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qqueenofhades · 3 years

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It's so good to have you back! I actually went and got myself a tumblr account in the meantime, so now I can properly follow you instead of just lurking anonymously 😄 Don't have an actual prompt for you, although I saw that you've been watching shadow and bone, and I'd certainly love to read anything you write about those guys if you happen to feel like it 😇 In any case, welcome back, and it's great to hear that things are looking up for you ❤

Haha, thanks! Since you didn’t specify a prompt, and because people seem very excited about this Helnik modern AU that is, to nobody’s surprise, becoming a full-length fic, I will give you an excerpt from chapter one for Important Reasons.

Nina boots up the secured OS, opens Tor, and navigates to a secured messaging site, accessed via a one-time key that will deactivate when used (another one of Jesper’s inventions) and randomly generate a new encryption code that she has to access elsewhere. The Crows have gotten very good at not putting all their eggs in one basket, but when you run a successful grey-hat hacktivist collective that has made a specialty out of pissing off powerful people (including in this very country), it’s a necessary fact of life. There are five of them: Nina herself, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, and the boss, Kaz Brekker. It took a long time for them to reveal real names; for the first few years, they communicated only under pseudonyms. Nina is “Heartrender.” Inej is “Wraith.” Jesper is “Sharpshooter,” and Wylan is “Runaway.” As for Kaz, their mysterious, mercurial man-in-charge who was teaching himself C#, Java, and VBScript at twelve, running Nazi-doxxing ops with Anonymous and Bellingcat at sixteen, and establishing himself as the head of his own feared gang of cyber-criminals at eighteen, he’s “Dirtyhands” or sometimes simply “The Bastard.” The epithet is apt. You don’t survive in this life by making friends or trusting your enemies, and Kaz has a knack for not doing either. Not that Nina’s about to complain. God knows, especially now, she could use a little ruthlessness.

She signs onto the Crows’ dedicated chat channel and sends an innocuous-looking phrase about bad weather which actually means, “I am in deep shit and need to talk to someone right now.” Then she waits, staring at the screen, wondering how long it’ll take to be answered. Kaz and Inej are currently based in Amsterdam, an hour behind, which isn’t too bad. They’re probably awake, not least since neither of them keep a remotely standard schedule, but there are any number of other things they could be doing, most of which are flagrantly illegal. But it’s only ten minutes or so until Nina’s notifications ping, and a message pops up:

Wraith: I’ll call you. Give me a couple min.

Heartrender: Primary phone got snatched. Use burner.

Wraith: Oh shit. Nvm. Calling now.

With that, it’s no more than a few seconds until Nina’s burner phone starts buzzing, she fumbles a little as she grabs it, and tucks it under her ear. “Inej?”

“Nina?” Her best friend sounds understandably worried. “Are you all right? What’s going on?”

“I – ” Nina’s relatively sure that the FSB doesn’t have a fix on this crappy throwaway phone, since she changes the SIM card every month, gets a new number, and otherwise does her best to make sure they don’t, but deeply ingrained habits are not easily shaken. She shoots a glance at the door, making sure her parents aren’t listening. Finally, having been assured that this call is as free of outside interference as can ever be assured in the modern world, she says, “I got busted last night. Big time. They meant business.” There’s a quaver in her voice. She chokes it down.

“Oh Nina, no. Did they hurt you?”

“No, but they – like I said, they were not screwing around. They openly threatened to send me to IK-2 if I kept doing my stuff, and – I’m not giving up. You know I’m not. But it might… it might be time to get out of Russia for a while.”

“Where are you now? Are you safe?”

“At my parents’ house. My backup gear is here. But there’s no way I can work here. They don’t know the half of it, and if they did, they would hit the roof. I don’t have anywhere else I can think of, and…” Nina trails off. “Is there any way I can come to Amsterdam with you?”

“I don’t know.” Inej is clearly thinking hard. “The Crows aren’t exactly a registered company that can offer you a work visa. Kaz is Dutch, obviously, but he could probably only sponsor you for permanent settlement if he married you, and I doubt you want that – ”

“I doubt you want it either – ”

“I have right to remain, at least until Brexit goes through,” Inej says, evidently deciding to power right on past that comment and pretend she didn’t hear it. She and Kaz might be living together, and obviously devoted to each other, but they’re still not yet at the “actual relationship” stage of things, and for all Nina knows, they might never be. “Unless – wait.”

“What?”

“I was joking about Kaz marrying you,” Inej says slowly. “But what if it’s not such a bad idea?”

“What? No. I am not marrying Kaz!”

“Not him,” Inej says. “Someone else. Someone with a non-Russian passport who could theoretically get you out of there. It would be hard, and we’d have to do some work to make the relationship look real, but Jesper could help with whatever we needed forged. Have we ever mentioned Matthias Helvar to you?”

“Matthias who?”

“I’ll take that as a no. He’s another one of Kaz’s… contacts. Norwegian. We helped him get out of jail a year ago, and he owes us a big favor. He’s also stupidly honorable, unattached, and probably pathologically unable to resist helping a lady in distress.” To Nina’s horror or her hope, Inej sounds like she is actually considering this. “If he married you, he might – ”

“If he what? He was in jail?” Nina is aghast. “So he’s a criminal?”

“You know,” Inej says, bone-dry. “We’re all criminals.”

“Yes, but if he was in jail, that means he got caught, and that means he’s a stupid criminal. I could marry a criminal, but I draw the line at a stupid criminal.”

“He wasn’t – it was complicated.” Inej’s tone portends a very long story they definitely do not have time to get into. “Anyway, Kaz helped get him out, and he lives in Oslo now. You could do a lot worse than Norwegian spousal citizenship.”

“This is insane,” Nina says weakly. “Is he ugly? He must be ugly.”

“Really.” Despite the gravity of the situation, Inej is definitely trying not to laugh. “That’s your objection? For the record, no. He’s not ugly. He’s just your type.”

“Oh. Oh, like that’s any better. He can’t possibly be my type. Inej – ”

“Look,” Inej interrupts. “Do you want to get arrested or not?”

“No,” Nina says meekly. “No, I really don’t.”

“So should I ask him?”

This is nuts. This is nuts this is nuts this is nuts this is nuts. Especially since Nina genuinely is starting to play the idea around in her head. Just for a moment. That’s all.

“Maybe,” she says, after a very long pause. “But I am not necessarily agreeing to this.”

“Of course not.” Inej sounds annoyingly smug. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

#fic prompts #helnik #modern au #mykingdomcomeundone #ask

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indigosprite · 3 years

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Chrome Callout post.

relax this is just my love hate relationship with chromes writing and potential. spoiler, it ends with all the love... hate is only in the middle.

My absolute favorite thing in fanfics is Chromes characterization. Like we all know Chrome is completely aware that Mukuro and co need a reoccurring dose of Valium and a therapist willing to do illegal things in order to lower their sadistic points to ”kind of disturbing but tolerable”. Or at least we hope she does even though she proves to us again and again that she’s not phased by it in the slightest and might actually be just as bad. TYL and she’s still running around helping them do god knows what. She follows them on this massacre pridefully, she “believes in” them ( its sweet actually. They’re what she thinks of when Mukuro asks what she believes in and makes a young kokuyo gang.)

In fanfics when people write her to be a double edge sword it’s hilarious, and it should’ve been the character depicted in the Anime and manga instead. But I guess if she hadn’t been the quiet, breathy & compliant 14 year old people wouldn’t have morphed her into the fanon I enjoy now. Here’s some stuff i love and HC abt Chrome and the things I absolutely hated.

1. When she actually speaks not just when spoken to. She voices her concerns although she has no intent of not doing what’s asked of her. Who knew she could speak and still be the obedient gang member Mukuro trusts her to be. And when she does this it’s funny. She is the conscience he buries underneath disgust and amusement for chaos, but that’s not her entire character. She’s not reduced to the mom friend either because of this, she’s too passive on the matter. She indulges/Enables it just the same as Chikusa or Ken, although she knows better meanwhile the thought never occurs to them. To summarize :

she’s Brian

2. She’s unhinged and the best part is nobody knows even though it’s blatantly obvious. She may not have the same bloodlust or violent disposition as her peers but there are other ways to showcase this. To Allow Mukuro the leader of this little fearsome Five-some to possess you whenever he feels like and witness whatever horrors he decides to inflict upon someone that day means she’s accepting of literally everything he does. She never resists or expresses distaste/fear for him or anything he does. We assume she would in some capacity because she was depicted as this wide eyed innocent girl trying her best to repay the man that got her to join a gang under the guise of a found family. She quite literally signed up for guts n glory. She knew this and never had second thoughts. Mind you she doesn’t share the same hatred for the mafia as the boys, theirs is blind hatred regardless of who you are. Hers is through them, they are her looking glass rightfully so, so if they say it then their word is law. I’m not sure about you but I would definitely be mindful of the girl who was raised semi normal and willingly turned into a killer for Mukuro of all people. They’re killing adults not shaking them up, they aren’t Tsuna and his friends they finish the job when necessary. The body count is unimaginable. She is just as loyal as Ken and Chikusa and would probably strike you where you stand for speaking ill of him. (She wouldn’t but would definitely be opposed to whatever you’re saying, unless it’s name calling. He takes no offense to that and welcomes it in fact.)

3. The fact that she’s a person apart from Mukuro (physically speaking.) and the Vongola team at all is a blessing in few fics. Although she was made to stand in for Mukuro, when he is released it’s not necessary hence him pushing her to be apart from him and his duties. He did this in the future as well when he possessed Guidio Greco no longer using chrome which lets us know she was successful in becoming a useful comrade and not just a vessel and vongola stand in. She had to otherwise he would’ve left her alone whether she was keeping his Vongola ring warm or not. She is just as aloof as Hibari, always off with her own people only engaging when it’s asked of her. I adore when people keep that in mind and don’t lump her with following behind the vongola as if she were one of them. She shows up for them when asked but her main focus is ultimately committing felonies with Ken and Chikusa per Mukuro’s orders. let her be with the kokuyo gang and let her contribute in the way she’s meant to as a fighter. figure her out give her something cool

ik that’s hard considering what we got in the manga. warning things i hate ahead

what we got in the Anime and Manga:

so we know Chromes entire purpose was to be Rokudo Mukuro’s stand in, while holding the Vongola ring he soon takes back she is just the girl that is able to get him to come fight their battles when necessary. The Anime and Manga rarely let Chrome fend for herself. We all knew he was coming the second it got serious. By giving chrome that ring she ended up being the one thing to keep him loyal to his contract with being their guardian. If she’s in danger he comes and saves her, the Vongola put her in danger because he will show up and do his job it’s like a rat trap. She is not meant to be a Vongola guardian but more like a Mukuro whistle. They never openly admit it but in the show they will expect/ask her to do things that her track record doesn’t imply she can do and just silently expect Mukuro to show up like always. SKSJDWDN they’ll be like “oh yeah call the girl who passed out and all her organs disappeared I believe in her to do this job even though i’ve never seen her make it to the end of a fight ever not worried at all” sksksjjd They never actually expect chrome to do a job they expect her to go there and manage to get Mukuro to come out and play and we should acknowledge it was just an unspoken thing. Now I know that despite what I just implied about her not being that great a fighter but just good enough there are two comments made in all 400 chapters that are supposed to negate this.

Mammon says her illusions are powerful just not enough to fool him , and reborn says she could turn the tide if she were to fight against Mukuro but with confidence, these mean nothing to me because amano throws in so many useless comments like this and then fails to develop it further to make it believable. and she made powerful characters make note of this so it would be non negotiable and we would just take it at face value because its them but hello ?? ofc we want to see it just like we had to see Tsuna grow before we even considered taking him seriously. hell Dino got a quicker rise to his title than chrome bc its that easy to say oh he can come into his own when needed they just never meant to do it for chrome.

it’s so irritating when they try to say she’s powerful or could be but give no actual footing for anyone to take those comments seriously when they make her pass out for thirty chapters after doing the bare minimum.

let chrome win on her own not just start strong then step out of the way then have some character say “no really she could be powerful we aren’t going to show you though” .

when she helped them sneak in the base on her own and even makes those illusions of them fighting we should have gotten more of that!!!

literally every character is fighting the funeral wreaths and chrome is running in the woods out of breath...even Lambo got to fight.

you made her sit out of the rep battle to focus on making organs like that wasn’t something she already accomplished in the future and suddenly can’t do anymore ?.....

Chrome finally makes one fighting decision and its to make a mist forcefield that’s dangerous but hell yeah we think she will finally pull through with something powerful and prove herself and then they have mukuro come in a panel later saying “your flames are far too weak to do that I will make it better and help you not die” BYE that was a perfect time to have her come in to her own seeing as she was powerful and confident enough to initiate it in the first place.

breaking the barrier daemon spade makes * chefs kiss * give me more

when they’re not blindly robbing chrome of character development she’s just getting kidnapped, passing out or helping them with small things like making a fake Yamamoto for a party or sneaking in the base with illusions to disguise them. Hello she’s training under mukuro right ??? why did we ever get to see her get stronger each fight and have them say ‘she’s learning quick” instead.

enough abt what we got, back to what I’ve managed to make out of the scraps we were given..

4. Mukuro is the only one who reassures that she actually is a fighter and she eventually grows to be a good one bc of this and you should write about that dynamic and why it exists more. this one is long.

the whole dynamic I was referring to exploring is the one where Mukuro and chrome are meant to be equals. He meets this girl whose been neglected and left for dead, another kid messed up by adults neglectful selfish behavior. she willingly follows the boy who is plagued by the same demons and made a small group dedicated to getting revenge for it. Mukuro & Chrome know they’re two sides of the same coin. he is anger and she is acceptance. He probably finds it amusing she isn’t as angry as them wants to draw it out of her where as chrome wants to pull out the peace that comes with moving on once you’re in a better place. the girl is so happy to not be near her mom and grateful for this little family while the boys are quite literally holding a grudge against the world. and like none of them even see it the way she does but she wants them to. Mukuro and chrome didn’t go through the same things but it doesn’t matter to either of them because its the same story, nobody loved or valued them enough to protect them. In the end chrome will learn to be angry abt things that happen and use that to find a will to fight for something and Mukuro will learn to be at peace because they’re not in that lab anymore and those people are gone from their life. as fighters they’re so important to each others balance Mukuro’s rage cannot be left to be so blind and hers unattended and i know it’s supposed to be Tsuna that cleans his soul but i think chrome definitely plays a more active role in that. I think he sees a better him in her, he makes her his second gives her his name because she’s the good he knows he can never fully be. she posses a peace he’s not hopeful enough to believe he can achieve or want and ultimately it will make her far more capable of the change he wants. in believing this it means he also believes she will be just as powerful as him with the right training. he’s literally training his demise and her name is Chrome. he wont take over a (mafia) world he wants her to save. we all know he’s like annoyingly stupid when it comes to showing his emotions, he rather pretend he’s sending you to die when he’s quite literally ushering you to what he thinks is safe and sacrificing himself. so I can totally see him being like “okay Tsuna might really change the mafia and I want to see that but I've already dug my own grave here's a better newer me that will be way easier to accept than me turning over a new leaf 40 dead families later.”

5. in the future Hibari is much more happy to help and be around because he knows what a powerful fighter Tsuna turns out to be, i think this is the exact same reason why he goes and helps chrome save herself. Kyoya knows and possibly even respects future chrome enough to save her when she’s at her weakest which he usually detests. Chrome grows to be much more in the future and that’s exactly why he even gives this sick chrome a push. everyone likes to think it’s a Mukuro thing for him but what if it actually is a chrome thing. in the show he’s never been present to witness her show any kind of power so we can only assume that at some point he saw her in action.

6. it’s implied in the future that Mukuro fights alongside her, he views her as more than just a vessel and doesn’t baby her in the slightest when he pushes her to become her own being. I won’t call it respect per say but he doesn’t look at her as a doll even though that’s the part she played for him. He still trains her the way he eventually does Fran. We all know he just wants Mini Mukuros to aid him in his endeavors but the fact that he chooses her says a lot about how she’s meant to be viewed. He also chooses a nine year old brat with an apple hat but hey he must see something everyone else doesn’t until he’s done with them seeing as Fran was kidnapped by the freaking Varia once Mukuro’s teachings were for the most part implemented. “Oh you learned under Mukuro ? We can’t have Mukuro you need to join us immediately” (I’ve just realized Mukuro gave the vongola their strongest mist guardians all while claiming to hate them. Funny man). imagine how powerful Chrome gets, even better when Mukuro is actually there in the flesh to teach her where as Fran got some illusionary version of him. WRITE ABOUT IT.

7. for the love of god give that girl her own fighting style. yamamoto has his sword gokudera is literally baby genius ryohei is a boxer and hibari has like the most random weapon ever. go crazy. i love it when chrome isn’t pulling a trident from her bag. because she’s not mukuro anymore. she’s a reticent mist guardian, compliment that. Mukuros trident has his own history with him. give her some history of her own.

in my fic Chrome uses a scythe and tears through reality with it.

reason: because she is a grim reaper in her own right. she rose from the dead and is showing up to collect the souls of the wicked. a silent but fearsome person.

her style ? : personally I like to believe chrome dabbles in profiling, hear me out. Her parents were neglectful and in turn she really has little experience with relationships in general, i think her curiosity would lead her to constantly study peoples relationships and behaviors and see how they affect her target. aka she fights by showing up getting in your head and haunting you with your own past because even if they see through it damn what a nasty wound or insecurity to bring up in the form of a hell loop illusion. this also ties into her being Mukuro 2.0 he’s known to just be eerily in the know of everything going on even when he’s not there. this would be a great way of her matching that aspect of him and possibly surpassing it.

#THIS WAS SO LONG #But worth it #im so excited about writing chrome rn thanks for letting me rant #fic talk #chrome dokuro #khr #khr headcanons #SpriteLand #SpriteRot

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ikenbar · 3 years

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT5

Warnings: More Angst with Vickiboi, some aggravated swears, blood, plot thick enough to make Niki Manaj jealous, sass from Ike, and the all important cliFFHANGER!! :D

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, three, and four can be found here!)

Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D

And an additional note in the previous part of chapter four part three here! (I promise these notes are important)

Chapter four:

Part five:

I backed away from the box slowly, mind racing. Of course the unmarked box was from the man who wants to kill me! Who else would it be from?! Even Sam marks his boxes with cute pictures! That man also knew where I lived! I’ve seen the pictures that he played out in the warehouse! But…

I whipped my head around to face my windows. How could he have known which door was mine?! Those pictures were taken outside of my apartment... unless… he had already been here before.

“Ike.”

I kept my focus on the windows, avoiding Victor’s call as my mind raced to places out of my control. “Is everything ok?” Victor continued to ask, despite my continued silence. I couldn’t muster the energy to put on a face for him. My mind only filled with thoughts of catastrophe. What if he was listening?! What if he had the place rigged with mics or cameras while I was away?! What if he had gotten in?!...

What if he was still here?

“Victor, get out.” I finally found my voice. It’s hoarseness barely made it audible but I didn’t have the time to correct myself.

“What?” Victor’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke seriously, “Why? What is it?”

“N-nothing.” My lies were far from convincing as my lips trembled slightly in fear, “I-I just… Don’t feel good and need to lie down. I don’t need you here for-” I felt a hand on my arm. I jumped back and grabbed it quickly. Victor grunted and folded into my grip.

“Ike.” Victor growled, taking his other hand and squeezing mine, “Not so hard!” I quickly let go of him.

“I’m sorry!” I quickly said, reaching out to him again, “I didn’t- You were-... I-”

“It’s fine.” Victor put his hands on mine, closing them into his palms, “I’m ok. Just... tell me what’s going on.” My beating heart pushed uncomfortably against my chest. I tightened my balled fists in Victor’s hands and looked worryingly around the room. I had to get Victor out of there. He could still be there.

“Ike.” Victor reached out and grabbed my upper arms, holding me strongly and securely, “Breathe.” I shook my head and looked up at him. Contrary to the look of confusion and worry in his eyes, Victor’s expression was firm, and steady. I felt the warmth from his hands push through my shirt. Slowly, my breathing became more and more controllable. Thoughts of logic and calmness slowly started drifting through the chaos I had previously filling my head. Of course he isn’t still here. I am on the third floor. Even if he had planned to corner me on my own, I was nearly healed and could have taken him on. Besides, why place a package at my door when he was already inside? He obviously sent the package to throw me for a loop. He didn’t even have a camera in the box to film my reaction. So he didn’t care how I reacte-… Unless…

He had other means of recording me in my apartment.

I looked around the room again. This time looking for objects that seemed out of place. Victor’s grim loosened on my arms. “Feeling better?” He asked, trying to meet my eyes.

“...Yeah.” My voice trailed slightly as I only half paid attention to what he was saying.

“Can you think rationally now?”

“Yeah.”

“Great... Do you still want me to leave?”

“Yup.” I finally looked back to Victor. I grabbed his arm and started dragging him to the door.

“What?” Victor scoffed, “Why?”

“I’ve got some redecorating to do.” I reached for the door knob but was pulled away from it as Victor wrenched his arm from me, throwing me back slightly. I looked up at him, meeting his serious eyes.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Victor’s composure was gradually being replaced with impatience as he glared at me.

“It means I what I want it to mean.” I reached for Victor again. He promptly dodged me.

“Would you quit being so cryptic? You’ll waste less time by just telling me what’s going on!”

“Why do you care!?” I snapped, my eyebrows falling into a glare, “This is my apartment, my rules. If I want you out, you get out.”

“Not until you tell me what made you panic so much.”

“Victor-”

“Ike,” Victor’s voice boomed over mine as he took an assertive step closer to me, “Whatever secret you’re hiding is not worth your life! I am trying to help you! Can’t you see that?!”

“I don’t need-” I begun, but Victor silenced me with another step closer to me.

“I can’t sit idly by as you destroy yourself over this. It doesn’t matter what it is, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

“No I don’t.” I took my own step forward, prodding Victor with an aggressive finger, “You don’t know what you are getting into by asking me this. This isn’t some lame date, Victor. This is serious.”

“Serious how?” Victor pried.

“Serious-ly not your problem.” I snapped, feeling a familiar burn welling in my chest.

“It shouldn’t be yours to bare on your own.”

“Victor, there is a reason why it has to be that way!”

“What is it, Ike?! What on earth could make you keep this to your-”

“I’m being targeted, Victor!”

Unable to take it any longer, the words I worked so hard to keep to myself came spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them. Water quickly flooded my eyes. I snapped them shut and threw my head to the ground. I squeezed my hands together in a tight fist, trying to calm my anxious heart.

“What?!” Victor breathily asked. I shook my head and held a shaky hand up to my face. “Ike, what-”

I cut Victor off by grabbing his shirt. With the strength of my evol, I dragged him to the door, opened it, and threw him out. Victor fell backwards and banged his head directly on Gavin’s door. He winced and reached quickly to hold the back of his head. I cringed but had no time for apologies. I picked up his shoes and tossed them on to his lap. “I’ll see you on Monday.” I deadpanned as I grabbed the door.

“Wait-” Victor reached out to stop me but I had already thrown the door shut.

Once I had shut Victor out, I ran right to the windows and closed the blinds. Then I got to work. Soon the sounds of the glass shattering, wood splintering, and the pounding of an obsessive knocker became something of a distant memory as I threw all of my concentration into finding something. Anything. I turned my apartment inside out and found… nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I slid down the wall of my apartment. With my eyes half lidded, I looked around at the mess I had created. The apartment that I tried so hard to keep homely was in complete disarray. Broken glass, fluff, fabric, and flipped furniture littered the apartment, leaving nearly no sign of the hardwood floor under it.

I sighed heavily and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or angry that I hadn’t found anything. That man made me go crazy. Crazy enough to second guess the safety of my own home.

The sound of a liquid dripping onto hardwood permeated my hearing. I looked down next to me. Blood soaked through my shirt and had begun spilling onto the floor, drenching one of the only places my floor shone through. I groaned. I’d likely reopened my wound with the excessive force that I had used and would have to start back to square one with it. I sighed and pulled off my shirt. There goes my security deposit. Blood is a bitch to get out of hardwood. I gathered my shirt up and wrapped it around my wound. I leaned back against the wall and stared blankly ahead, prepared to stay like that until I thought of a new plan or bled to death trying.

Something shone from the corner of the room. I lazily looked over to it. The glimmer came from something green under my couch. Curious, I stood up and walked over to it. Lifting the couch with one hand, I looked down at the object.

It was the mask.

A large crack ran down the upper left part of it but the mask, stopping at the scarab in the middle of it’s forehead. The scarab itself looked unscathed, shining the same way it always had.

I threw the couch aside and carefully picked up the mask, staring at it intently. I had felt so many emotions while I was tearing everything apart. Anger, anxiety, pain, regret, but, in that moment, I felt practically nothing. All I could do was recall all the events that led up to that moment. From the hitman, to the warehouse, to my company… it all started with this mask. This one mask threw everything I thought I knew out the window…

...and now, I have that mask in my hand.

I shifted the mask in my hands examining it closely. He had given me the thing that had brought everything together. Whether he did it on purpose or not, I had something that connected to the case. Something I can examine.

The man targeting me had given me evidence.

I brought the mask closer to my face, inspecting every detail of it. The mask itself was incredibly undetailed. With a velvet finish, it mainly looked like a background to the main attraction, the green scarab in the middle of the forehead. It didn’t look like cheap plastic nor did it look expensive. It looked like a type of hard, scratch proof glass. Glass that shimmered brighter than any diamond I had ever seen.

I hummed to myself in thought. The scarab had to mean something. And the term, Operation Montu. There had to be something connected there. I knew scarabs had something to do with Egyptian culture, but what of it? Who do I know that would know anything about that subject? Instantly, a name flashed in my mind.

I quickly ran to my landline I had tossed aside when I rummaged through my bedside table. After an easy reassembling, I was able to hear a dial tone. I nodded and looked around until my eyes landed on my phone book laying sprawled open on the floor. I quickly picked it up and flipped through it. After I had found the right number, I punched it in quickly and held the phone up to my ear. After a couple of rings, the line was picked up.

“Historic Animated Adventures Hotline. This is Christopher speaking.”

“Chris, it’s Ike.” I breathed a sigh of relief when my older brother picked up, “I have a question for you.”

“Ikie!” Chris’ usual happy tone sprung over the receiver, clashing dramatically with the anxiety still lingering in my stomach, “I’m glad you called. I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up today. Things have gotten busy and-”

“Don’t worry about it.” I rubbed my eyes in annoyance, “I got a ride from... a coworker- Listen. I have a question for you. About Egyptian culture.”

“Oo, what a way to pull me from work!” Chris excitedly mused, “Hit me!”

“What does the scarab represent?”

“Immortality, resurrection, and transformation.” Chris said quickly, as if I was quizzing him on some sort of tv show.

I hummed to myself in thought, “Alright… and one more thing. Does the name Montu have anything to do with Egyptian culture as well?”

“Yes! He’s the Egyptian God of war. He is the embodiment of the scorching of the sun by the sun God, Ra. Some believe that, because of an association with raging bulls, that he manifested himself as a man with a bull head!”

I hummed and pondered to myself quietly, I knew it! But, what could I have done to anger the Egyptian god of war?

“Now, it’s my turn to ask a question.” Chris said in a slightly teasing tone, “Why the sudden interest in Egyptian culture?”

“Just… preparing for a new show.” I lied as I looked around my room again, an idea coming to mind, “Bart had this idea where some lady disturbs a god in his sleep. He mentioned the name Montu but I had no idea who he was. Thanks, Chris. I’ll let you get back to work.”

“No! Don’t let me go back!” Chris whined, “Hey! Do you need a consultant for the show?? I’d be more than happy to take the job!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” My voice trailed off the more I spoke, “I’ve got to go, Chris. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright.” Chris sighed, “Later!”

I hung up the phone and tossed it aside. I quickly walked over to my bookshelves, now stripped of books, and reached behind it. A large, rolling, whiteboard slipped out easily sending loose papers to my already messy floor. Familiar chicken scratch and pictures met my vision as I pulled the board completely away from the shelf.

The last time I had brought that board out was when I was a bounty hunter and I was targeting the Fozzy family, a family of mobsters that had been controlling a small, broken part of Loveland. I was able to find and capture the last member before my retirement and, with no other place to put the files, shoved everything behind my bookshelf, never to be seen again. Until now.

I ripped the remaining photos off of the board carelessly and threw them on my bed, which was upside down and sliding down against a wall. I used my hand to wipe the writings and long awaited discoveries like it was nothing. I took a magnet with a protruding front and hung the mask right in the middle of the board. Satisfied, I went to my bookshelf and squatted to the bottom drawers. With the doors already thrown carelessly open, I reached to the back and pulled away a fake backing, revealing a small secret compartment that only I knew existed. I used that compartment to keep the incriminating details of any case I had been working on. Just in case my apartment got broken into and my plans had been found out. I had also tucked away the last of my bounty hunting gear there.

Keeping that in mind, I reached for the box of dry erase markers and pulled it out. The Fozzy Case file flopped over, disturbing the layer of dust around it and coating the gear and weapons around it. I waved away the dust from my face and secured the fake wall back into place. After making sure that it’s placement would go unnoticed, I walked back to the white board and popped the top off of one of my pens. Reaching for the top of the board, I wrote in big bold letters,

“WHO IS MONTU?”

Then I got to work.

>>>

I had spent the rest of the weekend with my eyes glued to that white board. Only stopping to eat, clean my wound, or to clean my apartment. But never once had my mind wandered from the case. People had called and come to my apartment to check on me, only to be shooed away as I dismissed them at the door, telling them I was alright and that I couldn’t chat because of an nonexistent headache. Sam was the one who tried the hardest to come and see me, calling me continuously and stopping by with treats and movies to watch together. I waved him away, not wanting him to see what had become of my apartment. Or more, what had become of me.

Victor had made no attempt to make contact with me since the day I had thrown him out. The food that he had left me with still sat in my fridge, untouched and ignored, along with his still rotting pudding.

I tried not to think about how aggressive I had been to him that day, snapping back to him the way I had and literally throwing him out of my apartment. I never wanted him to get hurt but, in protecting him, I ended up being the one hurting him. It was for his own good though. One day, he’d thank me.

I stood at my place in front of the whiteboard, reading over what I had written for the thousandth time that weekend. I had taped the ‘Get well soon’ card, the copies of photos and testimonies that Gavin had supplied to me beforehand, and written what I had found out from Chris on to the board. It was neatly organized with facts and evidence. But it was still empty of proof or suspects that might give me a lead. I had only pieced together what I knew and I really didn’t know anything. I especially didn’t know why this Montu was targeting me, or how he knew me in the first place. He knew me well enough to throw a bomb at my place of work, send a package at my home address, take pictures of me in hidden places, and map out every route I took. How did he get that information? What had I done to make him angry? And why did he choose me? For all I knew, he could have just picked me for the hell of it. But, despite all that I didn’t know, one thing was certain,

I had just spent the last three days without sleep and I had work the next day.

I sighed and flopped backwards onto my newly fixed bed and looked up at the whiteboard in dismay. “I can’t believe I actually want Montu to make a move!” I groaned, rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hands, “At least then I could learn something more about him!... Other than he is the reason I am speaking aloud to myself in an empty apartment.” I sighed and dragged my hands down my face, “At least I could take my mind off of this and back into work.” I paused my hands over my mouth. “...Oh yeah. I’d be going to my new office in LFG. I would likely be working right beside my employees, watching what they’d be doing up close. They’ll have to listen to me if I sit mere feet from them.” I sat up in bed and looked out my window. I wonder where Victor put my office…

>>>

“This is my new office?” I stood slack jawed and dismissive at the scene in front of me, “I thought my company had their own floor!”

“They do!” Goldman, who had shown me to my desk, stood smiling nervously next to me.

“Then why, of all places, do I have to work here!” I flashed a glare to Goldman, “In Victor Li’s office?!” Victor’s office hadn’t changed much from the last time I had seen it. The only thing that was different was the folding table with an expensive looking laptop and landline sitting on top of it, and a classy rolling chair behind it. Not to mention it was only-

“Ten feet away from his bleeding desk?!” I huffed, gesturing to the ugly sight before me.

“It’s what the boss wanted!” Goldman held up his hands as my voice rose, “He specifically asked for it!”

“How do you expect me to get anything done this close to-”

“This close to who?”

A voice came from behind us. I quickly whipped my head around to see Victor standing at the door with a mug of coffee in one hand and his other in his pocket. He arched his eyebrow as our eyes met. I felt my eyebrow twitch. Emotions from several days ago came flooding back to my chest. I gulped them back and faced him straight on, adjusting my posture to one of professionalism.

“To anyone.” I growled, glaring at Victor, “Victor, I have phone calls to make, meetings to conduct, a business to maintain, and you do too. We can’t rightly use the same without one being a distraction to the other.”

“Any business owner should be able to know how to maintain order in any situation they are placed in.” Victor’s cold, trained voice reverberated through the room as he strode haughtily into it, “This relocation is merely temporary. There is no need to get so worked up over it.”

I clenched my teeth together, stifling a comeback as I looked over at the scrawny folding desk. I could keep arguing with him, fighting him until I got what I wanted... but…

A wave of exhaustion hit my chest. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I really didn’t have the energy to fight with Victor. If this is where he wanted me, fine. It was only temporary after all. Besides, he really was doing a nice thing by letting my company stay in his building for the time being. The least I could do is tolerate him and go with whatever he had planned for me.

“Thank you for the new desk.” I said, moving to sit in my new chair, “I’ll try not to be a distraction to you, sir.” Victor’s movements noticeably stalled from my peripherals. I paid no mind to them as I placed my briefcase next to me and opened the laptop on my desk. I looked up at Goldman, who was still standing awkwardly in front of my desk with a look of confusion in his eyes.

“I don’t recall hiring you as my PA.” I deadpanned. Goldman jumped to attention and nodded to me.

“Right! Sorry!” He nervously chuckled. Goldman bowed then left my desk and briskly to Victor’s. I watched him leave for a moment. My original tactless tone almost seemed out of place. It really had been a while since I had been back on the job.

“What would you like me to do today boss!” Goldman asked eagerly. There was a silence. I placed my hands on top of my keyboard… then paused. I turned to look at the two men, both of which were looking at me. Victor in an emotionless stare, Goldman in a confused glance.

Once I had locked eyes with Victor, he turned to Goldman. “Bring me the day’s reports.” Victor said to Goldman. Goldman quickly obeyed Victor’s orders and quickly walked to the door. Victor turned back to me, catching my eyes before I turned them back to the computer. “You look like you’ve gotten thinner.” He said, voice noticeably lower than before, “Have you been eating right?” I felt my eyebrow twitch slightly.

“Yup.” I lied, turning back to my computer.

“Did you eat all of the food that… I advised you to eat.” Victor said carefully. I looked over to Victor then to Goldman. Goldman had paused, one hand over the door.

“Yeah.” I said, catching on to Victor’s hint, “I did.” The last thing we needed were rumors being spread about Victor and I. Sharing an office was enough. Having people know we went shopping together was going to send waves in places I couldn’t manage.

Before the conversation could go any further, the door opened and was thrust into Goldman’s face. Goldman yelped and held his nose. A familiar head appeared from the door, holding a mug in his hand and a worried expression. “Oh geez.” Minor quickly squeezed through the door and tended to Goldman, “I’m sorry, dude! I didn’t see you there!”

“No, no I’m fine!” Goldman waved him off, laughing at his own stupidity, “I shouldn't have been standing so close to the door. My apologies.”

I sighed with annoyance.

So had Victor.

We flashed each other surprised expressions. I blinked at him but quickly redirected my attention to my desk. Damn it. That was awesome.

Goldman finally left the room, allowing Minor to hold the door for him as he did so. Minor shut the door, then his eyes immediately landed on my desk. “Hey, Boss!” He beamed, walking to me with arms outstretched, “Long time no see! How are you?”

“I’m alive.” I sighed, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” Minor gave me a squinty eyed smile, “I got away from the fire with just a minor burn. And it’s all thanks to a certain someone!” Minor sung his last words, making it obvious who he was talking about. I hummed, locking my eyes on the mug in his hand.

“Is that my coffee?” I asked, a little too eagerly. Minor nodded and handed me the mug. I gladly accepted it and immediately took a swig of the drink. It burned my tongue as I drank it but I didn’t care. No amount of temperature was going to stop me from drinking that beautiful nectar of the Gods.

“Ya know,” Minor mused as he looked around the office, “When I was directed here, I almost couldn’t believe it!”

“Me neither.” I grumbled, “How is everyone doing? Are they settling in okay?”

“Yup!” Minor chimed, standing proudly in front of me, “We have all settled in with no problems!...” I arched my brow, “... Okay. Some people have complained about how cramped it is-but! It’s okay!!” Minor waved his hands frantically in defense as he flashed a worried glance to Victor, “It beats working in a combusted building!”

“I would have been fine with either.” I sighed, turning back to my computer, “After all, any business owner should be able to know how to maintain order in any situation they are placed in.” I looked over to Victor. He was taking a drink from his mug. An obvious curve hung from the corner of his lips.

Minor leaned closer to me. “You know,” he whispered, “there is an open desk next to Bart in the offices you could have.”

“Oh really?” I asked, keeping my eyes on Victor, “You don’t say.” Victor set his mug down and paid no attention to Minor and I. From the distance that I had sat from him, I could see that he had straightened up since last we met. His clothes were ironed and his hair was well kept. He looked to be that same man from our first meeting… except the bags under his eyes had deepened and his cheekbones looked sharper than usual. It was obvious that I wasn’t the only one that had lost sleep over the weekend. A wave of guilt crashed into my chest. What if I had really hurt him when I threw him out? What if he couldn’t sleep because of the pain?

I shook my head and turned back to Minor. “I’m fine here for now.” I said, hopefully quiet enough for Victor not to hear. Minor frowned at me.

“Boss.” He whispered, glaring at me, “Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for your Boss! What would Gavin say?!” A wave of heat washed through my face.

“Would you cut that out!?” I flicked Minor’s head. He yelped and stumbled backward, “Quit assuming things are happening when they aren’t!”

“You’ll have to tell Gavin that.” Minor huffed, rubbing his forehead. I glared at him. Minor waved his hands in front of his face, “Ok! Ok! I yield!” I huffed and, after making sure he meant it, straightened myself in my chair. “... So!” Minor threw his hand to his hips, positivity brimming his lips, “What’s the agenda for today, boss?” I thought for a moment.

“Get Bart.” I said, regaining my professional demeanor, “We need to discuss the progress of the new show since I have been gone. And remind Claire that she still has a report she needs to turn into me. She may have been on vacation for a few days since we last spoke but that is no excuse for a late report.” Minor nodded determinedly

“Aye aye captain!” He said with a large smile. Minor turned to leave the room. I turned to face my computer. Readying myself in front of my desk. I heard the door to the office open…

“Hey, boss?” Minor called. I looked up. He smiled kindly to me, “Thank you. For saving me.” I blinked, slightly taken aback.

“...It… was nothing you wouldn’t have done.” I said nodding to him, “You’re welcome.” Minor’s smile brightened. I cleared my throat and looked back to my computer, “We don’t have all day. Go get Bart.” Minor nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. I flashed a glance to Victor. He was still looking at the door, eyes vacant. I paid no mind to it as I looked back to my computer. After a moment of silence, Victor spoke up.

“You are well liked among your employees.”

I ignored him as I opened my email.

“I don’t think any of them blame you at all for the explosion.”

I froze.

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

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hellimagines · 5 years

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On the Run -- Tate Langdon

*My masterlist link can be found in my blog description*

Request: “Maybe u could do a tate imagine of you first entering the murder house? ik it’s a pretty basic idea but I’d like to differentiate from violet’s.” @crashprosticoot

Summary: You’re on the run from your family’s gang, and seek refuge in the infamous Murder House.

Warnings: None (i dont think)

Pairing: Tate Langdon x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,300+

A/N: This is pretty short and focuses around the reader first entering MH.

Your feet slammed against the asphalt of Westerchester Pl, the cold wind of the night whipping around your face. Every few seconds you would look over your shoulder, only to see the black Honda Civic at the end of the street racing closer and closer. Your legs burned and your heart hammered with raw adrenalin, but you couldn’t keep going. You were moments away from collapsing to a heap, and that would only result in your death, or worse, your capture. Quickly, you looked around you, hoping to find a guarded set of trees or an unoccupied home you could break into. However, all of the old-timey villas around you had cars parked outside or lights shining through kitchen and living room windows, and the street was bare of any resourceful vegetation.

The car behind you was approaching, and if you didn’t act quickly, they were going to catch you or discover your potential hiding spot. You pushed yourself further and faster, your lungs threatening to throw themselves out of your body at any given moment. Up ahead you knew there was a mansion, a home that had been unoccupied for years because of its history of horrors. Growing up in Los Angeles, you had been warned to stay away and off the property at whatever cost, regardless of threats or dares you may have received as a child. But now, with your life and freedom moments from being snatched away, all of those warnings left your mind.

Hurling yourself down the road, the large, rusty iron gates of Murder House came into view, beckoning and whispering a promise of protection. You threw yourself at the gate, trembling fingers gripping the metal to pull yourself up. Your shoes molded against the bars, pushing to help aid with your escape- until finally, you were toppling over the top of the gate and landing in a crumpled pile on the other side. You laid there for a moment, pushing away the pain of your fall, before stumbling to your feet and dashing towards the front door. Kneeling in front of the door, you pulled a bobby pin from your ponytail and began to shove it through the lock, only for the door to swing open the second you had touched the doorknob. As if pulled by an invisible force, you found yourself hurrying inside and slamming the door shut behind you, resting your aching back against the wood. Outside, you could hear the car race by, ignoring the house completely in its search for you.

Only when you could no longer hear the car’s engine or the shouts of its occupants, did you allow yourself to exhale and slide to the floor. Your breathing was shallow and ragged, your bloody fingers holding your aching ribs as you curled into yourself on the dusty ground. All you could hear was the sound of blood pumping in your ears and the ‘ah-hu’ of your panicked breaths. Black began to seep into your vision, dancing and luring you into a state of unconsciousness. Just as your eyes began to slip shut, a pair of maroon converse stepped out in front of you, but you no longer held enough energy to lift your head. You whimpered softly before grasping ahold of the darkness and allowing it to pull you in, your body falling limp as you finally let go.

Hours later you slowly woke up, squinting at the harsh light peeking through a set of blinds. You looked around, expecting to find yourself on the foyer floor where you had promptly passed out. Instead, you discovered yourself on a plush bed, its greenish-grey comforter wrapped snugly around you and the lilac pillows fluffed underneath your head. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, wincing at the pain that ricocheted through your body, while you observed the room. Books and records lined a shelf against the wall, while a desk sat to the side, covered in random items. The room seemed untouched but also lived-in, at the same time.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you stumbled to the door and creaked it open, looking down the vacant hallway. Easing yourself outside, you used the walls to support you through the home, carefully making your way down the stairs. You figured somebody had to be living here considering you had awoken in an entirely different place than you had fallen asleep at. So, once you made it back to the foyer, you tilted your head in an attempt to try and scope out any noises to help guide you towards a sign of life.

Click!

Your body tensed at the sudden noise and your feet began pulling you in the direction it had come from, leading you to an office-type living room. Inside stood a guy around your age, a cigarette held between his lips as he peered out the window. He was wearing a tight, black sweater, ripped jeans, and his feet were clad in a ratty pair of maroon converse.

“You,” you whispered, startling the boy in front of you. He turned around and you immediately noticed bullet holes covering his shirt, before you shifted your gaze up to his face. Woah, he’s really hot.

“You passed out in front of my door, so I uh… I brought you to my room. I hope you don’t mind,” the boy stumbled, looking into your (e/c) eyes with a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and curiosity.

You tilted your head to the side, awkwardly running your hand up your side to soothe your aching ribs. “Who are you?”

“My name’s Tate, I live here. Who are you?”

“I’m (Y/N). I thought this place was abandoned? You know, being called Murder House and all,” you said, waving your hand around vaguely.

Tate paused, “It is. I live here but I’m not… alive here.”

“You mean you’re dead?” You raised an eyebrow at his implication and crossed your arms, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from wincing.

“Yeah, I’m a ghost,” he sighed, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and snubbing it out on the wall. “Died in ‘94.”

“Is that why you’ve got bullet holes in your shirt?” You pointed to his shirt and laughed quietly.

Tate looked down at your comment, his lips twitching. “Yup, I got shot by an army of feds.”

The room fell silent for a moment after that, the two of you simply analyzing the other. Tate finally spoke again after a minute, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down to cover his hands. “Are you gonna stay?”

You were taken off guard by his question but thought it over in your head. The gang you had run from was still hot on your ass, no doubt about that; and you were still wanted by the police because of your gang-affiliated crimes. But, on the other hand, you didn’t have the money to pay for a house, let alone a mansion.

“I’m broke,” you settled on, biting your lip. “If I had the money, yeah, I would. I’m on the run and if I get caught I’ll be fucked. This is a good hiding spot. But-”

“Just don’t tell anyone. Nobody comes to check in on this place, we haven’t seen a living soul in years. There isn’t even a For Sale sign out front,” Tate explained, his voice teetering on the edge of desperation. He was begging for you to stay at the house, to stay with him.

“I…” you trailed off, looking into his blue eyes before you sighed. “Yeah, alright. I can stick around for a while. But I can’t guarantee forever.”

A grin spread across Tate’s face as he took a step closer. “That’s fine by me.”

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For UK high school/sixth-formers really struggling with misophonia who want help:

If misophonia is a major problem for you in class/exams, there is hope. Long post!

Personal story, you can skip:

My first-year college exam went terribly because of misophonia and the coughs and throat-clearing in the exam hall, so I went to my personal/form tutor about it.

I told him what I experience in this exam and that I do so in class too, but that in class it’s less impactful as an exam situation because I’ll be done in an hour and I can go to the toilet. I told him I’d be more comfortable speaking about what exactly the problem is with someone else.

He referred me to a member of staff in college who specialises in SEN and exam provisions which I never knew existed, and so there very likely is one in your school too.

This lady was exceptionally understanding. Not mushy-wushy or anything like that, she’s pretty straight-to-the-point and seems strict at first. But she not once batted an eyelid to what I told her I experienced, in fact she even said there was one student who had the exact same thing! In a college of about 1000 students, not the biggest sample, I’d never have expected there to be someone else in my area who’s had this kind of thing AND told staff about it. That may not be your case, but they’d still listen about it better than other staff.

She immediately got to arranging 1. letting me wear earphones in class, 2. moving into a smaller room for exams, and 3. letting me wear ear defenders in them.

I NEVER EVEN KNEW YOU COULD DO SUCH A THING.

And I have no SEN-associated needs or anything else mentally. She then told me to see a GP about it and ask about what potential treatment/therapy they have.

DO GPS EVEN DO MENTAL HEALTH STUFF? W HAT?

So here’s the takeaway from all of this:

If you want to try and make things better for yourself, so they don’t get worse,

Tell either your PT/form tutor about your experiences in class/exams and that you don’t want it to get worse, and to see if there are any exam or class arrangements that can be made. They exist and can be done, so if you have to, say you heard they can be done. Because they absolutely can. And it will be confidential* from teachers and parents, especially if they’ve said they’re such a point of contact before.

Ik it sounds like I’m imposing this wording on you but if this exactly is what you experience as I do, I wanna make it clear that this is the clearest, most succinct phrasing to use, or deffo was in my case. Say that before it was just at home, but now it’s intefering with your concentration and performance in classwork/exams, and since you’re a human being with aspirations and goals who knows you could achieve what you think you have the potential for, you’d like to finally see what help you can seek. Don’t ask for therapy or treatment, because misophonia doesn’t have any for it, even specifically. But there are ways to alleviate it, and that’s what you need. Who knows, maybe this post gets old and there will be. But you should come across as open to possibilities, if not just to maximise your chances of non-bitchyness from people about it (which is a huge concern for many of us)

Your school will have a SEN or exam arrangements staff member(s) for exactly this kind of thing. This is where I was referred by my PT to talk to see what can be done. Never knew that was even a thing, but schools do have to have these, even if they’re externally-sought staff members. Don’t let them pretend they don’t. Also, my PT was nice, but to be cautious (the nicest people you know can be complete dicks about misophonia, not taking my chances) I asked to talk about it to someone else who can help me with it more directly. He wasn’t offended - if he was, sucks to be him, but I’ve had enough and need to do this right, that’s the mindset I had.

Do NOT mention misophonia by name, just describe what you go through. You’re out to get help for this problem which 1. it’s very likely they’ll have no idea what it is anyway, and 2. you don’t want to seem like you’re un-necessarily self-diagnosing.

Misophonia is one of those things that, with basic research, you’d pretty much know straight away if you “have” it or not. But not everyone does that basic research, and the many cringy + frustratingly inaccurate articles/Google Images photos of what it is is a TESTAMENT to self-diagnosis being a problem, especially with misophonia. You may be rational and well-read on the topic, but not everyone so much as wants to be, and that’s the hot tea. In an environment full of teens, I’m not ashamed to say that I’d see where they come from.

From my own observations (and maybe yours too), many problems start when people mention they “have misophonia”. Now, you’ll get an honest, unbiased chance in this next point to see if you do indeed “have” it, which probably is a relieving reassurance for you as it is for me. So as sad as it is to have to hide (I wish I didn’t have to, my GOD it’d make life easier), it’s a win.

GP’s are for mental health too. Genuinely. And it’s all confidential* and hidden from parents provided you’re 16+ and no self-harm/immediate danger to others** is involved.

*If you’re 16+, change your contact details at the clinic so the phone number is on YOUR mobile, not your parents, so texts of appointments come and you don’t want them to see. Ask to see the details on you if you need to. Yeah, they do those now. Learn from my mistake. Your parents won’t be told about you booking the appointment, attending it, or anything discussed provided it doesn’t break the * clause. Where it’s not so private: you will get sent letters in the post about the status of your appointment (if you didn’t opt for the text ones) and also about the status of your referral, as I did. Telling your family is highly recommended - my parents know and mum didn’t want me to go because of fear of lashback from GPs/having something on my medical records. I’m at wit’s end so fuck the records, at least it’ll be official so have to be taken seriously by school, compared to talk. And also, they can’t legally stop you. Their disappointment or humiliaton (which there wasn’t any, in fact they seemed positive that I’m finally getting help so I’ll be less of a “burden”) was tolerable (with headphones on) + worth me risking for my mental peace, that’s how desperate I was. What I’d say to past me is: take the plunge before it gets worse.

**I talked about copying others + having the tendency to want to be violent when I get #triggered, and to my relief, it was completely fine - my GP took it objectively as an analysis of what I experience, as they should. People probably come up with more severe things or confessions than you may say and they STILL take it professionally, so please don’t worry or be as embarassed as much as I was.

Ask about what therapy/coping mechanisms/possible treatment there is, because again, it’s affecting your schoolwork and you don’t want it to get worse. They will refer you to a child/adult (18+) mental health service for an appointment. Waiting times are most likely very long. I went in May. It’s the end of July now and I’ve only had a letter half-way to say that I’m placed on a waiting list for large demand + given numbers to crisis hotlines if things cannot wait. But at least I can say I’m making an effort, and that eventually I’ll get the help I need.

That is all. If you’ve really, really had enough of misophonia at school and especially in exams, please don’t feel there’s nothing you can do about it. It took me breaking down in my exam and hiding my tears and snot from others and the invigilators to immediately trot to my PT/form tutor about what I could do. Don’t be me. There is something you can do. Confidentiality really is a thing if you request it. Whatever way you do it, please be assured that school doesn’t have to be the hell it’s being. But you just have to try.

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*james charles vc* good morning kitty girls ! i’m violet & after a few months of being highkey Stressed over coll*ge she ( me ) is Finally back from the dead :) this is a mess so i apologize for what u guys are About to witness, but be sure to click that like button & subscribe if you wanna see more videos ! but seriously plot with me ple ase ok anyways

a SCARLETT LEITHOLD lookalike was strolling down broadway street in their orange prada leather flame wedge heels. anastasia “stassi” deniro just had a birthday bash for her twenty-second birthday. she has been living in new york city for twenty two years. i hear she tends to be gregarious at parties, but also kind of covetous.

FULL NAME: anastasia ( resurrection ) lucille ( french origin of light ) sage ( wise one ) deniro. NICKNAME(S): annie, stassi, stas, stasia, anything her close friends & family can come up with, she’ll love. AGE: twenty two. DATE OF BIRTH: september 21th, 1996. ASTROLOGY SIGN: virgo. GENDER: female. PRONOUNS: she / her / hers. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, french, italian, greek, some spanish. OCCUPATION: actress, 2019 miss universe contender. BIOLOGICAL PARENTS: aldo nathaniel arthur deniro & scarlett baccouche-deniro. SIBLINGS: aurora deniro ( twenty-six ) & atlas deniro ( twenty-one ). PET(S): gracie ( shihtzu ) & baby ( toy french bulldog ). CHILDREN: none. RELIGION: roman catholic. DRINK / DRUGS / SEX: yes / no / yes. HEIGHT: 5′10. RIGHT/LEFT HANDED: ambidextrous. TATTOOS: none ( at the moment ). POSITIVE TRAITS: gregarious, perceptive, audacious, quick-witted. NEGATIVE TRAITS: covetous, controlling, obstinate, snarky. NOTABLE HABITS: tying her hair up in a bun when she’s focused, fleeing the country when conflict within herself arises, unable to hide her facial expressions. NECESSITIES: green tea latte, lucky pen, lavender, 2 diamond-encrusted cartier bracelets ( gifted by her father ). LIKES: fighting, pastel blues, macarons, traveling, architecture, knowing all the answers. DISLIKES: small spaces, losing, anything orange flavored, the smell of gasoline. NET WORTH: 18 million.

𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚛𝚘.

the story of the deniros was easily depicted as nothing short of a classic fairytale ; nathaniel was next in line to run his family’s long-standing business worth more than you could put into words, while scarlett baccouche, the daughter of two british politicians was also a woman in power many learned to fear. given their elite statuses, it was no surprise to anyone when they had enrolled into columbia university, one of the most prestigous colleges in the country ; though the story of how they’d become enamored with one another had started with a hatred that had only melted the forthcoming years. it was what one would consider a true love story as they graduated, professed their vows, & conceived their first well-anticipated child, aurora deniro. it only took a couple years for the deniros to calculate the birth of their next child, & to settle down & begin their empire ; or as most would put it, a family.

on october 21st, 1996, anastasia lucille sage deniro was born. she was the second, yet not the last child to arrive, meaning her place in the home was that she was a middle child. it had its perks, obviously —— not reigning the full responsibilities of what it meant to be the first & oldest child, or not being taken seriously as most younger siblings struggle with. see, from the very beginning of her life, stassi was well aware of the fact that she wasn’t a child, and she didn’t want to be treated as such ; the female figures in her life such as aurora & her mother ( even their maid, diana had landed a fond place in stassi’s heart ) were the girl’s inspiration growing up, & thanks to their strict upbringing, they were raised with class & were put on a pedestal that expected nothing less than perfection.

stassi was five years old when she had asked —— or more so, begged her parents to compete in pageants ( only the most prestigious ones, of course ). while her mother didn’t take much convincing as her & little stassi had grown to share many loved interests such as acting, her father was apprehensive about the decision. but because the main factor besides beauty for pageants were intelligence, he agreed, though it resulted in him piling that much more pressure upon her for schoolwork & of course, to win so it wouldn’t disgrace the deniro family name. whatever child worked hard, stassi worked 100 times harder, thanks to her brilliant work ethic ; she managed to skillfully juggle her schoolwork alongside the additional business classes her parents had given their three children, the acting classes, her private ballet & jazz lessons 7 days a week for the talent portion, & the countless hours of tailoring her custom-made outfits ( with her input, of course ) it wasn’t a shocker to anyone when she was crowned little miss new york.

by sixteen, the pressure had only multiplied as she grew older, striving for nothing but the best. she was preparing for the miss world competetion rounding up another win at nationals. high school was supposed to be the best years of your life, yet she turned down any youthful opportunity as a means to please her parents. that is, until a fellow classmate introduced her to adderall ; the tiny, magical pill that enhances your focus, granting you more hours of the day to pass your tests with flying colors & maintain your social life, because who needed sleep ? flash forward to her senior year, where her life was crafted to perfection —— she held the title of miss world that year, got accepted into columbia on a full scholarship ( not that she needed it ), had the perfect jock boyfriend on her arm & friends that were on top of the hierarchy with her, class valedictorian: the only thing was she became reliant on her pills.

it was prom night when the realization had dawned on her that the bubble encompassing her perfect life was made of glass. when it came to the deniros, the extent of her social life was partly a double life. while she wasn’t nearly as bad as her brother, she wasn’t exactly an angel, either ; stuffing silk pillows under her duvet to cast the illusion of a sleeping stassi if diana or her older sister, aurora, would check up on her that night, adorning an innocent white lace dress to her parents only to hike it further up the moment she met up with her peers. she learned it was a skill of hers, keeping secrets.

popping pills had managed to become one, too, which is why after winning prom queen & attempting to get belligerently wasted, she hadn’t even felt the effects of the alcohol in her system. stassi woke up in a secluded hospital room with her parents beside her, along with a nurse. her blood work revealed that she’d gotten severe alcohol poisoning & had she not passed out, a few more drinks & she would’ve overdosed from the mix of adderall.

due to the fact that this was anastasia’s first slip-up, as disappointed as they were, the anger had faded just as soon as it arrived. & given the recent events with atlas’s friend along with her acceptance to columbia, rehab wasn’t a suggestion —— it was her only option. she’d go to a private rehabilitation center during the summer while her parents covered it up on her records & the deniro family would have to convince everybody that she was just visiting her grandparents in spain: it was a family secret that stassi had to take to the grave.

now, she’s twenty-two years old, currently enrolled in columbia as a business major for the sake of maintaining her role in her parent’s good graces, despite the fact that she’s not interested in helping take over the family business while she’s training for the 2019 miss universe pageant. for the past two summers, when she wasn’t in spain, she was in paris for some time to herself, where she met an owner of a small boutique where there were items such as trinkets, custom-made dresses, etc.

somehow, it inspired stassi to create her own boutique/shop in multiple cities but new york first, especially when she carries the knowledge on how to turn a business into an empire: her own empire. it may be a small one now, but it was a break from the constant approval seeking that was practically instilled in her ; and at least it was hers. she even went to spain over winter break to hint the ideas to her grandparents, just now returning to the city & avoiding her parents so she can delay telling them that she isn’t interested in running the family company alongside her siblings like they dreamed of. after all, it was her parents’ approval that mattered most.

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 & 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜.

ok hi i’m keeping this long & short

because stassi’s a pageant girl, she was bound to cross paths with honey boo boo when her reality tv show was kicking off, & now she’s stassi’s sworn enemy even to this day

ik they aren’t even in the same age group but fun fact stassi fought children & she still does tbh i hate her

she’s basically an angel in front of her parents but like ?? really different to her friends/people she hates ??

definitely doesn’t have a filter, she doesn’t cuss that much bc “it’s not ladylike :)” but she for sure speaks her mind & she can actually be really mean without meaning to be

she snaps really easily too omg i just imagine her being all cute & smiley & doing a complete 180 the next

she’s definitely stronger than she looks just know that

fully obsessed with dogs like next level obsessed she needs help

also a really big perfectionist if you couldn’t tell ?? please imagine her penthouse being all white & spotless & i know she arranges shit in other people’s houses out of habit

she’s basically monica geller, caroline from tvd & louise from bob’s burgers all wrapped up in one person

it’s honestly such a cursed combination i’m telling u guys she really is the spawn of satan

she’s a momma’s girl though 💗 she loves her dad ofc don’t get me wrong but they get along better when he just buys her gifts skdjsks

also !! i loosely based her off of one of my rly old charas emmie & i have a pinterest for her here if you wanna see what she’s kinda sorta like

i’ll probably make my own for stassi but u know for context

also stassi’s aesthetic 100000%

i’m still fleshin’ her out, so it’s a whole mess but i’m so excited to develop her & i hope you guys don’t hate her guts yet ! i promise she’s nicer than i described, but i do have some plot ideas ( i’m just too lazy to list them help me ), so pls plot with me i’ll do all the work i promise

#wealthyhq:intro #I JUST REALIZED I DDIDNT TAG IT

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gayasinstupidpodcast · 5 years

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What’s up gamers!!! Our fourth episode plowed through the chaos of thanksgiving holidays and is Here w/ some Facts and Opinions about creating shit and being LGBT and how being LGBT influences creating shit. HEADS UP we recorded this while I had a cold so my voice is probably a little off, but ik Isaac put SO much work into the editing so it would be ready on time and we have recorded statements from some amazing artists (transcriptions under the cut below!) & this is honestly one of my favorite episodes we’ve done so far, so give her a listen if you’re gay or enjoy fun things!

BIG thank you once again to everyone who participated in this month’s episode!! Your contributions are so valued and so beautiful!!

You can find us on the Itunes Podcast App/Webpage at Gay As In Stupid Podcast! You can also find our episodes uploaded to Youtube and Soundcloud!

You can also follow us on twitter at gayasinstupid!

Further Reading on LGBT Artists

Montage of a Queering Deferred: Memory, Ownership, and Archival Silencing in the Rhetorical Biography of Langston Hughes

The Political Provocations of Keith Haring

Pop art politics: Activism of Keith Haring

E M Forster’s Gay Fiction

Alok Vaid-Menon Tells Us What It’s Like To Be Femme In Public

Shea Diamond Speaks Her Truth

Aaron’s 2018 November Recs!

Alok Alok Vaid-Menon is one of my favorite poet/activist/performance artists out there! Their writing and stage presence is gorgeous and witty in a way that’s SO clever and still feels like you’re in a room trading jokes you don’t need to explain with your closest trans friends. The way they balance their art creates a real, deeply touching experience that feels very essential to our world.

Miles (2016) Miles is set in 1999 and is a coming of age story about a gay teenager trying to get a volleyball scholarship for college in Chicago. It’s not revolutionary and it’s not over the top dramatic, but it’s funny and honest and it makes me feel nice. Definitely the movie to watch when you’ve just been through something emotionally taxing and need a light crying session and some mediocre pastries.

Isaac’s 2018 November Recs!

The Adventure Zone I know half of you already kin the Mcelroys while the other half either don’t know or don’t care, but the Adventure Zone is one of my most favorite things in the world. It’s a DND podcast (yes, all episodes are transcribed, and they have a graphic novel for the first arc of Balance with a second one on the way!) by three brothers plus their dad, and not only does it have the most amazing story and is ungodly funny, but TONS of gays (Griffin went ape with those Lesbian NPCS)! And just because they can! Same with trans characters. It’s a story where they just exist, and that’s really important to me because in a lot of media LGBT have to almost prove why they deserve to take up space. And it’s not just something that goes on in their first campaign, Amnesty also has those sweet sweet gay! I could talk about this podcast for hours, so if you needed that final push to give it a listen, THIS IS IT!

Stardew Valley You get to farm and be gay. And if THAT hasn’t sold you on this charming video game, then maybe the super cute graphics, beautiful soundtrack and a handful of interesting characters will! TBH I spend so much time playing this game it’s concerning. It’s just such a fun way to relax, and I just really REALLY like video games were I can chose to be gay. Like. God Tier. YOU CAN HAVE CROPS AND CHICKENS AND BE GAY C’MON YALL!!

The Amazing Quotes And Artists Featured!

Meg | instagram | esty

“My identity as a bisexual woman influences my art in many ways. As a woman, i create art about the issues that effect me, such as abortion and gender equality, in order to resonate with the people that matter most to me. As a bisexual individual, my subjects often appear from a gaze that falls outside of the stereotypical eye. My figure drawings and portraits all come from a place of admiration, and don’t fall into the stereotype of the male gaze or womanly care- they are the space inbetween, equally sexualized and normalized. I feel lucky to be a bi gal in the art world because it is a place that is my own to create in. There are so many queer artists that i look up to such as Mapplethorpe and Warhol, and many female artists i can cite as influence (Jenny Holzer, Kiki Smith, and Louise Bourgeois to name a few). My identity gives me a whole new world of content to draw from and allows my work to resonate with a wider audience, and I really think that any artists goal is to reach and touch as many people as possible.“

Cameron | twitter | instagram

“I don’t think that it influences the form really, but it definitely influences the subject matter! (Much as I hate to admit it, my identity influences the majority of choices I make in life.) I write a lot of poems about lgbtq related things and religion, as well as other stuff too. I was raised catholic, so realizing that I was “different” at more than one point in my teen years was scary AF. Being a member of the lgbtq+ community and also trying to still feel like I belong, or wanting to, in a religious community is hard, the two things are usually at a crossroads in my life so writing about them makes it easier for me to get through. My hope is that someday someone reads what I wrote and finds some peace in their own life/experience.”

Vince | art instagram

“Well, being transgender I feel like I’m constantly aware of the lack of representation of my community, and I feel like it might be because of that I tend to experiment with showing all sorts of different type of people in my work. Because there’s so much diversity in the world, why not showcase that?”

Fox | art instagram

“Oof…I’m gay so my characters always be gay. Gotta Fill the void in media w my own bullshit so I don’t have to rely on straight showrunners who will inevitably discard the character since they themselves seem to have no personal attachment and treat lgbt characters as disposable extras. Bc if I don’t at least attempt to create representation in the field I’m going into then I can’t rlly complain about the lack of it right? If I don’t try and change it I can’t complain about the lack of change so being an lgbt artist is lowkey Big Pressure to be revolutionary in your work but sometime…..I just wanna draw funkey animeal and that’s aight too”

Jen | twitter | instagram

“As a female bisexual poet, I worry often that my poetry and art will be too niche to be appreciated. I’ve spent years editing my poetry down to its barest bones in hopes that someone will relate to it. Changing pronouns back and forth because I worry that if I do talk about a woman, the poem will be stripped of its context and suddenly be about my queerness when in reality it never was. When I write about love and people I have dated and have crushed on, I want the poem to exist outside of the gender of who I love. I fear my authorial death will result in a complete misinterpretation of what I mean. When I write, it truly does not matter to me if I am writing about a woman or a man. If I feel what I write and I can make someone else feel it too does it matter that I also love women? I write what matters to me overall, regardless of gender, I try to make my poetry as true as possible. Sometimes, when I catch myself over editing I try to take myself back to the moment, to the person, what I loved about him or her. “

Lain | art instagram

“My LGBT Identity has significantly impacted almost all of my art, especially my work over the last two years. Ever since I have allowed myself to accept that I am trans and began my transition (6 months on T!), the impact that my Roman Catholic upbringing has had on my bisexual trans identity has bled into my artwork. Because of the way I was raised, accepting and allowing myself to be authentic has been an upward struggle. And what better way to process and document struggle than art?

Much of my recent work has had a focus on the trans body, particularly the “sanctity” of self-actualization and the god-like power that comes with accepting and creating yourself in the unique and exceptional way that LGBT people must in order to live authentically. Two of my pieces on this topic were actually recently exhibited at UWM in the Trans-lucent exhibition, and will remain there until December 15th (I think). I got sick and tired of never seeing trans representation, so now I am creating that space that I crave in my own work.”

Kobe | instagram | soundcloud

“My art from is very influenced by my LGBT identity. It is very influenced by my LGBT black Identity. I think that whenever an artist makes their art (in my case writing music, singing, dancing) they should incorporate as much of themselves as possible. I think my LGBT identity definitely adds a sense of representation as well. I want people like me to listen to my music to know they aren’t alone. So it influences my work a lot. “

Nat | art instagram

“I think the fact that I am part of the LGBT+ community influences my art directly. Even though I don’t draw as often as I wish, I believe both my drawings and college projects (I am a 3d art/animation student), and my creativity in general is inspired by my personal experiences as a gay woman and common things experienced by the community. I try as often as I can to bring representation of some kind in the things I do, mainly personal projects. I also feel that it influences me on my motivation to keep creating; whenever I listen to, see drawings, watch movies or see whatever form of artistic expression from LGBT+ artists it gives me the energy to keep going, to keep creating.”

#gay as in stupid podcast #lgbt podcast #lgbt artists #gay art #trans art

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crybtid · 6 years

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What's the vaccine au about?

It takes place in the early 1900s/1910s, a slightly steampunk-esque world (there’s robots…), and a whole new epidemic virus has appeared and spread through a large city, starting in the South Side. It causes horrid boils and mutations of the body and effects the brain in a similar way rabies does.

In the early days of the outbreak scientists were quick to try and find a vaccine to distribute to help prevent the virus from spreading. They were basically successful until paranoid (and potentially infected) people protested based on rumors that it’d only spread the virus more, and a riot caused the lab where the vaccine was being made to burn to the ground, along with all records on the vaccine itself.

After this incident, the North Side and East Side of the city built walls around the South Side in an attempt to keep the virus contained. Eventually, the North Side is also contained, letting no one in or out without extreme precautions at the entrance gate, while the East Side remained open to the world.

Businesses start taking advantage of the people stuck in these situations, especially the biggest of them all; The Syndication Corporation. They become the confined city’s biggest name of product, from food to toiletries to clothes to tools. And almost too quickly, medicine. Almost all adults seem oblivious or in disbelief of it, but children learn in the most unfortunate ways to fear the company’s name. Rumors between kids spread that the Syndication Corporation has scientists that kidnap and experiment on kids, because for some reason they believe the answer to the cure to the virus lies in children.

I have this AU separated into two fandoms right now, possible three (Well, technically like…6 but whatever lol). It takes place in a sort of…cartoon-meshed world. Characters from a bunch of things might appear randomly from time to time in the background or something.

For my South Park portion, it begins with Kyle and his family who live in the North Side, his dad stuck in debt with some pretty bad, questionable people who’ve paid off many a bill he’s owed. When they come to collect while Sheila’s away, and he has no money to give them, they offer him an alternative; his son and adopted son, and all debts would be paid off. Feeling cornered and afraid without much of a choice, Gerald agrees. It’s shortly after this that Kyle discovers these thugs work for the Syndication Corporation, and despite not wanting to believe the rumors about them himself, he’s afraid and skeptical, and decides to not wait to find out if they’re true. He makes an escape with Ike that begins their cat and mouse chase with the evils that lie the hearts of adults in the city, eventually leading them to the dangers of the South Side.

#south park #south park au #vaccine south side

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cutegirlmayra · 6 years

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Hi, it was fun collaborating with you! Tho it was impromptu. 😂 ANYWAY, I have a prompt that might be suitable for you. A sonamy prompt where Amy just suddenly goes missing without a trace, and no one knows where she is, not even the villains. Sonic's emotions, why Amy's gone, and if she comes back safely or not is totally up to you! Good Luck! Well, I'm not sure you need it, ik you'll do great! 👍😉

I loved working with you too! :D Hmmm… You know I love a worried Sonic… but a worried villain too?

Prompt:

Eggman fell back, honestly in fear of how rough Sonic was playing their dynamic fighting today.

He dashed down and pulled Eggman up by the collar of his long coat, standing perfectly upright while Eggman was completely forced onto his rear.

“What’s gotten into you!? You’re so… violent today!” Eggman winced his lips back to reveal his frightened white teeth, as Sonic glared down at him, clearly not taking any funny business.

“Alright. Jokes up. What’s your purpose for keeping Amy for so long?”

“Huh?” His mouth relaxed and Eggman’s mind starting wheeling. Grasping for understanding, he held his hands midway-up in surrender.

“I honestly haven’t the slightest clue where your precious rose went! I haven’t even seen Amy on my flycams in weeks! Why would I take her and then not alert you about it? What’s the point? Tea time?” he shrugged, showing his honest innocence but Sonic’s face held like stone.

“What do you mean, for weeks?”

“I mean what I stated!” Eggman gripped his hands, trying to swipe them off. “I haven’t seen her and I really could care less!” he dipped himself further up to Sonic’s face, and a stare off began…

Once Sonic trusted his words, he let him go, looking away.

“Hmph. You’re really letting a loose eye wander too much with her lately, huh?” Eggman readjusted his coat, then steadied himself with his arms out to his side.

When Sonic didn’t respond, his eyes clearly showing the thoughts of alternative places Amy could be, Eggman realized something horrific.

“…Did… Don’t tell me she’s been missing longer?”

Sonic’s eyes darted up to his face, a cold reminder that he wasn’t himself.

“…That is serious…” Eggman grumbled, before looking down himself.

He scratched his chin, getting up to look at some records.

“You two aren’t….” he raised an eyebrow, “I mean.. the ‘ceremony’ wasn’t all that long..” he looked over his shoulder from the computers and keys.

Sonic’s face suddenly broke as he looked shocked to Eggman, mouth open, but unable t speak.

“Heh-heh. Thought I didn’t know, eh? I still pester you from time to time… but no… I don’t bother with your ‘secret affairs’…. unless, of course, they prove useful.” he smirked, but had a pretty good idea where Amy was.

“You have some right to be worried.” he printed out a document and handed the coordinates over to him, seeing him stand with a hero’s pride but also to not let any emotion further show.

He kept a neutral frown, clearly having not wanted Eggman to know about his secret… but he looked down to stare at the document.

“…It’s a hospital record, Sonic.” Eggman instructed.

Sonic looked away suddenly, his face showing some emotion now. He let out a sound before twitching his fists tighter.

“…” Eggman held a solemn look. “You may be late if you don’t decide to accept this now.”

“It.. It didn’t happen.” Sonic spoke through gritted teeth, shaking…

“…You can’t deny your actions.. nor what you’ve done.” Eggman pulled back, realizing Sonic wasn’t ready for the truth.

“She may have been wise to keep it from you.”

Sonic didn’t speak.

Eggman got an alert from a flybot, and turned to see Amy’s image on a bus.

“…You should go.”

Before Eggman even needed to look behind him, he felt a sharp wind against his mustache and knew Sonic was gone.

He took a long sigh, before shaking his head, putting the document up against his hip. “Hohoho… What a silly name for a needle-spiked mouse.” Eggman shook his head, before looking back at the flybot and seeing it destroyed by a blur of blue.

“Heh.” he smiled.

“I suppose life must go on.”

Sonic ran along the side of the bus, moving quickly with the traffic of the freeway.

Amy noticed a commotion and looked around, before out the window and gasping.

“S…Sonic…” she looked sorrowful at seeing him, realizing this must mean he knew something…

Sonic kept his eyes fixated on her through the window as if a silent beckoning he dared not act upon.

Was it betrayal he was feeling?

Did he want to know?

She took a sharp breath in, and held her hand to her heart.

What if he knew..?

She saw the pleading in his eyes and couldn’t ignore it, her heart longed for him too…

She rose up and pulled the string- “STOP THE BUS!”

The bus screeched as it pulled over, and Sonic slowed down to wait outside on the road for her.

She stumbled off, nothing in her hands…

The bus drove off and they stared at each other for a while…

She piped up, tearing up her eyes from having to be the first to speak.

“You… You said you didn’t want to get married… but you did!”

He kept his mouth shut.

“You said you didn’t want to do it… but you did!”

He waited patiently…

“So when it happened… when I found out.. I knew you wouldn’t want that either!” she dipped her head, feeling so helplessly alone.

“You… also wouldn’t have wanted to know… that he didn’t make it.” she fell to her knees. “They had to take him away!”

Sonic bolted to her side, pulling her close as she clung to him in her tears, crying out her suffering.

“They said his lungs weren’t strong enough! He was too early. I didn’t want them too, but they did! They said it was a miscarriage… He wasn’t developed enough, but.. what if he could have made it..? Was it my fault? I …”

Sonic let his head fall between her shoulder and neck.

She shook violently in her obvious weakness from whatever surgery they had to perform.

“I didn’t want you to say you didn’t want it… because out of everything you did for me… that was the one thing I couldn’t bear to hear.”

“…It was a good name, Amy…”

Her eyes widened, peering over his shoulder and realizing… he knew.

“…It was a very good name…”

(AU, kinda tragic, I felt in the mood XP)

#sad sonamy #sonamy #tragic #sonamy prompt #eggman #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #amy rose

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aamanda5566-blog · 4 years

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Essential sound equipment and techniques needed to produce a professional production ✔

essential sound equipment

1. Microphones

As a piece of essential audio equipment, start with one mic but definitely plan to add more. Using different mics for different situations is practical, and having a spare mic as a backup is smart. Plus, if you’re recording multiple hosts or sit-down interviews, a matched pair of microphones (i.e. two mics of the same brand and model) provides a consistent sound.

Whatever mic you choose, select a pickup pattern that’s best for your situation. In noisy environments or when you have several mics close together, a directional (cardioid) mic offers better isolation than omnidirectional (360⁰). For applications where loud speakers or noise isn’t an issue, an omnidirectional mic can be beneficial. Their tonal qualities are generally more natural sounding. A shotgun pattern, on the other hand, is great for capturing voice with some room ambiance for that “live on-location” sound with controlled directionality.

2. Audio mixer with EQ

Even for simple screencasts, an audio mixer with EQ is a piece of essential audio equipment. Sure you could use an audio inserter to match the signal levels of your mic with the inputs on a computer and provide a little gain, but a small mixer can do that and more. Mixers have gain control, tone adjustments, noise reducing filters, offer a variety of different inputs and outputs, and more.

The cost for a mixer depends on brand, quality (i.e. how much noise is introduced to the audio signal), and features. A small compact mixer that’s good quality for the price is the Soundcraft Notepad-8FX 8 channel mixer with USB. It has phantom power, high-pass (low cut) filter for noisy environments, and more. The Yamaha MG-10XU is highly rated with 10 channels, phantom power, plus a built-in compressor to smooth out the peaks and valleys for a more even signal. Brands like the Behringer Xenyx 1204USB also provide good value (at a lower quality).

For top brand names, consider the Mackie ProFX8v2 8-Channel Professional FX Mixer with USB or the 802VLZ4 if you don’t need USB. And if you absolutely want Soundcraft, the Signature 10 compact mixer is priced right with all the essential features like USB interface, phantom power, compressors, and more.

EQ mixer

3. Compressor / limiter

If you don’t purchase a mixer that includes a compressor and you’re recording people who don’t have mic training, a compressor is definitely a piece of essential audio equipment. A compressor evens out the audio signal by reducing the dynamic range to eliminate the big peaks and low valleys. It gives you a more even “polished” sound. A compressor can save your recording from being ruined by a few loud, distorted clips. A limiter is basically a compressor that’s set more aggressively. In a nutshell, a limiter helps protect equipment from dangerously loud volume spikes. It blocks signals that are above a set threshold – chopping off the tops of those peaks. If you’re worried about blowing speakers, a limiter is essential.

composer pro-XL

4. Headphones / monitors

Without a good pair of headphones, you’re mixing blind! Even when recording directly to your computer using an audio inserter or mixer, a pair of good headphones is essential to monitor your recording without fear of feedback. Comfortable earbuds can also work if you’re just monitoring voice and don’t want to see bulky headphones on camera. And unless you’re close to the headphone output jack, picking up a handy 3.5 m stereo male to 3.5 mm stereo female extension cable is useful.

Choosing monitor headphones is subjective and can be pricey. I suggest selecting a pair that feels comfortable and has a neutral sound over headphones that boost the bass or high end. AKG is known for their high-end studio headphones, but they do have budget pleasing models like the K240 and the K550. Other quality headphones that won’t blow your budget include the Audio-Technica ATH-M50x and Pioneer HRM-7m. For a bit more money, try the impressive Focal Listen Professional. There are, of course, the studio benchmarks like the AKG K18 Pro andSennheiser HD800.

Studio monitor speakers are great if you have a control room that’s isolated from your video studio space. It’s good to hear what your audio sounds like on speakers rather than just on headphones. Are studio speaker’s essential for a video training studio and screencasts? That depends on your application. But you could spend the money elsewhere, like a higher quality set of headphones. Some excellent studio monitors in the more affordable range include the IK Multimedia iLoud Micro Monitor, Yamaha HS5, and the RKR Rokit RP7 G4.

monitor / headphones

my opinion: i would prefer headphones/headset because it is more convinient when you would want/like to listen very closely to the audio.

5. Field recorders

You could record directly to software on your computer when doing screencasts, but consider using a hand-held field recorder for better quality. Field recorders are easy to use and very portable. Most connect directly to computers and cameras, making them a convenient audio recording solution.

A field recorder like a Zoom H4n Pro can even take the place of an audio inserter to get your mic audio into your computer while at the same time record a backup to an SD card. Add a headphone splitter to the audio output jack and feed audio to a set of headphones and into your camera’s 3.5mm external mic input for a completely portable audio recording solution. The Zoom H4n Pro has two XLR inputs with +48 V phantom, a 3.5 mm Plug In voltage input, USB, line/headphone output, plus two built in cardioid stereo microphones at the top of the unit for a total of four recording tracks. Only need a single track? There’s a Zoom H1n for that.

Many different models and less expensive brands exist. Another option is the Tascam DR-40X with many of the same features of the H4n Pro except the built-in stereo mics are omnidirectional. However, the preamps of the Tascam are noisier than Zoom. You may prefer the Tascam DR-100MKII. To directly record a lavaliere mic, the Zoom F1-LP is an option. This Zoom field recorder can also connect to a computer like an audio interface and to the mic inputs on a camera. If you need more powerful gain at the XLR mic input, look at the higher Zoom models such as the H5, H6, or the Tascam DR-60DMKII.

theres ore than 3 types of field recorders, 2 are from sony and 1 from tascam. all three are good quility but pick the best siutable for yourself.

FOR MORE DETAILED INFORMATION AND MORE ESSENTIALS VISIT THIS LINK ---> ----> https://www.epiphan.com/blog/essential-audio-equipment/

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kpopinionated · 7 years

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Malevolence malice

♦️ fluff, horror

♦️member: Taehyung

♦️warnings:some swearing

♦️ y/l/n = your last name. Y/n = your name. Y/e/c= your eyes color

Reader pov

My world was perfectly normal as it could be….said no one ever. The world was filled with dangers and fear that constantly ran through our veins like a river. The goosebumps and hair standing on end at the sight of the setting sun had us running for home in record time. There….there was something out there I knew it. Something that waited till the break of dusk to strike. A crime committed so frequently that have the police baffled beyond belief. The crime scenes they encounter to grotesque that even the most trained and undisturbed of them all become repulsed. Nobody even has a word to describe such a thing to do this kind of horror. The victims of such brutality is who I pray for. I cry silently each night and pray they have moved on peacefully, but I knew they hadn’t passed peacefully.

Because of these fears, mothers keep their children inside hours before dusk has broken through the blue skies. Everyone is in doors hours before the sun begins it setting stage. The unlucky are those who are out during dusk and therefore become victims of the grotesque attacks. Me? I was alone at first constantly watching my back even in broad daylight. Call me paranoid but I can feel it. I have a friend now - Jeon Jungkook is his name and occupation unknown. Even as his closest friend he refuses to tell me. It can’t be that bad I mean come on. I’m a seamstress at a little boutique in the town and Jungkook stresses that I get home at latest an hour before dark and I have except for this unfortunate night.

~~~

I had cleaned every my work surface of every fabric, wiping my brow in exhaustion before holding up my work of art. The beautifying floral dress I had put my blood, sweat, and tears into had come out absolutely stunning. Falling down to the knees, it was embroiled with elegant roses, lilies, cherry blossoms, gypsophila, and delphinium - radiating a beautiful pastel arrangement upon the soft fabric. I gently folded the dress into the tan box littered with elegant cursive and put the lid upon the top complete with a ribbon and a card signed by me.

I smiled as my final project of the day was done. I’d worked hours into making this dress specifically for madame Prescott who was living on the wealthier side of town. Bless her heart she’d come in the other day, eyes wild, and a pale complexion. Worry shined in her eyes as she danced from seamstress to seamstress before landing on me. She took quick steps and practically begged for this dress to be done. I had blinked in surprise at the request, as she had asked for it to be done in two days and when I’d given my own worried expression she doubled the pay for it and even gifted me an elegant mask and matching shoes from her own shop. So within two days I had done it and I was damn proud of my work.

I grabbed the box before glancing at the clock. “Just past 8 o'clock. I do hope she is around to get this.” I thought not at all thinking about the time of day it was. I slipped on my navy pea coat complete with a waist tie and headed out of the seam boutique, not before locking up of course. The chilly November air glided across my exposed cheeks and already rosey nose. The sky was darkened into a black with twinkling stars. My shoes scraped the ground silently as I bundled further into my jacket.

I somehow felt no fear as I got closer to madame Prescott’s boutique sighing in relief at the sight of lights inside. I picked up my pace and entered the shop with a signaled ding from the bell above the door. “Good evening Madame Prescott. I’m sorry to bother you this evening but I thought you’d like to have your dress on time so here you are.” I grinned at her as she clapped excitedly. “Wonderful thank you y/n, glad doing business with you. Let me get what I owe you dear just a second.” And she disappeared upstairs leaving me alone with her last client…jungkook? He looked just as surprised as I had, eyes wide open and mouth slightly dropped before his shock turned to confusion and slight anger?

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He asked stepping closer to me before embracing me in a hug. I accepted the hug burying my head in his chest with a sigh.

“I was delivering madame her dress she ordered and I had to go this way so I thought might as well.”

Jungkook pulled back worry evident in his gaze. “Y/n, I meant what are you doing out after dusk. It’s dangerous out there. You should be home. You promised me you’d never be out after dusk. Aish. I couldn’t live with myself if one of those things ever got to you. It’d be dead before it got even five feet within you.” Throughout his speech his eyes darkened significantly with malice, as if he’d encountered the thing making the grotesque scenes to be found in the morning.

“Jungkook.” I whispered and his gaze snapped back to me. “You…you speak as if you’ve encountered one of those things. As if you do this often…like it’s your job. Jungkook what do you do? And don’t lie to me anymore. You tell me not to be out at night and yet here you are and by the looks of it you come out after dusk often. So tell me the truth Jungkook, no more lies.” I pleaded. He opened his mouth to reply but closed it upon madame Prescott’s footsteps on the staircase. “Here you are dear. My full payment and the mask plus shoes I promised included.” She grinned politely handing me a bag with exactly what I was promised. I bowed. “Thank you madame I hope you like the dress.”

She grinned back before turning to jungkook and handing him an identical bag, but not near as bulky as mine. “Here you are mr. Jeon exactly what you requested. You have a nice evening now. Be careful. In fact do me a favor and walk Miss y/l/n home. You know how dangerous it can be.” She addressed me this time. “No need to worry dear you are in good hands with mr. Jeon.” And with that we were on our way back out into the bitter cold.

We walked in silence before a Jungkook got tired of one too many calculating gazes and huffs from me. “Alright you want answers I’ll give you answers y/n, but you have to promise not to tell anyone and you have to promise to never be out this late ever again.” I nodded my head compiling with his requests.

He held out his pinky making me sigh before I wrapped my own around his and promised him. We continued walking as jungkook began to speak. “You as,ed if I had encountered one of the things that cause such horror in town and are capable of crimes that no one can explain.” He inhaled deeply as I bit my lip waiting. “The answer is yes I have. They are creatures so horrid and evil, taking the life of others for their own gain…it’s sick. They have no mercy, no hesitation. The victims become beacons, like magnets to them. It’s like a game to them, whoever finds the target first gets to do whatever they please with them…and it’s always less than pleasant. My job is to save as many of those potential victims at any cost. You know Sally Brown the little blonde girl? I saved her, barely, but I saved her. She screamed so loud and luckily I was just around the corner. I rushed to her and found her on her back with one of those things standing above her with a sick grin. Sally’s baby blues met mine and she pleaded for help…my help. The creature was dressed as any normal creeper would wear and at first glance you’d think he was going to rob her or even rape her, but I knew better. Underneath the creepy smile was a monster literally. He heard me behind him and he spun around revealing his weapons, his strength, speed, teeth, the whole nine yards. He snarled at me and dived for me. Too bad I was quicker and before he could sink his teeth into me, a knife was imbedded into his heart and he turned to stone, unmoving. I wasted no time turning that son of a bitch to ash. That’s my job y/n” he whispered the last part before turning to look at my face.

My eyes were wide and my mouth slightly parted with no sound escaping as I processed this information given to me. “Y/n those things aren’t just mythology they are real monsters that live among us.” He said grabbing my hand and haunting me.

“They are the reason I don’t ever and I mean ever want you or anybody else out at night. Those things are sick and if they get their teeth into you, you’ll be dead within a few minutes. Those things took my father away from me and I believe they’ve taken my brothers from me. Well that or they were threatened.”

I blinked. “Brothers?” I barely managed a whisper.

“Not really my brothers but they are…were Ike my brothers. Taehyung and Jimin remember them? The tall loud red-orange haired boy and the equally as obnoxious boy that was a bit shorter than Tae with midnight hair? That’s them. We used to be so close, people called us the three musketeers. We’d cause trouble wherever we went, wreak havoc. Until one day a Jimin just….disappeared. He’d stop hanging out with us and eventually he disappeared from the neighborhood all together. His cousin says he’s fine just a family emergency, but even he doesn’t know much. And now Taehyung has gone too. No warning, no goodbye just avoidance and disappearance like Jimin.”

I laid my hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry kookie. I never knew.” Jungkook sent me a weak smile in return.

“Don’t be. I’m sure they are fine.” We continued to walk in the slightly heavy silence before we arrived at my home. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jungkook said before hugging me. He went to pull away but I tightened my hold.

“Jungkook?” I whispered.

“Yes?” He responded allowing me to hug him a bit longer.

“Be safe okay? Promise me you’ll be here first thing tomorrow alright?” My voice quivered. Jungkook pulled back and held his pinky to me. I intertwined mine with his the second time tonight.

"I promise. Now get inside before I carry you in myself.” He grinned as I scurried to the door and pushed the heavy oak inside. I waved and he returned it before darting off into the night. I shut the door and leaned gave against it with a sigh. “Please please let him keep our promise.” I whispered before heading up for bed.

~~~~~

I had my dreamless sleep broken by a pounding at my bedroom door.

I groggily sat up rubbing my eyes to wake them up. I then proceeded to roll out of bed and swung the door open slowly with a yawn.

A chuckle met my ears. “Well good morning sleeping beauty. Why don’t you get yourself to a presentable state and join us at the table for breakfast?” My eyes snapped open and my body flung itself as Jungkook who chuckled again and caught me in an embrace. I nuzzled my nose into his chest. “You kept your promise.” I whispered smiling through a yawn.

He snickered. “Yes I did. When do I not? Now get ready before I do it myself and meet us downstairs.”

“Why do you always threaten me?” I muttered watching him saunter down the stairs with a shit eating grin before I thumped my way back into my room and quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face, and her dressed in record time.

I joined everyone downstairs and sat next to Jungkook who was holding two very elegant looking envelopes. I dug into my plate of pancakes humming at the sweet taste. “What’s that?” I questioned as I took another bite into the syrup covered goodness. Jungkook slid the envelope next to me and I caught sight of my name in elegant cursive on the front. I swallowed and picked it up carefully opening it up.

My eyes scammed the letter before I looked at Jungkook with a grin. “I’m invited to the royal ball?” I exclaimed borderline squeaking with excitement.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “We’re invited to the ball. And it’s tonight.”

I gasped at the info before shoveling pancakes into my mouth and standing up to slip my shoes on. “Woah what’s the rush sweetheart?” My father questioned stopping me from barreling out the front door.

“Dad you heard him right? The ball is tonight I have to make a dress. That’s only a mere eight hours to sketch, design, sew, and decorate! I need to leave now so I can get it done!”

Without a word my father pointed to the boxes on the table hat I just now noticed. I silently walked back to my seat and my mother slid the box with my name in the same elegant cursive as the letter printed on it. I slowly untied the gold ribbon and gasped at the beautiful ball gown. It was a pastel purple with rose swirls decorating the bodice. The bottom was also embroidered with swirls of gold and black. “It’s beautiful.” I whispered staring at it in awe. “But I don’t have any shoes.”

"Yes you do. Remember madame Prescott gave you a mask and a pair if shoes. Both match the dress. Geez y/n you have a bad memory.” Jungkook grinned as I glared at him playfully.

“It’s perfect then. I hope you are ready for the ball my darling.” My mother clapped her hands.

“And you don’t actually have eight hours love. You only have six. You slept in past normal time.”

With this news I sped to the door and slipped my other shoe on.

"Where are you going now?” My mother yelled after me.

“I have to get to madame Pompfrey"s to get my hair done. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon and I’ll be ready Jungkook!” I shouted to m family and best friend over my shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

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The dress hugged my waist perfectly and the shoes were just as beautiful matching both my dress and my mask settled on my face. I smiled as my soft curls bounced as I twirled. I really felt like a princess. I took a deep breath before heading down stairs to meet with Jungkook.

Have fun you two! Be safe love you!” My parents shouted before we both got into the horse drawn carriage that Jungkook’s other friend Jin owned.

"Okay stick close to me alright? I’m nit sure who was all invited and I won’t take chances with you okay?” I nodded my affirmative as glanced out the window, seeing many other families head in the same direction as us. The sun began to set but I was surprisingly calm. After all I had my best friend beside me. Correction my slayer best friend.

The palace was enormous up close. A giant driveway in a circular shape, long smooth steps up to the entrance, a beautiful garden in the middle of the driveway, it was breathtaking. We both jumped out of the cart and together headed up the steps, showing our invitations before we were heading inside the palace.

Inside the ball was in full swing, couples dancing, people mingling, many many different dresses swaying to the music. I grinned as Jungkook and I descended the steps onward the people so we could mingle.

Somewhere along the way I lost my hold onto Jungkook’s d spun around to look for him. I felt my heart rate spike the longer I couldn’t see him. No I need to calm down. I inhaled and exhaled glancing the way we came and seeing no signs of him before spinning around and bumping into a ….muscular chest?

“Oh pardon me.” I shyly muttered to the stranger.

“I’ve never seen you here before love. Tell me what’s your name?” The strangers grasped my chin and tilted my head up and I gasped at the fiery red hair of the stranger. His sharp eyes greeted mine and a soft smirk rested upon his full lips.

"Um sorry I’m y/n.” I muttered softly still entranced by his eyes, even from under his mask.

“Well y/n would you care for a dance?” He questioned holding out his hand to me. I blinked at the turn if events before placing my palm in his and gasped as he pressed a kiss to the back. “Lovely. I’d be quite offended if you had said no. Oh where see my manners? I’m Jimin nice to meet you love. Now shall we?” I could only nod as Jimin led me to the middle of dancing couples. My hands was magically placed upon his shoulders and his on my hips guiding me into a slow waltz. We twirled around the room elegantly all the while not breaking eye contact. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but it was as if he was analyzing me…like I was prey and he was the hunter. I shook off the feeling fir a moment and continued to dance. Jimin twirled me our by one hand and twirled me back into his embrace. My eyes were once again captivated by his dark brown….that just flashed…red. Maybe my eyes were playing with me- nope definitely red. I gasped softly before clearing my throat and pulling away. “Thank you for the lovely dance Jimin but I must find my friend.” I curtsied before darting through the crowd as quickly as possible. And to my luck I ran into another body. What is wrong with me today? “Oh my are you alright?” A female asked and steadied me. I glanced up at her and gasped slightly. Next to her was a male with brown hair and a lovely smile that should make me reciprocate it. But it didn’t because his smile was accompanied by two sharp teeth. I glanced to the female and saw her concerned gaze. “Dear you look a little pale.” She whispered to me and she too had two sharp teeth that stuck over her lip as she bit it in worry. I’m sure if I saw myself I’d be pale as the clouds. I managed. Slight nod before pidgin goes past the couple and darting away to run into another body. It was not my day as I looked up and gasped seeing Jimin grin down at me. “There you are! Love are you alright? Maybe I should take you upstairs to rest.” It was an innocent question, but with the mischief in his gaze I wasn’t taking my chances. Especially after he grinned and flashed his own pair of sharp teeth at me.

My head was spinning as I darted away again and ran into a tall male who grinned, exposing a dimple on his cheek. He too had those sharp teeth exposed as he opened his mouth to apologize? I wasn’t taking that risk and once again took off, head darting left and right for any exit. My eyes zeroed in on the staircase and I had zero hesitation. My heels slammed against the ground as I gripped the bottom of my dress, adrenaline pushing me to keep going. Just as I was about to turn he corner I ran into another body and thus time I couldn’t stop myself.

I landed on the stranger with a thump. I quickly sat up apologizing, rocking myself back onto my heels. The stranger rubbed his head and he too sat up and locked eyes with me. Mocha irises met my y/e/c ones. It was like I was gazing into Jimin’s eyes again except I didn’t feel fear I felt warmth and comfort spread through my body. I snapped out of his hypnotizing gaze and basically checked him out. He wore a black suit, crisp and clean with a white button up and a head full if orange-reddish hair. My mouth ran faster than my mind and I mumbled out “Taehyung?” Just as his eyes darkened with love, possession, protective nature, and adoration and he growled out, “mine.”

I gasped scrambling away from him as he crouched in front of me, dark eyes trained on my form. He stood up and walked toward me and my adrenaline kicked it. In one swift motion I had my heels in my hand, the end of my dress in the other and I was sprinting toward the nearest exit…which happened to be downstairs. I took the steps two at a time before I halted abruptly seeing the couple who I ran into in my path. I glanced back up to see Taehyung’s dark eyes on my figure and he looked menacing. I gulped spinning back around before glancing over the rail uncertainty. A growl echoed from behind me and that made my hesitation go down the drain.

For a moment I felt weightless…and then gravity came back quickly as I ungracefully landed and tolled onto my back. I looked up to see the couple and Taehyung rushing down the stairs toward me. I quickly jumped up and took off toward the exit. I could almost taste my freedom before a blonde figure stepped out from the shadows and put his hand to my neck pressure point and it was lights out for me.

~Allie/A

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Ok yall I'm listening to tma for the first time and im gonna record my thoughts here.

I dont even know if this is worth posting but im going to do it anyways. I listened to episodes 1-40 in 3 days, I believe that's the first season.

ep 1: this is v good so far idk not much to say

ep 2: are all of these gonna have somebody named jon? thats the name of the dude speaking right?

ep 3: design with lines and a square in the middle? gotta be real that just sounds like a spider web. (isnt there an entity or wtvr called The Web? i think?) also are we just gonna brush over whatever thing shoved her into the street bruh

ep 4: the eye! That's a thing I remember seeing posts about

ep 6: worms? Worms!! "This story is concerning" arent they all?? who the heck is Jane prentiss uh oh

ep 7: so I'm guessing this is one of the entities we hear about?

ep 8: fractals feel like a Web thing idk its just vibes. this box sounds like a Web thing too- oop yeah spiders

ep 9: ik the hand with the eye on it is significant cuz i see it in fanart but im not sure what it means.

ep 11: web go brrr

ep 12: eyes!! In ep 4 the poem mentions smth about hearing right? AYO look at me makin connections Jared Keay (keye?) baybeeee. Beholding is a thing!

ep 15: I think theres an entity called The Dark but I'm not sure if im just making that up

ep 17: is it jorgen shitener or wtvr his name is again. IT IS!

ep 16: web time

ep 18: sus smells. Is it Eye time?

ep 19: oh!! this is connected to the other one! woah!

ep 21: this feels a lot like the cave diving one so far. was that a squish noise i heard at the end? worms? doesnt he have worm scars from whatever thing?

ep 22: martin voice reveal!! pogchamp! oh wow ok i knew the worms were gonna be somewhat important but not this important oh boy.

ep 23: oh god please no not the books. is this related to the graveyard thing from mist? jw 1279 (doesnt jw mean jehovah's witness) ffFUC KING KEAY

ep 29: i wonder if gerard keay (as ive learned his name is spelled) is one of those immortal death thingies. he does seem to show up a bunch but somehow i doubt it

ep 30: The Slaughter time? Meat! like the upstairs neighbor one!

ep 31: he mispronounced Appalachia >:( aw hell naw this is some Most Dangerous Game shit. this has The Slaughter vibes

ep 32: Prentiss oh boy. worms go brr. beholding is such a specific word i feel like i have to write it down ever time i hear it. spiders again. I still havent figured out which entity prentiss is related with. "you rob it of it's fear" "i dont know why the hive chose me" Is there an entity called the hive? i wouldnt be surprised but i cant remember hearing about it. Nicholas says worms are related to The Corruption

ep 33: "trying not to think about eachother" sean kelly o no re u gonna die. yeah im with jon on this one theres not rlly any supernatural stuff happening. probably they sacrificed him to keep something ? at bay (heh)

ep 34: i dont have to talk about how weird John Doe is right? v sus. The cracking noise is them giving themselves bones right. Apple? spiders? awww teeth i tried to call it. Teeth like the trash bag episode!

ep 35: passages: as in from a book? please no god not litener tell me it isnt so- GODDAMMIT OH WAIT JARED ITS HIM THAT LITTLE SHIT 13 passages + the one they came from. Weirdly wet, probably covered in blood. Bone! from the book that jared has! that's where he got his fuckner book. pages with web, figure in the darkness (anglerfish) stranger who means him harm, smth abt heat idk lightless flame go brr. eww the wormsss.

ep 36: buzzing? like in Hive? this sounds like a worms thing, perhaps the person who gave the statement got infected, thats why she was washing/ itching her hand? lighter?? hold on jared had one and the guy who got killed by the crime dude had one. spiderweb design go brr web go brr

interesting note cuz i cant remember which episode this came up in. In one of the past episodes tim was talking about some mistakes in the recordings. jon doesnt seem like the type of person to just not care about mistakes. he's gotten obsessed with these recordings like others get obsessed with the web etc

ep 37: They have the table? hmm... is this gonna be some fairy ring stuff. oh boy more burning. iron oh boy fae shit. milk bottle? this all sounds like witch shit i gotta be honest. rain water? yeah this feels like witchy things lol. dont tell me he opened one of the bottles. istg. he messed with some witch's spell jar and now he's cursed. is it a photo of his "predecessor" AYO IT ISS I CALLED IT

ep 38: books at lease we know they wont be involved but they couldve been. how come no one but jon ever calls the design a spiderweb? he has a migrane from the design? (idk if it is a guy but i always use he/him in my head cuz jon does) hopefully that means he wont be influenced? idk. oh dear a person is gonna disappear arent they. is david gonna go missing. is the speaker gonna go missing? spider oh no jon. oh no worms oh fuck

ep 39: oh dear this is quite unfortunate. LMAO he just asked if martin was a ghost im losing my shit. AYY TIM. fucking sasha is gonna get brainwashed by the web istg. I think that's a new voice but i cant tell im not v good at determining different voices. is it prentiss?

ep 40: "my eyes are up here but yknow, theyre not." LMAO how come those worms were slow (tim's statement) sasha sounds off. it's not her for sure. Is it like NotGraham? NotSasha? its funny she (gertrude) has such an ordinary death but that almost just causes more questions. If she didnt die due to a supernatural thing then it's something scarier, a person. (ayy me n jon said like the exact same thing) "they'll have to kill me first" oh god oh fuck foreshadowing

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