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andsomemaniacgotridofthewheel · 2 months

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One of the reasons I will never be at ease with the overall "weirdness", the underwhelming pay-offs and the unfired Chekhov's guns during the plot(s) of season 2 - until season 3 arrives and we either learn that it's because of a brilliant trick they pulled on us OR because Neil & John actually did drop the ball and couldn't get the story structure right (yeah, sure 😏) - one of those reasons is that they got Aziraphale's character arc during that season so very, very right.

It is beautiful. It is subtle. It is organic. It is like a red thread running through all the episodes.

In the very first scene we learn something about Aziraphale & Crowley that we didn't know before. And it isn't that Crowley used to be such a ray of sunshine and that what led to the Fall must have been more traumatising than he always let on (that, too, but it's not the main point). It is that Aziraphale knew a version of Crowley that was deeply, unapologetically kind, and gentle, and caring; that he was everything an angel was supposed to be; and that Aziraphale himself, before the Fall even happened, was aware of some lurking inequity and oppression which presented a danger to that sweet, innocent angel. We are shown how Aziraphale could arrive at the conclusion that whatever happened to Crowley just wasn't right. And how he might think that that was something that should be fixed.

"I know the angel you were." In Job we are reminded that Aziraphale's memory of Crowley's angel persona at least that early in their story still partly informs his image of him.

"They aren't talking to him anymore", that sounds as if Aziraphale might have actually tried.

"It's nice to tell someone about the good things you've done, now that I'm not reporting to Heaven..." Aziraphale misses it. He still does good deeds, but he misses reporting them to someone.

"You really used to be awful." Gabriel is about the worst angel he has known. But once Heaven's conditioning was taken away, even he became an absolut sweetheart. Aziraphale learned this season very impressively that angels can change.

Muriel. Innocent, enthusiastic, downright good Muriel. Whose adventures as a human copper are mirrored so perfectly in Aziraphale's attempt to pass as a "newspaper man". Aziraphale learned that even now, not ALL angels are bad. And that there are some in Heaven who are just like him, and might need his help.

When Gabriel needed his help, Aziraphale gave it, with no vindictive thought or concern for his own safety. He couldn't just not help him. And when Crowley stormed off, Aziraphale simply waited for him to come back. This mirrors both their decisions at the end of season 2, though so far without Crowley changing his mind and coming back.

It has all been layed out for us from the beginning. Which is why it baffles me so much that so many people did not seem to see it - or want to see it.

Now, Crowley's character arc!

I am not really sure about that, but so far, to me, it seems to be just as all over the place as the plot setups and his sideburns, hair length, hair colour and sunglasses during the season are.

We are shown that present-day-Crowley keeps important things from Aziraphale - he still hasn't told him about Gabriel's attitude during the attempted execution, he hasn't told him that he is living in his car, and even when Aziraphale tells him that he needs to go to Heaven, he doesn't tell him about the looming second attempt at an apocalypse - which is extremely weird, since it would have been so important for Aziraphale to know and could have influenced his final decision quite a lot. At this moment the latest you also can't explain it as an attempt to protect Aziraphale anymore, since going in blind could make things actually more dangerous for him.

He did not do this during season 1, where it was Aziraphale who kept things from him for quite a while.

But after all this aggravated not-telling-him-things all he needs is a conversation with Nina & Maggie and immediately afterwards he makes the biggest, most honest confession of his life? Really?

And then all these comments casually dropped about his former rank as angel - "How do you know I didn't do it?" / "That's not actually a thing, that's just something we used to joke about to frighten the Cherubs" / "They never change their passwords" - and all these hints about his memory - he knows how it feels to "look at where the furniture isn't", he doesn't remember or claims not to remember either Furfur or Saraquael - something just doesn't add up. It actually is like looking at where the furniture isn't.

I do want to believe that when I figure it out that I will know a lot more about what's coming in season 3. Alas, I don't think I can figure it out without knowing what is coming in season 3.

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everythingdenied · 7 months

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promptober-13

leaves fallen sparse-dad!matty

a/n: lil blurb inspired by the fact that matty has been looking painfully dilfy atm...and also bc i am hormonal & freezing and feel like i haven't posted anything in agesssss. also promptober YAY!! tysm @abiiors u have reminded me i don't hate writing.

wc: 620

"Fuck me, i'm freezing my tits off. Can we not just...go home?"

I turned my head, walking a few paces ahead of Matty to try and keep up with the very enthusiastic toddler wobbling along the cobblestone in front of me. Amelie had only learnt to walk less than a month ago but, from the minute she'd figured out how, she'd been eager to use those little legs of hers, putting both me and her dad on pins whenever she decided to toddle anywhere near the edge of the coffee table at home.

"Matty..." I scolded, glaring at the man as he grumpily shoved his hand's into the pockets of his trench coat, kicking at a pile of dried, amber leaves at his feet. "You were literally the one who suggested this."

He rolled his eyes and puffed out a dramatic sigh, jogging the few steps forward to catch up with Amelie and I.

"Yeah. Didn't think it'd be this cold" he grumbled. "I feel like Scott of the fuckin' antarctic."

Matty dug his hands deeper into his pockets, pouting when he found no relief from the crips autumn air, nor any sympathy for me, who only breathed a quiet laugh at his melodrama and pulled him into my side. His teeth chattered, clicking against each other exaggeratedly, and he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, whimpering like a small child.

"You are such a man child sometimes, jesus christ" i giggled, but gave in to his fawning, placating him with a soft kiss to the tip of his rosy nose, only pulling back when I felt something bump against my leg.

Looking down, I noticed our nearly two year old had stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, crouched down to inspect something she'd found between the cobbles.

"Careful, baby..." I hummed, the momentary concern I felt dissipating when I squatted down beside her to take a proper look at what had captured her attention so desperately she'd felt the need to stop walking. "What've you got, Am?"

Clutched in my little one's hand was a leaf; a perfectly shaped, dried out, copper leaf, reminiscent of the one's you'd see on some slightly kitsch advert for a pumpkin spice latte. It wasn't anything particularly magnificent, it was just a leaf, the same you could find sparsely peppering every street in England after the month of October, and yet Amelie stared at it in awe, her mouth agape as if she'd just discovered a new planet.

"Leaf!" she giggled happily and held it out for me to take. Her eyes flit between Matty and I, presumably waiting for the two of us to catch up on the joy this leaf was supposedly meant to bring us, and she prompted me once more to take it from her.

"Well done, baby" I smiled and gingerly took the singular piece of foliage from her, careful not to crinkle it as she grinned toothlessly. "S'pretty, huh?"

Amelie nodded vigorously, her little mustard bobble hat threatening to tip off her hid, and pointed once more.

"Pretty leaf..." she babbled thoughtfully, gazing up at Matty as I settled her woollen hat back in its rightful position, sitting perfectly atop her mop of dark ringlets she could have only inherited from one place. "Daddy, look! Pretty leaf."

Matty laughed warmly, his heart swelling tenfold, and crouched down to pick Amelie up in his arms, hugging her little frame to his chest as her elated squeal bounced through the empty estate.

"Mhm...'s a very pretty leaf" he nodded, and reached out to grasp her tiny hand in his own, his lips brushing over her knuckles as she wriggled in his arms. "But not nearly as pretty as you, my littlest darlin..."

#matty healy x reader #matty healy #promptober75 #the 1975

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alumbianchronicler · 9 months

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No Laughing Matter - Part 9

Parts 1-8

Ao3

Part 9

Disclaimer: I have read nothing canon with J'onn in it, and am working from a general impression of him I've gathered through fan-fiction. I apologize for any out-of-characterness.

(tw: blood, general discussion of destruction and murder)

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There was laughter echoing deep in his mind. A cruel, vicious laughter, but laughter nonetheless.

Danny wasn't quite sure whether it was his own or not. Even thoughts he recognized as his own were twisting disconcertingly, making it difficult to find a point of reference within the dream.

If it was a dream.

Was it a dream?

Blood dripped from his fingers, the smell of copper and smoke filling his nostrils. It was a welcome scent. It was a familiar scent.

No... It was a horrifyingly unwelcome scent.

It was... Not. Real.

This was a dream. He was asleep.

Laughter echoed through his mind, and this time, Danny knew some of it was his own. A hysterical, desperate laughter at odds with the ruthless sound around him that echoed with an all-too-familiar phrase:

I am inevitable.

No. This was a dream. It wasn't real. He wouldn't have... he would never... he...

Images of a city in flames flashed through his dream, and for a moment the sound of screams drowned out the laughter.

Danny fell to his knees, blood splashing away in ripples around him, spreading impossibly far in his awareness and disappearing into a vast lake of red and smoke and...

"Child?"

A voice broke through the screams and the laughter both.

The blood rippled around him.

"Phantom."

It was not any voice he expected. It was not Dan's. It was not Clockwork's. It was not even Nocturn's voice. It was a stranger's voice, one he did not recognize...

Danny looked up.

The person standing above him was as green as any ghost, but far more solid, and watched Danny with solemn red eyes. The stranger knelt down on one knee, disregarding the blood in the dream-scape, and held a hand out to the teenager.

"I'm J'onn, the Martian Manhunter, with the Justice League. Do you recognize me?"

Danny stared at the offered hand, slowly nodding. Martian Manhunter... the man... in his brain... was an alien?! Any other time, Danny would be enthusiastically excited by that realization.

He blinked. Laughter echoed, and the mind-scape flickered and filled with a sickeningly painful red haze that smelled like...

"Blood blossom?" he murmured.

J'onn didn't move. "Yes."

Danny reached out halfway, then pulled his hand back with a hiccupped laugh. "I can't. I can't. I killed so many. So many... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry..." Why was he laughing?? This wasn't funny.

I am inevitable.

J'onn reached out and gently caught the young man's hand. The lake of blood drained, leaving rusty stains and a stifling silence.

"You weren't in control of your actions, Phantom."

"Wasn't I? Wasn't I?! Even if I wasn't... I still did all of that." He gestured around him, where visions of smoke and fire and destructions shifted in and out. "Me. Not anyone else."

"You are... afraid of yourself."

"How many people did I kill?"

The Martian was silent for several long moments. "The final count hasn't..."

"How many?!" There was no laughter now.

"The last count was 384, with several hundred still unaccounted for."

The dreamscape trembled, glowing cracks forming at the edges and along the ground, pulsing between ecto-green and blood-blossom red.

"Phantom."

Danny looked up, tears in his eyes, and met J'onn's own red ones. The Martian sighed and squeezed Phantom's hand gently.

"Sometimes we fail those under our protection. Sometimes... we hurt people we did not mean to. You can't let that destroy you."

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE!" Danny snarled, pulling his hand back. Behind him, the memories of a timeline lost played out, an older, larger, more malicious version of Phantom laughing as he destroyed a city around him.

J'onn considered the scene for a long moment as Danny stepped back, wrapping bloody arms around himself.

"You have... seen alternative timelines of yourself?"

Danny nodded.

"You are afraid this event will turn you down that path."

Another nod.

"I think... the fact that you are worried about it means that you will not. We can not bring back the dead, but we can help make sure this doesn't happen again, if you'll let us help you." J'onn stood and held out his hand again to the teen.

Danny stared at the offered hand for a long moment, then his shoulders slumped and he stepped forward, eschewing the offered hand to simply lean into the Martian with a quite whimper.

J'onn, surprised, was motionless for a moment, then wrapped his arms around the boy. "I will have to leave your mind soon. You have been experiencing some fever, but we will keep you, and others, safe while you recover."

Danny nodded his understanding, and the dream faded into restless darkness.

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Tim was growing increasingly horrified at the information he was reviewing concerning the Guys In White and the small city of Amity Park.

The whole city was separated from the outside world by long-term government funding. Apparently, a specific pair of scientists had been heavily funded in their early and, if he didn't know better, pseudo-scientific research upon moving to the town.

Honestly, it didn't look like the Drs. Fenton ever made the connection between their funding grants nearly two decades earlier, and the rapid "formation" of the Ghost Investigation Ward within months of the creation of a stable dimensional portal to the Infinite Realms (he had half thought Constantine was going to have an aneurysm when he heard about that).

And that wasn't even getting into the projects and experiments the GIW intended to carry out, themselves.

Apparently, the Anti-Ecto Acts' statement of considering Ecto-entities to be less than plants was no joke, and the experiments outlined in the files Tucker had sent him were bad enough that he had to step away from the computer to help with continuing rescue and rebuilding efforts for a shift before returning.

By the time he had gone through all of the files, he had a presentation ready for the rest of the family, and a loose outline of a plan set in his mind.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #nolaughingmatter #~myfanfics #tw: blood

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coffeeghoulie · 2 months

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Cumulus and Sunny my not-so-secret beloveds for #7?

#7: to shut them up

sunny's a nerd and cumulus loves that for her, hope you enjoy <3

from this prompt list

It's a quiet Saturday in the band ghoul den, a rarity, and Cumulus means to take advantage of the temporary respite from the chaos. She curls her legs under her in one of the large armchairs in the common room, turning a skein of yarn over in her hands.

It's impossibly soft, a variegated thing that fades from deep, rich navy to a light silver, and she thinks it would be perfect for a scarf for Rain. The poor thing doesn't fair well in the cold Abbey winters.

She pulls one of her hooks out from where she tucked it behind her ear and pulls up a video on her phone; she'd been meaning to teach herself a new stitch. If it didn't turn out quite right the first time, oh well, she can always frog the thing.

Cumulus chains for a few moments until it's long enough for the short side of a scarf, pausing the video as the woman explains how to form the stitch, how many chains to skip and where to work the next one. She hums, following along slowly until she begins to get the hang of it.

It doesn't take long for the peace she's taking advantage of to be broken. Pounding footsteps echo down the hall, and if Cumulus couldn't pick up the citrus and fresh air smell of one of her packmates, one of her girls, her hackles would have raised, ruffled feathers and pinned back ears.

Instead, Sunshine bursts into the common room, copper curls bouncing as she looks around, eyes alight as she makes eye contact with the air ghoulette.

"Lu! Songbird!" She calls, grinning ear to ear and giving Swiss a run for his money.

"Hi, sparky," Cumulus says, eyes flicking back down to the yarn in her hands, not quite confident enough to do this new stitch blind. "You're done for the day?"

Sunny bounds over, tail wagging like an over enthusiastic labrador retriever. "Yep, just finished session zero, everybody's got their characters made. We start actually playing next week."

Cumulus hums politely. She knows that Sunshine's playing Dungeons and Dragons with some of the other ghouls; Special running the table and Cowbell one of their regular players since before she had been summoned. But in recent years, Sunshine's joined in, as well as two especially brave Siblings, and their newest player, Aeon.

"I'm playing a wild magic sorcerer named Aveline, she's human but that gives me a plus one buff to all of my ability scores-" she rambles, clambering into Cumulus's lap like an excessively needy cat, nudging the top of her head underneath Cumulus's chin.

The air ghoulette laughs, reaching around her lapful of multighoulette to pause the video on her phone as Sunshine keeps talking. "Aeon's got a half-elven rogue named Vox, stereotypical, I know, but it's easy enough for them to keep track of, no spell slots to worry about, just gotta get behind people and rack up that sneak attack damage."

Cumulus hums, grinning as she tucks her hook back behind her feathered ear. She watches for a moment as Sunshine gestures loudly as she keeps talking, rules and stats that she's explained a dozen times over but Cumulus has never been able to keep straight in her mind. Her eyes go soft as Sunny keeps talking, tail wagging so fast the spade thumps against the armchair, nearly knocking Cumulus's phone off of the arm. Something warm swells in her chest, a feeling that's never far off when Sunshine enters the room.

Cumulus can't take it anymore, acting on that warm feeling and grabbing Sunny's cheeks, pulling her down to cut off her ramble with a big kiss. It's worth it to see Sunny's brain shut off, train of thought completely derailed. Her feathers ruffle with a smug grin at the dumbfounded expression on her face.

"What was that for?" Sunny complains, whining. But Cumulus knows better, wrapping her arms around Sunny's waist and pulling her more securely onto her lap.

"I love it when you're passionate, Spark. Tell me more."

Sunny, ever eager, is happy to comply.

#aeon's a half elven rogue bc i may or may not have made my baldur's gate half elven rogue tav after aeon #(i may or may not be pursuing wyll as aeon for Reasons lmao)#and cumulus is teaching herself a moss stitch that i'm teaching myself rn #cannot stop projecting onto these ghouls lol #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #fic request #askingforthesun #cumulus/sunshine

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burningknucklecraftworks · 1 month

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I discovered a wonderful Etsy shop called ChadMakes, where Chad Healey sells Healey's Hidden Hangers and EZ Sheaths - a series of 3D printed magnetic products designed for sword enthusiasts and HEMA practitioners. His EZ Sheaths are awesome but he sells them with nylon straps. Perfect for HEMA, not as good for SCA people who are really into the look of leather. I asked him if he'd sell me four without straps for my shire fencers and he readily agreed!

I was expecting to just keep ahold of these for three months or so but I needed a little, simple leatherworking project for mental health reasons, so I did a test build with one using some chrome tanned utility hide, copper rivets, and a couple of iron rings from Menards. So far so good!

The only sword it doesn't work with is my personal rapier because the balance is totally wack, but I have an idea to fix that with a simple hook hanging from a third belt loop for catching the pappenheimer holes. But every other sword holds really nicely.

I'm definitely gonna have to do some sparring practice with this to make sure that having a bigass magnet on my hip won't affect how shots land. I can already imagine the comedy of someone trying to hit my leg and just magneting the tip of their sword to me instead.

Go give the maker of the EZ Sheath some love if you like this little project. I'm really impressed with both his designs and his customer service. I also tried one of his Hidden Hanger wall mounts and it is super nice. Makes for an insanely clean sword mount. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1267690423/ez-sheath-deluxe-sword-suspension-system

#sca #society of creative anachronism #reenactment #my crafts #sca fencing #hema #wma

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oddsconvert · 9 months

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Five Sentence Fic: “Wow, I knew you were dumb, but this is stupid even for you. And now I’m gonna make you regret it.”

"Wow. I knew you were dumb, but this is stupid even for you. And now I'm gonna make you regret it."

Izaak doesn't hear a word. Blood whooshes through his ringing ears, a deafening roar that drowns out all other sound. It's like drowning underwater, or stuck inside a jet engine. The pressure builds and builds until he feels like his head is going to explode. He can't think, can't breathe, can't move. All he can do is wait for the ringing to stop and the world to come back into focus.

He writhes about in agony on the concrete floor, his tear-streaked face mingling with the dirt until his features are hidden beneath a mask of grime. The blow to his head pulses and throbs, and a headache erupts behind his eye sockets. The room swirls around him like a runaway carousel.

“You know…” Ronan mumbles to himself. He crouches down to Izaak, and swipes the dribbles of drool down slipping from his lips down his chin, “Maybe I should have you put down. Foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog… the biting-”

Biting. Izaak’s hazy eyes pop open, his heavy head lolling about on his shoulder. It feels like his skull is stuffed full of rocks, he can’t keep it upright. But he can just about make out the purpling, blood-oozing bite mark on Ronan’s outstretched arm. You could mistake it for a shark bite… Izaak nearly tore a chunk from the bastard’s arm.

Specks of blood dot around him. Not his. Ronan’s. Izaak tastes copper on his tongue. Blood. Not his. Ronan’s. He bursts into a toothy grin, a breathless gasp of a chuckle wheezing from his lungs - his teeth stained ruby red.

Fuck yeah. He’s still got it. Izaak is still a force to be reckoned with. He put up a good fight against Ronan and gave him a run for his money. No matter what Ronan throws at him, he is beaming with pride.

“W…Worth it-” Izaak sputters and coughs with a smirk.

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Izaak taglist: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Ronan taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Also tagging @darkthingshappen because you said you'd like to see the five sentence fics but sorry if you don't wanna be tagged! 🫶🫶🫶

#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #<3<3<3 #Izaak Silvera OC #Ronan Ellis OC #A Taste of Your Own Medicine #pet whump #whumper turned whumpee #whumperee #biting #captivity #mentions of blood

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ndostairlyrium · 11 months

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OC approval gifts tag meme

I was tagged by @greypetrel and @blightbear to list what gifts would have my ocs give approval à la origins style! Thanks luvs ;; I love these games so much!

Ela:

Copper bracelet. A cheap accessory, possibly a souvenir, shaped like a crown of laurels

The dialog you could have before acquiring that item would be focused on nostalgia and how she liked to browse those kitschy souvenir stands at the city gates when she visited it with Fergus. They would wear disguises and just spend the day without a single worry, for then being horribly scolded by everyone back at the castle. It would take a lot for her to open up about her roots, so prepare yourself with a ton of gifts that would require killing dragons and spoiling an armory.

Hawke:

Seeds. A tin box engraved with the depiction of a poodle containing mixed seeds

Cabbage, onion, turnip, celery, and carrot. Vegetables he was used to treat back home. He doesn't talk much about his past history as a farmhand, it's something you have to unlock after a few conversations because it's a rather sensitive topic to him - if this was ME this would be a post-loyalty mission cutscene. He really doesn't have much space to cultivate things for himself in Kirkwall, the exception being aromatic herbs. But a box of seeds that suggests him that the countryside is still there whenever he's done with city business? Oh, he's enthusiastic! It means future, and before getting those he was afraid there was nothing left for him.

Ankh:

Expired gift card. A distressed voucher for The Wonders of Thedas with an undead dressed all fancy riding a monocycle

This item has no use, except that it gives her so much serotonin you'd need to dam it or else it would go overboard. She's very passionate about undead and moving skeletons, you can say she loves them to death. She thinks that what possesses them has a distinct curiosity that most people lack and they just want to roam around and see the world. "They wanna be here and be themselves, and nobody acts like that anymore. Demons reflect our imperfections, but also our deepest desires and we are terrified of them because of that. The more we accept our flaws, our interests, our core, the less those entities have power over us. Just let them be and they would do no harm. Also they're fucking hilarious, look at that femur doing kickflips to stay in place!" It doesn't take much to get this information, but it would take a lot for her to discuss her history with questioning authority over drastic decisions - you can unlock it after she receives the card. She would tell you the story of a bad breakup that led her to find an undead threat that her Keeper handled poorly because she choose conveniency over logic. That episode helped her to build the person that she is and the card is a reminder that her uniqueness makes her stronger and better.

I'm tagging (with no pressure whatsoever): @bruxbea @underneathestars @sparatus @that-one-halfwit @moxxihodunk @tatert07s @ratajota @melisusthewee @ladyfenharel

#tag meme #oc approval gifts #ankh #kerry #elanor cousland #kerry as samvise gamgee confirmed #going through my likes and follower list for tags was a lovely experience I really hope I'm not being annoying with it :'#feel free to ignore really

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grigori77 · 9 months

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 67

Wow ... what was said before the start to cause THAT reaction from Matt? XD

Sam Riegel advert making of? Oh boy ... yes. Give that man a raise! Yeah, that one was almost PAINFUL ...

Matt: "BALDUR'S GATE III!!!" Sam: "Ah!" Matt: "Sorry, had to scare you a bit there."

I live how Laura always gets so adorably WORKED UP and overly enthusiastic when she plugs stuff, it's too cute. :3

Nott the Brave action figure ... Sam: "I get two? I get two and you guys only get one?"

The light's all red. Why's the light all red? This is worrying ...

Wow ... the taint jokes have started already ... Matt's making a list, you know he is ...

Stop with the smoking peer pressure, Letters. That's not cool ...

Chet was a beat poet? Oh and clearly he was a BAD one ...

And here we go ... is Imodna finally gonna become publicly official in the group? Wow, look at them both squirm ...

They really are going the whole religious debate route these days, aren't they? There's true believers and agnostics and essential atheists galore and it's fascinating ...

Ashton: "I'm abstaining." FCG: "You're abstaining? From being undecided?"

Yes, so Ashton was basically born into a freaky dark druidic cult ... no wonder he's such a mess ...

Chetney: "And you were jettisoned-slash-ejected from their bowels?" Boy, what an image ...

Mediocre first roll, Travis ... looks okay, but y'know ...

Yeah, I agree with Ashton. Found family rules.

Some VERY NICE perception rolls indeed, there.

Ooooh ... wisps? Dead soldier ghost wisps? Lovely ... that can't be good ... this is giving me major LOTR Army of the Dead vibes ...

Dodged an interception point? TWO, even? Phew ...

Pate gets chucked again ... what a life he has ...

Yeah, I think actual REAL eyes would make Pate considerably MORE unsettling ...

Persistent bad smell ... hmmmmm ...

Unfamiliar topography? Hmmmm ... sounds suspiciously like a volcano ...

Xandis' spyglass? Wow, that's from a while back ...

Petty non-Guidance ... way to get back at Orym there, Fearne ...

Another taint joke. Travis: "Don't do it, Matthew! Ignore the bloodlust."

Laura sneezes. FCG: "Are you allergic to butt-buttercups?" Another tick. Taliesin: "Please don't hold it against us. We can't help ourselves."

Bad stealth check? Yup, that is DEFINITELY karma coming back to bite you guys in the arse ...

Here we go ... incoming! What's this shit? Oh hell ... ugly shit!

Is it harpies? Is that what it is?

Spirit Guardians? Cool ... they're sheets of glass? That's hilarious. XD

Yeah! 16 Radiant damage! And a MISS!!! Phew!

Nice hit, Imogen! Smack that ass ...

Bait and Switch! Yay! Love that move.

A piercing shriek ... that DOES DAMAGE?!!! Argh! And it hurts Imogen DESPITE the Circlet? Shit ...

Ashton Wrecklessly Rages and POUNDS the fucker for 23 points of damage in a single hit! Ouch!

Chetney wolfs out WITH FLAMES and charges ... and a flying grapple? Oh fuck ... that is BRUTAL!!! Nice ...

It smells ... PUNGENT. Apparently ...

Silvery Barbs! Yay! Love that.

"TRAVIS, I'M PREGNANT!" Sam's flask is next level tonight ...

Eldritch Blast! And Laudna just ANNIHILATES one of 'em ...

Burning Hands! Always fun ... burn that bitch, Fearne! 11 points of Fire damage? Oh, MORE?!!! An extra 8 points for 19? Ouch ... Chetney takes some too but just GOES WITH IT ...

Yeah, Sam's taint joke just doomed them all, looks like ...

Shocking Grasp! Go, Imogen! Nice, it hits ... 9 Lightning Damage ... HDYWTDT!!! Yeah ... and now it's ash.

Yeah, looks like it would be prudent to LEAVE this place, and sharpish.

Leaving at a full run ... thanks to a really shit perception roll the bird things DO NOT follow ... phew ...

Ah, so that thing's some kind of fort? Made of COPPER?!!! What's that about?

Perception! Liam: "Ah, that's low for me ... 19." XD My gods ...

The smell is burning dead? Great ...

Grim Psychometry? That sounds FASCINATING ...

The Iridon Bastion ... built to honour the Platinum Dragon and guard the ground ... hmmmmm ...

Oh so this place FELL, and RECENTLY? That's not good ... just a few days ago ...

Come on guys just STOP pulling the tiger's tail! Matt's gonna make you pay dearly for all these taint jokes ...

Down With the Sickness ... thank you, Travis. XD

How to go in ...

Splitting the Party to approach from 2 sides ... hope this doesn't bite them in the arse ...

Climbing crew first, then ...

Oh yes, this place has taken a beating ... and the dead have been BADLY mistreated ... there are imps still there messing with the remains? Lovely ... oh, so there's demons galore down there ... lovely ...

Cages? And there are survivors? Okay ...

And they're building something in there ... great ...

Here we go then, Battlemap time ...

Oh, and that is SWEET ...

Something flying in? What's this now ... 13 feet tall? Holy shit ... and it has tiny baby legs ... charming ... Travis' reaction to the mini is hilarious ... XD

They're going to summon something ... snd then have a party. With live food ... urgh ...

So, attack all at once or come in sneaky and pick them off one by one? Distraction, maybe? Hmmmm ...

Whoa ... somebody else is here? On OUR side? Potentially, at least ... this could be helpful ... who is that?

Some weird looking demon dude, but not on THESE things' side ... what is this? IS THIS help?

Okay, so they ARE gonna make a distraction ... and Fearne just shouts "HELP!!!"

Imogen deals the whole tower-top of demons a MASSIVE psychic blast ... 33 points of damage? Holy fuck ... and she pops TWO HEADS on the spot, just one left and REALLY confused now ...

Here we go, then ...

Transformation of Dread for Laudna ... and in they GO!!! Featherfall ... yup, that's pretty essential for success here! Catch Orym before he splats, Laudna!

Orym casts Gust AND shoots out a vine with Seedling ...

Oh, so we finally find out what the new thing on Ashton's hammer does ... he put the Immovable Rod IN HIS HAMMER?!!! Ashton you are a fucking GENIUS!!!

FCG Commands these two flying things to Mime. Just MIME ... oh boy ... fuck, and they fail their check so they LITERALLY start miming ... dear gods ...

Oof ... that climb is ARSE ...

Go to break!

That might be the best Twitch sub promo yet ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Flying leap with a flip ... typical acrobatic Orym ... AND he hits ... double hits, 9 snd 9 damage, nice! Badass entrance, wee man!

Lauda NAT20S!!! With enthusiasm ... znd unlocks the cage ... in full Form of Dread so the captives will be TERRIFIED ...

Okay, so who is this guy, anyway? Nice high persuasion roll, Fearne ... 30! Dear gods ... not friends, but no enemies ... whoever this guy is he's really cool ...

MISTER!!! Hi! Flaming shit chucking! 6 points of Fire damage ...

Scramble the Dead? FCG projects the AOL loading sound into the demon's head and gives it 18 points of Necrotic damage! Nice ...

Minute Meteors? Imogen's SWEET ARSE new move ... oh yeah, she us just PELTING these guys with pain ...

Demon guy has a nice big chopper ... oh yeah, he is a bit of a badass as well as being cool snd rakishly handsome ... AND a Divine Smite? Holy fuck he's a Devilish Paladin! Awesome! 84 points of damage ... fucking hell ...

Blood Curse of Bloated Agony! Yeah, boy! And Turmoil, nice ... and he just BUTCHERS that fucker ...

Ashton's Raging again as he tries to free the prisoners ... and batters himself by fumbling his landing ... attack instead, then ... he hits! 23 for the first, 18 on the second ... proper battering that one, then ...

Finally the bad guys' turn ... oh dear, here we go ...

Big stumpy demon VANISHES ... then reappears DIRECTLY ON TOP of one of the cages ... AAAAAAHHH!!!

Chetney gets BIT!!! Ouch ... 10 damage after the reduction ... nasty ...

No, not more painful screeching ... argh! Indomitable saves Orym's arse a little bit ... AND he has resistance against being Frightened ... Nice, he pushes through! Yay ...

Orym responds in kind ... 7 and 10 damage ... it's STARTING to look a little rough? Oof ...

Laudna pops the lock ... and Marisha LITERALLY pop-locks ... XD

Bait snd Switch on Laudna! Nice, Orym!

Okay ... the cage has FINALLY been opened ... everybody OUT!!! Mirror Image! Here we go ... and now she's IN THE CAGE and she's terrifying ... she tries a Ray of Frost on the chains ... this could go SO BADLY ... O.O

Holy shit, that worked! Nice rescue!

Fearne Blasts a Scorching Ray at the closest target, then again at the ones attacking Chetney ... BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! It hurts them, but not that much ... bugger ...

FCG casts Command again, this time to Betray? Holy shit ... wait, did that actually WORK?!!! Oh ... that just gave FCG a free pass instead ... bugger, that could have been a lot more impressive ...

Lightning Bolt IN THE FACE!!! Nice one, Imogen! Balls damage roll though, apparently ... 20? Hmmmm ... nothing spectacular, then ...

Another one on an imp ... for ONE POINT of fire damage? Oof ...

Paladin dude attacks! 30 damage on the first hit? Holy fuck ... Chetney thinks his bame is "Do Your Part" ... Paladin is NOT impressed ...

21 damage including 3 thunder from Chetney, then 20 and finally 19! Fucker's FINALLY starting to look proper hurt ...

Nice, Ashton literally BATTERS a fucker right off the roof and he IMPALES HIMSELF on a spike? I love it ...

Nimbus Fear don't do shit!

That's it for thd bad rolls, then ... oof, how much damage is Imogen taking? 32 from a bite? Aaaaah! 14 slashing, 13 slashing ... oh my GODS ... yeah, NO FUCKING WONDER Laudna screams "NO!!!" at the top of her lungs ...

That fucker just BURSTS like a water balloon ... nice ...

Imp popping out of nowhere and screaming in FCG's face has NO EFFECT at all ... okay ...

Orym just jumps on Imogen's attacker znd starts hacking at him! 13 damage! ACTION SURGE!!! Oh nice! PROPER disarmed it by actually taking its fingers off! Then he drags Imogen up and literally TOSSES HER to Laudna!

Laudna channels a Shocking Grasp through the cage to trash the fucker ... and it totally FAILS?!!! Balls!

Literal Aladdin moment for Imogen and Laudna ... "Do you trust me?" And they're saved by Mirror Image at the last ... phew! Finally Featherfall means they touch down smoothly ... Nice save, girls!

Fearne casts Blight and inflicts 38 points of Necrotic damage! Ouch! Plus another 5 in fire from Mister! Nice ...

Death from above? No ... thank fuck Ashton manages to save from that shit ...

Sacred Flame! Go, Letters! Bad damage roll, though ... 4 Radiant damage? Balls ...

Gods, the bad rolls are starting to balance out now, this is THE WORST TIMING for it ...

Imogen gets 26 HP back from the Healing Potion ... phew ... then shoots a Psychic Lance at the bastard! Half damage, though ... 21 reduced to 11 ... nuts ...

Paladin carves and ... fails SPECTACULARLY!!! Oof ...

Chetney grabs the discarded sword! Oh, this can't lead to anything good ...

Ashton tries to rush past and just gets grabbed, do he just goes on the offensive instead. So he BEATS THE SHIT ot of it ... 20 points of damage and it's OFF HIM again! He climbs rhe tower, the atracks the other one ... Nice, another hit, 28 points! Boom! Then another 17! POW! Just as the fucker jumps off the tower ...

Oh fuck ... HOW MUCH damage is Imogen taking? Fuck ... yeah, Imogen is now UNCONSCIOUS ... as the fucker's CHEWING on her ...

Yeah, Laudna is GOING OFF seeing that ...

Oh, FCG's just getting MOBBED here ... ouch, 9 points of piercing damage ...

I love how that imp just NOPED right out there ...

Orym to the rescue! And he just BATTERS HIMSELF landing on the fucker ... 10 damage, but then NAT20s ... another 12? Hmmm ... but at least it spits Imogen out ...

Laudna Blights him, but only half damage ... crap ... 34 reduced to 17 Necrotic damage ... it hurts, but ... so she tries Shocking Grasp again instead ... and Nat1s ... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOOOO!!! So she just clambers on top of Imogen and shields her with her body ...

Fearne Wildshapes into her Big Bird! She takes a glancing hit but swoops off, grabs FCG and carries him off while having Mister firebomb one of the cage locks ... 13? Nuts ... so that's a miss, then ...

Ashton's so strong he's Teflon ...

Dear gods this is getting EXHAUSTING ...

FCG casts Healing Word on Imogen ... 4 points, but at least she's up again ... then he fires his bolt thrower and just MISSES COMPLETELY ... Marisha: "Does that thing EVER hit?"

Imogen tries to cast Shocking Grasp on the bastard ... and it hits! Nice! 12 points of Lightning damage ... then she casts Invisibility on herself and Laudna, and they both just BOLT. Nice ...

Paladin pulls another Divine Smite ... 45 points on a single hit! And ANOTHER Smite? Oh yeah, he just KILLS that fucker ...

Chetney casts Shatter and deals 17 Thunder Damage reduced to 9 ... then goes to another cage and terrifies its occupants ...

Oh shit, really? Matt Mercer, are you SERIOUSLY giving Chetney a cursed sword? Is that THREE FOR THREE for Travis now? O.O

Shit ... Ashton just DROPS on that boy and batters the fuck out of himself doing it ... misses, unfortunately, but then takes another shot ... ooh, a Chaos Burst? Cool ... oh, that sounds like a PAINFUL hit ...

Crap, it just VAPOURISES away before they can finish it ... it's really hurt, but still kicking ...

Orym doesn't have a viable target so he just goes sprinting after the stumpy fucker ...

Laudna scares the crap out of FCG by talking to him while still invisible, sends him off to help Imogen as she goes to the next cage ...

Fearne swoops in and casts Blight on stumpy ... 38 points of Necrotic ... HDYWTDT!!! YEAH!!! Oh, I think she made a future enemy there, if it ever comes back ...

Oh, okay, Fearne gets to formally meet the Paladin ...

Meanwhile the others are working on freeing the remaining captives of investigate the surroundings. And THERE'S Baernie! Okay! Hi there! Yeah, she gives him s big hug and it's so sweet! She's traumatised but seeing him is clearly just the soothing tonic she needs ...

Tevan Klask? Oh hello then ... oh, and he is CLEARLY only impressed by Fearne ... okay ...

The Knotted Weave? What's that, then?

Oh here we go ... is he gonna try and SEDUCE Fearne to his godly path? Hmmmmm ... wow, he actually KISSES HER HAND!!! Blimey ... and he MARKS HER?!!! Fucking hell ... oh yeah, he is DEFINITELY kind of hitting on her ...

Wow, so she just GOES WITH IT ... okay ...

So now they've got a kind of ally in this ... or at least FEARNE has ...

Sweet ... now THAT'S an exit ...

Nice! Fancy Ashari magic lets Baernie relocate her own shoulder ...

Extovass the Gluttonous ... hmmmm ... a servant of Vrudaliun? Okay ...

Oh NICE!!! Two full packs of the flowers! Yes!

Yet again ... seriously, DO NOT let Travis do the cursed weapon thing again, that way madness lies ...

Taking care of the dead before getting ready to head out, then. Then Baernie leads the way out again. Oh sweet, magic bolthole? Cool ...

Time for a cosy rest, then.

And that's it for the night. Okay then ... thank the gods, that was exhausting and ALMOST really bad too ...

Yup, now it's official, Fearne's, like, the leader now ... I can get behind that ...

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kiwibirdlafayette · 6 months

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hello my sillies!! since there was a bit of interest in more ab the nonsense that is my take on godswap mianite AU i went and dug up some of the brainrot I wrote last year but never shared outside of a private discord server + new stuff that I've recently came up with :D Enjoy! ❤️

- Jordan was born to parents who are priests of Mianite and raised in the temple- and ultimately was meant to be Mia's champion, and was trained as such for the majority of his life. However, being around mianite for most of his life made him cynical of the god and his principles, and went he got older, he left to seek out the god's brother, pledging himself to Dianite and wanting to bring about chaos. Amused and flattered by the man's near blind loyalty, Dia makes Jordan his champion

- His primary weapon is a firework crossbow gifted to him by Dianite himself (has piercing 8, mending, quick charge and unbreaking V (and flame on it, for use with arrows)) Plays off the sparkly and the fact that this man is a goddamn amazing sharpshooter no matter what universe he's in

- Mianite instead finds his champion in Tom Syndicate, the formerly deceased son of lighthouse keepers in the realm- and is brought back to life by the god (Mia never explains why specifically Tom was chosen, is described to people as just a "godly omnipotence" kinda thing)

- Shortly after Jordan, Tom, and the priests (aka FyreUK, with Wag and Matt under Dia, K.Tom under Mia) arrive and start making a mess of the realm with their shenanigans, a pirate ship captained by a 4th priest named BruteAlmighty "Phil" and two people- a parrot shapeshifter by the name of Sonja OmgitsVoidparrot and Tucker Jeriicho (normal human... allegedly)

- Sonja and Tucker both grew up in Ianarea, and with Phil's arrival from the End, have been searching across the realm for their missing goddess, and their messages led them to the Spawn Island (which I wish was canonically named istg) where supposedly a ruins containing information is hiding (Jordan and Tom both claim they know where this is. they dont)

- When Sonja was younger she was named Ianite's champion at a ceremony in Ianarea and was gifted her shapeshifting abilities as a way to hide from forces of evil and get into places more secretly

- Idk how canonically Nadeshot/The Modesteps enter the realm in character but basically at some point a flying ship appears and from it drops Captain Engine Failure and Skipper Coppereyes, more Dianitees (probably there to mess with Jordan) because Dianite having the most members is hilarious to me

(I got an ask about EF so I'll elaborate on her dynamic with everyone in a separate post >:] But bottom line put two chaos makers and an explosives enthusiast (Copper) in the same room it never ends well xD)

- I'm still thinking on this but with FyreUK, their priestlyness was given to them as a group due to the presence of the shadows from the get-go. When the Darkness began encroaching, the gods all sought out their respective priests and gifted them with powers to protect their respective domains (Dianite took in two- one to look over his temple in the nether, one to keep in the overworld because. chaos agenda- that one's Wag) and guide their champions when they found them

- Wag takes Dec's place by this logic i guess, he lives by the nether portal and will be anyone's personal tour guide because he likes doin it. and yes he absolutely uses any excuse to mess with people to mess with people he can be a menace a lot if he wants to

- Also Dec is a Wizard, I haven't developed him yet (he also has no design dont worry about it) but yes. Mans took on Athar himself he's just built different

- Syndisparklez and Foxxsize agenda always love me a good enemies to friends to lovers kinda shit. most of it is Capsize/EF flirting horribly with Sonja (and her not sure how to reciprocate but wants to) and Tom and Jordan with their usual "i fucking hate you i wish you were dead (read: i want to kiss you so bad)"

#mianite #mianite godswap #i think that's all i got for now. if i think of other stuff I'll add on :D #but yeah. go rb the art it makes more sense if you see the art #mianite au #ive given up on SkOD atm so i can finally let my brain rattle these shitheads around a little #i have an idea of the general plot already but i just dont feel like. writing it out LMAO #beyond that the plot is spurred by Tucker Sonj and Phil's arrival #then theres shadows stuff but. still workin at that

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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I'm very curious about "Copper and Gold" ??? Tell us a little about it??

I answered this one here first, but I'm really fond of this one so NEW SNIPPET!! It's a sequel to my fantasy Shigadeku fic Nickel and Silver, where Tomura and Izuku are finally working together to take over the world fix the factions make things right :3

A smile twitches Izuku's lips, and Tomura blinks. Then, rummaging in his bag, Izuku declares, "I have something for you." He pulls out a small vial triumphantly, slinking up closer to Tomura with a shy glance at him through his lashes. "You can think of it like a late wedding present."

Tossing the ruined plum aside, Tomura carefully plucks the vial from his husband's scarred hands. Something glows inside, brilliant green and flickering, and it takes Tomura a moment to recognize what it is. His eyes widen. "Is this Greek fire?"

Izuku folds his hands over Tomura's, cupping the vial and flushing slightly. "We're going into battle together. I have a weapon, and I know you have your magic, but... I-I just wanted you to have something else, just in case."

"Extra protection," Tomura expands, his cheeks warming a bit when Izuku nods enthusiastically. Then, jaw setting, Tomura clutches the vial in his fist and storms back in the cottage. He slams the door in Izuku's face with a barked, "Wait there!"

Izuku knocks timidly, but Tomura locks the door and ignores him. He opens his pack and digs around inside for one of the bundles of bones at the bottom, growling when it takes him too long to find the one he wants.

By the time Tomura is done, Izuku has begun to knock more insistently on the door, awkward apologies echoing through the painted wood. He shuts his mouth when Tomura flings open the door, shrinking a bit beneath Tomura's looming form before he notices what he's holding. Izuku gasps and holds his arms out eagerly, and ghost-green rabbit hops happily into his grasp. "Beanie!"

"I can't believe you already named it," Tomura huffs, even though he chose that set of bones for that exact reason. Of all the ghostly little animals that lingered around the cottage due to Tomura's magic, the dumb little bunny was Izuku's favorite. He'd often lamented about never being able to pet it.

The now semi-corporeal, glowing rabbit snuggles into Izuku's arms, tail practically vibrating with contentment. By the look on Izuku's face, if he had a tail, it'd be doing the same. The thought makes Tomura snort.

#asks #wip game #seventhfracture #shigadeku #copper and gold #bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku

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lightningfilledsaber · 7 months

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🧠 for... dante or copper! since youve been posting them a lot lately

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I'M GONNA DO BOTH!!!!!111 Tbh it's very VERY hard to choose just one thing but I'll do my best to keep this. as brief as I can lmfao I love these homos so!

Copper first! Honestly this is gonna sound like a joke but hear me out. I love that he's an absolute loser. He's a giant pervert shut in virgin. He's awkward and silly but soooo passionate about his interests, even if he gets embarrassed to talk about them! He's just. so genuine. Mateo and I call him a puppyboy because he really kinda just is. So pathetically enthusiastic about things and eager to please. He's a loser and I love it

Now Dante! It's even harder for me to choose with them because they. are one of my favorite ocs of all time tbh. They're very complex as a character and I've put extra amounts of love into them but!!! What I like most about them is the way they are kind to a fault while being INTENSELY emotionally shut off. I draw them happy and cute with Copper and Riot a LOT but it takes a WHILE for them to get to that point!! They're dealing with a LOT of emotional constipation on top of masking their autism like 24/7! They naturally have a flat affect and it took a very long time for them to develop the social skills they have when meeting Copper and later Riot, they were a very intense lil kid. Then, there comes the emotional shut off! They are very active in their community and have lots of friends, but very, very few are truly close. They're always a shoulder to cry on but keep people at arm's length when it comes to their own feelings. They use sexual intimacy to make up for the lack of emotional intimacy they allow themself. It's SUCH an interesting trait to play with. Especially because once they FINALLY let themself be vulnerable emotionally, they blossom into the person they truly are. Not just kind to others, but kind to themself. Someone who is a true part of their community because they let others take care of them, too <3

That ended up being a lot longer than intended LMAO whoops! But like I said. I love these guys so very much so! Tysm for the ask!

#mud draws #9.22.23 #dante #copper #char #oc #ask #oc ask #ask meme #the question itself is a link to the post in case anyone wants to send more I am MORE than happy to answer more #anonymous #ty again!!#i forgor copper's body hair... sowwy copper.......

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DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- The New Student

Hey hey, it’s ya girl, with the first DSFMY short! I hope you guys enjoy it! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Now enjoy…Adrien’s first day….

Adrien closely examined the school map in his hand once more as he rounded what should be the last corner before he reached his new classroom. Stopping in front of a door, he checked the number plate to ensure it was the right one. 2-35A. This was the one!

He entered the classroom, unsurprised to find it empty. He had gotten here bright and early this morning to bring his belongings up to his dorm and explore the school. It was still about twenty minutes before the bell was scheduled to ring, so he figured he had a moment to gather his thoughts. As he unloaded his school supplies onto the section of desk assigned with his name, he wondered what his new classmates would think of him. ‘I hope they like me. That they’re okay with me not being a monster…’

Around five or six minutes later, he heard the door open, and a girl entered the classroom. She had gray skin that seemed to be made of a thick cloth, her black hair was yarn, tied into pigtails and her eyes were large blue buttons. And if he was being honest…she was quite cute.

“Uh, hi!”, he said quietly, wincing when the girl startled as she turned to look at him, “I’m Adrien, the new student. It’s nice to meet you!”, he continued as he gave a friendly wave. After taking a few breaths, her stitched-on mouth turned up in a smile, a rather lovely one, and she came over to him.

“My n-name is M-Marinette. It’s nice to m-meet you too!”, she said softly, still sounding a tad nervous as she shook his hand.

“Yo, Mari, who’re you talking to, girl?”, asked a new female voice, Adrien turning and looking with interest as another girl phased through the door to enter the classroom. She was almost completely transparent, with chains around her wrists and waist, making it pretty clear she was a ghost, “Oh, hey! You’re Adrien, right? The new human student! I’m Alya, chief editor of the school newspaper and creator of the Paranormal Buzz, top monster news blog!”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you!”, he said with a friendly smile, as the spectre girl took out her phone.

“Would you mind giving a statement for the story I’m doing on you?”, Alya asked, holding the device towards him, only for Marinette to reach out and lower her arm.

“Alya, he just got here!”, the living doll gently scolded, as the sound of rockets firing met Adrien’s ears. He turned to see a boy who seemed to be made entirely of copper, with gear-like irises and a steampunk style of dress landing as he flew in through the door. He turned to face the trio with a nod of greeting.

"Ah, good morning, Alya, Marinette. Good to see I'm not alone in arriving early to class! And I see our new schoolmate has arrived. Right good to meet you, Adrien, you can call me Max!”, the robotic boy said as he jetted over to shake the human’s hand, "As you can see, I'm a steam-powered automaton, but I'm no codger. My inventor, Markov, simply had a fascination with the Victorian era. If you ever need help with your studies, just hang on a tick, and I'll be there."

“Thanks. That’s really nice of you!”, Adrien said happily. So far, this was going really well! Suddenly, his attention was caught by a loud howl sounding in the hallway. A moment later, a tall and rather muscular boy with furry ears and a wagging wolf tail dashed into the classroom.

“Hey, guys!”, the newcomer, a werewolf as Adrien had gathered, whooped excitedly, “Woah, is this the new kid? The human? Cool! Sup, dude, I’m Kim!”, he continued enthusiastically, Adrien wincing as he was given a hardy clap on the back, “You’re shorter than I thought you’d be!”, the canine boy continued as he looked at Adrien closely, panting as his tail continued wagging eagerly.

“Kim, give him some space.”, said a new, somewhat monotone voice, Adrien turning to look at the windows as a boy who seemed to be made of granite, with batlike wings and shaggy red hair flew in, “Sorry about him, he just gets really excited about meeting new people.”

“Adrien, this is Nathaniel. He just got off his morning guard shift. Gargoyles like him function as a kind of security detail for the school when they’re not in class.”, Marinette explained timidly, the stone teen nodding in confirmation.

“But Nath’s also a killer artist! He painted the mural for our classroom!”, Alya added, pointing upwards at the back wall. Adrien turned to look and saw an impressive painting of the school shrouded in the night, with the motto painted in looping cursive over it. He stepped backwards to look at it in full…only to step on a vine that had suddenly appeared on the ground. He started when he heard a small yelp of pain, turning to see a petite, green-skinned girl whose hair seemed to be made of vines akin to the ones growing from her skin, one of which he’d just stomped on.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see it there! Are you-“, he started to stutter out, but the girl cut him off with a kind smile.

“No, don’t be sorry, this happens all the time. I’m overdue to trim these anyway. I’m-“, she had started to say, but Adrien’s attention had been caught by an angry-sounding growl behind him. He turned and looked back…and then up at the mountain of a boy standing behind him. He was built like a tank, with thick white fur growing on his forearms, and large fangs, almost like tusks, sticking up from his bottom lip. And he looked rather unhappy at the moment.

“New boy hurt Mylene.”, the hulking teen snarled out with a thick Russian accent, glaring at Adrien, “Be more careful where you step.”

“Sweetie, he didn’t do it on purpose.”, the plant girl he had met the moment before interceded, coming over to soothe who Adrien now guessed was her boyfriend. His surly expression changed to a gentle smile as he looked down at her, before she turned back to Adrien.

“Sorry about that. As you heard, I’m Mylene, and this is Ivan. He’s really very sweet, just…protective.”, the girl explained, taking the yeti’s (Adrien had deduced this from his fur, speech patterns and fangs. Reading that guide the school sent on monster species basics had helped with identification, like he hoped!) hand. Ivan nodded as an apology for his earlier behavior, before the two walked off.

“Ssssup, new kid.”, hissed a female voice behind him, prompting Adrien to turn around with a start once more. Standing before him now was a short girl with dark sunglasses, scaly skin and a gaggle of writhing snakes in place of hair.

“Sssorry, didn’t mean to sssscare ya!”, she said with a smirk as she held out her hand to shake, “I’m Alix, by the way. Sssshould warn ya, if you sssee me take thessse off”, she continued, pointing to her sunglasses, “Cover your eyesss.”

Adrien shook her hand, his smile returning before a bat swooped into the room over their heads. As the blonde boy watched, the bat transformed into a tall, deathly pale girl with long black hair and blood red eyes.

“Hey Julessss.”, Alix grinned, before turning back to the human, “Adrien, thisss isss Juleka, our resssident blood-drinker!”, prompting an eyeroll from the vampire girl, who approached him with a nonchalant smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Adrien. And don’t worry, I don’t bite! Most vampires don’t drink from humans or other monsters!”, Juleka assured with a fanged smile…before she was hugged from behind by a petite girl with a blonde pixie-cut, who, upon closer inspection, was only bones, no skin. A skeleton.

“Hey, JuJu!”, she said cheerfully, her bones rattling with excitement before she noticed Adrien and her smile grew wider.

"Hi! You must be Adrien! I'm Rose, it's so nice to meet you!", the skeleton girl chirped, holding out a bony hand for him to shake. Adrien accepted it, and immediately the girl began rambling in a flurry of excitement.

"How has your first day been so far? Are you excited to meet our teacher? You're going to LOVE Miss Bustier, she's the best!", Rose gushed, Adrien struggling to keep up with her rapid-fire words.

"Woah, Rose! Let's try not to overwhelm him, okay?"

Adrien turned to see a boy with dark green skin covered in stitches, who had a pair of sparking bolts in his neck. He gave the blonde a friendly grin.

"S'up, dude! I'm Nino, student body president and amateur scientist! Great to meet you!" he said, holding out a hand for Adrien to shake. The teen model did...only for the boy's hand to come detached in his grasp!

"Oh, geez! I'm so sorry!", Adrien started to stammer as he held the severed hand in his own, but Nino just laughed.

"No worries, man! I'm a Stein, happens all the time!", before he took the hand from Adrien and Marinette began to work at stitching it back on.

Suddenly, Adrien heard stomping footsteps in the hallway, before the door was thrown open. The rest of the Monster kids affectionately rolled their eyes as a quartet of muscular people with the heads of jackals carried a girl wrapped in bandages and decked in jewelry, sitting on a golden throne into the room.

"Attention, peasants! The mighty pharaoh has arrived!", the girl announced grandly. Only a moment later, a ginger girl with decaying skin and horn-rimmed glasses shambled in. She wore a necklace with a small screen device.

"Adrien, this is the world's biggest drama queen, Chloe!", Alya introduced snarkily, earning a glare from the mummy girl, "And that there is Sabrina.", she continued, pointing to the red-haired zombie.

"Alright, move aside, peasants. The queen needs a look at the human!", Chloe announced, pushing through the others to give a scrutinizing once-over to Adrien.

"Be nice, Chloe!", Mylene said firmly, giving the dark-haired girl a pointed look. The mummy girl rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, oh my RA, fine!", she turned to Adrien with an exaggerated friendly smile, "Hi, I'm Chloe, nice to meet you!", she said in a sweet tone.

"Grrrrrgggghhhh.", Sabrina groaned, the screen on her necklace displaying the words, 'Chloe. Don't be a smartass.' Adrien guessed it must be some kind of Zombie translator. "Uggggggggrhhh." (Screen: It's nice to meet you, Adrien. Miss Bustier should be here soon.)

As if on cue, an older zombie, with messy ginger hair pulled into a bun and a necklace like Sabrina's, shambled into the classroom. She placed the papers she was holding on the desk, before turning to face the students.

"Grrrrrrrraaaaarrrrghhh. Urrrrrrrgh." (Screen: Hello, students, as most of you know, I am your teacher, Miss Bustier. I see you've all become acquainted with the newest member of our class.) She then shambled over to Adrien, smiling kindly. Despite her rotting skin, Adrien felt a soothing, sort of motherly vibe from her.

"Rrrrrrrrruuuuuuggggh." (Screen: Welcome to DuPont, Adrien. We're very excited to welcome our first human to the student body. Feel free to let me know if you need anything.), before she turned to the rest of the class.

"Grrrrrrrrrrgh." (Screen: Alright, everyone take your seats. We'll start by going over the classroom rules.) Everyone took their assigned chairs, and the school year officially began.

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After the morning homeroom session had concluded, the voice of the principal had came over the PA system, calling all of the students to the auditorium for the 'Welcome Back' assembly. Filing out of the room with his classmates, Adrien noticed the wary looks he was getting from much of the student body. With a reassuring smile, Nino threw an arm around his new friend.

"Don't worry, dude! They just aren't used to seeing a human around here! Now come on, we wanna introduce you to our buds from the class next door!"

Soon enough, another group of kids joined his own class. Adrien watched as a boy with silky raven hair, four arms and large moth wings linked hands with Nathaniel. The redheaded gargoyle then turned back to face him.

"Adrien, this is my boyfriend, Marc. Nightlight, this is Adrien, the new human student.", he introduced, Marc giving the blonde a shy smile.

"H-hi, Adrien! It's nice to mee- WHAT WAS THAT?!", the moth teen jumped out of his skin when a door had slammed behind them.

"Marc is a little jumpy.", said a feminine voice behind him, and he turned to see another mummy girl, who bore a strong resemblance to Chloe, only with a much more casual air about her, "Hey, I'm Zoe. Chloe's half-sister."

Adrien shook her hand, before Chloe came over to join them. Suddenly, the boy's attention was caught by the bubbling of a nearby fountain. He watched as a tall girl with fins on her arms and messy red hair rose from the water, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Adrien, this is Ondine!", Zoe told him, "She's Kim's-"

But Kim had already spotted the aquatic monster girl, and he began panting with happiness before running over to her. Adrien watched as the werewolf gave several big, affectionate licks to Ondine’s cheek, the redhead laughing brightly, before reaching up to scratch behind his ear. She then turned to face the human teen, her smile brightening.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you.", he said brightly, stepping closer to Ondine and holding out a hand to shake, only for Kim to let out a soft growl, startling Adrien. He stepped back as the lagoon girl lightly scolded her boyfriend.

"Kim, he's just being friendly.", before she turned back to him with an apologetic look, "Sorry, Adrien. Werewolves can be...possessive, sometimes."

"It's a mutt thing.", said a teasing voice behind the boy, and Adrien turned to see a short teen with feline slitted pupils and the ears and tail of a cat. He gave a playful grin before introducing himself.

"Name's Ismael.", before he looked at something above them, "And that's Reshma."

Adrien looked up to see a girl with six arms and six red eyes lowering herself from the ceiling by thick white threads that seemed to originate from her wrists. She gave him a smile, showing off her multiple fangs.

"Hi, Adrien! Welcome to our school.", the spider-like girl said, surprising him with a hug. He couldn't help but return it, smiling a bit wider.

When Reshma released him, he was nearly thrown off his feet by a strong clap on the back. After steadying himself, he turned to look at a tall, dark-skinned monster with a muscular build and thick, dark brown hair, grinning broadly at him.

"Yeah, you’re gonna love it here! This is probably the closest I've ever been to a human before!", they said with a laugh, before going over to join Ivan and Kim, the three sharing a handshake that reminded him of that one scene from Predator.

"Adrien, that was Denise. They're a sasquatch, and Ivan's cousin.", Mylene said, before someone bumped into Adrien. He turned to see a tall boy with a singular, large green eye in the center of his forehead, which laid behind black glasses with one giant lens. His face had been buried in his phone.

"Aye, sorry 'bout that! I'm Simon.", he said, and Adrien nodded, before his attention was caught by a loud, angry snort.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!", a petite monster with sharp horns and a jeweled nose ring shouted at the boy who had bumped into them, before Zoe went over to calm it down.

"An' that's Cosette! They're a minotaur and she's got a bit of a temper!", Simon continued, earning an indignant snort, before the bull-esque teen nodded at Adrien.

"Greetings, young human. We are most delighted to have you join us at our place of the education.", said a cheerful yet formal voice, and Adrien turned to see a girl with silvery hair, kaleidoscopic eyes and dark blue skin with star-like markings hovering behind him. Beside her was a monster with oozing black hair that resembled tar, who seemed to be made entirely of light blue slime.

"Nice to meet you, Adrien. I'm Mireille, and that's Aurore.", the slime girl said, pointing to herself and then the girl Adrien guessed was likely an alien.

Out of thin air, a dramatic keyboard riff sounded through the hall, and Adrien turned to see a ghostly teen with coiffed hair and pale purple skin grinning as he posed in an Elvis-reminiscent stance. They then floated down and offered his hand to shake.

"Howdy, darlin'! Jean, hard-rockin', heart-stoppin' phantom, at your service!", the boy introduced himself with a smooth southern accent, swinging his tricked-out synthesizer over their back by the strap. Adrien smiled as he shook the phantom's hand.

A loud whoop then caught his attention, and he turned to see a yellow-skinned girl with orange flames for hair parkour through the hall. She stopped in front of him, before sticking out her hand for a high-five.

"Yo, my dude, I'm Lacey! Nice to meet you!", she barked enthusiastically, Adrien couldn't help but flinch at the scalding temperature of her skin as he accepted the up-top. The fiery girl cringed, "Sorry, man! Forgot I wasn't wearing gloves."

"Let me see your hand.", said a firm female voice, and Adrien turned to see a (beautiful) girl with bronze scales, reptilian green eyes and large red horns. He obeyed, and she blew a blast of cool air from her hand onto his' reddened skin, soothing it. He couldn't help but blush.

"I am Kagami.", she said stoically, and he could have sworn she was also blushing.

"Hey, Adrien.", he heard Juleka say, "Meet my brother, Luka." The blonde teen turned, and his blush grew even brighter. The cool, fanged smile he was being given by the boy with shaggy black hair, dyed teal at the tips and hypnotizing blood-red eyes, with a guitar slung over his back, made his knees weak.

"Nice to meet you, Adrien.", he said in a voice as mesmerizing as his eyes. Adrien could only nod in response. Shaking himself back to his senses, he turned to face the whole group.

"You know, Adrien, for a human, you're really cool with us monsters. We all thought you would be super freaked out or something!", Lacey said bluntly, earning pointed looks from several of the other monster teens.

"What do you mean? You all seem so nice, why would I be scared of you?", he said brightly, not noticing their looks of surprise, "I've met more new people, new friends today than I've met in my entire life before now!", he said, earning mildly concerned looks from the teen monsters.

"What do you mean, dude? You had friends back home, right?", Nino asked, slightly fearing the answer.

"Oh, no, not really. I was homeschooled and my dad is pretty...protective. Aside from my photo shoots, I never really got to go outside. I'm psyched he let me come here...but I'm kinda worried he had a stroke or something.", the blonde model explained, again failing to notice the peeved looks on his peers' faces. Before they could say anything, the warning bell sounded. Looks like talks about shitty parenting would have to wait. Adrien couldn't help but smile as he and his new friends entered the auditorium. He had the feeling he was going to love it here!

However, unseen by any of them, a girl with ragged black wings and a wicked grin watched them from the shadows...

"This new human is pretty cute...it'll be fun playing with him..."

And there you have it, folks! Adrien was long overdue for some friends! (You SUCK, Gabe!) Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #monster high au #school for monstrous youths #ml au #adrien agreste #first day

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dogheadhermitsshed · 10 months

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whats ur fave ship dynamic? and fave copper age culture?

i don't know anything about a ship in terms of fanfiction if i'm going to be honest but maybe the one where they hate eachother. might be kind of a fake fan answer but im a big Sumer enthusiast more specifically Ur because of my big time love "Lizard-headed nude woman nursing a child"

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space-writes · 1 year

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🎻

(britta you sent this like five minutes after i went to bed TT_TT)

Classics 🎻: a scene that is so timeless you have kept it in your latest drafts in some way shape or form

(for this ask game)

so I did do classics here, but given I've already posted Sorrow's intro, i'm gonna be indulgent and post 'Lucian Gets Scammed By Children (Part The First)'

also, since this is a pretty fun snippet and i figure you'd enjoy it, valloroth tag list, i am waving at you: @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @memento-morri-writes

“Spare some coin, sir?”

Lucian glanced down to see a pair of dirt-streaked, raggedly dressed human children peering up at him. Their grey-green eyes were huge in their pale little faces, gazing with hope as they held out their hands.

“Coin?” he said. The taller child nodded.

“A copper or two, if you’ve any to spare,” she said. “Only for a bit of bread today for me and me brother.”

Lucian gasped. “You mean you haven’t eaten? But it’s past noon!”

She shook her head, tangled hair flying.

“Not today sir. Not...not most days.”

Lucian was outraged. How could such a clearly prosperous town as this let its children starve? Valloroth was meant to be better than Infernus! He pulled three of the four remaining silver from his coin purse.

“Here.” He crouched to press the coins into the little girls hand. “Find someplace safe to stay and eat well. If I had somewhere to take you I would, but I’ve only just arrived here myself.”

The girl eyed the silver as though it might bite her. Her brother leaned over to peer into her palms.

“Flippin’ heck!” he exclaimed. “You rich or something?”

“Or something,” Lucian said evasively. He straightened up, wishing he could do more. But the House Everent treasury had not held much Vallorosian coin and it vanished up here a lot faster than he’d expected. “But, you two live here don’t you? Could you point me in the direction of a tavern, or a guildhall or some such place? Somewhere that I could find work?”

The girl cocked her head.

“Do we look old enough for ale or swords to you?”

“I don’t know, how old are you?” Lucian asked. The girl opened and closed her mouth a few times, then shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter. Probably you want to try the Indigo Goblet. Just keep on going that way,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Old dwarvish place. You can’t miss it.”

“My thanks.” Lucian gave them a polite bow and hurried off in the direction the girl had indicated.

If the enthusiastic noble had glanced back he would have seen the girl and her brother share an incredulous glance before adding the silver to a bulging coin purse hidden beneath the boys ragged shirt. Whilst her brother was tucking the frayed ends back into his trousers, the girl watched after the departing infernii with a shake of her head.

“Tourists.”

#ask game #c: lucian #this is so rough but i refuse to get rid of the running gag of Lucian getting conned by the same children throughout the book #he's such a sheltered baby #valloroth blogging #ask games

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"Lenny? What on earth -"

Midge opens the door a little wider, ushering Lenny into the office, still brightly lit despite the late hour.

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be here," he says, wincing as the frown causes the scrape on his cheek to stretch just the wrong way.

"Midge? Who the fuck is knocking at this godforsaken - Oh. You." Susie emerges from around the corner, looking as harried as ever but still mustering the energy to narrow her eyes at the rumpled comic standing in her lobby.

"If you're not here for me, then you're here for -"

Lenny cuts Midge off with a wave of his hand.

"I was nearby, ran into some folks, things went south, I needed to stop and get my bearings, I remembered the office was around these parts, and I thought I could beg Susie to give a poor soul in need five minutes of sanctuary," he says dryly.

Midge narrows her eyes, running a critical gaze over Lenny's form.

"Why are you bleeding?" she asks suspiciously. He reaches a hand up to rub his tired eyes, cautious to avoid his injured cheek and jaw.

"Bleeding? Who the fuck is bleeding in here? We just had the floors cleaned and it'll takes forever to get the stains out again!"

Lenny's eyebrows raise even higher at the male voice from around the corner. Frank and Nicky emerge, Frank with a dishtowel over his shoulder and Nicky wiping damp hands on an apron. They stop short when they see the identity of the unexpected visitor.

"Hey! You're Lenny Bruce!" Nicky says enthusiastically, a grin splitting his face.

"So they say," Lenny replies. "But don't spread the word."

After the requisite introductions and handshakes (Lenny learns that he is apparently very popular among a certain subset of the New York population, and he's not sure whether to be flattered, frightened, or both), Midge fixes her gaze on him again.

"Lenny."

"Midge."

Susie looks between them, then clears her throat loudly.

"Uh, Frank, Nicky, lemme help you finish up with those dishes. You said yourself, can't leave copper pots too long or you'll never get 'em clean again."

"Shit, you're right. I take that pot back to Philomena with stains and she'll be after me with her bastone!" Frank scurries back to the kitchen, Nicky and Susie trailing behind. Midge continues staring at Lenny until he breaks her gaze, fidgeting.

"Look, you don't need to -"

"Worry? Little late for that, don't you think?" His shoulders sag at the worry laced beneath her sharp tone. Reaching out, he takes one of her hands. She doesn't pull away, which is a good sign.

"Look. I ran into a few fellas I used to ... know," he says, and Midge has been around him long enough to understand what he means by know. "They wanted to talk, I didn't, they kept pushing, and at some point..."

"At some point?" Midge asks, now worried about much more than just a scrape on a cheek.

"Let's say, I may have lost my temper and told them exactly what I think of them and their ... line of work," he says, and there's a tiny grin on his face - he might have wound up with a fist to the face, but he does have a gift for language, and using his words has rarely felt so satisfying."

"Lenny," Midge says, but it's softer this time.

"Fuck, Midge, I dunno. It was just ... they were saying all the things they always said, and I could feel ... the things I used to feel, and I just ... I was gonna give into one temptation or the other at that point, and I figured this was the better one. Fuck, I'm sorry."

His head has drooped at some point during his speech, and Midge just sits, one hand in his and the other gently running through his curls. A cough sounds from behind him, and they both look up to see Nicky standing there, a bumpy, damp bundle of cloth in his hands.

"I thought you might need this," he says, holding up what Midge can now see is a bit of ice wrapped in a dishcloth.

"Thanks, Nicky," she says, getting up and taking it from him.

"Thanks, Nicky," Lenny echoes, only a hint sarcastically.

"Hey, you gotta keep that face in shape. That's part of the whole appeal, ain't it?" Nicky comments. He pauses in the doorway, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You said something about some fellas bothering you?" At Lenny's nod, he continues. "Well, you just say the word, Mr. Bruce. Me and Frankie, we can have a little chat with 'em, gentlemen to gentlemen, you know."

"Uh-"

"Just think about it, all right? We like you, and even if we didn't, you're important to Midge, and Susie, which means you're family too."

Nicky strolls back to the kitchen, humming under his breath. Lenny looks up at Midge, eyes wide with amusement (or panic, or a little of both).

"Midge, please tell me what I think just happened there didn't just happen."

Midge just pats his hand.

"Keep that ice on your face."

#midgelenny #midge maisel #lenny bruce #tmmm #the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmmfic #midgelenny fic #tv: the marvelous mrs maisel #ship: you're still staring #ch: midge maisel #ch: lenny bruce #ch: susie myerson #ch: nicky #mine

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