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homestuckreplay · 7 days

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Week 1 Retrospective: Who Is John Egbert?

It’s official - Homestuck is one week old today! And while a week is not a long run for a comic, it’s already got more pages than the author’s earlier work Bard Quest, so maybe it’s something worth recognizing. So I wanted to mark a week of Homestuck by doing a deep dive on what we’ve learned about our protagonist John Egbert so far. It’s some fact collection, some wild speculation, and some ongoing questions. It’s over 3000 words, so it’s under a readmore for anyone who’s interested.

If that doesn’t sound like a fun time to you (or even if it does), you can take the John Egbert Big 5 Personality Test to see how you score on John’s five key personality traits. It’s 14 multiple choice questions, so a much quicker read.

We’re introduced to John on page 4, where we’re given five key interests of his: bad movies, programming computers, paranormal lore, amateur magic, and gaming. I’ll take these one by one and use them as a framework for John’s character so far.

“You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES.”

John has eleven (11) movie posters on his walls. Of these, three star Matthew McConaughey and two star Nicolas Cage. More notably, six have a Rotten Tomatoes rating below 50%, and two of these are below 10%. I haven’t seen any of these movies, but as far as I can tell, here are the one sentence summaries [broad spoilers for all these movies].

Little Monsters: A boy befriends a monster and visits the monster world, where they try to convert him into a monster too.

Con Air: A paroled man disrupts a gang of prisoner’s escape from a prison transport plane.

Deep Impact: Earth tries to prepare for extinction after a comet is found on a collision course with Earth.

Ghostbusters II: After going out of business, the Ghostbusters reunite to combat a negative energy slime monster.

Mac and Me: A boy befriends a young alien who gets separated from his family and lost on Earth.

Contact: An Earth scientist successfully discovers alien life and travels to an alien world.

A Time to Kill: A father is acquitted in court for killing the perpetrators of racial hate crimes against his daughter.

Failure to Launch: A 35 year old man’s parents hire a woman to persuade him to finally move out of their home.

Face/Off: A terrorist and a FBI agent go through facial transplant surgery and temporarily swap identities.

Armageddon: A group of space workmen go on a mission to stop an asteroid from destroying Earth.

Ghost Dad: A man temporarily dies but is able to interact with his children in ghost form.

From this we can see that John really likes science fiction movies related to aliens, ghosts and monsters, as well as action comedy. We also know from page 21: ‘Films about impending apocalypse fascinate you’. A Time to Kill and Failure to Launch are the only ones that don’t fit his taste. The implication here is that John really loved Matthew McConaughey in Contact and so watched his other movies even though they were things he wouldn’t usually watch.

I’m curious if these movies are intended as clues to John’s character, the future of the comic, or both. In terms of his character, they make me see him as someone who’s imaginative and goofy, young and carefree, not concerned with other people’s opinions, more interested in watching movies for their surface meanings and exciting stories, maybe wants to escape to a different world, might be a little bit gay.

In terms of the future of the comic, it could be that we’re going to see literal aliens or monsters - they could even be already here, keeping John ‘homestuck’. Slime monsters are particularly highlighted, with Slimer from Ghostbusters appearing on John’s shirt and computer background, and his chumhandle, ectoBiologist, relating to slime. Slime invasion honestly feels too obvious, and anyway, several of John’s movies are about befriending a more benign supernatural force - could John’s Pesterchum friends be something other than human? Or maybe it’s a more metaphorical meaning, referring to John having a very different life to his friends?

Two of these movies feature Earth extinctions by giant space rocks, but there’s absolutely no indication of this being a real world threat John is dealing with. Again, it could refer more generally to a sudden, life changing event that’s about to happen to disrupt John’s current state, something that would fit thematically with this being John’s 13th birthday, a milestone age.

There’s also a theme of crime and the legal system in several movies, including Con Air, the one that’s been most highlighted. The most obvious interpretation of John’s dad right now is that he’s a clown or performer, but there’s an outside chance he could be in law enforcement, or a criminal. It’s even possible that he’s currently in hiding or some kind of safe house. This would explain John being ‘homestuck’ and sick of spending time with his dad.

Speaking of John’s dad, I’m concerned for him based on the Ghost Dad summary - the comic keeps teasing his presence, but we haven’t actually seen him yet. Could he be a ghost? Or become one at some point? Alternatively, we know John has an already dead relative - could his nanna be a ghost? Did John dropping her ashes release her ghost? Family is a really common theme in movies, so I don’t know if a large number of these movies being about family (especially fathers) is relevant, but I’m noting it all the same.

“You like to program computers but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT.”

John claims he ‘likes to program’, but it actually seems to make him angry. We first learn ‘[y]ou were never all that great with data structures and you find the concept [of the stack modus] puzzling and mildly irritating.’ We then see three files on John’s desktop, two in ^CAKE - ‘pff.^CAKE’ and ‘FUCK FUCK FUCK.^CAKE’ and one in ~ATH - ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.~ATH’. These tell a clear narrative of John trying to work on his programming and getting increasingly more frustrated with his attempts, until inevitably giving up. Both of the programming languages are puns, too. ^ is often called a carat (carrot cake) while ~ is a tilde (til death).

I know this is wild speculation, but… John started off coding in a harmless programming language, was already struggling, then for some reason switched over to the most ominous possible sounding language, screwed it up even worse, and now… he’s constantly haunted by the ghost of failed programming attempts in the form of his sylladex, which he appears to be new to using (he had no prior understanding of it on page 7 - although this could be handwaved due to video game tutorial logic), and which operates similarly to a computer program and seems to cause John endless frustration. He’ll have to figure out how to exploit the inventory system in ways that help him, which involves actually figuring out some stuff about coding, in order to partake in some real life ghostbusting, or monster hunting, or dealing with whatever threat he’ll have to deal with by using inventory hacks.

“You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE,” (...)

By far the interest of John’s that we’ve seen the least of so far, John’s love of the paranormal is mostly inferred through his movie preferences, and we don’t see any direct evidence of an interest in lore. However, I can’t stop fixating on John’s chumhandle: ectoBiologist. The comic’s first act was to draw attention to giving John a name, and for many 2009 kids, the names they go by online are more meaningful and representative of them than their real world names.

‘ecto-’ means ‘outer, outside, external’ according to dictionary.com, and it’s actually a common prefix in a variety of fields of biology, but there’s no such thing as ‘ectobiology’ as a field, or an ‘ectobiologist’ - neither term has any search results prior to Homestuck. I think it’s way more likely that this refers to ectoplasm, a term from both cell biology and spiritualism that was popularized by Ghostbusters to mean any substance secreted by a ghost, in practice often manifesting as green slime. Slimer, who we can guess is John’s favorite, is a benign ghost made of pure ectoplasm. I love the idea that John loves this dumb ghost so much that he’s memorized all the lore about them in their appearances throughout the franchise, and devised this username based on being an expert on these ghosts right down to their biology (or at least thinking he is).

The only catch is, ‘fondness for paranormal lore’ is very passive and doesn’t even imply much knowledge, much less action, while ‘biologist’ implies that John has been doing actual experiments. The idea of John trying to create a real life Slimer the same way other kids make slime in their kitchens is really entertaining, if an off the wall theory. Does ‘homestuck’ just mean John is grounded for an unethical science project?

(...) “and are an aspiring AMATEUR MAGICIAN.”

The magic chest is one of the biggest, most eye catching and most colorful objects in John’s room. We see its contents on page 8, which lean more into joke store items than things a magician might use, except for the trick handcuffs and perhaps the collapsible sword. The narration on this page states that John is neither a skilled magician nor a cunning prankster. I’m nitpicking definitions here, but everything John has done so far has been way more about pranks than about magic.

John’s uses of the magic chest to date are…

various putting things into his inventory and removing them (funny, but unintentionally)

combining fake arms with cake (p.36) out of necessity, which ‘makes the cake at least 300% more hilarious’

merging hat with beagle puss to create a clever disguise (p.45) and wearing it for 25+ pages, which he acknowledges is a ‘shitty disguise’

attaching fake arms to harlequin doll (p.65), which makes it ‘AT LEAST a million percent funnier’

All of which are definitely not magic tricks, and honestly not even pranks. Arguably John’s best and most successful prank so far has been when he pretended not to have arms for the first six pages, before revealing his arms after the interface had gone to the trouble of moving the cake off his magic chest to get him some arms.

John keeps thinking about reading Colonel Sassacre’s Guide to Magical Frivolity and Practical Japery, but always finding some excuse not to. He can’t read it until he captchalogues it, but once he does that, it gets buried in his inventory. He assumes that the book can tell him the exact percentage increase of hilarity a prank leads to, but it’s too big for him to actually look anything up.

An outside theory for this that I don’t think is likely simply because it’s so much darker than the comic has been so far, is that John loves this book, but since the incident where his nanna was killed by a copy (perhaps even this copy?) he hasn’t been able to bring himself to read it. A far more likely theory is that while John is an aspiring amateur magician, it’s more of a big idea, and he hasn’t actually done any magic yet. This also tracks with his weaksauce pranks above. And if that’s true, then it says a lot about John that he defines himself by a hobby he aspires to but doesn’t actually practice - he’s someone with big dreams and less motivation, just like his big dream of going to collect the mail from his father despite the lack of motivation that’s kept him messing around for 70 pages.

“You also like to play GAMES sometimes.”

Potentially most important of all is Gamer John. We get a list of games John likes to play from inspecting his CD tower the same way we get a list of movies from looking at his posters.

Bard Quest

The Caper Havers

Problem Sleuth

And It Don’t Stop

What Pumpkin?

Ghostbusters II MMORPG

Little Monsters (for Nintendo)

Harry Anderson: Call My Bluff!

The first five games all reference previous work by the author of Homestuck, and as such probably don’t need in depth analysis. However, the fact that within the world of Homestuck, these are all games (instead of comics) is one of several suggestions that we should think of Homestuck as a game, something that needs further analysis.

The next two games are video game adaptations of movies we know John likes, and the last is a branded video game from Harry Anderson, whose book we’ve already seen in John’s magic chest. Notably, none of these are real video games in our world either. It says a lot that John plays game versions of things he already likes (he’s put ‘countless manhours’ into this assortment of quality titles).

However, it’s undeniable that the most important game in John’s life right now is Sburb. The poster is behind his head in the first panel, placed centrally with one of the only two splashes of color in the panel. The beta release is the only thing marked on his calendar for April besides his birthday, and the Sburb logo is even the picture printed on the calendar - perhaps it’s a calendar themed around new game releases? There’s clear delight on John’s face when he thinks about getting the beta, and his quest to fetch it from the recently delivered mail is the closest thing to a story this comic has so far.

Unfortunately, we know almost nothing about Sburb, so we don’t know what it says about John that he wants to play it. It’s publicized as the Game of the Year, and according to GameBro, the game may be about houses and the player may not get to thrash anything, although these details are provided by someone who hasn’t played the game so I’m not taking them as expert opinion. It might be multiplayer - TT has been pestering TG all day about playing it with her. Maybe John just wants to share a game with his friends.

Speaking of GameBro, John can’t stand the magazine, although he for some reason has a copy on his desk. He describes the publication as ‘a joke’ to TG, and he makes the effort to take it downstairs to the fire and burn it, presumably releasing asbestos fibers into the house and causing serious lung damage to himself and his father. Does he read this because it’s the only games magazine that exists? Or did he like it just fine until now, when it trashed the game he’s excited about, and now he’s furious with it? Either way, it tracks with John’s overall fondness for critically panned media that he would be angry about contrarian critics.

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All of this has left me with a few questions about John as our main character. These are the things that I’m keeping an eye on and trying to answer as the story continues.

What is John good at?

We hear so much about what John is bad at. He’s explicitly stated to be bad at programming, pranks, and magic. He’s bad at using his sylladex. He’s clumsy and knocked over his nanna’s ashes. He’s got bad taste in media. He’s funny but only when he doesn’t try to be, and even then he’s sometimes the butt of the joke, where the joke is how not funny John’s joke is. He was tempted to squawk like an imbecile and shit on his desk. He has like six different prankster props and he doesn’t even use all of them. I’m saying all this with love and kindness because he also just seems like such a sweet kid, but so far he doesn’t have any defined strengths or skills.

Is he going to turn out to be really good at gaming and kick ass at Sburb? Are we going to get a curveball where it turns out John is an amazing baker, and he hates the cakes in his room and the smell of Betty Crocker because he can do so much better than that packet mix? Or is he starting off from this low point so he can develop skills as time goes on?

What is John’s relationship with his dad really like?

John doesn’t want his dad to monopolize his time and feels trapped in his room, despite his dad baking cakes and leaving notes on gifts telling John he’s proud of him. John’s dad gets his son one great present that John’s really appreciative of, and one terrible present that John immediately hates. All of this feels very reasonable and normal for a teen feeling misunderstood by a parent who’s trying their best.

And then there’s the clowns.

John can excuse magical frivolity and practical japery, but he draws the line at harlequins. He’s an aspiring magician, but his dad’s figurines are ‘fucking garbage’ and his dad ‘sure can be a real cornball’. John seems like somebody who gets angry at ultimately unimportant things, like bad reviews of games, too many cakes, and harlequin figurines, but because of the subject matter it reads like an intense rivalry between two highly specific subcultures that outsiders would group together. John is really making a huge deal of needing to disguise himself and mentally prepare himself to go down and face his dad, and I want to know if there’s any genuine reason behind John’s fear, or if it’s solely the overdramatics I’m starting to think are typical of him.

Is John ‘Homestuck’?

‘Sometimes you feel like you are trapped in this room. Stuck, if you will, in a sense which possibly borders on the titular.’ (p.30)

John clearly feels like he’s stuck at home, but is this the extent of the title’s meaning? His dad has recently returned from getting groceries, so leaving the house is in theory possible. Reasons why John might be homestuck include: he’s not allowed to leave the house (for example, he’s grounded, or his dad is very controlling), he can leave the house but there’s nowhere to go (he lives near major roads, bodies of water, farms, or other obstacles, and there’s no public transport to get anywhere), or he can leave the house but it’s not safe to do so (there’s some sort of external threat, either supernatural like a monster or alien invasion, or mundane like a criminal or bomb threat). Seeing out of John’s window and into his front yard does not provide any clues; it looks like an extremely average front yard with a tree, swing and mailbox, and we know the mail was recently delivered, so there can’t be anything too world-ending happening in the neighborhood. Right now John’s goal (the Sburb Beta disc) is inside the house, so this might not get answered right away - in fact, my running theory is that the game itself might hold the answers, as its logo is a house.

What’s the differentiation between John and the narrator?

My biggest question of all, and one that probably deserves its own essay. I’m fascinated by the lines ‘In a kid's yard, a tree without a tire swing is like a proper gentleman without a monocle.’ (p.27) and ‘In a home, a FIREPLACE needs a fire, because that's what FIREPLACE is for.’ (p.50). These lines carry so much opinion, but because the narrator is constantly addressing John with the second person ‘you’, I don’t think these are John’s opinions. The narrator does have a window into John’s thoughts, so the line between them can be blurred, but there's clearly a distinction somewhere, because there have been pushbacks and disagreements between the two of them.

One theory is that John’s dad is the narrator - John’s at home a lot for whatever reason, and so the constant and overbearing presence of his dad means that he can’t get him out of his head even when he’s alone, the commands at the top of each page reflecting John’s dad’s level of control over his son’s life. But I think this question is open ended enough that I’m not willing to commit to one theory yet. After all, we ‘examine 3rd and 4th walls of [John’s] room’ which is a directly meta allusion to the comic’s audience that only really makes sense if the narrator isn’t a character in the comic itself.

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I think John Egbert has been really well characterized so far. He feels like a real kid, one who keeps getting off track and forgetting what he should be doing, but one who it’s enough fun to get to know that I don’t really notice. While the main character in media often doesn’t end up being the most interesting character, I do want to keep an eye on John because I think he has a lot going on to analyze. Above the style and the world and the mechanics, John as a character is the aspect of the comic I’m most interested in right now.

#homestuck #john egbert #analysis

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dnd-smash-pass-vs · 4 months

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Wait what's the thing about gold elves killing eilistraee followers as big eilistraee simp i never heard of this. What do I have to blame Corellon "Known Bitch" Larenthian with now?

...oh boy. I don't have the most time today, but I can always rattle off elven lore. idk why, I just got obsessed in the rabbit hole for a year for some reason, despite not being my favorite.

Ok, are you familiar with the evermeet debacle? Gold elves decided to make a new elf-only land by ripping out a chunk of heaven itself and throwing into the sea? Dark elves mentioned basic water displacement exists, and how every time gold elves try high magic it goes wrong and even wipes out entire elven species? Got banned for eternity even after being proven right, basically for insinuating that a Gold Elf plan is capable of fault. Well after everyone rebuilt from the widespread slaughter of most life on continents worth of coast, thier arrogance boiled over and the main gold elf nation tried to subjugate all other elves. Starting with the country which was Eilistraee's capital of worship. That was the start of the Dark Elf decent, as the country on the other side of the coast started fighting thier way through every nation between the two, using worse and worse means in a desparate attempt to get to dark/green elf nation they'd subjugated. Starting with fire, eventually leading to demons and undead. but. Um. Gold elves got sick of 3000 years of failed subjugation I guess, because they made a magical eternal nuke that wiped it off the face of the planet. Specifically with high magic, which comes through Corelleon and he has sole control over, able to just turn it off at any time. note that it took drow high mages running in and having to manually turn it off, even if Corellon somehow didn't register it happening he still had to approve for it to keep going endlessly. Remember, this nation that was vaporized was Eilistraee's place. The prime dark elf nation realized this was now a war for survival, went full feral cornered animal, and the other elves turned the dark elves into drow. Corellon even barred them from the afterlife, took away much of thier elven powers and cut them off from his love. like, for all elves and nations, even those in other planes or completely uninvolved. If you wonder why Lolth even has power, it's because when they made thier descent there was just her, a god of hedonism, and the slime god. Eilistraee had lost most of her influence because all her worshippers had been vaporized. The gold elves had destroyed all influences of good, so lolth had free reign. I made an unhinged video on it after like a year of reading up on every elf I could find and trying to boil the script down. not the most proud of it since I was barely conscious by the end of editing so there's weird pauses between some lines, and...holy shit looking back I forgot subtitles. I'll need to add those when I have a moment. but if you're interested in the full story. 13:05 for the war, 14:35 for the dark elf part. Or the whole thing if you want to hear a listing of all elves, as I learn that I'm not actually biased against them like I thought, just specifically against the Gold elves and Shadar-Kai. And the lythari, but I don't actually have anything against them, I just think the insistence that they aren't lycanthropes is a bit dumb.

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#not tournament #answers

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incorrectghostbustersquotes189 · 12 days

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Honestly I’m not one to make a lot of headcannons but I’m tempted to try to make some.

Answer to @differentsublimephantom ‘s ask for ghost head-cannons

Muncher (mostly sad though):

Was a worker in Shandor’s selenium factory in the 30s/40s.

Had an accident at said factory that resulted in his death (not surprising)

Somehow died because of nails, don’t ask how, probably gruesomely. That’s why he spits nails at them.

He‘s only really harmful when he feels threatened otherwise he just eats metal.

Podcast came up with the nickname name Muncher because he „munches“ Metal. Phoebe found the name weird but gave in and used him when they caught him.

After getting released by Podcast he just returned to his manifestation point. They never tried to catch him again.

Gozer: Don’t have any at the moment.

Vinz and Zuul:

Definitely have a thing for each other. I mean, the way to bring Gozer into this world is making out with each other.

Both have human/ghost appearances but Gozer forbids them to show themselves like that.

They weren’t always demons. In around 3000 B.C. they were a couple who got sacrificed to Gozer as a human sacrifice, who made them their servants. (Tragic..)

Were also Gozer worshippers before their death.

Slimer (Frozen Empire Edition):

Staying in the Firehouse since 1989.

Just stole food from various places over the last thirty years

Loves cheetos, they’re his favorite snack

Trevor never tries to catch him again and eventually just buys extra snacks for Slimer.

Possesor:

Non human entity

Very mischievous but actually pretty harmless. Only attacked the Ghostbusters because it was under Garraka‘s influence.

Loves messing with the lab crew and especially Lars.

Lars plays games with it and occasionally gives him tennis balls.

Pukey:

Lucky called it that after it puked way to much Slime on them.

Normally friendly, but it’s better to keep it behind a glass if you don’t want to risk get puked at.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters slimer #zuul #vinz clortho #gozer the gozerian #ghost #headcanon #headcanons

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months

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It's all fun and games for Pinter after he makes you his "assistant", until you give him the wildest sloppy toppy gawk gawk slurp slurp gluck 3000, he can't get anything done and is close to passing out.

That just means he'll give you a raise.

And by raise, he means he's going to plow you over his desk.

Pinter decided you're good enough for it. Everyone who works with him can tell what's going on inside his office, the squealing and grunting is heard through the entire hall, probably by the poor people just trying to have a nice break too.

It's not like anyone has the balls to interrupt him anyway. Not until the shameless wet sound of skin on slime fades.

#Pinter oc

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42frogs · 3 months

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Idk what to do about my dad being a slime ball but also my mum can't talk about it without setting feminism back 3000 years

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deepdreamnights · 6 months

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Rooms to Rent, $3000/mo, no utilities

The image(s) above in this post were made using an autogenerated prompt and/or have not been modified/iterated extensively. As such, they do not meet the minimum expression threshold, and are in the public domain.

Prompt: a dark room with glowing multi-colored radioactive waste pouring into it, pools of glowing yellow-green-blue slime on the ground, glowing vibrantly :: a destroyed room with walls and floors covered in debris, in the style of light green and dark bronze, hauntingly beautiful, school of london, cottagepunk, photo taken with provia, time-lapse photography, elaborate detail --ar 4:3

#DeepSCREAM Nights #ai artwork #generative art #unreality #midjourney #midjourney v5 #autogenerated prompt #public domain art #free art #public domain

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litgwritersroom · 1 year

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After cherrygate (and MC ending it with Mason/Levi), she turns to Rohan for comfort.

Rohan

S1 | Rohan/MC | 3000 words | @i-boop-you

Even when something is right in front of you, it can be as far away as the sun. On the night Cherrygate takes place, Rohan ends up as the shoulder Hallie has to cry on.

From the outside in, Rohan thought it was obvious the type of person Levi was. He admitted to being a cheat on day one, then spent the next few weeks messing with Hallie behind Jen’s back, playing both girls at the same time, always making them believe that they were the one girl he was serious about. Even his Beach Hut confessions were dripping with slime as he would throw casual insults at their backs disguised as him trying to make up his mind.

Well, he did. There was a recoupling, and he picked Hallie. Then he played tongue tennis with Cherry only a couple of hours after getting into bed with Hallie.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Hallie screeched, her finger pointing at Levi and Cherry like she was wielding a gun from over Jake’s shoulder.

“Hallie, come on, there’s no need to be so -”

Cherry’s attempt to diffuse the situation only served to set Hallie off more. The look on Hallie’s face was almost comical if not for how awful everything was. Her eyes widened as her top lip curled into a sneer.

“Oh, there is every need, babe, don’t get me started!” Hallie fired back.

Jake gently pushed back, bearing himself further into Hallie’s space and directing her attention towards himself. “Come on, Hallie, no good can come of this tonight,” he said, settling his hands on her shoulders.

His soft gaze fell on her as he hunched down to better look her in the eye. Rohan marvelled at the subtle ways Hallie relaxed in that moment. The easing of her muscles, how she straightened up, holding her chin high, highlighting the fine woman she was. What followed was jealousy, how Jake could put her at ease with one look, some comforting words, how at ease she was around him.

Bitterness rolled in afterwards. Fleetingly, because how could Rohan stay mad at Jake? Especially for something Jake couldn’t help.

Then Rohan was back to feeling hollow. Hallie was right there. He could reach out and be the one with the comforting arm around her shoulder if only he dared. Scaling to the tops of the big ring and facing that near ten foot drop wasn’t as scary as this.

He was a go-getter; if he wanted to do something, he did it, but Hallie had made it clear that she wasn’t interested in him. He’d remembered how happy he was at that recoupling when only Hallie and Erikah were left. He liked them both, a lot. Would have been happy with either, but had already gaged that he and Hallie were more on each other’s levels. Still, she picked Jake, and Rohan was happy to shrug that off.

Until it turned out that Hallie wasn’t even that interested in Jake. She declared it a friendship couple that same night, crushing Jake without meaning to … and Rohan got caught in the crossfire. If she picked Jake and it was just friendship, then where did that leave her feelings for him?

Normally, it wouldn’t bother him, and at first he tried not to let it, but Hallie was like the sun; she gave him life, and made the days brighter, and she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help gravitating towards her, and the more he basked in her rays of fire, the more he dreaded the cold moments where she wasn’t near.

He looked forward to the mornings knowing that the sun would rise, and dreaded tucking himself between chilled sheets at night, settling in for a dark night without her.

Hallie allowed herself to be taken away by Jake, the pair of them heading back to the bedroom. Rohan followed quietly behind, having gone with Hallie to investigate in the first place. He’d barely had a chance to take in Levi and Cherry before Jake had appeared like a knight who knew all the right things to say.

His stomach was in knots all the way down to the bedroom. The citrusy scent of her shower gel whisked behind her as he followed in her footsteps. Did she know she was creating a pathway of heaven behind her? She had the life of an orchard; the fragrance, the vitality, the lusciousness of something taken care of to perfection.

“What if Levi tries to come to bed?” Hallie asked, a frustrated whimper that couldn’t quite hide that it was a possibility she was scared of.

“I’ll go speak to him,” Jake said, “Make sure he knows that he’ll need to sleep on the daybeds tonight or he’ll get kicked out of bed.”

“Thanks, Jake.”

Jake hunched back out the room, looking twice his usual size now that he had a bone to pick. Rohan didn’t fancy being in Levi’s shoes and having the gentle giant all up in his face, but as he was left alone with Hallie and the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, he realised he had his own battle to cower from.

Hallie stood with her face in her hands, taking a moment to gather herself together. There had been no mistaking that she had been vying for Levi from day one, and then she finally had him … and he immediately showed his true colours, lit up neon, harsh and blaring, so bright Hallie couldn’t look directly at it, but so bold there was nothing else to see, so she had no choice but to look, and see, and take it all in.

Rohan put his hand on her back. “I’m sorry, Hal. You didn’t deserve that.”

One touch, his hand on her, fingers at her shoulder blade, and in an instance, she was all over him; her arms around him and his around her; her face buried in his neck as he buried his face in the sweet mandarin scent of her thick hair; the warmth of the sun engulfing him whole, like biting into the juiciest apple he’d ever taste. He never wanted it to end.

It felt like forever that they held one another, but all too soon, Hallie pulled back. “I can’t sleep now. I’m so tired, but - ugh.” Her hands were back over her eyes. Hiding tears? Just easing the heavy sting of sleep that won’t come? “I need to go outside and cool off.”

“I’ll come with,” Rohan said, already stepping behind her, and as the last word fell, he was at her side. Hallie had waited for him, and the moment he came up, she was leaning against him, walking with him as support, never knowing how hard it was making his heart thump.

He’d been less nervous facing the trapeze.

After stopping off for a glass of water, Hallie led Rohan to the sofas at the back of the garden. She sat down with her legs crossed on the bench. She had Rohan’s hand, but he wasn’t sure if she was even aware of it. He felt sweaty where she touched him, but he didn’t want to let go in case this was the last time he ever held her.

Staring out at the vast night sky, the blinkering lights of some far houses in the middle of nowhere like they were, Hallie looked, above all, defeated.

“Thank you for coming out, but you don’t need to stay,” she said, finally blinking herself back to the present, tearing herself away from the night-blackened countryside. Rohan had been lost in her as she had been lost in the landscape, unable to look away until he had to.

He shook his head. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to. I don’t want to leave you out here on your own.”

She managed an inch of smile, but her face softened, her wet eyes lingering on him. “Don’t be sweet to me or I’ll be forced to reckon that not all men are garbage.”

With a snort, he said, “By all means, I can say that I’m here on ulterior motives or something…”

She let out a bark of a laugh that immediately had him grinning. “Oh, please! That’s just what I would need! To do to Erikah what just happened to me…”

And like that, they were washed of their small semblance of fun, the glimmer of good feeling retracting as reality was forced upon them once more.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said, tone as serious as he could make it without losing any softness. “I know you and Erikah are tight. I … I wouldn’t want to be the one to make things awkward for you.”

“Yeah …” she huffed, rolling her eyes, and leant onto him again, her head dangerously close to his heart. He tried to calm himself, but that only made it thump harder. “Erikah’s been my closest friend in here, and I’m not the type of girl to fall out with my friends over boys. No offence.”

“None taken,” he said, smiling despite the way she was politely telling him that it would never happen between them. “It’s not like you’d ever be interested in me anyway, not when you can have your choice of the Villa.”

Another scoff came from her, and she sat up again. “Well, that’s just not true.”

He couldn’t stop grinning. There was no way after all this time that she couldn’t see it as the truth. “Hallie, don’t kid. Everyone here knows it. You could have whoever you wanted.”

The look she gave him was like she couldn’t shut her mouth, but she was still too stunned to speak. Slowly, assuredly, she shook her head. “Rohan … I can’t have whoever I want in here. I told you already … I would never let a boy get between me and my friends. I’m not that type of girl. I never have been.”

Now he felt like the one too stunned to talk. He couldn’t even blink, he sat there so motionless, the waves of what she’d said hitting him too hard for him to be anything other than numb.

His words tumbled out quietly, so awkwardly self-conscious, like he couldn’t believe it, like he thought he’d gotten it wrong. “What do you mean?”

Hallie took a deep breath, never breaking eye contact with him. “I wanted you the moment you came in. You were cute, you were funny, you were easy to talk to … but you were also the first guy in here that Erikah really liked.” Her shoulders sagged, and she sounded mournful, though not bitter, as she added, “She made it clear that she liked you and that she’d consider it crossing a boundary if I ever went there with you.”

If he had felt stunned before, it was nothing compared to now.

“And Erikah pointed out how I could easily have any of the other guys, but after tonight … she was for sure wrong,” Hallie sighed. “I should have listened to my gut and stopped grafting on Levi ages ago.”

Rohan didn’t know what else to say, so he asked, “Why didn’t you?”

After a blink, Hallie turned from him, and he got the feeling that whatever she was about to say was something she couldn’t confess while looking him in the eye.

“Because … I didn’t know what else to do,” she said. “It just made sense that after everything, I should keep doing what I was doing, but I wish … I wish I didn’t have to.”

He didn’t know what it was that possessed him to do so, but he reached out, and he took her hand in his. “Hallie … I … God, I wish something was said sooner. You know I like you, right? That if it had been us guys choosing, I would have picked you. Every time. No hesitation and no regrets. Every. Time.”

Their brown eyes were locked on one another’s, and it was like the whole world melted away. It was him, and it was Hallie, and nothing else mattered. How could it?

The space between them was closing in, growing smaller, shrinking inch by inch.

“I know,” she said, voice shaky, her eyes on his nearing lips, “and that makes it so much harder. I’ve tried ignoring this, but …”

“I can’t stop either,” he told her. “I’ve tried to be happy without you, Hallie, but I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

They stopped. He brushed her hair behind her ear, their foreheads pressed against one another.

“If I could do it all over again, I…” Hallie’s voice continued to shake.

“Hallie, I’ll be yours,” he said. “If you want. I’ll be yours. You’re who I want … you have no idea what you do to me, how you make me feel. I’ve never felt this for anyone before. If you’d have me, I’m yours.”

Her eyes were glistening with tears again.

“I can’t do that to Erikah,” she said, a hardness forced into her voice. “I - I’m sorry, Rohan, I have to go before I do something stupid. I -” She stood, racing onto her feet, but before she could disappear into the night, she turned and stopped to face him. “I’m sorry, and thank you, but - I can’t do this. Not right now.”

Never had he felt as hollow as he did right then. The world felt like it had been finally spinning his way, only to grind to a halt so suddenly that he was scared he’d fall off and never stop.

Hallie was gone, her footsteps long since stopped creaking across the decking, but the smell of the citrus was left behind, the only thing left to prove that he had ever lived in the sun. Even for just a second.

The months came and went. The sun disappeared for longer and longer at a time, and he faced the cold Winter alone. The one shining spot was the reunion coming up.

Nerves came back in full force after not feeling them since he’d been in the Villa back in summer. Rohan steeled himself, noting how ridiculous it was for him to still be so hung up after all this time, when he’d had nothing but rejection.

Though nothing could erase hearing that she liked him back. That she wanted him, too. Erikah had taken herself out of the picture the moment a new boy arrived, but her claws were in him enough that Rohan still did not stand a chance. For girls like Hallie, mates ‘exes’ were still out of bounds. Even when it looked like Erikah had something to do with Levi locking his lips with Cherry, Hallie remained above it, showing she was so much more than Erikah’s pettiness and that she didn’t need to resort to making the other girl even more jealous to win.

Hallie was just everything, and Rohan was glad to have been in her orbit even if for only a moment. He could hardly believe he was circling back around already.

When he entered the house Jen and Tim had rented out for the party, Hallie wasn’t there yet. The Christmas tunes blared, and Tim handed out Jen’s Christmas cocktails faster than Rohan could drink them; the fire roared, chestnut-less, and the ex-Islanders caught up with one another over it.

Then she arrived.

In a Christmas jumper that would have looked awful on anyone else, she made it amazing. She came in carrying a sack of presents like Santa Claus, and amongst the mix of ‘ho-ho-ho’s as she handed them out, Rohan couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

Was she more beautiful? Glowing? Happier now that the drama of the Villa was over? Whatever it was, it radiated to him, making him feel fuzzy from the inside out. Every time she smiled at anyone, he could see her joy spreading to them, infecting them the easiest and simplest way there was. Just by being unapologetically happy.

As the sack emptied, and the last presents were given out, Hallie went to hand it over to him, but hesitated.

“Hey, do you mind if we go somewhere private?” She asked, not letting the gift go once he had a hold of it.

He blinked about a hundred times before realising she was waiting for his answer. “Sure, Hals. Uh, let’s go.”

So they wandered, through the house with its tinkling lights everywhere, under archways adorned with tinsel, going room after room as different smells of Christmas blended through the corridors, until finally they were far enough away that Mariah Carey could be mistaken for Michael Buble.

“Open your present,” Hallie told him, her smile lightening up the dark room.

Rohan was quiet as he unwrapped, unable to stop the grin from climbing into the corners of his mouth as he slowly took his time. The box was small, wrapped beautifully. So much so that he felt bad about unboxing it.

Then he opened it up.

Inside were two tickets. A trip to Mallorca for two weeks in early January.

“It might be Winter, but I want a do-over of my Summer of Love,” she grinned. “So, Rohan, how about it? Want to see if this time, you and I have a better chance of making it?”

His heart stopped but was hammering away at the same time. Without thinking about it for a second longer, Rohan did what he had wanted to do the moment he saw her on his TV screen. He kissed her.

She was warm, the taste of citrus as present as ever, like he was biting into the juiciest fruit, never realising he had been dying of thirst. He didn’t want it to end, but he had to let it so that they could begin something entirely new altogether.

His hands on her face, gazing into her honey eyes, he said, “That’s a yes, Hallie. That’s the biggest yes ever.”

“In that case…”

She kissed him again, and he made the most of it, never remembering how it ended, but always remembering how they began.

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Commentary on Interview With The Vampire - Episode 1 (Spoilers)

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Barely fully in and it already looks beautiful. Was the budget in the billions because this shit is so crisp, fuck!

Hannah Baker was out-fucking performed. TAPES RO HARRASS A DYING MAN WHO DIDNT USE YOUR VAMPIRE SECRET? Lestat would be so proud!

I am so happy this is the direction they chose — brining us to modern time, the only time I wanna hear about the pandemic in entertainment media. And all while humanity does, Louis is stuck in his high tower with some high tech ass Dubai apartment? Purr.

Nvm, Mans seem sick of it lmao. Stuck there in his own personal house-coffin (I’d still prefer a coffin, and I feel like Lestat would have never chosen a place penthouse. He’s too French for modern builds. “Louis? NO QUALITY WOODEN COFFIN?” He’d say, in a French accent, in disgust.

I am a whore for period piece and they’re taking us to 1910 AND New Orleans? Spoiled. We’ve been spoiled.

Gosh the vulgar language, I am shaking from excitement! Pls!

I know a lot of black folks hate it when they have the white say the n-word, but that ‘unhand me nigger’ comment killed me, that white man forgot where he was for a second

I too agree, anal without consent is against god (I screamed, the whores are funny)

Not Paul tryna play captain save a Ho, man’s brough a Bible Too — I love him.

THE BRAWL! And this whole time Lestat is watching like it’s forplay for later.

HE PULLED A SWORD ON HIS OWN BROTHER? That’s cold Lou, but I respect it, gotta do what you gotta do.

Lestat watching, BRICKED UP, and I cannot believe nobody’s falling in love like this ANYMORE. WE USED RO BE A SOCIETY! (How I imagine Lestat internally, as he watch his man pull a whole sword out of his Pimp 3000 Cain)

Pls not the disgusted faces on the white men watching Louis walk in!!! Fighting for their lives to not say sum — TRY IT :^b

The lines should have been “damn so they just letting anybody in” so I could have really lost it. His racism wasn’t racist enough — I predicted they’d make him a proper French (racist) but they didn’t drive it all the way, and I get why. Can’t have the protagonist calling the other protagonist a nigger after all (well I haven’t seen Ep. 2 so perhaps) but it would be accurate. I just don’t believe white ppl weren’t racist, even the DOCTOR was sliming it around and that’s the homie, y’a know?

Awww Lestat is like a tarot girlie after watching one Tiktok reading and suddenly she sees 11.11 everywhere. “Ah Louis?! I was heading to St. Louis? Hahah so you’re my saint haha”, Lestat pls you look desperate pls breath baby breath (same tho)

His French is so good! Ça m’a pris par surprise! Qu’est-ce qu’il est français ou il est juste un bon acteur? I could Google it, but how else will I flex that I too, speak French. Lestat is actually my cousins neighbor, oui oui baguette.

LMAOOOO “that explains the attire” SHOTS FIRED. Man’s came for his whole fit, and Lestat laughed it off cuz he’s in love, wow.

Lestat is such a scorpio sun libra Mercury scorpio mars because who tells a story, LEANS FOR A SLUTTY KISS and continues with the same elegance? He’s such a slut, I love it!

The way he just had foreplay and the whole time Louis fighting for his life to not bust. Cuz what? Watching a man touch a woman that way with their gaze fixed on you only? He’s playing with you Lou! RUN (not to fast tho, make it clap as you go tihi)

Am I wrong for thinking Louis was not just mad that Lestat froze him but that he knows without much effort? He knows Louis a raging homosexual and it’s been what? Minutes? Pls!

“I’ve emptied a bank volt to sample” LESTAT! He’s a whore but I’m still shocked, I knew this BUT IM STILL SHCOKED!

He really saw Louis in the act for seconds and decided to not just stay but get a home, furnish it, get a wardrobe, ignore that it’s basically a red light district (sure there’s buisness but he comes off too french to ever accept to live near the sound of cheeks being clapped) JUST cuz Louis is there. When will it be me god?

“You are his destiny Louis”— istfg if I do not experience this soon I will combust. PlS!

The bidding war was so hot and then he placed his ring and I felt it in every fiber of my being. Can’t beleive Lilly didn’t say ‘just get y’a cocks out and let’s do it the proper way’ the way they were slinging

Louis’ idk if I wanna be him, beat him or fuck him moment was real, man’s was fighting gay thoughts with all his might (and looses, later)

His mind filled with just Lestat huh? So the gay thought’s won? I wonder if he tells Lestat that? If he does I think lestat’s head will grow too big for his hats.

Thé poker game was smooth and I love how Louis just went meh, and didn’t question the time freezing, the voice in his mind or the enormous compliment — you are worth more, king. Big ups.

Pls Not them having put and Louis bring smt to read, he’s such a weirdo bro we know you know he’s basically taking you out on dates and you love it! PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND FLIRT BACK *holds up a gun*

THE CINEMA! Such cultured lads! I love them. Out here watching while Lestat watching his snack, I MEAN HIS MAN, I MEAN HIS BUISNESS PARTNER

‘He’s not white he’s French’ — this is what all white Man’a whore tell themsleves. Didn’t I fucking predict they’d say that? Lmaoo I did!

NOT HIM CALLING HIS MOM MAMMA DU LAC! He’s tryna fit in and Paul fighting back from saying sum (not too hard tho cuz now he’s going in lmao GET HIM LIL BRO)

“What’s the nature of your relationship with my brother” All my mind can think off is ‘everybody knows… everybody knows that he fucks you’. Cuz why would he ask that? Clearly that’s your future brother in law AND PAUL KNEW! The voices told him he was amongst the gays tihi

Okay Lestat pls don’t trauma dump on Paul lmao, answer the question or politely ignore it cuz I feel like Paul has some ‘you’ve got the wrong time but the right bitch’-him and just swing cuz what? But I think he’s being pulled in so he couldn’t even move if he wanted to.

NOT LOUIS SETTING IT STREIGHT! Idk why I thought he’d be a pushover after all the dreamy stairs Lestat has given him:)

This is all I can imagine Lestat thinking as he dinned with black ppl probably for the first time ever — rich and educated at that.

Please! A Lilly for his front pocket and a Lilly for Louis to do nothing with but entertain him, tihi

Not her revealing he’s gay, girl, bffr. “It’s okay” this strange white man now knows too fucking much babes but whatever

THE ALMOST TOUCH! I had to close the screen sorry I am used to fluff only (no I am not, but that yanked me)

now he’s in his head, fucking his mind and eyes and watching him get hard for him cuz Lilly ain’t doing shit but be a buffer. A pretty buffer getting a taste of Lestats man FOR NOW! Good *gets closer to screen* IS THAT FINGER SUCKING? Even pulling away in disgust was not convincing babes, !BE WHO YOU ARE!

THE FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE! MY GOSH AND THE RELEASE! It’s like he was pretending before going full ‘yeah now after we’ve kissed and touched titties, you know I’m into it so let me chill’ and he went lax, and now they floating, fucking and sucking. Gosh, this better win an award.

No because I fully beleive being drank from by a vampire is the closest thing humans will ever get to experience true euphoria and that’s why I will not simply be turned immediately. MAKE ME YOUR BLOODBAG FOR AT LEAST SEVEN DAYS AND SEVEN NIGHTS PLS I need to feel the THRILL

That was the most romantic, tender yet agressive love making bloodsucking scene I’ve ever witnessed. I’m bricked up, down there and up here (holds heart)

The wedding! This about to be good cuz y’all know black ppl know how to celebrate!

ARGH THE MONEY TO HER DRESS! The diaspora is ALIVE!

Thé dancing! Arghhhh this show is so freaking black, I love it! Anne is probably rolling in her grave, arguing with Satan to be resurrected so she can sue. Love it here

THE THROWN MONEY! YAAAAAAAS! Y’all don’t understand! This how we really be!!!! Black folks RISE! This one’s for us!

Now they climbing a whole roof just to … see the sunset? Babes… bffr.

Awww “I love you-“ why did that sound like a Goodby! Where is HEGOING NO-

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Noooooooo! I’m fenna cry, PLEASE NOT PAUL! (I knew he dies but I also forgot but I also was just enjoying myself and they caught me slipping. Now I’m pausing to take deep breaths…)

And that was his last sunrise? Yeah, cuz the fucking cameras.

Pls not death is boring… Speak for yourself, some of us have yet to try >:( ( but I’ll probably agree. It’s so inevitable like boo, give us smt fresh, smt unexpected!)

Not his mama tryna blame him… pushed? Babes be fucking Fr rn. Fuck sakes. And his sister not defending or nun. She probably wanted him gone and now she got it.

I just feel bad cuz suicide is a sin and still he did it :/ sad.

MANS PULLED UP TO THE FUNERAL! Lestat you are sick (I love it). PLEASE NOT HIM ACTUALLY NOT GAF! Didn’t even wear black, even tho I know that wardrobe fully stocked!

“Not here” Louis says and Lestat is on sims ‘I texted, I called, I send a pigeon and nothing, ignoring me huh?

THE GASP THAT LEFT ME! NO LESTAT YOU CANT SAY THAT AT THE WALK TO THE FUNERAL! All in attempt to ‘pick me, choose me, love me’ into Louis’ heart, now Louis ready to fist fight you in the same streets you fell for him tsk me tsk tsk. Maybe y’all should step to the side and kiss. Cuz clearly Lestat was NOT leaving …

This is the lvl of toxic and possessiveness I thought I’d see in twilight… y’all fooled me. Cuz Bella would have loved this ngl and I’d have loved it more but Edward is a runner and a track star. Lestat tho? He’d probably kill the whole town for Louis to notice him.

This man went to the burial, didn’t even wait for his obsessive fangirl behavior, AND he killed Lilly leaving nobody for Louis to turn to. Now man’s fighting for his life and all I’m wondering is why no other vampire in history has ever been this obsessive so I’d know this is how fucked up I am (derogatory) wow. Went to every fucking limits just so Louis wouldn’t know peace.

NOT THE CONFESSIONAL WITH THE PRIEST! Louis you don’t even beleive! It’s giving “Ariana! What are you doing here!”

Did Lestat not think of the priest? Tsktsk didn’t even eliminate all sources of outlet! Should have burnt the church, house, brothers and had every townsman flee just to get a text back. For legal reasons I am joking…

Nvm, he barely got into the juicy bits before man’s was dragged out and is now being devoured. (Kinda hot. Didn’t even let Louis finish)

At this point, whenever Louis doesn’t breath is Lestat direction it’s PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME. He’s so obsessive *plays obsessed by Mariah Carey*

All I see is Lestat being so angry and hurt that Louis went to confess to a god he does not beleive in before he came to Lestat. Like damn. You’d rather come here then come to me ? “Do I mean that little to you-“ type of hurt. :( Aww babes, he’s just afraid cuz once he comes to you, it’s over. That’s the beginning of a life he doesn’t beleive he can have and he’s want all of you … can’t be gay and black in these parts (time + place) I fear

Please not the stabbing! 😭 babes pls you know this man isn’t a regular man, he drank from you and you decided to never speak to him again for a reason.

Pls not the slowmo! It looks so fucking cool! Even when he eats ppl it’s so agressive and looks so painfull! Love messy eater vampires.

“I’m not the devil- but I can give you death-“ Pls why has nobody offered me this ?? It’s not fair! “I love you Louis, you are loved.” Nawl I’m fenna cry. (And I am crying)

Envious that this is not my character arch, I am stuck consuming it rather then being CONSUMED! He wanted to create an infinity Between them. Remove death AND life from the equation!

That was the most beautiful asking ever. The way their just :’) This is such a tender, romantic, loving moment. That moment was … beautiful. I have no words! I too forgot the barbaric scene (lmao as did Louis ofc)

AND THEN CAME THE NOD! THE KISS AND THE BITE! The way he kissed him, alone, I could tell he released all fears and pain he had in this life. Fear of loving a man, of being who he was, pain of being at fault for things — for his role as a pimp, him as a son, a brother to his brother, a provider for his family. The one who promised his father strength without truly ever wanting it but doing it because he was good at it. He was hurting so much and Lestat just liberated him (too bad Louis doenst realize this too is a prison, but with a nice view, unhinged love of your life and a future daughter, have fun)

That was perfect. The description of the transformation — THE HAARTBEATS! Gosh I wanna be able to have senses heightened this much! ImGAINE!

I am SCREAMING it was so quick! I’m a whore for varsity in transformations! Some vampires die and require burials. Some are dead for much longer! EVERYYING! EVERYTHING

This was dead ass the best vampire tv show I’ve ever seen. They gave me black ass moments and I am living! TENDERNESS, POSSESSION! OBSESSION, trauma, laughter, depth! Script was INCREIDBLE! These are really good writers! What a team! And the actors? Give those two their fucking awards RIGHT NOW!

I cannot believe we’re witnessing the best vampire show unfold right before us.

#I could die tmr and not even be mad like oh? okay then #let me finish the show actually so wait lmao #IWTV #interview with the vampire #vampire #thoughts #IWTV commentary

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Soot Tags (Roy Mustang TF/TG/MC)

WARNING: This story contains transformation, female to male TG, slime as a TF method, mental change, and reality change

“Ugh. This place looks horrible.”

That was all Ember had to say. The young girl ran her own business as a freelance cleaner, doing any job that paid well enough. So when an offer came to her from a couple of realtors for $3000 to clean a two story house, of course she accepted. Those usually took two to three hours, and would be well worth it. However, she should’ve remembered there’s always a catch for these kinds of jobs. As it turned out, the house had recently been in a fire, and the inside was seared to a crisp. It seemed structurally sound, she checked with a testing whack of the door frame. No debris, but a bit of dust and soot fell. More of a mess for her, but she wasn’t about to die, so...if she was lucky she could get it done by 6.

The hours of tedium passed as they always did, and at 3, Ember had almost finished the first floor. She decided to take a quick break, sitting at the heavily-scrubbed kitchen table. She’d catch her breath, move onto the first floor, and be done with it, she thought as she wiped sweat from her ginger brow. She was about to give herself a good 20 minutes of YouTube before her eyes caught something in the corner. Getting up, she carefully approached it, scared it might be some form of animal. Gripping the handle of her broom tight, she batted at it, only to sigh.

It wasn’t anything alive, but it was still rather odd. It looked like some kind of thick black spiderweb. She paused, looking over it. She had seen these before...what were they? Oh yea! Soot tags! They showed up after fires, something to do with soot particles and low circulation. She reached up to bat them away, only to pause. She’d never actually ran into these before...was she supposed to grab them? She remembered you weren’t supposed to wet soot because that would just make it smear more….if she grabbed them dry, it'd probably be fine.

Tugging on a pair of thick rubber gloves, she reached up to the corner and spooled the soot around her hands, like some kind of goth cotton candy. Pulling her hand back down, she noted a few strands were still there, but it looked like she got most of them. She went to pull her glove off, only to hesitate. Yeesh. The thing had almost completely coated her hand, staining it with its almost ink-like form. At least she still had that other glove...she tried to tug it off with her other hand, only for the tag to almost jump to her other hand!

“The hell? Okay, maybe it’s like…..static charge or something.” She nudged the sink’s handle, almost surprised the water was still running. However, she got a nasty shock as when she tried to wash the soot off, it instead jumped further down her arms! What’s more was the realization that her thick rubber gloves had become silk and stain free, a red lizard marking the back of one. Okay, she may not be an expert on soot tags, but she knew they couldn’t do THIS!

It began to creep up her arms, the thick goo soaking her arms in dark blue fabric. Her frame seemed to tug out, a new coat of lean muscle under the sleeves. She could feel its tendrils wrapping around her, tugging her middle longer, coils causing muscle to appear along her middle. The deep blue became more and more tied to her, small accents of white manifesting along her chest to give the goo a more uniform look.

“I-It won’t come off!” She grabbed at her chest, trying to pull the adhesive off of her. Her chest and shoulders broadened, bones clicking into place. She felt it pour down her legs, growing taller as they pressed out into sleek deep blue dress pants. Even her feet weren’t immune, somewhat grubby sneakers gaining a coat of polish as they became dark black leather.

“What the hell is this stuff-mmmph!” It crept up her face, the taste of overly burnt meat coating her tongue as she was unfortunate enough to get some in her mouth. She felt the soot reshaping her face, jawline becoming sharper and more defined, brown eyes deepening to the same pitch as the soot and taking on a more stern, determined look. The most notable change was her hair, as the soot had wrapped into the fibers of her hair, charring it dark and chopping off a decent chunk.

“G-Get off me!” Her mind was so overrun with panic she didn’t even notice how her voice had changed, now that of a stern (if slightly mischievous) authoritative figure. She had been blinded by the soot, it like a thick, overly applied face mask. Her head began to spin, she assumed from the fumes the soot had to be producing.

She….no, that wasn’t right. He held his head, finally managing to find a weak spot in the soot’s grasp as he pulled it off, gasping.

“Hm?” Riza poked her head in the room, confused. “Is something wrong, Colonel?”

Roy Mustang snapped to attention, looking back at Riza. The two were investigating a house that had burned down mysterious, signs pointing to it being foul play. “No, all’s fine. I did find these, though.” He revealed the soot tag in his hand, soon scraping it into a jar. “Soot tags. They only appear when a fire is caused by an artificial substance, meaning this wasn’t some stove that just got left on.”

“Hm, that’s certainly something.” Riza took the jar from Roy, looking over it. “Nice find. I’ll leave you be to the rest of your work.” Roy scoffed, leaving his assistant to walk away. That was probably all he’d find here...didn’t see too much of a reason to burn this place down.

Ah well, he shrugged. Just another day at the office.

#character tf #character transformation #female to male tf #female to male transformation #ftm tf #ftm transformation #slime transformation #goo transformation #reality change #Tf

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I’m asking this question to tumblr user horuslupercal but you seem like the necron expert here so I’m requiring your knowledge too

I have a question. Before they met the necrontyr, the C’tan were a bunch of weird space slime floating around the place eating suns right. How did the necrontyr manage to get in contact with them? How did they manage to find out the C’tan were sentient at all?? From the description I saw they behave more like single celled organisms or very strange plants.

This feels more like a group of scientists naming a member of a new species of deep sea squid “Messenger” because it will help them out with studying its species. “Let’s name it Mephet’ran!! It means Messenger. Wouldn’t that be adorable💖?”

Now I may be completely wrong in my assumptions but the idea that the necrontyr anthropomorphised the C’tan, giving them personalities and thoughts that their species simply doesn’t have. And then the C’tan doing the complete opposite to the necrontyr by turning them into the necrons. …similarities parallels narratives…

okay SO I'm going to check some codexes later for in-depth answers if I have the brains for it but I do actually have some answers. not all of them, but I do have some answers!

The necrontyr found what would become the c'tan in space through probes, either by complete accident or, allegedly (it's the Book of Mournful Night in the in-universe Black Library saying this, so this might be eldar bias or it might be the objective truth of the universe, I have zero clue, blame Cegorach), the necrontyr's hatred of the Old Ones was so great that it attracted the c'tan through space and made them come to the necrontyr

This is from the 3rd edition necrons codex, so take it less with a grain and more with the Khewra Salt Mine in Pakistan, but Lexicanum says there's old lore about a c'tan just kinda teleporting to a necrontyr spaceship and starting to kill people and demanding to be worshiped, and that's... one answer as to how first contact went / how they found out the c'tan were intelligent.

This does however contradict the Fandom wiki, which says, without source (god damnit), that the necrons forged bodies for the c'tan based on their old gods (which ***I personally assume*** to mean, like, the necrontyr equivalent of Zeus or Thor or whatever, as in, they were a dead religion for a long while). (This probably comes from a newer codex, but I have to actually look at codex lore for that and I don't actually have access to any codexes, so, again, I'm gonna go snooping and get back to you on this one).

The idea generally that the necrons associated the c'tan with their old or "dead" gods seems to be very prominent though, and it is a form of anthropomorphization, absolutely, so you were right on the money on that! Even back in that third edition necrons codex it's stated that the necrons thought the c'tan were the spawn of an older (dead) god of theirs. So yeah, the necrontyr did anthropomorphize (necrontyrmorphize?) the c'tan, but in a holier sort of way

Imagine if someone found sea slugs in space and we put them in, like, Odinbot 3000 mechas and worshiped them as gods, and then in return they decided to eat our souls. Is this based or cringe? Vote now on your phones

Also I reverse google searched the quote you sent and Lexicanum claims it's also from that 3rd edition Necrons codex which I didn't check until I'd written the bit about the salt mine, I am so sorry. I'm not deleting it though bc what is the internet if not to make jokes that are only funny to you

We are all need new necrons codexes

Fandom needs to cite its sources. Doing this is like, a good chunk of the reason why Lexi is better (apart from the not being part of Fandom wikia conglomerate. also Lexi notes that N'kari went through life as a male eldar before becoming a daemon and I don't think Fandom does, which is a loss for lgbt diversity among eldritch abominations, tbh)

(Sources are great and they made Fulgrim bisexual)

Anyways, I don't think there's any source that talks in depth about whether or not the c'tan were intelligent before being given bodies, so "the c'tan were given sapience by the necrontyr with their new bodies and they proceeded to immediately use this to fuck the necrontyr over" is a perfectly reasonable assumption to make. Headcanon to have? Interpretation? it's my interpretation now, for certain

Also idk if I understand the "And then the C’tan doing the complete opposite to the necrontyr by turning them into the necrons" bit at the end? I'm not actually very sure what you mean for it and I am curious about it because that sounds interesting but there's a number of plausible interpretations i could make for that statement and I would appreciate clarification if you wanna give it

I'm ending it on 12 because it's a tidy number but I have nothing else to add so I'm just gonna put a funny here: heyheyheyyy c'maahn the Deceiver's just a little guy, the Deceiver's just a little guyy, noo, it's also his birthday, the Deceiver's a little birthday boyy

anyway I hope this helps!

#ask #yestheantichrist #so fucking proud of the fact that i remembered the ctan are associated w the old necrontyr gods off the top of my head #and i was like ok wait a minute and then i opened the wiki and kaboom #all this stuff #anyway lexi wiki best wiki we love you lexicanum

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