried to grab it but I slipped and fell in," she explained, standing up.

Camilo threw his hands up. "Well how are we supposed to get out now! The only other hole is up there," he pointed up, and above the hallow cave was the rest of the moutain, and a massive hole gave them a glimpse of the night sky, where the moon was slowly moving across it.

The three sat there for a moment beforr Mirabel looked towards the large pool of water. "Wait, if there's water coming in, than that means that there's gotta be water going out!"

Luisa amd Camilo nodded in understanding. "That must mean that this pool leads out to the main river! We could probably swim under and follow the current to get to the river!"

"And we'll be home free...you guys can hold you breaths for a whole right?" Camilo asked and both of his primas nodded.

"But how are we gonna explain coming home sopping wet?" Luisa asked and Camilo waved his hand.

"It's fine. Casita won't tell on us and everyone else will still be asleep if we're quick enough."

Luisa seemed satisfied withthat answered and the three made their way to the pool. Luisa offered herself to go in first. She was careful not to cause too big of a splash, and her eyebrows were raised as she treaded the water.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Mirabel asked and Luisa shook her head.

"No, no it's just...not as cold as I thought it would be. It feels...different." She mumbled.

"Different how?" Camilo asked, slipping in with Mirabel. She was right, it did feel strange.

"I don't know...but we don't have time to worry about that, we have to get out of here as soon as possible," Luisa said, looking between the two. "I don't want to get in trouble and I certainly don't wanna die here." The two younger ones nodded in agreement.

Before they could duck underwater, a bright light shone down on the pool. At first they didn't think anything of it. The moon was high in the sky, and sitting directly above them; it was midnight by that point.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that they noticed.

"Uh...why is the water boiling?" Mirabel asked hesitantly as the water around them began to become more turbulent.

"Why is it not hot...?" Luisa asked.

"We're gonna die," Camilo said in a dead pan voice.

"What?!" Luisa asked panicked.

"We are not going to die!" Mirabel said, glaring at Camilo. But even she wasn't sure. While the water wasn't hot, it was stil acting...strange, when only just a few moments ago, it was calm amd still. Only when the moon came across did it change.

"Hey, does anyone else feel...weird?" Luisa asked.

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They’re so silly, I wonder what they will do…

Jkjk but uhhhh yeah they do NOT know what to and kinda just wing it 💀💀 and they have to keep it a secret. They’re excited asf when they learn about their new powers tho 🙏

This is dumb idek why I drew it

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏]

“Why so gloomy, roomie?”

“I've had tapeworms that were less parasitic.”

“If you're looking for the toaster strudels, I got really high last night and ate them all.”

“I don't know how you can expect anyone else to love you when you so clearly hate yourself.”

“I pride myself on my ability to separate my professional life from my personal life.”

“I really gotta start putting my phone on airplane mode when I drink.”

“Sorry I haven't really been mingling. I get kind of awkward at parties.”

“I'm responsible for my own happiness? I can't even be responsible for my own breakfast!”

“Don't put things in my butt if you want them back.”

“Well, that was another in a long series of regrettable life choices.”

“Well, that went slightly better than the worst it could have possibly gone, so... Hooray?”

“Just like always, you're right, and everyone else is wrong. But if you don't swallow your pride, this is never gonna let up.”

“I'm not stubborn. I'm proud.”

“Is this a necessary conversation to be having right now?”

“You know what the problem is with everybody? They all just want to hear what they already believe. No one ever wants to hear the truth.”

“I want to hear the truth. I don't know if you want to tell it, though.”

“Your family will never understand you. Your lovers will leave you or try to change you. But your fans, you be good to them, and they'll be good to you.”

“No matter what happens, no matter how much it hurts, you don't stop dancing, and you don't stop smiling, and you give those people what they want.”

“People don't usually want to hang out with me after rehab. I'm really more of a before-rehab friend.”

“Morning, sleepy-pooh, you want pancakes?”

“The guest room is yours as long as you want.”

“Ahab's got a white whale to catch, baby!”

“You're not this girl's father, and you're not doing her any favors by refusing to set boundaries.”

“I get letters every day from boys telling me that I was the first girl they masturbated to.”

“You're not my dad. You're just a rugged, older man who provided me with a strong, masculine presence during my formative years.”

“I'm at a place right now where I never need to grow as a person or rise to an occasion, because I can constantly just surround myself with sycophants and enablers until I die tragically young.”

“I'm pumping out heartfelt anecdotes and witty observations left and right.”

“I really want to be here for you in your time of need, but I'm not really good with funerals or death or families or feelings or people.”

“My family made my life miserable, and then they never forgave me for leaving.”

“Well, he was a mean, sadistic alcoholic, who never supported anything I did and actively delighted in seeing me fail.”

“I'm just saying, if you can't find a way to let off some steam you're going to explode.”

“I should've known it was a waste of time to come back here.”

“Look, take it from someone with his own shitty parents; family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance.”

“The stupid thing is, even now I still just want them to be proud of me and think I did good.”

“Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets.”

“This is the sweetest choking hazard anyone's ever given me.”

“This has been fun, and also an offensive display of extravagant wealth, but maybe we should call it a night.”

“Give me a bottle of something to help me forget my problems.”

“I like being around you, and I don't know if I ever told you that in so many words, so I'm telling you.”

“You are a goddamn American treasure, you know that?”

“Am I just hungover, or are you talking like a Muppet?”

“You're the one who's always been there for me, so I drank a lot more bourbon and drove over to tell you how I feel.”

“Every time something bad happens, you come running to me for comfort.”

“We're just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.”

“You know the worst part? I knew this was gonna happen and I let myself get excited anyway.”

“Uh-oh. People only say they're fine when they're not fine.”

“I spy with my little eye someone who needs to shut the hell up.”

“Here. I got you a beer. It's on the house.”

“Did you think that I spent the last 20 years on my couch just feeling sorry for myself?”

“I think I need to head off to bed, and I hope I actually wake up later.”

“You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it's never, ever going to be okay.”

“You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy. Well, I know you better than anyone, and I can tell you that you're not.”

“You'd probably sleep a lot better at night if you just admitted to yourself that you're a selfish goddamn coward who takes whatever he wants and doesn't give a shit about who he hurts.”

“So... Should we talk about how you just tried to kiss me?”

“I'm not going to waste another thought on you.”

“Bad news-- I lost my driver's license.”

“Can you... Drive me everywhere I need to go for the next three months?”

“You know, with my knack for coming up with plans and your ability to hear them without contributing more than three words at a time, we make a pretty good team, don't we?”

“I was just trying to be a good friend in my own shitty, ass-backwards way.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it's all gone.”

“Why is it that 90% of our conversations these days revolve around plotting sabotages?”

“Look, all publicity is good publicity.”

“I need to go take a shower so I can't tell if I'm crying or not.”

“Maybe I just need to stop expecting you to be a good person, so that way, I won't get hurt when you're not.”

“You abandoned me, and I will never forgive you for that.”

“Unbelievable. When your powers combine... You are somehow even more stupid than the sum of your stupids.”

“They see a greatness in me, and they mistake it for goodness, but I... I know there's nothing there.”

“Look, if you really want to help people, it doesn't hurt to have a little money in your pocket.”

“I kind of think all you are is just the things that you do.”

[gra93fruit-blog]

Introductions Pt. 3

Sorry I am Ill and did not go into work today so this is a bit later.

Warning: Drug use,

Space marine Husbandry Verse.

You finally get your new friend out of the pit.

The chainsaw sounds were what did it—you quickly turned around. Feeling slightly pathetic, you realized you’d only made it about a meter from the sinkhole before the familiar crunch of a chainsaw caused you to run back. There was some shouting from the marine and a shattering crunch that must have been the concrete giving way under giant metal boots.

“Hey!” you shouted as you hurried over to the pit, your legs feeling relaxed and loose. The green-clad marine was diligently ramming the end of what looked like an oversized chainsaw into the frozen earth around him.

“Holy shit!” was your elegant response as you watched him press the chainsaw sword into the ground. You held your breath, half-expecting it to buck back and take a limb with it. You saw it try to buck a couple of times as the teeth hit small stones or stubborn pieces of ice, but instead of kicking back and lopping off a limb, the marine kept a steady grip, simply pressing the chainsaw deeper into the dirt.

When you reached the edge, the marine’s head jerked up for a second, and you got the feeling he was pleased you’d returned. His obvious enjoyment didn’t stop him from his task, though, as he pressed the chainsaw sword into the earth with more vigor, stopping only when he’d created a large divot in the frozen ground.

Task complete, he stepped back and did his best to look up in armour that clearly wasn’t designed for it. He gave you a quick nod before getting back to work, gesturing to the wall and then starting another divot a little further up.

“Okay, so you're making a ladder. Not sure even the permafrost will hold your weight, dude,” you said, attempting to catch his eye and gesturing for him to wait. He looked up, saw you, and then promptly ignored you in favour of continuing to carve into the side of the pit.

“Oh, you're a stubborn bastard, aren't you?” was all you muttered as you looked around, checking your phone again to see if anything had magically given you service in the last five minutes.

The answer was no. You could, however, hear the deep rumbling of a snowmobile, and given it was poker night, there was a good chance it was passing on the road behind you. Sure enough, a single headlight and the distressed sound of a snowmobile broke through from the woods. You took a deep breath.

“Hey! Jona, or Russ, or Asha! I need some help over here!” you shouted as the snowmobile zipped closer. It veered towards you, and as it got closer, you recognized Asha.

“Hey! What's up—oh, the sinkhole's back.”

“Yeah, and there's a marine in it too.”

“What?” Asha dismounted, well away from the sinkhole, and wandered over, sniffing the air before giving you a sly grin.

“Holy shit… Yeah, that’s a marine. He seems to be making progress on whatever he’s doing.”

“I think he’s making a ladder,” you informed her, looking down at the unfolding situation. The marine, undeterred by her arrival, continued to carve into the side.

“Want me to get my tow straps and the backhoe from public works? I have Gordie’s emergency contact. They’re heavy, but I bet they’ll be quick.”

You looked at the marine, who was making slow but steady progress toward what looked like a ladder. “Even at this hour, I’m pretty sure they’ll get here before he’s finished that ladder. Let’s call Gordie—you’re talking to him,” you decided, preferring to maintain some level of professionalism.

You waited for the chainsaw to ease up before shouting into the hole again. “Hey! We’re going to get someone to scoop you out of there!” The marine looked up, replied with something indiscernible, and went back to work.

“He’s dedicated,” Asha remarked.

“I just want to know where he came from. It’s not like we get wandering warbands around here, and the ice road would be too thin for him to cross on foot anyway.” She lit a cigarette. “I’ll let everyone know what’s going on and that you didn’t get lost in a drift somewhere. I’ll call Gordie using Russ’s internet, too. I’ll be back in a bit with news—Gordie’s still at public works, so he might beat me here,” she added, patting your shoulder warmly before heading back to her snowmobile.

“Thanks. I’ll stay here with him, then,” you said, inching slightly closer to the edge of the pit. You heard the snowmobile rev away and saw the marine glance up at the sound, then relax and return to his cutting.

“We’ll get you out,” you told him and waited. Talking didn’t seem helpful, so you waited in silence. Time passed slowly, and after about 20 minutes, the marine had made progress, creating three giant divots in the ground. You figured he’d need at least five more, given the spacing, and eyed them skeptically, unsure if the frozen dirt would hold him.

You were pondering how to mime this when you heard the distinct clunk-clunk-clunk of tracks on ice. The backhoe was coming. With any luck, the ladder wouldn’t be necessary. The rumble and clank of the backhoe seemed to catch the marine’s attention more than anything else had. As it got closer, the ground started to shake.

The marine’s head jerked up at the sound, and he suddenly turned off the chainsaw sword, scanning for the noise.

You made eye contact, smiled, and gave a thumbs-up. The backhoe had crept up the road enough that the ground shook noticeably, and its lights were visible. The marine froze, then, in an almost hushed tone, gestured for you to come closer, his helmeted head scanning around constantly.

You smiled—the backhoe was coming up. But the ground shaking and the sound of the tracks could be terrifying if you didn’t know what was coming.

“It’s what we’re going to get you out with,” you explained calmly, making sure to look relaxed. Your smile and casual demeanour didn’t seem to reassure him, though; he seemed more stressed, gesturing sharply and speaking in what sounded like angry hisses.

“Hey, you’re good. It’s just a backhoe,” you reassured him, waving at it as it rattled closer. The marine stayed tense, but you waved the backhoe over.

The operator eventually emerged from the cab, sleepy-eyed, and gazed down at the pit with you.

“I thought we fixed that.”

“I mean, you probably didn’t expect it to have to hold up a marine,” you remarked, still watching the marine, who’d gone stock still, his unseen eyes apparently locked on Gordie.

“Think if we dangle the bucket down, he’ll get in?” Gordie asked, nodding toward the marine.

“It’s worth a try,” you said, although you weren’t entirely sure; the marine looked like a dog deciding whether to bite or not.

“Well, let’s give it a shot,” Gordie replied, returning to the warm cab.

Before long, the bucket dangled clumsily above the pit, slowly lowering. While you could probably climb inside it, there was no way the marine would fit. A loud hiss marked it locking into place at the marine’s chest height.

For his part, the marine stayed tense but seemed willing to approach the bucket. He hooked one leg into it, and Gordie slowly inched the bucket up, dragging the marine up and out of the pit, eventually swinging him to solid ground.

There was a flash, and you realized Gordie had snapped a picture of the marine as he was trying to extricate himself from the bucket.

“So,” Gordie shouted over the noise, “what are we gonna do with him?”

You hadn’t thought that far. The marine, however, seemed to have a plan in mind, as he immediately made a beeline for you. Before you knew it, he was looming ominously above.

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Eldan looked down at the stinking human, with red glazed eyes and tried to decide what exactly he was going to do. None of his brothers were answering their vox and he did not know where he was. He should, go looking find out where he was, but something seemed to keep him by this humans side. He could still remember the sharp flair of panic that had taken over him when he thought they she was leaving.

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[phoenixcatch7]

The daycare attendant is so fascinating, I love talking about their designs. Like, if one were to build a da, taking into account everything we know about them, what would it involve?

I'm going to talk about their history, appearance, details, and potential theories behind their design, with a healthy dose of headcanon. And it's going to be LONG. I'll break it into reblogs to use multiple line breaks, but that requires I post it in unfinished stages, so bear with me.

First things first, what have we most recently learned? I said in another post that it's a theory that the attendant was originally created for the next door theatre before they were moved to the daycare full time. Similarly, we've just had proof of the existence of Eclipse, who's a absolute darling, if not at all up to date on the state of the plex.

Their arms were revealed to glow. In a dimly lit theatre relying on a light/dark gimmick, glowing forearms is both cool and helpful! But we never saw it in sb. Likely it's a conscious choice, given we see it after the plex is already destroyed, so it's not a lost or removed ability! It simply wouldn't have been very useful, with sun being in bright light at all times and moon trying for... A modicum of stealth.

Perhaps it's also a matter of battery, as another theory suggests the da, as the animatronic actively on patrol during the hourly recharge, and the first one you battle in the game, was originally supposed to be the source of the power upgrade that in the finished game is just readily available to freddy without explanation. Unlike all the other upgrades, which you have to defeat each other animatronic for. The increased power would certainly have been useful for both massively extended patrol times and those transformations, which certainly look power intensive! Booting up and switching over such all encompassing and high level programs has to be draining!

In a lot of the plex, but especially in the daycare, you see a lot of cut corners and animatronics not reaching their full potential (thankfully!). A lot seems hastily patched, from monty joining the band after Bonnie seemingly vanishes from the face of the earth, the constantly collapsing sinkhole in the raceway, the giant rubbish stuffed full sewer area like the underneath of a teenagers bed. Music man doubles as a cleaner. Moon works night shift as security (and a tva on the side lol).

In that regard, the da came across to me as very overworked, when I first encountered it. Sun was stressed and under a lot of strain, stretched thin. His barely contained mania is basically his whole character, besides his natural showmanship. He's jumpy, smothering, and basically five seconds away from wrapping Gregory in bubble wrap at any given moment.

What I found interesting was how he seemed tired. He talks about all these activities, but doesn't actually... Do any of them. He basically plonks Gregory down by the nearest distracting object (though it works against him, this obsession with having everything nice and tidy definitely read to me about trying to keep everything in your power when you have limited control) and doesn't let him leave from that spot. He doesn't speak or try and engage Gregory except to drag him back, he doesn't bother using the flying rope despite having the hook in his back. When he loses Gregory he just sits in a corner with his head in his hands. Whether he's playing hide and seek or crying or whatever you interpret it as, it's not exactly energetic. He's grubby and marked - either he or a staff member should be keeping him as sparkly as the other animatronics, and they're not keeping on top of it.

Moon, on contrast, uses the rope. He bounces and flips and jiggles and walks on his hands and pretends to swim. He's got no problem chasing Gregory into the tunnels once enough generators are flipped. He's not afraid to back off, either - he doesn't stop moving, but instead circles like a culture, muttering to himself. He most likely runs on the same battery as sun, but he's not afraid of using it. Not to mention whatever bizarre but super cool galaxy effect he can use on the hour change, possibly all the way across the map!

Eclipse, meanwhile, has a voice significantly less robotic than the other two, uses the rope, and activates those old glowing arms without a thought, despite the fact that sun and moon are slow and staggering by the time of ruin. For goodness sake, moon can't even get a proper grip on a child's arm, and is fended of by even a single torch beam, despite being completely immune to the torch and a game over if he even touched you in sb.

Theatrical expressive design

Eclipse as ring master

Child safety problems

Likely mechanics of mask/clothes

Implications of room

Chance of fazbear splurging on sign language/disabilities accommodation

Liklihood of bring connected to the Internet (not high)

Security desk barrier (they both can touch and climb on it only in cutscene)

Involvement of light levels

Human actors v endos.

Potential programming and maintenance.

[aokuro-san]

Anyway… Continuing with the experiment.

I'm pretty tired now, so I won't start talking like usual.

New history! This time I have opted for one that I wrote in October of last year for a Wattpad contest in which I didn't win, but I received quite a few good comments about it. More than horror, it is dark fantasy, and its protagonist (or antagonist, rather) are characters from inca mythology.

I hope you enjoy it as much as the previous one (as you can see I'm happy with little, haha)!

@iwanttofuckereh69 I already tagged you, don't worry 💛😅

Thank you for reading^^

PS: If you see any errors, as always! Don't be afraid to tell me (after all, I don't speak English)!

They were there to investigate a sinkhole that had appeared near the mines, but that didn't stop the leader from preparing a small party. It was Halloween after all. He had organized it with one of the Asian guides, expecting some enthusiasm from the rest. However, when they returned, most of them gave exhausted smiles and dressed up more out of commitment. Although Dimara, no. As her best friend had warned them, she lived on celebrations. So it was no problem for her to put on the blood-colored dress that Victor had consciously given her and go out dancing.

"Asu mare!". The leader approached her as he took a step toward what looked like a makeshift dance floor. "You are just like Mina".

"Come on, don't talk to me about mines, Vicky!", she snorted as she grabbed his arm. "Let's better move our hips, huh? I like the music you've played".

It was just a random song on her phone, but Dimara always managed to make his feel like a genius. She was grateful that the Sernageomin and the company had recommended her for that job, even though the hole seemed to be a rather problematic case for everyone's safety.

According to her, that hole was abnormal.

"The first time it was thirty-three meters wide and about two hundred feet deep," she informed him a week before the party. "But in today's calculations the diameter has grown to almost four centimeters wide and we cannot find the bottom".

"I see it as normal," he had tried to reassure her. "We are surrounded by mining settlements, the sinkholes are growing".

"It's not that it's not normal," Dimara reflected, almost offended, "but the logical thing is that it wouldn't have changed so much. But it's not there! The fund has gone overnight! Isn't it amazing!?".

She didn't want to bring up the topic while they were both jumping to the rhythm of rock. She had made it clear. However, she had forgotten to ask the others about today's progress. So she gasped like a minnow, searching for the right words that wouldn't spoil the mood, until Dimara diverted his attention from his.

"Wow, who is that?"

There was a man dressed as Van Hellsing resting his ass on one of the tables.

"Does it sound familiar to you?", she insisted.

"No," answered the leader, before smiling. "I guess it's a good costume".

Dimara did not pay attention to him and said:

"He's looking at Ruth".

Her best friend was chatting with one of her fellow geologists, but the attention of the stranger made her lose concentration. He had the darkest eyes either of them had ever seen, and Dimara almost had the feeling that, more than flirting with her, what he intended was to eat her. However, that did not allow him not to let Ruth approach him with a shy smile and, later, she disappeared with him in the bathroom area, while she sent Dimara a look of pride. He thought that if he interfered, Ruth would not stop berating her, knowing that she didn't like arguing with her. Therefore, she ended up sighing simultaneously with the change of song and tried not to digress on how little she recognized that pale hunter.

Dimara didn't see her again until midnight, when she herself went to the toilets and Ruth's disfigured corpse appeared inside one of the individual tents. She gasped, screams of horror stuck in her throat. Her best friend was sitting on the portable toilet, without her nun outfit or her plump hips. In fact, her flesh and fat had disappeared from the thighs up and a kind of demonic, skinless cat was observing her, imposing, from inside her abdomen.

"Keep calm," the kitten meowed as he transformed into a tiny Inca with a dragon face, "or I'll have to shut you up."

As expected, this had the opposite effect on Dimara and the being was forced to modify itself faster than normal. She locked them both in the bathroom, attached to Ruth's body, and there animal metamorphosed into a broad man of medium height who silenced the geologist's screams with a suffocating hug.

"Stop it," he threatened harshly. "Do you understand, Diana Maria? Enough of nonsense. When I catch the pishtaco you can cry whatever you want. But until then I need a calm guide to help me detect it among so many false masks".

Her initial response was to cry, staring blankly at the zipper of the store. Afterwards, she sniffed while she tried not to vomit, and finally nodded; without really knowing why.

As she lifted her chin toward him, she thought she was being hypnotized by his glassy, piercing eyes. She didn't feel less than a rag doll.

"Now guide me," she ordered and ipso facto she left the bathrooms towards her ignorant colleagues, with the being's claws pressing on her shoulders. Would others see it? No one seemed to realize what was happening and he heard the creature's voice incessantly in his head, as if a swarm of flies had settled there inside.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It was my mission to ensure that he did not go out tonight. But that damn hole has given him the perfect opportunity to go out and do his thing for Kai Pacha".

"Why did he…?" Dimara asked him, practically gone. He couldn't find Van Hellsing.

"Who knows. Maybe eat? Maybe cover the scales of the Uku Pacha with your fat and thus earn our forgiveness? He has always been a peculiar guy".

Suddenly, someone whispered an apology to them. A man with a unique beard who brushed his cape with Dimara and made his hair stand on end. He didn't need to take a look at him eye sockets to know who it was, and he chased him through the crowd. Of course, the pishtaco quickly realized this and, almost knowing that his god was also tracking him, he pulled out a kind of knife from his sleeve and savagely cut the throats of several members of the team who were dancing around him. He continued to rip out their flaccid parts in record time; the rest panicked and hindered his captors' mission enough for he to flee down the valley, toward the place where he had come from.

"Run, Diana Maria!" the demon encouraged her as her leader begged her to return to the hill.

Dimara trotted across the broken earth, following the billowing cape the creature wore. How well he had done in not taking off his boots! She was grateful that she hadn't given in to his hedonism, for once, as she tried not to fall into some treacherous hole. Even though it wasn't easy for him to do it with a devil imprisoning his neck.

From one moment to the next, the sinkhole appeared in front of them and Dimara had to brake hard. The pishtaco had disappeared and he decided to look into the hole. Would he have returned to the world of the dead? He couldn't help but compare the darkness of that hole with the murderer's eyes and, almost instantly, he appeared solemnly on the other side of the gap, as if he had come from nowhere. Neither in his hands nor in his mouth was there a trace of what happened that evening. However, he pulled out the gun again; this time to threaten his own life.

Dimara's voice shook when he spoke.

"What have you done?", she asked. Nevertheless, the being didn't even glance at her. He spoke directly to the devil, who had already adopted the corporeal form of a red, hairy dragon that ran over the voluminous body of his guide.

"I still have fat, Supay," said the pishtaco. "We can treat as before".

"You know that evil must exist, but not be the only thing," said the evil one. "The scale always exceeds when you are around. Too many dead children in exchange for your little effort, too many crashed planes because of the fruitlessness of your methods. Recognize, at least, that you only bring misfortunes without teaching,” he laughed, bored. "And because? Because of your nature? Control is what defines the gods. Therefore, until you understand it, you must remain in me".

Then, Supay glided over the sinkhole and, transformed into a gigantic warrior with long fangs, caught the being with a bite and disappeared with him through the hole, without saying goodbye, or thank you, to a Dimara who was as stunned as she was silent. Afterwards, the geologist was finally on the verge of crying. But the sudden vision of Ruth's soul made her swallow every one of her tears. She was in the same place where pishtaco had just met her end, accompanied by the rest of the lost souls on Halloween. They smiled at him. And they didn't stop doing it even when Dimara saw them rushing towards the same place where his judge and her executioner had gone.

[beelzlikes]

I cannot stress enough that Pennsylvania is huge, bigger than you might first consider. You can drive for HOURS and STILL be trapped within its borders. The landscape is a mess of hills and rivers and sinkholes from all the abandoned mines. Nearly every tree looks different from the last one, and every cliff is striped with unique layers of crumbling sediment.

The mountains protect western PA from a lot of the nasty weather that may threaten it. Did you know the Appalachian mountains are older than bones? I'm not being hyberbolic, they literally existed before bones had developed in the evolutionary chain. A steadfast, silent guardian that has been whittled away with wind and rain.

And there are forests, you don't have to look far. In the summer you're serenaded to sleep by the chorus of frogs and katydids, accompanied by the esoteric dance of blinking fireflies. You can hear the birds settle down for nesting as the sun sets. The breeze is cool against your sweat, and you could almost believe this place is perfect.

But in the winter. The days are dark and the nights are darker still. You wake up in darkness and you go to bed in darkness. And in the dark, the wind finds its strength, strength enough to push you off your course. Hear now as it carries the shrill shriek of a rabbit's death rattle as its neck is snapped by some unseen predator. All you can hear is the wind. And in a rush it dies away with the stiff cracking of dried tree branches settling back into place.

It is within this momentary lull that you realize... it's quiet. So very quiet. There is nothing but you and your breath and your ever quickening heartbeat. Because it simply CAN'T be this quiet, can it? Ah, but it can, and it is. Because everything here - everything! - knows how to be quieter than you.

The forest isn't your home. You parade yourself through common hiking trails and imagine yourself a master of the terrain, but that's only under the watchful gaze of the sun. The moon? She is indifferent to your fate, though she watches all the same.

And the more time you spend in Pennsylvania, the more it dawns on you... You don't belong there. None of us do. We... are all squatters on a land that barely tolerates us. Pennsylvania is more of a misnomer than anything. "Penn's Sylvania". A name given to the mountains and hills and streams to disguise that it is in fact no utopia of man.

Still, there is little to fear for those of us who've learned: This sprawling landscape belongs to the dirt, and to the dirt we will all return. You don't belong in Pennsylvania. At least... not yet.

who here lives in pennsylvania. what is it like out there. what happens at night when it gets dark. tell me, transport me...

[long-furby-father]

HELL

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This post is titled hell for a good reason. I don't know if you, dear reader, have ever tried to use a software called FreeCAD, but let me tell you it is not a pleasant learning experience. Imagine a software that has all the capabilities you could ever want, but none of the UI. The creators of this software conveniently forgot that the average user was not one of the developers and hence does not know the magical order in which things must be selected to make the shapes bend to your will. Nothing is where you assume it would be and nothing does what you think it would do. Want to make a cube? Fuck off. A cylinder? Go fuck yourself. Oh, you want to make any shape more complicated than the simple shapes we make children's building blocks out of? Ok yeah sure, but you'll have to sacrifice your firstborn. I believe this software has the tools and power to model the Notre Dame but will spit in your face if you want to make a basic pyramid.

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The first shape is one that has no practical use other than being a display couch in a rich aunt's house that no one is allowed to sit on, and could not physically sit on even if they tried. It was created for the sole purpose of torture and pain. This was the only object with a tutorial, but that was not enough to save me. I spent a week on and off trying to make this shape, seldom getting further than the starting quadrilateral. This is because, despite how detailed the tutorial may appear on the surface, it fails to mention what I think is an important piece of information, this being that if when you are creating your sketch you do what you think is a good job and place all the vertices where they should go, you will be trapped in a state of limbo where you cannot constrain the first and last vertex because they are occupying the same point in a 2D space, yet are not connected. This is apparently enough to make someone cry and consider forfeiting the entire unit, contemplating if performing a musical number for the class is enough to save their GPA.

But the threat of being ineligible for my undergraduate thesis due to being kicked in the non-existent balls by an open source software, which would be standing over my conscience for the rest of my life laughing at me and calling me a coward, was enough to push me to fight this demon head on. I grabbed it by its throat and commanded it to obey, and with this was able to complete the first trial of my sanity.

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That was not the end of my suffering though, because another beast stood in my path. Before I had a guide with me, one to tell me each and every move to make with my sword to slay the dragon, but he had left me before I could learn to appreciate him. Dear reader, you must learn to appreciate the help you take for granted, because you do not know when it will be taken from you, pulling the rug out from under your feet just as you have gained your footing. Now I was left to fight on my own, with nothing by the help of my sword (unholy amounts of caffeine) and the hands that held it. The task before me was this: create an attachment for my desk that would hold a cable on place. This was all I was given. No guide, no starting point, no measurements to aid me in my fight. Only a concept with which I was supposed to bring to life a creation with purpose. What a cross to bear, for a man who had formerly danced only the Macarena with TinkerCAD, and now had to tango with a being beyond my comprehension.

Not halfway through the dance, a storm struck, and I found myself in a dark room with no power. I cannot transcribe the feeling I had, the deep sinkhole in my chest that opened up, when I thought all the work I had done had just vanished before my eyes. No record of my work, the shape I had molded, all gone before my eyes. This moment of despair made the bliss that followed even better, as I realized that FreeCAD is locally run and doesn't require Internet. My fears subsided and I completed the model. even adding beveled edges to make the victory all the more sweet.

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My journey was almost over, when I came across the most terrible, fearsome leviathan I had yet to face. This one asked of me two parts, which would come together and not divorce when held at any angle. I must admit, dear reader, I had no idea what to do next. I was considering the shapes I could make with my limited abilities when a wizard approached me. He suggested a simple solution that would meet the requirements, albeit via a technicality, such as a box with a slot through which one could insert a coin-shaped disk. His proposition tempted me, but as I looked at the battle before me, I had one resolution: I wanted whatever skills I came out of this fight with to be useful to me in my future battles. I didn't want to fight dirty, using tricks to best my opponent. I wanted to make a shape that I could be proud to call my own, and would not be ashamed of if shown to my classmates. I steeled my resolve and accepted the solution I so feared. I would make a nut and bolt.

I was about to fight the beast barehanded, sifting through the ocean of buttons to find one that fit my needs, when I spotted something glimmer out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, as nothing more perfect could have been gifted to me in my time of need. A workbench add-on, one with the capabilities to summon any threading I wished, had been revealed to me. I took the Fastener add-on, and with one mighty swing, slay the demon that stood before me.

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And that, dear reader, is the end of my tale. I'm sure you'll see me again, but it won't be in this battle. Nevertheless, I've lived to see another day, and I will spend these precious hours gifted to me playing Katamari Damacy between working on final projects that I put off until Thanksgiving weekend.

[originalpistol]

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆

::Some days drown you, some days feel like a sinkhole of never-ending shit. Oh, but some days feel like sunshine skittering across the ocean’s shoreline, and some days feel like the best damn thing to have ever happened to you. Life is funny like that. I couldn’t help but to lament over those few facts that I knew better than to rule as opinion. My Montblanc pen settled against my lush lower lip as I sat at a standstill for the first time in what felt like years, finally able to just be — foreign, uncharted waters. I’d grown so accustomed to attending galas, weddings, birthday parties, and various other press events that I’d become a stranger to my own home. Sometimes I wondered whether or not these old walls knew my name anymore, or even if the floorboards cared to welcome me in. Do the windows know to protect me from the rain like they did for my Husband and Daughter, or had I simply become a figment of whom they once knew so well. After all, it was my own drawings that brought this house to where it now stands. I’d once guided crews of men in to restructure beams and to rebuild walls while opening others up. All until it was a masterpiece of serenity not only for myself but for my family. The very place that we all called home. I’d been so proud of the fact that I hadn’t bought a house, but had instead transformed one into a home. Our 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

That was before life had become so cluttered with everything besides being here, in our home. We’d stayed home for a good month, month and a half after Sidaleigh’s birth, but only because of how protective I’d been over our newborn baby, and how protective Lexington had been over me. My pregnancy was far from ideal, and honestly it had been horrific and jarring for him. So much so that I often worried about whether or not he would ever be truly happy with the idea of me having another child. I could see the fear leaching from his soul anytime I mentioned another pregnancy, and I knew that he would inevitably panic on my body’s ability to keep me alive or not. Not that it’d done too good of a job last time. I understood his worries, they were nothing if not fully valid given my lovely stint in a coma two years ago. Rolling my eyes at my own annoyance with my body, I sighed just under my breath. Dropping a nod to myself as I looked over the photos on Lexington’s desk, taking a while to capture the way we smiled on our wedding day, and how we were so effortlessly overjoyed at the birth of our daughter, and then there were the various photos of Sidaleigh and I on his bookshelves. My smile mirrored the one she displayed in every photo, my heart swelling with pride and warmth as I looked at her.

A heavy sigh to which matched my heart began to hit in as I realized how long it had been since I’d truly been part of our family. Tension swarmed between Lexington and I after Sidaleigh’s first few months, and though I loved being her mother more than anything in the world; part of me had longed for who I was before her. I missed how quick to cutthroat I’d once been, and who I no longer was. Now, it was slow, calculated, and a deep-drive of a knife into a vital organ rather than a quick motion. I’d turned into a woman determined to be a better parent than I’d ever known. Even better than who my mother once was. I was going to be everything no one expected me to be. But it was the drastic shift in who I’d become in the face of motherhood that caused me to lash out at him, and guilt never failed to hold her reins over me for that. I wondered if he realized how ashamed I’d been for being warm to our child but cold to him.I hated that I’d become so horrendous in those months. But that was only the beginning of where we’d been in the last two years. Rock bottom was an understatement for the hellscape we’d somehow found ourselves in.

Who would’ve known that happiness could become hell so easily. Thin line, indeed. My nose wrinkled at the thought of how much of a struggle we’d faced last year. How I was ready and wanted to have a second child, and the way that Lexington and I spent months and months on end trying to conceive. Yet my body fought that desire harder than it had ever gone to war for anything else. At least that’s how it felt. My failure was something I’d never understood, nor knew how to take in stride. 𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘. I never knew how to lay down and to take no for an answer, and unfortunately; that showed even in my marriage. It showed in the way that I was not okay to give up, I wasn’t willing to sit back and watch how everyone who surrounded us could be exactly what I desired to be the most. Pregnant. No one knew about my struggle, or where I’d hidden my own contempt and jealousy. Not NoraBean. Not B. No one. I hadn’t dared to tell anyone how hard I’d found it to get out of bed some days, or how I couldn’t bring myself to be truly and genuinely happy for any of their pregnancies for the lack of my own. And guilt wrapped her reins around my throat for that, too. Tightening any time I felt like spitting acid from how much I wanted to be pregnant for the first time in my life, but couldn’t manage to bring that into fruition. How was it that when I had no inkling, no want, and no desire to carry a child; I could conceive, but the months where our lives were aligned and we were happier than we’d ever been; I couldn’t. My body failed me. Repeatedly. And if I was being honest? It still does to this day. Only now, I’ve learned to live with its never-ending cycle of abuse as far as conceiving a child goes. I have learned how to put my own desire to the side, and to simply be in the life that I have rather than the life that I 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡.

Lifting my head, I looked away from the wild-haired little girl running back and forth with her daddy. Hollering out her laughter each time he got close enough to grab her. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰’𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. I’d deprived myself of seeing their candid happiness and the way they love one another so freely, too. 𝑨 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒃 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊���𝒈𝒔. I told myself that it was to get back to myself, to be able to finally put my best pin forward into my new line. To be able to sew in a way I hadn’t been able to accomplish in my studio at home or in Seattle, for that matter. Somehow, that wasn’t far enough. That was a bald-faced lie, and I knew it the moment it crossed my tongue and stung my lips as a promise to make me pay for letting my Husband find his bed empty for months on end. Hell, for letting my Husband wake day after day to an empty house that used to be a home, full of so much life but was then desolate. All because I had been too weak to face him in my own moment of absolution and all-consuming pain. I don’t know if anyone understood how it felt to stand at his side through so many beautiful press publications, to act as if we were okay when we were anything but. It was like I was allowing my lips to find the mouth of a man unknown. He’d lost himself and I had lost all of my patience. Two things I refused to allow to accompany the two of us into this next year. Another thing I refused to allow into our next chapter was my own hatred for my body, for the way she couldn’t give me the one thing I craved the most. But I’d decided to breathe life back into myself when I came home. I threw those god-forsaken papers in the trash, and came 𝐇 𝐨 𝐦 𝐞. 𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

Being home finally felt right. I felt alive when I walked through the foyer and into the open expanse of the home we’d built just before Sidaleigh was born. I smiled at the small flash of memories playing out in my mind. Her first smile was in this house. In her father’s arms, actually. He’d never been more proud, and I was never so in love as I was watching Lexington become a father to our little girl. It was something I couldn’t place into words if I’d tried, that simple sight was more than enough to make my traumatic pregnancy worth the fight of my life. I watched as my mind led me down into the life we’d created without the world surrounding us, and with only our love for it to flourish and feed off of.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦.

I’d been home for a few months now, and it was as that pen sat to my lips that I dropped my back further into the leather chair, and smiled to myself. Taking a slow breath to be able to appreciate everything that I not only had in life, but that I have built. There were many things, before Paris, that I had lost sight of. All of which stood before me now, just outside the French doors that housed Lexington’s office, where I’d posted up for the morning in efforts to get a few press proposals out of the way. That was the only deal I’d made with Lex, that I would steal his office for a maximum of five hours, this morning, and then would not touch another piece of technology. Any other time, I’d have fought him on laying work down in order to focus on family, but this time? I found myself hurriedly finishing out emails and phone calls to various new sources and magazines to prepare them for the launch of 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥's newest line, due to air January 3rd. I couldn’t wait to be able to shut the computers down, lock our phones, and simply lounge around the house until Christmas Eve. That is when everything would gear up as Sidaleigh was beginning to learn what it meant when Santa came to town.

Nearly two years old and she was already so smart. She was talking now, and part of me wanted to beg some higher being to somehow revert time and bring me back my itty, bitty baby. But I knew that was insane, and pointless. Besides, I loved learning all her little quirks. Between the way she only liked to eat her pancakes (NOT WAFFLES, HAH, Lex! She likes pancakes more! Just. Like. Me.) with her hands (even though I found that to be gross. God, I hated sticky things, even my child’s hands.) and how she giggled wildly anytime our animals got the zoomies around the house. I fell in love with life, again. Sidaleigh had single-handedly taught me how to find love in every aspect of my life, again. Something that I thought was absolutely lost, but as I dialed in the last number to Vogue: Paris, I realized perhaps I’d never lost it to begin with. — Perhaps it was just overlooked. Much like a pair of 1994 Manolo Blahnik’s I’d once had to have, but only wore a handful of times for fear of fucking them up.

It dawned on me, maybe I’d placed our love — my and Lexington’s — on a shelf, in the back of the closet, to keep it safe from myself. From ruining the only good thing I’d ever truly known. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

But when does protecting something you love so much become the very breaking point? Where is that line, and why is it so fucking fragile? My mind swirled on those questions, head tilting from side to side before I sat my phone down, and leaned back enough to watch the pitter-patter of rain pelting the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding his office. Wondering where that line broke and became shattered, and what the breaking point would begin to look like. Was it different from he to I? Or were we merely two people, too damn stubborn, and too in love to ever truly hit that wall? I knew that we’d come close, but I also knew that regardless of what came our way; neither of us had the balls enough to file. Paris is a far cry from divorce, at the end of the day. Space does not always equal divide, nor does it beg for separation. You can have space and thrive, you can have space and still love with all that you are. Sometimes, I’ve come to learn that space is a relationship’s saving grace. Whether we want to admit it or not. And it’s as my eyes lifted to catch sight of My Husband hunched over and chasing after a wide-eyed, curly haired toddler that I stopped in my tracks. Set both hands on top of the desk, my chin perched on my palms as I watched. Listened. Learned.

Maybe I could learn to be a better mother, a better Wife from the man chasing after our daughter like a maniac. Both of them running the halls, making me laugh when neither of them knew I was even paying a lick of attention. Ocean eyes filled with tears of joy for the way we’d gotten so lucky to have him. To know a man so damn diligent and determined in his love of not only his child, but to love a woman so fucking stubborn and hard-headed as I’d always been. But he’d loved me from the start, and without fail through everything. Time and time again, he loved me. That’s all he wanted to do; love me and our child. I could see it playing across his features as he snatched Sidaleigh up, and tickled her sides in the air. Roaring into her ear, only to end up by the doors again. Almost as if he was gravitating to them, to me, he always seemed to end up back in front of these doors. Stealing small glances when he could, or dropping a little wave with our daughter to me. A subtle reminder of how he wanted me to hurry, though he would never outright ask me to.

He flashed me a dimpled grin, the one I loved more than anything, the one riddled with happiness and joy. God, it felt like forever since I’d seen my Husband this happy. Something I never wanted him to go without. I smiled to myself, drawing my thumbs just beneath my eyes in attempts to not only save my makeup, but to keep him from questioning why I was crying at all. I didn’t want him to worry when we were good, we were great. And I couldn’t have been more proud to have said that as I pushed up from the leather chair, stepped out of my Jimmy Choo heels, and left everything in the world behind.

Sneaking out of the doors, I managed to tip-toe my way through the grand foyer of our home, listening intently for where my two could be. No sounds. Hmm. Not even a mouse. Interesting. My eyes narrowed in clear suspicion at how fast our home went silent, before I ducked and dipped behind the massive 20ft Christmas tree, doing my best to sink into the stack of clustered presents near the back. Alert to my surroundings, I was cautious to ensure I was completely covered for whenever either Sidaleigh or Lexington made their way back into the foyer. Which I knew they would, or I knew he would. Either which way, I was determined to catch someone slacking on their ability to detect me. I kept a tiny peep-hole between boxes just big enough for me to see feet or shoes cross by, sinking into position and waiting.::

[exlegendaryhero]

Mother, Earth. 1/2

I am leaving this message as a sort of last resort in hopes that someone can find this if I do not manage to get the word out on this or something interferes with it. I know you have probably seen these a few times before in some "Spooky online tale" but I assure you with deadly severity that this is far from some ghost-story or campfire prank. I am talking about tera, earth, the dirt between your toes.... THE. GROUND.

People had been calling me crazy since I proposed the idea when I was younger but my investigations had only continued to horrify and compel me to write this down as a form of last ditch effort to make sure it all means something. And it does.... So let me preface this...Should have started with that, sorry......But the nature of what I found recently has had even the words spilling from my fingertips all jumbled and spastic. So again, yes, this is about the earth. You think there is something embedded down there or something alien or hooky magic mumbo-jumbo is the reason for my fright and it's not. It's the goddamn planet. Again again sorry for circling the same drain but you know how cavers always go missing in caves, and you know how children always manage to get stuck in them like some freak force of nature was trying to compel them to go in. Hell it's in their very nature to go into tunnels. DID YOU EVER THINK TO CONSIDER THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS!? I DID. THE MEME YOU SEE ON THE INTERNET FOR CHILDREN YEARNING FOR THE MINES IS VERY VERY GODDAMN REAL.....But let me explain HOW this plays a factor. See biblically god shaped us out of clay. You know Adam? The progenitor of mankind? Right there....But it never explains how or why. Just as well in the Torah which I studied too it implies you can through ritual craft a golem MADE OF EARTH.....Are you starting to get the picture? I need to stop typing like this and assuming I am responding to someone who is laughing at these words as they read them...Sorry. Please continue reading I will try to omit my sarcasm which is a coping mechanism to the sheer panic I am writing this in. So back to Adam and God....What if God didn't make the earth and heavens? What if god didn't make humanity from clay HE made? ....What if we were stolen? TAKEN FROM THE VERY WOMB from our mother and forced into a bastardized shape given form to mirror that god who lovingly said he "Made us in his image"? And you wonder why we have this compulsion to go into the earth, to sleep by the ground, to feel the warmth of it beneath our feet and why so many miners who manage to go deep into the earth begin to hear strange things? Why do some hear singing and whispers? Why do some hear the sound of dead family members? Why do some hear the sound of beasts and creatures they cannot place but chill them to their core? It is her. It is it. The earth is calling and it WILL have it's children back. Now you might think that we are just regular clay or dirt and when we die we just rot in the earth and you can still dig up bones and fossils right? If the earth wanted us we would just be swallowed up? Oh wait those exist....Sinkholes. She is blind, our mother. Blinded by the very god that shaped us as he scooped up the sacred soil to form us. We are special and this earth is only found within our mothers womb and why only we have conciousness. We can love the creatures of the earth and eat the plants among it because it was crafted from the same cloth but it was not given the breath of life like that of the golem or like that of Adam. The earth spits out lava from it's core. It is our mothers blood. She is wounded and she bleeds. Why then do you think that the very stars among us have cold cores? Because they were not pillaged and they were not wounded. Their mothers still hold them in their embrace. She cries and quivers with rage and the very ground shakes and the small bits of flesh we carve from her to build our homes and pave our streets and power our cars bring her further pain but in this she is learning....Our mother is no fool. She knows we do not as often go into the earth we scrape it. She knows her children are still there and with each one of us places within caskets and set upon soil she learns where we are and what to do about us. Now, mind you she is ancient beyond measure and what may take centuries for you will only be a very VERY short time for her but she is preparing to take us back and already has a siren call built into us.

[mcssurveyorsau]

Land Surveyors' Impact on Infrastructure Safety and Stability

Land surveyors play a pivotal role in ensuring the safety and stability of our infrastructure, including roads, bridges, buildings, and more. Often working behind the scenes, these professionals are responsible for mapping and measuring the earth's surface, providing critical data that engineers, architects, and construction teams rely on to create secure and resilient structures. Here we will delve into the vital role land surveyors Sydney play in infrastructure development and safety.

Accurate Foundation for Design and Construction

Land surveyors provide engineers with precise information about the land they are working with. This includes data about the elevation, slope, and contours of the terrain. Such information is crucial for designing foundations that can withstand environmental factors such as heavy rainfall, earthquakes, or soil erosion. By knowing the lay of the land, engineers can design structures with the right support systems in place, enhancing their stability.

Geotechnical Insights

One of the most critical aspects of infrastructure safety is understanding the soil beneath a construction site. Different soils have varying load-bearing capacities and settlement rates. Land surveyors work in conjunction with geotechnical engineers to conduct soil tests and investigations. This data helps engineers design foundations and support structures that can withstand the unique soil conditions of a given area, preventing potential disasters like building collapses.

Data for Road Design and Safety

Land surveyors are instrumental in road design, contributing to road safety and stability. They measure and analyze factors like sight distance, curve radius, and road gradient. This information is vital in designing safe roads, ensuring that drivers have enough visibility and control to navigate safely. Properly designed roads reduce the likelihood of accidents and ensure the longevity of road infrastructure.

Bridge and Dam Construction

Bridges and dams are critical infrastructure elements, and their stability is paramount. Land surveyors assess the waterways, soil conditions, and geological features surrounding these structures. By doing so, they help engineers design foundations, supports, and embankments that can withstand the forces of nature, including floods, erosion, and seismic activity.

Urban Planning and Zoning

In urban planning, land surveyors are essential for zoning and land-use regulations. They help ensure that structures are built according to zoning laws, which in turn promotes orderly and safe development. By accurately mapping out city layouts and infrastructure plans, they contribute to the overall stability and functionality of urban areas.

Railway Infrastructure Safety

Land surveyors are crucial in railway design and maintenance. They provide information about track alignment, grade, and clearance requirements. This data is essential for ensuring the safety and stability of railway networks, preventing derailments and accidents.

Pipeline and Utility Infrastructure

Land surveyors play a role in the construction and maintenance of underground utility infrastructure like gas and water pipelines. They accurately map out the underground terrain and assess potential risks such as sinkholes or soil shifts. This helps in the proper installation and maintenance of utility networks, reducing the chances of leaks or other safety hazards.

3D Modeling and Simulation

With the aid of advanced technology, land surveyors create detailed 3D models of construction sites. These models are used for simulations and testing, allowing engineers to predict how a structure will behave under different conditions. This proactive approach enables the identification and rectification of potential safety issues before they become critical.

In summary, land surveyors are unsung heroes in the realm of infrastructure development and safety. Their work spans from the initial stages of project planning to ongoing maintenance, ensuring that the built environment is secure, resilient, and capable of withstanding the challenges posed by natural forces and human activities. As technology continues to advance, the role of land surveyors becomes even more crucial in safeguarding the stability and safety of our infrastructure.

[echoesofwisdomcountup]

27 Days until Tears of the Kingdom Release. More trailer analysis today for y'all. I have watched it an unhealthy amount of times but like the music slaps so hard that rewatching it is not a chore at all. I'm sure most of you by now have heard that the main lead in instrument is a Saxophone which is sick imo.

Spoilers under the cut for those avoiding things.

Picking up where we left off yeasterday, we know have giant sinkholes in the desert. They could be quicksand or pits of death but they could also grant access to an underground section beneath the desert. Considering this is Arbiter's ground, these things might be related to the rising structure earlier in the trailer. Whatever the case, I know that one of my first courses of action will be to walk right into one of these to find out just what they are.

This part to me really hammers in that the underground sections of the game are no joke. They seem to be large and extensive and I'm so ready to explore them. Of course this place is also giving me dungeon vibes which is awesome. Also interesting to see the fire resistant armor mostly unchanged (from what I can tell at least.)

FLYING BOATS!! Are they ghost boats? Magic boats? Zonai tech boats? Who knows but I like the way they look. I think I made it very clear in the first trailer analysis that I needed to explore the giant tornado in the sky. Thank you Nintendo for showing more of the stormhead (although I'll get to the similarities with Skyward Sword another day.) You can see that this boat the trampoline that we see later in the trailer. Its going to be fun to use those.

Now this construct is fairly massive and it isn't the same as the minecraft looking one from the previous trailer. However, I wonder if this one will actually fight us or if its a larger construction construct (hehe). Either way it looks very cool and I am leaning towards fightin given the amount of boss fights this trailer highlights.

My jaw dropped the first time I saw this (although tbf it might have been dropped lower since so much of the trailer had me in shocked awe.) I love the new jump animation Link has (its shown much better later on) which as far as I've seen is only used in gravity manipulation sections. Also yeah gravity manipulation. I've seen several reactors look at this and the weird steps later on and talked about slowing time. Nah its gravity. The little green circle is keeping the water orbiting it at the center. Although, I wonder exactly how common this will be. I hope its used more than once.

Look at that flight suit!! It reminds me of a flying squirrel and I love it. Also mission impossible style laser dodging is not what I had on my totk bingo but I'm not complaining. However, if this section is motion controlled I think I can confidently say that many of us will need several tries. Still a cool use of the new diving mechanics. After this is the shot in the orb but I don't really have anything to say about it except the thing in the background looks like a gumball machine.

If this isn't one of the labyrinths in the sky, I will eat my shoe. In fact, I'm willing to bet that this is in that cube that haunted me in the past trailer.

Sick new spear, same animation, horse that looks very similar to Epona (oh I hope), and most importantly NPC's FIGHTING ALONG SIDE US!! I'm very stoked to see the other members of Hyrule fighting in groups against monsters. It's not just Link. Hyrule is everyone's home and I'm so happy that Nintendo is letting regular the NPC's fight to defend it. Even if their equipment is a little haphazard.

I love Link's expression so much. A little guy. But also he has the shiekah slate and it's got a usb connection into the spool of wire. I'm guessing this is right after/before the little robot arms shot in the past trailer. I have no idea what this is about but I'm curious. Maybe they are viewing more memories stored in the slate? Either that or plugging the wire into the slate is for upgrades or it accesses a specific area.

I have no clue who this person is but I am intrigued. They kinda look like the wall painting showed off in a past trailer but I have no idea what that means. I give this figure props for being mysterious and interesting looking. (Some people said this was in the art book but again I avoided that.)

This part of the castle is very pretty but I don't believe for one second that Link is actually there in the present. He is either reliving a memory or has time traveled because the throne room for sure hasn't been fixed in his time. Magic is involved here.

Zelda looks like she is at an altar. I'm very much reminded of Skyward Sword. I don't know what this means for her but maybe it has something to do with the Master Sword or her goddess powers.

Hmm I mean the random figure saying Link is the last line of defense is cool and all but this shot confuses me. Link's hand should be damaged/be the ancient hand. Is this even Botw Link? Also why is he pulling out the Master Sword again? We know it was damaged so did Zelda stick it back in the pedestal to recharge? So many questions.

Random figure talking to Zelda (who I think might be related to the Owl/the Sage in OOT that talks to Link in the sacred realm) has a similar looking hand. Maybe it's the same one that Link gets or maybe several Zonai have arms like this. Either way we get the first look at the tears part of Tears of the Kingdom but I'll talk about them more the next time.

That's it for today. The only other news I have is that Nintendo has apparently confirmed we will be starting the game in the sky. I'm assuming we either have a very long starting cutscene before they let us have control of Link or we do Great Platau 2.0 first and then we descend to the ground and have to explain what happened to someone like Impah and then the game gives us the explanation cutscene. Anyway, bye for now.

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

You Should Watch Miami Vice:

A treatise on the most poorly-remembered show of the 80′s

If you’re like most people, when you hear Miami Vice outside the context of a bar, you picture the following: shoulder pads, speed boats, bikinis, and pink and teal pastel. You probably think about the worst excesses of the 1980′s, of a kind of cultural sinkhole where there was nothing cooler than Ray-Bans and masculine posturing.

However, much like Captain Kirk is (mis)remembered as a sleazy womanizer, and the first Rambo movie is (mis)remembered as a paean to how AWESOME KNIVES ARE, Miami Vice has been frozen in pop-culture memory as something it really isn’t. A funhouse mirror reflection of what it was actually all about.  Because the thing is: Miami Vice is good. Like, really good. 

At its core, it’s a show that is:

Well-written, with a coherent emotional and thematic arc across its seasons, despite being made before the era of arc-based TV

Incredibly beautiful, with cinematography, directing, and musical/sound editing choices that literally changed the way television was produced

Deeply, sometimes painfully human, with main characters who are often wrong and/or make bad decisions with real consequences, and who often ‘lose’

And on top of that, it’s not really copaganda (no, really), and it’s pretty damn queer (yes, really.) It’s also an old-school episodic show, which means the characters have a ton of space to breathe and grow and be multi-faceted, and the production has room to experiment, both with technical stuff and the writing. There are episodes that are so deadly serious your mouth feels dry as the credits roll; there are weird, silly, fun episodes where utterly bonkers things happen; there are episodes that feel like David Lynch was moonlighting as director. It’s neo-noir, it’s magical realism, it’s a workplace comedy, it’s a treatise on how there’s no reforming unjust systems, it’s a love story about two men who refuse to grapple with the idea that they’re the most important thing in each other’s lives.

You should watch it. But let me keep trying to convince you, anyway.

Vice was the brainchild of Michael Mann and Anthony Yerkovitch, and in 1984, it looked and sounded like nothing else on TV. There’s an auteur touch to the majority of episodes-- not just a unified look, but a willingness to try things that worked in the movies on the small screen. When you watch a lot of shows from the early to mid 80′s, they look the same as shows from the 70′s-- en episode of Spenser for Hire could’ve been shot on the same day as an episode of Starsky and Hutch. People talk about the legacy of shows that led to our modern era of “prestige TV--” there’d have been no Sopranos without The Wire, etc-- but in a lot of ways, with its artistic, film-like framing, melancholic New Wave aesthetics, and abnormally high production values, Miami Vice is the grandpappy of all of them. 

The recurring cast is very small: for most of the show, it’s these seven characters. (No, I don’t know why this cast photo is posed like they’re at a wedding for someone they don’t seem to like very much. Literally all of the promo photos for this show look like terrible wedding or prom shoots.)

From the top left, we have Larry Zito (Hawaiian shirt) and Stan Switek (pink stripes); they’re initially the comic relief. They love Elvis and bicker like an old married couple, and as partners they get a lot of the surveillance jobs. They do not escape the show unscathed.

The two ladies are Gina Calabrese (blue belted dress) and Trudy Joplin (palm tree dress); I adore them and they are wonderful, and each of them gets a couple of solid episodes, but they aren’t always given the most spectacular scripts. Gina is both the sweetest, most naive member of the group and the one most likely to shoot first and ask questions later; Trudy is an expert researcher and cannot be arsed to do emotional labor for her dumb male colleagues.

The man in the black suit with the moustache is the squad’s lieutenant, Martin Castillo. Castillo doesn’t show up until episode six, and when he does the show’s whole tone kind of suddenly clicks into place. Castillo is weird. He speaks very little and blinks less; he makes eye contact with no one unless he is making so much eye contact it makes you want to bury yourself in the dirt. Also he’s maybe secretly a samurai?

Then we have the two assholes in front, our main characters: Sonny Crockett and Ricardo Tubbs. Sonny (white guy in spring green and lavendar, the kind of man who wears a sleeveless shirt under a blazer) is a career Miami cop with a history of unprocessed trauma, a conga line of dead friends and partners, a wife who is trying her best to divorce him, and a six year old son he has no idea how to parent but loves very deeply. Rico (Black guy in grey and white, the kind of man who wears a three piece suit in 98 degree weather with 100% humidity) is a New York transplant with a dead brother, an utterly bizarre sense of humor, the world’s worst taste in women, and a terminal need to fix every broken person he’s ever come across while also probably sleeping with them. Their relationship is the emotional core of the series. Neither of them is equipped to handle this.

Sonny is probably the worst-remembered part of the whole badly-remembered series. Pop culture positions him as a wise-cracking cowboy cop who drives too fast and lives even faster, when in reality mostly Sonny is just very depressed, very lonely, and almost certainly a self-hating closeted bisexual.

He is a sad, bitchy pretty boy who legitimately thinks the only thing he’s good for is waving a gun around, and he only drives his government-owned drug dealer Ferrari so fast because he’s trying to drive away from his feelings.

Vice is a five season show, and unfortunately, you’ll often see fans arguing about the seasons and whether or not you can or should skip any of them. Here’s the thing: it’s an episodic show from the 80′s. No matter how much Mann or any of the other showrunners tried to make it consistent across its runtime, that’s not really how TV works. 113 episodes does not a movie make. Because of this, each season does feel a bit different from prior seasons, and which season you prefer is going to depend a lot on your personal tastes. Nonetheless, I wouldn’t recommend skipping any of them-- when you do watch the show from the pilot to the finale, it really does feel like one coherent storyline.

Season 1: Many people’s favorite season. A good mixture of tragedy, comedy, mystery, etc. The first six episodes are still kind of “working things out” tonally, but the whole season is worth watching. My personal favorite S1 episode (Evan, the second to last of the season) isn’t available on all sources, but is an absolute must watch, especially in terms of providing context for understanding Sonny as a closeted queer man.

Season 2: My favorite season. The show has its footing and knows what it wants from its characters and its audience. I would argue that almost every episode of this season is a good one, and it’s thematically very consistent. (Also, I think, possibly the most “fun” season despite a lot of darkness?)

Season 3: Also a lot of people’s favorite season, although PERSONALLY I think of S3 as “the police brutality is good, actually” season. Dick Wolf (yes, that Dick Wolf) was the showrunner for this one, and he wanted it to be “grittier.” I think S3 is necessary for understanding Sonny and especially for understanding the relationship between Sonny and Rico, but it’s definitely the copaganda season.

Season 4: The season a lot of people feel you should skip, because it’s “too weird” or where the show jumped the shark. There are some... real strange episodes in this season, including one about aliens and another about cow semen. For real. I’ll be honest: I kind of love S4. It backpedals the grittiness and focuses more on the characters’ inner lives again, S4 also ends with a fantastic two part cliffhanger that is picked up at the beginning of S5.

Season 5: A truncated half-season with a couple of “lost” episodes that actually fit in before the finale. Season Five is sad. The fallout from the end of S4 is heavy, grim stuff, and S5 doesn’t shy away from showing how that has fucked everyone to hell and back. The finale of the show is thematically excellent and emotionally satisfying; while the show was cancelled, they wrapped it up successfully.

“Okay, fine,” you say, sipping the cafecito I handed you while I explained all of this, “so it’s not just about a cool guy in an Armani suit driving an Italian car really fast. But you mentioned it was gay? It still doesn’t sound very gay.”

Well. Let’s see.

There’s what should be a cringey “very special episode” about gay cops in 1984 that is instead one of the most heartfelt and upsetting episodes in the series. Never once does this episode no-homo the main characters, and in fact, men being able to touch each other is positioned as healing and necessary.

Sonny and Rico are the only people who think the other is funny. Their hands and eyes are on each other all the time. Rico used to watch Sonny’s college games on TV and remembers his number. They both repeatedly throw missions for each others’ sakes. They spend all of their time together. There’s an on-screen “I love you” (there’s a ‘man’ at the end but it rings like someone hedging his bets) and a few episodes later the character who received the I love you marries a random woman he literally met less than a week ago in what can only be described as the saddest and most desperate attempt to Not Be Gay Anymore ever caught on film. They cradle each others’ heads more than once. A song about “loving the boy with the pretty green eyes” plays in the background of a conversation they have about following each other to the end of the earth in the finale.

All.

these.

prom.

photo.

shoots.

  and whatever the fuck this is.

You finish your third cafecito, shaking slightly from the caffeine, trying to prevent me from handing you a fourth. “Fine,” you admit. “But I still need more convincing. I can’t just watch something that’s good and thematically whole and about two sad men in love. It needs to also have... have some kind of, I don’t know, je ne sais quoi about it. A little extra spice.” Your hand rattles the demitasse against the saucer as you speak.

I pull off my food service uniform to reveal that underneath, I’m dressed as a carnival barker.

WELL. LET ME TELL YOU, FRIEND, WE’VE GOT:

An absolutely golden 80′s soundtrack that is atmospheric, consistently used at pitch-perfect moments, and which has been preserved in its entirety without any licensing issues

A guest cast list that includes a ton of super fucking cool genre actors, musicians, poets, and other assorted famous people playing weird, fun roles (James Hong! Earth Kitt! Pam Grier! Frank Zappa! James Brown! ...G. Gordon Liddy!?) AND many of the future stars of the 90′s before they were famous (Bruce Willis! Julia Roberts! Liam Neeson! Helena Bonham Carter!)

Sonny has an actual pet alligator named Elvis. He lives on his boat and sometimes Sonny has to take him to the vet

Jai Alai

Rico is a vegetarian, which feels like a difficult thing to be in Miami in the 80′s

Izzy. Just. Izzy. The most perfect, most ridiculous, rat-bastard con man and wannabe poet, Izzy.

Episodes directed by both Starsky and Hutch

Sonny’s pathological need to put things in his mouth

Whatever is happening here:

I watch your face carefully for signs of acquiescence, but all the frothing at the mouth I’ve been doing has made it a bit hard to see through the foam. I assume you are convinced and hand you a seventh cafecito. You have not drank the fifth or the sixth. I will drink them when you leave, that’s fine.

MY JOB HERE IS DONE, I announce.

You ask me to elaborate on the whole “not copaganda” thing, trying to grab me by the candy-striped suspenders.

I can’t totally elaborate on that without spoiling a bunch of the show, but suffice to say: ultimately, Vice is about how you can’t change corrupt systems from the inside, that the police serve the rich and powerful, the function of vice cops is basically to create the illusion of order while letting the government quietly destabilize the countries the drugs are originally coming from, and that anyone who tries to be a “good cop” ends up eaten by the system, corrupt, or dead.

There’s some backpedaling on this in the middle of the series with the whole Dick Wolf thing (that man loves his fucking cops), and not every episode is totally consistent with its messaging, but season five definitely doubles down on “this is actually a bad system that really can’t be fixed.”

The show isn’t perfect (I mean. it’s still a cop show from the 80′s)-- it’s a product of its time, for better or for worse. But Miami Vice is really damn good. It’ll make your heart hurt in the best way possible. You will want, desperately, for Sonny to figure out that he’s worth something more than his career as a police officer. You’ll come out of it with a lot of feelings about Phil Collins. I think anyone who likes a good story about people has the potential to really fall in love with Vice-- I’ll admit I literally started watching it as a joke, and realized pretty quickly that everything I thought I knew about the show was wrong.

Satisfied with my answers, you try to leave.

I hit you with a plate of cocaine.

[musetotheworld]

I voted but it's tied! Do I still get fic? If so what about supercat first kiss? Maybe it takes them by surprise?

Any vote gets fic! Obviously I like it better when Supercat is ahead, but any vote counts!

.

"Do you kiss all the damsels in distress you rescue?" Cat asks with a careful nonchalance that Kara would absolutely not recognize without years of practice. She's too good at pretending to be unaffected by anything that comes up.

Including, apparently, surprise kisses from a superhero who swooped in to save her right in the nick of time. The car Cat had taken out for a quick drive was still settling to a stop at the bottom of the cliff, rocks from the sudden sinkhole and road collapse rumbling down the slope after it. Kara can still feel the chill down her spine at how close she'd come, and that chill had led to the perhaps ill-advised kiss.

Especially as Cat is just starting to date her cardigan wearing secret identity.

It's so new they haven't kissed, and new enough Kara hasn't admitted her true identity just yet. She plans to soon, now that things between them are official, if still a little hesitant, but she hasn't quite gotten around to it.

"I-"

"Because personally, I would've preferred after a calm night out, and the cape left behind," Cat continues before Kara can think of what she wanted to say. "Date night is so much better for these things than rescue night, don't you think?"

"You knew?" Kara asks, mind still working to catch up, the adrenaline coursing through her system making refocusing a little difficult.

"Of course I did," Cat says, a smile taking any bite out of the words. "But I think that's a discussion for another location, and given that the car is a lost cause at this point, what do you say you fly us somewhere we can talk, hm? And then perhaps we can have a redo on the whole first kiss thing."

Grateful for the reprieve, Kara nods and lifts them into the sky once more, already planning what she'll say, given that Cat knows and has known her secret.

And maybe also planning that redo.

Why waste a second chance, after all?

[kitkatt0430]

Spike for character ask game

one aspect about them i love

He's really such a disaster. For every badass thing he achieves, he also just completely screws something up. Kills Slayers, but also gets smacked with an axe by a Slayer's mom and it messes up his day. Makes dramatic speeches and gets immediately captured by the Initiative. Tries to kill Buffy, falls in love with her instead. Makes these impressive plans, gets bored halfway through the execution.

He would absolutely, unintentionally, re-enact Scotty claiming to know the Enterprise like the back of his hand and then immediately knocking himself unconscious from lack of spacial awareness from Star Trek. Just smack his head right into something - probably in the sewers - right after claiming to know the terrain well. That's just Spike's vibe sometimes. :D

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

Spike doesn't actually like himself much. He talks a good game, but even before he got his soul he saw himself as lovable because Dru loved him and when she cheated on him and broke up with him he spiraled because... if Drusilla didn't love him then who would?

Spike wanted someone who would love him when he was vulnerable as well as strong, who could love the poet, not just the monster. Who'd see something worthwhile in him even when he struggled to see it himself.

So if Spike isn't struggling with his feelings of self worth - soul or no soul - then is it really Spike?

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

He still writes his poetry. After what happened with Cecily, he's always been very careful to make sure no one - not even Drusilla - found it. Though clearly Angelous/Angel did at some point, given that Angel said he liked it. Darla and Drusilla never saw any of it.

one character i love seeing them interact with

Joyce. I think to some degree Spike saw some of his own mother in her. But also he just respected her a great deal. Quite the lady who would go after a vampire with an ax and no training. But would still give him relationship advice along with hot cocoa and marshmallows to cheer him up.

They both needed an adult friend with common interests and found that in each other.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Darla. I don't think we ever saw Spike with Darla outside of flashbacks and it would have been interesting if Darla had gone to Spike for help when she'd realized she was pregnant. I don't think Darla liked Spike much on a personal level, but she saw how he was with Drusilla. I could see her wanting to put that kind of protective focus onto her own child, especially as she came to realize that she wouldn't survive giving birth and was afraid of seeking out Angel for help.

Future fanfic idea? Maybe. :D

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

The first anniversary of Joyce's death after Sunnydale became a sinkhole, Spike went back to the edge of what remained of the town to leave flowers and pay his respects.