There’s just something so pygmalion about Fakiru, you know?

The way he can only write if it’s about her 💕

saw your post so go ahead and give us all of your DY headcanons

So...whoops this has been sitting in my drafts FOREVER and I deeply apologize anon. I wanted to go into it more but unfortunately it was forgotten and I feel terrible and I just wanna post it instead of leaving it forever again. 😔 my apologies again. So here's some headcanons specifically about Donald and Della.

So I'm guessing by DY you mean DT so I'm going with DT headcanons and if I misunderstood then I'm sorry anon 😂

Oh boy now I have to figure my thoughts 😂 this is not very organized!

Most of these will make an appearance in The Attempt and the Aftermath but some won't. I'm going to avoid putting ones that I feel will be spoilers.

Tombs DT Headcanons

Donald

He's ambidextrous

His parents taught him and Della the piano and guitar but it stuck better with Donald than it did Della.

His strengths are language, music, and arts. Reading, writing, learning other languages, drawing, playing music, etc. It's a kind of sad irony since so many people struggle to understand him.

He can speak, write, and understand English, Spanish, Portuguese, (courtesy of José and Panchito), Greek (courtesy of Storkules), Latin (courtesy of Quackfaster), and American Sign Language (courtesy of Hortense) also a small bit of Scottish Gaelic (courtesy of Fergus and Downy) and French (later in life courtesy of Daisy)

His voice being hard to understand is due to his vocal cords being underdeveloped when he was born. This causes him pain a lot of times, especially when he's sick or speaks a lot. (Already partially explored in my fic but some more coming up)

He was in the Navy for just under 4 years. (More on this coming up in TA&TA)

He doesn't like flying but his fear didn't really set in until after losing Della.

Donald has depression, anxiety, PTSD, haphephobia the fear of being touched, and selective mutism. Heavily explored in my fic with healing as the goal.

Panchito taught him his "world famous chili"

Donald is actually a pretty good cook when his luck doesn't mess with him and actually has access to better ingredients.

He mostly likes rock and metal music but he's open to all music of course. But he's still got a lot of his grunge tendencies.

His greatest fear is not being good enough for the boys.

Daisy is his first kiss, first really serious relationship, first all of it. He's a little bit embarrassed by it but he's just never really had time or even really opportunity to form romantic relationships before her.

He has the worst temper between him and Della but is more patient.

He used to really like sitcoms but now he can't really stand them. He doesn't watch TV much anymore. He's very tired.

Della

Della is right handed.

Her strengths are more mathematical, scientific, and mechanical. She's actually quite intelligent when she really applies herself. It's just that a lot of time she's impatient and rushes in.

Della has a better temper than Donald but she still has the Duck temper. She is less patient than him though.

Della knows English, sign language, and Greek (courtesy of Selene). Languages don't stick quite as well with her so she relies on Donald more so for language stuff.

If Huey, Dewey, and Louie were girls she'd have given them the same Jet, Turbo, and Rebel names. ("What can I say? These are awesome names and gender neutral.")

Della claims she doesn't believe in astrology and horoscopes but she kinda secretly does.

She didn't go to college but she did attend a private flight academy for a year to get her pilot's license.

Also she isn't completely tomboy. There is a feminine side to her but she will only reveal it when she wants to. This mostly happens with her female friends but the family sees it sometimes. But as a whole she prefers adventure and sports and "masculine" things. (All of which is valid)

Her favorite TV shows are of the action/adventure and mystery/crime genre.

She's the oldest by 2 minutes.

Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

Prompts

➳ "We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!"

➳ "Don’t give me that look."

Pairing: Jungkook x Noona! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 960

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut (+ Comedy)

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Noona-Kink(?); needy and bratty Jungkook; Pet-Play; Bunny-Kink; Breeding-Kink; Breeding Dirty Talk; stupid pun leads to more xD; my poor comedian-abilities...

A/N: Well, let's say this drabble here shouldn't be the first writing for the BTS Noona Net and the Golden Closet Net to celebrate my acceptance in there (thank you💕).

Officially it should be the fic I'm working on right now but I'm stucked and not happy with it until now... so I think the fic has to wait until I've found better connection to it.

Let's say this drabble is like a gift card and the actual fic comes later as the "real" Network-Celebration gift 💕🎁🎉

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"Jungkook. No."

"-but Noonaaaaa! You can't be serious after such a long time of abstinence!", pouts Jungkook, stands with crossed arms and an angry frown between his eyebrows behind you, looks like a little child what didn't get his favourite sweet in the grocery store.

A deep sigh leaves your lips as you turn around to him in your office chair. On your face had manifested a kinda tired or even annoyed expression, after arguing for already ten minutes with your two years younger boyfriend about this thing.

Okay yeah, you have to agree, that you couldn't see each other much in the last weeks, caused by Jungkook's exam weeks and the master thesis you have to write. Thanks to these unfortunate circumstances it wasn't able for you to fufill the usual routine of sexual interaction.

Jungkook knows that your studies are really important for you and anyway, he's younger than you after all, so has absolutely no idea how it is to write such a long thesis with such a complex topic.

But there is also an other thing he's very aware of, for example that the previous weeks and all this studying drained him completely out. He missed you a lot. More than a lot.

Well, to name the topic of the discussion you two have:

You just want to write on your thesis, while the one and only thing, that's on Kookie's mind right now, is to fuck you senseless, stuff your pussy up with his cum and making you squirt at least two times.

In the last week of his tests, he reached to the point where he thought he'd go insane because he craved so much for you. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to fill your wonderful pussy balls deep with his cock again, to pound all the stress and frustration he had kept over the weeks right into you and turn them into satisfying pleasure.

Thankfully this weekend is the first one without any studying and Jungkook looked forward to this date with one specific thing in mind. Only this one thing and nothing more. At this saturday morning, you already relieved the needs that couldn't be calmed the night before. You are happy and satiesfied after the second round, definitely ready to work on your thesis again.

Just the fact that you Boyfriend wasn't satiesfied as you let you have this conversation now. There seems to be a lot more tension and desire in him that has to be freed.

"Jungkook, we had two rounds of sex just thirty minutes ago and last night, you fucked me four times! Four!! We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?! Did you even thought about that I could be a little bit sore after six rounds of sex in the last 12 hours? Hm??", you fire back, sounds more pissed of than you actually are, thanks to the cynical comment.

Just after you spoke these words out, you realize the irony in your comparison. Since childhood, the nickname 'bunny' stucks to him like Duck Tape and even now, here on College, his friends use this term often to tease him and to get one of his famous 'completely triggered and are-you-serious' looks. The thought let a little giggle bursts out of you while you shake your head with rolling eyes over this weird situation.

"Noona, did you even thought about that I am literally a bunny for everyone? It's spring time and because I am a bunny, I'm in mating season and that means, I have the official right to be damn horny! That are just my pure instincts that I want breed you!~", answers Jungkook with a cocky and smug grin on his lips. Proud of himself to finally had an opportunity to use his damn nickname for his own benefit against you.

In the first moment you look at him completely dumbfounded, not really sure if he's serious. In combination with this super proud smirk as if he knows that he had won with this statement, let you squeeze the bridge of your nose. You try your best but you can't hold back one little chuckle in disbelief.

"God, Jungkook. Don't give me that look while saying such weird stuff!"

His smirk just goes even bigger and he cocks his eyebrow in such an inappropriate and bold way. Jungkook knows that you're slowly about to give in when he tease you in such a sassy way with your weak spots.

"Why not, Noona?~ You think it's weird that your young buck wants to breed little bunny babies into his Noona? His Noona, who's so fertile, just in the perfect age to get her womb stuffed full with my cum, so full it'd spill out gaping hole... but only so long until I mate you again and bury my cock deep into your wet pussy...", purrs Jungkook softly and comes slowly over to you while he filth your mind with nasty thoughts and promises.

God, you hate him right now to misuse your pet-play and breeding-kink against you. They're always able to make you weak and trembling in no time, giving Jungkook this what he wants.

"Do you allow your bunny to breed his noona and filling her up with his cum? Just want to make you feel so good and so full...pretty please?"

"Fuck you, Jungkook. You're such a nasty bastard sometimes!", you complain in an slightly angry tone, voice trembling and stuttering. It's obvious that you're caught in his trap of the dirty words he's saying.

"Don't say such mean things! ...or do my Noona want a rough breeding session?~"

Unexpected - Part 2

Pairing: none

Tags: violence, blood, helpless!reader

Word Count: 2,055

A/N: it took me a lot longer to get the second part to this written, but here it is!

Unexpected - Part 1

(Gif not mine)

Admiring your handiwork triumphantly, you slid the newly-installed chain to your front door shut. It wasn't a burglar alarm, that was for sure, but it did make you feel a bit more at ease, which was really all you could hope for. The ideal solution would have been to install a security system, but you just didn't have that kind of money. It had been just under a week since the break-in, and unfortunately, your anxious mindset hadn't improved much. If anything, it kept getting worse every time you relived your conversation with Sam and Dean. Monsters. Demons. There was no way. If those two men really thought all that crap was real, there was something seriously wrong with them. Sighing, you plopped down on your living room couch. Why couldn't you get these boys out of your head? You would give anything to forget the whole ordeal. Still... the sincerity of their explanation left you wondering if what they said was true. You shook your head vigorously, scolding yourself. All of your life, you had never been the type to believe in that sort of thing. Why on earth would you start now? Just because two maniacs started spouting it off to scare you? No way.

When your front door's doorknob began to turn, you practically leaped off the couch. Oh God, it was them. Sam and Dean. You knew too much, and now they were back to finish the job. Your heart rate skyrocketed as your door opened, but it was caught by the chain, and someone rammed straight into it.

"Ow! What the hell? Y/N?" You recognized the voice right away and scrambled over to peek through the small crack.

"Jamie?" Sure enough, standing on your front porch in the darkness was your best friend. The two of you had known each other for as long as you could remember, and you were about as close as friends could get. Shutting the door, you unlatched the chain to let him in. "I didn't know you were coming over tonight." Jamie held up his phone to show you his outgoing call log.

"Well, maybe if you had answered my calls..." He let the open-ended statement hang in the air, watching as you locked and chained the door behind him. He sighed and gestured to the new hardware. "You put that up today?" You nodded.

"Literally just finished, actually." Jamie gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder with a smile. He had been the first person you called after you kicked crazies one and two out of your home, and he knew how much it had rattled you. He flopped onto your couch with levels of drama that only he could achieve.

"Remind me again: why didn't you just call the cops?" You rolled your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak, but realized you didn't have a good answer. "Those wackjobs could be in a cell right now instead of running free. I swear, Y/N, you're too nice for your own good." You really should've called the cops. Hell, maybe it still wasn't a bad idea to file a report.

"I don't know," you answered lamely. What good would it do now? If those two lunatics had any brains at all, they would have skipped town already. Shaking your head, you padded into your kitchen. "I was just about to put a frozen pizza in the oven or something. You staying?"

"Yeah, I think so," you heard him call from the living room. Jamie's visits usually stretched late into the night, and you were more than happy to have the company. Although you had done your best to secure your home, being here alone made you nervous. Door chains weren't 100% intruder-proof, and you knew that, but you were trying not to think about it.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab a beer, do you-" When you reemerged from the fridge with two beers in hand, you noticed how close Jamie was standing, and the odd expression on his face as he stared at you. "Jesus!" you exclaimed. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were on the couch."

"I think I will take that beer." He took the glass bottle from your hand with a smile that, for some reason, made your skin crawl. It didn't quite meet his eyes, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. You opened the freezer door to get a pizza, feeling a bit more on edge than usual, which was saying something, considering all you had been through in the past week.

"How was work?" you tossed the question over your shoulder even though you were pretty sure you already knew the answer. Jamie worked a corporate desk job, which meant that every day was usually the same for him. 

As you leaned in to see what your freezer had to offer something whizzed by your ear, shattering on the cabinets behind you into a million pieces. Glass shards tinkled to the ground, and the smell of beer filled the air. Whirling around in alarm, you realized that Jamie was no longer holding his beer bottle, but that he had thrown it at you. Had you not put your head in the freezer when you did... you really didn't want to think about what could have happened. 

"What the hell, Jamie?" you snapped. "What is wrong with you? You could have killed me!" For the first time in your life, you were afraid of him. Your gut was right - something was horribly wrong. It was almost like... When the word entered your mind, you felt a panic bubble up in his throat. Possessed. Instantly, the faces of the two crazy men from the break-in came into your thoughts, and you swallowed hard. "Jamie?" His name left your mouth cautiously as you peered up at him, trying to make any sense of this. Jamie blinked, and his eyes turned to pure black as a malicious smile spread across his face.

"Sorry," he replied. "No." Holy fuck. When Jamie - or whatever the hell this thing was - lunged at you, you screamed. Loudly. Hopefully, one of the neighbors heard you; otherwise, you were toast. And not the good kind. Somehow, you managed to duck under his arm and make a break for the door. Had you not been overcome by terror, you would have appreciated the irony of it all. The very chain you had just installed to keep intruders out now kept you inside, where your life very well may depend on you getting out.

Just before you could reach the door, you were pushed down from behind, knocking the wind out of you as your attacker pulled you back by your ankles. You were screaming bloody murder when he turned you onto your back, slamming you down hard enough to rattle the floorboards.

"Jamie can't come to the phone right now." Hearing Jamie's voice say these things was maybe the most jarring thing about the whole situation. Scratch that, the most jarring thing was definitely the fact that you might die. You were totally trapped. The weight of Jamie's body pinned you down, and your hands were restrained on either side of your head. The chances that someone was coming to help you were very slim, and you could feel that you were running out of time.

"You're a demon," you guessed, hoping you could stall until something about your dire situation changed. Jamie's features lifted a bit in surprise.

"My, my. Not as clueless as we look, are we?"

"I sure as hell knew better than to think you were Jamie, you son of a bitch." The demon growled angrily, and you knew right away that you had made a mistake. Grabbing you roughly by the shoulders, he pulled you up before slamming you back down again. This time, your head made contact, and you saw stars. The demon's eyes glinted maliciously.

"See, that's where you're wrong," he hissed. "You thought I was your Jamie when I first came in." Before you could respond, the demon struck you across the face hard, causing you to let out a cry. "He has so many fond memories of you in here," he informed you, tapping his temple. "I wonder how difficult it would be to break him. Surely, killing you would be a good start, don't you think?" When his fist came at your face, you barely had time to recover before he came at you again, striking blow after blow. By the time he was finished, blood and tears mingled on your swollen face, and your mind lingered somewhere in the purgatory between consciousness and unconsciousness.

"Hm. I expected you to put up quite the fight. What a pity." As the demon raised Jamie's fist to hit you again, your front door flew open with a bang, and the chunk of the wall where you had screwed in the door chain's anchor went flying. So much for increased security.

"Get off of her!" The gruff voice sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite place it in this state. Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor toward you, and suddenly the weight holding you down was gone as you lost consciousness.

"You're okay, I got you." Someone lifted you into a sitting position, helping you come back to your senses. Head pounding, you blinked a few times, still feeling a bit woozy. "You really got the worst of that," the familiar voice continued. That was for damn certain. You felt like you had been run over by a truck. "You with me?" The familiar face in front of you finally registered, and you smiled weakly.

"You were definitely right about demons." Relief eased Sam's serious expression, and he rocked back onto his heels, crouched in front of you. You never thought you would be thinking this, but damn, it was good to see him. Now that you knew he wasn't, in fact, a home invader, it was good to know that you were in the hands of someone who knew what the hell was going on. If demons were actually real, that meant everything else was, too. "This is insane," you breathed.

"Insane is kinda what we do," Sam admitted. Another round of head pounding hit you, and you groaned in pain.

"Yeah, you're gonna want to put some ice on that," Dean said wryly. As you stood, you took a look around your living room, which was still surprisingly intact. "Not every day you get your ass kicked like that." You shook your head.

"Jamie didn't-"As soon as you said his name, your eyes went wide, and your heart dropped into your stomach. "Jamie! Is he all right? Where is he?" Sam gestured to the couch, and you scrambled to your feet, rushing to Jamie's unconscious form. His eyes moved behind closed lids as you brushed the hair from his face, and took his hand.

"He should be fine now," Sam reassured. "He probably won't remember much, and he'll be confused when he wakes up." Fear lingered in the pit of your stomach as you were reminded of how the pair of pitch-black eyes gleamed back at you. You swallowed hard.

"And is the demon still..?" Dean shook his head at your open-ended question.

"No, we exorcised it. But that doesn't mean it's gone. It could have gone after anyone in this town that was unprotected." You weren't entirely sure what that meant, but you had a sneaking suspicion that neither you nor Jamie was safe. "Does that mean you're sticking around for a while?" you asked hopefully. Dean gave a nonchalant shrug in response.

"Probably." Jamie groaned from the couch as he began to stir, and you turned your attention back to him.

"We should probably get out of here," Sam recommended to his brother. "Before he wakes up."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "See you around, Y/N." As the two tall men headed for the front door, you looked up at them.

"Thank you. Seriously." And then they were gone as quickly as they came.

"Y/N?" Jamie stared up at you, blearily from the couch. "What the hell happened?" With a heavy sigh, you gave his arm a reassuring pat.

"Jamie, I have one hell of a story for you."

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Shirotember Day 14: Stars

Shiro exhaled a sigh as he stared up at the night sky, grass prickling his skin and dew long since soaked through his clothes, causing a dull ache in his joints as he shivered slightly in the cool air. He’d hoped seeing the stars Planet-Side for a change would...

But he didn’t know these stars. The Castle hopped to new regions of space too fast for him to ever learn their names, the secrets they whispered, hear their siren song to come see! come see! Even spending vargas at a time pouring over starcharts for both tactical practicality and more innocent curiosity just...

Oh he loved being a Paladin. He loved flying with the Black Lion, and he couldn’t help but be tickled that out of all the Lions that chose him he’d been chosen by the one with wings. The actual, honest-to-god Guardian of the Sky.

He smiled in awe and just a tad bit bashful at that. Him. Black chose him. And she sang the same song that he chased into the sky and space since he was a child.

But he couldn’t deny that the stars changed. He’d accepted that they wielded both life and death. If their radiation didn’t kill you, their gravity would. The light that allowed sight also caused blindness if stared at directly for too long. They contained the masonry to support and create life, but just as easily snuffed it out

And the atmosphere that bound him also provided protection. (He’d really fought tooth and nail against that one...especially when the Space Program expanded and many of the old dangers that plagued astronauts historically either were greatly negated or now simply non-existent. Especially when the Garrison threatened to use his seizures to tether him in a way that Earth’s Gravity and even the seizures themselves never would.)

Shiro accepted those risks. He spent hours by the Garrison’s Memorial for those lost forever to the stars, with not even a body returned or a fragment of their vessel returned for those left behind to mourn them by. He even accepted that aliens might be closer and further along with their own technology than Earth (and might not be as peaceful as Sam believed. He hoped they were. He practiced a speech in case they weren’t.)

But Shiro hadn’t truly understood that death lurked behind and between the stars, and not from the stars themselves.

The dew and frost covered blades crunched slightly, and a blanket plopped heavily onto his shoulders. Shiro grunted in protest.

“The stars aren’t going to change from you staring at them, ‘Kashi.”

Shiro huffed. “Thanks, Captain Obvious. I never would’ve guessed.”

Shiro’s bayard flashed briefly before dropping back into his lap. “Hey. Thief.”

Jiro snorted unapologetically. “I am not about to get soaked. And hey, I gave it back.”

Shiro grinned as he settled on the corner of the blanket Jiro laid out. (Although he wasn’t about to surrender the one around his shoulders. HIS.) “Yes yes you’re the smart twin. We’re very proud.”

“Why thank you. Mind signing that?”

“...although out of the two of us, who actually has a masters in astrophysics and their astronautical piloting licence?”

Jiro scowled.

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

“Ass,” Jiro grumbled as he shoved his brother playfully.

Shiro slung his good arm around his twin, grinning cheekily. “You know you love me,” he sang.

Jiro smiled softly in response. “Yeah, I do. Well, somebody has to put up with your crap, anyway...”

“OUCH.”

The two fell silent as they gazed up at the inky sky of drifting stars underneath the light of the planet’s triple moons and undefined rings. A meteor streaked across the sky, swirling drifting bands of green and orange in its wake. Shiro poked his twin.

“Hey Roo, quick! Make a wish!”

“You know those aren’t actually lucky, right?”

“Hush. And maybe it’s your Lion.”

“...don’t even joke like that.”

Shiro pulled him closer. “I’m not,” he said softly.

Jiro rested his head on Shiro’s shoulder and sighed. “You really believe that, don’t you.”

Shiro shrugged. “You met them, right?”

“Well...yeah...but—“ Jiro huffed through his nose heavily. “Nevermind.”

“Dingding! NOPE, none of that,” Shiro scolded lightly.

“The hell was that.”

“Oh, just the Shirogane Bullshit Alarm. We call eachother out on my-crap-that-you-got-stuck-with-by-proxy that I figured we might as well officially get one.”

Jiro snorted. “Says the guy who wouldn’t let Lance have a Space Police on Patrol Siren.”

“Hey! I was playing along!” Shiro pouted.

“Uhuh. I’m sure,” Jiro deadpanned.

“Oi. No sidetracking or the alarm goes off again.”

“Please don’t,” Jiro remarked dryly, then fell silent. Shiro poked him lightly. Jiro swatted him. “It’s just...the universe is so big,” he admitted. “And what if you guys weren’t the only eligible candidates for Paladins over the past ten thousand years...just the only ones that could reach the Lions.”

Shiro tore his gaze away from the star-speckled sky and watching the moons’ orbital paths to look his brother in the eye. “Hey,” he said softly. “You remember what I told Lance, right?”

“That the Blue Lion chose him, and that he should trust his Lion’s choice,” Jiro replied. “But—“

“Jiro,” Shiro interrupted. “Compatibility isn’t the only thing that makes relationships. All parties also have to choose the other, and have it be mutual. Which, to me it sounds like this unknown Lion has chosen you, and possibly bent time and space to do it. And we all know how much you want to be—and stay—a Paladin.”

Jiro ducked his head. “More than anything,” he said in a tight whisper.

“So there you go. The Lions and Paladins mirror eachother, yeah, but—“

“We also have to choose,” Jiro finished.

Shiro grinned at him. “Now you’re getting it.”

Jiro snorted. “Says the Perfect Paladin.”

Shiro exhaled a breath. “...Hardly. I spent too long resenting you and the Team for feeling replaced that I nearly lost my Bond.”

“You’re still not going on about that, are you?!” Jiro exclaimed in exasperation. “You. Had. Every. Right.”

Shiro shot his brother an irritated glare. “...Moving along,” he drawled. “I wasn’t certain I wanted to keep being a Paladin, not when I was struggling so badly with trusting both my Lion and the Team. But fortunately somebody talked some sense into me,” Shiro said while poking Jiro yet again.

Jiro growled in annoyance.

“You know that wouldn’t be nearly so fun if it didn’t annoy you.”

Jiro glared balefully, then flopped back onto the blanket to stare up at the night sky. Shiro squawked as his twin dragged the blanket wrapped around his shoulders down with him. “H-hey! That’s mine!”

“Dingding, I’m the one who brought it. So, mine now,” Jiro smirked while looking up at his brother partially upside down from his back. “And one, I’ll grant you that that’s fun. And two, you never did say what the stars did that was oh so offensive.”

Shiro flopped down next to him on his side, reached over, and yanked the blanket back until it draped around both of them (but left their feet exposed). “Dingding, you brought it for me, so share. And...I don’t know these stars. We never stay still long enough for me to ever know them. And the irony of being the first (human) astronaut to see them and have access to technology to make that possible, but not actually getting the chance to really study them? Their compositions, if stuff orbits them, how they affect life on said satellites if life’s there at all, if said planets have histories and mythologies surrounding them? I don’t get to know any of that. And I built a career around it.”

“Oh...” Jiro murmured. “Well, I guess that makes sense.”

Shiro’s brother-sense tingled, but chose not to use the alarm this time. “But...?” he prompted gently.

“But of the two of us, one has an actual degree and licence. The other just has some really epic cinematic memories...from someone else,” Jiro continued. “Which, they never really felt like mine, anyway. So I guess I don’t get it. I’ve only ever known the fast-travel version, and getting data in just enough time to spit out some new battle or travel plan, or convoy, or trade routes to either attack or build.

“So...I guess you could say, I’m born of the stars, but not born for the stars. Just constantly trying to learn everything in time, and stars don’t get to be much more than ‘oh, shiny!’ or ‘oh, useful,’ whether I like it or not.”

Shiro fell silent. Sometimes he forgot that Jiro hadn’t ever gotten to see their home galaxy’s stars for himself. And while Shiro had the luxury for nostalgia as everything he knew about them became mundane or obsolete, the mundane was all Jiro ever got to know about them actually firsthand and as himself. And Shiro couldn’t help but wish Lisa had somehow been Earth-bound when he first crashed. She’d probably understand the best where Jiro was coming from...but Shiro could still try.

“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to make up our own constellations,” Shiro said suddenly.

“Wait. What?”

Shiro smirked. “Think about it. Most of them got connected by a bunch of lonely drunk guys, and aren’t even all that useful for navigation. We’re both pretty smart guys. I’m sure we can do better than that.”

“Oh...uh, okay,” Jiro stammered. “Well, um, see that bright blue one? Yeah that one looks like an eye. And I guess that red one over there is a nose. And the rings kinda look like a mane?”

“Okay, yeah I can see that. Wait. Is he one-eyed?”

Jiro scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. He’s reclined in profile, obviously.”

“Fair. Well those three bright ones in a row? Well they kinda look like a rocket, especially if you connect them down to those other three at a slant for the fins. And the galaxy arm even looks like smoke.”

Jiro nudged his arm. “Nerd,” he teased fondly.

Shiro shoved him back with his foot. “Guilty as charged.”

They continued to point out new shapes, unaware of the dew and frost seeping up from the ground and drenching them. But then again, neither cared. They found their places in the stars.

THE DUCK AVENGER PK2: #6 ALPHA WAVES

90 million years ago, on som strange, random planet… yeah, it’s Earth. A bunch of aliens are packing up and getting ready to leave, because their enemies have arrived and are winning that fight. 

Jabba the Hut’s slightly prettier cousins.

Said enemies’ uniforms share a funny resemblance to our hero’s.

Look at those capes.

The enemies land on the planet, happily unaware that the first aliens left a surprise behind.

In the present time, at Duckmall, the nightshift is late, and the people finishing for the day has to call to let people know they’ll be late. Luckily, there’s great coverage at Duckmall, thanks to those antennas that were installed two issues ago.

Donald is still wondering why Anymore Borging would be involved with that. So tonight, the Avenger will be giving those antennas an extra look.

This is going to be hilarious next time.

At Ducklair Manor, it turns out the Everett installed “hostile intent sensors” in every single antenna, just in case someone would try to mess with them. This means that Everett can respond to an eventual threat with his idea of a reasonable response.

In other words, ARMY OF KILLER ROBOTS.

In this case, the overkill is actually what damages the antenna, specifically, the foundation, causing a minor earthquake around Duckmall.

The Avenger leaves before anyone can notice his involvement, but the night shift at Duckmall decides to make sure it’s no danger.

Nooo, better stay back until someone can confirm that that thing won’t collapse, or that the ground won’t. But no, let the mall cop do it.

Rupert goes to check, and takes long enough that the others get worried. But when he comes back, he’s seemingly fine, until you realize he’s just a tiny bit off.

And if you didn’t notice, they’ll make sure to tell you.

At Ducklair Manor next morning, Juniper and Everett have a conversation about how strange everything is. Everett says it took him a long time to figure out how things worked in this place, but it’s not dangerous. Juniper is fascinated, wanting to start familiarizing herself with her new life, and Everett decides they should take a day to do just that.

Meanwhile, the Avenger is still in the middle of moving to Century. Turns out he’s gathered quite a lot of stuff over the years, and it’s taking time to get it all in place. He also notes that Century must have been empty for ages considering the amount of dust and cobwebs around.

Oh, look, it’s irony.

Heading back to gather more boxes, the Avenger is suddenly attacked.

“Q’Zwokk” is basically keyboardsmashing. I realize they’re a one-off, but it’s so lazy to throw lesser used letters together in a word.

The Avenger wraps the attacked in a cage, and lets him drop into the street, where the cops are keeping people away even before the Avenger gets down there. Impressive.

The Avenger decides to ask why the attacker attacked him, because the Avenger didn’t catch him doing anything illegal, and it can’t be revenge, because attacker guy is pretty obviously new in town. Does he just have it in for the Avenger?

Turns out the answer’s yes, as attacker guy blasts his way out of the trap, telling the Avenger to leave the planet. He also keeps calling him by the name of the enemy aliens from the beginning, in case it wasn’t obvious what was going on here.

The fight is also interrupting the Ducklair family outing, but while Everett is content to sit back and bitch about the Avenger, Juniper decides to take a closer look.

Speaking of lazy, let’s talk about how Juniper’s eyes don’t even point in the same direction. Not an uncommon thing in this issue.

This leads to the attacker guy landing right next to her. The Avenger leaps in between them, telling him to back off, but attacker guy is confused, claiming he has no interest in those people. Then the police arrives for real, and he gets even more confused at being treated like the bad guy and takes off.

While the Avenger explains the situation to the police as best he can, Everett arrives and drags Juniper back to the car. Everett tells her to stay away from the Avenger as he’s a complication they really do not need, while Juniper…

Yeah....

At Duckmall, they’re finally fixing the destroyed antenna, starting by filling the chasm they’re only now realizing must be below it, due to the rock splitting like it did. Turns out they need quite a lot of cement do to it too, so the antenna’ll just have to wait until it’s dried.

At Century, the Avenger finds that all his equipment has been strewn around like garbage. The man from earlier, and in fact even earlier as it’s the same one that helped him against the car thieves, appears, telling him that he’s the janitor and somehow he still has a job there. 

At the abandoned factory.

He’s also unimpressed by the Avenger’s sense of humour, thinking that superheroes were better in the past. Then why haven’t we heard of them?

Meet Lyonard D’aq, everyone.

Not quite right, our Lyo.

The Avenger thinks this is a bad start for his new secret hideout and agrees to leave as quickly as possible.

Later that night, Donald is working the nightshift at Duckmall, and Tempest is worried. She’s also cranky, because someone is keeping secrets, and she’s had enough of that in her for now mysterious past. We’ll get to that later.

After a bit of vagueness and half-threats, Tempest explains that she followed Rupert the night the antenna got damaged. He was taking too long, and she was worried. She went out alone, because she thought the others might think she was going soft if she was worried about someone who went out to an earthquake area and a severely damaged structure that might fall down at any moment on its own took too long getting back.

Which is how she’s the only one that saw Rupert climb out of the hole in the ground, carrying a bunch of weird stuff. Some of that stuff were the same weapons the attacker guy from earlier was using against the Avenger.

Donald forgets for a moment that he has a secret identity, but Tempest tells him to chill before he says anything incriminating. She just wants him to talk to his friend, the Avenger, so they can get Rupert out of this mess unharmed.

Donald agrees, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone went enemy on him. Speaking of, there’s only one person around capable of making weapons like that and who can manipulate people like that.

Okay, Everett. It’s on. Donald knows some of Everett’s secrets that he can use.

Unfortunately, Everett is watching, and Donald’s little threat seems to knock him straight into mad scientist mode.

You know, I’ve said the art is lazy, and it is, but it’s also exagerrated to the point of ridiculousness. It makes it an annoying blend of lively and fluid and, well, eyes that don’t match and this sort of thing.

Donlad goes straight from nightshift to Avenger business, and drills his way through the newly dried cement to get to the cave beneath the antenna. 

Tiny drill, giant hole.

He gets pretty far too, before he’s attacked again. This time he uses the shield to… make a bigger shield, but the attacker guy destroys it.

Oh, shield that only existed to prove how dangeorus this new threat is without trashing the real shield, we hardly knew ye.

The fight goes badly, and then Tempest shows up. Attacker guy, who is definitely Rupert recognizes her, hesitating. The Avenger decides to take this chance to dive back underground, causing a minor avalanche to seal the entrance.

Leaving Tempest above with a kinda nuts Rupert. Luckily, he’s focused on the Avenger, still thinking he’s one of the aliens from earlier, but now he can’t get to him anymore. He does make enough noise to wake the neighbors.

Also, if you pay attention to sky over these panels, it goes from morning to night again.

Underground, the Avenger has reached the important part of the cave, which is filled with strange machines.

From Everett’s spycenter, someone comments that the cave is also filled with Alpha waves, and is surprised the Avenger doesn’t notice.

He does notice two seconds later, when the hypnotic anti-intrusion system tries to put him to sleep. The Avenger trashes the place in response, and hits something that makes an old logbook start playing.

At Ducklair Manor, Everett is confused at why his spycenter is on, but it doesn’t matter. He’d have to activate it to find the Avenger anyway.

The Avenger meanwhile, is watching the logbook, where it turns out that the first aliens did in fact sick the dinosaurs on the enemy aliens. They did so by using a neuronal realigner to convert them into aggressive battle machine, and the equipment was left on after the enemy aliens were eaten or chased away. It’s been sitting there, underground for millions of years, until Rupert climbed down and got caught by the effects of it.

That is some amazingly well made stuff.

The Avenger blasts it.

I’m with him though, because this is dumb. Let’s destroy every trace of it.

Aboveground, the situation has changed.

Everett is holding Rupert and Tempest on gunpoint, because a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

Then Juniper appears, informing everyone she’s there to stop her father from... doing whatever to the duck she loves.

“Please, please, don’t be talking about me.”

Everett tries to talk sense into Juniper, lowering the weapon in the process and Rupert immediately tries to take control of the situation using the weapons he’s carrying. Unfortunately, he has no idea how out of his depth he is here, and also he has no idea how to actually use those weapons now that’s he’s been un-brainwashed.

The Avenger saves Juniper, using a protective bubble, and Everett decides this means he owes him. So he points the weapon he was carrying at himself. The Avenger freaks out a bit, because goddamn, but Everett tells them it’s not a weapon.

It’s a memory eraser! Intended to be used on the Avenger, but Everett decides to erase his own memories of the Avenger’s secret identity instead.

Oh, now we’re all friendly again?!

Aw, how nice. I mean, if you ignore the fact that should he ever want to know, he could just read the Avenger mind, no problem, so it’s at best a symbolic gesture.

Everett picks up the uconscious Juniper and leaves after making another “no favors next time “ threat.

Tempest asks if they shouldn’t report Everett to the police or something.

No, I mean, yes, but that’s not how this works, and also that would mean being reminded of this issue more than absolutely necessary. We’ll keep the hints about your backstory, everything else can go.

The Avenger says no, this is a private fight and no one else is invited.

Rupert, on the other hand, seems to have given up on trying to figure out what any of this is about, and decides to focus on other matters. Like, why is he wearing alien armor? Tempest and the Avenger tells him not to worry about it, and wow, that is an infuriating answer, but he agrees to let it go.

The Avenger takes the armor and weapons and leaves, just before the press shows up, courtesy of the neighbors. The press is this case is Mike Morrighan, who tries to blame it all on the Avenger. Tempest tries to protect the Avenger’s reputation, but without evidence, Morrighan keeps going in classic Angus-style.

At Century, Lyo is watching. Apparently familiar with Channel 00’s reporting, he concludes that the Avenger is in fact a hero and should be given a chance.

At least this explains why Lyo doesn’t need a real job.

This is basically one of those issues that are a lot of fun while reading, and then I get the fridge moments of “wait, actually, that’s dumb and now everything about it annoys me”. Until I forget about it, rereads and repeat experience.

Kinda like this.

Episode #1- “I AM ONE OF THE TWO OLD LADIES OF THIS SEASON AND I’M ONLY 29!!”- Gwen

Here is what I wanna say before the game even starts: I want to be the villain of this season. I wanna piss people off, stab people in the back, and do whatever I can to ruin other people's games. In all honesty, I don't really care about winning or not, as long as I have fun while doing it. The goal is to be like Russel Hantz or Tyson. I picked Tommy as my icon for the irony, because everyone else will associate me with his kindness before I stab them in the back. 

I'm looking forward to this game! So glad it's with a bunch of newbies, I was worried it'd end up being a half and half deal and that's the format I've been completely fucked over by in the past, so fingers crossed without jinxing myself I can thrive here! I'll do a proper cast assessment of my tribe in the morning when I've spoken to more people and gotten a better feel for them, but I already love Gwen and she's definitely somebody I can see myself working with. I need to rewatch the introductions as well since there's so many videos.. obviously missed the memo about that myself oops! 

feeling really good on day one so far. the tribe seem great and im already keeping my eye out for a few i wanna work with . we wil just see what happens after the immunity challenge .

I don’t even know yet. Kinda hard to judge who is friends with who. i’m supposed to ge your tawni for my idol thing but that’s not gonna happen bc she’s the only one i KNOW

Sweet fishsticks on ice, what a night! I talked to everyone on the tribe and they are awesome! My goal is to use today to try and get to know everyone more and make them comfortable. I'd say ai definitely do vibe with a few people, namely Gwen, AnnMarie, Rizo, and Liam but I like to keep my options like the oceans- open

Something funny took place! I talked to Gwen who said she wanted to work with essentially me, Rizo, AnnMarie, Sara, and Liam. No more than 2-3 minutes after, Rizo messages me with more sorta the same proposal. Dont get me wrong I am for this, but I will say it was pretty telling to me of the ones I may have to keep my eyes on!

Marooning Night: Everything’s looking solid so far. Tribe seems to be shaping up nicely and I’m making some good connections with people. Hopefully we can be competitive in challenges. I’ve connected with AnnMarie through band, Sara through zwooper, Rizo through sports, and Tim right off the bat through not mowing what we were doing :)  I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to Kyle yet, but from his video I gleaned that we are both big husker fans and that we were both at the Nebraska Iowa game, so there should be a good connection there. There is one thing that makes me a little nervous though. I looked through the cast reveal and I am the youngest person on the cast. I know that’s doomed the game of some survivor players, and I’m not sure how much that will affect this game. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Well I love everyone. So friendly! I have a lot in common with everyone and it's so exciting. I enjoyed meeting everyone, but the game part of the game came quickly behind. It seems that a group is developing with me, rizo, liam, chris, and gwen. I'm glad that Ive already been pulled into a group, it makes me feel comfortable. But I have to be careful. It is only the first round. I'm worried about my inactivity and that affecting challenges. I gotta wakeup at 5 am for school, so going to bed at midnight may not be the best. Hopefully no one notices.

Morning Day 1: What the hell. You’ve got to be kidding me. This sucks. Why does this have to be the twist in my first season. We have to get THREE players voted out of the game before we can get an idol, and then if we keep playing them right we can get up to three straight. We got our target list, and of course, I got AnnMarie, Tim and Sara. Three of the people I’ve connected with the most and wanted to work with. And now, in order to have a chance at the first idol(s), all three of them have to be voted out. I don’t think I’m going to try for that idol very hard, at least not until we get new target lists, cause I want to work with those people.

Right now I could see three possibilities for first boot. Cheatham and Zach haven't been that active, and then Will just makes me feel so uncomfortable that I sort of want to vote him out right now. But not in a "hey lets throw the challenge to vote him out" way bc he won't be playing so it might be unfair based solely on that. Austin is cool but a little inactive so far, he seems decidedly average. Tawny hasn't spoken to me yet :( but still she spoke a lot in our call so if I were to target her based off that it could only end poorly. Noah is cool, I get the feeling he is going to overplay tremendously, so maybe I'd like to have him as my number one. Amy and Dylan are great as well, and I would also love to work with them if I can. Ideal alliance so far would be me, Amy, Austin, Dylan, Noah so far. But only if I'm not the guy who organizes it singlehandedly

What’s on my right now is that I am very comfortable with where I am in the game, I have already made connections with a few people and I am very confident I will be staying in this game for a while. To talk about this twist let me quote Debbie and say “AND IM PISSED” I can’t even do this twist because I’m working with somebody on my list and I don’t want them gone.

What’s on my mind is that The Cock Destroyer alliance will hopefully run the tribe, my main objective is to not get the weak people gone first since I wanna drag them alone like a sack of meet so one of my main targets for now is Dylan because I’m gonna be honest I don’t trust the guy and he gotta go, PERIOD!

Noah/Amy/Dylan/Zach/me alliance sounds fun lets do it Will/Austin/Tawni all have decent connections just not with me Cheatham is looking like a first boot candidate rn bc no one's mentioning him as someone they like, so hopefully I'll be ok for at least one tribal if we lose the challenge

Holy guacamole, I went from feeling like we were Hopeless in Seattle to being D2 the Mighty Ducks. Being able to find the right door first is a huge relief but I have to gio my hat off to my entire tribe because we make a great team and Gwen rocked this!

So it's been less than 24 hours and I've spoken to everyone. Right now, I just want to get everyone to like me because that will make them want to work with me. My targets are Will, Dylan and Cheatham. Right now, I just want to isolate them, or form a majority alliance without them, because that will make my game much easier.

Uh oh. Since I have high school I wasn't able to be active all day for this (kinda confusing) challenge. I'm really hoping that this isn't going to put too big of a target on my back. My target right now is Dylan. He's one of my targets, and I'm pretty sure I'm one of his, judging by the fact that he never responded to me when I said I wanted to work with him.

Alliance time! I just made an alliance with everyone except the 3 on my target list. This is exactly how I planned. I think I redeemed myself after not really doing much in the challenge, and I'm already playing harder than the others. The fact that I created the alliance will make the people in it feel good too because now they will think I really trust them. Anyway, if all goes to plan we can eliminate one of my three targets (Cheatham, Will, Dylan) and slowly get each of them out until I get my idol.

So the alliance is me, Will, Vincent, Amy, Austin and Tawni. I got Amy to give one of the other three as a name so I didn't have to seem too vocal, and she said Cheatham which makes me home that he is gone first. But unless plans change, I'll have 1/3 targets gone, leaving Will and Dylan as my next 2 to go. I'm sorry, but this is just lining up way too easily for me.

I am so happy we won! Man talk about comeback! I think this is going to help push stuff in the right directions for sure! Rizo and I may have a pair going on but we're talking about creating a 4some (me, him, Gwen, and Sara) and maybe that can lead to a majority chat with the others. I do know I want to keep my options open without forgetting the opportunities that will soon be closed

I’m a little pissed off, so my plan was to get rid of Dylan but my so called alliance memebers are like DONT VOTEEEE DYLANNNWNWNWN, because Zach decided to think he was being clever by trying to make an alliance which excluded me but little does his tiny brain know that his ass is grass and he’s going to be waddling out of tribal. Noah said why do I wanna make big moves round 1 and simply I just wanted Dylan out because I have a big feeling he’s untrustworthy PERIOD.

I feel like as it’s the first round I’ll do a little mini tribe assessment. cheatham - only one I know coming into this so obviously gonna stick with him. Noah - he’s more cracked than the love child of JJ and Keaton Dylan - seems like cool people. I enjoy a fellow Texan Vincent - who? Amy - sweet gal Will - I enjoy the accent Austin - I also enjoy the accent. I feel at home. Hate the name. It’s my ex’s name. Both of them Back to Noah - also hate the name. Name of a fuck boy from earlier this year. Zach - WHO!? Apparently cause I was like who am I forgetting. Apparently Zach. Ok but wtf is up with the “Solid Six” tf??? Making an alliance out of panic maybe? Also....cheatham thinking calling Noah sane makes it true or something??? Like honestly wtf is even going on. Like what is this fucking twist? What what that challenge and WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE MAKING THINGS DIFFICULT ON THE FIRST VOTE JUST GET THE PERSON WHO DIDNT CONTRIBUTE TO THE CHALLENGE (so I’ve been told. Let’s be real here I still don’t understand it and I just consented my life and first born away) AND MOVE THE FUCK ON AND WIN THE NEXT ONE PLEASE BECAUSE THEY ARE A BUNCH OF PARANOID FREAKS! Hi I’m tawni and welcome to stonerverse. I’m sorry I wrote that but I’m keeping it in here.

ok so we lost despite my best efforts >:( (i like writing cfs bc skype won't turn my emojis ugly here, the fact that I can read them more easily post-season is merely a bonus) The consensus is to vote out Zach, because he is easily the least active. He was the last person to really show up, still barely talked to anyone (aside from me apparently), and didn't contribute to the challenge at all. Now, I firmly believe that out of everyone in the game, Zach trusts me the most. So in a way, it would be beneficial to keep him. However, doing that would unfortunately sever my ties with other potential allies who are more likely to be useful to me, such as Noah or Austin. I did briefly try to campaign for Will leaving, and I am very sure that I could pull off a 5-4 blindside with Zach, Dylan, Noah, and maybe Amy, but that would be quite messy. Austin and Cheatham are set on the Zach train, and I have 0 relationship with Tawni, so going for those votes is unrealistic. And to be honest, the whole thing doesn't necessarily paint me in the best light, and it puts me in the spotlight I want to avoid right now. Amy - she's a good ally so far and i like talking to her, and it doesn't even seem like she's that active which doesn't make her as dangerous as some of the other players on this tribe. definitely someone worth raising hell to save. Austin - he's cool, we're together, he's active, but he's impossible to read. i cant tell if hes going to be a major flop or a major threat, this guy is going to be fun to play with, and i am 95% sure that if i'm voted out, he'll have had something to do with it. Cheatham - he's certainly an interesting character. he is quite active, which will serve him well, but i'm not feeling as if he's going to be a top contender. Dylan - he's one of my favourite people to talk to, but i've heard several people mentioning him as someone they like, so I'll need to make sure that I don't under-estimate him. Noah - I said a few hours in (in my thread) that Noah would be an amazing ally, and so far it's looking like he's my number one. I haven't lied to him at all (even by omission), and I hope we can keep this up right until I take him out at the final 5 >:) (lmao i'm not merging why should i be planning my endgame) Tawni - declaring right now she is the most dangerous player on my tribe. would be a great vote if will/zach weren't on my tribe and if she wasn't so well-connected otherwise. Will - he isn't talking to me anymore, out of everyone in the tribe he would help my game the least. also, we'd had a bit of a weird conversation earlier which I really didn't like so idk if I'd be ok working with him. Zach - voted out, no one can have an idol so i won't be 1-0'd

um, my tribe is really cool. I like everyone, hopefully we win more

Who knew these ORGs could be so fun? Probably everyone reading this. But seriously, I am having a blast so far. Ok, so a few things before I get to my thoughts on my tribemates: 1. Before reading on, be aware that anything I say should be taken with a grain of salt. I apologize for my dry sense of humor and my ego in advance. 2. I AM ONE OF THE TWO OLD LADIES OF THIS SEASON AND I’M ONLY 29!! 3. You should know that I am very competitive. And I like to be in control. It is going to be really hard for me to take my foot off the gas pedal sometimes! I cannot tell you how difficult it was to leave my tribe for an hour and a half this morning for a meeting for work and have them continue the immunity challenge without me. I put together a spreadsheet and updated it as we took our turns. I was also the one to dictate our moves most of the time. The hosts were very particular about the format of our moves, down to the spaces and punctuation. I did not want anyone to send an incorrect response without me checking it first. But when I had to go into a work meeting, I had to let it go. They were successful without me (after my extensive and thorough coaching of course). They appear to be capable human beings (insert laughing emoji here). 4. One thing that I am not telling the rest of the castaways is the exact nature of my job. Luckily, my official job title is “Case Manager,” so I can get away with seeming way less awesome than I actually am. They know that I work with kids with autism. But what I am leaving out is that I supervise ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) programs. I am planning to sit for my board certification exam next year. (Fingers crossed!!) I develop and monitor behavior intervention programs, as well as train staff and caregivers in how to implement the principles of ABA. Yes, my job involves analyzing and modifying the behavior of kids with autism, but behavior is behavior regardless of about whom you are talking. The basic principles of behavior still apply…defining, predicting, and ultimately modifying the behavior of others through manipulation of environmental variables that either reinforce or punish specific behaviors. I could go into more, but I won’t now. Maybe in some future confessional I will give some specific examples. Look at me applying my work to my “personal life” 5. I am in one “official” alliance, meaning we have a separate group chat – it is called the Sunt Pack. It consists of Rizo, Sara, and me. We are all Sam Hunt fans, hence the “Sunt Pack.” The following points are about my fellow tribemates. I’m glad I waited until today to share my opinions, because they have definitely changed since we competed in the immunity challenge! 6. AnnMarie – Very sweet high school girl. I am in an unofficial alliance with her and Sara that Sara doesn’t know about yet called “CP” – Clarinet Pride. (EDIT – she knows about it now because I just made a group chat) AnnMarie currently plays clarinet in her school band and Sara and I played clarinet when we were in school. My only concern about AnnMarie is that she can’t have her phone on her during the school day. We were able to work around it in the challenge today, but I don’t know how this will affect future challenges; however, it might be beneficial later on when the game is individual. For now, I am trying to be a “mother” type figure to her…giving her advice about after graduating high school. I feel that we have bonded over this. 7. Chris – Awesome guy! He is in the unofficial majority alliance (that I hope is the only majority alliance haha) with AnnMarie, Liam, Sara, and Rizo. We’ve had some cool chats. I think we would get along well in real life. 8. Liam – The Dom to my Colin. Very cool chap. Wicked conversation – had a very riveting discussion about how accounting and philosophy majors are so similar. Clearly. But seriously. In the unofficial majority alliance. 9. Sara – my fellow OLD LADY. We have a lot in common because we are about the same age, and we graduated high school the same year. We also both like country music. Seemed kind of quiet when we did a group audio/video chat. SARA IS ON MY LIST OF PEOPLE TO GET OUT. As much as I love a fellow Grandma, I will figure out how to get her out of the game, if not by my hands directly. In the unofficial majority alliance. 10. Kyle – He was the last person that I talked to. I definitely had the wrong impression of him before our audio/video chat during the challenge. Seems like a pretty chill dude. Plus he has lots of adorable pets. But, HE IS ALSO ON MY LIST OF PEOPLE TO GET OUT! He seems pretty savy, so might not be the worst move near the end of the pre-merge. 11. Steven – Not much to say – haven’t talked to him very much in individual chat. Seems nice enough. I need to get to know him better, but HE IS ALSO ON MY LIST. So, whatevs. (In all seriousness though, I’m sure he is lovely and I would love to get to know him!!!!) 12. Rizo – My brother from another mother! Puns puns puns across the board! Dad jokes FTW. Need I say more? I need to make this gentleman my ride or die. And then slay him in the finals. Then be BFFs after. In the unofficial majority alliance. 13. Tim – He was another one that I think I was wrong about. I make one incorrect Harry Potter reference, trying to be all smart…BUT I think we bonded over the challenge. In the audio/video chat, we nerded out over our Survivor fandom and strategy for the challenge. So I may have been wrong about him. 14. Okay, this is long. Is that normal? I have no idea. I’m new to this. I am SO THANKFUL to now be a part of this community. I cannot tell you how refreshing it is to be able to make a reference to a past season and have other people actually know what I am talking about. That’s all for now! 

Coming into this game I honestly expected to know a few people..or have at least seen them around but I didn't (with the exception of Tawni but I don't know her well). I love that. When you start fresh, nobody can judge you based off previous experience. Observing and picking up things about strangers is literally one of the most fun aspects of games to me. I got the best vibes at the very beginning from Rizo/Gwen/Liam and also Tim...but could tell right from the get go that Gwen is a THREAT! Women's intuition. The comp just confirmed it further. I pray to the Survivor gods that others aren't blinded and realize this! I could tell before any alliance was even made that she was close with Chris too and probably closer with Rizo then I am. Being in 3 different alliances with her is inch resting. She's playing hard and to win! But anywayyyyys..had we lost, I figured Steven might be an easy first boot because he was just rather quiet and kept to himself...but then he SHOWED UP at the end of that comp and finally started initiating Convo with me and not the other way around. So when we lose..whos an easy vote? Idk. Pretty sure the answer is nobody! And then there's Kyle.... I didn't really give him a second thought until we went on group call and then played in the comp. He's just so chill and laid back and those are the people I like working with. I don't like pushy players and I don't like sheep and he's neither of those so I'm hoping that we can stick together for a long while. He's also fun to hassle so. Yeah um...this confessional is getting really long so I'll stop ranting for a while...though I have plenty to say. *Giggle*

so zach thinks he has a solid six alliance but....that's not gonna happen sweetie. he is such a easy target and one of the three on my list so ya gotta go. :)

Zach LITERally went to everyone in the house day 1 and asked to work with them after 2 words to eachother. Since i wasn’t buying it, we made an alliance called Solid Six 😳🤢 and he wants me out. Newsflash bitch, i made and alliance and everyone wants HIM out. The Sanes Ones about to win the season. I knew Tawni before this. Noah is a little crackhead-y but I think he is loyal to me. Dylan is such a sweetheart and i love him. And Amy... well... she plays pokemon?ANYWAYS, can’t wait for my first survivor tribal EVER

Going into tribal tonight I have no worries at all, I’m sitting comfortable in The Cock Destroyers alliance and we will be running the game until a tribe swap or until we merge. To the elimination tonight I don’t really want Zach to go since in my eyes he’s Gypsy Rose aka helpless in this game. Something else I’ve noticed there is a lot of gay guys on this tribe and I have one thing to say Only One Faggot Will Win and that me 😘

We are about to head in to tribal and honestly, there hasn't been much gameplay going on. I am voting for Cheatham because he is one of my three targets, and he hasn't spoken a single word to me about working with me. Of course there is a chance that I am just oblivious to everyone else and that I am going home, but I really hope that's not the case.

8 votes Zach, 1 vote Cheatham.