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These were the concept pages I drew for my original writer in the @vashwoodbigbang event! Unfortunately they have disappeared on me 😅 and also bc god hates me I guess, the day I was supposed to post these, yesterday, saw me dealing with first a wifi outage and then a whole electricity outage so. That was fun lmao
Details about the drawings below since. I don't know if my writer will ever post the story, unfortunately 😔
So this was originally coined as a stardust au! I believe it was primarily based on the movie that came out in the 2000s (?), though I believe my writer was familiar with both the movie and the book it was based on. Honestly, it doesn't pull much at all from the story itself, just the general concepts of stars.
In this version, Vash is a star, and he decides to try and find his long-lost siblings (Knives and Tessla). In his search, he comes across a planet he hasn't visited before, and while he's descending to it, he's shot down by something mysterious that causes him rather permanent injury (not new; I believe he'd already lost his arm previously and he has all his scarring from travels to previous planets, this specific technology is just new to him).
He manages to crawl some distance from the resulting crater and is rescued by the odd pair of anthropologist Milly and journalist Meryl, who are tracking fallen stars on their planet in order to research them. Vash is horrified to learn that stars on this planet are rather brutally searched for and used for their power, so he tries his best to keep his real identity as a star secret.
In the next town, he learns about Star Cultists, who are the leading experts on stars. Our dear Wolfwood is one of them, and though he's a priest under the head of Chapel, he seems pretty jaded about the whole thing. He also spends some time poking fun at their visitor Vash when he stumbles on the doorstep of the church.
Unbeknownst to all, Chapel is the one who shot Vash down, and he suspects Vash is his target. When Vash, Milly, and Meryl skip town, Wolfwood is ordered to tag along with them against his will, and he begrudgingly forces himself into the group with his usual grace lol.
Through some shenanigans, including an interesting fight with Livio/Razlo who is a martyr (a human who ate at least part of a star and became consumed by it), the group all grows closer to each other. Naturally, Wolfwood and Vash hit it off with their usual ideology clashing and homoerotic team fighting. The tension comes to a head when both of the boys are drunk and attempting to stumble somewhere after getting kicked out of the bar, and with the help of liquid courage, Wolfwood admits to Vash that he's what's known as a "Star Eater:" a human that has consumed part of a star, and by some genetic luck, isn't consumed by it and instead gains some superhuman abilities so long as the magical tattoo (i forget what it's called off the top of my head fuck) that forms around the presenting star isn't broken.
Vash is understandably horrified. Wolfwood is confused by Vash's rejection bc he isn't aware Vash is a star; he's under the impression Vash is just some very talented guy Chapel really wants to feed a star shard in the hopes he becomes part of their superhuman cult.
Vash sobers up and manages to drag a very drunk and eepy Wolfwood to their hotel.
The next day is the turning point; the star cultists, including Chapel, catch up to them and confront Vash. Wolfwood has to learn very quickly that he'd been Wrong and Vash, in his panic, flies to where it feels most safe; the city's Star (storage area?? Idk). He ends up cornered there and, in his panic, accidentally goes nuclear trying to escape and blows up half the city in a column of flame. While he's barreling across the desert in an attempt to get away, he's trapped by a net the star cultists set up, made of the same shit used to shoot him down at the start, and he can't escape it on his own.
Luckily he's found by Wolfwood first, who's decided he owes it to Vash to try and fix his fuck up, and using his superhuman healing, he manages to free Vash. Both are exhausted and ultimately rescued by LR, who's been tailing them.
Tbh my memory's kinda foggy... my writer only managed to share up to that first LR fight, so I don't remember exactly what's supposed to happen between here and the fight at the orphanage?? I remember Vash somehow finds out what happened to his siblings (a hella long time ago, Tessla was consumed by the people of the planet and Knives, in his rage, fuckin just annihilated everything, turning it into a desert planet, and has been laying dormant for the most part since then) and also we learn that martyrs gain better control of themselves, and the crystal growth consuming them stops, when in proximity to enough additional star power. Vash, as a star himself, allows LR to easily think as they did before they ate a star shard when in close enough proximity.
Anyway, fight for the orphanage, Vash shows up in time to see Wolfwood getting his shit rocked and his magical tattoo (I'm so annoyed I can't remember what it's called. My mind is supplying sharingan and i know that aint it) shattered by Chapel, who accomplishes this by running Wolfwood through with his cane. Vash, believing Wolfwood's dead (bc like. Lmao it's pretty hard to live getting impaled, like, fully), loses his temper and basically obliterates Chapel. He moves on from Wolfwood's body to try and dismantle the entire Star church so Wolfwood's orphanage can stay safe. In this process, he confronts a Doctor Conrad, who was behind the whole thing, the remains of Tessla, and somehow Knives?? I think Knives, sensing Vash's anguish, just tried to fuckin nuke everyone, and Vash stops that. I feel like Knives dies in this process somehow... I think it was by saving Vash from something Conrad made??
By the end of it, Vash is wounded and exhausted, and ends up being saved by Milly and Meryl, I think.
When he recovers, it's to find he's lost his ability to leave the planet; while still functionally a star, his power has greatly diminished, his hair is black, and he can't even hide his wings anymore. Last I knew, my writer was actually merciful and let Wolfwood live! Albeit as a martyr (thus the wolf form with the uncontrolled star shard bursting out of the hole in his chest you can see on Wolfwood's page lol). Luckily he's got Vash around, so he gets to keep his mind, if not his human form.
With Knives dead and the star cultists mostly dispersed and no longer able to fuck with the planet, the story ends with our characters getting to experience rainfall on the planet for the first time in centuries.
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I like the story :P I imagine it'd be a lot better written out in actual novel form by the person who'd actually thought it up than my shitass, too-long summary lol.
Honestly my writer was communicating up until like, a month ago?? And then they just.... disappeared :/ which is weird bc I checked with my mod for this event (shout out to mod sana, @pushclouds, you're an amazing mod and I appreciate the heck out of you) and they submitted literally every check-in. Honestly I'm more worried for them than anything, if anyone knows what happened to @lohikaar I'd appreciate anything you can tell me. I hope they'll publish this story whenever they can, I'd still love to read it in its entirety.
Additional shout-out to @priellan for beta-ing the story they shared with us, and for overall being a super supportive team member :D
Also they did assign me a pinch hitter writer since we have no idea wtf happened to my original writer, so I'll be doing more drawings :D priellan agreed to beta for them too, which I'm super happy about! And thanks again to mod sana for your hard work and arranging that so quickly!
An admittedly strange first big bang experience, but I don't think it was overall bad, and I'm excited to work on more stuff with my new writer :D if you read this far goddamn. Thanks lol. See you again for sure on January 1st! (I'll try to post other shit between then and now hopefully)
#vashwood big bang#my art#stardust au#man im. idk. it really feels like the universe was against me on this one but fuck the universe I'll do what i want#i deserve to make silly little drawings of queer silly little guys. i think ive earned that this year. good god#anywayyy will be making more#and fr like. if aster does see this im not angry! im not even really disappointed i know shit happens#really i'd just like assurance that you're alive and well at this point 😅#feel like we've been through some real scary stuff this year#trigun#fanart#primarily based off trimax tbh#still plugged a lot of christianity into this one dont worry#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#werewolf??? ig????? it's not technically a werewolf but also shit dude i was looking up werewolves as references so#vash x wolfwood#ik there's really none in the drawings but that was a focal point of the story#which the concept pages are about
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there's this level of dissociation that goes hand in hand with daydreaming and i feel like it's something i wouldn't know how to begin explaining to somebody who's anti-endo.
maladaptive daydreaming is not inherently caused by trauma. it's considered something you use to cope with it. but for a LOT of people, and as confirmed in multiple studies, it is a dissociative disorder. there's even a level of plurality with it.
you have these people in your head, and you cant destroy them. a lot of them can feel like REAL people. you create worlds, plot lines, and you connect with these characters in a way where they slowly become their own being. their own person. how is this ANY different from being plural?
the answer is: it's really not. if you view plural as synonymous with systemhood then maybe i can see why you'd have a problem with the phrasing, but based off of the actual definitions of plural, maladaptive daydreaming fits the criteria.
the next issue that people tend to have with maladaptive daydreaming being considered plural is that maladaptive daydreaming isn't its own disorder. but something doesnt need to be a disorder for it to be significant in the mental health industry.
a common "rebuttle" of endogenic systems is that they "appropriate" other cultures, but what most people making this argument fail to realize is that, this is HOW culture works. western culture is actively affected by the cultures of other areas. do you genuinely believe that theres not a single Buddhist in america practicing tulpulmacy? that this is SOLELY a non-western phenomenon? then why is "traditional traumagenic" mentioned at all, and not JUST traumagenic?
but there are articles that talk about the importance of listening to the internet, and the words they've cultivated. something i've been told is irrelevant because "an endo made that word" IS BEING heard by therapists all across the globe, not just in america.
"the reader is reminded that culture is dynamic rather than static, meaning that just as our understanding of the online community is different today than it was twenty years ago, this will continue to shift and evolve into the future as well"
things CHANGE. research ADVANCES. and with that, we also know that maladaptive daydreaming is BEYOND VALID on the dissociative spectrum. it has ALWAYS been there, it just wasn't considered a disordered behavior before the 2000s.
on top of this, there's a study that further affirms it's place in the endogenic sphere specifically.
despite this, her brain scans showed "great activity in the ventral striatum, the part of the brain that lights up when an alcoholic is shown images of a martini. Frankly it was super strong"
this means she isn't just mind wandering. mind wandering is what people THINK daydreaming is.
"Mind wandering refers to the occurrence of thoughts that are not tied to the immediate environment—thoughts that are not related to a given task at hand"
mind wandering lights up the Default Mode Network side of the brain, the DMN. the DMN controls Autobiographical information, Memories of collection of events and facts about one's self, Self-reference, Referring to traits and descriptions of one's self.
maladaptive daydreaming has its own dissociative absorption, and it affects the brain differently than mind wandering. it's a proper form of dissociation.
and..would you look at that?? spiritual practices are mentioned. i wonder which endogenic system that reminds me of! (much love to sophie!). it's just further credence towards the fact that non-traumatic systems can exist. why else would maladaptive be on the spectrum, honestly?
trauma doesn't CAUSE maladaptive daydreaming. trauma doesnt cause dissociative absorption. they are ALL coping mechanisms as a way to deal with whatever trauma may be going on-- or it can literally be a choice in the sense that you can actively choose to get absorbed into a book, or how you choose to maladaptive daydream. you can let it interfere with your life and become debilitating and disordered (because sometimes people dont WANT to change) but this doesnt mean it's traumatic.
with all this being said, how is this not a valid presentation of plurality?
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Alright we're gonna talk about BATTLE DOME
You asked for off-topic content, so we're gonna talk about one of my obsessions from the past year: BATTLE DOME.
I know there's a lot of Y2K-era nostalgia now, but if you lived through the Bush years, you probably remember that the early 2000s were a cultural wasteland of amped-up, testosterone-addled, hyper-sexualized garbage.
At the top of that pile was BATTLE DOME, a short-lived TV game show that aired for two years in syndication, presumably to low viewership. BATTLE DOME attempted to blend the over-the-top athletic competition of American Gladiators with the hypermasculine, character-driven soap opera of professional wrestling.
The result was maybe the stupidest show ever to air on television: an extraordinarily dangerous game show where competitors regularly walked away with serious injuries, interrupted by scripted melodrama that played like it was written by and for horny middle schoolers. It is spectacular, and it's almost too unintelligible to be offensive.
The pitch for Battle Dome is simple: three random competitors compete in a series of demanding physical events against THE WARRIORS, an ensemble cast of underemployed Los Angeles-based bodybuilders, stuntmen, and MMA fighters, who have come together here to play a collection of cultural stereotypes and beat the absolute shit out of the hapless contestants.
Here's one of the warriors, Mike O'Dell, a grotesquely muscular dude presented as a white-clad golden god with uncomfortable Aryan overtones. He's at least a head taller than all the contestants and could probably eat them.
There's also T-Money, played BY A YOUNG PRE-FAME TERRY CREWS IN HIS FIRST ACTING ROLE. Getting him on this show was an incredible casting coup in hindsight.
Every event on Battle Dome has a simple objective, like knocking your opponent off the monkey bars. Except this is Battle Dome, so the monkey bars are 15 feet off the ground. And the bars are shaking. And there's a massive man kicking you in the chest.
They call it Aerial Kickboxing.
But the real highlight of Battle Dome are the terrible wrestling plotlines they interject between (or sometimes even during) the events. They're usually arbitrary, poorly written, and just an excuse to make the beefy men fight each other. In this episode, T-Money is pissed at O'Dell because he's underperforming.
After an episode's worth of O'Dell and T-Money throwing barbs at each other, they finally must come to blows. Bobbie Haven, the "sexretary" to the Battle Dome Chairman, demands that the warriors must compete in ULTIMATE BODY SLAM to decide who is the number one warrior!
What is ULTIMATE BODY SLAM, you ask?
I've never been into pro wrestling, but I get the sense that part of the fun of pro wrestling is being a "mark," suspending your disbelief and buying into the fake reality. I do not know how you can do that for Battle Dome. The problem is that the Battle Dome warriors are competing against real humans, which makes their fake absurd antics even faker and more absurd. There is no kayfabe. There is no hermetically sealed world of Battle Dome fiction. This is more like Legends of the Hidden Temple with punching.
But you know what's definitely not fake on Battle Dome? The violence. This show is brutal. Concussions are received. Bones are broken. Even the actors aren't immune to injury. Terry Crews said years later that he almost got set on fire once during an event.
The tagline for the show was "Real Warriors, Real Pain," and at least the second one of those is correct. Pain is the only real thing in the bizarre world of Battle Dome, where emotional truths have been replaced by body slams.
This is clearly not a good television show, and it is incredibly fun. 20+ years removed from airing, it's much easier to laugh at. If I wanted to show someone what American culture felt like at the turn of the millennium, I would show them Battle Dome. I would show them its bacchanalia of testosterone, its bizarre miscalculation of human drama, its Tommy Wiseau-style acting and understanding of women, its unrelenting grinder of human bodies, and then I would get popcorn.
PS: Here are the two announcers for Battle Dome: Steve Albert (right), professional sportscaster; and Scott Ferrall (left), shock jock and professional feral man, dressed like he's about to go on a cruise inside a surrealist painting. Albert does the play-by-plays, while Ferrall screams incoherent horny color commentary in a gravely voice that sounds like he's been smoking six packs of cigarettes a day since kindergarten. They are truly a dynamic duo.
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A/N: Well, hi there! Birdie is such a sneak in this chapter, cheeky thing! Hope y'all enjoy it!
Btw the ----- signifies a kind of time skip or scene change.
Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.
TW: Not many just underaged drinking...
Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz
Made of Glass
Chapter fourteen: Lipstick Stain
In theory; jumping out of a plane was simple.
In reality; the hardest thing Birdie had ever done.
Sure, they spent days training and practicing, but leaping from an elevated platform and hurling your body out of an actual plane were two very different things.
The first jump was daunting, no one knew what it would really be like, but once the initial stomach drop eased, Bernadette was hooked.
A rush of adrenaline hit her and bubbled into joy. The view from above was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and Birdie wished she could capture this moment somehow, remember it till her last days.
On the ground, the girl wrestled with her chute, rolling it up and packing it away before she could leave the area.
That afternoon as the sky tinted orange and pink, Bernadette witnessed a drumming out. She wasn’t aware of the existence of this event until she stood in line and watched it happen.
Any soldier who refused to jump was transferred out of the Airborne and could not qualify as a Paratrooper.
It broke something in Birdie to see the disheartened faces being marched through the crowd in disgrace. She didn’t want to participate but she didn’t have much of a choice as it was used as a scare tactic to ensure everyone completed their five jumps. If she could, Birdie would have left this disgusting manipulation act.
One face in particular stuck out to her: Barbara Donahue, the woman of Charlie company. She had slept in the cot next to Birdie since their first day in Toccoa and the thought that she wouldn’t be there that night ran shivers down her spine.
Her head was hung in shame, and it boiled Birdies blood. How was this helping anyone? This certainly didn’t boost morale or inspire confidence, why was this allowed to happen?
Bernadette completed the last four jumps alongside her Easy men with no hiccups over the course of two weeks and the night of the fifth and final jump, a celebration was being held for her company to applaud the gaining of their jump wings. It was official.
They were Paratroopers.
Birdie adorned her dress greens; the shirt, tie and jacket were identical to the men's uniform except for some additional tailoring around the waist. She was given brand new, shiny paratrooper boots, which she was now permitted to tuck her trousers into. The women were also given a below the knee pencil skirt option but Bernadette wanted to show off her hard earned boots, so she opted for her trousers.
The woman added a simple red lip to her look and with her meticulously curled hair in an up do style, she was ready to go.
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“1000, 2000, 3000, 4000, 5000, 6000, 7000, 8000, 9-” Their rhythmic chant was cut off and replaced by cheers as Bill slammed the empty glass down onto the table. His silver jump wings had been retrieved from the bottom of the drink he chugged, now held between his teeth. Guarnere grinned at his friends, picking the shiny pin out with his fingers before he bellowed, “Heigh-Ho, Silver!” The surrounding men burst into obnoxious roars; Bernadette laughed at the comradery.
Toye stood from the rambunctious collection of men to look in the direction of the bar, he needed at least one more drink to deal with this lot.
“You gettin' ‘nother drink?” Birdie wondered, watching him eye up the other side of the room where she knew the alcohol was coming from.
“Come on, Little Bird.” He rolled his eyes; he knew she had been trying to sneak in a drink all night, but to her chagrin, Lipton and Martin had forbidden her from underaged alcohol consumption. Joe walked with the girl until they reached the bar where he leaned against the wooden countertop and waited to be served. Birdie took a place next to him, brushing her hand down the front of her jacket to flatten any creases that may have formed on the way over.
“Corporal Toye,” a mimic of Sobel’s voice exclaimed, “There will be no leaning in my company.” George Luz, was behind the bar handing out full to the brim glasses to anyone who asked, had made his way over to the pair. Toye straighten up his posture and gave the shorter man a pointed look.
“Are those dusty jump wings?” Luz went on, causing Joe to look down at his newly gained pin. “How do you expect to slay the Huns with dust on your jump wings?” The Pennsylvanian man mock blew the imaginary dust off and shined up the metal on his chest. He’d had enough of the jokesters' chatter; he just wanted a cold drink in his hand and less noise from the man in front of him.
“Luz, just give me a drink.” He pulled George in, so their faces were mere inches away from one another. Birdie’s eyes flicked between the two and her mind wandered, they were awful close.... and then she spotted it. Luz’s vision flits to Toye’s lips for a mere second before finding his eyes again. Her smile dropped from her face, stunned at the small, almost undetectable movement from the barman. It happened so quickly she was sure Toye himself hadn’t noticed.
“Hell of an idea, Joe.” A smile broke out on George’s mouth spanning ear to ear, “There you go.” He had materialized a beer, seemingly from out of thin air and placed it on the counter separating the men. Retrieving his own half-drunk liquid, he toasted the Corporal before him.
“Three miles up, three miles down.”
A voice projected into the room, halting the events of the night and startling every occupant into an upright position, “Ten Hut.” Colonel Sink marched in, followed by two men. All three took a position at the front of the room and Sink began to speak.
“Well, at ease, Paratroopers.” He paused while the room relaxed, “Good evening, Easy company.”
“Evening, sir.” They called back, so loud Birdie almost flinched.
“Now, Parachute Infantry is a brand-new concept in American Military History. But by God, the 506th is gonna forge that brand new concept into victory.” Sink’s southern drawl carried on, awe inspiring the group of men and the single woman.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to know I'm dammed proud of each and every one of you.” Sink looked directly at Bernadette. He doesn't call her out by name but the twinkle in his eyes showed more than needed to be said. She found herself grinning at this comment and he nodded once to confirm she understood his meaning correctly.
“Now, you deserve this party.” Chuck handed him a tall glass filled with the pale-yellow liquid everyone was drinking.
“Thank you, Sergeant Grant.” He accepts the gesture as he prepares to toast.
“Sir.” Chuck acknowledges quietly, stepping back into line with his own drink in hand. Every man in the room picked up the nearest glass regardless of whether it was theirs or not to join in the toast. George tapped Birdie on the shoulder, she kept her body in Sink’s direction but turned her head to look at him and was greeted by a full untouched beer. He smiled at her and winked, she took the offered glass gratefully, giving him a wink back.
“So, I want you to have fun.... and remember our motto.... Currahee!” Colonel Sink bellows, raising his drink above his head.
“Currahee!” The entire room hollers back, followed by cheers and whistles. A few men began chugging whatever they had left so they could grab a new drink. Birdie took a few large mouthfuls, shifting her eyes around the room in case Carwood popped out of nowhere to scold her.
The night continued. The chatter flicked on like a light switch and drinks were being downed with ease.
Toye noticed Bernadette polishing off her unlawful beverage and smirked, she had only had it for thirty seconds and it had already vanished.
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“Bernadette.”
“Carwood.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Uh....no?”
“Huh... So, this is not your bright red lipstick on the rim of this glass?” There was a long pause, Birdie shifted her focus from the glass to Lipton’s face. He was trying to look stern and disapproving but hidden behind his eyes was amusement. He couldn’t stay mad at the young woman, especially when she was celebrating a momentous accomplishment.
“You know, I think I saw Randleman with this exact shade.” Her comment pulled a hearty chuckle from the Sergeant and he shook his head playfully. He’d let her get away with this for tonight, besides, it was only one drink.
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It wasn’t just one drink.
Bernadette sneakily took sips from Toye and Guarnere’s glasses when they weren’t looking, making sure to wipe away any lipstick transfer left over. She used her puppy dog eyes to beg George for another beverage and he caved immediately, handing her a heavy pour of whiskey. Towards the end of the night, she found an unattended bottle of liquor that had asked her to adopt it. How could she refuse?
It was some sort of sherry... or maybe port? Honestly, Birdie didn’t really care. She drunk it without question unaware someone was watching her.
Donald Malarkey had seen every sip of alcohol the southern girl had stolen. He didn’t mind the nineteen-year-old drinking and probably would’ve helped sneak her things if she’d asked him, but he noticed she was starting to sway and figured someone should cut her off before she makes a fool of herself or gets in trouble. He made his way through the crowd and stopped by her side, smiling at the brunette.
“Don!” Birdie beamed at him; many would think she was just being friendly, but he knew she was at the very least tipsy and realistically a bit drunk.
“Hey, Birdie. You enjoying the party?”
“Sure am!” Her already jolly voice went up in pitch till it was almost considered a squeak.
“Think it’s time to head to bed?” Malarkey suggested, hoping the inebriated woman would just agree with him and walk out quietly.
“Five more minutes?” She pouted; her bottom lip pushed out and curled downward, like a child being told no. Don had to hold back his laughter.
“Okay, come find me when you’re ready to go, I'll walk you back.” He offered the woman, she shook her head in reply and slurred some words together,
“Nah, it’s okay, Mal. I’ll get Lip to walk me.”
“Promise?” He was unsure if he should leave her, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and trust she would find the Sergeant before she was ready to leave the function.
“Promise.” And with that, the redhead left, returning to Muck and Penkala who had pulled out cards. Don made a mental note to keep an eye on the girl subtly for the rest of the night.
Not five minutes later and she was gone. He had played one round and when he looked back to the spot he’d left her in; she’d vanished. The man panicked and scanned the room, but Bernadette was definitely gone.
“Ah shit.” He muttered to himself.
“What?” Penkala questioned, noticing his friend's cagey behaviour and his constant turning as he examined the room's occupants.
“Birdie’s gone. She said she’d get Lipton to walk her.”
“Well, I can’t see him anywhere, so... maybe she did?” Penk suggested, trying to help his upset friend feel better. Donald now searched for the Sergeant and when he couldn’t find him either, he reasoned that Bernadette had most likely gone to him for an escort to her barracks. He prayed that’s what happened and would ask one of the two for details the next day. He also decided he’d tell the lady off for worrying him and make her promise to come say goodbye to him at every event they attended, weather she was drunk or not.
A/N: Aw Don is such a sweetie! There will be two secondary ships in the background of this fic, guess who?? I hope the chapter title mislead you hahaha
Till next time x
~ next-autopsy ~
Chapter fifteen
#band of brothers#easy company#hbo war#band of brothers fanfic#fem oc#oc#next autopsy#made of glass#made of glass chapter fourteen#joe toye#bill guarnere#george luz#chuck grant#carwood lipton#donald malarkey#alex penkala
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Routine Examinations Pt7 - Jimmy Keene - Black Bird Imagine
Hi there, this story is loosely based off the Black Bird series starring Taron Egerton as James Keene. Although the series is based off real events, this story is not and deviates from the show’s plot.
Summary: You’re a doctor working with the FBI, your new patient: Jimmy Keene.
Word count: 2000
Pairing: Reader x Jimmy Keene
TW: angst, prison environment, mention of insulin injection.
Jimmy doesn’t hide his surprise when I show up outside his cell. His tired expression is replaced with one of recognition and worry. My patients weren’t alerted about the morning routine change. It’s only for a couple of days. Just until enough people are discharged upstairs and my office is my own again.
“Dr. Green,” concern laces his tone as he stands up from his bed to greet me. He approaches the bars, looking me up and down, searching for evidence to support his wariness.
“Morning Keene, how are you this morning?” I smile at him through the doors. I’m careful not to be too overtly friendly. Jimmy is not the only one watching. As I’ve made my rounds, the male attention has only grown. At least a dozen depraved eyes are on me as we speak, peering from all angles of the floor.
Nelson steps around me to unlock his cell door. Jimmy’s eyes flicker to the officer only briefly before landing back on mine. His brows are furrowed, clearly questioning my unannounced visit. He isn’t the only one who reacted this way. several others were upset I’d altered their routine, but thankfully none put up a fight. Once it slides open, Nelson takes a stand near my medical cart, ensuring nothing will get stolen. He stands with his back to us as I requested at the start of our route so it didn’t look suspicious if I were to ask at Jimmy’s cell.
“Is something wrong?” He asks.
“Not at the moment. I’m doing medication on the ground today to avoid extra traffic in the infirmary,” I step up to the entrance of his cell. The door is unlocked but his broad frame guards the opening. He’s hesitant to let me in.
“May I come in?” I step up to the entrance. Intense eyes stare down at me as I wait for him to decide. I don’t think he wants his injection out in the open.
Jimmy takes a small step back, just far enough to allow me in, but not far enough back so that I have space to move past him. We’re standing almost chest to chest.
It feels strange being in an inmate's cell, especially Jimmy’s. It’s a small glimpse into who they are. What few possessions they have are often incredibly important to them. Yet Jimmy hasn’t been here long enough to add to his cell. I’m not sure he would anyway. He doesn’t come off as that type of person. But maybe I don’t know him that well.
Nevertheless, you’re stepping into what little space they can call their own. It’s not a home but it’s as close as many of them get for years. It's where they sleep, where they dream, where they think about friends and loved ones on the outside, where they reflect on their past actions, where they determine if it was all worth it. It’s the closest thing they have to a safe space. So just the act of being in his cell, in his space, feels oddly intimate.
Part of me feels like an intruder after that first step. As though I need to tread lightly because no one should know I’m here. But that’s not really the case, is it?
I fidget with the packaged vile. Jimmy’s name is nearly labelled on it. They’re all meticulously labelled. Every vial for every patient. So, even if I’m not the one doing his shot, Jimmy will receive the crystalloid solution instead of insulin. The wrong vial could kill him.
He watches me intently. I briefly saw him yesterday for less than five minutes at the crack of dawn, but we couldn’t talk. My office was and still is being shared by two doctors with only a curtain as a divider. Nothing we’d say would be confidential. Today is the first real day since the riot that we’ll be able to talk. Even if it’s for a limited amount of time.
“How are you?” Jimmy whispers as he towers over me. Looking up into his eyes is mesmerizing. Yet the nagging in my head reminds me of those watching. I grab his arm to pull him deeper into his cell. Here we’re sheltered from everyone but Nelson, who isn’t looking anyway.
“Tired,” I respond. “Overwhelmed. I haven’t really had time to think about it,” I anxiously rub a hand along the back of my neck. I don’t know how much I can tell him anymore. After Hall’s trip to the infirmary yesterday, part of me wonders what Jimmy all shares with him. Or if it’s possible he shares details about me in exchange for details about Hall’s life. The logical part of my brain says that would never happen, that Jimmy wouldn’t do that. Yet, I’d be stupid if I didn’t at least consider those possibilities. Because after all, Jimmy is a desperate man. And desperate men are dangerous men. “You?” I ask.
“Tired. I’m always tired,” Jimmy lowers his voice. “I can’t stop thinking about you” he raises a hand to brush over my bandaged collarbone. Underneath my clothes, the scar is red and still several days away from being fully healed. Part of me wants to disappear into his arms, to be held and comforted again, but I know we can’t. I long to melt into him. I can tell he wants to touch me more because his hands linger above my shirt, but I know he won’t. “These last few nights, all I could think about was if you were okay,”
“I’ll be fine,” I whisper. “Can you take a seat on the bed please?”
Jimmy obeys my request, taking a seat on the neatly folded mattress. He sits with his legs spread and I take the opportunity to stand between his thighs. Our legs brush and I can feel the warmth from his skin pass through our clothes and embrace my outer thighs.
“Did they catch those fuckers?” Jimmy’s voice is raspy and I can hear the underlying anger in his tone.
“Sort of,” I hesitate before continuing. “Ralf was charged for stealing the supplies and put into solitary, but Moe wasn’t caught,”
“But you know who they are? Why didn’t you identify them?” I didn’t want to talk about this today but now it’s too late to stop.
“Because if this goes to court, it doesn’t just draw attention to them, you’ll be brought into it too,” realization dawns on Jimmy’s face. “What you did was technically assault, even if it was to protect me. I don’t know if you’d be charged, but you would definitely be mentioned in the hearing. What happened would be talked about by other convicts, if it hasn’t already. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. But I need you to focus on Hall, okay?” As the words leave my mouth, he breaks eye contact. I don’t think it’s guilt he feels. It’s something else. Something harder to describe. His brows furrow and his eyes search his cell for a nonexistent answer. Jimmy’s hand starts to reach for mine but then he stops and pulls back. My heart clenches.
“I’m not sorry for what I did,” he says seriously.
“I’d hope not,” I joke. He looks up at my change of tone to see me smiling down at him. “Now, lift your shirt.”
I’m starting to think Jimmy will never get used to needles. His entire body remains stiff throughout the thirty seconds it takes for me to finish. His breathing is shallow and he refuses to look at my hands. It’s almost cute.
“Done,” I cap the syringe. “Jimmy, there’s something we have to talk about before I leave,” he looks up. I have his full attention. “Hall came to visit me yesterday,” I watch his reaction carefully.
“Hall did? Why?” His brows furrowed in confusion and he shifts away from me slightly.
“He faked an injury because he wanted to see who’s been treating you every morning,” a flash of anger crosses Jimmy’s face but doesn’t stay. He remains quiet, allowing me to continue. “He said you mentioned that I was nice and pretty and he had to see for himself,” I finish with a sigh.
“I didn’t say those things to him,” Jimmy’s whispering now. Maybe he fears Hall will hear us from his nearby cell. “Well not like you implied. He was asking me what you were like because he hasn’t gone to the doctor since coming here. So I said you were nice, but that’s it.”
“Has he said anything else about our appointments? Anything at all?” I lower my voice to match his. Jimmy looks to the corner of his cell and I know immediately there’s more.
“Every once in a while he’ll ask, never in much detail. But he’s asked about what it’s like having diabetes. How often you do my shots. That kind of thing. Once or twice he’s tried to talk about you in more detail but I don’t say much,” he forces a swallow.
“What did he say?” My tone is more serious than ever, I need to know if Hall’s curiosity is just that or if it’s more.
“He wanted to know if you had kids, you know, stuff like that. If you were married, to which I said I didn’t know and he told me to check for a ring next time,” he pauses to consider his words before continuing. “The day before the riot he started getting more personal. He asked what you smelled like. What shoes you wore. What colour your bra straps are because apparently women send secret messages to men based on the colour of their bra,” Jimmy finally finishes. “But I went into the least amount of detail without it being suspicious. It’d be weird if I outright refused to talk about you with him.”
My stomach drops at the amount of information he just mentioned. Weeks worth of information. Stuff that should’ve been written down and recorded. I can’t believe he didn’t mention this before.
Despite this, Jimmy’s right. It’d be weird if he refused to talk about me to Hall. Not only that, it would be suspicious. But the fact that Hall has taken a special interest in me, not out of suspicion, but for a more sinister reason, is almost as concerning.
I sigh. “Okay. Jimmy, in the future you have to tell me this information. Even if you think it’s going to creep me out or that you’re protecting me by not saying anything, I have to know. Okay? Have to.”
He grabs my empty hand and gently squeezes. “I will. I shouldn’t have kept that from you,”
Any tension I had towards him slips away as the warmth of his hand wraps around my own. His calloused hands are large and gentle. I break eye contact with him to stare at the embrace. I brush my thumb along the top of his fingers as they apply a reassuring pressure to my hand.
As I stand between Jimmy’s legs, I subconsciously lean forward. He shifts, allowing us to be closer than before. Part of me wishes we were still locked in my office together where there were no prying eyes. I want to relish in the feeling of his arms around me. To linger so close his breath becomes my own.
I allow myself one last moment to memorize the feel of his strong hand.
“We have a lot to talk about once my office is back together,” I murmur.
“Okay,” he whispers.
I squeeze his hand one last time before pulling away without a look back. My shoes echo along the cement floor as I step out of the cell. Nelson hears my footsteps and takes his cue. Jimmy’s door slides shut and closes with a loud clank.
As I gather my cart I feel a set of eyes on me. I look back at Jimmy’s cell to find him watching with care. We share a small, risky smile before I quickly look away. However, as I turn away, I notice another set of eyes intently watching our exchange.
My body stiffens as I lock eyes with Hall. He leans against his cell door, diagonal to Jimmy, twirling his beard between his fingers. My breath catches in my throat as I’m caught off guard. I quickly cover my tracks with a polite smile as I head for the exit. My pace is faster than before and Nelson struggles to keep up.
Keene and Hall aren’t the only ones watching me leave.
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paracosm dashboard simulator
Inspired by @maddgical-boy :D
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Repeat offender caught west of main. Subject has short brown hair, brown eyes, and was known for pickpocketing. Confiscated goods are pending return.
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caught west of main
thats our area you fucking leeches what the hell
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We actually ran into them in the mid city, and chased them all the way over. 😅
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And we wouldn't have had to if any of you could do your jobs.
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something about that slime guy from last week... c'mon police just let me visit i could fix him
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In reference to the reblog below this: Let him figure it out on his own.
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girl he's been posting pics of baggy Ts with khaki shorts please let me intervene
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K told me to reply "It's a canon event" and you know I'm not a girl?
#confusion aside it hurts me as well but he has to start somewhere
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does anyone have any fashion advice
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like, how it works?
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where do people buy clothes...?
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This attack on our city cannot go ignored. The public should not fear humanoid monsters or people creating electricity to destroy and steal from our community stores. It is revolting.
Possessing powers at all makes these individuals inherently dangerous, but we should not ever see them used to their extreme like this. Action must be taken.
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oh to be able to summon lightning and take down capitalism with my spidergirl girlfriend
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These people are causing real chaos and destruction. You are sick for joking about this.
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mwah
#happy six year anniversary to this post #and the attack ig #i hope theyre still together
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"his pronouns are she/her!" - E probably
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What? I am well aware tack uses she/her pronouns.
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It's a joke, it's based off a different meme, I think they're just saying you'd say something like that.
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This site is a waste of time.
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been experimenting with making small bombs recently and i put one in my bag and almost brought it home on accident. if my little sister had found that....
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what is it with these fake self proclaimed "vigilante crime fighters" nowadays trying to be so cool? we know you don't make bombs, quit stroking your ego
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hey.
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if you have any of the slots on your ci ring set to anything fancy unfollow me immediately. its frankly quite rude to switch into that in front of your friends who can't afford something so expensive
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a ci ring is $6000??????
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LMAO imagine complaining about not affording a suit yet owning the rich person identity stealer 2000
#everyone here died 💀 #anyway its super easy to make knockoffs
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whoes that new guy with the blue hair? I think hes been running around with the team down by the bottom of the hills? vigilante fans help me out here!
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thats me actually! I am newer around here but I'm with E's group. my hair might stand out a little too much lol
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OMG. uh hiiiiiiiii. youre very cool I love when you do stuff with uhh gravity. wanna hang out sometime?
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uh, E doesn't really want us meeting up with anyone outside the group in our secret identities. so probably not.
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oh well can we still dm?
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hello?
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definitely left
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poll canceled everyone my partner is here 🥰
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doesn't your blog say you're aroace?
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yeah and it also says that im in a qpr with them so whats your fucking problem
#do people on this site not read?
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#gaming
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I /think/ I'll start another playthrough for the blog- I need to shake myself out of my constant slumps or I'll go mad after all :P
So what about Dragon Quest Monsters? One of my favorite series.... if you consider being obsessed with 2.5 gameboy games and wanting to try all the others "favorite" material :P
So Joker was "fine". It wasn't my favorite by any means- most of the changes from 1-2 were "meh" to me, but I did enjoy it enough to complete it with a pretty decent amount of fun being had.
Joker 2's intro got me hyped! It really felt like something I'll love!
So how about instead of playing Joker 2 as I logically would- I go backwards a little and play Caravan Hearts instead lmao
I know very little about Caravan Hearts, as I've hinted at before on the blog (if you count mentioning it in passing like 4 years ago).
I "Think" it's one of those games I booted up in the early 2000s when emulation started getting more popular, in japanese of course being a japan exclusive and all, but I could be mixing it up with me booting up FF legends and the like.
The most I know is that a fellow DWM enjoyer said it was crap many years ago when I was playing some DWM stuff on the blog, and I took that to mean it's "probably" experimental and easy to dislike lol
Starting it up I'll say I'll be playing the fan translation, obviously, from kaioshin on Romhacking dot net. Any "funny business" in dialogue or re-interpretations of events is because it's a fan translation and I will be experiencing it as it is here, not as the original text defines the game because they never bothered to tell us this tale in english and I'm dumb and can't read the OG lol
Basic intro, we're a kid (10 years old) who craves adventure. Instead of being native to a monster world (2) or coming here because our sibling was kidnapped to be a monster master (1) we come to the monster world to escape punishment from our father- the king- after trying to escape the castle to explore the (reportedly) very tiny world we live in.
Basically we're a bored prince who craves adventure, and we stumbled into an opportunity to do that while hiding in our cabinet... a fun nod to DWM1 :3
Yada yada, in the monster world now, oh look a caravan lacking a leader:
What a coincidence, we just magically appeared here and listening to kids in RPG settings is normal as hell.
So right out the gate things DO appear rather different from the prior DWM games I love.
The caravan is key to combat for one, and our team appears to be entirely shaken up from how the prior games played it.
Instead of befriending and capturing 3 monsters to make a team and splitting up responsibilities among those 3 monsters for cohesive RPG party stuff- it /appears/ that we will always have ONE monster who takes the main stage for combat (kind of like DQ1?) and the caravan plays the role of... equipment? Passives? I guess you'd call them?
You have various adventurers in the party who don't directly participate but instead act as assistant abilities during combat- I am too early in to know how deep or how much control I have just yet, but I can pick what order they appear and from how the first encounters went it APPEARS as if the order determines when they get a turn to assist (if applicable), MAYBE.
Regardless it means I have a warrior who can swing an extra time for some more damage, a cleric who can heal if their "turn" comes up and we need it, and a map expert who can buff(?) our speed during his turn and also gives us the passive ability to use the map on the overworld.
This, could be neat.
It could also feel like a less hands on version of a combat system that was already kinda hands off since I'm only leveling up 1 party member and the other party members are not /real/ and instead are just passives that happen based on order (I think).
Hm. Looking forward to finding out!
I like that little wind effect :3
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After reading your posts involving Allen it made me curious about what you think about Skye because regarding hm bachelor's he's always been one that people either really hate or love
honestly i never played ds (as much as i really want to, but i should probably finish ttott/si/gab before i start another game 😭) so i don't exactly have any strong opinions on skye one way or the other....but i can say he doesn't give off the same vibe allen does at ALL. in fact based on the events i've seen i think he's fucking hysterical. he really radiates the energy of your average "mysterious suave bad boy womanizer" from literally any other early 2000s media and then 20 years later you look back at that hunk of a man you fell for at 13 and realize he is the biggest fucking LOSER to ever exist. i absolutely love that for him.
gonna be real for a sec, but i promise i'll get back to skye lol- i honestly totally understand why some people like allen, and i hold nothing against them as long as they aren't actively trying to defend that aspect of his character (and yes, i have actually seen someone do that before...huge red flag yall). i see where they're coming from, too, i think allen's line about your cow dying was hilarious and i think i would've LOVED him as a character if they just... didn't make him a raging misogynist AHHSDHHFHASHD
allen has some funny ass dialogue on a surface level and the bewilderment you get from finding out about it is definitely hysterical. but the fact that its a real thing that real people do unironically just,,, isn't something i can look past LMAO. to me it's like.... rewatching icarly in the modern day. its funny and the shock factor is entertaining but you have to take a break from watching eventually bc otherwise after a while it just Hurts.
skye on the other hand....absolutely nothing he does is threatening at all. he just seems like hes trying too fucking hard. nothing he does is something any real person would do if they had at least 3 functioning braincells.
and the fucking.... "chick beam"........the way he can supposedly make women stop in their tracks for a good 30 seconds by yelling it out like it's an anime special attack.....the way it's literally NEVER explained or elaborated on at all....that is comedy gold. that's classic harvest moon to me.
unlike allen skye doesn't make me feel like he'd call me a homophobic slur. do you think the chick beam determines off of one's sex assigned at birth or just what skye assumes (or knows) someone's gender to be? i feel like if skye met a trans woman he'd be like "oh, you ARE a lady, then? well in that case, i suppose today is my lucky day😊" and then he'd fire his chick beam at you and steal your wallet and run away
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THIS IS THE INTRO POST.
howdy, folks! this is your admin (@scarycranegame) speaking! welcome to my brandy-new sideblog dedicated entirely to my UrbanSPOOK AU, "MetaSPOOK"!
now, first and foremost, much like my main blog, this is an 18+ blog. much like the source material it's based on, this AU and the content i post that relates to it may contain sexual, violent, taboo/"problematic" elements that may be disturbing to some individuals and are unsuitable for minors. again, i'll say it real loud and bold...
IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD OR CAN'T HANDLE GRAPHIC, UNCOMFORTABLE CONTENT, DON'T FOLLOW OR INTERACT WITH ANY OF MY BLOGS.
this is your only warning. if i get any messages regarding the censorship or removal of my own original content, i will not respond to them. i'm not responsible for your reaction or any harm caused if you choose to ignore this warning.
with that being said, what the hell is a MetaSPOOK?
i'll give you a run-down:
the basic premise of this AU is that the analog horror series exists in-universe as a series of "indie horror" videos made by another serial killer who was inspired by the Painter's case and wishes to find out more about the killers involved.
this AU takes place in the late 90s-early 2000s in the town of Urbanspook, Louisiana (very original name, i know)
the videos themselves are uploaded onto the creator's own website, which is entirely dedicated to the project.
the videos are uploaded in chronological order, i.e., the in-universe real-life crimes that were committed correspond to the order in which the videos based on them are uploaded (FACES-LIGHTHOUSE-IN THE WALLS-THE CLUE-WITNESS-PIGS-FAMILY-MEAT, basically)
the vast majority of the events portrayed in the videos are accurate to the killers' crimes, but some details (such as some info about the killers themselves and some of the codes hidden in the videos) are fabricated to throw people off
there are also promotional social media accounts (eg. MySpace and Facebook) connected to the videos and the overall "indie film project" they're supposedly part of, and the creator regularly interacts with their audience in the form of Q&A sessions held on AOL or IRC chat; both of which are meant to provide even more false info about the killers (and avoid suspicion, for that matter)
merchandise for the series also exists in-universe
the phone number (985)-455-9560 belongs to the creator of the videos and is included in the videos both in order to find out more about the killers & their crimes and to locate potential victims of his own
the killers are aware of these videos and are amused by them, regarding the creator as a friend of theirs
the Painter is a man, he just has low testosterone (be nice to him okay!!!!! god damn!!!!!/j/lh)
mask guy is referred to as Bruteforce, still has his arm (and his face for that matter), and is at least a little bit more intelligent than a dog (not that much, though, he's still a fucking dumbass for the most part, dw—)
they're uhh. they're gay and they livestream on the dark web sometimes occasionally. yeah no that's it, that's deadass what i have written down in my notes for this
...alright, so that ended up a little longer than i expected, but nonetheless i hope that at least gives you some idea of what the hell is going on here. if not, then you can always ask, either in dms on my main account or in the inbox here!
before we finish up, though, i'd like to clarify a few additional things:
if you're looking for my general headcanons about the killers, you can find them here: https://www.tumblr.com/meatbricks/733417177763414016/id-love-to-hear-some-general-hcs-about-the?source=share
this blog isn't just for headcanons, fics, art, and other works related to this au, but it also doubles as an ask blog! if you send in an inbox message addressed to a specific character, an in-character answer will be provided!
this au also includes ocs of mine! none of them affect canon all too much (besides maybe one of 'em), so if you have any questions or requests regarding them, don't hesitate to ask!
speaking of which, this blog does, indeed, take fanfic/headcanon/art requests! this includes reader insert fanfics, so if you have something you wanna see, again, don't be afraid to ask!
these characters, aside from my ocs, are all the property of UrbanSLUG. please support his work on Instagram and YouTube. I do not claim the rights to any of these characters; these are only my personal interpretations of them that are separate from canon.
unless specified otherwise, none of the events of this blog are canon to the actual series, and none of the elements of this au (such as the social media accounts, website, livestreams, etc) exist in physical reality.
...aaaaand the n/s/f/w tag for this blog is "this is the NSFT", so block that in case you don't wanna see any of the weirder stuff i post here.
that's all! enjoy!
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The World of Myalia
Myalia, one of the Realms contained within The Colossus, a fantastical world where magic is real, and monsters lurk. Here you will find what I have written about it thus far
Current Timeline of important events (still a wip)
The Time of Strife (-year)
~-700000-10 Age of Nephilim
-200 the ‘Demon lord’ rises to power
-2 The Barrier Proclamation
-1 The Wishing
0 The Time of Safety
10-current Age of humanity
500 Extinction of the Timewinders
2000 Murder of Vocalis The Mute
Magic
Magic is the lifeblood of the world, literally. In its base form mana is how the Colossus made a way for infinite energy. It acts as spare energy for its universes to use such that they are perpetual. It can be likened to a stem cell as far as the universe is concerned. The souls of living beings are created from mana at a steep cost, however a typical soul will produce more mana than it’s worth making it a positive investment. Due to every living being being intimately connected to mana, an unavoidable fact is that most creatures will evolve to harness it for their own means, typically through the use of specialized organs. Magic itself is the language of the Colossus, and it can take many forms.
Humans
Humans are the most versatile species on the planet but also the weakest on average. Their brains evolved a distinct third hemisphere, which due to experimentation by reviled Fleshcrafter (doctor equivalent), was found to be the source of their ability to control magic (exceptions exist) This hemisphere contains the language of magic in its physical structures however depending on genetics humans will have an easier time learning a particular school of magic. This is why Covens exist, closely related families of mages descended from a particular Nephilim who know specific schools of magic that band together. Noble covens are those with particularly powerful magic at their command
Human ways of casting magic:
Rune Circles: the typical form of magic casting; they're basically sentences written in a simply packaged form which issues commands to reality. Stopping time would read 'Stop Time, 30 seconds, exclude self, range 20 feet.' for example it's really mundane but more complex spells and applications need progressively more and more words to actually work correctly
Glyphs: written runes, they can take the form of the language of magic but they can also be a chain of drawings that a caster heavily associates with a spell. Schools teach this in a very standardized way so that spells are easier to recognize in the case of crimes. Typically also contained in a circle
Voice: This is considered a lost art, almost no human alive knows how to use this magic in its raw form. it involves literally speaking the language of magic, to devastating effect, most of the strongest mages in history knew the correct pronunciation. It's a risky method as one error can annihilate you but the sky's the limit on their application
Spell foci & familiars: An ancient art reserved for mages of high social class, a glyph belonging to an unknown school of magic exists in most cities. It is used to break magical power off and give it a sentience. However it does not yet have a body so it's typically bound to a physical object. This is the larval form of a familiar. It operates on the same logic as a monster in that it's biologically hard coded to cast the same class of spells it's 'parent' knows which allows accelerated casting
As a foci it can manifest a few passive abilities related to their school of magic, such as telling the future, displaying coordinates in the language of magic, having specialized tools for crafting, etc
Upon absorbing enough mana from its parent throughout their life (typically occurs during teenage years) it can manifest itself a psychical form which can do a few fun things. Related to this conversation a familiar has a mana pool that allows it to quickly cast spells (due to being of the manifestation family it cannot create its own mana and must be lent some from its parent to recover spent mana). When in close proximity to its parent it can have spells cast through it completely circumventing the need for any other magic invocation method for weaker spells. A familiar has a complexity limit however and larger spells are stressful for it to do alone and can even border on causing it harm if forced upon it. It can help it's parent with more complex spells thought
Due to how hostile the Supercontinent of Trepidalia is (further details in the ‘monster’ section) Humans live in cities protected by a magical barrier. This for the most part keeps the horrors of the outside at bay but also restricts safe development as the barrier only expands as more humans come to inhabit it. There exists one safe method of transport between safe cities that being the The Arieus Express, a magical construct that travels through the air across the continent stopping at every city. Non-safe options involve traveling the ‘path’ loosely warded routes Nephilim of old create. The magic that fends off monsters is considerably weak and you could be attacked at any moment.
Standard human currency is called ‘Bloom’
Monsters
‘Monster’ is a catch all phrase for non-human beings capable of using magic which inhabit Trepidalia.They sacrifice the versatility humans have for raw power. Such beings can butcher the average human. They are divided by either powers or what ‘family’ they belong to (Ghosts, Familiars, and spirits are part of the ‘Manifestation’ family for example)
Gods
Gods are typically humans who have figured out how to attach themselves to a metaphysical concept which the Colossus must provide mana personally to maintain. Granting them what is effectively infinite power. However it is almost impossible to keep your humanity post apotheosis. These gods are functionally immortal so long as their concept exists. Time and space can be considered the only true immortals as they exist for the infinity this universe exists
Current/Known gods
Time: The first Timewinder, her purpose is to maintain the flow of time. She knows everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen and thus this should be protected from outside variables. However she is the god who maintained the most humanity post ascension and still has a soft spot for her fellow timewinders
Space: Space is everything that has happened, will happen, and is happening. They lost all their humanity upon ascension, and are technically everything presently. It is said her true physical form drifts in between the stars, sleeping eternal
Emotion: Emotion is everything the living feel. They are physically the biggest of the gods being a multicolored worm the size of the supercontinent with a human torso for a tongue, a representation of the complexity she rules over. She is most empowered by humans and is wildly unpredictable.
Life & Death: Life and Death are a packaged deal as humans they were lovers and in ascension they are two sides of the same coin. Death is the more active of the duo, they are obsessed with their ‘count.’ In which they count down how much time each individual living being has left. Purely for sport mind you, this causes him to hate time fore they allow timewinders to throw off his count by changing fate. Though humans only ever speak on death, life is much easier to find, she's everywhere. Trees, people, the birds singing, the monsters killing, it’s all her and she can manifest anywhere life exists. She views the world as a game she may only watch unfold, bringing into creation new players and gifts for her husband.
The Colossus
An enigmatic being that created the world. Appeared once during The Wishing, in which it altered reality to grant a wish made to it. Standard flavor of religion for most humans
Nulls
Nulls are the white blood cells of The Colossus; they seek out any who may upset the proper flow of the world and destroy them. They accomplish this by being nothing, literally! They are ‘nothing’ made manifest by engulfing a target in ‘nothing’ they will be erased from reality. Nulls typically cannot be stopped, only avoided.
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Scream 4 (2011)
Hearing the name, Scream 4 makes you wonder how many times these sorts of events can happen to the same group of people. That's understandable, but this series is about more than just the characters; it’s a commentary on the horror genre. In 2011, several new trends proved themselves ripe for commentary and satire. After the disappointing third film in 2000, this is a much-appreciated return.
Following in the footsteps of fellow survivor Gale Weathers (Courteney Cox), Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) is capitalizing on the Woodsboro murders by publishing a book. The moment her book tour bring her home, a new killer emerges. This time, “Ghostface” (voiced by Roger L. Jackson) is savvy to the current rules of horror, meaning that the previously "untouchable" Sidney, Gale, and Dewey (David Arquette) are now potential victims.
Scream 4 begins with an out-there view of the “Stab” franchise, the films-within-the-film that are based on the Woodsboro murders and have devolved into a generic slasher series that includes time travel, attempts to be meta, roles that were recast, productions that went ahead despite the director being a serial killer, and more choices that smell of desperation. It felt like that's where Scream 3 left us. This is why Scream 4 is both a continuation and a potential jumping-on point. Since the year 2000, movies have gotten nastier with the likes of the gore-heavy Saw and Hostel series. These original films are sandwiched between endless remakes - Writer Kevin Williamson cleverly names a dozen of them in a tense scene toward the end. He makes fun of the films he mentions by pointing out the mechanisms that make them work, but then goes the extra mile by showing us how to do it well. It helps that the familiar story beats are shrouded by the mystery: who is behind the mask, and why are they brutally murdering these people?
This fourth chapter works because of the characters. Unlike so many slasher films, we actually care about the protagonists. We like Gale and Dewey. We want them to remain together as a happy couple. We know Sidney is tough and want to see her continue to grow. The same applies to the new cast introduced. Sidney’s cousin, Jill Roberts (Emma Roberts) is a lot like our main heroine; she’s just an ordinary girl who is suddenly thrust into this horrifying ordeal because of happenstance. Charlie Walker and Robbie Mercer (Rory Culkin and Erik Knudsen) are great substitutes for the movie-obsessed Randy (who died in the second film). I’m a big fan of Kirby Reed (Hayden Panettiere), Jill’s best friend who also loves movies, and Deputy Judy Hicks (Marley Shelton), who has a not-too-subtle crush on Sheriff Dewey. Williamson said one of his main objectives was to differentiate this movie from the likes of the Saw franchise, whose audiences only care about how quickly everyone can be turned to red goo. Mission accomplished. Partially because of the actresses (among those already named, Anna Paquin, Kristen Bell, Lucy Hale and Shenae Grimes all have small roles that show off their charisma), and because we get enough time with these people to see them as real people, people you might even be friends with.
If there’s a mystery killer, there’s got to be a twist ending and it’s a great one. The beginning showed us there were two killers - both disguised as Ghostface - working in unison, which actually makes it much harder to figure out who are the culprits. When Jill and Charlie take off their masks, it’s a shocker but the satisfaction goes beyond the audible gasp. As in any good whodunnit, we learn what motivated them. It’s eerily chilling and relevant to modern-day. Jill is envious of her cousin’s fame and wants to replace her by recreating the events that made Sidney famous, culminating in her death, Jill’s ex-boyfriend (Nico Tortorella) getting framed, and Charlie getting double-crossed so Jill can be the “final girl”. When some of the most famous people on the planet are successful not because they’re actually talented but because they happened to already be famous or stumble into fame, and mass murders done just for the infamy of it are very real, that motivation packs a punch. This is a smart film.
If you’re a fan of the franchise, you were disappointed with the third film because the setup felt really artificial. This premise is organic and all the Scream trademarks are back: the likable characters, the compelling mystery, the dark comedy, the scares, and an insightful commentary on the horror genre. Director Wes Craven and writer Kevin Williamson legitimately had something to say and worked hard to make Scream 4 worth the wait. (On Blu-ray, May 30, 2022)
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this is wild speculation and based on nothing but my own opinions and limited observation of cultural trends, but there is something very interesting about the way Morrowind and Skyrim both feature the TES flavor of fantasy racism as central story elements but Oblivion does not. It's not completely absent, but it really does seem like there was a concerted effort to gloss over the previous game's (half-hearted) critique of empire, in favor of divine kingly pap.
In the late 90s and early 00s the dominant messaging of American cultural programming (school curricula, advertising, political rhetoric, etc) was that the world is a big ol United Colors of Benetton ad. I think by the time Oblivion was in development, that particular brand of reality denial had reached a fever pitch.
At first this didn't explain Morrowind, which came out in 2003, but bearing in mind that these games are years in development, it does track with something I have observed in my amateur studies of right-wing terrorism: the 2000s were a period when white nationalist blocs learned from incidents like the OKC bombing and Ruby Ridge and did all their recruiting and resource-gathering with a greater degree of subtlety and savvy. Those events would have been fresh in the public consciousness in the mid-late-90s when work on Morrowind began.
Skyrim is a product of the Obama years where *some* of the denial was peeled off but both-sidesisms held sway in the cultural discourse. Hence the "choose between two shitty factions" centrist messaging of both Skyrim and F:NV.
There's no real point to this other than the funnysad way that products of a company founded in the suburbs of DC follow the most boilerplate messaging of our political institutions. Whatever they've got cooking for TES:VI in the post-Trump era has got to be fucking insufferable. Using corporate advertising as a barometer, we're coming back around to another period of revisionism except even more bloated and stupid than it was in the Bush years when Oblivion came out.
#there's also a lot to say about the depictions of monarchy and empire during the bush years but that would be a tangent within a tangent#suffice it to say that oblivion slots neatly into the context of an aggressive period of american jingoism
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Thirteen is one of those early 2000s drugs-are-bad dramas focusing on troubled youths and aggressive color grading. Though Thirteen is a pretty solid picture based off real events in the life of one of the actresses' with some fun time-capsule aspects to it, the film itself really flew under my radar, with the only pop-culture impact I've encountered being some popular audio samples from video based social media platforms.
It's a solid little film, artistic and well-acted. The actresses were (roughly) the same ages as the characters they portrayed, which made their sexualization (and the knowledge that some of them experienced the events of the film) that much more disturbing, if impactful.
What Thirteen is, in its basest form, is a story about the aftermath of the 90s addiction crisis (which you last saw so beautifully captured in Requiem for a Dream) crossed with Americas 1990s divorce panic, distilled down into a tableau of human suffering and small-scale depravity.
I wouldn't call it enjoyable, or even a landmark, but it's a distinct snapshot of artistic filmmaking of the era and that's reason enough to watch it.
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hi imp I hope you're doing well :) I'm the new namor fan anon from last month! I've been reading a lot of silver age roy thomas namor and recently finished the byrne/jae lee run, I'm really enjoying the character so far! He's become one of my favorites. I hope this isn't too much of a bother but I'm a little lost of what goes after his 90s run and modern era (2010s-2020s). what should I read? I know of namor the (very little) minis he's had in the 2000s early 2010s, but I don't know what goes directly after the 90s run and I'm pretty out the loop with current marvel comics (I'm a pretty new reader overall) . Again I hope this isn't too much of a bother. thank you very much :)
Hello! I am doing as well as can be, thanks for asking, and fan questions are never a bother, I try to answer them as in depth and as quick as I can. I'm really glad to have you on board with Namor Nation! It's great to hear that you're enjoying the character.
As for what comes after the 90s run, I will admit that I never talk about this era much because frankly I don't enjoy all of it. So I will break down where to read next for chronological stuff and what I personally think is best to read.
So right after the 90's series concludes we have the Atlantis Rising Event which is a 10 issue arc but Namor appears in the Fantastic Four just before this arc kicks off.
Fantastic Four (1961) #400
Atlantis Rising:
Fantastic Four: Atlantis Rising (1995) #1
Fantastic Force (1994) #8
Fantastic Four (1961) #401
Fantastic Force (1994) #9
Fantastic Four (1961) #402
Fantastic Four: Atlantis RIsing (1995) #2
Fantastic Four Unlimited (1993) #11
Warlock & the Infinity Watch (1992) #41-42
Namor isn't in every one of those comics and imo you can just read Atlantis Rising #1-2 and the Fantastic Four issues and you will be fine. Then you follow Namor's story as he joins, not officially, the Fantastic Four team, he just hangs around the team and spends his time trying to get with Susan. During this era the writer had killed off Reed with no intention of bringing him back unless Marvel ordered it. So the team spent real time years without Reed in the book, instead the writer takes Namor and sticks him in the comics where all he does is run around screaming about how he wants to be with Susan.
I cannot stress enough that you do not need to read these comics because when it comes to Namor they have his whole character revolve around trying to seduce Susan. This is the era where a lot of fans who haven't read Namor's comics get their characterization, the macho sleazy sexist Susan seducing sea man.
Fantastic Four (1961) #400 - 412.
(Note: #412 is where fans often like to go "Namor is a rapist" and take panels out of context to "prove" that, it's just really sexist terrible writing and I really don't think people should base all of Namor's character on these issues but unfortunately this era did a lot of harm to people's perception of Namor as a character.)
After that it's really hard to keep track of Namor's character without this list because he just appears in so many things as a one time cameo or guest star, and it's not until The Defenders (2001) that we get him in a consistent book again.
The Defenders (2001) - The Defenders are forced to work together
The Order (2002) - The Defenders go evil
Then we have the young Namor series, because Marvel wanted a revamped starting point for new Namor fans due to the possibility of Namor getting a live action solo movie in 2004, however the movie was canceled after the script was done, and it's a good thing because the script was terrible!
Namor (2003) - Namor in his younger years, this comic series is considered part of Namor's continuity but really no one ever references it and it takes some departures from his first human interactions however I do enjoy this comic series even if it doesn't perfectly fit into his usual 30s-present origin.
Then after that we get Namor in Invaders, Avengers, Thunderbolts, seriously without the wiki list it's really hard to follow where he shows up next because Marvel just used him wherever they wanted.
Then we have a really fun series with The Defenders (2005) then that goes into Civil War, Namor loses Nita, and there are a few solo comics like Marvel Comics Presents (2007) #7 we finally have anther mini series solo for Namor in Namor (2007) which takes place right after Civil War and that transitions into Namor's Dark Reign/X-Men in the late 2000s - early 2010's era. When in doubt of where to look next the wiki is seriously a good tool to search through but I can always help out if you have any other questions. Also you SHOULD read Sub-Mariner: The Depths if you haven't yet, because it's a great undersea horror series, it's set around the 1950s and can be read at any time. I love that series.
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** IMPORTANT INFO RE: FELIX CATTON
a study in. lifestyle of the rich and the famous, little lord, bleeding gold, doomed by the narrative, naive to a fault, falling victim, y2k, closeted royalty, family comes first
full name. felix james catton
also known as. fee, catton (by his water polo mates),
date of birth. canon - 08/20/1986
gen z au - 08/20/2000
zodiac. leo sun / scorpio moon / leo rising
gender. male
pronouns. he / him
romantic orientation. homoromantic
sexual orientation. homosexual
occupation. influencer / socialite
species. human
birthplace. london, uk
current home. london, uk
nationality. british
ethnicity. just another dumbass white boy
language(s). english
parents. lord james catton, lady elspeth catton
siblings. twin sister - venetia catton
other family members. farleigh start - cousin
significant other + children. verse dependent
faceclaim. jacob elordi
hair. brown + short
eyes. brown
height. 6 ft 5 in
build. muscular
dominant hand. right
scars. there are scars inside his mouth from swallowing cyanide, a scar on his lip from a broken bottle, a scar covered by a tattoo on his right side
tattoo. a cluster of stars that matches the family crest on his left hand (mirrored on venetia's left hand), angel wings between his shoulder blades, carpe diem on the inside of his right bicep, large tattoo on his right side that's a cover up for a burn scar, other scattered small tattoos
piercings. left eyebrow piercing, both ears pierced but he only wears it on his left side
positive traits. confident, optimistic, enthusiastic, adventerous, charming, loyal, empathetic, spontaneous
negative traits. arrogant, impatient, jealous, cocky
likes. stimulants, trying new things, partying, smiling
dislike. being pushed to the side/having someone else be more important than him
fears & phobias. of being deprived, painful events
wishes & dreams. to be fully satisfied
mbti. ESFP - The Entertainer
moral alignment. neutral good
enneagram type. type 7 - the enthusiast
biography.
felix james catton is born three minutes before venetia catton, starting off the relationship as her protector strong. they'll live their lives mostly together in the beginning, until they're each sent to different boarding schools during the year. it's a good thing for them: it means there's much to catch up on over breaks lounging at the pool or giggling in the maze.
saltburn becomes their base; the sanctuary that they didn't know they needed after being sent out into the wilderness. for felix, the wilderness still feels good, and being home can be downright boring. for vee. . . well felix isn't sure why her decision becomes to stay home when it is, but it makes felix surely grateful that farleigh started at boarding school and he has another out in the world to celebrate all it has to offer. not that farleigh seems to manage to stay in one place long enough to gain multiple stories: just enough to get him kicked to the curb.
it's because of this that felix learns at oxford how important it is to find a friend. in the midst of attracting a friend group, he always seems to need that one person who he can rely on no matter what. first year's mate was a boy by the name of william. william was kind, considerate, and all things you might think you need in a mate. . . and then they got to saltburn for the summer. silly felix should have learned his lesson when william couldn't make it through two weeks there before running off back home to the boondocks, never to be seen at oxford again.
the next year was edward. now. . . edward had a real chance. he was less kind ( for the best ) and more rough around the edges. he'd also never seen the likes of saltburn, but none really had, had they? see edward's problem was. . . vee caught his eye. so soon. so quick. and edward wanted to spend all of his time with the gem that she is, it left very little time for late night talks with felix.
he lasted a little longer, but as usual both twins eventually were ready to toss him out. together.
and then? along came ollie.
the story is as old as time. boy sees boy. boy obsesses over boy. boy gives boy a flat tire on his bike so that boy can talk to boy. felix never saw any of it coming. it's not in felix's way to look for the thoughts behind someone's actions, so how could he ever assume such malintent?
but ollie does the worst thing anyone could do. he lies. and lying? is simply unforgivable. attempted murder is . . . also pretty unforgivable.
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the way in which felix lives is very verse dependent, but generally boy got some good spite in him. they can't prove what oliver did because he gets rid of the evidence. most of the time felix will eventually get a restraining order for ollie and just try to move on.
in my verses with @bloodrancold, ollie does NOT lie about his parents. one verse he just never says anything about them, and felix tries to fill in the gaps incorrectly. in the other ollie is completely telling the truth and the tables turn on felix to try to make amends for humiliating ollie. jo and i have talked about this EXTENSIVELY and for that jo's ollie is the only ollie i feel comfortable writing with right now. jo gets that i can't wrap my head around the canon we were presented AND cattonquick happening in the same universe lol.
my DEFAULT verse will be felix post oxford living in london in a shared flat with vee and farleigh. he lives with his trauma and is trying to figure out how to come out to his parents / has just come out and is learning how to live life as an openly gay man. he still has all of the problems one would expect of a white rich man in the queer scene!!!! just because we love him and he's a doll doesn't mean he isn't going to fuck up tremendously. it can't always be on farleigh to tell him that his white boy is showing: one day he's going to have to either realize he's being the worst and change or not. he's not there yet!
#꧁༺ 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 ༻꧂ about .#꧁༺ 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 ༻꧂ headcanons .#ok i did it i wrote a bio#now i can post my promo and WRITE
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TL;DR i got a spotify recommendation for podcast about """""Toltec philosophy""""" sponsored by a huge pawnshop chain, IMMEDIATELY smelled bullshit and clocked a full on made-up-yoga cult for wealthy whitexicans within minutes.
Okay so first off the Toltecs may have been one of the most influential cultures in Mesoamerica or... not a thing at all lol
youtube
100+ episodes… no names or faces, only the pawnshop folks' icon and 'TOLTECA NATION'?
Like. Listen. A moneylending chain with 400 locations in this country HAS TO be a mafia and integrated into narco-govt cartels in order to exist.
And then on their website there is this!!!
WE ARE ALL QUETZALCOATL
At Fundación Dondé we are convinced that the greatness of Mexico is in its Civilization Legacy of more than 8,000 years; We proudly exalt this Legacy and we aim to share it so that more and more Mexicans know it and feel proud of who they are.
The history of Mexico is much bigger than what they taught us; Toltec Nation is an educational initiative to rescue the Toltec legacy of Anahuac (Territory of which Mexico is now a part) and to publicize the foundations and principles of Toltequity as a philosophy of life, as well as to propose a feasible response to contemporary challenges.
TOLTEC NATION
EDUCATION AND ACTION
From this wisdom of ours, we seek to move to support our communities, keep their traditions alive, recognize their languages (68 today spoken in Mexico!), know-how, the environment, and reconnect with a more conscious Mexico.
Our field of action is comprehensive, in addition to spreading the story, we rescue an ancient physical practice based on the Toltec positions of power called KINAM. To start practicing visit Agoralucis.
the alleged 'tOlTeCa nAtIoN' is just... their own org?? Like a subdivision of the pawnshop corp? Sure smells like some whitexican / corpxican self legitimising HorseShit & not an organic endeavour by indigenous ppl. And now they mention a new agey cult sounding name w/ no added context, just, like, "look em up if you really wanna". so I did! lol
Glorious. Really digging the space glitter background on the lady who claims to cure hypertension, DIABETES AND CANCER by just, like, BREATHING RIGHT, DUDE! TRULY TUBULAR
DSLKDJFSSJDKLSFJ
Anyway. the shit we were looking for is right after her in the carousel
Some certified whitexican flavor... anddddd
THERRRRRE WE GO! Give us 400-800 USD to become a Certified Instructor of Totally Real NonYoga (which btw is OLDER THAN YOGA!!!!1!111!)
In, predictably, a huge fuckoff space nestled in one of the peak "Rich Pieceoshit" parts of town, decked out in full "cult chic" blindingly white decor
Or you can get the vacation package! That includes:
"3 days and 2 nights of lodging. Food, drinks and snacks, 2 temazcales, cocoa ceremony, 1 practice of KINAM daily, meditations, breathing techniques, NAHUALIC TECHNIQUES, talk about toltequity and dance five elements"
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Eventually, I hit the motherlode, a blog with glorious "2000s lunatic" aesthetic and deranged contents to match
I MEAN......
The title goes: "WIZARDS TURN BACK TIME - TOLTECA SCHOOL"
The stuff in the caption is "The wizards' secret is that they know time can be manipulated. For example IT IS POSSIBLE TO REVERT THE EUROPEAN INVASION OF AMERICA."
I SURE FUCKING WISH IT WAS, JULIO, BUDDY!!! MAYBE THAT WAY YOU & THE SHIT YOU PEDDLE COULD'VE BEEN AVERTED 💀💀💀
There's also a video of a talk the guy gave at the fancy schmancy yoga place, but he apparently usually does events along... Crunchier lines, graphic design and location-wise:
The events apparently emphasise the PROPHETIC ASPECTS of sacred maya & nahuatl literature 💀 and the "CEACM", the "Center for Archaeoastronomic and Calendaric Studies of Mesoamerica", is populated by Grifters Galore alongside our deranged friend Julio
"SCIENTIFIC ADVISER" SURE 💀
And finally... a post where he rages against the horrible terrible no-good "ONLY FAKE RETIRED EX-NAHUAL" who exposed their bullshit:
"At this web address, the only retired fake nagual that exists in Mexico makes a series of malicious, defamatory and insulting comments about me and some friends, especially Master Frank Díaz. The title says it all: "a sect destroyed". The funny thing is that there has never been a kinam sect, so you can't destroy something that doesn't exist. This leads me to consider that being the product of the sick imagination of this guy, he really IS the creator. So then you could believe that now it is "destroyed". A creator can destroy his work as many times as he wants."
the giiiirls arrrrrre FIGHTINNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!
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So we have a happyish ending: this shit is sooo fucking shameless and out in the open that there is already a pretty great, comprehensive site exposing it. It looks like they're only parting goofy ass whitexicans incapable of googling with their money, so not as bad as it could be.
The site is here ( https://kinam.org/ ) and it's SUCH a gem lmao:
TITLE: Kinam: Chronicle of a Destroyed Sect
MENU: (including this bc it's hilarious trust me)
Start
The Impossible Toltec Yoga
Consequences
Contact
The other Kinam
FAQ
Faith of Facts
New Fire
Gallery
Loud and rude 😹😭
Legal
Links
GALACTIC MAYANS
More about
Summary
Sustained Reaction – Funny Interview
Sustained Thread
Notice of Privacy
"Summary 2017 : Julio Diana, a Uruguayan, tried to sell courses to a circle of friends with a good economic level, but when he was rejected, he and his partner Frank Diaz created the KINAM sect. This sect affirms that the world has been under an extraterrestrial attack led by Tezcatlipoca for two million years. The sect also speaks of spiritual dimensions, that the Olmecs are Toltecs and Julio Diana claims to be the current exponent of another sect called Linaje1723 founded 5000 years ago. The KINAM sect has been destroyed, but its founders still try to promote their vacillates using aliases."
It goes on a little bit and includes links to proof & shit...
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TRULY I feel invigorated, amused, entertained beyond measure. I fucking love rabbit holes into silly cults, especially when nobody dies (that I know of? also this whole post is like. Allegedly™, In Minecraft™, none of this happened for real 😊).
i'm....................... need a drink after this lol
#viitalks#LONG ASS POST warning#like... i want a podcast about THIS SHIT#not the cringefail ad for the cult's expensive ass certifications & courses & vacations & shit#lindo y jodido#ñposting
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