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jellazticious · 3 months

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bing bong bootleg SS au

very long ramble under the C

stuff are subjected to change

The working title isn't solidified but I'm leaning on either Candy Castle or Pastry Castle

Tho I think I'm gonna go for pastry cuz it has the same amount of letters as castle much like pizza and tower have the same number too

The tower is a gingerbread castle. According to a friend of mine (It's Beefy, it's always Beefy go follow him) that Hispanics love their bakeries and yeah, I guess that makes sense. Not only do I have a theme based on the protag's culture but also the theme gets narrowed down to just baked sweets. Candy in general is too broad, I would die figuring out how to put every kind of sweet in it, and if I did it's gonna be really cluttered hooboy

Noise is called Theo because that's Peppino's name formula. Peppino is a nickname for Giuseppe so I thought I'd give Noise's swap a nickname to Theodore as the main name

Hazel Nutt is pretty self explanatory cuz Noisette means hazelnut in French

Their outfits are pretty simple to mirror Peppino and Gustavo's with just coloured shirts and aprons

Hazel doesn't get a mount because she would have Theo's prototype rocket skates. Just like Gus, she would have different stages of getting used to the skates per floor. First she gets blasted from end to end cuz she can't control the thrust. Second, she manages to turn it off but she's trying to keep balance on it. Third, she catches her breath now that she could stand still without moving or slipping. Next she would make a card castle, in reference to the very castle they're inside. and lastly she'd be holding a box of sweets without giving a shit about the scary floor.

To parallel the og Noisette, Hazel would smile bigger when Theo faces her direction.

Hazel is also Theo's delivery gal to match and switch with how Peppino WAS Gustavo's delivery guy

The "kick the rat" function would be Hazel swinging one of the skates and the cops grabbing Brick would instead hold a weapon detector that also functions as a magnet

Unlike Peppino, Theo is more aggressive than anxious. Imagine an injured cat defending itself from what it thinks is a threat

the name of Pizzaface's swap is Pieface for obvious reasons 😭

but HEAR ME OUT

both pizzaface and pieface are used as insults. pizza face is used for people with so much acne and pie face is used for someone with a flat face or dull expression. It isn't just a pun on what food the characters are made of. Pieface is also a reference to the trope where people headshot other people with pies. With the mech floating towards the protag, it would look like a pie is being thrown and targeted at Theo

Honestly drawing what food makes his face is so fun. Did you know that before the croissant smile it was supposed to be syrup shaped to a smile? The nose was a long whip of cream before turning into a cut strawberry for the mustache effect

Pizzahead's candy version would be called Gingerhead because of how ridiculous it sounds.

Gingerhead is based on Willy Wonka much like how Pizzahead is based on Ronald McDonald which is why he has more of a showman look than a clown look

okay side note, it just occured to me how ironic PH being based on Ronald is considering McDo's isn't a pizza place

actually Wonka doesn't even sell cakes and shit so, I guess it's fair game

Theo has the nickname Muffinman to reference the rhyme. but this time, it's the gingerbreadman chasing the baker

Next up is Mr S, who would be Peppino but he becomes rich. Mr S is the stage name he uses. He is a known celebrity much as Noise is but he is more of a boxer than a host. Like Dwayne Johnson or something. His name is partially a reference to ResEvil's Mr X, another absolute unit of a guy

also the reason why he doesn't wear a shirt. He's committing to the bit. If he needs to cover himself when he isn't playing a role, then there's his robe. He doesn't take out his mask most of the time tho

Mr S's mask is based on the Chef Raider design but also part of the scrapped superhero design much like Pizzano. Actually speaking of Pizzano, S is characterized so similarly to him cuz Pizzano is the only SS character who was actually written well to my standards. To be fair we've seen too much of Peppino to flunk characterizing him sksksk

Since this is Peppino that Mr S is based on, he's not as tech savvy or as self centered as Noise so he doesn't have robots that look like himself. Instead he has ants for a crew

the ants swap the place of rats. the rats in PT reference the new york pizza rat while ants just generally eat your food especially if it's sweet when left alone for five minutes

the ants come from Mr G, who would be Gustavo's swap with Noisette. He's Mr S's lawyer. at the end of S's bossfight, G would snatch him away with Click (the ant) because S would make a foul and embarrassing move on live camera

I can't seperate Gustavo and Brick so Click stays with Mr G instead of assisting Hazel

inside what would be Noisette cafe, instead of Mr G and Click being behind the counter, they would be sitting as customers next to Caraman. the barista isn't seen anywhere

Honestly when I'm writing everyone, my logic of swapping them isn't "make them switch places AND personalities" but more of "write every single one of them with the og personality because giving them a different lifestyle/role would drastically change their motives and how they behave"

I'm practically just swapping each character's place of birth

I mentioned this because it's kinda funny with Noisette and Gus since they play the exact same role of assisting Peppino/Noise so swapping them won't change much in how they act. They also have the same cheery and welcoming personality by default so Hazel and Mr G would act REALLY similar to their og

The only difference is that Gustavo can be threatening whenever Peppino fucks up. It fits right in with being a lawyer for the same goon

Now we got Mel Caraman who would become this au's Vigi. Lemme just say off the bat that Caraman is just as delusional as Vigi. He gets hired as a guard for floor 2 and took it way too seriously that he thinks he's some sort of sentinel. Hired as a guard but thinks he's an ancient guardian or something

his name vaguely references James Bond because you also VAGUELY get "caramel" out of "Caraman, Mel Caraman"

Caraman is a caramel apple but he's half glazed to form an eyemask. he's also got a stick poking out his head that stretches his chorro hat. the big hat makes him look cooler anyways. Bro I was so ready to settle for a shitty wild west mayor hat and I owe Beefy one for suggesting a new hat. I was gonna make him look like Doug Dimmadome with the short brimmed tall hat😭😭😭

but yeah Caraman doesn't have the same dignity as Vigi does. He can fight crime decently on normal circumstances and badass when he's full serious. But like day in day out he's so obnoxious about looking for crime that people get tired of him nor would they take him seriously

he would also be mistaken for a pepper

Next to last, Cam M. Bert or just Bert who would take place of Pepperman. he's an artist who appreciates the world instead of himself, a freelancer also. There was only a bossfight because he was coincidentally commissioned to make a mural for the castle the same time Theo busts in. He didn't like how Theo ruined some of his works with his rush to open the door

Bert is a cream cheese instead of a cheese slime. his beret is actually a little cherry to distinguish him from the other creams.

Bert is really chill and humble, He's like Bob Ross, whenever he can, he'd try to talk about how every beauty in the world should be immortalized through a canvas

In parallel to Vigi's delusion of thinking he's a human, Bert thinks he's actually a living painting (which is completely possible for someone to be in the PT world since Pepperman was able to do it with his own art)

instead of a :{ face that Vigilante has, Bert has a :3 face

the naming formula is taken directly from Vigi

Vig E. Lantte

Cam M. Bert

There is a type of sweet cheese that's really creamy called camembert which his name is a direct reference from. Here is a picture of a camembert since it's hella cute

Camembert cheese was also suggested by Beefy, brother thank you for not allowing me to name this cunt Creamlad

Mr Lardo would be in place of Mr Stick but his motive is that he's collecting Theo's money on BEHALF of Mr Stick. They're probably the only ones who completely stay intact because there's not much canon info of Stick WITHIN the game itself I also feel he's a crossover character from his own "series" with how long McPig has him prior to PT so I just swap the character who makes the "cameo"

The toppins are still called toppins because they'd be used to decorate a cake or pie. They would be

Strawberry - Mushroom

Cream - Cheese

Cookie - Tomato

Icing (in a piping bag) - Sausage

actually I dont know yet for the pineapple but I'll get to it. I've only been figuring out this au since four days ago....

Lastly (of the characters), the Faker in this would be mechanical to match the original Noise's familiarity in robots

Fake Theo (temp name) would be engineered to be "Theo but way better" while actually being succesful with it. Faker would also sort of look like a mini figure of a ballerina. Referencing The Nutcracker

Opposite to Fake Peppino, Fake Theo is more graceful than terrifying but it's so uncanny how unnaturally pretty it is

and now some misc stuff

Title of the final level is When The Cookie Crumbles

the pepper pizza will be replaced with an extremely sweet pie and the immunity is caused by the sugar rush from it

Pizza Time is called Crunch Time

Pillar John would be a giant graham cracker since the walls are made of cookies instead of bricks. Gerome however, is a solidified bar of brownies. like a shittily made brownie that it just turned into a construction brick

Snotty is a pure white cream cheese and that's cuz he's actually made of glue. His name is Sticky

Pigs would either be bears or rabbits with how many times those two animals represented sweets

I'm gonna be clear with everyone here. I literally made this au cuz I'm going insane trying to make swap stuff with Pascal/Stefano when the au itself is so empty. sure it's colourful but it's so empty like I can't draw SS characters outside of poses

I tried like doing fanon modifications as I always do then there's so much I "modified" that at this point it's not Sugary Spire anymore. Just straight up a completely different au. The only similarity is that it's a swap au with sweets

it is what it is yknow. this is my life now. I said fuck it and went with the flow and boom, new personal au that I poured too much into

basically I blame Pascal for this

#Pizza Tower #tagging them as their og until I solidify the au #Pizzaface #Pizzahead #The Noise #Peppino Spaghetti #Noisette #The Vigilante #Pepperman #Gustavo and Brick #i drew this #Cookie Castle

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meraki-sunset · 8 months

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ok so imagine hypothetically PS, PI, AD and MK exist within sburb

the only names i can think of are for PS under Knave Blanc and eventually Potentate Savior, or in cases where he flips the fuck out like B1 SS, Paragon Soul

the four of them wear tarot suits parallel to the dersite agents [PS: swords, PI: pentacles, AD: wands, MK: chalices]

PS would wear his uniform with the utmost pride and knowingly tarnishing it is a one way ticket to the lockup

PS also has red feelings for his queen despite them being unrequited a lot of the time

PI will pretty much be wearing the gaudiest uniform you've ever seen

MK is consistently gunning for his royalty's ring and scepter as he believes monarchy is weak compared to the diplomacy he has in mind

if the four were in the a2 session their exile command stations would be: PS: Horse [linked to Kanaya], PI: Shark [linked to Nepeta], AD: Ram Skull [linked to Equius, but the video feed is unavailable], and MK: Bull [Linked to Gamzee and Eridan, but only the former is responsive to his commands similar to how vriska was irresponsive to snowman's commands]

That's an interesting take. Tho it's unknown if the Problem Sleuth team are carapace. They show up in homestuck two which would conect the universes, but that is also dubiously canon.

Problem Sleuth existed way before homestuck and the characters look kinda diferent from the chess people. they just look like how the autor liked to draw people. Tho it's known that (in homestuck at least) Midnight City is in fact on Alternia, was founded by Jack Noir and is inhabitated by Carapace, this could have been simply Hussie reciclyng concepts and ideas, adapting them to his new story (homestuck)

There are a couple of things here and there that show up in homestuck which conect them to problem sleuth, like the weapons that change into objects when touched. That could mean that they exist in the same universe, but could also be just bullshit. There's no way to know for sure.

i think people theorized that Problem Sleuth along with the Midnight Crew and maybe The Felt were the ones who imput the comands for the trolls, i like that theory

#homestuck #csau extra

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faerielandtrolls · 1 year

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Why doesn’t it end well?? You seem like a order decent guy to me 😔

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#Ealain Answers #Asks Answered #8bit mau5

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moved-2-afuneralusay · 6 years

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gays the comic part one fluff under the cut ;D

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salmankhanholics · 3 years

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★ What next for Salman Khan? Trade experts speak!

It's time for Salman Khan to reinvent himself. The biggest of stars did it after a point. After Mrityudaata and Lal Badshah, Amitabh Bachchan changed tracks and did Mohabbatein, says trade expert

21 May 2021

Taran Adarsh: “It's time for Salman Khan to reinvent himself. The biggest of stars did it after a point. After Mrityudaata and Lal Badshah, Amitabh Bachchan changed tracks and did Mohabbatein. Salman enjoys a massive fan base. He's the Pied Piper of the industry, the darling of the masses. But he needs to go think out of the box. He did Bajrangi Bhaijaan and Sultan and the audience loved him. The BO numbers also crossed 300 cr mark in India. It's time for a change. That would only cement his status.

I feel he was much more brave as an actor when he started out. He did varied roles, stepped out of the comfort zone. Why can't he do it now when he's at the peak? He must change. He should change. The fandom will only grow if he did so. Make movies that will be remembered. He's the biggest star here, he should work with makers who make qualitative cinema. On a personal level, I would love to see him work with SLB or SS Rajamouli. Imagine the film with this combination. Salman needs to work on scripts that do justice to his stardom.”

Amod Mehra: “He should stop playing 'bhai' and reinvent himself. In this age of OTT the taste of audiences has matured .He should stop making meaning less films.”

Atul Mohan: “The stardom of Salman Khan is unquestionable. If we see the opening of his last 4-5 films he is drawing opening day collections of 40+crore. It's just the choice of films and it's making which are going wrong. His lowest earner is these years was also 125 cr and decent one did 190+ cr. He is scoring above 100 crores with average of 150 cr.With Tiger he will be back in game for sure. After Radhe he is doing Tiger and after that he can do Dhoom4.”

Girish Johar: “Salman Khan has to re invent and re-package himself. He has been doing the same kind of films for the last so many years and providing same content to his fans again n again, which has become a downer. He needs to realize that the audiences’ taste has changed, their preference for content consumption has changed. So he has to mould accordingly, which till now he hasn’t. Undoubtedly, Salman is the biggest crowd-puller we have. He has humongous star power with a jaw-dropping fan base. He is a pan-India mass star, which very few are .But he has to match the content with his stardom. He has to select content which not only the masses like but is lapped up by millennial audiences too. Smart, quirky, intelligent content is being consumed presently, so to capitalize his immense powerful screen presence, he has to ensure that going forward, he attracts the millenials keeping his mass fan base satiated too. A tricky mix, but no other than SALMAN KHAN can do it.”

Mayank Shekhar: “Honestly I’m not convinced the film had a woeful response. From reviewers (like me), and a certain predictable set on social media, yes. But his core base, that comprises masses that flock to theatres on Day One, especially Eid—that Radhe was made bearing in mind; checking almost every box—did not have theatres to go to.

Salman’s Bollywood appeal/power is really tested at the box-office. It’s a lot like electoral politics—it doesn’t matter the quality of party/candidate, all that matters is who got more votes. The votes, in this case, weren’t counted. I’m no one to tell what Salman should do. What he might, I suspect, is more or less continue to make similar, self-centric, bird-brained films. That’s what’s brought him this ‘Rajnikanth of the North’ image anyway.”

Pritish Nandy: “Salman Khan has to act in films made by today’s producers. Radhe was far too retro. That audience has died, not from Covid, from old age. Radhe spoke to people over 80. Totally outdated. Salman is capable of much better films. So is SRK. But they are scared of doing different kind of roles because they fear they will lose their traditional audience. They don’t accept the fact that that audience has died a long time back. And young people today are running away from that kind of outdated, boring cinema."

Raja Sen: "It is time Salman Khan started making an effort. This country may finally be wary of entitled icons who believe the cult of their personality is enough to sway the masses. If Salman just chose to work with talented directors -- and I believe most directors in the country would love to work with Salman to make a solid commercial film -- he is capable of making solid entertainers.'

#salman khan #trade #trade expert #taran #ta #taran adarsh #2021

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abovethesmokestacks · 5 years

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A Home For the Heart

Title: A Home For the Heart

Pairing: Hal Carter x reader

Rating: General audiences

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles picture prompt special. My image prompt (seen here below) was sent in by @marvelgirl7, and it... got away from me. I still hope you like it!

He almost scares the living daylights out of her. The small train station is all but empty, and she’s pacing the platform, rubbing her arms to stave of the chill drawing in. September slowly bled away until suddenly she seemed to wake up in October. Leaves have already started falling from the trees and it will get colder. There was a plan, she was going to go places, there was going to be an adventure. Now she’s here, halfway to the middle of nowhere, no money for train fare, and yet she can’t make herself move away from the platform.

A cargo train pulls in, the brakes jarring and making her cringe. Maybe that’d be something. Train hopping like a drifter, going from place to place. Living the great American roadtrip on the rails, experience the world as she never would have before.

She’s lost in some romanticized dream of what it might be like when a gentle hand shakes her shoulder. The squeak she lets out might possibly be described as more of a shriek, but she claps a hand over her mouth, the dream lost in favour of a worst case scenario where she won’t ever leave town, let alone this platform.

“Sorry if I scared ya, miss.”

There is a man standing next to her, rugged and a little travel worn, with bright blue eyes regarding her under a long fringe that is just shy of being able to be swept behind his ears. There’s a rip in his shirt, a duffel slung over his shoulder that looks like it’s staying together by hope alone, scuffed boots on his feet.

“I tried calling out for ya, you look a little lost,” he offers, removing his hand and taking a step back. “I’m Hal Carter, miss.”

“I’m...” She fumbles for words. Does she offer her name? “I’m... lost.”

Hal smiles, shoves his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans, “Well, I know this place pretty well, so if you need directions, I can probably help.”

It prompts a story. Because directions, yes, she could use them, but they would all lead to places with things she can’t afford because her last bit of cash was stolen, and food and shelter generally require funds. Hal nods, and though her cheeks heat with the shame of having to admit she has no money, no plan, no idea what to do, he doesn’t berate her, doesn’t dismiss her.

“C’mon,” he says, motioning with his hand for her to follow.

He is a stranger. He could be dangerous. But there is an ease to his expression, a flash of something like kinship in his eyes. She can at least walk a bit with him. Walking will keep her warm. She’ll need it.

“It’s tough being out on the road alone,” he tells her as they leave the station behind. “Been doing it myself most of the past season. Hopped on a train, rode until I got somewhere, worked for anyone who needed a hand, moved on when I wanted. Frightens me every damn time to get off that train.”

They exchange stories. A carnival down in New Orleans. Farms dotted all over the Midwest. The forests of the Olympic Peninsula. Trains and car rides and travels that have neither a beginning nor an ending. She doesn’t even notice they’ve strayed from the road leading into town, instead walking along a smaller dirt road. She’s about to ask where they’re headed, fear simmering in the pit of her stomach when she looks ahead where the road bends into a gentle downhill curve. It opens up to a landscape she could only have dreamt about. A worn wooden rail lines the road with string lights wrapped around them, pumpkins and lit lanterns dotting the way down to a red farmhouse nestled in a little clearing before a sprawling forest that burns with red and yellows and browns.

“W-Who lives here? Is it another job for you?” she asks, mouth agape as she takes in the sight, the warmth radiating from the picturesque setting.

Hal only smiles, keeps trudging down the road. She can do nothing but follow, looking up only when she hears a door open and spots a woman stepping out onto the porch, arms crossed over her chest.

“And what time do you call this?” the woman calls out to Hal, mirth and playful irritation mixing in the lilt of her accent.

“What can I say, trains don’t always run on time. Told you I’d be home on the 11th, though, didn’t I?” Hal replies, hurrying up to the woman and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

With a “hmph”, the woman turns her gaze from Hal. “And who do we have here?”

She wants to shrink away from the attention, but Hal come back down to join her, wraps an arm around her, “Ma, this is our guest. She’ll be staying for a bit til she can get back on her feet.”

Ma? She tries hard not to let her eyes bulge. Ma doesn’t seem to even bat an eyelash, only tells them both to get on inside and out of the cold. It’s a bit of a blur from there on out; she’s shown to a room, offered some warmer clothes and a chance to wash off the dirt of the road, and when Hal knocks on her door to suggest something warm to drink, she already feels like she’s been here for weeks.

“You live here?” she asks later. They’re back on the porch, each wrapped in a blanket with a mug of hot apple cider cupped between their hands. “She’s your... She’s-”

“Oh, no, she’s not my ma. Not my real one. I’ve known her since I was a kid, my own mother wasn’t- I just kept calling her Ma so often that it stuck,” Hal explains, looking down at his mug. “She takes care of the place while I’m away. ‘S been hard keeping this place going, but I couldn’t bear getting rid of it. So for the summers, I roam around. I see the country, work like a dog, while Ma takes care of the place. Sharp as a tack that one. She keeps hoping one day I’ll stop. Says it’s no good for the soul to be as uprooted as mine. Keep telling her I gotta find something to make me stay first.”

She looks around, from the illuminated path to the barns and golden fields that lie like muted gold in the fading light. “I don’t think I could ever leave,” she confesses, taking another sip of the cider, eyes fluttering close at combination of rich spices and tangy apples.

“You’re free to stay as long as you’d like, ‘s long as you don’t mind lending a hand.”

“Of course.”

She thinks maybe it’ll be a few days. A few weeks. Maybe a month or two, tops. But like September vanished seemingly unnoticed, so does time. She helps out during the days, sometimes with Ma, sometimes with Hal. Some days, she wanders around, goes into town, but never once does she feel the call of the trains passing through. There are dinners and lunches and stolen glances and lingering touches. There are pumpking pies and first snow and a warm hand in hers around a table laden with food. There’s Hal and talks on the porch and snowball fights that end in both of them soaked to the bone and Ma shaking her head like they’re teenagers and whispering things to him that make him blush. There’s a new year, coldsnaps and a sprained ankle, and one February night there is a kiss so brief that if it weren’t for her tingling lips, she thinks she might have dreamt it.

Everything melts. The snow. Her heart. The seasons are turning, and she wakes one night feeling like the last flash of winter is holding her heart in an icy grip, filling it with a dread that has her knocking on Hal’s bedroom door in the middle of the night. When he opens, he barely gets a word out before her arms are slung around his neck, face pressing against the warmth of his chest.

“What’s the matter?”

I gotta find something to make me stay first.

“Please, stay. I don’t want to leave, I don’t want you to leave. Please, I can’t, I don’t want to go back.”

“Sweetheart...”

“Hell, I don’t have anything to go back to at this point, I don’t know what to do,” she rambles on, clinging to him as if he might at any moment dismiss her and push her away.

Her heart nearly breaks when he steps away from her, holds her steady so he can look at her. It’s going to happen. No more days working. No more dinners. No more nagging him with Ma. No more talks on the porch. No more kisses.

“Sweetheart, look at me... It’s okay, you’re okay, please, lemme look at you.” Even in the dark, she can tell the exact shade of blue in his eyes. “I’m gonna be honest with you, okay? I had almost forgot that I usually leave in the next two months. In... God, in four months, I haven’t thought about it once. You know what I have thought about? You. You and how I want to show you everything. I barely even know how this place works in the summer months, and Ma will chew me out for every bit I don’t know, but god, I want to be here with you. I want us to be here.”

“You said you always left,” she says, voice small and nearly muffled against his skin.

“Because this never felt like a proper home. Ma’s here, and I love her, but there’s... a lot of memories attached to this place. And sooner or later they begin to eat at me. So I leave. I leave so I can come back and live in this house without a shadow constantly weighing on me. But darling, you’ve... I don’t remember this house ever being this happy. From the day you came home with me from the train station, you made me feel at home. And I was fearful you’d leave eventually. ‘S not a glamorous life after all, and I’d’ve understood if it wasn’t for you. I still do. But as long as you want to stay, I’ll stay with you. And if ever you want to leave, I want you to know, I ain’t gonna keep you from the road. But this house...” He cups your face, smiling like he’s about to fall to pieces before you. “This house is a home because of you.”

“You... won’t leave?” It’s the only thing she can think of, the only thing she can focus on, hope bubbling like sparkling wine inside her.

Hal smiles, closes the distance to kiss her soft and sweet, lifting her up and swaying them around. “How could I leave when there’s a home for my heart now?”

#HBC Drunk Drabbles #Hal Carter x reader #Picnic fanfiction #hell ye I'm drunk #DRUNK ON FLUFF AND LOVE FOR MY BOY HAL #this is also partly based on Hal's backstory from Picnic #which if you haven't read up about it #will 100% make you want to hug the poor guy

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bicrix · 5 years

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Volar

Mirando el cielo azul

Entre la sombras estar

el brillo de sus alas llego a ver

Deseando saber que sentir

Volar y brillar

Algo que nunca hay que olvidar

Dando la oportunidad

Aunque no sea de los suyos

No me dejaron atrás

Aunque no tenga sus dones

No les importó

Y me hicieron sentir

Que es volar y brillar

(Estribillo)

Aunque no tenga

nada que ustedes si

Yo llenaré

el vacío haciendo aun mas

No me rendiré

Quiero mostrar yo

Que soy digno

Que soy digno de estar con ustedes

Que no fue en vano

Que no fue en vano ninguna amistad

(Cancion)

Miles y miles de intentos

Nunca pude conseguir

Ser igual a ustedes

Pero nunca me rendí

Descubrí mi don oculto

En otras cosas mejoré

Quiero brillar por mi mismo

Quiero ser alguien mejor

Para ser algo

Algo para ustedes

Que pueda estar a su nivel

Y mostrar que merezco la pena

(Ahhhahhhh)

(Puente)

Quizás llegue a ser pesado

Pero no puedo quedarme atrás

Ustedes merecen más

Daré todo lo que tengo

Para ser parte de ustedes

Llegar a ser su inspiración

(Estribillo 2)

No tengo sus dones

Y no les importo

Me hicieron sentir

Que es volar y brillar

Aunque no tenga

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not-equippedforthis · 4 years

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More SS headcanons

Virgil never uses the stairs, he just yeets himself over the banister at the top. Like what a power move

Logan or Virgil have at one point legitimately memorized the bee movie script out of sheer boredom

Patton is a soft boi and has a unique greeting for everyone in the morning

Roman and Virgil have, at some point, blasted hit or miss in a walmart using the speakers

Deceit knits outfits for the other sides

Once he knitted a cute lil jumper for his snake and everyone was shocked because my god thats so wholesome

Virgil's spider is named after muffett from undertale, and she regularly hangs out with Deceit's snake

Patton makes the best brownies, like oh my god theyre so good. He makes them for the others when theyre sad and even leaves some for Thomas when things arent going smoothly

Virgil regularly makes hot chocolate for comfort and his is like, the best. It has marshmallows, candy canes, vanilla, cream and everything with even a lavender scent.

He'll leave said hot chocolate for the others when they need comfort with an anonymous note. One day hes recovering from an attack and he finds a hot chocolate waiting on the counter for him

Remus eats everything and anything. So one day Virgil is playing piano and he just bites a key off.

Remus has a huge pet snail and its actually really wholesome

Logan has memorized the first 200 digits of pi

Deceit's hat can store a lot of stuff, and one day hes hungry in the middle of a video and wordlessly pulls out a mcdonalds burger and eats it infront of them

Roman makes these insane Disney theories and Virgil just nods, adding more

Virgil writes a lot of songs

Roman knows the whole choreography to several musicals and just loves doing it

Every side can dance: Patton's is that fun freestyle dad type dance, and its really wholesome, Roman's is elegant and he can do ballroom, gumnastics and even a bit of ballet, Virgil can do really good shuffling and cutting shapes, Logan is real good at tap and has really good rhythm, Deceit rarely dances but he likes hip hop a nd Remus is just a freestyle of octopus limbs

Patton goes all out on Christmas decorations: the whole house is just the christmas section of target compressed

Logan has a massive library and Virgil often borrows books in return for drawings of stars, space or just cool little gifts he made (he doesnt have to but he likes the exchange)

Speaking of, Virgil is really good at art and animates a bit aswell

Virgil, Deceit and another side, which i will call Dylan, do a "Markiplier Makes" type thing when theyre alone (Ethan as Virgil, Mark as Deceit and Tyler as Dylan)

Logan knows how to insult people in over 50 different languages and its amazing

Virgil often says "buckle up, buttercup, you just flipped my bitch switch" if hes super mad

Remus makes really weird bath bombs and sometimes gives them to the others. Theyre disgusting but they love them all the same

After DWIT Virgil was really convinced that Thomas hated him but the next day he just summoned him and wordlessly hugged him and FLUFF AND TEARS

Roman and Remus often have debates over pineapple on pizza, and theyre so heated that the others just sit down with popcorn and watch

Virgil uses really unique threats, like "Ill break your spine and then use the remains to bob the builder you a new one if you dont shut up"

Roman has the most creative and stupidly dramatic ways of doing everyday, simple tasks and its absolutely amazing

I might add more, soz its a huge post xD

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #random shit #headcanon #thomas sanders

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interrogatormentors · 4 years

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Event Nine: Promise

[CW: death, drowning]

The weeks following the start of the emotional conditioning bore down on Sollux with the force of a dead whale. He could feel the walls pressing down on him, suffocating and claustrophobic, and half the days he found himself waking from helming daymares.

The others fared no better.

Ophlia didn’t seem to sleep. Zesaim sat on her bunk for hours at a time, wall-eyed, while Rosmer cried in other troll’s voices into the day. Sollux hadn’t known the olive could mimic voices, and wished that had remained a secret. Mercuo often woke gasping, holding onto his gills before tucking himself next to a stonefaced Trisia.

Ualona managed to hold himself together somehow, and often came to Sollux for help. After their now nightly emotional conditioning they huddled together for warmth, heads leaned in over their tablets. This morning however, Ualona came back to the bunks quiet. He tapped on his tablet for near to an hour before several identical text notifications dinged from all their tablets.

[actualizedClairvoytant [AC] has opened up the memo keepyourmout-| |-ss-| |-ut] twinArmaggedons [TA] has entered the chat! glorifiedCorpsification [GC] has entered the chat! chronicAcademician [CA] has entered the chat! castigatedTrepidation [CT] has entered the chat! cavortingGratuity [CG] has entered the chat! accentuatedAntimony [AA] has entered the chat! TA: the fuck UA ii can barely uncurl my fiinger2 2tiill wtf ii2 up?? AA: jus7 spi7 i7 ou7 bud i wan7 7o ca7ch some zs while i can AA: 7heyre 7hrowing new shi7 a7 us soon i can feel i7 AC: cant AC: the mics remember?

Sollux glanced up and off to the side, where the speaker produced its steady whine as usual. It would be stupid to think the connection didn’t go both ways.

TA: okay 2hoot TA: what have you got?? AC: i was digging in t-| |-e interrogatormentor arc-| |-ives and i found all our files. CG: and How does THat even Help us? CG: i don’T need To know wHaT They Think of me. CA: treasOOn.

A whimper came from Rosmer’s bunk, and Sollux looked down to see Ophlia staring the olive down with bloodshot eyes and bared teeth.

AC: okay treason aside youll wanna -| |-ear t-| |-is. AC: especially you rosmer.

[actualizedClairvoyant [AC] has sent the file flunkies.txt]

Sollux scanned the document, brows furrowed. Even in the confidential archives someone had censored the documents, black lines smeared across various points of data. Someone else, Ualona no doubt, had highlighted specific sections of each.

Mercuo Trevan: Interrogated and broke a rebellion recruiting ring in Imperial Navy recruits. Purposefully joined, goals for the BC Reichenbach.

Zesaim Exeria: Random draw. Induce failure in time for unit on psionic alterations to the brain due to psionic projection ability.

Sollux Captor: Former helmsman, isolated rebels in brig to promote surrender; reportedly accessed the Imperial Network and ran a long-standing data mining protocol for several sweeps prior to capture and indoctrination. Brought to attention by Head Admin Eridan Ampora and ██████ ██████ [████████].

Trisia Avarae: Identified several problem spots in local drone patrol routes and took down a single unit. Promote immediately upon graduation.

Ophlia Davrot: Drowned a head subjuggulator in sacrificial blood pools following an identical attempt on her life due to poor humor. Tested on basic interrogatormentor techniques and passed with an 89%.

Rosmer Leywet: Random draw. Induce failure at convenience of instructor. Recommended for immediate cremation; has no particular talent nor purpose. Proposed: preserve vocal chords for study? Request denied.

Ualona Reshan: Hacked into the imperial network and managed to stay online for five minutes. Sent a notification to the drones through this system for two removals of traitors in apartment directly above residence in hivestem.

The chat stayed idle for a few minutes, before Sollux broke the silence with the gentle clacking of his claws against the tablet screen.

TA: 2o what doe2 thii2 mean?? TA: are the2e TA: accurate?? AC: t-| |-ey are for me GC: *YeS.* CG: seconded. AA: you mean 7hirded!

Mercuo grabbed his pillow, reaching out and smacking at Trisia’s ankles. She managed a shaky laugh. “Fourthed!” she said, before chugging from her water bottle. Rosmer only pulled his knees closer to his chest.

CT: they told me i won a lot~tery, CT: why would they tell me oth~er~wise, AC: t-| |-ey want people to fail TA: oh 2hiit TA: that’2 where they’re gettiing the te2t 2ubject2 for all theiir traiiniing viideo2. TA: how el2e would they have 2o many liive feed2 whiithout a hiigh piing rate??

Zesaim put a hand to her mouth, looking over to Rosmer who buried his face in his hands. He started crying, in a voice Sollux didn’t recognize this time. Ophlia broke her weeks long silence in a voice like rusted nails scraping up against each other.

“You know what we must do.”

Sollux woke in a web of wires, head pounding to the beat of a familiar, klaxon alarm. He jerked in the helming harness, throwing his head back as he tried initiating a defense protocol. Nothing came to him, the only response a blinding pain from his temples that whited out his vision.

“Status report,” said a voice, somewhere off to his left.

“Helmsman A1A100 reporting system disconnect. Attempted sabotage detected. Administrator password required to proceed.” Sollux swallowed, trying to moisten his dry lips. Hang on. What happened to the humidity?

He opened his eyes, registering Rapard standing at attention just before another wave of pain jolted up his spine. Sollux almost yelled before he caught himself, sucking in a breath instead and separating himself from the sensation as he’d been taught.

“Nice work, Captor,” Rapard said, moving forward. “That’s the fastest recovery I’ve seen yet. Welcome to your next stage of emotional conditioning.”

Sollux gritted his teeth, brows furrowing before he forced them smooth. “Yes sir,” he said, forcing the words out even as instinctive terror roiled in his gut. He didn’t want to helm again. He couldn’t helm again, and this facsimile of flying left him mentally scattered. He shoved away the thought that this exercise was in response to Ualona’s discovery the night before. He’d written the code necessary for them to have private chat rooms himself.

Rapard began his usual patrol around the room then, throwing random trivia at Sollux in time with electric pulses that surged through nodes attached to his sealed ports. Sollux held firm, his face a mask of blank indifference as he forced himself to disassociate from the pain. The questions remained easy enough, all tidbits from the lessons on technique. They were so innocuous, in fact, that at first Sollux thought he imagined Rapard’s next line of inquiry as a claw traced on his chin.

“How long have you known the rebel insurgent known as Karkat Vantas, hex code unknown?”

“What?” Sollux blinked, shaking his head as he tried to return to reality.

He yelled as Rapard pressed a button on the remote in his hand, the electric charge at least double what he’d experienced so far.

“Pay attention, Captor,” Rapard said. He leaned in close, nose an inch from Sollux’s own. “Separating yourself completely will only lead to you missing important data.” He pressed the button again, face impassive as Sollux jerked in the wires. “Now, answer. How long have you known Karkat Vantas, rebel insurgent? Where is he?”

Sollux swallowed hard. The name rattled around his pan, sending guilt and anxiety through him in equal measure. No. How did they know? He’d tried to lock away that information, bury it deep inside of himself and throw away the key during his time as a helmsman. How did they know about Karkat? Did they know about Feferi, or Kanaya? He’d seen Eridan’s named on his file the other night, had he turned traitor?

Rapard pressed the button again, and Sollux screamed as his muscles involuntarily tensed. The smell of burnt flesh hit his nostrils, and his vision faded in and out of focus. “I don’t- Shit!” Another electric charge, and Sollux’s fists clenched on nothing. He tried exercising his learned behaviors from lessons, stepping outside of the pain and attempting to retreat into his own thoughts. Karkat’s face met him there as he’d last seen him, hunched in front of his webcam and begging Sollux to run as the noise of drones echoed around Sollux’s hive.

Rapard tapped him on the nose, deliberate and mocking. “I won’t ask you again, recruit.”

“Since I was five,” Sollux said, flinching as Rapard’s finger twitched on the remote in his hand. “I don’t know where he is now.” He yelled, back arching as another charge surged through him. The klaxon alarm grew louder, reverberating in time with the pounding in his skull. “I don’t! Fuck! Alternia! Eastern quadrant, coordinates 56 by 900, bunker!” The shocks did not dissipate as he cried out, only increasing in power and frequency.

As Sollux hovered on the edge of consciousness Rapard grabbed his jaw, claws digging into the skin enough to draw tiny pinpricks of yellow blood. “Good, nice work,” he said. Sollux caught a glimpse of the seadweller’s teeth as he grinned, red light glinting off the jagged edges. “I want to make you a promise, Captor. Are you listening?”

“Yes.” Sollux gulped for air as the shocks abated for a few moments, taking the respite to separate himself from the pain and emotion in time for the pain to start anew. He did not so much as cry out, sweat beading along his forehead as he forced it away. He finally understood Ualona. What did Rapard promise you?

“You stay with the interrogatormentors, you stay compliant and devote yourself to the empire, and we won’t touch Vantas,” Rapard said. “You step a toe out of line, you get a single demerit, and you’re receiving his head on a platter. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The lights dimmed then, and Sollux sagged as electricity stopped surging through the wires. He fell into his knees as Rapard cut him down, but forced his head high even as every muscle shook with the effort. As he hauled himself up and staggered from the room Sollux couldn’t find himself to feel fear, for himself or Karkat. He couldn’t feel anything at all. Even the pain had faded into the background, a distant reminder as he dragged himself to the mess hall. He sat in silence, staring at his food. Only Zesaim and Rosmer seemed themselves, with Rosmer even offering a shaky Ualona one of his classic beaker-made cookies. “You deserve it after what you found this evening,” the olive said, smiling. “It’s the least I can do to repay you.” The smile did not reach his eyes.

As per usual, physical endurance training took place the next night. Sollux moved towards the pool, hoping to exercise in a less load-bearing way, only for Instructor Pozoia to put a hand out. “Bikes, recruit,” the cerulean said, jerking his head in the way he wanted Sollux to go. “Ualona, take the pool.”

Ualona paused, blinking as he shook his head. “Huh?”

“The pool, Ualona,” Pozoia said, pointing.

“Oh, right, right.” Ualona trudged over to the pool, rubbing his eyes before jumping into the water. Sollux paused, but turned away to climb onto one of the exercise bikes. They’d all been a little out of it since yesterday.

After a half hour a loud splash caught Sollux’s attention, and he turned his head to see Ualona starting to flounder in the pool. Something seemed off-- his movements were erratic, head lolling to the side and dipping into the water a few seconds at a time. Sollux lifted a hand, catching the instructor’s attention and pointing. “Sir? Ualona needs help.”

Instructor Pozoia glanced up from his tablet, looking down his nose at Ualona’s struggle. “He can help himself, or drown,” he said, swiping his finger across his tablet.

Sollux hesitated before lifting his feet from his bike’s pedals, hopping off just as Trisia touched down from the climbing wall. “No, look,” he said. Ualona was starting to dip more and more, audibly choking every time he surfaced.

“He can’t even move his arms!” Trisia grabbed onto the instructor’s arm, only for Pozoia to jerk it away with a purse of his lips.

“Go ahead and help him,” Pozoia said. He met Sollux’s eyes, then Trisia’s, face set. “That’ll be a demerit on both your records.”

Sollux’s breath caught in his throat, and all his concern for Ualona melted away as Rapard’s words echoed in his ears. Automatically his learned responses kicked in, disassociating him from the situation at hand and rooting him to the ground until Ophlia charged past him with the surging fury of a freighter.

“Ualona!” The purple bounded across the gym’s floor in a matter of seconds, light on her feet as she made a beeline for the pool. Instructor Pozoia let out a soft sigh, and grabbed onto Ophlia’s horn as she passed and pinched at the base. Ophlia seized up, hesitating just long enough for Pozoia to drive his shoulder into the much larger troll’s chest and bowling her onto her back. Ophlia roared, eyes reddening before Pozoia stomped his foot onto her throat and cut her off. “No,” she croaked. “No, save him! Bastard! He doesn’t deserve to die!”

Ualona surfaced from a minute-long stint underwater then, screaming with a fury in contrast with his sluggish movements. “Rosmer!”

Rosmer froze in place, turning his head just enough to indicate he’d even noticed. “Yes, Ualona?” His whisper barely made it over the sound of Ualona’s splashing and Ophlia’s choking from the ground.

“Bastard!” Ualona sank again, kicking and driving himself into the wall. He surfaced again, voice burbling around the water in his throat before he could speak again. “Rat! What did you put in that cookie?” He let out a wet sob, choking. “I don’t want to die! Please, don’t let me die-- fffkrk--” Once again he fell beneath the surface of the water, and Sollux wasn’t surprised that he did not rise again. A sense of finality settled over him as he watched the water, and another voice of the doomed went silent.

Rosmer walked to the edge of the pool, watching as Ualona’s body drifted up to the surface. Without warning he spat into the water, turning back to face the others. “Sorry, that was rude,” he said. He smiled, but his eyes remained vacant and glassy. “You all saw his chat messages. He put us all in danger.”

Sollux looked past Rosmer, barely registering the sound of Ophlia continuing to wheeze and the dull thud of Trisia landing a mean right hook to Rosmer’s jaw. Rosmer’s glasses clattered in front of Sollux, but he didn’t move as he continued staring at Ualona’s body.

For a moment he saw Karkat, curly hair floating in the water.

Sollux blinked, and the vision faded. He tried to feel something, anything for the rust he’d considered a friend, but nothing came to him except a dull resignation.

If he didn’t want to end up like Ualona, dead in the water, he had to play his part.

#homestuck #homestuck au #sollux captor #interrogatormentors #interrogatormentors au #fic #illustrated fic #death #drowning #dissociation #torture #story event

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pizzee · 1 year

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star light, star bright, first star I see tonight

#puss in boots #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots fanart #ahem #imn normal #got a little bit of a howl's moving castle reference innit?#my meow meow #pi(ss) draws #i always forget that tag #Oop went back and edited it because it was bothering me🤪

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heraldrydiculous · 6 years

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To Choose Kings (New ways)

So, this is NOT mine - I copied it sometime in the 90′s off the ‘net or an e-mail discussion list. I have no idea who (or who-all) wrote it - I don’t mean to claim anything except it’s funny and/or food for thought. SCA reference.

HOW TO CHOOSE A KING

A new method of selecting kings involved a lottery drawing to determine HOW the next king was chosen. As each reign neared the end, the Throne would draw from a large bag of tiles and the selected tile would describe how the next Crowns would be chosen.

TRADITION!: Crown by right of arms. (The way we do it now.)

"Choosing our kings by combat is the worst method there is....

....except for all of the others."

THE LEAST SHALL BE FIRST: The last person to receive their Award of Arms shall be Crowned.

RUNNYMEDE: The landed barons and baronesses of the kingdom shall select the Crown by consensus.

MIGHT IS RIGHT: Champions shall compete for the honour of placing their candidates on the throne.

TURN AND TURN ABOUT: The predecessor shall be the heir. (The king before the current king shall be king again.)

MORE OF THE SAME: The current reign shall be extended for another period.

KNIGHT AND PAWN: The winner of a chess tournament shall be Crowned.

HOUSE OF LORDS: The next Crown shall be chosen by consensus among the peers.

PARLIAMENT: The next Crown shall be chosen by a ballot held among those holding Awards of Arms.

DEMOCRACY: The next Crown shall be chosen by a ballot held among all the people of the land.

THE DIE IS CAST: Roll the dice and whosoever's membership number is closest shall be Crowned. (One heck big die would be needed...)

AWARD OF THE THRONE: The current Throne will choose the next Crown.

BY FULL COFFERS: The throne may be "purchased" by the person who gives the largest amount of money to the kingdom.

CONSORTS CHOICE - Draw again and use that tile to pick the consort who then picks the King of their choice.

SHORT KING - Shortest adult on site.

LONG KING - Tallest adult on site.

KING OF TAPE - Person with most unused duct tape.

TAPE KING - Person with most duct tape in use.

SPARKLE KING - Person with greatest weight of jewellery round neck.

GET THE POINT? - Whoever shoots the best Royal Round that day becomes King.

IF THE SHOE FITS - All size adjustments are removed from the Crown of An Tir. Whomever the Crown fits best becomes King.

VOICE OF THE CROWN - Whatever Herald's voice can be heard and understood at the greatest distance becomes King.

FRATERNITY INITIATION - Whoever can swallow the most live goldfish without getting sick becomes King.

FATHER OF THE LAND -- Whoever has the most children on site becomes King.

ROYAL FLUSH -- Whoever gets the highest draw poker hand becomes King.

SPELL-DOWN -- Whoever wins an on-site spelling bee becomes King.

DUCK, YOU SUCKER! -- The Queen throws a rose backward over Her shoulder. Whoever catches it becomes King.

WALK THE DOG - the person who has a pet on a leash is made king.

SILVER KING - any couple celebrating their silver anniversary gets to be king and queen.

SKY KING - the person who flew the farthest to get to the event gets to be king.

ROAD KING - The driver of the car travelling the farthest to get the event is made king. "You missed the obvious with that last one. It should be KING OF THE ROAD...." (ducking)

MY BACKYARD - The person who lives closest to the site is made King.

MY GAME - The event autocrat is made King.

OUR GAME - The seneschal of the group hosting the event is made King.

COME IN - The next person entering the site is made King.

BLIND CHOICE - The Queen (why not?), blindfolded, pages through

the sign-in sheets and points. The person who's name is under her finger is made King.

DRAWING YOUR DEVICE - A drawing is made from a bag of shields (exactly like the ones used for the lists board) and the person who's device is drawn is made King.

LONG HOURS - The person with the most hours at the gate at this event is made king.

GROWN UP NOW - (What's the minimum age limit to qualify in heavy, rapier and/or archery?) The youngest person to qualify today is made king.

MADGE'S GAME - Whoever is the most wrinkled from washing feast gear is made King.

LET'S MAKE A LAND DEAL - Whoever can afford it can buy the King.

PIN THE TAIL ON THE PRINCE/SS - The candidates stand around in two circles, one for King and one for Queen. The reigning royalty has the option of being spun about until unable to stand well or playing all comers at Tablero de Gucci. They are blindfolded then led to the circle of candidates and whoever the stick with a pin first is the Prince/ss. Oh, and the candidates are not allowed to move. The nice thing is the currently royalty gets to decide on both the method of confusion and the size of the pin. It also allows them to pick who will select the King or Queen.

GLASSY EYE KING: Those who drove furthest in a single stretch to get to an event after working a full day before and staying up the night before that until all hours of the morning packing the car for the event:-)

CHIVALROUS KING - The person showing the most chivalrousness, gallantry, courtliness, etc. gets the crown.

PROCRASTINATION - Last person to the event gets the crown.

SUCCINCT - Most clear, and concise speaker gets the crown.

HOSPITALITY - The person that wines, dines, and entertains the most people gets the crown.

RED BELT - The oldest squire in the Kingdom gets to be King.

THIN RED BELT - The oldest squire -at-this-event- gets to be King.

KING DEATH - The current holders of the Pernicious Lily award select the next king.

THE SINGING SWORD - The Bards of the Kingdom select the next king.

WOAW IS ME - The members of the Order of WOAW get to choose the next king -- members of the order themselves are excluded.

HERALDICALLY CORRECT - The heralds of the kingdom get to choose the next king.

CHOOSING MY MASTER - The seneschals of the kingdom choose the next king.

THE LAST DROP - The last Goutte made is King.

ARMED AND READY - The last Jambe made is King.

SHAFTED AGAIN - The last Grey Goose Shaft made is King.

TOUCHE - The last White Sash made is King.

DOUBLE THE SERVICE - The last Pelican made is King.

ART OF NOBILITY - The last Laurel made is King.

TWICE A NIGHT - The last Chivalry made is King.

BIRTHDAY PRESENT - Person who's birthday is today is made King.

Custard pies at 20 paces? Saewynn, feeling frisky

FOX AND HOUNDS: the First Candidate to catch a Fox in a blackberry patch is King. In case of a tie, the Gentle who can best howl at the moon shall be chosen by popular acclaim.

WARLORD: "Warlords" shall raise armies and compete at a "war". Alliances, generals other than the warlord, and both fighting and non-fighting warlords shall be allowed. Fighting shall continue until only one warlord remains in charge. May the best leader win. (Sort of Ducal war on a grand scale...)

SENIOR CITIZEN - The oldest peer at the event is King.

JUNIOR CITIZEN - The youngest peer at the event is King.

WILL OF IRON: Members of Iron Chain select the Rulers.

A FOOL FOR CROWN: A competition among the Fools to be Ruler. (But what? Best juggling? Longest laugh from an audience? Worst "bit"? Best pie-throw?

WOAW IS ME PART II The Grand High Puntiff is made King (or the most senior member of the order is....heh heh heh)

HUMPTY DUMPTY Couples line up on the eric and play egg toss, i.e. throw a raw egg back and forth, gradually increasing the distance between them. A couple is eliminated if the egg breaks or is not caught.

ALL PARENT The couple with the largest number of natural and SCA children on site wins.

HOODMAN'S BLIND The eric is used for a grand game of hoodman's blind. The crown takes the bells. The first person to tag the crown wins. {Hoodman's Blind:- all players but one are blindfolded, traditionally with a detachable hood worn backwards, and set in a circle. The last player is copiously belled and placed in the center. His job is to avoid capture. Once caught he changes roles with his captor.

FIND THE BEAN: There was once a medieval way in England to choose a "christmass" king, lots of loaves of bread or cake were baked, one of which has a bean in it. Each of the candidates gets a loaf, and whomever finds the bean gets to be king (or queen). By her own lips by right of BEAN!

IN A CIRCLE: A medieval game used to choose "the king of fools" was to put all of the contestants into a circle, they would then commence kicking each other on the behind until an individual would withdraw from the game. this would go on until only two were left and they would trade of backsides until one or the other gave up. This way we would get a true BLUE (and black) Bottom on the thrown.

LOTS of FUN - A number, X, is picked randomly. The Xth person to get to the event becomes king. (simulates the choosing a leader by lots, that was done in some places). Or just dump all the site waivers in a barrel, stir well and the one that gets picked out is king/ruling queen.

LOTS WIFE - Do as above, only the person picked is Consort and gets to pick the Sovereign.

GET THE POINT: The reigning Queen throws a dart at the list board. Whoever's shield the dart lands on becomes the next King or Queen.

KING'S TABLE - Two day Tablero de Gucci tourney. Winner becomes Sovereign.

PORCELAIN CORONATION - Two day Tablero de Gucci tourney. First person to contract alcohol poisoning becomes Sovereign.

PEPE LE PEAU - Stinkiest person at the end of the event becomes Sovereign. Anyone wearing white stripes becomes Consort.

ACTUALLY, it is a SECRET DAGUCCI PLOT! You see, only the DaGuccis have the practice to win this one!

CHICKEN CROSSING WOAW'ED - The Puntiff is blindfolded, placed in a circle of WOAWs, spun, and flings his rubber chicken out of the circle. Whoever is hit by it becomes Sovereign.

CHEQUERED PAST: The person showing up at the Crown Tournament wearing the most plaid gets to be chosen Sovereign.

OF CABBAGES AND KINGS: He/she who could cook the most scrumptious meal, or he/she who could eat the most at a feast... a la South Pacific tradition.

end (or add /suggest your own!)

#choosing Kings #right of combat #SCA #tradition #khevron #runnymede #HOW TO CHOOSE A KING #lottery drawing

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inquiringquilter · 4 years

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QAL By the Sea - Block 9 Sailboat

Hi! Welcome to Block 9 of QAL By the Sea - Sailboat!

You’ll find the details of the quilt along on the QAL By the Sea page. Here’s the short version: we’re presenting the blocks for this quilt along in segments. To win a prize, make all the blocks from that segment, then upload a photo of them at the end of that segment.

This is Block 9 in the quilt along and the first block in Segment 3. There are four blocks in this segment. To enter for the Segment 3 prize, you must finish all four Segment 3 blocks and post a photo of them. Click here to view the QAL schedule and to learn more about it.

To enter for the Grand Prize at the end of the quilt along, you’ll need to make all 12 blocks in the quilt along. You don’t need to make a quilt or any other project using the blocks although we’d love for you to! At the end of the quilt along, we will provide several setting suggestions if you’d like to make a quilt. In my Segment 1 Round Up and Segment 2 Round Up posts I provided a project suggestion if you’d rather make projects with your blocks. I’ll provide a final suggestion in my Segment 3 Round Up post.

Block 9: Sailboat

This week’s block is a sailboat with lots of cute embellishments. The designer of Block 9 is Karen @ Tu-Na Quilts, Travels, and Eats. You can download the pattern there.

Here’s my version of Karen’s block.

My Tips and Tutorials for Making This Block

Here are my tips for making the block.

my Fabric Pull

I’m using Island Batiks for this quilt along because of their beauty.

I wanted my sailboat to be on a stormy sea, so I set off to find appropriate rough sea and sky fabrics. I found the rough sea fabric first, and immediately paired it with the waves I’d used in another block. I really wanted a blue grey stormy daylight sky but couldn’t find one I liked that went well with my sea fabrics so I went with a night sky.

Next, I searched for a reddish purple to tie this block into the other blocks colorwise. Finally, I selected an off-white for the sails.

Note: When pulling fabrics for the boat, look for a matching or coordinating ribbon for the flag.

Again, I’m using Island Batiks for my block. Here are the details:

Sky

#121715580 Wheat Ocean (Blue Moon collection)

Ocean

Ocean Breaks Blue (Island Waves collection) Blue (Stash Builder)

Boat

Red bamboo scrap

Mast

#111923083 Mosaic Lines Brownie (Clockworks collection)

Sails

Moo Milk (Neutrals collection)

Thread

Aurifil 50 wt. #2605 Grey

Cutting the fabrics

My first tip is to do what Karen says and to print out her labels and use them to keep your fabrics organized. There are a ton of pieces in this block and believe me, organization is key to success.

My printer was being serviced so I made my own labels.

Note: I decided to use two fabrics for my Ocean so I cut the waves 1” x 13” and the sea at 2-1/2” x 13”.

Making the Sails

Karen’s instructions are clear and if you follow them you’ll have no trouble making this block. When making the sails I have a few tips.

First, before you turn the sails right side out, clip the point to reduce the seam allowance.

To turn the sail and point out that point, use a blunt object such as a knitting needle or point turning tool.

Be sure to trim the excess seam allowance at the top of each sail to reduce the bulk in the seam when they are sewn into the block.

trimming the Flag

To trim the ribbon flag, I folded it in half and used my ruler at a 45-degree angle to cut it. Worked great! Be sure to use Fray Check to keep the ribbon end from fraying.

Basting

You’ll use a lot of basting in the construction of this block. Basting is stitching that’s used to temporarily hold something in place until it can be sewn permanently. Basting is normally removed—in this case it won’t be so there are a couple of things you need to know.

The basting you’ll use in this block is a stitch of normal length and not an elongated stitch that can be easily removed. You want to use a regular stitch so that it’s strong enough to keep the 3-D pieces in place until caught in the seam.

For this block you’ll baste within the seam allowance (at about 1/8” in this case) so that the basting stitches don’t show.

My only tip here is to be sure to stitch within that 1/4” seam allowance so your basting doesn’t show later when the seam is sewn. Again, you won’t be removing the basting stitches so this part is important.

Sewing Flip corners

This block uses a technique called Flip Corners to create the angles on the boat. With a flip corner, you draw a diagonal line, place the square on the corner of a larger piece RST, sew on the line, then flip the top piece back towards the corner, creating a right angle.

To sew flip corners correctly, take the time to carefully mark the diagonal line on the back of the flip corner squares. I use a regular pencil, a small ruler, and my sandboard to do that. A sandboard really helps to prevent the square from slipping so you can mark the diagonally correctly.

Instead of sewing right on the line you've drawn, sew just a bit to the right of it (closer to the corner) as you see here. Sewing the seam just a bit short of center makes a bit more room for the fold, so when you press the flip square back towards the corner it will fit perfectly.

With flip corners, you typically trim the seam allowance after pressing the corner back. There are two schools of thought with this. If you don't trim, then you always have the bottom fabric (which is cut to size) to help you construct the block properly. If you do trim the seam allowance, you will have a lot less bulk in the seams. And you can always trim the finished unit to size (which I highly recommend if you do trim the seam allowance).

Add the rigging

Karen suggests that you add rigging to your boat using running stitches or a chain stitch (stem stitch) and 6 strands of embroidery floss. Here’s a tutorial on how to do the stem stitch.

I chose to add twine as my rigging to match the twine I used in another block (the Flags block). To do that, I simply sewed the block. When I got to the step of top stitching the sails to create a curved edge, I tucked the twine under each sail and stitched it in place. Then I unsewed a bit of the seam where I wanted the twine to end, poked it into the hole in the seam and then stitched it closed again.

Add a Name if You Like

It’s always fun to name a boat. You can add a name using a backstitch, or by printing a name on photo fabric and sewing it to the boat.

I cut the name Island Batik from a fabric tie that’s used to tie up fat quarter collections. As an Island Batik Ambassador for several years, I have several of these. I sewed the name to the back of the boat.

How do you like SS Island Batik?

TRIM YOUR BLOCK

After you’ve added embellishments to your block, give it a good pressing then trim to it’s final size—12-1/2”. Add the button to the mast after quilting.

Thanks for the Tips! Where do I get the pattern?

Drop by Karen’s blog (the Block Designer) to download your free Boat block pattern. Hurry! The pattern is only available for free until the end of the quilt along.

Here are the other quilt along hosts. Drop by their blogs to view their versions of this block and to read their tips for making it.

Abbie @ Sparkle On Becca @ Pretty Piney Jennifer @ Inquiring Quilter (that’s me!) Laura @ Slice of Pi Quilts Sandy @ SandyStar Designs Sherry @ Powered by Quilting

How Do I Enter the Segment 3 Giveaway?

First, you must be 18 years old to enter.

Unlike previous quilt alongs, you only need to make the blocks to enter the segment giveaways. Here’s how it works: First, make all the blocks in Segment 3 (there will be four blocks—this one is the first block in Segment 3). Then post a photo of all blocks in that Segment to enter the giveaway. If you want to see the schedule for the quilt along and the list of block designers, click here.

Segment 3 entries open on November 3rd, 2020 at 8 am EST and close on November 10th, 2020 at 7:59 AM EST. To enter, you’ll post a photo of all the blocks in Segment 2 to one of the following places to enter the Segment giveaway:

One single photo of all the blocks or one photo of each block to a single Instagram post with the hashtags #QALBytheSea and #PartnersinDesign. Please indicate if this is a US or International entry.

One single photo of all the blocks or one photo of each block as a comment to the appropriate Facebook post (the US Entry post or the International Entry post) in our private Facebook group. Again, please indicate if yours is a US or International entry.

To the linky on any of the host’s blogs. In the caption of the linkup, indicate if yours if a US or International entry.

Here’s what you might win by making all the Segment 3 blocks. There will be one US and one International winner chosen.

US WINNER

A Fat Quarter bundle of Kismet by Tamarinis for Island Batik islandbatik.com

A 60” x 60” batting of Quilter’s Dream Angel. A heavenly Batting made with 100% flame retardant fabric. www.quiltersdreambatting.com/products/dream-angel

INTERNATIONAL WINNER

A one year Premium e-subscription to Online Quilt Magazine http://www.onlinequiltmagazine.com/ You will gain access to more than 50 pages of great quilting stories, hints, and tips, how-to’s and bonus patterns each and every month.

A pattern from each of these Partners in Design:

Becca @ Pretty Piney: Madras About You

Kathleen @ Kathleen McMusing: Blooming Desert