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intheholler · 14 days

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the appalachian murder ballad <3 one of the most interesting elements of americana and american folk, imo!

my wife recently gave me A Look when i had one playing in the car and she was like, "why do all of these old folk songs talk about killing people lmao" and i realized i wanted to Talk About It at length.

nerd shit under the cut, and it's long. y'all been warned

so, as y'all probably know, a lot of appalachian folk music grew its roots in scottish folk (and then was heavily influenced by Black folks once it arrived here, but that's a post for another time).

they existed, as most folk music does, to deliver a narrative--to pass on a story orally, especially in communities where literacy was not widespread. their whole purpose was to get the news out there about current events, and everyone loves a good murder mystery!

as an aside, i saw someone liken the murder ballad to a ye olde true crime podcast and tbh, yeah lol.

the "original" murder ballads started back across the pond as news stories printed on broadsheets and penned in such a way that it was easy to put to melody.

they were meant to be passed on and keep the people informed about the goings-on in town. i imagine that because these songs were left up to their original orators to get them going, this would be why we have sooo many variations of old folk songs.

naturally then, almost always, they were based on real events, either sung from an outside perspective, from the killer's perspective and in some cases, from the victim's. of course, like most things from days of yore, they reek of social dogshit. the particular flavor of dogshit of the OG murder ballad was misogyny.

so, the murder ballad came over when the english and scots-irish settlers did. in fact, a lot of the current murder ballads are still telling stories from centuries ago, and, as is the way of folk, getting rewritten and given new names and melodies and evolving into the modern recordings we hear today.

305 such scottish and english ballads were noted and collected into what is famously known as the Child Ballads collected by a professor named francis james child in the 19th century. they have been reshaped and covered and recorded a million and one times, as is the folk way.

while newer ones continued to largely fit the formula of retelling real events and murder trials (such as one of my favorite ones, little sadie, about a murderer getting chased through the carolinas to have justice handed down), they also evolved into sometimes fictional, (often unfortunately misogynistic) cautionary tales.

perhaps the most famous examples of these are omie wise and pretty polly where the woman's death almost feels justified as if it's her fault (big shocker).

but i digress. in this way, the evolution of the murder ballad came to serve a similar purpose as the spooky legends of appalachia did/do now.

(why do we have those urban legends and oral traditions warning yall out of the woods? to keep babies from gettin lost n dying in them. i know it's a fun tiktok trend rn to tell tale of spooky scary woods like there's really more haints out here than there are anywhere else, but that's a rant for another time too ain't it)

so, the aforementioned little sadie (also known as "bad lee brown" in some cases) was first recorded in the 1920s. i'm also plugging my favorite female-vocaist cover of it there because it's superior when a woman does it, sorry.

it is a pretty straightforward murder ballad in its content--in the original version, the guy kills a woman, a stranger or his girlfriend sometimes depending on who is covering it.

but instead of it being a cautionary 'be careful and don't get pregnant or it's your fault' tale like omie wise and pretty polly, the guy doesn't get away with it, and he's not portrayed as sympathetic like the murderer is in so many ballads.

a few decades after, women started saying fuck you and writing their own murder ballads.

in the 40s, the femme fatale trope was in full swing with women flipping the script and killing their male lovers for slights against them instead.

men began to enter the "find out" phase in these songs and paid up for being abusive partners. women regained their agency and humanity by actually giving themselves an active voice instead of just being essentially 'fridged in the ballads of old.

her majesty dolly parton even covered plenty of old ballads herself but then went on to write the bridge, telling the pregnant-woman-in-the-murder-ballad's side of things for once. love her.

as a listener, i realized that i personally prefer these modern covers of appalachian murder ballads sung by women-led acts like dolly and gillian welch and even the super-recent crooked still especially, because there is a sense of reclamation, subverting its roots by giving it a woman's voice instead.

meaning that, like a lot else from the problematic past, the appalachian murder ballad is something to be enjoyed with critical ears. violence against women is an evergreen issue, of course, and you're going to encounter a lot of that in this branch of historical music.

but with folk songs, and especially the murder ballad, being such a foundational element of appalachian history and culture and fitting squarely into the appalachian gothic, i still find them important and so, so interesting

i do feel it's worth mentioning that there are "tamer" ones. with traditional and modern murder ballads alike, some of them are just for "fun," like a murder mystery novel is enjoyable to read; not all have a message or retell a historical trial.

(for instance, i'd even argue ultra-modern, popular americana songs like hell's comin' with me is a contemporary americana murder ballad--being sung by a male vocalist and having evolved from being at the expense of a woman to instead being directed at a harmful and corrupt church. that kind of thing)

in short: it continues to evolve, and i continue to eat that shit up.

anyway, to leave off, lemme share with yall my personal favorite murder ballad which fits squarely into murder mystery/horror novel territory imo.

it's the 10th child ballad and was originally known as "the twa sisters." it's been covered to hell n back and named and renamed.

but! if you listen to any flavor of americana, chances are high you already know it; popular names are "the dreadful wind and rain" and sometimes just "wind and rain."

in it, a jealous older sister pushes her other sister into a river (or stream, or sea, depending on who's covering it) over a dumbass man. the little sister's body floats away and a fiddle maker come upon her and took parts of her body to make a fiddle of his own. the only song the new fiddle plays is the tale about how it came to be, and it is the same song you have been listening to until then.

how's that for genuinely spooky-scary appalachia, y'all?

#appalachia #appalachian murder ballads #murder ballads #appalachian music #appalachian culture #appalachian history #appalachian #appalachian folklore #appalachian gothic #tw violence against women #cw violence against women #cw murder #tw murder #folk music #folk #txt

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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KISSING IN CARS

you thought breaking up with felix was the hardest thing you've ever done. what was even harder was thinking about a future without him. but second chances won't leave you alone.

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PAIRING lee felix x gn!reader WC 1.3k TAGS exes to lovers trope. mutual pining. angst. fluff. right person wrong time, until it's the right time again. kissing. OMI NOTE this is my first time writing for felix and i'm quivering in my boots idk however i hope that it pleases the audience.

the stupid lego venom keychain that was deserted on your marble countertops was a constant reminder that felix was no longer yours. everything about him was right, but you both were too young, and he had such a gorgeous world in store for him.

reminiscing about waking up next to him in the morning came often. it was the first time you had properly seen love in front of you. tracing the freckles littered on his face, waiting for the deep brown of his eyes to welcome you in the morning.

he was beautiful, so fucking beautiful. each strand of hair falling perfectly against his fair skin, tickling your face whenever you got too close. the feeling of his breath against your lips, warning you before he would close the gap.

then, you thought there was faith in your love. you both were equally as hopeful that things would work out. but when it didn’t, it only made you more aware that while he was the best person for you, it wasn’t the right time.

cards never played out in your favor, hence why you still sat with a broken heart months, almost a year later.

moving on was proved impossible when his face was plastered on every billboard imaginable. the fond smile he never lost as he stood amongst seven other men. you’d be lying if you said that some of his songs weren’t on loop for you, it made everything seem so much more real.

it wasn’t much of therapy, but more or less a desperate plea to not forget about him or his voice. but how could you?

their discography played from your cheap earbuds as you left the house for the first time in maybe a week. your fridge was seemingly getting emptier and emptier, so you figured it was about time you went grocery shopping.

the sound of your shoes against the concrete echoed around you. you took a quick walk down to the parking structure of your apartment building, drowning out any other noise. when your car finally came into view, there was a familiar one parked right next to you.

at first, you didn’t give it much thought. maybe one of your neighbors invested in a new vehicle, probably to impress their significant others.

yet when you walked closer, you saw a blonde headed boy pulling the keys out of the ignition. everything froze for a moment, enabling you to drop your bag on the floor in shock.

he heard the noise, looking behind himself to see where it was coming from. when he saw you in all your glory, visibly shaken up from him being there, his expression softened.

you pinched your arm in the middle of all of this, unable to believe that this was real. but it was, and felix was opening his car door to come see you for the first time since the break up.

“hi, y/n.” he greeted you breathlessly, moving to be face to face with you.

“felix.. what are you doing here i–” your words were interrupted by a hug, the scent of warm floral englufing you.

“i’m going to be in town for the next month for so, and i had to see you.” he told you.

“i don’t understand, i thought i was never going to see you again. we broke up, don’t you remember?” you stutter out.

“how could i forget one of the hardest days of my life? i just want to talk for a bit if.. that’s okay with you.”

“of course felix. but– i don’t think a parking structure is the greatest place to talk.” your lips pull into a slight smile to shield the ache in your heart. you missed him, a lot.

“let’s go to our spot then.”

music played out the windows of a car you remember taking the longest drives in. the ride was barely awkward for the short time it lasted. it felt like you were dancing on clouds in the comfort of his presence. it was something that you valued about him so much, his ability to make anyone feel relaxed by just being there.

every song was something that reminded you of your past relationship with him. all of it was too similar to the past, and part of it scared you. would it be selfish to think that you were running through his mind as well?

the car pulled into a secluded parking lot, shadowed by large trees. there was a long river ahead of you, the sunset glistening across the waters. he always took you to this place when you needed to forget about your troubles.

“i haven’t been to this place in forever, reminds me so much of us.” he mentioned, letting his hand hang out of the window.

“would you believe me if i said that i didn’t come here every day after we split?” you mumble under your breath.

“it always helped get stress off of your mind, i wouldn’t blame you at all.” he laughs lightheartedly, “but i kinda wanted to talk to you about that.”

“about what?”

“about us. i never stopped thinking about you if i’m going to be honest.” he confessed to you.

“not once..?” you asked hesitantly.

“it was impossible, the idea of a second chance wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“you can’t say that to me, felix. it makes it so much harder to get over you. our future together was just a few heartbeats away from disaster.”

“but i don’t want you to, y/n. my schedule has gotten so much more manageable, and i feel like now i’m in a place to give you the love that you deserve.” he looks over to you, resting his hand on top of yours delicately.

“felix, we can’t. you’re too young to be stressing about–”

“there’s no such thing as too young, i had to scream it at the top of my lungs to realize that.” he pleaded with you, “i’m afraid that i threw you away too fast, without even trying to make it work.”

“you’re crazy, sun.” you sigh, letting your fingers intertwine with his and squeezing lightly.

“you haven’t called me sun since we were together.” he smiles bright enough to light up the vehicle.

“maybe i had a hard time letting go as well.”

the sun barely peaked over the horizon, but for what it was, it gingerly highlighted him. he still looked like he had something more to tell you, lips mouthing nothing in particular.

felix leans over the center console to capture a fallen piece of hair, blending it into the rest in an attempt to get his hand on the side of your face. his cold fingertips rested on your neck, with one other finger on your cheek and another on your chin.

you let him hold your face for awhile, basking in the temperature rise to an unbearable heat. he truly was so similar to the sun.

“can i kiss you? please?” he asks gently, scared of making you uncomfortable.

all you respond with is a slight nod, too caught up to use your words. it wasn’t long before his face was mere centimeters from yours, looking up to your eyes, then your lips. and finally, the gap closed to trap you in a kiss that you haven’t felt in awhile.

one of your hands tremble in his, scared that this won’t last forever. scared that he’ll leave again and things won’t work out.

but the way he deepened the kiss made all these worries subside for a little while. it was romantic, and made you feel whole again. red and orange hues from the sunset flashed through the the wind shield. not once did he pull away, scared of losing you in the midst of it all.

you tapped lightly on his adams apple, desperate for some kind of air. when he removed his lips from yours, you recollected yourself.

he looked worried, lips sore and wet from trying to swallow you whole, but you gave him a reassuring smile.

“damn, you kind of took my breath away.” you giggle in between breaths.

“i just didn’t want to let you go.”

“you have me now, felix. we’ll make this work.”

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periludic · 5 months

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Hello! can you write a sick mc in step 1 of Ol2 and tamarack and qiu just stay by them to keep them company and treat them with treats while their sick I'd like for them to be crushes

" SICK "

📌 Pairing: Step 1 Qiu/Tamarack x GN!MC (Separate)

Qiu "Autumn" Lin

Knew you were sick before you yourself knew

Definitely not because he stares at you for long periods of time. haha.

Checks up on you the day after to see if you really are sick

And surprise surprise! You were!

He kindly asks your Mom if he can check up on you in your room, and of course, asked you if he was welcomed inside your personal space as well

Qiu sits down on the floor next to your bed and stays there for a while, asking about how you're feeling and if he could get you anything at all

After a while though, he stands up with the promise of coming back, before dashing out of the door, leaving you confused

But really, he just went back home to ask his parents if he can stay at your place for the afternoon and got a few snacks to share!!

And if you wanted anything you couldn't get in your house, he made a quick trip to town to get whatever it is you wanted

Watches over you like a hawk

If you dare make one teeny tiny pained noise this stinker goes into full panic mode

"Are you okay? You're not dying are you? I am sorry!"

Meanwhile you stare at him in confusion because why is he apologizing over you being sick as if it was his fault??

Speaks in a softer voice just in case your head hurts, and because he's really worried about you

Would not let you lift a finger, he's spoiling you today and there's nothing you can do about it

Well that's not entirely true, if you get sad or angry about him doting on you too much he would let you do whatever you please

But he's staying by your side no matter what

If you're upset over the fact that you're sick, he spends hours sitting below you on the floor next to your bed trying to stay as close as he could without making you feel uncomfortable telling you funny adventures he, Baxter and Darren had

"Qiu. Get away from me you'll get sick" "But :("

He definitely gets sick a day or so after, but does he regret it? No.

He'll go through anything for you <3

Tamarack Baumann

This girl is prepared

Came over to your house ready with medicine, soup her grandma made, a wet cloth, etc. etc.

Your Mom lets her come inside your room (with your permission of course) because for one, she's a busy woman. And two, Tamarack seems to know what she's doing

Frowns so hard when she sees you sick and uncomfortable

She cares about you so much it actually hurts her whenever you're in any kind of pain

Tamarack was in a state of panic when she first saw you miserable in your bed

"(Name)!! How are you feeling? You're not hurting anywhere are you?" "I feel like I am dying" "Nooooooo!!!!"

Will not leave your side unless you beg her to. What if you fall and explode while she's gone? What if you start hurting and cry?? WHAT IF YOU DIE AND SHE'S NOT THERE???

Yeah. It gets intense with her.

Compared to Qiu's soft doting she's in full on in doctor mode

Whenever you cough or sneeze a lil she's on her feet ready to get you anything

"What? What is it? Medicine? Water??"

You'll have to periodically remind her that you're not in that much pain and that getting sick is normal

Is ready to fan you herself if it starts getting really uncomfortable and hot because lets face it you probably don't have a working AC in step 1 yet

Will sing praises and reassurances if you get scared

The only time she leaves you is when you ask her to get something from downstairs or another room

Other than that she'd glue herself onto you if she could

You actually recover quickly after her visit, its honestly a miracle

Her Omi and Opa wouldn't mind if she stays over at your house until late into the evening

Even when you're feeling better, she'll still stay close to you

Would be offended if anyone tries to separate the both of you

You can't take her away from her precious neighbor!!!

#our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #olnf #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #qiu lin x reader #qiu lin x mc #tamarack baumann x reader #tamarack baumann x mc

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izvmimi · 7 months

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cw: minors dni. no actual smut but like a lot of allusion to sex. minor violence. this is definitely a crackfic.

There are few things you remember from the house party you had last night, but a few things are certain - one, you and Atsumu fucked, two, you and Atsumu really fucked, the type of sweaty, passionate and nasty fucking that you’ve been hoping to do since you first got to flirting and cheeky banter, and three, you’re still slightly hungover, having stumbled out of his apartment to get to work before he even woke the next morning. He was cute even slumbering, you remember, smiling as you start to recount some of the most savory parts of last night's session, toes practically curling in your heels as you stack up your papers to pack up for home. Your work day came to a close sooner than you could imagine, and Atsumu has already invited you on another date for this evening, this time at one of the nicest places in town. Perks of dating a professional athlete, of course.

There’s just one thing you have to make sure you take care of first, and that is, retrieve a pair of scarlet lace panties, likely on his bedroom floor. You’d been mortified at first when you realized you couldn't find them, but somehow throughout the course of the day your friends convinced you that it was sexy more than anything to leave them behind for someone who was that into you. You had to admit that it was odd that Atsumu made no mention of them in your texts, but when you make it there before you head out to dinner together, you could make use of the flirty exchanges practiced in your head.

—

Atsumu is out, sneaking in a 1 hour training session and a couple mile jog when he gets a text.

Where are you right now?

It’s not from you, but from Kiyoomi’s girlfriend, rather. This surprises him enough to skid to a quick stop. He remembers cleaning the house properly before leaving, but sometimes Sakusa can be really particular, even if his partner has managed to convince him to be less meticulous over time. There shouldn't be a problem with the post-party cleanup.

But Kiyoomi can just text him whenever he wants; he doesn’t have to go through her. Atsumu scratches his head but texts her back.

Jogging? He texts. What’s up?

Honestly, you should just keep doing that until Omi calms down because if he sees you, you’re dead.

Atsumu looks up and he’s already just a few feet from their apartment. He scoffs, then slips his phone back in his pocket. She’s known to be dramatic anyway and he’s still sweaty and has a date to prepare for in a little over a half hour anyway. He jogs up the stairs, congratulating himself on his pump, knowing his arms and shoulders will look extra good in his fit later on today.

As soon as he makes it just two steps from the front of the door, it swings wide open, enough that the handle opens and hits the opposite wall with a crack and his seething, red-faced roommate grabs him by the collar.

“What the-”

“WHOSE ARE THESE?!”

Kiyoomi is far stronger than he looks, and in Atsumu’s confusion he lets out a yelp, as Kiyoomi practically lifts him off the ground and thrusts a pair of soiled panties in his face, enough to make him sputter in shock. When he finally lets go, Atsumu swatting at him, the bottle blond stumbles back and he can see Kiyoomi’s partner slip into view behind his roommate from the door, her face in a frown and arms crossed over her chest. The sight of her pisses him off more.

“I did tell you to take another lap,” she murmurs. Atsumu glares at her, but his attention shifts back to Kiyoomi who throws the burgundy garment back at him.

"Whose fucking panties are these?!"

“I don’t know where these are from man?!” Atsumu yells, throwing them back. Sakusa dodges, then bucks at him, fists up before his girlfriend shrieks his name and grabs hold of his arm, begging him to relax.

“Stop!”

Sakusa whips around quickly to glare at her as well and she frowns.

“What do you mean, stop!? You just chewed me out for nearly half an hour and now you’re acting like I’m unreasonable???”

She pouts, embarrassed, but then sighs. “Okay, how would you react if some random dude’s jockstrap was in my apartment? How am I supposed to guess it’s your roommate’s?”

“Who just wears jockstraps? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t make fun of my analogies!”

Atsumu looks back and forth between the two of them, still confused, but then it clicks and his eyes widen.

“Oh…” he starts but Sakusa’s dark eyes snap back at him.

“Don’t say oh like you don’t know what happened, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in,” he hisses. Atsumu reels but then flashes of what exactly happened last night run through his mind and it clicks.

He… didn’t take your intense makeout session into his room.

It wasn’t his room, it was Kiyoomi’s.

The dresser you leaned on while taking backshots? Not his. The mirror through which he watched your ass bounce up and down his cock? Also not his. The bedsheets you twisted and came over and over again on? Not his! He must have fucked you on every single surface… not one of them his.

“Fuck,” is all that he manages to make out. Sakusa glares, but by now he’s calmed down, and his girlfriend has managed to sheepishly rub his shoulder into calm behavior.

“I’m getting a hotel tonight and you’re paying for it.” Sakusa turns on his heels, taking his girlfriend’s hand, and the door slams. Atsumu is left to look at a pair of scarlet panties sit forlornly in the corner.

He has to admit. They are a sexy pair.

��

Atsumu meets you outside his apartment, just moments after Sakusa has sped off in his car, and he’s dressed but visibly distressed. You smile at him but notice his unrest.

“Hey.”

Your heart pounds. Maybe he didn’t think the panty drop-off was cute?

He doesn’t seem upset though. He gives you a weak smile back, then pecks you on the cheek before handing you a parcel in a brown paper bag. Your stomach turns.

“I.. uh, think you left something last night,” he says in a small voice.

Shit.

“Yeah.. uh… sorry.”

The two of you stand in front of each other, bashfully. You let your hand run through your hair, then smile.

“I thought it would be cute,” you start explaining before regretting it. Atsumu offers you yet another weak grin.

“It would have been… if uh, it were the right room.”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu crack #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #daydreams: hq #mimi's notes

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fullofsunsetwhispers · 1 year

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I think the reason the monks turned into such jerks to Jack including Omi was because of Omi town I don't even like Omi and I wanted to beat Jack butt for it. Because it was such a slap in the face to. Omi who tried to help Jack so many times gave Jack the benefit of the doubt was kind to him and believe Jack could be good when no one else did or would have

I understand your frustration, anon. It can be classified as 'one of the most jerkish things Jack has ever done in the series'.

However, (looks at my imaginary list titled 'Jack Spicer did some things wrong but these jerkish acts are justified)

No, don't get me wrong, I am in Jack's protection squad but I am capable of seeing his flaws. Yes, that's a horrible thing to do to the only person that tried to help you (see mainly the Apprentice but more examples could be found throughout the series). Even for a little kid!me that was something unbelievable to happen but now I blame the poor writing of the 3rd season for it. (I gotta cope somehow ok)

I would like to move on to 'Let's justify Jack' part. Maybe 'justify' is a strong word. He took part in that manipulation so it should not be excused BUT I'd point out something that intrigues me a little bit.

In Omi Town after defeating Omi's Mother, monks realize she's in fact a robot. Omi makes a face and everyone rush at Spicer with anger evident on their own faces.

What's Jack's immediate reaction when he gets circled by dragons in training?

He curls up in fear and exclaims: 'THEY MADE ME DO IT!'

Then, he proceeds to tell everyone gathered how that village was made in the first place and we got a short flashback with HB making jackbots look like Omi's relatives of some sort.

Tbh It struck me HOW Jack delivered that story. Usually, (especially in s1 and mid-s2) Jack boasts about his evil plans. He makes sure his enemies KNOW what steps were made to fool them because Jack this way wants to show them how his mind is superior in comparison to theirs. He's proud of each evil deed committed throughout the process (presumably because it builds up his self-esteem which is already in shambles)

Anywho, mind that during his story about the origins of the 'Village of Omi's robotic clones', he's serious. No evil laugh, no belittling Omi for falling for that.

Does that look like a face of a proud evildoer to you? No. He's being honest, and frankly to say, even sad.

The last sentence he utters after the flashback makes me even more convinced about his honesty.

He bends down to be more on Omi's level. He looks straight into his eyes, his brows furrowed worryingly. It almost looks as if Jack felt sorry for the Cheeseball.

'We figured if we break up the dream team, we can take all the wu!'

for Jack it's simple logic, mind you. Additionally, no one among the Heylins even considered Omi might come back to the temple. Jack was more than certain Omi would stay with the fake parents. He never meant to hurt Omi directly. Who knows? Maybe after robbing the temple vault, he would re-program the parent bots to change their minds and let Omi be the monk again (but these are my speculations)

Let's settle on what the overall message sounded like.

'They made me do it'

'They made me build other robots'

'Hannibal bean then used Moby Morpher to make MY robots look like your relatives. If you had any.'

There is more accusation of Wuya and HB in Jack's voice. As I mentioned earlier Jack takes pride in whatever evil he's up to. He's building the brand, or whatever, so it is vital to him to give credit to himself (and optional partners in crime of course). Here we see/hear he DOESN'T WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THAT PLAN. By constantly repeating 'not me. they made me do ---something-' he withdraws himself, which has never happened earlier in the series. (ok maybe that time with the evil snowman but whatever - you get my point)

Was he trying to save his own butt by putting the blame on Wuya and Roy? Oh, yes, he's a coward. But I dare to assume deep down he wasn't feeling ok with that scheme 100%. The way I see it, Jack went into 'survival mode', that is, he decided to act what other Heylins expect him to do so they won't hurt him in any other way. (Mind you he got a black eye at the beginning of the episode and got slammed against furniture by Wuya and HB and Wuya directly threatened him) Was he laughing with other baddies and taunting Omi during his showdown? Yes, but in a more ' I'm in a bad position so I can have a little fun with them' kinda way. Raiding the temple is one of jack's fav activities (lol) and he feels ok with it so his partners -Wuya and HB no longer were the same oppressors but more like a means that would help him get safely to the wu vault.

If we take into consideration the statement 'Jack from season 3 is a laughing stock and everyone seems to push him around' - this one applies here too. I'm of the opinion Jack was against Wuya and HB's intentions toward Omi but ultimately Jack yielded to their persuasions. Why? He was afraid. Out of fear, we tend to agree to things we would NOT normally agree to. Wuya even without her powers wrecked the boy good so she could've broken some of his bones as well. And with HB's help, they could do even far worse things to Jack. Let's not accuse Jack on the basis he wanted to protect himself - Wuya and HB are more to blame in this one.

Jack was simply USED in that scheme and robbed of resources (robots). More importantly, he built the whole village himself - I bet Wuya and HB didn't help him in these preparations. Jack was valuable to them in that very episode only because he was more like a useful tool rather than an ally, which is sad. (but tbh these little smiles Wuya and Jack exchanged were kinda cute)

To sum up, Jack is not entirely responsible for playing with Omi's feelings. He was the pawn, who in fact did the majority of the dirty work BECAUSE he was being threatened. That sort of manipulation Omi was the victim of was totally unfair especially if we consider that Jack-Omi bond from the series as a whole. However, in that very scene, we see glimpses of regret in Jack's mannerisms.

As a side note, I would like to point out, even if 'Omi Town' hurts me very much for Jack's betrayal of Omi's trust, I would like to see this being expanded on. For example, they should have a one-on-one talk in which they have a little quarrel, mentioning all the bad things they did to each other so they could just... talk this through and find some katharsis in their shared pain or sth.

#xiaolin showdown #little analysis #jack spicer #omi #ask #anon #omi town #oh it turned out to be a #character analysis #quite long even #what can I say? Jack has more layers than we think and it's my hobby to unravel all his secrets #someone: he's just a goofball who has his nice moments as a creepy evildoer me: true but HE'S also COMPLEX.#to your information i like ANGST and this post is all angst

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gravity-what · 15 days

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“We think we must have got him mixed in with the produce and sold him off as a grapefruit”

I’ve been spending all week thinking about @writerkatsblog ‘s headcanon about Chase coming from a farming family and being sold to the Xiaolin Temple and the implications that has for ‘Omi Town’.

Do you think Hannibal knew about Chase’s past? Do you think he built Omi Town and Omi’s fake backstory around Chase’s own history? Do you think he was mocking Chase here too?

Anyway. I made myself sad this week with thoughts of baby Chase.

#xiaolin showdown #chase young #omi #I imagine he wasn’t even sold to become a Dragon #he was sold to his small local temple to become a servant or - at best - an acolyte #he wasn’t even given the comfort of thinking he had been sold to become someone great

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weirdwyvern · 2 years

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Xiaolin Showdown background aesthetic, “Omi Town” (part 1/3)

#xiaolin showdown #xs #backgrounds #screenshots #HD #Omi Town #a thousand mile journey #Xiaolin Temple Grounds #Chase's Lair #Jack's Lab

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wei-smiler · 6 months

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Dashi has been very tired since he put one of his souls in the box and gave it to omi. But his kung fu is still very powerful.

Chase and Guan both tried to hide their bad deeds in front of dashi.

Since dashi has no memory of chase attacking the town, chase and guan are still his good younger brothers in dashi's mind.

After wuya realized that the damaged shengongwu could not restore her magic, she decided to go back to the past and bring the master back to modern times, so that he could repair shengongwu. Heylin took dashi to the future with the power of the last jump time of Sands of Time.

I want to try to write the story of xiaolin.

Later, I will introduce some stories about cheas Du Jie, Jack's ability to acquire metal, the damage and repair of shen gong wu, and the new shen gong wu.

#xiaolin showdown #wuya #hannibal roy bean #chase young #jack spicer #dashi #my headcanons #guan #xs guan #xs dashi

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bonguri · 9 months

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20230617 Oumi 8 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: 装飾花の下の方が光ってるみたいに綺麗でした。 @Kongorinji temple, Aisho town, Echi district, Shiga pref. （滋賀県愛知郡愛荘町金剛輪寺）

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hollowwrites · 7 months

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To Hogsmeade

Ominis x MC

Summary - On my eternal quest to shove Ominis into every single part of the game. Plus I wanted to explore more happy playful Ominis and obviously ended up talking about his family…sad.

Warnings - None, Just a rewrite of Hogsmeade with Omi, Violence(?) for troll battle

Word Count - 2130

Tomes and Scrolls

Ollivanders

J.Pippin’s Potions

The Magic Neep

Don’t know what that is, or that. What’s a Neep?

Evelyn sighed heavily. No way she could try and navigate Hogsmeade on her own, though that was her plan. She’d been on her own for just over a year now, she could handle a little village. Though as her eyes scanned over the foreign words and magical phrases on her list of items, Evelyn felt less confident in her independence.

So she begrudgingly made her way back to her new home of The Slytherin Common Room. No doubt where she would find Sebastian, the boy who Professor Weasley had offered up as her guide.

And she was right. He sat opposite Ominis, his palm pressed angrily into his cheek, fingers tapping impatiently at his temple and his brows slammed over his eyes, flicking through the pages of a rather large and dusty tome.

The blonde Slytherin however, looked quite the opposite. He had an airy almost smug smile to him, as though he had gotten his way with something. The lopsided smirk turned to a soft smile as she approached and he turned slightly in her direction.

“Don’t mind him…” Ominis said, his voice thick with amusement “…He’s just sulking”

“I’m not sulking…” Sebastian snapped, his head rising from out of the pages of his book. His expression lightened somewhat as he looked over at Evelyn. “Ah…my new charge” he beamed

“Not anymore…” Ominis taunted turning his wand over and over in his hand, the smirk coming back alongside a low chuckle

“Must you?” Sebastian muttered, his eyes returning back to the book on the table.

“Have I missed something?” Evelyn said rather amused with their little back and forth.

“Oh quite the tale actually. You see-“

“I got caught in the Restricted Section again and now I have detention” Sebastian interrupted much to Ominis chagrin.

“Oh… So when do you have detention?” She asked taking a seat next to Ominis. Sebastian craned his neck to look at the Grandfather clock behind her, leaning back till he was on just two legs of the chair.

“Half an hour” he stated as all four legs slammed back against the stone floors.

“Hmm…So I’m guessing you can’t show me around Hogsmeade?”

“That’s why he’s sulking. You were his ticket out of detention but Madam Scribner was quite insistent. Wasn’t she Sebastian?” Ominis turned back toward his friend, gloating.

Sebastian grumbled under his breath, the words ‘Hag’ and ‘Old Witch’ barely audible amongst his mumbling.

“Great…I need someone to take me and show me around. I thought possibly I could do it myself but…” she paused to pull out the list of items she needed to acquire and Ominis’ eyes waywardly drifted towards it. “…I don’t understand half of the words on this page”

Ominis flicked his wrist, the tip of his wand changing from its usual slow pulsing red to a constant bright blue. He pressed into the paper and his eyes swayed to and fro as if he were reading the words, despite his gaze remaining somewhere off to the side.

“I can help you with that” Ominis smiled, stowing his wand away

“Could you?” Evelyn turned to him excitedly, clasping her hands in front of her almost as though she were begging.

“Yes, whenever you’re ready”

“Oh thank you so much…” she sighed in relief “…I hope it’s no trouble for you. I hate being a burden”

“Nonsense…” Ominis waved his hand dismissively “…not a burden at all. As you’ll come to learn, Hogsmeade is a quaint little town. It’s never a burden to visit there. Shall we walk this one to detention and make our way there?”

“I don’t need an escort” Sebastian protested

“I don’t know…” Evelyn said with a sly smirk on her face “What little I know of you I think perhaps you do”

Ominis laughed loudly and began rising from his chair.

“Do you need any help at all?” Evelyn asked holding her arm out for Ominis. She was still quite unsure of the boys abilities.

“I’m okay, thank you. It’s been quite some time since someone has offered me assistance. It’s quite nice”

“That’s because everyone knows you don’t need any. You’re perfectly capable. More so than most people”

“Still, Sebastian. It would be nice for you to ask” Ominis said with a frown.

“Honestly, Sebastian, it’s like you two aren’t even friends” Evelyn piled on, shaking her head with faux disappointment.

“Unbelievable…”

The trio walked through Hogwarts till Sebastian separated off towards the Library. Scribner had apparently sentenced him to scrubbing the Library floors. A fact that caused Ominis to chuckle and Evelyn to wince sympathetically. She had only seen the Library once, accidentally, when she made a wrong turn. The place was huge.

“Just ignore him” Ominis smiled as he held open a door leading her towards Hogwarts’ Courtyard. “He’s a little bitter I couldn’t get him out that detention”

“Get him out of it?” Evelyn asked with a raised eyebrow

“Yes. I usually do.”

“How?”

“As I’ve said, My family are descendants of Salazar Slytherin. My name is well respected…and feared. And they have a good relationship with The Black Family. Our esteemed Headmaster…”

“Ah…”

“Ah Indeed” he smirked

“So you’re a good one to know?” She said nudging him with her elbow slightly “Don’t worry…I don’t plan on getting into any trouble”

“Good…I have my hands full with Sebastian” He chuckled lowly, pushing one of the large entrance doors to the Courtyard.

She was quiet for a second, something that left Ominis a little perplexed.

Maybe it was colder than she expected? He thought as a sharp wind blew past him.

“It’s…beautiful here” she murmured

Oh…

“Yes…” he laughed softly “…I have been told that”

“Sorry” she muttered and fell into step with him again. “It must be annoying…people talking about what the can see all the time”

“I’m used to it” he shrugged

“Still…I’ll try my best not to do that”

“That’s…very thoughtful of you” Ominis said with a frown. He wasn’t used to people being this pleasant towards him. It felt…nice.

“It’s the least I could do. Showing me around the castle, outside the castle. I’m indebted to you”

“Ha…don’t tell Sebastian. He likes having people in his debt.”

Check, Check and Check.

Slowly, they worked through her list. Ominis stuck to her like glue as they shopped, making sarcastic little comments about how she’ll be a better Potioneer than him in a matter of days. He’d even stowed his wand, happy to let her guide him with her dainty little hand at his elbow.

However, On their way towards Ollivanders, their last stop, Ominis’ face took a turn. Like a thin mask of sadness and anger across his normal stoic features.

It was only after they passed an older couple on the street corner that Evelyn knew the root of her companions sudden change.

“Pah, Gormlaith Gaunt was the sort who’d flay her own mother”

Ominis sighed heavily, turning to Evelyn with a half-hearted smile, hoping she hadn’t heard their hushed conversation.

“Are they talking about your family?” She said gently touching his elbow as she had the rest of the evening.

“Yes…it happens a lot. Like I said…feared” he huffed in annoyance, eyes darting around “Maybe you should have come here with someone else. I don’t want you getting a reputation of-“

“Oh hush…” she huffed and linked her arm with his. “Come on…we need to get my wand so I can duel Sebastian properly”

The troll was lead away from the main square, much to Ominis’ relief. He didn’t relish teaching Evelyn an impromptu DADA lesson, though she seemed capable enough.

What was annoying Ominis now, was the incessant child screaming somewhere behind him.

Yes, there was a troll. And now it’s gone. Cease your whining.

It was this very screeching that prevented him from hearing the second troll stumbling down from the hills behind Hogsmeade. By the time it had crashed into the building behind him and raised its club high above its head, it was too late.

“Protego” Evelyn muttered with perfect control and an unwavering boldness.

The club bounced off the little bubble around Ominis and caused the creature to stumble backwards as it ricocheted off the protective charm.

“Come on….” Evelyn said with that same confidence, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the recovering troll.

The roar of the troll almost deafened Ominis until another ear piercing and foreign noise filled his ears. It crackled and surrounded him, then a thunderous pop sounded from ahead…and then silence.

No mouth breathing of an angry troll.

No debris being sifted through.

Just Evelyn panting and her heartbeat hammering in her chest.

“What happened?” Ominis asked cautiously, fumbling for his wand within his robes. I should never have put it away! I could have died, she could have died!

His location charm activated immediately, showing him a vague image of the devastation around him…and the silhouette of his new friend staring awestruck at her new wand.

“I…don’t know”

Ominis’ mind was reeling. He couldn’t believe how easily he’d let his guard down and it almost resulted in them both getting pulverised by a troll. His fingers drummed idly along the side of his Butterbeer generously gifted to them by Sirona.

And as he listened to her excitedly explain the magic that erupted from her, he found himself letting his guard down again. He caught himself leaning on his palm, listening to her dreamily. It was so refreshing hearing someone be excited about magic.

He had grown up around it. It was woven into every fibre of his being to the point his family abused it on a daily basis. Magic had become something Ominis borderline detested, and hated how he had become reliant on it.

However, her ignorance to all things magical, that which had become commonplace for him, was endearing and…adorable? Her passionate ramblings became infectious and he too was suddenly fussing over the smallest of things.

She levitated a feather today.

And he acted like he hadn’t done that exact same thing 5 years earlier.

Though the whole afternoon wasn’t completely devoid of negativity. The moment they took a step into the Three Broomsticks, the jovial chorus of conversation died down briefly to stare at the pair.

The Blind Gaunt. The Sightless One. That one Blonde Gaunt.

He and his family gathered many names. Pity it hadn’t caught on how much he hated them. Maybe then he’d be able to visit Hogsmeade in peace.

They just assumed all Gaunts’ were the same.

So when the devious pair of Rookwood and Harlow erupted into the Inn, Ominis turned his head in the other direction. No doubt his mother had paid the Mercenaries to check up on him. And possibly drag him kicking and screaming back home.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

“No need for theatrics. I’m only here for this one anyway”

“Me?” Evelyn said shakily

Ominis turned back and heard the faint gasp of Evelyn as Rookwood loomed over her. She’d stood from her chair and now had her wand drawn, Sirona too, her own pointing at the stockier of the pair. He could hear the faint crackle of magic from her wand as she readied to cast.

They were here…for her?

Well that simply wouldn’t do. She was far too innocent and naive for these brutes. Ominis stood then and reached out in front of her, his hand finding her waist and pushing her behind him. He hovered protectively around her shielding her with his body the best he could.

“I only want a quick word” Rookwood took another step forward.

“Perhaps you didn’t hea-“

“That’s that Gaunt kid!” Harlow exclaimed “Ranrok didn’t say nothing about the Gaunts”

“That doesn’t matter. They-“

“I ain’t tangling with the Gaunts. The things they do to their own family…I ain’t about to find out what they do to their enemies” Harlow quickly stowed his wand and exited the Inn. And without back up, Rookwood did the same.

“Can’t drink Butterbeer forever” He taunted as he left, the door swinging violently as he pushed through.

Sirona turned on her heels to the other patrons, her brow heavy over her eyes.

“None of you saw fit to help?” She scolded. The Inn remained quiet, an awkward silence seemed almost deafening. “They’re students! You should all be ashamed” She huffed, throwing her cleaning rag at the barrels in frustration.

“I’m sorry I…I knew you should’ve come with someone else” Ominis stuttered. Once again he’d almost gotten her killed.

“Not at all…” she breathed, her tone a mixture of joyous playfulness and deep gratitude “…seems you were the exact right person for me to come with”

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