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miki-snake · 4 years

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📖: freesias are all what you can think of, so much it feels like they’re taking your breath away and crushing your lungs ⭕️: angst, unrequited love, hanahaki disease, mentions of possible death 🔍: 5.2k+

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A/N: It didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to be but well,,, hope you can still enjoy it and thanks to @igenll and @drabblily for giving me feedback on my work, ily two!

Hanahaki disease is a fictional disease, where flowers are growing inside of your lungs. Starting with coughing up petals and flowers until eventually the flower is blocking all of your airways and you die.

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“Alright, let’s meet up today. I gotta tell you some great news!”

You remembered his words as you sat down on the ground, blooming freesias adorning the stretched out field. The infinite blue sky was drowned in streaks of orangey-reds, like clouds dipped into the image of dusk and hung up on earth’s ceiling, leaving them open to dry. It was a picture out of a fairy tale, the scene so serene it felt like you were trapped inside a painting. You had to think about him, Terushima Yuuji, the colorful accents of the landscape reminding you of him. Freesias, his favorite kind of flowers, were holding the meaning of energy and being energetic. Just like him.

He was like the flicking neon lights on the late night streets, the lightning thundering down on the sea, the adrenaline rushing through the veins and the sunlight strays shining through the blinds of your room.

It was always fun to be around Yuuji, seeing him smile and grow into someone he could be proud of. You knew him since you changed to his middle school and up until now you two were like the sun and the moon. Inseparable and completing each other but opposites nonetheless.

He was the light that helped people to grow, the warmth of a sunny evening that would touch the hearts of the ones around him, while you were always swaying between flood and tide, shining only on the ones who couldn’t sleep at night.

Watching him was blinding you, though you couldn’t look away. He was always in the spotlight, not that it was his intention but people were naturally drawn to his outgoing personality and comedic behavior, like moths to the light. He was loud, wild and carefree but it was the silent nights you enjoyed the most.

It was just him lying in the field of freesias, while you made flower crowns out of them, placing them on his disheveled hair as he smiled up at you like he just won a prize. Sometimes he would braid your hair with the flowers inside of them, telling you how it looked good on you and that he wanted to do that more often. It was sure that when the sun goes down, the moon would grace the sky but when you looked at him like that, under the starry lights, it was like the sunlit day and the moonlit night would merge with each other, creating the impossible paradise you two found. Just like the others you were naturally drawn to him like gravity and there was no way you could turn around and leave him. So, you just kept him company until you were sure that he would leave you.

Your feelings for Yuuji ran deeper than any roots of a million years old trees, they were stronger than any natural force in the universe and they weighed heavier on you than any stone you could find on earth.

At first it was a light feeling of a crush, just like a summer breeze making you feel a little lighter when you were around him. Slowly, it turned into something you couldn’t name, it was more than a crush but surely you wouldn’t call it love just yet. It was a tingling feeling in your gut every time he looked at you and a prickling sensation on your skin where he left his touches. Though you were aware of your emotions and the way your thoughts on him shifted, you weren’t ready to approach him as more than a friend.

It was no secret that Yuuji had a great fan base of girls and occasionally boys. He was popular among young and old alike. While you waited and watched how person after person confessed their feelings to him, your inability to own up to your feelings made it harder for you to speak up. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a turmoil of clashing thoughts that crushed you into the ground, making you feel like it was getting harder to breathe.

It felt like he was moving further away and you could only stop him by screaming his name. Of course you two still talked to each other and you acted like everything was totally fine, even though it was quite the opposite of it. As hard as you tried to call out to him, every time you opened your mouth you just started to cough. Those uncontrollable attacks grew more frequent, especially when you were alone with your thoughts.

The first time you realized that something was definitely wrong was during another one of those coughing attacks and you felt how something fell out of your mouth and into your hand. Opening the fist of yours, you could see something small, something in the color of red but it wasn’t blood, it was something that looked just like a flower petal.

The thought alone was scaring you, how did that even come out of you, no chance a plant would grow inside of your body. At first though, you didn’t want to visit the doctor and chose to take normal medicine to treat your sore throat. The attacks kept coming and going but in front of others you could normally hold yourself back, sometimes you still found one or two petals falling to your feet but never once did you make a doctor’s appointment.

Until on that one particular day.

It was on the weekend, the day just started for you and you already got a phone call from the boy that was haunting your dreams and occupied your mind. He was talking about how the two of you should definitely go to the fields again and he had some exciting news for you to hear.

To be honest, you couldn’t stop the fast beating of your heart, the moment he told you that he had something to tell you. Something inside of you wanted to believe that maybe it would be a proclamation of love at your favorite spot. Of course you agreed to meet up with him and somehow it felt a little easier for you to breathe. Like those "imaginary" branches inside your lungs finally made some space for fresh air to rush in.

Arriving at the agreed time you could already see his figure standing there, hands shoved inside the pockets of the red jacket he always wore. He looked like the same Yuuji as always, he looked like your Yuuji and as he turned around you could see how his face broke out into a bright smile. Instantly a wave of contentment rushed through your body, it was nearly silly that he could make you feel like that. How just one smile, no, just the look of him made your heart beat in the rhythm of your favorite song, your lips lift up into a real smile and your skin prickled in anticipation, feeling every passing gust of wind.

It was bordering on crazy how far you fell for him and that your love was engulfing all of you that you couldn’t even move anymore. Still, you moved forward, ready to fall all over again.

Right when you reached the top he took your arm and pulled you with him, both of you falling into the sea of blooming dreams.

Landing on the ground you could hear the loud and melodic laugh of your friend, obviously enjoying the little stunt you two just performed. You turned your head to the side to catch a glimpse of his face and he took your breath away. He just laid there, eyes closed and laughter tumbling out of his mouth. He looked so genuinely happy it felt like flowers were blooming inside of your chest, the butterflies residing in your stomach flying around.

He caught his breath again and turned to also look at you. Your eyes met and you could gaze into his almond looking eyes, drowning in the comfort he radiated.

Right then and there you wished you’d had the ability to just put the time on hold. You wanted to watch him smile at you like that for the rest of your life, wishing for this moment to never die, a part of you didn't even care anymore if he loved you back. Every fiber of your body just wanted to be by his side, no matter what he thought of you. Still, you couldn’t deny the yearning inside your heart, like a flower that tried to reach out for the sunlight.

Suddenly he sat up, taking your hands into his to pull you up and looked you straight in the eyes. “Alright, I wanted to tell you something important, so could you hear me out?”, he asked you, excitement evident in his voice. Seeing him so earnest made you shudder and you couldn’t trust your voice, so you just nodded your head. “Great! Actually you’re the first person I’m telling it and yeah… wow somehow I’m nervous.”, he chuckled and the fact that he was nervous directly transferred over to you, making you feel even more jiddy. “Okay, I guess I’ll just tell you. I ehm.. I have a girlfriend! I think you might even know her, she went to the same high school…”, the rest of what he was telling you was drowned out by your roaring thoughts.

Terushima Yuuji. The Terushima Yuuji, your best friend, had a girlfriend? How did that happen? You wished you could listen to what he was saying but no matter how hard you tried to, your mind just slipped elsewhere. The news came crashing down on you, like standing underneath an ice cold waterfall. Honestly, if you’d stand underneath one in that moment, you’d want to drown in it. You fell hard and you fell all over again but you also fell into nowhere, no one ready to catch you. The part in you that hoped to hear a confession from him withered away, petal after petal falling into the pit where the shards of your heart can be found. Well, you did hear a confession, even a confession of love, just not for you.

It felt like roses were wrapped around your bleeding heart, their thorns piercing through it.

You had truly lost him to someone in the past and now there was no way for you to make him hear your voice again. It wasn’t disappointment you felt, it wasn’t anger you felt and it wasn’t sadness. It was a tight feeling in your throat, you felt like you would choke on all the emotions that went through you. You felt restricted and you lifted your hands to your chest, pressing against it to try and relieve the pain you felt.

All your pent up emotions were exploding inside of your ribcage, threatening to rise up your throat, so you only had the choice to either spit them out or to choke on them. You couldn’t hold back the cough, something blocking your throat and you desperately tried to get some air in your lungs. Fear was consuming your mind as it was getting harder and harder for you to control yourself. One of your hands clasped against your mouth because you already feared the sight of colorful petals rushing out of you. You wanted to understand what was going on but you weren’t able to grasp a coherent thought, your body shaking uncontrollably.

The feeling of two hands on your shoulders brought you back to reality and you tried to look at the person holding you. Your sight was blurry due to the tears in your eyes, the pain of barely getting enough air and the ache in your throat causing you to tear up. “Y/n, what’s happening?”, Terushima pulled you up until you were standing, or rather leaning into him.

“Please, do you need water? You have to try and tell me something.”, he panicked and moved you with him downhill. “If you don’t stop we need to get help. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”, abruptly you stood still and shook your head no. It couldn’t be that severe that you really needed to go to the hospital. It’ll probably pass soon, just like always. You wanted to tell him that but you still struggled with stopping your attack. It was never this strong before and you didn’t know why it was now all of the sudden. “Y/n it’s not getting better, I don’t care if you don’t want to go, I’m just gonna pick you up.”, he threatened you and in an instant you felt your feet being lifted off of the ground. He was holding you bridal style and ran towards his car, while you just tried to stay conscious.

I’m sorry but my friend needs help please, she’s been coughing all the time and it didn’t stop for a second!”, you could hear footsteps rushing over to you and a pair of hands guided you through the room. Terushima’s voice rang after you through the hallway, “Wait, I need to go with her!”. His voice sounded so scared and you wanted to turn around, telling him that everything will be fine but you couldn’t. Not only because your body was shaking from all the coughing but also because you knew you couldn’t bear to look at him right now. You heard how a nurse spoke up and tried to calm him down but it wasn’t that easy for you to hear. It was like cotton was pressed against your ears, muffling all the noises around you. Reaching a room, you sat down on a bed and tried to concentrate on what the doctor was talking about to the nurse. It was all in a blurr, your senses slowly shutting down.

The hand that covered your mouth started to lose the strength to stay in place and so a rush of petals came out with your coughs, sinking down and piling up in a mess of your emotions on the white floor. After that you couldn’t really remember much, your mind drifting off into a bitter sweet slumber.

Awoken from a loud beeping sound, your eyes tried to open but the bright light behind your eyelids made it nearly impossible. “Oh, so you're awake.”, a female voice rang in your ear as you turned your head to the side and forced one of your eyes to open up. A woman, probably a nurse, stood next to your bed working on the machine you were apparently plugged to. Trying to push yourself up into a sitting position you heard the nurse talk to you again. “Wait, take it easy. I’m gonna go and get the doctor, so he can explain the situation to you but I need you to stay put alright?”, she exclaimed and before you could reply in any way she turned around and rushed out of the door.

Now you remember, you were in the hospital. Looking over to the spot where the mess of flowers should be, you could see it all gone. Right, somehow your body produced flowers and they were probably the reasons why you had a hard time breathing. At least you were brought into the hospital on time before you choked to death.

Realization hit you like a road truck and you nearly fell from the bed. Terushima brought you to the hospital. He brought you here because you two met up. And you two met up because he had to tell you something important to him. He had a girlfriend.

The twing inside of you came back, the memories of his words rushed into your mind. It was so ridiculous how you got the worst attack with the hardest pain right in the moment he told you he had someone else he loved. It felt like life was looking down on you, cruelly laughing and testing how far a human heart can bend until it would snap in two.

You remembered how the pain bored deep into your bones and how moving and breathing was near impossible. Even though you should probably be concerned about your own health, the hurt of Terushima’s confession slightly overshadowed the uneasiness you felt towards the whole situation.

Terushima Yuuji had a girlfriend and it wasn’t you. His love would shine on someone else so they could bloom under his light and his warmth would bring someone else the comfort of home. He wouldn’t be your Yuuji anymore, he never was. Now, he was just Terushima a good friend of yours, well, more likely your best friend but the thought of being so close to him and not being as close as you wished to be, hurt you too much. People could call you a bad friend but you wouldn’t care because after you leave this building, you need time for yourself to heal.

The sun would go down instead of rising for you and sure, it might have been stupid of you to try and reach the sun, when you were nothing more than the moon. Not to be compared with Icarus, who flew too close to the sun and fell down into the sea in which he drowned. No, you weren’t even close enough anymore to feel the heat of the sun. It was only natural for you to not get close to him because when the sun rises the moon would go down and when it was time for the moon to shine, the sun would move to the other side.

You swam so deep in the sea of thoughts that you nearly missed the pair of footsteps passing through the door. Your eyes followed the noise and you could see the nurse from before but this time a doctor accompanied her.

They didn’t beat around the bush too much, introduced them, asked you how you were feeling and then they dropped the bomb. Apparently, you suffered from a disease called “Hanahaki”, which was a pretty rare disease and affected your respiratory system. More specifically it meant that a flower was growing inside of your lungs and it would eventually lead to the point where the plant would hinder you from breathing or even making it impossible for you to breathe. To say you were confused was an understatement. You sure weren’t working in the field of medicine but never did you hear of the Hanahaki disease. Well, they did say it was rare but it was still unbelievable. What on earth would cause a flower to grow inside of your lungs.

They showed you an x-ray of your lungs. There you could see it, the flower. And not any flower, no, it was a freesia. You’ve seen it so many times you were one hundred percent sure about it. The doctor must have seen the shocked look inside your eyes and fastly continued with his explanation. You weren’t prepared to hear about your disease but you sure as hell didn’t expect what he was telling you next. The reason behind all of this was nothing more than simply love. Unrequited love to be exact. The moment you heard those words coming out of his mouth, you felt how your heart sank into your stomach.

So, this is what you get for loving too hard. Not only a broken heart but also a deathly disease. Just great.

Moving on he told you about the options you had.

Option 1: going under surgery and getting the flower removed, which would cure you and ultimately lead to you forgetting about the feelings you had for Terushima. Still, another side-effect might be to completely forget the person you loved.

Option 2: die. Simple as that, just dying. The plant would keep growing until it blocked every way for you to breath.

After they told you everything you needed to know, they stepped out of the room, giving you some time to think things through.

If you’d go under the surgery you would be able to be alive and even get to free yourself from the pain you felt due to the unrequited love. You would forget every single ounce of love you harboured for him. Though the risk would be there for you to forget him as a person as well.

Every memory you had would be erased and he wouldn’t be your friend anymore, only a stranger. Is this what they should’ve been from the beginning? Nothing but perfect strangers? Losing him as your possible partner was hard and painful but losing him completely? That was like losing the only possibility for you to catch a glimpse of sunlight. You didn’t want to be stuck in the dark without him. Sure, there was the possibility that you wouldn’t forget him and even if you did, you wouldn’t remember it and so there would be no feelings of a loss, right?

Things could go so easy and you could just move on from the spot you were currently rooted in and though you might not remember it afterwards, you know it right now. You know what you would leave behind, all the hardships you’ve been through together and all the moments you just felt like forever wasn’t too far away. The others might call you stupid for even considering the other option but for you it was just part of loving him.

When you moved on he’d be with someone else but not completely out of reach. If you forget though, he’d be gone out of your life, at least for good. Still, you were sure that even if he’d know that you forgot him, he’d try everything in his possibilities to make you remember. But what if you don’t? Would it break him, knowing you would never remember all of your little adventures again? Would he lose trying?

It wasn’t clear if you could learn to remember again after the loss but from what the doctor’s told you, there weren’t really big chances. Maybe you two would learn to be friends again? You two became great friends once, so why not a second time? Though, it would be even more hurtful if you two wouldn’t become friends again. Could he let you go like that? Could he accept the fact that you two wouldn’t be the same as before? You knew that if he’d be the one to forget, you probably wouldn’t. Even if you’d two be friends again, who would assure you that you wouldn’t fall for this idiot again? Falling too far again and landing right back to the position you were currently in.

There was a knock on the door and as you turned your head towards it, you could see Terushima leaning against the doorframe, his body radiated exhaustion but concern was clear in his eyes. “Hey there, the nurse said I could come and visit you, as long as you would allow it.”, his voice was unusually wavering and all you wanted to do was hug him and assure him that you were okay.

He walked next to the bed and once again took one of your hands into his. “What did the doctor say? Is everything okay now?”, he asked you and the worry in his voice resulted in tears welling up in your eyes, you just couldn’t help it. Here he was, the person you loved with everything you had and also the reason behind your suffering.

How could life be so unfair? Who did you murder or hurt in your past life? How deep did you fall that it had to come this far.

The moment he saw the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, he fell into panic. “Wh-What’s going on y/n? What did they say? I mean if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine, I can call your parents and when they arrive I can leave. Y/n I-”, you efficiently shut him up with your hand covering his mouth. It was already enough that he was so panicked, even though he didn’t know what would happen to you, you didn’t want him to leave now too.

“Don’t leave I-”, you stopped mid sentence but not because you had to cough again, but it was just too hard to tell him. You knew it would devastate him, knowing his best friend could die soon, who wouldn’t be?

“I… they told me that I was sick.”, your voice trailed off and you could see how his eyes were fixed on every word you said and so you lowered your hand back into your lap. “It’s called Hanahaki and is actually quite rare.”, your hands were balled into fists as your eyes wandered down, trying to avoid his blazing gaze. “And how sick?”, you could make out the light tremble in his voice, you knew that he was trying to control himself to not just bombard you with all of his questions. “Well, it’s called the Hanahaki disease and apparently that attacks my respiratory system, my lungs to be more exact.”, you confessed and when you didn’t hear an immediate reaction, your eyes moved up to catch his stunned expression. His eyes were wide open, mouth agape from the shock and his whole body tensed up. His face looked nearly funny to you but you knew there was nothing funny about this situation. He made a move to stand up but he instantly fell back on the bed, hands balled up into fists. He stared on the floor and you could see how he clenched his teeth, jaw locked into place.

“And how did this happen? Can it be cured?”, he asked the question you didn’t have an answer on, well technically you had but it wasn’t that easy. You wanted to tell him that it was something that is the result of normal natural occurrences and not because you loved him. You wanted to tell him that you can be cured but not with the cost of losing him. How can you look at him and tell him that you’ve made the decision to just… let it go.

You didn’t want to cut off your feelings for him, your love rooted so deep inside of your soul. Taking the flower out of your body meant taking a part of you away and denying your love. You might be free from it afterwards and wouldn’t remember what you’d lost but right now you know. You knew what you’d give up on and sure giving up on life might sound totally irresponsible and stupid as the other option but you wanted to live life without regrets.

And you didn’t regret your feelings, no, you never once did. You loved but you loved with everything you had and that was enough for you. Regretting your emotions would mean regretting all of the happy moments he gifted to you.

No, you didn’t regret, you just kept on loving.

You leaned forward until your right hand could get a hold of his chin, turning his face towards yours, so he was looking at you. When your gazes met, you swore a shard of your heart bored into your flesh. He looked so sad, so hopeless, it was hurting you. You wanted to wipe that expression off of his face and turn his lips into a grin, but you knew that whatever truth you were gonna say, it wouldn’t make him smile like he normally would.

“Yuuji, the only way would be surgery, but that might come with some complications and could result in memory loss and that’s not what I want.”, you told him in a hushed voice, trying to keep him calm, even though you knew that the words you just ushered would have the complete opposite effect. He tried to move back but you just grabbed his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. “You don’t want the surgery? Y/n are you crazy?! If it’s attacking your lungs it might lead to your… to your d-”, his voice broke and not only that but you knew that you broke that boy in front of you with your words. He wasn’t even trying to hide the tears that were welling up behind his eyes but you won’t take your words back. You will stand your ground.

“I know, Yuuji. Don’t you think that I know? But I don’t want to go on if I forget you.”, his lips were pressed on each other and tears were now running down his cheeks. Your fingers wanted to wipe them away but you knew you couldn’t do it. You knew you caused it.

“Y/n I thought you were the smart one of us, why would you make such a ridiculous decision. You think that you could throw life away that easily?!”, he was mad and how mad he was but so were you. How could he say that you're doing this so easily? He talked like it didn’t break your heart to make that decision.

“Do you really think that it’s easy for me? You think that it’s fine with me to just pass away and leave all of you behind like that? Well, then you’re really the dumb one!”, you nearly screamed at him. He just stared at you, eyes wide and you could see that he was trying to understand you, he really did.

“Yuuji, it’s nothing but hurting me to make that decision but do you want to move on, knowing you’d forget everyone? I don’t want that okay? I don’t want to live a life that isn’t fully me and start to regret things. Because without you I’m not completely me, do you understand? Actually I don’t expect you to understand and I don’t expect you to accept it ‘cause I know you’re hurting too.”, your voice was wavering, pumped full with all of your raw emotions.

All of this was too much for you and a part of you wished that you could cut off your emotions but that was exactly what you didn’t want to do. You didn’t want to suppress your feelings because every single emotion was meant to be felt. There was shortcut not other way around, no, you just have to own up to them and feel them with everything you have, even if it hurts you. Denying them would be fruitless and end in more misery than happiness, you knew from experience.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you and I really don’t think that you’re making your decisions carelessly. It’s just… I’m afraid you know? But I mean, you must be even more afraid than me so I have no right to judge.”, he lifted his hands so they would clasp around yours, the warmth of his hands seeping into your skin.

“No, you have all the right to. It’s not easy for the both of us, it wouldn’t be easy for anyone. I don’t want you to hold back your feelings just because you don’t want to offend me, that would be selfish.”, you shot him a slight smile, everything you could muster right now.

Right then, you two were in your own world again, when day and night collided. This time though, it wasn’t like the gentle paradise where the sun would kiss the moon goodbye. Instead the cloudless morning sky was teared down like wallpaper, the starless midnight blue shining through the holes in the light.

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Sitting here in the field of freesias you recalled his desperate voice in your mind.

“Wait, there has to be something that we can do right? Please y/n, I don’t want to lose you.”

“But you don’t love me.”

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hattercatsparadise · 4 years

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[Biographical information]

Name:

Emily Hellscales

Age:

Birthday:

August 2

Sign:

Leo

Height:

143 cm / 4′8’’

Appearance:

Unlike her sister, she is the only one who naturally has a more human appearance: With a youthful and childlike appearance that makes her commonly confused as a child thanks to her short stature, Emily has red wavy hair with bangs braided to the right while she is. divided into two strands tied to the sides of the head like two high ponytails attached to the sides of the head, the ends of her hair fall in a gradient from orange to blond, indigo blue eyes and a pale skin.

She has another appearance: a beautiful and majestic dark gray almost black dragon with bone armor like a skull covering the head, long black spines running down its neck, dark blue eyes, some blue patterns from the top of the head to the tail with a flame sky blue crackling and part of the soles of the legs and large wings with indigo blue membranes with three fingers.

Usually she wears the standard Night Raven uniform in addition to the Heartslabyul uniform wearing a detailed white skirt in gold instead of the uniform pants and occasionally wears the Diasomnia uniform when she is in the dormitory founded by the Thorn Witch or when she is being a "lady company "for Malleus. As a casual outfit she wears a set of earrings in the form of yellow bows as well as a kind of black dress clearly too big for her body, with sleeves covering her hands. The dress is detailed with a collar made of silk print in two shades of red, one lighter and one darker with black lace trim and yellow silk ribbons at the edges, while on the sleeves there is a sash of the same fabric as the collar with ruffles made in white silk.

Homeland:

Valley of thorns

[Personal information]

Personality:

Emily is childish and has a tendency to speak using "cute" phrases; including sound effects and meaningless words. To refer to herself, she usually speaks in third person, citing her own name, which makes her look even more adorable. Exclusively in her cute and childlike personality she also has a habit of using abbreviations for the names of her close friends and when she considers them family she repeats the abbreviation.

Despite the appearance of a fragile girl, Emily also has a dark side: A second personality where Emily's cute behavior disappears, and she becomes cynical and more mature. When her personalities alternate, her voice decays to that of an adult woman. This personality is also outspoken and occasionally rude to people, including adults.

Likes:

Dedicate herself to loved ones, always be active in some activity or project, fencing, hiking, horseback riding, playing the clarinet.

Dislike:

That someone does harm or threatens loved ones, hypocrisy, falsehood, people who devalue their relationships are family, love or friendships, very noisy places.

Hobbies:

Cook

Biography:

Emily is a hybrid resulting from a union between her mother, a dragon from the dead and a cupid who was her mother's second relationship; she lived with her mother and sister born from her mother's first relationship and at the time her younger sister was a newborn, the three of them lived in a hut inside a cave deep in the darkest forests of the Valley of the Thorns. When she was five years old, their home was invaded by experienced and talented dragon exterminators, their mother managed to save them at the cost of her life.

So Mirella with her; moved to the nearest village in order to hide their presence among humans and due to her current situation she was forced to raise Emily alone while learning magic on her own and teaching Emily until both became promising in magic. They lived in the village until Mirella became close friends with Malleus and he took them under his protection.

[Professional information]

Dorm:

Heartslabyul

Year:

First year

Class:

Club:

Pop music

Best subject:

Animal language

[Unique magic]

Crystallized illusion: Creating a crystal powder that converts to mist to manipulate the target and trap it within a world of illusions that take the form of the target's most desired dreams or worst fears for a short period of time.

[Relationships]

Family:

Mirella Hellscales (older sister)

Biological Mother (deceased)

Friends:

Malleus Draconia

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Floyd Leech

Kalim Al-Asim

Ortho Shroud

[Fun facts]

Favorite food:

Apple souffle

Less favorite food:

Asparagus

Talent:

Cooking

Dominant hand:

Lefthanded

Trivia:

A bit like her sister, but being the opposite of this, for a strange reason she is terrible at preparing any confectionery foods that are sweet while she is talented only with salty foods;

She is unaware of her biological father while her biological mother died of dragon exterminators when she was very young;

Emily being a cupid, she is able to see a special aura or mark that shows the soul mate of any being: Fairies, humans, spirits, etc .;

About the habit of using abbreviations of the names of her close friends as part of the family, for example she calls Malleus "Malmal", Lilia as Lilalila and Silver de Silsil;

Emily sees in Malleus the image of an older brother and in Lilia the closest father image she has had in her life;

Just as Emily sees Malleus as a brother, the Diasomnia leader considers Emily and Mirella as sisters.

[Informação Biográfica]

Nome:

Emily Hellscales

Idade:

Aniversário:

Dois de agosto

Signo:

Leão

Altura:

143 cm

Aparência:

Diferente de sua irmã, ela é a única que naturalmente tem uma aparência mais humana: De aparência jovial e infantil que a faz ser comumente confundida com uma criança, Emily tem cabelos ondulados ruivos com franja trançada para a direita enquanto é dividida em duas mexas amarradas nas laterais da cabeça como dois rabos de cavalo alto presos nas laterais da cabeça, as pontas dos cabelos dela caem em um dégradé de laranja ruivo para louro, olhos azuis índigo e uma pele pálida.

Ela possui outra aparência: um belo e majestoso dragão cinza escuro quase negro com uma armadura óssea como um crânio revestindo a cabeça, longos espinhos negros percorrendo seu pescoço, os olhos azuis escuros, alguns padrões azuis do alto da cabeça até a cauda com uma chama azul celeste crepitando e em parte das solas das patas e grandes asas com as membranas azuis índigo com três dedos.

Normalmente ela usa o uniforme padrão de Night Raven além do uniforme de Heartslabyul usando uma saia branca detalhada em dourado no lugar da calça do uniforme e ocasionalmente veste o uniforme de Diasomnia quando está no dormitório fundado pela Bruxa dos Espinhos ou quando está sendo uma "dama de companhia" para Malleus. Como roupa casual ela usa um conjunto de brincos em forma de laços amarelos além de uma espécie de vestido negro claramente grande demais para seu corpo, com mangas cobrindo as mãos. O vestido é detalhado com gola formada por ceda em estampa de rosas em dois tons de vermelho sendo um mais claro e um mais escuro com acabamentos de renda negra e fitas de seda amarela nas bordas enquanto nas mangas há uma faixa do mesmo tecido da gola com babados feitos em seda branca.

Terra Natal:

Vale dos espinhos

[Informação pessoal]

Personalidade:

Emily é infantil e tem uma tendência de falar usando frases "fofas"; incluindo efeitos sonoros e palavras sem sentido. Para referir-se a se mesma, ela costuma falar em terceira pessoa citando o prórpio nome o que a deixa com uma aparência ainda mais adorável. Exclusivamente em sua personalidade fofa e infantil ela também tem o hábito de usar abreviações dos nomes de seus amigos íntimos e quando ela os considera da família ela repete a abreviação.

Apesar da aparecia de uma garota frágil, Emily também possui um lado sombrio: Uma segunda personalidade onde o comportamento fofo de Emily desaparece, e ela se torna cínica e mais madura. Quando as personalidades dela se alternam sua voz decai para o tom de voz de uma mulher adulta. Essa personalidade também é franca e ocasionalmente rude com pessoas, incluindo adultos.

Gosta:

Dedicar-se aos entes queridos, estar sempre ativa em alguma atividade ou projeto, esgrima, caminhadas, hipismo, tocar clarinete.

Desgosta:

Que alguém faça mal ou ameace entes queridos, hipocrisia, falsidade, pessoas que desvalorizam suas relações sejam familiares, amorosas ou amizades, locais muito barulhentos.

Hobbies:

Cozinhar

Biografia:

Emily é uma híbrida resultante de uma união entre sua mãe, um dragão provindo do mundo dos mortos e de um cupido que fora o segundo relacionamento de sua mãe; ela vivia com sua mãe e com sua irmã nascida do primeiro relacionamento de sua mãe e na época sua irmã mais nova era recém-nascida, as três viviam em uma cabana dentro de caverna nas profundezas das florestas mais sombrias do Vale dos Espinhos. Quando ela completou cinco anos de idade, o lar delas foi invadido por exterminadores de dragões experientes e talentosos, a mãe das duas conseguiu salvá-las a custo de sua vida.

Então Mirella com ela; se mudaram para o vilarejo mais próximo para poder ocultar suas presenças entre humanos e pela sua atual situação ela foi obrigada a criar sozinha Emily ao mesmo tempo que aprendia magia por conta própria e ensinando Emily até que ambas se tornando promissoras em magia. Elas viveram no vilarejo até que Mirella se tornou amiga íntima de Malleus e este as levou sob sua proteção.

[Informação profissional]

Dormitório:

Heartslabyul

Ano:

Primeiro ano

Classe:

Clube:

Música Pop

Melhor assunto:

Linguagem animal

[Magia única]

Ilusão cristalizada: Criando um pó de cristal que se converte em névoa para manipular o alvo e prendê-lo dentro de um mundo de ilusões que tomam a forma dos sonhos mais desejados ou os piores medos do alvo por um curto período de tempo.

[Relacionamentos]

Família:

Mirella Hellscales (Irmã mais velha)

Mãe Biológica (falecida)

Amigos:

Malleus Draconia

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Floyd Leech

Kalim Al-Asim

Ortho Shroud

[Fatos divertidos]

Comida favorita:

Suflê de maçã

Comida menos favorita:

Aspargos

Talento:

Culinária

Mão dominante:

Canhota

Trivia:

Um tanto como sua irmã, mas sendo o oposto desta, por um estranho motivo ela é péssima no preparo de qualquer alimento de confeitaria que sejam doces enquanto é talentosa apenas com alimentos salgados;

Ela desconhece o pai biológico enquanto sua mãe biológica faleceu por causa de exterminadores de dragão quando ainda era muito jovem;

Emily por ser em aparte cupido, ela é capaz de ver uma aura especial ou marca que mostra a alma gêmea de qualquer ser: Fadas, humanos, espíritos, etc;

Sobre o habito de usar abreviações dos nomes de seus amigos íntimos como parte d família, por exemplo ela chama Malleus de “Malmal”, Lilia de Lilalila e Silver de Silsil;

Emily vê em Malleus a imagem de irmão mais velho e em Lilia a imagem paternal mais próxima que ela teve em sua vida;

Da mesma forma que Emily vê Malleus como irmão, o líder de Diasomnia considera Emily e Mirella como irmãs.

[Información biográfica]

Nombre:

Emily Hellscales

Años:

dieciséis

Cumpleaños:

Dos de agosto

Signo Astrológico:

León

Altura:

143 cm

Apariencia:

A diferencia de su hermana, ella es la única que naturalmente tiene una apariencia más humana: con una apariencia juvenil e infantil que la confunde comúnmente como niña gracias a su baja estatura, Emily tiene el pelo rojo ondulado con flequillo trenzado a la derecha mientras está dividida en dos mechones atados a los lados de la cabeza como dos coletas altas unidas a los lados de la cabeza, las puntas de su cabello caen en un gradiente de anaranjado a rubio, ojos azul índigo y una piel pálida.

Ella tiene otra apariencia: un hermoso y majestuoso dragón casi negro gris oscuro con una armadura de hueso como una calavera que cubre la cabeza, largas espinas negras que le bajan por el cuello, ojos azul oscuro, algunos patrones azules desde la parte superior de la cabeza hasta la cola con una llama crepitante azul cielo y parte de las plantas de las piernas y grandes alas con membranas azul índigo con tres dedos.

Por lo general, ella usa el uniforme estándar de Night Raven además del uniforme Heartslabyul con una falda blanca detallada en oro en lugar de los pantalones del uniforme y ocasionalmente usa el uniforme Diasomnia cuando está en el dormitorio fundado por Thorn Witch o cuando está siendo una "dama" empresa "para Malleus. Como atuendo informal, usa un conjunto de aretes en forma de lazos amarillos, así como una especie de vestido negro claramente demasiado grande para su cuerpo, con mangas cubriendo sus manos. El vestido se detalla con un collar hecho con estampado de seda en dos tonos de rojo, uno más claro y otro más oscuro con adornos de encaje negro y cintas de seda amarillas en los bordes, mientras que en las mangas hay una faja de la misma tela que el collar con volantes realizados en seda blanca.

Tierra natal:

Valle de espinas

[Información personal]

Personalidad:

Emily es infantil y tiene tendencia a hablar usando frases "lindas"; incluyendo efectos de sonido y palabras sin sentido. Para referirse a sí misma, suele hablar en tercera persona, citando su propio nombre, lo que la hace parecer aún más adorable. Exclusivamente en su linda e infantil personalidad también tiene la costumbre de usar abreviaturas para los nombres de sus amigos cercanos y cuando los considera familiares repite la abreviatura.

A pesar de la apariencia de una niña frágil, Emily también tiene un lado oscuro: una segunda personalidad donde el lindo comportamiento de Emily desaparece, y se vuelve cínica y más madura. Cuando sus personalidades se alternan, su voz decae a la de una mujer adulta. Esta personalidad también es franca y, en ocasiones, grosera con las personas, incluidos los adultos.

Gustos:

Dedicarse a sus seres queridos, esté siempre activo en alguna actividad o proyecto, cercas, caminatas, cabalgatas, tocar el clarinete.

Disgusto:

Que alguien dañe o amenace a sus seres queridos, hipocresía, falsedad, las personas que devalúan sus relaciones son la familia, el amor o las amistades, lugares muy ruidosos.

Aficiones:

cocinar

Biografía:

Emily es un híbrido resultante de una unión entre su madre, un dragón de la muerte y un cupido que fue la segunda relación de su madre; ella vivía con su madre y su hermana nacidas de la primera relación de su madre y cuando su hermana menor era recién nacida, las tres vivían en una choza dentro de una cueva en los bosques más oscuros del Valle de las Espinas. Cuando tenía cinco años, su hogar fue invadido por exterminadores de dragones experimentados y talentosos, su madre logró salvarlos a costa de su vida.

Entonces Mirella con ella; se mudó a la aldea más cercana para ocultar su presencia entre los humanos y, debido a su situación actual, se vio obligada a criar a Emily sola mientras aprendía magia sola y le enseñaba a Emily hasta que ambos se volvieron prometedores en magia. Vivieron en el pueblo hasta que Mirella se hizo amiga íntima de Malleus y él las tomó bajo su protección.

[Información profesional]

Dormitorio:

Heartslabyul

Año:

Primer año

Clase:

Club:

Música pop

Mejor tema:

Lenguaje animal

[Magia única]

Ilusión cristalizada: crear un polvo de cristal que se convierte en niebla para manipular al objetivo y atraparlo dentro de un mundo de ilusiones que toman la forma de los sueños más deseados o los peores miedos del objetivo durante un corto período de tiempo.

[Relaciones]

Familia:

Mirella Hellscales (hermana mayor)

Madre biológica (fallecida)

Amigos:

Malleus Draconia

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Leech Floyd

Kalim Al-Asim

Sudario Ortho

[Hechos graciosos]

Comida favorita:

Soufflé de manzana

Menos comida favorita:

Espárragos

Talento:

Cocinando

Mano dominante:

Zurdo

Trivialidades:

Algo parecido a su hermana, pero al ser lo opuesto a ella, por una extraña razón, Emily es terrible en la preparación de cualquier alimento de confitería que sea dulce, mientras que solo tiene talento con los alimentos salados;

Ella no tiene conocimiento de su padre biológico mientras que su madre biológica murió de exterminadores de dragones cuando era muy joven;

Dejando a un lado a Emily, es capaz de ver un aura o marca especial que muestra el alma gemela de cualquier ser: hadas, humanos, espíritus, etc.

Sobre el hábito de usar abreviaturas de los nombres de sus amigos cercanos como parte de la familia, por ejemplo, llama a Malleus "Malmal", Lilia de Lilalila y Silver de Silsil;

Emily ve en Malleus la imagen de un hermano mayor y en Lilia la imagen paterna más cercana que ha tenido en su vida;

Así como Emily ve a Malleus como un hermano, el líder de Diasomnia considera a Emily y Mirella como hermanas.

#Emily Hellscales #twisted wonderland #oc

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myncisworld-2point0 · 4 years

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[NOTE: This article is from 2014.]

According to some people, Mark Harmon is best known to his fans as Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs on CBS’s hit drama series NCIS. Those people are wrong, of course, because he’s always going to be Freddy Shoop, a summer school teacher in over his head in 1987’s appropriately-titled Summer School. Harmon turns the ripe, young age of 63 today, and it’s clearer than ever that this man is in possession of a map that leads to the Fountain of Youth, because Harmon ages with grace, am I right, ladies? In fact, while it’s no wonder why this actor was named People’s Sexiest Man Alive in 1986, it is rather shocking that he never received that accolade again, specifically in 1987, when the most important work of his career was released.

The coke-fueled era of the 1980s in Hollywood was filled with more high school movies about slackers and smartasses than anyone actually needed, especially when it came to featuring students who looked like they were older than the teachers. Summer School was always perhaps the most underrated of the decade’s tributes to slackademics (trademark pending) because what it lacked in the typical star power of, say, a John Hughes film, it more than made up for in creating arguably the most creative collection of “teenage” dipshits than any film of the genre. At the same time, it showed that Harmon, who was probably best known at the time for his role as the HIV-positive Dr. Robert Caldwell on St. Elsewhere, had a strong sense of comedy, while also confirming (along with her debut on Cheers that same year) that Kirstie Alley was much, much more than just a really attractive Vulcan.

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Summer School isn’t just some cult classic that people love to mention whenever someone randomly asks, “Hey, whatever happened to Dean Cameron?” It was actually well-received at the box office, earning $36 million in theaters on what I assume was a budget of a few rolls of nickels and someone’s baseball card collection. Critics, however, were a little more mixed on this mindless comedy, as Roger Ebert gave it one-half star out of four, which sounds a lot better than one star out of eight, so you know what? I’ll take it.

Maybe in the movie business we could coin the term vaporfilm, for movies that zip right through our brains without hitting any memory molecules.

“Summer School” is a movie like that, a comedy so listless, leisurely and unspirited that it was an act of the will for me to care about it, even while I was watching it. This movie has no particular reason for being, other than to supply employment for people whose job possibilities will not be enhanced by it. (Via RogerEbert.com)

Here’s a tip for all of you aspiring film critics out there, courtesy of King Ebert – if you’re watching a movie with a title as lazy as Summer School, and the opening of the film features a school’s teachers trying to haul ass after the bell on the last day of the semester so they don’t get suckered into teaching the titular course, get up and walk out. Leave the movie for those of us who love to watch stupid movies and go to the next theater to watch and analyze La Bamba. Perhaps that’s why the fan reviews of Summer School on Netflix seem to be so glowing, as I only found three that were two stars or less. In fact, here’s the worst of them all:

Nothing but trash. Nothing worth seeing. Degenerate teens in bad need of harsh discipline. It’s depressing to think that so many young people actually enjoy this trash. This movie is immediately available from NF while so many more interesting ones languish in the ‘saved’ section, or in ‘short wait’, ‘long wait’, or ‘very long wait’ status. Just one more nail in the coffin of American culture, or lack thereof.

Thank God Armond White weighed in. The majority of people, myself included, fondly remember Summer School for what it is – a fun, stupid movie that was meant to make us laugh, while perhaps also rubbing our noses in the awesomeness of 80s California if we didn’t live there. But I’ll take this analysis one step further by laying out these 10 very important lessons that I took away from Summer School after watching it this morning, in paying tribute to Harmon, a man who was Kevin Costner before Kevin Costner was Kevin Costner.

Always put sunglasses on your dog.

Fact: 100% of movie posters that have dogs wearing sunglasses on them are movies that I’m willing to at least watch. The movie could be called This Dog Dies from Space AIDS, and I’d still be curious to see why that dog is wearing sunglasses.

Always have an escape plan.

When everybody else is hauling ass from the faculty parking lot at the last second, there’s no reason that you shouldn’t already be packed for your trip to Hawaii. I don’t like to point fingers, but Mr. Shoop’s girlfriend is clearly at fault here. All she had to do was pack the car for him, and he could have jumped in and taken off for the airport. Instead, Kim kicked her man while he was down and not only snatched her ticket to Hawaii from the pocket of his rad flowered shirt, but she also told him to drive her to the airport. I don’t mean to offend anyone who is overprotective of fictional characters, but I hope that Kim was eventually fed to the volcano gods.

Also, let’s consider this a lesson within a lesson – would you walk away from your teaching job right now if someone handed you a winning lottery ticket for $50,000? I say no. Just pass all of the morons while you spend the class time reading up on investment opportunities.

Never be afraid to encourage the creativity of your students.

https://youtu.be/-5Pku48YPFo

The true sign of a teacher’s efforts in a classroom is how far the students are willing to go to show others their appreciation of his work. In Shoop’s case, once he resigned because his students were greedy little pricks, those same students objected to a new teacher taking over the class by staging a gruesome and horrifying murder scene, complete with two of the students wielding chainsaws, declaring themselves psychopaths and thus taking credit for the violence. Of course, I can’t stress this enough, no high school students should ever think about trying to recreate this scene today.

On a side note, and I hate to nitpick true artistic masterpieces, if you’re going to have a severed hand pull a dude’s tongue out of his mouth and slap him with it, it’s really important that he not blink. Damn it, people, we need accuracy.

Being a male teacher in California in 1987 was probably terrifying.

https://youtu.be/farC0cWkpvc

Between Summer School and Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise, 1987 was a huge year for Courtney Thorne-Smith. Hell, both movies came out in the same week in July, when she was just 19 years old and poised to become the next big things in terms of girls that all teen boys wanted to marry. Unfortunately, her movie career never really panned out, as the last live action role she had on the big screen was as Natalie in the Carrot Top hot fart Chairman of the Board. Her TV career was obviously a lot better, but that’s neither here nor there. Having her play a lovelorn surf goddess crushing on Shoop probably lured a lot of guys to the teaching profession, only to have them learn the hard way that prison sucks.

Additionally, there was the foreign exchange student Anna-Maria Mazarelli, who would grow up to win our hearts as Alotta Fagina. Was it standard procedure for foreign exchange students to be shoved into remedial English classes upon arrival? Sure.

It’s important to support fine arts programs.

https://youtu.be/u0kF24ceZMI

When I write about how hilarious it was how Hollywood tried to make us buy that some actors were teenagers when they were clearly at least a decade older, Ken Olandt is really Exhibit A. The guy who played Larry, the sleeping student by day and male stripper by night, was actually 29 when he was portraying a 17-year old, which is pretty hard to pass when very few teenage boys A) look like that and B) are hired to shake their dongs in strip clubs. Still, glaring age gaps and statutory and employment laws aside, it was nice to see that Shoop was so cool about Larry’s awesome after-school job. That is until he was busted by his mom and presumably spent the next decade in therapy.

It’s not lying if the company ripped you off in the first place.

The first time that I ever saw Summer School, I was convinced that the part about writing letters to companies to get free stuff would work every time. I spent a lot of time trying to write letters to the companies that made my favorite toys, so I could convince them that the action figures and especially the vehicles that I couldn’t afford had been broken. But then I realized that I might be called on my BS, and guys in suits might show up to my home demanding to see the broken toys, and then I’d be screwed and sent off to prison for lying. Ultimately, owning Krang’s fortress wasn’t worth a life spent in prison making license plates, which is how TV and movies taught me that license plates were made.

Jail in California looks very scary.

I still don’t know what the guy with the mustache is doing with his hand, but it’s really scary and I don’t want to ever have someone do that to me, so I’ve chosen to lead a life on the straight and narrow. Thank you, Summer School, for teaching us that jail is filled with scary perverts who want to do bad things to shirtless men on roller skates.

No matter the risk, steal your boss’s girlfriend.

https://youtu.be/B7ZTNm5o780

Vice Principal Gills was a pretty big bite in the ass, so we had to cheer for Shoop in pursuit of Robin Bishop, because Shoop was the coolest and his girlfriend had only recently taken off for Hawaii without him. Sure, Robin was kind of stuck up because she questioned the legitimacy of taking students to something as awesome as a petting zoo, which produced adorable moments like this:

And she also wore a denim shirt tucked into a different shade of denim skirt, because it was the 80s, but she had a good heart and she just wanted what was best for all students, even if it meant agreeing to a date with Shoop to get there. Also, Gills looked like a total goober-douche, and there’s no reason he should have been with Robin.

Education can be a compromise.

https://youtu.be/LzdoMQL_jR8

Is Alan Eakien one of the most underrated teen nerds of cinema? I say yes. That kid may have been dumber than rocks compared to his genius brothers, but he negotiated circles around Shoop. In exchange for a slightly-above-half-assed effort from less than half of the original class roster*, Shoop’s couch was set on fire, his goldfish murdered and car wrecked, bookending that whole going to jail for the two D-bags thing. Things could have been considerably worse, too, because Robin could have tried to get him banned from teaching for the rest of his life for allowing a female student to live with him.

But ultimately Shoop sacrificed so much for the sake of helping a few of his students learn some lessons about life, since they didn’t all pass their exams. Is he a good teacher for that or was he just an idiot being taken advantage of by other idiots? Especially idiots who looked like this:

Being an idiot isn’t all that bad, so long as you’re not a total idiot.

https://youtu.be/8fvhchY0UmY

Hey, in the end, some of those kids passed their exams, and the most important of them all was Pam, because that meant she could move on and not try to make it so Shoop returned to jail. This guy went from being just a run-of-the-mill bro’s bro gym teacher to making an impact in the lives of some kids who looked like they were grown adults. Sure, he couldn’t even talk a 17-year old out of stripping, and he allowed some of his students to treat the foreign exchange student like a sex model, but Freddy Shoop probably learned more than anyone.

Also, he totally stole the douchebag Vice Principal’s girlfriend, and Wonder Mutt found Bobby again in the end, so this really was a movie with a beautiful and happy ending.

#Summer School (1987)#Freddy Shoop #Robin Bishop #Mark Harmon #Kirstie Alley

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prxst-n · 4 years

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GENERAL

Name: Preston chao

Age: 26

Place of birth: Northchester, New York

Spoken languages: English, learning ASL, chinese

Sexual orientation: heterosexual

Occupation: security guard at the hotel

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Black

Height: 6′4′’

Scars: Chest after car accident

Tattoos: back of both hands; rose on one and wolf on the other.

FAVOURITE

Color: any of the colors that associate with fall; brownish-reds, deep oranges

Entertainment: watching 80′s movies, cooking, listening to crime podcasts, parties

Pastime: beer pong, movies, flirting, reading

Drink: peach soda and double shot espresso

G E N E R A L -

-To be born under a wealthy man might be a blessing to many but for Preston he’d consider it a curse. He is the product of an affair and lives uncomfortably under the roof of a huge secret.

-His mother had become a young cleaning lady for Bruce Langston; leader and CEO of the economical department in the city of derry. He is a huge deal and any scandal can lead him to lose his position, apparently he didn’t care about that when the man had sex and impregnated Preston’s mother despite having a wife. Once she found out she was pregnant Preston’s mother made absolutely sure that she used that for her advantage and so she became a live in maid, had her life paid for and when it came to her child everything that Preston would need would be taken care of. Even if it meant that Preston would forever be cast into the shadows of the family like an ugly scar.

- This was agreed upon after Bruce’s wife found out and bitterly accepted so her husband would keep his title and money. That was all that the woman cared about after all; not having to give up her rich and lavish lifestyle. But that didn’t mean she was at all accepting of the boy especially when just a few weeks later she became pregnant herself and now there would be two babies under the household that would have to know they were different.

- And the wicked mother she was. She purposely spoiled Preston’s half sibling making sure they had everything. Preston was set for live but they still lived as middle class people so no suspicions were made. Preston always knew he was never going to be treated equally and that was why in his teen years the boy began to rebel in hopes to get caught by his father.

- Bruce hated the fact that Preston was all just a huge thorn in his life. And didn’t exactly treat him all too kindly, even though living in the house was nice Preston was treated just as the secret bastard. Even to his half sibling that was born two years after him they were close.

-it was sad, the only other person preston loved more than anything and they had to act like they didn’t like each other. but it didn’t stop his young sibling from taking care of him and any moment they were able to have together they made sure they had fun. all until they were in public and had to act like they had no relations at all. how hard it was for preston and the sibling to at like they hated each other but it was what was forced upon them.

- This led to a few rebellious streaks in his life growing up, hanging out in the poor sections of town, dealing with boys who were not part of the langston Aesthetic and even getting in a lot of trouble by fighting. This only caused more of a hate for him in the household but as long as he was only seen as the maids boy to the town he got away with it. This family secret was deep. So much so when it came to schooling and his mother’s push that Bruce send Preston to the same schools as his other child, there was a fake scholarship created in the company that Preston was put under. No one suspected a thing and didn’t have to question why the Langston’s were paying for some no-good maid’s son.

- while in school Preston found the life of underground fighting. Getting bets and fighting in a ring with no rules. Due to his size and build he trained and soon became a top competitor. He was getting the spotlight and loved it, plus there was no better way to get a rush and release his anger then fighting in a ring.

PERSONALITY &&. HEADCANONS -

- Being the literal mistake in the chaotic family Preston is a bit of a bitter person. Eye rolling, stubborn, hot headed, and quick to defend himself.

- He’s had no one to stick up for him at home and he learned to do this on his own; he is hated at home and only has been told to never speak of his family ties, even being forced by his half sibling to never speak to him in public. This makes him pushed away. The tall boy in the back of crowds; out of the spotlight. Preston is not allowed to be seen. Not wanted and that affects the way he is motivated to show off his actual skills.

-his mother has been his biggest teacher and he has an everlasting respect for woman because of it. He will find himself too ashamed to ever mistreat a girl in fear of his mother finding out.

-As much as preston respects girls, he really loves to hook up with them too, not that he wont show them a good time but if he finds his chance with someone he takes it.

- If he was allowed he’d want to be in art, he’s been a lover of arts since he was a child and he is very good at it but of course he is far too self contentious on being forced down. Preston isn’t even allowed to use his size to play sports and as a result he sneaks off to other cities to fight at night. It’s not safe and he uses a fake name but people cheer for him. They see him it’s the only time he feels at peace… even if that peace is dangerous, illegal, and leaves him in bruises that lead his mother to worry.

-being an unknown artist he picked up on street painting/graffiti growing up. he has a bansky like lifestyle, painting at night and going by the alias PREZY. so far he’s picked up a big social following only he has never shown his face and doesn’t plan to. he uses his parkour skills to help him find unique spots to paint and display his art. EXAMPLES: HERE and HERE

-part of the lifestyle he picked up on the road was joining a gang. he didn’t want to take it too seriously and part of them understood. mostly just using him as brawn when they would make drug deals or the scary face on one side of the room is anyone were to talk to the boss. he spent a few years in a gang in new york and making sure he never burned bridges he moved on. still... seeing the things he had in that gang has change his views on things. made him even tougher and part of him is proud of that. some guys still keep in contact with preston and will see his fights when they are in town.

- He loves to party; going out and living the life away from that home of his where he is seen as a burden. It’s fun unless his brother is around and the whole time he just gets hard glares to not embarrass him.

- Find him sketching in his books, doodling along the pages or in sketchbooks in the halls of courtyards. Don’t be surprised if you become his muse. He loves drawing people.

- Anger; he’s quick to it no matter how much he doesn’t want to be. He just has been pushed to the side so much that he takes things seriously and any insult will trigger him. Sorry if he fights you, he just finds it easier than anything else. - Aside from being a hot head though he has taken interest in girls and as most boys do tries to test out his flirtatious ways as much as he can. He might not be the best flirt, as he has been told his scowl and serious attitude seems to drive a pretty girl away at times but he still tries.

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microwaved-timmies · 4 years

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Diseased (Stiles Stilinski) - 1. Body Hunting Gone Wrong

Author: @microwaved-timmies

Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Cassie Erikkson (OC)

Word Count: 2593

Warnings: blood, mention of dead bodies, murders

Author’s Note: I originally started this on Wattpad like 3 years ago and just stopped. Now, it’s posted on my wattpad account (where future chapters will be posted first) and I’m just hoping that I get more people to enjoy the character that I created. I think she’s pretty great :) (the amount of work it took to post this on the Tumblr mobile app is unbelievable)

(Wattpad is re-writen)

Description: Description: Being a teenager is hard; all the hormones and drama left a teenager tired and worn out before they even become adults. The life of teenager, Cassie Eriksson was filled with hormones and drama, with the added kick of medications and doctor's visits. Living the life of someone with cystic fibrosis was hard enough on young Cassie, but adding on the added stress of being a teenage girl left her mentally exhausted. But, as she grew up with being told to be strong, Cassie powered through with barely enough wit to spare. With her best friends, Scott and Stiles, she gets through the first year of High School. Only with Stiles' slightly-obsessive crush on Lydia Martin, Scott's obsession with lacrosse, and her own genetic problems. The second year of High School was when it got interesting. With Scott's mystical night in the woods, the incredible rise in murder cases in Beacon Hills, and Cassie's own unknown past shockingly taking the spotlight, Cassie doesn't know what to do. The only thing she does know for certain is that her disease might not be the thing that kills her.

"When I walk in the spot, this is what I see. Everybody stops and they staring at--"

"What are you doing?"

I screamed in terror, turning off the music that was blasting throughout my room, and probably my entire house. I turn to my open window to see my friend, Stiles, trying to climb through my open window, but it seemed to be a strikingly difficult task. His pale arms and legs frailed around as he tried to wiggle through my small window.

That was when I decided to help him. I grabbed his left arm and began to pull him through the window.

"You know, we do have a front door," I told him after the gruelling effort of getting him through the window. "I didn't think the window would be that hard." He replied as he stared at the window in disbelief. We stood in the middle of my bedroom, he dressed and staring at the window and me in my 'Hello Kitty' pyjamas and purple bathrobe.

"Any particular reason why you had the desire to climb through my window, Stiles?"

"Well, I listened in on my--" He started before looking down on my attire for the night. "Why are you wearing pyjamas?" Stiles asked with slight confusion. I felt a slight embarrassment, but that was for the fact that I still owned 'Hello Kitty' pyjamas.

"I don't know Stiles, why would I be wearing sleepwear at night?" My words were laced with sarcasm, as I stared at him as he glared at me.

"Well, sorry 'Little Miss Sarcasm'. Get dressed and meet me outside." Stiles grumbled as he began to make his way back to the window.

"Stiles, Stiles, we do have a door."

***

We had gotten to Scott's house quickly, my house is only a few blocks away; close to the outskirts of town. Stiles had told me on the way there as to why exactly we were waking Scott up in the middle of the night, just a few hours before the first day of sophomore year. Stiles was climbing the roof, hoping to climb into Scott's bedroom.

I heard the sound of creaking footsteps on the wooden deck. I felt my body fill with slight panic as I stood outside in the dead of night. Thorns scraped against my face and neck as I scrambled into the bushes next to the railing. I heard screaming from above, I just hoped one of the screams was Scott. I was not staying in this bush for the night.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" I heard Scott's distinctive voice from above me, I could just imagine Stiles hanging from the rafters, I just wished he wouldn't fall into the bushes with me.

"You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" That was Stiles, his voice was confused, but I would have been to if my friend almost whacked me with a baseball bat. "I thought you were a predator ." Scott blurted. I tried to wrestle my way out of the bush, but my hair and clothes were stuck on the thorns and vines. My backpack, on the other hand, was basically mating with the thing.

I heard rustling a few feet in front of my feet, it stopped after a few seconds. It's just my imagination. Right? Man, I really need to get out of this bush.

"A pre - I - wha - look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police," Stiles said, informing Scott of why we showed up in the middle of the night. I've begun to regret my decision to come along, and I think I'll regret it even more in the morning. "For what?" Scott asked with confusion. We barely get cases that involve the Beacon Department, let alone State Police.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

I heard a thud on the outside of the bush that seemed to love me just a little too much or just my backpack. "A dead body?" Was Scott's stupid reply. I swear, he doesn't think before he speaks. When I get out of here, I'm going to stuff him in this bush.

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." Stiles' words dripped with sarcasm. "You mean like, murdered?" Scott questioned. Whatever was in the bushes with me, began to move again, this time quicker and closer to where I was. I could feel my body fill with slight panic, whatever the thing was, it didn't seem to enjoy my company.

'It's more scared of you than you are of it,' I thought, but even as I chanted it in my head, my body filled with more fright the more the animal moved. It was at my side now, but I couldn't move my head to look in the dark, my hair in so many tangles I couldn't even move my head.

"Cassie, where are you?" Stiles questioned the area around him, not knowing that he should have been checking the vegetation surrounding Scott's house. Come to think of it, it's not that unreasonable that I hid in the bushes; I'm a nature-lover at heart, even though my thumb is not the slightest bit green. My grandmother had gotten me a few plants one time, let's just say their deaths were mysterious.

"Down here!" I shouted, "I'm in the bush!" I heard rustling beside me. "Hurry, I don't think I'm alone down here!" The rustling got louder until a felt something breath near my hand. I felt a hand grab the top of my shoulder, and pull. My body was pulled through the bush, branches and spiderwebs coming in contact with my face.

I think I swallowed a few...

Cold air rushed toward my face the moment my face came out of the bush. I saw both Scott and Stiles standing before me, Stiles with his hand still gripping my shoulder. I walked out of the bush, or at least tried to on my own; I had to grip both Scott and Stiles, so I didn't lose my footing and tumble back into the dark abyss that was the bush.

Once I was fully out of the bush, Stiles' hand came closer to my head, and out of instinct, the top half of my body began to lean to the side. The same thing happened when we were little kids; Stiles' hand got closer to my head and I didn't move. His plan at that time was to steal my hair elastic.

I leaned too much and my entire body became unbalanced, resulting in me laying on my back in the grass. Stiles was too slow to catch himself from falling. Stiles fell and his leg ended up stabbing me in my own leg, with his hands on either side of my face. I felt the burn of my cheeks-they were probably fire truck red by now-Stiles' cheeks were turning from their pale state to pink, to red in a matter of seconds. I could smell his cologne; it had a musky smell to it. It reminded me of the wilderness of the summer camp my Grandmother would send me to every summer.

My face contorted into pain every few seconds. "You had branches in your hair," Stiles whispered to me, he shifted and put more weight on the leg that was stabbing me. My face contorted into pain again, this time with an "ow!" at the end. He immediately moved off of me, as he asked if I was okay. I told him I was fine. It's not like he basically stepped on me.

"Come on, lovebirds. Aren't we going body hunting?" Scott, being the annoying best friend that he is, said as he walked by us to Stiles' jeep.

***

The ride to the reserve was peaceful and relaxing almost, even though Scott had stuck me in the back. Somehow, Scott just couldn't think of sitting in the backseat. It was like he was a king and the front seat was his throne.

I sat in the middle of the backseat and leaned forward to hear whatever they said. I noticed my backpack had twigs and leaves stuck in it; making it look like it had been surviving in the jungle for years. I was surprised it didn't carry a spear or have a beard.

The jeep stopped suddenly, ending in a jolt. We were at the Reserve now, it was pitch black and felt like the place where you would find a dead body, ironic that that was the reason we were here, to begin with.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott questioned, as we set foot into the forest of tall trees and mud. The woods were dark, but even in the pitch darkness, the trees cast shadows over everything. The shadows added a certain element that could be felt in your bones.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles replied to Scott, as we passed trees and bushes.

"Come on, Scott, this is supposed to be fun. If you're going to have your typical party-pooper attitude, why don't you wait in the jeep?" I said as I walked past Scott, bumping his arm as I did. Scott rolled his eyes at my words; he never appreciated my mind-blowing genius.

He's going to regret that if I get killed in these woods. Or by my disease. My disease could definitely kill me at any time. I'd prefer it if it wasn't today.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practise tomorrow," Scott said, choosing to ignore my words. Scott could barely run from one side of the field, let alone catch the ball. But he dreamt big, and I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Yet.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort."

"Your ass must get a great workout."

Scott glared at us, or I'm pretty sure he was. It sounds like something he would do. The dark that wrapped around us like a blanket limited my vision to only a few feet in front of me.

"No," Scott glared at me in the dark. I smiled at him, acting like I didn't just insult his ego. "Because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

I continued to walk behind them; following the flashlight Stiles was holding so I didn't wander into the woods.

Where a murder just happened.

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

I snorted uncontrollably; I could almost feel Scott's annoyance. His glare made me stop my snorting, but I couldn't keep a straight face. We walked for a bit in silence, our shoes crunching over the leaves. "Just out of curiosity," Scott said, "which half of the body are we looking for?"

We kept walking, Stiles a couple of steps in front of Scott and I. "Huh, I didn't even think of that."

"You've got to be kidding me." I sighed in annoyance; of course, Stiles didn't check for finer details.

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't think about."

I stared at Stiles' back in disbelief; but I really shouldn't be, he does this thing all the time. One time, he picked up someone else's backpack (thinking it was mine) and carried it around for 20 minutes, even though I was wearing mine.

"So what your saying is," I started, "we're going to get murdered out here because we stupidly decided to go body hunting.". We were walking up a small hill, Scott beginning to have an asthma attack.

"It's comforting to know that you planned this up with your usual attention to details," Scott said, panting and struggling to breathe. He got his inhaler out as we walked together and Stiles answered with a cheerful, "I know!".

Stiles was up ahead, darting through the trees, the flashlight slowly leaving my sight. Scott and I hurried to catch up. The forest was dark and the leaves were slippery. The raindrops fell on my head and down the back of my sweater, causing me to shiver. Scott panted and wheezed beside me. Stiles was laying on his stomach at the top of the hill, Scott and I dropped down and joined him. Rain dropped on my head and right through the sweater I was wearing. Why did I decide to go body hunting in the woods? At night? In the rain? A murderer on the loose? I should really start asking questions before I do stupid things. Especially with Stiles.

The police officers were in view from where we were. Stiles stumbled up and ran through the trees, leaving Scott and me in the dust.

"Wait!" Scott shouted.

"Stiles, no!" I yelled. Scott and I stumbled up and ran after Stiles. I'm surprised the police didn't hear our dog-like panting. My small structure was a disadvantage when it came to catching up to Stiles. My track experience, however, allowed me to get a couple of feet ahead of Scott. I was nearing Stiles and I watched him fall back on to the wet ground. I slide to a stop on the wet leaves and watched as Stiles was caught by Sheriff Stilinski and a police dog. I caught Scott's hand and pulled him into the trees to hide.

If I come home with the police one more time, I might get killed by grandma.

Scott and I were hiding behind trees as the Sheriff interrogated Stiles. "So where are your usual partners in crime?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as he moved his flashlight in the dark. I sucked in a breath, even though I highly doubt they could hear my breathing.

They'd be more likely to catch Scott due to heavy breathing. The dude sounded like a dog.

"Who, Scott and Cassie? They're both at home... sleeping. They both wanted to get a good night's sleep before the first day of school tomorrow," Stiles started nervously, "there's just me... in the woods..." My nose started to itch and my eyes began to water. No, no, no...

A loud sneeze went through the small clearing we were in. I froze and hoped that maybe, just maybe, it didn't sound like a sneeze. Judging by the look, I mean glare, Scott was sending me, I was not walking out of here without a police officer.

And that I was most likely dead.

"...alone" I heard Stiles finish softly as he too, awaited my fate.

"Cassie, you out there?" Sheriff Stilinski said as flashlights turned in my direction. I knew I had to reveal myself, but maybe if I wait long enough they'll forget. "Cassie, come out,". I walked out from behind my tree into my spotlight.

"Hel--why is it so bright?!" I yelled as I shielded my eyes. It was a spotlight, and it hurt. A lot.

"Well, I'm gonna walk both of you back to your car," Stilinski said, grasping our shoulders, "and you and I are gonna have a discussion about something called violation of privacy." he directed at Stiles.

The walk to the Jeep was silent and awkward. I was hoping that my grandmother wouldn't be involved, that Sheriff Stilinski would let this one slide.

"I'm hoping my grandma can stay out of this one," I suggested.

"No, I am. I have her on speed dial."

"I expected nothing else."

#stiles stilinski #stiles x oc #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf season 1 #lydia martin #allison argent #cute #scott mccall #cassie erikkson #She's so fucking cute #faeries #changling #banshee #werewolves #supernatural #funny #sarcasm

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psychosistr · 5 years

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Friendly Four Concepts

Had a bit of a rough day a little while ago and, to make myself feel better, I started looking through the various designs that people have come up with for the Negaverse versions of Quackerjack, Megavolt, Liquidator, and Bushroot- AKA, the Friendly Four. My favorite versions are the ones by @thefriendlyfour, @kaguyamadoka, and @sandyferal - seriously go check them out, they’re all amazingly talented and creative people!

Unfortunately, I can’t draw like they can, but I like designing outfits and creating characters and writing, so I made some outfits and bios for my own versions of the Friendly Four that I’ll be writing stories for soon. Bios are below the cut, I hope you guys like them.

Megavolt

Appearance: Being inspired by superheroes in comic books, Megavolt decided he wanted to look like the classic hero that anyone could look up to. The lightning bolts and spark-stars on his outfit are reflective, so they catch the light when he uses his powers. The belt around his waist is actually a cable connected to the large battery in the middle that channels power up through a secret port on his back hidden by his cape (The pockets on the back actually hold his back-up batteries for when his main one needs to recharge). He also wears elbow-length gloves that are the same color as his cape with little metal lightning bolt emblems on the back, wrap-around safety glasses to both protect his eyes from the light he constantly puts off during his attacks as well as to serve as a mask, and blue boots that match the trim of his sleeves with metal plates along the bottoms and the toes. He doesn’t wear any hats or anything, but his powers still make his hair frizzy, so he keeps it cut fairly short so it’s more manageable.

History & Personality: Elmo Sputterspark was very intelligent and always loved inventing things, especially machines that would help the world solve energy and fuel cost-related problems. Similar to the regular universe, a bullying accident with one of his machines gave him amazing electricity-based powers. He spent the day testing out his powers to learn what he could do, when, late at night, he heard screaming coming from the area of the school their prom was being held in. He rushed over and found Negaduck there, terrorizing and attacking their classmates. Elmo fought back to protect them, making sure everyone got away safely. From that moment on, he decided that he wanted to be a hero and fight injustice- especially when it came to tyrants and bullies like Negaduck.

He’s very kind and selfless, often putting the comfort and safety of others far above his own, and enjoys talking about his hobbies and studies for long periods of time with people who are willing to listen. He’s also very cautious with how he uses his powers, both because he doesn’t want to risk draining himself too much and because he is always nervous about hurting someone irreparably (happened early in his hero career and scarred him mentally- does not EVER want to do that again). He does still have memory problems, but he tries to compartmentalize everything in his life into “must remember” “should remember” and “okay not to remember” so that he won’t lose the people and things that are most important to him- namely his three partners.

Inspiration: As a kid, I loved playing with plasma balls. I always thought they were a fun way to learn about electricity and loved the colors. So, I thought it’d be cool to give Megavolt an outfit with plasma-inspired colors and lightning bolt accents.

Quackerjack

Appearance: While his costume isn’t as puffy as his regular-world counterpart’s, he makes up for it by being even more colorful! Still following a sort of clown-theme, Quackerjack’s shoes and cowl are the same style, but the shoes are pink like his belt (almost making them look like ballet slippers but darker) with a big golden bell on the top of each shoe and his cowl is yellow on his right side and blue on his left (going opposite the colors of the fabric around his waist) and still has one large bell on the end of each side. The metal baseball bat he carries is his signature weapon (though that blue pouch on his belt also holds an impressive arsenal of toys and gadgets that seems almost bottomless sometimes and he hides things like jump ropes and larger weapons under the fabric around his hips), and is painted in a diamond tessellation of his outfit’s colors all the way around. The heart-shaped piece of metal on the bat’s hilt at first looks like a magnet meant to hold the red tail-ribbon in place, but, when pressed, it activates propulsion-rockets hidden within the bat that give him extra speed and force when swinging it. Also, Quackerjack enjoys sewing and added the toy-patches on the back of his shirt himself to cover up the holes in his costume from a fight, and gladly adds patches to his teammates’ outfits when they need a repair job done.

History & Personality: Jackson Bell, CEO and founder of Quackerjack Toys, was a well-respected businessman and beloved figure to many for years- he was a community activist, ran many notable charities, and even helped establish several orphanages and children’s hospitals using the proceeds from his company. Unfortunately, when Negaduck’s rule began, he was one of the prominent figureheads in the city that openly spoke out against him. To get him out of the way, Negaduck struck a deal with one the toy company’s biggest competitors and the two managed to frame the CEO for a crime he didn’t commit, locking him away for years and dissolving his company. Jack went a bit crazy in prison, constantly trying to find the brighter side of things, even when one wasn’t really there. At one point he entered a prison-penpal program and met a girl he became very close to- they even started living together when Jack was released from prison. His then-girlfriend helped Jack get his life back in order and helped him find his confidence and sanity again, inspiring him to go out and help others like she helped him. Unfortunately, some rather dark facts about his girlfriend came to light and the two broke up, but Jack still holds out hope that one day they can work things out and she can find a way to be a part of his life again alongside his three new partners.

There are two sides to the toy-loving ex-businessman. When he wears his cowl and hero outfit, Quackerjack is a bright and bubbly individual that loves making puns and laughing about all sorts of things. Outside of the costume, though, Jack is a surprisingly mellow guy with an almost monotone speech pattern- he’ll still crack jokes, but they’ll be said with more sarcasm and dead-pan humor that’ll often make people do a double-take to make sure they heard him right. Despite the glaring differences in his personality, at his core Quackerjack is a very compassionate person that wants to help anyone that seems frightened, lonely, sad, or lost (in any sense of the word). He’s very open and vocal about his feelings, often wearing his heart on his sleeve to varying degrees depending on what state of mind he’s in at the moment.

Inspiration: I went to an art school from 6th-12th grade where I was a theater and musical theater major. During that time, I studied Commedia dell'arte, an early form of Italian theater, and learned about the Harlequin clown character. I decided to base Quackerjack’s outfit off of the classical theater clown’s bright color scheme and more stream-lined clothing style.

Bushroot

Appearance: Similar to how his regular-world counterpart fused with a plant, Dr.Reginald Bushroot in this world infused himself with a Solanum carolinense. The viney nature of the plant gave him a slightly different appearance with thorn-covered vine-arms, three slightly-pointed oblong leaves for each hand (two longer ones and one shorter one to act as a thumb), an upper body covered in fine hairs that make his green torso a bit fuzzier, legs made of woven vine-roots that he can disassemble and reassemble at will to help him climb objects, and a purple flower on his head like the plant he fused with (one large petal curls downward and covers half of his face like a long set of bangs, the back two petals stick up parallel to the top of his head, and the middle two are halfway between the two levels of elevation, along with a few smaller yellow petals that stick straight up to cover the top of his head in the middle of the larger petals). The jacket he wears was actually a gift hand-sewn by Quackerjack- the sleeves have extra-thick padding so Bushroot doesn’t accidentally stab anyone with his arms and the flower-patch sewn into the back was meant to be a parody of the flower on his head. Bushroot won’t say it out loud, but he really loves that jacket and refuses to take it off unless absolutely necessary, so he often wears it completely unbuttoned to stay cool unless he’s trying to blend in with a crowd.

History & Personality: Dr.Reginald Bushroot was a brilliant botanist at the local university, always striving to make the next big discovery that would improve the lives of those around him. Living in a town run by Negaduck, however, made conducting his research even harder legally, and he was forced to quit his job at the institute to avoid getting his coworkers fired as well. With nothing else to lose, Bushroot experimented on himself in a fit of self-destructive behavior and ended up as a plant-duck mutant. He excitedly showed the results of his research to his former coworkers, only for them to sell him out to Negaduck to save their own jobs (and lives). Barely escaping Negaduck’s clutches, Bushroot grew bitter towards humanity and decided to live away from everyone in the solitary safe-haven of his greenhouse on the outskirts of town where he could be hidden away in the woods.

At first glance, Bushroot seems like a cynical nihilist that hates being around people in any capacity. After opening up to Quackerjack and Megavolt, though, it turns out that he’s really just lonely and tired of being emotionally trampled on by society just for trying to be a good person. With their encouragement, he decides to try helping humanity again as part of their team, though he still maintains that he doesn’t really care what happens to the world. He’s actually a pretty big tsundere and has trouble admitting that he likes (or loves) anyone/anything in his life, but his actions always speak louder than his words and he shows he cares for his partners in little ways like making flowers grow around their rooms and bugging them to take care of themselves when they’re working too hard.

Influence: I actually live in the Carolina’s, where solanum carolinense (otherwise known as Carolina Horsenettle) grows and thought it would be a cool plant for Bushroot to fuse with. Those weeds are nightmares to deal with: The thorns hurt like heck to grab, even with gloves, but you NEED the gloves because the toxins in the thorns make the wounds hurt worse and can even get them infected if you’re not careful. They’re also very tough to pull out because of their strong roots and, worst of all, they grow fruit that looks JUST LIKE tomatoes. That last part may not sound so bad, but, down here, wild tomatoes can occasionally sprout up and kids and pets love them as snacks, and Carolina Horesenettles are actually members of the DEADLY NIGHTSHADE family, so their fruit can be LETHAL. It’s a pretty but deadly plant and really quite fascinating to study.

Liquidator

Appearance: Bud Flood in the negaverse is quite a bit shyer than his regular-world version, so he actually changes the water around his body to look like he’s wearing clothes to feel more confidant. The outfit is similar to what he wore before his mutation, except back then it was black and white with a long-sleeved white shirt beneath the button-up vest and he had shoes instead of a big puddle at the ends of his legs. He can change the hue of his “clothes” by messing with their chemical composition (like how he can turn water hard or move pollutants around in it). The metal accents such as his buttons and belt buckle are actually small bits of ice that he allows to float in place along his body, but he can quickly melt and dissolve them at a moments notice when his body needs to change and reform them instantly when his body returns to its normal state. Also, the bow around his neck is actually a ruffled cravat tied into a bow and the water ripples along it to make little waves at the ends of the bow’s ties.

History & Personality: Along with Jackson Bell, Buddy Flood was one of the other influential figureheads that opposed Negaduck, though he was far less vocal about it. Still, Buddy cared about peoples’ health and well-being and used proceeds from his company to open non-profit free clinics and hospitals as well as soup kitchens for the poor so people could always have access to fresh water and food when they needed it because, sadly, most of the town’s water sources had become polluted, meaning that many people had trouble finding sustenance that wasn’t pre-packaged/bottled. Negaduck grew irritated at Buddy’s continued meddling in his plans to ruin the city so, to get him out of the way, he called in a fake warning that someone was going to poison his company’s water supply. Buddy went with a few guards and officers to investigate, but, when they saw who it was poisoning the water, they all ran away and left Buddy alone. Negaduck caught him and threw him into the contaminated water in hopes of killing him- he even tied weights to his legs to make sure he’d sink. While he didn’t die and instead became a water-based mutant, the incident left Buddy quite scared to face people directly for a while.

Although he is extremely shy and anxious when dealing with other people, Liquidator swallows down his nerves for the sake of helping others in need. As a sort of coping mechanism, Liquidator goes into “salesman mode” when talking to people he doesn’t know or just when he feels nervous in general- by pretending everything he says is for the sake of pitching a sale to someone, Liquidator feels less nervous and is able to get through a sentence without the stuttering that would normally accompany his words. In a way, his manner of speaking serves as a great indicator for how he feels about other people: If he can talk to you like a normal person then he feels comfortable around you, but if he can talk to you like that AND not stutter at all then you’re probably one of his three partners and he loves you with all his heart.

Influence: I honestly just liked the idea of having Liquidator create his own clothes out of water since he seems to know so much about changing its properties and chemical make-up. I feel like in this world, the flow of his water would go upwards from the base of water at his feet rather than the other way around, which is why his pants are darker than his vest- giving him a reverse waterfall effect.

#friendly four #megavolt #quackerjack #bushroot #liquidator #dwd #darkwing duck

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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So an idea popped in my head...

Sup everyone! I’m gonna take you on a little journey of my practically instant (And wild) head canon on what I would love to see in Volume 7. I’m just gonna say my ideas are still pretty rough but I thought I’d share it before the next episode tears it to shreds. Let the madness begin.

Adam’s fate:

For any of this to really happen we have to start with what could happen to Adam in Vol6. We get an amazing battle with Blake and Yang fighting him where in classic anime fashion the heroes keep yelling at the villain to just give up; Adam doesn’t listen and continues to go into detail about his past a little. (just to peak our interest and gain some sort of emotion from the heroes) Eventually, Adam is knocked out of aura and pinned down waiting for the final blow; they never deliver it. Adam screams at them to finish him off and once again Yang delivers a short little speech about that killing him would only make her more like him; while Blake says once again that he doesn’t have to be this way. For the first time ever those words make him waver; his anger still brightly burning but now that seed of doubt has been planted. The possibility that things actually don’t have to be this way and let go. (For those hating redemption Adam just keep reading.) In a fit of frustration he unexpectedly grabs his sword and slices the bridge they are on; Yang and Blake watch in disbelief as the side he stands on falls(beauty and the beast reference) below into the river as he just looks at them with his will to fight him gone. Blake sees the Adam she once knew as her master get washed away believing that he is dead.

Post credits:

Adam wakes up severely wounded and surprised he is alive. The camera then pans to Cinder and Neo with Cinder telling Adam how she has unfinished business with him.

Now we’re in Vol7

Compliance:

Cinder tells Adam her plan and how he could get revenge not just for his loss, but on the company that branded his face. Adam refuses; not only is he steadily becoming unsure of what he wants to do next but he also knows getting mixed up with her never goes well. Cinder doesn’t take no for an answer. With her maiden powers and Adam in bad shape, he reluctantly agrees knowing it’s his only option besides death. Being forced to do things he doesn’t want to by her again isn’t really doing him any favors mentally; it’s only after Cinder walks off that Neo in her own way leads on about a plan to screw Cinder over. He’s not sure what but in the meantime they will both bide their time; heading to Atlas with Cinder once they are ready.

Arrival:

Ruby and company get to Atlas finally. I’m sure we’ll get insight on then talking to James, Winter, and possibly the rest of Weiss’s family. Eventually one of them is spotted by Watts and he also happens to catch wind of Cinder. He decides to call Salem to ask how to proceed.

Defecting:

Emerald and Mercury are still contemplating Tyrians words and own personal thoughts when Emerald over hears Watts’s message and learns where Cinder is. Still believing that she cares about her, Emerald tries to convince Mercury that they should go to Atlas to help her. Emerald is reminded that they have specific orders not to go after her and how Salem won’t just forgive such an act of defiance so easily. With persistent words Mercury finally caves in and him and Emerald sneak out from Salem’s domain; she soon realizes this and sends Hazel to go fetch them. He is hesitant to go after the kids knowing there would be hell to pay when he returns them. He’s not about to upset Salem again though and heads to Atlas to get them.

Cracks in the foundation:

Neo goes off in Atlas alone for awhile. Cinder doesn’t really care as long as she doesn’t do anything stupid. Neo is going off to find the winter maiden based of the knowledge Cinder has told her. Cinder has no clue about this or the fact Neo is planning on taking her and Ruby out when she gets the power. Adam continues to deal with his internal conflict along with the added pressure of being in Atlas. He begins wrestling over the idea of that maybe this hatred towards everything doesn’t have to be so one tracked. He’s a survivor, an avenger of his own pride. No one is going to control his life again; Adam bides his time for the chance to do things his own way.

Plotting:

It’s basically known all over Atlas Weiss is back and she’s sort of out into a position to attend some sort of gathering to create ease among the public. The villains use this information to form their plans. It’s a perfect time for Watts and Tyrian to kill James at this event; it’s less gaurded then any fortress. Cinder is banking on the rest of the Schnee’s team being around; prime time to single out Ruby. While plotting Emerald and Mercury finally find Cinder. Surprised, Cinder is more than welcome to have people do her dirty work and get back into Salem’s good graces. Emerald doesn’t tell her that Mercury and her basically defected. Neo’s plan just got more complicated.

Party time:

I’d imagine a lot of emotional things have been happening to Weiss in this volume and maybe even some family growth (I really want happy schneeblings) so this party is just a nice way to unwind with her team. Until....

Party crashers:

Cinder and company are first to arrive to spoil the fun. Everyone is surprised she’s alive. Yang and Blake are shocked to see Adam while he himself didn’t really register that he’d ever see them again. No words are exchanged, just silent stares that speak louder than words. “Does this have to happen again? Is this fight not over?” Questions that once only plagued their minds now plague his; questions that will soon have answers. Before any true chaos starts Watts and Tyrian make their entrance; shocked to see Mercury and Emerald. This reaction puzzles Cinder, “how would they not know they came here?” Surly Salem would’ve informed them about their departure. It’s only then Hazel arrives to reveal to everyone that the two have gone rouge.

Lines in the sand:

With the truth out Cinder awaits to hear the meaning of this nonsense. Emerald confesses to her they left for her; that she believes things were better before the fall of Beacon. When they were running things their own way together. Cinder tells the girl off and just before she’s able to blast her, Mercury takes the surprise hit. Cinder starts to make it painfully clear that there was no “together” just steppingstones in her quest for power given by Salem. As she summons her sword to put an end to the madness Adam jumps in to block it. He already had an axe to grind with Cinder, knowing how fast she was to kill such a devoted member to her was all the proof he needed that he’d be a goner if he stayed any longer. Completely over all the betrayal, Cinder unleashes a powerful fire blast; when suddenly the unthinkable happens. Thinking that now is as good as a time as any, Neo freezes the attack. Neo reveals she’s a maiden.

Common Enemy:

Many emotions have now reached their peak through these reveals. With a room filled a grudges everywhere one thing was mentally agreed on. The immediate threat to everyone was team WTCH. Thus begins the real fight for preservation. Even though Cinder hasn’t truly been welcomed back it’s clear to see she is loyal to Salem; and right now that is all that matters.

The Fights:

Hazel finds himself up against against Oscar once again. It is not long before Blake and Yang block his path. Not truly going up against him before though they are surprised by his power. In a twist of fate Adam jumps in to help turn the tides. After Blake takes a bad hit from protecting Oscar, it’s up to Yang and Adam to tackle this beast. Grudges will have to take a back seat if they want to win (maybe he’ll even save her life once just to make things even). Watts vs Weiss, Nora, and Ren; we don’t know much about him but I’d imagine with all the possible gadgets and the chance that a Schnee has screwed over his funding that this could be interesting. Deep in Jaune’s soul he wants a rematch with Cinder but knows that isn’t a good idea (growth) so instead he ends up teaming up with Qrow and Mercury to fight Tyrian. They all have a score to settle with this madman and he’ll enjoy the challenge. Finally, we have Neo and Ruby ready to put Cinder in her place. It doesn’t go good for them though since Ruby isn’t used to her abilities and same goes with Neo; the tide turns though when Emerald snaps out of her shock and is ready to take on Cinder.

Retreat:

These battles were grand and by no means quiet. Ironwood, finally being to call for back up has many troops heading to their location for aid. Team WTCH has no choice but to retreat while the madness of crowds and the crumbling building ensue; with people in despair and even more distrust caused in Atlas as a whole, this will insure anymore moves the general makes will be extremely slow. That alone forwards Salem’s plans nicely; especially if this problem is enough to demote Ironwood.

Team MEAN

With the immediate threat gone Mercury grabs Emerald and tries to leave. Before anyone can stop them an ice wall blocks the way where you can see Neo and Adam on the other side; the four new allies stare back at heroes for a moment. Ruby can tell from Neo that their gonna meet again to settle a score, the look in the others convey different messages though. Emerald and Mercury state at her not with malice exactly but there’s no care either; just acknowledgement that things are different, they are playing by their rules now. Adam once again stare at his two thorn in his sides; this time is different though too. He doesn’t stare at Yang with spite in his eyes or Vengeance for Blake; they just look at each other. The past is behind them; from here on out if they don’t step on his toes then he won’t step in theirs. With these exchange of looks, they vanish before any troops can follow them.

Amongst the chaos: Team RWBY has survived another round with Salem’s people thanks to some unlikely help. With all the struggles Atlas is going through to help where they can. This should be the easy part; little did they know yet this stalemate was actually a loss.

Post Credits:

Team MEAN wonders through the forest trying to make back to airship Mercury and Emerald snuck in with. They wonder what’s next for them now that none of them have any place to go. A unfamiliar voice tells them they aren’t out of luck yet. They look around to to simply see Neo with something....unexpected in her possession. The camera pans up to see her twirling the relic of creation in her hands and shows her chuckle mischievously; curtesy of of the new voice she has created for herself. The battle of good and evil just got a third team in the fray. Only time will tell what side they’ll play for.

That’s it! I’m finished! This took me like hours to come up with but days to write. If you read all of this then you’re a trooper and I look forward to reading your comments. (To think this all happened cause the recent episode was a cliffhanger)

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Like the Dawn - Chapter 5

chapter 5 - waste years with you notes - this chapter is barely edited. also you wont believe it, but i’ve had this mostly written since july !!!! sorry about that LOL Archive Link

Ryan woke for work at 5:30 am after a blissfully dreamless sleep. It hadn't been very long, but it was more replenishing than when he was having nightmares about drowning and fever dreams about the Gods.

He left for work, preparing himself for another busy day. He was new to the company where he worked and didn't know many people there. For the most part, he didn't do much of anything, as it was a starter job. He ran around, got people coffee, filed paperwork, the likes. There were a few people there who he enjoyed, though. A designer named Steven, a chef and video editor named Andrew, and a photographer named Adam. Out of those three Andrew was his favorite. Funny, full of stories, great cook. Adam was cool, too. Soft spoken, but when he did say something it was worth listening to. Steven was the most argumentative of the group, but intriguing. He could talk or debate with the man for quite a while on the right subject. Steven also always offered to help him look his best. Ryan was always tempted to take him up on that.

After his daily work duties were done he found himself some nice corner to work on editing his film into a nice video for his channel. He wrote out in a journal what he was planning to say in his voice over later as he edited. In this segment he would point out some interesting species of plants. And in this part he would talk about a childhood memory of a different forest.

Editing videos like this really put him in a different mindset. He was born and raised in the city, but he had family that lived in the wilderness. As soon as he was ten he was being carted off into the uncharted lands of Oregon every summer to spend some quality time with his grandparents. He remembers those times with the clarity of muddy water. When his dysphoria was at its peak he could run off into the thicket of trees behind his grandparents house and disappear for hours, his only company the dew damp trees and the skittish rabbits.

In those woods he met many creatures and critters. His favorite, by far, were the fauns. There were plenty of deer all over the country, but in the deep woods, where all you can see are giant, looming trees and long, untamed grass, they were almost like an entirely new animal. They were gentle, making soft, curious noises whenever he came around. They would bow their heads to sniff around his feet and push their snouts into his palm like dogs begging for a treat.

Nature had always been a huge part of his personality. He cared for stray cats, nursed injured birds back to health, helped foxes get free from hunting traps. He cared for animals like snakes and rats as much as he cared for more enjoyable animals. He respected nature, and it respected him in return.

He didn't know why it was like that, but it was as normal as anything else. At the best of times it was a cool party trick. At the worst it was a minor inconvenience.

As he looked through more content, he eventually came to the footage of him running into Shane. He went to delete it, because that was the obvious thing to do, but something made him pause. He had kept his camera running when he'd run face first into the man, and he happened to catch a full shot of his face. It was blurry, but it was there. And there was something strange about it. He played the video back and saw it again. For a moment, not even a full second, Shane's eyes were gold.

He remembered that moment very clearly. The heat of Shane's body and the crunch of the leaves and the rush of air being knocked from his lungs. The sun was out, but from where Shane was standing, he had been cast in shadow. Ryan knew that in certain types of brown eyes, the sunlight could make them look gold, but that wasn't what was happening. Through the whole shot, the area was dark. How could his eyes be gold?

Unless his dreams were real. And he was the reincarnation of Persephone. And Shane was Hades, come from the Underworld in search of his queen.

Except that, that… was crazy. Gods weren't real. The gold must've been a lens flare or something. Although, he couldn't shake the feeling that something more was going on here. He cut the footage from his video, but saved it in a separate folder anyways.

Maybe the sleep deprivation was finally getting to him. Maybe he needed a drink. He wondered if any of his old college buddies wanted to go out tonight.

Or-- he could meet Shane at the Seashell.

It was Friday, he would be there, right? This could be his chance to meet him for real, have a friendly conversation with him, and maybe even figure this all out. But maybe, there wasn't anything to figure out. What if he just had an overactive imagination lately? Maybe he shouldn't have stopped seeing that therapist.

Either way, he was going to go to the Seashell. He would talk to Shane, have a good time, and get his number. He jotted down some final notes for his video and tucked his journal away before his manager came over and scolded him again.

You can do this, Ryan, he thought. It's just some fun. He’s just a guy.

After Shane had gotten the gang all set up in a hotel room with human identities, he couldn't go back to sleep. He was too jittery to try, so he cooked up some oatmeal and brewed a pot of coffee and brought out a notepad.

He jotted down some things for his staff to do for the day and brought out his sage burning bowl from the cupboard. Sara had gotten it for him when she noticed that he tended to get stressed out easily. He didn't really use it often, except to send notes to the underworld. He brought out a set of matches and struck one against the box. It lit up and he used it to burn the note, whispering the names of his servants as he did so. Maybe it was lazy, but it was faster than going back down. It helped him stay above the memories in his home.

After the paper was completely ash, Shane tossed the remains in the trash and put the bowl in the sink. Then he lit two candles and grabbed the cinnamon for his oatmeal. Once he was finally settled, he looked out the window to see that the sun was just starting to break the dark horizon. It was dawn. Dawn, something he never got to see in the underworld. Down below the horizon was a constant white to black gradient. Ominous and cold over the dark waters of Styx.

Overworld sunrises were completely different. When the sun is still settled behind the trees, you can see the sky start to lighten. From navy blue, to purple, to pink. Breaking the treeline brings more intense colors. Orange, red, and gold. It was gorgeous. He wondered how many humans truly appreciated how wonderful their world was. Although, it wasn't as if he were pure of that misfortune.

Shane sighed, turning his oatmeal in the bowl, suddenly feeling a bit too forlorn. His appetite vanished. He shook his head. He couldn't think like that now. Couldn't fall back into pointless misery.

He needed to come up with a plan before the other God's come back around. That group would be the death of him, he knew it. He didn't have any leads right now, though. However, something that Eugene said stuck to him. A thorn in his side, digging under his skin.

‘Or prince’.

Shane hadn't even considered that at all. Because of this oversight, he could have overlooked Persephone a thousand times over. In fact, as his mind started to wander back, he could recall some men in past generations that seemed to call to him- but at the time he'd ignored them. As ignorant as that sounded, he was simply too blinded by grief to think straight.

With this new information, Shane filed through all the possible men who could be Persephone. He wondered if any physical characteristics would carry over? Like her dark hair, or the dusting of freckles over her nose, or the petal-soft curve of her lips.

He didn't care too much about her body, but it would help him find her if she looked the same- or similar.

He racked his brain for some list of men he's met since coming to the overworld this time. It was dramatically shorter than the list of women, but maybe there was something to that. Maybe there was someone who would stand out from the rest…

Then it clicked.

Ryan .

Shane was on the edge of panic. He had missed a huge component of searching just because he was too stupid to think about it at all. The worst part was being reminded of this essential element via a God he didn’t like or want to associate with. He couldn’t deny, however, that if Eugene had never come up and suggested that, he would still be searching endlessly for women alone. To say he felt embarrassed was an understatement. He was supposed to be part of the big three. He was supposed to be… perceptive at the least.

But now he found himself right where he wanted to be the least. Last night he’d found the gang a hotel to stay at since it was too late to properly purchase any apartment. It was one of the cheaper chains, but still nice because of the area. He had just wanted to get them out his hair for the moment. They probably already knew he was there. He took a sharp breath in and walked into the hotel.

As he entered the lobby, he was distracted by the savory food smell. Oh yes, this hotel served breakfast until 11am. Although the Gods didn't need to eat to survive for the first few weeks in their human form, they greatly enjoyed doing so. Humans have always made food preparation into an art somehow. Using delicate balances of spices and techniques, they could create whatever craving they desired.

Shane was interested as well, but he knew that Eugene was behind the decision to stay at the hotel that had a bar and free breakfast. Eugene was the party God, after all. Enjoying indulgences and bodily pleasures since the dawn of mankind. The thought made Shane blush, but he shook it off as he rounded the corner into the hotels cafe.

He spotted them instantly. Although, it wasn't hard considering Eugene was the only one holding what was very obviously some vodka in a paper bag, Keith was arranging his food into some kind of art piece, Ned was talking avidly about his wife, and Zach was trying not to look like he'd desperately like to leave.

Shane approached cautiously, but his casual display was quickly shattered when he was spotted. Zach immediately stood and walked over, beaming.

“Hades!” he said, and Shane shot him a look.

“No,” he frowned, looking to see if any other patrons were listening. They all seemed pretty dead tired. “Call me Shane.”

Zach apologized, “oh, right, sorry!”

Shane shrugged it off and they went to sit with the rest of the group. The rest of the God's paused in what they were doing to look up at Shane. He sat down and everything was quiet for a painful second. He swallowed nervously.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “I've done a lot of thinking and,” he paused. The group looked like they were on the edge of their seats. “I think I know a lead for who Persephone is.”

The God's all had various positive reactions to the news. Eugene had a smirk on his face, leaning forward.

“What changed?” He asked. “You've been going in circles for millennia.”

Shane grit his teeth. He hated admitting that someone helped him. He hated even more to admit someone he kind of hated helped him. Well, he guessed he didn't hate Eugene. The guy was just kind of unpleasant sometimes.

“It was your comment yesterday.” He murmured. “You said ' or prince ’ and… I didn't even consider that until you said something.”

Eugene grinned. “Wow, pretty closed minded for a God to never think about that.”

Ned scoffed. “I think he was just too heartbroken to think straight.”

“Or to think anyway other than straight.” Keith joked. Shane looked unamused at the banter.

“Well who do you think it is?” Zach butt in. “Do you know his name?”

Shane nodded, wringing his hands, feeling suddenly nervous. “Yeah.” He couldn't take meeting their eyes so he stared down at the table. “His name is Ryan. I ran into him in the woods. I don't know anything about him.”

There was silence around him. He finally looked back up and the rest of the Gods were looking between themselves. It was almost like they were communicating silently somehow. Eventually, Keith looked back at Shane and smiled.

“So, you don't know anything about him?” He asked.

Shane was about to shake his head when he remembered a few things. “Well, he was shooting some video so he might have a channel. Um, he lives on my street I think… and I told him I go to the Seashell sometimes if he ever wanted to hang out.”

“Oh, well that's something.” Ned said, looking a little less stressed about the situation. “Why do you think he's the one?”

Shane stilled. He pursed his lips. Why did he think Ryan was the one? Because of that pulling feeling in the woods? Because of his deep brown eyes? Was it the feel of his body pressing into him and his small, soft hands?

“I was in the forest,” he said, scratching his chin. “There was this pulling in my chest. Like I was attached to a string. I felt drawn away. And then-- I met him.”

The other Gods looked a little in awe. It really did sound like it was meant to be when he said it like that. But he wasn't exaggerating. He didn't make that kind of thing up.

“Wow, that sounds magical.” Ned said after a breathless pause. “Did the feeling go away after you met him?”

Shane nodded. He felt so stupid now, after he got the chance to really think about it. The fates weren't so cruel. They were trying to bring them together and he ignored them. It made his head hurt thinking about it.

“Well, how do we find him?” Shane heard one of them say. He shook his head.

“I- I didn't get his number or anything. I didn't think I was gonna see him again. I told him about the bar though.” He explained. “He might go there tonight. Should I go?”

Zach piped up, “I think it's your best chance at seeing him again.” He said. “Do you really think you found him so easily?”

Shane looked at Zach for a moment before casting his eyes down. He studied the table and took a short breath in.

“I may have found him, but it's never so easy.” Shane said softly. The rest of the Gods fell silent. After a moment, Shane awkwardly laughed. “So, wanna get set up with a new apartment?”

When Ryan got home from work, he was nervous. He was going to go to the Seashell tonight, meet up with Shane, and clear everything up. Honestly, his nerves were on fire, his thoughts running a mile a minute. He was considering every outcome as he went through some daily routines.What if Shane didn't show? What if he didn't recognize him? What if he couldn't find the bar? What if the bar was unexpectedly closed? What if Shane wasn't even a nice guy, what if he was a serial killer?

There were a lot of things to consider when you went out on a limb like he was doing. He wanted to make a good impression, but he didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard. He also wanted to know what he was going to say to the man. What information is too much? What is too little? He didn't want to appear mysterious, because he was actually quite boring. Although, part of him also reminded him that the way they met was already like some meet-cute romance novel, so maybe it wouldn't end up being that bad after all.

Ryan managed to set aside his worry long enough to look at his clothes. He needed to pick an outfit, but he wasn't sure what look he was going for. His wardrobe mostly consisted of jerseys and basketball shorts, since he was lazy at best. He had some nicer outfits, mostly for work, but some for formal occasions.

After rummaging through his closet for thirty minutes he managed to muster up an outfit for the night. It was dark grey jeans, almost black, paired with a light grey button up. The button up had a tiny red rose pattern, giving the look some color back. Ryan debated wearing a bow tie, but ditched the idea last minute. It was a bar for Christ sake! He was already going to be overdressed. He just hoped Shane didn't dress like a hobo for this specific occasion- or just didn't show at all.

He checked all of his belongings three times. He had his wallet, with his ID, some cash, and card. He had his fully charged cell phone. He itched to bring his camera, but it would undoubtedly get damaged so he left it alone. Was that everything? He took one last look at his place before turning towards the door. His hand on the doorknob, he took a long breath in and then let it out slowly. He opened the door and went out.

Everything was going to be fine .

“Guys please, I need to go.” Shane said, although his voice didn't sound urgent. He was too tired to sound urgent.

After breakfast, Shane and the group had scoped out new apartments. Despite his best efforts, they ended up landing a place right next door to Shane's apartment complex that was slightly higher quality and also much larger than his own. He kinda hoped the group would be drawn to the more lavish apartments… the ones that were further away from him. But now they were involved with him. Zach, especially, wanted to help Shane. Ned thought the whole thing was romantic, which Shane would have to pass a hard disagree on.

After they sorted out the paperwork, they booked the hotel for a few more nights until move in. Then the group decided that they wanted to pick out Shane's outfit for tonight.

Cue four extra people in Shane's little apartment bedroom, throwing about clothing and arguing amongst themselves for a few hours.

Shane needed a drink. Lots of drinks. And fast. Very fast.

Currently, Ned and Eugene were both holding up shirts to Shane's torso and shouting over which one looked nicer. It was a close tie between a disco patterned button up and a soft, charcoal grey sweater.

“Well I think this sweater gives a welcoming, homey vibe. You know, imagine coming home from work to your husband wearing a cozy looking sweater. Wouldn't you want to snuggle up?” Ned defended his choice well. Shane liked the particular sweater he was holding. It was well worn and comfortable, something he wore on lazy days.

Eugene scoffed. “He's going to a bar, not your grandmother's Christmas party! This shirt has more pop, it catches the eye. And ugly patterns are in now! It perfectly matches his personality. Modern, but cool.”

Shane had to admit, they both had good arguments. Although, he wasn't sure how ‘ modern, but cool ’ he was. He did like the disco patterned shirt. It was mostly a joke, but he was also pretty fond of how it fit.

Zach butted in. “I say disco pattern.” In the background, Keith nodded in agreement. Ned stomped his foot, not unlike a child being told 'no’ . Shane swallowed down a laugh.

“You guys have no sense!” He tossed the sweater onto Shane's bed and crossed his arms in a huff.

“Disco pattern it is then?” Shane said, sounding relieved. He was itching to leave. He didn't care what he was wearing at this point.

“I hope this Ryan guy likes losers,” Ned muttered under his breath.

The rest of them chuckled at the comment, and left Shane to get changed. After the outfit was situated, he simply looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess, even after many attempts at combing his fingers through it. He hadn't shaved in a few days, and he looked plain tired. He wondered what Ryan would think about him.

Was he even going to show up? Was this a good idea?

He sighed. There was only one way to find out.

He left his bedroom to find the boys in the kitchen. There were five shot glasses all in a line down the counter. They had some sort of clear liquid in it. Shane paled.

Eugene was holding a bottle of vanilla vodka, and he laughed at the other God's expression.

“Don't worry, it's not poison!” He joked. “We thought one shot to give you a little confidence boost?”

The rest of them nodded enthusiastically and picked up their own glasses. Eugene put the bottle down and picked up two glasses, handing one off to Shane.

“To Hades’ love life!” Eugene cheered. The rest of them laughed. Shane pretended to gag.

“To Hades’ love life!”

The bar was crowded. Well, to be fair it was the weekend, of course people would be excited to go out. The seashell was one of his favorite places to hang out and observe people.

Humans were curious creatures. Like the God's, they had complex emotions and intricate bonds. They had desires and needs that weren't always so easy to understand. Unlike the God's, however, they were inhibited by their mortality. For example, if two people were brawling in this bar, it wouldn't normally get too out of hand, lest someone get mortally wounded.

Besides the laws in their society, humans naturally feared things they couldn't understand. Death, afterlife, religion, mental illness, the list goes on. To watch humans interact in such a vulnerable place. A bar, where morals are loosened, where bars are lowered. It was interesting.

Though today, he wasn't people watching. He was here for a reason.

He leaned against an open bar stool and ordered a simple beer. The shot from earlier wasn't enough to buzz him, but it did make him feel warm- and a little less anxious.

“Would you like the start a tab, sir?” the bartender asked him.

“Yes, thank you,” he said and handed her his credit card. A few patrons mingled around the bar. The Seashell wasn't the largest bar every, but it was a fairly good sized building. It had an upper floor that was a sit down restaurant, and this lower level was the bar. It wasn't dingy-- clean enough to make you feel okay about sticking around.

After a few moments, he checked his phone.

Sara : what are you doing this weekend?

Shane gave a soft hum at the text. He'd been so busy carting around that gaggle of Gods that he completely forgot about Sara. He hoped she wasn't too upset about it. She undoubtedly knew he was a busy guy.

Shane : I dunno yet. I met someone. I'm at the bar right now waiting for him.

Just then the bartender passed him his beer. He smiled as he thanked her. He took a sip, and a moment later a woman leaned on the stool next to him.

“Hey,” she said to him. Shane had to do a double take to realize that it was actually him she was talking to. “You here all by yourself?”

Shane swallowed nervously. It wasn't that he'd never been flirted with before, it was more like-- he really didn't need to be dealing with such a situation right now. What if Ryan saw him and got angry? Although, it wasn't as if the two were dating. Even if that might be in their future.

He would have to see if his theory was correct first, before he thought about that.

“N-no, I'm waiting for someone.” He said, thankfully only stuttering a little bit. The girl looked on mischievously.

“Who is it, your girlfriend? Your wife?” She leaned into his space. He pulled back, but she was still uncomfortably close. He felt a nervous sweat on the back of his neck.

His phone buzzed.

Sara : Met someone? Ohmygod you have to tell me all the deets! He's a dude? What's his name? Is he pretty?

Shane gave a short huff of laughter at the text. Then he smiled slyly and looked back at the woman.

“Yeah, I'm waiting for my boyfriend.” He said, sternly. The women's face fell and she backed off.

“Ahh, okay then.” With that, she left. Shane grimaced, even though he felt better with her gone. He took a long drink of his beer.

Shane : His name is Ryan. He's short. Cute. Dark hair. Dark eyes. He makes videos. Might have a YouTube channel. Don't know yet though.

When he looked up from his phone this time, he felt a soft tugging in his heart. He glanced towards the door and instantly saw him.

Ryan was dressed casually, but still nice. He looked nervous, but determined. In fact, Shane wasn't sure how he didn't see the similarities before. The boy really did look like a modern, male Persephone.

Then Ryan looked his way and smiled. It was blinding. Shane waved him over.

“Hey, you're here.” Ryan said. He blushed then, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. “W-well, of course you are. You said you'd be here…”

Shane stifled a laugh at Ryan's little stumble. He knew what the boy meant. You couldn't always be sure when you're making plans with strangers.

“No worries, I wouldn't ditch you.” He smiled. “I'm a little surprised you came, too. I was worried you might've thought I was some kind of creep.”

Ryan laughed at that. “No, no! You're not creepy, well-- as far as I can tell. Although, we did meet each other in the woods.” He looked away for a moment, and noticed Shane's beer. “Already started, huh?”

“Of course. Hey, drinks on me, yeah?” He offered. Ryan blushed again.

“On you? Oh, no, I--” Ryan started, but cut himself off. He seemed to ponder it for a moment before sighing. “Oh- okay. As long as you let me pay the next time.”

“Next time? You must like me.” Shane couldn't help but laugh. Ryan lightly punched him in the arm.

Shane ordered two more drinks for them and they chatted away. Ryan barely spoke a word or two about his job, but went off about his YouTube channel. He loved film and vlogging helped him a lot with practicing different filming and editing styles. It also helped him build his portfolio so that he could break into a career in it. Shane gave some vague description of an accountant as his job, and mostly steered the conversation towards his hobbies. Gardening, reading, and watching movies were his top three. He mostly liked movies for the popcorn, though, if he was being honest.

“Oh yeah, same. Popcorn is my favorite food!" Ryan said, grinning. “I like it classic, though. Just a spritz of butter and a dash of salt and you're good to go!”

“One time I walked into a theater and bought a large popcorn even though I wasn't seeing a movie.” Shane said. Ryan laughed. “The employees eyed me strangely, but otherwise it was a liberating experience.”

“What kinds of things do you garden?” Ryan asked. He was on his fifth or sixth beer, Shane noticed. He had switched to water after his third beer. He hoped Ryan wasn't drinking too much. Though he was curious about how he would act, drunk.

“Well, I can't do much with my current apartment. But I do grow lots of flowers. I set them up on all my windows and try my hardest to keep them alive.” He paused, suddenly feeling a bit forlorn. “Gardening reminds me of someone I used to know. They were really special to me.”

“Who?” Ryan asked, though he bit his lip and quickly said, “You don't have to talk about it if you don't want.”

Shane shook his head. His heart hurt to talk about Persephone, but he'd been hurting for so long that it was natural for him. He smiled.

“Her name was Persie.” He said, leaning against the bar. Ryan moved in closer, interest written on his face. “She was really one of a kind. Plants in her care thrived effortlessly, any kind, no matter the weather. She had such a way with animals, too. Even the most savage beasts would roll over for a rub when she was around.” He paused, letting out a sigh. “I have this dog. He's quite a vicious dog, trained in guarding territory. The first time she met him, he whined and licked her hand. He hasn't even done that with me. It was amazing.”

Ryan smiled, “wow, she sounds wonderful. What happened to her?”

Shane let his face fall a bit at the question. “I-- uh,” he hesitated, taking a sip of his water. His voice was nothing but a whisper. “She… she went away.”

Ryan frowned empathetically. “I'm so sorry.”

Shane was quiet for a moment, before peeking back up. “It's alright. That was a long, long time ago.”

Ryan downed the rest of his beer. There was a constant pink tinge in his face from drinking, Shane could tell. It was rather cute.

“Hey, this may or may not be too much info, but speaking of more serious things, I keep having these weird dreams.” Ryan started. He inched closer to Shane, enough so that he could lean against him. Shane blushed, but didn't pull away. “Sometimes i'm on a long, white sand beach somewhere I've never seen before. Sometimes I'm drowning in dark water. Once, I was in a magnificent castle. But I'm always someone else.” He paused. “Well. I'm still me, but people call me another name. I have even seen myself in my dream. I look the same, but also-- different. A different version of myself.”

“What do they call you in these dreams?” Shane asked. His heart pounded. What Ryan was about to say might change everything.

Ryan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, he winced and brought up a hand to his head like he was hurt. Shane put an arm around his shoulders, but Ryan was quick to push him away.

“I should go,” he said. Shane was kind of stunned. He wasn’t sure what to say. As Ryan got up to leave, he grabbed the man’s arm.

“Wait--” he started. Ryan looked back at him then, and Shane could’ve sworn his eyes flashed gold.

He let go.

Ryan left the bar quickly and disappeared from sight. Shane still had his hand open, the lingering feeling of pressing skin to skin still on his fingers. Those eyes. Shane’s heart pounded away. His phone buzzed.

Sara : He sounds cute! Don’t mess it up!

#shyan #gods au #like the dawn #my fic #shyan fic

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davids fam after being put through google translate

Wendy Stein heard the phone on the other side of the door. She knew that she was going to work, but it was not fun; Moreover, it looked like a very intense conversation

"Look," said Stain. - I can do this to my brother! It will be allowed, is not it? He was there. "OK, I see what I'm doing."

Wendy took steps to open the door and soon came back to work. The room came out with a long face and not more. Vandy does not say anything

Finally Vendee can not stand - Wall, what do you say?

The window has been linked to the window. "Sharman's son and daughter are found dead. Beoren and Mabel are relatives, but they can not live there.

Wenini opened her mouth and tried to understand what she had heard. What will help?

Then he thought a little.

"In the room," he said quietly, "call me." Wendy tried not to travel by phone, the man replied, eight years older than Vandy,

"Who is this?" Ask your voice.

"Hey, this is Wendy."

Vandy heard his mind. Have you decided to help the camp? We can help you as a consultant!

- What? Wendy added the idea. In fact, it is not. I need help.

"What?" The man asked

"This is a small story," Wendy asked for a moment. "And there can be a lot, but did you know how you said you want to go? David, we can help you

For example, to say that the outcome of Nervos

But this is not at the same time interesting, his relationships with his own house, because he is Neil Marcus Tullius, a 13-year-old doctor, Doctor comments for a better world, and although it was another five years. Carl's Uncle, it's a good thing, that's a wonderful thing, a horse, his values and a mabel that he gets out of the vehicle, trying to understand what happened.

Dupas looks at the animal. Knocked on the door where the rest of the life of the campaign. And sister, and that those who meet him for the rest of his life in the care of you. He has a deep atmosphere

It is strange that he and the Mabel immediately alerted him to opening the door and waiting for the wart on the day. And it seems that the man has a green top and jeans and T-shirt. They are distressed and worried

"Hello!" He says. "Come on me, I'm waiting for you!"

And when he came to the person's small house, two Doppia made Maybel, and his bridge speaks his mouth.

The girl said to her mother: "My name is David." "I'm happy to visit you here."

Look at each other and look at Mabel and the eyes and follow David's drinking, lying down, Abel.

During the flight he sees something dope, green and yellow couple her husband "David?"

David: "Well, Cicero?"

About 1 year ago was created

"Well, why is it right?"

"The company what is it?"

The Crash is that it looks a certain person

"Here, it's a good game!" David said, "It's been long!"

"Really?" Asked. "What is that?"

"It's for you with stock!" David explained: "I have simply said to splurge last year, and if I am less like you Doppia Mabal and I have the lives of camps, they take them and camps, why do you have memories? lo, and when my friends, and now, see, so many children do as "

And on that path the human remains in the attempt, to do with laughter, to laugh at the laughter of a habit, to decide Fallopia and to stay one: to stay alive, and to begin it is not satisfied.

SCOOP is a funny funny cat a cat. Estimated the first old.

"Star" Mabel rose. Sitting on the other hand, as the bell is too low, Mabel Leo. "Is not that something that is always a cause?"

Gold Temple. Mabel are sure this is a good time to do it? So, it's early. '

'I am,' says that Mabel something that looks like the final horn. "He returned to his home in the evening."

A player has been selected head and the bottom. "When you hear it?" If you do not, so that it would not be? '

"Now you get a new chance long as you know how to spend."

Mabel, higher, and the crime was committed, and the Easter season a month by courses of the forces, that were with David, and when he was in his journey is always the first record of the matter in the Wall Greater. That is not possible, David until the end of the day.

"I think that it is enough that mistake," said Dipper. But he left his bed, and he stood there. "But I can not give what you have done? "

"PFF, do not be stupid, 'and Mabel, because he thinks he does all the guitar, and he knew what he was doing." Since its place. "

Head big head. "What are we waiting for?"

"He took it from there," Cable works. "It's also it's easy to just go missing." Five kids do not like me? '

Mabel has acted against the Lynx to hide their shoulders. "Mabel" Even if he is not there? "

Mabel looks at the bags. "M."

Big Dipper and Mabel welds to stay in the room. "Oh, my mom, Mabel, he thinks that the only effect it had enacted the law literature!" And been broken in pieces: for he knows that it is more that we are not one-dimensional small part of the reason for setting aside all! "Do you want to?" "Do not be angry! ' Mabel and do not need to come back! '

He was at the grave of Mabel, the brother of the same thing. "It really goes Amina? Go."

In the council of the people, understand the collection for the first item, so that it is a this for a short time, were banished from every extremity of the domestic. Which are covered by the rule into the space of the kitchen on the right hand does not stop at the many pictures. Cicero, also in the camp of the hastily occupied a plain of the singers was really consulted. In the first picture of the child was a little hill, and immediately called the old boy out with him. Big Dipper is another kid in the picture. Do servants judges, and they wanted to fly very wise lacked of David's wife learned from the last two terms. The Ducks are said to Gwen in his name. Only a few years in a labor camp, there is no surprise if he can not yet citizens. If we open the bidding.

Mobile phone call the Big Dipper fears. And a desk, and go from there. "Hello?"

"Hello, Little else asked mortal anxiety. The Big Dipper in the name name is not true, but the first thing out of tolerance." I'm the oak tree, even if the shots catch a few pieces Mabel, that's fine, "temple Panik .

"Early the next morning, David!" SPACE accept it on behalf of David's motives. "I forgot what?"

"Sciisti?" David asked. "You can not change me? '

"Uh," said Dipper fast ", it's my sixth sin!"

"Well, I tell you, she had a sixth." That reminds me of my Camper summer, Chucky-name '

"You need to have milk which DIIPPER parties are busy. That part of the right wing.

"Oh, you want me to cry? "

"Oh, it, work for us? '

"What?", I think you need to mirror the night of the night. '

"But we can not make soup! I could make a movie and eat a meal - it's not Sunday!"

Do not listen to David NEAP actions. "Oh, I'm fine," I have a few glaciers. " This is the first home to tens of minutes. '

The Dipper and Mabel runs, as always in the heart. "Mabel haste! '

"Uh, the Big Dipper," said Mabel in fear: "We have trouble."

Mabel worked broken wire. And it will be worse than anything possible.

Mabel, what are you doing?

At present Mabel said. It is a faith, neither shall the trees. "I do not know, I'm not alone, and do not have much, because you are right and because they do not know what to do?" Mabel shows the title of the guitar and the noise.

Press and writes. Then a sister. Who will decide which highlights?

Senator PBELL CIRCUIT

Subscribe to each other and watch right. And have been staring at it.

When I heard two things knocking on the door, I finished it. This kind of thought is like a thorn in lightning. After that, he heard David's voice "Big Dipper! Is Mable a door?"

Guitar, keep breathing and Mabel Leo. He stood up and walked to the door and David became more laughter than before.

"Guess, kids? I have ice cream! Who is ready to watch a movie?"

The Polaris just stared at him. He didn't know what he was talking about. David obviously felt that something was wrong.

"Oh, what have you done for a long time? Do you know what is really bad?"

Mable walked into the room and pulled the guitar into David's face. He is thinking about this and knowing what is going on.

"David," said Mabel, snoring. "I may have accidentally ruined the guitar."

David went to observe the silence. For Pegasus, it seems that everyone is standing there for three hours, or even a few days. In short, there are some people who like books with Mabel: he starts to cry.

"David, I am sorry! This is my fault. He walked into the room because they wanted to use it to play the guitar, because I love you to listen to it? I didn't deliberately break it, I swear! I am just if you want to Try, if you are not so stupid now, stupid people don't have to use the brakes and continue to use it? I am sorry, I know I will not blame the Big Dipper! Breaking on you!"

David was silent for a while. Then, quietly whisper, "Children, help bring things."

This silence is delayed. Never started your life according to your own way. Nothing can fear or warn Weirdmaggedon is not satisfied with David and silence. In silence, more often, I feel that I have committed Bootes. From the inside, it will not be the face of David's soul.

Then, when everything came from their territory, he looked at me, David and the children, in my eyes, then said, "Well, if you can't be better than starting and repairing. Who wants to help?"

He slept in the silence of the twins. BEAM blinks. "Wait, you are angry with us!"

"Oh, how can you do this? Of course, the wires make me feel sad, but sometimes it's hard to fix it. I will never give birth to your two. Now, overcome it."

This is a family of two, wake up in the morning, wake up, laugh. The ice cream area is owned by himself. Mabel has a guitar string on his bed and then goes to Mabel's hand to help the guitar.

"As David said, 'Let both of you use a song I wrote to help me. Because this is a camp and a camp in Cicero. Do you thank the two for their help?"

Mable and the Big Dipper looked at each other and filled their mouth with cream. Praise, "Yes. Of course. Never!"

Today we look at the Big Dipper windows was a little bit worried. Mabel has been no check local high school today, it may be one of the best schools. The Big Dipper expected to be better, try to stay calm, but they do nothing to help him focus. Mabel on his left hand and put on a sweater, and a calendar of farmers to listen to the tape and David sat in the front seat while driving. I hear the Big Dipper is very useful for the nerves.

"How can you believe that David is said to be the usual excited." We can finally visit the highest mountains Gust today? Now, in the shadows of the best ways to remember. It is very difficult to enter the game, but I am with you both very confident after this day that we will be able to get some food? "David stands. When a car is parked.

The Big Dipper all very much. They are not to play the great man, and, in the block of small things for the house of his. "David," he said. "Here we're doing '

"Oh, I did tell you," David said. "We are faced with a young girl was asked. Her parents do not have the time. I went out a few!"

windows knocked rehearsing like armed. Means to the people is thrilled with dark skin black girl and the boy with curly hair and showed the door opened. He was apologetic smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little late."

"Oh, that convenient!" David said. "We are innocent. I, for my children, David and the Big Dipper Mabel. I say hello?"

Mable sent huge waves but a few warm-up Pegasus laughter. The girl smiled. And they are surprised that the Big Dipper connived industry decades. Mabel, nor David. Just him.

"Stacy, I said quietly. He closed the door in the shotgun.

The game is a bit rough visit David and Stacey immediately Mabel and tried to speak. We are able to consider its best attempt to ask the question, "Do you like to camp." "Did you pigs", "What is your favorite flower"

Finally, the family went to high school. It was a large parking lot in front of large buildings and the afternoon of that day is still half full. And when David had the whole car.

"Okay, kids, you remember what you said?" When he reached the front court for. "Keep the best, that a smile and a kind of" three months. "How and where to go. I talk to some of them, and three of the same."

He put. The boys when they look at each other. "We are going to the Big Dipper ,?" Mebour asked.

For the Big Dipper paper from his pocket. He wrote all the information you need in a day. "Our own အရိပ်ကလေး called 618. weekend ..." Big Dipper, narrow eyes. "Ryan grass."

"So you can not find room 618," Mabel said. "I was on the seventh floor bet! Let it be to find where the elevator!"

Before they can not escape Mabel sweater pulled out of the Big Dipper. "Stay at the seventh floor, Mabel. I have two."

"In fact," Stacy said quietly. "There are three".

The Big Dipper to her and she did not know what he said. "I'm sorry?"

"There are three repeated," Stacy was a bit loud. "Page 618 for third place."

"Well you know what? "Mebour asked." In the future the reader? "

"This is my sister." Stacy looked up and said to the feet of it. 'That will graduate into place, you know. "

The Big Dipper shoulder everywhere. "Cool. Let's go to the next named. We do not want to be late. '

As it passed in the classroom, five minutes after Bruno was found. He has brown hair and a small child with tennis shoes in a popular band and baggy jeans, t-shirts. I should not say how they want. And those twins are not shown, but it seems that you do not recognize Stacey.

After the first class does the learning battle seem like "leave"? "Stacey Gardner!"

The Stacye and the browser have heard and reshuffle. And the knowledge that their children.

"Hello, the Nightingale," said Stacey. "Yes, that's me."

"Brilliant", soothe Nightingale. "Who is that friend?"

"The Big Dipper and the Mabel."

"Your parents, your sister, I was employed"

"Ma, how ever."

"Well, I hope it's good." It was always a wonderful student., That is the best, I had come to live with the standards that have expected.

"We don't want to lose Ryan replaces them," he said. And there were a few questions.

"What is?" Mabel. "You can him?" Who is the winter

"Here I did, I did a great deal," said Stacey. I was faster off for the Big Dipper's fortune.

"You know everything, but it's what you think?" BEAM looking. Offulsit Stacey as Augebild.

"The Monster!" A worrar. "It's amazing!" Traum does not function. Every single research in college. Parents always have something that can not come from them to get me. "The Big Dipper can see the trees quickly in its eyes.

Rotate the Big Dipper Mabel. To search for "Brian", he said, said the school plan. "Catch you".

"Ma-"

"Give it!"

She nipples into Mabel, the whole human being. We know Swiss, trees, big dipper and I have returned to Stacey.

"Stacey is good", dipper says. He looked up and looked out, trying to understand what. They cannot, however, derive from it as much as one word is the same. "Stay kind of things. I'm not about what you feel like your parents, but I'm sure they're doing it."

Stacey and calm.

"I am with you in this kind of matter, because it is difficult to find, you want to make an offer on that new one." "Make your way from them." He has no sister.

Stacey laughed. But it is not from the time when he is sure that the Big Dipper. It can be really different. Then, Stacey, an update on the head, face, sadly lies. And once sniffed.

"I can be sad that I am overwhelmed."

"It's good."

Thecece church is to serve, then at one time the waves of the big dipper, and toss it into her with her arm. And it was not careful to go fast.

"Thank you for that," she said. The Hack, and went back and regularly. Find it better. "To our run.

Monique laughed at Pol, who was surprised. He has the face of things more than that. He likes.

"David's mother, all the kids are in the car:" What is this? "

"He's great!" Mabel said. "I don't have car parts that I want to pay with. But forced to start trying to be the person we are "working hard but worth it! '

"Uh! David and his little change "What are you Stacey? Do I love you? "

"I think it's good," he said. It really exists. There is nothing left to thank Stacey for God, withdrawing from her house by the calf The bar closes the door of the ladle house. The contract never saw him face.

"Oh, my taste!" He said. "Make sure you have a Stakey?"

Big Dipper wasn't so obsessed with it because he didn't answer me "Big Dipper! Dippin Secret! Pegasus came to Big Dipper"

"This is our answer," David Calm said. "I mean it's fast, worth it, right?"

"To talk about their wedding day?"

"Oh, come to blur, call him," David said. "No time."

And of course sharp

"Ok, go home," David said. "Almost to the gravity of the philosophy that it does not lead us to go and see what will happen to you. First of all, to our cabin Mystery Mabel. You'll be able to rest with your friends."

"Whooo," Mabel encouraged. "It's time for a new romantic"

"Big Dipper, Mabel and send all the vessels, and go camping and led all! '

The teapot nodded, not looking for a record. "Okay."

"Now, one week, my mentor, Gwen, come here and you and I will go to Caesar removed. The two will be here this summer. I think it's a thought. Well buy the phone and call you and Mabel around 2:30 on the phone every day. In late summer, we will go home "

"I can not wait!" Mabel shouted. "We have had this year SOS! I heard they had a son named Charlie melody. Sometimes Pacific took care of him with money. Images that are sent to me, and now it is cute!"

1 can guess, "he said Dipper", but I think that the summer is getting better and back Michael Ford. "I saw the Big Dipper from the record. Excitusque cheerful." Ford has promised to show me how to make a teleporter "

And David perceived that the fact that the essence of the thing. Fierce courage killed all of his children.

"Hey, David!" Mabel shouted. "I almost forgot! I do Tinder for you!"

David looked up: "What is this?"

"It's a soccer app? Are you meet new people and talk to them! I know you meet new people who have said to anyone you. I will still images and a story!"

David, as I began to cry. "Oh star! Thank you very much"

David secret hut and pulled in three of them. I prepared a sleeping bag and Mabel had her karaoke treatment.

"There will be a lot of fun! But the best part is that you will see along the water again!"

David decades. Mabel told him about her old pig. No doubt, David, if you were not able to keep the pig is eating in the house of the, and Mabel were on the first to exceed himself.

"I gave him Pacifica. He liked it and brought it into the night! I love it again! "

"Now, Mabel," David warns. "Do not be polite to friends along the ba"

Before, when David ran Mabel is at the door of the hut secret. "Hey!" He warned the lungs. "Pacifica, I know there are the best along with it!"

Then he ran down to open the door of his aforesaid house, once Mabel 's great. Mabel and the aside all other matters on his neck.

"Rolled along, I miss you, big boy," said, near tears. "Given the incomplete and I hope Paz, take care of my children."

"Well, I think that" when the voice to protect the door. Pacific made with Kandy and Granada. "You know that it is difficult to buy food for my parents? 1 might have to find something from the sneak"

"Hello Mabel" audible voice Granada girl does David shocking. "We are all waiting for you now going to sleep in the attic"

"Mabel well," said Kandy, a meteor embracing a girl in a shirt. "To miss so much!"

"Oh, I miss him, too!" Mabel said. "To ready!"

The group holding the girl, Mabel, while the speech "Sleepover! Sleepover"

Her daughters also that Sarah laughed to David; and I should like to be good friends. Bootes and looked, and, whom while nibbling the pen. "Well, Little Dipper," said David successfully. "Did we go inside and say hello to everyone I meet can not wait to see everyone should have a chance, as Cicero in the first advisor to camp!"

BEAM followed by David. Soper spoke to the melody. Mabel is about melody holding the baby. David and walk around and say hello.

"Hey, duck!" Soper said. "It's great to you, O Big Dipper, as Charlie Hi!"

Big Dipper looked at the boy who squeaked and smiled happily. The Big Dipper could not help but smile. I heard a small 'awwww' David's shores.

"And now three months old?

"The Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah born while holding Charlie's face." Was the most active age. Do not sleep. '

"Oh, that looks like a group of happiness" David said. "I have the two of you!"

Music chuckle: "Thank you."

Vapor dipper "We're sorry, Soper, Michael and Ford come here?"

Soper, shaking his head. "Sorry, I do not come in time. But it is clear that Michael will be fought. We'll soon come! '

He looked at David, the Big Dipper, who do not speak. But the boy's feet nodded. David harmed. Obviously, with its two great uncle is very important to him.

"Thank you for allowing the two to stay here in the summer." David said in the interview that the Big Dipper, lighter, trying to feel better. "I want to make it. But I am afraid, lest perhaps there be not enough space in the camp. But the next year, can do both at the same time, they came in the first place, and it shall be the Counselor of the"

Dafydd, in the sight he saw, saw a large dip of the room without saying anything. Sylvia and David decided that this was the best at once. But he will talk to Melody Soper

In the meantime, go to Big Dipper's door when it is closed and hit.

"Hello?" Voice of the Big Bear composition.

"Marc Bore Da"

He broke the door and caught Marcus in the eye of Big Dipper.

"Well, he can not take me in."

"What?"

"Come!"

Marcus joined the bathroom door to see the Big Dipper in ordinary jeans and flannel. When the pine tree was still wearing his hat and the cloth was finding stains from many places, Marcus walked around his shoes and walked into the bathroom with a small room.

"Marcus, what are you doing here?" BEAM asked. "Of course, you do not use the bathroom."

"Anyway, it's gone?"

"who?"

"David and catch?"

The Big Dipper from the head of the head was even more confusing and the sound came out of Wendy and emphasized, "No, we camped behind us and I want to share here."

"cach."

"What is Marcus?"

Marcus stops walking somewhere else "David! If you go outside, he will drop a bomb. I ask questions about the camp because she needs to change it! Marcus Dipper won the prize on her shoulder and heard." Can I do it yet? Does it close? This is the only thing for me! "

Marcus is sitting in the corner of her room. It can be cut with the flowers heard by Big Dipper

"I do not know how you can pick up the pole," said Ashton. "And the way they are still not all have to work to change the camp speak"

For the government of the big dipper did not say anything. Both sat quietly before Big Dipper heard: "Big Dipper"

But Marcus apologizes for the shoes "Me - I'll meet you later." Wendy "

Big Dipper from the fluid and running away David for decades "Ready to camp?"

A boy is in the hands of David because he knows he is wrong But they can not show what is not professional. He went out and returned to the car. David sits next to a foothold, behind Big Dipper. He started writing in the newspaper immediately.

David felt the burden of the evil chest. He tried to chat "Happy to be back with anything"

"Bottom" is called the Big Dipper from a distance. The boys say something else. David is trying again

"Your uncle is about to arrive a few days," said David. "Is that fun?

I saw a big dipper looking at David in the mirror. There were many seconds of silence and the slopes slow down. "Infa, I think it will be like that."

Silence When David tried to interview more "Is there anything to wait?"

At this time, a great dipper did not answer him. He looked at David at that time and started writing in his notes slowly.

David was awful. What happened? What do they do wrong? Not only does Boötes worry about him And something is in mind with David, and it's talking about a campsite that will be one of the best

"Well, Big Dipper," David said, getting out of the car, "almost! This is a car that can take us away, so you'll get all the stuff out of your body and" for the Website. bring! When we put him If we walk "

The brown eyes of the shoes seemed to be a great cold, as if they were thinking. It seems to him, seeing it, has a small smile when he sees great things with small.

"Bac Dau, what's wrong?" David asked.

"What?" Leo noticed his eye page. Then he looked, his own comments in his arms. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure this can't be if-"

"No," bounced. He calmed down. "Do it. Yes, David, I'm fine."

But David and chose not to believe in Big Dipper for a moment. The way to supply the trunk of the trunk will be open and a place for both.

If he asked David, she was fair here. He himself is not a small town town, about the gravity he loves her. However, as well as being submitted.

When there was another tent, and put everything at once, a walk through the forest, he took Big Dipper Dafydd Gibbon.

"Now, David says: decide what is best to say," if you mostly go on the roads, especially if you're just walking. But because we know what to do: I think it will be fine. "

BEAM raised his head. "Or it could be a real danger."

"I think we are fine."

"Have you ever walked here, do you know you will become?" Leo seems a little worried; his eyes.

This is David's head. "Well, I haven't come into this animal meat yet,"

"I have to be on the roads," Dipper said. I feel a bit bad for. It seems not Boöte, is it not enough to have a safe position to keep it?

"Very well," David said, not knowing how to respond. "Okay. Probably to go on the roads."

What is the most glorious march by road is. It would be beautiful trees, and with a little fear and I didn't feel the heat was hurt. Thanks to the left. Why do you want to go to the ways of Pegasus.

"We are close to the waterfall," David admitted. He mentioned their skin. "Look! You can see it from here, isn't it beautiful?"

"Below" is called Bac Dau. "That's a nice search."

"You know, going from the power of walking in my memories while camping. She calls me a great friend, Jasper."

"Really?" North Dau said. "What happened?"

"We went to the island to get the branch. When he came back, he fell to a cliff, and that helped him get out. 'Nearly crying. The best day of my life."

"Wow. Come -" Big Dipper prepared. "Did he survive?"

David stopped. Other memories lead to its head. But they were more aggressive, said, trembling, remembering that Jasper had been seen again. I have to cry, really, not that he abstains. It does not go before the North Pole. Not now.

"Yes," David said finally. "He made."

He didn't say anything, because that was the rest of the walk.

The harp and the fire fell. The lion, the decision of Firearm, when he thought to walk the dogs. The surging again after he wrote in the magazine. David decades. It is very easy to understand that a child will be proud very proud.

David was indeed brilliant.

"Big Dipper, writing: What did you do?"

Balance eyes sooner. "I'm really tough?"

"What do you write?"

"The math:" Big Dipper this subject. "Nothing really. Just last summer in the case of those who are for something. But what's just stories. Not too much." Big Dipper is locked, and stood in a magazine. "It's not going to be too late. I went to sleep. Good night. "

"Good night boot" David said. "I have a dream."

But when he left, David was shocked. It is no surprise that the Big Dipper and so close to me today. There is a solecism? What did he do?

The guitar looks down to. After he said no. "What do I do wrong? '

The fire crackled Further, there is no silence. David thinks there is a problem more and more. Mabel, who was a bad man is one thing, the Balance is not obvious. So he returned for the bad?

The guitar without thinking about our own shores. I hope you make the best choice.

David sneaked into the shop to remain silent. Sylvia you sleep in the magazine from its side. Channels to be caught and returned, and went out. He was sitting near the center opened fire. He read his mind in mind, that all of them have to be present as himself in charge.

dear F

This was due in a week. And he was not with David in a few months now, I would wish that there was a short cut. And if I do not know, Bill.

Yesterday saw the other, where the law. Duke is the leader of the organization that may harm my father. And Hurt and David Mabel and many others. I know that this is true, but at times he does not, Remember poverty in the time, which set me. When fear most in life. Consider, in so far as they are to speak to the fact that it's rare they are, and if I ever, Carl Mabel, and do not be from the second. I know that the bill is gone. It is not hit at the end of the summer. Nor did it deter protein.

If David The disadvantage is the reason why tract fall, maybe you do not believe me. We might choose to be quiet and out of dreams.

And I say, maybe one day. But once they do.

Then.

David words. It was tumultuous, and the most pain. Who is Bill? The fraud? The Big Dipper, which shall not inherit? David Ure, fireplace crack crabs and answers them. But not such a bad experience.

David looks back from the magazine. I read more, but comes from him, so that he can not come. The Big Dipper is. The Big Dipper breaks faith. To this extent, all of David, please.

He closed the book on the right trains. The boy was carried out on sleep. David Le airline now start with a little smile to her face. But since he has a lot of dreams.

Fire ordnance.

#literally what is this #this is a cry for help.jpeg #rambelign #davids family #long post

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Whose woods these are I think I know.

Destiny has been for me, more than I ever could have dreamed when I first logged in back in September of 2014. It came into my life at a time when not a lot was really in the best place for me and it gave me an escape and a world I could throw myself into and, for a little while at least, forget about the problems of the real world.

I've experienced Destiny a lot of different ways over the last 4+ years. I dabbled in Crucible in Vanilla but strikes were really my jam. I would grind them for hours and hours as I leveled, trying to get the highest kill count and I loved how diverse and incredible they all were. I remember when Queen's Wrath dropped and I was still under-leveled for it and there was the strike in Winter's Run and I tried to do it but wasn't able to get past about halfway. I was disappointed and so I started really trying to level up more to be able to experience endgame and the next Queen's Wrath when it came around.

Of course there weren't more Queen's Wrath events, but there were the Nightfalls with their chances to get exotic drops and I wanted exotic drops. So at level 26 I headed into my first level 30 Nightfall solo. It was The Summoning Pits and the depth of the challenge was felt immediately upon walking to the first doorway and facing the Knights and Wizard. I don't know how many times I RTOd before putting together a successful run, but when I did, that run took me over 4 hours, but it was one of the greatest gaming experiences I'd ever had and I was hooked.

One of the coolest things looking back on those early days is again, seeing all the different ways I would play, level and progress. While soloing the Nightfall on all 3 characters would become the first thing I'd do each week thoughout year one, as we got to the end of vanilla and into TDB, I became completely hooked on Crucible and Iron Banner. I started in Crucible when I first got Suros and it was Dumbo's feather for me, giving me the confidence to feel I could compete. I almost immediately switched to MIDA and then in TDB found Coiled Hiss and Fusion Rifles.

Not everything was roses back then of course. The game had a lot of issues and growing pains, from the initial backlash to what shipped verses what players expected from pre-release hype, to TDB locking players out of Nightfalls, to the desire for matchmaking in raids because come on, Vault of Glass. Then HoW released and suddenly, as a solo player, it became much harder to play Destiny.

With the inclusion of Trials, there was endgame PvP with no matchmaking and Prison of Elders added even more PvE endgame that required fireteams but didn't add ways to be matched in-game. This was the first time I really felt like, as a solo player, that I really didn't have a place in the game in PvE and it sucked. I still did my Nightfalls, but outside of that, I was only playing PvP by the end of the expansion. The PvP itself was phenomenal and truly the Golden Age of the Crucible with everything at pretty much the height of its D1 power.

TTK was another shift. It made sweeping and dramatic improvements to the PvE experience. Grinding, leveling, getting gear and all the QoL changes were incredible, but it also marked the beginning of the end for what was D1 PvP. All our favorite year one legendary weapons were left behind and the great nerfening really began as Thorn, Red Death, MIDA and on and on found themselves neutered to shells of their former glory.

I had loved the TTK content release, but I found myself really struggling to find the same feeling HoW had given Crucible. Where I'd had weapons that felt so perfect and fit how I played so well in HoW, I couldn't find anything I liked in TTK and it got to the point where I took about a month off from the game and just wasn't sure if I'd keep playing, but then something happened. We'd started a community podcast to bring on everyday forum community members to talk Destiny and on our 6th episode I met RedWingGirl1999 when one of my co-hosts invited her on as a guest.

Once I met RWG, we became friends and the way I played Destiny changed again as I joined her raid team and we raided or chased Triumphs and Exotic quests pretty much every day through the second half of TTK. It was also from that point until the end of D1 that I started cycling through favorite characters. I really got back into my Hunter after we started playing together, then Rise of Iron was all about my Warlock and Age of Triumph saw me playing a bit of everything.

And Destiny evolved and devolved along the way as well. PvE got better and better, but the state of weapon balance and PvP continued to implode and those implosions all too often bled into PvE as well with the nerfs to ammo economies, artifacts and anything that players could blame for them not succeeding in the Crucible.

I want to take a moment to recognize that throughout this process, the developers were really trying to build the game they thought we wanted and while communication was not optimal in 2014, there were tremendous strides over the lifespan of D1. I know I have a special and more unique take on this because of the relationships and friendships I was able to make within the studio and I'm truly blessed to have gotten to experience, but from those experiences I've gotten a much more humanizing insight into the people who create this game.

RWG and I got to experience the D2 reveal event and all the hope and excitement going into the sequel and though there was the immediate uh-oh we had when they said PvP would all be 4v4 (we feared it would hurt 6 player raid teams that would no longer be able to stay together and play PvP, and unfortunately it did just that), overall the gameplay had been incredibly fun and felt like a genuine evolution of play.

At this point a thousand things can be said about what year one was and there were a lot of issues and things that didn't work how the developers had envisioned, but it was always extremely unfair to say the game was trash or a dead game. No one who still played and enjoyed year one ever said the game was perfect and everyone knew and everyone acknowledged it needed to be much better, but while there wasn't enough to chase and grind for, D2 was incredibly welcoming to be played how and when we wanted and also a lot of things that the studio felt would keep players invested with timed content to keep things fresh- Faction Rallies, IB, etc, just fell flat, and PvP that had been so reworked to be the best Crucible experience ever based on D1 feedback, turned out to not be what anyone really wanted.

Things went south.

When Bungie began to lose the streamers and YouTubers everything hit the fan and suddenly Destiny 2 found itself with the most toxic community in gaming and after initially turtling a bit (I'm sure out of shock as things went sideways), we started to see one of the most honest and open outreaches from a game company to their community as Bungie acknowledged the mistakes they'd made and started working feverishly to correct them, giving us road maps of what we could expect and when.

I got to be a part of the Community Summit and though there was a lot of mistrust in the community as to its goals and motivations, I felt very strongly that though it was mostly high profile content creators, that the fact that players like myself, Mercules, Aer0knight and others were invited showed that it wasn't just about the streamers and what they wanted.

I am incredibly grateful to this day for the opportunity to experience that and get to have so many face to face conversations about the game with the people who make it and these are really, really incredibly down to Earth and just awesome people. Anyone who thinks the developers don't care or that Bungie is just a greedy corporation just don't get it. They're just like you and me. They're human beings with lives, families, passions, dreams, loves, fears and hopes, and like us they are capable of success and failure, good days and bad.

That's called being human, and to be human is to understand that sometimes things don't turn out the way we or others want or expect, but life goes on and it's up to each of us to decide how to keep going forward and when we or others fail or succeed, we have a choice; to support and work to elevate them, ourselves and everyone to try to better things or as is all too common these days, try to bring people down to our level or keep them below us when we succeed.

I 100% know that everyone's voices are heard within the studio and that Forsaken has been a monumental turnaround for Destiny 2 and in many ways a real love letter from the Devs to the community, but I think that there has also been a larger focus on the community that play and stream Destiny for a living and I don't think it's a case of the studio trying to consciously cater the game more that direction, but rather an overcorrection in the desire to have them back onboard, because let's face reality, they have tremendous influence over how the game is perceived not just on forums, but also in print and social media.

Which brings me to why I'm writing all this today. Yeah, I write a lot about Destiny and I've covered a lot of this is past posts, but things are different for me in the game and I'm not sure the game Destiny is becoming has a place for me in it. It's so weird to actually write that, but I also know it's becoming increasingly difficult to feel like I can experience this game and universe how I want.

I play Destiny much differently these days from the last couple years and strangely, my experience has almost been a perfect bell up and back down to where I began. Our raid team mostly survived year one to the end, but our 6 player groups that used to PvP the rest of the weeks were no more and things really began falling apart with Spire and all its excessive mechanics.

We weren't a coordinated team anymore. We weren't a cohesive group of friends traveling the Destiny universe together and failures led to frustrations and tensions that didn't exist before, or were more muted by the ability to say “let's stop for the night and just play Crucible”. When suddenly the raid ends and people are left behind for new activities, it's a recipe for disaster, but Forsaken brought the hope of a new beginning and what ultimately did turn out to be an incredible Destiny experience and worlds, but again, just not for everyone.

The raid release was the end for our raid team. The pressure to grind 10+ hours a day trying to get ready (and for me getting drop after drop in spots I didn't need and below what was equipped because of the harsh return of RNG caused huge anxiety going in that I'd let everyone down not being high enough light). Still we all took off work and were incredibly excited to go into the raid, and the first forays in were just beautiful, but then like 99.999% of the players who stepped into Last Wish that day, we were all power checked.

We actually figured out the mechanics and understood how to beat the first boss about 20 minutes in, but after a couple hours of attempts, we knew we just weren't high enough light and that was it. We never raided as a group together again.

Of those of us there that day, everyone but myself has gone on to complete the raid. I've finished it up to Riven, but never completed that fight and it's just sad, and certainly there's more to our falling outs than how the game has been designed and content released, but it's also very true that for what Destiny wants to be a far as a social experience bringing people together, it has never done the best job of translating that into the actual in-game experience.

I kept playing after that, though mostly solo since and I do truly love the content in Forsaken, but I never really got to experience any of it how I wanted or felt excitement about drops that I knew I wouldn't be able to use consistently because of the incredibly punishing infusion system.

I loved year one and that I could play so many different ways, but always how I wanted and I could experiment with different weapons and armor at my choosing and not things I know I hate, but had to use because it's what I had at level.

A day into Forsaken, I stopped using shaders. There was no point when nothing has permanence and it was frustrating that here we had the content and things to do with the gear we loved that was so missing in year one and I couldn't play it with the gear I loved.

I don't know how others experience the game, but I played 850 hours of D2 Y1 and a large part of what kept it fresh for me was cycling through maining different characters and subclasses, as well as using all the countless new loadouts D2 allowed. So I continued playing all 3 classes into Forsaken. For the first 5 weeks, I ran almost every single powerful bounty in the game on all 3 characters and I found myself hating everything.

I didn't like any of my characters. I didn't like my weapons half the time and I started seriously questioning what I was grinding for if I couldn't ever use any of the things I got that I loved. So I took a big step back and started just focusing the Dreaming City each week since those were the highest drops and not running much else outside of teaming up with friends for Gambit, Crucible or a Nightfall occasionally.

All throughout Destiny up to Forsaken, I'd loved and played different aspects of the game and leveled up in different ways as those interests changed. Forsaken changed that. We couldn't just play strikes if that's what we loved, or PvP or Gambit, and I'm not saying that was necessarily a bad thing, but when it was combined with all the insane RNG (titles? Yikes!), punishing infusion and 100 level endgame grind, it was just too much.

I finally hit 600 halfway through November. I got there on my Hunter and Warlock and I hit 596 on my Titan and I just couldn't do it anymore. I hated my Titan desperately at this point, and not because the new subclasses aren't fun, but because I was tired of looking like a clown. I got a really good gear set on my Hunter, put the mods and shaders I wanted on him and I was done. With my other characters and with PvE. Destiny just isn't a game I feel I can keep 3 characters going anymore, and that's kinda how it began and I've thought that, well maybe over the next year, there will be time to go back...

Then Black Armory released and not only raised the power level another 50 levels, but brought back "meaningful infusion". This system championed by streamers who play for a living and has ultimately little too no effect on them. Most of them are already at 650, while 9-10 hours in, I'm up to 604 and I refuse to wear the higher gear I hate and I'm not burning my infusion cores. I'm up to 60 of them. I buy them everyday from Spider, but I refuse to grind for ghost fragments to then grind bounties for them.

I've played 280ish hours of Forsaken and probably 30 of those playing how I wanted using what I wanted, I'm not spending even more hours grinding content I have no desire to play just to be able to use what I want.

Even PvP as incredible as the sandbox is, is completely RNG who wins and loses as no sbmm means uneven teams and one team usually with one or two much higher skilled players than the rest.

Matchmaking was just addressed in the TWaB, but it's only Comp and the complaints of solo vs fireteams and low glory facing much higher glory and I don't understand how it's an issue in Comp, but solo vs fireteams and lower skill vs much higher in QuickPlay is perfectly okay.

I love the game. I love the community. I love Bungie and have friends there and care about everyone who makes this game and it hurts when days like Tuesday happen and things go sideways and there's more negative press, but that never should have happened. It's the exact same mistake that was made with the Last Wish raid release and power locking everyone but Joe and Jane streamer out of it.

So here I am, writing one more novel hoping for the best and maybe that is where we are and this is what Destiny needs to be going forward and maybe it's just not a game for a player like me anymore, but I still believe it can be everything it's wanting to be for the players it's trying to cater to without leaving a player like myself behind, and I don't think it would take a lot to get there.

I'm burned out on PvE and leveling because of infusion that adds NOTHING to the game and the inability to just play what I want and continue to level.

The daily and weekly bounties are fine, although the weeklies should drop higher gear than the dailies, but regular legendaries are deflating now. They are blues for all intents and purposes and they need to at least have a chance to drop higher.

Valor now gives Legendary drops every rank and it's tiered like Gambit, but those drops are meaningless because 1) I already have the gear/perks I want and 2) they drop 15-20 levels below my character power. Why not make them powerful drops? Who cares if I play an hour or two in Crucible for a powerful drop verses run around doing other bounties? To me it just adds to the experience. If you want variety and to experience a lot of different things in smaller portions, all those bounties are there. If we just love PvP, why can't we just play it and get drops at about the same rate (or a bit slower). Strikes could be tiered the same with ranks and resets.

I think about what it would be like to walk into the Destiny franchise for the first time right now and I can't even imagine how a player could ever begin to experience all of what the game has to offer with 150 levels to grind to endgame and starting with no materials, no cores, no Legendary shards, and yes games like WoW have those heavy investments and focusing on one character for a long time, but the way D2 is currently formatted, I don't see a near future where I'm able to or would want to go through this leveling experience again on my other characters if I'm going to hate them and (by proxy) the game because I can't play and use what I want.

So that's it and I'm not trying to bash or say the game is bad because it's not and when the teams are remotely fair, PvP is the greatest thing since HoW, but this world is really fucked up right now and my life outside the game is in an as bad or worse place than it was when I first stepped into these worlds, but I'm not finding escape and freedom anymore. I'm finding I'm stepping into a job that I don't want to be at and I wish things were different. Thank you.

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

-R Frost

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Weaknesses Can Become Strengths

It's no secret to my friends and family that perhaps my favorite television show of all time is The Office. There are so many quotable moments from the show, but today I have been thinking about one in particular.

Let me set the scene. One of the main characters, Michael Scott is interviewing for a corporate job with David Wallace, the CFO of the company. Here's the exchange:

David: So, let me ask you a question right off the bat, what do you think are your greatest strengths as a manager?

Michael Scott: Why don't I tell you what my greatest weaknesses are? I work too hard, I care too much, and sometimes I can be too invested in my job.

David: Okay. And your strengths?

Michael Scott: Well, my weaknesses are actually strengths.

David: Oh. Yes. Very good.

Michael Scott: There you go.

You can't see it, but I had a big grin on my face as I was writing that last bit.

The reason why this bit of dialogue has been on my mind is that I have been thinking about a weakness of mine, that isn't actually a strength and a verse that I memorized as a kid that helps me reframe that fact.

I'll get to that last part in a moment, but first, let me make a confession.

I have a tendency to take on other people's worries, anxieties, needs, etc. more than I should. Also... I have a tendency to assume I know what people's worries, anxieties, needs, etc. are even if they haven't expressed them.

When I'm not acting in healthy ways, this weakness of mine can create tense situations, arguments, misunderstandings, and a host of other fun stuff.

I'm willing to bet that there are a few of you out there who sympathize because you have the same issue, or you are close to someone who does.

The other day, I heard someone talking about this very thing, and they related the following mantra that they say silently to themselves when they're feeling like they're not winning the battle.

"How empty of me to be so full of you."

I loved that line. I've unofficially adopted it to use for myself.

It's so true, isn't it? To fill ourselves up with the perceived needs of others, we have to empty ourselves of everything--even our ability to know better.

So how do we reframe this "weakness" so that it can be transformed into a strength? With a little divine intervention, that's how.

And here's where the memory verse I talked about earlier comes into play. The verse is in a letter written by the Apostle Paul to a first century church he'd planted.

Also, the verse occurs as part of a revelation that Paul makes to the Corinthians about a weakness he'd pleaded God to deliver him from. We're not told what the weakness was. Paul called it a "thorn in my flesh," so it obviously troubled him.

Paul reveals that God didn't deliver him from the weakness. Instead, Paul had a vision where God speaks to him and says this:

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

In other words, Paul began to understand that he was not useless, unfit, and too weak to be the person that God wanted him to be. He further understood that if he had been "perfect," people would have attributed all of his accomplishments to him, and not to God.

Now, this is by no means a license for us to simply throw up our hands when it comes to getting healthier and more mature in our faith, and say, "Well, there you go! I am who I am, take it or leave it!"

It simply means that we don't have to beat ourselves up over our mistakes. We have been given the grace to overcome even our greatest weaknesses if we simply surrender our lives to God. We are not disqualified.

May you let those words fall upon you like showers of grace. May you find confidence even when you stumble to keep stumbling in the right direction---following Jesus as best you can.

May it be so, and may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen.

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tessatechaitea · 7 years

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The Book of the VIP Jeffrey

#The Boomer Bible #Jeffrey Hunter #R. F. Laird #Christianity #Jesus

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comicteaparty · 5 years

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September 14th-September 20th, 2019 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from September 14th, 2019 to September 20th, 2019. The chat focused on the following question:

What would you consider the most interesting aspect of your comic to be, and is it the same thing your audience finds interesting?

ErinPtah is doing a Kickstarter

Huh, I can't imagine there's any one aspect that most of the audience thinks is "the most interesting." Different people have responded to lots of different things!

Like, with Leif & Thorn (now on Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/erinptah/leif-and-thorn-volume-2-sparklier-magic-er-funnier-gayer?ref=4l78c3), some readers are always tracking the political or economic worldbuilding -- the things with real-world equivalents (and some real-world commentary). Others mostly ask questions about how the magic works.

ErinPtah is doing a Kickstarter

Some readers get invested in specific mysteries (like Where Did Leif's Debt Come From, or Who Is The Woman In Black). Some are more focused on the main romance, or other relationships or character arcs. In the last couple strips there's been a flurry of comments speculating about the weather! (To be fair, it's magic weather.) Just about any topic can be The Most Interesting to someone.

FeatherNotes

For Ghost Junk Sickness, it's most definitely the worldbuilding we do. There's always planned concepts for every background and how we go about and strive to include objects and characters that help define its individuality. Most of the times when readers point out their favourite aspects, it's always the world building and designs that go with it! http://www.ghostjunksickness.com/comic/12-6(edited)

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

For Phantomarine (http://www.phantomarine.com/), the main focus from readers is worldbuilding as well. And along with the worldbuilding, lots of questions are coming up about the moral greyness of the main 'good' and 'bad' factions of the story. And that's exactly what I wanted From my own perspective, I get a kick out of the secrets I'm weaving into the story - I wonder if people will pick up on them once the narrative kicks into high gear, and will notice them later on re-reads...(edited)

Nutty (Court of Roses)

So... for Court of Roses http://courtofroses.spiderforest.com/ , I actually asked my discord what they found interesting, and the number one thing brought up was the worldbuilding. It makes me happy that I'm here able to create a world that draws people in, and then populate that world with relatable characters. I do my best to make THEM interesting, because I want the story to feel character-driven, so you root for them and feel for them.(edited)

HiddenElephant

The most interesting thing for The Wide Ocean? (http://thewideocean.thecomicseries.com/) For me, it would be some of the small details, some of the things that only I know, but some of the things can be figured out with the tattoos of the sharkfolk, which I love creating; they each have a meaning to them, which I suppose is worldbuilding. But I'm not sure what my audience considers the most interesting; it might actually be the story.

JUNK

I think for Fairy Fighting League (http://fflcomic.com/), people are curious about the setting the most. Fairy lore and iconography to this day is very nature-based, so having a bunch of fairies interested in tech makes people interested in seeing to what extent.

deo101

I think the most interesting part of Millennium (https://millennium.spiderforest.com/) is the characters. At least, it seems to be what people are most interested in. I've had a lot of questions about my worldbuilding, and I really love my worldbuilding, but I don't think it's what drives my story or my reader's curiosity. I try to have many different kinds of characters, and seeing how they interact is what interests me the most.

seetherabbit

I had to think on this, but I think the most interesting part of Vulperra (https://vulperra.com/) is that it's pretty much a collection of relative short stories set in the same world, where you have one set of stories about a super hero and a set of just regular folks

FeatherNotes

I gotta say how much I love @LadyLazuli Phantomarines worldbuilding and chars, who all fit so gorgeously in with one another . its absolutely rich in its own lore, it reads as a story that's existed forever in a sense of how grounded it is!

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

@FeatherNotes I feel like I've only gotten started, too! The world is very real in my head - it certainly helps with getting it on 'paper.' Thank you so very much

Steph (@grandpaseawitch)

Very much agree! @LadyLazuli 's worldbuilding is hella, I can't wait to see more.

I don't know which part is most interesting for me regarding http://oldmanandtheseawitch.tumblr.com/, it's like asking which child is my favorite. I guess I'm really excited to show more of the merm world, but that won't come for... a while. I love looking up the vintage marine stuff, that's always my bag and I'm always fascinated by everything I learn about old ships. I think the dichotomy between the merm world and human world is hella fun and I hope the audience eventually finds it as neat as I do.

kayotics

So I decided to take a note from Nutty and asked my discord readers what they thought about Ingress Adventuring Company (https://www.ingress-comic.com/) for this question. I always kind of figured the biggest pull for my comic was the characters, and it sounds like my readers think similarly. One thing that was mentioned a few times was that they really liked the pacing, which I really appreciate since I try to make the pages work on both on an individual, weekly level, and on a level that's not too fast when you read it in chunks.(edited)

Urbanjawdust

@LadyLazuli What's your favorite aspect of worldbuilding? :D

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

I actually really like worldbuilding through dialogue and character interaction! My entire second chapter was meant to be my 'boring worldbuilding chapter,' but somehow it turned out less boring than expected I just follow some secondary characters around on a normal day in the world. They drop a few 'fantasy' terms here and there, mention some historical events and people in passing, and express some strong emotions regarding their individual situations in relation to the world's 'rules' - but it's mainly just them doing their normal thing as normal people. Conversations we'd have in our own world, but twisted to work for theirs. Basic everyday character behavior manages to do a better job at worldbuilding than any big 'Long long ago, in ancient times, there was a big blah blah blah' kind of opening ever could.

If you keep things natural, it's almost like the worldbuilding is silent - the reader feels 'at home' in the world and becomes fond of the characters, but also curious about how certain bits of info will be explained

Nutty (Court of Roses)

I agree, worldbuilding through character interaction is super duper important.

FeatherNotes

@LadyLazuli your lore is so grounded, the worldbuilding just completes itself each panel! I've seen a lot of your concepts too-- how old was the initial draft of Phantomarine?

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Started writing in late 2014, started drawing in mid-2015. I had the basic plot down very quickly, but lots of details were very different from the get-go. The first chapter took two and half years to complete (because c r o w d s), but that meant I had LOTS of time to work out the rest of the world while two of my mains had a little underwater chat Still... no full complete draft exists even now. I just know the main beats and I fill in the details as I go along. It's... not very organized But it allows me to improve the story elements as I learn to improve my storytelling.

There's honestly a lot of lore that I still don't know the details of! I keep things vague because I don't want to lock myself in to anything specific yet. Hell, I haven't even drawn a proper map of the world... and that's, like, the first thing everyone does! I guess it's more like a picture that's getting less blurry with each chapter. For the readers, and for me. And maybe that makes it more natural?

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Or my imagination is just extra chonky from years of zoning out at school, I dunno. Pretend your world is real, go have a picnic there. What's it like. What are your characters' favorite sandwiches. Who's sitting next to each other. Are there any threats to this picnic. I don't know. IMAGINE IT, DANGIT

I don't mean to be taking over this babble chat, haha. Please keep babbling, all!

deo101

what is babbling if not taking over a chat for a few minutes? we love to hear your thoughts

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

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Nutty (Court of Roses)

Yeah! We're answering a prompt, sure, but there's no reason we can't discuss it with each other, so long as we stay on topic, yeah? And man, worldbuilding is just FUN. Making the rules up as you go, making all the connectors and weaving it together... ugh. <3

keii4ii

The most interesting, and the most important, part of Heart of Keol (https://heartofkeol.com/) is the character relationships! In fact I describe my comic as a "relationship comic" -- like a 'romance comic' except the relationships in focus aren't necessarily romantic. As for what the readers think, there seems to be a fairly clear split between readers who focus on the relationships vs those who focus on the worldbuilding. I could be wrong, but I think those who stick around are more likely to be the former.

RebelVampire

Just want to mention as admin, it's 100% A-ok to semi take over the chat, especially if someone starts asking questions. As long as it's not too far off-topic, I'm happy to see discussions going on in this channel!

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Roger that! I figured as much, just wanted to be polite just in case Thank you!

AntiBunny

In AntiBunny http://antibunny.net/ I think the cast are the most interesting aspect of the comic. The characters grow organically, and develop, and readers become attached to them. I think one of the most important things is that Pooky is a massive jerk, and it's important to establish that Pooky is wrong sometimes. Avoiding the pitfall of protagonist centric morality is crucial to making a more well rounded cast.

AntiBunny

It seems that over time Penelope has become the most popular character as well. Given the setting is a world of gray morality and violence is frequently resorted to, her insistence on not using violence, proves she's willing to change the world around her, and refuses to be changed by it.

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