I'm trying to work on chapter 37 but I need to talk about it to write so lol

random things:

I saw this on pinterest and I can't find a source for the edit but it spoke to me like this has the perfect vibes for revolution!Pow lol

music inspo!!

recently clipping released a new song (I've missed them so much lmao I could have cried), a cover of J-Kwon's Tipsy, and I feel like it would 100% play in a club in Zaun in the fic

and idk if anyone is invested in the side ship of Gianna and Eve, but I imagine this playing when they're dancing while Ekko's being angsty in the latest heir (ap)parent chapter lmao. plus it's Rico, who is still my top choice for a Jinx voice if she were ever to be put in like a True Damage situation lol

anyway this is fun. I still gotta do some timebomb headcanons I promised a while ago and then forgot about oops lol

since comic!hobie killed the u.s. president, do u think atsv!hobie killed the queen

drawing THE flimsiest of lines between these two but idk there's something about the way they both build lies around themselves and how Hayward rewriting the conception of Paige's god parallels Faulkner telling his part of the verses. the way they both attempt to tell their stories, as twisted as they are

revolutions

* bones in my back have felt rain approaching,

registered a baby's cry,

move me away, slowly from angry bears wanting my picnic lunch.

repentance looks red from my vantage

someone's got to pay for their misdeeds.

pattering rain provides a fine backdrop

for disguising tears like the Temptations wished;

in my soul's disquiet, nonetheless forward is the future

never a rear-view, however ambered.

all to say when the autocrats

never stepping foot in troughs where real ones tread

decide who lives or dies or eats

aren't checked,

revolutions will not be televised or publicized; heaven knows. * 9/23 - lebuc - revolutions

I'm not the man you think I am / and pretty girls make graves...

I really enjoy the story analysis videos on this channel but I only recently got to watch Into the Spider-Verse (which I loved, OF COURSE, idk how anyone could not love those movies but anyway), so I haven't caught up on the videos about that. I'm watching this one now though and it makes me love Hobie even more. Also makes me want to watch the movie again.

@honorhearted from kasia

it's a stormy night with howling winds sweeping through dense wood. bitter. chilly in the way that bores into one's aching bones and elicits unrest within a soldier's camp. the horses are at unease, restless and whining as their tender's work to keep them calm lest they break free from their tethers. resources are limited enough despite calls for aid to congress, their camp does not need to lose the little they do possess. it is naught a night ripe for battle and scouts remain within their watchful stations. no troop movements have been detected within the radius of their camp, no coded missives confiscated to indicate an awareness of their forces at present. their encampment, or at least a portion of it, had taken an unscheduled detour three nights prior with washington giving little indication even to his trusted aides as to reason. he had made it clear the larger force remained upon it's path, perhaps as a distraction, while a smaller force he led detached. he's remained within his tent often hence, voices at times heard, muffled, hushed. a woman's voice, a man's, a strange feeling of unease within the air and yet no one is outwardly seen within council with the general despite what people are convinced they hear. a young soldier is seen standing guard upon the outskirts of camp, though there is little to be seen of what he is guarding as it appears a forest behind him, though oddly shaded considering the openness of the above canopies. his presence is on the generals orders, it is not to be questioned outwardly.

the moon is high within the sky when the scent of blood enters the air. there's no warning until it's too late. no war cry or clash of swords or gunfire. screams arise though. the guttural sounds of men facing a secret invasion of horrors. it begins on the far side of the small camp, confusion rampant. this was no battlefield with generals and officers commanding a charge. it was chaos. pure and simple. it was the work of vampires dressed in flashes of red. a small group sent to cause destruction, sent into the heart of the rebellion. sent toward washington directly despite the detoured path. a bold move. but not one wholly unexpected by the small group of cloaked people moving out of washington's tent with him, a council interrupted. a feminine hand is outstretched from a figure hidden by her cloak, it forces the man to stop his approach, as a voice with a strong accent emits toward the general. a confirmation that the man before them is trusted, a familiarity of the name tellmadge by the female an indication that the man before her has been discussed previously between the general and her. kasia nods unseen, and directs her attention to a different man next to her, commands him into action. flank left, another flank right. they are out of sight within the blink of an eye, an impossibility to a layman and yet reality all the same. the general tells the officer to join them as they move into the chaos.

washington was too important to the cause to be directly within this fight. the priority needs to be his protection. not engagement. even if she had taken the time and devoted resources in the form of two knights to aid in slowing down the vampire advancement. logically this directive grants them time. the more vampires taken out the less obstacles. but it also provides the additional benefit of preventing further innocent bloodshed of men who held no fathomable idea of what was transpiring around them, of what was slaughtering them for by the time the nature of the faces of death were upon them their lives were forfeit. everything happens in rapid succession from there and kasia will later admonish the strategic fumble that was the decision for washington and her group to meet separate from the larger encampment. there had been benefits at the time, yet it had left him far more exposed without a greater number of soldiers between him and their invaders.

there's running, there's bodies though the whole of the camp suddenly seems shrouded within a kind of shadowed veil, blurring the edges of human sight. they're in the center of their small camp and kasia reacts with little warning when she halts their group and drops her cloak to the ground revealing herself. her dress is a dark hunter green, long and typical yet with slits high up the sides revealing pants worn underneath. a freedom of mobility. vampires with distorted faces move toward them rapidly and find themselves thrust backward into tents and supplies by tendrils of dark force that seem to explode out of kasia as if they had been hit by cannons. two others on her side take stance around the general and tallmadge, as kasia moves with fluid motion, a dagger drawn from somewhere and thrown at a vampire directly into it's heart. it isn't wood, but the iron causes the smell of rotten flesh to leach into the air. she fights with skill and cuts down another vampire via decapitation with a broadsword. it quickly becomes a melee as the other two join the fight and prevent the humans from taking action. this was why they were there. it would do no one any benefit to have inexperienced humans entering the fray no matter how skilled they were at human combat. it happens quickly and yet somehow in slow-motion, until finally the threats are dispatched and they are left within the aftermath of surviving soldiers who have no sure idea what had transpired.

a storm. a strange dark fog. there had been a battle for sure but had anyone of them truly seen the monsters which had lurked? was it the germans with a sneak attack?

such questions of men are left outside the tent kasia, washington, and tallmadge now occupy. most men too shell-shocked and warn to do much more than rest now that the sun began to rise upon the horizon. a hazy and thick fog engulfs the encampment, hiding the true level of carnage until it could be dealt with. now is the time for questions, for shock to give way to inquiry. with washington proclaiming for the other man to trust her. to listen. to put aside what he believes he knows to understand the truth that was going to be presented to him. the general leaves them to it, perhaps figuring his word is enough to broker a beginning of dialogue. perhaps it is though kasia is ill at ease as she watches the man before her, keeping a distance. she's bore witness to men's worlds being turned upside down before. to the moment they discover the truth hidden behind the veil and she has little to go off of to know which path this man's mind with take him to find reason within the chaos. she only knows that the general trusts him enough to be privy to the order's involvement in the war effort. if only he had had the opportunity to have a less brutal introduction. she rather hopes, in the least, he does not try to kill her outright for that would be rather counterproductive for the both of them.

"my name is katarzyna and i am a knight of the order of soteria." it seemed as good a place to begin as any even if it seemed wholly unsuitable considering all the man had bore witness from her shortly before. yet she knew this would require some form of delicacy of which her brother would have been more suited to. she needed to allow this man's mind to catch up with what he's witnessed. she needs to allow him to lead with his questions and gauge how to proceed from there.

the pale and it’s meta shit be like:

@444fm - elliot gets a starter bc wtf i've wanted you to play him forever !

the summer starts as innocuous as it always does. and maybe it's like, kind of assuring that she isn't kicking it off with an OVERDOSE FOLLOWED BY REHAB, because summertime boredom makes a monster out of a girl like her. and maybe it's good that she hasn't gotten her hands on any drugs because what the fuck is she supposed to do? resist it? rue hasn't the will, the reason, the hope for it. because while she knew the whole point of change was like, to be better, to try harder, to be someone who could like, rise above shitty situations, sometimes...

she fucking REALLY DID NOT WANT TO BE that kind of person.

maybe that's why the phone, fumbling within her shaking hands. the summer was considered by most a new lease on freedom, but the open ended hours, the yawning emptiness of its days and the magical quality of its nights, these were the things that made her want to use more than anything else. and lexi's like, off at some creative camp for the summer, and cassie and rue still aren't speaking, and maddy's going to check out colleges for next year now that she's graduating, and kat's like... probably BLOWING SOME DUDE in the parking lot of a CVS or something. she knows she shouldn't. but there she goes, making bad decisions all over again.

that's why them, the park. a place she picks because she can't stand the idea of looking at him directly, when she knows that things are different and he's using and she doesn't know if she wants to yet, but it's like, hard to actually say that shit. "i just missed you," she tells him through the receiver, a SIGHED ADMISSION. he'd been like. her favourite person for a night, for a season. an eternity by high school standards, and she doesn't know how else to twist that shit poetic, but that was how it fucking felt. so rue waits, her hands on chain link swings, knowing he'd come. elliot always did. and maybe that's what she's hoping for, a sliver of something that felt safe when she felt fucking dangerously not so.

- @444fm

i made a thing

the fic

form of expression

the master and margarita book that made me open thirty thousand wikipedia articles about christian scripture and had a cat with a gun and was one of the best commentaries on art i've ever read so what more can i ask for really

Watch this, just, spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse. Please.

their handwriting what if i screamed

Oh, I will ruin you.

John Bolton (Benjamin Tallmadge or 721) x Clara: @curseconsumed.