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Classified Information #2: The Sound

From the Carpenter Foghorn Vol. 21, Issue 3

Uploaded by Christopher C. Buchanan 08/25/2018

Life Beyond the Stars? Carpenter State Researchers Capture Mysterious Sound from Space

By Troy M. Bauserman

Since Galileo first charted the moon’s phases, scientists have obsessed over a haunting question: are we truly alone in the universe? For many, all it takes is a glance through a telescope to answer that question. How could we possibly be alone in all that real estate? But the student researchers at CSU’s Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy may be closing in on a definitive answer. It comes in the form of a mysterious sound recorded from the very depths of space.

“There are all kinds of radio signals in space,” explains Sharon Ackworth, a PhD student working out of Carpenter State’s esteemed Weir Laboratory. “Anything that produces a magnetic field will also cast radio waves which we can pick up. And yes, you can translate those radio waves into sounds. But [our sound] is unique from say, a radio wave generated by an atmosphere, because it is a sound.”

“The Sound” as it’s come to be known in the department, is not wholly unique. NASA first captured sound from space in 2003, but sadly these noises remain inaudible to the human ear. “We know we have a sound,” Ackworth says, the frustration heavy in her voice. “We’re just not there yet—technologically—to hear it. Suddenly we’re in an arms race to be the first laboratory to amplify a cosmic sound into an audible range.” A feat that Ackworth notes sounds much simpler than it is, requiring state of the art audio technology to “turn it up” by millions of decibels.

As for what the sound may be, Ackworth hypothesizes that they’ve captured the sound of gas expelled from a black hole. Until we hear it with our own ears, however, I’m happy to believe that our little gray friends are finally reaching out to us from beyond the stars.

“I don’t get it,” Kayla cocked her head to the side as she watched Iris work at her laptop. “You can’t even hear it?”

“That’s the whole point,” Iris said, her eyes glued to the computer screen. “It was recorded before this software existed. Fuck, I can’t believe it’s even real.”

“I still don’t get it,” Kayla repeated. “So, we recorded a sound that isn’t a sound…sure. But if the technology exists now, why hasn’t anyone done this before?”

“Because,” Iris said, glancing conspiratorially through the glass walls of their private study room in the Carpenter State University Library. “The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy shut down years ago. There was like a whole scandal. A bunch of fellows transferred out and their work was abandoned. After that, The Sound just kind of became an urban legend.”

Kayla leaned in behind Iris’ shoulder. Iris had pulled the audio file from the school’s archives and was now playing around with the sound wave in some fancy audio program that Kayla didn’t recognize (Her question, “What is that, Audacity?” had elicited a sharp snort from Iris). At its native frequency, the sound wave charted a straight line. But slowly, as Iris played with the program, small, periodic ridges interrupted the line’s straight path. It was satisfying to watch the sound take shape, even if Kayla didn’t totally understand the process.

“How did you even find it?” Kayla asked.

“It was buried in CSU’s private server. Bailey hooked me up with access.”

A knock at the glass cut into their conversation.

“Speak of the devil.”

Bailey DuBois entered the study room with her backpack slung casually over her shoulder. The small blonde adjusted her glasses on her nose as she said quietly, “Library’s closing in fifteen.”

“Cool,” Iris nodded.

“No, Iris,” She said. “Like, you need to leave.” Bailey did her best to look stern in the face of old friends, but she’d always been more comfortable with books than people. She glanced around to see if anyone was passing by, then said more quietly, “The confidential server is no joke, Iris. If someone finds out that I let you use my access…”

“Confidential?” Kayla squeaked.

“Relax,” Iris said. “We’re wrapping up now anyway. I copied the file to my computer so I can do the rest from the apartment.”

The tension released from Bailey’s shoulders. “So you found the file?”

“Sure did.”

Bailey stepped further into the room to join Kayla behind Iris. “That’s it?” She asked.

“It’s taking shape right now,” Iris said. “We’re going to leave, I just…I need to hear it first.”

“What are you even going to do with it?” Kayla asked.

Iris smiled then said, “I’m gonna put it in a song.”

Bailey’s laugh pulled Iris momentarily from the screen. “Why not?”

“I thought there wasn’t any sound in space,” Kayla said.

“Technically that’s not true,” Iris replied, turning back to her work on the laptop. “In a vacuum, sound waves can’t go anywhere. But the student who discovered The Sound hypothesized that it was sound moving through space gas or something.”

“Or,” Bailey said. “It could be aliens.”

Kayla backed away toward the glass wall, her arms crossed over her chest. “Is there any chance this thing is dangerous?” she asked. “I mean someone took the time to bury it on the very fucking private and spooky secret server, yeah? You remember what happened to those people in Cuba?”

“I’m pretty sure the government made that up,” Iris laughed, digging into her backpack to pull out a pair of wired headphones. “You can spot for me if you’re so worried. Take these off if I start bleeding from the eyes.”

“Honestly, it’s a moral imperative that we listen to it,” Bailey said. “For science.”

“And rock and roll,” Iris nodded.

Unspooling the cord, she slipped the headphones over her ears and plugged the audio jack into her laptop. She took a deep breath, said something campy like, “To infinity and beyond,” then hit play on the program.

From the Carpenter Foghorn Vol. 22, Issue 5

Uploaded by Christopher C. Buchanan 09/01/2018

“Weird” Weir Laboratory to Close Down: Dean Pulls Funding on Controversial Program Amid Rumors

By Teri Daniels

The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy is closing down after nearly forty years in operation. The decision was announced in a press statement by Dean of Arts and Sciences Strickland Pierce. Though many departments have been forced to tighten their budgets in the wake of the economic downturn, the Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy is an outlier in Dean Pierce’s plan to maintain funding in STEM.

“It’s purely an economic decision,” Office Liaison Amanda Cline said on behalf of Dean Pierce. “A time of austerity forces us to make tough decisions. We’ve seen that in the elimination of other programs such as the Screenwriting major last year.”

But the decision comes in the aftermath of Dean Pierce’s souring relationship with program director Dr. Philip Weir, Jr. Dr. Weir, whose father bears the namesake for the Weir Laboratory, had endeared his students to his eccentric personality throughout the years, though his behavior had reportedly grown erratic in the weeks leading up to the department’s closure. Dr. Weir had attempted to publish an article in the Carpenter State University Scientific Journal purporting definitive proof of extraterrestrial life. He later barricaded himself inside of the Weir Laboratory with a dozen PhD students, insisting that he wouldn’t leave until he had proven the unpublished paper to be true. An anonymous source claims that the culture inside the Weir Laboratory was in recent years less of an academic community than it was a cult. Following the incident, Carpenter State University declined to press charges against Dr. Weir but dismissed him from his position.

Dr. Sharon Ackworth, head researcher at the Weir Laboratory, has vowed to continue Dr. Weir’s work. “It’s like losing your home in a storm,” she stated. “What can you do but pick up the pieces and move on?”

Kayla backed into the corner of the study room as she watched her friends take turns on the headphones. First Iris, trancing out, head bobbing to the cosmic tones, slowly back and forth on a swivel.

“Take them off!” Kayla cried after a few minutes.

A weak moan trembled from Iris’ lips as Bailey pulled the headphones from her ears. She’d never felt anything like that before. Though she turned to look at her friends, she only saw the outlines of their bodies. Her mind was somewhere else in the universe.

“You’ve got to hear to this,” she managed.

Bailey closed her eyes as The Sound washed over her. It was faint, an echo of something deeper that she knew was there but couldn’t quite hear yet. It was taking shape, just as Iris had described. Something was reaching out, something wanted to be heard. A message filled with pure, uncorrupted power.

“Music,” Iris said when she removed the headphones from Bailey’s ears.

“Music,” Bailey repeated. Her thoughts floated beneath a cosmic mist. Everything felt so still in that moment, as if the entire world had come to a stop. Everything except for Bailey’s heart, which was racing.

It wasn’t fear. It was arousal.

Iris must have felt the same way, because she leaned in close to Bailey, her hands pressing down into the arms of the chair as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her heavy breaths still moved to the tempo of The Sound. Bailey licked her lips unconsciously, fighting a sudden urge to make the space between them as small as possible.

And she would have if Kayla hadn’t interrupted her.

“Are…are y’all okay?” she squeaked from her corner.

“It’s like…we’re so insignificant,” Iris spoke through glassy eyes.

“So small,” Bailey echoed.

Kayla managed to get Iris to pack up her stuff and by the time they were outside of the library her friend had mostly come to her senses. Iris’ initial reaction had shifted to the practical applications of The Sound. “I mean, I’ll still have to play with the decibels but even at this level…wow. It’s not rock and roll, it’s like trance music. Imagine what it’ll do for the club scene…”

That night Kayla turned in her bed, images of her friends under the influence of The Sound ensuring a restless sleep. In the next room, Iris was wide awake as well, slaving away at her computer. She’d tried to sleep, but couldn’t tear herself away from her work. She continued amplifying The Sound until she found sound beneath the sound.

She was certain now that it was a voice. Distant and inaudible, like a conversation heard from the bottom of the ocean. But it was unmistakably something alive and something intelligent.

Iris’ desire to piece together the full range of sounds buried in this single audio file had driven her forward, but when she heard The Voice she was once again sucked into the black hole that was its Power.

Its? Who was it? A being that existed long before the earth and would continue to exist long after.

Fuck, why was that so hot? Why was she suddenly burning up? Why was she soaking through her panties? Iris thought of the look in Bailey’s eyes after she’d listened to The Sound and found herself growing hungry, not just for her friend but for everything. She wasn’t working anymore, abandoning the program to lean back into her chair and explore her wet pussy. But as her fingers rolled over her swollen clit, The Sound pushed through on its own, growing clearer in Iris’ ears as she neared orgasm.

It was unmistakable. An intelligent voice speaking in an unknown language. A message that was meant to be heard, its strange words mixing into Iris’ moans until she was repeating them herself. As she came to The Voice’s Message, Iris felt that some fundamental part of her existence was melting away, lost down some deep, cosmic rabbit hole.

What was left over would be remade by The Voice.

From the Carpenter Watchblog

Uploaded by Jamie Watt 05/22/2018

In Search of a Reclusive Scientist

By Corbin Arroyo

In the short, often strange history of Carpenter State University, few stories are stranger than the sudden meltdown of The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy. Yet it’s an event that few talk about, buried in the shallow pages of a student newspaper and left there with no critical consideration. At its peak, The Weir Laboratory was an acclaimed research facility that made massive contributions to our modern understanding of space. Many of its student researchers transferred to more notable schools, but in my attempts to reach these former students, none were interested in discussing their history. None, save one, who remained in the area after the department’s closure.

Despite her proximity to Romero, Dr. Sharon Ackworth was not easy to track down. After a brief attempt to salvage the Astrophysics and Astronomy program, she left academia entirely. She now lives a few miles outside of town. Shrouded in a dense overgrowth of trees, you can only spot her trailer from the road if you’re looking for it. That’s how Dr. Ackworth likes it. Her small abode is a shocking contrast to the sanitary, fluorescent glow you may imagine in a science lab. Color has faded in every corner of this place, the wallpaper an off-white trending toward yellow. That’s what I can see of the walls, anyway. Most of it is papered with pages from spiral notebooks, margins filled with obscure and complex equations far above my English major.

Dr. Ackworth clears some space from a small table just off of the kitchenette. It’s cluttered with old cardboard boxes stuffed with files that I assume are everything she salvaged from her department. She later confirms that she took everything from Dr. Weir’s office. An entire history of a college department stuffed into a leaky, old trailer just off a dirty county road. Dr. Ackworth sips from a coffee mug that says “C8H10N4O2” on its face. My mug has Garfield on it. It sits untouched in front of me.

Dr. Ackworth is barely forty, but a long, thick tangle of rusty-gray hair makes her age difficult to track. Her face looks young. Despite her surroundings, her appearance, I’m certain she could pass for thirty. She doesn’t care about any of that. She hasn’t for a long time.

Her forthcoming account to me of the last days of the Weir Laboratory makes me question why she chooses to live in seclusion. She tells me that it isn’t necessarily fear that’s driven her away from Romero. After all, if she were running from something she’d at least leave the state. No, instead she’s just given up on being heard. In all the years that she’s lived out here, no one has cared enough to ask why.

“Everyone thought that [Dr. Weir] was obsessed with extra-terrestrials,” she remembers. “But that wasn’t the point of his paper. He wasn’t looking for fame or glory, he didn’t want to be the person to prove that aliens exist. It was a warning. At first, we thought The Sound was some sort of natural phenomenon, but we were wrong.”

The Sound that Dr. Ackworth refers to here was recorded by her laboratory in 2005 and became the major point of research in the last years of the Weir Laboratory. An actual sound recorded from the depths of space, one which Dr. Weir and Dr. Ackworth became obsessed with. Inaudible with regular audio technology, but not impossible to hear.

“It wasn’t just one sound though,” she continues. “As we worked with it, we found that it was cascading. Sounds upon a sounds, a voice buried beneath a deep, deep echo. And the more we listened to The Sound, the more it changed us. It burrows into your mind until it’s the only thing that you hear. It’s the only thing that you care about. And you find that it’s not just words, but commands. And you’re powerless to disobey them.

“It moved through the laboratory like a virus, infecting anyone who listened to it. The message was sent to prepare us. An arrival, in which its speaker would inherit the earth and all life that existed within.”

She takes a breath, grips her cup a bit tighter.

“[Dr. Weir] was the first to see what we were becoming. Our obsessive dedication to unlocking every detail of its hidden message terrified him. When he locked the laboratory down, it wasn’t to prove his theory or anything. It was containment. Until the The Sound could be properly destroyed, nobody could leave. He knew that such drastic measures would surely mean the end of his career, and he was right. Everything that you’ve read, the story about program cuts—that was all Dean Pierce’s spin.”

Watching Dr. Ackworth share her story, it’s clear to me that something really happened in that department, something that necessitated a cover up from the highest levels of Carpenter State authority. It drove Dr. Weir to destroy his own reputation, forced Dr. Ackworth to the edge of society. Things like this don’t happen without reason. Was it an evil message meant to prime us for extra-terrestrial conquerors? It’s hard to believe. But reality won’t diminish Dr. Ackworth’s feelings, the years she’s struggled to find anyone to listen to her.

I’m listening, Sharon. And I won’t stop until I find the truth of it all.

The preceding article was retrieved from online archives. It was initially removed from the Carpenter Watchblog by writer Corbin Arroyo at the request of the College of Arts and Sciences. It has been retained on the private server for documentation purposes.

Bailey hadn’t been herself since she’d listened to The Sound.

Even days after, she couldn’t shake it from her head. It echoed in her mind like a bad song.

At night she would drift off into a sleep weighted down by the same vivid dream. There was a figure deep in space. Deep, but not unreachable. It spoke to her, its words locked behind an unknowable language, muffled further by the millions upon millions of light years that separated her from it.

And yet she understood the meaning of its message.

Bailey would awaken, heart pounding, drenched in sweat. The first thing she saw was Iris. The image of her friend in the study room was burned into her memory. Those distant eyes focused on a power so far away, but still stronger than any human on earth. It was the hottest thing Bailey had ever seen.

Iris swung both ways, but as far as sexual orientation was concerned Bailey had never deviated from men. Iris would joke about hooking up, a kind of punk rock desire to make everybody in the room uncomfortable, and Bailey would always laugh it off. But now she drifted off into rough fantasies of Iris holding her down, dominating her.

She could teach me, Bailey thought. She could teach me to be a good flesh puppet.

What was that? Where had that come from?

Bailey tried to resist the urges that her late night fantasies conjured. She avoided contact with Iris, even went so far as to delete her from her contacts. Yet when Bailey wandered the library she caught herself peering through the glass walls of its study rooms. What did Bailey even plan to do when she saw Iris again? She feared to speak the answer into existence.

Work normally kept Bailey grounded, but now she found the library to be the hardest place to think. For her, it was ground zero. She was becoming something now and it couldn’t be stopped.

She was becoming a flesh puppet.

The thought made her drop in a quiet corner among the stacks, aching for release. The top floor of the library had a private bathroom where she would go on breaks to scroll Instagram. Locking herself in, Bailey was barely sitting down before she had her fingers buried in her pussy. Even awake she could hear The Voice, encouraging her.

“Fuck!”

Her cries were pure, unrestrained obedience.

The orgasm broke her. She remained seated, arms hanging limp like a doll’s, as The Voice’s Message filled the space where she had once had thoughts.

She came back slowly. A finger twitch, a jaw click, an eye roll. It was like something had crawled inside of her and was adjusting to its new home.

She took a deep breath.

It was time to see her friends.

The apartment door vibrated with the thumping sound on the other side. Bailey tried the knob and it creaked open. She was met with a mix of voices that she immediately recognized.

The first was Iris, confident and domineering, issuing commands between shallow breaths. The second, distant and hungry, was Kayla submitting to those commands, begging Iris to go deeper. The third voice—Bailey knew it but had never heard it. Not like this. It was The Voice, its alien words pumping through Iris’ sound system as clearly as Iris and Kayla’s cries.

Bailey found her friends in the living room. Iris had Kayla bent over the couch, taking her from behind with a large, black strap on. Beads of sweat trickled down their naked bodies. Kayla’s mouth was wide open, tongue dripping, glassy eyes rolled back into her head as she took the full force of her best friend’s silicone cock.

Bailey was driven to the floor by the massive weight of The Voice’s Message. She tore at her shirt, pulling her bra down to expose her breasts. With one hand she groped; pinching, twisting, rolling her fingers over her nipple. The other hand found its way down into her wet shorts.

Bailey’s moans mixed among her friends as she cried out the words that burned their way into her mind. They weren’t alien when they left her lips. A translated Message for the world to hear: “I am…the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare…my body and my mind for the…Great Arrival! I will Fill whatever need is…expected! I will Preach, I will Build, I will Breed! I will Shape the…soil to The Messenger’s Desires! I am a flesh puppet! My Submission is eternal.”

When Bailey looked up, she saw that Iris was speaking the same words, her eyes looking through her. Kayla too was trying her best to repeat the loop, but she struggled through the pounding. After the two finished, Iris stepped toward Bailey, leaving Kayla motionless on the couch, simply absorbing The Message that repeated over the speakers.

Though Iris spoke freely, her lips continued to move silently to The Message’s words in small breaks between her own. The effect was something uncanny, like a robot imitating a human’s speech patterns but struggling not to process all of the other data around it.

“I was wondering when you’d return,” Iris said coldly, approaching Bailey. “I couldn’t fight it for that long. I let it take me the night we found it. Kayla too. She was so scared at first, but she saw the way. How long did it bounce around your head?”

“So long…” Bailey moaned.

“And now that you’ve heard the complete Message, you know how much work we have to do.”

“So much…”

Iris slipped her finger beneath Bailey’s chin and lifted her head so that she could look down into those empty eyes. Empty, but so full of desire.

Bailey, staring down the face of Iris’ cock still dripping in Kayla’s sex, licked her lips.

“I am ready,” she said, her lips too beginning to move to The Message. “We must prepare my body for The Great Arrival.”

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #hypno story #alien mind control #as promised about two months ago

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enassbraid · 1 year

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Haiiii may i request rui, tsukasa, mizuki and akito with a reader who is easily flustered Thank you :3

Is Your Heart Already Painting Portraits of Me?

Featuring Rui Kamishiro, Tsukasa Tenma, Mizuki Akiyama and Akito Shinonome

Hi anon! Sorry this took a bit… i swore I already wrote something like this but apparently not?? Istg i did and I have no idea why

CW ) they tease you, I think there’s some cursing in here I forget, clear tired writing in Mizuki’s part (im so srry..), fluster flustered flustering

Rui Kamishiro

Rui finds your flustered expression and actions amusing. He had no idea how simple it would be to make you lose your cool.

The first time it happened, he was barley doing anything. All he did was take your hand in the Kamiyama halls, and didn’t realize how red you were until the two of you arrived at the destination. Rui noticed how fixed your eyes were on his hand on yours and pieced it together form there.

“I didn’t even know that shade of red existed, isn’t that interesting. And are you breathing ok?”

You did everything you could to keep your eyes off of Rui’s face, knowing that would only make you more flustered. His voice alone was doing that! It felt embarrassing standing there trying your best to muster up words, all while Rui stood there holding back chuckles.

After this incident, Rui would always make an attempt at flustering you whenever he saw you, and it always worked. Sometimes he even felt bad! How can someone get so red and shaky from a kiss on the cheek? Or a hand on the shoulder? So while on one hand he might have felt slightly bad, but on the other he found it interesting and amusing.

Rui won’t publicly humiliate you with your weakness however. If you two are in a group setting with close friends such as Tsukasa & Mizuki, he might slightly make you flustered. But in a larger group or with people less known he will refrain from it.

You can’t stand the grip Rui has on you, but you don’t mind as long as it’s him.

Tsukasa Tenma

Tsukasa is oblivious at first. He thought that you were always just so warm and always had a red face in situations, it took a ridiculous amount of time for him to realize why you were exactly like that.

You always had a struggle for words around Tsukasa when he was being ever so slightly affectionate. You’d feel your face heat up and lose your train of thought over almost anything this guy does. And what does he say?

“Oh (Name)! Are you feeling alright, you’re so red?!”

Tsukasa would make a big deal out of it… not to embarrass you or because he knows you’re flustered, but because he’s just so oblivious. But do you wanna tell him the real reason? No! Cause he’d somehow find a way to make your flustered state worse.

Just the way he calls you over in a public setting or how soft-spoken he is with you in private makes you so red. It feels like you’re about to burst in those situations. And it was when Tsukasa was being gentle and quiet with you that he realized why you’re always so red.

“Wait, (Name), don’t tell me you’ve been flustered this whole time! And you never told me?”

When you finally confess that yes, that is the case, Tsukasa’s first question is if you’re ok with him flustering you intentionally. Even if you can’t control it- he worries about making you feel embarrassed and doesn’t want you to get that idea.

Tsukasa is sweet about it, you’re grateful for such a good boyfriend. Even if you can’t keep your cool around him.

Mizuki Akiyama

You and Mizuki have a weekly date where you share something about yourselves to the other, and learn more about it and how it can positively affect your relationship. It was a cute idea brought up by Mizuki when you two first started going out- and was a great way to get to know each other better.

On one of these dates, you confessed how easy it is for you to get flustered. To which Mizuki just says ;

“I’ve known… it’s pretty obvious (Name), I just didn’t wanna say anything incase you were ashamed.”

Was it really that obvious? You were glad Mizuki didn’t point it out actually, otherwise you would have probably been worse. However now that you have admitted? They will tease you a lot about it.

On a regular day, Mizuki will just give you a few compliments to see you blush. But on one of Mizuki’s good days, they’re all over you. Always giving you compliments, taking your hand- hell. One time Mizuki even fed you during lunch. It was embarrassing, but a somewhat sweet moment.

It’s a good thing Mizuki also gets flustered, otherwise you’d have no way to get back at them.

Akito Shinonome

Akito hates how easily flustered you are. Not because he’s embarrassed of you- oh no definitely not. But because he is just as easily flustered. Will he admit this? Absolutely not. Never in a million years will you catch him admitting to this.

The thing with Akito is that he’ll get flustered when he sees how much of an effect he has on you. He could be doing something so minor like leaning on you and he’ll catch you going red. All he can think is this is because of him, how you feel about him.

You might get easily flustered in general, but with him it’s so much more. Although he gets just as flustered- Akito will still be cocky about this. He’ll tease and tease when you two are alone, you can’t catch a break.

If by some chance you catch Akito red faced, you will never let him live it down. You can finally get back at him. He’ll bury himself into the crook of your neck and say ;

“Just please don’t tell the others- I swear I’ll stop teasing you if you don’t tell them.”

It’s funny to you. After his secret is finally revealed, Akito is much nicer. But it feels better to know both of you are deep down a flustered mess for each other.

Somehow the situation makes Akito softer as well. Now he wouldn’t be afraid to cling onto you or be the little spoon. In fact- he’s not even embarrassed to ask like he was before. You’ll gladly let Akito cling onto you or be the big spoon, he feels like a gigantic teddy bear like this.

It’s nice to be yourselves with each other, and having no embarrassment of your flusteredness.

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currently in a strange state of thinking about how etho, known runner and ‘he’s a survivor,’ chose to protect cleo and grian even at the detriment of himself and the rest of the server, something something ethubs is in a weird position while cletho is definitely winning (idk if any of this is making sense) the difference between “he loves me” versus “i never expected him to protect me”

YES. OKAY. I had to run and watch bdubs' episode from this week since I hadn't seen it and good grief. yeah. I've really been avoiding making silly life series things into dramatics this time around, but there's something that runs so deep between etho and bdubs regardless of that that I had to answer this. I actually wrote something up and then reworded the whole thing into this:

so I think etho and bdubs play the game very differently, and I also think, that, at least from a character standpoint, bdubs and etho understand that difference between each other. both etho and cleo don't see bdubs as a threat, even on red (especially with the way etho waltzes around him like it doesn't mean anything, aligns himself with him as soon as he's infected, and has since the beginning, offered some sort of haven for bdubs to exist in). so as much as ethubs might be on temporarily shaky ground, if we consider the context of them in the life series as a whole, I think this isn't the first time that etho's elected to protect his teammate and chance of winning. Which. Help girl!!

etho is also more scared of cleo than he is of bdubs--I think etho's often taking advantage of bdubs' kindness and forgiveness, and I think he thinks it's much less likely that cleo will forgive him as easy as bdubs would. with that, I think also that etho doesn't remember the bargains and pacts he makes when he's faced with a quick decision. his loyalties at the beginning of the season don't stick throughout the whole time the game is played--or they nearly don't. I think they kind of treat their loyalties differently as well. as much as etho wants to keep everyone he cares about in his immediate circle, he is, like he always is, spreading himself much thinner than he actually can.

so I think. yeah. it makes sense that etho would elect to protect cleo. I think he protects grian less than he does cleo (since he talks about where grian is in the base, and goes to get the warden and such), and part of me thinks that's because people know what happens when you team with grian. lest we forget grian's horrible track record of killing his allies. I also think it's important to note that I think both cleo and etho are scared--of the game, of the people around them, of losing their progress--while grian is not. grian doesn't fear the games at all.

I will also say, that the phrase we also should be bouncing around is bdubs' "this is how you treat me?" because. good grief. something about that--I think the real jealousy of bdubs' voice kind of seals the deal for me. I really do think that bdubs' jealousy is warranted, despite him knowing that etho never agreed to give him anything. I think he's operating less on an assumption that etho would offer him something in return, and more on the idea that etho, after hearing bdubs tell him how far he would go for him, still chose to hide his overt ally. that's the real kicker here I think. etho up until this point was trying to play both sides, and doing well, up until he deliberately chose to side with cleo, his overt ally, and not bdubs, his long-time friend. I think etho cares about both of them deeply, but he's having to choose a side that serves kind of his best interest, and cleo is that side, both for his own protection, and because bdubs isn't really his overt ally.

I really think this is like. holding up a mirror to last life. we get comments from bdubs about the heart, about how etho and him can be on the same side, and then we also get etho choosing his partner over the rest of his teammates, and almost over himself.

do I think it comes down, this time, to etho's supposed clear path at winning? to not wanting to dig himself further down into a hole, like he did spreading himself too thin in last life? maybe! do I think bdubs is seeing the same thing pan out again and wondering if it'll be different? absolutely! do I think this means cletho is winning? maybe? I think if anything, this dissuades them from turning on each other. loyalty granted sort of situation, and etho's respect and care for cleo shining through. do I think this means that ethubs is losing? no <3 never <3 if anything, etho will ultimately recognize his horrible mistake and come crawling back, like he always does. but I think him choosing cleo over bdubs in that moment is to protect himself from a fallout he knows he can manage, versus one that might have him killed.

he's a survivor, man.

BUT ALSO. lest we forget. they are SO stupid and silly. bdubs as both a character and creator is incredibly dramatic, and will always cajole etho into the worst situation possible. and etho is a pathetic loser who will always fall for it and worry about upsetting his friends. he will also always be the most spooked person in the world.

UM LMAO did any of that make sense?

#THIS WAS. WAY LONGER THAN I TWAS SUPPOSED TO BE. SORRY ANON #UM #HOW WE DOING TONIGHT EVERYONE #the way i talked to shepherd for two HOURS about this very ask #good lort #asks #text #anon #slsmp #secret life smp #secret life spoilers

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Hey I hope this doesn't sound weird or anything. I just noticed the AUM symbol in your description. Can I ask you some questions....? Is law of assumption compatible with Hinduism? Can you show some examples or verses....?

Consciousness and the void in Hindu scriptures

I will be focusing on the concepts of consciousness and the world only, also there are some stuff about the void state here.( Yes, the concept of void is thousands of years old, in eastern spiritual traditions)

1) Adwayaraka upanishad-

(2) Always realizing "I am of the nature of Consciousness (cit)," with eyes completely shut or else with eyes somewhat open, by looking inward above the eyebrows - he, beholding the Absolute, the Supreme, in the form of a multitude of fires of Being Consciousness Bliss, assumes the appearance of luminosity.

2) Mandukya Upanishad

(6)The experiencer of these states of consciousness is the Lord of all. This one is all-knowing; this one directs everything from within. This one is the womb of all. All things originate from and dissolve into this.

As you know there are three states- waking, dreaming and sleeping state. Now there is a fourth- called turiya( this is my Tumblr name lmao) TURIYA is not state, but the experiencer of all! Turiya is what experiences the world in waking state, creates a new world in dreaming state and is still present in the sleeping state.

"When one experiences all the states of consciousness, then he establishes himself in his essential nature-Pure Consciousness and realizes that he is the all-knower. Then he acquires the knowledge that the Pure Consciousness flows on various degrees and grades, termed waking, dreaming, and sleeping. These states or modes of consciousness have arisen from their source, turiya, and finally dissolve in it. Yet the nature of Pure Consciousness, which is self-existent, never changes. It is everlasting, infinite, and changeless. "( From enlightenment without god-manduya upanishad)

(7)Turiya is the fourth state. In this state, consciousness is not turned inward nor outward nor both. tis undifferentiated; it is beyond the spheres of cognition and non-cognition. This state cannot be experienced through the senses or known by comparison or inference; it is incomprehensible, unthinkable, and indescribable. This is Pure Consciousness. This is the real Self. It is the cessation of all phenomena; it is tranquil, all-blissful, and one without second. This real Self is to be realized.

3) kashmiri shaivism

Consciousness of lord Shiva is not overshadowed by this created world. The world cannot obscure consciousness. On the contrary, consciousness gives rise to the existence of this world.

( swami lakshmanju)

When there is no sensation, only the supreme existence of God consciousness, that is the hightest state (parā).It is without sensation, because sensation remains only there where the sensation is felt by the feeler. God consciousness is not felt; it is your own Self.

( swami lakshmanju)

something very interesting about the void~

One should meditate on the void in one’s own body on all sides simultaneously. When the mind has become free from thoughts, one experiences everything as the Void.

(VERSE 43)

Therefore, before starting the practice of dharana on the internal space, you should first define the directions. within yourself and then mentally conceptualize those directions as nothing but empty space or void. By doing so you will find that gradually the mind ceases to identify with the gross body. Then, as the experience intensifies, the mind and body are separated and the thoughts cease. Having transcended the body and mind, the awareness identifies with the vast expanse of consciousness, which pervades the space all around it.

( This sound very similar to the void state right? It's a spritual practice from Vijanana bhairava tantra, a particular scripture for kashmiri shaivism. Yes, the translations are actually THE VOID, the void is translated from the word shunya in Sanskrit. From the concept of shunya, concept of zero was developed in India)

If one contemplates simultaneously that one’s entire body or the world consists of nothing but Consciousness, then the mind becomes free from thoughts and the supreme awakening occurs.

(VERSE 63) vijnana bhairava tantra

O great Goddess, one should concentrate on this universe as nothing but void. Dissolving the mind also like this, one then experiences the state of laya, or total dissolution.

Translation (58)

Laya means the state of dissolution'. Here, as in the previous dharanas, the universe is first dissolved into the void through a process of annihilation of everything that is contained within it. Thus the concept of the universe is transformed into nothing but the void of consciousness. When the universe is nothing but void, or shoonya, the mind is dissolved in the same way. By focusing the awareness on the void or empty space, the mind, which acts as a barrier to the higher experience on account of its continuous movement into the past, present and future, begins to lose its support and also dissolves. This leads to a totally new dimension of awareness, known as shoonya, which is all pervading stillness.

Commentary( 58)

Beyond reckoning in space or time; without direction or locality; impossible to represent; ultimately indescribable; Blissful with the experience of that which is inmost; a field of awareness free of mental constructs: that state of overflowing fullness is Bhairavī, the essence of Bhairava. It is that essence which is ultimately real & fundamental; it is that which ought to be known & experienced; it is that which is inherently pure, and it is that which pervades everything.

(Translated from Christopher wallis, Vijanana bhairava tantra)

4) Advaita vedanta

Our minds are just waves on the ocean of consciousness. As waves, they come and go. As ocean, they are infinite and eternal. Know yourself as the ocean of being, the womb of all existence.

-Nisargadatta Maharaj

"Give up identification with this mass of flesh as well as with what thinks it a mass. Both are intellectual imaginations. Recognize your true self as undifferentiated awareness, unaffected by time, past, present or future, and enter peace."

Adi Shankaracharya

One should not think ‘I am this – I am not that’. To say ‘this or that’ is wrong. They are also limitations. Only ‘I am’ is the truth. Silence is ‘I’. If one thinks ‘I am this’, another thinks ‘I am this’ and so on, there is a clash of thoughts and so many religions are the result. The truth remains as it is, not affected by any statements, conflicting or otherwise.

(Source: Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi, Talk 248)

5) Ashtavakra gita

In me, the shoreless ocean,the ark of the universe,moves here and there, driven by the wind of its own mind(universalmind).I am not impatient.

O Marvellous! Iam really pure Consciousness.The world is like a magic show.Hence,how and where can there be any notion of rejection or acceptance in Me.

You are the endless sea In whom all the worlds like waves Naturally rise and fall. You have nothing to win, Nothing to lose.( 15.11)

You are in whatever you see. You alone. Just as bracelets and bangles And dancing anklets Are all of the same gold. (15.14)

The universe is but a thought in Consciousness. In Reality it is nothing. One who sees the true nature of existence and non-existence never ceases to exist. The Self--which is absolute, effortless, timeless, immaculate--is without limits and at no distance from you. You are forever It.

Beside all this you must have heard of this statement right?

Aham bhrahmasmi

which means I'm the ultimate reality. Here, the I is one's individual consciousness.

tat tvam asi

Which means you are the true essence or root or origin of everything which exists.

I can't cover everything in one go, so I only covered stuff which I have read about. I hope I have cleared your doubts. If you have any other questions, DM me.

#tantra #consciousness #hinduism #advaitavedanta #law of assumption #void state #spiritually

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Rope Live at the Lunabühne, Weißenburg Germany - Review

Yes, you read that right. It took two eight-hour train drives and several rebookings due to strikes to get from my home city to the opposite side of the country and watch my favourite play, but it was worth it, and possibly one of the few chances I'll get to ever watch it on a stage. I really wish Rope was more regularly performed, especially because I’d be willing to travel anywhere just to see it (like this great rendition if only I had known about it sooner, thank God YouTube exists though), so I was stoked when finding out about this charming little production in December.

The Lunabühne is a small, communal theater in the beautiful southern German town of Weißenburg, and is a place for amateur actors and comedians of all ages to present their talent, of which they have a lot. I thought it would be fun to share some of the experience with you guys, and since the theater was kind enough to allow pictures, I’m able to upload some of them on the blog as well.

Having read the play dozens of times in English, it was admittedly a little strange for me to hear the dialogue in my native language, but after a short while I got used to it and the translation worked quite well. Then, of course, there was the dialect. I won’t get too deep into this because I don’t know how interesting it is for non-German-speakers, but basically, Weißenburg is located in a region called Franconia, which isn’t classified as its own state but has a very distinct culture and dialect compared to the state of Bavaria, which it is a geopolitical part of. With me being from the North and speaking the classic High German dialect, hearing the characters speak a dialect I know best from numerous comedy programs I watched as a kid was quite amusing, especially because @larasangne and I literally joked about a 100% stereotypical German/Bavarian adaptation of the play like two years ago.

Also, before moving on to the actual play, I’d like to say that the actors and everyone else involved are some of the most friendly, down-to-earth people I’ve ever met. We talked for about an hour after the play had ended, and they even allowed us to take a picture on-stage with the set and insisted on also being in the picture. Amazing people, amazing actors.

Now, I should start by saying that I actually saw the play twice, on the 8th and 9th. The main reason for this, and perhaps one of the most interesting as well as surprising aspects of the play, was the original actor of Granillo being unable to attend the premiere on the 8th. So, the director had to take over his role spontaneously on that day, and let me tell you, he did an amazing job for having literally one day of preparation.

I loved how both actors brought their own flavour to the character; the director, despite not looking exactly like the description of Granno in the play (which he jokingly mentioned before the performance), really brought over an intense skittishness and subtly became more and more disheveled over time, using all sorts of little mannerisms to express his anxiety (a lot of which was real) and also being quite funny later on when the character got drunk.

Whereas the original actor in the second showing played Granno as very withheld and tense at the beginning, occasionally intensified his performance as he got more drunk and lost self-control, but always with a constant dark cloud over him as if his spirit had been broken from the very start. Both actors had great comedic timing when it came to the 'drunk humour' and got loads of laughter from the audience.

Rupert’s actor was fantastic as well and really captured the essence of the character. He was extravagant, sarcastic, and constantly fucking with everyone else. Whenever he got especially annoyed or his jokes went over the other characters' heads, the actor would sorta look above the heads of the audience with a raised eyebrow or sometimes even a full-on grin, like making fun of the other characters together with the audience. The way his demeanor slowly evolved from playful to suspicious to completely speechless to aggressive was so well done, and his speeches toward the end were very intense and capturing.

Brandon's actor perfectly captured the narcissistic, passive-aggressive cockyness of his character, and his constant insulting remarks as well as intense verbal exchanges between him and Rupert were a delight to watch. Especially the final scenes were insane, switching between calm conversation to tense silence and at last, the big confrontation with lots of shouting.

Another big highlight for me was Kenneth's actor. The best I can describe his energy is a Golden Retriever in a red tuxedo and with an 80s mullet. It was so very fitting for the character somehow and I think the actor had as much of a great time on stage as Ken had at the party. The actress of Mrs Debenham played drunk even better than both Granno actors combined, I really have no idea how the cast didn't burst out into laughter whenever she played her part. The actress of Leila absolutely rocked her 20s flapper outfit and overacted in the exact moments when it was necessary to give her character that certain mean sass from the play. I thought it was pretty hilarious how Sir Kentley was dressed, spoke, and acted exactly like a slightly grumpy, yet friendly middle-aged German from the South. And lastly, Sabot's actor used the few appearances he had to tickle a laugh out of the audience every time with subtle body language and his dialouge.

One funny thing I'd like to add is the smoking on stage. I’m not a smoker and I discourage people from starting to smoke whenever possible, but I honestly thought it was pretty cool that Rupert, Brandon, and a few of the others smoked real cigarettes on stage. It definitely added to the overall atmosphere and reminded me of the movie right away.

Overall, this was an amazing experience and I'm extremely thankful it worked out despite the stress of planning and re-planning a short trip. Not only was I able to watch my favorite play on stage, but it was also my first trip to that region of my home country and I got to explore the Medieval town and nature surrounding it for a few days. If I ever get another chance to watch Rope on a stage, I will definitely write a similar review-type post, as this was a lot of fun.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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#my post #rope 1948 #rope 1929 #rope theater play

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Is The Owl House Timeless?

So this morning I made a blog about how the main thing required for something to be timeless is for it to be at least decently enough written to connect with an audience and that it had to have an emotion that the audience could connect with. A universal feeling that could cross race, gender, religion or even, yes, time. I used It’s a Wonderful Life as my example then.

I bet a lot of you who read it though were waiting for me to talk about TOH though because I know a LOT of people in the fandom at one point expected TOH to not only be timeless but a classic. The new Avatar the Last Airbender or the new Harry Potter (especially in what people wanted for its popularity with the latter). Both of those works are indeed timeless, as much as I am loath to compliment Harry Potter.

Is The Owl House? Individually, I think one could argue specific episodes and maybe the first season but the real reason I wanted to do this follow up blog is that satire and comedy almost always ages the worst. As worldviews change, what was mocked might not seem like it was in such good taste. How many 80s/90s college comedies like Animal House now feel kind of tacky when viewed from a modern lens? Or at least kind of misogynistic with their treatment of women?

I don’t think there are many element in TOH that are going to be as yikes as stuff like that someday but I think there’s already been a turn against it. It claimed to be progressive but in the end gave few real answers to that which it wanted to claim it was better than and even fell into many of the same holes as other works like it fell into. Its comedy is often stale and rooted in needing to be in its exact same mindset in order to be able to enjoy it.

Frankly, the style of satire, comedy and social commentary kind of makes me think of the spoof movie craze in the mid 2000s. You know, stuff like the constant sequels to Scary Movie, or Action Movie, etc. like that. TOH NEVER gets as bad as those, don’t get me wrong, but they’re both taking the same approach to their writing of these elements.

Rather than tackling it with a human emotion, something anyone can latch onto, they’re looking for buzzwords, specific gripes and incredibly specific tropes/references. Then they nail it to a board so they can hammer away until it’s damn near unrecognizable and whatever point was there is lost because they’re using a blunt object when a scalpel is required.

A LOT of people way better at this than me have talked about how a lot of things that want to be ‘satirical’ or ‘subversive’ are nowhere near as good as Mel Brooks but rather than talk about why his subversion is allowed while so many people fuck it up, I just want to talk about why they’re so often still timeless.

Blazing Saddles is the easy one. Human stupidity, greed and hate is always going to exist so rooting your comedy in both a genre and time period known for being exceptionally stupid, greedy and hateful, all while it normally tries to pretend it’s not, is just brilliant. Frankly, the main change from some Westerns to Blazing Saddles is that it’s willing to recognize bigotry and state it as bigotry, rather than try to justify it as a noble crusade or the like.

How about Space Balls though? One line tells you that they know what makes Star Wars both good and also exceptionally silly: “Evil will always win... Because good is dumb.” You want to criticize the fantasy genre as a whole? THAT is how you do it because we’ve all gotten fed up by meat headed heroes who walk into an obvious trap instead of thinking for literally five seconds but we also still like seeing those same meat heads win! It also plays into the ego in most fantasy villains as well as their hubris, as such working as just a general villain line but with the bluntness and delivery needed for it to be a joke instead.

TOH never really has this. Honestly, the best moment it comes to it is probably when the crackpot human curator seems so close to the truth before going off the deep end into conspiracy theories. I’ve literally had a friend do that to me once where I thought they were sane and rational until one night they told me, and I quote “You could have a catgirl girlfriend, it’s just that no one’s willing to admit that they’re real.” It’s a genuinely good subversion away from there being a mastermind villain and instead he’s just some loon who managed to be about 20% right in this case and that’s enough to make them dangerous. And mocking that level of insanity, of someone who has just lost themselves entirely in a rabbit hole that everyone else knows is unhealthy, is a common thread for many, especially in the modern age. It’s not like people in Ancient Greece never had to deal with some loon who thought the end of days was coming though.

Most of the time though? Most of the time it’s stuff like the Golden Snitch reference where it’s not even referencing a common trope in fantasy writing but specifically calling out a very singular thing. Where if you don’t know Harry Potter, or even worse LIKE QUIDDITCH, then you have nothing to connect to there. Maybe Luz’s outrage over losing due to a technicality but it’s not even a technicality. It’s just being outplayed and so the closest to a more universal feeling is betrayal but the joke spends so much time on rage at the literal trope, instead of even what Boscha did, that the thread at bare minimum gets lost.

And that’s much of TOH’s elements like these. They have a theoretical point to them but along the way, they lose their point or focus, or are so focused that they miss the universal element that’s right there. Take The First Day. Luz is someone who has struggled in school because of being bullied and an oddball. This was a great chance to really connect with every child who feels left behind by the school system because they won’t cater to them.

Except... It doesn’t work here. Her complaint isn’t that she can’t learn, that how things are being taught don’t work for her either because she learns differently or her brain processes things differently, etc. like that. Instead, it’s that she COULD learn whatever single subject she is stuck on but that’s not what she WANTS to learn.

Even the detention kids are the same way. Viney in S2 is established as one of the best healers in the school despite her multi-classing but it’s got nothing to do with her multi-classing. As such, strict healing magic is something she learns just fine. It’s just that she’s not being allowed to be creative with it.

And THAT is an interesting topic to discuss, schools stifling creativity or needing to give opportunities for it, but the narrative context stops that. They never say it because it would get in the way of their point but the school should say they allow single tracks because it’s literally illegal for them to do otherwise. That can allow a theme of how industry and government too often dictate the priorities of our schooling and how that’s a bad thing. That would even fit within the themes of TOH where the individual is crushed by the monopoly. By the ‘normal’.

But they don’t do that because they have a different goal in mind. And this is why being well written is part of my criteria for being timeless. Again, not perfect, but an invested audience in TOH should also have that nagging question of why the coven system isn’t getting brought up in this episode. The EC is brought up as the basilisk disguises themselves as an inspector, but never that the Emperor would potentially close the school entirely if they were to allow mixed classes because that goes against both the coven system and the Titan.

It instead just never comes up so while it has a theoretical point it’s trying to make, the resonance is lost as a reasonable question, a genuine plot hole, grows wider and wider with every passing minute until the moment an audience should cheer for creativity winning out, for the need for flexible thinkers to be shown, is still met with some amount of confusion as people wonder why the show still hasn’t said ANYTHING about the coven system properly in this entire episode, even as now Hexide does frankly the biggest act of rebellion in perhaps the entire show.

And that is when TOH is GOOD. The later TOH goes on, the more and more a disconnect can be felt between the theme or resonance the writers are going for and what they’ve actually setup until S3 is pulling things out of its ass left and right because it can’t even do an identity arc with a clone, a sci fi staple to put it mildly, right because it literally can’t focus on anything long enough to make it function. Or its actions are too contradictory to keep you invested, like in Reaching Out where Luz is willing to at least tell 75% of her problem to Eda and King but then acts like she literally cannot, lest she die instantly on the spot, tell Amity or even think about it for all of five seconds.

As I concluded my last blog: Resonance should be something that all writers as a base element of writing should strive for. Bare minimum, it should resonate with the writer and that will help it resonate with others. How well you can make your writing be able to resonate beyond yourself though is the real test for a good story and a good writer.

And while obviously the fandom for TOH proves it resonated with many, myself even at one point, I wonder how many it still resonates with today? And especially as time wears on and tests the claim of it truly being transcendent of the moment it was created, or if it will just look like a relic to be left behind.

#TOH Critical #the owl house criticism

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So tonight we're gonna talk about Japanese urban legends.

Let's get started with

Kuchisake-onna (Slit-Mouthed Woman).

If you are unlucky enough to meet Kuchisake-onna during a solitary stroll, she will ask you if you think she is beautiful. As with Aka Manto, consider your answer like your life depends on it (since it does). If you say no, she will immediately murder you with her scissors. If you say yes, she will remove her face covering to reveal a gaping mouth that has been slit from ear to ear in a haunting smile. Then, she will ask again: say 'no' and you die, but stick with 'yes' and she will slit your mouth like hers. The only way to escape Kuchisake-onna, is to tell her that she looks average

Teke Teke

Teke Teke is said to be the ghost of a woman or schoolgirl who fell on a railway line and was cut in half by an oncoming train. The vengeful spirit—outraged by her untimely death—now haunts urban areas and train stations at night. Since she no longer has legs, she drags herself on her hands and elbows, which produces a chilling “teke-teke” sound. Should you encounter Teke Teke, run! If the malicious spirit catches you, she will slice you in half with a scythe. Although she lacks legs, she is extremely fast, and has been known to keep up with cars. In some renditions of the story, she will ask you where her legs are, in which case you must reply “Meishin Expressway” in order to survive. In less hopeful iterations, your only chance of survival is to outrun her, which is completely impossible.

The Red Room Curse

For those reading these tales on your computer, this story is for you. The Red Room Curse is an internet-focused story that starts with an ominous pop-up. The pop-up features a red screen with black text that reads, “Do you like the red room?,” which is accompanied by a sinister pre-recorded voice asking the same question. No matter how many times you close the pop-up, it will continue to appear until the voice has finished its question. Afterward, your entire screen will turn red and become flooded with past victims’ names. No one knows what happens next, but the receivers of the pop-up are always found dead with their blood painting the walls red, creating the titular red room. Once you receive the pop-up, it is impossible to escape your fate

Momotarō – Arguably the most famous Japanese folktale, this is the quirky story of a boy born from a peach who was discovered by an old childless couple when they split the soft fruit open. Momotaro jumped out and was raised by the couple

Howling Inunaki Tunnel-The true mystery of Inunaki Village is whether or not it ever existed. Rumors of it have persisted in Japan and online since the 1990s. Supposedly located deep in the Inunaki countryside of Kyushu’s Fukuoka Prefecture, this abandoned village is said to only be accessible through Inunaki Tunnel. The stories say that all who enter the village are doomed to a violent death. These myths and tales also seem to mention that there is some sort of “official” sign stating, “The Japanese constitution is not in effect past here,” meaning all who enter are on their own to face the real or supernatural horrors that await.

Aka Manto- Aka Manto (red cloak) meets victims when they are most vulnerable: on the toilet. He wears a white mask and a long red cape. There are many variations to the legend. He holds red and blue toilet paper in some stories, but he’s only in his cape in others. However, he always asks the victim to choose a color: red or blue? Like Japan’s slit-faced woman asking, “Am I pretty?” it doesn’t matter what you answer because Aka Manto kills you regardless—choosing red rewards you with a stabbing, spilling your blood all over the stall. If you answer blue, Aka Manto either suffocates you or sucks out your blood, leaving you blue-faced and dead on the floor. So your best bet is to either ignore the fiend or run away.

Ok I think that's all for now. Hope you will all enjoy this.

#horrorblog78 #horrorblogafterhours #urban legends #Japanese urban legends

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Good Omens 2 Re-watch. Episode 5.

“You leave me with no alternative” – says Aziraphale to the musician preparing to promise to give him a book for free.

[Love the Doctor Who theme playing in the background, hehe]

“Nina and Maggie are depending on me. They just don’t know it yet.”

First of all, all those jokes about Aziraphale organizing a ball to dance with Crowley are actually very true. And I don’t think he’s doing it just to hold Crowley’s hand – he really wants to see Nina falling in love with Maggie so that he himself could believe that Crowley might open up to him someday at last. Again: he wants to have control over something; he wants to feel that he is capable to make someone happy, and to deal with his own problems himself too.

Secondly, Aziraphale could have just as well made all those people come to the ball – after all he made those men in suits leave his bookshop and never return – but he chooses to negotiate with them, manipulate them, but let them come on their own free will. He’s basically tempting them all, but “They don’t have to say yes,” as Crowley once put it. And Crowley is following him around watching this.

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I love speeches they do in Hell. :D Dagon in the first season, now Shax. :D No wonder, Crowley was the one to record the greeting message. XD

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Nina talking to Crowley is so much gentler than when she’s with anybody else. Both here and later when she tells his about Lindsay leaving. You just see how she feels him and relates to him. It’s like it’s easier for her to talk to someone for whom everything is harder than for most of other people. She’s all prickly with Maggie and Aziraphale because quite often they act like the world is a happy place made of rainbows and unicorns with kind people all around you. Compared to that Crowley must seem kind of more real to her, or at least less annoying, huh.

And God, oh God, Crowley’s face after that conversation. How can a person show so much emotion with their dark glasses on?

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The scene on the terrace of the French restaurant leaves me with a whole bunch of complicated feelings. They’ve probably all been described already, but if I try to lay them out for myself…

The first time I watched I didn’t even pay that much attention to the “smitten” joke, because I was a bit disturbed by how little attention Aziraphale pays to Crowley’s concerns. “You’re being silly” is not the way you should calm down your demon, Aziraphale!

But, as I looked through the gifs later, and now during the re-watch, I came to realize that this moment also shows me that side of Aziraphale that I’ve been trying to feel and describe in these posts.

Now, we’ve got this “smitten” joke, which everyone likes to mention, and it’s great because it’s just in the middle of two POV’s, so to speak.

When Crowley starts talking, he’s damn serious. Though he doesn’t talk directly about all his concerns, he’s still very much in the state where he wants Aziraphale to listen to him, to hear his worries. “I spent last night worrying… He could smite me…” I wonder if little part of Crowley wishes in this moment that Aziraphale would think of the danger he’s putting Crowley in and give in, and give up his stupid idea to hide Gabriel further – at least for Crowley’s sake, and this way Crowley might keep him safe.

But then Crowley happens to stumble upon this unserious linguistic matter – “smote… smited?” – and his whole rant is compromised, as if he is too afraid himself to sound too pleading too desperate. Remember, he did completely the same when he was going to ask Aziraphale for holy water. “Walls have ear… trees have ears… ducks have ears. Do ducks have ears?” – absolutely the same. Poor boy, he just can’t speak seriously about his own fears, the danger he is in. :’( Too nervous, too afraid to ask… T_T

Crowley is known for talking a lot about how he is selfish and values his own existence above all, and yet he is always the first to take huge risks to save others. Like in every single historical minisode this season, and several times in the first season too.

And here he suddenly bares his fears to Aziraphale hoping that the angel would see that if Crowley is afraid then it’s serious and he should be afraid too.

But the thing is that he gets a completely opposite effect.

Aziraphale suddenly feels more confident. He feels responsible, and therefore he feels the strength he needs to carry out this responsibility. We’ve already seen him like this: when he tries to snap Crowley out of his panic after Warlock’s birthday and come up with a plan, at the end of the world in season 1 starting with the refusal to fight the war and further; we’ll see it later, when he “does the thing with the halo” because nothing else and no one else is helping.

And he enjoys it. You can clearly see it while he’s convincing Crowley that he has nothing to fear. It’s not because Aziraphale is oblivious of the danger or doesn’t care about Crowley’s safety. He does, he’s just met Shax after all. He just can’t help and enjoy the feeling of being brave and sure and ready to act and protect – for once. He wants it so much – to feel capable, to feel competent. I wrote in the previous rewatch posts why.

We’re so used to the (head)canon that Aziraphale loves playing damsel in distress and letting Crowley save him. But this season states it quite clearly – if partly as a joke – that he does it for Crowley more than for himself. “Saving me makes him so happy.” That’s a joke, because Aziraphale knows perfectly well that most of those times he did need saving. But whether he does or doesn’t need saving, Aziraphale is always ready to admit that Crowley has done something wonderful. He knows Crowley loves it. And Aziraphale knows he would love it too. “There must be something I could do for you.”

So yeah, maybe he is a bit intoxicated by this feeling, maybe he is too sure and optimistic about Gabriel, maybe his plan is a bit rubbish (though let’s admit – the ball plan worked better than Crowley’s rain plan), but his motives are pure.

[Oh God, I wish so much to finally see a situation where Crowley would have to rely on Aziraphale for something big and Aziraphale will be capable enough to save the day and Crowley…]

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Should we or do we even have to talk about all the moments where people call Crowley nice in this season? Apart from Aziraphale, there’s Jim and Mrs Sandwich and really Nina would do so too if she wasn’t Nina. It’s so… On one hand, it’s for fans and all, and it works – I do a little delighted noise every time Crowley can’t help being nice and someone mentions it.

[My theory is that there wasn’t enough nice and deep Crowley in S1, so now we’re getting what they owed us.]

On the other hand, doesn’t it sound a bit like foreshadowing to you? Or, like the things we ought to pay attention to. Crowley doing good just because “why not” and because “I do what I please”, kind of proves Aziraphale’s point which is: Crowley hasn’t ever been bad, he deserves Heaven as much as (if not more than) other angels do.

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I’m really not a fan of Aziraphale messing with people’s emotions. I know he means well, but making people feel fine and even happy while they have all reasons to be upset looks far too much as robbing them of their free will.

That’s a bit like the thing he does with Crowley at the end, isn’t it – thinking he can make him happy even if Crowley doesn’t want it, thinking he knows better what’s best for him.

And this is such a striking contrast with the beginning of the episode where Aziraphale goes to great lengths to get people come to the party on their own free will.

Again, I think this comes from the notion that this time round he’s responsible, he has an idea, and he is so excited to see it work, to be able to save the day. For once. He enjoys being in charge so much, he even asks Crowley to go out so that he can surprise him with the new bookshop look later.

The same comes for the ending where Aziraphale is so happy to be the savior that he doesn’t even listen to the person he’s trying to save.

I can understand him, I know how easy it is to cross this line and not even notice it, especially when you’re feeling euphoric about something.

But of course it was wrong both times. It even reminds of that horrible moment in S1 when Adam makes his friends smile while they’re crying.

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The whole atmosphere of the ball surrounded by demons is so NeilGaimany, it suddenly feels as if the stakes are higher than you expected. At least for a moment. I must say I like it that in the end it turned out that no humans were hurt after all.

Crowley throwing himself between Maggie and the demons is a moment that makes me jump a little. It’s not Aziraphale, Aziraphale isn’t even around to be impressed, and Crowley doesn’t know yet who those ominous creatures are – and his instinct is to defend the human and to stop something bad from happening.

And oh how much I love the fact that Crowley talks to those demons as someone of a higher rank! :D I love being reminded that Crowley was cool and actually very high-up in Hell. And he still has a lot more power than average demons or angels.

[I really suspect that one of the reasons I liked this season so much on the first watch was because it gave me all my favourite things about Crowley, lol.]

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Aziraphale looking at Maggie while she and Nina are dancing – there’s so much gentleness and hope, and longing in that face! He wants the same for himself so much. And he hopes for it.

At the same time Crowley is worrying crazy, the whole weight of all these people’s fates on his shoulders. And Aziraphale isn’t listening to him. There’s already a lot of great heartbreaking meta about the way they keep things from each other and then not listening when the other one tries to talk.

I just want to stress how brilliantly the POV in this scene is done: with Aziraphale, we desperately want Crowley to take his hand and dance and talk and appreciate the beautiful thing he’s created to solve their problem (because as Aziraphale sees it, if they fool Heavens, Gabriel won’t be discovered – he doesn’t know yet that Shax has already acted on her threat). And with Crowley, we get frustrated with Aziraphale for not listening, for acting recklessly and putting them all in danger. And at the same time both of them just want to hold hands. XD

And then it’s Aziraphale who puts himself between Shax and the humans (and Crowley). He is confident and I like it just as much as I like cool and bossy Crowley. And when Gabriel volunteers to go out Aziraphale says he will protect him because he promised, and he’s still doing it with his confident, guardian-angel voice, which even sounds a little bit lower than his usual voice. He has it in him – the Aziraphale he wants to be: brave, competent, true to his word. And it comes naturally to him, even though he doesn’t always have resources to keep fighting.

There’s such sad irony that we’ve heard him be like that when he defends the Earth, humans, Gabriel. But we’ve never heard or seen him defending Crowley, have we? We’ve actually seen him defending other things and people from Crowley. Which is just… Uuuugh! Again, it’s all so natural: he sees Crowley as equal, even as someone stronger, cleverer, cooler – so Crowley doesn’t need, can’t need Aziraphale’s protection, not in this way, surely?

I hope so much that we’re yet to see Aziraphale putting Crowley above all else and defending him with all he has. I’m sure Crowley’s going to explode. Or at least I will.

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[On a side not: I wonder whose clothes were the suit and the furry coat the Gabriel is wearing at the party? :D Did Aziraphale just have them in the bookshop?? Why?? XD]

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Ahaha, hellish bureaucracy and Crowley’s bluff is just so Good Omens, I love it.

But he isn’t listening to Aziraphale just as Aziraphale didn’t listen to him. :( Well, he’s absolutely got his reasons: Aziraphale has put them all in danger, and after all demons are Crowley’s field of expertise. But still. It leaves Aziraphale again feeling his failure, feeling that he’s just been put back in his place.

I think the joke “saving me makes him so happy” is both a joke and Aziraphale’s little attempt to get back some of his self-esteem before the inevitable battle and after he’s just been put down by Nina. It’s interesting how Nina’s words echo in Shax’s line later in E6 “…Crowley’s moral support angel”.

Earlier I wrote about Aziraphale robbing humans and Crowley of their own free will. So here we kind of see the reason why he doesn’t see how wrong this is: people keep pointing out that he has no will of his own. And it’s a sore spot. Because on one hand he’s spent his whole eternity being told that his opinion and actions don’t matter. And on the other, he keeps relying on Crowley, because he doesn’t find it bad to rely on someone he loves and trusts. Just like he wishes he could rely on God. And that’s why he can’t see his error: he’s doing what’s in these people’s interests, he’s saving them, surely they’ll be happy to entrust their lives and will to someone who loves them?? Aziraphale would be. He always is.

I know some of these conclusions contradict each other but that’s because the characters’ feelings are so conflicted. They feel so much at every given second, and they have so much background that is not easy to shake off.

#good omens 2 #long post #good omens 2 meta #good omens 2 rewatch #they keep getting longer and longer #well at least maybe the 6th won't be that long as i've already said most of the things earlier

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nothing i've seen exemplifies the inadequacy of the protestant view on self-improvement and isolated personal responsibility like the utter devaluation of Indigenous australians. i see it everywhere; i don't really know how to go on around it in a world where no one knows how to address what needs to be addressed in a productive way.

because we do have some alarming statistics. you know some of the things you demonise people about? and not just incarceration. people have a weird thing about people being on the dole (unemployment benefits). most of us don't; we're anticapitalism and feminists and stuff but. abuse. that's another statistic, yes. one we very much still call a choice even in the most neurodivergent affirming spaces. racist statistics. choices. is an Indigenous person more likely to perpetrate abuse?

but they don't know the cause and effect of generational trauma caused by colonialism. denial of community is a form of spiritual starvation. removal from family. abuse. unmet needs. we're doing much better and we forget that this happened. and we think that because we're doing much better, things are automatically going to be all of a sudden fine. they forget that bodies remember. they forget that it's so much harder to love when your needs are unmet. you're spiritually starved, still. how are you to love the next child?

and yet. we need those children to be born and loved. they are our future. it's up to us as a nation to love them. no one more than those who have the love of a god. i'm sorry christians i will keep calling you out again and again. but this is the real protestant work ethic. to simply love. to simply feel and transmit love it's not a demand or a burden don't you see it can come from within? don't you see the world needs it? don't you know you can opt out yes but the joy actually is to opt in? and yes it's hard work. what are protestants known for? unless the hard work is all a habit to ensure we never feel.

and this love means autonomy. it means respect. it means contexualising the gospel, yes, but so much more reparations on top of that and it might mean acknowledging some things are harmful! it might mean changing them! like all of this blame. but i blame you, christians. i blame you for not doing better knowing i'm tugging at the reins of my sleep deprived manic soul just to fix the mess that you created. i don't know how i'm meant to do that. i don't know how i'm meant to not at least try. spend every waking hour finding ways to do this. i can't read the bible without getting mad. i'm isolated, too. spiritually starved, because i need community with me. how am i meant to feed an entire nation in love when i'm so alone? but how can i see the state of things and not?

i see injustice every day. i feel like i must be hallucinating it because no one else seems to see it. but i do. it traumatises me let alone how much it must them. how can i pour from such emptiness? do you know how much i long to do something? i need to. why do i have to fix things? who am i if i'm not fixing things? maybe i should find the answer to that first. maybe let myself be filled up in love and connection with the land but where am i supposed to find that? is there still community out there? who aren't built on oppression that they don't realise exists until it's happening to them?

i'll pray. i always pray. i don't know what to do with this life. i'm either behaving recklessly or i can barely move. barely think. when i think it always comes back to this. always comes back to we need to do better. they told me in the bible there's a god who died to help us do better. and i see this god's fandom and i don't fucking see it. i don't know which one is the delusion. i'll choose to believe it in opposition of what i see every day. it's like rebellion. it's so, so isolating though, to believe something that evidence shows isn't true. others adjust their beliefs. don't hold as tightly to the same hope. but i have to hope. because it's not for me. it's for a nation who deserve better.

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Halloween Fun: Part 4

The Akuma class were surprised at how thorough the school had been with decorating every room. It was known that Principal Damocles loved Halloween, but this was a whole new level of commitment. As they entered Miss Bustier's classroom, there were gasps of shock at the decor. Cobwebs everywhere, an eerie fog on the floor, ominous messages and fake blood on the walls, and for some reason, an old phone on the teacher’s desk.

“I am loving this spooky vibe!” Alya said, taking a picture to post on her blog. “They really went all out with this place.”

“Y-Yeah...” Mylene shivered, looking at the fake blood. “It’s r-really detailed.” Ivan gave his girlfriend a comforting hug. “It’s alright, Little Mouse. None of it’s real.” he whispered. “Exactly, the staff just wanted to get into the spirit of the holiday.” Nathaniel replied, holding in the urge to chuckle. The guests hadn’t even shown up and they were already getting spooked!

As usual, Chloe took the opportunity to ridicule and tease her classmates. “Once a scaredy-cat, always a scaredy-cat, Haprele.” Chloe sneered. “It’s just a bunch of lame props! Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Mylene just gave her a frown. “Last time you teased me, I got akumatized. Do you want Horrificator to come back for a visit?” she countered. Chloe shut up immediately.

“Yo, where’s Rose and Juleka?” Kim asked, noticing their absence. As someone who was in on the scare, and providing them with his tech, Max jumped in. “Rose is at the dentist.” he said. “And Juleka told me she was out sailing with Luka and their mom.” Nathaniel added. “Juleka would’ve loved all of this.” Marinette admitted. “Yeah, but I don’t think Rose would’ve.” Adrien replied. “A cute peppy girl like her wouldn’t want anything to do with a scary holiday like Halloween.”

GhostRose hid behind the bookshelf, rolling her eyes as her classmates spoke of her as if she were a frightened little child. “We’ll see about that.” JV muttered from her hiding spot inside the fake desk. All of a sudden, the phone begins to ring. Adrien goes to pick it up. He gives a couple of “Ohs” and “Oks” and then says goodbye. He looks puzzled as he hangs up.

“Who was it, dude?” Nino asked. “That was Miss Bustier. She said she thought it would be fun if for Halloween, her ancestor taught the class.” he replied. The class began to mutter in confusion. “Ancestor?” Sabrina asked. “Yes. Apparently, her ancestor Florence used to teach at DuPont, and now her spirit stays here at the school.” he replied. “So I guess her ghost is going to teach us.”

“Oh shit.” Alix said. “I remember looking up the school’s website, and I stumbled on the list of former teachers. Florence Bustier really exists.”

Kim began to sweat and rock back and forth a little. “Come on guys, this is just Miss B pranking us. There’s no such thing as ghosts!” he said nervously. Some of the kids were about to argue with him, but were interrupted when Marinette got a notification on her phone.

“Huh, Aurore just texted me. Says they have some ‘guests’ in their class.” she stated. Mylene got a notification as well and look surprised. “Reshma says they got a vampire.” Mylene replied. “As well as... oh my god! The Phantom of DuPont?” Everyone except for Lila, Alya and Adrien gasped in shock. “What’s that” Adrien asked. As the expert on the subject, Mylene took some time to explain.

“Well, you know our school is hundreds of years old. There’s this old legend about a ghost that haunts the school, mostly the theater. They say he’s caused terrible accidents, but that he also helps sometimes!”

Kim just groaned and started rocking back and forth in his seat. “Aw come on, man!” he complained. “Every time I hear about that... thing, I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack.” Nathaniel nodded. “One thing’s for sure. The Phantom loves to give people a fright.” he replied. Lila tried yet another attempt at gaining popularity by using her silver tongue. “Oh, I’ve met the phantom before! He can be SO romantic when he wants to be.” Lila blushed. “Most the stories say the Phantom was gay.” Marinette corrected. “G-gay people existed back then?” Lila gaped. The rest of the class looked at her with a “really?” face. Their conversation stopped as a ghostly voice echoed throughout the room.

“Oooooohwhoooo, greetings my dear stuuuuudents! How are yoooou on this fine spooooky daaaay?” it wailed. Marinette had a pretty good idea who this was supposed to be.

“Guys,” she said. “I think this is the “ancestor” Miss Bustier was talking about.”

There was a flash of lightning, and a white translucent figure rose out of the floor. It looked like one of those old Scooby Doo ghosts, except this one was floating from the ground. What the students who were in on the scare knew that this illusion was provided by a projector, holograms, and a bunch of mirrors.

Another flash, and she disappeared once more, reappearing behind Adrien and Alya, causing them to scream. She glided towards them, arms outstretched.

“Ooooooh, I am Miss Boooostier. It’s a pleasure to meeet yoouuu!” she moaned. Alya tentatively smiled and trembled a little as she responded. “H-hello, Miss Boostier. What are you going to teach us?” she asked. The spectre glided away, going through Kim’s body, causing him to yelp in fear.

“Ooooooh, well, befooore we start our frightful histoooory lessons fooor the day, we have soooome guest stuuudents of our oooown to meet!” Boostier said. “Wh-who are the guests?” Sabrina shivered.

Just at that moment, the old phone rang. Since Boostier was unable to pick it up, Marinette went up to put the phone to her ghostly ears. :Helllloooo, Miss Boooostier speeeakinnng!” Boostier answered.

GhostRose gave an ominous chuckle as she prepared to make her entrance.

“Hello... Miss Boostier.” she replied.

And now we have a teacher involved with the scares! Miss Bustier’s a fan of the holiday and decided to some of the students out with this little prank. Next up is GhostRose, so that’ll be exciting. As usual thanks to Weeby for helping me out with the dialogue. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for thoughts on the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#miss bustier #caline bustier #caline #miss boostier #florence boostier #florence #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ghosts #ghost #halloween fun #halloween #akuma class

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clarajohnson · 6 months

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the magicians s1e10

i love how the neitherlands are conveyed through spooky tilted camera angles

penny normally: >:-( penny when eve implies santa claus is real: :-o :-D

the neitherlanders are extremely interesting actually. wish we got more of them.

IF YOU WOULD JUST SHUT UP FOR TWO SECONDS THIS SEX DREAM WOULD PASS THE BECHDEL TEST QUENTIN

alice knows julia is his lifelong crush they've known each other for like three months pleaseeee

it was 1943 it wasn't a dirty thing to say back then

we just can't talk enough about eliot and margo's friendship truly i love them beyond anything

julia's online handle being vicious_circe... be mine miss wicker !!!!

the magicians, trying to convey an air of potential danger and creeping fascism in the library: so the camera is always tilted severely

free trader beowulf is one of the loveliest things in this show for the short time it exists. it's so sad.

thibadeau's planar compression. it's really not a big deal.

ALICE'S PARENTS !!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE !!!!!!!

they are such assholes but also so fun like they're such an unexpected but sense-making part of alice's full context

zelda's pants are so yass and slay

"richard may be about forgiveness but i'm sure as shit not" as though that's not your best friend in the whole entire world kady

if my mom made me call her by her government name i would also be a little insane

i need us to spend much more time in alice's room. the butterfly artwork. the garden state soundtrack. my god.

she made him give me the version from the seventies because she thinks that kids should know what pubic hair looks like

"i'm really into damaged chicks" was about 90% of my reason for hating q the first time around

PLEASE QUENTIN IS THE WORST BOYFRIEND his limp little "oh my god" while alice is talking about family shit she's probably never in her life told anyone oh my god oh my god

i know a hundred ways to break in

ELIOT HAS TWO BOOKS

"filleted goat penis." "that's very thoughtful of you, dad."

you haven't even touched your penis!

alice's parents/joe throuple. it's a delight.

god i wanted margo to be able to deck him in the fucking face

"our friend is trapped in the neitherlands" "...acquaintance"

stephanie, this one DOES seem like an awful lot of work. which is why it works for eliot and not alice.

don't take this the wrong way mom but shut the fuck up okay <3

margolem is evil i think he should've been killed for that

"sometimes the only thing we do is spoon" "UGH"

shitty boyfriend q episode of all time where's that post about his internalized heterophobia

julia using "kludgy" she is a megadweeb

as i always do i love that the magicians as a show just kind of shrugs and says all gods. yes all gods. they're real.

ELIOT NEVER GETS TO OPEN UP

did margo have sex with the margolem yes/yes

"i like you a lot and i don't know why" is not what you say when you're interested in men i don't think

bite me.......................

#good ep!#lol me after every ep: good ep!#unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

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Real Beast of Gobland - ScfWhip

This took embarrassingly long between me coming up with the idea and now…

fWhip was totally good being a goblin. It was both a perfect excuse and a way to get a lot of gold. The cave was plenty spacious. And he didn't have to worry about being hunted. Not that anyone would have any reason to do something like that. fWhip was a perfectly normal goblin after all.

Unless it was spring of course. Spring was a terrible time. His only problem was of course just the pollen. Horrible surface pollen that got everywhere everywhere. Even inside the deep caves. Pollen was the only reason he locked himself up in his house with strict orders to keep everyone away. He simply didn't wish to be seen in this state.

Of course, he didn't take Scott existing into account. If the guy wanted something he'd get it. And apparently, he really wanted to see fWhip. And managed to get past all the goblin security. And was knocking on fWhip's door.

"fWhip?" the definitely not handsome demon-king of Chromia called out as he knocked on the door. "I know you're there~" he carried on as fWhip fought the urge to rip his front door out its hinges. And the urge to drag Scott to his nes... bed. And to rip everything he has on to better see all the shiny crystals he always had sticking out.

Fighting his urges was rather hard. But he could not give in. If he did Scott would find his biggest secret. And likely used it against him. fWhip could not have it happen. The demon was his biggest competition in being the biggest 'magpie' - as Jimmy called them - around. fWhip could not lose to some Demon in the size of his riches pile.

"fWhipppp~," Scott almost whined as he banged on the door once more. fWhip had to bite his lips to not growl. Goblins were not known to growl. Hiss and bite, yes. Growl like some dragon? No.

But fWhip was not a normal Goblin... Or maybe. Actually. Not a goblin at all. But a dragon who kind of adopted a group of goblin settlers as his borderline worshippers and was hiding amongst them to avoid annoyances. And maybe springtime was dragon mating time. Making it a very bad time for fWhip to see literally anyone at the time. Especially individuals as shiny as Scott.

It was silent outside for some time. fWhip hoped it meant Scott left and was about to relax back into his silent suffering when suddenly there was Scott's face in his bedroom window. Looking at him with a far too happy smirk. And with crystals sticking out around his golden eye. fWhip's instincts were burning.

With a growl that had the demon's eyes going wide fWhip practically ripped the window open. Possibly breaking the lock. He'd fix it later. And dragged Scott inside and into his nest. No time for semantics as he clawed at Scott's coat.

"Whoa, slow down. Not like I appreciate," Scott chuckled, restraining the 'goblin'. All he got was a growl and a snap of far too sharp for a goblin teeth. And maybe some sparks as suddenly fWhip have vary not gobliny wings with dark red scales and emerald green membrane. He barely saw it for a second before he was pushed down into the goblin king's plush bed.

For the next few hours, Scott had very little time or desire to question anything about fWhip. And even when fWhip calmed down he didn't feel like questioning anything. Especially with a very happy, apparently, dragon lying out on top of him. Tail happily swished as blue eyes stared at Scott's shiny spikies. "You're lucky it was me that got here first, you'd kill anyone else with that," Scott huffed, faking annoyance.

"Anyone else would stay away," fWhip rolled his eyes. A somewhat involuntary purr sneaked in as his spring instincts flared up again. "I'd suggest you run away if you're too tired for another. While I'm willing to let you go," he graciously offered.

Scott of course did not run away. Why would he turn down fWhip's generous offer of hours upon hours of fun?

#my stuff #empires smp #my stories #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip #suggestive

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... (teaser)

The Narrator groaned as he dialed up the speed of the standing fan that stood in the living room. Putting a hand in front of it and feeling almost no difference to the speed before.

Sitting back down onto the couch, he sprawled himself over the cushions trying to retain some form of chill from the sweltering heat that swept through the house. His face covered in sweat as he faced the fan.

This heat had been going on all month for them. Thick wildfire smoke in the air, intense heat that ice couldn't satiate, the constant state of sweating from every member in the house. The narrator would have popped back into the parable if it weren't for the fact that simply existing in this heat grew too much to even teleport back into his eternally chilled office.

Oswin walked down the stairs from his room, carrying down three dirty cups of what appeared to be ice cream, the narrator having finished his ages ago while Stanley Lynne and Oswin learned the art of patience and ate theirs slowly like starving men enjoying the little food they had left.

"You good Narry?" Oswin calls out, placing the cups into the sink before taking out two clear glasses and some ice cubes.

The Narrator groaned in reply, the sound of the fan answering his question for him.

Oswin poured some water into the two cups. Walking over to the narrator and passing him his cold water. He sat up and began to drink it eagerly.

"You know, I've been thinking." Oswin commented, sitting down on the couch adjacent to his.

"Shocker."

Oswin rolled his eyes, "Anyways. My family is going back to my home country in a few days to visit some family. We're gonna be staying there for nearly a month."

The Narrator turns to Oswin with a curious gaze. "Oh... really? What country?"

"The Philippines, I was actually born there!"

"Thing is," Oswin continues. "Since I've known you for almost half a year now, I've been thinking. What do you say to coming with me on this trip?"

"...I beg your pardon?"

"Look, I know how much you liked going to the rockies. Seeing new sights and getting new ideas and all that. But I've been thinking about bringing you along with me and I-... Well I wanted to ask for your opinion because I don't want to impose and didn't want to force you and all that."

"So... What do you say to going on another trip? To somewhere I was born and grew up in, a place that means a lot to me and show you my culture a bit more than GMA Telenovelas." He asks sheepishly, putting his cup down and fidgeting with his hands nervously.

The Narrator paused and thought to himself, thinking about the situation as a whole.

While he would always be worried about Lynne and Stanley -His family alongside Oswin that he grew to care for over the few months he had existed in the real world that he was scared to leave alone for a month-, yet at the same time it was a trip that held more importance to Oswin, one that felt exciting to see a whole new culture of, and a new side of his best friend of half a year.

"*Well I... I wouldn't be opposed.*" He commented after some thought. "I would just... I don't know how to feel about leaving Stanley and the Adventure Lynne all alone here."

Oswin nodded. "I get that, leaving family is scary as shit."

"But..." He continues, "it could give Stanley and Lynne a chance to bond! Get up to some classic Father-Line antics back at home."

"Plus..." Oswin continued, walking over to place a hand on his shoulder. "We can always call them daily. We can call to check up on them, and bring back souvenirs and stories and stuff."

He sighs, "I don't want to force you, I understand that this is a hard decision to make and I wouldn't be mad if you declined."

"But I promise you, if you say yes, I'll do my best to make the trip interesting, and fun for both of us."

He takes the Narrator's empty glass from him and walks back to the sink to put the cups away. "I'll let you think about it, alright? Take your time." Oswin says softly, walking upstairs to give him space.

The Narrator sighs and looks at the fan in contemplative silence thinking about all the factors in play before he makes up his mind.

The thrill of adventure lived within him, the idea of seeing new sights and learning a culture he wasn't familiar with was interesting. And while his anxieties over Stanley and Lynne remained in his mind, he knew that Stanley was a smart man. He would be fine. At least he hoped he would be fine.

The Narrator stood from his seat and began to walk up the stairs, a smile on his face.

"Oswin! I made a decision... I'm coming with you!"

...

NARRY TAKEOVER 2: VACATION DAYS starting this sunday

#ficswin #narry takeover #narry takeover 2 #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #tsp stanley #tsp adventure line #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the narrator #we got another narry takeover coming up #i pushed it back due to personal family stuff but its still happening so keep ur eyes peeled #filipino tsp fans rise up its show and tell baebee /j

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nesta, her iron box, and finding comfort in a mountain cabin

a/n: i read an article about how women can sometimes misdiagnose the aftereffects of childhood trauma as autism and it got me missing neurodivergent nesta so i impulsively wrote this bonus scene from the early days of a favor. im not sure how well it fits with the rest of the story or if it's even in character, but if it contradicts A Favor then it can always be canon-adjacent lol

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Nesta used to wonder whether she'd ever known true comfort in her life, or if her memories of hanging out with her childhood friends and having long conversations with her sisters were a rose-tinted lie. Even in the happiest scenes of her life, had she ever truly belonged in the story?

These old questions come back to her now as she tries to adjust to sharing a cabin with Cassian. She still feels out of place and awkward around him— she's only been here for three days, Jesus—but she can tell with every passing day that Cassian wants her to belong, desperately.

She doesn't know how to, though. As far as Nesta knows, there's always been two versions of her: the one that is forced to socialize and exist in the company of others, and the one that...

Nesta doesn't know what the other version of herself is like. That version was locked up in a dark iron box and forbidden from coming out a long time ago, and even now, when Nesta is all alone and away from prying eyes, she doesn't reopen that box. She can't. She's kept her natural instincts hidden and buried away for so long that she doesn't know how to find them again.

She worries that she's worn this mask for so long that it's glued to her face. She worries that this armor is permanently sewed to her bones. She worries that if she ever unlocks that iron box—

It will be empty.

Hollow, dark nothingness. What once held the real, original version of you now holds hollow, dark nothingness.

She inhales sharply, closes her eyes for a moment and imagines getting her brain wiped. She imagines going to sleep and waking up to a new family, one that is the opposite of dysfunctional. Words like "healthy" and "loving" float around in her brain, and everything in this makeshift dream is nice and soft and white.

If she didn't have a mother that smacked her spine with a ruler every time she slouched, would she still spend so many days in this squirmy state, feeling like her skin isn't the right fit for her body? If she had grown up somewhere quiet and peaceful, without her sisters screaming into her ear at every waking moment, would she still be unable to withstand crowds and clapping thunder?

If she hadn't been punished every time she cried as a child, would she still be living like a defective doll that couldn't react when her string was pulled?

She struggles to picture it. A Nesta without any of her signature quirks and oddities and pet peeves is no Nesta at all. She would be a Feyre or an Elain, and she finds she doesn't like that idea one bit.

"Nesta?"

She reopens her eyes to the view of evergreens and blue skies. The weather is in the midst of transitioning from summer to autumn, and she's outside on the first floor deck that lays beyond the living room windows. Between her chair and Cassian's, a round table sits holding steaming mugs of tea.

"Nesta." Cassian calls her name a second time. She blinks, suddenly embarrassed, and turns to him. "Yes?"

She doesn't like being distracted when she's deep in thought about something, but Cassian is still essentially a stranger to her, and she feels the overwhelming need to be as nice and accommodating as possible to him. If he'd been anyone else, she would have gotten irritated and found an excuse to leave the conversation and find a place to be alone.

He smiles slightly and waves a hand in front of her face. "Where did you go just now?"

"Somewhere nice," she answers honestly. And even though this cabin and this view are also nice, she wants to go back to the different family and different life she’s made up in her head.

"Ahh," he says. His smile is small and holds an emotion Nesta can’t recognize. "I’m jealous," he says, although he doesn’t look it. "I wish I could visit inside your head."

"Why would you wish that?"

He's quiet, trying to choose the right words. Finally, he shrugs. "I just have a feeling that it’s cooler than what the rest of us have going on."

It most definitely isn't. But Nesta is curious now and wants to hear more. "What do you mean?"

"Um..." He looks a lot like Nesta does when someone asks her any question beyond "how are you", like he wasn't expecting the conversation to get this far and he has no answers prepared. "When I look at you, that's just how I feel. I feel like rain ambience is always playing in your brain. Like you're always somewhere brighter and better than here. I would like to see what it's like there too, just once."

His words make something in her settle. A long-hibernating creature in her wants to peek one eye open.

"I could be wrong, of course," he rambles on. "Obviously I don't actually know what's going on in your head. But I'd—I'd like to know."

Nesta really doesn’t know how one is supposed to respond to that, so she just says, “Okay.”

She wonders if he’s disappointed like so many others that she can’t come up with a better answer. But his face is carefully unreadable save for the twitch of his mouth as he turns back to the view.

October is coming, and every nerve along Nesta’s spine takes rest for the first time since she moved in.

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this was short but lemme add my general taglist

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#ncssianwrites #nesta archeron #nessian #a favor #sort of?#nesta on the spectrum sort of #the box is a metaphor for masking

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