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Broken Gears, Ch. II

Chapter 2 of 2 for "Broken Gears," an Essence of Ragnarok story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin)

Hope tries to come to terms with just what she's been through… and makes a decision.

Word count: 3,377 – Character count: 19,654 Drafted: March 20th, 2023 Revised: March 21st, 2023 –

More "coarse language" and "suggestive explicit dialogue". You know how it goes.

God, why am I so mean to Joseph and Hope…

Dylan Dumouchel, Hope, Carlos Magnus, Elizabeth Armstrong, "Essence of Ragnarok", and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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Silence filled the room as Hope stayed prompted against the door, eyes closed and arms holding herself. Dylan had his hands in his pockets, standing upright and staring at her. He didn't have a particular expression on his face… His tail was moving like a snake, though. She had piqued his curiosity.

"You serious?" he asked in a casual tone. "Yeah…" She glanced back his way. "You make me doubt myself, Dylan… I've always known that I'm an Artificial Being… but you seem to go out of your way to remind me of what I am every hour of every day. I don't… I don't…" She sniffled, tears starting to form in her eyes again. "Dylan… I'm learning to be a nurse… I try to be helpful in my day-to-day… I cook, I clean, and I even sleep in the closet so everyone has a bed… But no matter what I do…" She paused… then she looked up, angrily glaring. "It's never enough for you!

"Dylan, you… you treat me so cold… I sometimes wonder if you secretly hate me! Do you know what that's like? Do you know what it feels like, knowing someone hates you just because you're not a 'real person'?! It's not like I had a choice! I was created by someone to serve a purpose… and I don't know either of those things… but I'm trying to live the best life I can because… because…" "Because you want to be 'helpful'." "Because I want to be a person!" she snapped. "A-and that's what people do! They work with each other, they care for each other, and they treat each other with respect!" She paused to regain her composure. "You never work with me…" she sighed. "You don't seem like you care about me and you definitely don't respect me…" She looked up, wet eyes looking into his. "Why…? Why do you hate me, Dylan? Why do you hate me…?"

The cat calmly looked on as Hope brought her hands up to her face. She wasn't stopping herself from crying, anymore. She had finally brought all of her insecurities and concerns to the surface… and all it did was upset her. Worse than that, however…

Dylan was completely unfazed.

The cat snapped his finger at the android. When she looked up, he gave her a somewhat dark look. "I saved you," he stated bluntly. "Because Los wanted me to. I think a little gratitude for that would be nice." "Wh… what?" Hope shakily laughed. "I-I'm thankful… I just… don't say it every day." "You should be more thankful, then, don't you think?" She… hesitated. Was he being serious?

"Th… thank you for saving my life, Mr. Dumouchel." "Not good enough." He smirked. "Try again." "Thank you for saving my life and giving me a place to live…?" "Better," he commented, "but not quite." Hope's face fell. "Do you… want me to get on my knees and praise you or something?" "Yeah." He lowered his head, giving her a predatory smile. "Get on your knees and… 'thank me'." The way he said that carried a hidden meaning. The subtext… was not lost on the girl. "You want me to… fellate you," she asked, though it came out as more of a statement. "Yeah," he responded with a straight face. "You're a 'vacuum cleaner', after all. So…?" He smirked, his tail switching back and forth. "Get on your knees and suck my cock." Hope… had no idea what to say to that. Well, actually… she had one thought… "Are you… messing with me, again…?" "Yeah," the cat answered straight away. "I just…" The girl hugged herself again and frowned. "Th-that's not funny…" "Okay then. It wasn't a joke." He grinned, pointing down. "Get on your knees and–" "No." "What?" "No," she repeated in a calm voice. "No, I… I'm done with you." Dylan raised an eyebrow. "You're… done with me?" "I'm done with this!" she clarified. "I'm done with your 'jokes'. I'm done with your games. I'm done with your attitude… I'm… I'm– I'm… I'm completely done with you!" He chuckled. "You serious?" "Yeesss…" the girl growled, glaring at him. "I'm very serious! Incredibly serious!" "Okay, then." Dylan shrugged and turned around, walking back over to his chair. Like before, he sat down sideways and returned to his comic. It seemed like he'd lost interest in Hope again. That left the angry android with a few options… but she knew exactly which one she would choose. –

"You're moving out…?"

It was much later in the day. Hope, as promised, had made beef stroganoff for everyone. Once they were seated in the living room, she broke the news. Her boyfriend, of course, was the first one to react.

"That's right," she said before taking a sip of some tap water. "Why?" the wolf asked, sounding and looking concerned. "Where will you go?" "Some friends from work know of a nice place that's a little closer to the hospital," she lied with a smile. "It's… not as nice as your apartment, but I don't mind. As an artificial being, I don't need much to get by! As for the why…?" She looked over at Dylan… who was entirely disinterested in the conversation. "Remember when I called you earlier, Carlos?" "Yes?" he answered. Unlike Dylan, he was hanging on her every word. "I didn't want to worry you, but Dylan and I got into a… irreconcilable disagreement," she carefully worded. The wolf narrowed his eyes in confusion. "A what?" "We got into a fight," the cat told the group. "A really bad one." "S-so… as much as I love living here," Hope continued, "I think it's time that I left." "You're… I… But…" For the first time since she had known him… Carlos seemed genuinely at a loss. "E-Eliza," he called. "S-say something." The falcon girl looked up from stuffing her face, blinking her caramel-colored eyes at the wolf. Dylan just snickered. "Ask the mute to talk…" he snarked. "Good one, Los!" "Sh-shut up!" After snapping at Dylan, he turned his attention back to Hope. "Hope, you… you can't move out." "Why not?" she asked. "He'll miss you too much." "Shut… up, Dylan!" "It's true, isn't it?" The cat rolled his eyes and snickered more. "What is it with you and being 'Mr. Hides-His-Feelings Macho Man' all the time? Just tell the vacuum cleaner how you really feel, already!" When Carlos slammed his hands on the nearby coffee table, everyone looked his way. He was pissed. "Fine!" he shouted. "I'm… I'm…" "Scared?" He growled… but he nodded. Well, that was a start…

"R-remember when we found her? Remember how we found her?" "Abandoned, damaged, and wearing a maid dress?" Dylan answered between bites. "Yes!" Carlos looked over at Hope. "What if she gets in trouble?" "She has a cell phone." "What if she loses her memory, again?" "That's pretty unlikely, du–" "What if she… what if…!" "Dude!" The cat smiled at his friend. "She's just moving." "Ellis moved, too!!" "'Ellis'?" Hope blinked… and stared… and then, a look of recall came over her face. "Wait, I know that name," she said. "Wasn't she–" "Carlos' high school crush." All eyes turned to Eliza. She had finally spoken up. Or… had she? She seemed just as surprised as everyone else in the room when they looked at her…

"That's the one!" Hope said after a delay. "You told me this story before, Carlos!" Carlos blinked. "I… I did?" "I think? Someone did!" The girl laughed. "But, sweetie?" She reached up, gently stroking her boyfriend's cheek. "I'm not moving to a new school district. I'm not even leaving town! I'm just moving to a new place in town so I can be closer to where I work! I'm well on my way to becoming a practicing nurse! It would be easier for everyone if I lived near where I was needed! That's all." "B-but…" He swallowed hard, holding her hand. "You're needed here…" "You can come to visit me," she said with a smile. "And I can come to visit you!" "Yeah, Los," Dylan added. "Just 'cause Hope hates my guts now doesn't mean she's suddenly banned from your life. Get a grip, dude." "Okay." She frowned at the cat. "That… is a major part of why I'm leaving." He shrugged. "Whatever, 'vacuum cleaner'…" Carlos shot his friend a glare. He didn't care.

"Ms. Armstrong?" The bird looked up. She had just served herself another plate of stroganoff. "You've been pretty quiet during this conversation…" "That's kinda her thing, Blue," Dylan interjected. "What do you think about me moving out?" Hope continued.

There was a brief pause. Eliza quietly looked at Hope, and Hope looked back. After another pause, the falcon got up and walked around behind the couch where Hope and Carlos were seated. Hope looked up, then she smiled as the bird hugged her from behind. "See?" she told Carlos as Eliza returned to her seat. "Ms. Armstrong's happy for me!" The wolf frowned. "But… but…" "And you should be, too, sweetie…" Hope leaned in and snuggled against her boyfriend, draping an arm around her shoulders. She squeezed his arm and closed her eyes, softly sighing. "Look at it this way," she said as she cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes. "When I move out, you guys will have a little more room and a little more privacy!" "Yeah, but–" "Then, you can come and visit me! We'll have a whole place to ourselves!" She turned around and leaned up, whispering into his ear. "Which means… you'll have me all to yourself." Dylan grinned and even Eliza smiled as they both saw Carlos' cheeks turn red under his dark fur. They hadn't heard Hope… but they could figure out what she'd said from context clues.

"I– I don't know…" the wolf said after he calmed down. "I'm still iffy…" "'You still have a stiffy'?" Dylan grinned. "Robophile." After hearing that, Carlos immediately got to his feet, ready to walk over and put the smart-alecky cat through the floor for his comment. Eliza just giggled in silence, blushing, and Hope just smiled. "Okay, I have to admit…" The trio looked over. Carlos had Dylan into a headlock and Eliza was still eating. "This?" The blue-haired girl smiled. "I'll miss this…"

The conversation about Hope's new living arrangements was a recurring topic for the rest of the evening. Carlos, despite his "tough guy" demeanor, wouldn't stop fretting over her moving out, though neither Eliza nor Dylan seemed worried. Once dinner was done with, the former washed dishes, and Hope dried them. The quartet then gathered back in the living room to watch movies until it was bedtime, then they retired for the night. Mostly…

It was the middle of the night. For whatever reason, Hope had decided not to sleep. Maybe she couldn't… So, she exited her closet and headed up to the roof of her apartment complex. There, she walked over to the edge in her nightshirt – one of Carlos' shirts that was too big for her – and just… looked up at the sky. It was something she did a lot. It was too bright in the city to see the stars, but it gave her time to herself… time to think. "Figured I'd find you up here." Usually.

The girl turned back toward the roof access. Standing in the lit doorway was the orange cat that had driven her out of the apartment in the first place. He was wearing a bomber jacket with his pajamas and smiling at her. "You gonna jump?" he joked. "Need help?" Hope never liked it when he asked that. He always knew it would never happen. For some reason, though… she found herself laughing a little. "Maybe later," she joked back. "What brings you up here, Mr. Dumouchel?" "'Dylan'," he answered. "And… just seeing how you're doing…" The cat walked over and sat with her on the edge of the roof. Hope didn't react one way or the other beyond just acknowledging his presence. "So…?" he pressed. "How are you?" "I exist." She smirked as she told him, "I don't have feelings or emotions. Remember?" "Scared, huh?" She softly nodded. "I… didn't know how everyone was going to react to what I said." "It was news to me…" Dylan smiled. "I guess you meant what you said, huh?" "It was technically a lie… but…" She sighed. "Yes… I'm sorry, Dylan." "Here's an alternative: shove me over the edge," he suggested. "That'd solve that problem and give everyone more room." "Maybe…" The girl smiled. "But that would make Carlos and Ms. Armstrong sad." "Naaah…" The cat looked down at the street below. "Lizzy barely knows I'm alive and Los just thinks I'm here to piss him off." "Aren't you?" "More or less, yeah." The two shared a little laughter before going quiet.

"You know… I'm never going to apologize." Hope softly nodded. "I know." "And… you're okay with that?" Dylan asked. "Am I okay with what you did?" She frowned. "Of course not. I still think you should be put in jail for an appropriate amount of time to think about what you've done." "And get beat up by your boyfriend?" "Mm-mm…" She shook her head. "That wouldn't help anything…" "Mm." The two looked skyward, pausing to reflect.

"You know… we can still be friends." The cat looked at Hope as she spoke. "You… want us to be friends?" Hope paused to look down at the ground, not answering. "Changed your mind, huh?" He chuckled. "Well, I don't blame you." Dylan sighed. "Dylan?" "Yeah?" He looked her way and noticed her looking back. "Why aren't you sorry…?" "I honestly don't know, Blue…" Tears started to form in the girl's eyes. She was clearly hoping he'd have an answer… "What would it take for you to be sorry…?" she asked, pressing the matter. The cat hummed and thought about it… "You'd have to be a real person, I guess?" was his answer. "But then… I probably wouldn't have done that to a real person." "So… this is one of those 'it doesn't count because you're a machine' things…" The cat's face soured. For the first time that day… he actually looked guilty.

"You wanna know why I'm not sorry?" He didn't give her time to answer before telling her, "Part of it was simple, scientific curiosity." "Curiosity…?" She expected him to make a joke about cats and curiosity. He didn't. "When I had you undressed and apart that one time, I noticed that whoever made you gave you certain anatomical anomalies that, honestly, had no business being on a general-purpose android body. Ever since I repaired you, I've been curious about why they were there… and if they worked or not. I wondered just how close to being a 'real Being' your inventor tried to make you. Maybe it was adrenalin from being confronted… or maybe it was the power I felt when I had your servos locked. Whatever it was… I took full advantage of the situation and… I explored my curiosity to the fullest. Well… no, that's not true." He looked her way with a smile. "I put it everywhere… except up your butt." "Gee. What a relief." Hope scoffed and chuckled. Dylan chuckled a little, himself. "I really should have…" The cat sighed, looking back at the ground. "A missed opportunity… That's what it is…" The girl didn't know what to say. So… she just spoke from the heart.

"You know… if you weren't such an obnoxious, nose-in-the-air elitist about 'vacuum cleaners' like me," Hope said as she scooted a little closer, "there's every chance in the world that I would have let you 'explore your curiosities' about me." She softly wrapped her arms around one of his and rested her head against his shoulder. "All you had to do was ask…" "I told you then and I'll tell you now…" Dylan closed his eyes and rested his head on hers. "I don't date androids…" "Who said we'd be dating?" She smiled. "All I'm saying is that if you had a genuine curiosity about my anatomy…" When she trailed off, the cat quietly grumbled… then he pulled away, causing Hope to look over. He opened his mouth… then he closed it. The two fell into silence shortly after.

"You'd've… let me have sex with you, huh?" That was the next thing either of them said. "Under the right circumstances?" Hope was still smiling. "Probably." "So…" He grinned at her before commenting, "You are a sex 'bot after all…" "I don't know if I am or if I was. But…" She smiled. "I don't know that I'm not. My programming was a clean slate when you revived me. All I can do now is just live my life and see what happens…" Dylan hummed… "Hey… have you and Los… y'know." "Made love?" The girl giggled a little. "He's surprisingly shy for such a strong, stoic man… Plus, with you and Ms. Armstrong hanging around…" She sighed a little. "Maybe after I move out…" "Don't s'pose you and I could have voluntary sex before you go?" The girl blinked. She offered a surprised look at the cat. "I can't tell if you're being serious or not…" He smiled and opened his mouth… only to close it and sigh. "You're not a sex 'bot, Blue," he said. "You're a vacuum cleaner." The girl tilted her head. "How do you know I'm not a sex robot?" she asked. When he suddenly put a hand on her chest… she just looked at it, then she looked at him. "No boobs, for one," he said, giving her hard, metallic chest a squeeze. "For another?" He grinned a little. "No tactile feedback." Hope smiled… but only a little. "I wish I was made better…" "So you could have sex and enjoy it?" She paused. "Among other things, maybe…" "Sex is overrated."

The girl looked over, watching Dylan climb over the edge of the roof. As he started walking away, she turned around and watched. "Have you ever made love with someone, Mr. Dumouchel?" she asked. "With you," he commented, still walking away. "I meant someone you actually care about!" She flinched. That came out a little harsher than intended… The cat slowed to a stop, then he looked over his shoulder. "Have you?" he asked. "I haven't been… I mean… to the best of my knowledge…" "Do you even want sex?" The girl fidgeted a little before sighing. "I want to feel a deep, emotional bond with someone I care deeply for. That's… the only thing I would get out of making love with someone." "Sex is overrated." "So you've said, but–" "Liz." "What?" "Liz 'n I had sex, once. It was…" Dylan sighed before shaking his head. "We were young, stupid, and she was overly curious. It sucked." "Do you care about Ms. Armstrong…?" "I did at the time," he commented. "As a friend. We looked out for each other." "How do you feel about her now…?" There was a long pause. "Mind your own business." "You should tell her!" Hope said with a smile. "I bet she'd be over the moon!" "I said 'mind your own business', machine." Dylan spun around. "She's not some hopeless romantic like you. She doesn't care about love or sex!" "Then why did she have sex with Mr. Lithius that one time?" Hope covered her mouth. She knew she had gone too far with that one. However… "Sex… is fuckin' overrated…" The cat didn't seem to care. He just started walking away again. She didn't stop him. Instead, she turned back around and turned her gaze skyward. "I want a place in the country…" she whispered. "So I can see the stars at night…" Not long after, she decided to head back inside. She had a long day ahead of her. After all… she had a lie to commit to. As she walked back inside the complex, she found herself wondering why she hadn't revealed what Dylan had done to her. Only one answer came to mind.

She couldn't tear apart her friends like that. An android such as her just wasn't worth that kind of heartache…

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2043 #Broken Gears #original characters #Hope North #Dylan Dumouchel #Carlos Magnus #Elizabeth Armstrong #drama #suspense

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shining-red-diamond · 2 years

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When are A-list celebs gonna realize that calling names, flipping the bird, throwing insults, and screaming threats at the top of their lungs aren’t helping their case? I don’t believe any of their maturity levels left middle school, because they all are acting like 12 year olds. But I guess when you have all of the money you could ever want in your bank account and are out of touch with reality being civil isn’t in your vocabulary.

#red thinks #celebs #music #billie eilish #billy joe armstrong #olivia rodrigo #dylan o’brien #jessica chastain #p!nk #halsey #the list goes on

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60s-music-tourney · 9 days

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Here are all 72 songs we are entering in the tournament

Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles

Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane

Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues

Sweet Caroline By Neil Diamond

All along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

Pinball Wizard by The Who

House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

California Dreamin’ by The Mama's and the Papa's

People are strange by the Doors

Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones

Mrs. Robinson By Simon and Garfunkel

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Good vibrations by the Beach Boys

What a wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

21st Century Schizoid Man By King Crimson

Space Oddity by David Bowie

You really got me by the Kinks

Spirit in the Sky By Norman Greenbaum

Respect by Aretha Franklin

Feeling Good by Nina Simone

I'm a Believer by The Monkees

White Room by Cream

Piece of my Heart By Big Brother and the Holding Company

Season of the Witch by Donovan

Like a rolling stone by Bob Dylan

Be my Baby by the Ronettes

Son of a Preacher man by Dusty Springfield

She's not there by the Zombies

Complication by the Monks

Heroin by the Velvet Underground

Ain't Too Proud for Beggin by the Temptations

I want you back by The Jackson 5

Alice's Restaurant Massacree by Arlo Guthrie

Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison

Eight Miles High by the Byrds

Come A little bit Closer by Jay and the Americans

So Long Mom (A song for World War III) by Tom Lehrer

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

Suite: Judy Blue Eyes by Cosby, Stills and Nash

Change is gonna come by Sam Cooke

You Can't Hurry Love by the Supremes

Happy Together by the Turtles

Tainted Love by Gloria Jones

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Mama Cass

Maybe This Time by Liza Minnelli

Don't Rain on My Parade by Barbra Streisand

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary

Good Times, Bad Times by Led Zeppelin

Ain't no mountain high enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

This boots are made for walking by Nancy Sinatra

Sitting by the dock of the bay by Otis Redmond

Cactus tree by Joni Mitchell

Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells

I Got You (I Feel Good) by James Brown

Georgia on My Mind by Ray Charles

River Deep Mountain High by Ike and Tina Turner

My Way by Frank Sinatra

For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

Fire by Arthur Brown

Blackberry Way by the move

The Girl From Ipanema by Stan Getz And Joāo Gilberto

Can't take my eyes off you - Frankie valli

Green onions by Booker T. & The M.G.’s

Stand by Me by Ben E. King

Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows By Lesley Gore

Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell

I Say a Little Prayer by Dionne Warwick

Aquarius (Let the Sunshine In) by the 5th Dimension

The Impossible Dream by Jim Nabors

Return to sender by Elvis Presley

It's not Unusual by Tom Jones

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onlydylanobrien · 4 months

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Dylan O'Brien, River Gallo, Victoria Pedretti, Indya Moore, director Esteban Arango, Sadé Clacken Joseph, Annie Henk, Moisés Acevedo, Jari Jones, Aphrodite Armstrong, Miles Coreas, Kevin Matthew McDonald, Mark Ankner, Kristen Laffey, NaTonia Monét and Jacobi Jones at the “Ponyboi” Premiere during the 2024 Sundance Film Festival at Library Center Theatre in Park City, Utah. (January 20, 2024)

#dylan o'brien #sundance film festival 2024 #sundance ponyboi premiere #ponyboi cast #river gallo #victoria pedretti #indya moore

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lulu2992 · 4 months

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Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia

The almost complete but unused in-game encyclopedia, reconstructed thanks to the oasisstrings file.

Please note that it’s still cut content, so some information might not be relevant anymore.

You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.

Part 6: Characters

Aaron "Tweak" Kirby

Uppers, downers, sideway-ers... Tweak is all about pushing the limits of the human condition.

Adelaide Drubman

A confident go-getter with deep pockets to do whatever she wants, like living with booze, bazookas, and boy toy Xander Flynn.

Bo Adams

A hardcore survivalist that chooses to live out in the woods and off the grid.

Boomer

A scruffy pal with unparalleled loyalty.

Cameron Burke

A U.S. Marshal with an agenda. The only thing standing between him and his political aspirations is the Project at Eden's Gate.

Casey Fixman

A grill cook with a classified past. Most locals don’t believe his outrageous war stories or the wisdom he serves up with every order.

Chad Wolanski

A self-styled prepper chef who sells food out of his food truck since his restaurant "The Grill Streak" burned down.

Dr. Charles Lindsey

A veterinarian drafted into service as a medic. There's no one else to do it, and aren't we all animals?

Cheeseburger

Orphaned as a cub and raised by Wade Fowler, he's the star attraction at the F.A.N.G. Center. He loves eating cheeseburgers.

Clutch Nixon

A legendary stuntman who left this world the way he entered it: Face first onto a pile of rocks.

Dave Fowler

Wade Fowler's brother, he runs the business end of the F.A.N.G. Center.

Richard "Dutch" Roosevelt

An old prepper who'd worked himself to the bone and lost everything even before Eden's Gate came to town. Same shit, different horse.

Dylan

(no description found)

Eli Palmer

A bonafide prepper and the leader of the Whitetail Militia. He helped Eden's Gate design their survival bunkers before he wised up.

Faith Seed

The Siren in the East. The youngest in the Seed family pacifies unruly followers to make way for the Collapse. Some believe she's only an illusion.

George Wilson

George is a Whitetail Militia and baseball enthusiast, but spends most of this time as a lookout because of his age.

Grace Armstrong

A medal-winning shooter and army sniper with a vendetta against Eden’s Gate.

Guy Marvel

A genius movie director envisioning a masterpiece of anarchy and gold statue wins. Even an auteur needs help to make movie magic.

Deputy Joey Hudson

One of your fellow Hope County Deputies who has absolutely no time for bullshit and has the fists to back herself up.

Hurk Drubman Jr.

His wit and intellect may have been blunted by paint huffing, but that hasn't stopped him from living a life of adventure.

Hurk Drubman Sr.

A retired oil baron who is the undisputed master of his domain... what's left of it after the divorce.

Jacob Seed

The Soldier in the North. The eldest Seed brother serves Joseph by creating the army that will defend the Project with their lives.

Pastor Jerome Jeffries

The local man of God who will do whatever it takes to protect the people of Hope County – even if it costs him his soul.

Jess Black

Dutch’s niece. Jess is a loner who nearly lost her life in Jacob's camps, only to discover a new talent in the process: killing Peggies.

John Seed

The Baptist in the West. The youngest of the Seed brothers, John is in charge of reaping the land of supplies that will help the Project survive.

Joseph Seed

The Father. The middle Seed brother heard a Voice that told him to initiate a great Project, to prepare for the Collapse of everything. And so he has.

Kim Rye

A world traveler who chose Hope County to put down roots, and those roots are on the way - she's in her third trimester.

Larry Parker

Genius or crackpot? Science will decide.

Mary May Fairgrave

The tough-as-nails barkeep who blames Eden's Gate for the death of her parents.

Merle Briggs

A local prepper. Merle could talk your ears off about his dream bunker, or the shelf life of canned goods.

Wilhelmina Mable

Wilhelmina Maybelline, big cat whisperer and taxidermist. The well-being of Peaches the cougar is her top priority.

Nadine Abercrombie

The last living member of a family of hoarders, though she considers herself a collector. Much classier than simply hoarding. And more selective.

Nancy

(no description found)

Nick Rye

The best dang pilot in Hope County. Give him a chance and he'll put on a show.

Peaches

The long-time pet of Miss Mable. Probably named for the color of her fur and not the sweet disposition she lacks.

Deputy Stacy Pratt (yes, his first name is actually spelled Stacy in the files)

One of your fellow Hope County Deputies who’s a good cop when his ego doesn't get in the way.

Dr. Sarah Perkins

A lone biologist determined to unravel the mysteries of how Jacob's Judge wolves are created.

Sharky Boshaw

A wanted arsonist, Charlemange Victor Boshaw IV hides out where he can live his fire-blazing, rockstar fantasies.

Sherri Woodhouse

She gave up city life, opened a fishing store, and began the hunt for her family’s missing legendary whiskey.

Skylar Kohrs

A high-powered expert fly fisher hell-bent on landing a legendary fish.

Tammy Barnes

Once a homemaker, now the chief interrogator for the Whitetail Militia. They say her marshmallow blondies are to die for.

Tracey Lader

A woman determined to bring down Eden's Gate, especially Faith. They used to be friends and the sting of betrayal fuels her wrath.

Virgil Minkler

A trusted mayor for the past 7 terms, now hell-bent on stopping the production of Bliss after it took the life of his son.

Wade Fowler

The co-owner of the F.A.N.G. Center, an animal rescue facility that takes in orphaned wild animals.

Walker

A member of Eli's Whitetail Militia.

Wendell Redler

He made it through Nam with his buddies. Now he’s an old man, his buddies are gone, and this is not the America he fought for in his youth.

Wheaty

The smart-ass quartermaster for the Whitetail Militia who also has a radio broadcast to counter the Father's propaganda.

Earl Whitehorse

The devoted sheriff of Hope County. He believes delivering justice with a gun should be a last resort. On the eve of his retirement, duty calls.

Willis Huntley

Just a man in love with the good ol' US of A.

Xander Flynn

Left California for Hope County to detox from the city life. Ended up finding "modeling" gigs at the Drubman Marina, and a cult cramping his style.

Zip Kupka

A self-proclaimed conspiracy "realist" who finds a new reason to hate the government with each passing day.

There were three more:

Coyote Nelson

Fishing is life.

In the files, Coyote Nelson is the name of the fisherman you meet at fishing spots.

Morris

A bright kid of Blackfoot heritage and the go-to person for all things computers and arcade machines. He keeps it on the down low.

The character’s full name apparently is Morris Aubrey. He’s the person who’s always near Far Cry Arcade machines and telling you how “awesome” the game is.

Scooter

A supply runner for the Whitetail Militia.

All I know about Scooter is that, according to a deleted mission objective, this character (who was also cut) was supposed to be escorted to the Wolf’s Den at some point.

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 4 months

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Victoria Spivey

Victoria Regina Spivey (October 15, 1906 – October 3, 1976), sometimes known as Queen Victoria, was an American blues singer, songwriter, and record company founder. During a recording career that spanned 40 years, from 1926 to the mid-1960s, she worked with Louis Armstrong, King Oliver, Clarence Williams, Luis Russell, Lonnie Johnson, and Bob Dylan. She also performed in vaudeville and clubs, sometimes with her sister Addie "Sweet Peas" (or "Sweet Pease") Spivey (August 22, 1910 – 1943). also known as the Za Zu Girl. Among her compositions are "Black Snake Blues" (1926), "Dope Head Blues" (1927), and "Organ Grinder Blues" (1928). In 1961, she co-founded Spivey Records with one of her husbands, Len Kunstadt.

Born in Houston, Texas, she was the daughter of Grant and Addie (Smith) Spivey. Her father was a part-time musician and a flagman for the railroad; her mother was a nurse. She had three sisters, all three of whom also sang professionally: Leona, Elton "Za Zu", and Addie "Sweet Peas" (or "Sweet Pease") Spivey (August 22, 1910 – 1943), who recorded for several major record labels between 1929 and 1937, and Elton Island Spivey Harris (1900–1971). She married four times; her husbands included Ruben Floyd, Billy Adams, and Len Kunstadt, with whom she co-founded Spivey Records in 1961.

Spivey's first professional experience was in a family string band led by her father in Houston. After he died, the seven-year-old Victoria played on her own at local parties. In 1918, she was hired to accompany films at the Lincoln Theater in Dallas. As a teenager, she worked in local bars, nightclubs, and buffet flats, mostly alone, but occasionally with singer-guitarists, including Blind Lemon Jefferson. In 1926 she moved to St. Louis, Missouri, where she was signed by Okeh Records. Her first recording, "Black Snake Blues" (1926), sold well, and her association with the label continued. She recorded numerous sides for Okeh in New York City until 1929, when she switched to the Victor label. Between 1931 and 1937, more recordings followed for Vocalion Records and Decca Records, and, working out of New York, she maintained an active performance schedule. Her recorded accompanists included King Oliver, Charles Avery, Louis Armstrong, Lonnie Johnson, and Red Allen.

The Depression did not put an end to Spivey's musical career. She found a new outlet for her talent in 1929, when the film director King Vidor cast her to play Missy Rose in his first sound film, Hallelujah!. Through the 1930s and 1940s Spivey continued to work in musical films and stage shows, including the hit musical Hellzapoppin (1938), often with her husband, the vaudeville dancer Billy Adams.

In 1951, Spivey retired from show business to play the pipe organ and lead a church choir, but she returned to secular music in 1961, when she was reunited with an old singing partner, Lonnie Johnson, to appear on four tracks on his Prestige Bluesville album Idle Hours.

The folk music revival of the 1960s gave her further opportunities to make a comeback. She recorded again for Prestige Bluesville, sharing an album, Songs We Taught Your Mother, with fellow veterans Alberta Hunter and Lucille Hegamin, and began making personal appearances at festivals and clubs, including the 1963 European tour of the American Folk Blues Festival.

In 1961, Spivey and the jazz and blues historian Len Kunstadt launched Spivey Records, a low-budget label dedicated to blues, jazz, and related music.

In March 1962, Spivey and Big Joe Williams recorded for Spivey Records, with harmonica accompaniment and backup vocals by Bob Dylan. The recordings were released on Three Kings and the Queen and Kings and the Queen Volume Two. Dylan was listed under his own name on the record covers. A picture of her and Dylan from this period is shown on the back cover of the Dylan album, New Morning. In 1964, Spivey made her only recording with an all-white band, the Connecticut-based Easy Riders Jazz Band, led by the trombonist Big Bill Bissonnette. It was released first on an LP and later re-released on compact disc.

Spivey married four times; her husbands included Ruben Floyd, Billy Adams, and Len Kunstadt.

Spivey died in New York on October 3, 1976, at the age of 69, from an internal hemorrhage.

#historical #black history month #singer

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gothicwidowsworld · 1 year

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Childhood Crushes M.A

Easily manipulated was not a description Y/N L/N’s would associate with herself, in fact the y/h/c young woman wouldn’t describe herself as someone who was easily manipulated at all. She prided herself on being a strong, independent, hardhead young woman and yet she could never say no to Marcus Armstrong. Marcus was a master manipulator especially when it came to her, all the Kiwi Racer had to do was shoot her a dazzling smile or mumble some sweet words paired with gentle kisses against the nape of her neck and she fell for his request hook, line and sinker.

Perhaps that’s what led to her being sandwiched between two drivers on a compact three-seater sofa donning an oversized Dallas Cowboys team jersey. The successful Screaming Meals podcast was filming yet another episode and despite having Red Bull Junior Jak Crawford as their special guest the y/h/c young woman found herself also roped into discussing racing whilst sampling some wine that Clément Novalak an apparent want to be sommelier would no doubt fawn over.

Despite having previous history with the Screaming Meals trio, Y/N had not prepared herself to relive the awkward topic of childhood crushes, Clém & James already regularly took the piss out of her regarding her taste in men (Marcus), the ongoing joke wasn’t malicious, more brotherly teasing but it could get tiring extremely quickly. “So, what about you Y/N/N who was your Disney childhood crush?” the French native asked, his narrowed dark hazel eyes sparkling with mischief from beneath his cap. Y/N could curse the goatee wearing f2 Driver to hell and back, a message that was clearly received as the man in question recoiled slightly from the young woman's burning glare. “I mean I wasn’t really a Disney channel kid… I was more of a Doctor Who & Merlin kid to be honest.” the brit replied with a shrug satisfied with her response, before sighing at the looks from the boys surrounding her, the young woman’s original answer clearly not cutting it. “What did they not have Disney channel in England or something?” Marcus asked in faux ignorance, the microscopic twitch of his upper lip betraying his need to smirk at the girl.

Groaning Y/N pondered for a second adjusting her position on the sofa as she racked her brains, she really hadn't watched Disney channel as a kid aside from the couple of episodes on hotel tv often in a language she couldn’t speak. The younger girl instead watched things like The Sarah Jane Adventures or more ashamedly Wolfblood. “Fine I guess if I was really pressured it would probably have been Sterling Knight AKA Chad Dylan Cooper.”

“Ooh that makes so much sense…” James interrupted a look of understanding washing over his face. “What’s that?” y/n asked in confusion, reaching forward to grab her discarded glass of wine, a small pool of silky maroon red still present in the glass. “Why your type is a cocky bastard who smiles too much” James quipped back, the insurance broker's face turning slightly pink as a small chortle escaped. “I know that's supposed to be an insult James but jokes on you just proves I was always Y/N’s type… even if she did reject me every day for a year straight.” Marcus argued gleefully, wrapping an arm around the y/s/c woman, the second half of his sentence trailing off as he realised he’d in turn insulted himself.

#gothicwidow #imagines #marcus armstrong imagines #marcus armstrong x reader #f2 imagines #f2 x reader #clement novalak x platonic reader #clement novalak imagines #clement novalak x reader #formula two imagines #formula two x reader

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dufferpuffer · 18 days

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HC: Remus liked muggle music - and his family had a deep love for Radio.

A drabble of General Wizarding Music; History; Lyall and Hope Lupin; Remus' childhood - and his particular friendship with Sirius Black.

(1700 words; in the form of a... idk, a short story I guess?)

Wizarding World Music

Music is a simple joy, one even magical folk partake in - but not in the same way muggles do. When Wizarding culture changes so slowly (high density of older population - and they live a looong time) - they don't exactly carry music about with them for casual consumption.

When there is so much magic to study, magical folk rarely have time to learn instruments or songwriting. Music is seen as a Muggle thing. A COOL muggle thing - even Purebloods concede that the mundane folk whittling their time away on the complexities of sound has artistic merit. Most people like classical music - even as modern as Strauss and Debussy!

But in terms of wizarding music... there isn't much that is 'unique'. There's lots of folk music, telling stories of the time (wandering wizard falls in love with muggle dame and thus gets burned by her family) Or are used to remember potion recipes etc. from when being able to read was a rare skill... But such songs are not unique to Wizards. There are often Muggle versions of the same songs (Innocent dame falls for an evil sorcerer and so he was rightfully burned; or a song about trees being about their uses for carpenters rather than wand makers) - it being unclear which came first. Even the most famous modern Wizarding artists are copying the genre and styles lead by Muggles, using muggle instruments - and even electrics and electronics. Music is what you enchant instruments to play for events, to show off your Charms prowess - not to callous your own fingertips on. The proudest wizards and witches are the ones whose hands remain soft their entire lives - who can use their magic for everything...

The Lupin Family

It wasn't until Lyall Lupin met Hope that he truly begun to understand the appeal of muggle music. The simple joy of putting a record on and taking his wife's hand to dance... (cont. below)

Hope's teenage years had been set to the smooth but energetic American voices of Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, Ray Charles - Frank Sinatra... Along with slightly older artists, as long as they could really jive: Fats Waller, Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong etc. She was an avid dancer - attending dance clubs as a hobby. (She was an active, adventurous woman who enjoyed going out by herself.)

It had a sparked an interest in Lyall, who eagerly bought a high quality radio/record player - so his growing family could listen to the music and drama's of the Muggle world he had fallen in love with. He found late-night horror shows most engaging, staying up even as his wife (and soon young child) had gone to bed. He would occasionally wake them with his laughter at what Muggles considered 'frightening'... and found himself fully engaged with ongoing murder mysteries, pondering them even as he was at work. The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan - the house ALWAYS had music playing on that radio. His mother would dance to it while keeping the house and his father would sing along. Remus grew up not knowing true silence... and was happier for it. After the bite... music went from a presence in his life to a necessity. As he lay in bed recovering it was all his parents could do to stop him hearing them cry: drown their noise with the radio. As they moved house every few months, the one precious possession they never sold was the radio. It kept them in muggle towns far more often than not (even if it meant Lyall had to travel further to find work) - so they could plug the radio in. (and also because magical folk were sharper at spotting werewolf symptoms)

No matter how tight money got, they couldn't sell a member of the family. Especially not one that kept Remus company.

On Full Moons sometimes music would send Remus into a rage of over-stimulation - and sometimes it would calm him. He would stop banging his entire weight against the door and scratching the paint off the walls of their rental property basements/attics/sheds... and just listen. And howl loud enough that the neighbors complain. Whenever Lyall got just a little money to spare between moves, he would brighten his son's life by buying him records - so he could listen to his favourite songs whenever he liked. He wasn't allowed to have friends... but he could have this, at least.

As his mother's frail Muggle body grew weaker from stress, when she stopped being able to attend her dance clubs (both fatigue and fear she would see people she recognized, even in different towns, and have to try and explain why she kept disappearing) Remus could still listen to music with her. They had all her favorites on record, and even when she was near bedridden (and a young house-bound Remus had to do most of the chores) he would come to her bedside and sing along with her, let her stroke his hair. Sometimes she would get up and teach him how to dance... Starting Hogwarts was a lifesaver for his family. When Remus went away, they could actually stay in the one house. Lyall could work steadily and keep money not for their next move, but for their comfort. He could even take time off to spend with his wife. Hope was still weak but doing better, not having to be the primary person preparing to hold an adolescent werewolf every month.

Every month he got a little bigger, a little stronger... every month both his parents would stay up all night, barricading everything they could... and just waiting. Listening to his movements. Hoping he didn't manage to break the door down and rip them apart. Every Full Moon was a horror story worse than any radio drama. Remus had always been just s worried as they were. They did their best to not let him know how much they suffered, as it wasn't his fault... but he could see it. He learned very early on how to mask emotions and lie to keep others happy - learned from his parents soothing him, and from him soothing them right back.

He would start skipping meals a week before the Full Moon came - and it broke his parents hearts... but it was effective. A starved growing boy made a much weaker werewolf. Lyall and Hope would want to skip their meals with him sometimes, not wanting to make the house smell like potatoes and sausages when their little boy was refraining from eating... But, hardened and matured from his illness, he would remind them they had to have their full strength on the Full Moon. They had to hold him back... and they had to run if it went wrong. They would concede... and eat small meals, at least.

Remus and his Friends

At Hogwarts - Remus didn't have to worry about ANY of this. Locked far away from anyone, safe and contained... He arrived at school small and skinny for his age, but was barely recognizable his first summer: well fed and eager to tell his parents about his new FRIENDS.

He was awkward and meek, having never really spoken to anyone but his parents before... his first friends were purebloods, whom he had little in common with. But that's part of why they liked him! He was interesting and different - and he had a passion to share with them: Music. Sirius, disillusioned with pureblood life, fell in love with Muggle culture... and fell deeply in love with Music. Back Sabbath, Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, King Crimson - music so unlike anything he had heard before, experimental and electronic. Even if it wasn't so much Remus' thing, who preferred rock and pop of the 60s - they BOTH loved Queen and David Bowie. James was less enthusiastic, but just happy to share something with his friends - happy to fund their obsession: Portable radios they could tinker with and listen to in the Shack... they couldn't pick up every station out there, but on a clear day they got some - and it was familiar company on Full Moons. One summer James even paid for them all to go and see a concert. (Sirius and James had to be babied through it, dressed adequately and stopped from making fools of themselves.)

James might have been less enthusiastic about music - but his knowledge of it gave him something to talk to Lily about - so when she finally agreed to go out with him, he scrambled to his friends to ask if they had any of her favourite groups on record - because he told her he liked them too but he has no idea what they are HELP

One of the best presents Remus ever got was a Walkman, after they all graduated, when Lily was pregnant and they couldn't see each-other as often anymore due to the war. When he lost everyone, in 1981... Music, once again, became his only companion. Cassettes were handy: small enough to fit many inside of even a small, cheap enchanted bag. He rarely had spending money - but like his father had with records, he would dedicate money to batteries, to new headphones and to cassettes of his old favourites. No matter how tight money was - music was a necessity. No matter where he was sleeping - a hotel, an old cottage, under a bridge... he had music with him. He never listened to the radio. He didn't want to hear how things were changing. He wanted to stay in the past.

... When Sirius came back, when he got a friend back, he parted with that walkman. Giving it to him was one of the first things he did. It was his way of apologizing for spending the last 14 or so years thinking he was a traitor. Watching his skinny, shaking hands eagerly working the machine, crying as he heard happiness he was forced to forget for 12 years...

...and they danced. Remus was never much of a dancer, though his mother tried to teach him... and Sirius only grew up with formal dancing, as a Pureblood heir expected to attend functions on behalf of the Black family.

Neither of them were graceful. It was terrible, really - a couple of men in their mid 30s moving their bodies in ways they hadn't since they were teenagers... But that memory is one of Remus' happiest. Because, once again, he had a family to share music with.

#sirius black #remus lupin #love you remus #remus my beloved #hp #headcannons #lily evans #james potter #marauders era

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