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dreamties · 4 years

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Slashers W/ a Punk S/O

T/W- q*eer is used a few times- in a positive, self affirming kind of way. But I can add other trigger warnings if needed. :)

A/n- Literally no one asked for this, but I wanted to make more HCs like the soft pastel one...so I just went wild and made them.

I included a little bit of punk culture into this as well, because it’s not just about the fashion, but since there’s such a vast variety within punk culture I mostly stuck with my experiences in the community, and some bits and pieces from documentaries(mostly live footage from “The Decline of Western Civilization”).

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Norman Bates, Michael Myers

Will make one(s) for Brahms, Amanda, Helen or Daniel if asked

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

so early 90s, the Riot Grrrl movement emerges

bands like Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Heavens to Betsy or Sleater-Kinney

it’s a very female-powered oriented movement, but I notice that a lot of minorities tend to be drawn to this music and community (LGBT folks, people of color, etc).

both boys, and yourself, being outside of the norm and all (polyamorous relationship, gay/bi) are sort of drawn to it!

and sure there’s a lot of really great queercore/homocore bands, and there’s probably a good LGBT+ punk scene out there somewhere, but in a little town like Woodsboro? Hell no. Sticking with this fem punk movement, while again mostly a space for women in music- it’s the most accepted the three of you have felt outside of you’re relationship.

you’ve always been pretty into the music, stuff like Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, or the short-lived Germs- but it wasn’t until you stumbled upon Riot Grrrl that you really got into it.

the music, making zines about local-ish political issues(probably not so much Woodsboro stuff, more Cali in general and neighboring towns) and a few ones with queer themes and hand-drawn illustrations of your partners, and DIYing all your clothes

since you’re so experienced with DIYing your clothes and sewing on patches, you’ve helped repair the Ghostface costumes on numerous occasions. they kind of adore this(Stu is the only one that will- and does, frequently- admit that)

Let’s face it, the three of you do everything together- but you especially enjoy when Stu tags along for thrift dates.

he’s the more fashionable one, and he makes the whole experience more enjoyable- cracking jokes and just being his all-around goofy self.

Woodsboro is a very little town, so they don’t have much...but they do have a few small stores- usually you’ll make a whole day/date out of it though. driving to the next town or so over, since they have more stores and a better selection, and spending hours looking for cheap, old t-shirts, belts, clothes with funky patterns. heading out for pizza after.

Billy’s more likely to get into the music and everything with you(he’s kinda,, angsty, no offense to him)- will definitely go to shows with you.

just- imagine Billy in ripped jeans. and he’d have like one or two patches sewn on to it- one of them is your all time favorite band, and the other is a band that he found on his own time, and actually really enjoyed.

Stu is dragged along with you guys, you can’t just leave him at home- he’s gonna feel left out and sad. :(

He’s mostly there to keep y’all company- he really likes the energy of the shows though!

the two of them are such a chaotic duo though, so much so that you have definitely been kicked out or banned from a few venues. all for varying reasons. good grief these men can not be tamed.

The Lost Boys

as we all know, these vampires are total punks. so they’re gonna appreciate having a s/o who’s also into that whole scene.

How you meet:

you’re a baby punk, and it’s your first show ever, and you look so nervous. you’re dressed up in pretty plain clothes, a single homemade patch for your favorite band barely hanging to your jacket side(you were mid-way sewing it, when you realized you were gonna be late if you didn’t leave asap).

it’s a few local bands, ones you’d never really heard of really. you look anxious. but when they start playing? you look so unapologetically yourself, you’re so in the moment dancing- it’s completely mesmerizing to the boys. the music isn’t even that good, but you seem to be having the time of your life.

they greet you after the show, and you’re a tiny bit flustered- cause gosh, heck, they saw you. dancing. so embarrassing.

David is the one that introduces himself and the group, and initiates conversation. Dwayne’s a pretty quiet guy, so he just listens to what you have to say.

Marko’s pretty excited about you, and initiates in some small conversation, he may have complimented your little patch(Marko- patch jacket KING, complimenting your jacket?? more likely than you’d think)

and oh, oh- Paul is out there being a total chatty-cathy, and is absolutely bombarding you with questions. like, okay, Paul is pretty talkative, but the other vamps are a little worried that he’s scared you off. and you had seemed so cool :(

you end up pretty engaged in your convo with Paul though, even if all the attention is overwhelming. He ends up snagging a date for the five of you the following week.

once you start hanging out/dating:

y’all just hit it off so well those first few days. they all love how sweet & shy you are- but also how much of a badass punk babe you are.

Marko helps make your patch jacket(collecting ones for bands you enjoy, how to make your own, sewing them on, etc). you probably could have done it w/out his help, but my gosh- you weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Marko gets really soft around you sometimes, since he doesn’t really do this activity with anyone else, it’s saved for you. 🥺🥺

Dwayne likes listening to you talking about the local scene(outside of the shows you go to- mostly about stuff he can’t attend, protests and meetings during the daylight.)

all of them(especially David) are very protective of you. I mean, generally. but also when you go to shows. they let you do whatever the heck you’re gonna do, but the mere second that someone even thinks about starting shit w/ you?? well, y’know. those vampire instincts kick in.

the four of them obviously share a lot of similar tastes in music- but they all have different favorite bands, & fave parts of the community. which, they can’t even fully participate in,, but it’s okay.

they, individually, introduce their favorite bands to you. and they get it in their head that oh, they said they liked it. they must like it as much as I do. and awkwardly coming out to the four of them, as they argue about your favorite band, “Well, actually- this *insert band they’ve never heard of or barely listen to* is my favorite.” and their just kinda like, oh, okay. please tell us more about them.

so it’s sorta like,, you’ve been learning all this cool knowledge from them, now you get to share cool knowledge with them.

idk. I think it’s cute. 💕

Norman Bates

so first off- let’s just pretend Psycho was in at least the 70s/80s for a moment. because realistically- the punk subculture didn’t really exist back then.

baby boy is absolutely fascinated by the way you dress (mother is less thrilled though)

imagine your jacket is getting a bit weathered, and needs some repairs- so he helps you to sew edges closed, and make sure the patches aren’t on too loose, etc

he enjoys hearing your stories of all the past shows you’ve gone to. you always get so excited about them, and he finds that so endearing. But he pretty much leaves the actual punk scene to you because of these stories.

he was already worried from the stories, and made sure you were well prepared for any trouble every time you left for a show.

but one time, you were able to get him to join you. never again though. he was so nervous!

the music was too loud! and he could hardly understand what they were saying- it was so confusing!

you stayed with him most of the night, standing near the back, holding his hand. he’d gently bob his head to the music occasionally.

but you accidentally found yourself swept into the crowd, but you looked so blissed-out in the moment, that he figured it would be okay for you to dance* over there for a little bit...right?

*Norman is still unsure if you’d even call that dancing.

Thankfully, nothing bad happened in the mosh pit.

you gotta give him lots of attention and reassurance afterwards though- you almost scared Norman half to death D:

He’s happy enough helping you out and listening to you though- and that’s okay for you, too. you still love each other lots, even if this particular interest doesn’t overlap.

Michael Myers

he thinks you’re outfits are pretty interesting.

he’s a little worried at first, when you start experimenting with putting things like safety pins in your ears. cause like- that’s not supposed to be in your ear, Y/n, what the fuck

if you make zines at all, Michael really enjoys watching you make the illustrations for them(not that he’ll admit to it though), and helps to find newspaper and magazine clippings to incorporate into the spreads.

you always show michael the final booklet before distributing it

he doesn’t talk a lot, so he doesn’t ask questions- but he often does the little head tilt once you give it to him. since he’s not very privy to current events, and a lot of your zines are political, you spend a lot of time explaining them in depth.

he has no use for any of this knowledge, but he listens on, intently.

Important note:

dear god do not bring this man to concerts and local shows with you.

it is a nightmare, to say the least

Michael is sort of,, emotionless sometimes, doesn’t really care for people at all, and if he does? definitely not in the same way most people do.

so imagine combining that part of michael, the fact that he’s also a giant stabby man, with super loud, energetic- almost aggressive- sounding music and a bunch of strangers that aren’t respecting any personal boundaries.

you need to keep him at the back of the venue- lest your local scene may go missing.

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askdawnandvern · 5 years

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Vernon: Er...I don't know iffin' I want to touch on that.

Zach: C'mon now Vern, the little Miss ain't here fer this one. So it ain't like it's gonna make her feel bad.

Vernon: What if she reads this later?

Vanna: Not to put more strain on you Vernon, but if I recall Dawn is quite adamant about facing the truth in order to heal. She doesn't want to 'forget' what she did so that she can continually strive to be a better mammal.

Vernon: Yeah, but hearin' the same stories constantly can't be good fer long term moral. How many times we gotta talk about these experiences before it's 'enough'?

Dorian: One last time then? Fer the sake of who asked it. After that, we'll try and avoid this kinda talk from now on.

Vernon: *Sigh* Fine...Well....Durin' the incident I was in college, studyin' architecture. When it first came to light that preds were goin' 'Savage', most of the folks at school thought it was some sorta disease.

Vanna: There was a similar sentiment at the ZPD. Although there were a few who feared-.

Vernon: That it really did have something to do with a preds 'nature'?

Vanna: *Nods*

Vernon: Well there were no shortage of them folks too, especially among the prey students. Eventually, protests broke out, prey protestin' preds goin' to school durin' the epidemic, preds standing up for their rights to go. I tried to keep my head down and out of it, focusin' on the schoolwork and leavin' my personal worries about the howler fer when I was home. But eventually things got so bad most of the pred folk were permitted to stay home and finish out their classes online to avoid any trouble on campus, and I took the out.

Zach: We had to deal with a lot of sheep protestin', neighbors we thought we knew startin' to look at us sideways.

Dorian: Prey became more aggressive outta fear, made 'em less cooperative with us preds in law-enforcement. Then as things got worse a bunch of our pred officers started stayin' home and refusin' to work. They were afraid of turnin' on a neighbor or innocent citizen at the drop of a hat due to whatever the howler was. That left us purty strained, lots of long shifts on nothin' but coffee fumes and collapsing into bed as soon as we finally got home only to get about two to three hours sleep at most.

Vanna: The ZPD also started losing officers in droves. Those preds who didn't see themselves shifted to out of sight desk positions either resigned or took out all their vacation days in order to wait out the storm, even if there didn't seem to be an end in sight.

Yuri: Seaodder didn't see to much of a frenzy over it. I mean there were o' course the hushed whispers of stuff among the preds on the force and a few prey perps, but generally the fact that it hadn't spread outside of Zootopia's borders kept it from affectin' thangs all too much.

Xavier: It was similar in San Francisgoat, although it was definitely more talked about. Nearly every public television was constantly fixed to ZNN, keeping the howler epidemic on almost every mammal's mind.

Malcolm: It was a frequent topic of conversation at the diner. Pred and prey musin' over the cause, arguments sometimes breakin' out whenever someone started to lean on what that bunny said might of been the cause. Had to kick a few customers out over them kinda scrapes.

Xavier: On the streets however, most mammals were still civilized. No riots, no protests. If it wasn't in our state, it wasn't urgent.

Trenton: Durin' the Howler scare, I got a lot of uncomfortable glares from the various burrowfolk I had to deal with. Not that I didn't get them before, there just was a sharp uptick. It weren't all that much of a surprise though. In the burrows, old beliefs die hard, and new 'evidence' just provides vindication.

Qali: It was hard not just for my family, but our community. Foxes glen is largely a pred town. Foxes, wolves, a stray puma or bear. Our prey population is very small. But during the howler epidemic it got that much smaller. A lot of the prey folk went on long term trips to stay with family, and some went as far as moving out entirely. Thankfully it didn't cut into the local economy too sharply, but it took a bit of a toll on moral, and it made a lot of us scared that our farms would go under due to the pervading fear of predators cutting our customer count during harvest season.

Wade: I was put behind a desk, as was my partner. Of course, it was a huge strain on Precinct three, not just because we were put behind the desk, but more than half of our staff was. I mean, it's no secret that the Tundratown ZPD is made up largely of pred officers. The other precincts had to help pick up the slack, and they were already strained as it was. As fer my personal life, I played it like Vern. Kept my head down, limited myself to work and home, and to occasional grocery pick up. I was just prayin' it would all blow over soon.

Ada: While it may have been easy for ol' Yuri dere, da hospital was hell. Wese always had an issue wit employee retention, but neva was it more strained den durin' da night howler ting. I mean, da hospital was considad ground zero at da time in toims of gettin' infected. Most preds taught it was a disease, and so woikin' a hospital was a big risk in most o' dere eyes. It also made prey patient more scared of bein' treated by pred doctas' to da point where we always had to have a big, honkin' prey nurse accompany every prey docta around to put da patient at ease.

Audrey: Thankfully it wasn't the season for corn and pies or I'm sure my stall woulda suffered fer it, but I still got looks from the neighbors, hell even old friends. Mammals I knew since I was a pup even hesitated around me just a might. They may not a thought I noticed, but I did. I can't say it didn't make me sad, but I can't say I blame 'em either.

Vernon: Afterward? Well I mean things mostly went back to how they was. Sure, there was a few pred supremacist marches and so on, but the quickly tapered off as the majority of the city seemed more interested in mendin' the wounds. Most mammals weren't willin' to hear out folk blamin' 'all sheep' fer what happened, rather than the actual...er...culprit...and I'm thankful for that.

Dorian: It was worse up here, as y'all know. The native wolves dug in sharply, takin' the opportunity of what Dawn did to try and draw more folks into their way of thinkin'. And of course, y'all know what happened next...

Zach: I still don't regret it. If not for saving that little lambs life, than for the damage the shooting did to that little attempt at a native wolf revival movement. Pretty much all support fer anti-prey sentiment dried up thanks to that nut and his pistol.

Wade: Me and my partner went right back on duty. It was almost as if nothing had changed, which was kind of a relief. I was afraid there would be a dark cloud hanging over the station ferever after what happened. But hey, that's the Tundra Town way I guess, resilient in the face of unyielding cold and what not.

Qali: While the mammals who moved away never actually returned, maybe because it was easier, or maybe out of shame, the other families did. Most of the prey who returned went above and beyond to apologize to everyone they could, of course most refused to accept the apology, my Dad included.

Ada: Dat's cold.

Qali: Not like that. I mean they felt that their neighbors had nothing to apologize for. Most of them felt that had they been in the shoes of their prey neighbors, they would have done the same, especially if the had kits. Still, that didn't stop most of the pred families from getting buried in baked goods. *giggles*

Vanna: I transferred to the North Meadowlands, so my experience was muted significantly. By the time I was working with Zach, the tension in the community was fading fast.

Macolm: Things purty much went back to normal at my diner. The arguments over what was the cause o' the whole night howler problem went right back to arguin' over who's sport team was the best.

Xavier: Only thing that changed for me at that point was an uptick in discrimination suits. Most of the prey discriminating predator out of fear of the whole night howler issue when it was thought to be an illness or mental problem. Despite the case being solved, those civil suits still needed to be settled regardless, although if I remember most of the prey mammals in those cases ended up settling.

Ada: Da hospital was still strained o' course, but it was less bad den it was durin' da whole epidemic. Da patients got less finnicky about who took care of 'em, and we even managed to snag some new recruits afta a few weeks to lessen da load on da rest of us.

Audrey: After what happened to Zach, any bit o' hesitation on the part of my neighbors and friends kinda vanished overnight, instead replaced with guilty admissions and lump sum payments in baked goods.

Vernon: I hope y'all got what ya wanted to hear from this...I don't imagine it was too entertainin'...

Wade: Kind of a downer really...

Vernon: But now we never have to talk about this again...I hope.

#Zootopia #askdawnandvern #ask blog #Assistant Mayor Bellwether #zoosona #fan character #wastedtimeee

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flyingcatstiel · 5 years

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@robotsnchicks responded to me on this post. I’m making a new post since talking in notes is very limiting. ;)

... I've realized from reading various responses to this that part of this is simply that my fandom experience is mostly in other fandoms and I am realizing that the spn fandom is quite different in some ways. I was surprised by the way challenges seem to be viewed as belonging to the mods and understanding that viewpoint goes a long way to me understanding the situation here. My fandom experience had been challenges that were seen more as belonging to the community with mods that changed but challenges that didn't, so part of my frustration was just coming from a place of not understanding this community I think. I do agree that our fandom is splintering and regret any part I had in pushing that along

You know, I think that the closest thing we’ve to community challenge is DCBB which was created by destiel writers who were frustrated with SPNJ2 Big Bang. That was a community effort. And for a longest time DCBB was the main challenge for destiel writers, plus SPNJ2 BB and SPN Reverse Bang. I know there have been things like DC Happy Endings, DC Ever After, some other destiel themed challenges but they never moved past second year. Like, there’s been a lot of challenges that went on for a year or two. I don’t know if we can say that they belonged to community tho because they all faded out. Which means that when mods left, the challenge didn’t survive. I don’t want to say that challenges belong to mods, but they really, really depend on mods. See how Harlequin challenge is being brought back now because some people wanted to do it, not because destiel community demanded it. I think Harlequin challenge exists in other fandoms as well? So, in that case we can talk how certain challenges are more a community thing since they are not tied to a certain fandom. Still, they happen only when and if there are people who want to do it. I agree that a lot of challenges survive because mods change, but, a lot of challenges also don’t survive. And if the challenge is poorly organised, participants suffer the most.

Tropefest is a bit different because it was one of the first tumblr based destiel challenges that were created by two well known fans, Jojodacrow and Museaway in 2016. IIRC, it was born out of frustration with the old, LJ based DCBB. I think the name was also their idea, there was no Tropefest in any other fandoms at that time? Unlike Big Bangs and Reverse Bangs that are main challenges in most fandoms. I’m wondering now how many angry folks now remember Jojo’s weekly Destiel roundup (2015-2016) that was specifically meant to promote recently posted fics, long and short, popular authors and newbies. Like, Jojo has gone above and beyond to promote new destiel authors. And then created a challenge geared towards more experienced authors. So yes, in this case we can say that this one, recent and small challenge belongs to them until they decide to invite new mods. Or not invite new mods. After all, there’s no riot in 2018 when they skipped doing it while fandom was having a gamut of new challenges springing up like mushrooms after rain. I see people arguing about elitism and keeping out writers but, there’s 48 fics (17+31) in Tropefest 2016 & 2017 collections when folks applied without invitations. That’s hardly a major fandom challenge. I feel for people who were seriously planning to participate in Tropefest this year, but again. This is not the only challenge.

So, what shocked me about this backlash is that people really ignored the core problem, harassment, and completely missed the nuance - Tropefest is not the main fandom challenge, that’s DCBB. If the mods would have proposed these kind of changes to DCBB, we would be having completely different conversation. It is possible that this outburst has it’s roots in general frustration with feedback in fandom. There’s a lot of talks about how Likes, Reblogs, Kudos and Comments are down, how fanwork creators feel discouraged to create new stuff. So, I see how this frustration could aim out towards people who suddenly took away one opportunity at getting a promo. I see it, but that doesn't mean that this outburst was directed at the right target IMO. The problem is much bigger, and basically yea, destiel fandom is shrinking and splintering, fans read less fic, talk less about fic, fans move to other fandoms. Fans went on blocking spree and now, even if they do promote something, half of the time people can’t reblog it. I think it is pretty telling that a year after DFF became archive, there’s still no other big, reader oriented fic rec blog. We can talk all we want about how things will always happen in fandom because someone will always do it, but that’s not true. Now, all main destiel fic promo sites are modded by fic writers. Which is great, but you gotta admit that fan involvement is down.

I may sound real sore about this topic, but I’ve experienced this a lot as a DFF mod - the moment mods are behind an URL that doesn't look like a private blog, we are regarded as fandom employees. Suddenly we are turned into some kind of outsiders who are expected to service fandom and accept all demands. And somewhere with this sense of entitlement comes the idea that mods really don’t matter. That everyone can be a mod and the challenge or the fic rec blog will keep producing the same content no matter who is behind the URL. So, we have this strange situation when people want to enjoy the quality content they have come to expect from destielfanfic (or Tropefest), but somehow they think that mods are easily replaceable. I can’t tell you how much it hurt to see a post calling for DFF mod change after we posted our post 12x23 Castiel post which was interpreted as destiel hate. The OP literally said that DFF is an important fandom hub, but those pesky mods should leave and let other ppl to continue the blog. I feel that the same thing happened to jojo now, Now matter how much time and effort she has devoted to promoting destiel writers, it doesn’t matter because she did this one tiny thing to make life easier for her. This mentality that puts fandom above an individual completely ignores the fact that there’s no fandom without individuals. Fandom is a voluntary place. We are here, or we move to another place.

#tropefest #fandom drama oranges #robotsnchicks #thank you for giving me chance to talk about challenges #i'm actually curious about your other fandom experiences?#like there are challenges that go on for many years #while regularly changing mods?#i can see how BB and reverse bangs can survive #since those are regarded as fandom challanges #and someone always will step up to mod them #i don't think it is true for smaller challenges #even now #about fandom #my fandom history #destielfanfic #flyingcatstiel has thoughts

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survivorhogsmeade · 6 years

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Episode #3: I Am A Sneaky Bitch. -Alex C

Of course y’all fucking swapped us. I was JUST getting to know people and now I have to start over wooooo can’t wait.

I like the tribe I guess. Elmo and I were separated which is sad, but I still have Sammy and now Stephen. Things are looking good...I hope.

Ack! The swap! But hey my OG tribe has majority, I only haven’t met one person before, and I don’t have to worry about Olivia and Lukas teaming up to kill me.... yet. Im really glad to have second chances with these people I just hope they see it the same way, we look like a strong tribe too though there are some powerhouses on the other tribe still.

There was a swap! Dang I miss my old friends now... at least I have Elmo on my side! Ash is very inactive so I'm a little worried with numbers

So I'm trying the Room of Requirement task. It seems hard, mostly because I am not the best at anagrams and because I am having the hardest time finding any of the items. At least, the website is actually working now, only messed up a little bit lol.

I GOT SEPARATED FROM ALL OF MY FUCKING FRIENDS ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK YOU RANDOM DOT ORG At least I have Elmo. Hopefully this will bring us closer together Kevin is... unsettling like he’s a loose cannon

This challenge seemed fun at first, and it is still a super cool idea... I am just no longer enjoying myself. I think I'm just going to go to bed now, because I don't want to deal with this anymore. :(

If inactive ash is the death of me I will fucking riot

This challenge needs to die and never be brought into another game again literally go Thelma and Louise yourself challenge omfgggg. I mean kudos to the hosts for working hard af on it like what a cool concept but goddamn for someone as lazy as I am it’s fuckin terrible 😂

A swap? Groundbreaking.

And NATURALLY both tribes are 4-3 Rosmerta. Things don't look great for our heroes, folks!

My plan in this swap is twofold: first, make friends. Okay, fine. Elmo seems nice, Kevin seems...desperate. Sure, fine.

Second step: BURN MYKONOS TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN GROUND

Basically, if and when we lose, I am going to go to Elmo, Kevin and the third one I've forgotten and say "Hey, listen, obviously y'all have the numbers, and that's chill. But here is the thing: there's a six-person alliance and I want to burn it down so we all don't get fucked at merge, so let's vote Kylie out and then Olivia."

Will it work? Who knows! Will it be fun? Hells yes!

Gulp this challenge isn’t looking good and if it comes to tribal I am worried. I hope I can work something out with Lukas Anna and Madison, Joanna, or Sammy, or even Alex C if thats the only option. If we do lose tribal it’ll be info gathering time, trying to SUBTLY find cracks in the for. Or in the worst case scenario betray Zonko for some kind of position with Rosmerta.

https://vocaroo.com/i/s1Q4jnht0aI1

Kevin doing something very unexpected

https://vocaroo.com/i/s06QxTdrohXY

room of requirement + train wreck tribe + possible alliance of mykonos people + general stuff

im a #dumbass and i love elmo so much omfg but we're so alone also i love ruthie, alex, and kylie more than ash already but it would be so dangerous to flip bc they could run to ash and be like hey they want you out vote with us and get one of either elmo or i out ugh

Yeah, so, um, I suck at anagrams. Sammy, who is someone I trust 100%, said he went for the room as well, but said that he didn't get there first. I'm currently trying to decide if it is even worth trying to solve this anagram at this point. But I know that I want to work with Sammy. With a little help from Sammy, I finished the anagram and have submitted the link to my host chat, knowing full well that I am not getting a trip to the room. Mostly just wanted to finish it, because I would have felt like a failure if I didn't lol. Anyway, I hope that Olivia went for it and got it! I can't wait for Sammy and I to be reunited with her (and bring Lukas too).

I am really stressed about losing that immunity. The people that I DO NOT want to go: Lukas and Sammy. The people that I would prefer not to go but if sacrifices have to be made: AJ/Anna. I think Alex C is a very big asset in terms of challenges, but that is a little scary going into the merge. Stephen scares me a little because I have played with him before and I know how smart he is, but I also want to work with him because he is super smart and we never got a chance to really repair the broken ass relationship we had in Mykonos (game wise). Madison... she has barely talked to me... Lukas says that it would be a big move to get rid of her, but like I haven't formed really any type of relationship with her and she hasn't been doing that much in terms of challenges. She's looking like the best option... I'm planning on asking around a little bit to try and see what everyone is thinking but ya know, when people don't talk to you it is hard to tell

Madison tells me she’s heard Lukas name. I’m good with that. But Joanna tells me she’s not close with Madison and isn’t opposed to flipping on the Rosmertas. On one hand getting out a Rosmerta could help even numbers, but looking forward I’d rather break tribelines than stick to them. If we have less Zonko and more Rosmerta then its less likely to become ZvR at merge. But I want both Madison and Joanna as potential allies as I still dont know what really went on pre-swap. I don’t think I should tell Madison what Joanna said, but I might be able to sway Joanna to vote Lukas. I’ll wait to see what Alex C, Sammy, and Anna think.

I've changed my mind. Before I was thinking that in a dire situation I would vote for AJ. I have decided I was lying to myself, I am not voting for her. I want her to stay, because I really really like talking to her and I would just be sad to see her go. Idk why I thought I would have been okay with it.

*Me to Anna*: “oh you want to vote out Madison? Thats fine its Fine! All good I’ve got your back!” *Me internally*: “fuckfuckfuck” Ah well, if it happens it happens I live to vote another day. I just know this could blow up in my face. I might tell Madison, see if she has an idol.

yikes okay so we are going to tribal...i tried to get a lot of them..we were just three behind, rip. I found the link to go to the room of requirement but I was too late..somebody already beat me. I think it could’ve been elmo, Alex, or Olivia. I’m really hoping it was elmo. He is probably my closest ally and I’m trying to distance myself away from all the mykonos people...but i want to work with some of them. For example, Joanna and I didn’t get to work together in the game because we never got the chance. Stephen and I were going against each other in Mykonos but I wasn’t to try to work with him here. Olivia and Lukas are gonna work together so that makes me extremely nervous. I like Anna, she’s super cool and I’m really hoping we can work together for a long time. Alex is a great player all around so he makes me a bit nervous. Anyways that challenge was super fun and I’m glad I could help out! The only names I’ve heard for the vote are Madison, Stephen, and Lukas, but i Like them all:/ i think Madison is going home which sucks bc i know how much she’s been wanting to play a Harry Potter game but she’s been busy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NPBIwQyPWE

these hoes REALLY tryna push my name around today of all days. I GOTTA GO TO PROM Y’ALL THIS IS AN ALL DAY THING. catch me campaigning to stay while getting my hair done.

I’m so glad we finally won something woohoo! Right now I’m on a monorail to Epcot and glad I’m not having to worry about a vote!

Sammy, Joanna, and myself are tight. However, we cannot figure out the vote for tonight. We want Stephen gone but AJ is throwing a fit because she thinks it’s an attack on old tribe lines. For now we just have to make sure it’s not my trio that leaves. Idc about anything else.

We won! I haven't been to tribal yet either! I wonder how long o can go without going to tribal :0

So this tribe swap is stressful. I have Stephen and Lukas from OG Zonko and then I met 4 new people... which obviously means we are in the minority if people are sticking to their og tribes. I vibed really well with Joanna and Alex C, they are really fun people. I don't 100% trust them yet but they are really fun to talk to.

We lost immunity... shocker.. a tribe I'm on loses??? I'm shocked. Now I've heard literally everyones names except me or Joanna. People wanted Alex because he's so good at challenges but people that good at challenges go early merge and we need him to win the next challenge if we don't swap or anything yet. Every og Rosmerta has told me they like me more than their original tribe and that they wanna work with me, do I believe it?? ehh.. does it make me happy? hell yeah..

Alex wanted Sammy which threw me off because everyone has been saying Stephen. I don't want Stephen to go because he's an OG Zonko and i told him I would try to keep him safe. Now yes, I am going to TRY but I'm not going to put my own neck on the line for someone else. I don't think these tribe lines are too strong and I think they can be broken next round. People are also saying Stephen is a sneaky player from past games so maybe that is true? Who knows. My vote is still up in the air but I have work in like less than 2 hours so I'm gonna have to decide quick.

https://youtu.be/W_HUdf89hI8

I'm having a great time!!!!!!! We won!! This is so nice oh my god I spent three hours on that challenge and only found three things and i was so worried but we did it!

I can't believe we won again! I've been immune every single round which is lit af :') I lowkey made f2 with Kevin and talked about with Olivia. Gotta have your bases covered, yknow? I've been trying to keep talking to Ruthie, Kylie and Alex S so if we eventually lose, we can have an easy vote. ALTHOUGH, I do have to admit that I'm paranoid that the OG Zonko's are going to team up with Ash and vote Kevin off (I think that Kevin would be the first target because Kylie and Olivia are friends and I THINK they like me so they wouldn't want me out first. Who knows though! My perception could be really off!)

I feel like we might have another swap at 12, maybe not but it would be cool! This tribe is kinda scary because of Kev's maneuver! But I'm just trying to take it day by day right now.

Rosmerta's tribe will be interesting to see because I hope that my OG tribe stays together to vote off one of the OG Zonko's. I still want Anna to stay because it would be nice to have an ally at the merge who I've known before the game. I also feel like Alex C could be in danger but I really hope that he's not! Pray for Rosmertas and Anna! If Stephen or Lukas went out it would be VERY nice because it would definitely weaken the supposed Mykonos alliance , still not sure if its true but there's defo rumors of that being a thing

Go to sleep to drama, wake up to drama. Its the drama ouroboros. So apparently Lukas, Sammy, and Joanna are targetting me for Mykonos, which is very rude but not unsurprising. But Madison Aex and Anna are going to save me and vote Sammy? Idk who to believe but I am more tempted to trust Anna atm.

Alright kids, we finally won something! And thank gods too, because this weekend was TERRIBLE for me to try and scramble, so I got real lucky. Also, of the 30 items, I found, like, half? And I could've had more if I had, like, spelled Colin Creevey's name right? So I feel good about that.

Anyway, here is my assessment of my current Zonko tribe, in no particular order.

Ruthie - light of my life, my moon and stars, I must ensure I have the opportunity to push her in front of a train at some point

Elmo - Easily the one I've talked to the most since the swap. Nice kid, I like him, I think he's playing more naive than he actually is but that's fine.

Kevin - a mess, I'm love him, asked me for help on the challenge because he is a disaster, hopefully I can pocket him

Kylie - literally didn't message me until today, okay girl

Olivia - we keep missing each other and also I want her dead because Mykonos sooooo

Ash - whom

Operation "Save My Ass By Turning People Against Mykonos" is absolutely a go, though my hope is that I won't be in too much danger as a challenge asset, but this is also nearing the point where you gotta cut the challenge assets loose, SO! We'll see!

I expect Anna to be voted out on the other tribe tonight because she is not a Mykonian and I know she was busy yesterday because it was her birthday, so I suspect she may not have had as much time to bond with the tribe as she would've liked.

I am a sneaky bitch holy hell. See Sammy and Joanna messaged me at the same time wanting to vote off Stephen. They also both wanted Madison gone for a hot second. So my thought process went to “huh, what if they do that to me?” So I went to AJ and asked if we could vote off Sammy. Then asked Madison, and told Stephen he basically had to or he’d be voted off.

Idk what it is with Sammy. I like him a lot as a person but game wise I just don’t think we’re ever exactly on the same page.

I also got into the room of requirement and got the marauders map. I picked it because of Daddy Lupin and that’s really only why. I get to see what alliances (or how many I forget) a person is in. I can use it once until the final seven. I don’t think it’s the strongest power I could’ve gotten but somethings better than nothing.

#mischiefmanaged

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ContraMagica: Resistance Is Magical!

Part One: Prologue -- Chapter 1 Mar 29 at 12:14pm Prescriptivist thinking limits people to known , conserves and regresses. Descriptivist thinking limits people by what theyboundaries can see is possible, progresses and liberates. Chapter 1 “The caged bird sings because you put her there, and she’s calling her friends to help, ya damn fool.” “What do we want?” “Equality!” “When do we want it?” “Now!” Chicory hollered with the crowd, looking out over the group that had gathered here today, glancing over at Sylvia, who had the mic and was leading the chants. It was a good-sized protest. Looked about three hundred people, which put it at one of the larger ones so far. Better than that one a few months ago, where she had hauled a ton of signs and her medic kit and the portable amp to the site and ended up with three others. She hadn’t even organized that one. All she’d done was bring stuff. The organizers thanked her, and she never saw them again. Most of the folks here today were not from her precinct, either. That was bothersome, but a midday protest on a weekday rarely drew a good crowd, so it was even better. The challenge to Roe. That had to be the reason. Forget the added tax on hygiene products that sucked the money out of the wallet or the renewed focus on single earner households the new tax code pushed. “Fucking Trump and his god awful fascist shit weasels.” She let slip in that odd direct to mouth thought habit of hers. The gal whose name she had failed, as usual, to remember, gave her a push and a nod at hearing it. “Hell yeah, Sister!” Chicory smiled back, stepped back as Sylvia began to wind down her speech. Though, to look at the crowd, it was winding them up at the same time. They were angry, a few dozen pink crochet hats bobbing, many signs waving side to side and up and down, voices raw with emotion that she could almost feel even as she slid along the side of the temporary platform – the soapbox she had built and could assemble and take down in under 30 minutes and could fit into her station wagon, still capable of supporting a good ten people. “Infrastructure. It works.” She intoned as a motto of pride in herself. She had all the stuff to put together a protest at the drop of a hat, and it all fit in the back of her car. Down to a science. Had she been a boy scout in her past life, she would have totally gotten that preparedness badge. Plus, it kept her away from being the one out front, which she hated. Better to be the support person than the lead. Easier for her that way. After 50 plus years on this rock, she had learned that lesson very well. Despite the serious thinking of running for office that had been occupying much of her downtime of late. Someone had to do something about this. These goons were wrecking the country, and while at first it had seemed like they were just somehow god awful lucky to get into office, the midterms had shown just how bad things really were, as they took control of the Senate and snagged three more states. The Amendment they were almost certain to pass was one of the worst things ever seen in history, and even with that so many people totally missed just how bad it was. She sighed, shook her head as she made her way to the edge, planning to take a photo. Politics were always so upsetting. She liked it better when she had been working the other side of things. But with every major human rights law of the last sixty years about to be undone in the name of “smaller government”, it was politics now. Would be nice if she could get a damn job, too, come to think of it. She bumped into another woman. “Oh, damn, I’m sorry.” She looked at her. Muslim, maybe, or Mennonite. Either way, a good sign. She had pretty blue eyes that seemed to sparkle, and a shock of white hair under her head covering. Really pale skin, with the lightest hint of nearly grey freckles. Something clattered, drawing Chic’s eyes down to the ground, where a cell phone rested. “Here, let me get that. Sorry.” She knelt to pick it up, her skirt a little too tight for the bending over. Chic could hear the smile in the chuckle. “Thank you.” The phone was a strange looking sort. At first, she thought it was an iPhone, then a one of the latest Androids, but as she lifted it realized it was something even more strange. It was slightly thicker than an older iPhone, hinged along one side, with one of those edge screens. It folded. One screen on the outside, what looked like two inside, and a set of card pockets on the back. “Wow. Nice phone!” “Oh, you like it? Kind of a collector’s edition. Only three dozen made.” The woman agreed. “Name’s Whisk, Chicory. Nice to meet you.” Chic blinked as the woman took the phone from her. She had spoken, that’s right. Introduced and thanked, too. So yeah, her name was out there. “Hey, that’s almost as odd as my name! Nice to meet you. Sorry, again; I hope it isn’t broken!” “I’m sure its fine. You seem to be a bit older than most of the crowd here.” Chic nodded as she stepped around, turning to finish with the woman as she kept on her goal. “Yeah. Fifty four soon. Still feel like 21, though! Gotta keep going. Sorry!” She turned back around, avoided another collision, and made it to the edge of the crowd, pulling out her own phone, an older model iPhone she didn’t have service for but had picked up during a better time. Before her husband had died. She framed the shot, clicked a few frames, started to move to another position, and noticed something ahead of her. “Oh shit.” “Yes, that doesn’t look good, does it?” She turned to her right, and there was Whisk again. “Oh, hey, sorry, didn’t see you there. Um, you might want to head out.” “Police a common sight at these protests?” “Not really, but they did just pass that riot law. And they don’t deal well with women who wear head coverings, Ma’am. Might be wiser if you head out.” A shout caught the attention of the crowd and the stage both. It felt as if the entire crowd suddenly fell silent and turned to face the squad of police officers marching down the street behind riot shields. Chicory started to push through the crowd to get to the front. If she got there in time she might be able to stop it from getting bad. From getting ugly. It had gotten ugly in Berkeley. But that was Berkeley. It always got ugly there. Chicago, too. Peoria, though, didn’t usually get ugly. And it had gotten really ugly there. Her heart beat faster. It was mostly younger folks in the back. She spotted a tallish teenager holding hands with her boyfriend. She had a shirt that said “Girl Power”, he wore a Captain America punching Nazi’s tee, his free hand holding up a “Save Roe” sign. They were truly a cute couple. Their generation was the one that would have to be the foot soldiers in this fight. She tripped, caught herself just before impact on her hands, bruising her palms and scratching one up. “Ow!” She turned, angry, looking up. “Fucking faggot!” The spit hit her right in the eye, followed by a sharp pain in her ribs. Some guy had kicked her! She wiped the spit from her face with one hand, gritted her teeth, pushed herself back up as she felt the crowd part. “That’s fucking tranny, turdblossom. If you are going to insult someone, try to use the right insult next time. Also, try real hard not to start something you can’t finish.” The guy was in his late twenties, short spiky hair, white, of course, because it was always fucking white dudes. He gaped at her for a moment, trying to figure out something “cool” to do in front of his two friends. Chic was not happy. This kind of thing was just what the cops needed as an excuse. If these boys start… One of the tough’s friends jumped up and punched a nearby black woman from behind in the back of the head. No warning. The second one dove for Chic, catching her around the waist and pushing her back down to the ground. The first one turned into the crowd as well. As he did, Chic caught sight of an id card in his back pocket. The sort worn on a lanyard. The sort working folks wore often these days. The sort that had been talked about by people at protests that had gotten ugly. A couple folks had posted photos of them on Twitter, almost immediately taken down by the service for unspecified reasons. She took the blows to her face and body from the kid, waiting for him to stop and move on. This was not a random event. It was a set up. Which meant that what happened to her wasn’t early as important as getting folks out of there safely and quickly. Because it was going to get ugly. Even as she thought it, she heard the sound, her eyes closed. The chunk, whoosh, clatter, fuzy burble of the grenade. Tear Gas. “Attention Rioters, this is an illegal gathering inciting rebellion and terrorism. Do not resist, lay down on the ground, face down, hands on your head immediately.” Chic opened her eyes. Her purse was still at her side. The punk was off her. Her cheek hurt, her lip bled, and she was certain her ribs were at least bruised. She reached in her bag, pulled the sleeve of wet masks out of it as she staggered to her feet and looked around. Another canister of gas struck a woman in her thirties in the head, dropping her like a wet blanket. A man next to her waved his arms, kicked the canister away, knelt beside her. The Riot cops moved into the crowd, and Chic heard a rumbling from behind them but couldn’t see what it was. She knew, though. She watched the boyfriend go down under a Billy club. The girl was just pushed down. Chic duck ran to the man with the woman on the ground, ripped open the sleeve, handed him a couple wet masks. “Put this on. Corner of Adams and Fifth is a first aid station. Carry her, by whatever way you can. Go!” She tapped him on the knee as he nodded, putting the mask on. People were screaming. Some of the younger folks were yelling at the cops. A decent number had formed a chain, linking arms. Others were struggling to get away. Those who had followed orders, more than a few, were suddenly realizing this wasn’t the time or place. Across the street, a white masked, hoodie wearing someone threw a stone into a window. “Fuck!” Chic yelled, upset at the gravel in her voice. It was a riot now. A well-planned riot. Someone had to have joined the Facebook group as a spy. Great Just great. Another thing that was her fault. She was supposed to have been checking them, but had gotten lazy. People were running everywhere. She handed out several of the masks. The gas didn’t faze her, though. Never had. The formulations were fairly common, and hadn’t change in decades, and she was that one in however many gazillion who had found out she could hack most tear gas when in Basic in the Army. She had failed to seal her mask in the chamber, and the Top had come in and ripped it off, expecting her to freak. She didn’t. It has almost no effect on her. Red eyes, and in about an hour she would have the most runny nose ever, but she didn’t even cough if she breathed short, shallow, frequent breaths. Something was funny about this tear gas, though. It made her itch. All over. Everywhere. Even in places tear gas didn’t reach. It was almost fiery. She saw Jason on the opposite side of the crowd. He was a shorter, far more handsome guy than she had been in another life, but he was a lot like her otherwise. And he had been off today and agreed to come out to work as security. He was her son. Her pride. The one thing she had left to Love in the world. His being gay might get in the way of the grandma thing, but eh. She could live with that. But he was in danger. He was at risk. He was… “Jay! Duck!” She screamed. Her voice carried. At an octave lower than her normal speaking voice. He turned to look at her, dropped a half second later, the sign swinging plant missing him by a hair. The plant raised the sign again to chop down on him, and suddenly met the full fury of Chicory’s charge striking him in the side. As they struck the ground, she drove her elbow into his gut, flipped her legs around his, and head butted him, followed with a palm to his chin, driving his teeth together. He groaned, and she got up, taking Jason’s help as she did so. “Thanks, Mom.” He looked around. “We better get a few more folks out of here fast, there’s a tank or something coming. Unless you’ve got more of that Wonder Woman in you.” Chic looked towards the sound, saw the line of riot cops had broke up into three sections, pushing back on people, clubs swinging those in the gaps, a group behind the front line zip tying people as it moved forward, leaving them on the ground. Behind them, dozens of protestors lay on the ground, nearly all of them bleeding in some way, arms zip tied behind their backs, and almost out of sight she spotted the girl and her boyfriend. Something tugged at her inside. “I just might, at that.” “Want help?” Chic shook her head. “You’ll be better at getting the hurt out of here before the cops get close enough. That chain is going to last probably about another five minutes. Once it does, no matter what, you get the hell out of here. I’ll give you a buzz later tonight.” Jason nodded, gave the recovering plant a kick. “That’s for fucking with my Mom.” Chic was moving before she even realized it. She was big for a woman. Despite myths to the contrary, she wasn’t even as strong as most women. Age had not done her bones favors, either. But Chic was a gal who had done things in her life she wasn’t happy about. But wasn’t afraid of having done, either. Adrenaline raced through her, heart hammering hard in her chest. Her lungs gasped as she reached the chain. Smoking. She had only given it up last year after nearly thirty years, but the price had been high. Took three tries, too. She caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the punk that had tripped her. He was shadowing her. She turned towards him. He was holding his ear and talking, turned to glance at her, his face shifting to surprise. “Holy shit, she made me!” Kid had an earwig? What the hell, Chic though as she closed the gap. He moved away from her, broke into a sprint she was never going to catch up with. Chic adjusted her path again, heading for a gap between the buildings and the flank of a Riot group. She reached inside for more strength as she neared the line, knowing she was going to give out shortly after it, hit a sprint speed, right up on her toes, leaning into it. The cop line flashed by her, her curls a mess, her skirts tight against her legs, her focus narrowing to the girl on the ground beneath the shadow that had formed in the gas behind her. She could hear the footsteps. She reached blindly in her purse, fumbling for the pocket knife, thumbing the large blade even as she pulled out, hoping like hell she wouldn’t drop it. This was going to hurt like hell, she reminded herself, as she suddenly dropped into a slide that ended right next to the girl and her boyfriend. The boy was a few feet closer. He was having a seizure or something, eyes rolled back in his head. She quickly cut his bonds, feet first, hands second. He suddenly sprang up and grabbed her, pushed her down, eyes wild and red and swollen, breath ragged and foul. Chic looked over at the girl as he climbed up on her, pinning her down, just in time to see her head crushed by the wheels of the Riot Vehicle. It stopped just as the wheel passed over her. The air went out of Chicory at that moment, her eyes huge, the shock of it unbelievable. Something hit her, hard, bouncing her skull on the pavement, a gasping cry forced from her, and then hit again, the world spinning. She was flipped, and pummeled again, struggling to get her arms around her head which pounded and throbbed, her arms painfully wrenched and pulled back, her wrists suddenly searing as something cut into her. “That’s one of them, all right. Bag her.” She shook her head slightly, lifted it to see who was talking and someone shoved a bag over her head. “What the fuck!” Third time was the charm, as again something hit her hard in the head, bouncing her face off the street, and sending her into darkness. ----- If you liked this, there are four more chapters available at http://www.patreon.com/dyssonance For free! Join magical girl warriors Columbia, Hispania, Diaspora, Tethys, and Europa as they come into their own, discover their powers, and work to end oppression at home and abroad, uncovering a vast conspiracy and even taking a trip to a big White House to punch some nazi's in a roundish room. Subscriptions are a buck a month, and you get at least one chapter a week. I gots bills, they're multiplying, and the the blues aren't fading away But the power, you supplyin...

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