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Influenced by @white-cat-of-doom, and his Cats dream cast (please check it out), I have made my own.

This is going to be a tough one to figure out, but here is my Cats dream team, as of today.

I wish to see more productions to be better informed in my choices, so I need to get on some bootlegs I guess! (Some choices are actually going to be based off of assumptions of how the actors portray them).

I already know a bunch of my choices are going to be from the Broadway Revival (because I really like that production), and almost all are going to be from newer productions because I am way more familiar with them.

In alphabetical order:

Admetus / Macavity: Thomas Inge (Asia Tour 2017/2020 and UK International Tour 2018/9)

I quite like the Macavity redesign for Vienna 2019 and Asia 2020, so he gets the nod just for this. Otherwise, he is an established Admetus and seems to have fun with it.

Alonzo / Rumpus Cat: Fletcher Dobinson (Asia Tour 2020)

I have never seen him perform as Alonzo, but he has this energy about him I cannot really describe. From short videos I have seen, he seems to have a 'snarky' side, and just has a hell of a time flirting about with everyone during curtain calls. He has the moves.

Bill Bailey / Tumblebrutus: Kolton Krouse (Broadway Revival 2016 / Cats 2019)

They can fly with the best of them. Their flip in with the ball during the end of the Old Gumbie Cat is a cool addition. No strong feelings for this character though.

Bombalurina: Rosemarie Ford (Cats 1998)

If anyone exemplifies what it means to be Bombalurina, I think Rosemarie wins. The duality of caring attitude and scornful nature, combined with her moves and her voice all make her a top pick. Also, slightly older Bombas I feel are better?

Honourable mentions: Christine Cornish Smith (Broadway Revival 2016) for sure, Suzie Melloy (Asia 2017/2020), and Tanya Valenzuela (Mexico 2018).

Carbucketty / Pouncival: Joel Morris (South Africa 2008 / UK Tour 2013 / Palladium 2014 / International Tour 2016)

He does a relatively good job being juvenile, but not annoying in his role. Him screwing around during Tugger's song, Moments Of Happiness, and Skimbleshanks is actually endearing to a point. No strong feelings for this character though.

Cassandra: Mariah Reives (US Tour 6)

Another pick I have never seen during performances, but she looks like a good Cassandra. She is really pretty and appropriately tall, so ¯\_( ツ)_/¯. Bonus points for her lighting up during Misto's song.

Honourable mentions: Jessica Buckby (2013 UK Tour), Danielle Cato (International Tour 2019), and Emily Pynenberg (2016 Broadway Revival)

Coricopat: Corey John Snide (2016 Broadway Revival)

He pairs up very well with my top Tantomile pick, and cannot realistically be separated. This legend was also a dance captain, involved with Cats 2019, and did a split track cover of Coricopat and Jennyanydots during his run.

Demeter: Zizi Strallen (London Revival / Palladium 2014)

Real talk, I love her as Tantomile in Cats 2019, and her singing voice is beautiful and distinct. Her as Demeter is a good bet, and she gives off a happy vibe during less serious points of the show. That happiness she puts in 2019 Tanto is what she did with 2014 Demeter.

Honourable mention: Lisette Pagler (Gothenburg 2006 / Stockholm 2009). The OG grey Demeter. She is absolutely beautiful, and her non-rep portrayal design is neat. She is also an actual singer in Sweden, so her voice is top notch. I really like her as Demeter. Also, Ella Nonini (International Tour / Asia 2020).

Electra: Leah Sue Morland (Cats 1998) or Lili Froehlich (2016 Broadway Revival)

I cannot reasonably pick one over the other, I have disproportionately strong feelings for both. Lili made me fall in love with Electra as a character (and I mean, look who my icon is!), and Leah cemented it before and after me seeing the Broadway Revival. They both make a modest ensemble cat seem so much more important. One of my favourite Cats across any production.

Etcetera: Jo Bingham (Cats 1998)

Boundless energy and happiness rolled into one bouncy cat. No one had a better time during Cats 1998, and for a cat that does not appear in many production afterwards, Jo just said f*ck it and did whatever seemingly came to mind to forge a legacy. Biting Coricopat’s ass remains a landmark moment in cinema. One of my favourite cats in the film without a doubt.

George: Frank Thompson (Cats 1998)

He is sort of always there, enjoying himself. If I would cut a cast member, George would be it. Sorry George.

Gus / Bustopher Jones / Growltiger: Rory Campbell (UK Tour / Zurich / London)

Dignified Busto. A good Gus that does not play off too much about being old and decrepit. If done properly, Growltiger (for the sake of Griddlebone) should make a return to more productions. Remove the total racism and the open misogyny inherent to many portrayals of Growltiger, and make it strictly about the lovers.

Grizabella: Jennifer Hudson (for real) (Cats 2019)

I know this one will ruffle feathers, but her sad sap performance is quite unrivaled in Cats. She brought the gloom and the dejection of being casted out to life. Her singing Memory is powerful as all hell, and filled with emotion. She wins the screaming match.

Jellylorum / Griddlebone: Freya Rowley (Cats 2019)

At this point you are probably thinking, ‘my lord, what the hell is this person on about?’. Freya does not sing in the movie, and is just a background cat, but my god is she the best cat there! During her time with actual stage productions, she was a principle Tantomile, and covered Demeter, Jelly, Jenny, and Cassandra as swing. I know she can sing (even though I have never heard it), and I want to hear / see her as the most novel Griddlebone around. Big orange energy - get with it.

Honourable mention: Sarah Jean Ford (2016 Broadway Revival)

Jemima: Veerle Casteleyn (Cats 1998 / London / Dutch Tour)

The most vanilla choice, but she was the face of Jemima / Sillabub and the Cats ‘franchise’ when the 98 film first came out, and rocketed her character to great importance and notoriety. They used her for promo shots after the movie came out realizing how popular her character had become. Veerle is the innocence of youth personified. By the way, I am taking her without the overdub.

Honourable mention: Arianna Rosario (2016 Broadway Revival / US Tour 6) and Dawn Williams (UK Tour 2013)

Jennyanydots: Eloise Kropp (2016 Broadway Revival)

A younger Jenny still as wild as any other. Her greater involvement during the show is also cool to see. The changes they made to the Broadway Revival may irk some, but the Gumbie Cat scene with the choreography change is my favourite I have seen so far. Eloise does a really good job, and has a chaotic energy that draws me to her.

Mistoffelees: Laurie Davidson (Cats 2019)

On my pursuit of pissing off the purists, here is another controversial choice. He provides a character development that I think would work out well on stage. Imagine it for a second, with Tugger or Munk hyping him up. No Mistoria though.

Honourable mention: Joseph Poulton (UK Tour 2013 / Palladium 2014)

Munkustrap: Jack Rebaldi (London / Madrid / Paris / Dusseldorf / German Tours)

The man is a serious Munk, who is versatile with his portrayals. He gets so into playing the character, and seems to be having a great time doing it. Plus, how the hell can someone do Munk in English, Spanish, French, and German in the course of three years? Madness.

Honourable mentions: Robbie Fairchild (Cats 2019) and friend-shaped Michael Gruber (Broadway / Cats 1998)

Mungojerrie: Drew Varley (Australia 1993 / London / Cats 1998)

One half of the chaotic duo present in Cats 1998, with an oustanding level of dumbassery and foolishness that encompasses Jerrie. He encapsulates that attitude very well, and pairs perfectly with my top Rumpleteazer.

Honourable mention: Dante Hernandez (Mexico 2013 / 2018)

Old Deuteronomy: Nicholas Pound (London / UK Tours / Palladium 2014 / International Tour)

A bit of a different choice, considering most people would likely pick Ken Page (and for good reason). Mr. Pound has a great voice, and welcoming vibe. Behind the scenes, he is a chaotic Old D. Plus, his name is Dick Pound.

Rum Tum Tugger: John Partridge (UK Tour / London / Cats 1998 / Berlin / Dusseldorf)

Velvety smooth voice, swagger coming out the hip thrust, and a playfulness suitable for the rockstar cat. No contest with this choice. He also does not play of RTT as being childish or over the top (*cough 2016 Broadway Revival / US Tour 6*), which is appreciated. Sorry Tyler Hanes, your vlogs were delightful, but your Tugger was a bit too much.

Rumpleteazer: Jo Gibb (London / Cats 1998)

Jo Gibb is the reason I became super obsessed with Cats, and probably why my favourite character is Rumple. Having initially seen the 2019 movie before the 1998 film, seeing her smiling face and adorable portrayal made me sort of fall in love with her. She is a perfectly mischievous Rumple, and I feel is the benchmark for most others. Her engagements with other characters is awesome, and she is just the ideal actor. Also, Cockney accent Rumple is best Rumple I do not make the rules.

Honourable mentions: Every other Teazer. All of them. There is no bad one. They all have my heart.

Skimbleshanks: Steven McCrae (Cats 2019)

Big daddy Skimble, with the red pants and the moustache. Tap dancing and ballet powerhouse. WOO WOO. Enough said.

Tantomile: Emily Tate (2016 Broadway Revival)

Given all Tantos do not really have an opportunity to set themselves apart because they are more of an ensemble Cat, I liked Emily from the beginning I saw her, and I think she is really cute. Her, paired with CJS, make a pretty ideal Cori and Tanto. Maybe I am swayed by the amount of lifts and spins they do together during the show? They have a beautiful synchronization and grace with their movements. 

Weaponize your Tantomiles, helicopter her above your Coricopats and take over. Kill Macavity. Become the Everlasting Cat.

Honourable mention: Kaye Brown (London / UK Tour / Cats 1998), Melody Rose (US Tour 6), Helen Gulston (RCCL Cruise). Realistically, all Tantos are good. I like Tantomile.

Victoria: Georgina Pazcogiun (2016 Broadway Revival)

A prominent soloist with the New York ballet, renowned for her distinctive style, and you can appreciate that if you watched a 2016 bootleg show. She has also pushed out against ballet norms by being "The Rogue Ballerina" as a means of embracing the qualities that make her unique as a dancer, such as her 'bigger' (in terms of ballet) body type. Her unique style as Victoria makes her my choice. Plus, she be sneaky.

Honourable mentions: Hannah Kenna Thomas (UK Tour 2013 / Palladium 2014 / International Tour / Vienna Revival), Tyler Lotzof (Asia Tour 2020), Alicia Beck (UK Tour 2013), Phyllida Crowley Smith (London / Cats 1998). Realistically, all Vics are good.

Any way, there is my shitshow of a production.

First of all, we’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who applied or expressed interest to Holocene. We’ve had some really hard decisions to make over the last nine hours (!!! nine, that’s how much we loved these apps) and we really encourage anyone who didn’t get accepted this time to message us if you would like any feedback! We honestly liked something about every app, and we’re so grateful you thought we were worth your time and creative energy because it was our genuine pleasure to read all of your apps.

We’re so sorry about the wait —- we totally didn’t realise it would take this long, but some of these apps were super detailed and we wanted to be as thorough as possible with our decisions. We want to take this opportunity as well to remind you of our recent decision regarding tomorrow’s acceptance for reserves: as it may be our last open acceptances and applications before the group closes, given how many wonderful members we’ve accepted today, we’ve decided that anyone can apply at tomorrow’s applications, whether or not there was a reserve. We’re closing the submit two hours later than initially advertised as well, to try give a little more time, so the submit will be closing for the final time at 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 1AM GMT on Sunday, 16th September. This means that if you didn’t get accepted today, you can apply again tomorrow —- and we really want to reiterate that we encourage you asking us about your apps, because there are some things we loved about all of them, and we have feedback as well which may help. You’re all such wonderful writers, and it was truly such a difficult last nine hours.

And to those who are accepted, congratulations! We can’t wait to roleplay with all of you. I’ll be around for the next few hours as I finally switch gears to my assignments, so I’ll be around for receiving blogs and sending out OOC discord links. If you were accepted and have any questions, please don’t hesitate to send them in, and either I’ll get back to you or Admin Sarah when she wakes up from some well-deserved rest! 

Note: a reminder that Hugo Weasley is under reserve, so his current app will be considered at tomorrow’s acceptances.

Congratulations, DRIZZLE, you have been accepted for ALBUS POTTER with the face claim of ALFIE ENOCH! (Please note that Albus is adopted.) We are so excited to get an Albus here at Holocene, and we absolutely love him! I cannot wait to see him cracking jokes about being a keeper whilst simultaneously being the most stressed by all of the nonsense shenanigans his family members get up to. I also think he’ll be an excellent addition to the Sixth Year Slytherins, and I can’t wait to see how he interacts with his cohort as well as the rest of the students in general. Sarah and I absolutely loved and agreed with the reasoning behind his positions and we can’t wait to see his powerpoints hit the dash! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Your requests for ALBUS to be involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP and a SLYTHERIN KEEPER and PREFECT have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, MEGAN, you have been accepted for AMIRA SHACKLEBOLTwith the face claim of KIANA LEDE! I loved everything about this application – reading your headcanons about her family was particularly interesting. It was lovely to see how caring and dedicated Kingsley and Mariah are as parents, and it broke my heart when I read about how Kingsley and Amira have drifted apart over the years even though it was understandable. Jane and I were talking about how much we loved that she’s so open about her sexuality and that her family loves her all the same – it’s absolutely not their job to be a model family for sure, but still, it was such a great take. Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Your request for AMIRA to be involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP PROGRAM has been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs. (Amira will be filling Iris Parkinson’s friends with benefits wanted connection.)

Congratulations, CARA, you have been accepted for ARIES ZHENG with the face claim of LIN YANJUN! Ahhhh, we absolutely loved your headcanons, and we’re so excited to see Aries gracing our dash. We’re both so excited that you applied for the sixth year squad connection —- a personal favourite part of your application for me was your family headcanon, and seeing both that sense of family and the ways in which the sixth year squad help him with these important moments in his life, be it coming out or applying for summer programs. Aries is just such a lovely character, and even if he is Too Much for some of his peers, he’s absolutely Just Right for us. We can’t wait to see his creative self gracing our dash! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Your requests for ARIES to be the INTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH LEAGUE KEEPER and RAVENCLAW KEEPER have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs. (Aries will be filling Mia’s sixth year squad wanted connection, but this connection is still open for more characters.)

Congratulations, MEL, you have been accepted for ASTRID DELACOUR-DUBOIS with the face claim of KRISTINE FROSETH! Reading about her parents’ divorce was absolutely heartwrenching, but it gave such wonderful insight on what her family and home life was like. We really loved your second headcanon about her perfectionism and anxiety as well, and as Jane said, it was such a nice twist on natural brilliance. And god, not only do I love Astrid, I adore her mother Gabrielle! It’s always wonderful to see parents who accept their children’s sexuality without question. I just can’t wait to see Astrid on the dash! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Your requests for ASTRID to be a prefect and involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP PROGRAM have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, EM, you have been accepted for CLEO BUNNAG with the face claim of LYDIA GRAHAM! I can’t help but feel as though I have a personal connection with Cleo – as someone who is half Thai, it was really lovely to read about a character with the same ethnicity as me since I so rarely see that in the RPC. But beyond that, she was just such a well-developed and fleshed-out character. I love how she’s just so purely Slytherin and how clearly that’s shown in her protectiveness and loyalty towards her friends. And god, when you described her as a lesbian icon, I was hollering. We’re definitely here for it. And your extras were wonderful as well! I can’t wait to see Cleo on the dash! Your requests for CLEO to be a SLYTHERIN SEEKER and involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP PROGRAM have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs. (Cleo will be filling Lily’s girl gang wanted connection, but this connection is still open for more characters.)

Congratulations, JO, you have been accepted for DYLAN WILALAI with the face claim of LALISA MANOBAN! Jo, Dylan absolutely broke our hearts. She’s so gorgeous and well-crafted, and we love how much her resilience shone through your app, even as we hate why she’s had to be so resilient throughout her young life. It’s so interesting having a figure skating community here at Hogwarts and in the wizarding world in general, and it was so interesting to read about her life. Sarah and I were devastated reading about how her mother treated her and her werewolf attack —- we’re so glad her friends have been able to help her in so many ways, and we can’t wait to see how she continues to develop! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs. (Dylan will be filling Lucy’s best friend wanted connection; she is also filling Lily’s girl gang wanted connection, but this connection is still open for more characters.)

Congratulations, ARI, you have been accepted for ELIZABETH ‘LILIBET’ MOODY with the face claim of LAURA BERLIN! I really enjoyed hearing the backstory behind her family and their home, I thought it was so creative and interesting. And I loved the headcanon about how she quietly protects the other children from Order families – I think it’ll be really lovely to see a more reserved character in that group too. It was great how you incorporated the technology aspect of our roleplay into our application, and I’m definitely really excited to hear more about her thoughts regarding muggle technology and her inventions! I can’t wait to see her on the dash! Your request for LILIBET to be involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP PROGRAM has been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, S, you have been accepted for FOALAN THURKELL with the face claim of ALIA SHAWKAT! Jane and I really loved the idea of a squib caretaker apprentice, so we’re so happy you decided to apply! Your application was wonderfully succinct, telling us so much in a short and concise way. The detail about how her grandfather was turned into a hedgehog just for being a squib definitely sounds like something wizards would unfortunately do. And I really liked Foalan’s spunk and tenacity. It’ll be so interesting to see her taking some classes at Hogwarts as well. I’m really excited to see more of her! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, MAR, you have been accepted for JOSEPHINE ‘JOSIE’ WASHINGTON with the face claim of KIERSEY CLEMONS! Jane and I really loved hearing about her family in the first headcanon – we felt like it really set the stage for the rest of the application. And god, it just broke my heart to see Josie search so hard for a cure for her father’s illness but just wasn’t able to find one. It makes a lot of sense as magic has its limitations, but wow, I feel so much for Josie. It was really so interesting to read about how much his death changed her, and I can’t wait to see how she develops throughout the course of the roleplay. Your request for JOSIE to be a GRYFFINDOR BEATER has been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, CARA, you have been accepted for JUNE GREENGRASSwith the face claim of LANA CONDOR! (Please note that June is adopted.) Wow, I cannot tell you how much I love Daphne and her reasoning on adopting June. Jane and I really loved how much June felt like a teenage girl, who feels and loves so easily and deeply, who can be selfish at times, who has so much life and vitality to her. Like Jane said, she’s a character who just feels so fifteen– but in a good way; let teenage girls be teenage girls! I’m so excited to have her here! I think she’ll make a great addition to the girl squad and the entire roleplay as a whole. Your requests for JUNE to be a GRYFFINDOR PREFECT and involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP PROGRAMhave been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs. (June will be filling Lily’s girl gang wanted connection, but this connection is still open for more characters.)

Congratulations, MARK, you have been accepted for LOUIS WEASLEY with the face claim of MILES HEIZER! Straight up, as soon as I read that he was a weird combination of Percy and Ron, I started laughing and fell in love. Sarah pointed out how new and refreshing it felt to have a Weasley described as a mix of those two specifically, and I absolutely agree. I cheered at Ginny being his favourite aunt because, honestly, what an icon? Excellent taste. It was so good seeing his relationship with Fleur —- it’s always so wonderful to see parents being loving, accepting and supportive of their children. We’re so excited to see where Louis goes next, and to see him hanging out with his relatives —- especially Al, with their similarities and yet how they manifest in completely different ways and houses! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Your requests for LOUIS to be involved with the SHACKLEBOLT INTERNSHIP and a GRYFFINDOR KEEPER and PREFECT have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, MAR, you have been accepted for LYSANDER SCAMANDER with the face claim of BOOBOO STEWART! The very first thing Sarah and I said about their app was how much we loved the depiction of Luna and Rolf: it just rang so true, and we could absolutely see how Lysander developed the way they did from their upbringing, which we loved. I especially loved the idea about them working at a vintage shop in Diagon Alley over the summer, and I think they’ll be an excellent addition to the current group of Hufflepuff Seventh Years! Also, that Herbology headcanon, with plants arounf their bed? We stan. Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, BECCA, you have been accepted for MATEO ‘TATE’ BECKETT with the face claim of TYLER POSEY! We are so excited about all of the potential of figure skaters in the wizarding world and we’re really interested to see where Tate goes next. I have to say, I already ship Javier and Madeleine so hard, and we loved seeing his personality filtered through the traits he’s inherited from his parents because of the insight it gave us into how he feels about who he is vs who he wants to be. Reading about his journey with Clara was so impactful and we also adored how much he feels, and how deeply, especially in a male muse. Also, your reassurance at the end made us laugh! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, DANIELLE, you have been accepted for NOELLE ‘NOAH’ WOOD with the face claim of SOPHIE COOKSON! Ahhhh, a Wood! Unlike Noah’s somewhat (completely understandable) fraught relationship with him, we love Oliver and we’re so excited to have one of his kids on the dash, especially with the potential for her half-siblings. Also, seeing as Sarah and I both play werewolves, we’re so excited to see so many werewolves around —- while her experience with her lycanthropy is complicated, we’re really excited to see how she fits in with the others and whether a pack is viable! Also, I absolutely love your face claim choice and her interest in surfing, especially as we have another surfer here! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, DRIZZLE, you have been accepted for PENELOPE ‘PENNY’ PUDDIFOOT with the face claim of WILLA HOLLAND! Cheerleader Penny! We’re both super pumped to have a character who’s so excited about cheerleading and to have it get the respect it deserves at Hogwarts, both in terms of participation and recognition. We love the closeness of the sprawling Puddifoot family —- we’re a huge fan of family dynamics here, and what you’ve described for Penny’s whole family just sounds like it’s overflowing with love and laughter, and we can absolutely see how Penny would come to be the big-hearted girl she is from that! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Your requests for PENNY to be the FLYER and CO-CAPTAIN of the HUFFLEPUFF and HOGWARTS CHEERLEADING TEAMS have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, JINX, you have been accepted for ROSE WEASLEY with the face claim of MEDALION RAHIMI! (Please note that Rose is adopted.) Wow, Jinx. Rose sure is something, and we love her. She’s so very much herself, and as intangible and vague as that sounds, I mean that in the best possible way, because I have such a clear idea of her from that app. Her absolute dedication to her family and her unshakeable loyalty — her love of humour and tendency towards self-deprecation — her loudness and bluntness and tendency to take some comments so hard to heart — they all make up such a wonderful, interesting girl, and we can’t wait to see her on the dash! Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Congratulations, EMILY, you have been accepted for SCARLET ‘SCAR’ GREYBACK with the face claim of REINA HARDESTY! (Please note that Scar is adopted.) God, this application murdered me. And then it revived me. I’m just so love with Scar, how she’s proud to be a werewolf and is so unapologetic about who she is and where she’s come from. She’s such a wonderfully crafted character, and I could really tell how much thought you put into her. It definitely shows. I loved the bit of world-building you did in your application about alphas, betas, and omegas, and I’m so excited to discuss and hear more about your thoughts on werewolf dynamics. As Roxanne’s mun, the part about Scar biting Roxanne and then making the decision to turn in Fenrir really gutted me. I can’t wait to see her on the dash! Your requests for SCAR to be a GRYFFINDOR SEEKER and a SEEKER FOR THE INTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH JUNIOR LEAGUE have been accepted. Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs. (Scar will be filling Roxanne’s werewolf connection.)

Congratulations, EM, you have been accepted for TEDDY LUPIN with the face claim of AVAN JOGIA! (Please note that Nymphadora Tonks was adopted.) Oh, man, did this one hit us in the heart. Sarah and I are so happy you decided to apply for Teddy in the end because we’re absolutely in love with him! I loved the personality headcanon so much —- his childhood section and his dropping out for a year because of what happened to Andromeda were so compelling and heartbreaking as well, but seeing why he was a Slytherin and how affected he is by his parents’ reputations and passing was so moving. Way to just club us in the heart with your gorgeous writing and character. Welcome to HOLOCENE, we’re so excited to have you here! Please send in your account to the main by twenty-four hours or send us a message if you need more time. Make sure that your theme is accessible and that your characters’ name, house, gender, year, and pronouns are stated somewhere in the description. Remember that your second character can be on a sideblog if you’d like, but we do not allow MUMU blogs.

Hello, Moto

Nnedi Okorafor (2011)

“African women in general need to know that it’s OK for them to be the way they are – to see the way they are as a strength, and to be liberated from fear and from silence.”

—Wangari Maathai, Kenyan environmental activist and Nobel Laureate

This is a tale you will only hear once. Then it will be gone in a flash of green light. Maybe all will be well after that. Maybe the story has a happy ending. Maybe there is nothing but darkness when the story ends.

We were three women. Three friends. We had goals, hopes and dreams. We had careers. Two of us had boyfriends. We owned houses. We all had love. Then I made these… wigs. I gave them to my two friends. The three of us put them on. The wigs were supposed to make things better. But something went wrong. Like the nation we were trying to improve, we became backward. Instead of giving, we took.

Walk with me. This is the story of How the Smart Woman Tried to Right Her Great Wrong.

Dawn

With the wig finally off, Coco and Philo felt more distant to me. Thank God.

Even so, because it was sitting beside me, I could still see them. Clearly. In my head. Don’t ever mix juju with technology. There is witchcraft in science and a science to witchcraft. Both will conspire against you eventually. I realized that now. I had to work fast.

It was just after dawn. The sky was heating up. I’d sneaked out of the compound while my boyfriend still slept. Even the house girl who always woke up early was not up yet. I hid behind the hedge of colorful pink and yellow lilies in the front. I needed to be around vibrant natural life, I needed to smell its scent. The flowers’ shape reminded me of what my real hair would look like if the wig hadn’t burned it off.

I opened my laptop and set it in the dirt. I put my wig beside it. It was jet black, shiny, the “hairs” straight and long like a mermaid’s. The hair on my head was less than a millimeter long; shorter than a man’s and far more damaged. For a moment, as I looked at my wig, it flickered its electric blue. I could hear it whispering to me. It wanted me to put it back on. I ran my hand over my sore head. Then I quickly tore my eyes from the wig and plugged in the flash drive. As I waited, I brought out a small sack and reached in. I sprinkled cowry shells, alligator pepper and blue beads around the machine for protection. I wasn’t taking chances.

I sat down, placed my fingers on the keyboard, shut my eyes and prayed to the God I didn’t believe in. After all that had happened, who would believe in God? Philo had been in Jos when the riots happened. I knew it was her and her wig. A technology I had created. Neurotransmitters, mobile phones, incantation, and hypnosis- even I knew my creation was genius. But all it sparked in the North was death and mayhem. During the riots there, some men had even burned a woman and her baby to death. A woman andherbaby!

I didn’t want to think of what Philo gained after causing it all. She never said a word to me about it. However, soon after, she went on a three-day shopping spree in Paris. We could leave Nigeria, but never for more than a few days.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I meant well.” I opened my eyes and looked at my screen. The background was a plain blue. The screen was blank except for a single folder. I highlighted the folder and pressed “delete.”

I paused, my hands shaking and my heart pounding in my chest.

“If this doesn’t work, they will kill me,” I whispered. Then I considered what they’d do if I didn’t finish. So many others would die and Nigeria would be in further chaos, for sure. I continued typing. I was creating a computer virus. I would send it out in a few hours. When they’d both be busy. Then all hell would break loose…for me, just me. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

My name is Rain and if I didn’t get this right, the corruption already rife in this country would be nothing compared to what was to come. And it would all be my fault.

The Market

I am beast. I am lovely. I am in control. I was born beautiful.

All this Philo thought as she walked through the fruit and vegetable section of the open-air market. Around her, women slaved away. They sat behind tables and in booths selling tomatoes, peppers, plantain, egusi seeds, greens, yams. All those things that they’d have to cook at home for their families after a long day. Philo didn’t live that life. She’d chosen better. She was above all of them.

Philo was tall and voluptuous, as she sashayed past women and men in her pricey high heels and brown designer dress that clung to her every inch. Her foundation make-up made her skin look like chocolate porcelain. Her eyelids sparkled with purple eye-shadow. Her lips glistened bright sensual pink. Perfect. Sexy. Hot. And her wig was awful. A washed-out black with auburn frosted tips, it looked as if it were made of colored straw and sat on her head like it knew it did not belong there.

“Here,” a woman said, running up to Philo and handing her a roll of naira. “Take. You will make better use of it than me.” The woman paused and frowned, obviously confused by her own actions and words.

“Thank you,” Philo said, with a chuckle. She grabbed the money with her long nailed painted fingers and stared into the woman’s eyes. Philo felt her wig heat up and then a dull ache in the back of her head. Then she felt it behind her eyes, which turned from deep brown to glowing green. Philo sighed as the laser shot from her eyes into the woman’s eyes. The woman slumped, looking sadly at her feet. It always felt so good to take from people, not just their money but their very essence. Philo quickly moved on leaving the tired sad-looking woman behind.

She passed a group of young men. They stared and she stared back, zapping and taking. Their ravenous looks grew blank. Philo smirked knowingly. She felt amazing. She strolled into a booth where a man sold hundreds of Nollywood movie DVDs. She glanced over the array of colorful dramatic covers where women and men scowled, wept, grinned, pointed, accused, laughed. “I’ll take this one,” she said, picking a DVD at random. She’d watch it. She’d enjoy it. She loved Nollywood. These days, she enjoyed everything. The world was hers. Soon it would be, at least.

She tucked the DVD into her purse and left the booth without paying. No one stopped her. As she stepped into the sunshine, she turned, absolutely loving herself. She knew everyone was looking at her, just as she knew she was sucking the life from them as they stared. Her wig’s heat increased and her brown eyes glinted a bright green as she smiled at any man who caught her eye. By the time she left this market, she’d be weighed down with naira given and life juices taken. Market by Market. It was like this every day.

Her cell phone went off. A male voice happily drawled, “Hellllo Moto,” then upbeat music began to play. Everything about Philo rattled as she stopped and lifted her purse- the jangling bangles on her arms, her jingling earrings, and her three gold chain necklaces. She was clicks and clacks, shines and sparkles.

“Oh where is it,” she said, digging in her purse, mindful of her long nails. “Where, where where.” She pushed aside her lipstick, her unnecessary wallet, tissues, compact case, a pack of gum, wads and rolls of naira. Her cell phone continued going off. She laughed. She already knew who it was. Rain, the weakest link in the chain. She could tell by the ring tone. However, she could also tell by more than that. In her mind’s eye, Philo could see Rain standing outside her compound, next to some flowers, holding her cell phone to her ear, waiting. Philo found her phone, flipped it open and held it to her ear. It clicked against her long gold earring.

“What?” she said, grinning with all her teeth. She heard nothing. “Rain, I know it’s you. Say someth…”

She felt it before she saw it. A coolness that contrasted horribly with the heat of her wig. She frowned as the phone made an odd beeping sound. She held it before her just as the phone glinted a deep green similar to the one her eyes flashed when she sucked psychic energy from those around her. Her phone buzzed, an electrical current zipping across it before disappearing. Green smoke began to dribble from it.

“Chey!” Philo exclaimed staring at it. If she were smart, she’d have dropped it. But Philo was never really that intelligent. Just greedy. Rain didn’t know that before but she knew that now. A text message appeared on the screen but Philo could make no sense of it. It was a series on nonsensical symbols, rubbish. She dropped the phone, pressing a hand to her wig. “That bitch,” she snarled, looking around with wide enraged eyes. “How dare she even try.” In the sunshine, her canines almost looked pointed.

Right then and there, Philo disappeared in a flash of green.

His House

Coco had just lit a cigarette. She leaned back on the plush white leather couch and crossed her legs. She held her glass of champagne up to the photo of her husband on the wall. He was out. He was always out. Working. For her. She laughed, scratching under her itchy wig with her long-nailed index finger. Scritch scritch. It was spiky, dark red and short and no one in his or her right mind would wear it. She got up and looked at her reflection in the glass that protected her husband’s photo. Her skinny jeans and t-shirt fit wonderfully snug. Her face was flawless. And her hair was power.

“Mwah,” she said, blowing herself a kiss.

She ambled into the living room where two fans were blasting. She stood very still between them, her wig’s “hairs” blowing about her face. It felt secure, despite the blowing air. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. Behind her eyelids, she could see. Then she began to draw it in from…

The busy street. People sitting in bustling bush taxies and perched atop hundreds of okada motorbikes. Market women walking alongside the road. The mish-mash of old and modern buildings of Lagos. Disabled beggars in the road. Boys playing soccer on a field.

When she opened her eyes, they glowed a deep green and the wig glinted an electric blue. The blowing fans made the heat from her wig more bearable. Her cell phone went off and she nearly jumped. “Hellllo, Moto,” it said as it played its dance music.

“Ah ah, what now?” she muttered. But she was smiling. The wig. It always left her feeling so good. Minus the heat, which left the actual wig feeling like a burning helmet. She ran to her cell phone on the couch. It was Rain. What did she want now? In her mind, the wig showed Rain standing outside her compound looking worried. The woman always looked so worried; she should have been at the top of the world.

Coco held the phone to her ear as she brought out some lipstick. “Hello?” she said, smearing on a fresh coat. She grinned, sure of what she’d hear. She frowned. “Hello? Rain, what is it? Speak up.”

But she heard nothing. She held the phone to her face when it suddenly became like a chunk of ice in her hand. “Iiieeey!” she exclaimed, throwing it on the couch. As she stared at it, appalled, the cell phone began to dribble green smoke. A text box opened on its screen. Coco squinted trying to read it. It looked like rubbish. But, like Philo, Coco understood what was happening.

“Oh,” Coco said, out of breath. “You want to play now, eh? Ok.” She threw her lipstick on the leather seat, the lid still off. It left a smear on the pillow. “Someone will die today, o. And it will not be me.”

She disappeared.

*

I have made my choice. That’s why I am still here, standing in these lilies. I run my hand over my shaved head. Waiting. The sun shines bright and happy in the sky, unaware of what’s about to happen to me. Unaware of what I have done and will soon suffer the consequences for. Unconcerned.

Philo appears. She is standing on the lilies, mere feet away from me.

“What is wrong with you?” she shouts. She looks beautiful and ghastly in her tight brown dress that probably cost more naira than a market woman makes in two years.

“I’m…” Fear pumps through my veins like adrenaline and blood.

“Why is your wig off, eh? You look horrible.” Her wig flashes as the digital virus tries to cripple it. Notice I say “tries”.

“I took it off,” I snap. “This is wrong, o! This is wrong! Wake up!”

Philo chuckles. “And what is wrong about it? We have everything we want.”

“Stealing from people is not what I made these for! I made them to help us give! To cure the deep seated culture of corruption by giving people hope and a sense of patriotism. Remember??”

She looks at me as if I am crazy. The wig has made her forget. Na wao. Tricky tricky things, these wigs.

“Put it back on,” she says, pointing a long nail at me.

“No,” I say. “It has made us cruel witches. Look at you!”

Coco appears behind me. She hisses like a snake. She is in no mood for words. Her wig flashes. The virus is not working. When you mix juju with technology, you give up control. You are at the will of something far beyond yourself. I am done for.

See how it all ends? Or does it begin? I am watching them approach me now. I tell you while my life hangs on its last thread. I am putting my wig on. It is so hot. I should have paid more attention to the cooling system when I made these. I hear the heartbeat of everyone around me now, including the irregular rhythm of Coco and Philo’s. But oh, the power. It rushes into me like ogogoro down the throat of a drunk.

See Philo bare her teeth. They are indeed sharp like those of a bloodsucker. The virus is working through her wig now. But something has gone very wrong. They are both smiling. For a year, we have been psychic vampires but now as they come at me, mouths open, teeth sharp, I see that they have become the blood-sucking kind.

I feel my own teeth sharpening too as I prepare to defend myself. This is new but I can’t think about that right now. I tear the wig off and throw it aside.

“Come then!” I shout. Then, I…

No one tagged me but *grabby hands*

1. Priya 💅

2. Gary? Or Henrik. I just really like their laidback vibe ☺️

3. Carl (but I have to come up with other dialogue in my head because there is no way that Casa “Alien Boy” Carl says “it’s smooth all over to Elisa I refUSE--) - I just really like the idea of him both as an LI in the game and thinking about him outside of the Villa. He’s the most intriguing to me, and one of the most realistic imo

4. Season 2

5. Tumblr? Idk, not Reddit anyway 😂

6. I’m not going to do all of them but--

I like the idea that Hope’s a Capricorn and Noah’s a Cancer - I think it fits their characterisation and they would then have opposing signs on the zodiac wheel, which sums up their dynamic. They’re magnetically attracted to each other at the beginning, but the cracks start to show later on with different priorities. By then, both of them are locked in and unwilling/unable to admit that they’d be happier with other people.

Gary’s a Taurus, try and change my mind.

Lottie..is a Scorpio with fire placements.

Lucas is a Scorpio I think - or he certainly has some Scorpio placements if it’s not his sun sign (such kink, much possessive, very HOT) (I think he’s a Leo in canon but naw that doesn’t fly)

I think Carl’s a Virgo - it’s always tricky to tell with people on the spectrum (and Casa-Carl almost certainly is, at least a little bit, which is part of why I love him so) but his work ethic and his negative reaction to you touching his hair before you make the toastie together kind of clinch it for me.

7. I really need someone with Chelsea’s energy in my life, but realistically I would have to say Marisol - I think we’d have the most in common.

8. I don’t like that there isn’t an option to have Bobby just as a friend. Please don’t misunderstand, I really like him as a character and I know that the game is partially constructed so that he’s your endgame (as shown by the pool scene at the end) - but I don’t like how difficult the game makes it to not do a Bobby playthrough. That said, I love my fluffy Bobby playthroughs as much as the next person on here 💖

9. Marisol - take it or leave it haha

10. I HATE JO. There, I said it. I feel so much better now. 😌

11. I’d say one of the girls? Priya, Lottie or Chelsea. I don’t see Marisol or Hope going down that route, they’re more interested in traditional career progression. Chelsea has a very insta aesthetic (pastels, athleisure etc), Lottie could be doing make-up collabs/tutorials/showcases, Priya could be modelling on her own terms and have much more control over her own image (which might make her less anxious about being in front of cameras?)

12. Priya? (Most of my answers are Priya, I just love her so much)

13. I’m actually going to go with “traditional” cigarette smoking because I think a lot of other people have already done weed headcanons:

- Gary probably had a phase in his late teens where he would smoke socially (based on his background and where he’s from in the UK) - Marisol reminds me a lot of one of my uni friends who was practically a chainsmoker, so I see her as using it as a destresser during her finals. She has pretty strong willpower so she’s able to stop whenever she wants. - I actually see Kassam as a roll-up boy. Make of that what you will

14. Obviously S3 is already out (and has nearly finished), so some thoughts about what has happened instead:

- I genuinely think that in trying to give us more choice (please stop banging on about Nicky and Seb I don’t care - we have 2/3 female LIs who we don’t have to leap through blazing hoops to get, just let me LIVE) Fusebox have had coding and balancing difficulties - MC’s actions don’t have any consequences. If she leads LIs on, no one cares. Flirting with other people’s LIs has no consequences. We didn’t even have any consequences for sleeping with Tai behind the waterfall?!?!?! - I have mixed feelings on the drama in this season - on the one hand, I’m a messy bitch who lives for other people’s drama so I was gagging for some. On the other hand, the world is going to hell in a handcart, so it was nice to have genuinely friendly people just enjoying each other’s company and trying to get on. - My philosophy on drama is that it should be like cinnamon - spicing things up a little at a time. Going from 0-60 on Day 9/10? Forgetting our name having had sex with us twice (if you paid the gems)?? I-- This isn’t what I play for. If I wanted betrayal I’d just go out dating irl haha

I’m semi-seriously considering doing a S3 rewrite I just need someone to discourage me

15.  I read so many fanfics - @beebips​ @ravenadottir​ silentscreaming (on AO3 - if they have a tumblr someone tell me their URL please I worship their “Heavenly Henrik” fic) @bobbymckenziess​ I love them all

16. Hmm - I have no idea how many I’m allowed, so I’ve done it in order of who I want: S1: - Allegra - Jen (sorry Tim/Jen fans, but I have a bee in my bonnet about Lucas/Jen and I really like the idea for some reason?)  - Rohan (deserved so much better) - whichever one of Jasper/Miles Allegra didn’t get with in the relevant S1 playthrough - Talia

S2 - Lottie (can you imagine her and Allegra I’m quaking) - Lucas - Noah - Priya (I don’t know if there are any rules on age, since she’d be 30, but I love the idea of her and Lottie teaming up having been through so much together in their season <3 ) - maybe Gary? (if the relevant S2 playthrough had been Gary/Lottie, I kind of want to see that dynamic) (if we can’t have Priya, it would be fun to have one of the CA girls like Siobhan or Emily, or one of the unnamed ones)

S3 because why not - Camilo - Rafi/Lily (whichever one walked if they couldn’t turn your head) (with Rafi/Lily - I like the idea of them being “original islanders” and seeing how their approach and demeanour would change when they’re not trying to win a very specific person?) - Nicky (sorry Elladine he just doesn’t seem as into it as you are </3 ) - Iona (again, love the idea of just having them be in there together) - Tai

17. HENRIK IS DYING RIGHT NOW PLEASE PRAY FOR HIM. Other than that, Chelsea’s struggling (not least because emotional permanence is a problem for people with ADHD) and Rocco’s really not liking the travel restrictions.

hi, blogs you can say nice things about, pj, fynn, jo, malu, allison, cc, sawyer, geo, lore and/or the first 20 blogs that pop up in your head(sorry that that are a lot of blogs)

Okay, I’m gonna do the thing where I talk about their blog and about them because why not?

@huffledoofMy favorite thing about Fynn’s blog? Oh boy, okay, sit yourself down, my buddy my pal because it’s not just one simple thing. It’s not just the blog content that is so freakin 10/10, a great mix of Harry Potter and everything else. There’s a reason I had them on notifications even before we were really good friends. If you look at their blog, there is endless amounts of creativity with OCs and their own threads and so many more things that are going to bring a smile to your face. But that’s not all. It’s the amazing human being behind the screen, i.e. one of the best, most incredible friends I could have ever hoped to have met. I love that they alway speak their mind, and I admire them so deeply for being true to who they are. I mean, listen, you’re talking about the Sirius Black to my James Potter, so of course I’m going to gush about them. I adore Fynn’s blog, and then I got to have more love for it because the creator of that blog is a person with so much talent and passion and dedication and openness and kindness for others, and I am lucky to call them an incredibly close and good friend of mine.

@justanothernerdyroleplayer My favorite thing about PJ’s blog is the sheer amount of content he has. Like, so so much stuff on his blog as different characters with so many ideas, and he’s always willing to try something new or randomly start something. I also really love his writing??? I love that, even though he doesn’t always tag things, when he does it’s like “oooo tags what do they say??” And, okay, I get secondhand happiness whenever something exciting happens for him. As for the part about the person, I mean, hello, here’s the other half of my wolfstar friends. He’s actually Remus Lupin, it’s a little frightening some times. He’s also a fantastic listener with a lot of love to give and like, have I mentioned he’s also pretty much my best friend/like a brother?

@lilyflowerevansAaalllll their characters, holy shoot. Jo can do so much with what they’ve got, like damn son, how you do the makeup thing so well??? And just the whole range of who they are willing, and will figure out how, to do. About Jo, I really absolutely adore their willingness to fight and their loyalty because smol with tol attitude. I also really love that I can spend hours on a gh with Jo after not seeing their lovely face for a while, and we’re still mega chill and such dorks together. 10/10 would befriend this great human again.

@bookwormravenclawgirlI love that Malu’s blog is such a safe and welcoming place. She’s always got a kind word for people and reaches out to them to introduce herself or to just make sure they know she’s there and supportive. It’s actually one of my favorite things about Malu too. I also really love that she’s got an endless amount of ideas of things to create and she wants to share it with others. I’m honestly always so in awe of what she comes up with.

@xxdrxco-mxlfoyxx Initially, it was the imagines because goodness gracious, so much !!!!!!! The writing was brilliant and I still love going back and reading them every once in a while. I love that about Allison’s blog. Then it became about the sheer amount of amazingness that was her Draco rp and how NICE she is. Like, I don’t know if you read her responses to things, but they’re always freakin gold. Also, this is one of my few close Slytherin friends, and the reason she’s one of the few, not just because I don’t know too many of them, is because she’s got some of the fiercest loyalty to those she cares about and it’s such a wonderful thing to be part of her friendship.

@huffledoge Mi gemela literally has the most amazing ideas for roleplays. Like, her ideas were literally the first thing I loved about her, and she was so excited and I was like “yes yes yes!! Followbutton!!” so fast. Her comments and additions to posts are so great too, like everything she reblogs I look forward to seeing. About this absolute gem of a person, I love that she’s so able to make people laugh and make them feel at ease. I love that CC is the kind of person who you can’t help but love and appreciate because she’s always supporting your ideas and helping you make a few changes here and there to get it how you want it.

@actually-hermione-granger Hi, hello, yes, this blog is run by someone who has a limitless supply of desire to do things and test things out. I love that she occasionally posts her music, because she’s got such a beautiful voice and she shares it so easily. I love that Sawyer is a bundle of energy more often than not. I love that she’s so friendly and encouraging. I love that she trusts me and that I trust her. I love that she’s my platonic Lily. I love that this sweet person makes jokes and is able to let herself be herself while encouraging others to do the same.

@i-am-a-were-remus Geo’s blog is so good. Like, there’s so many great things going on, like the characters they decide to try out and how they respond, like oh my, Geo is such a talented pebble. Yes, Geo is a pebble. About this amazing person I’ve recently started to really get to know, Geo will tell jokes if you’re feeling down. I love that Geo will send me pictures of their cat because they know it makes me cry and very happy at the same time. Geo is a sweetheart who I completely adore and am grateful that they came into my life so recently. They also fall asleep when watching movies even though they’re a full 18(?) hours ahead of me. Such a good pebble.

@rainbow-tonks One of my favorite things about Lore’s blog, beside their cosplay (bc omg !!!!! so good I can never get over how amazing their cosplay is and how many characters they can do) is their support. Their support of people in this community. Their advice and their genuine caring for other people. It’s part of the reason why I love Lore. Because they care so deeply and fully, and they are not afraid to express it. They’re honest and will tell you things as they are for your own good. They know what to say and they keep their chin up. They are so good to the people they love, and having them in your life is such a blessing.

I love that everyone’s blog is a representation of who they are. And I love each and every person who runs that blog because they bring something unique to the table. I can say all of these things about them because I talk to them and know them and I am happily able to say they are important people in my life. I support them all fully, and I love them unconditionally. It’s a family that keeps growing and a family that is more than happy to open it’s arms and pull you in for a big, virtual hug. At least until we meet, in which case, it will be a real, physical hug (or whatever they’re comfortable with :) )

(I just stuck to the ones you mentioned. The first 20 would have taken me way too long XD)

This is a tale you will only hear once. Then it will be gone in a flash of green light. Maybe all will be well after that. Maybe the story has a happy ending. Maybe there is nothing but darkness when the story ends. We were three women. Three friends. We had goals, hopes and dreams. We had careers. Two of us had boyfriends. We owned houses. We all had love. Then I made these… wigs. I gave them to my two friends. The three of us put them on. The wigs were supposed to make things better. But something went wrong. Like the nation we were trying to improve, we became backward. Instead of giving, we took. Walk with me. This is the story of How the Smart Woman Tried to Right Her Great Wrong. Dawn With the wig finally off, Coco and Philo felt more distant to me. Thank God. Even so, because it was sitting beside me, I could still see them. Clearly. In my head. Don’t ever mix juju with technology. There is witchcraft in science and a science to witchcraft. Both will conspire against you eventually. I realized that now. I had to work fast. It was just after dawn. The sky was heating up. I’d sneaked out of the compound while my boyfriend still slept. Even the house girl who always woke up early was not up yet. I hid behind the hedge of colorful pink and yellow lilies in the front. I needed to be around vibrant natural life, I needed to smell its scent. The flowers’ shape reminded me of what my real hair would look like if the wig hadn’t burned it off. I opened my laptop and set it in the dirt. I put my wig beside it. It was jet black, shiny, the “hairs” straight and long like a mermaid’s. The hair on my head was less than a millimeter long; shorter than a man’s and far more damaged. For a moment, as I looked at my wig, it flickered its electric blue. I could hear it whispering to me. It wanted me to put it back on. I ran my hand over my sore head. Then I quickly tore my eyes from the wig and plugged in the flash drive. As I waited, I brought out a small sack and reached in. I sprinkled cowry shells, alligator pepper and blue beads around the machine for protection. I wasn’t taking chances. I sat down, placed my fingers on the keyboard, shut my eyes and prayed to the God I didn’t believe in. After all that had happened, who would believe in God? Philo had been in Jos when the riots happened. I knew it was her and her wig. A technology I had created. Neurotransmitters, mobile phones, incantation, and hypnosis- even I knew my creation was genius. But all it sparked in the North was death and mayhem. During the riots there, some men had even burned a woman and her baby to death. A woman andherbaby! I didn’t want to think of what Philo gained after causing it all. She never said a word to me about it. However, soon after, she went on a three-day shopping spree in Paris. We could leave Nigeria, but never for more than a few days. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I meant well.” I opened my eyes and looked at my screen. The background was a plain blue. The screen was blank except for a single folder. I highlighted the folder and pressed “delete.” I paused, my hands shaking and my heart pounding in my chest. “If this doesn’t work, they will kill me,” I whispered. Then I considered what they’d do if I didn’t finish. So many others would die and Nigeria would be in further chaos, for sure. I continued typing. I was creating a computer virus. I would send it out in a few hours. When they’d both be busy. Then all hell would break loose…for me, just me. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. My name is Rain and if I didn’t get this right, the corruption already rife in this country would be nothing compared to what was to come. And it would all be my fault. The Market I am beast. I am lovely. I am in control. I was born beautiful. All this Philo thought as she walked through the fruit and vegetable section of the open-air market. Around her, women slaved away. They sat behind tables and in booths selling tomatoes, peppers, plantain, egusi seeds, greens, yams. All those things that they’d have to cook at home for their families after a long day. Philo didn’t live that life. She’d chosen better. She was above all of them. Philo was tall and voluptuous, as she sashayed past women and men in her pricey high heels and brown designer dress that clung to her every inch. Her foundation make-up made her skin look like chocolate porcelain. Her eyelids sparkled with purple eye-shadow. Her lips glistened bright sensual pink. Perfect. Sexy. Hot. And her wig was awful. A washed-out black with auburn frosted tips, it looked as if it were made of colored straw and sat on her head like it knew it did not belong there. “Here,” a woman said, running up to Philo and handing her a roll of naira. “Take. You will make better use of it than me.” The woman paused and frowned, obviously confused by her own actions and words. “Thank you,” Philo said, with a chuckle. She grabbed the money with her long nailed painted fingers and stared into the woman’s eyes. Philo felt her wig heat up and then a dull ache in the back of her head. Then she felt it behind her eyes, which turned from deep brown to glowing green. Philo sighed as the laser shot from her eyes into the woman’s eyes. The woman slumped, looking sadly at her feet. It always felt so good to take from people, not just their money but their very essence. Philo quickly moved on leaving the tired sad-looking woman behind. She passed a group of young men. They stared and she stared back, zapping and taking. Their ravenous looks grew blank. Philo smirked knowingly. She felt amazing. She strolled into a booth where a man sold hundreds of Nollywood movie DVDs. She glanced over the array of colorful dramatic covers where women and men scowled, wept, grinned, pointed, accused, laughed. “I’ll take this one,” she said, picking a DVD at random. She’d watch it. She’d enjoy it. She loved Nollywood. These days, she enjoyed everything. The world was hers. Soon it would be, at least. She tucked the DVD into her purse and left the booth without paying. No one stopped her. As she stepped into the sunshine, she turned, absolutely loving herself. She knew everyone was looking at her, just as she knew she was sucking the life from them as they stared. Her wig’s heat increased and her brown eyes glinted a bright green as she smiled at any man who caught her eye. By the time she left this market, she’d be weighed down with naira given and life juices taken. Market by Market. It was like this every day. Her cell phone went off. A male voice happily drawled, “Hellllo Moto,” then upbeat music began to play. Everything about Philo rattled as she stopped and lifted her purse- the jangling bangles on her arms, her jingling earrings, and her three gold chain necklaces. She was clicks and clacks, shines and sparkles. “Oh where is it,” she said, digging in her purse, mindful of her long nails. “Where, where where.” She pushed aside her lipstick, her unnecessary wallet, tissues, compact case, a pack of gum, wads and rolls of naira. Her cell phone continued going off. She laughed. She already knew who it was. Rain, the weakest link in the chain. She could tell by the ring tone. However, she could also tell by more than that. In her mind’s eye, Philo could see Rain standing outside her compound, next to some flowers, holding her cell phone to her ear, waiting. Philo found her phone, flipped it open and held it to her ear. It clicked against her long gold earring. “What?” she said, grinning with all her teeth. She heard nothing. “Rain, I know it’s you. Say someth…” She felt it before she saw it. A coolness that contrasted horribly with the heat of her wig. She frowned as the phone made an odd beeping sound. She held it before her just as the phone glinted a deep green similar to the one her eyes flashed when she sucked psychic energy from those around her. Her phone buzzed, an electrical current zipping across it before disappearing. Green smoke began to dribble from it. “Chey!” Philo exclaimed staring at it. If she were smart, she’d have dropped it. But Philo was never really that intelligent. Just greedy. Rain didn’t know that before but she knew that now. A text message appeared on the screen but Philo could make no sense of it. It was a series on nonsensical symbols, rubbish. She dropped the phone, pressing a hand to her wig. “That bitch,” she snarled, looking around with wide enraged eyes. “How dare she even try.” In the sunshine, her canines almost looked pointed. Right then and there, Philo disappeared in a flash of green. His House Coco had just lit a cigarette. She leaned back on the plush white leather couch and crossed her legs. She held her glass of champagne up to the photo of her husband on the wall. He was out. He was always out. Working. For her. She laughed, scratching under her itchy wig with her long-nailed index finger. Scritch scritch. It was spiky, dark red and short and no one in his or her right mind would wear it. She got up and looked at her reflection in the glass that protected her husband’s photo. Her skinny jeans and t-shirt fit wonderfully snug. Her face was flawless. And her hair was power. “Mwah,” she said, blowing herself a kiss. She ambled into the living room where two fans were blasting. She stood very still between them, her wig’s “hairs” blowing about her face. It felt secure, despite the blowing air. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. Behind her eyelids, she could see. Then she began to draw it in from… The busy street. People sitting in bustling bush taxies and perched atop hundreds of okada motorbikes. Market women walking alongside the road. The mish-mash of old and modern buildings of Lagos. Disabled beggars in the road. Boys playing soccer on a field. When she opened her eyes, they glowed a deep green and the wig glinted an electric blue. The blowing fans made the heat from her wig more bearable. Her cell phone went off and she nearly jumped. “Hellllo, Moto,” it said as it played its dance music. “Ah ah, what now?” she muttered. But she was smiling. The wig. It always left her feeling so good. Minus the heat, which left the actual wig feeling like a burning helmet. She ran to her cell phone on the couch. It was Rain. What did she want now? In her mind, the wig showed Rain standing outside her compound looking worried. The woman always looked so worried; she should have been at the top of the world. Coco held the phone to her ear as she brought out some lipstick. “Hello?” she said, smearing on a fresh coat. She grinned, sure of what she’d hear. She frowned. “Hello? Rain, what is it? Speak up.” But she heard nothing. She held the phone to her face when it suddenly became like a chunk of ice in her hand. “Iiieeey!” she exclaimed, throwing it on the couch. As she stared at it, appalled, the cell phone began to dribble green smoke. A text box opened on its screen. Coco squinted trying to read it. It looked like rubbish. But, like Philo, Coco understood what was happening. “Oh,” Coco said, out of breath. “You want to play now, eh? Ok.” She threw her lipstick on the leather seat, the lid still off. It left a smear on the pillow. “Someone will die today, o. And it will not be me.” She disappeared. * I have made my choice. That’s why I am still here, standing in these lilies. I run my hand over my shaved head. Waiting. The sun shines bright and happy in the sky, unaware of what’s about to happen to me. Unaware of what I have done and will soon suffer the consequences for. Unconcerned. Philo appears. She is standing on the lilies, mere feet away from me. “What is wrong with you?” she shouts. She looks beautiful and ghastly in her tight brown dress that probably cost more naira than a market woman makes in two years. “I’m…” Fear pumps through my veins like adrenaline and blood. “Why is your wig off, eh? You look horrible.” Her wig flashes as the digital virus tries to cripple it. Notice I say “tries”. “I took it off,” I snap. “This is wrong, o! This is wrong! Wake up!” Philo chuckles. “And what is wrong about it? We have everything we want.” “Stealing from people is not what I made these for! I made them to help us give! To cure the deep seated culture of corruption by giving people hope and a sense of patriotism. Remember??” She looks at me as if I am crazy. The wig has made her forget. Na wao. Tricky tricky things, these wigs. “Put it back on,” she says, pointing a long nail at me. “No,” I say. “It has made us cruel witches. Look at you!” Coco appears behind me. She hisses like a snake. She is in no mood for words. Her wig flashes. The virus is not working. When you mix juju with technology, you give up control. You are at the will of something far beyond yourself. I am done for. See how it all ends? Or does it begin? I am watching them approach me now. I tell you while my life hangs on its last thread. I am putting my wig on. It is so hot. I should have paid more attention to the cooling system when I made these. I hear the heartbeat of everyone around me now, including the irregular rhythm of Coco and Philo’s. But oh, the power. It rushes into me like ogogoro down the throat of a drunk. See Philo bare her teeth. They are indeed sharp like those of a bloodsucker. The virus is working through her wig now. But something has gone very wrong. They are both smiling. For a year, we have been psychic vampires but now as they come at me, mouths open, teeth sharp, I see that they have become the blood-sucking kind. I feel my own teeth sharpening too as I prepare to defend myself. This is new but I can’t think about that right now. I tear the wig off and throw it aside. “Come then!” I shout. Then, I… The End

This is a tale you will only hear once. Then it will be gone in a flash of green light. Maybe all will be well after that. Maybe the story has a happy ending. Maybe there is nothing but darkness when the story ends. We were three women. Three friends. We had goals, hopes and dreams. We had careers. Two of us had boyfriends. We owned houses. We all had love. Then I made these… wigs. I gave them to my two friends. The three of us put them on. The wigs were supposed to make things better. But something went wrong. Like the nation we were trying to improve, we became backward. Instead of giving, we took. Walk with me. This is the story of How the Smart Woman Tried to Right Her Great Wrong. Dawn With the wig finally off, Coco and Philo felt more distant to me. Thank God. Even so, because it was sitting beside me, I could still see them. Clearly. In my head. Don’t ever mix juju with technology. There is witchcraft in science and a science to witchcraft. Both will conspire against you eventually. I realized that now. I had to work fast. It was just after dawn. The sky was heating up. I’d sneaked out of the compound while my boyfriend still slept. Even the house girl who always woke up early was not up yet. I hid behind the hedge of colorful pink and yellow lilies in the front. I needed to be around vibrant natural life, I needed to smell its scent. The flowers’ shape reminded me of what my real hair would look like if the wig hadn’t burned it off. I opened my laptop and set it in the dirt. I put my wig beside it. It was jet black, shiny, the “hairs” straight and long like a mermaid’s. The hair on my head was less than a millimeter long; shorter than a man’s and far more damaged. For a moment, as I looked at my wig, it flickered its electric blue. I could hear it whispering to me. It wanted me to put it back on. I ran my hand over my sore head. Then I quickly tore my eyes from the wig and plugged in the flash drive. As I waited, I brought out a small sack and reached in. I sprinkled cowry shells, alligator pepper and blue beads around the machine for protection. I wasn’t taking chances. I sat down, placed my fingers on the keyboard, shut my eyes and prayed to the God I didn’t believe in. After all that had happened, who would believe in God? Philo had been in Jos when the riots happened. I knew it was her and her wig. A technology I had created. Neurotransmitters, mobile phones, incantation, and hypnosis- even I knew my creation was genius. But all it sparked in the North was death and mayhem. During the riots there, some men had even burned a woman and her baby to death. A woman andherbaby! I didn’t want to think of what Philo gained after causing it all. She never said a word to me about it. However, soon after, she went on a three-day shopping spree in Paris. We could leave Nigeria, but never for more than a few days. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I meant well.” I opened my eyes and looked at my screen. The background was a plain blue. The screen was blank except for a single folder. I highlighted the folder and pressed “delete.” I paused, my hands shaking and my heart pounding in my chest. “If this doesn’t work, they will kill me,” I whispered. Then I considered what they’d do if I didn’t finish. So many others would die and Nigeria would be in further chaos, for sure. I continued typing. I was creating a computer virus. I would send it out in a few hours. When they’d both be busy. Then all hell would break loose…for me, just me. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. My name is Rain and if I didn’t get this right, the corruption already rife in this country would be nothing compared to what was to come. And it would all be my fault. The Market I am beast. I am lovely. I am in control. I was born beautiful. All this Philo thought as she walked through the fruit and vegetable section of the open-air market. Around her, women slaved away. They sat behind tables and in booths selling tomatoes, peppers, plantain, egusi seeds, greens, yams. All those things that they’d have to cook at home for their families after a long day. Philo didn’t live that life. She’d chosen better. She was above all of them. Philo was tall and voluptuous, as she sashayed past women and men in her pricey high heels and brown designer dress that clung to her every inch. Her foundation make-up made her skin look like chocolate porcelain. Her eyelids sparkled with purple eye-shadow. Her lips glistened bright sensual pink. Perfect. Sexy. Hot. And her wig was awful. A washed-out black with auburn frosted tips, it looked as if it were made of colored straw and sat on her head like it knew it did not belong there. “Here,” a woman said, running up to Philo and handing her a roll of naira. “Take. You will make better use of it than me.” The woman paused and frowned, obviously confused by her own actions and words. “Thank you,” Philo said, with a chuckle. She grabbed the money with her long nailed painted fingers and stared into the woman’s eyes. Philo felt her wig heat up and then a dull ache in the back of her head. Then she felt it behind her eyes, which turned from deep brown to glowing green. Philo sighed as the laser shot from her eyes into the woman’s eyes. The woman slumped, looking sadly at her feet. It always felt so good to take from people, not just their money but their very essence. Philo quickly moved on leaving the tired sad-looking woman behind. She passed a group of young men. They stared and she stared back, zapping and taking. Their ravenous looks grew blank. Philo smirked knowingly. She felt amazing. She strolled into a booth where a man sold hundreds of Nollywood movie DVDs. She glanced over the array of colorful dramatic covers where women and men scowled, wept, grinned, pointed, accused, laughed. “I’ll take this one,” she said, picking a DVD at random. She’d watch it. She’d enjoy it. She loved Nollywood. These days, she enjoyed everything. The world was hers. Soon it would be, at least. She tucked the DVD into her purse and left the booth without paying. No one stopped her. As she stepped into the sunshine, she turned, absolutely loving herself. She knew everyone was looking at her, just as she knew she was sucking the life from them as they stared. Her wig’s heat increased and her brown eyes glinted a bright green as she smiled at any man who caught her eye. By the time she left this market, she’d be weighed down with naira given and life juices taken. Market by Market. It was like this every day. Her cell phone went off. A male voice happily drawled, “Hellllo Moto,” then upbeat music began to play. Everything about Philo rattled as she stopped and lifted her purse- the jangling bangles on her arms, her jingling earrings, and her three gold chain necklaces. She was clicks and clacks, shines and sparkles. “Oh where is it,” she said, digging in her purse, mindful of her long nails. “Where, where where.” She pushed aside her lipstick, her unnecessary wallet, tissues, compact case, a pack of gum, wads and rolls of naira. Her cell phone continued going off. She laughed. She already knew who it was. Rain, the weakest link in the chain. She could tell by the ring tone. However, she could also tell by more than that. In her mind’s eye, Philo could see Rain standing outside her compound, next to some flowers, holding her cell phone to her ear, waiting. Philo found her phone, flipped it open and held it to her ear. It clicked against her long gold earring. “What?” she said, grinning with all her teeth. She heard nothing. “Rain, I know it’s you. Say someth…” She felt it before she saw it. A coolness that contrasted horribly with the heat of her wig. She frowned as the phone made an odd beeping sound. She held it before her just as the phone glinted a deep green similar to the one her eyes flashed when she sucked psychic energy from those around her. Her phone buzzed, an electrical current zipping across it before disappearing. Green smoke began to dribble from it. “Chey!” Philo exclaimed staring at it. If she were smart, she’d have dropped it. But Philo was never really that intelligent. Just greedy. Rain didn’t know that before but she knew that now. A text message appeared on the screen but Philo could make no sense of it. It was a series on nonsensical symbols, rubbish. She dropped the phone, pressing a hand to her wig. “That bitch,” she snarled, looking around with wide enraged eyes. “How dare she even try.” In the sunshine, her canines almost looked pointed. Right then and there, Philo disappeared in a flash of green. His House Coco had just lit a cigarette. She leaned back on the plush white leather couch and crossed her legs. She held her glass of champagne up to the photo of her husband on the wall. He was out. He was always out. Working. For her. She laughed, scratching under her itchy wig with her long-nailed index finger. Scritch scritch. It was spiky, dark red and short and no one in his or her right mind would wear it. She got up and looked at her reflection in the glass that protected her husband’s photo. Her skinny jeans and t-shirt fit wonderfully snug. Her face was flawless. And her hair was power. “Mwah,” she said, blowing herself a kiss. She ambled into the living room where two fans were blasting. She stood very still between them, her wig’s “hairs” blowing about her face. It felt secure, despite the blowing air. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. Behind her eyelids, she could see. Then she began to draw it in from… The busy street. People sitting in bustling bush taxies and perched atop hundreds of okada motorbikes. Market women walking alongside the road. The mish-mash of old and modern buildings of Lagos. Disabled beggars in the road. Boys playing soccer on a field. When she opened her eyes, they glowed a deep green and the wig glinted an electric blue. The blowing fans made the heat from her wig more bearable. Her cell phone went off and she nearly jumped. “Hellllo, Moto,” it said as it played its dance music. “Ah ah, what now?” she muttered. But she was smiling. The wig. It always left her feeling so good. Minus the heat, which left the actual wig feeling like a burning helmet. She ran to her cell phone on the couch. It was Rain. What did she want now? In her mind, the wig showed Rain standing outside her compound looking worried. The woman always looked so worried; she should have been at the top of the world. Coco held the phone to her ear as she brought out some lipstick. “Hello?” she said, smearing on a fresh coat. She grinned, sure of what she’d hear. She frowned. “Hello? Rain, what is it? Speak up.” But she heard nothing. She held the phone to her face when it suddenly became like a chunk of ice in her hand. “Iiieeey!” she exclaimed, throwing it on the couch. As she stared at it, appalled, the cell phone began to dribble green smoke. A text box opened on its screen. Coco squinted trying to read it. It looked like rubbish. But, like Philo, Coco understood what was happening. “Oh,” Coco said, out of breath. “You want to play now, eh? Ok.” She threw her lipstick on the leather seat, the lid still off. It left a smear on the pillow. “Someone will die today, o. And it will not be me.” She disappeared. * I have made my choice. That’s why I am still here, standing in these lilies. I run my hand over my shaved head. Waiting. The sun shines bright and happy in the sky, unaware of what’s about to happen to me. Unaware of what I have done and will soon suffer the consequences for. Unconcerned. Philo appears. She is standing on the lilies, mere feet away from me. “What is wrong with you?” she shouts. She looks beautiful and ghastly in her tight brown dress that probably cost more naira than a market woman makes in two years. “I’m…” Fear pumps through my veins like adrenaline and blood. “Why is your wig off, eh? You look horrible.” Her wig flashes as the digital virus tries to cripple it. Notice I say “tries”. “I took it off,” I snap. “This is wrong, o! This is wrong! Wake up!” Philo chuckles. “And what is wrong about it? We have everything we want.” “Stealing from people is not what I made these for! I made them to help us give! To cure the deep seated culture of corruption by giving people hope and a sense of patriotism. Remember??” She looks at me as if I am crazy. The wig has made her forget. Na wao. Tricky tricky things, these wigs. “Put it back on,” she says, pointing a long nail at me. “No,” I say. “It has made us cruel witches. Look at you!” Coco appears behind me. She hisses like a snake. She is in no mood for words. Her wig flashes. The virus is not working. When you mix juju with technology, you give up control. You are at the will of something far beyond yourself. I am done for. See how it all ends? Or does it begin? I am watching them approach me now. I tell you while my life hangs on its last thread. I am putting my wig on. It is so hot. I should have paid more attention to the cooling system when I made these. I hear the heartbeat of everyone around me now, including the irregular rhythm of Coco and Philo’s. But oh, the power. It rushes into me like ogogoro down the throat of a drunk. See Philo bare her teeth. They are indeed sharp like those of a bloodsucker. The virus is working through her wig now. But something has gone very wrong. They are both smiling. For a year, we have been psychic vampires but now as they come at me, mouths open, teeth sharp, I see that they have become the blood-sucking kind. I feel my own teeth sharpening too as I prepare to defend myself. This is new but I can’t think about that right now. I tear the wig off and throw it aside. “Come then!” I shout. Then, I… The End

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