#lore drop incoming VERY soon
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I'm still working on the lore pages, but I'm way too excited not to post this
This AU is loosely inspired by @betweenblackberrybranches automaton au, I love the whole feel of their au sm!!
#I felt combining their jester theme with a military theme would be a lot cooler than a new outfit alltogether#lore drop incoming VERY soon#Monster Fighter AU#Operation Overgrow#moondrop#sundrop#dca#dca au#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#the daycare attendant
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(most of) The sewer squad!
Surprisingly, Clay and Croc were super fun for me to color. Rat was the one that kicked my ass this time
(P.S. sorry about the lore being so long down there)
Waylon Jones was originally born in Louisiana. He was born into a relatively low income but very big, very loving family. He was also born with Epidermolytic Ichthyosis, which caused patches of his skin to blister or thicken, sort of like scales. This would be the first thing he'd be bullied for as a child, and it would only grow worse as he went through school and his undiagnosed ADHD and dyslexia would make it ten times harder for him. He would eventually decide to drop out of school, both because of his learning difficulties and the bullying.
One thing Waylon had always loved was boxing. His father had taught him and all of his siblings the basics of boxing, and Waylon was one of the ones who really took a shining to it. It helped that he was a naturally bulky guy who could put on muscle pretty easily. So now that he was out of school, he decided to put his free time towards participating in amateur boxing matches. It didn't rake in very much money, and usually took place in some guy's backyard or a junkyard, but he thought it was a lot of fun - and, most of all, he was good at it.
He made the choice to move to Gotham after he'd collected enough money to start a life somewhere else. He loved his family, and it hurt to move away from them, but a big city like Gotham provided more opportunity than backyard brawling. And indeed, it did! He graduated from probably illegal homemade boxing matches to actual, professional matches - still nothing above amateur, but it was something, and it made a lot more money!
It was during this time when he'd gain the nickname Killer Croc, from a combination of his skin condition, how big he was, and where he'd been born. (He didn't actually kill anyone though, he was a sweetie. He's just killer at boxing).
Things started going downhill for him when he finally won enough matches to go up against another relatively popular name in the amateur boxing league. This opponent, not wanting to lose against what was still a fresh face in Gotham, conspired to cheat in order to win. Because it's Gotham, and anyone can be made to look the other way, no one caught the man as he mixed plaster of Paris with his hand wraps (which hardens into something similar to concrete) before the match.
Safe to say, Waylon lost the fight pretty badly. While he would have been a good sport about it, he knew that who he'd fought had cheated, and he was pissed. As soon as he was out of the hospital, and his face was healed enough for it, he caught the other boxer as he was leaving the gym. He tried to convince him to admit that he had cheated and forfeit his win, but they'd end up getting into an argument that'd turn physical when he tried to punch Waylon.
When the cops arrived, instead of breaking up the both of them and taking them both in, they instead arrested just Waylon. Because the other boxer chose to press charges, Waylon was shipped off to BlackGate Penitentiary after a hasty trial. But he didn't stay there for very long.
Doctor Hugo Strange, head of Arkham Asylum, had followed Waylon's arrest closely in the news. He took an interest in the boxer specifically because of the irony of his nickname. Strange would go on to convince the superintendent of BlackGate that Waylon was unfit to be housed in a regular prison because of how dangerous he might be - Arkham would be a much better fit for him.
Strange promised Waylon that being in an asylum would greatly reduce how long he'd have to spend incarcerated, as he could get out of an asylum when he was proven "sane". But Waylon was given a cell in the lowest pits of Arkham - in the basement, where Strange made his monsters. And he would become the living test subject for what would become Kirk Langstrom's own bat-serum; his nickname, Killer Croc, once a source of pride, becoming a cruel prediction of what he'd become.
Unlike Kirk, however, Waylon is permanently trapped in this new form; shunned from society and now living as Gotham's monster in the sewers. Forever a Killer Croc.
??? (Nickname: Rat/Rats) was born in....Well, actually, no one really knows where it came from. Rats was there the first time Waylon escaped into the sewers, and it seemed it'd been there a long time before that, too.
Rats is like a cryptid to most of the Gotham population. But, like, the kind of cryptid where everyone knows it's real, you just don't encounter it that often. 12 year old rat child in the sewers? Yeah, everyone knows about that
They're shy, unnerving, and tend to be nonspeaking, their only appearances to most of the public coming from brief glimpses in the sewers or, occasionally, guiding people lost within them back out.
To the rogues, though, Ratcatcher is a source of information. It seems to know far more than it should, due to communication with the all-seeing eyes of it's many rats. But how much it's willing to help depends on how much it trusts you, which is usually not very much at all.
And if they don't want to talk to you, then Waylon will be sure to escort you quickly out of the sewers.
(Fun fact: Rats communicates mostly in ASL!)
Basil Karlo was born and raised in Gotham. A lover of performance from the moment he could join the theatre club in school, he was dead set on pursuing an acting career after he graduated from college. His first experiences were small background roles or roles in commercials, but even then directors could see the acting potential lurking within him.
Small roles grew into more major roles, as they grew from background actor, to minor actor, to eventually starring in major roles. And they were a popular guy! Pretty face, charming voice, they became Gotham's own star!
In one of these movie roles, Basil would grow very close to one of his co-stars. Their relationship would move very quickly from friendship to romance, as it does when you work so closely with someone. It might have even moved a little too fast, as they decided to get married the moment they returned to America from their filming location. She moved into his home in Gotham, and things were good, for a little while.
But a lot of cast romances end up not working out, and this was one of those cases. Basil and his wife began to drift apart, focusing on their own careers and neglecting one another in the process. Their relationship began to decay, and with the nature of Basil's career, there began to be...people on the side.
They thought he kept these escapades a secret. They did everything they could to not let their wife or the public know about their cheating.
Of course, this was a pipedream.
This all happened around the time J's Red Hood Gang was at their peak. They figured out Basil's secret, gathered material, and would present the evidence to Basil himself. To keep their secret safe, Basil was forced under the Red Hood.
Basil...did not take well to what he had to do as a Red Hood. But he was desperate to save face amongst the well-to-do of Gotham, so he continued doing the bidding of J and her gaggle for a good while.
Until the day, with no interference from the Red Hoods, their wife left them. She had apparently been contacted by one of Basil's partners, and now they were going to leak that to the press during the divorce proceedings.
Basil's life was ruined. His reputation was in shambles, and he was doing more work for criminals than directors. But he decided he was going to change that. What was the point of working as a Red Hood if they had no way to blackmail him anymore?
So they attempted to leave. They confronted J and demanded that she let them go, and without waiting for her response, left.
Red Hoods were waiting at their home when they got back there. They kidnapped them, dragged them to Ace Chemicals, and proceeded to pour an experimental chemical onto their face. This chemical made flesh like clay—moldable, which the Hoods used to their advantage as they toyed with Basil's face. Morphing it into different shapes and expressions for their own amusement.
When they were done, they dragged him to the vat where they were developing that chemical and threw him into it, expecting him to die.
Unfortunately for Basil, they did not.
#frootverse#waylon jones#killer croc#ratcatcher#basil karlo#clayface#batman#rogues gallery#my art#rogue design
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*･ﾟ✧ Movie Date Time!
tags: gender neutral reader, only fluff, movie date!, itadori infodumps at you and you fall in love with him bc duh, who wouldnt?
word count: 1.9k
a/n: i struggled on this lowkey bc i've never written confessions before, also why is there no lore for the human earthworm series cries
⋆｡˚ ♡ You yawned to yourself as you blearily blinked your eyes open, wiping your mouth of a stray drop of drool that had escaped during the night as you slowly started to register your surroundings. Your pillows underneath your head, the sunlight creeping through your curtains onto your face, and a strange…buzzing sound? Did a bee get in through your window?
The buzzing didn’t seem to end as you listened, the noise fading in and out of existence and bringing you out of your sleepy phase with how incessant it was. Whatever bee this was better have a death wish, because you were smacking around your bed for something to swat at it when it continued buzzing, growing louder now that you were fully conscious.
Your hands, while fishing through your sheets, came to clasp around your phone, feeling it buzz loudly in your palm. Oh. That’s what it was. You swiped open your lockscreen to see the incoming call icon, ringing in time with your phone buzzing. You hit accept and held it up to your ear, croaking out a “Hello..?” before being met with the familiar, loud voice of Itadori on the other line.
You whined as you heard Itadori greet you enthusiastically. “Sorry, did you just wake up?” He said, his voice softening up while you heard him chuckle nervously after you gave a sleepy ‘mhm’ in reply. “Wellll, I wanted to ask if you mayybbbee wanted to come to the movies with me! I’ll pay for your ticket, too! Well, I..have an extra ticket already, I mean..” You stretched your arms out as you listened to him, nodding at first before letting out another ‘mhm’ in agreement. “You will?? Great! I’ll come and pick you up, don’t worry about getting here.”
You gave him a quiet ‘bye’ before he hung up the phone, leaving you to flop back down against your pillows and grumble. It was the weekend, so you’d planned on just sleeping in until mid afternoon at the earliest, but unfortunately life had other plans for you. And you couldn’t just deny Itadori, he was so sweet and earnest that you truly had no choice but to go with him. To the movies. Oh no.
You’d agreed to going with him before you could even realize what he was asking of you, sighing as you predicted exactly what kind of movie was in store for you. Itadori was, for lack of a better term, a film nut. The only issue with that is he seemed to find the strangest series to latch onto and gush over, with his newest love being a series called ‘Human Earthworm’. You gave it the benefit of the doubt, despite some of the scenes being too gorey for your taste, but Itadori was hooked from day one.
You’d heard that another sequel was going to be released soon, as well, so you were certain that that’s what awaited you in the theaters. Well, you weren’t going to back out of this so quickly, especially when you had nothing else to do today. Yes, maybe the series was very clearly being milked for content, and yes, maybe a part 4 to something that should’ve ended a while ago won’t be the best film ever, but if Itadori liked it then who were you to not give it a try?
…Now, what to wear?
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”Coming!!” You yelled to the doorbell ringing, hurrying to hop your foot into your shoe as you raced to open the door. You swung the heavy wood open to reveal a smiling Itadori on the other side, decked in more Human Earthworm merch than you thought even existed. You now laughed at your original worry that your outfit would stand out too harshly while going out, stepping out of your doorway while patting your pockets down for your essentials.
“Your shoe’s untied.” Itadori pointed out, making you huff and look to the side in annoyance. “You got here way earlier than I expected, don't blame m-” A light movement against your foot made you stop yourself, taking a glance downwards to observe what was happening. “Eh?”
Itadori was…tying your shoe for you? You blinked a few times in surprise, allowing him to finish the loop and pop back up to face you. “Alright, now we're all good. Ready to go?” You paused in replying to him, the small, almost unnoticeable kind act making you feel much more sheepish. “Y….yeah, let's go. Thank you.”
Itadori beamed at your thanks, patting your arm gently. “No problem! You're gonna need it anyways, we're walking there.” You groaned loudly at his words, tossing your head back dramatically before snapping it back towards him. “Wait, so you *walked* here that quickly??” Itadori turned his head to the side in confusion, nodding. You, once again, fell into a contemplative silence before shrugging and ushering him to follow you towards the theater. You should’ve worn something lighter..
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You flopped down onto a nearby bench, sighing loudly in relief when you glanced and saw the movie theater to your left. While it’s nice having a friend like Itadori, you really wish he’d cut you some slack with physical labor like this. You heard a soft shuffle next to you as Itadori sat beside you, holding up a bottle of water. “Sorry, we could’ve just taken the bus here. But hey! You did it! Good job!” He beamed at you, patting your shoulder while you nodded and chugged the cold water out of its plastic container. After a few seconds, you gasped at the lack of air from your chugging, handing the bottle back to Itadori and thanking him.
You’d thankfully caught your breath after another moment or two, looking over to Itadori who was calmly placing the near empty bottle of water back into his bag. You could almost catch glances of the many magazines he had hidden near the bottom, the comic-book like styling of the title and the huge worms infesting the page telling you all you needed to know about what it was.
“Hey, Itadori-kun?” You cut through the silence building between you two, a realization coming to you. Itadori turned his head to meet your eyes, waiting for you to continue. “I…didn’t watch the last two movies. I don’t even think I can remember the first one, actually.. So, can you fill me in on what’s happened?” You swore you could see fireworks popping off in his eyes when you asked that, a wide smile making its way back onto Itadori’s face as he wasted no time with beginning the summary of the series so far.
“It’s no problem if you just start from the 4th movie, i think, but the first three really set up the world around the protagonists, and they let you see into the mindset of Dr. Richter! Oh- that’s the evil doctor who turns the people into earthworms, but did you know that’s not what he wanted to do at first?? He actually started by researching whether you could do DNA transplants between earthworms and other animals because of a worm's ability to regenerate their limbs!”
Despite him speaking a mile a minute, you nodded along and tried to soak in as much information as you could, smiling a bit when Itadori started using his hands to help explain the plot. His eyes gleamed, the sun catching at the ring of his iris and bringing out the hues and colors of them wonderfully. Brown, with hints of red near the outer edges, the circular glint in his eyes turning a pale yellow to highlight his irises.
His voice was so warm, too, so full of life and energy as he masterfully wove through the story he was building up. You were impressed that he hadn’t once stumbled over his words through this, too, with him even taking pauses after a change or advancement in the plot to make sure you were still with him. You nodded, but truthfully you’d gotten a little lost in how he looked while he spoke to you, occasionally grabbing and squeezing your hands when he got too excited before pulling back and clenching his fists to contain himself.
’I wonder…’ You thought to yourself, pausing before reaching your hand out to cover his clasped ones. He didn’t seem to pay it any mind, by now moving on to the second movie’s synopsis. You remembered he mentioned that this installment was his favorite, so you leaned in and nodded along while you listened to him. His hand, while he seemed to not notice you half holding it, didn’t move from its position on his lap, staying snug and still underneath your own.
“So, I know this is the gore-iest one, but the message it sends is so amazing! It shows how far someone will go to get praise and approval, even if it destroys them, and I think that’s a really important thing to show to an audience. What do you think about it?” He asked, smiling and looking back up at you to await your answer. You noticed him panting lightly as he stopped talking, smiling fondly and rubbing his hand with your own while he looked at you earnestly.
He was so… Cute. So excitable and open and eager to be with you, while still being helpful wherever he could apply himself. Silly, strong, brave to a fault, all wrapped together with pink hair and a big hoodie. Would it really be a stretch to say that you loved all those things about him? You did love seeing how quickly he’d adapted and grew ever since coming to Jujutsu High, and you loved being able to grow with him with your technique and your abilities. So, of course you’d love what Itadori has become, every detail of it.
And he was asking you something, right? You should’ve answered by now, come on, don’t be rude.
“I love you”
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That wasn’t what you meant to say
Oh no.
Itadori’s smile faltered slightly as your words met his ears, mumbling a “Huh?” before his ears began to look pinker by the second. “You- Wait what?” You, unfortunately, were frozen in place as you realized you had said *that* out loud and not anything else. “I-” You started, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth as the both of you looked away to find any words to say to the other.
A beat of silence, two, three, and Itadori was the first to cut through it, though softly. “Did you mean that?” He asked, his hands never moving from underneath your now cold ones. You looked back up at him, unsure if you heard him correctly. “Did you mean what you said?” He asked again, his eyes sturdy and shaky all at once as you nodded slowly. His brows lifted up, relaxing ever so slightly while he gathered himself to continue. “Then… I like you too, I think. I have for a while, but it’s ok if you don’t wanna do anything, I mean, it’s great being friends with you so it’s not like we need to-”
You leaned in towards him, staring at him until he noticed you and pressed his lips together tightly. You didn’t move, nor did you say anything for a minute, only looking at him in silence before smiling at him. “Let’s…go watch the movie, ok?” You prompted, Itadori quickly taking the lead and breathing out loudly. “Yeah, let’s go!” With a wave of his arm towards the theater, you two walked together, smiles gracing your lips as your hands never separated from walking.
#jjk#jjk x reader#jujustu kaisen#jjk fanfiction#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#itadori x reader#yuuji x reader
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💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 18💛
What are your top 3 fave clothes, that you currently own? (can be faves for any reason, like comfort, smth you love to wear on special occasions, etc. 🤗)
Bonus: What are your top 3 fave accessories? (like jewelry, belts, bags, etc. 👜)
oh my god....... this is so hard bc i am a Fashion Girlie. but i digress. have some gpoys as well to showcase the Fits bc i am Proud of Them
the first is this cropped sweatshirt that says practice safe hex. i love her. SO much. i study witchcraft (one day ill practice. one day.) and i think this shirt is so funny and the and when fall hits? im a menace this is all i wear. (bonus shoutout to the patterned jeans in that pic bc they'd probably be my fourth pick for this list i LOVE those jeans.)
second is this brown corduroy skirt!! this is a more recent addition to my closet (i think i got it like last year?) and i wear it all the time. it is sitting on my bed to be put away from the wash rn. it's so cute and simple and goes with so many different things. ive got this outfit i really like to do with it (but no pics of the full thing unfortch) i call my shaggy fit where i wear this with like a lil green tank top sweater combo and its SUCH a cute winter/fall fit. (also this picture peeps one of my weeb tattoos so enjoy xx)
third and finally i cannot believe this is the best picture i have of this stupid thing (censored the face and an identifying landmark in the background LKNFKNSFLKNR) BUT this lil plaid overshirt? i have had that thing since i was literally... 13. so like 12 years and i STILL wear it ALLLLLL of the time. showing my arms makes me Uncomfy so this thing is a lifesaver. and i also wear a lot of plain black clothing so if smth needs a lil spice? ya just throw this bad boy on. plain black dress? plaid overshirt. lil romper? plaid overshirt. plain t-shirt? plaid overshirt. she's everything to me.
OH BOY OH BOY okay so two of these are like. staples to my wardrobe and the other one is. just for fun!
so the first one - my best friend handmade this for my birthday. this is my very own clown collar!!!!!! katie lore drop incoming - i am obsessed with clowns. i have a clown collection and a clown tattoo. so of course when she went to knit me smth she made me this!! i have not had the occasion to wear it but. im manifesting it soon (i will say she gave me this While i was dressed as a clown)
the second picture is of my class rings. (don't worry they've been heavily censored i'm not doxxing myself <3) the lighting is terrible and they also. don't leave my hands so the gems are grody as hell but the gems are blue zircon (my brother and mother's birthstone) and amethyst. im not even like. very proud of being an alumni from my schools but they remind me how hard i fought and all i learned to be where i am today and honestly. i love a ring! i love a ring moment and i wish i wore more so. class rings stick around.
and FINALLY. oh Boy oh Boy. i can talk about this thing for hours. this is my backpack. it is Covered in pins and keychains (spot all my special interests in there....... so many things....) and i take it Everywhere with me. this is actually the Third iteration of this backpack - i had a black backpack that all these pins were on (it broke tragically), then his white backpack had different pins, and now we've moved the black backpack pins onto the white backpack. im a bag enthusiast and a pin collector (i have so many pins....... so many) so i have multiple bags with pins all over them but. these pins are my faves.
ANYWAY. sorry ab being so extra but i love all these things soooo yeah <3<3<3
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i really wish lian♡ can become one of important sims to you and not just a pretty character to have fun dressing up, he's so interesting and deserves a whole story! and by the way, can you tell us more about his personality and background please?
(do i enjoy writing his name with a heart? who knows)
Oop, OC lore drop incoming... 👀
Oh, once I start giving them a personality/backstory it's all over; they become permanent residents in the game. The only reason I haven't put together a house for him yet is I've still got my western vampire save open and my build-focus is still on Chestnut Ridge, but I'm thinking he'll live in San Myshuno. Definitely one of the bigger apartments. (On top of being very good at his job he learned to be good with money from growing up struggling, so his finances are sound. 👌 He may be in magazines now but he never outgrew being a budget shopper.)
It's rare that I don't have potential love interests in mind for an OC, but there's just so many good options for him, and honestly he'd have too much fun playing the field to settle down anytime soon. He's a serial dater and a menace to the local singles population. (Let's be honest, he's a menace wherever he goes.)
I do think he'd have an extra interest in occult partners if only for the added ~excitement~ of it. He's weakest to vampires but they've historically been the worst for him. Always on the lookout for an alien in part because he just really wants someone to take him to Sixam for vacations.
Random Trivia: He started going to conventions and competing in costume contests as a teenager; learned how to sew/fabricate so people would take him more seriously when he won. (He got tired of hearing "UGH you only won because you're PRETTY. That's not a skill. 🙄") He still goes now as an adult (and absolutely still dresses up; he's a big nerd at heart), but he mostly only competes with masked costumes because he's too widely recognizable now and doesn't want it influencing a win.
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Splintskirt lore
this will probably be edited and added onto a LOT
its also very disorganized so you can read as many or few paragraphs you want in whatever order
CW for mentions of death and seizure, as well as general themes of prejuduce
So the kraang dropped mutagen bombs on Earth a few decades ago (60-ish years). It was a series of mutagen bombs similar to those in the mutant apocalypse but a LOT smaller. Like instead of the whole world, it was parts of cities being glossed in mutagen ooze, causing people to mutate and evacuate.
This mutagen was cleaned up pretty quickly, and stored in facilities around the world, that way nobody could get all the mutagen in bulk, and scientists could experiment and work on anti-mutagen. Of course, capitalism, so the anti-mutagen is super expensive. This means that only the richest mutants can get their hands on it, which means Splinter cannot.
Mutants are fairly normalized, but there is a lot of prejudice against them for being "different", "feral", etc. They are part of society, but they are highly underprivileged and not on a level playing field in work and school scenarios.
Splinter is a descendant of a rat mutant. (Yes this means im retconning my lore but stay with me here it makes more sense to me this way). He had a long-time girlfriend named Tang Shen, who was a turtle mutant. She had 4 kids from a previous marriage, all being turtles with a bit of human dna sprinkled in. She dieded though. Tang shen was already struggling with health issues, but she died from a seizure that caused a heart attack. thankfully the turtles were way too young to remember their mother's death, but it struck splinter HARD. Now, he had to support a family of 5 on one income, deal with the traumatic death of his girlfriend (basically wife), AND navigate his children's lives with them being mutants and just children in general.
Splinter met Kirby O'neil after their mail kept getting mixed up. Soon after tang shen's passing, kirby stepped up as the kid's uncle in a way. He is the embodiment of "he's confused but he's got the spirit!" because he is supportive of splinter, even if he doesnt understand everything. This is how the turtles also met april :>
in splintskirt, mutants are known of. They are a huge minority in society instead of a secret from the world. They can do everything normal people can do, they just get a lot of hate for no goddamn reason.
Splinter is genderqueer. He uses he/she/they pronouns. He still has her turtle kids, but they are raised in a small apartment complex's basement rather than the sewers.
Splinter gets his money by working as a dish cleaner for a nearby pizza restaurant, but he also gets money by visiting clubs and seducing drunken people, and pickpocketing them. It never goes any farther than kissing, as Splinter is not interested in that. Splinter is demi-aro-ace, and just uses kissing people as a distraction. This is the main reason Splinter is so interested in skirts and dresses. Soon after the turtles were in his care and Splinter was desperate for money (which they were already struggling with), splinter realized that he got more money at clubs if people thought he was a girl. Her appearance is pretty androgynous other than her beard, so he shaved it off and started wearing skirts and dresses to clubs to seem more feminine. This kickstarted a gender crisis, and now Splinter is genderqueer.
Splintskirt's timeline takes place pretty early in the turtle's life. They are about 10-13 years old, so too young to be on their own, but still old enough to have decently developed personalities.
The biggest change is that none of them are ninjas. Splinter is still Asian, and the turtles were raised with cultural influence no doubt, but they have no need to learn how to fight, as the kraang and shredder are not huge plot points. Its more of a realistic setting imo, where shredder is like a mega toxic clingy ex-friend instead of a murder machine
#tmnt#tmnt 2k12#tmnt 2012#mmmmm tortl#teenage mutant ninja turtles#splinter#2012 splinter#splinter tmnt#splintskirt#donnie drabbles
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dropping some headcanons and lore for my spooky month muses because this hyperfixation has me in a chokehold rn.
( tw for cannibalism, murder, animal violence. )
bob’s background is much more developed, thanks to some help via a friend on discord. he grew up on a rural farm with his mother and father, with the both of them selling their produce in order to create a steady income for their family. bob’s mother focused primarily on vegetation, such as fruits, vegetables, herbs and the like. his father however focused heavily on the production of meats, being the one responsible for selling their steaks, chickens and other profitable meat items. being surrounded by such a food centric environment during his early life, bob’s young mind quickly became fixated on the idea of becoming a chef, which became his dream from a young age.
as he grew up, his father eventually taught him the ways to slaughter the animals on their farm, wanting his son to take up the mantle. although hesitant at first, bob was soon joining his dad on the job. however, one day, something seemed to snap within his mind. just what could he slaughter with the skills he had learned ? once bob became a young adult, that’s when his mind finally broke. one night, he decided to test this theory, sneaking into his parent’s room and striking them both in the head with the very same gun they used on their livestock, killing them. in his already deranged state, another thought entered his mind; if they could be slaughtered the same, then could they also be eaten the same as well ? his questions were soon answered, and thus started his cannibalistic descent into madness.
the amulet within his chest placed there via the cult also has some doings for his cannibalistic nature. he was recruited to the cult because of the horrific reputation he eventually made for himself, the cult seeing bob as a valuable asset in their goals. the amulet inside bob’s chest gives him incredible strength and endurance, but also comes at a cost; it only enhances his hunger further. this ensures that he’s constantly on the prowl, willing to perform the cult’s wishing in order to satisfy himself, but even that doesn’t last long.
now onto kevin. before kevin worked in the candy store, he was actually a police officer, inspired by this one piece of fanart i found. he joined the force when he was very young, fresh out of high school even. kevin was inspired via his uncle, who i headcanon to be jack, and did his best to follow in his footsteps, which he did eventually achieve. however, as true with the chaotic nature of the spooky month series, it was then that kevin truly discovered how corrupt the crime within their small town could be, coming face to face with many horrors that eventually became too much for him, leading to his eventual resignation from the police force. he originally started working at the candy store for a chance at a normal life, away from all the chaos that he had endured, however, it seems even despite the career change, kevin cannot escape the demons that plague him in his everyday life.
#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . HEADCANONS ❝ kevin. ❞#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . HEADCANONS ❝ bob velseb. ❞#I RAMBLED SO BADLY WITH THIS I'M DRIVING MYSELF INSANE#i know i don't have many mutuals with spooky month muses but i had a physical need to just ramble and share my thoughts abt these two
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Played the Henchperson RPG today, rolling random events to determine the story this time! The result was a rather noir-ish adventure involving intrigue, shootouts and a really insufferable smuggling kingpin with poor fashion sense. Welcome back to... the henchperson adventures!
We start with our girl Rose walking through a street market in the entertainment district, when a gun is pressed into her back. She turns around to find she's being stuck up by... an elderly lady.
A passerby help her disarm the old woman, who is apparently miffed at Rose. It turns out she is a remnant of the Mouthless cult, who were her only source of income. She's decided to take back a bit of her earnings by robbing Rose.
Feeling guilty, and seeing a way to piss off an enemy, Rose makes a suggestion: why doesn't the old woman, whose name is Em, sell her leftover tomes of eldrich lore to Book Man? Eager to sic this old woman on the creep, Rose takes Em to the Southern Suberbs, where Book Man has his shop. Fulfiling all Rose's hopes, Em promptly robs Book Man at gunpoint while his teenage intern watches.
Outside in the street, things suddenly take a wild turn: Lady Ice appreas, pursuing Screaming Skull and several of his henchmen. One of them falls at Rose's feet, injured, while a fight ensues between the hero and the supervillain. Rose helps the henchman away from the fight and into a coffie shop a few streets away.
The grateful henchman is named Eddie.
As it turns out, he's a old-fashioned gangster who formerly worked for Zucco, the local mafioso, before ending up with Screaming Skull. He advises Rose to abandon Soprano, since obsessive villains of her type are a bad bet. Screaning Skull, explains Eddie, is more of an arms dealer. Eddie offers to get Rose a job with the Skull, which, for now, she declines.
After Eddie leaves, the skirmish reaches the coffie shop. Lady Ice is hurled through the window, followed by a machine-gun-wielding Screaming Skull.
Screaming Skull:
After a brief standoff, which involves Rose getting shot in the arm, the fight moves on. Eddie reappears, like the gentleman he is, to check if Rose is ok.
The buddingb friendship takes a new turn when the leave the shot-up coffie shop. Eddie, as it turns out, was very serious about getting Rose a job. Pushily serious. Screaming Skull has a high turnover rate and Eddie wants a new apprentice henchman. Rose reluctantly agrees to help Eddie with a drop-off job. It goes fine ... but brings her into contact with the recipent: Rainbow Man.
This arsehole with a superpower interrogates Rose about who she is and what she is doing. Throughout, he repeatendly turns her pet rat different neon colours, just beacuse he can, making the poor animal quite indignant.
The rat:
When he's finally satisfied that he knows what's going on, Rainbow Man makes an offer: accept a small errand and he'll tell her more about Screaming Skull.
She accepts. He gives her a ring to deliver to Zucco and explains. Screaming Skull is not the detatched arms dealer Eddie has claimed he is. The Skull was once a wealthy French playboy. He and his friends got drunk at a party where a small portal to Hell opened up. His friends dared him to stick his head in it, so he did. Now he looks Like That. Screaming Skull is likely both madder and more dangerous than his henchmen let on, and they are trying to recruit Rose in order to hurt her boss.
Rainbow Man lets her go, advising her to choose a side soon. Unsure of her next move, Rose goes to one friend she is sure of: Tim, Olympia's henchman.
At Olympia's hideout, Tim fils in a few details. The gang war in the Entertainment distric has shrunk to three players, Zucco, Screaming Skull and Rainbow Man. Lady Ice's fight with the Skull was an attempt to remove one player from the game, leaving the territory in the hands of the saner criminal. The ring, which Rose has been asked to deliver, is meant as a confirmation of loyalty: Rainbow Man has sided with Zucco in the gang war.
This leaves Rose in a bad situation: if she delivers the ring, she will be demonstrating loyalty to one side. If she doesn't, she will be making an enemy of Rainbow Man and his allies. If she gives the ring to someone else as a goodwill gift, she will be decalring loyalty to them. She settles for having copies made of the ring, delivering them to all interested parties, and using the gesture as a show of loyalty. Only one person can make copies fast enough though: Prince Neptune, the King of the River.
Prince Neptune lives on a houseboat in the docklands, and is more or less a superpowered smuggler. As Rose discovers, he can best be described as a cringefail wannabe Casanova. Even his henchpeople are embarrassed by him.
Prince Neptune:
The fishy smuggler has no stake in the gang war, and uses his powers to make the copies of the rings. We leave off with Rose exiting the boat, rings in her pocket, ready to make her next move. Will her plan with the copies save her head - or pull her deeper into the web of intrigue?
Find out next time on... The Henchperson Advetures! [Roll Tiltles]
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Home Sweet Home
Masterlist - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8
Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors.
Thank you.
Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader
Words: 7569 words
Warnings: Angst, sexual innuendos.
A/N: Last “soft” chap before the action come back ~
**Words in bold are words said in French, which means the clones can’t understand it.**
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Nothing changed. Not the obnoxious people, not the earthy smells, nor the heavy atmosphere. The loud locks of the gates closing behind your group still resonated through your ears, sounding too much like the last nail sealing your coffin shut and not like a protecting device. Was it your instincts telling you that you made the wrong decision? Or was it just the dread of returning somewhere you never wanted to return? Either way, it was clear that you didn't feel any bits of nostalgia at being back between these rocky walls.
Hells, even the council's room was giving off unpleasant vibes with its tall bookcases carved directly into the walls that protected way too many old books that weren't all redacted in French nor in Basic. A map of the planet hung on the furthest wall of the room, the different villages identified with their respective symbol to help with trades, hunts, fights. Frabas' name crossed out in blood-red ink to remind everyone of the overnight genocide that happened there.
The lanterns were the only nice things in the room. The soft green and blue crystals contained within the glass enclosure bathed the whole room in their light. Maybe if you focussed on them long enough their glow would soothe your mind.
"Excuse me? You spit on it?" Tech's sudden high pitch tone was surprising enough to pass through your incessant flow of thoughts
"Yeah. Right there." He pointed at an intergrown knot close to the far extremity of the table where the heads usually sat. "What? Did you want me to piss on it? That's a bit too animalistic." Kayden added as soon as he noticed Tech's offended expression that quickly morphed into a disgusted one.
"Honestly, with you people, I wouldn't have been surprised." Crosshair's jeer traveled the room in a second. It took even less to drop Kayden's mood.
His hand tightened around yours and without losing a single second, you matched his grip to keep him from expressing his frustration through anything physical. Now wasn't the time to start a fight between your own team members when several other players might want to hurt you.
If tonight's bad luck could turn into good fortune at least once, now would be the time. The 'diplomats' were out of harm's way, Kayden had technically done what he was told and thus was not considered a traitor, leaving you alone on the spot.
"Look who just found his voice again." He caught your message and used his words instead. "I was sure you'd swallowed your tongue when you ran like a chicken back there."
"And who ran the fastest in the group eh?" The sniper walked to the table. His hands fell flat on the wood to support himself as he leaned forward, daring the brunette at your sides to make a move.
"The fastest is usually the one to survive." He pointed out as he scratched at his clothed chest with his free hand, his right one still prisoner of your grip.
"Crosshair." Hunter slightly pulled him backward by the pauldron and away from the incoming confrontation. "Enough." He added with a growl, clearly remembering how this wasn't his brother. Not fully.
Against all expectation, Crosshair did back off, although he quickly moved his animosity towards the new source of irritation, clear proof that this wasn't the man with whom Hunter had shared so many memories, good or bad. He was a total stranger that didn't respect him at all and lived to push his buttons. Why he stayed with you all was a mystery, although you weren't complaining. Keeping him restrained while in the jungle would have been a true challenge.
It was like waiting for a storm to explode. The dark grey clouds were there, the strong winds blew away everything in their wake, the thunder resonated in the distance, yet there wasn't any droplet of rain. The men faced each other just like in the cave, mere centimeters separated their chest plates and anytime now, the first blow would mark the start of a colossal downpour.
It was nerve-wracking. Even Wrecker and Tech were watching, clearly pondering if they should intervene or if by doing so they would aggravate the situation. You started getting up as the door opened and startled you into seating down again.
Never had you thought that seeing Arlan enter a room would make you feel relieved, yet, this was exactly how you felt at the moment. It seemed like the sudden entrance of an outsider was enough for Crosshair to back off. You subtly crossed your fingers that he wouldn't lash out at the leader even though the scene would very probably make you feel so much better. The consequences of going against Arlan just weren't worth it.
Before the dark-haired leader could notice it, you separated your hand from Kayden's, both your backs straightened and your unbothered masks came back on. Wearing the well-worn suit of this fake cocky personality was deeply uncomfortable but truly necessary. Over the years it became your best shield and Kayden your best ally.
"Take a seat." Arlan waved towards the table as he walked deeper into the room, passing Hunter and Crosshair like they weren't even there. It took years to be able to read the black-haired leader, but it definitely came in handy now.
His calm tone hid a deep irritation that showed through the tightness gripping the muscles around his eyes. He quickly tamed his features as he took place at the end of the table, his elbows immediately meeting the hardwood of the armchairs to allow his fingers to interlace before him.
Soon the 4 seats opposing you were occupied with rigid troopers. Their helmets still firmly on would have been seen as an enormous lack of respect if only Arlan's attention wasn't already focussed on two nasty boots dripping mud onto the piece of art that was the table.
Arlan only needed one look to communicate thoroughly his thoughts. The hard gaze that could easily be misinterpreted as a constipated one transpired enough threats that Kayden removed his boots without any further delay. The ultimatum was clear and you both knew that there was nothing Arlan despised more than repeating himself. Well, maybe you two were the firsts on his list, but that was especially because you loved to make him repeat himself.
If only he didn't look like there was an entire fire-ants colony in his pants, Kayden would have kept his feet up for a bit longer just to raise the man's blood pressure a little. You swore he got more grey hair each time he had to talk with the two of you.
The disapproving sigh accompanying the stormy grey hues boring deeply into yours was a true gift to Kayden whose smirk widened in consequence.
"Do you know why you're here?" The question resonated within the room with utmost seriousness, a seriousness that you forced yourself to shrug nonchalantly in response.
"Surely not because you missed me." You placed a smirk on your lips to copy your sidekick and complete the infernal duo act.
His dark-grey sleeves rode up his arms as he bent forward, his elbows now resting on the table, to get a closer look at you, 3 chairs away. Whilst being very tempting, flinching under his hard stare was out of the question. Four months in a medbay with kind people almost made you forget what the world was really made of; selfish people who always looked out for weaknesses to exploit and were eager to beat others down in hope to raise themselves up.
"We are here to talk relations between the Republic and your planet." Hunter sharply stated, cutting short the staring contest. "My team was sent in a preliminary manner to inform you of the Republic's intentions seeing as your representatives couldn't be reached through official channels. In the following days, two senators will be coming here with adequate troops to talk in the Senate's name."
How the room got hotter in a second was a mystery. All you knew was that even though his tone was borderline too crisp to be qualified as diplomatic, Hunter's words were so perfectly chosen that you wondered if he'd done this kind of job before.
As the silence following Hunter's declaration stretched, Arlan's gaze moved to the hard visor of the commando trooper. The intensity of his stare left you thinking that maybe he was able to see through the shade. Unfazed, Hunter stared right back as you did just moments prior.
You nearly missed it. If you hadn't been watching Arlan as intently as you were doing, the minuscule flash in his eye would have been overlooked. A muscle jumped in his jaw, filling you with dread. Something was wrong. Somehow he had the upper hand and he was internally relishing his win.
"A very well executed lie, but I am sorry to announce you that the Republic won't come here, Sergeant. Not after the Jedis signed a treaty to never come on this planet ever again." You were sure he paused just to get a reaction out of the commando. Hunter's helmet hid his expression perfectly. If he'd reacted or not was totally lost on everyone, unfortunately, it wasn't the same for Kayden whose eyes grew as big as saucers. "No Jedi, no clone, no senator, no Separatist, no outsider is welcome here."
Say what now? Never before had you ever heard of Jedis ever landing a foot on Fors, even less signing a treaty.
Hunter's helmet slightly dipped in your direction, surely to get some answers through your body language. Surely, he got the message when you gulped, wariness filling your eyes as you continued to stare at the man in his mid-50s. His message had been pretty clear from the very beginning. That he felt the need to add that the clones weren't welcome caused doubts in your village ethics to creep into your mind.
As far as you knew, no one had ever been executed in cold blood. Sure, you'd heard stories as a child about how people who were a tad bit too disturbing in the community would vanish overnight, obviously thrown out into the jungle to be feasted on by some hungry creature. Without knowing if they were true events or simply a way to make children behave, you took a habit of sticking with Kayden as soon as the firsts Furants that created their nests in the crooks of the walls circling the village entered the gates to hide, signaling that 7 pm had recently passed and the Nightmares would show up in under an hour. After all, there was no better nuisance in Alryan than the two of you.
Knowing that Arlan's smugness was carefully hidden under layers of practiced indifference, a very tantalizing urge to break your knuckles once again send tingles into your dominant hand. Breaking his nose for a second time would definitely help your mood as well as everyone else's in the room, you were sure of it.
"The- the Jedis? But they never-"
"It is not common knowledge." Arlan archly cut Kayden short and rolled his eyes with that very particular expression that made you feel like the stupidest idiot in the galaxy. In response, the tingles in your hand intensified. "This treaty is way older than me after all. We never needed the Republic's help in any way, not then and certainly not now." He at least had the decency to meet his eyes as he talked.
"And what do you think of the Nightmares? Frabas-" You piped up, the image of a traumatized red-head girl shaking in her bloody clothes popped in your mind. "They could've helped with that."
"They are protectors." He closed his eyes in exasperation and pinched his nose like he'd repeated the concept over and over again to a child that never retained anything.
"They don't protect shit! They kill us!"
Where had he been his whole life? Every night they came and howled, screeched, hissed, yapped and laughed on the other side of the gates in hope of having some juicy flesh and fresh blood to appease their hunger and thirst. Some even went as far as hitting the gates repeatedly in hope of breaking their way in. 10 hours per night, 368 nights a year, every year.
"They protect the Core that's in you--" He interrupted himself as soon as he noticed the irritation breaching his mask, allowing venom to drip through the closing cracks. His rage fit only lasted a second but it was a second too much. He gave you more than he wanted you to know.
"What do you mean? In me?" You could feel yourself starting to shake. In apprehension, anger or fear you couldn't tell. There was too much going on at the same time, assaulting your already tired mind.
"Nothing that you need to know." His tone was definitive, his grey eyes conveying the same message.
"Bullshit!" You jump to your feet just as he pushed his chair to get up. "If it's in me like you say, I deserve to know!"
Your yell must have triggered something, because as soon as the words flew from your mouth, Rhian and his troops entered the room, bows fully bent and ready to shoot in your direction. Elijah had his hammer in both hands, fully prepared to use it against a clone- your money went on Wrecker- if needed and Pete was ready to blow a tranquilizer- or it could easily be a fast-acting poison- into someone's neck.
The answer to the intrusion was immediate. Wrecker's chair went flying behind him at the impact of his legs when he followed his CO's movement. All four troopers stood on their side of the table, imposing and totally ready to enter a fight if need be. You and Kayden though? Totally not ready. You were unarmed and by the time you took hold of Kayden's bow, at least three arrows would have found their way into your body.
"All you really deserved was to die on Murphy Day." He snarled in your direction as his impatience once again showed through his slipping mask. "Throw them in the slammer."
That's it. Goodbye knuckles. Always the perceptive, Kayden grabbed your upper arm, right below the Algax's clean-cut, and pulled you back to his side even before you made the first step towards the bastard. Always there to keep you alive for another day. What a nice friend.
"Hands behind your head." Rhian barked as he approached you and Kayden from behind.
Doing as you were told, you noticed the troopers hesitating before doing as ordered when you nodded at them. Tech lifted his good hand, the other keeping hold of Crosshair's cage. One of the archers went to seize it, but a sudden shoulder to the sternum kept him away.
He's not just a nerd. You smirked as the archer stumbled.
"Let them keep it." Rhian waved off the fuming archer who definitely wanted to go back and win his fight. Too bad. "Walk ahead. You know the way." Rhian nodded towards the door after getting a hold of Kayden's bow and quiver, his very own bow aimed at the floor. The string was stretched just enough to cause serious damage if he needed to defend himself quickly, but he seemed to know that it wasn't needed.
Kayden led the way with you in tow, Elijah and Pete moved away from the door to let you pass at a safe distance. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Rhian breaking formation to move up to Arlan, who surely waved him over.
You sighed as you remembered that he didn't even tell you why he wanted you here.
The clone's boots resonated against the rock floor at each of their steps, close enough to appease your mind.
"Do you know a way out of here?" Hunter's voice emanated softly within your ear.
You moved your shoulder blades in a circular motion as if you were stretching the muscles and nodded your head at the same time as to not look too suspicious to the archers escorting the group. Good thing that they didn't notice your earpiece yet.
Wrecker must have been the one right behind you because he relayed the message to Hunter through the private line.
"Now?" You rotated your head from side to side like when you needed to crack your neck.
"No." Came Wrecker's whisper.
"In the slammer?" A small nod.
"Yeah."
"Then we wait and we get out as soon as possible." Hunter told his half-plan to the Batch who hummed their approvals.
Once again the unusual parade that you formed along with the armored men attracted many curious eyes. Ignoring them was easier this time around, the familiarity of their chary gazes finally coming back to allow you to concentrate on something else.
This part of the village was carved so deeply into the mountain that even the occasional howls coming from the jungle couldn't be heard. There couldn't have been better protection for a population of more than 700 people than a natural barrier of rock. Sure, this very convenient refuge could easily become a tomb for a lot of villagers in the event of a breach, but several emergency tunnels were created for this very situation. They were maintained at a perfect condition in case a repeat of Frabas' catastrophe ever came to happen.
Every Alryan learned the location of every single tunnel at the youngest of age. They were only to be used in emergency cases and right now, it was an emergency. It all depended on the perspective.
"It never changed." You stated quietly as the slammer's entrance came into view, the dark purple glow emanating from its depths was a stark contrast to the lively colors of the main area.
Goosebumps rose on your arms as you followed Kayden down the tunnel. The nearby natural well raised the humidity in these parts of the mountain and thus caused the air to become colder. Just my luck, you thought as the fresh air infiltrated your clothes by the multiple tears in their fabric.
"In there." Rhian speed-walked to catch up with Kayden and direct him to a cell carved into the wall on his left.
You were locked up with him, Wrecker and Hunter got situated in the cell facing yours, Crosshair and Tech on the one right beside theirs.
Right as Tech got in after a growling Crosshair, Rhian took hold of the cage and kicked Tech inside who landed in a yelp. You weren't even gripping the bars yet that the heavy door closed behind the engineer.
"Give him back!"
"Sorry 'bout that." He threw the cage in the air twice, the flame within shaking frantically as it hit the bars. "Orders are orders." He ignored the yells of his name bouncing in the detention center and walked out unbothered, his men in tow.
"How quick can you get us out of here?" The urgency in Hunter's tone only added to your own raiding anxiety. What would Arlan do to Crosshair? He was totally defenseless.
"Couple of minutes. But we'll need Back-Up. I hope you have it." You turned to Kayden who scoffed in mocked offense.
"You have back-up?" Tech wondered out loud, tilting his head. "I thought no one would help you here."
"Jeez. Thanks for the vote of confidence." Kayden held his heart before reaching for his chest pocket. "Back-up is my Godot." He pulled a hand-sized lizard from his pocket to show the Batch.
The Godot's orange scales shone softly at Kayden's contact, their light reflecting onto the soft line of baby blue leaves growing on each side of its spine. Its three-fingered paws grabbed fingers and clothes to remain in place while two black eyes moved independently from one another to take in what was happening around. Its long tail wrapped around Kayden's wrist as he lifted it up to show off, the small leaves at its end shining brightly in surprise.
Wrecker gasped and lifted his helmet to get a better view of the animal. "That's what I saw the first time, Tech! It's the lizard that disappeared!"
"Nothing disappeared Wrecker. There was nothing there." Tech rebuked.
"Don’t be so sure about that! They can camouflage themselves, right Back-Up?" At the half-baked order, the tiny lizard shut off its light and changed its skin pigmentation to copy its environment to perfection.
"It disappeared Tech! See? That's what I saw and you didn't believe me!" Wrecker's tone raised as he pointed to Kayden's seemingly empty outstretched hand.
"Wrecke-" You tried to warn him to keep his voice down but heard steps coming your way.
"Back-up, go get the master key at home." Kayden hurriedly whispered to the Godot and quickly kneeled to allow it access to the ground so it could wander away and get the required object.
A guard appeared at the end of the corridor just as Kayden got up and threw himself onto the upper hammock fixed to the walls. He moved around to get comfortable and into the right position, hands under his head.
"So, I've heard that Stockholm syndrome was hard on you." Brett, a particularly annoying scout, mocked from behind his beard.
"Nope. Still don't like y'all." You replied nonchalantly despite the urge to punch him through the bars.
"I was talking about them." He pointed to the two cells containing the clones and you lifted a single eyebrow.
"Tech, definition of Stockholm syndrome please." You asked, maintaining eye contact during the whole process.
"Stockholm syndrome," You saw the genius perked up at your request. Sadly, he didn't lift a finger in the air while he recited the meaning of the word. "Is a psychological response wherein a captive begins to identify closely with his or her captors, as well as with their agenda and demands." He ended with a nod and the movement satisfied you enough to let the lack of a finger go.
"That means you dumbass." You spat as you crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm with them willingly."
"Get fucked!" Kayden shouted with a laugh that got half a smile out of you.
"You? Our captive? It sure felt like the other way around." He finally switched to basic and the hate coating his words told you that he wasn't talking about the pranks and snarky attitude, no, he was talking about something bigger than that.
"What are you talking about?" Maybe you could get more answers out of him than you did with Arlan.
He scoffed. "Stop trying to play the idiot. Between the two of you, Kayden's the best at it."
You ignored said idiot's thanks to press the matter. "Okay and let's imagine I really don't know what the hell you're talking about. What in the damn world did I do?" You remembered Arlan's word and almost added what is wrong with me? but Brett was already dropping the three medicine canisters to the ground, out of reach from either your cell or the clones' and went away.
"You live."
You sat on the ground, drained of every ounce of energy you once had. What was wrong with you? Why did everyone want you dead? The fear you felt at Arlan's words came back as you thought about what it could all mean. The Nightmares who stopped appearing when you left and came back when you did. Whatever the Core was that supposedly resided in you and the fact that the Lumsin knew what it was while you didn't. That the villagers never saw you as an annoying brat but a vile oppressor.
You faintly heard Kayden talking with Tech about Back-up, but couldn't make out the exact words, your own thoughts being way too loud for you to clearly hear anything outside your head.
"It's alright. Don't worry about it." An arm fell on your shoulders and pulled you into Kayden's side who now sat next to you on the ground, successfully pulling you out of your own mind. Yet, as comforting as his gesture was supposed to be, you only felt guiltier. Even when everyone else pointed their fingers at you, he was still there to keep yourself up even after you'd vanished on him.
Kayden scratched the clothes over his heart again and cut off your incoming guilty declaration.
"Question. If the half-skull one was to break my jaw or somethin' and that you didn't see it happen, would you believe me if I told you it was him?" Kayden asked, frowning too deeply for you to brush the question off as one of his stupid ones.
"Wha-?" Then it dawned on you. "Did you threaten him?" You asked Hunter, voice raising in octaves.
You knew Kayden probably deserved it, but he was your best friend. You've been helping each other for more than 15 years and there was no way you'd let him get beaten for a stupid jealousy tantrum.
An invisible hand squeezed your heart as you felt Kayden relaxing against your side. He doubted that you'd listen to him. More importantly, he doubted that you'd trust his word over someone else's. Sure it was Hunter's word, but you knew the Sergeant was not in his right mind and not only because of the irrational feeling.
"He wouldn't stop talking." The unbothered tone in which he answered shocked you.
"Yet you've never threatened Tech."
"That's not the same." Why must he sound like he truly believed that he did nothing wrong?
"You may not value his life and health, but I do. A lot." You emphasized the last word so he got the message. "And his word is the only single one in the galaxy that I never ever doubted."
Kayden's breath sharply filled his lungs and Hunter's fingers curled into fists. You still deeply loved the dark-haired Sergeant and seeing him frustrated at your words made a real number on your insides but that rational part of your brain told you that he would tire of you someday and would leave, whereas Kayden had shown countless of times that he'd be there to hold your hand, push your back and pull you up whenever needed.
"Good to know."
Why did his acknowledgment of your words make you sick? You'd said those words yourself and they were true, so how could they hurt that much? If it wasn't of the half-circles traced on the back of your right hand, you certainly would have had a physical reaction. It could have been hiding in your hammock or tears leaking from your eyes, you didn't know.
"You don't trust us?" Wrecker's hurt translated in his low, nearly inaudible tone if it wasn't of the earbud deeply pushed into your ear canal.
"I do Wrecker. I really do. It's me that I don't." Damn. For someone who wanted to avoid feelings-talks like the plague, you found yourself right in the middle of the deepest one ever.
"I don't understand." He admitted.
"I-" You sighed, trying to find the words that would explain something you didn't know how to explain. "I don't myself Wrecker. I make people despise me and-" The words escaped you. Out of exasperation, your free hand moved up to rub your closed eyelids and drag the pads of your fingers down your cheeks.
"When they don't you persuade yourself they do and you tell yourself that they'll give you up so you start to doubt them even when there's nothing to worry about." Kayden shrugged at your wide eyes looking at him. "Don't be surprised I know you better than yourself. You did the same shit with me but I didn't let you."
"Then why did you doubt yourself against Hunter?"
" 'cuz you love him." He answered in your native tongue and you were grateful for it. You weren't ready to say the words out loud and if Kayden, the person who just demonstrated that he knew you like the palm of his hand, said those words himself, then he'd throw your feelings out in the open and you couldn't have that. Not when your brain still expected the Bad Batch to get back to their ship and leave you on Fors, where you belonged.
"You were there longer."
"Yeah, but that was because you couldn't escape me. Give them their chance. You might be surprised." He patted your shoulder like an old man who gave advice to a youngster.
"We wouldn't give you up. You're our friend!" Wrecker added once the conversation in a foreign language died.
"If you still doubt our friendship, then you might want to remember that we passed hundreds of hours training you to be our pilot and that we lied to our superiors to keep you." Tech pointed out, this time with the finger in the air. It brought the tiniest of smiles to your lips.
"Or remember the moments shared." Hunter surprised you with his quiet words that Kayden definitely couldn't hear without a comm device. Had he realized that he was fighting a non-existent enemy? Or did he feel as bad as you following your exchange?
"Or you can remember that you're a freak." Tech slapped his lean brother's shoulder
"So I belong with you guys? Yeah, I'll- I'll do my best to remember all that." A chuckle escaped your lips. "Thanks." You added under your breath, to which the boys nodded and Wrecker smiled brightly.
"Is your chest okay?" Tech asked and pointed at Kayden who was still scratching his torso.
"Yeah, 's just itchy. I think Kerth put some poison Ivy in my clothes. I wouldn't be surprised." He pulled his shirt forward to look at his skin. He winced. "That does look like it."
"You never get tired of looking at yourself?" A soft feminine voice chuckled from down the hallway.
Soft brown eyes shone behind fiery red locks, their owner walking straight to your cell where she stopped to pass you a hot container. You'd recognize that smell everywhere and apparently so did your stomach who growled loudly in anticipation of receiving some soup.
"Good timing, I see." She chuckled, put her pack on the ground and offered you a container. "It's not poisoned, I promise. I did it myself." She assured in basic when you kept watching her hands without making any move towards the food.
Still unmoving, Kayden took it upon himself to grab two containers and let the redhead give the clones their servings.
"They wanted me to only feed the soldiers but I slipped some for you two as well. For all the spare crusts." She nodded at you, who kept watching her in silence. Before turning around to go back to where she came from, the woman had the kindness to grab the discarded medicine canisters and offer them to Kayden. "Take care."
Wait. You had to tell her. It was like your brain forgot how everything worked. Opening your mouth wasn't hard compared to finding what to say. Even then your throat constricted in an attempt to shut you up, but you couldn't let her go without telling her.
She deserved to know.
"Fleena." Was all you managed and it was enough to stop her in her tracks. When she turned, your hand was already fishing around in your pocket for the small piece of wood.
She came back as you brought your closed fist forward and dropped the dirty necklace on her open hand.
She stared at it, surprise taking over her soft features in a flash as soon as she recognized the symbol. She turned it to inspect the back and now was the right time for the earth to open beneath your ass and take you away.
"Where did you get that?" The tremors in her voice send a knife through your heart.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you made sure to choose your words better than with Hunter. "Nixon was a Wanderer."
"He-" She started with hope until she registered your sentence. "Was?"
There it was. The moment to own what you did finally arrived.
"What did you do?" She pressed as you kept silent, unable to say it out loud.
"It wasn't him anymore, Fleena. He hadn't grown up and kept walking in circles on his bleeding feet. He was tormented."
You freed him. You helped him. Now that her horrified hazel eyes bore into yours, Crosshair's words that were so helpful before held no sense.
"He was still my brother." She clutched the necklace to her chest, tears running down her cheeks.
"Nixon was gone."
"I don't expect you to understand. You don't know anything about having a sibling."
The silence following her retreating steps was even heavier than before. No. That wasn't true. The boys spoke in the background and in your ear, prompting you to remove the device to have some peace.
"You're right, I don't." You grumbled in your knees that were now up to your face to hide your features, your arms tightly wrapped around them to keep them close.
"That's the biggest bullshit that ever came out of your mouth." Kayden scoffed next to you. "What do you think I am then? Your friend?" He puffed like it was the stupidest joke he'd ever been told. "Fuck no. We've been family ever since your dad died so cut the crap or I'll hit you."
I should be punching you for saying such stupid stuff.
"For real. I'll hit you so hard you won't ignore me again." He shuffled around to better position himself, arm lifting-
"I've abandoned you." You spat more at you than at him.
"Siblings sucks but we love them anyway." He shrugged. "You're no exception."
Tears gathered in your eyes. Even after leaving him alone to fight for himself, Kayden still loved you as much as before and never once held a grudge against your actions. He was a true god-given gift and you'd treated him unfairly.
Pain exploded into your shoulder and you found yourself colliding with the ground.
"The fuck?" Four spots on your shoulder hurt so deeply that it didn't take long for you to realize that he'd hit you with his knuckles.
"My monthly quota was not yet achieved." He smirked, watching you massage the beaten skin.
"Don't you think I'm hurt enough already?"
"Stop whining, we have Biogel." He shook the metallic container before your face.
"That thing hurts like hell." You groaned, pushing his hand away to sit straight.
"When did you become such a baby?" You shot him the deadliest glare you had in reserve. "Hey. It's a very small price to pay for completely healed wounds in under 30 minutes."
"Completely healed?" Tech inquired, eying the matching container in his hands that Kayden pushed him.
"Yeah! One good layer and bye-bye! Works for sprained stuff too, just takes a little longer." Kayden answered as he helped you apply the cold sticky gel onto your arms. "Little tips: let someone else put it on you." He added as you hissed and groaned under the burning feeling that came with the product.
Your hands closed and opened repeatedly to keep from hitting Kayden in retaliation for the pain he was putting you through. The raging fire led to intense stinging that you could describe as white-hot needles poking your damaged skin.
"Please remember that you love me." Kayden said right before he dropped a huge blob of Biogel onto the hole in your leg. Had he not jumped away, your elbow would have connected with his chest at high speed. Instead, all that got injured were your nerves, your vocal cords and Hunter's head.
"I'll murder you if you do that again." You whimpered while clutching your upper thigh in hope of cutting every pain transmission from your leg to your brain.
"Good thing it was the last one!" He laughed from his side of the cell, Biogel discarded to the profit of the warm bowl of soup which he was already drinking like he'd been starved for a week.
Wrecker's gasp and groans filled the air. A quick glance his way showed Hunter applying a coat of the translucent substance on his burnt hands and neck as well as on the cuts on his arms. Then came Hunter's turn who covered some scratches from the Yappians and after some thought applied some of it on the side of his forehead. No sound escaped his throat, the only proof of the pain assaulting his nerves being the scrunching of his face, unlike Tech who yelped when Crosshair carelessly applied the gel on his wrist and arms. Then, like pain didn't affect him at all, he splattered some on his swollen ankle and it was done.
"I'm sure no one really wants to eat right now, but it'd be good to eat the food until Back-up comes back and we have to leave." Kayden reminded.
"What's that?" Crosshair asked, more worried about the soup than Wrecker was. The tank was already slurping the soup down, mindful of his sensible fingers.
"In basic I guess it translates as bone soup." Wrecker stopped abruptly, mouth still scotched to the bowl. He eyed you in distress, pondering if it was safe to swallow or not. "It's good, despite the name. Hunters usually eat that before a hunt to boost their systems, right Y/N?" Just for the sake of the game, you nodded. It was true anyway.
"And eh… what's in it?" Tech moved the container in small circles to try and identify what was floating in the light yellow liquid.
"Roots, meats, some veggies, guts and ground bones." You kept your poker face as Kayden enumerated the 'ingredients' and Wrecker lost all colors. "Where do you think the name comes from?"
Wrecker spat his enormous gulp and you laughed to the point of tears, soon joined by your best frie- brother.
"He's just fucking with y'all, Wreck. It's called bone soup because there's bone marrow in it to help with our joints. And there’s no guts. We're no savages." You did your best to control your laugh before digging into your soup eagerly. How Kayden always managed to get your mood up was a total mystery, but it always worked and you were grateful for it.
"Could've fooled me." Crosshair taunted.
"Ya can choke on it." You said at the same time Kayden did, getting a laugh out of it.
The delicious soup filled your stomach in less than 10 gulps and it wasn't until you put your bowl down that you realized how good it made you feel to fill that emptiness in you. The soup wasn't enough to make you sleepy after a nice meal and provided just enough nutrients for everyone to be able to face the fast-approaching escape without a problem. Mixed with the Biogel, you were back at the top of your games.
Arlan really made an error in taking care of the group.
"What now? What's your plan?" Hunter wondered, posing his container on the ground.
You met gaze with Kayden and he nodded confidently. "How well can you all swim in your armors?"
"In calm water, we are fine but slow. We can't go in strong water. The current will catch in the plastoid and will drag us down."
A hum resonated from within your throat and you pucker your lips. "You can't give them up. That scratch out the underground well and the waterfall." You taped your lips in thought. Watching Tech who still drank with only one hand, you knew that hiking wasn't an option as well. For now at least.
"Then it's the dark pit." Kayden pointed out.
It indeed was the last possible option. The other remaining one would be to use the front gates and it was the least possible one.
"Yeah. The other tunnels would take too long to get out and then we'd lose too much time walking back at the Old Man's cave." You recalled from your mental map of the jungle. "I'm fairly sure we have two hours until dawn. The Old Man's Cave is 15 minutes away from here if we run."
"Then we run." Hunter agreed.
"Now, to get out… Hey, big guy." Kayden called. "What's the name?"
"Wrecker." He answered proudly, almost puffing his chest out.
Kayden scoffed. "Obviously. Should'a figured." He turned to you. "Is it too late to change my name?"
The moron was too far for a shoulder slap, so you showed your exasperation with a roll of your eyes. "Stop screwing around and tell us your idea."
"Yeah yeah." The childish tone wasn't surprising on his part. He turned his attention back to the tall clone. "So, Wrecker, I bet you're experienced with big shafts so how good are you with pulse-hammers?" In a flash, you threw your empty container at his head with utmost precision that you knew Crosshair would be proud. The flying object was as unexpected for him as the inappropriate sentence was for you and hit him square on the forehead.
"I'll strangle you." You threatened.
"Kinky." He winked while nursing his forehead.
"With what?" Wrecker inquired, too focussed on the unknown term to pick up at the dirty joke.
"Her han-"
"Not that, morron." You cut him off. "The big hammer that exploded that tree back at the pit." You clarified for Wrecker.
"Oh! I've never used one before, but I'm sure it can't be that hard!" Excitement glimmered in his eyes at the perspective of using the powerful weapon.
"Oh believe me it's hard." Kayden smirked way too smugly for your taste.
"Okay. Time out. Planning is paused." You poked the palm of your hand with the fingertips of your other hand. "I call pervert veto card." You deadpanned.
"Oh hell no you can't!" Was there panic in his voice? Yes. Definitely.
"Oh heck yes I can! Once a year for 24 hours and I'm using it now." Thank the gods you'd not used it before.
"But-!"
"No but or butts. No sexual reference in any form, implied or not. 24 hours starting now." He glared at you from his spot two meters away. You could have laughed at his face that perfectly mirrored a kid who just got his Christmas gift stolen directly from its small weak hands.
"You're fucking me in the ass." He grumbled like an overgrown petulant child.
You lifted an eyebrow. "Try again. You can do it."
"Party pooper."
"There you go." As you turned to the rest of them, a laugh escaped your lips at the clones’ expressions.
Crosshair, despite his feelings blockade, was covering his mouth, Wrecker was laughing his ass off, Tech looked relieved behind his horrified eyes and Hunter chuckled. He appeared to be pleased and somewhat totally used to the situation, which grabbed your curiosity.
Later. You forced a cough to get everyone's attention. "Let's continue. To answer your question, Wrecker, handling a pulse-hammer is not hard. Only remember to not touch the head," You had to stop to point at Kayden in a threatening manner when you sensed a perverted comment about to escape his idiotic mouth despite the veto card being used. "And hit with the glowing side. If you hit with the other side, you'll damage the hammer and it'll be useless."
"I can do that!" Wrecker enthusiastically nodded.
"So we plan into exploding our way out of here? What do we do about Cross?" Tech pointed out what he thought was a flaw in your plan.
Right at this moment, Back-Up appeared before Kayden, its fluffy leaves puffing out in pride as Kayden removed the Master key from its belly pouch. What a marvelous creature they were. Being able to fit your own size in an extensible pouch that covered your body from your collarbone to your pelvis was truly amazing and more than practical.
"We'll split. Kayden will guide you guys to the emergency tunnel and I'll go get Cross. I'll meet you all as soon as I can."
You nearly hadn't finished that Hunter inevitably rejected your plan. "No. We stay together."
"We can't. You guys will be the decoy I need to sneak around and find him and having one of you with me will catch attention and slow me down." You cut Hunter as he still looked like he was about to be opposed. "I still have my comms and earbud. I'll contact you every 5 minutes." You offered in an attempt to compromise.
Silence stretched and you got up, already ready to depart. The tingling in your arms and leg had subsided some time ago and to your sweet surprise, applying weight on your leg didn't hurt as much as before.
Kayden unlocked the cells and a hand softly grabbed your forearm. "Fine. You comm every 5 minutes and you take this." He moved to Tech to rummage through his belt and hand you a pistol. "Use it if needed."
You took the pistol with a steady grip despite the uncertainty shaking your guts. It was the very first blaster you've ever had in your hand and it was heavier than you thought. "Don't worry. I will." You assured him, voice strong and unwavering.
But… could you really?
#bad batch x reader#hunter x reader#tech x reader#wrecker x reader#crosshair x reader#tcw#star wars#clone force 99#sergeant hunter#clone trooper tech#clone trooper wrecker#clone trooper hunter#clone trooper crosshair#Good Night Good Luck
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J Watches Arcane: Ep. 7, Random Thoughts/Play-By-Play
Y'all know the drill by this point. Or you don't, and want me to shut up. This show is killing me. Unfortunately for it, I am a rock and cannot die. Unfortunately for me, I still have feelings, and I am feeling all three of them right now
(1:47) Caitlyn @ Vi: I am so mad at you. But also I am still very concerned for your health
(2:40) MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. might be a tiny bit mad at him for the end of the last episode, but also I am fully aware that shit was already fucked by the time he got there, soooooo not really actually mad. Also just glad he's back? I really expected him to show up more in act 2 than he did (he had, what, two scenes? at least both of them were him being a huge badass).
(4:57, "I missed you, little man") god, yes, finally another second of happiness to soothe the terrible aching in my soul. I love my precious blorbos so fucking much
(6:40~) after giving the sapphics plenty to cry/scream about, we finally get something for the folks who like men (jk, jk, the men in this show are very pretty, even with their shirts on)
(9:39) this is a very good example of what makes Sevika interesting. She fucking hates Jinx, yeah, but when it comes down to it, she clearly sees how important Jinx is to Silco. Part of me also wonders what she thought of the Vander orphans back in the day- I mean, she was pretty clearly a friend of Vander's, and a regular at The Last Drop. How bad did it hurt to watch Silco's other goons try to kill them? At what point did she end up hating Jinx? Idk, just something I can't stop wondering about
(10:20~) is. is she. putting in. the staples. on TOP of her pants? forget belts, this is the new way to keep yer pants up
(12:27) oh yeah, crying again
(13:47, "you didn't say they were from the undercity") oop, here it is, the descent of Jayce. or at least one of several nails in the not-yet-finished coffin, yes? for a man who's best friend is from the undercity, Jayce is leaning a bit hard into this divide.
(14:29) I kind of hate how much hotter Silco is with that jacket. I don't know why I am like this. But that's a good jacket.
(19:18) hehhehehehe gayyyyyyyyy. I love Cait and Vi so much
(22:58, "he'll listen to me") why do I get the feeling that Jayce won't? oh, right, because this show loves making me CRY and it's a good opportunity to do that
(24:000, "I'm only asking you to prepare to defend your people") okay. build a fucking shield, dip-ass. designate safe zones within the city, anywhere that could withstand the most damage. set up plans to evacuate those most at risk if necessary, using the hexgates. double check incoming and outgoing trade items, and try to ensure that you have enough supplies to last, even if you have to ration them. set up extra watchmen around the hexgates, because those are BIGASS targets for anyone attempting to cripple Piltover. I don't know enough Lore to make the following statement with confidence, but I'm making it with a shrug nonetheless: Mel, your Medarda is showing
"The decision is yours" that's a very "guilt-tripping" mother line. okay, well, somewhat of one. there's no "I'm sure you'll make the right decision" or "you know what I would do", but I wouldn't be surprised if Mel was counting on that sort of subtext
(28:35) FUCK the way Cait just pulls Vi in closer asdfghjkl; these two will be the death of me
(31:47) dear friend, across the river...
(34:26) oh damn. how have I not seen any gif sets of this scene? or at least this part. my god. cool. I am going to cry very soon, but cool!
(35:28) and here are the tears! I have seen gifs of this part. and tiktok edits that I did not scroll past fast enough. it was never going to end any other way, huh?
#j watches tv#j watches arcane#arcane netflix#arcane spoilers#less tears this time but plenty of aching
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Valhalla || Short Story
With her head resting on her arms placed on the windowsill, ten year old Dafne watched with wonder as the raging storm outside threw snow this way and that. It danced and swirled in the air before hitting the glass in front of her face. Ordinarily, she loved watching the snow but tonight was different. Her parents were out there.
Somewhere out on the ocean they were sailing their ship on a supply run and Dafne was worried. She had heard her grandparents murmur at dinner and knew Dayamanti shared their concerns. Their youngest sister Dielle, however, was only five and played with her dolls in blissful ignorance. Dafne knew it was serious so she had resigned herself to keeping watch out in the snow. She knew that any second she would see the forms of her parents emerge from within the storm. She waited, and waited. For a second she could have sworn she saw something in the dark, and she pressed her nose up against the biting cold glass to get a better look, but just as fast as it appeared, it was gone. So she kept waiting.
“Grandpa will you tell us a story?” The voice of her oldest sister Dayamanti pierced the silence and brought Dafne out of her trance.
“Yea! Story! I want a story!” Agreed Dielle, crying out with excitement.
Their grandpa Alatar chucked deeply as he smiled down upon the kids curled up on the floor in front of the fire. “Alright. Dafne come join us by the fire, dear. It must be freezing over by the window.”
Dafne didn’t mind the cold, though she crossed the room anyway, bare feet cold on the wood floor until they met the soft animal skin rug, and joined her sisters in a pile of blankets and hides, pulling them tight around her.
Their grandmother, Else, came over too and took a seat on the armrest of her husband's chair as he looped his arm around her back and pulled her close.
“Hmmm. Where to begin?” He rambled and stared off into the distance in deep thought, like he always does before telling one of his stories. “Ah yes I know.” He cleared his voice and then began.
“Long ago, there was a fierce Viking wizard. Not only was she a warrior, but she was also a scholar. She created new spells by experimenting with magic. However, she craved more than what traditional wizardry offered so she began a ritual to imbue herself and her bloodline with additional magic that didn’t require a wand. It was dark magic and, being something she had invented herself, quite dangerous. Finally, it was completed, however nothing had changed.
Eventually, she married and had triplet sons. Yet, they too were just regular wizards. Time passed and they too married and had children. However, a strange thing occurred when they had daughters. Each one born to one of these sons had some form of white in their hair. This intrigued the woman. Did her spell work after all? Soon after, the first daughter reached ten years of age and started displaying odd and powerful magic.”
Dafnes eyes shifted over to her sister Dayamanti, who was staring curiously at her. With a shock she realized she was ten years old, just like the story. But she hadn’t done anything that wasn’t normal for a young wizard. Had Dayamanti? She was thirteen. Surely this was all just a story right? Her sister would have told her if she had, wouldn’t she? With a look down, she noticed Dielle was entranced with a big smile on her face, clearly believing in the story with excitement. She turned her eyes back to her grandpa, pulling the blankets up higher and forced herself to put her attention back on the story.
“Yes, she had done it. The woman died satisfied that her bloodline would continue on with powerful gifts. The sons then split off and each one became a different family bloodline. One of these sons became an Arcano.
Centuries passed and a grand wizard city called Valhalla was founded deep under a mountain. This city was a sprawling cavern filled with shops and was bustling with all manner of trade. It even was home to a large scholastic repository full of ancient knowledge and wise powerful wizards.”
“Did they sell any candy?” Dielle exclaimed suddenly.
“Well yes, I assume they must have” replied Alatar assuringly with a smile. “No proper city wouldn’t sell candy.”
“That’s good. I like this city” Dielle murmured with a yawn as she rubbed her eyes.
“Where was I? Oh yes.” He continued with the story.
“There was also a special city guard called the Valkyries who were stationed outside the mountain at the main gates who would inspect and judge incoming travelers for their worthiness to enter the city. The most interesting thing was that only women with the gift born to these three bloodlines could join the Valkyrie Guard. They were deemed the best to protect the city because they were powerful and respected families.
The peace was broken suddenly as a disgruntled man from one of the bloodlines was angry that none of the males could inherit the gift. He had gotten all the research and books he could on the ritual and attempted it himself but it wasn’t enough knowledge because the spell went horribly wrong and exploded in a big radius of energy. Everyone within the city was killed. However, the blast didn’t quite reach the outer gates so only the Valkyrie Guard was spared. They sealed up the city and left, going their separate ways. The city slept, locked away for centuries. But there are rumors spread across time that one day the Valkyries will return to reclaim the city and all the knowledge lost in time.”
Alatar finished the story, wistfully staring into the flames dancing among the coals, now almost burned out. A long silence stretched on for what seemed an eternity before Dayamanti suddenly stood up.
“I’m going to bed now I think. Goodnight Grandma. Goodnight Grandpa.” She kissed both on the cheek, lingering by Alatar. “Thank you for the story.”
He gave a wink as she turned and disappeared into the bedroom.
“I think it’s someone else’s bedtime too.” Chuckled Else as she scooped a now asleep Dielle from the nest of blankets on the floor and cradled her in her arms. “You too Dafne.”
“Can I please stay up longer?” She pleaded, suddenly remembering her parents were still out in the storm. “I want to wait up for mom and dad. Please.”
“I’m sorry but they probably won’t be back for days now with this storm. Come on, to bed with you.”
Reluctantly, Dafne crawled out from the blankets and stood up. “Goodnight grandpa.” She whispered as she gave him a kiss. Hesitating, she added “It was only a story, right grandpa?”
He gave her a wistful stare, his eyes sparkling as the smoke from his pipe drifted lazily into the air. “I guess that is up to you to decide.” Alatar replied softly.
With that, she followed Else into the bedroom and climbed into bed, snuggling deep into the blankets to keep away the chill. “Goodnight grandma.”
“Goodnight, my dear Dafne.” She whispered as she kissed her forehead, moving a stray piece of white hair off her face before blowing out the candle and closing the door.
Dafne shifted in her bed to stare out the window, snow still pounding fiercely against the glass, now frosted with growing ice. Her mind raced with the story still fresh in her head. Sleep began to overtake her but she forced herself awake.
I will lay here and wait for mom and dad to come home, she decided, straining her ears for the sound of the door creaking open. All she would hear that night before sleep finally takes her would be the gentle breathing of her sisters beside her. Her parents would never come home from out of the storm.
Ive always wanted to write this story about Alatar passing his knowledge down the family and also it makes a really good lore drop! Sorry not sorry for the angst 😌 Anyway I never write so I know it’s not very good but I tried. I may do another when Dafne gets her powers and looses her eye later on
#hpma#magic awakened#hphm#hogwarts mystery#hpma mc#dayamanti arcano#dafne arcano#dielle arcano#arcano family#arcano sisters
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So.. I heard about this coffee shop au by @doodledrawsthings for A Hat in Time. So I decided to write for it. And when I finished, I looked to see the lore much more deeply and uhh... it doesn't really really fit but here it is anyway!
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Coffee Shop AU
The First Time
There's always a first time for everything. Your first word. Your first tooth. Your first steps. But some first times come later in life, and are.. not what you expect.
It was a warm evening in Subcon, where a quaint little coffee shop had been built. MJ was taking stock of inventory, and Luka was running his hand through his brown hair, waiting behind the counter for any more customers. It was getting dark though, the warmth slowly fading on the outside and a chilling darkness starting to befall the town.
The bespectacled man glanced over at the currently absentminded brunet, and called, "Luka. I don't think anymore customers are coming. Clo already went home."
Luka sighed, his mind having been on something else. He felt a little tense for some reason. A reason he hardly could recall. Nonetheless, he replied, "Might as well close up shop then, MJ. I'll get Hattie and put her to bed."
He proceeded to scratch his wrist heavily, a grimace on his face. The other noticed and frowned. "Is something wrong?"
The man began sweating a bit, trying to control the scratching now. "N..nothing."
MJ came closer and placed a hand on his forehead, only to pull it away abruptly. "Oh god you're hot. Listen, the second you put Harriet to bed, you take yourself to bed too. Maybe make some soup."
Luka soon nodded and came out from behind the counter. He looked like he'd seen better days. And the itching moved to his back, so his hand instinctively moved there. He bit his lip. "O..okay. I'll do that.."
MJ nodded, a warm smile in those eyes. "Take care of yourself, Luka."
"You do the same," the brunet managed to smile back.
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Later that evening, the shop was closed and MJ had gone home. But as for Hattie and Luka, well - they lived in this homely establishment. Behind the break room was their home, and while it was a bit small, the two made it work.
"Alright, kiddo! it's time for bed!" Luka announced as he opened the door to the living space. He was sweaty, and pale. And he kept itching.
Hattie, sitting on the couch watching television, moaned slightly, as six year olds often did when told it was time for bed. Luka came over and turned the TV off. She looked up at her father, about to protest, but saw how he looked. With that smile, tender though it was, there was also pain. So her protests died on her tongue. "Dad, you okay?"
The man took a deep, shaky breath, and nodded, still smiling down at her with those loving brown eyes. "Yeah, kiddo. I think I might have caught an allergy from one of the customers.." Luka explained, as he paced the floor to his kid. "Should go away with some nice soup though.."
"It better.." the child jumped onto the couch and booped his nose. "I dun want daddy sick."
Luka laughed as he picked her up and twirled her around, only to end up feeling much worse. Like vomit rising in his throat. He covered his mouth as he held her with one arm and and painfully gulped down the offending fluid. "O..okay.. not doing that again.." he heaved.
"You sure it's just an allergy, dad?" she asked, and he nodded. He took a breath.
"Let's just.. get you to bed.." he replied, taking her to her room.
All sorts of things spun in Harriet's mind. She really should help him. He was getting sweat all on her clothes. It probably wouldn't be right to ask him to read a bedtime story with him so sickly.
Luka's mind was spinning as well. In a more metaphorical, physical sense. It was getting harder to walk. And he was wondering why this was happening and what.
Soon, he opened the door, and in the center pushed up against the wall was her bed. Toys and plushies of all sorts decorated the floor and books on witchcraft and other things were neatly tidied away in the bookcase.
He placed Harriet down, and tucked her in, afterwards scratching at his neck. He could've sworn he felt a tiny bit of fur, and thus pulled up his collar. Harriet looked up at him with such worry, and silence. She soon decided to ask, "How was the shop?"
"It wasn't too bad, kiddo.." he smiled, and soon kissed her forehead. Before he frowned slightly with thought. "Hm.. usually the first words that come out of your mouth is 'bedtime story please!'" he mimicked her voice the best he could, which was almost too perfect, and the girl laughed as Luka booped her nose. "Why the sudden change, Hattie?"
"You seem tired," she replied.
"Ohh..! I see how it is," the smile turned sly, but deep down he very much appreciated the break. He crossed his arms. "Think I can't handle a little bedtime story! well I'll show you…" He proceeded to search for a book.
"Dad, really, it's okay. I can go without tonight," she sat up and watched him, brow furrowed.
Luka wasn't letting up, but he kneeled and the pain shot up through his stomach. "..ghh!" Harriet was about to get up, blue eyes wide, when he raised a hand towards her. Taking a few deep breaths, he shook his head of the dizziness. "I'm.. d..don't worry, kiddo.. I'll just.. go make some soup like MJ said.."
The child nodded, biting her lip, as he got up and headed out of the room, closing the door. Hattie got comfortable then, or as comfy as she could after that, and tried her best to go to sleep.
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A few agonizing minutes later, some chicken soup was shakily poured into a bowl, and Luka licked his dry lips. He'd eat on the couch, he decided, and then head to bed. So he lumbered his way there, and sat down, beginning to eat.
His hand wasn't steady at all, and he almost dropped the spoon a few times. Nothing would stop him from finishing.
Nothing except a sharp pain in the hand he'd been using to eat. He gasped with a wince, and just about dropped the bowl. It felt like he couldn't feel it anymore. And then they stretched and melted into claws, two-fingered, purple claws.
Luka's eyes widened, pupils pinpricks, a louder gasp escaping his lips. The bowl was sent tumbling off his lap, spilling its contents everywhere.
"N..no.." he whispered with horror as he stared at it. He thought he was free. And then his other hand began to change…
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Harriet had been about to fall asleep when she heard the clatter in the living room. She opened her eyes, and rubbed at them. Pained moans soon echoed through the house, and her eyes went wide open at that.
What if her dad fell and couldn't get back up he was such in pain!?
She had to help. Just like he helped her. So, decision made, Harriet shuffled out of bed, and rushed to the door and threw it open.
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Purple was almost all he could see of his skin now, and he soon heard the telltale opening of a door. His eyes widened and he turned his back towards the incoming child. He didn't want her to see him like this. Luka hugged himself, tightening the grip as his transformation started to rip his now stained clothing.
"DAD!" he heard from behind him, as little footsteps rushed along the floor. They stopped though, and he could tell she was looking at him with horror.
She gulped, eyes wide, frozen to the floor. "D..dad?!" she called, horrified and.. scared out of her mind, tears falling. She wanted to run but couldn't move.
He groaned as he felt more like sludge with each passing minute. The purple, fluffy man turned to face her then, revealing his changed face. Oval eyes a bright, glowing gold, large fangs growing from his mouth, which was also glowing and golden. And it was goopy, slime connected his top and bottom lips.
Harriet gasped then, covering her mouth as she stepped back minutely. There was a bit of sorrow in the creature's eyes when she did that, but the horror was insurmountable.
Her father.. was a monster.. and and…
"H...Hattiee…? p..pleaaase…" he spoke with a barely comprehensive sloppy and gurgling slur, slithering out of his ruined clothes and reaching a claw out to her.
And that's when she ran, back to her bedroom, screaming and crying with fear. The door opened and then slammed shut, and Luka winced and soon whined, his eyes heavy with sorrow. He lay down then, not wanting to scare her further by running - slithering? - after her. Golden tears dripped from his eyes, and his form soon solidified into the being known as Snatcher. "...I'm.. sorry, kiddo… I'm a monster…"
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Sorry I had to end it there. It's three in the morning. But it's a pretty decent ending and considering it's not actually canon I don't really see a need to continue it.
Maybe I could. As an AU of an AU. I dunno but yeah. Have this bad fella. Hope you enjoy!
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Sir Mr Chongo sir I was wondering how’s this quarantine affecting you? You are music man, does the bonus time help you work or hinder it for bideo gaem related reasons?
Putting this under the cut both because this gets really rambly really quick and also because it gets PRETTY venty and such, and I can imagine that sort of thing isn’t something some people need to see right now (but for anyone worried by this preface, I'm safe)
It’s been.....strange. And I’ve been completely unable to get a solid read on how life is going to be because I haven’t had a holding pattern since this whole thing started. First of all, I’m not sure how well-known this info is, but creating content for the internet is not my full-time job. I’m a software developer for a company that makes slot machines, and I help do some programming and essentially making the game mechanics work together to make the game functional. And before you shout at me because of the ethics of making gambling machines (because I’ve had multiple people do that), all I can say is....yeah, I understand, but it’s a living.
So a couple weeks ago (which feels like months at this point.....lord.....) when the social distancing got started, most people in my office started working from home. I opted not to because historically I’ve been not great at focusing on my job or job-related stuff when I’m at home. Fortunately it was easily justifiable because in our big office building there were only about 5 of us instead of the usual hundred or so. So I spent a week working alone from the office.
That week, we were informed that amidst all this mess (since the company I work for gets steady income via casinos which, spoiler alert, aren’t very popular right now), instead of getting direct pay cuts, we would have a furlough schedule. Essentially, every four weeks, we would have a week where we don’t work and ergo don’t get paid. Kinda like an unemployment free trial.
Right now, I’m in the middle our first furlough week. I’m home under quarantine with nothing but free time. And what kinda sucks is that I was sincerely hoping that I would have this free week to work on one of the big crazy projects I’ve wanted to do for so long, but so far I’ve done nothing but a few small things, like the April Fools Day videos and CPU Kerfuffle Lore Docs, but I guess my brain just....isn’t really making it feel rewarding for some reason. Because ironically there are projects I WANT to work on, but all my productivity and creativity is being pushed elsewhere, which is......frustrating. Like you mention I’m a music man, and I keep thinking “hey now’s my chance to do the thing and make music, you know that thing you love to do?” but every time I open up the software, my brain just stalls out. Same thing for every project I WANT to work on. And I’ve even been taking Vyvanse even though it’s furlough so why can I still not focus? Bleh....
So next week I’m gonna get started on working from home. I’m tempted to try going into the office, since I could probably get away with it? It very much is my job, and there’s probably even LESS people there, but of course I don’t know if they closed it all up yet or not. I’ll probably end up running the setup where I’m working from home and hoping for the best in terms of my level of focus.
Although a lot of what might be getting me so out of focus isn’t the quarantine. It’s just that I’m very stressed. About a whole lot of things. On the day we got assigned furlough, they had to lay off 10% of the company. In a situation like the one we’re in where I work for a company that benefits off of casinos, and the end of a legally enforced quarantine paradoxically gets farther and farther and farther away and yet every date proposed feels too soon, I can’t help but wonder if they’ll stop at just 10%. Not helped by the fact that 3% of all of America filed for unemployment over the last two weeks. And that number grew over time.
And that’s just within my personal situation. Doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to see that things aren’t going great in the world, so I won’t go into detail on that as to not repeat it all, but things kind of suck. And I’ve made the “mistake” of recently sort of becoming really into politics, which means that every day I just become angrier and angrier or more and more miserable, but ultimately more and more stressed.
And I think maybe that stress may be a part of what’s blocking me up creatively? Maybe? Who knows at this point. I’m ready for this all to be over, and not knowing when that will be is painful. And, once again, so stressful. I’ve had a stress headache every day for the last week, and I rarely got them before. I can’t look away from what’s trending on Twitter because I’d be more insane if I didn’t know what the hell is going on, but everything on there is either politics, fearmongering, or just overall terrible news. Then there are plenty of other personal things to have me stressed out.
But I want to end this on a more positive note. So I will say this much. First of all, this whole mess is showing some of the best in humanity, and it’s putting a spotlight on people that I can call heroes without a drop of irony. Doctors, Nurses, Janitors, Fast Food Workers, Garbage Workers, Postal Service, Grocery Workers, the list goes on and on of people who are doing what they can to help the world in this time of crisis, and they will be rewarded (because if they don’t, there will be enough civil unrest that they take their rewards from those who withhold them). And on a more personal note, all things considered, I’m still in a good position in terms of my job. Our team fills a helpful niche, and our ability to work from home more reliably than others is a good asset at a time like this. And even with furlough cutting my pay somewhat, I still have a good bit in savings if necessary, and we can still cover all of our bills.
The future is looking rough. It’s looking really really rough. And I know I can’t see the future, but I know that we’re going to get through it. A year from now, a changed world will look back on this as a tragedy, but we’ll be with each other as we do it, giving our close friends big hugs.
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I warned last time that we were now heading into a decline in The Legend of Zelda TV series’ quality. That was certainly the case from the mediocre “Stinging a Stinger,” which followed the contrasting and excellent pinnacle of the cartoon, “Underworld Connections.”
“Hitch in the Works” continues this trend, skirting dangerously close to becoming the most boring episode in the series. Thankfully, the episode is saved somewhat in the final sequence, but overcoming the filler beforehand is a trial that even Link would hesitate to pursue.
Doofing around
Link tells Doof about his plan to simultaneously drop his cleaning duties and win Zelda’s affection. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
There is a surprisingly ominous opening to this episode, with a castle door slowly opening and a suspicious shadow being cast across a dimly lit room as foreboding music plays. As it turns out, the mysterious figure is just Link sneaking around, navigating his way out of North Castle to go fishing before Princess Zelda can find him and force him to do chores. It’s a fun and compelling little opening sequence while it lasts, but things quickly become much less engaging from here.
Zelda inevitably finds Link and orders him to get back to his duties. Link avoided chores before in “Cold Spells,” wherein he faked a cold to avoid the labor. He doesn’t get off so easily this time, which is unfortunate for both him and the viewer as watching him bumble around the cellar is a chore in itself.
Allow me to quickly run you through the first half of this episode to save you time and boredom: Link does chores. Link meets a robot. The robot breaks. The robot belongs to a man called Doof, the castle handyman and Link’s friend. Doof fixes his robot. The robot makes a mess. Moblins arrive and break the robot. Link fights the Moblins. Doof fixes the robot again. The robot collapses yet again and Link is scolded by Zelda for goofing off. Link resumes his chores. We’re now halfway through the episode, but this robot seems important, right?
It isn’t seen again for the remainder of the episode.
Far too much screentime is given to Doof’s robotic cleaning servant, which contributes very little to the episode.
It’s not that I wouldn’t be open to seeing more slice-of-life scenes in this series; it could be a refreshing change of pace to watch Link and Zelda spend more time at North Castle, rather than adventuring in Hyrule or the Underworld. The problem is that nothing interesting happens in the first two-thirds of this episode, and certainly nothing that makes me think, “This is The Legend of Zelda.”
As for Doof himself, he is similar to Sleezenose in the previous “Stinging a Stinger” episode: a non-canon character with a single-episode appearance and very little to offer the series. Despite the amount of screentime Doof has, he has very little relation to the final Underworld sequence, which feels incredibly detached from everything that leads up to it. In other words, everything that occurs before the final five minutes of the episode feels like filler.
Zelda overhears Link’s plan to make Doof’s fake Moblins capture her and decides to play along.
After Link is done cleaning up the assaulting Moblins, Doof’s robot crashes into him, rendering Link unconscious. Zelda wakes Link up and accuses him of sleeping on the job, refusing to believe the castle was ever under attack. Link, still determined to get out of doing his assigned chores, asks Doof if he can use his magic and craftsmanship skills to make some fake Moblins. Link’s plan is to fool Zelda into thinking she is being captured, giving him an opportunity to “save” her, win her affection, and get out of his cleaning duties. Unfortunately for Link, Zelda overhears his plan, and when real Moblins attack again, neither of our heroes attempt any resistance against what they perceive as Doof’s manufactured minions. Following this error in judgment, Zelda is kidnapped more easily than ever.
Thank Hylia for Ganon, who’s about to save this episode from all of the tedium endured so far.
The princess bride
Ganon’s Jewel of Control is designed so that anyone who wears it obeys the evil wizard’s orders.
With the princess in his clutches, Ganon plans to use his new device, the Jewel of Control, on her. This is a necklace that forces the wearer to obey all of Ganon’s orders. Ganon announces to Zelda his plans to marry her so that he may become the new ruler of Hyrule, and while she initially and unsurprisingly refuses in disgust, she promptly agrees as soon as the Jewel of Control is placed on her. Like the Force Field Ring in “Doppelganger,” the Jewel of Control is another item that is exclusive to the TV series and not based on any of the items from the games, but it feels like a plausible enough device that may be used by a Legend of Zelda villain.
Link inevitably arrives to crash the wedding, but Zelda isn’t in a hurry to be rescued after becoming a slave to Ganon’s command. She insists on marrying Ganon, which confuses Link and puts a halt on his escape plan.
Having Zelda hypnotized into serving Ganon introduces an interesting dynamic for the series that, unfortunately, isn’t explored enough
Having Zelda hypnotized into serving Ganon introduces an interesting dynamic for the series that, unfortunately, isn’t explored beyond Zelda mindlessly agreeing to get hitched. If only the episode hadn’t wasted so much time before this point, the Jewel of Control’s influence on Zelda could have had much more potential. It would have been fun to see Zelda conform to Ganon’s orders as his new servant, stealing the Triforce of Wisdom from North Castle under the guise of the ordinary Princess Zelda, and being forced to fight Link. It’s an interesting concept that feels squandered and rushed by being crammed at the end of a dull and failing story, rather than being used as the core of the adventure as it deserved.
Let’s not lose our heads, though
When Link’s rescue mission goes south, Ganon summons the Gleeok for a rematch against Link.
Ganon has an ace in the hole to deal with Link’s interruption and unleashes a familiar face (or three) from “Kiss ‘N Tell,” the Gleeok. The heads of the Hydra-like hellion aren’t as talkative this time around, roaring in anger rather than blathering amongst themselves. It makes sense, of course: Link made a mockery of the Gleeok last time they met, and there is no time for goofs as vengeance burns in all six of those eyes. It may not sound exciting to watch Link repeat the same fight as before, especially after already watching him battle the commonplace Moblins and Stalfos to reach this point, but there is one aspect of this fight that makes things incredibly entertaining.
After avoiding the beast’s incoming flames, Link zaps the Gleeok three times. A successful series of Crissword zaps usually results in enemies vanishing back to the Evil Jar, which is the case here — but only the creature’s body disappears. The Gleeok’s heads remain, flying through the air, chasing Link, and spewing fiery breath in his direction. This is a special moment, as this is what happens when Link fights the Gleeok bosses in the original Legend of Zelda game.
This time, the Gleeok enters its second battle phase, with its detached heads flying furiously at Link.
Fighting a Gleeok is a little more graphic in the game — at least technically. The simplicity of the game’s sprites and animations help keep the gory details of Link’s battle vague on the screen, but the game’s manual says, “Heads that Link cuts off from its body fly around in the air.” Rather than having Link sever the Gleeok’s heads with his blade, which may have been too violent for a children’s cartoon, the TV series cleverly gets around this by instead having Link using sword zaps to make the Gleeok’s torso disappear.
With the heads furiously flying toward Link and relentlessly hurling flames at him, Link decides to avoid confronting them directly. Instead, he runs toward Ganon, luring the heads to crash into their master and explode upon impact, allowing Link to take Zelda and escape back to the surface.
There aren’t any new enemies introduced in this episode, but there is something very familiar about the monster who presides over Ganon’s wedding ceremony. This Grim Reaper-like figure looks almost identical to the Magician from The Adventure of Link’s artwork, with the purple cloak, white skin, red eyes, and lined face making the appearance uncanny.
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The wedding scene from the “Hitch in the Works” episode of the TV series.
Official Adventure of Link artwork of the magician (courtesy of Zelda Wiki).
From a Zelda lore perspective (within a non-canon story notwithstanding), it could also be interpreted as a Wizzrobe with a scythe. Either way, the creature is never addressed by a name or title, so it’s assumed to just be a generic creature that resides in the Underworld. The influence of the visual appearance is very clear, however, and makes sense considering that the TV series’ production team was likely given many materials to work from, including official Zelda game artwork. It feels like a fun little homage, even if the context is vague.
Hitch your wagon elsewhere
Ganon looks about as bored as me watching this episode. At least he made the right decision to shake things up toward the end.
There isn’t a whole lot more to say about “Hitch in the Works,” especially as the majority of the episode is very forgettable. Zelda doesn’t get the chance to engage in any action this time around, and even her role as a mind-manipulated damsel is dull and underplayed. As is a common problem within the TV series, the dialogue isn’t particularly inspired, either. Link delivers the most lame and slapdash comeback ever when arriving at the wedding and giving his reason why the couple should not be wed: “Yeah, I got a reason. And here it is: Back off, Ganon!” Speaking of Ganon, however, he remains the best part of this series and is the saving grace of this episode.
We still have another poor episode to go before the series picks up in quality again, but let’s not end this review on a downer. After all, I may have been a bit harsh on “Hitch in the Works.” That’s right, I lied: There is one magical moment aside from the Underworld battle. I don’t need to describe it to you. Just observe the animated GIF below.
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"Thankfully, the episode is saved somewhat in the final sequence, but overcoming the filler beforehand is a trial that even Link would hesitate to pursue." The Legend of Zelda TV series retrospective: Episode 10, ‘Hitch in the Works' I warned last time that we were now heading into a decline in The Legend of Zelda…
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Zero One 04: Watch out for incoming lore!
(And for incoming Riders and rocket fists.)
So, I’ve been having a lot of trouble freeing up the brain power to actually, y’know, even get myself to watch this week. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, it’s just that I’m completely drained. So, this might not go as in-depth as I have in the past.
On a lore episode.
Ah well.
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We’re starting this episode off with a bang – almost literally. The trip Aruto and Izu are on is to observe Anna, a tourguide HumaGear. At first, he’s still having fun, because, y’know, it’s a bus tour.
And then Anna announces that they’re coming up to the site of a significant event.
Aruto’s excitement drops off.
He was there, after all.
In Daybreak Town.
(One of the young boys who is also on the trip grows just as serious, looking down in the same way Aruto is.)
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It turns out that Daybreak Town was a collaboration between the Japanese government, Hiden Intelligence, and a number of other corporations to design a city run by HumaGears. It was also where they launched the satellite from, the one that controls them.
We get treated to a diagram of several of the company logos spreading across the city, implying that they each were in charge of a district, before a ‘blueprint’ of the satellite.
I don’t like the phrasing said blueprint uses for some of the data readouts. There’s “Core Unit”, which is fine. The two “M-Wheels” are probably short for Motion, and what keep it stable. The section labeled “Life Line” is a little concerning. And I really, really, wish that Toei had chosen literally anything else for the bottom one, which reads “Slave Analyzer.”
Like, I know this is a Japanese show, and the kids probably aren’t going to be able to read it, but their parents? MAYBE! And since we’re dealing with ‘robots’ who are slowly gaining sentience… yeah. I’m not comfortable with this at all.
ANYWAY. Let’s leave the sub-text issues, and into the real-text issues, shall we?
And it sure is an issue!
Like I mentioned before I got off track, the city was an attempt to design an urban center run by HumaGears, as well as all sorts of research projects, including the satellite.
But 12 years ago, there was an accident in the Research and Development sector. It’s shown as a wide view of the city, showing just how large the explosion was – and it was big. And bright blue. You know. The same type of blue flame that we see in Aruto’s flashbacks.
But the damage didn’t stay in R&D for long, and it spread to the power infrastructure. In the end, the entire city was wiped out.
Even 12 years later, nobody is allowed in.
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Back in the present, we see Anna and the school tour (and Aruto and Izu) at a viewing platform, with a view of the lake that the city has become.
At one very smug looking students prompting, Anna explains that the theory is that the incident was likely caused by faulty maintenance.
Aruto looks away, remembering how Isamu had said that the truth was covered up, that HumaGears had gone on a murderous rampage.
Nobody sees a certain hooded not-Gremlin approach the bus driver, tapping on the window with a Zetsumeriser and Zetsumerise Key.
Two kids start mocking one of their classmates, the one who had gotten as serious as Aruto earlier, saying that it was his dad’s fault, because he was the one in charge of the factory. One of them says that his dad blew the whole thing up.
The bus explodes behind them.
The bus driver, the soon-to-be-overwritten Bāsu, pulls out his key and ‘transforms.’ I know that his name is basically ‘bus’, but Rider Wiki also romanizes it as ‘Burs’, which I can only assume is because of his incredibly massive sideburns. Like, dang, those are big.
But we don’t have Bāsu for much longer, because he becomes the Onycho Magia, based off of the Onychonycteris, the most primitive form of bat. Interestingly, it may have been diurnal. The fossil record is inconclusive so far, but it may not have had the adaptations to echolocate, or the enlarged eyes that nocturnal bats have.
Something I’ve noticed is that most of the species that have been used as Magia so far have something in common aside from all being extinct: They’re mostly comparatively recent discoveries, and there are very few fossils that have been found of them. Just something I thought might be worth noting for the future.
Also, Onycho has huge claws on his ‘normal’ hands and also on each finger of his wings – remember, bat wings are technically webbed hands. Those ridges are fingers. Onychonycteris had claws on each finger, unlike modern bats, who only have two or three.
As Aruto yells for the kids to get out of there, Jin sits on top of a retaining wall, kicking his legs idly, and asks Onycho – who can’t hear him, anyway – to kill some humans for him.
Whenever he says that to his Magia… that’s the only time he’s really serious. That’s the only time he drops the smile.
Interesting.
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After the OP, which I love, we cut to Onycho pursuing the tour group through a wooded area, Aruto herding the kids along. One of them, the one who was being mocked earlier, trips. As Onycho catches up, Aruto prepares to transform – but doesn’t get to do more than pull out his belt before shots are fired from another direction. He hurriedly hides it behind his back as Isamu and Yua show up on scene – somehow – and transform.
Of note, Isamu still has to force his Key open, and he’s still punching the bullet. Yua has no such issue, and just lets her armor form, before they go on the offensive.
She’s still quick and efficient, while he’s more of a wildcard whose primary mood is ‘gun.’
Onycho quickly gets out of range when he goes to hang upside down on a high branch, and then flies away. (There’s an ‘analyzing’ sound effect as Izu watches him fly off.)
The two agents detransform as they go up to Aruto, the boy, and the two functioning HumaGear. Isamu points out that ‘Oh, look, Hiden’s president is here. Again.’ But the boy, who’s been sitting on the ground, curls in on himself, saying something about wondering why this is happening to him.
Both Isamu and Aruto look at him in concern.
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Back in Aruto’s office, we have Aruto, Izu, Anna, Isamu, and the boy. Said boy’s name is Sakurai Gou, and his father was one of the victims 12 years ago.
I can’t help but wonder just how many people died that day.
Especially when Gou says that people have always told him that it’s his fathers fault it happened. That’s an awful lot of weight on a teen’s shoulders. And, Isamu, I know you mean well, but I don’t think that’s quite the way to go about reassuring a kid that it’s not his dad’s fault. Usually, people don’t react well to someone saying that it was HumaGears, who were designed to kill.
Although, Gou seems to take Isamu’s claim that it was HumaGear who leveled the factory in stride.
Isamu, of course, doesn’t take Izu’s statement that ‘there are no records to back up his claim’ very well., yelling that it’s because it was covered up.
Anna points out that the consensus is that it was caused by faulty maintenance.
Aruto looks down as he wonders if the concensus is the same things as the truth.
Anna watches him, just like she’d watched Isamu during his claim that Daybreak happened because of the HumaGear.
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Outside, Isamu and Gou are leaving, and Gou says that he wants to know the truth.
Isamu asks if he really feels that way, and when Gou nods… he says that he does, too.
“Hey, kid, want to go break into a secured area?”
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Ohhhh, man, I like Serious Aruto.
He’s flat out interrogating Jun, asking what happened at their factory 12 years ago.
But all that Jun will say is that he can’t recall.
Anna and Izu both call him out on this – not activating their look-up functions, by the way. Anna asks why there’s no record of the HumaGear uprising. Which implies that she knows there was one, somehow. Izu says that a cover-up seems intentional.
Aruto knows he’s hiding something, the way that Jun is so nervous makes that pretty clear. And he’s not a comedic nervous, like we’d expect from his characterization in the first three episodes. No, he’s scared… and maybe ashamed. Especially given how, as he takes his leave, he says that ‘sometimes, the way business works means that you have to keep the truth in the shadows.’
So, there’s definitely at least one layer of cover-up here. Probably more than one, in fact. This is written by the same guy as Ex-Aid, after all.
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Later on, Anna and Aruto – without Izu, it would seem – are basically confirming to each other that they want to find out the truth.
Anna is looking into this because, as a bus guide, it’s her duty to know the historical facts of her tour. It’s her duty to make sure the truth is known.
Aruto says that he guesses they’re going back to Daybreak Town then. After all, he’s the president. He can’t ignore an employee in need.
He’s not saying that he wants to know, too. Not out loud, anyway.
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The next day, at the entrance to Daybreak Town, Gou and Isamu are… actually breaking into a secured area. I mean, it was a foregone conclusion, but I didn’t think they’d be this blatant about it. Isamu’s even got a huge bag with him, probably with some sort of camera equipment or something. They’re not alone, though, when Yua steps in front of the gate, asking what they think they’re doing.
What they think they’re doing is that they’re going to find the truth.
She sighs. She’s not going to be able to stop them, is she? So, Yua pulls out a grey Progrise Key, and offers it to Isamu. She does say that it’s ‘high performance’, and he probably won’t be able to use it. He asks why she’s giving it to him, then, which is a valid question.
Yua just warns him to not forget what his job is.
Isamu takes the Punching Kong key, tucks it into his suit jacket, and takes off his tie, smirking. “Actually, I’m off duty today.”
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As Isamu and Gou are about to set out on an inflatable motorboat – which appears to somehow be what he had in that giant bag – Gou isn’t sure if they’ll really find anything by going out there, to which Isamu says that they’ll just have to try.
And then a bunch of Trilobite mooks come up – some of them still saying ‘intruder detected.’
See? This is what he means by a cover-up!
Isamu’s shooting some of them down, but one gets close to Gou-
And is tackled into the water by Aruto.
Isamu accuses him of being there to make sure they don’t see anything they aren’t supposed to, but Aruto shoots that down. (Heh.) He wants to know what happened, too.
Completely ignoring Izu’s protests about ‘protecting his secret identity,’ he pulls out his belt and stands next to Isamu.
“Do you want to die, get out of- wait what’s that belt?!”
Aruto, with his serious face on, promises, as Hiden’s president, that he’ll find the truth, and transforms.
Both Isamu and the Trilobites dodge the heck out of the way of that robot grasshopper – and yet he still can’t believe his eyes when he’s standing next to Zero One.
Aruto tells Anna to go with the two of them – it’s a tour guides job to make sure her guests get to their destination, after all. He takes over fighting the Trilobites, as they head out.
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Ohhhh. I’ve just realized that comment I made earlier about the rarity of the species used for the Magia. I’m making a separate post right now, but I’m copy-pasting it in.
The skeletal design of all the Magia isn’t just to make it easier to repurpose the suits - it’s because they’re all using extinct creatures as their base. They’re all fossils, themselves.
The main Magia, the corrupted ones with powers, are all powered by creatures that have relatively few examples in the fossil record.
The mooks, however, are Trilobites. This doesn’t just allow the anonymity factor with the shell acting as a mask.
Trilobites are incredibly common, and as such, make the perfect option for a swarm of faceless cannon fodder.
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In the flooded ruins, Isamu, Gou, and Anna make their way to what used to be the control room of the factory, where Gou’s father worked.
It’s also where the explosion started.
Why… is Anna the one searching for things to help them find the truth? She explicitly says that she will look. That’s odd.
And why would the control room be where an explosion started? Why not, say, the factory floor, or a lab, or a test area?
Why the control center?
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On the shore, Zero One handily dispatches the Trilobites with a Shark-powered Slash finisher. Much like his Impact finishers, it involves the sword summoning a giant hecking row of sharks teeth.
I love this seasons fights.
And here comes Onycho, swooping in with energy spheres to blast our hero back. Aruto tries to jump after him, to bring him down to the ground, but he can’t jump high enough on command to catch up to someone who’s continuing upward, and misses.
As he picks himself up, Izu throws him a Brand New Toy Progrize Key, which fortunately he catches. Y’know, unlike the unfortunate incident with the Attache Calibur in episode one.
WING
When the robo-bird is beamed down, it attacks Onycho for a while, before Aruto finally uses the key. And there are bright pink feathers fluttering around whenever it hits, too, which is really cool!
Fly to the sky! Flying Falcon!
Spread your wings and prepare for a force.
…We’re never going to see this form again.
Not with how Zero One immediately rises into the air, and doesn’t even try to land as he and Onycho start an aerial fight over the lake, swooping around the buildings, firing attacks, Aruto streaming pink and yellow energy effects with every movement.
This thing requires far too much CGI for us to see it more than… I’d say about one more time in-show, and maybe in one of the movies. Maybe.
This is GataKiriBa all over again.
Also, as he’s flying around, Izu waves, wishing him a safe trip.
Izu, I love you.
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In the office, Gou’s given up. He can’t find anything… it must have been his fathers fault after all. Why bother looking any further?
…son of a- Toei named this kid Gou on purpose, didn’t they? I was initially thinking, ‘oh, hey, they’re reusing names, that’s nothing new.’ And then I just remembered that ‘Oh, right, the main Gou’s father actually was to blame for the robot uprising in Drive!’
Anyway, significant name reuse aside, the kid’s surrendered, but Isamu encourages him to keep looking.
And then the Trilobites show up. Even as he’s fighting them, Isamu keeps giving small!Gou a pep talk. It can’t have been his fathers fault, it was the HumaGear! So if you don’t believe in him, who will?
Isamu, I get it, but, uh, maybe don’t take this much of this particular trait from Mach? The one where you say that a human can’t have be to blame, it’s the out of control robots? I’m just saying. I doubt this kids father in particular was to blame, but I’m pretty sure at least one human was very heavily involved in what happened here.
Looking at you, Grandpa Hiden. You are very much not above suspicion.
Isamu’s statement, as he is getting very beaten up, that “if you stop now, it’s all over, so raise your head and keep going’ seems to be as much to himself as it is to Gou.
And he’s getting very beaten up, so he pulls out the Punching Kong key.
I’m pretty sure that not only did Yua not unlock it, he’s also opening them wrong. I know that’s just a joke theory at this point, but it really looks like he’s actively blocking the part that swings out when he’s holding the keys, so I think he’s making it worse on himself.
Whoops.
It’s still not fair that his transformation is this cool. This time, instead of punching the bullet dead on, he backhand punches it. Because why not.
Punching Kong!
Enough power to annihilate a mountain.
…Huh. The keys that Vulcan and Valkyrie use don’t have the pre-announcements that Zero One’s keys do. Like, he has the whole ‘fly to the sky’ for Flying Falcon, and the ones for Rising Hopper and Biting Shark, but there’s no such announcement for the three AIMS keys. Interesting.
As Vulcan starts wailing on the Trilobites, Gou takes his advice to keep going forward to heart, and starts looking again. Good thing he looked right in front of him, because he finds an SD card with the Hiden Intelligence logo on it.
According to Anna, it’s the memory chip for an older model of HumaGear. She inserts it into one of her earpieces to start reading the data.
…Maybe you shouldn’t be doing that in the middle of a battle area? I’m just saying. Maybe, you know, wait until you guys are out of there?
Yeah, see? Aruto and Onycho crash in through a wall, and the Magia fires off a set of cables, overtaking Anna. Nobody is okay with this, least of all Anna.
Who is fighting back. She lasts longer than any of the other Trilobite transformations we’ve seen. The overhaul completes, and ‘she’ goes after Gou, grabbing him by the neck… and as Vulcan aims his ShotRiser in her direction, she stops, and her ear pieces start flashing between the hacked red and their native blue.
…wow…
“Now p-playing… f-footage from-”
She activates her ear pieces to play the security footage. And it is still Anna in there. She’s fading fast, but she’s still there. She is so intent on seeing this through… I hate to say this, but Anna would have made an excellent Magia, wouldn’t she?
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The footage is absolutely heartbreaking.
Gou’s father, Sakurai Satoshi, is in his office, lit by red emergency lights. He’s recording a last message.
“All HumaGear in the factory have gone berserk! The factory is likely going to explode. All the employees should have evacuated, so…”
The monitors are overtaken with static, and the regular displays are hijacked to play a message. A shadowed figure with rectangular yellow eyes stands in front of a purple background, with the logo of metsubojinrai.net in black.
He’s declaring their war against humanity, their intent to destroy the town and annihilate all humans.
But Satoshi says he won’t let that happen. He refuses.
He pushes one of those big red buttons, the ones that should never need to be pressed, closing all gates. He’s sealing all the HumaGear inside… as well as himself. As the head of this factory, he will take responsibility for making sure they are destroyed.
As the emergency alert continues to sound, calling for evacuation, he takes off his microphone headpeice, and all but falls into a chair.
“Gou…”
The scene is covered in flames, before the footage cuts out.
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As Anna’s hand falls from where she was projecting, she manages to say – without any of the usual broken stutter – that the database is being updated with regards to Daybreak Town. She slumps down, inactive.
Aruto is quiet as he says that Gou’s father was a hero.
Isamu is quiet, trembling with rage, as he says that this wouldn’t have happened if HumaGear didn’t exist. He prepares his finisher.
Why does he get such AWESOME FINISHERS?!
The default Punching Kong finisher? The ‘Punching Blast’?
It’s rocket fists. He literally shoots his gun – and by that, I mean the fists of his armor turn into rockets, going after Onycho, pushing him through three levels of ceiling and out into the sky, where they go right through him.
As the fire from the explosion channels down the GIANT HOLE IN THE CEILING, the fists return and reattach to his armor.
Yo.
Isamu seems… I don’t know if determined is quite the right word? But he’s almost calm as he tells Aruto that AIMS will be confiscating the HumaGear (Anna) and analyzing it’s (her) memory to uncover the truth behind Daybreak-
A spike lands in her back as he says this, and she glows purple, before… well, I hate to phrase it like this, but she basically pops. I wish that wasn’t the sound effect they used, but it’s a dissolving sound effect combined with a balloon bursting. She’s turned into motes of purple light, and is gone.
Aruto and Isamu – still transformed, mind you – run over to where she was, confused.
…The spike didn’t glow, but we didn’t see it after the light passed.
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A figure in purple, with a yellow belt and rectangular eyes on his helmet walks away, and removes his progrise key from his belt, detransforming into Horobi.
Jin bounces behind him, calling him cold for doing that.
Horobi doesn’t change his neutral expression much as he says that it would cause too much trouble if anyone found out about the Arc. Or, maybe it’s supposed to be Ark? It’s hard to say. But he smirks at the end, before he and Jin walk away.
Well, Horobi walks. Jin is skipping.
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The next day, we see that the news is reporting on how Hiden Intelligence released new information on Daybreak, showing that the incident wasn’t what was on the record, and that they had obtained footage of those final moments.
Gou’s classmates apologize to him, for being so mean, but he seems okay with it. (He probably wouldn’t have been so determined to find out what happened if they hadn’t been.) As the news report, given via those giant heli-drones, ends, they head off to school.
Aruto watches them from a pedestrian bridge, and Isamu walks up to him and Izu.
“So, you really meant it when you said you wouldn’t cover anything up.”
“And you wouldn’t have known what happened if you had destroyed Anna right away.” Aruto smiles gently, before the comedian sound effects start kicking in. Oh no.
The Awful Pun Of The Day as Aruto flips up his hood is something involving being a ‘hood guy’, or telling Izamu not to ‘sweater it.’
Apparently, the original pun is a combination of the phrase for being indebted to someone, but part of the phrase also contains the term ‘to wear’, as in clothes, so he’s saying this while putting on his hood.
Aruto, please.
Isamu trembles while he’s still facing Aruto, and walks away as Izu starts explaining the joke. Aruto’s desperate attempts to get Izu to stop doing that mean that he doesn’t hear as Isamu almost lets a laugh escape, even while desperately trying to regain his composure.
Isamu’s willpower fails during the closing screen, and we hear him laughing as the Flying Falcon and Punching Kong Progrize Keys show up on screen.
––
Oh, nooooo, the next episode looks like it’s about relegating entire tasks to HumaGear, and also about passion for one’s work.
You know, getting heated.
And Izu’s line in the trailer actively asks if humans have trouble regulating their temperature if they get too passionate.
In the episode where Zero One’s fire form debuts.
Oh boy.
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So, that’s episode four! I guess I still wound up going pretty in-depth, huh?
Man, the aesthetic of this show. It’s really cool, and I love the music, too.
Zero One really isn’t shying away from the ethics of what’s going on here, is it? And it’s not dodging the terrifying backstory, or putting it off until later.
I hope they can keep this momentum going!
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SPACEIPLIER: Homestuck
((THIS IS A JOKE. IT’S JUST A JOKE. IT'S NOT CANON. HAPPY HOMESTUCK DAY.))
A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 28th of June, 3516, is this young man's birthday. Though it was twenty-five years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!
What will the name of this young man be?
ENTER NAME.
SALLY MCSAGGYTITS
TRY AGAIN, SMARTASS
TRY AGAIN.
MARK FISCHBACH
✔
EXAMINE ROOM
Your name is MARK. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY. A number of CAKES are scattered about your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. You like to program computers but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and are an aspiring AMATEUR PILOT. You also like to play GAMES sometimes.
What will you do?
Mark: Quickly retrieve arms from drawer.
Your ARMS are in your SPACE CHEST, pooplord!
Remove CAKE from SPACE CHEST.
Out of sympathy for Mark's perceived lack of arms, you pick up the CAKE for him and put it on his BED.
Mark: Quickly retrieve arms from SPACE CHEST.
You retrieve your FAKE ARMS from the chest. You use these for HILARIOUS ANTICS.
You CAPTCHALOGUE them in your SYLLADEX. You have no idea what that actually means though.
There are other items in the chest.
Mark: Examine contents of chest.
In here you keep an array of humorous and mystical ARTIFACTS, each one a devastating weapon in the hands of a SKILLED SPACEFARER or a CUNNING PRANKSTER.
You are neither of these things.
Among the ARTIFACTS are: TWO (2) FAKE ARMS [CURRENTLY CAPTCHALOGUED IN YOUR SYLLADEX], ONE (1) PAIR OF TRICK HANDCUFFS, ONE (1) STUNT BLASTER, ONE (1) PILOT’S HELMET, ONE (1) PAIR OF BEAGLE PUSS GLASSES, SEVERAL (~) SMOKE PELLETS, SEVERAL (~) BLOOD CAPSULES, and ONE (1) COPY OF COLONEL SASSACRE'S DAUNTING TEXT OF SPACE FRIVOLITY AND PRACTICAL JAPERY, and ONE (1) COPY OF HARRY ANDERSON'S "WISE GUY", BY MIKE CAVENEY.
Some of this stuff may come in handy at some point. For now, you decide to just take the SMOKE PELLETS.
Mark: Captchalogue the smoke pellets.
You stow the SMOKE PELLETS on one of your CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS in your SYLLADEX.
You still aren't totally sure what that means, but you are starting to get the hang of the vernacular at least.
You have two empty CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS remaining.
Mark: Equip fake arms.
You aren't totally sure if "EQUIP" is a verb copasetic with the abstract behavioral medium in which you dwell, but you give it a try anyway.
Unfortunately, you cannot access the FAKE ARMS! Their card is underneath the one you just used to captchalogue the SMOKE PELLETS. You will have to use the pellets first in order to access the arms. But this is probably unadvisable, since you'd just make your room lousy with smoke!
Your SYLLADEX'S FETCH MODUS is currently dictated by the logic of a STACK DATA STRUCTURE. You were never all that great with data structures and you find the concept puzzling and mildly irritating.
But with any hope, perhaps you will advance new, more practical FETCH MODI for your SYLLADEX with a little more experience.
Mark: Examine Space Sleuth Poster.
Is it even possible to get any more hard boiled than that? You really doubt it. This poster was one of your wisest purchases.
There is a nice spot on the wall next to it. You've been meaning to hang another poster there soon.
Mark: Read note on drawer.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU”
This note is rich with the aromas of MOTHERLY HERBS AND SPICES.
Beside the note is a ROLLED UP POSTER.
Mark: Take poster.
Another BIRTHDAY ARTIFACT. You wonder what is printed on the poster.
You'll need some way to hang it on your wall.
Mark: Acquire hammer and nails. They will come in handy.
You first place the HAMMER into your SYLLADEX.
But now all of your CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS are full. You wonder what will happen if you try to take the NAILS
You guess it doesn't hurt to try.
Mark: Take nails.
You captchalogue FOUR (4) NAILS into the top card, and push all the ARTIFACTS down a card.
The FAKE ARMS are pushed entirely out of the deck!!!
Oh well. They're probably completely useless anyway. But you probably don't want to do that again, unless you want to drop the SMOKE PELLETS and suffer the consequences.
In any case, you now feel like you have gathered enough things to get down to business and do some really important stuff. The next thing you do will probably be exceptionally meaningful.
Mark: Squawk like an imbecile and shit on your desk.
This is the dumbest idea you've had in weeks!!!
STUPID STUPID STUPID.
And yet the polished surface of your desk...
It beckons.
Mark: Combine the nails and hammer.
You MERGE the top two cards.
The HAMMER and NAILS are now captchalogued on the same card and can be used together.
Mark: Use hammer/nails on poster.
You use the HAMMER and NAILS card IN CONJUNCTION with the card beneath it.
Mark: Nail poster to wall.
You use the HAMMER, NAILS, and POSTER on the blank space on the wall.
It's glorious. Exactly what you wanted. Your mom really came through this time.
Mark: Examine Con Space poster.
PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX.
I SAID, PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX.
WHY COULDN'T YOU PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX?
Mark: Examine Deep Impact poster.
Morgan Saorman's genteel, homespun mannerisms were perfect qualities for a president residing over a crisis.
STARS RISE. PLANETS FALL. HOPE SURVIVES.
WOW.
Films about impending apocalypse fascinate you. Plus, a Velm president??? Now you've seen everything!
Mark: Examine calendar.
You've marked your birthday, the 28th of June. Another day you marked was supposed to be the arrival date for the highly touted SBURB BETA LAUNCH.
It's been three days already. It's starting to become a sore subject with you.
Mark: Eat cake.
You are sick to death of cake!!! You've been eating it all day. And you have no intention of clogging your SYLLADEX with it either. The CAKE stays put for now.
You hear a notice from your COMM. Someone is messaging you.
Mark: Examine incoming message.
You pick up your COMMUNICATOR. This is where you spend most of your time. You decorated your screen with some rather handsome WALLPAPER which you made yourself. You are really proud of it.
Your COMMUNICATOR is also littered with various PROGRAMMING PROJECT FILES. You are so bad at programming sometimes you wonder why you even bother with it.
Your PESTERCHUM application is flashing. Someone is trying to get in touch with you.
Mark: Open Pesterchum.
Only one of your CHUMS is logged in. He's sent you a message.
Mark: Open message.
-- turntechLizardhead [TL] began pestering ectoPilot [EP] at 16:13 --
TL: hey so what sort of insane loot did you rake in today EP: i got a little monsters poster, it's so awesome. i'm going to watch it again today, the applejuice scene was so funny.
TL: oh hell that is such a coincidence i just found an unopened container of apple juice in my closet it is like fucking scarlix day up in here
EP: ok thats fine, but i just have one question and then a word of caution. have you ever seen a movie called little monsters starring howie mandel and fred savage?
TL: but
TL: the seal on the bottle is unbroken
TL: are you suggesting someone put piss in my apple juice at the factory
EP: all im saying is don't you think monster howie mandel has the power to do something as simple as reseal a bottle?
EP: try using your brain numbnuts.
TL: why did the fat kid or whoever drank it know what piss tasted like
TL: i mean his reaction was nigh instantaneous
EP: it was the 15th day in a row howie mandel peed in his juice.
TL: ok i can accept that
TL: monster B-list celebrity douchebags are cunning and persistent pranksters
TL: also fred savage has a really punchable face
TL: but who cares about this lets stop talking about it
TL: did you get the beta yet
EP: no.
EP: did you?
TL: man i got two copies already
TL: but i dont care im not going to play it or anything the game sounds boring
TL: did you see how it got slammed in game bro????
EP: game bro is a joke and we both know it.
TL: yeah
TL: why dont you go check your mail maybe its there now
EP: alright.
Mark: Look out window.You see the view of your yard on VENTOS BETA from your window. Hanging from the tree is your TIRE SWING. In a kid's yard, a tree without a tire swing is like a proper gentleman without a monocle. That is to say, HE CAN HARDLY BE CONSIDERED A TERRIBLY PROPER GENTLEMAN AT ALL.
And there beside your driveway is the mailbox.
#not official story#markiplier#homestuck#happy homestuck day you nerds#this is just a joke#a goof#a jape#please don't take it serioiusly
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