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vinziel · 1 month

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Concept for my own TDAU oc

May I present to you my own TDAU oc. Vinzie The Offensive Magician! (I can't draw for shit, so for now I'll just explain his design, most details in his design represent something, I'll make an official drawing of his design probably very later on) Now they're a troll with Bluish skin and darker blue hair, their blue hair is mostly covered by his magician hat! And you guessed it they wear the typical black and red magician clothing! They have bruises on their arms and a black eye on their face, with noticeable tear streaks on his cheeks. The part of their hair that isn't covered by his hat is messy and clearly hasn't been combed. Heavy eyebags. He posts on all social media platforms you can think of. Under the name of @offensive_magician_official display name being "Vinziel" his real name (no this isn't a self insert. I just used my own name because of how unique it is). He is very active on his social medias and constantly gets into dramas (on purpose of course) purposefully causing discourse.

Lore Time!! He's non-binary using He/They pronouns and is gay! Now, his parents were very absent when he was a kid, and full on abandoned him in his teens, he was treated like a ghost, no one would notice him, everyone would walk past him. Once he got on steady footing and had a sustainable job, he dated the one and only John Dory! Now John Dory was only dating Vinz to experiment if he's gay or not but it didn't even feel like Vinz was a partner to him since he was pretty much so focused on Brozone, they don't hang out or talk much and if they did John only talks about Brozone, they ended things on a sour note (Mostly on Vinz's side, John didn't feel much after the breakup), now this lead Vinz on a downward slope, no one paid attention to them, not even his ex-partner. Unlike John though their strive for fame and atteu is Self-destructive and not destructive to others.

This led Vinz to do offensive comedy using magic tricks. He'd offend EVERYONE, leftist, rightist, conservatives, the gays, the old and the young, the communist, the capitalist. Nothing was off limits for them to offend. He didn't care about the death threats, he didn't care about the harassment and assault he'd experience in the streets because someone recognized him, ATTENTION IS ATTENTION in their books. The only person keeping him from getting killed was Bruce who was in good terms with them, since whenever John would leave Vinz alone to do Brozone stuff and basically forget he's even there, Bruce would be there to keep him company. Basically he's the reason he isn't completely insane. In real life he's actually very nice and caring, though he is mentally unstable. His online personality is the one where he is offensive.(though that won't last long since his online personality will eventually consume his actual one but for now let's imagine it hasn't). For his relationships Bruce is the only person he's actually close with, and one of the only people to know him personally. (fun fact he once appeared on Satin and Chenille's show, which only lasted 3 minutes before he got kicked out due to the amount of offensive jokes he was making about the twins). In terms of love life they are single, and probably shouldn't even be in a relationship with how unstable he is. He's very good at masking what he feels which is why so many people hate him because they think he's really serious about what he says. He does have some defenders online saying "it's just a joke" or "y'all are snowflakes" the people who defend them are people who think "Joke about everything or joke about nothing" mentality. His offensiveness doesn't stop at jokes by the way. He'd actually do stuff that makes people hate him even more.

Now explaining my choices in his design. Now why a magician you may ask and not a jester or a clown. Well no explanation I just wanted them to be a magician. Their color schemes in their hat and suit are Black and Red. Red represents passion, they're passionate about what they do, he loves the attention, Black means mastery, he's able to offend anyone and anything. The tear streaks on his cheeks represent the endless crying he does off camera, the messy hair explains his messy life of being offensive to gain attention. The bruises represent the assaults and harassment he experiences on a daily basis(yes the way he offends people is JUST that bad) and sometimes it represents his own destructiveness to himself. The blue skin and hair represent his pathetic and sad life. The eyebags represent his lack of sleep thinking of new and unique offensive jokes (this guy makes the most creative offensive joke, he sometimes reuses them but it's mostly new and very creative to the point sometimes people would be more shocked than offended, when a chinese president would die he'd make a joke like "Looks like the dog had rabies").

Anyways hoped you enjoyed my little yapping session of my OC. Will probably add more lore if I think of more.

@hostilemuppet hope you enjoy :>

#trolls #troll oc

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moodlemcdoodle · 2 years

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Finally played the best Ace Attorney game, Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

#^ this is a joke in that Ghost Trick is a completely unique experience completely unlike Ace Attorney #and it’s unfair to call it just another Ace Attorney game (and isn’t even in the same canon)#but it’s completely serious in that they’re very similar and I think Ghost Trick is literally better than any Ace Attorney game #(not counting great ace attorney I haven’t played that one)#the proof is that I’ve never posted ace attorney fanart despite being a fan yet Ghost Trick has me drawing these silly guys non stop #I’m OBSESSED #Ghost Trick #ghost trick phantom detective #moodle's mcdoodles #anyway you know that feeling where you have a deadline and you’re running out of time to get everything done before it comes? yeah

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Analyzing Kars' Character

Hello everyone! FYI I am not ignoring your requests. I have tried for a week to get them finished and I keep losing motivation. Then I had the brilliant idea of writing something else about an interesting topic and then I’ll be able to finish a few requests! Today’s post is another character analysis. This is still a multi-fandom blog; you will see content related to other shows besides Voltron. Today’s character analysis is on Kars, the 10,000-year-old vampire. That’s funny. He, Allura, and Coran are the same age!

Overview

I watched JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures about a month ago when I became frustrated that there were only 4 seasons of Hunter x Hunter on Netflix. Remember the scene in the election arc when the citizens were casting their votes for chairperson and Hisoka walked up with his arms forming an “S”? Many people were posing the question of it being a “JoJo’s” reference and for the life of me, I never understood what they were talking about. Finally, I watched the show for the first time and by season 2 I could understand what they were saying.

I have to admit that by the second episode I was bored because the nature of season one took place in the 1800s England and nothing exciting happened. Though I worked my way through a few more episodes. I noticed a creepy stone mask on the way and how it never fell unless blood was splattered on it. I concluded the mask was going to play the role of an antagonist or help the antagonist succeed. Although this post is about Kars, I would like to take a moment and say that Jonathan’s death was very heart wrenching and it made me angry. Jonathan was unnecessarily nice to Dio and living in a privileged bubble lead to his demise. Jonathan was stronger than Dio and he should have kicked his ass once and for all. Have you noticed that after Joseph’s father, all JoJo’s (at least until season 5) could beat the antagonist in the show?

Anyway, the mask is a key tool in the bizarre adventures that each protagonist experiences.

Kars is a 10,000-year-old vampire that designed the Stone Mask and is essentially responsible for the horrific events that have happened throughout history. Dio being turned into a merciless vampire and his minions resulted from the Stone Mask. After discovering that he and his people could not be out in the sun, he concluded he needed the Red Stone of Aja to complete his transformation. Lisa-Lisa, a 50-year-old human woman, has possession of the stone given by her foster father Straizo. Kars, along with the 3 remaining Pilar Men (Wamuu, Esidsi, and Santana, can only survive in the sun if they two wear the mask with the Red Stone of Aja. After awakening, it is quite clear that Kars is on a mission to retrieve the stone and will destroy anything in his way. He was the only one wanting to live a life outside of the darkness. This was the driving force of creating so many Stone Masks and later discovering the need for the Red Stone of Aja. Kars understood the mask would only work on him partially because of his larger skull size, aka body manipulation. This created an increase in hunger. The Pillar Men did not like this at all and sought to eliminate him so he could not ruin the flow of nature. Kars retaliated; he murdered 99% of his people only leaving his friend Esidsi, and two children known as Santana and Wamuu.

Kars’ character is very interesting. A dog was about to have its life ended because of drunk drivers. I don’t know if this struck a nerve in his soul, but Kars nearly cut off the driver’s head, causing them to crash their car and the puppy was saved. After being defeated by Joseph the first time, he landed at the end of a snowy cliff, making sure he did not land on a few daisies. Given these unique interactions with nature and secondary species, Kars has some vendetta against humans. What did they do to him or his people for him to care only about flowers and animals but want to wipe out Harmon users? He insists that Lisa-Lisa drink poison instead of fighting her. Fighting women is something he and Wamuu don’t take pleasure in doing. When I heard this for the first time, I didn’t know if that was something to be proud of or if he was being misogynistic (you know the stereotypical view society has about women). Even if he genuinely did not want to lay a finger on Lisa-Lisa or any woman, his intentions are very questionable. He mimics politeness. If Kars offered to pay for dinner or a drink, run. Just run because if you don’t, you’ll probably be turned into a vampire or be eaten alive.

This is off topic but I wanted to pose this scenario. After watching Battle Tendency for the 10th time, I always like to bring out the “soft” side in villains. Being a sucker for Fluff isn’t helpful. I know that’s defeating the purpose of villains and antagonists, but I can’t help and wonder how it would show in Kars. As I’ve previously stated, Kars seems to care for animals and plants more than humans...so there’s a soft spot somewhere in there. I had a rather amusing and odd thought involving Kars and Lisa-Lisa. Since Lisa-Lisa is the leader over Caesar and Joseph and Kars is the leader over the remain few Pillar Men, I can’t help but wonder how they’d react to each other. When Lisa-Lisa is ordered by Kars to stay at their hideout while Joseph retrieved the Stone, I know she didn’t stand there like a statue for nearly 12 hours. I imagine Kars offering a drink, water, or juice just to get her talking. I mean, she has to warm up to him or it’s going to be a horrible 12 hours. Then he’ll try to engage in conversation and will only try to flirt with her to see how she responds. He may make a comment about how clear her skin is, how perfect her makeup stays intact, or how her legs look better than his (well, duh, you’re 9,950 years older than her!). This way, he can exploit anything he deems as a weakness, but she is a smart woman. She would reveal nothing about her that could be used against her. As OOC as this seems, it could be something he’d do. Remember, he mimics politeness; he has a trick up his sleeve. Although that may be true, at the back of his mind, he really admires how young and enchanting she looks.

Although Esidsi, Wamuu, and Santana are Pillar Men, they are ancient humanoid superhuman beings who lived on the American continent. They have supernatural abilities that leave them invincible while the sun is down. They look similar to humans, but they are much bigger and muscular. Among the 3 remaining Pillar Men, I seem to gravitate to Kars than the others. Before you judge me, I’ll explain. Kars, like many male characters in this anime and others, has a unique character design. Contrary to popular belief, I like Kars better in his head wrap or while he is wearing his hat and cape. That outfit reminds me of a ghost/monster from the remastered Scooby-Doo series in the 70s. The one thing in particular that stood out to me was his eye shadow and mascara. The earrings didn’t surprise me as every time I draw my male characters, they automatically get a pair of earrings. While being physically fit, he can make ANYTHING look excellent!

Just like any villain, Kars and Joseph are equally arrogant and can exploit their opponent’s weaknesses against them. Making jokes about Lisa-Lisa while she is unconscious nearly sets him over the edge and while Kars thinks he has defeated Joseph, he is launched into space.

Last but not least, I noticed how the first two protagonists form an unusual bond with their enemies. As many of you have seen, Dio calls Jonathan JoJo but does not acknowledge Joseph or Jotaro in the same way. He does twice towards Jotaro but not after that. Kars refers to Joseph as JoJo and I have to believe that even if he knew his real name, he’d still refer to him as JoJo. Wamuu stated that fighting Jospeh was worth his time as he did not waste it and fight fairly. Throughout their battles, they somehow remind me of childish games with the name-calling and all. I wish Kars was not a “onetime” villain. I wish he could roll over to the next season. This is a preference, as I hate seasonal villains, like Chrollo Lucilfer or anyone similar.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading!

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div-divington · 3 years

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big ol’ invicncible spoilers, watch the show first trust me you’re not missing anything if you don’t read this post

I’ve never talked about a cartoon or tv show before but I’ve gotta say that people who say there’s ‘no complexity’ to Omni-Man’s character just tick me off.

I mean, listen, he’s totally a villain at least in the cartoon adaptation (I’ve not read the comics, going to consider them separate entities for the sake of argument), but he’s far from a two dimensional sussus amogus imposter blindly readying the planet for invasion.

I whole-heartedly believe that Omni-Man enjoyed being a superhero, saving lives. I believe his friendship with the tailor guy was real, I believe he respected, admired even, the Guardians of the Globe, cherished his relationship with Debbie, and enjoyed living among humans. The brief interaction with Darkwing and The Immortal when the Mauler Twins attack the White House is so sincere right? Like, it seems to me he respects them, the jokey “you’re welcome” when he saved Darkwing, the “I had him” when he saved the guard Immortal was going for, that wasn’t necessary of him. He had no real reason to be playful and cordial with them, he could have been distant and still gained their trust easily (I mean, Darkwing was a jerk and they loved him). The brief moment of shock and unresponsiveness when Mark revealed that he’d finally gotten his powers? I honestly believe that was a moment of disbelief. I think he hoped Mark’s powers wouldn’t manifest, hoped he wouldn’t have to continue his mission. That pause was him coming to terms with the end of things. The realization that he would have to hurt people he respected, finish his mission, and end his time as a father, author, and superhero.

When he collapses after murdering the Guardians of the Globe, the look on his face isn’t just exhaustion from the fight, it looks to me like shock. Disbelief. I don’t think he wanted to kill the Guardians, I think he hated doing it, but it’s what he was bred for. He was born and trained from childhood for thousands of years to weaken a planet from within, prepare it for invasion. Earth had superheroes, naturally a pretty noteworthy obstacle for an invasion, so he, in his mind, had no choice but to kill them. And notice that most of his kills are pretty... clean? He goes right for Immortal’s head, ditto with Aquaris and Green Ghost, snaps War Woman’s neck, kills Darkwing in one clean move, tears off Martian Man’s heart(? is that a heart?), crushes Red Rush’s head (which seems slow because of Red Rush’s perception of time being RIDICULOUS compared to our own, that horrific scene only lasted like a second for the rest of the characters). He goes for quick, clean kills, minimizing pain. Maybe its just brutal, soldier-like efficiency, since the greatest superheroes on Earth cannot be allowed to get any good hits in (they nearly killed him as it was), but what if it was a desire to not prolong the suffering of people he genuinely liked?

We see in the flashback towards the end (during the THINK, MARK, THINK! scene lmao) that he initially didn’t give two shits about humanity on a deep level. He loved and respected Debbie and his then-very-young son, but thought humans were, on a whole, primitive and dumb. But as he spends time observing them, watching their culture, interacting with them, living with them, he warms up to them. The smile on his face when Mark hits his first homerun in little league, remembering Debbie’s favourite foods, the way he laughs when he mentions how a superhero had to meet the president in a plaid supersuit, the fishing photograph with the tailor. Even after he finally reveals himself as an infiltrator, the way he talks, to me, shows respect for his adversaries even as he demeans and belittles humanity. The discussion with Cecil, the warning to ‘stay out of this’. Nolan seems reluctant to kill anybody he doesn’t have to, and seemingly acknowledges that the Global Defense Agency at the very least is a minor threat.

So, you say, why does he act so AWFUL at times?

Well, his seeming lack of emotion after the funerals for the Guardians of the Globe can proooooooooooooobably be chalked up to his alien psychology. He finished grieving, he didn’t see the harm in cracking jokes about them. Calling Debora a ‘pet’? I think that honestly would be him trying to rationalise his feelings for her. There’s a fraction of a second where he hesitates to say it, and I honestly think he’s just trying to explain to himself how he could ever love a ‘lesser lifeform’. Killing all those innocent people? In his mind that was justified to get through to Mark. He doesn’t enjoy it -- though he also doesn’t dislike it -- he just sees it as a flat necessity, no less insignificant than killing a bug (i said the man is a complex character, I didn’t say he wasn’t evil).

Don’t forget, Nolan’s genuine reasoning for bringing Earth into the Viltrum Empire is to help it. He argues that Viltrum technology can end hunger and poverty, end crime, revolutionize medicine. In his eyes, his indoctrinated eyes, he’s doing the right thing to help the people of Earth.

He still thinks he’s the hero.

‘it’s right to pity them’.

He sees humans as lesser creatures, he thinks they need protection from themselves, need to be brought up by the Viltrumites to be better. They can’t survive on their own, they’re weak and soft, they need us to reach their full potential, to find true glory in serving the might of Viltrum. Omni-Man does not see his actions as evil, he thinks he’s the good guy. He reluctantly kills the Guardians of the Globe, slaughters thousands of people, and destroys a city in order to, in his extremely twisted sense of morality, help people.

And, in the end, it is not the Viltrumite parts of Omni-Man and Invincible that end the conflict. It is Mark’s very human belief that he will, one day, get through to his dad. His refusal to give in, his undying love and determination to save people, save Nolan. It’s this that reaches Omni-Man. It doesn’t reach the tough soldier he had been for thousands of years, it reaches the small part of Omni-Man that wasn’t pretending to be human. The part that is Nolan Grayson. The part that, despite still seeing them as primitive and inferior, likes humanity. It’s a human tear that leaves his eye as Nolan flies away from Earth, finally giving up and refusing to facilitate the invasion if it means killing his son, something a full Viltrumite wouldn’t hesitate to do for a second if their family got in the way of their conquest. He was changed by his time with humans.

I’m not defending Omni-Man, he’s obviously a bad guy, an antagonist, serving a genuinely evil empire, but i AM saying he isn’t some flat, boring two dimensional villain who just PRETENDED to like humanity for the twenty odd years he spent living there. I’ve seen people in youtube comments replying with “I think you misunderstand Omni-Man as a character, you see, he was simply pretending to not hate humanity, it was all an elaborate ruse, there’s no real depth and inner terminal in him at all uwu” but i think THEY misunderstand Omni-Man.

He’s not morally grey, he’s arguably not even redeemable, but he IS a complex and well written character and boiling him down to ONLY being an evil alien who tricked people into liking him just rubs me the wrong way.

but idk maybe I misunderstood him and he really IS flat and boring. Maybe his time with humanity didn’t change him at all, he isn’t emotionally conflicted, and he’s just less cool than I thought.

And despite my seeming passive aggressive language, it’s totally chill if you disagree with my personal interpretation of Omni-Man as a character, art is meant to be a unique experience for everyone, so if you see him completely differently to me that’s great! I just dislike the insistence from some people online that anybody who sees him as a deeper, more complicated character is just wrong.

also sorry for this post coming out of left field entirely lmao

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adinosaurnamedmittens · 3 years

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Alright so I can’t stop thinking of RVB Zero and how much potential it has so I wanna rework it a bit to work better.

So first I’m gonna talk about the new characters and what I’d change before breaking down the individual episodes for critique and suggested rewrites. At this point, I’ve only seen up to episode 4, Encounter. So spoilers till that ep.

West - Honestly great! He doesn’t have a ton of character, but what he has is solid. He works very well as the gruff, no-nonsense leader who’s a tiny bit of a dad.

Raymond - Also great! He’s the most classic RVB character, as he’s an underdog who’s not the best at fighting, but has a lot of heart. My fav new character, right next to Tiny.

One - I want to change her to 2nd in command and drop the whole “can’t work within a team” thing. Keep the confidence and slight rudeness, but drop all the lines referencing anti-teamwork. It hasn’t factored into the story so far, One has been successfully working as part of the team for all the episodes. This would make her dynamic with Axel more interesting, being in a higher position of power. Especially considering how her healthy relationship with her dad contrasts with East and West’s relationship. This would reinforce the tension with East, since One now has an actual position of power over her. Also, she should have the exact same powers as Zero, but maybe less powerful. This would help foreshadow that reveal, and help us understand how the enhancements work. While One is a bit of a shit, and thinks she knows best, she’s willing to take the fall when her ideas fail or get them in trouble.

Axel - Imma be honest: totally forgot he was One’s adopted dad until I rewatched the episodes prepping for this. You could drop it totally, as it gets a bit redundant with West and East’s relationship, but I think there’s more fun in working with it. Also, if One’s 2nd in command and Axel isn’t insecure about it at all? Instantly makes him a more likable guy. I also think he parallels to Wash very well (bit of a kid at heart, weapons guy, team dad, emotional heart) so we’re gonna expand on that too.

East - Her and One’s relationship is the driving force of conflict within the strike team. With the changes made to One, East can stay pretty much unchanged. Before they were too similar. Now, with One being abrasive but willing to work together, and East being more reserved and distant, they’re great foils for each other. Also she parallels early Carolina, which I love (speed is her ability, prefers working alone, competitive as hell, dad runs team)

Villains: On characterization, they’re all good! Villains are allowed to be a bit more shallow, and they all seem to have understandable motives for what they’re doing: Zero wants revenge and power, Phase wants revenge especially against West, and Diesel just seems like he’s having fun. I do want to change Zero’s power tho, with Phase already having a teleport with a cool gimmick, and Diesel having a strength/tank ability, Zero should have a unique ability. Maybe gravity because of the sword? It would allow him some cool movement tricks while still being visually distinct from Diesel and Phase’s abilities. Or something inspired by his “ghost” line from Duo.

EP 1: Viper

The Good: The introduction to the villains and their abilities was amazing. I love Phase’s knife and it’s honestly one of the coolest things I’ve seen in the show. And the intro to the Strike team? Hilarious. Great character work. You can tell that One and Axel are close, that Raymond is hesitant and new, East and One have a very competitive relationship, and West is the tough love dad.

The Bad: Don’t violate the 180 camera rule. The intro fight scene was cool, but the camera moved way too much and made it hard to keep track of everything happening. And with the new, shiny art style we need a bit more time to absorb what’s happening since the detail level went up. Also y’all healed Wash’s brain damage with a throwaway line, and then immediately fridged him? Not cool. I mean, if you wanted to show how tough the villains are, you already had them beat up Carolina.

Story Changes: - Zero gets name dropped this ep so we get a scene next ep where Axel recognizes his name. - Either replace Wash with a high ranking soldier and completely scrub him from the episode, or give a different reason why he can’t help, maybe exactly Carolina’s reason of “you’re recovering”. I’m not committing to totally removing Wash bc in Recovery Carolina’s line of “That I-that we thought was a medium risk asset” hints that Wash knew exactly what they were carrying and I’m excited to see where they take that. - Mainly I want scenes of Wash talking to Axel and expanding on his characterization as they are both Nice Boys Who Have Been Through It. - I also think a scene after we meet Strike where Axel asks Raymond “You like riding with East?” and Ray goes “You two stuck me with her on purpose!” and One goes “Yup!” all cheerfully. Just reinforce those team dynamics and friendships before it goes to shit!

EP 2: Recovery

The Good: The garage scene was perfect. Tiny is amazing, love her so much! And Axel got such great characterization during this ep. What a dork. West and Raymond also work super well together, their interactions are great.

The Bad:You know it’s a problem when the villains have a better dynamic than the heroes. The scene where Carolina explains all the strike member’s abilities and personalities? Bad. Also a little OOC for her. And redundant, since we also get Raymond asking West about East, and Axel’s explanation of the girls to Carolina.

Story Changes: - Have Axel, the emotional heart, waiting outside the recovery room for Carolina. Honestly, this isn’t that big, but I think it’d suit his character. - Carolina’s exposition is changed to solely history and abilities, no commenting on their personalities. Maybe East gets a little “has shown difficulty in working with others” but that’s it. The physical acting for these scenes really shines through, so let it stand alone. Even watching without sound, you can pick up that West is a no-nonsense leader, that Axel isn’t a flashy fighter but gets the job done, that East is fairly young and doesn’t take fighting seriously, and that One is willing to leave others behind if she thinks she can do it better. - For Carolina’s convo with One this ep about her “not willing to work on a team” either swap One with East or change it to “you need to listen to your team more. Don’t assume that you immediately now what’s best” - At the end of training, when Axel says “the guards were priority #1″ One should say “I knew you could handle it.” and Axel could respond with “Well, it’d be nice if you let me know that.” to show that One can work well as 2nd in command, but needs to communicate and stop assuming things. -Also should change Axel’s warning line about her enhancements to “Don’t push yourself. Remember what happened last time?” to enforce that this is a habit, and that while he cares about her, he’s not trying to boss her around as much. -Don’t reveal that East is West’s daughter until Raymond and West talk. That way, there’s a bit more emotional weight, and Ray’s line of “I was digging through the team files” makes more sense if Carolina doesn’t drop that info in the previous scene. - When Axel talks about the experiments East went through, he should mention that he was there for some of them. Dropping more foreshadowing for the Axel/Zero reveal! - Carolina drops Zero’s name in their convo, and we get a shot of Axel’s hand tightening on his weapon, showing the audience that the name means something to him, but we don’t know why.

EP 3: Duo

The Good: First 3rd of the ep? Really good. I love One being rude to Carolina, and then gaining a grudging respect. West and Raymond are, again, the best dynamic. How? I honestly have no idea. The car looks so stupid in the funniest way, I hate it but I love it. Also god yes Axel and Zero’s relationship is so wholesome and could be the best thing in this season. One’s warning call to the facility? The funniest shit. And Zero’s dialogue is hella cliched, but it works bc he’s obv such a dramatic bitch.

The Bad: HOLY HELL THE DIALOGUE. First, One and East’s fight? garbage. Very forced. Super hard to believe these two are real people. Carolina and West literally repeat the exact same line, less than 5 seconds apart. The dishwasher joke West makes does NOT at all work, it’s too tonally dissonant.

Story Changes: - Obv. need to change One and East’s convo. End it with “Without your power, you wouldn’t even be on this team!” East should storm off or almost attack One, requiring Axel to diffuse. - It’d also be really nice to get a line where One acknowledges that she went too far with that, but puts off apologizing to East. It’d be a nod that she’s good at reflecting and assessing, but too proud to actually take her words back. - I’d like to make Raymond more panicked when they find Wash. It’d help sell that he’s in bad shape and add more weight to “He’s got a heartbeat!” - Maybe re-work Phase and Zero’s conversation a bit. The dialogue is definitely not this season’s strong suit. - Pull Carolina’s “I’m just trying to help, East.” since it’s more impactful for East to storm off immediately and West says the line a couple seconds later. And change East’s dialogue to “You may be my CO, but don’t try to be my dad. Not after what you’ve done.” Or something similar. - For the dishwasher gag in the meeting, either pull it or double down. It’d work so much better if someone asks “Are you serious about this? Aren’t there more important things to discuss?” and West just deadpans. “This is of the upmost importance. If we can’t keep this base clean, how can we be expected to do anything else?!” and then Carolina clears her throat super loud and West goes “...Right. Rookie? Take it from here.” - Rework the “Carolina stay behind” dialogue. Even just a “Carolina. You’re still recovering. If you get hurt again, it’ll just be longer till you can take these bastards down. Keep an eye on Wash, will you?” I just couldn’t get behind the wording of “we need you here. With wash” It sounds like every cliched “woman must stay behind while the manly men save everyone!” Might be personal preference but just ew. - Add a scene where One notices Axel being a bit off (bc he’s worried about Zero being a part of the bad guy team) and she asks if he’s okay. He brushes her off, says its nothing. She goes “alright, i trust you.” - Maybe make the flashback a bit more apparent? There was a moment in the middle where I questioned whether or not it was a flashback. Again, could be a me problem.

EP 4: Encounter

The Good: The fight scenes continue to be absolute standouts. The varied environments, the movement, the dynamics on point. Wish we could’ve saw a bit more from Axel, but as is the scene worked well. The framing of the ep was good too, cutting between the mission and the fallout. And Ray, resident coward, immediately squaring up without a thought after West got injured? *chef’s kiss*. THAT is good character development. THAT is an amazing way to establish their relationship without telling us outright. Go feral, my boy! And Tiny and Raymond’s convo was so cute. I love how, despite what he says, Ray is there for his team and always willing to help. Carolina and One’s convo was also pretty decent. It got a bit long and over-explainy on Carolina’s end, but there were some pretty good moments.

The Bad: The fight after the mission failure was SO over-acted. Too much motion, to many camera angles. It changed what should have been tense arguments to hilarious melodrama. This has been a consistent problem, but it REALLY affects this scene in particular. And the second Axel enters the scene it just immediately goes downhill.

Story Changes: - Add a line from West in the beginning scene like “I’ll cut them off!” to explain why he isn’t in the car too. This also means it’s not as out-of-nowhere when West shows up to trash the car. - One should call out Axel instead of East. If she’s his daughter, she should be able to tell when he’s acting off. And she would have an easier time connecting the dots between Axel and Zero. - Instead of “I trusted you.” One should say “You lied to me.” 1) He’s her dad. One lie isn’t gonna break her total trust. 2) This would imply it’s the first time he’s lied to her, adding more weight to the whole situation 3) It’s way more accusatory and less cliched (if only a bit) - Add in a “One, wait!” bc I am a sucker for it and we could hear the guilt in his voice, rather than the weird scene where the girls make him spin around by bumping into him. - It’d also be nice if Ray stayed back for a bit before leaving, so we got a bit of his feelings on the matter. I mean, obviously he cares a lot about West, but does he blame Axel for not being there to help? It’d be nice to know!

TL;DR The best parts of the episodes are the fight scenes, and when they focus on the fun team dynamics. The worst parts are dialogue (mostly the serious bits) and over-animating, as this takes away from the drama.

I don’t mind the cheesy villains, but that may not be the case for everyone.

The best part of RVB has always been the rag-tag found family dynamics. While the fight scenes are cool, they have always been supplemental to the real meat of the show. The writers are trying something new with the whole “actual family” but you have got to focus on and develop these relationships if you want fans to care.

Mostly, I see a lot of potential in these characters, but there are GLARING issues in this season that are holding them back.

#rvb #rvb zero #rvb zero spoilers #rant #long post #criticism #might add on to this when new eps release bc i am invested #though not entirely for the right reasons #i just see the POTENTIAL #and i physically cannot hold myself back

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blind-band-geek · 5 years

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Whoops im in the mood for another analysis on the maitlands

This time together.

As couples go the maitlands are as perfect as it can get, their loyal, caring, loving, and have their own personality’s. And sometimes they clash and that’s SO IMPORTANT. The thing that makes them so unique is the writers who’s Barb is more externally protective, and must feel in control of a situation to feel comfortable and able to work. Wile Adam is more laid back and would rather do nothing than something unless barb or an outside force pushes him to do otherwise. (More on that later) The writers know this and the maitlands WILL disagree. They DISSAGREE they don’t fight, they don’t scream, the talk. They talk about staying with the deetz, they dissagree about bj and his morals, they talk about their children and so on! The fact that they are so DIFFERENT is what makes them such an amazing couple. Outside of their relationship they are PEOPLE, Barbara is outgoing, strong willed an independent. Wile Adam is more introverted and extremely creative and witty. They both don’t NEED their relationship to feel like they are flesh out characters. That’s just an added bonus. The fact that they can work separate is also an amazing thing. And the fact that the don’t always AGREE with what the other dose but try’s it out anyway, they give each other a shot to show what they know. Even if it’s not always the best idea! And even if yeah their so cutely in love it’s the tiny little human aspects of their relationship which is so interesting. And they know each other’s personality’s and boundaries. Such as barb is more witty and likes to poke fun at Adam to get a laugh out of both of them. Wile Adam uses more situational humor but knows what will go way to far for barb. He understands her to an extent that when Jane started saying things about their family he knew to say something and immediately shut it down, however he still only wants to see her smile and giggle and make her feel like everything. They are just extremely amazing and one of the best couples I’ve ever seen.

And I mean hell, their just adorable together.

Now I want to go into an in-depth look on our guy Adam maitland. Adam gets a lot of slack in the fandom and to be real, as much as I love barb I always say myself as more of Adam.

Adam is like the ying to barbs yang. He’s the introvert of the couple and for good reason. He’s an escapist and likes to work on his model town where everything can go perfect and like barb he has complete control of the situation. However unlike barb he’s a lot more laid back about it. Wile Barbara needs the whole situation Adam only needs a little. Like how he said that “maybe this is heaven” the attic and barb is all he needs to be happy, he’s an introvert and he likes what he knows. He’s happy with his model and his wife because that’s really all he knows. Adam however feels like he had to live up to what people around him are telling, like when Juno scolds them, he takes charge there just to feel like he’s doing something. Adam has a lot of what people with asd or adhd have. He feels like he has to prove himself to not only him but those around him. He has to prove to barb that he’s got the ghost thing down with the sheets, or when he thinks about showing Lydia a ghost trick to PROVE their real. Adam always felt like he needed outside approval, which a lot of us I feel struggle with. He also has a very strong connection with his model, and its big so it’s been in the works for years since every last detail is in that thing. Perhaps it is a special interest of his and he feels lots of pride in it when other complement him. Adam also as well all joke comes off a bit dumb but I think this is really just his nature. He’s introverted and a go with the flow. He’s rather life take him than him having to take life. He only ever acts when an outside force makes him, ie the deetzs, Barb, or the neatherworld. He’s pushed outside his comfort zone a lot and he as the movie goes on allows barb to do more and more since he kinda feels comfortable again with Barbara taking the lead. Since she’s more adapt to people and stressful situations. However Adam is extremely cleaver, he came up with ghosts, that model, his horror face! Not to mention they said he and barb built that house! He’s extremely smart and creative when it comes with abstract ideas, but as any artist knows sometimes it’ll leave you quick. And possibly he just accidentally burns himself out a lot by trying to juggle so many things that I’ve said before. Adam is a genuinely happy go lucky guy and I think he’s not like barb where he’s gritting his teeth and bearing life, but he’s genuinely enjoying it. Hes generally an optimistic person and looks for what’s good in their situation, like the attic or their kids. Hed rather focus on the bright side, even if that means purposely ignoring the possible bad Consequences these actions could have. He mostly dose this to not give himself to much stress and to try and calm his wife by saying everythings ok and that he’s got it, when sometimes he dosent. Adam however to these situations is like a small child, fascinated with everything he has and the new things he comes across, hell he WANTS to give Bj a shot after that scene because he’s INTERESTED. He’s really content with the attic and every new thing the deetzs throw at him is something new and FUN for him to observe. And like Barbara the wedding scene is a big turn around. Because he no longer sees everything as a fun new experience with possibly no repercussions on HIS part, but to a child his WIFE loves so dearly. And wile he loves his model and his home his wife’s happiness is one of his biggest concerns. He always dose his best in the film and og script that she’s smiling and laughing and making the best out of their situation, and even at the end it doesn’t change. But he sees that even with death you have so much to lose, and he becomes more responsible, but still keeps that child like innocent to him that we love.

#beetlejuice #barbara maitland #adam maitland #hope this made you think a bit!#i hold adam so dear to my heart #hes just such a cool kid #and i love to think of him like a little kid #because he is #hes oblivious and happy and excited about everyrhing #and i love him🥰🥰🥰

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kinsbin · 5 years

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Closed Eyes and Kisses

Title: Closed Eyes and Kisses Ship: Alexys/Jester [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 2038 Summary: The Jester and Alexys have been together for a long time. The spirit tries to figure out just what about this particular human he finds interesting enough to be so close to her...He figures it out through experiments (and mostly kisses).

A/N: A commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! Thank you again for the support dear <3

He liked to make her laugh.

Of course, he liked to make everyone laugh. Jester, as a whole, was a being of mirth after all. Of tricks and treats throughout the year (mostly on Halloween, of course, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t come out more than that) that brought awe on simpleton’s faces and respect on those who had figured out just who he was as a whole. It was his purpose. His nature of tricking those who were nothing but disrespectful and treating those who were pleasant enough to show delight at what he did. A demon of such a style naturally, he figured, would enjoy the laughter of others.

So why did he enjoy hers the MOST?

The question plagued him even as he waited quietly outside her apartment building, cards shuffling idly between his fingers as Alexys’ tired figure trudged along the way of the sidewalk to her home. Work had always taken a toll on her, it was true, but that day was particularly nasty. Customers jabbed at her with fury, using her as a verbal punching bag for the deals they could not acquire or did not meet the status for. The lowly life of a retail worker was enough to batter anyone’s over enthusiastic morale down to bare bones and sticks and stones as the days went on. Another deep, exhausted sigh seemed to slide past her lips, a hand running through her hair to loosen the long strands that had been in a ponytail all day with the effort of their workload.

The tap of a cane on the sidewalk startled her from her momentary downward gaze, her eyes shifting upwards in awe to find the Jester before her, rather than the usual confusion or uneasiness he was used to seeing in mortal eyes. It was...dare he say it? Almost refreshing. There was a heavy pause between them as Alexys scrambled for words, the day of talking mindlessly to strangers catching up to her as she tried to form the beginning of something genuine on the tips of her lips.

“I thought you weren’t going to come back for a much longer time,” Alexys admitted as she reached out to touch at his hand, her fingertips grazing his wrists as she bounced on the balls of her feet in impish delight, “I’m so happy to see you!”

His body reeled back, a comical gesture of shock painting his limbs as one hand went over his heart in a mocking gesture of ‘really? Me!? You must be joking’ before pantomiming laughter with a cover of his masked face. Alexys giggled at the movements, the sound melodical to Jester’s ears as she covered her lips with one hand and bit back a series of harder laughs in the public of the world around them. It made his heart soar even more as adjective to describe the noise filtered through his mind bit by bit.

Beautiful Adorable. Astounding. Sweet. Precious. Lovely. Each one was endless in its description. A cacophony of syllables that echoed in his mind but never seemed to find his lips despite his efforts of wording them as such genuine construments. He wished there was a better way to tell her. To shower her in the attention that laugh truly deserved. In attention and love she deserved after a day of mortal humans never seeming to find the time or effort to appreciate just what she was doing for them at all moments.

Slowly he held his finger up to her, a signal of ‘one second’ echoing in the gesture. Alexys, ever observant to her partner’s miming needs, bit her lip to indicate her agreeing silence and eager curiosity. The look gave the Jester a small beat skipped easily in his heart, stomach clenching together with delight at her eagerness. Her awareness. He kept that thought with him as he reached into the lapel of his jacket, fingers rummaging for a moment until they gripped at the thing they wanted to.

Holding it in his fingertips, Jester didn’t reveal the item just yet. Instead, he gestured with his cane-wielding hand for her to close her eyes, fingers opening and coming together slowly in a sort of display. Alexys laughed again, complying with ease as she allowed her blue eyes to flutter shut, hand pushing some of the long strands of hair behind her ear yet again as she waited for the signal to re-open them.

From his shirt he pulled it, a single beautiful flower. Fresh in its foliage but young in its blossom, the five-petaled tulip wrapped humbly against itself as it was displayed before the cool night air. Each petal was softer than silk, its delicate frame wiggling in the faintest of breezes surrounding the area. Jester did not question where the items he pulled from within himself were from, for his ability was to bring forth not to understand origins. It would be like asking a grandfather clock to tell the date, in a way. It wouldn’t know how. Sure, others may have figured it out, but it was never part of the initial job, for time and places and dates were all a different form of existence completely.

He twirled the flower between his fingertips, reaching with his cane to tap ever so gently at the base of her ankle. The signal was registered in her mind shortly after, eyes fluttering open to reveal what he was holding out to her own vision. Alexys took a second to focus her gaze on the item, once more staring forward at the design of the flower in his gloved hands, before her facial expressions switched to awe and delight. He noted the way her hands twitched to cover her lips, trying their best to hide away the blush that clearly began to paint her cheeks and nose, but failing miserably as they reached a second too slow. A moment of too much hesitance. Inside her, her heart beat fast. He knew. He could hear it.

“Oh my god,” She clapped her hands together in delight as she laughed through the butterflies forming loosely in the pits of her stomach, “That’s so beautiful, Jes! Is it….really for me?” She hesitated to reach out for it, longing to touch the petals but refusing to actually do so unless given explicit permission first. Trembling fingertips ghosted across steady ones, Jester relishing in the feeling of their hands meeting along with the soft nickname she had given him in an effort to become more acquainted.

He gave a nod to her, offering the flower closer to her body so that she might actually take it this time. It worked, of course, and her fingertips wrapped loosely around the stem where his did not, digits again ghosting with one another until the transfer was completed. Alexys held the flower close to her body, reaching down with her face to take a short inhale of its fragrant aroma. Her smile only widened at it, the sweet subtlety of the plant a delight to her senses as Jester bowed flourishly at her, reaching one hand out to take her own. She allowed it, watching curiously until he brought her knuckles to his masked lips and pressed them against it. The carved ceramic was cold against her body and confirmed her suspicions that it wasn’t just plastic or for a one-time use.

“Thank-you,” She whispered with a laugh, “Though I bet you do this with all the ladies, huh? How about we go home…”

There was something hesitant in her tone that he didn’t like. A frown broke from behind his mask at the thought of her insecurities with him. Did she really think that he would do this with any woman? With any mortal? The thought was laughable enough that he wanted to win the favor of any being non-deity or otherwise. There was a contemplative nod to answer her question that he didn’t actually feel himself give, and then the two of them were walking.

Side by side, he was far taller than her. To normal humans, sure, he could disguise his height to make it somewhat believable for a being, but, with her he found no need. His natural, unrealistic tallness sent him towering over her in a strange, yet improvisational kind of way. Their walk was in moderate silence, neither of them feeling the need to fill the void with senseless conversation. Only the sound of his cane ticking lightly with each movement of his body as it hit the pavement before them. Alexys wondered if he truly needed the cane or of it was purely for aesthetic purposes. But she didn’t ask.

When they reached her apartment, the Jester paused in his movements and turned to face her, his body rigid with an idea and the impish grin on his mask clearly radiating the same energy as his face might be behind it. Alexys raised an eyebrow curiously, waiting for the man to say what he obviously wanted to say.

“Close your eyes.”

His voice was a terrifying whisper to those who heard it,but, Alexys found comfort in its baritone and easy way of speaking. He only spoke to her when he was serious, or when no one else was around of course, but she found it flattering in its own unique way. It mean he trusted her, right? She wanted to think it did.

“Again?” She wondered out loud, tilting her head with wide eyes.

He gave a sure nod, his own tilting head mirroring hers as he waited with patience to do as she was told.

Alexys complied, of course, eyes fluttering shut as her body stood still and straight. She trusted him not to do anything that might be harmful to her. A strange trust for a mortal to have towards a demon to be sure, but an easy trust nonetheless. He took another moment to admire her face, soft and so limited in it's time on a world he felt that he had always been part of. A strange thought emphasized by the additional wonder of how he had ever live a life WITHOUT knowing her.

He took a breath despite himself, his fingertips reaching up for the mask that covered his face. Slowly, carefully, he pulled the ceramic item up and over to the side, revealing most of his face to the cool night air. With his true eyes, he stared at her, the slits of the mask no longer obscuring his view of her entirety. She was gorgeous, as he had already known, but that beauty was amplified with clear sight. With normal vision. A sigh escaped his lips despite himself, content and unmuffled by the mask. The noise, so clear in the otherwise quiet of their landscape, made Alexys physically jotle herself, but her eyes remained obedient closed in preparation for the events to come.

Reaching out, Jester put both hands on her shoulders before leaning forward. His lips, with their hairline fractures and soft demeanor, pressed against hers. Alexys startled more in this realization, eyes staying shut but body responding positively to the offered affection, swiftly kissing back as her arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the show of affection. He allowed it, his own hands settling on her waist as he held the romantic gesture for longer than he perhaps should have, pulling away and quickly adjusting his mask as her eyes fluttered open in awe, face red with delight and confusion as he tilted his head.

“Th-That was!” She sputtered out in awe, laughing in delight and covering her mouth, “I-I did’nt mean to laugh I’m sorry I’m just-! So happy that you...that we….” She buried her face in her hands and sighed loudly, making Jester chuckle and bring her in for a long and warm hug. The embrace did its job in comforting her, giving her the moment she needed to calm herself as he pressed his masked lips into her forehead and hummed, a low and buttery tone dying in the distance of her ear:

“I love it when you laugh. I can’t say I’m not happy, at least.”

Perhaps...mortals were more interesting than he thought. At least, she certainly was.

#self insert #self shipping #self ship #self ship writing #self insert writing #kinley writes

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just-mythyk · 5 years

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The Five

//A/N: I listened/watched a lot of “snarled” videos on February 3, 2019. That led to an inspiration of this story, with my own characters, to unsettle a few readers/listeners//

My city wasn’t known for its urban legends, but eventually everyone would hear about the Five. As far as I’m aware, the Five only ever existed here, never anywhere else.

Now I can call it a city, but it always had its quiet spaces, dark locations, seeing as it sprawled and some areas remained rather suburban despite skyscrapers resting not a mile away. And everybody my age loved to scare each other with those old “tall tales.” The Five was the most popular myth.

They say that you’re lucky if you don’t encounter the Fifth. But we’ll get there in due time.

The First was a relatively normal ghost tale. Ethereal, almost always blending into the shadows. When you spotted them, they were either pale – ghostly – or dark, like the shadows. They can never agree on how they died, but they can all agree that they’re a benevolent spirit; they only watch, after all. Most often they were spotted around the dark areas of towns: alleys, forests, the like.

The Second was also rather harmless. They seemed to prefer popular locations, such as Starbucks or clothing stores. Sometimes, people say they’ve seen the Second in clubs: the only way they knew was through their peculiar actions, as the Five tended to have. The Second was usually recognised by her long, dark overcoat that hid most of her figure.

The Third, well… he seemed to enjoy the open spaces. Any kind of park, square, or field were the kinds of places one would spot him. A few people even claimed they saw his red hair on the side of the highway as they drove by. Most believe he fell to his death, in some tragic accident. Others think he might have been pushed.

The Fourth could often be mistaken for the Fifth; that’s why most don’t believe you’ll die if you see them. They’re always wearing a hood, and standing where you can just barely see them. You know they’re watching you, even before you spot them. They’re unsettling; the kind where you feel like something will happen, you just don’t know what. But it never comes.

The Fifth… now the Fifth was the hardest one to pinpoint what she’s like. Some claim she’s prone to violence, so she’d be in bars and other shady locations. Others say she’s just restless, so she could show up in the same places as the Third. The only thing we knew for certain was that any who saw her met a similar, violent fate like her own.

My friends and I decided one night to sneak out to the old skate park and mess around in the dark. It wasn’t too far from the new place, but the ramps were a lot taller here. We fooled around, pulling tricks on rollerblades and skateboards alike, before my two buddies decided to look for a vending machine.

They asked if I wanted anything, so I tossed them a coin and said, “Surprise drink.” They laughed and walked off, chatting.

I continued to go back and forth on a ramp, trying to perfect a specific trick I had seen earlier that week online. At least my friends weren’t good at it, either, so I didn’t feel embarrassed for not knowing this particular trick. But then I heard a second set of wheels going back and forth, and I stopped at the top of the particular ramp I was going up on to see who had so suddenly appeared.

The newcomer was a redhead; the dim light didn’t show much else except a hoodie and loose jeans. A couple seconds later and they picked up their own board; simple and plain, not much in the way of personalisation on it. They turned and smiled up at me; a small, polite one. Then again, my breath caught for another reason entirely.

His neck wasn’t right. It was at odd angles, like he fell on it and someone tried to put it back, for lack of better words. There was also blood, draining itself from his temple. Yet somehow, in spite of it all, he could still smile? What sort of creature could even do that to a broken body?

Oh.

He was one of the Five.

He must be the Third.

“Funny to see you here,” he commented rather casually, for the situation, “I thought this place was closed years ago?”

I worked my jaw for a few seconds trying to get over my shock. “Uh, yeah, it uh- it was. We were just- well- this place is pretty cool – isn’t it?”

He nodded along, “Yeah, it was.” He glanced around. “Still is, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry if this is weird, but…” I hesitated. It was a rather odd question, “are you one of the Five?”

He raised an eyebrow. He looked amused. “So that’s what they’re calling us now?”

I only gaped more. He was the Third. Open space, broken neck to match a fall – and he just confirmed he was a part of the Five!

“Loss of words?” he chuckled a bit. “I guess the dead don’t really live here, do they?” he joked.

I slid down the ramp, still shamelessly gawking at him. And he was unbothered by all this attention? “You- This… How?”

“How’d I die?”

I nodded.

“Look at how tall these are,” he gestured. “Don’t you think the wrong angle could do it?”

My hand was on the ramp; it never left, trying to stabilize myself; the Five were real. Flesh and bone. Not just jokes and rumors floating in the air. And I had mocked the believers.

“My sister…” I hesitated. “She saw the Second before – you’re the Third – and it was- I think it was a Starbucks?” I was staring at the ground, trying to work out all the thoughts racing through my head.

“Yeah, I can believe that.”

All of a sudden, the Second stood before me, wearing a heavy black trench coat that would, normally, hide her ribcage. She terrified me. Her ribcage was broken; it almost looked as though all her ribs were shattered. Some areas were bleeding.

Noticing my shock, she shifted her coat to better cover the injury. “I know it doesn’t look all that pretty,” she observed. “Don’t really feel it anymore, though.”

“Huh.” Did I really just say that? Huh? Why did I do this sort of stuff at the worst possible times? This was a dead person talking to me. This was one of the Five.

“What… Other legends are there about us?” the Second asked me, curious.

“They say that anyone who sees the Fifth meets and equally violent death…”

“Since solid evidence would remove our mythological status,” came the retort.

Wait.

Before my very eyes, the Second changed; now it was the Fifth who stood before me. Compared to the previous two, she held herself with a challenge in her posture. It was like she dared me to do something. Her very presence was frightening. My hand drifted to my phone, but I didn’t pull it out.

“Good idea not to bring that out,” the Fifth stated.

Right, photos were solid evidence.

The bullet hole in her torso bled in time with every breath; it sounded like it had punctured her lung, though it entered where it looked more like her stomach. I suppressed the urge to shudder.

The Fifth chuckled, “You’re rather smart, aren’t you?”

I didn’t know how to respond. It was just a… survival instinct overpowering my desire for evidence. “How do I know… you wouldn’t still kill me?”

She leaned in close enough I could feel her breath; colder than winter, like death. “You don’t.” She smiled, “But there are a few to discourage me.”

She straightened out, looking down at me. “You’re an interesting type,” she stated, like praise. “Hopefully I’ll see you around.”

The Fifth walked away, fading into the dark just before I started to hear the sound of my friends laughing and chatting away.

I didn’t really tell my friends about meeting the Five (especially that of the Fifth), even though they noticed how unsettled I was. Enough to wreck the mood and head home early. Even though, when I climbed through my window, it was already half past eleven.

The feeling that sat in my gut never quite left throughout the following week. But after another, I had almost completely forgotten about my close encounter with the Five. Until that feeling came back. As though I was being watched by something unknown.

I didn’t look back. This area of town was still brightly lit, and I knew that I could find people eventually. There was a store not too far away, right?

A figure started to walk next to me. I didn’t want to turn to acknowledge them, but I didn’t want to let them stay there, either.

“Let’s go to the store,” the figure said with a low voice.

I took a glance. It was a woman, around-

Around the age of the Five.

That must be why she was so unsettling. Her hood hid their face, and she had the same sort of aura as the other three I had seen.

I decided to go against everything my mind was telling me and went to the store with her.

Inside, she led me to a back corner, where she looked through the products. I studied her; I couldn’t really tell how she died, as there wasn’t any evidence. The sweater she wore was oversized, and her jeans hung loosely.

“I know this is probably really shady to you,” she started, “but I think someone was following you. We’ll find out if he walks in or stays by the door.”

There was indeed another figure in the place, but as we stayed where we were, he moved on without any suspicion.

“Why did you suspect someone was following me?” I asked. “Wouldn’t that mean you were watching me as well?”

“I mean… Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged. “We’ve been keeping a bit of an eye on you, but… it’s mostly out of interest. You’re unique, from all our experiences,” she admitted. “You also find your way around quite a bit.”

“I guess so,” I confessed.

“I could keep an eye on you on your way home, or just…” the Fourth gestured around the place, “stay here.”

I shrugged, glanced around again, and headed to leave. “Your choice.”

I didn’t see the Fourth follow me, but I knew she was watching me. [A strange guardian angel, I suppose.]

Another night I was walking home, taking my usual route through the dimly lit suburban zone, the lights of the city to my back.

That crawling feeling, the sensation on your back, that someone’s eyes are on you, watching every single move you make. I felt it. It seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember where it came from. It’s the feeling where you don’t want to turn around, because then they’ll hide so you don’t see them.

But I caved and turned around.

What I didn’t expect was to see the First.

A dark figure, just barely in my view, half hidden behind one of the large trees that lined the street. They leaned against it, looking at me, expressionless. As I returned their gaze, they stood and grew paler. A crown of blood crossed their forehead, the most contrasting part of their figure.

As they turned to leave, I thought I heard them say, “Thank you.”

Somehow, despite the stories, I felt lucky to have seen all of the Five.

After all, nobody who’s seen the Fifth survived.

#the five #mythyk chat #mythyk writes #writing #story #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #character #worldbuilding #scary #creepy #unsettling #snarled #characters #stories

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starstaiined-old · 5 years

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WHAT POKEMON TYPE ARE YOU?

you represent the DRAGON type ! ( 61.54% Match )

The Dragon type is all about adventure. The most primal guiding force you possess, your craving to explore and conquer would land you at the hand of any historic king. Remember to act on this heroic instinct, and not cloister yourself inside it. Like a dragon, you are extremely protective of what you own. Whether it be your physical possessions or mental acuity, you are extremely prideful of your "treasure". Remember to curb your ego occasionally, Dragon-type: everyone has a unique gift of their own. It is this protective, prideful nature that leads you to have somewhat of a short fuse. This anger, improperly channeled, can lead to disaster. Remember to allow your independent nature to guide you towards the path of a champion, as the heroes of old did. (Fire/Fairy tied for 2nd with 53.85%)

you represent the PSYCHIC/STEEL type ! ( 61.54% Match)

The Psychic type is all about curiosity. You are curious about many things, and have questions for anyone that will listen. This passion for knowledge can take you quite far, if you find the answers you seek. Remember to focus, however: Questions can only be answered with deliberation and attention, and hasty research isn't very valuable. Your knowledge has led you to command an excellent sense of empathy, and understanding for those around you. This social skill, if used correctly, can teach you more than you may realize. Remember, however, to avoid judging others' choices. Although you may have chosen differently, everyone has their motivations, and every choice can lead to an equally valuable lesson.

The Steel type is all about innovation. Always looking for the next big breakthrough or discovery, you can never seem to sit still. Your dedication for projects can be overwhelming to some, but your security in yourself will serve you time and time again. It is important, Steel-type, to remember to treat others with delicacy. While the world of tools and systems may follow strict, unyielding logic, others are not so simple. Your straightforward method of interaction should be mindful of others' feelings and desires. Perhaps, like the systems you enjoy creating, you can create new ways of interaction with dedication and excitement. (Water/Ground tied for 2nd with 53.85%)

you represent the ELECTRIC/FAIRY type ! (61.54% Match)

The Electric type is all about energy. You are like a human rocket, facing any challenge head-on and without slowing down. Despite your headstrong nature, you do enjoy working with teams, who clearly appreciate your drive to complete the task. A goal for you would be to slow down, and listen to other's strategies first. Indeed, you are a blank slate, unpredictable in your tactics. You prefer to tackle a problem head-on, and determine your course of action in the thick of conflict. Be wary, Electric-type, this could land you in trouble. But you have no tricks up your sleeve, you're simply quick-witted, and others surely take notice.

The Fairy type is all about whimsy. Life's no good without a little fun, and you bring fun to the table in spades, Fairy-type. Your natural charms, coupled with your ability to simply chase anything your heart desires, results in others placing an sort of adoration upon you. Remember not to lead yourself, or others, astray on a dead-end road without a plan. This social lifestyle is welcomed by you, though! Affection is your specialty: you may find yourself enjoying physical contact with or by others. You enjoy making sure your companions are loose, happy, and always laughing, by playing innocent pranks or tricks when they least expect it. Remember not to let these jokes become too mean-spirited, Fairy-type. This social lifestyle can often lead to emotional overindulgence, which may be destructive. Remember to not be too whimsical in your approach. After all, laughter is the sweetest when it's savored. (Fire/Normal tied for 2nd w/ 46.15%)

you represent the POISON/ELECTRIC type ! (61.54% Match)

The Poison type is all about maneuverability. Like an assassin, you can navigate the trickiest of social waters with disconcerting ease. Indeed, you seem mysterious to others, constantly toeing the line between anonymity and celebrity. However, for someone so suave, Poison-type, you often forget about the consequences of your actions. Remember that decisions have weight, and sometimes responsibility cannot be avoided. You are eager to analyze a situation, and enjoy the mindgames of sociopolitics. You do certainly know how to strike when the iron is hot, but remember that you may be burned, as well. Everyone has off-days, so don't allow yourself to be too vindictive when you're taken down a peg. (Fire/Fighting tied for 2nd with 53.85%)

you represent the BUG/ROCK/GROUND type ! (46.15% Match)

The Bug type is all about cooperation. Perhaps by yourself, you feel small and insignificant. This is a misconception, though! It is only around others when you become the giant you truly are, commanding great social awareness and insight. You are a familial creature, and work best with like-minded individuals. Be careful, however, Bug-type: Your understanding of a situation can often result in irritation and doubt of others. Don't forget others' skills, as well. You are a remarkably quick thinker, when you need to be. If the situation truly demands it, your mind can create a web of concepts, solutions, and rhetoric in seconds. Remember, however, to retain control of this talent. Your flair for the dramatic is noticeable, Bug-type, and may hinder you more than help.

The Rock type is all about permanence. You are more resilient than most; a hurricane, tsunami, and tornado couldn't stop you from your goals. Indeed, you are a loyal, selfless person, but remember to use this dedication to your own benefit once in a while. A candle burned at both ends will soon snub itself out. You are a pragmatist, at heart. You have a knack for the practical, and tend to follow logic brilliantly. Remember, however, to not let this skill turn you into a rash or stubborn thinker, as you have a tendency to do. There is more to the world than logic, Rock-type, and even the strongest boulders need a soft spot.

The Ground type is all about balance. Like the very Earth itself, you are careful and deliberate in your actions. Your patience is a virtue, and you rarely lose your balance when navigating tricky waters. However, you can remain an enigma, Ground-type. Be sure to communicate your wisdom to others, and perhaps they can assist you in turn. You are somewhat isolated, due to your introspective nature. You have a strong sense of self, and are rather stubborn when forced to deviate from the course you know to be correct. Again, remember others' perspectives, Ground-type. There is more to the world than the earth we walk on, after all. (Steel/Psychic/Ghost tie for 2nd with 38.46%)

you represent the GHOST/POISON/DARK/ROCK/STEEL type ! ( 46.15% Match)

The Ghost type is all about mystery. Like a phantom, your motives and methods seem to disappear as quickly as they emerge. Perhaps this is due to your secretive nature: Indeed, you seem to hide everything you do from sight. Some restraint is beneficial, but perhaps making your presence felt would be beneficial, Ghost-type. You are an introvert, and are comfortable as such. Preferring to spend time on your own can be good for the soul, and indeed it seems to help your spontaneity flourish. While some may call your behavior erratic, you enjoy your unpredictability. While most of the time others see you as an aloof dreamer, your true colors emerge when you play tricks on others. Your mischief is all in good fun, but remember to focus on the task at hand!

The Dark type is all about ambition. You strive for success and advancement, regardless of your accolades. This drive can be beneficial if channeled towards noble goals, and near unstoppable. Remember, however, to not let your bold nature corrupt your desires. You aren't one to quickly trust others, Dark-type. You remain inherently skeptical of others' motives. Perhaps this is due to experience, but it is important to give others a chance. This suspicion often leads you to feel as though you need to deceive others, somehow shifting your identity away from the true you. Masking your own self to remain isolated can be a strength, Dark-type, but also a weakness. As long as you suppress your overly prideful and cospiratory nature, however, your cunning can elevate you to your greatest dreams.

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[TRANS] R2 Sound Episode #2: Kururugi Village, The Inn of Evil Spirit, Scary Geass is Truly Existed

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Kururugi’s Village, The Inn of Evil Spirit, Scary Geass is Truly Existed

(footsteps)

Suzaku: Looking over from the long staircase that reaches the main hall of Kururugi Shrine, the scenery I encounter is still the same as before. This quiet pastoral scenery reminds me of childhood memories I had spent together with Lelouch and Nunnally. The scent of the wind and the sound of twitting birds are still there. However, now I'm not the same as I was then. Knight of Seven, a knight who’ve sworn allegiance to the Emperor of Britannia, Kururugi Suzaku. But only for today, I have to go back to the old me. In order to finish the mission that cannot be accomplished by anyone but me.

(footsteps)

Gino: Huh? I heard that there's a festival in Suzaku's hometown so I even came here to see it. But there's nothing at all here, Lelouch.

Lelouch: Yeah, that's because after Suzaku left, this place became unhabitated.

Anya: Lelouch, where's the FAVORITE-grill?

Lelouch: FAVORITE-grill?

Anya: An Area 11's food that's similar to pizza.

C.C.: Pizza? Where's the pizza?

Anya: Not pizza, FAVORITE-grill.

Lelouch: Oh, perhaps you mean Okonomiyaki? (TN: a name of Japanese food usually sold in traditional festival. Okonomi = taste,as one's like,preference, Yaki = grill)

Anya: I can't find GOLDEN FISH CATHER either.

Lelouch: It's Kingyo Sukui. (TN: Literally means "snatching goldfish", it's a must-have game in Japanese traditional festivals)

Rolo: Brother, just like Gino and Anya said, it seems there is no festival here.

Lelouch: As I've explained, Rolo. I did say that we're going to have a matsuri (offering, worshiping to god), but I didn't say that there is going to be omatsuri (festival).

Rolo: Is it different?

Lelouch: Completely different. The offering I mentioned is a ritual to appease the god that resides in this shrine. The one you were talking about is a temple fair. Basically a FESTIVAL. It's totally different.

C.C.: Eh, so boring. Why do we have to go to see that ritual?

Anya: Number's language is so hard to understand.

Lelouch: Look up the dictionary! Then again, the ones who want to come here in the first place are you guys.

Gino: What is Suzaku going to do here?

Lelouch: That I don't know either. Kururugi Shrine has different origin than the usual Shinto beliefs in Japan. Its origin is older than the establishment of Japan, no, I heard it even goes back to the time before recorded history.

C.C.: Eh, really.

Lelouch: There are various theories on which Shinto shrine is the oldest in Japan, but the most influential among all is the Ōmiwa Shrine in Nara Prefecture. This shrine is the place to worship Ōmononushi-no-kami as the main god, as well as Ōnamuchi-no-kami and Sukunahiko-no-kami.

C.C.: Anya, today your getup looks unusual. What exactly are you wearing?

Anya: Miko(shrine maiden)’s dress. Gino said it's a must-wear for festivals.

Lelouch: I've been wondering for awhile, why the plaque of Kururugi Shrine's main god is hidden. In Buddhist temples, there are hidden Buddhas that can't be seen for religious reasons, but such thing is rare for a Shinto shrine...

Gino: Because, there's someone who said that for Elevens' shrine festival even if you don't know anything else, first of all you need a miko. OH, JAPANESE MIKO GIRL, VERY CUTE.

Anya: AHA~, THANK YOU SO MUCH

Lelouch: Pay attention when other people are talking!

C.C.: Oh, so you're still here, Lelouch.

Lelouch: Listen, since all of you were asking, I was trying to explain what Suzaku is going to-

Suzaku: What am I going to do, Lelouch?

Everyone: Suzaku!

Suzaku: I thought it was so noisy, turns out it's because of you guys. Why are you here?

Lelouch: Cutting to the chase; to see what you'll be doing.

Suzaku: What the, you bothered to come here just for that reason. By the way Anya, what's with that strange clothes?

Gino: It's a miko, Suzaku.

Suzaku: Miko? But isn't she wearing miniskirt?

Gino: Eh?! But this is what your friend with funny glasses told me to prepare, you know.

Suzaku: As I thought, it was Lloyd's idea.

C.C.: Indeed, although I have had several experiences as a miko, I've only worn it with that sort of miniskirt in a cosplay event.

Lelouch: What!?

Suzaku: C.C.'s cosplay. . . .

(imagining)

C.C.: Okay, THINKING TIME is over. Boys, are your delusion finished yet?

Gino, Lelouch, Suzaku: YES MY LORD

C.C.: That being said, that's a big luggage you got there, Kururugi Suzaku. What are you bringing?

Suzaku: Oh, this? Well, what's in this bag is the props needed for the ritual.

Lelouch: Would you do it according to the conduct of Engi-shiki, after all?

Suzaku: What? 'Engi-shiki'? What's that?

Lelouch: As an heir to a Shinto shrine, how could you don't know about things like this. The Engi-shiki is an important literature in Japan that has been passed down from ancient times. It's like a manual for Shinto shrine's activities.

Suzaku: Ah, my family has nothing to do with those.

Lelouch: What?

(Open the luggage)

Suzaku: Well since Kururugi Shrine is a pagan, so for props needed in the rituals, we're using these...

Lelouch: Suzaku!

Gino: Whoa...

Rolo: What's that?

Anya: Gross.

Lelouch: That red and black liquid in that glass jar... could it be...

Suzaku: This is the blood that was squeezed from a decapitated chicken head in the middle of crossroad at midnight.

Rolo: Then, what about that strawdoll?

Suzaku: A cursed strawdoll that was buried for 49 days besides a grave that has no offerings.

Gino: And this rusty iron bar is?

Suzaku: It's katana. A sword that was used to cut off criminals' head in ancient time.

C.C.: It's a pretty unique collection.

Suzaku: This is already much better than the old times. It is said that a hundred years ago, the most beautiful girl in the village is offered as sacrifice.

Lelouch: I've never heard of the usage of these props in a ritual. What are you planning to do here?

Suzaku: Sealing evil spirits. Kururugi Shrine was originally built for this purpose, and the strength of the seal have gradually weakened, so it must be renewed for every 30 years.

Gino: What would happen if it's not renewed?

Suzaku: The seal will be lifted, and the evil spirits will be resurrected.

Lelouch: Evil spirits? What nonsense.

Suzaku: And yet, this is a ritual that must be performed by those who inherit the Kururugi's blood. Then, I'll begin the preparation for the ritual.

Lelouch: So, Suzaku, how will you perform the ritual?

Suzaku: Well, in a word, that is... casually.

C.C.: Casually?

Suzaku: Well, I don't know the details, but this kind of thing is just a matter of feelings.

Rolo: Is that right, brother?

Lelouch: Y-yeah! Precisely.

Suzaku: Well then, ehm ehm. Evil spirits begone, evil spirits begone, be cleansed, be purified, evil spirits begone, evil spirits begone...!

C.C.: Hmm this is more a joke than expected.

Anya: Really just casual.

Lelouch: Oi, Suzaku, somehow the air turns bad.

C.C.: Now that you mentioned it...

Anya: There's something coming out from inside the altar!

Evil Spirit (with Emperor Charles' voice): Who dare to disturb me in my sleep, paparapa~?

Everyone: Ooooh!!

Lelouch: What is this monster?! Is this really an evil spirit?

Evil Spirit: So it's you people who sing strange spells in my ear, paparapa~.

Everyone: No, that's only Kururugi Suzaku.

Suzaku: Eeehh?!

Evil Spirit: I see, so it's you! Long time no see Kururugi's son, paparapa~.

Suzaku: Eh, err, um, excuse me, is it correct that you're a classified evil spirit?

Lelouch: Why used polite speech.

Evil Spirit: The answer is YES. Now let me eat all of you, paparapa~

Gino: The development is too fast.

Rolo: Because we've already far exceeded the scheduled time after all.

Lelouch: Suzaku, what're you planning to do for this kind of situation!?

Suzaku: Shit! Casual incantation are not enough after all!

Anya: It can even be said it's counterproductive.

Suzaku: Aish! Now that it comes to this, only Lancelot can be used to dispel the evil spirit!

(Lancelot starter)

Suzaku: Damn evil spirit, prepare yourself!

Evil Spirit: Don't underestimate me, paparapa.

Suzaku: I got defeated in just a brief-aaaah....!

Lelouch: What?! With just one attack Suzaku's Lancelot is...

Gino: Then, let me use Tristan to... aaah!

Anya: Gino; instantly killed.

Rolo: I'll stop the time with GEASS, then use Vincent to... waaah!

Lelouch: Rolo!

Rolo: I'm sorry, brother, I can't do anything....!

Suzaku, Gino, Rolo: Ah. . . . . !

Lelouch: There's no other way. Now that it comes to this, I have to be the one to do something to deal with this.

Evil Spirit: Oh? What kind of technique will you show me, paparapa?

Lelouch: There is no need for any technique. I just need to deny your existence.

Evil spirit: WHAT!?

Lelouch: Ghosts like evil spirits are nothing but strong imaginary that people themselves created. In other words, they're group hypnotic. Therefore, the you in front of me, are only an illusion created by my mind.

Evil Spirit: I am an illusion, paparapa?

Lelouch: Yes, Evil Spirit. Try to ask yourself, do you have parents, or families?

Evil Spirit: That kind of thing, I don't!

Lelouch: Right, you can't possibily do! Why? Because it's our brain that created you here, you don't actually exist. You're a shadow, an illusion!

Evil Spirit: What even...

Lelouch: Lelouch vi Britannia command you, for your entire existence to be denied!

Evil Spirit: As you said.... Don't screw with me! Paparapa.

Lelouch: Shit! So this isn't working after all.

Evil Spirit: Damn humans, wasting my time with these kinds of trick. This time I must eat all of you and bring disaster to this world, paparapa!

C.C.: What now that you’ve uselessly provoked him, Lelouch?

Lelouch: Don't panic! There was just a small error in my calculation.

Xingke: Well, we wouldn't want to get cursed because of your calculation error, would we.

Lelouch: What, Xingke!? And there's Tianzi too!

Xingke: I sensed a strange irregularity so I come down to check and find this situation. Tianzi-sama, what should we do?

Tianzi: There's no other way, Xingke. We can't just ignore it right, Kaguya-sama?

Kaguya: Right! Just as Tianzi-sama said.

Lelouch: Kaguya! Even you are...

Anya: Unconventional development.

Xingke: Rest assured, Lelouch, I was born in a family that mastered the art of Qimen Dunjia and Feng Shui from the past. This type of demon or evil spirit is no match for me.

Tianzi: As expected from Xingke, really reliable.

Lelouch: No, I’ve never heard of such thing in your backstory.

Xingke: Don't mind too much, it's just a fun setting made for a spinoff story.

C.C.: No subtlety at all.

Xingke: Evil spirit, give in before my presence! %^%%*^*$(%.... Come, everyone follow me!

Everyone: E-eeh?!

Lelouch: Do we have to recite that too, Xingke?

Xingke: That's right, this is the spell that's used to drive out the devil. Come, together!

Everyone: %^%%*^*$(%....

Xingke: No energy! Say it louder!

Together: %^%%*^*$(%!!

Evil Spirit: Pfft, that kind of spell is useless, paparapa.

Xingke: Impossible! Why?!

Evil Spirit: An old spell like that has already outdated, paparapa. I'll also make you fly to the star!

Xingke: Waaah!

Tianzi: No~ Xingke....!

Lelouch: Tch! Is there nothing else we can do?!

Evil Spirit: However, it wouldn't be impossible to negotiate if the most beautiful woman in this area is dedicated to me as living sacrifice, paparapa.

Lelouch: Sacrifice?! Stop dreaming, Evil Spirit! Who would want to do such a thing?!

C.C.: I see. Although I'm reluctant, there's no other way but for me to give my body.

Kaguya: Wait a minute, C.C., that should be my role to fulfill!

Anya: The most suitable one should be me.

Tianzi: Even though I'm young, I have to become a sacrifice for Evil Spirit. It's heartbreaking, but it’s something that needs to be done.

Lelouch: W-wait! Why are all of you so eager to be the offering-wah!

Evil Spirit: The most beautiful women seem to be here.

C.C.: Since the most beautiful woman is the one to be appointed, there's no one else but ME, right?

Kaguya: If you are that cheeky, dying a thousand times won't be enough!

Tianzi: If we put future state into consideration, then for this role I should be-

Anya: Shut up, little girl.

Tianzi: You too are the same.

Lelouch: Gah! Stop it, all of you! I definitely won't let any of you to be a sacrifice! It's absolutely not allowed!

Evil Spirit: What is this? Is no one going to be the sacrifice? Then I'm going to annihilate all of you, paparapa.

Lelouch: !! Is it over for us!?

C.C.: It's too early to give up, Lelouch.

Lelouch: What?

C.C.: Only this spell I never want to use. But at this point, there's no other way. Listen well, Evil Spirit! The cursed existence in the Underworld, I command you in the name of Taniguchi Goro, immediately return to the realm in which you belong!

Evil Spirit: A-aaah...

Lelouch: He's disappearing? What is this spell!?

C.C.: In the name of Okouchi Ichiro, the end of cause and effect, the end of the beginning of universe, the point of chaos. Go to slumber in the permanent graveyard!

Evil Spirit: Ah... why is it... why do I feel that if I don't listen to the order, something very horrible will happen? Ah, I really don't want to.... ah, paparapa!

Lelouch: The Evil Spirit is... gone!? We did it...! Amazing, C.C.!

Kaguya: It's annoying but I'll admit it's a brilliant skill.

Anya: A miraculous spell..., what is it?

C.C.: The spell that's used to praise the Creator who governs this world, and we cannot rebel against this Creator.

Lelouch: Is that so?

Tianzi: This sounds like creepy stories that sends chill down your spine.

Lelouch: Well, doesn't matter. With this, now the world is saved. Everyone! Let's go home!

Anya: I'm hungry.

C.C.: Me too, Lelouch.

Lelouch: Why are you telling me?

Kaguya: Then, let's eat pizza together!

C.C.: Oh, that's a really good idea.

Lelouch: Sigh, what a bunch of carefree people.

C.C.: Still not as much as you.

Everyone: Hahahaha!

(crows)

Rolo: Ah, it's the first star!

Xingke: In the mountains it gets dark pretty fast.

Gino: What do we do, Suzaku?

Rolo: Our KMF can't move anymore.

Suzaku: Soon Lelouch and the others will definitely find us. Just hold on for a while.

Gino: It seems like it will be cold tonight.

Xingke: Tianzi-sama, your Xingke is here.

Suzaku, Gino, Rolo, Xingke: Quickly come and find us....!

(crows)

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solo-trio · 6 years

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High Significance (Pt. 1)

Summary: After meeting the Solo triplets, you dialed down on your habit a great deal. What will they think of you when they catch you mid-puff ?

Pairings- Solo triplets x Reader

Words- 2.4K

Warnings- Marijuana use, Marijuana mention, Slight suggestive themes

A/N: My Laptop was in the shop so I haven’t been able to post new works, but I’ve had this idea for awhile and I’m excited for our triplets to break a few rules. Enjoy! Don’t forget to send in any requests you may think of !

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You’d really dialed down on your habit after meeting the Solo triplets. Smoking weed used to be a four or five time a week activity for you. Nothing ended a great day like sitting down with your best friend,smoking a bowl, listening to music,and relaxing in comfy clothes on your plush couch. Food tasted better, jokes came across funnier, and every new strain you tried held a mysterious unique effect the both of you uncovered together.

The boys had sauntered into your life unexpectedly, giving you no time to notice your steady dialing back. You never consciously made the decision to quit, but as you spent more time getting to know each of them and going on amazing dates, you had less time and less money to spend on your extracurricular activity. Kylo, Ben, and Matt had been the best things to happen to you and you never once expected that smoking would be present in the experimental relationship you found with the three of them. Not one of them had ever brought up doing anything worse than getting drunk on whatever alcohol was the flavor of the evening. You never pushed it, being more than happy to just use alcohol as a means for fun. You’d always prefer staying up late texting Kylo or being able to go for jog with Ben than lighting a blunt and eventually passing out. The change was even less noticeable while you still hung out with your best friend, finding new hidden spots around town to explore.

Every so often though, you itched for a bowl though, to just be a little bad. You had always had a fascination with watching the smoke, as if your secrets were ghosts escaping from the portal that was your lips, dissipating into the air and no longer haunting you. You would go onto your balcony while your partners were at work or fast asleep to get just the right level of high and stare at the grey smoke as it rolled through the air and bent the moonlight making shadowy figures of its own on the ground. You disposed of any evidence thoroughly and quickly. It wasn’t a part of who you were anymore but the small instances when you could indulge yourself brought an extra glimmer of peace to your mind that you could never abandon fully.

This specific day, for a reason you couldn’t decipher, all your mind could relish was the memory of your chest warming, your mind numbing, and the hope of feeling it again. It had been quite awhile since the last time you took time to yourself to breathe in the THC. Your eyes had been peering towards your dresser drawer more frequently. To icing the cake, work had progressed less than perfect. You’d been out of it and spent most of the day performing errands and completing busy work. A bowl sounded heavenly at this moment.

Standing in your kitchen, the clock read 3:15, only a minute had passed since you had last checked the time. You fidgeted with you hair and nails as you tried to subdue the want. The stress of fighting with yourself only added to the pressure that was driving you toward the drawer. You weighed out if doing it was worth going behind their backs again. You hated not telling them, but what would you say? “I don’t know if you guys are cool with weed but I smoke it once every three months” You chuckled out loud imagining your confession. Once every three months wasn’t even a statistic worth mentioning. You’d just get funny looks and a whole flurry of unnecessary questions. Other than relying on the substance, you tried some other activities you usually found soothing. After a chapter of a new book and an episode of Daredevil, you still found yourself yearning to create new smoke swirls. You dragged your feet to the kitchen and filled a glass halfway with water. Your fingernails were demolished from anxious biting and you had to busy your hands. As the water swirled in your mouth, you felt dissatisfied, knowing if you were high it would be a more vibrant sensation. Your eyes were pulled to the stove yet again as you downed the drink. 4:30, it read. It was now or never. You were aware this might be a close call but you resolved yourself to packing a small bowl before the boys came home. This constant internal fight wasn’t worth it. You dug in your closest, finding your stash. You felt the muscles in your shoulders cease their clenching as you rolled the sticky herb between your fingers. Your bowl was perfectly sized and, despite that, you packed it looser than usual. You figured it would take less time to burn through in that state. After you set what was ready to go on the nightstand, you changed. Any experience was better if you were comfortable. You perused Kylo’s closet. The tallest siblings shirts were the best dresses on you. You came across a hanging garment that had inspired a rather pleasurable night with your brooding boyfriend. The look on his face as you sauntered out in it was truly a rare sight that had you smiling fondly as you recalled it. You exchanged your professional work attire for that special T-shirt and panties underneath.

Sauntering to the balcony, you connected your phone to your Bluetooth speaker and played the hardcore songs you truly loved but tried to limit in the presence of your beaus. You danced around your smoke, waving your hands through it and trying different tricks playfully. Your lungs felt on fire every time you inhaled. You had made it a contest with yourself to see how much you could take before adding to the cloud developing on the balcony. You had burnt through most of your bowl when you went for one more puff, knowing you had to be pushing it close to when you significant others would stroll through the door expecting a kiss from their favorite companion. You were headbanging when you heard the door frame squeak and catch repeatedly on the bottom track behind you.

You spun around expecting a burglar, hoping for a burglar, over who really witnessed you, pipe in hand. Your sweet Matt’s eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. While your breath stuck from shock, the smoke charred your throat and you started hacking uncontrollably after lack of proper exhale. You paused the music and your coughs grew louder among the stillness of your neighborhood. Matt rushed to your hunched over frame. “Woah (y/n) are you ok,” he asked, worried at your side. He was the only one of the brothers you saw in the doorway until your choking on air caused the other two to rush up and also witness the scene. You reassured Matt that you were fine once your body allowed you to breath enough to speak. All three gazes burned far worse than your airways. “What are you doing out here?” Matt, no longer worried about your wellbeing, perused the table. You decided against responding. You expected to see disappointment as you peeked from the ground to look at your boyfriends. Matt’s eyes were filled with a sentiment opposite from the disappointment that you expected to face though. You recognized a look of curiosity in his warm chocolate irises. Looking next to Kylo, he embodied the worst possibility of reactions. With clenched fists, he stood waiting for an explanation but wouldn’t meet your eyes. The only thing that held his attention was the now extinguished substance filling the blue and green glass pipe. Ben was your last focus. His eyebrows were raised and a smirk played at his lips as he stepped out onto the balcony to join Matt and you.

“Why I do believe our precious girl is getting high.” His voice was light and teasing. You didn’t need to confirm his evaluation. He didn’t stop advancing until he was placed right in front of you with his finger under your chin, stretching your neck so you’d have to face him. “Who knew you were such a bad girl,” he purred. Feeling hazy wisps of your impending high lick at the edges of your conscious, you felt yourself seduced completely by his reaction. His intense energy made you feel as if you were the only two people that were there before Matt interjected.

“Wait...High like weed?” The blonde, again, only seemed to ask out of honest interest. Ben dropped his hand, annoyed by the interruption.

“Yes Matty like weed.” Ben rolled his eyes as if he was dealing with a child. While your charming triplet was occupied responding to Matt’s questions, all you could do was stare guiltily at Kylo as he seemed to grow angrier.

“What does it feel like?” Matt looked to you now to see if he could perceive any noticeable changes in your behavior or actions. Kylo finally blew.

“Who cares. It’s for wastes of space who do nothing to contribute to society and kill brain cells for fun,” He sternly said. The onsetting buzz you felt caused you to take his outburst straight to heart. You looked at the ground sadly as a your lips melted into a frown.

“Come on Kylo you know that’s not true. Lots of people do it,” Ben defended you. He pulled you close, his front pressed flush against back, and kissed your neck. Your brain took a bit to process the stimulation but you were grinning once again after you felt the comforting press of him at your side. After recapturing your interest, the flirt pecked your lips, and winked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.“Now I know you know how to shotgun princess.”You lit up at his wanting to join you.

“Ben you can’t be serious! I don’t know if you guys have forgotten but weed is illegal here! What if someone had found out and called the cops?” Kylo was now yelling, causing you to cringe into Ben as he put a protective arm around you. “It’s stupid and reckless. I can’t believe you’d hide something like this from us. Do you do any other drugs? What else have you lied about?” Kylo shot accusation after accusation at you. Being considerably high, paranoia started setting in. The other siblings did find interest in his last question and turned to you for answers. You were having trouble piecing together a response under pressure so you said whatever came to mind first, relying fully on your emotions.

“No-no I would never. I only smoke and I barely ever do it. Once in a long while. I didn’t tell you because It’s not even a part of my life. I never smoke when we’re together or I have anything planned. Please believe me,” you pleaded, aiming your response to Kylo. Ben and Matt sighed in relief hearing the sincerity of your tone. Matt rubbed your arm reassuringly as he was the first to respond.

“It’s ok (y/n) we all have different ways of relieving stress.” you sighed as you pulled the corners of your mouth up.

“Thank you Matt I truly never meant to hurt any of you.” you needed Kylo to see how remorseful you felt. Ben kissed the side of your head.

“You know you can tell us anything right? I’m a little disappointed you hid this but-“

“Ben please I’m so so-,“ you pleaded with him, praying he didn’t hate you.

“- but,” he put a finger to your lips to silence you, “I understand. It’s not even worth mentioning” He got to finish. You sighed in relief pulling both boys to your height so you had access to their cheeks where you wished to plant kisses of gratitude. You waited hopefully for a similar response from Kylo.

“Keep the shirt. The smells probably stuck in there.” He scoffed, turning to slam the sliding door shut behind him. You could feel guilt poison every atom in your being. Tears prickled your eyes as you lived out the worst experience of being high in history. Your emotions throughout the past moments had been a roller coaster of ups and downs. Your eyes stung with dryness and your body felt heavy from the prolonged weight on your feet.

Ben and Matt tried to comfort you, accommodating the state you were in. They had convinced you to let Kylo sleep on it and let him have some space. They joked with and teased you, helping to turn your mood around and have a little fun. Ben even smoked a little with you and you both taught Matt how to hit a pipe. For the whole remainder of your elated state however, your paranoia never fully disappeared. It beat you down, whispering how excited Kylo was to finally leave someone as pathetic as you and how everything you said had only made it worse, making him hate you more. You all three popped in a movie as Ben and you were feeling the standard effects. Languidly, you leaned into Ben and bit his neck before licking up the side of the now reddened skin. Your body felt warm and your mind worked wonderfully slow as you hoped to get Ben riled up enough to join you in bed. Thinking about Ben and seeing his smile helped your doubts. He chuckled before raising his brows surprisingly at the ministrations of your tongue. You noticed Matt had excused himself leaving only you two in the living room.

“Yes kitten?” Ben responded to the affection his neck was getting.

“I bet you’d feel so good against me right now,” you whispered breathily into his ear. His neck twisted towards you. His eyes now seemed glazed over as he let himself glance at the outline of your breasts against your shirt. Your breathing grew heavier as you straddled his hips and starting making out with him. Your tongue tried to feel out every inch of his mouth as his fought you for dominance. You lowered yourself to grind against his thigh, craving stimulation. His hands wandered all over your body. He eventually settled for gripping your waist tightly with one handing and grabbing a handful of your ass with the other. Ben groaned feeling you against him and lazily rolled his head back. You gripped his shoulders and kept relentlessly at his neck while he groped you and moved you grind against him fully. Your sturdy love then hooked his arms under your thighs and you giggled into his lips as you were hoisted up. Ben granted your every wish in bed, the high adding an exciting new dynamic and helping you avoid the situation you’d have to remedy in the morning.

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The origins of Halloween and its impish past in Kansas

KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Halloween is right around the corner, making it a great time to learn about the holiday’s origins and history. Most scholars agree that the ancient holiday originated from Celtic harvest festivals, particularly the Gaelic festival Samhain.

During the Christianization of Europe in the middle ages, pagan festivals were borrowed and reconstructed by the early Church into its practices. Today Halloween is a mix of customs from several different cultures across time. The Midwest even has its own unique stamp on the holiday — in St. Louis children are encouraged to tell a joke or story before they receive a piece of candy.

Allhalloween, All Hallows’ Eve, or All Saints’ Eve are all names for a celebration observed in several countries on October 31. It is the eve of the Western Christian feast of All Hallows’ Day, a festival to celebrate and honor all the saints, known and unknown. Several churches do not practice this and could be unfamiliar with the practice. Several Catholic, Anglican, Methodist, Nazarene, Lutheran, and other Protestant churches recognize it in some way. For many, it’s a way to honor the faithful departed, those who made an impact on the congregation, or to remember deceased loved ones.

Halloween didn’t spread in North America until the 19th century when Irish and Scottish immigrants emigrated to the continent. Kansas City’s foundation was primarily laid out by Irish settlers; they built and constructed some of the first buildings and roads here.

The practical and magical uses of Samhain in Ireland

The Irish settlers also brought to the Midwest their ties to Samhain, which roughly translates to “summer’s end.” The festival marks a practical purpose for farmers: the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter. Back in Ireland, Samhain marked the halfway point between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. It is one of four traditional Gaelic seasonal festivals, along with Imbolc, Bealtaine, and Lughnasadh.

Some historians argue there is evidence that Samhain, or something close to it, dates back tens of thousands of years. Some Neolithic passage tombs in Ireland are aligned to the timing of the sunrise in Samhain. The term is mentioned in some of Ireland’s oldest literature, lore, and mythology. For agricultural peoples, the festival signaled a time for preparation: the harshness of winter is on the way, food needs to be in storage, and homes must be tidied. Religious ceremonies and rituals obviously rose up in conjunction to this.

For thousands of years during Samhain, it was customary for Irish farmers to move their cattle from their summer pastures to shelters — or the cows and other livestock were slaughtered for winter. Bonfires started this time of year for both practical and superstitious reasons — some believed the flames were a protective charm or a type of cleansing magic. Later with the blend of Christianity into Samhain, the bonfires served to keep away the devil.

People made offerings to spirits or fairies — called the Aos Sí. The Irish did this to ensure they and their livestock survived the cold weather. Many left out food or drink offerings to the fairies. There was also the belief that souls of the dead would revisit their homes for some hospitality. Over the centuries, Samhain and All Saints’ merged to create the modern Halloween we know today. Historians often use the term Samhain to refer to Gaelic Halloween traditions that existed all the way to the 19th century.

In medieval Ireland, Samhain also marked an important switch in the year for economic matters. The holiday ended the season for trade and was a time for tribal gatherings — which often consisted of sharing familiar tales. Irish myths were originally an oral tradition, but many of the stories were eventually written down by Christian monks in the Middle Ages. They put their own Christian spin on many of the tales, particularly ones they didn’t completely understand or agree with.

Some of the ancient customs for Samhain included games to tell the future or as a means of entertainment, such as: apple bobbing, nut roasting, scrying or mirror-gazing, pouring molten lead or egg whites into water, and dream interpretation.

A history of Halloween in the United States

In the United States, Halloween spread from immigrant communities during the mid-19th century. Many of the immigrants were escaping the perils of Ireland’s Great Potato Famine. Millions in Ireland died during the period of starvation from about 1845 to 1849. Those who sought refuge from the crisis moved to foreign lands.

Halloween in the United States gradually became mainstream. By the first decade of the 20th century, it was celebrated coast to coast by people of all backgrounds. Halloween today is a mixture of Christian eschatology; pagan myths, popular works of Gothic and horror literature, like Frankenstein and Dracula; Hollywood movies; ghost stories and lore; and the harvest season.

Trick-or-treating has also taken several different forms over the centuries. In England, from the medieval period up until about the 1930s, people practiced the Christian custom of souling on Halloween. Souling means to ask or beg for donations of food.

Groups of both Protestants and Catholics went from parish to parish begging the rich for soul cakes — often made from currants, oats, and flour — in exchange for praying for the souls of the givers and their friends.

In Scotland and Ireland, guising became popular among children – they dressed in costumes and went door to door for food or coins. The Halloween tradition in Scotland dates back to the year 1895. Children masqueraders also carried lanterns made from carved turnips.

The practice of guising during Halloween in North America dates back to roughly 1911; that year a newspaper in Kingston, Ontario, Canada reported children going “guising” around their neighborhood.

Trick-or-treating didn’t become a widespread practice until the 1930s, with the first U.S. appearance of the term in 1934, and the first use in a national publication occurring in 1939 — interestingly enough that’s the year the mega popular film The Wizard of Oz released into theaters. An acceptance of the fantastical and spooky was on the rise.

The first mass-produced Halloween costumes appeared in stores in the 1930s. Costumes over time widen in selection. Traditionally the clothes were modeled after supernatural figures like werewolves, witches, monsters, ghosts, and skeletons. (Costumes like in It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.)

Halloween in Kansas’ past

Halloween celebrations in Kansas during the 19th century and early 20th century are vastly different from what we experience today. Newspapers and old records reveal tricks were more common than treats. In fact parents, teachers, and towns came up with other delights to get children to forgo their pesky pranks.

Halloween night in 1897 was rough for the town of Chanute in southeast Kansas. The Chanute Daily Tribune reported widespread damage in the area the following day. The November 1st issue noted that: “The sewer pipe was rolled into the big ditch and some of it broken. Thomas’ wagon was broken, gates were taken off and in some instances lost, outhouses thrown over and broken up, and in some places the sidewalks were torn up.” Earlier in the week the Daily Tribune urged boys not to tamper with property or to “pull up culverts and bridges because you may endanger life by doing so.”

Wichita set rules to prevent Halloween shenanigans in 1899. According to the Kansas History Society, the city threatened those who engaged in pranks with jail time.

The Wichita Eagle reported the following on October 31, 1899: “Chief Cubbon has issued an order that all boys, large or small, caught molesting property will be punished by fine and maybe by imprisonment.” Even still, police found several signs and boxes in the wrong place in downtown Wichita that night.

Hiawatha, in northeast Kansas, had a terrible time with Halloween trickery in the early years of the 20th century. The Hiawatha Daily World was pleased to call the 1913 holiday “the most sane Hallowe’en that Hiawatha has had in many a year. Outside of the one dangerous act of filling an old delivery wagon with inflammable material, setting it on fire and hauling it along the streets, there was no outrageous acts perpetrated, no pyramids of old vehicles and buildings in the streets, or on the corners.”

The same paper reported a boy from a nearby town was hurt when the horse he was riding crashed into some machinery placed on the road by pranksters.

In order to stop the nonsense, Hiawatha created an annual Halloween Frolic — which continues to this day. In 1914, Mrs. John Krebs held a party for the Hiawatha children. In those first years, the children put on costumes and decorated their bikes and wagons. The Halloween Frolic tradition expanded over the years to include two big parades, contests with trophies and cash prizes, and a Halloween Queen contest.

Towns throughout the United States copied the Halloween Frolic to help prevent widespread pranks. Local business owners who were eager to avoid property damage in Hiawatha on the night have provided cash prizes for the best costumes. The local newspaper proudly reported on the first Frolic in 1915, “There was no destroying of property and the marshals had the lonesomest Hallowe’en they have ever had.”

Private dinner parties also became the norm for Halloween during the early 20th century. The Hays Daily News informed its readers of a Halloween banquet and dance in 1930 at the Lamer Hotel: “A centerpiece in the room was fashioned of corn shocks and piled high with autumn fruits and vegetables. Each table held a centerpiece of a pumpkin filled with fruit on an orange and black paper decoration. Orange colored balloons were suspended from the chandeliers and gangling skeleton figures hung at each window. Jack O’Lanterns were used for lights.”

Widespread antics and methods to bring order

During the late 1800s to the mid 1900s, children, particularly boys, categorically participated in large Halloween pranks — but this sometimes turned into vandalism or even violence. The night of October 31, 1879 in Newport, Kentucky some 200 boys hid a stuffed figure on train tracks spooking the train’s engineer leading him to pull the brake and halt the iron horse just in the nick of time. But it was only the antics of the youth, not a real person on the train’s path. The boys reportedly howled with amusement when the train stopped.

Across the United States in the latter 1800s, common Halloween tricks included placing farmers’ wagons and livestock on barn roofs (great question as to how), uprooting vegetables in gardens, and tipping over outhouses. Youths unhinged gates allowing livestock to escape — which led to the nickname for Halloween: the aptly called Gate Night.

The invention of the automobile invited more opportunities for mischief. Teens removed manhole covers from streets, deflated tires, and placed fake detour signs to confuse drivers.

At first, the pranking was fairly innocent and limited to rural communities, but as metropolitan areas expanded, kids took their pranking into the cities including intentionally setting fires, breaking glass, and tripping pedestrians. It was a really obnoxious time for adults — boys ran through city streets splattering people with bags of flour or black stockings filled with ashes. In 1918, youths in Kansas City, Kansas used candles to wax streetcar tracks on a steep hill. This caused a vehicle to slip and crash into another streetcar, seriously injuring a conductor, Miss Tracy Kloeppel.

The article in The Topeka State Journal reported Kloeppel’s internal injuries might lead to her death. Nine boys were held without bond by police because of the Halloween prank. Kansas state law made parents responsible for the pranks their children created; the street car company announced it “would prosecute the boys now held.”

During the 1930s, civic and religious authorities, community organizations, and families came together in different metros to come up with plans to preoccupy children and prevent pranks. This led to the emergence of Halloween centered parties, carnivals, and costume parades. With the economic free fall of the Great Depression, looting and chaos erupted to its magnum opus on Halloween nights. Some cities were considering banning Halloween altogether.

Every decade posed a new zeitgeist for Halloween in America. During World War II, youth took pledges to support the soldiers and sailors abroad by not engaging in Halloween vandalism. Children in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, vowed to “back our fighting men by observing Halloween as they would want me to. I will share in good, clean fun and merriment, fight against waste and damage!”

In the 1950s, the mischief didn’t die out completely. It just moved to the night before Halloween. The children wanted a combination of tricks and treats, mischief and candy. Sometimes the “preoccupation campaign” failed to distract the kids and made them want more of the holiday altogether.

In parts of the Northeast, October 30 became known as Mischief Night. It was called Goosey Night in parts of New Jersey. Dating back to the old Scottish pranking tradition, it was even known as Cabbage Night by some locales. Vandalism during this time usually involved soaping windows, spraying shaving cream, throwing eggs at houses, or tossing toilet paper over trees and bushes.

The baby boom in the 1950s brought Halloween parties to homes and classrooms. Trick-or-treating, which had tapered off, was revived this decade. Many families took part in it to give their children candy and steer them away from tricks.

No American city does Halloween like St. Louis

In St. Louis, there’s a whole other spin on trick-or-treat. Children are highly encouraged to tell jokes to get sweets. It’s hard to pinpoint when exactly the joke telling on Halloween started in St. Louis. Dr. John Oldani, Author of “St. Lou-isms” wrote that it dates back at least a century.

Dr. Oldani told USA Today the tradition comes from Samhain. In Irish lore, people were said to come back from the dead on Halloween night. Muck Olla was an entity no one wanted to greet.

Oldani told USA Today: “He was haunting everyone, so you had to go to the house dressed in a costume, so he would not grab you… [if Olla knew] who you were, you had to ask for something to give him.” Oldani said during the traditional Samhain, people would tell a joke or recite a poem as the necessary gift. It was also meant to ward off evil spirits.

The word Halloween dates back in historic records to about the year 1745. Jump to the year 2019, and roughly one quarter of all the candy sold throughout the year in the U.S. is purchased for October 31st. Halloween has grown to become America’s second largest commercial holiday after Christmas.

from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports https://fox4kc.com/2019/10/13/the-origins-of-halloween-and-its-impish-past-in-kansas/

from Kansas City Happenings https://kansascityhappenings.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/the-origins-of-halloween-and-its-impish-past-in-kansas/

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