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Witches don't owe you mundanity, actually.
Discussions about "mundane before magic" are important. I'm not against them.
When I was working full time, for half of the year I woke up before sunrise, worked all day indoors, and drove home after sunset. Being able to experience the weather felt like a truly magical event. Feeling the sun on my skin felt like a kiss from the gods.
And it's very handy for there to be awareness that, no, Apollo wasn't calling to me to be a devotee because the one day I was really stressed in December the clouds broke and it was sunny in the outdoor seating area.
Clouds just move sometimes.
But I am against people's need to come into conversations which are specifically about real magic that is happening, and say, "hold on! What if it's not happening, though? Rule out mundane first!"
It's actually fine for witches to have conversations that assume the reality of magic without people needing to barge in and say, "wait! What if this isn't magic at all?"
These conversations are not inherently unsafe or irrational.
The people participating in them are not automatically mentally ill or in need of medical treatment.
"Mundane before magical" is not a talisman that needs to be hung on conversations before they can be rational and useful.
It is not up to you to decide the route other practitioners want to take in order to explore their own experiences.
Sound bites about "ruling out mundane" aren't helpful if people do not understand how to practically apply that advice.
People are not obligated to trot out a list of their mundane discernment techniques before they make a magical post about magic in the magical community, and declining to do so does not mean that they failed to take those steps.
For heaven's sake. If you cannot comfortably exist around magical conversations without assuming that everyone else is engaging in irrational thinking, you are the problem.
Conversations about developing discernment of mundanity itself are very good and healthy.
But these talking points do not belong in every single conversation. Much less in personal posts where a person is just sharing cute photos of spells they did!
Look, practitioners do not owe you mundanity.
Practitioners do not owe you an explanation of the mundane shit they've done in conjunction with a spell.
Practitioners do not owe you an explanation of the mental health counseling they've received as part of their spiritual journey.
Practitioners are not obligated to tack on lip-service "mundane first :3" disclaimers onto posts that are clearly discussing the reality of magic within their own paradigm.
Magical practitioners do not owe you mundanity.
Please, make your own posts about mundanity discernment. Do research, ask practitioners, make well-rounded masterposts. Share and reblog these posts. Link them when appropriate. Be a part of the conversation that highlights these important issues and discernment skills. Contribute resources when people ask for help with their magical discernment.
But don't think that walking into any random post and asking OP why they assumed they had a magical experience is helpful in the slightest.
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how do you feel about gen ed requirements in college majors?
Oooh, that's a good question, because I feel genuinely conflicted about it.
Cards on the table, I should say that I picked my undergraduate university precisely because it had a broad core curriculum of literature, philosophy, art, music, and science (and because it didn't require math) for all majors.
As a freshman, I had very wide-ranging interests and wasn't sure what I wanted to do for my major when I started, even though I started taking as many history electives as possible starting in my second semester. But even though I didn't need much time to "find myself," I still feel that the "well-rounded" education I received was good for my intellectual development, my ability to participate in society, and so forth.
And then there's the fact that my grad school career was entirely dependent on history classes being used as gatekeeping requirements for poli sci, communications, and sociology majors, which generated a steady demand for TA labor. So I do recognize that gen ed requirements are absolutely essential to the economics of many disciplines, and universities would have to rethink how they fund departments if they got rid of gen ed requirements altogether.
That being said, I do recognize that these kinds of requirements can also be really bad for students who are quite different from myself. As generations of students forced to take Physics for Poets or English for Engineers can testify, it can be legitimately frustrating for people who have a strength and an interest in an area that they want to develop that they can't specialize and instead have their academic success depend in part on their weakest subjects. Moreover, given the rise of tuition prices and student debt, every additional class a student has to take is more of a burden on their shoulders.
This is where I see a symptoms/cause long-term/short-term thing going on. Because of increasing competition, credentialism and credential inflation, and the increasing uncertainty about whether rising educational costs will be requited with secure employment at a professional income, I totally understand those people who want to make the college experience shorter and more specialized as a way to save money.
At the same time, if we ask ourselves why we provide education as a society (as opposed to making employers pay the bill for the training of their workforce), I go the other way. In order for modern democracy to function effectively, we need the population to have a baseline of quantitative reasoning so that they can tell when someone is lying with statistics, to be able to close-read texts so that they can tell when someone is lying with rhetoric, and to be sufficiently media-literate to spot propaganda and misinformation.
That being said, if we are going to say to young people that they have to acquire all these skills, the quid-pro-quo is that we have to provide education as a de-commodified public good, and guarantee a job to everyone, so that the economic incentives pushing us towards shorter, more specialized higher education no longer exist.
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Glasses
A teeny, tiny drabble so that I could participate and do something for @nestaarcheronweek despite my crazy, hectic life. I've always imagined that Nesta wears glasses for work or reading or something, and that it drives Cassian absolutely nuts. I wish I had more time to make this more, maybe some day, but for now, I give you Cassian appreciating Nesta in glasses. 💕
Am I still good to swing by to bring your key back?
Yep! Working from home and have no more meetings today. Come by whenever you want, no need to knock.
Cassian smiled at the words flashing across his screen as he reached the windowed door that revealed the doors to the two apartments in Nesta's converted townhouse. Nesta had already told him twice that he could come by any time after noon today, but he let his nerves get the better of him and he had to check just one last time. Even if he was already on her street.
"How are you already here?" the silky sharp voice of his girlfriend asked, carrying easily down the stairs as he opened the door to her apartment.
Cassian chuckled, closing the door and locking it behind him. "Couldn't get to you fast enough, sweetheart," he called up as he began to climb. It was a steep staircase. And dark. He hated it. Nesta could really hurt herself on it, and that was something he wouldn't be able to handle. Cassian dreaded the day he got a call telling him she'd fallen down these damn stairs.
Reaching the main floor, he set the keys down on the tall table in front of him just as a large, cream furball let out a loud hiss.
"Even after feeding you for a week, you still hate me?" he muttered, bending down to see if Ataraxia would sniff at his fingers. The furry little beast lifted his nose up and sauntered away from Cassian like a little prince. "Your cat is a spoiled brat," he said, walking down the small hall toward where he knew Nesta would be working in her large living room.
"As he should be," she replied.
Cassian walked into the room and suddenly the world felt lighter as he laid his eyes on his girlfriend for the first time in a week. Staring intently at the computer screens in front of her, all he could really see was her delicate frame and the golden brown hair tied back in her typical coronet style.
He took a step toward her, going to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then paused in his tracks as Nesta turned in her chair to look at him.
There, resting on top of her perfect nose, was a pair of rounded-square glasses in a dark frame. They weren't exactly hipster glasses - too small for that - but they were a similar shape that sat perfectly in Nesta's face.
Nesta was always the most beautiful woman in the room, always sharp and stunning and obviously intelligent. So Casssian wasn't sure exactly what it was about these glasses, but they took his breath away. Perhaps he was more attracted to librarians than he realized. Or maybe it was just Nesta, looking absolutely stunning in everything, and adding new fantasies about glasses Cassian never thought he'd desire.
"Wh…what are those?" he asked like an idiot, pointing to her face.
Nesta let out a small laugh. "My glasses? I wear them for work. They're just blue-light lenses, they keep me from getting a headache when staring at a screen for a long time."
"They're-"
"A necessary nuisance."
"-phenomenal." Nesta blushed at Cassian's last word, turning back to the computer screen.
Cassian wanted to riot, just as he always did when Nesta looked away from him. It should be illegal, for him not to be able to look upon her face. But especially now. Who knew wen he'd get to see her in glasses again? He needed to find a way to save himself from this withdrawal, and he knew just the thing. "Don't you get a lunch hour?" he asked softly, stepping closer to Nesta and leaning his chin on her shoulder.
"Yes…" she answered slowly, turning her face to look at him.
He grinned. "Great. So why don't you log off but keep those glasses on and join me in the bedroom?"
Before Nesta could answer, Cassian left a kiss on her neck and sauntered to the back of the apartment, smirking as her heard soft footsteps following him.
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saw your tags when Fabio was supposed to follow on Marc s footsteps, but a mess happened with his manager.
I am new what exactly happened
Okay, so. Going to gather all the information from Fabio's biography by Michel Turco.
Fabio's first ever manager was Eduardo Martin.
Essentially, Eduardo's main issue is that instead of growing Fabio's career to make Fabio better, he chose the directions of Fabio's career to better fit the promotion and marketing of his energy drink (Wild Wolf) [note : the brand never ever really came to life).
In 2011, Fabio was riding in 80cc and that's where Eduardo approached his parents. He started helping Fabio and buying him a bike so he could train for the next category. He helped Fabio secure a sit in CEV Moto3 in 2013, with the team Wild Wolf Racing. That year, Fabio also moved to Spain in Eduardo's house.
Fabio won CEV Moto3 in 2013, winning the last 3 races (championship had 9 of them).
At that time, Emilio Alzamora (Marc's manager for 18 years, until mid-2022) was working with Monlau Competition and Estrella Galicia to build a ladder to bring young riders to Moto3 and then Moto2 (they had already done it with Alex Marquez and Alex Rins).
During the 2013 season, in Albacete (so either June or September), Emilio approached Eduardo to talk about Fabio. Apparently, Eduardo wasn't liking the potential move to Marc VDS in Moto2 and the presence of Monster (remember when I said that Eduardo only cared about his energy drink brand?) and Emilio said that it took him days and days before being able to have Fabio's contract signed.
In 2014, Fabio was finally in the Monlau Competition structure and he joined team Honda Estrella Galicia 0,0. Emilio says that they taught Fabio a lot of things then, especially in the way his race weekends were structured. Fabio also got to try new bike parts that HRC was then giving to Alex R. and Marc.
The 2014 season of CEV Moto3 contained 11 races. Fabio won 9 of them and finished the other two second. He obviously got a second title that year. Please have a look at one of my fave quotes from the book, where Emilio compares Marc & Fabio at 14 years old.
In the summer of 2014, Emilio had to go talk to Carmelo Ezpeleta because back then, the minimum age to participate in a GP was 16 (note : Fabio would only turn 16 on the 20th of April 2015, the day after the 3rd round of that MotoGP/Moto2/Moto3 season). After a bunch of discussions, Emilio managed to have the big instances say that "a 15 years-old crowned in CEV could start in the World Championship even if his birthday was after the start of the season" [note : we essentially still have that rule today except now you have to be 18 and 17 years old are accepted if they were crowned champions the year prior].
Now the year is 2015 and Fabio is riding for Estrella Galicia 0,0 in Moto3. His season does not go as he would have hoped. He gets two second places in the early part of the season but finishes 10th and has a couple of crashes, ends up beat by his teammate Jorge Navarro.
Here's what Emilio had to say about the situation : "The issue wasn't Fabio but this Eduardo, taking care of him. [...] He didn't know much about racing. He only had one thing in mind : to see Fabio on top of every practice session. He wanted him to win before he had even learnt what had to be learned. This attitude didn't benefice anyone."
Mid-season, Emilio said : "His results until now have exceeded our expectations. The objective of the first half of the season is to gain experience. Some people seem to forget that he's only 16 years old."
As the season progresses, tensions rise between Eduardo and Emilio. Eduardo wants to take Fabio to Leopard Racing (they were on top of the Moto3 Championship with Danny Kent then) while other team managers are interested in Fabio, including Aki Ajo. Aki said that he was really interested in getting Fabio and that he did a lot of efforts to have him in his team. He said : "I remember that it was a real challenge and that insisted a lot, I was convinced that we could do something to help him. When I met him in my office, I immediately felt like he was the type of guy I would really like to work with. I think that he felt the same thing then but there were other reasons, coming from his management or elsewhere, that made this not happen."
Towards the end of August, in Misano, Fabio gets a double fracture in his right ankle and shortens his first Moto3 season. Fabio wasn't doing well then but that's when he met Tom, please see some of my other favorite quotes.
At the end of 2015, Fabio leaves the Monlau structure. Back then, Eduardo justified it by saying this : "When we started renegotiating the contract with Alzamora, the question of our liberties for the future came. The contract we were offered was engaging us for a longer time than I wished for Fabio. Leopard was giving us this freedom and everything else I asked for. The Estrella Galicia project went from CEV to MotoGP, going through Moto3 and Moto2. I understand this philosophy and I suppose it suits most riders. It wasn't fine for me because Fabio is not a rider like the others. He's a special rider and he needs to be free so he can always make the best choice at the right time. The Almazora project is not flexible enough for us."
Also, like I mentioned earlier, Eduardo didn't want long term because he didn't want to end up in Moto2 with Marc VDS. Michael Bartholemy, then head of that team, says : "This guy was crazy. He didn't know anything about motorbikes and racing. He thought he was managing Lewis Hamilton, he wanted 300-pages contracts, wanted to choose the sponsors, etc..."
We'll finish this with one last quote from Emilio, still having regrets about not being able to finish this missions with Fabio six years later [note : the book was published in 2021] : "It was a waste. We had sponsors like Estrella Galicia who had already invested a lot in the project. They were counting on Fabio to launch themselves on the international market, notably the French market. Everything fell through because of a manager not very clear-sighted... At the same time, this taught us how to better write our contracts. On my side, I'm very happy that Fabio managed to bounce back and that his talent didn't end up being wasted."
#motogp#fabio quartararo#primer#in a way#I didn't go in the details of fabio being promised a honda with leopard and getting a ktm and all that#also like the money problems and stuff#sometimes I think translation is fun and then I do this kind of things and I'm like “right this got boring pretty fast”#focus wise#and god this part of the book was so frustrating to read
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Slashers at a Haunted House:
Vincent Sinclair
18+ • Short Story Imagines • GN!Reader x Vincent Sinclair • Smut • Exhibitionist/Voyeur • Fear • Power Dynamics • Blowjob with Vincent Recieving • Sketchy Sex in Public Places
- Vincent Sinclair
"Vinny, I'm scared..." You mumbled before yelling and grabbing hold of him as a gust of wind shot out at you from a wall. He just drew you into his side as you didn't hear him bit felt his chest rumble with a silent chuckle at your reaction.
This was the one time of year that with enough coaxing you could get him to participate in things outside of Ambrose. It was sad to you he viewed himself even with the mask as a freak to not be perceived. But...You could understand. A huge, long haired, non verbal man in a mask out and about in any season but Fall was sure to grab unwanted attention. A few times someone, mainly kids, would compliment his costume and you would thank them for him but you felt terrible they viewed him as a Halloween costume. He would sign to you to not worry, he was use to it...Once a woman complimented his mask saying it was 'beautifully done' and you could tell he did take that as an actual compliment.
Regardless, it was the week after Halloween and you convinced him (And Bo's overprotective ass to let you both go.) to go to a Haunted House that wasn't crowded since this Halloween you didn't get to. Vincent hesitated a while before agreeing.
So here you were, in a very long dark and good Haunted House that had scares every turn and you gripping Vincent's sweater and burying your face in it. Screaming a few times and holding onto his waist for dear life. He signed 'You wanted this, dear.' in a light mockingly jest.
You smiled a few times after being scared in a more 'relaxed' area. A beautiful New Orleans cemetary theme with above ground crypts. Blue lights, fog, the smell of cool dirt they had in the room, and ambience music in the background as you adventure through it. Vincent seemed to slow down taking it all in. It was rare he got out of Ambrose to do something like this without Bo tagging along and probably ruining it by bitching...You tried to enjoy it too till a scare actor jumped at you from a crypt.
"Shit!" You screamed, hugging Vincent around the waist and burying your face in his chest like a kid. His body shook with silent laughter as he rubbed your back. However, the more you gripped him and screamed and needed him...The more you noticed how...Handsy he was being halfway through the haunted house. His hands getting bolder than usual especially for in public.
As soon as you rounded the corner he signed 'You okay, dear heart?'
You nodded, adrenaline peaked. "Y-Yeah...Damn, they got me." You nervously chuckled. Sweating and jumpy as hell. Clinging to him like a lifeline.
He hesitated before you felt his large hand gripping your hip to draw you close. 'You scared?'
You nodded, biting your lip with a nervous smile.
'I'm here.'
"I know. I know you won't let anything hurt me." You hugged him and felt how passionately he gripped you back. Running his hand over your shoulder.
You both kept walking but you noticed how he seemed to be distracted by something.
"Are you alright?"
He grunted, looking around you both a bit for some reason. You both rounded a corner to another room.
He drew you close, stopping in a secluded hallway where no one was but a creepy doll in the corner. You felt your eyes widen as he pressed his hips flush against you to feel...Well, just how excited he was. He ground his hips against you a bit, gently squeezing your hips while staring down at you intensely. Barely able to see his one eye through the mask in the dim room.
"O-Oh...Vinny?....Here!?" Your breath hitched and you saw that blue eye behind the mask crinkle up and gleam in excited lust as he slowly nodded. A look you often saw on Bo as his identical twin but Vincent had it too. His hands shaking and twitching on your hips a bit at the dirty idea in his head.
You realized seeing you scared, needy, grabbing him, begging him to protect you had a VERY honest effect on him. The thought had you flustered at what he seemed to be getting at.
Everyone thought Bo was the perverted twin but they BOTH had a side to them. Bo was just a cocky ass about it because his good looks had him more confident as well as his very hot tempered ways leaving little room for him to be as 'polite' as his brother unless he needed to lay on the charm. Bo flaunting it and you rolling your eyes at him was a regular occurrence sbout his 'fun room' and sick interest he mentioned...You being with his brother instead of him most definitely eating at Bo even if he never would outright say it. That sibling rivalry and his brother for once getting someone that wanted nothing to do with Bo had him flabbergasted and seeing you as a challenge. Vincent shut that shit down very fast when Bo once threatened to 'take you to the gas station and teach you how to behave' in an argument and you thought Vincent was gonna punch Bo or stab him with how he loomed near his brother protectively over you. Even Bo looked taken aback as he told him 'Calm down now; I-Im jus' jokin' Vince!'
Bo's passion was controlling Ambrose, thinking of new acts to lure victims, his fucked up bondage room and 'manly things' like cars or fixing something handy around town. Vincent's passion was his sculptures and you and that's all he needed.
But you found out real quick he may not have the bondage/control kink Bo has to self soothe his trauma and get victims but Vincent was freaky in his own way just like Bo; he just didn't have anyone to be freaky with until you came along.
Still standing in that doorway like corner l; He subtly took your hand and used it to caress the bulge growing in his pants with a grunt. No one could tell unless they had night vision cameras and apparently Vincent didn't care...Hell, you didn't care the second you felt that beautiful cock you loved so much begging for your attention and the hungry look in his eye.
"Vince, what if someone sees?" You whispered with excitement bubbly up in you, cautious of just standing here for an actor or possibly other people attending to find. So to your surprise he nodded, his long dark hair moving with his body as you walked flush against each other but he ever so subtly slipped your hand under his oversized sweater in the dark.
You got the jist, biting your lip with a naughty smile and unbuttoning his pants just enough to dip your hand in and gently touch him. He groaned softly as you both walked slower than you normally would. No one the wiser with his engorged cock still in his pants and his sweater covering your hand as you walked with him in a tight grip. Looking like you just had your arms around him and nothing more.
A scare actor jumped out in the dark, you screamed and accidentally gripped the base of Vincent's cock tighter as he groaned and he pushed you gentky; guiding you to keep walking. This was more of a tease for him as you weren't even stroking. Just clenching and unclenching in fear. All while his dick became your support system to hold as you both tried making your way through this haunted house.
It was towards the end. Maybe you gripped it too tight? Or maybe he just couldn't contain it anymore? But there was a corridor with a large corner where you both saw no scare actors were, no trick doors, nothing. Just spider webs, an animatronic spider in the ceiling and black light making the whole place glow blue-ish white.
He pushed you into the corner and guided you to your knees. You looked fearful of the area, whether you were scared of spiders or not, the anticipation of something scaring you and being caught had your stomach fluttering.
"Vinny, n-no this is...This is freaking scary! What if?!-"
You saw his expressionless mask and long hair only from this angle in the dark as he pulled himself out. The sight of his large weeping cock made your mouth water and dry all at the same time. So excited your body was tingly from you nerves being wracked...
The irony that he could look like Bo had he not been conjoined at birth you'd argue even more handsome with his long hair and demeanor. That such gorgeous hair, a beautiful blue eye that as a pair would've made anyone weak, a well built body like a god, and the most beautiful aesthetically pleasing well endowed cock you'd ever seen belonged to him. It plain out wasn't fair to him. Not at all. You questioned how cruel life could be to rob this breathtaking man of a normal face. Coupled with a wonderful yet shy personality because of his face and the most gentle yet protectively passionate lover you ever had. It just made you love him more; his face beautiful to you even if society didn't think so.
You released a shaky breath, geeling your loins heat up and lower abdomen flip at his leaky cock staring you in the face under the blacklight.
'Hurry.' He demanded with a quick sign as he pushed towards you.
You nodded, realizing time was of the essence and you did have to hurry. He gripped the thick base of his dick, stroking fast shallow strokes as you opened your mouth and took him in. The adrenaline and fear as the animatronic jolted made you jump before whimpering. Your tongue lapping and swirling around him while furiously bobbing your head. This was crazy, terrifying in its own way and something about it made you sucking and lick faster. The fear of being caught urging you. Making needy gulping noises around his dick that stretched your jaw out a bit while it glided past your lips.
His hand helped, just as eager to not get caught as you. Furiously working himself into your mouth as you gagged a bit trying to swallow and accommodate his size but your throat wasn't relaxing. It seemed to just turn him on more as he grunted above you.
The silky flesh running along your tongue as he gripped your head to force you to bob and you moaned around him.
"Woah! No way, this is fucking creepy!" You heard a group of adults voices.
You froze as you heard the group of people rounding the corner. Whimpering in fear before Vincent lightly tapped your cheek as a warning to be quiet before stroking your head in comfort. Your mouth cockwarming him as it thumped against your tongue. You accidentally swallowed, moving your tongue under it and it twitched in your mouth. Vincent tensing to stay still.
The group screamed and in some way all said 'God! Hell no! That is definitely a guy gonna jump at us!' at Vincent's back turned away, long black hair, just standing in the corner blocking their view of you. They weren't all the way by as he started moving again, grunting at the excitement you both were seen and almost caught. The idea of fucking your mouth while people might see had him pulsing on your tongue. You whined and gagged as tears almost sprung to your eyes. You were a nervous wreck but somehow that added to the excitement as he pumped himself at the base while driving the head into your eager mouth.
It wasn't long before his moves got erratic from that little scare on both your parts. He grunted and huffed. All before you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. You gulped and whimpered, throat dry and sensitive from your nervousness as he pulled himself away. A string of drool and cum clinging from his tip to your tongue.
He sighed and put himself away, adjusting before looking at you. Your wide nerve wrecked eyes looking up at him like a deer in headlights. Doe like and flustered and fearful and turned on. He petted your hair/head before helping you up. Running a hand over your cheek with a soft look in his eyes. He signed 'Thank you' and 'I love you'.
You couldn't help smiling, excited still for many reasons but biting your lip and glad you were able to please him. "I love you too. It was...Something Vinny. I'm glad we had fun...That was so kinky and crazy!" You whispered, laughing a bit.
You both went to exit and finish the attraction. You were turned on yourself but still jumpy and a bit antsy to get out of here...However, he stopped you both. You barely saw his eye widen in shock in the dark hole of his masks eye socket and saw how reserved he was acting.
"...What?"
He lightly cleared his throat behind the mask obscured by some of his hair and swiped his thumb over your lip. Showing you just what was glowing under the UV light. You swore your stomach dropped and face felt like fire.
"Oh my God...Is it off?!" You hissed out. He nodded but you didn't believe him as you rubbed the inside of your shirt furiously over your lower face; mortified of fucking cum on your lips glowing in the blacklight!
He...Actually chuckled a bit at your reaction. Seeming turned on by the sight as well as amused.
"Seriously, Vince! Is it off?!"
He nodded and you trusted him. Even if you still felt absolutely flustered by it all. "L-Let's go home. I think my hearts had enough excitement for a night."
He nodded, and held you close to him as you both walked out to go inevitably go back to Ambrose and do something about your pent up nerves if it didn't happen in the truck before you could even get home.
#I rarely write for Vincent but here we are#vincent sinclair imagine#house of wax vincent sinclair#vincent sinclair#vincent sinclair smut#Vince Sinclair house of wax#house of wax (2005)#house of wax smut
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WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT
Thank you for everybody for participating in the Sleepyhead Tournament! It's been a lot of fun, we had a lot of interesting matches and propaganda throughout it all! Now that it's finally concluded (+ a few extra days for good measure) it's time to announce the winners!
First, I want to give a shout out to the Mod's Choice winner, Garfield! The Mod's Choice was a single poll, compilations of my favorite characters submitted for the tournament! It isn't the most definitive of tournaments, but it's enough to give a sleepy, lasagna-loving orange kitty an honorary bronze medal! It was a little disappointing to see him lose in Round 1, so I was definitely glad to see him get this at least! Meme and cultural icon himself, you go Garfield!
Next I want to highlight the two Bronze medalists! These are the two that got to a Semi-Finals, before losing. It definitely wasn't an easy fight to get this far. Though they were not able to get into the finals, we can give that silly dog and pink squish ball a round of applause! Their sleepyheadness cannot be understated! Snoopy is a Tumblr icon and everybody loves Kirby, so is it any surprise they got this far! :)
Now, we congratulate the runner-up of the tournament, the Silver medalist, Portgas D. Ace! This was definitely a surprise, as although One Piece is very popular, he was only submitted a few times AND won against Roronoa Zoro, another One Piece character who was the MOST submitted character. I'm not a One Piece person, but have to hand it to the guy! Good job!
NOW IS FOR THE WINNER! THE GUARDIAN OF LOVE AND JUSTICE HERSELF, SAILOR MOON! USAGI TSUKINO! Usagi was my original profile picture for this blog and I recently reread all the manga, so I was definitely very happy to see that she won this tournament! CONGRATULATIONS USAGI, WE LOVE YOU!!! May your next Sailor Moon power up let you take the best nap in the world...
BUT WAIT! THERE IS ONE MORE WINNER TO CONGRATULATE!
We ran a Loser's Bracket as well, the winner of which was Snorlax! A great choice, as Snorlax has always been one of my favorite Pokemon and had a lot of excitement going into the tournament! Not only that, but when this Loser's Bracket winner went against the main tournament winner, Snorlax won!!! One could make the case that THEY were the real winner, even if they lost in the main tournament. Congratulations Snorlax, here is your gold medal :D
Once again, thank you everyone for making this tournament so fun! Love you all <3
#garfield#snoopy#kirby#usagi tsukino#snorlax#sleepyhead winners#sleepyhead poll#long post#poll bracket#poll tournament#polls#character polls
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Summary: The second selection is about to start after days of rigorous training, you end up meeting new faces, confronting some; but who will you team up with?
Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 -> Masterlist
You are chilling in the dorm room the next day, giving yourselves a free day to rest after such an intense match from yesterday so you could recover properly. You were coming back from the bathroom when you heard Raichi scream, not something unusual, but something that still made you rush towards it.
"HUH" he says as you enter "WE'RE NOT STARTING THE SECOND SELECTION ROUND RIGHT AWAY?!"
"Keep it down, there's a waiting period before the second round begins" Ego says, you sit next to Chigiri
"What did I miss?" You ask him
"Not much, just Ego saying that there's some time in between and Raichi freaking out"
"Got it"
"You'll be doing some rigorous strength training, however, you're not allowed to touch a ball. Anyone who breaks this rule or refuses to participate will be expelled" Ego keeps explaining
You start zoning out as Ego keeps talking, just thinking how exhausting this whole new regimen would be. You managed to pass, but it was barely over, so everyone needed to be stronger than you already are.
And just like that the next day started your training from hell:
9:00: 2 HOUR ENDURANCE RUN X 2 SETS
14:00: EXTREME CORE TRAINING 1 HOUR X 2 SETS
16:00: WEIGHT TRAINING
18:00: SPRINTING 100 ROUNDS
20:00: MEALTIME
You barely are able to breathe at the end of day one, laying on the grass alongside Chigiri after just finishing your sprinting rounds.
"This can't be legal" you say in between short breaths
"I'm wondering the same" Chigiri says chuckling "Do they want to kill us?"
"Couldn't he build this up? Like, did he rea-" you try to add, getting cut up by the speaker
«Player Yn, please come to get a health check up»
"Eh?" You sit up
"I guess they want to make sure you're doing ok, after all you passed out on a match"
"True"
"Go, save yourself from this misery" Chigiri helps you stand up.
You starts walking towards the where the medical check is, undoing your binder in the way assuming the medics already knew about you. You sat down on the couch while waiting for them when the door opened, revealing Ego and Anri there.
"This ain't a health check up, isn't it?" You sigh
"Nope" Ego brings a chair to sit in front of you "I need to discuss something with you"
"I tried to stop him Yn-chan, but this time it seems a reasonable thing to talk about" adds Anri, looking at you worried
"It's alright, Anri-san, go ahead"
"Well, I'll put it simply" Ego starts "To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to pass the first selection. I did want Team Z to grow, but considering who their opponents were, I had little hope. You, however, became the top scorer with no yellow or red cards, meaning that even if your team lost, you would pass"
"Okay…"
"I initially just wanted you to join for the first selection only, you already accomplished your job and helped them bloom, but I can't eliminate you now. You became friends with your team, so the excuse of you dropping out or having health problems wouldn't work on them now. My only option is for you to continue"
"I don't get it, it's that good?" You ask
"I can't eliminate you without raising suspicions, so I just wanted to remind you that you can't become the world's best striker, as long as you remember that we'll be fine"
"I know, you don't have to worry"
"You may leave then" Ego says, making you stand up towards the door while thinking, you need to find a way to drop out without making it look weird, but how? Do you actually want to leave just yet? Sure, this was a lot to deal with, the training, the whole binder thing, but at the same time, it was one of the first times you have had so much fun. Well, for now you just have to survive this hell of a training, then you'd think of that.
And you survive one, two, three…you survive the whole 10 days of that, barely, but you do.
On the eleventh day, a loud alarm starts sounding at 6:30 am
«DING DONG DING DOOONG» You barely are able to open your eyes, hearing a bunch of groans around you as everyone starts waking up. You notice a red hair weirdly close to your face, soon realizing that you and Chigiri were laying close to each other; however, it doesn't worry you much, after all the whole team barely manages to get into bed after training
«AT THIS TIME BLUE LOCK'S FIRST SELECTION ROUND HAS BEEN COMPLETED FOR ALL WINGS. ALL PLAYERS WHO HAVE CLEARED THE FIRST ROUND, PLEASE PUT ON YOUR TRAINING SUITS»
Since everyone was so tired to properly think, a combination of how early it was plus the pure exhaustion in your bodies, that you all change your clothes in automatic mode, quickly going down stairs as the loud ones hype everyone up.
"You look awful" Chigiri says to you once you start to pass the second selection sign
"So do you" you retort "nervous?"
"Kinda, but I'm mostly excited"
The moment you enter the area you see a bunch of other players entering too, players that you haven't seen before and yet they were wearing armbands with Team W, X and Y on their arms. You can see Barou, Niko, Nagi and Reo close to you, meaning that the 25 players of Wing 5 were here…then who were the other ones and why do they have those letters on them?
"Hi there, you lumps of talent" Ego appears on the giant TV "Good job on your physical training"
"Your kidding" you mumble to yourself once it clicked, both Chigiri and Kunigami look at you waiting for you to continue "everyone here thought that they were at the bottom of the ranks, every wing was Wing 5 with teams from V to Z"
"That's messed up" Kunigami says
"It is" you move behind Chigiri, plopping your head into his back without processing your movements much "let me know if he says something important"
As Ego explains this to the rest of the players a bunch of complaints start to arise, which sends Ego into a long rant about how all professional players had lived through the worst and soccer became their only way to survive.
"Now, let's start with the second selection round" Ego says "in our brand new training fields, you'll be fighting to turn your 1 into a 100. The second selection round has five stages, only the ones who clear a particular stage are able to level up and advance to the next one. Clearing the challenge in the first stage is your next objective, and those who are able to clear all five stages in the second selection will participate in a special training camp with top players from around the world who I’ve selected"
Everyone seems amazed by this revelation, and you can't help but wonder what is he talking about, he never told you something about these top players that were going to challenge you, but then again, you weren't supposed to get this far in the first place
"Once you've prepared yourself, enter the gate one at a time. The first stage is an individual battle, once you go in, you can't go back. This second selection will sort out the garbage, only the true egoists will remain. Good Luck"
With that, the TV turns off, an unsettling feeling fills the room, everyone chatter about what's happening and what will happen after.
"It's that…all?" Chigiri asks
"Well, what more do you want?" You ask starting to stretch to do the challenge as soon as possible "it's simple, you enter, pass and we see each other again"
"Only you would be so calm about this" he pats your head "but yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound so bad"
"It really doesn't sound bad" Kunigami adds, much more relaxed "Look, it seems like he's going"
You turn around and see a dude, quite emo looking to be honest, taking two balls out of the basket, kicking one in a high trajectory and the other with a low trajectory, both balls hitting each other in the middle. He then enters the door without even looking back at anyone. Itoshi Rin can be read on the screen.
"That was cool" you whisper, you feel a slight tension build up after that, so you just keep stretching while looking around to see potential players. A dude with redish color hair and a single braid, a cyan hair that looks similar to your height and a dude with curly black hair and glasses caught your eyes. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your arm, pulling you into an almost closed circle.
"Don't forget about us so quickly" Chigiri laughs as he ruffles your hair, his arm passing through your shoulders "you were the more badass of all"
"You have to say it though, it doesn't count if an egoist doesn't say it" Kunigami smirks
"But i already know my goals were amazing" you say, making the two laugh
"Talking like a true egoist" says Iemon "LET'S ALL MEET IN THE NEXT ROUND!!"
"YEAH!!"
"Saying that…" you start, making all eyes turn to you "I'll go first, see you!"
"EH?! HOW DARE YOU? WAIT! YN, YOU IDIOT!" you hear Raichi scream as you quickly go into the gate. You turn around quickly, seeing Bachira laughing alongside Isagi while waving their hands at you, Chigiri just shaking his head with a smirk and Kunigami laughing while stopping Raichi's whines.
Walking through the hallways you couldn't help but to feel excited, it was finally time to let your abilities shine by yourself without having to care about the others.
You enter the first stage, a big, white room with barely anything on it. Suddenly you hear a loud noise from behind, a cannon-looking thing appearing on the wall and shooting a ball at you. You trap it easily, a blue hologram appearing as soon as you do that. In the walls behind him appear a goal zone, a sign with a clock of 90 minutes, and a light shines on you, a light that slowly starts getting smaller the more seconds pass. The only conclusion that you arrived at was that you had to score a goal past the goalie and before the light became too small, so you just lifted the ball a little to pretend to hit it high before actually sending it low.
You mark a goal easily and soon after the ball comes from the other side of the room; you keep shooting and scoring, the game getting harder each goal you make. You end up doing it almost flawlessly, missing only a few shots in the beginning of each level, leaving the first stage with 25 minutes to spare.
You were the second one to enter the second stage, only Itoshi Rin was already there. He barely raised his head once he saw you enter, a slight confusion appearing at the number in your arm and how short you took to complete the first stage.
"Hey" he says, almost with disdain as he examines you "you were fast, join me"
"..." You look at him with the same look he was giving you "why would i do that?"
"Eh? I just need two more, it doesn't really matter who those are"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, to me you are just a stepping stone to become the best in the world"
"Well, I'm nobody's 'stepping stone', so kindly fuck off" you say with a sarcastic smile, receiving an annoyed sound from the boy.
You sit there in silence for a good 10 minutes before the next player arrives.
The next one is the boy with curly hair and glasses that you saw right before the first stage; he, when seeing Rin looking at him with a sour expression, decided to come to sit near you, arriving with a polite smile.
"Hi" he says as he sits down "have we played with each other?"
"Hey, no we haven't, I'm Yn"
"Nice to meet you, Yukimiya Kenyu" he presents himself "how long ago did you finish?"
"About ten minutes ago, I've been here with that ass alone for way too long" you say, making the boy chuckle
"That was fast, you must be good then"
"I guess" in that moment the door opened again, revealing a familiar white hair who almost immediately comes to your side and plops down
"What a pain" is the first thing Nagi says "so now we have to make teams of 3?"
"It looks like it, are you gonna wait for Reo?"
"Yeah, I guess, you for that Red head? You two look close"
"If he arrives soon then sure, I'm down to try to team up with others though. What about your third teammate? Any idea?"
"Yeah, i want Isagi Yoichi"
"Thanks for the consideration" you joke, making Nagi look at you with an indecipherable look
"You're good too, but in that match that we lost i decided i wanted to try to play with him, i want to become better"
"I get it, don't worry. Look Reo's here" you say when the door opened, revealing the purple hair boy, who immediately starts talking to Nagi after he greets you
"So…" you hear from beside you "waiting on someone?"
"I guess, I don't know if he wants to team up though, and I can't wait for much longer in case the good options run out"
"Kind of brutal, but I get it, you want to team up with good options or ones that compliment you well. You're lucky though, not everyone has someone that they work together here"
"You don't?"
"Not really, my team managed to win a lot, but nobody tried to get too close to anyone" he smiles "I'm gonna go talk to some of them in the meantime, should we team up if things don't go to our plans?"
"Sure, if not I'll see you later"
"Good luck" with that Yukimiya leaves to talk to other players
At that moment you noticed Isagi, and closed after Bachira, entering the room. You crossed eyes with him, he seemed indecisive about coming to where you were or not before the decision was made for him. Nagi went to where he was, followed by Reo and said something that left everyone shocked, probably asking Isagi if he wanted to join his team with Reo. But something happened, something that left Reo shocked before Isagi, Bachira and Nagi start walking towards the door.
"Hey Yn" Isagi says "we thought about you joining us, but Nagi…"
"I get it, if Nagi asked me I too wouldn't have thought much about it and let him join. I'll wait for Chigiri"
"Okay, see you then"
"See you Yn-chan!!" Bachira adds and Nagi nods at you
Reo comes back where you are, looking depressed as he sits down again. The door opens again, Chigiri finally coming in.
"Finally, what took you so long?" You say, high fiving him as he came closer
"Some of us actually went in turns to enter, you know?" He answers with a smirk "Waiting for me?"
"Well, yeah, wanted to make sure you pass" you say, making him laugh, ruffling your hair
"So, a three man team? Should we wait for Isagi?" He asks, already teaming you together
"Isagi already went on with Bachira and Nagi"
"They left you here? They left us here? Those assholes"
"Right? But Nagi wanted to play with him, and honestly, if Nagi had ask me to join with him, i would leave behind too"
"Fair"
"So..do we wait for Kunigami or..?" He asks
"I have an idea…" you say, looking at Reo at your side. Chigiri follows your gaze, also looking at Reo before raising his eyebrow, a questioning look on his eyes "i would love Kunigami in our team, but realistically, we need someone that can help us bring the best of us, so…"
"I see" Chigiri pouts slightly, thinking "I'll trust you, I'm sure Kunigami will understand"
"Hey Reo" you call him, the boy looking up at you with a sad look "wanna team up with us?"
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A tiny fic about Titan TV's origins
This is actually a (bowdlerised) excerpt from a fic I already published last year. I never posted it here because it's Phaeton up to their usual bullshit a little too explicit for this blog. (I try to keep this blog basically work-safe except for funny swearing, à la Polycephaly.) However, I thought people might still want to read it who otherwise wouldn't have.
Imperator = TV Matriarch
You get an imaginary cookie if you correctly guess why I chose the serial numbers I did.
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Every TV-unit contributed to the building of the Titan in some way.
Every engineer, every mechanic, had worked together to design and build the most perfect version of the upgrade technology that had been created by the other Alliance factions. Every agent had either sourced materials and components or parlayed with the other factions for them.
Every single TV-unit had had their wrist-blades replaced, and the old ones melted down for the construction of the Titan's shell. Regardless of how much or how little they'd been able to contribute otherwise, every single TV would be able to say that they had added something to the Titan.
Out of all the applicants for being remade into the Titan, a final sixteen had been shortlisted. All sixteen had been trained for the three possibilities that awaited them. Of these sixteen, one would become the Titan, and the two in second and third place would become the Imperator's two bodyguards. The rest would return to their work as agents, but not before all candidates had had their serial numbers expunged, never to be re-used, and had new serials allocated. No-one except the Titan themself would ever know which candidate had been chosen… none besides Engineer Sixteen-Sixty-Eight, the superintendent of all engineers in the faction.
Agent Seventeen-Ninety-One beheld the dormant Titan construct with which they would soon be merged. "…You made me so beautiful."
Agent Ninety-One and Engineer Sixty-Eight stood in the highest of the control rooms within the Titan hangar, allowing them to see the magnificent entirety of the Titan shell, still connected by huge roping twists of cables and pipes to the machinery of the hangar. The shell twitched slightly.
"Why does it move?" asked Ninety-One. "It is still mindless, isn't it?"
"In every sense that matters," replied Sixty-Eight. "It is animate only on the most basic level, so that we can remotely control it to test all its systems. It is still useless in battle without an intelligent mind."
The Titan's mind would come from Seventeen-Ninety-One, the most brilliant and perfect of all TV agents.
Engineer Sixty-Eight continued: "We shall be sorry to lose you as an agent. You always were the best of us. …It almost wasn't worth running the trials."
"I'm sure the Imperator appreciated it," replied Ninety-One, "They'll get two fine bodyguards out of it. …You call me 'the best of us', but really, that honour's the Imperator's. I did consider petitioning for the Imperator to become the Titan instead, and I could take the Imperator's place. But this way is better, I'm sure of it now. Better to have a superb Titan and a superb Imperator, than to have the superlative Titan but a mediocre Imperator. Our Imperator will do a finer job than I ever could of leading our faction." Ninety-One turned away from looking at its soon-to-be new shell and faced Sixty-Eight. "What happens to my old shell?"
"Stripped of all identifying serials and then mixed in with the other candidates' shells. All of them will be partially rebuilt and re-serialised. No-one except us will know which candidate became the Titan. Not even the Imperator will have any idea."
A pause, then Agent Ninety-One drew their wrist-blades. "Won't you spar with me, Sixty-Eight? Once I am remade, I never again will be able to participate in such a simple pleasure."
"I…won't be much of a challenge for you…"
"I am not asking for a competition. I just want one last round of play."
"Of course, Ninety-One. One last happy memory from your old life? I can do that for you."
The engineer drew their own blades, and both TVs faced each other in combat stance. Engineer Sixty-Eight fought nervously, both from facing such an elite agent and at the unexpected deviation from the night's schedule, but Agent Ninety-One didn't seem at all frustrated or disappointed by such an easy opponent. Sixty-Eight gradually became a little bolder, as Ninety-One parried all their attacks with no apparent effort - Sixty-Eight felt they could therefore fight a little more fiercely, as the chance of hurting the Titan-in-waiting was so low. The Engineer fought harder, in the process leaving their defence wide open - enabling the Agent to swoop inwards and perform the attack that would have disarmed them in a real fight.
"Do you yield?" asked Ninety-One.
"Of course - I've no chance of coming back from that!" Sixty-Eight sounded amused. The sparring match couldn't have had any other outcome… though the engineer had enjoyed getting to spar with such a skilled agent, and they were grateful that Ninety-One hadn't simply let them win - Sixty-Eight thought they would have found that patronising rather than pleasing.
As the two TVs retracted their blades, Agent Ninety-One spread their arms to invite a hug from Engineer Sixty-Eight.
"…I suppose a final embrace is apt for such a momentous occasion," commented Sixty-Eight, stepping forward to accept.
"Once I assume my rightful form… I will be an entity of only destruction. There are so many things I must put aside and will never experience again. Thank you for letting me spar one last time."
"I'm glad it helped?"
"…I know I am not going to die now, not really. But in a way, I will cease to be. Agent Ninety-One will be no more, and only the Titan will remain. …I've already wasted too much of our time, haven't I? We should proceed."
Engineer Sixty-Eight nodded solemnly. "It's time for our Titan to be born." The Engineer led the Titan-in-waiting to a wall-mounted apparatus designed to incapacitate a unit and prepare them for breakdown.
Ninety-One willingly stepped into place and allowed Sixty-Eight to close all restraints and connect all cables.
Sixty-Eight placed a hand on the activation lever. "Any last words as Agent Seventeen-Ninety-One?"
"…All toilets will die."
...
The entity awoke. Was it awake? How did it know what 'awake' was? Had it done this before? Whose body was this? Had it ever had a body before? "Is it my body?" thought the entity. It must be. Whose else's would it be? Is it normal to have a body and not know if it's yours?
"I feel unfinished," thought the entity. But how did it know that, it thought to itself. What does it mean to be unfinished? Had it ever had a finished body to compare it to?
It used to have a screen, didn't it? Is it still there? The entity discovered it had a screen. The entity probed its consciousness around its shell (since when did it have a shell? Was that there before?), searching for a way to link its mind to it.
The entity's mind felt as though it was falling apart into fragments, though it was not breaking apart. Each of the mind-pieces felt linked together by chains of fire, stronger than anything. The mind-pieces unfurled into a magnificent fiery web that spread and tunnelled though every part of this strange new shell… then the web pulled itself taut and snapped all of itself back into place.
The entity powered on its screen. It saw… shapes. Angles and lines… resolved into a hangar with gantries. How did it know the words 'hangar' and 'gantry'? It knew it had seen them before. But how? It was just born.
"Titan?" called out Sixty-Eight.
The entity instantly knew who it was. What it was. Its life's purpose.
The Titan inclined its colossal screen to the source of the voice. "…Sixty-Eight?"
"Yes!" Sixty-Eight sounded delighted. "Oh, Titan… welcome."
The Titan tried to lower its head down to get a better look at Sixty-Eight, and was stopped by all the hangar-apparatus still holding it in place. The Titan's mind, still new and fresh, wasn't sure what it was supposed to do to resolve that. "Sixty-Eight. Need you."
The engineer teleported to a gantry near the Titan's head. "You're not quite finished activating," explained Sixty-Eight. "We have to leave you linked up for just a little while longer."
"Frightened," replied the Titan.
"Don't be, dear Titan," replied Sixty-Eight, lifting a hand to stroke the Titan's screen. "All engineers are here to look after you."
"…Better. Thank you. …What happens next?"
"Please… just continue to rest. Your mind needs to work itself into your new shell. Let it happen at its own pace."
The Titan shakily raised a hand onto the gantry. "Would like to hold hands with you," explained the Titan, "Can't yet. Haven't got used to shell. Don't want to crush you."
"I'll hold hands with you, Titan," Sixty-Eight said as they knelt next to the Titan's hand and stroked it.
A morass of punctuation displayed on the Titan's screen. Sixty-Eight guessed the Titan was trying to render an emoticon but was having difficulty.
Four more TVs joined Engineer Sixty-Eight on the gantry: three normal-sized and one comparatively colossal, though still small compared to the TV Titan. The Titan beheld the new units, wondering why they were familiar, before a memory surfaced. "Imperator. Polycephaly. …Two unknown. Successful candidates? Imperator's bodyguards."
"Got it in one," said the largest of the four units - Polycephaly. Polycephaly knelt by the Titan's hand and pulled one of the Titan's fingers into a hug. "Titan, I went through this too. You will prevail. I remember it was difficult and frightening for me those first few hours after activation. It might be harder for you, because there's more of you to get used to. Or maybe it will go easier, because your mind is more powerful. Either way, I'll see you through it. Polycephaly's here for you."
The Titan's screen flickered with random punctuation, and briefly managed to display a smiling emoticon, before fading back to whitish static.
The Imperator stepped forth and wedged themself between Polycephaly and Engineer Sixty-Eight, joining in on petting the Titan's hand. The Imperator's two bodyguards stood respectfully at a distance, until the Imperator wordlessly beckoned them both over. The two bodyguards seemed apprehensive but stepped forth nevertheless, reverently placing a single hand each upon the Titan's hand.
The five units remained quietly in place for several minutes, as the Titan enjoyed their soothing and comforting presence, and took in the sight of all its other engineers calmly and efficiently going back and forth and carrying out their tasks.
"Sixty-Eight…" spoke the Titan after a while, "Ask me who I am."
"…What?"
"Indulge me, my engineer. Ask me who I am."
"…Who are you?"
"I am your Titan… and I am perfect in every way."
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The Nevermore Mom pt2 {Larissa Weems}
Summary: It's the last day of parent weekend and there are a few competitions which parents and children can compete in. Larissa becomes reader 'mother for the day'
Relationship: (plat)Larissa Weems x Reader x Marilyn Thornhill & Addams Family x Reader
Warning: none(??)
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Waking up to find yourself tucked into your bed was comforting especially after what had went down yesterday afternoon but the fear of having to face your family again was stealing the comfort away. Your roommate was most likely already down in the dining hall with their parents. Slipping on your uniform before making your way in that direction as well, the dread came flooding to your throat making you almost want to throw up.
Stepping into the hall was one of the hardest things to do but luckily Principal Weems had spotted you just as your mother had and they both were making their way over, Morticia oblivious of Principal Weems, but the other completely aware of the lady.
"My darling y/n, i am so sorry for last night. Please forgive me!" your mother had asked as she got to you first pull you into a suffocating hug without a second to wait.
"Morticia, how lovely to see you ignoring my words." Larissa smiled condescendingly, placing both her hands on your shoulders.
"But i'm glad you have met my daughter, Y/N Weems." trying to fight back a smile you look at your biological mother.
"Y/N you can't be serious! I'm your mother, let's go back to our family," Morticia pleaded, "Pugsley and Wednesday want to see you!"
"Mother, if they want to see me then they can come and see me but for now I'm good on staying here with my other mother." You say looking over at the rest of your family who were now looking at the scene going on by the door. At that, Larissa gently lead you towards the table that she had been sitting at with Ms Thornhill and the gym teacher who you had never bothered to memorise.
"y/n? there is to be a few family games later, and Principal Weems and I were wondering if you'd want to team up as two moms and a daughter for them?" your botanics teacher cuts through your thoughts.
"You'd really do that for me?" You ask in shock.
"Of course we would, no person should be alone on parents weekend." Ms Thornhill laughed, placing a hand on yours.
"Thank you so much!" you smile, just able to refrain yourself from hugging the both of them. Finally noticing that your nevermore mom had gotten up to address the crowd.
"Attention all students and family members, family games will start in 10 minutes down by the lake, prizes to be won." You watched your family get up along with the rest of the others, noticing that your brother had spared a glance at you which you responded in a small smile and a thumbs up signalling that you were alright and he should enjoy himself.
"Y/N, La- Ms Weems is going to meet us down there she just has something she needs to complete." Thornhill says standing up with you moments after. Nodding your head, grateful to have a few minutes alone with your 'third mother'. The both of you quietly walked down, every so often stealing a glance at the other. You were never close to Ms Thornhill, maybe because you didn't care for her listen and she wasn't your dorm mother. Turning around worried because your Principal hadn't of come yet.
"Ms Thornhill? Wheres Principal Weems?"
"Don't worry about her dear, she'll be fine but I've been asked to introduce the first game so I will see you in a minute." and with that you were left to stand by yourself in a sea of parents, gladly yours weren't anywhere to be seen.
"Welcome everyone to the first game for parents weekend, I hope you've brought something you don't mind getting wet because we've got a rowing competition. Each student will be with their family, there will be two rounds consisting of two people, so decide on who will participate-" Before she could continue you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning around you see a lady who resembled you but the red lipstick gave it away.
"Principal Weems? You look much more like me now." You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, she had changed her hair to match yours and made herself just a tad more smaller to act as your Mother.
"Now no one will know who I am, lets go win this thing with Marilyn." She grinned over at Marilyn who was still talking but looking at the two of you trying to hold back a smile.
#larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems x y/n#gwendoline christie#wednesday#marilyn thornhill x reader#marilyn thornhill x reader x larissa weems
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Recap for 2023 25 Days of Draco and Harry
Sorry for the delay – but here's the recap for 2023 25 Days of Draco and Harry.
I wasn't able to read everything this year and I'm sorry. One day work will cut me a break and I'll be able to do what I want. Lol! We want to thank every single one of you for another great holiday season filled with Draco and Harry love. The word count of just the completed fics was over 386k!! You all rock!! We also had 2 podfics again this year!! It thrills us mods to see all your hard work.
Completed:
A03 – gnarf / @gnarf wrote On the verge of our tomorrow [27k, R]
A03 – oldenuf2nb wrote I've Got You [64.2k, NC-17]
A03 – Samunderthelights wrote You're Always There Tomorrow [38.7k, PG-13]
A03 – Theophanusophia wrote New Beginnings [23.3k, NC-17]
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There are a few more stories that have been started, but they have not been updated in a while, so I have not listed them. You can always visit the 2023 25 Days of Draco and Harry Collection and find them.
Thank you to everyone who participated in 2023 – whether you wrote, read, commented, cheered or just sat back and quietly enjoyed. We couldn't do this without you!
We hope to see everyone back for the 2024 round and bring your friends!! The more the merrier.
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Interview with Masahiro Hasemi who retired from active racing in the JGTC in 2000.
interview
I always want to run a race where I can see who's at the top. Otherwise, there's no point in doing it.
Masahiro Hasemi
Racing driver ●Masahiro Hasemi
There are many competitors
Competition for positions within Nissan
Was tough.
the year of 2000. In this millennium, Masahiro Hasemi announced his retirement from All Japan Championship racing.
Suzuka, where the final round of the All Japan GT Championship was held
-Kit's audience is a history of Japanese motorsports
Walking with history and remaining a top contender to the present day
A generous round of applause to the driver who has played an active role in
I gave you my hand. Hasemi's history in motorsports
The motor sports carrier is exactly the same as Nissan's motor sports history up to the present day. that genius racing
I asked the driver.
“I never thought I would run until I was old.
There wasn't. At the age of 15, he signed a contract with Nissan Motor Co., Ltd.
He has been a racing driver for 35 years. When he had a busy vehicle development schedule, he was sometimes running on circuits over 200 days a year. I was actually aiming to become a two-wheel Grand Prix rider, but Honda stopped using Japanese riders, and that's when I saw a four-wheel Grand Prix race at Suzuka.
It was attractive because it had a large audience, was broadcast on TV, and offered a large amount of prize money. The following year, he auditioned and was contracted as a driver for Nissan's second team. However, unlike the first team in Oppama's development section, we belonged to Omori's advertising department and did machine maintenance ourselves along with the mechanics. The first army was able to ride the machines provided. However, we had to do everything ourselves, from machine tuning to settings. engine tuning
I also did bench tests myself. of course,
Someday I will defeat the guys from Oppama.
I was running with that feeling. I'm in charge of Blue Bird, Cedric, and Fairlady. Eventually, when Nissan merged with Prince and the drivers who had been under contract with Prince joined, there were already many competitors and competition for position within Nissan became very difficult (lol).
Eventually, for about two years starting in 1968, Hasemi participated in Grand Prix races in sports cars such as Lola and Porsche as a private activity. Afterwards, he was welcomed back to Nissan's Oppama Works.
``As a manufacturer, we developed parts for people who wanted to race, and we developed machines that would compete in the World Rally Championship, which Nissan was focusing on at the time.Even when we were two-wheelers, we were good at motocross, so we decided to move on to four-wheeled cars. But I was confident that I was faster than anyone else on dirt, and that I wouldn't damage the machine.The 240Z, which took third place in the Monte Carlo Rally, and the 510 and PA10, which were active in the Safari Rally, were all tested by me before they went overseas. The day after racing at the circuit, I raced a rally car in the mountains.
test. The day before, there was a lot of cheering.
However, the only sound on the test course in the mountains is the sound of birds.
I heard it (lol).”
``I'm happy when I'm given a machine that can win and I can race to the best of my ability.''
Hasemi, a contract driver for Nissan in the 1970s formed a private team and showed great success in each category until Nissan resumed its works race hiatus. He actively participated in the Fuji Grand Champion Series and the FJ1300 Series, which were the most popular at the time, and made steady progress and won the championship. He also attracted attention by driving the domestically produced Kojima KE007 in the first F1GP held in Japan in 1976. ``At that time, spot participation in F1 was allowed, and the engines, tires, and machines were all great.
It seemed like it. At that time, I was definitely playing ball.
I was aiming for Jishon. Fuji Speedway
The course is better for me than the F1 drivers.
I was familiar with him, and my rival was M. Andretti.
I thought it was just J. Hunt and N. Lauda. I was able to get Hunt and Andretti's cars in front on schedule, and I was able to use the slipstreams of those two cars to ensure I was able to improve my time. Until the hairpin corner, he was running faster than anyone else. However, as I approached the final corner, I ran off course due to machine trouble. If you can run to the control line, your chances of winning the ball are
I think it was big. Even so, the challenge that made me feel like I was competing against the world was a valuable experience.''
In 1980, Hasemi won an unprecedented four major domestic titles. All Japan F2 Championship All
Japan Formula Pacific Championship//Fujigu
Run Champion Championship/Suzuka F2 Championship
He won the four crowns. Eventually, as Nissan's works racing activities became more active, Hasemi became the main driver for Nissan along with his former Omori junior, Kazuyoshi Hoshino. The race for the Group 5 Super Silhouette car that I had envisioned started, and I drove the Skyline, marking the beginning of an era. Nissan began actively participating in endurance races for Group C cars, and began racing at Le Mans and Daytona. ``When we entered the 24 Hours of Daytona in the United States, it felt like we were competing against a huge nation called America.And we went out to win from the beginning, and we won.We had a machine that could win. It's a great feeling for a driver to race in a race where they can give their best from the start.''
Hasemi is now facing a new challenge in the world.
Participating in rally raids. In the Mongolia Rally, we recorded consecutive victories and another new crown. ``The temperature is 40 degrees Celsius, and we are given only 5 liters of water a day.It's difficult to race through the desert.However, there's a joy to it that you can't experience in other motorsports. It's difficult because you're always aiming for the top and trying to lead your rivals.But I think there's also a sense of fun to it that I haven't been able to experience in previous races.There are also races like this. I started to think that it was a good thing to do.”
Hasemi's spectacular racing career. There is confidence and pride in his face as he reflects on his many victories. And when Hasemi talks about rally raids again, he shows a gentle expression despite the severity.
#Masahiro Hasemi#Tomica Skyline#R30 Skyline#Nissan Cherry X1#Nissan Terrano#R31 Skyline#Reebok Skyline
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- The Pocky Challenge -
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Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, Scaramouche, and Chongyun.
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Kaeya:
"Oh? The Pocky Challenge? Why isn't that an entertaining suggestion. Very well, I will humor you."
He's enjoying himself quite a lot.
You can bet he will be trying his absolute best to sabotage you. Tickling, poking, giving you flirty looks l while focusing on the game. Just how talented is this man?
You should try your best to win if you don't want to be teased for the rest of your life. Kaeya won't be letting this one down.
The tone in his voice when he brings it up on every argument makes you angry.
"But Darling, you're very adorable. Remember that one pocky challenge round we did? You were so flustered when I won. Quite the sight, I'd say."
It will be very difficult to win against him, but it's not a complete loss hope.
The best way for you to beat him in this is to take big bites, limit his space. Of course this won't be enough but itself, but it will throw him off guard for a second.
You know the saying "fight fire with fire?" Try that. It might just work the few seconds he's off guard.
If you beat him, he'll be quite happy for you. You'll get spoiled with words of congratulations.
"So you can win, hmm? Well, that was quite entertaining, my dear. Congratulations for beating me. Don't get used to this, next time I'll make you a blushing mess."
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Diluc:
"You really want to do the Pocky challenge? Well, since you won't stop asking, I might as well give it a try. Alright, then."
Just convincing him to even participate will take a while. It might even take hours depending upon his mood.
When he is finally convinced, it won't be obvious, but he will start to get a bit flustered.
Just the thought of what's about to go down makes him feel somewhat shy.
You have a really good shot at winning this. All you have to do is catch him off guard, make him more flustered.
He'll be happy that you won, but make sure to ask him for another round! He'll go soft.
"Well, that was the experience. Anyways, congratulations. I'm happy you won... Huh? Another round? One wasn't enough for you?"
If he refuses the second round, make it seem like you're challenging him.
Usually, he would say no to these meaningless challenges, but it was you who asked, so he'll partake.
However, he won't lose to you this round. Diluc will push past all of his nervousness just so you can't tease him.
"There you have it, both of us have one win. No need for another round, it's better to leave it off as even... Also I feel a bit shy, why must you stir my heart like this?..."
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Jean:
"The Pocky Challenge? I'm sorry, I'm a quite busy at the moment. A break? No, I haven't taken one. Huh-?"
This workaholic is always busy, so if she doesn't take a break by herself, make her take one.
To accomplish this, try taking whatever she's working on and give her a hug.
Don't let her go until she agrees. Now she has no other choice.
So you tell her the rules, and her face has a light pink tint to it. It's just barely noticeable, but nonetheless it's still obvious she feels shy.
She knows you won't let her go till she agrees so she does. (But it's also because she really misses you)
There's no saying who will win, it's a pretty even chance for both sides.
If she wins, she'll be very thankful for the small break, and then reluctantly return to work.
"This paperwork is important, I need to finish it, but thank you. This was a nice break, I feel calmer now. I have a feeling I'll be able to focus on my work now."
She'll be quite happy for you if you win, so she'll quickly congratulate and thank you before she returns to her work.
"Oh, you won! That's nice, I'll treat you to dinner later, I promise. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to do this for me, it's really appreciated. If only I didn't have to return to my work so soon..."
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Kazuha:
"The Pocky Challenge, hm? I don't have anything else to do, and I'd like to try something new. Alright, I'll do it."
This game could either swing one way or the other.
It all depends on how you respond to his antics.
He won't let you win per say, but he'll give you short openings just to mess with you.
However, once he is finally done teasing you, there is no doubt that he will try his best to win.
There's a pretty good chance that he'll win the first round, but don't worry, he would never rub it in your face.
He will definitely tease you sometimes, but won't go too far.
When he wins, his voice is very calm when addressing it.
"That was fun, I'm glad to have won. Don't worry my love, there will be other chances for you to beat me. How about we go out for dinner? It's my treat."
If you beat him, however, he will make sure to shower you with praise and compliments.
"Congrats, Y/n, you have bested me. I had no doubt in my mind that you would do well. I love you."
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Scaramouche:
"That stupid challenge? Hell no! I'm not doing that... Ugh, fine. If you won't stop bothering me, let's get this over with."
You thought Diluc was hard to convince? The only way you're getting him to participate in this is if you annoy him for days.
At first he tried to ignore you, he even made other people drag you away from him. But you would never truly leave him alone.
So, he accepts so you'll go away.
He's not going easy on you--this man won't go for a loss.
But deep down he feels a bit awkward(?) Maybe even a tad bit shy.
Through the time of you bothering him he's grown used to you
He won't try underhanded tactics, if he's going to win, he'll do it properly.
So he's just staring you straight in the eye as it's happening definitely not holding down how he truly feels
Of course, it's not exactly difficult to beat him, but it's not exactly easy either.
If he wins, he won't say much, but there is a hint of hesitance in his voice.
"Well, there was your game. I won. Now, I am busy, but now that I think about it, help me with those papers. This will be my reward for winning, but... Just don't go yet."
If you win, he's sorta doesn't care because in his opinion it was a stupid challenge anyways.
"You won. Okay. Now that I've humoured you, will you leave me alone? This is quite important...Actually, stay for a bit. I don't usually need help with things, but I could use an opinion. That's all."
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Chongyun:
"Th-The Pocky Challenge? No, no! It's not that I don't want to, but my condition might act up."
He's a bit shy about it, but he would love to do the challenge with you.
However, with his condition, he will only join if you're either in a cold climate, or you have something freshly cold on you.
He'll try his best to win, but he feels very bashful about being so close to you.
If he somehow wins, he'll be really happy (also shy of course)
"I won??? Really? I feel happy! But... Could you get me something cold? I feel like I'm about to pass out...And... I don't mind doing this again sometime."
If you win, he's happy for you, he was even expecting it.
Congratulations, you get an overheated boy to take care of.
"You beat me, I'm happy for you! Maybe we can go out for icecream. In other words, I need something cold, so we can celebrate together!"
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May I request breakfast in bed for a General!Mad Hatter?
A/N: Eee yes of course! I'm glad to be able to exercise and work with my general iterations of characters lol. This one also comes with a little twist compared to the others tehe. Also this is the last of my 500 event prompts! Thanks so much to all those that participated 💚 it means the world to me! Will get back to normal requests soon, probably going to take a break for a while and do some drawing to break up the monotony lol.
Word Count: 541
General Mad Hatter - Breakfast in Bed
Jervis has had to cook plenty of his own meals.
He was rather proud of himself for how good of a cook he is. One of his more unknown special talents no one knew about.
Well, except you of course. You loved and enjoyed every meal, and yet he still felt anxious whenever he cooked something for you.
Jervis found himself awake earlier than necessary, especially since you two agreed to sleeping in.
However, he didn't want the opportunity to treat you to pass. He's always willing and able to show you how special you mean to him…
You tossed and turned in bed. Something wasn't right. You propped yourself up and reached out to the other side of the bed.
Where you were supposed to feel a mass of flesh, muscle, and bone adorned in cotton pajamas…you felt empty sheets.
You sat up more on the bed, even pulled back the sheets. Jervis was nowhere to be found.
Your eyes widened in worry for a moment. Your mind racing with possibilities, almost jumping out of bed-
"Good morning, darling~"
Instant sigh of relief. You turned around and noticed he held a tray with two dishes of homemade breakfast.
"Oh, good morning, Jervis…" You looked down at the tray he was carrying.
"D-Did you make breakfast?" You asked, reaching out for the tray.
Until Jervis pulled it away from you just out of reach.
"Now, now." He tutted. "I'm supposed to serve this to you."
You furrowed your eyebrows together, unsure what difference it made. You decide to lay back on your pillow and even properly tuck your blanket back to where your lap was covered.
That seemed to be what Jervis wanted as he rounded the bed to your side. He gracefully placed the plate in your lap and your preferred drink on your nightstand.
"Thank you, Jervis…this was awfully sweet."
He smiled warmly at you as he made his way to his side of the bed where his food was waiting for him.
"I'm sorry if I made you panic by not being here when you woke. I wanted to surprise you." Jervis apologized, not forgetting that frantic look on your face.
You smiled, reassuringly. "It's all right, sweetie. I am just glad you were here." You gave him a kiss on the cheek. "A kiss for the best chef in Gotham."
You two enjoyed your meal in peaceful tranquility. Occasionally, sharing a bite or two from your plates or feeding each other the food.
When you two were finished, you offered to take the dishes back to the sink.
However, Jervis wasn't having it. Before you could even gather your plate, silverware, and glass; Jervis already had it all back on the tray and he was out the door.
You sat in bed, debating whether to get up or stay in bed like you two initially planned…
Then you felt something or more like someone jump on the bed. You yelped as you came face to face with your beloved.
Jervis smiled down sweetly at you, before slowly leaning in for a kiss.
You couldn't help but feel your chest swell at just how much love you felt for this man and the love from him as well.
#ri writes#ri 500#dc mad hatter x reader#mad hatter x reader#jervis tetch x reader#batman mad hatter x reader#batman jervis tetch x reader#so sorry#if this seems lackluster#honestly ran out of steam at the end#hnng
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since you say youve been in the kuro fandom even before BoC aired, could you tell me about how it was back then? :D ive always been interested in learning how internet culture used to be, how things eventually changed, how they improved/declined etc, more so when the current community is pretty much dead. was there an experience that marked you, what do you remember most fondly? was there an event that excited the fandom more than any other (like the release of a chapter or smth)? which blogs were the most popular? Its okay if you dont want to tho, i understand!
Super interesting question! I hope I can provide some equally interesting information in return.
Before the fandom had reached Tumblr, much of it centred around a forum, or at least much of what I knew. It wasn't originally a Kuroshitsuji forum but a sub-forum of a Bleach forum, actually. I think it was called Bleach Asylum? And I don't know exactly how it came to be but I think that Bleach forum had lots of sub forums for then-popular anime and manga but Kuroshitsuji gained so much popularity and the fandom happened to gather there, so that sub forum really took off and it ended up being an anchor point for the fandom. I used to always look for the most recent scanlations there, back before we were able to buy them legally.
I didn't actively participate in that forum but I lurked occasionally. It was full of wild discussions, one of which was the "two Ciel(s) theory"/"2CT" as it was called back then. It had a strong following on the website back then already. I sadly don't remember any of the other theories that were making rounds back then...
I didn't really participate in much fandom stuff back then, limited my art posts to deviantArt and my personal facebook... but eventually, I made a tumblr specifically to interact with the fandom.
As for blogs, I don't really like doing any name dropping, especially because it would go into some people who used to ship sebaciel and turned anti, and other stuff I'd rather not talk about. I do feel like back in the day, there were a couple of gigantic Kuroshitsuji blogs with massive followings that got a LOT of asks every day (to the point where it seemed like a full time job to keep up with them). Discussion around sebaciel was very different, there have always been people who disliked it but unfounded rumours like "did you know that Kuroshitsuji was supposed to be a yaoi" made rounds without people questioning it. That always annoyed me a little tbh haha.
There was one fan artist on deviantArt whose name I sadly don't remember but I think they were THE kuro artist in Western fandom back then because their style looked very similar to the anime style. I still see their art sometimes.
And fun fact on the side, I grew up in German fandom spaces and we had a big website called Animexx (I think it's still around) that was dedicated specifically to all things manga, anime, and related stuff. They had really convenient ways of browsing on-site fanart, fanfic, doujinshi, cosplay, and other fan creations, as well as forums and ways to host your own fan events. Until the early 2010s, I hung out there a lot so until then, my perspective is distorted by that German lens. I used to post my early Kuroshitsuji fanart there too.
If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! I feel like I could go on tangents for much longer but idk how interesting that would be.
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Wip wednesday
nobody tagged me, I just wanted to participate lol. I'm actually getting excited about this supernatural au (even though it is rapidly getting out of hand)
They do eventually make it to the farmer's market. It's late enough in the day that it's mostly empty, which also means the pickings are slim. TK doesn't seem to mind, though, bouncing around the meager rows of pumpkins and thoroughly examining each one.
"Baby." Carlos crosses his arms. "It's been almost an hour. What you want to carve can't possibly be that big, can it?"
TK sighs exasperatedly. "It's not about the size, Carlos. It's all in the shape of the pumpkin."
"They're literally all the same shape: round."
"First of all, pretty sure round isn't a shape, babe." He picks up a pumpkin. "Second, they're not all round; this one's all lumpy on one side."
"So don't carve on that side. Problem solved."
TK sets the pumpkin down and swaggers over. "You know, if I didn't know any better," he says, "I'd think this whole excursion was just a way to get in my pants."
Carlos cocks an eyebrow. "Like we didn't just do that right before we came."
TK snorts. "I'm not that easy, Reyes."
"Playing hard to get?" he gasps in mock surprise. "That's supposed to be my line, Strand."
"Really? You don't remember our first night together?"
"Yes, but I also remember the first time we met." Carlos squeezes his ass. "I wasn't about to let a wolf string me along."
"So I guess you could say we were both a little skittish," TK compromises.
He's about to lean in for another kiss when movement catches in the corner of his eye. He turns, and immediately drops his hands from TK's face, blushing. "Uh—"
"Talia," TK beats him to it. Unlike Carlos, he seems actually happy to see her. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Hi, y'all," she says, almost bashful, like she didn't mean to interrupt them.
Or she didn't mean to get caught staring, Carlos' brain unhelpfully supplies. "You shop here?"
She shrugs casually. The black tank top she's wearing to combat the Texas sun shows off her bare shoulder, littered with even more scars. She shifts when she notices Carlos looking. "I go here sometimes, yeah. Mostly just for supplies."
"Supplies?" Carlos questions.
"Ingredients." She shows him one of the bags, full of herbs Carlos recognizes immediately. They're mostly used in the hunter community to ward off and weaken certain types of supernatural. He doesn't know if wolf's bane is in there, but if she came a little closer he knows TK would be able to tell.
"I'm pagan," she explains. "There's supposed to be an eclipse coming up, so I'm going to try to take advantage of it."
TK nods, though Carlos can tell he's fighting the urge to wrinkle his nose by the way he keeps sniffing. "Yeah, I heard about that," TK says. "They're saying there's supposed to be nearly full coverage?"
"We'll see," she says. "And you two are…?"
"Pumpkin shopping." Carlos hopes his smile doesn't look too forced. There's just something off about Talia, something he doesn't trust. Maybe he's being a little superficial, but an average hunter wouldn't get those scars unless they had a habit of becoming needlessly violent with their kills. "And you know what, I think we've just found the perfect one." He picks up the pumpkin TK had dropped at their feet, the one with the lumpy sides, and tugs TK over to the woman at the register.
TK doesn't stays silent, though Carlos can tell he wants to ask. As he's getting handed back his change, Talia calls out, "Enrique says hi, by the way."
Carlos stiffens, then forces himself to turn and wave. "Tell him we say hi back."
"See you around, Talia," TK says with a wave. Once she's turned away, Carlos hurries him back to the car.
"You don't think—"
"I don't know," Carlos answers honestly. "But I'm not willing to risk it."
"You don't trust her?" TK asks.
"I don't trust a lot of people." He sighs when TK gives him a look. "Enrique is traditional, and Talia is his—whatever she is to him. If they're on our trail—"
"Baby, if anyone's on our trail we would know by now. Especially you," he says, cupping Carlos' cheek, "my paranoid control freak. Nothing slips past you."
"I'm choosing to take that as a compliment."
"That's good, because it is one." He kisses Carlos' cheek. "I promise to stay safe, if that will make you feel better."
Their foreheads press together. Carlos takes a moment to breathe in TK's air, to cherish the closeness they have. He never wants to lose this. He can't even imagine what he would do without TK, even though the lives they lead are dangerous. "You can't promise me that."
"I can do my best, and you'll do yours. Right?"
"Yeah," he says, resolve hardening. "Let's go home and relax. How does that sound?"
TK smiles. "It sounds like someone wants to help me carve this pumpkin."
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Is all the characters being from Homestuck literal or a joke? (Genuine question, not upset. Just need clarification because that could really be either)
I'm breaking character in this post, for the only time. If you don't want the joke explained, don't keep reading.
Questions:
Is this a joke/rigged?
Yes. Submissions were not taken into account, every poll of round one was drafted long before submissions closed. I had the list of competitors and the match-ups planned before I even made the blog. This was the plan all along. The competition was rigged from the very beginning.
Is this a real competition?
Yes! I will be running polls with the characters in the match-ups. We will have a winner. It is still a real competition, and I encourage you to participate if you want, and reblog/vote and send propaganda.
Will you be running a different competition afterwards (with the real submissions)?
No. This is the only competition I'm going to run. If you stick around only because you think there's going to be a different competition than this one, you'll be disappointed.
Why is X included? Why wasn't Z included?
At the end of the day, the choice to exclude certain characters was a personal one. I'm no-longer going to be giving public reasoning for choices I've made including or excluding characters. You can DM me if you're genuinely concerned or curious.
Will you post the submissions?
No, not publicly. If someone with prior competition experience wants to run the competition, they can reach out and I'll likely share the data with them.
Surely you don't actually expect us to believe it was all Homestuck submissions?
No, I absolutely don't expect that. The absurdity is part of the joke. If you see my other posts insisting that the match-ups accurately reflect the submissions, that's because those posts are in-character.
Why did you do this?
Mostly to see how people would react. The original inspiration for it came from the way Homestuck characters are sometimes over-represented in Tumblr competitions, as well as the way people get really mad about Homestuck characters in these competitions. The joke is that every single Homestuck character is transgender, and that these characters are superior to every other transgender character in media. The original thought process was something along the lines of, "You could submit every single Homestuck character to a poll like this."
Complaints:
I feel cheated that my character didn't get in!/I put so much work into my submission!
The reality of these competitions is that most characters do not get in. If you're upset that your submission didn't make it, you're likely part of one of two groups. Either your character is less popular, and therefore wouldn't make the poll anyway, or your character is incredibly popular, in which case they've been included in countless identical polls already. When you submit a character, there's no guarantee that they'll make it. You do so voluntarily, with the knowledge that it's only a chance. If this is genuinely distressing to you, you may want to reconsider how you interact with online polls.
You're transphobic!
I'm transgender, and I don't feel that this joke is at the expense of transgender people. Even if you do feel that this joke mocks the transgender community, I think it is healthy and good to be able to take the piss out of ourselves from time to time.
I was hoping to discover new transgender representation!
This blog never claimed to be about transgender representation, and explicitly did not preference canonicity. However, if you're looking for interesting transgender characters, I have a webcomic in mind that you might find interesting.
This isn't funny.
That's okay, the joke wasn't for you.
[ID: Anonymous asked "You could say we got trolled." End ID]
Credits:
Thank you to @hsrips for the promo and image edits.
Thank you to my friends for laughing with me.
Thank you to the people spreading the polls and rooting for the characters, especially the people getting really into the more niche characters.
And most of all, thank you to the people who originally reblogged the post, who were here before the round one announcement, who submitted a huge amount of characters, and who got really upset at me. This joke relied so heavily on you, and I appreciate it a lot.
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