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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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MCC 24 JUL 21

Green Guardians and Pink Parrots Part 1/2

Alright I’m finally back! I’m only half watching while I clean my room but it’s fine.

I’m watching Fundy’s POV on my main screen and Ranboo’s on my phone where I’m typing this.

Ranboo pre game stream let’s gooo.

I’m so very entertained by the background Tubbo noises.

He’s so happy. I don’t know if I have it in my to watch Fundy’s POV even though I’m cheering for the Green Guardians.

Sands of time. Let’s go!

We are going to hear these boys in each other’s backgrounds.

This has “mom can we play Minecraft at our sleepover” vibe.

Phil’s streaming. Where is the fox boy…

Boys trying to out noise each other.

Please tell over to tubbo about how loud he is being. It would be funny.

It’s so much fun watching this boy achieve his goals. I love watching people achieve their goals.

Actual MCC server!!!

Good time for screeny. Nobody is chilling.

BURGER!

I saw him! I saw that fox run past!

“Ahh” - Ranboo

“Aaaa” -Tubbo

“Ahhhh” -Ranboo

“Aaaa” -Tubbo

High school ish age boy in competitive scenario. This will be so much fun.

Microphone magic time!

Hey I hear the boys!

And it works well.

It does echo???? How???

“It was a joint effort. I came up with some bad ideas you came up with the idea that works.” -Tubbo

Also known as every other group chat I’ve ever been in.

Lmanburg flag at rally?

What?

No. Let’s do free clout.

Ranboo being a problem.

Why is everyone in that VC?

What problems are these children causing.

Fundy is live! Where is my iPad time to dual wield streams.

Spatula???

Dual spatulas.

It’s time to start!!!

Where is the fox?

You know. I might reverse it. I might have to watch Pink Parrots mainly and just ignore green guardians.

I’m going to put Wilbur on my iPad so I can see the chaos man. Now to decide which POV I’m listening to. Probably Ranboo. Wilbur on mine is slightly behind.

They asked if Wilbur was going change his skin? That never happens. He had to wear the sweater of shame at Christmas time.

I have them both almost perfectly sinced but it’s at the point it almost sounds echoed.

No it’s just tubbo who sounds echoed.

Nope can’t get it to sync. Just listening on my speaker.

No surround sound here. Unless I get really board.

Manifesting the win?

Manifolding the win.

Bavid.

Time to annoy the other teams.

From here on I’m going to try to be productive while I watch. Wait no. The music isn’t in sync with the one I’ll mostly be watching.

Oh I forgot TapL was there. Nope it’s not syncing. Just going to have Ranboos on my phone be secondary.

Wilbur POV let’s go.

We trash talking. Look at them go.

Ahh. English area codes. What the enigma.

Let’s win pink parrots!!! How do I always end up cheering for this team…

I need to make pink parrot art.

Oh no. Just Wilbur.

Oh no. It’s all Tubbo.

Wilbur reminds me of a good camp counselor motivating his team. Not like one of my coworkers.

My brother isn’t home today so we can’t have a watch party like we wanted.

My mom is confused with my and my brother’s investment in MCC but we told her it was the national championships of Minecraft.

Oh poor Fundy tagging on the other side.

I need to remember to collect channel points.

I’m sorry why is my internet acting stupid. Work you!

Pink and purple. The tween girls second most idea color pallet.

They are over motivating the Soot.

Thought Wilbur was going to explode from peer pressure there.

Yooo. I figured out how to watch Fundy! I can split screen my ipad between the app and the website. Tiny Fundy screen and big Wilbur screen and tiny Ranboo screen on my phone.

They can’t warn fast enough.

Time to watch and ad and support Wilbur because it got too far behind for my liking while I fought with the tiny Fundy screen.

I need to put away the books I’m pressing flowers in. But I don’t want to mess up the flowers.

Wonder how soon I’ll have to start a new post because I ran out of bullet points.

Nah I’m not keeping Fundy’s POV open. I want full screen Pink Parrots.

Music brain made the lyric connection.

I could drink 3 bottles of water every round.

The boys with the superior bladders.

What happened with Wilbur? What I didn’t see anything happen with the stream.

Nox crew role play??? What?

Wait. Did red team just fall into the void?

What?

I found a skirt and I’m wondering why I don’t wear it more often.

It goes down to my knees I could even wear this to church.

Offhand wool!

Time to battle in the box!

Exciting death boots.

Go!!! Do wool! Get em!

Oh wow. They both died. At the same time.

They can hear the Tommy. That’s how well these dudes know one another.

Bragging on each other.

Everyone surprised that Wilbur is entering his old man years.

Woohoo!

Random history moments with Tubbo.

Woohoo (again)!

Ranboos just going to jinx it.

Oh no I need my charger!

Got my charger! Rejoined at “Minecraft butts make big… videos” and am quite confused.

Skilled boys!!

Poof goes the Bur.

They beat Dream???

Casually refolding every bandana I own while watching battle box.

I found a peppermint tea bag.

Come on get mid! Noooo.

Pink parrots doing pretty good from what I see in MCC live.

I thought Ranboo had an actual burger on his face cam. I was so confused for a moment.

Yelling across the room casually.

Wilbur is back. You can hear him.

Wilbur is like a kid trying to get a duck out of the pond.

Sky battle?

Shake? Shake shake shake?

Oh no. Now all the chat is crying over Ghostbur. Myself included.

Pink parrots on top so far! Never mind that didn’t last long.

Go Wilbur! Go Tubbo! Go Ranboo! Go TapL!

Wilbur go poof.

3rd atm.

Oh we’ve gone down.

No he was not good. But he paved the way for TapL.

We’re in 2nd?? Are the other teams dead or something?

If we’re going down and yelling timber.

4th. Not bad.

Woohoo!

Go green guardians!!

So proud of them.

Pants and Boots!

Still in 6th for sky battle.

Bless his heart TapL is so worried.

Red Rabbits and Green guardians are close.

My streams are out of sync. So confused.

We’re in lead!!

WE WON!!!

My iPad is struggling with Will’s stream but it’s going!

Come on Parrots!

Alright got it up again. Got it up again.

If I were a streamer I wouldn’t be good at MCC. I can’t competitive properly. I just like making jokes and being goofy.

Not a good lead but oh well never mind we don’t have the lead.

Red Rabbits YUM.

“Do not engage” as they set off tnt.

Get those stupid rabbits! Or whoever is attacking. I’ve never been good at any sports.

First again!

Hold on guys!

They won!!! With Wilbur hovering on the edge of the void!!!

PINK PARROTS FIRST PLACE (for now but I’m still excited)

Talented team!! Look at them go!

Get your screen shot little Y/N fan boy.

Not surprised we’re more popular than the olympics.

Had to go brag to my parents that there are more people watching MCC than the olympics. They were also not surprised.

Sands of Time. The wildcard game.

Sand sand sand sand.

We have a key for a vault already?

Putting away shoes. Nothing to make you be productive like watching Minecraft peeps play a competitive game.

“Everywhere is a way into somewhere”

Come on boys.

Time to switch to Ranboos POV. See if I can spot that N with my grown up can spot things vision.

Nope don’t see this mysterious letter.

TapL if you got nothing to do bother Ranboo to help him find that N.

Calm Tubbo. Tubbo chill.

Really. The map is broken and they are taking forever helping.

Key!!! Fight Fight Fight.

Ranboo apologizing.

If his team loses this kid will blame himself.

Go Tubbo and Ranboo.

Vault open!

Out of sand = prepare to book it.

1:30 (90 sec) let’s go.

Less than a minute. Evacuate!

Oh no Ranboo is lost. Hurry kiddo!

They made it?

They made it.

Off goes the Wilbur. Now to wait.

Come on pink parrots.

Is it bad I can’t see sands of time coins in MCC live or am I just crazy?

5th. Better than I expected.

THEY ARE STILL FIRST???

Barely. But they are.

We get to vote now?!?

Quick to the voting!

I had to fight Twitter to vote.

The app didn’t want to work.

What’s the acronym one?

I’m sorry did I just hear that Wilbur taught Tubbo how to spell fuck?

Ranboo has the iron bladder.

I drank so much water but I just kinda do that.

Listen to Wilbur getting soft and encouraging Ranboo in his first game.

And Wilbur wanting him back. And planning to manipulate Scott.

Doesn’t surprise me that Wilbur would manipulate Scott. I know he probably doesn’t but still.

Look at all us audience beings.

Hooray David. I don’t know who you are but sup.

I’m sitting on a yoga ball to type and I about fell off. That wouldn’t have been fun.

All of Wills chat blessing him.

David just did the vocal equivalent of 👍🏻

Ooo I found a dollar.

And of course Tubbo likes the olympics. Trampoline boy should love them.

Nooo. Not tubbo!

Whoopsy. There go the parrots.

Why does my Wilbur stream keep goofing. See this is why I don’t actually liveblog I am so behind it’d be delayed anyway.

Instead of replacing with Phil replace with Kristen.

Keep it up Pink Parrots keep it up. *clap clap*

Where is my old cheerleading book?

Oh this is so behind. I saw ranboo fall on his POV then waited a few moments to see him on Wills.

Let’s reset it again for now. Look like it’s close. And I got an ad this time.

If it gets super behind again I’m going to just switch to Ranboo on my iPad and see if that works.

Wills is slightly ahead now. That’s how I like it.

Wilbur is such a motivating human. I swear I keep thinking that I’m hearing my coworkers encouraging campers at a kickball game or something.

Oh we’re dropping. But we’re still going.

How the actual hay are we still here.

Keep it up TapL!!

2nd!

300 and a bit to get back to first.

Look at Ranboo and Wilbur. So happy.

Ok singy boi with the ability to do one sound for a long time.

I want TapL on DSMP. It would be funny I like this guy. What does this guy stream? I want to start watching him.

Ace Race? I love ace race.

Ooo buildmart. Used to be my favorite but now no one hates it anymore.

I like least liked games. Least liked games act as great equalizers. No one is happy and it’s funny.

“You have such a way with words” -TapL (?)

“Thanks I’m a song writer” -Wilbur

Why are we doing dramatic monologues?

Sounds neat. I like this deep story.

Who is dying? What? I zoned out for a minute.

Cant wait to see that audio appear on tiktok.

You go Wilbur. I believe in you.

You go Ranboo become a lover or hater of Ace Race.

“I keep on stabbing people in the butt with my fork” -Ranboo

Again can’t wait to see that audio appear on tiktok.

I love Wilburs angry “which glitch” he’s experienced all of them.

No don’t stop Wilburs channel! I’ll watch an ad but let me watch ace race.

Ranboo has learned to dislike ace race.

Feels like a achievement. You have made Ranboo hate ace race.

Tubbo did it! Whoop!

Good job Will!

Good Job team!

Second team to finish!!!

Wait it says they are in 3rd on MCC live?

Phil Head!

Hey 1st. Good job Parrots!

The perspective I watch doesn’t matter. All I see is shifting at Wilbur either way.

Ranboo booked it.

Techno. Oh how we miss him. He was there last MCC but still.

Wait why are they in the soggy? I missed it?

Dunk tank?

End on build mart! Everyone sounded so sad! I’m so happy! I picked the right team!

Oh acronym is terra swoop force!!! Go Philza.

I’m practical shot who will win.

Pink Parrots doing actually pretty good according to MCC live.

Good job guys!

Resetting Wilburs stream while nothing is happening so I don’t miss anything later.

OH WAIT STUFF IS STILL HAPPENING I SEE IT ON RANBOOS!

Oh final text block. I’m going to have to make 2 posts.

#mcc #minecraft championships #pink parrots #Wilbur soot #ranboo #tubbo #TapL #delayed liveblogging

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anjuschiffer · 4 years

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Kiss 11, IzuOcha

Oh god! I haven’t written BNHA in like...months! Tho tbh, its a nice change of pace! Enjoy! :D

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Under Wraps [IzuOcha]

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Prompt: Kiss 11: Public Kiss - IzuOha

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Context: Ochako is at a press conference, talking about her latest deed - rescuing workers that were trapped in a burning enterprise caused by an ex-employee. While answering questions pertaining to the incident, reporters keep noticing that she liked to pick a certain reporter among the bunch.

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“-but seeing as we haven’t seen this new skill from you in your previous rescue, does that mean you’ve recently developed it?” A man around her age asked her, his pencil touching his notepad as he looked at her with anticipating emerald eyes.

Ochako managed to make her smile grow wider as she repeated the question to herself, all the reporters in the room noticing how her eyes softened. All cameras that were there quickly captured the moments, a few reports jotting this detail in their books.

It wasn’t the first time this occurred with the Zero Gravity Heroine.

It started four years ago, two years after her Hero debut. Ever since the rookie reporter -Deku- came into the scene, Uravity started to answer more questions, made her press conferences longer and convinced her agency to do more Q&A sections in her conferences that didn’t relate to the recent incident.

Everyone knew that Deku was the reason behind Uravity’s change, but they didn’t know how exactly. After all, what can a Quirkless reporter like him do to change one of Japan’s Top 20 Heroes?

Not only was he Quirkless, he had a horrible sense of fashion. Round glasses, a blazer and hat combo. And no, it wasn’t a fedora or a regular solid colored shirt. It was always, always, some type of hero merch.

Today’s outfit included Creati merch under his brown blazer. Yes, that simple red t-shirt was Creati merch, a matryoshka doll peeping from the breast pocket.

“Yes! Yes I did! I’m so glad that you caught it!” Ochako said with glee, placing her fingers together, making sure her pinkies didn’t touch. Despite having one of her pinkies covered by a single bandaid, it was still a habit Ochako did as a precaution. Old habits die hard after all. “I found out I was able to stabilize the amount of gravity pulling on a person a few months ago and only until this recent rescue was I able to show everyone the efforts placed into developing this skill.”

Ochako watched as the reporter wrote furiously into his notepad, not once looking down. She couldn’t help but notice the breton hat on his head, his hair peeking from under it.

If she remembered correctly, that was the hat he got from when he went to interview the Wild Pussycats. An anniversary report relating to the Waterhose Heroes. A very emotional read now that she remembered.

“And do you plan to keep working on your Quirk?”

“I do! After all, it’s how I perfected this skill.” Ochako looked down at her hands, clenching and unclenching them. She looked at the scars that ran across them, each one a story to them. She looked back up. “Who knows what other skills I have yet to uncover! The only way I can discover them is if I keep working on perfecting my Quirk to save everyone in my reach.” Ochako said with a soft smile, watching as the freckled reporter watched her with starry eyes through his round framed glasses from Creati’s new fashion line.

Red definitely complimented him.

“Seeing as we are running out of time,” the conference planner said, hearing complaints from the myriad of reporters in the auditorium. “We’ll allow one final question pertaining-”

“Is it true you have yet to find a partner, Uravity?” One idiot reporter yelled from the back, all the senior ones groaning in annoyance.

Who’s clown was this? Who forgot to teach this idiot that asking that type of question made a conference end earlier than intended? That it got rid of all opportunity on elongating the already short conference? And why did he think about that question now? Uravity’s Q&A was in two days. Two. Days! Why couldn’t he wait until then to ask that question?

As the conference planner tried to wrap things up, Ochako sighed, grabbing the microphone from her manager, mouthing an apology.

“Can the reporter who said that please come to the front?”

Everyone looked around as they wondered what idiot had asked Uravity the question of the status of her love life.

Everyone groaned as they watched Reo walk up to the stage, the man sporting a grin as he walked up.

Reo - Cupid’s Nightmare. Notorious for digging into every hero’s love life, as if his life depended on it. (It didn’t.) He would do anything to try and grab a scoop, especially when it came to single heroines, but everyone also knew that he had a thing for the anti-gravity hero.

He even admitted it during a panel when he was a guest at Tokyo’s Hero Con last year.

“My ideal girl? Probably Uravity.”

Ochako frowned as Reo stood in front of her, fully knowing where this was going. “Can you repeat your question?”

“I asked if there’s anyone you’re seeing, Uravity.” Reo stated, taking out his phone to record their conversation. “After all, you’re the only heroine in your age group that has yet to find a partner. Being 24 years old, everyone would expect you to be a relationship or at least been through one.” Reo let out a smirk. “Any guy would die to have you, seeing as you haven’t changed a bit since your highschool years.” Reo let out a chuckle before stretching out his phone to Ochako. “So tell us, are you seeing anyone?”

Ochako sighed, wanting to badly roll her eyes, but she knew that it wasn’t worth it.

She had heard of Reo through her friends, Momo and the rest of the girls had warned her about him. How they talked about him finding their old apartment addresses, how he would stalk them, how they had to get restraining orders for him and how he would pester them until they would give him an answer to satisfy his question and make them feel uncomfortable and at times unsafe.

She wasn’t going to let him get his way. Not against her.

“First and foremost, I find it very rude and uncomfortable that my body should be the sole reason as to why someone should ever date me.” Ochako started, her lips a thin line. She hated that Reo still had a grin on his face, as if saying he had finally cornered her. Oh how wrong he was. “But setting that aside, my answer to your question is yes,” oh how she loved the way Reo’s grin fell. How his face paled. “I am seeing someone.”

Gasps filled the room, reporters shouting about who the lucky person was as camera shutters attempted to drown them down. No one watched as a breton hat made its way to the side of the stage.

“As a matter a fact, the two of us are getting married.” Ochako said with a smile, internally grinning as Reo dropped his phone, his eyes wide. “In the timespan of five months, may I add.”

The room soon filled with applause and shouts that congratulated her.

“You’re lying!” Reo shouted, Ochako still smiling. She had already done her part, so she let him go on. “You’re lying! I would’ve known if you were dating some!” Reo blabbered on, not registering as cameras rolled, filming his every word. “You’re just saying this to-”

“Why would she lie about something she greatly respects?”

More clicks and shutters filled the room as everyone stared with wide eyes as they saw Deku on stage, his hand on Uravity’s waist, snuggly pressed against him. “Seeing as you’re her biggest fan, you would think that you would know that Uravity holds marriage with the utmost respect. Or am I wrong, Reo?” Deku asked, a smirk on his face.

“Deku. How-”

“How did I get up here?” Deku tilted his head towards the side stage. “The perks of being her fiance I guess.” The room once again ruptured into shouts.

“Stop lying. The two of you.” Reo gritted through his teeth. He looked at Uravity with round eyes. “Please tell us that you were lying, Uravity. That you were simply saying it so that-”

“-so that people like you would get off her back.” Deku cut off, frowning. “Look man, do you know how frustrating it is to hold myself back every time someone kept hitting on her? How hard it was to pretend like I was just another face in the crowd? That I couldn’t punch you for saying countless disturbing things to my girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” Reo asked, looking at the smirk on Uravity’s face. “You’ve never-”

“Interacted with her? Um, sorry to disappoint, but I have?” Deku pretended to count his fingers. “Have been for the past five years. We’ve been dating for the past four though.”

“How can that be?”

“Result of being an ace reporter I guess.” Deku provided, telling the truth. He also had his quirklessness to thank.

When was security going to learn to place barriers that kept everyone out and just not those with Quirks? Thanks to the flaw in the system, Deku was able to slip through Quirk detection barriers and since he didn’t have one, he was able to slip every single time.

“Ace reporter my ass. You’re just another Quirkless idiot who can’t do a single thing besides run after heroes, seeing as that the next best thing besides having a Quirk.” Reo crossed his arms, smirking when Deku frowned. “What makes you think that you’re capable of protecting Uravity. Of deserving her love?”

“First off, it’s called connections buddy.” Izuku smiled, snapping his fingers. Soon, security was escorting Reo out the room, Reo shouting insults at Deku. “Second, if she chose me, that’s all I need to know that I am worthy of her love.”

“You’ll regret taking Uravity from me, you Quirkless Deku! You'll pay for this!”

“See you in court!” Deku yelled back. “I also suggest you invest in a lawyer! I’ve never seen so many lawsuits against a tabloid reporter like yourself!”

As Deku watched the room quiet down, Ochako decided to speak up.

“Now that that is over, we would be happy to answer any-”

“KISS!” Someone from the back shouted, the other reports laughing at the request. Ochako couldn’t help but also laugh, only to stop when she felt hands cup her face.

“Izuku?” Ochako stared with wide eyes as she felt his lips pressed against hers, the clicks of cameras going mute as she melted into the gesture, pulling Izuku deeper into their kiss as she closed her eyes.

How long she had waited to do this with him. To announce her happiness to the world.

How she found love with the reporter who viewed her as Ochako and not only Uravity.

The reporter who managed to sweep her off her feet by simply asking her questions about her Quirk and work along with other mundane questions about her day.

The man who talked endlessly about his job and how he enjoyed learning about Quirks despite not having one himself.

The reporter who managed to keep Reo away from her and her friends thanks to his connections and collections of blackmail.

The man named Izuku MIdoriya, who proposed to her after having received her ranking of number 11, just like the hero she had idolized as a child and who heavily inspired her career.

As the two parted from each other, Ochako stared at Izuku, watching as he stared at her with dreamy eyes before a blush formed onto his face.

“I just remembered we are on a live stream.”

#bnha #izuocha #prompting anju #anju writes

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 5 years

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oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab.

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

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pietrotheavenger · 5 years

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learn to love

chapter 4 - perfect start

summary: steve and y/n don’t get along. now, they have to.

pairings: au!steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

a/n: i just need a sugar daddy... so badly... princess polly if you’re reading this, please sponsor me

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steve’s family had money. there was no other way to put it. in new york, he was a decently successful artist and lived comfortably, but in boston, he was disgustingly rich. y/n gaped at the beautiful and gigantic house that sat at the end of a long driveway. neatly trimmed hedges lined the sides and she could even see a proper garden in the distance. in front of the house was a fountain acting as a roundabout with several expensive cars parked nearby.

“you have a whole ass fountain in front of your house,” she deadpanned.

“yes,” he nodded his head.

“okay. glad we’re on the same page.”

when he got close to the other cars, he simply put the jeep in park, and turned it off. “alright, let’s grab our bags and head in?” he was looking straight into her soul with his insanely blue and intense eyes. his head was tilted to the side, like a puppy, with his lips slightly pouted.

she swallowed, hard. she was starting to feel nervous. “let’s do this.”

he grabbed her hand from her lap and gave it a squeeze. “remember, it all starts here, my lovely girlfriend.” he gave her a genuine smile and it made her heart flutter.

“laying it on thick, now, my beautiful boyfriend?” she pulled her hand away and averted her gaze to take her seatbelt off. she propped the door open as she awaited a response. she looked back at him.

“hey,” he said softly as he grabbed her hand again. he pressed a kiss to her knuckle, “anything to convince my parents,” he grinned cheekily.

“you are a tool, steven grant rogers,” she rolled her eyes, stepping out of the car.

he insisted on carrying her bag into the house, despite her protests.

“i am able bodied enough to carry my own bag in!”

“sweetheart, we used to go to the gym together. you can’t bench for shit.”

“what am i benching, steve? what am i benching? give me the goddamn bag.”

“let me be chivalrous. my family knows that i treat a dame like a queen.”

“dame? god, the air in massachusetts be hitting differently.”

“shut up.”

and with that they had arrived at the front door of the house. he simply swung it open and walked in. the foyer of the house was beautiful. the first thing her eyes settled on was the massive grand staircase. the cherry wood banister curved upwards to the second story. the floor was all marble and expensive looking paintings adorned the walls, as well as a family portrait above the entry table to the right. steve had the goofiest smile, and was dressed in a royal blue sweater. she grinned to herself as she examined the portrait for a moment before turning her attention back to the rest of the house. looking straight into the back of the house, she could see a glass door that led to a patio.

”hello?” he called out. his voice echoed around the house. jazz music floated from somewhere inside the house. she tightened her grip on her purse as they ventured further in. he dropped the bags at the base of the stairs before grabbing her hand. he laced their fingers together as they continued forward. the jazz music grew louder as they ventured deeper into the house. she sidestepped closer to him. she felt more secure when she was closer to him. his house was intimidating. he noticed, and his chest bloomed as he inconspicuously pulled her closer to him.

the house opened up into a large space. there was a living room to their right and a beautiful kitchen to the left. humming along to the music was a blonde woman in the kitchen. she was cutting vegetables. she wore a red apron with small white polka dots. her hair was clipped away from her face with a brown baratte. on one of the couches in the living room, were two lumps under blankets. she could just see the headphones that one of them was wearing while the other ate from a bowl of chips and watched the tv at a low volume. y/n shivered. the ac made the house very cold. she was used to her broken ac sputtering cold air out once every ten minutes as she suffered in the heat. “you good, baby?” steve raised an eyebrow in question. she nodded.

just then, the woman in the kitchen looked up. her face split into one that mirrored his. “stevie!” she exclaimed. she maneuvered around the island and gave him a hug. he dropped y/n’s hand to hug her back.

“hi, ma,” he sighed, squeezing her.

a chorus of “steve!” was heard from the couch as two more bounded over. y/n guessed that girl was sophia and the boy was sawyer. steve was right about sawyer looking eerily like him, aside from his curly hair. when he pulled away from his mom, he was attacked by his siblings. y/n took that moment to introduce herself to his mom.

“hi, mrs. rogers, i’m y/n. it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she smiled politely. inside her head, she was panicking. were they supposed to hug? shake hands?

his mom pulled her in for a brief but warm hug. “oh, you’re steve’s girlfriend!”

“yes, i am,” she laughed.

by then, sophia and sawyer had finished their siege on steve. the older boy had his arm around the younger one and the girl stood with a hand on her hip as she slapped steve’s bicep with a quite a bit of strength. he laughed it off.

“y/n, this is sophia and sawyer, and that’s my mom,” he pointed to his mother.

“hey sophia, hi sawyer. it’s great to meet you guys! steve’s told me a lot about his family,” y/n put on her best ‘girl-next-door,’ ‘perfect-daughter,’ and ‘nice-customer-service-rep,’ voice as she spoke.

“we can’t say the same! steve’s hardly said a peep about his girlfriend,” mrs. rogers crossed her arms over her chest and looked at steve pointedly.

“c’mon ma, i didn’t wanna jinx things,” he replied. he pushed sawyer. “where’s your girlfriend?”

the younger brother rolled his eyes and scoffed, “fuck off!”

“language,” steve and his mom chimed at the same time.

“that’s so funny,” y/n began. he reached for her hand and pulled her closer to him. he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed her hand on his chest and held it there. “you have such a sailors mouth and here you are, bossing your little brother around,” she continued teasing him as he pulled her into his arms.

“exactly!” sawyer gasped exasperatedly. “mom never believes me when i say you swear.”

“because i don’t!” steve responded, in the same tone. he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

steve is really laying it on thick, y/n thought.

“you do!” sawyer yelled back.

“alright, buddy-” steve began but was cut off.

“god, can you guys shut up! steve’s been home for two minutes and you’re back on your bullshit!” sophia groaned. she flicked her ponytail over her shoulder.

“language!” steve, sawyer, and mrs. rogers called at the same time.

“there’s no winning with this family,” sophia looked y/n in the eye as she spoke. steve, sophia, and sawyer all had the same blue sparkling eyes. they didn’t get it from their mother. she had stormy grey eyes. but they did get their beautiful blond hair color from her.

“steve, your dad and simon are out in the back. why don’t you take y/n out to meet them?” mrs. rogers offered.

“you down, babe?” he looked down at her.

“always down for anything,” she responded, patting his chest and pulling away. his arm dropped from her shoulders. he picked her hand up and tucked it into his pocket. “you’re so weird,” she laughed.

“it’s so nice to see stevie all loved up,” his mom looked warmly at her eldest son. “now, go. i’m already sick of your fighting,” she ruffled sawyer’s curls.

“let’s go, darling,” steve sang as he pulled her towards the sliding glass door.

they walked out onto the patio and y/n sucked in a breath at the sight of his backyard. there was a basketball hoop just to the left of the patio on an approximately 35 by 35 square of concrete. further off, there was a swimming pool with a lounge area to the right. beyond that, was just grass. she thought she saw a soccer goal but she wasn’t sure. out by the pool, steve’s dad and simon chased the dog around. the dog gleefully barked.

“remember, babe, the dog is rosie, not sophia,” steve said to her, quietly.

“noted,” she whispered back.

with their hands still woven together, they got off the patio and approached the pool. steve swung their hands back in forth. she suppressed a school-girl-like giggle.

“hi, dad!” steve waved. simon and their dad turned at the same time.

“steve!” simon yelled as he hurtled himself toward steve. the dog began barking louder and mr. rogers walked over more calmly than his son just had.

simon threw himself onto his older brother. he was less muscular than steve, but still had a lean figure. his eyes were a kaleidoscope of colors, a mix of blues and greens and browns. his hair was dark brown and just as curly as sawyer’s. “WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS, MOTHERFUCKERS!” simon yelled to the sky.

“language!” mr. rogers chided.

“hi, mr. rogers, i’m y/n. it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she extended her hand to him.

he shook her hand and smiled as he said, “call me joe!” his blue eyes glittered in the sunlight. that’s where they got it from. his hair was dark brown and curly, speckled with grey hairs. “it’s great meeting you, too.”

“dad!” steve exclaimed, pulling him into the hug.

she laughed to herself, letting the scene unfold in front of her.

steve then introduced his brother and father to y/n before his mother called them all in. “why don’t you two get settled in? freshen up and then come down for lunch.”

so that's what they did. steve grabbed the bags from where he has dropped them and led her up the stairs to his room. his room itself was pretty simple. a whole wall was covered with shelves. the shelves were overflowing with various books, plants, and knickknacks. his bed was shoved up in a corner, made with grey bedding. a huge window took up another wall. in the corner of the room, y/n spotted a guitar. a bureau, a bedside table, and a desk completed his room.

“i didn’t know you could read,” she mused, picking up a book. she ran her fingers over the cover.

he rolled his eyes. “you’re a piece of shit.”

“and you’re an asshole,” she countered. right when she thought he was being sweet, he goes and says that. she should’ve known better. a leopard can’t change its spots. she was naive for thinking that he could ever be affectionate towards her.

she kicked her shoes off before pulling her pants off and getting into bed. she pulled the covers up. “wake me up when you’re done in the bathroom,” she grumbled, closing her eyes.

“why are you acting like that?” he sighed, spreading his arms out. he could feel the irritation rolling off of her in waves.

her eyes flew open. “acting like what?”

“a whiny little bitch!”

she sat up, rather abruptly. steve flinched, but she didn’t notice. “bitch, i’ll kill you. leave me alone for twenty fucking minutes or i’ll lose my shit. you’re getting on my nerves,” she growled before turning over in bed and snuggling into the covers.

he scratched the back of his head. they were off to a perfect start.

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postmastered · 5 years

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Sanders Shovels - Shovel Knight AU

i havent worked on this in months hA but i finally jotted down some things and bada bing bada boom were done babeyyy lets get into it

Logan Wenn - Plague Knight

very very book smart, but like, what's social interaction again????

likes blowing stuff up

disaster shorty

spooky raven aesthetic

can only tolerate virgil

Safety? Who's she? Never heard of her.

small gay

color codes potions, alphabetized his supply stock

really good at bartending as a result (not something he does often, mind you)

wears a plague doctor mask and a hood to hide his identity

has a prosthetic arm

Virgil Ware - Mona

will never EVER let go of his cloak

logan tried helping him sew patches on it, but he sucks at sewing, so virgil took care of it himself, appreciating the sentiment

gothic castle-y aesthetic

helps logan make potions and organizes beakers by size

takes care of the "little guys" (minions)

average height

still a lot taller than logan tho

lives in town, her room underground leads to an even deeper level, the Explodatorium, where he works with Lo to make potions

provides adult supervision

"logan, you need adult supervision"

"Virgil, i am an adult."

"mm yeah sure now eat your apple slices"

logan hurled a potion at him because of this incident and stormed off

eventually came back and apologized, pretending like he didnt cry

logan dont like bein treated like a child

virgil can bake, he makes a bunch of the recipes he uses himself

average gay

Patton Wye - Polar Knight

6'10-ish idk

has a snow shovel he loves dearly

"her name is shelly!!!!!!"

likes snowball fights

And also snow

and ice

makes popsicles and ice cream

has a cow named terracotta

big boy. wide. good for hugs. bear man.

almost every aspect of him makes roman want to cry

"roman!!!!!!! hi!!!!!!!!! its me!!!!!!! patton!!!!!!!!"

"*sobbing uncontrollably* h-hi pat...."

"roman???!?!?!? r u ok??!?!?!?!? what happen??!?!?!?!!?!?"

massive bean

can and will pick up all his friends

hagrid but colder

VERY BIG GAY

Roman Howe - King Knight

Roman, but more extra

his castle is made of solid gold

has a sparkly scepter

wears a crown for every occaision

if patton sits on the couch by himself he will crawl over and cling to patton and then Patton is just there like "huh. guess i cant move sorry virgil go stop logan from blowing up the fridge yourself pal"

very clingy

pat pat is very warm despite being in the cold constantly and roman is a cold boy despite being in the heat all the time

saunters and/or sashays

We dont walk in this household

wears heels

slightly below average height

VERY GAY

Declan Watt - Tinker Knight

shortiest shorty to ever shorty

made a giant robot to make him taller

stays up way too late

fixes Remy's propellers and Emile's submarine constantly because they kEEP BREAKING

tired

his boyfs are there to help tho dw

stress city usa

handyman

smells like oil. stinky boy.

demi child

Remy Hew - Propeller Knight

Flappy boy

fucking adores swords

"Oh, gurl, the hilt, goddamn that's gorgeous wait lemme see the blade- BABE IS THIS FUCKING CLAY-TEMPERED?????"

if an enemy has a sword he will geek about it for hours dont test him

he'll still fight them, but compliment it while fighting

if the sword they have is sub par he will get them a new one

his boyfs think its cute

his propellers break too often for it to not seem suspicious

"dee? babe? one of my propellers broke again..."

he does not break them to get declan to pay attention to him i promise

emile is happy to give him as much attention as he so desires if declan is busy

turns into a pile of flying mush when emile gushes about him

disaster bi

Emile Picani - Treasure Knight

"Ooh! Shinyyyy...."

almost cried when he saw roman's castle for the first time

knows too much about gems for it to be normal

does his best to protect his boyfs and stop his submarine from breaking down too much cause fixing it puts dee out of commission for a year or two

Keeps the Iron Whale in tip top shape

ocean boy. splish splash.

very good swimmer

loves seafood

remy can cook fish and nothing else

good for emile, but sucks for dee, the boye lives off vegetables and nothing else

pan

Nathan Lukas - Mole Knight

Lil gossip goblin

lonely :(

goofs about rocks with emile tho

sometimes they hang out together

ace/aro bean

values his platonic relationships like he values his life

Toby Ross- Specter Knight

Ghosts!!!!!!

Zombies!!!!!!!

CONSPIRACIES!!!!!!!!

legitimately raises the dead

Nate is his best chum

Grows roses

and other plants

made his clothes himself

dont trust that many peeps tbh

himself and virgil both have a Gothic Aesthetic they bond over

Lone wolf

Virgil held his scythe once and told toby he felt like his soul almost got stolen

toby laughed and said "good thing i dont have one!"

lives for spookin people

plays the organ

K thats all hmu if ur interested in any way lol

also i have to credit @spectralheartt for the name and also for humoring me like four months ago about this idea :)

#royality #analogical #sanders shovels au #remy x emile x deceit #logan wenn #virgil ware #patton wye #roman howe #remy hew #declan watt #nathan lukas #toby Ross #emile picani

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vowel-in-thug · 7 years

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my night at a (possibly haunted) schoolhouse B&B

so i realized i didn’t tell the whole story of how this weekend, for the wedding, i stayed at a weird B&B and finally got my own creepy fucking story to share!!!!! i’ve always wanted one!! hopefully this will get some of you pumped for halloween!

the night of the wedding, the whole party was staying at this bed and breakfast down the road from the wedding venue. the bed and breakfast was a former schoolhouse.

it's like one of those old two story brick schoolhouses i've only ever seen in a cartoon. the bridal party (including me) goes there before the wedding to get ready. we meet the two owners, tom and pedro** (**names changed), who are nice but weird guys, and tom give us a tour.

the place is amazing and so creepy but so cool. on the bottom floor was the principal's office which is now the owner's office, there's a teacher's lounge/library as the breakfast nook, a little gym area with rubber floors and medicine balls, an auditorium area for events and a big lounge area. all filled with weird shit and old furniture, like i could have spent hours looking around we go upstairs.

there are only four bedrooms to this place, okay, and they're color coded (the red room, the blue room, etc). we have rented out the whole place for the night, the bride and groom, her peeps and his peeps.

we see all the rooms and they are so fucking NEAT. like each bedroom filled with this beautiful furniture and FUCKING HUGE and they have like old chalkboards on the wall and maps and books and a telescope (each room is a different "subject") but it's also, of course, really fucking creepy. weird portraits and old photos and little kids shoes, things like that. all fitting into the aesthetic, but all also really fucking creepy.

but during the day, we love it! we're all about it! it's just hilarious and amazing

so we get ready, and we look beautiful, and we go get her married and it's beautiful.

after the wedding, we head back to the bed and breakfast. it's dark as fuck. we're all at least drunk or getting there. we go up to the red room where the bride and groom are gonna spend the night. we've toted up all the leftover beer and wine from the open bar at the wedding. tom is there, again one of the owners. he comes into the room, asks how the ceremony was. someone asks about the inn, he gives us a very normal story: he went to school there as a little kid, he heard it was up for auction, he had the idea as a joke, but then no one bid on it and the price kept getting lower, so he ended up buying it (for a fucking steal, i looked it up)

anyway he shortly says goodnight. the last thing he asks if we have enough drinks (we do). and then he leaves! the building! that’s it! but we're fine because we're adults, and we're in the bedroom hanging out, but then ofc we start to explore the place because we’re also idiots and we go downstairs.

here's no one around except us. i went into the little kiddie auditorium they had there which they use to hold events (like the school would have used for assemblies, there's a little stage). it's got all this leftover party stuff sort of crammed into a corner. someone says they might have found the door to the basement. i said "no thanks" and ignored them. then the first weird thing:

over in one corner, there's a little bar. there are these cocktail napkins for something called GOGONOK DAY or something like that, dated for like september 15. there was a little silhouette of a boy on it. and behind the bar were two large tubs of water filled with old beer (the exact same looking tub, we had upstairs filled with beer, from the wedding venue). and there were also two dispensers, one of tea and one of lemon water, with a layer of mold on top.

which is......gross and odd, because the place itself was very clean. but i’m drunk so i just go ICK and ignore it and i'm taking pictures and the groom’s brother is on the piano, and then someone (a girl not in the bridal party but just came to party) sticks her head in the door and was like "uh guys"and we go out and there's a man there.

according to the girl, later, she'd been in the teacher's lounge looking at the door to the basement, and this guy just emerged and went "yep. yep." and walked passed her, and idk how the fuck she didn't scream or punch him bc i feel i would have done one of those things

anyway, it's just pedro! the other manager (that girl, as i said, wasn't part of the bridal party, so she had never met him). anyway pedro was very nice and was like, yknow, hey guys, you can't go wandering around. and we're drunk and like, oh sure of course we're not allowed and of course there's like a night manager, that makes perfect sense, we're sorry and goodnight

so we go back upstairs. by then it's kind of all winding down. we get kicked out of the red room so bride and groom can be alone, and the non wedding party people leave to go home

so i'm lying in the bed of the blue room, which is even larger than the red room. i'm sharing it with the maid of honor who is wasted and i'm trying to coax her to get ready for bed. she's in the bathroom and i hear voices out in the hall

so i go to the door. and this is when, you know in a modern horror movie when you're like "where is their PHONE why aren't you taking a picture of the ghost???" that is totally true bc i had my phone in my hand and i didn't think to record it

the blue room was at the top of the stairs. my friend charles, who was the best man, is standing on the middle landing. charles had been with us all night, including when we were fucking around downstairs and ran into pedro

so charles is standing on the middle landing, looking down at the first floor, which is now pitch black. and he says, "who are you?"and this voice answers, a guy i can't see, with an odd accent, "i'm frank. i'm the owner."

and charles has met both owners by this point, tom and pedro, so he starts talking to him in that way where, you know someone is full of shit but you're strying to get a straight answer out of someone. "oh you're the owner? how long have you owned this place? what's the history of this building?" etc

the guy.... does not answer these questions. he's just silent, presumably just staring up at charles in the dark.

the only thing he answers is when charles asks, "can you turn the lights back on downstairs?"

frank says, "no, i have to keep the lights off for the privacy of the other guests down here."

there are only four rooms, all upstairs, and the wedding party has rented them all

charles says, "what other guests? where are they staying? there's no rooms down here. are they in the basement haha?"

the guy just keeps saying, "i have to keep the lights off for their privacy."

until charles asks again, "where are the other guests?" and the guy replies, "why don't you mind your fucking business?"

at which point charles is like "okay cool you're right, i'm just gonna go to bed" and books it up the stairs and walks by me like "nope i'm not getting murdered tonight."

so i go back into my room and i lock the door and i crawl next to the drunk maid of honor and go to sleep.

i woke up at like 4am and got up to turn on the AC and nothing happened at all but i freaked myself out a bunch doing it. like shining my cellphone light at this BIG dark empty room and of course there's no one there BUT WHAT IF THERE HAD BEEN, or bending down to plug my phone back in and thinking I DIDN'T LOOK UNDER THE BED BEFORE, etc so i didn't sleep great

the next morning, all is normal. sun shining, etc. we all meet for breakfast in the breakfast nook. everyone is tired, but no one has died. tom is there to feed us a good breakfast

while we're packing up our stuff, i see the bridge and the maid of honor talking quietly, looking a little confused. the bride says they spoke to tom to apologize about running around last night, and tom said that pedro didn't even mention it. like he wasn't upset at all, it wasn't a big deal. presumably, people did that all the time, because it's such an interesting place. no anger to anyone.

there were no other guests at breakfast. no one named frank has ever worked there.

#SPOOKY #i don't really think it was a ghost but i think it could have been a deranged squatter #so like #also not great #literally me rn #or last weekend #i've told everyone this story now so i think i can finally start not thinking about it haha

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tonidorsay · 7 years

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Ok, Tumblr peeps... ya'll are tough and cynical, but hey...

Yeah, I know. Fuckin Boomers fuck the world, the Xers do jack but watch it, and now you gotta clean that shit up while paying fucking debts or working for one third what they made at the same job.

So you know I wrote a book. I am writing more of them. Not the boring ass trans shit book that none of ya want, but a fun book about magical girls and stuff.

Only, it isn’t all that fun all the time.

You see, the Girls are fighting the Agents of Oblivion. Oblivion is the personification of his name, and that means he’s the end of everything.

He even has five Riders, because he thinks Apocalypse is a candy ass and that other guy is distracted.

But before we get to them, we gotta uncover what’s going on.

So, let’s talk about villains for a moment.

Oppression. Be it misogyny or transphobia or racism or the rest, it is always an expression of a formula.

I express that formula directly: Anxiety/Aversion/Animus, singly or in any combination plus social power is how oppression works.

Now, social power stems from those things which act to limit or hinder individual Agency – social power is Structure.

What if all those things were demigods?

Lesser powers, their will bent towards service of their masters?

Anxiety, Aversion, and Animus are The Three. This cycle of effort to bring Oblivion through, they are the major leaders. They played a role previously, but they didn’t succeed because they served other forces.

They are partnered with The Five: Apathy, Avarice, Deceit, Privilege, and Stigma.

The Five are the ringleaders of the larger group known as The Structure.

All of them have lesser demigods working for them.

Anxiety, for example, has Humiliation, Disrespect, Inadequacy, Alienation, and Terror working for him.

Animus has Aggression, Frustration, Insecurity, Envy, and Hate. Those last two have been around a very long while – they were Known in Ancient Greece. You might recall a less flattering version of Strife, who has gone solo, from the Disney Hercules.

He’s still pissed about that. Which might be why there has been so much of him in the Disney back offices and leadership team over the last several years…

There are over 60 of these buggers on the sheet I am referencing that lays out all the ways they work and interconnect.

One of Stigma’s Lieutenants has jumped ship, though. Seems he both wised up to the fact that when Oblivion comes, they all go to, but moreso it seems his power is not as influential as it once was – he is disrepute.

You may get to know him as Alley.

Avarice is the de facto head at present, and one of the most Powerful. So powerful he may just have assumed a role as a person on Earth. And be influencing events more directly.

Any of this sounding vaguely familiar?

Feel like you are living in a world that is controlled and dominated by demigods who corrupt people with miasmas and humours?

These are the folks that the Contras are fighting. Sometimes they are easy. Lazy or distracted or overconfident. Sometimes they are hard.

But they are Gods, able to twist reality and warp things, and as the gals climb the ladder towards the Tower, they will fight more and more of them.

Sometimes they will be joined by The Party. The Party is the West Coast magical guy team.

Yes, you read that right. Magical guys. And they will be done straight. Gay, trans, one AceAro who has a dark sense of humor.

Sometimes they will be joined by the Rebels, who have been at this a lot longer, as they gained their powers when they were in their early teens. They are on the East Coast. Vermont, specifically.

Oh, I should note that two of this team are a couple, and the black gal is Justice and the other gal is Liberty, and yeah…

Trans gal on that team, too.

I absolutely promise that Nazis get punched (one gets a full missile launcher shot at him in the first book!), and there will be two occasions where the orange one gets what is coming to him. As well as his cronies.

I can also state that apparently, and over my objections, later in the series we will see giant robots and we will see Kaiju. I was trying very hard not to let that happen, but, well, you know how villains are,

Motherfuckers do not know when to give up. Specially these villains, who more often than not understand that monologuing is bad, and killing them is more fun if it hurts a lot.

ContraMagica is a 300 plus page Outline spanning at least 11 books.

It may take the form of a light novel and the conventions of the magical girl and magical idol genres, but it is a full on, hard core, old style fairy tale structured within the Hero’s journey that has given us Epic Fantasy works from Lord of the Rings to Harry Potter to Song of fire and ice and more.

Except, for once, all the lead characters are women, and both women of color and lgbt women are everywhere.

If you have ever read my what is series, you likely know I understand this stuff on the “academic” level. You probably know that I get these things better than pretty much 98% of our haters.

This is what happens when you take those things and put them into a really fun story. One that is inspired by Ghibli films and Ghost in the shell and Madoka and Yuki Yuna and the darker stuff but still brings out the light.

Maybe you hear me talk about girl power and you think, oh fuck no, not more of this live and peace and kindness crap.

Well, this isn’t that kind of girl power.

When you get a moment, go out and do some research. Seriously. Go out and find twenty five characteristics that define what the fuck Girl power really if. Broaden your search into the power of the feminine, too.

It will take effort. Because the vast majority of it is either Terf shit that stops at three things or religious shit that stops at five or a bled of both that says smile bitch and say thank you when he pulls out.

Sorry, that doesn’t do shit for me.

But there is value in womanhood, in the bonds of it and the aspects of it that need not be opposite of or complementary to masculinity.

And toxic masculinity is rampant, as well.

I had to figure that out. I had to dive into it and go beyond the silly shit and let me tell ya, I got 40 elements of Girl Power.

That change things in a subversive way that you know I love.

That is the power of these gals.

But wait!

Even after all of that, and I know ya’ll are like “yawn, yeah, whatevs”, there are a couple more things…

Each of these gals has five romantic aspects to them. Over the course of the novels, they will explore these, from crushes to the two separate romantic leads for each on, to the person who keeps making stuff hard, and to the friend who is there for them.

Yeah, even the Ace lead. She’s Ace, but she’s not Aro. But she has more going on, and what you might think is her basis for being Ace ain’t it.

And then, of course, these women are not whole people. The Contras don’t have the happy background of your usual Magical girl. All of them had lives that sucked, lives that hurt and broke and pushed them.

Remember, again, I am both a sociologist and a psychologist. These gals have issues. And I am just starting to explore them. For instance, there is a moment mentioned in book one where Lark, who is easily the baddest black magical girl I know, with her everyday goth look and her Victorian plus maid powered gear and her snakes and Houdon force and old brujha, is accosted by guys on Campus and is pretty much unable to respond and it falls to the Latina gal to come in and scare them off.

Why would she be that way? Why did Tally spend forty plus years waiting for mr right, and what happened that she might do it again?

These are gals with issues you will recognize.

This is ContraMagica. It isn’t going to be PreCure or Sailor Moon (neither of which I have seen more than two episodes of, btw, lol).

It is everything I have in me – all of it – poured out for you, but cleverly disguised as a kick ass magical girl superhero women’s story hidden in the YA field.

That is all of it. If you still go meh, well, I at least tried, lol.

But tell people about this. Let them know that I have five years or less locked down of my life to tell this massive story, and if I am lucky, maybe make a bit (seriously, a buck a book is what most authors make on trade paperbacks retail, so it takes like everyone to make an HP).

It isn’t great art. Not war and peace.

But i like to think it’s a going to be a great read.

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hornetdiaries · 5 years

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Home Security

I have always known that I am serial killer bait. Blonde, average height, average weight, overly trusting and spends a whole lot of time alone. This should have led to me developing some self preservation methods but instead I became extremely trusting and overly friendly to strangers in some sort of compensation against murder. This never became more evident to me than the night I thought I was legitimately going to be murdered in my own home.

I was walking the unruly puppy out at night, my roommate away for her shift and leaving me alone at home. As I was walking a car pulled up to us in the dark, a man I didn’t recognize waved to me and then parked directly in front of us. My puppy, being the worst walker in dog history, promptly pulled me over to him and engaged with such intensity it would have been awkward not to speak to the man. He was pleasant enough, a middle aged man who took it upon himself to tell me the brutal history of the death of every dog he’s owned. But when he mentioned his young son I offered him the small children's basketball book sitting on my back porch collecting water. I forgot that letting men you’ve just met in the dark into your home was what some would consider a bad idea.

He offers to hold back the puppy while I get the hoop, explaining to me how my porch door lock works for whatever reason. He also explained how giving dogs dairy will give them worms while I was getting the hoop to the front door. At this point with him willingly leaving my nerves began to calm down and I could focus on just being really annoyed at the constant teaching sermon I was being given about a dog that I kept reminding him wasn’t really mine. He leaves, I lock the door and no murder ensues.

Then I get a text on my phone. “You look nice in that peach shirt” Richmond area code, unknown number. I’m dumbstruck. I didn’t give the man my number or anything of the sort, and I was wearing a more yellow looking shirt than peach. While I contemplated my shirt color I got another text, “Why is moose in his crate?” my dog was not in his crate, but he had been before I took him out to go walking. I felt a chill go down my spine as I stared at my phone, realizing that there was no way this could be the man I just met but instead someone who had entered my home while I left it unlock to go for a walk around the block. I remembered seeing a bald man sitting at his desk in a house on the ground level, locking eyes with me and not smiling as we passed by. “Hello Amanda” not Mandy, Amanda, the name that all my mail is addressed to that was sitting at my table.

Suddenly I was acutely aware of everything happening in the house from the freezer rumble to movie Coco which I put on for the dogs entertainment. I got up slowly and went to the back door, locking it and putting the bar back in place. Nauseatingly slow, I moved the blinds to the side to stare into the darkness of my back porch, almost too scared to adjust my eyes away from looking at my reflection to see if someone would come out of the closet behind me.

I took a deep breath and went back to the seat at the table, a month of binging Criminal Minds sinking in to me. I eyed my keys across from me on the table, the closet across from there, my roommate’s open door, the closed bathroom door, and my own closed door obscured from view. If I left the kitchen then I would put a barrier between myself and the front door which had now become the only quick way out since I put the lock-bar in place on the backdoor.

The last time I had been this scared was a Halloween in which my ems patient woke up from a comatose state to lunge at us with a weapon. The weapon had turned out to be a wallet but the moment between the cop shouting “gun” and the man lurching forward at me I could have sworn every cell in my body stood still. That situation seemed like a walk in the park now as the cop tackled the man to the ground in front of me. Sitting here at my table with nothing but a spoon in my hand and a possible killer in my closet felt like a much worse evening.

“I’m sorry who is this?” I took a screenshot of the texts and sent it to a friend, then I sent it back to the number that was texting me, seeing if I could shake him up at all. “Amanda is the axe in the living room” this one puzzled me. Was I the axe or was I being told the axe was in the living room? Am I being given an axe? It almost pissed me off how poorly conveyed the message was. “Closet” I stared at the closet in front of me, listening in as hard as I could over the AC unit to the closet right beside me but slightly obscured.

The worst thing you can do in any situation is panic. I kept telling myself this as I sat at the table. If you panic you are going to do something stupid, he is waiting for you to do something stupid. If someone has come into my home, feels comfortable enough telling me where they are, and has an agenda planned out that they want me to engage in then I have already lost the scenario where they come out of the closet and I have to fight. I have nothing but a spoon.

“Oh hey play that minecraft” my stomach dropped and every part of me went cold as I realized where he was. The game was open on my computer but it wasn’t visible from the closet ahead of me, it would only be visible to the one behind me where a corner blocked my view of the door. If someone was in my house he was three feet behind me.

“Come on Moose, let’s go potty!” I called sticking my phone into my pocket no more than a second after I read the text. The front door was five feet away, I would need at least three seconds to get to it no matter how fast I ran. The closet door could take less than a full second to swing open for someone to grab or shoot me. If I could make him think that I hadn’t read his message maybe it would disrupt his game or throw him off long enough for me to get out.

As soon as I stood up I reached over and snatched the keys up, waiting that solid second to see if someone was going to come out of the closet or if I’d be able to run. The door didn’t open. I grabbed the dog and bolted for the door, grabbing his leash and looking through the peep hole of my door to see if I was going straight into a trap. I turned back to the door, still hearing nothing and seeing no one. Go outside where I could be ambushed or stay inside? I took my chances on the outside. I put the leash on Moose and let him slip out the door, knowing he would run straight to any living body standing outside. He went straight, not veering off in any direction so I ran outside and scooped him into my arms fast as possible, throwing him into my car and locking the both of us inside.

I stuck my key in the ignition and waited, trying to breathe in counts of four while glancing every half second at my rear view mirror to see if someone was going to crawl up from some crevice of my car. I thought of two options; calling the police or running straight to my neighbors door and knocking like a madwoman in the night. As soon as I thought of my neighbors I suddenly put together how my other other neighbors had just moved and through the storm of adrenaline I was undergoing I became 200% sure that somehow my neighbors were the one’s doing this to me and that running to them was exactly what the killer wanted. So instead I called Charlie. I had just gotten off the phone with him maybe an hour or so and I knew for a fact he would still be awake.

“Charlie, I think there’s someone in my house. I’m getting all these weird texts and, look, you’re not pranking me are you?”

“Yes”

“Charlie are you there?”

“Yes”

“I think someone’s in my house”

“Mandy I said yes”

“What?”

“I’m pranking you”

A full minute of silence ensued as I let our friendship die. I had told Charlie I was playing minecraft, he had seen my shirt over video, we had even spoken about scary movies to which I told him I can only watch Criminal Minds because other movies are too scary for me. After my hands finally stopped shaking, I was able to call my boyfriend back and answer the four missed calls and frantic text messages he had left me because the last thing he had heard for me was that I was going to make an attempt for the car.

While the danger may not have been real, I was thankful for the experience in a way. Even though I could be an idiot and let strange men into my house, I could also keep a level head under pressure and even manage to save a dog. Will I sleep again in the next week? No, but I will learn from mistakes and celebrate small successes. Sometimes I remember why I own a taser.

#hornet diaries #home security

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