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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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yes, this is my rambling abt my oc, look away, idc if it's cringe

I joke about valie being a silly little goof w/ nothing in his head lots, but I think valie would be a nice background chara who's there

valie uses she/he pronouns

not like therapist yuu, but as someone the cast can lean on (platonically)

valie's friendly nature (think kalim, but 2x as touchy) while it pushes most of the twst cast away at the start, I think cuz' i made sure valie ask for consent w/ the touching they'll be okay w/ it

'friendly nature' here means platonic kissing, so like REALLY touchy lolol

e.g.: she asks explicit permission to deuce if he can kiss deuce's cheek/ hold hands/ hug

like very much 'can i?' when she/he wants to touch someone

but that being said, i can see why this friendly nature blurs the line between romantic and platonic, which is one of the bigger conflicts i put in valie's life (non-existent romantic life)

I know NRC isn't a romance game, but valie being SUCH a sucker for it and desperate for a partner (boy, girl, doesn't matter) that she/he ends up trying to flirt w/ everyone in NRC lol

some of it is blatant teasing, but sometimes she/he actually means but BECAUSE she/he is so touchy its hard to tell and it leads to valie going all sad like 'i am never going to find a partner' and then yeahhh

idk what this delved into BUT! i think it could be a character conflict of valie trying to break away from this 'i need a partner that COMPLETES me'/ i am not who i am without a partner/ over dependence on love concept in twst and instead simply having a crush on someone because she/he finds them fun, not because they could fill this 'void' in valie

i can see the first years knocking some sense into valie after an incident- maybe someone asked valie out (a dare) but she/he took it as a real thing and becomes EXTREMELY heartbroken over it

and while its harsh, its prboably like a wake up call??? smth like that IDK

that being said i kinda want valie to have vivid dreams as a kid- so vivid that she'd go to an artist and ask his papa to commision the aritst to draw the dream

and the dream is silver/ sebek

BUT LIKE SHE/HE DOESN'T KNOW IT TILL NRC RIGHT?!?! so when he/she sees sebek/silver she/he's like WAIT.

but it undermines the message cuz like it'll be 'oh its meant to be... my fated one' AHHH I DON'T KNOW HELPPP

also need help w/ valie's family story urgh

i wanna (a) make it complicated or (b) make it supa chill

(a) is valie and vivi's dad had a fallout so they're not allowed to see each other but THEY DO and advalsdvafknsdvlakn

(b) the other is that they're super chill dudes and they just vibe as a big family living under the same roof

im thinking of b because i could make cousins for valie ( i have determined 7 cousins ) and like idk yeah

3 older brohters (triplets- i made hc's abt them, but ehhh), 3 younger siblings (2 girls, 1 boy)

like clearly its not gnna be perfect and everyone's gonna have a thing w/ eah other but big family dynamics are fun! and exciting!

my hc in my head is that valie's papa's a porn director (lmao idk why it sounds like a cool job) and valie's mama is not present in his/her life

i dunno why yet but like eyy valie's papa is rlly chill w/ the parenting, i think he owuld get along w/ lilia or smth

not a dilf or anything just like. a dad yeah

maybe this is also why valie's so touchy? cuz like??? the envrionemtn IDK like its fun ^^

ANYWAY she'd def. (apart from vivi) tell her dad abt twst

like he wouldn't dead ass beleive him until valie brought grim up as evidence like 'you want proof? TAKE THIS GREMLIN'

and the dad's like "AIGHT KIDDO OUT THAT BACK DOWN ISEE IT"

loosing it LMAO that'd be so funny

and when vivi and valie meet they're crying like

vivi: YOU LEFT ME

valie: I HAD NO FUCKIN CHOICE THE MIRROR

and idk what happens yeah lmaoooo

also vivi being rlly tall??? vivi is an obey me mc so i'd like her to be taller than Beel for funsies LOL

so as a teen, vivi would have to be BIG. and TALL.

its mega fun to think abt bcuz u have this small, feral thing of 145 cm + 70 cm cat and then u have this giant of a woman standing at (currently and forever) 205 cm and it's like HOLY SHIT?? U GUYS R THE SAME AGE????

funniest thing evr I SWEAR

valie literally climbs vivi like a tree and vvi's like 'aight'

speaking of vivi she'd have 1900's style clothes that she wears w/out batting an eye like its normal attire

honestly incredible

i want to make her a business woman, but like running a family's company is kind of an redudant trope so idk what i want to do w/ thatttt

maybe viv is just like. a business woman who just. runs her own mini shop

like octavinelle's monstro lounge but a little bit smaller. like, maybe an offline/online shop relating to designs/fashion? that'd be cute TT

idkkkk

oh yeah also

crow motif for valencia (throwback to me making that 'the gilded monarch' dress for him)

spider motif for vivica cuz i think vivi's someone with lodas of connectio but little to connect TO

valie's one of the people she relies on emotinally, but she leans TOO heavily since she's the 'strong and tall' one

#vivica karasu #valencia karasu #chara dump outta nowhere sorry y'all ~

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helenaklein · 4 years

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Heya, i come across your blog while talking about nelroche etc. I never know anything about l&l since i never play lovestruck, can someone give explanation which part that is similiar? While idk anything about lovestruck, I found their previous work also has similiar with manga yana of the dawn (which i have read the manga, and yes, they are pretty similiar to called it just coincidence).

okay so fair warning... this is long as fuck because there are more similarities than there are differences lol. also as a disclaimer i’m only invested in this whole thing insofar as it entertains me but if the “””””creators””””” want to fight me because i wrote this post.... they’re welcome to but i promise i’ll have more fun than they will lmfao

l&l’s about a young woman from a major city in our world who one day gets sucked via magical portal into a fantasy world filled with magic and races that are only fiction in ours. once there, she gets mistaken for their most notorious war criminal, an insanely powerful witch who committed a genocide and is center of a cult of worshipers willing to kill and die for her.

this is nelroche’s description, straight from their devblog:

now, if it was a matter of similar basic premises and setups, i’d write it off as coincidence and tell the anons who made me aware of this that i thought they were overreacting. after all, “normal-human sucked into medieval world” and even “mistaken identity” are both very well established tropes that have been done and done again and will continue to be done because many find it compelling. hell, i do too. honestly, if the devs had simply said that they drew inspiration from love & legends, i’d have understood.

but.

the similarities only begin there. and they only get more excessive. coupled with their adamant denial that they’ve never even read it....... it’s just not possible lmfao. even if they decided to change the physical appearances of the characters, the tropes behind them and their personalities are exactly the same.

the nelroche demo has:

1) the lord of a region who’s a massive workaholic to the point of self-detriment, but is very caring towards their people and their inner circle and whom everyone in the group has referred to as a parental figure.

aka.... l&l’s reiner wolfson, who’s described directly from the app as “Reiner is a fair and compassionate ruler who would defend the people of the human domain with his life.”

2) the prickly knight to said lord, who’s fiercely dedicated to their liege, very serious in personality along with stubborn and prideful, but cares deep down once you get past their walls.

literally l&l’s august falke. the demo describes them, literally as “...reminds me of the knights in the fairy tales, except, it seems, not quite as charming” whereas august’s in-app description reads “This knight in shining armor is more aggressive than the story books led you to believe...” I’ll let the similarities there speak for themselves.... lol

3) the energetic and bubbly mage who’s super tiny compared to their companions and avoids serious discussion, who happens to be a bit of a trickster and has a mysterious quality.

l&l’s altea bellerose but make it less pink! altea and “C”s similarities go even deeper but i’ll get into that a bit later.

4) the mysterious and heterochromatic-eyed figure who’s distrustful and initially stand-offish as a result of living through a life of hardship, that is excitable and actually loves to travel.

look no further than l&l’s saerys! M’s eyes are “ocean blue and purple” compared to his blue and red, but don’t let that difference fool you! their introductions are laughably similar (more on that later)... and the “travel” bit lmfao. not to be mean but they couldn’t at least change up his hobbies? come on now, work for that plagiarized bag!

5) the lazy and flirtatious one who’d rather spent their days joking and taking it easy than handling their many responsibilities, who does care but shows it in ways unconventional.

just because their hair is grey instead of white doesn’t mean it’s not l&l’s iseul idreis, babes! i’d know that endlessly frustrating man anywhere! lovestruck’s app description for him reads: “The elven prince is beautiful and cunning with a silver tongue, but his lackadaisical lifestyle leaves much to be desired”. corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures they’re the same dot jpg.

6) the complicated and slender blonde who wields both blade AND magic, whose eyes glow, whose power is deemed dangerous, who wears shades of blue, AND is initially described as cold? who seems like she wants to beat the hell out of her compatriots, who she seems to lead, and whose outfit is needlessly complicated?

you think i don’t know a knock off helena klein when i see one???? ME???????? helena’s in-app description LITERALLY reads “cold as ice” and “wielding both sword and sorcery with ruthless precision”!!!!! of alllllllllll the things i’m most offended by this one motherfucker you can’t just fuck around with helena on a whim okay this shit is personal now!!!!!!

7) the creepy, predatory, and combative pale-but-tanned-but-murky-skinned dude who wears robes and a creepy beast mask.

l&l’s jinhai jubal i know it’s you!!!! actually this is probably the funniest thing of the whole situation to me bc this dev decided to remove not-alain as a love interest and seemingly replace him with not-jinhai. secondary poster you a hilarious bitch i’m not gonna lie.

(here’s jinhai in his mask lmfao)

8) the mouse-looking man who seems not as confident as not-helena and not-jinhai, wears full armor AND a double-sided sword strapped to his back.

none other than l&l’s alain richter, back from the dead! im gonna let the next image speak for itself.

still with me? i sure hope so bc it really gets juicy now!!!!! the similarities don’t end with the characters!!!! no, no, no!!!! the plot and progression of the demo are identical to that of l&l’s pilot episode, beat for beat.

in the l&l pilot episode, after the mc stumbles through the portal and into the medieval town, she’s almost immediately accosted by august, a rude mf who essentially acts not very knight-like despite his appearance and forces her into the nearby castle’s dungeon.

once inside the dungeon, the l&l mc is approached by a figure with hetero-chromatic eyes, who seems intrigued and confused by the mc’s lack of knowledge about the fantasy world.

once that person leaves, in comes a bubbly woman who seems to be floating. she asks mc if she’s ready to get out of the dungeon, and mc is like!!!! finally someone willing to help me. only..... uh oh.... she takes her to her lord instead of freeing her, wtf!!!!

once brought to the lord, who seems much more calm and reasonable than his high-strung and feisty knight, he listens to mc’s story and seems to believe her somewhat, but doesn’t want to risk his people.

(he’s even standing at the window LMFAOOOOOOOOO)

then the last remaining figure (iseul) playfully suggests that the lord (reiner) allow the mc to pick which among the group she’d like to guard her while they all determine whether or not she’s being truthful about not knowing anything. this is literally! literally! LITERALLY! how the PILOT EPISODE! of LOVE AND LEGENDS! ENDS!

ARE YOU SERIOUS LMFAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO. going through all this is literally fucking HILARIOUS to me like ak;sdfjadsfkl;asdfjlasdf how BOLD and BRAVE do you have to be to so blatantly rip something off and then deny even ever encountering what you stole from adsfkjldfasdfkasd,f. i’m not even super mad bc like.... i torment voltage for funsies. but! LMAO!!!!!!!!

lastly..... as an added bonus to all of the juicy, juicy evidence above. l&l mc has a best friend in the “real”, modern world, who inexplicably has a lookalike in the fantasy world. well..... would you believe it if i told you that the nelroche has one just like it???

that’s right! even sophie and solaire made the plagiarism cut! gotta love those girlies, i’m so happy for them :)

the end!

#lvstrck #long post #do i tag this bc i want to cause problems on purpose?????#love & legends #l&l #nelroche #oops!#Anonymous

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 5 years

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A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 12

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

A/N: In this story, Peter has Tom’s dog, Tessa.The dogs in the story play a minor but key role.

Word count: 3.9k (longest one yet!)

Part 11 <<< >>> Part 13

MASTERLIST

Peter had done outstandingly well given the circumstances – Emmeline had thrown him out of his comfort zone by asking him to accompany her to this reception, but he was exceeding all expectations if she had had any.

She wasn’t doing as well as him. She was very tense, to the point of physical pain and an actual stomachache. There was so many people, so many faces among the crowd; people she was supposed to know and meant to greet and exchange a few banalities with. They were all anonymous faces to her, nobody she actually knew and gave a fuck about.

In all honesty, she was avoiding her parents, and they had been doing fine so far. The first two hours of this charade had been busy but relatively uneventful and smooth. At some point, Emmeline spun on her heels and stepped a bit closer to Peter, almost hiding her face in his neck.

“My mother is standing over there, by the giant flower arrangement, glaring at me,” she explained when Peter raised an eyebrow. “Don’t look!”

He huffed and let out a curse word when she elbowed him a bit too harshly but that was it; he looked at her instead.

“You’re not going to talk to her?”

“Not if I can help it,” she admitted without any shame. “The later the confrontation, the better. Trust me on that.”

“I wouldn’t presume to know any better,” he chuckled, taking her hand and leading her away, hopefully out of her mother’s viewing field. “Want a glass?”

Peter gestured to a waiter waltzing by with a tray of champagne flutes.

“No.” Emmeline crossed her hands over her stomach, still so tense she would feel her abs. “Don’t let me get my hands on alcohol tonight, please. If I start drinking, I won’t stop.”

“My God, Em, you weren’t joking when you said that you hated it here,” he said, finally realizing just how much she dreaded such events, and how scared she was of her parents. “You’re shaking,” he noticed when he took her hand in his: an attempt to ease her nerves.

She quickly withdrew her hand.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t stand this place, just being here, having to shake hands and smile at people whose face I will forget within the next minutes, it’s making me sick.” She averted her gaze from him, looking over her shoulder as if checking if her mother hadn’t followed them. “I dragged you into this when instead you could be home, celebrating Christmas with your aunt.”

“I’m quite happy where I am,” he assured her, putting his hands into his pockets. “Here, come.” He once again led her away from where they stood and towards the bar this time, asking for a glass of water for her, and ordering a beer for himself.

He handed her the drink and Emmeline wrapped two hands around it, as if she was afraid to drop it.

“I’m in a fancy place, at a fancy reception, about to eat a fancy dinner, with the girl I fancy,” Peter listed with a teasing smile on his face, watching the way Emmeline’s lips trembled slightly when she repressed laughter. “I’ve been in worse situations, trust me on this.” The last time he had seen her so shaken up was…

“I’m sure you have. Still…” she trailed off, her eyes detailing him as she thought about her next words. “This isn’t what I would have wanted for our second date.”

“Oh, this is a date? I was under this impression that you hired me as a personal security detail.”

“Hiring implies some kind of payment, which I did not offer,” she countered, taking a sip of her water and stepping closer to him.

“I was hoping to get a date actually, but since we’re in the middle of one, I’ll have to find something else,” he thought out loud, enjoying seeing her smile again, watching the way her nose scrunched up a little and her eyes squinted slightly when she laughed.

“You have a few hours ahead of yourself to decide,” she informed him. “Choose wisely.”

Before Peter could even think about an answer, the music suddenly stopped, and someone demanded attention from the crowd by tapping on a glass – something that Peter thought only happened in movies.

“Dinner,” Emmeline said, gulping down and emptying her glass of water as if it were a whiskey on the rocks. “It’s showtime. We’ll be sitting at the big table, no more hiding from my parents from now on.”

“They won’t make a scene here, will they? No need to make yourself sick over this dinner,” Peter tried to reason her.

“You’re right. I’m just a ball of nerves, but if I came here to act like a scaredy-cat, I might as well have put on one of those prudish dresses my mother sent me to pick from.”

“Wait, what? That’s insane! You’re not twelve!” Peter exclaimed just as they were both swept into the general crowd movement, following the other guests into the adjacent room to find their seats.

Emmeline had explained that every year, her parents left an empty seat next to hers in case she wanted to bring a plus one, but she knew it was a pretext. She was a laughingstock to them. Seeing her sitting alone next to an empty chair: that’s what got them off. He had had his doubts about this at first, but when he saw her tremble at the sheer thought of sharing a dinner table with her parents, he reconsidered.

He was more than happy to fill this chair; he was more than happy to stand beside her when she held up her mother’s stern gaze as they sat down. Peter had seen the venomous glare she directed at their joined hands. Emmeline had simply taken his hand to lead him to their table without losing him in the crowd, but he would gladly hold her hand all night long if it could help make a rebellious statement.

It wasn’t until dessert that things started to go downhill. People were beginning to stand up and mingle to talk with people sitting at other tables too, minds fogged with champagne. Emmeline had bolted from her chair as soon as her mother stood up, and she had dragged Peter with her towards the terrace to get some fresh air and escape from her family.

“You’re going to have to talk to them as some point, you know?” Peter told her, wincing a little when he saw her look over her shoulder.

“Do I though?”

He gave her a stern look.

“You’re right.” Her shoulders slumped. “I have to apologize to you in advance for everything they’ll say.”

“What?” Peter laughed but quickly stopped when he realized Emmeline didn’t join in. “What could they possibly say to me?”

“Oh you’ll see. Everyone here is a snake.”

She trembled and Peter watched her warm breath create a puff in the cold Winter air. Before he could find something to say, he felt the hairs on his arm stand on end and the window to the terrace opened and closed again.

“Emmy, I thought it was you!” A man’s voice exclaimed, and they turned around to watch a young man strut towards them, hands in the pockets of his long coat. “Almost didn’t recognize you in that dress! I’m not used to seeing you dressed like a woman,” he sniggered, his voice full of thinly veiled contempt.

If the twist of Emmeline’s lips was any indication at all, she did not like being called ‘Emmy’, or being sexualized simply for wearing a dress that didn’t have a claudine collar, and she certainly did not like this dude. Peter stepped slightly to the left to stand between them, as if to shield her from his venomous words.

“Dexter,” she hissed as a way of greeting. “What are you doing here? I thought you were studying abroad.”

Peter felt her step closer to him, but she stayed back. It wasn’t her usual behavior – staying back, in retreat. Emmeline was more of a conqueror type of girl, she spoke with her chin up.

“Been keeping tabs on me, have you?” Dexter said, a boyish grin plastered on his face. He couldn’t be more antipathic to Peter. “I’m back for the holidays, my mother wouldn’t have it any other way. You know how mothers are.”

So far he hadn’t shown any signs of seeing Peter at all, he only talked to Emmeline as if he wasn’t there at all. She didn’t give him to curtesy of answering to that stinging remark. He no doubt knew about Emmeline’s bumpy relationship with her mother, and he just pushed a sensitive button for funsies.

“Nevermind,” Dexter said, not dropping the Colgate smile. “So, what did you bring us here?” he asked, finally deigning to set eyes on Peter, although it must have stung according to the disdainful frown on his face.

Peter smiled, glad that he didn’t appeal to that dude. He wouldn’t want to be liked by someone that unpleasant. Dexter looked Peter down, stopping at every single detail and lifting an eyebrow whenever – Peter thought – he saw something he didn’t like. Which must have been everything.

“If you needed company, you could have called me.” Instead of bringing an outsider, was the subtext.

Emmeline placed a hand on Peter’s arm to stop him from lurching forward when she felt him tense up. Dexter was a vile human being and she would pay good money to watch him finally get beat up after running his mouth. The way he talked about Peter, not even asking for his name or greeting him properly… he treated him like he was her pet.

Maybe she should have brought Bella along tonight, surely she wouldn’t be as easily pacified as Peter. Her entire face morphed into an expression of profound disdain and she sneered at him when she opened her mouth again.

“You’re still as much of an ass as I remember,” Emmeline spat at Dexter, stepping out from Peter’s shadow. “The sheer thought of having ever dated you makes me when to retch, and I would rather kiss a toad than even share a dinner with you.”

“Oh, wow!” Dexter held his hands up in surrender, still grinning. “No need to go hysterical on me. It’s your loss, I’m just offering.”

“She’s not interested, you can go now,” Peter spoke up, at last gaining the dude’s attention. He made a funny face, as if he had thought he couldn’t talk at all.

“It speaks!” he commented. Emmeline scoffed and turned around, not standing the sight of him anymore. “Does it bite too, or just bark?”

This time, she didn’t stop Peter from punching him in the cheekbone, nor did she have any desire to try.

“You dated that douchebag?” Peter asked, stretching his fingers. It didn’t hurt but Emmeline had been concerned and he needed to at least pretend to be a little sore, shaking his hand for good measure.

“And I wake up everyday regretting it,” Em sighed, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t have punched him.”

Her smile said the opposite.

“He clearly needed some sense knocked into him, I did us all a favor. Not to mention how deeply satisfying it was.”

The smile became wider, she even let out the smallest of giggles and looked away, rubbing her forehead and trying to suppress the smile.

“I can imagine. I wish I’d done it a long time ago. That jackass really had it coming.”

The way she said the last part made his Spider-sense tingle.

“I sense a story behind that,” he told her. They had been standing in a hallway for about ten minutes now, postponing the moment they would have to go back to their table. “Should I ask?”

Something flickered behind Emmeline’s eyes and Peter knew he guessed right.

“It’s not a nice story,” she told him just before he went back on his question and told her to forget it. “He’s always been a self-entitled asshole, but at some point in my life I found that attractive and even went along with it. He used to wander around shadier parts of the city for the thrill of it, and one day it went south.”

“How far south?” Peter couldn’t help but ask.

Peter was in a delicate position regarding Emmeline, because she did him a favor by not prying in his life whenever he acted strange or sported unexplained bruises that she spotted. He had seen her frown to herself on several occasions. Therefore, it was all the more difficult for him to ask personal questions.

He wanted to repay her the gracious discretion by not putting his nose in her business. But he also wanted to be all up in her business.

“Arctic pole,” she laughed humorlessly. “Some nutter that really didn’t want my father to win the elections had followed us, and Dexter made a run for it as soon as things became sticky. Let’s just say he’s at least part of the reason why I have a guard dog trained to protect me from dangerous men.”

“I should have broken his nose,” Peter hissed between his teeth, jaw clenched. “Your father didn’t do anything about it? I mean, I know you have a difficult relationship but he must have-“

“He couldn’t. Dexter’s going to inherit an empire, own half the buildings in the Upper East Side along with a hefty amount of money one day. The last thing he wanted was a warfare with his family. The incident was swept under the rug and he got me a puppy to make me feel better.”

Every last one of Peter’s instincts pushed him to act on what she said, despite knowing it happened years ago. He wanted to get this Dexter locked up for sheer cowardice, he wanted to find the man that assaulted Emmeline when he wasn’t around to protect her and hang him at a lamppost by the ankles with his web, and he wanted to meet her father and tell him what he thought of his parenting methods.

“The more you tell me about your life and family, the less I understand why you still play their game,” Peter confessed, shaking his head and looking at his feet.

Emmeline gave him a little crooked smile and blinked back tears, pulling herself together. They had been standing outside these doors for way too long already, it was time to go back and face her parents, and everybody else in that room.

“It’s not a choice, Peter. If I don’t play the game, I lose. Remember I wasn’t born into this world, I was brought into it. I look like I’m a part of this, I wear a dress worth more than everything in your dorm to blend in the crowd, but I’ll always be an outsider.”

There was so much defeat in her tone, so much pain.

Before the sadness took over, Emmeline turned away from Peter to stare at the door, electing to talk about a lighter topic.

“It’s all in the past now, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m telling you because I trust you, that’s all,” she told Peter, taking his arm to get ready to walk in.

“But-“ Peter barely had a chance to open his mouth before she cut him off.

“What if Dexter told someone? Like I said, his father owns half of Manhattan, he can make your life very difficult if he wants to,” Emmeline asked, proud to notice her voice was even and didn’t give away her state of distress. It didn’t take a genius to see what she was trying to do and Peter, while being curious, didn’t lack delicacy to the point of forcing her hand in that matter.

He shrugged, confident that Dexter told no one.

“And admit to having been sucker punched by your toy boy? I’m sure he didn’t.”

Peter distinctly remembered everything that happened after dessert, like a slow-motion segment of a movie, filled with unnecessary details that he wouldn’t notice otherwise. Everything from the moment he felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, to the moment he came back to his room at May’s, through the window of course.

His first instinct when his Spider sense tingled was to jump to his feet, suddenly reminded of what Tony told him about someone sending death threats to the mayor, eyes alert and scanning the room in search of danger.

“Oh, dear me,” someone exclaimed behind him and when he turned around there stood a middle-aged woman way too thin for her own good – her pearl necklace seemed too heavy for her neck. He didn’t know why he noticed that of all things, but he did. Then he realized that her piercing eyes were darted on him, accusingly. Her hand rested flat on her chest, implying that he had scared her. “Are you going somewhere, young man?”

Peter winced and when he looked at Emmeline, who hurried to finish her glass, he saw her wince too. If this woman wasn’t her mother, Peter vowed to shave his head the next day.

“N-no,” Peter quickly stuttered out, focusing back on the dignified woman. Not a hair stood out of place. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” he added.

When she held out her hand, Peter’s brain froze for a moment too long, then he came back to his senses and took it in his, placing a kiss on her bejeweled fingers. That was what she wanted him to do, right? Her pleased smile indicated that he had done the right thing, but Emmeline’s eyeroll was what sealed the deal. Of course, she would mock this old-fashioned greeting.

“Emmeline, why don’t you make the introductions? I feel as though you’ve been avoiding me all night. What did this boy do to have you hide him from me?”

The fakest smile she could muster was slapped on her face, making Peter nearly snort. He bit his cheeks to keep a collected face.

“Mother,” she said with a purposefully childish voice. “Meet Peter Parker. Peter, my mother, Sybil Gerard.”

She didn’t specify who he was, giving his name was already more than she would have liked to tell her family. With a name, they could do research. She didn’t say they were at university together, she didn’t say whether they were friends or a couple – not that she knew what they were at this point, she just didn’t want to share it.

“Well?” Sybil Gerard insisted, her smile as stiff as Emmeline’s. Now he could see the family resemblance. “Is that it? Don’t I get more details? Or are you trying to withhold information from me?”

“No, it’s my private life,” Emmeline deadpanned, still smiling. “When will the speech start? This dinner has lasted longer than your last facelift already.”

Peter half expected the entire room to hush over and turn towards them, ogling the two women to see who would strike first after Emmeline’s blatant provocation. Sybil Gerard, however, had dealt with her daughter’s venomous remarks for a long time and she barely flinched, even letting out a faint laugh to show that Em’s pique did not hit as close to home as she had hoped.

With baffled excitement, Peter watched on, not knowing what to say – if she should say anything at all.

“Your father still has a few people to greet and we’re waiting for the TV crew to give us the green light, but rest assured you will be the first to know when we’re ready. I dare hope you will make an effort and behave with poise, don’t forget it’s live TV,” her mother snapped, having abandoned the sweet façade she put on for appearances’ sake in presence of Peter. “Your smile needs practice. You may have discarded all the dresses I sent you, but I won’t suffer another insult tonight, you have disappointed me enough already.”

Peter had to blink a couple times to get rid of the image of a reptile that his mind conjured when Sybil spoke. She spat more venom than a cobra. A shiver ran down his spine and Emmeline’s visibly gulped down but stayed put and nodded without another word.

“And try to be a little more pleasant, the guests are wondering what’s wrong with you.”

She didn’t wait for her daughter to answer and simply left after that last pique. Emmeline exhaled and hiccupped to catch her breath as if she had been holding it during the last minute of this dreadful conversation.

“That was intense,” Peter commented, if only to break the silence. “She’s… charming.”

He brought his lips in a thin line and Emmeline looked up from her napkin, the corner of her mouth wavering slightly.

“She’s a soul-sucking cold-hearted bitch, is what she is,” she corrected him, and they both began to laugh, shaking off the tension and awkwardness that Madam Gerard left in her wake.

“That’s one way of putting it I suppose.” He took her hand under the table, hidden by the long tablecloth. “She’s also wrong. You look beautiful, and your smile is perfect as it is, no practice needed.”

“You don’t have to make me feel better, Peter, I’m used to it. It doesn’t get to me anymore.” It did, they were both aware. “I’m a big girl.”

“Shut up and accept the compliment,” Peter teased her, drawing another laugh from her. “You know, I’m glad I came today. This is the most thrilling Christmas dinner I’ve had in years! It’s exciting! Like I’m on a TV show.”

“A high society drama with its secret love affairs and corrupt politicians, then,” she hummed, scanning the crowd to look at everyone’s smiling faces. Everybody was so shiny, so spotless. The light caught on every diamond earring, silver ring and pearl necklace. “Not my kind of TV show.”

“What kind of TV show are you then?”

“Well…” She began to fold her napkin origami-style as she thought about it. “I’d like to think I’m a high fantasy show, that I’m on a path towards self-discovery and accomplishment, forming unbreakable bonds with the people around me in the process, and embracing who I am, but in reality I’m more like… Gossip Girl, or Riverdale, or whatever.”

“Teenage drama?”

“Yeah, exactly. Any TV show where the protagonists look older and fitter than they ought to be. There needs to be at least one shirtless scene per episode, and half the soundtrack is by the Arctic Monkeys.”

A laugh fell from Peter’s lips and he frowned a little, perplexed.

“Oddly specific, yet accurate, somehow,” he said, soon joined by Emmeline in his laughter. One has to laugh in this kind of situation, or it’ll become overwhelming. “Are you ready for the climax of the episode then? Because your mother is coming this way again.”

“Oh no.” Emmeline sighed under her breath. “I’m so sorry you have to endure this with me. I’d have left you to your aunt if I were less of an egoist.”

“Are you kidding? This is better than a Broadway show. I think I can see the flowers waning in your mother’s wake.”

Emmeline punched him in the arm and Peter pretended to be hurt, chuckling quietly. Both of them dropped their grin as soon as Em’s ice queen mother reached their table, casting a cold over them.

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Saturday, June 19 2021

I dont know how I feel about the day yet cos right now its only 10:13. I dont post these exactly on the days I write them, but I write them on these exact days nonetheless.

My throat still hurts, my ass hurts, oUch,.... I'm sure you know why. Like, when you suck dick, it takes throat strength to make sure you don't fucking vomit everywhere and like. I OBVIOUSLY dont have that strength since I had to wash vomit outta my hair this morning

Hes so hot tho oh. My god.

Whatever. New day. So we talk about new things.

Star seems kinda sad but I dont really know why? She said on her story that people dont really go outta their way to talk to her... idk. I shot a good morning dm and now I'm here. I made my bed. Packed up my shit. Every time we pack things up my parents rage cos they always find shit they dont want to see: monster cans, evidence of my self harm, etc.

We have 1 more week then school is OVER and I move outta this house cos of the divorce. Jay will be gone too... I still have his insta, but I might ask for his number... just in case. I always get weirdly attached to people I fuck even if there was never any romantic part of the relationship. We are just friends.

Apparently we are going to the pick n pack today with my friend let's call her Zara. It's notfar off from her real name but whatever. Basically pick n pack is where you go to a vegetable garden and pick vegetables

I have a test soon but idk if I'll study for it. I NEVER really put work into studying or pay attention in class and I'm holding an 82 average. I got a 39 once, so once I retake that quiz I might be in the 90s. Sorry Mr. Renal, I simply can't bring myself to care about your class 😢

I LOVE my art class tho. It's just doing ART!!!! ART TIME!!!! Art is the best and I would post some of mine but my irls would proabably find me then. Like my name isnt ACTUALLY Jude Shepard. I'm just using it as a penname and also cos that's what they called me in my dream. But other than that everything I tell y'all is real. I'm making buttered toast rn.

3:38 p.m. sat june 19th

I've decided to include a song recommendation with every entry. Today's recommendation: A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil

Okay so it turns out we didnt go to pick n pack with Zara. Instead we went to downtown... White Ave. It was sunny n we walked a bit, got lemonades and a bit of candy, went into stores, idk. BUT. The notable part of this is that next to the farmers market there were all the usual activist groups: falun gong, vegan, whatever... but one of them looked like it was a LEFTIST GROUP, possible marxist.

I wanted to talk to them so badly and wanted to see how I could help the cause. See, I'm a communist. AND IM NOT HERE TO DEBATE THAT. I'm here to talk about my days. Anwyays I wanted to talk to them sO BADLY. but my parents wouldn't leave me alone. And like. I hate political discussion with them. They just upset me and they get mad and I CANT AFFORD TO MAKE THEM MAD. I play everything that goes on with me on the Down Low, I dont talk about anything about myself because if I do, I get less freedom in my life. They have control in my life, so I have to appease them. Because of this, I unfortunately did not get to talk to the communists :(

Hopefully they're still there next time... I'm kinda mad >:(

Also Star replied to my good morning text... I told her to have fun shopping since that's what she told me she was gonna do... she just said "thanks" and I was concerned because THATS NOT HOW SHE TYPES? I feel like shes sad over something but i dont know what.

The day me and Jacob did stuff, I was supposed to walk her to her bus stop like I always do. But I didnt (duh) I took Jacob home.

But IT WAS ONE! DAY. And I told her my dad called me over so.... I apologized too and she seemed mad at herself, but in the way that's intended to make you feel bad.

I dont understand her sometimes. I LOVE HER. DON'T GET ME WRONG. I love her so so much shes such a great supportive funny attractive girl! But soemtimes she gets upset and I can never tell why: is it the depression? Is it me? Is it soemthing else entirely? And she'll never tell me.

Whatever, I'll ask her how she is tonight and maybe we can Talk :/

I might never tell her about Jay... :P I might never tell ANYONE about Jay. It's our little secret I guess >:))))))

Man see? I'm no saint. I guess that's what'll make this blog worth reading. I'm a bit conflicted about the whole thing cos I KNOW this is morally not right but. I'm doing it anyways. What can I say? I'm used to lying and hiding things for my benefit. I had to do it to survive and now? Now I do it for funsies.

I'm gonna pack some more stuff, TTYL ♡

UPDATE: we had to go look at houses for the move (since my parents r divorcing) and I didnt get to pack much of anything yet

I'm definently over my cal limit today...

Cold sweet or carbonated drinks help with my throat pain so I'm downing them like they're NOTHING and since we have no zero cal cold drinks I'm DEAD... and no, water does NOTHING.

Jeez, its raining out.

And FUCK JAY cos hes still on my mind.

Its 4:11 p.m. now.

Its now 7:56 p.m.

I kinda feel like an edgy main character in an edgy movie rolling up to the park and sitting #alone in the Treez like the emo band music video protagonist I am.

Sometimes its exhausting to talk to people I care about in a serious way or that I talk to in a more sincere manner like Star and Jay and others. Even if they're just friends. If our interactions are serious and not really casual and usually play out like long deep conversation, I feel like to respond to or even read their messages, I need to have like an hour allotted to conversation. Soemtimes I see the messages early and have to pretend I didnt see em cos I dont have internet to respond or time to respond its. Funny. Idk.

Anwyays I'm binging chocolate in a park alone and like. Rotting my fucking teeth OH WELL 🤷🏻‍♂️ whatcha gonna do.

Its 8 now so I should head home. I just biked to the s4ve 0ns to get my dad white choclate but. If I'm going to s4ve 0ns... YOU BET YOUR ASS IM GONNA STE4L SHIT. THAT PLACE IS EASY AS FUCKKK.

Also I'm kinda addicted to sh0pl1fting. The THRILL I get from it is so insane. It's fun! And you get free stuff! I know If i get caught I'm risking a lot. I'm aware. But I dont really care. Every step I take nowadays is risk taking. So why not take more?

I dont care about nonsense therapy. Fuck that.... actually I'll explain why i dont go to therapy for my shit:

1. I cant

2. I don't trust it

Anwyays yeah.

My throat still hurts. Idk, I just like to be in the sun and shit ALONE.

ALONE! It's so funny to me how now I like my time alone but as a kid I'd proabably kill for some positive attention. Well... it's more complex than that, but I wont go into it tonight.

Pls watch me die of diabetes soon from eating all this fucking chocolate.

My parents said to stop drinking monster and I wANT THEM TO TRUST ME so i can go out with my friends... but also I shoulda got monster outta spite. Heart palpitations my ASS.

Tonight I'll be talking to Jay AND Star. At the same time. Which is awkward... Which is MY OWN MESS TO CLEAN UP. I actually accept full responsibility. But also its awkward.

Whatever. I'll sort it out.

My parents arent being as complicated as usual. I guess they're tryna reverse all those years of... emotional neglect i guess? Something.

Something. Which isnt nothing.

But also I think they're guilty over the divorce. Like. Today my dad was like "do u ever feel sad? Blah blah blah... how do u feel rn" and I was like smiling tryna play off his question like it was absurd and I said "uhm idk... *fake laugh* normal?"

THE TRUTH WAS THAT I WAS A BIT CONFUDDLED ABOUT WHAT I WAS GONNA DO REGARDING. LITERALLY CHEATING. ON MY GF. WITH SOME DUDE IN MY ART CLASS. JUST FOR SEX.

But then he was like "this isnt normal." And he looked all sad. But on my way to the park here, I thought about it a bit more. And actually... it IS normal. The divorce rate is smthn like 60 percent in the states and 40 percent in canada... which is where I live.

Yknow... if my irls find this,,, all I have to say is sorry. Be as mean as you want.

I've already accepted my fate as a degenerate scumbag anyways lol.

Actually... how DO I feel? Hmm... laying in this field.

Urgency.

I have a lot of stuff to do.

Physical pain, but that's not. A FEELING.

I guess anticipation to TALK TO PEOPLE.

Regret from my binge... I better get home.

You know what's so funny to me? I cant purge on my own... but dick makes me vomit. Like the one time I DONT want to throw up, I do. Damn okay.

Well its 8:18 so I'm going home maybe. Soon. For now, I think I'll stay a little longer.

Yknow one thing I didn't expect to be sore was my arms... which I used to prop myself up to... yknow, suck Jay...

I still remember he said: "you're trembling." And I was like FUCK because I thought the trembling was HIM... •_• it's okay though I'll learn to do better.

Idk tho... I feel comfortable with him. Even as nervous as I am and embarrassed to be. Naked. In front of soemone else. And such. He makes me feel comfortable. Look, I did my best, DUH of cOURSE I did my best, I'm the type who will work hard at stuff even if they're getting hurt. I didnt mind honeslty. My goal in that part was just to make him feel good. Equal exchange, yknow? He did the same thing to me.

But like, he can tell when I gag and he tells me not to hurt myself and of course I keep going, I'm not about to SToP. But. I dont kNOW. Him talking to me like that makes me feel a lot safer doing stuff like that you know?

I like when he starts kissing me and touching me like he cant contain himself its almost animalistic and VERY FUCKING HOT

I feel like I talk about him too much but you gotta realize that was my FIRST time

1. Sucking dick

2. having MY junk sucked

3. Having anything put. Inside me. (It was just his finger but stILL)

So yeaH. Of course I'm gonna talk about it. A lot.

He said I was adorable. He said he likes how, when he leans over me, I take in a breath... how he could make me flinch.

THATS HOT ISNT IT.

I feel like I'm getting lost in his charm when I shoULD be tryna fix shit with my girlfriend. She seems sad and I'm worried.

But there isnt much more to say until I DM her tonight...

I really fucked up, didn't I? I totally fucked up and now my brain is all confused. But I have to remember that Jay is only about sex. He would be nice to cuddle, since hes fucking HUGE and I'm kinda on the short side, but he doesnt talk to me out of love. He does it out of lust. And yeah... I really only want sex from him too. But like. Star and I are COMMITTED. We got our feelings wrapped up together. Emotionally and romantically.

So. I should proabably like... stop fucking with Jay. Tell Star what I did. And hope she forgives me. That's the morally correct thing to do.

But like... do I EVER make the morally correct decision? No. Not really. I'm a piece of shit. Whatever. Its highschool anwyays we arent mating for life. IM NOT SAYING WHAT I DID WASNT BAD. IT WAS. VERY BAD.

but I'm gonna keep making bad decisions.

I DO FEEL BAD.... but look. If we're being logical about this and tryna maximize my benefit here,, I should keep Star as my girlfriend and TREAT HER WELL... but with Jay as a fuckbuddy on the side. Hes leaving the school soon anwyays so then we'll hang out less...

That's my plan, anyways.

I KNOW I'm a bad person. I'm aware. But it's just a fact of life.

I'm cheating with my cards here in so many places: stealing, lying, cheating, disobeying my parents, not paying attention in class.. IM KIND OF AN ASSHOLE KID. Idk. It's kinda whatever to me. I'm fucking harry Houdini, okay? I can get out of anyhting. This isnt me being cocky... I have historically gotten out of MANY tight situations, even some that risked my life, and I'm still here. I think I'm a walking lucky charm or SOEMTHING

Welp, we know if gods real I'm going to hell.

I dont really care. Idk. I guess I'm just at that risk taking phase in.my life. That doesnt justify anything... but it explains it. And it's possible to explain without justifying.

Man,,, I guarantee whoever reads this blog is gonna hate my guts.

Whatever. It's my fucking journal/diary lol.

I can sorta say whatever I'd like.

It's funny because I always thought I was trustworthy and had no commitment issues BUT HEY I GUESS NOT.

I keep telling myself, cut him off, YOU AVE A GIRLFRIEND, FESS UP AND APOLOGIZE... but then I picture his STUPID smirking face and I CANT.

Maybe I am in love double.

Doesnt matter if I am... i still did a bad thing.

DAMN.

Well... I'm headed back home now. 8:41. I'm gonna pack my shit, change, watch youtube,,,, I guess I should check my google classroom and like. do my fucking homework... cos I haven't done it yet.

Then I'll update yall.

11:51 p.m.

Hey guys I'm back with an update.

I talked with both of then... star doesnt seem interested in having an actual conversation,,, shes just talking about random bs. Which is fine but I dont rly get what shes saying half the time COS SHES NOT BLUNT ENOUGH. and then the other half shes going on about how much she hates life. Like.

I do love her. We've bonded. I AM concerned about her. But sometimes I feel like she doesn't really try. Like I can talk her down from suicide all I want but everything I say is wrong and cliched and based off my own experience with suicidal thoughts and like... my mentality has always been sorta toxicly masculine. Push through, and push through alone. I CANT ALWAYS HELP! And it makes me feel shitty. Idk. She'll be okay, I know so cos of her story posts and drawings.

I feel bad but I know I can't help much. We talked a little. Idk, we didnt get anywhere. I love her but shes acting in a way that tells me soemthing is wrong but I CANT FIX THAT THING. SO. yeah, theres not much to say. I wish I could take away all her pain but I can't.

I talked to Jay as well... I DONT KNOW WHATS HAPPENING BECAUSE I LIKE HIM SO SO MUCH. SO MUCH. HES LITERALLY PERFECT. sexy, kind and super considerate, he always makes sure I'm comfortable... I dont KNOW,,, hes sweet.

Hes not romantically interested in me. Which is a bit sad. Sometimes I want to tell him "I love you!!!" But then I remember that we are, in his words, friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Two horny teenage boys who just wanna fuck... and be friends. That's all. That's us. We aren't romantically involved nor will we ever be. I hate how my brain gets so attached to anyone I fuck... especially since I kinda see Jay as an "older brother" figure, which makes no sense until you actually meet him and vibe with him... and like,,, I've always wanted that?

Tommorow I'm gonna ask for him to come over to watch a movie... but idk if I should actually ask because my parents kinda hate me now for fucking up so much. I'll do my homework and clean my room first... which will take up all my time proabably :( it's okay. Maybe some other time :(

I dont want him to lose interest in me though.

.... its 1:56 a.m.

Okay. Okay. I'll say it. I love him.

Goodnight, tumblr.

-Jude

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Dominator: A Sociopath’s Guide to Destruction

The villain. The bad guy (or bad girl). The destroyer of planets. A self-taught genius who built her suit, her ship, and her bot army all by herself. A… lonely, sad, pathetic person?

We got to know Dominator very gradually. At first it was some evil dude in an armor, observing Wander, Sylvia, and Hater in a stinger of S1 finale, "The Ryder". Who is that guy? New villain? Oh boy, oh boy, S2 is going to be awesome!

Then "The Greater Hater" happened. Our heroes and villains were busy goofing around on a little, uninhabited planet when a giant ship appeared. And BANG a giant drill comes down between them, destroying and stealing the planet from Hater at one time. Then main four decide to get on board enormous, scary lava ship – Wander and Sylvia meet up with bots and learn these guys are not as easily stopped as watchdogs. Peepers and Hater discover massive armory – ♫ This Guy's the Real Deal ♫ alright. Then everyone are chased by bots while Dominator… simply watches everything from the control room via countless cameras. Ok, so the guy is a control freak. Why does he keep our guys alive, though? For entertainment? Is he having fun with them? Hard to tell; he's covered by his armor that is… very Hater-like, huh. Hence the episode's title – Dominator is just better Hater than Hater. While clearly being a show-off. Doesn't pay attention to Wander until he starts singing and even then he gets rid of him without problem. Sylvia wants to punch him? Please, she's already doomed by the lava cuffs. Fighting Hater? What an amateur. …Guess he should have paid more attention to the nervous little eyeball man though; if not for that these dorks wouldn't get away but whatever. That was AMAZING after all, what fun that was… …to… her?… Dominator is a lady, everybody. She's full of energy, she's having fun, she's very, very clearly Wander's foil. That also wears sneakers.

Dom doesn't show up again until "The Battle Royale". She's just constantly mentioned, hovering on the villain leaderboard, taking up the first place. And that's all she does – she's a threat and nobody dares to face her, leaving other villains to fight with each other. Oh, and no one knows she's actually female. To be fair it's not her fault everyone just assumed things, right?

But the time comes for Wander's ingenious plan and Dominator is having FUN once again. First we get to see her having a dorky dance thanks to her leaderboard placement, then she can show-off to other villains what a powerhouse she is. The big fight ensues between her and Hater and it's a joy to watch. Not only she manages to destroy the whole skullship by herself and send Hater flying down deep into the ground, but also shows awarness of her surroundings, using Wander's shenanigans to beat her opponent. She's also not above using her feminine looks to get what she wants, as everyone learns after Hater develops crush on her.

At this point she's powerful, she's at top, and the only person who had any powers to actualy stop her… Well, he's not very keen on fighting her anymore. Things are looking grim for everyone, while she keeps having fun destroying everything on her path.

For the most part of the second arc she's just mentioned or shows up only for few moments. For Hater to be a goof again and fail at impressing her. To show the destruction she leaves behind. Or to send Sylvia home for a little bit.

In "The New Toy" she fights watchdogs troops without a problem, then uses Hater's crush to deal the final blow. Also shows that she did pay attention to him despite busy fighting everyone else.

"The Bot" shows what happens when you disappoint Dom. She just destroys you, no questions asked. And it really strikes the chord with audience. Sure we knew she's bad. Sure we knew she destroyed every planet on her path. But then the writers decided to introduce Beep Boop to us and then it got personal. And she just shrugs it off. Wwe all cried buckets and buckets of tears. Thanks, for that, Dominator.

Then there's "The Rival". Okay, Awesome's an idiot but we can all agree he didn't deserve developing PTSD thanks to her. In fact all the villains that were locked at her ship were so afraid of her they didn't show up at the end to fight her. What did she do to them exactly. Oh, and she also destroyed Jerry. I think.

Musical time! Even Dominator isn't immune to its powers and sings her own number. "I'm the Bad Guy" is about, well, Dom being a bad guy. She's evil and she's having fun. No, Hater, she doesn't want to date you, she has other plans. Like destroying the whole galaxy. …Clearly not seeing the problem with it despite the fact she already did destroy at least one galaxy before. Aaaaaand she gets ice powers. Because Peepers made a mistake, not because she prevented the frostonium catastrophe. …Yes, I'm still kind of salty about that.

AND NO, HER SONG IS NOT SEXIST.

And then "The Night Out" happens. "The Night Out" is the Dominator episode everyone has been waiting for. Finally, our evil dudette will…

…be busy moping in her ship in her bathrobe and slippers? Okay?

She tries to talk and joke with her bots but to no avail; but she finds a solution! She'll just go down to the nearest planet and have fun by causing mayhem. By chance she runs into Sylvia and things take unexpected for her turn: she's having genuine fun with the zbornak. Who's willing to call her a friend! Wow! Yay! It means Sylvia will now have to listen to her and obey every command! That's what friends do, right? And this is where the penny drops for the viewers. Dominator's lonely. But, in strange turn of events it's not loneliness that caused her to be evil – it's her being evil that caused loneliness. And the lack of information about basic interaction between people. She just can't wrap her head around the concept of friendship and it's so… sad. So, so utterly sad.

Dominator is a weeaboo, pass it on.

"The Flower" demonstrates how much she enjoys personally causing pain to others, crushing their souls, making them lose all hope. Again, she likes spending time with others, she just doesn't know how and others' pain makes her really happy for some reason. Maybe because it's a reaction she knows very well how to receive? I guess it could be one of the reasons.

And the finale. "The End of the Galaxy". Dominator realizes there's nosthing left and feels empty. Guess it was her favorite galaxy after all, huh. But no worries, Wander's here! After tormenting poor Spoon and chasing him round the ship she discovers the exsistence of a Secret Planet, where the final battle takes place. Dominator underestimated everybody. She underestimated Wander and his kindness and his good soul. She underestimated Hater and his abilites. She underestimated people left in the galaxy, they were more than wlling to fight back one last time, if only to spare others of the same fate. She underestimated a freaking flower that left seeds in its last moments and left the mark on the destroyed galaxy.

And then "I don't need anybody" breakdown comes, Wander more or less understand what's the problem here, and Dominator loses everything she worked so hard on: her ship, her army, her postion, her dignity. Stomping away like a moody teenager she swears to get her revenge. But she does open her eyes. A little. Just for a short while. But it’s there.

She's so set in her ways she won't even stop to consider what she's missing. She wants people to laugh at her jokes but won't make a real steps to reach that goal. She'd rather destroy the galaxy for funsies and, well, because she can, than form a honest relationship with someone. And Wander Over Yonder, as a whole, is all about realtionships. Wander and Sylvia's friendship is a heart of the show, Wander reaches to Hater constantly in hopes to redeem him, Peepers and Sylvia formed a bond, Peepers and Hater are in a weird villain friendship of sorts. Dom? Dom is alone because that's what she chose despite hating loneliness.

The future? She'll try to get her revenge. Maybe we'll learn more about her backstory? Though I doubt there would be anything that would truly qualify as 'I became evil because something bad happened to me'. Some interactions with Wander, Syl and Hater, probably. Perhaps something about her being on the road to redemption of sorts. What I would like to see? Please, please, some Peepers interactions. They're two most evil people on the show, come on!

On a closing note? What a great theme.

TL;DR: Dom is a great character and a villain who I'd like to see more on S3. She knows how to use others' weaknesses but also easily underestimates people. Despite having fun by causing pain in others she's also utterly sad person who needs to start understand others more if there's any redemption of any kind to be had.

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smokescreen24 · 5 years

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50 DND Questions

1. What do you think your d&d race would be? Proabably human. If I get the choice, I’d like to be either an Elf or Dragonborn. I’d be cool with either of those.

2. What class? Mostly likely a fighter? I’m not religious enough for a cleric, and not smart enough for a sorcerer or wizard. I like the idea of being able to throw hands.

3. What two feats would you have? I’d want the Alert feat, and more than likely the Lucky feat. Alert means my initiative gets improved, and Lucky means that I can reroll a bad throw. Those would get used a lot.

4. What has been your favorite d&d character you've played? (NPCs count for DMs) I’ve only got the two for now, but Liander’s been getting the most love. She’s probably my favorite.

5. Which of your d&d characters has been the most like you? Oh, Liander, without a doubt. She’s pretty close to my baseline personality.

6. Which of your d&d characters has been the least like you? And that would be Cade. Cade is just this side of Chaotic Evil, so she’s a little harder for me to get into the right headspace for. Playing her takes a lot out of me, to be honest.

7. How do you go about making a character or NPC? That’s hard to say - I give the session about an hour or so to feel it out, and let the personalities develop naturally over time. My playing style is reactive, so I let the situation dictate how said character would respond.

8. What is the most memorable natural 20 you've ever experienced? That would be with Cade. I’d rolled to take out a stone giant, suplexed them (because she’s a barbarian and her strength stat is wild), then chopped his dick off with my battleaxe like I was swinging a golf club. It uh, made an impression on the rest of the party, and the rest of the enemies.

9. Has one of your d&d characters ever died? How? Not yet, so don’t jinx me! I’m still attached to both of them, and would like to keep them around!

10. What is your favorite class to play? So far, it’s been my ranger. She’s fun, and I’m digging the whole ‘animals as companions’ thing she’s got going.

11. Have you ever fought a dragon? Yes. Between Cade and Paileous, we cut it’s head off. It’s currently a trophy back at home base. Got a lot of gold for our trouble, too.

12. Have you ever fought a beholder? NO. Not entirely sure I wanna, either!

13. Have you ever fought a mind flayer? No, but it’s coming up. My buddy is having us roll new characters for the Underdark campaign. I might try a cleric just for funsies.

14. Have you ever had a romance with an NPC or another PC? Nope. I am here to tell you that neither of my characters is looking for any of that. Liander’s too busy, and Cade is a halfling barbarian surrounded by equally questionable Drow paladins and rouges. No thanks.

15. Do you prefer to DM or play? I have no desire to DM. I’ve only been playing for a little while, and I’m not creative enough to attempt it. I’ll stick to playing. I’m good at that.

16. What is your favorite D&D pod/vodcast? I’ve been listening to Critical Role - I’m relistening to the Whitestone/Chroma Conclave arcs. I love No Mercy Percy so much.

17. Who is your favorite "celebrity dm?" I only know the one - Matt Mercer.

18. Do you use props/minis/terrain in your game? Very rarely. I think we’ve only had like, two sessions that actually had terrain and mini’s.

19. How did you discover D&D? My friends. I sat in on one of their games, and just for the hell of it, they rolled me a character, and thus Cade was born.

20. If you run a homebrew game, give an out of context spoiler. I’m not running it, but smuggling is a thing, and the dude we’re smuggling for is someone whose face is on a wanted poster in my pocket.

21. Drop a picture of a mini you painted (if applicable) Sorry, I don’t have any minis. They’re all with my DM.

22. Write a brief scene centered around one of your characters! Uh, hang on - "That was nice. I didn't ask you to get it for me, and I distinctly remember telling you I can get my own. Not my fault you don't listen worth a damn." Liander says with a slight grin. She doesn't know why, but she likes poking at Chancel. Not many folks react the way he does, and the scowl he sends her just makes her grin wider. "Come on. I cannot possibly be the only one who's pointed that out to you."

"Yeah, me. Two minutes ago." Zulth mutters into his mug.

23. Do you have any art of your characters? Yeah, one of my more artistic friends drew a sketch of Liander for me, complete with her cat on her shoulder. It’s pretty cool. It’s also huge, which is why I’m not posting it here.

24. Have you ever played any TTRPGs other than D&D? No, this is my first foray into TTRPGs.

25. What is your favorite snack for d&d? I reach for Cheetos or Doritos usually. They’re good, crunchy snacks.

26. If you could have one potion from d&d, which one would you choose? If I could just load up on superior healing potions for life, I’d be a happy woman.

27. If you could cast one spell from d&d, which would you cast? Fireball. That’s a nice equalizer, I think.

28. What is the most memorable natural 1 you've experienced? Oh man. That would be with Liander this time. She was trying to sneak into a well fortified part of the city, and tamper with the water supply for one family. Well, I had to roll to hop the fence to do so, rolled a natural one, my foot caught in the fence, and there was a dog right in front of me. Landed on my face, and got bitten for my trouble. Still got the mission done, though.

29. Have you ever been drunk playing d&d? I’ve been buzzed. Does that count?

30. Homebrew or prewritten? Both? Both. Both is good.

31. Tell me about your current party! Which one? Well, for the Alagaesia campaign, there’s my character Liander, a dwarf named Thorin, a rouge(?) named Zulth, an herbalist named Liam, and the man who hired us, an NPC named Bjorn. We’re actually trying to accomplish something with this campaign, or so the DM says.

For the Guardians of Gravenhollow campaign, I’m a halfling barbarian named Cade, there’s a drow Paladin named Varis, and another Drow rouge named Paileous. This particular campaign is just chaotic evil fuckery.

32. Most memorable NPC you've encountered in a game you played in. Victor. He built a clock, I wanted his tinkering kit, and wound up buying both at a just criminally low price. I kinda feel like I ripped him off, tbh.

33. Do you listen to music while playing? What kinds? Mostly the Skyrim soundtrack with a little Witcher soundtrack thrown in for funsies. Atmospheric stuff.

34. Favorite accent to do for characters? I don’t really have one for either of my characters. Mostly because I’m bad at keeping it up. I forget.

35. Favorite classic d&d trope Tragic Backstory(TM). Only one of my characters has it, but it’s damn fun to role-play.

36. What was your first d&d character you made? That would be Cade! She started out as kind of a throw-away, but she got mixed in with Paileous and Varis and she’s living her best chaotic life.

37. What is the most recent PC or NPC you've created? That’d be Kahtri, actually! I haven’t played her a whole bunch, so I’m not really familiar with her yet, but it’ll be interesting to play a Drow cleric who doesn’t actually worship Lolth. (I don’t do spiders.)

38. Goblins or Kobolds? I actually haven’t dealt with either yet. I’m slightly more familiar with Goblins simply because of CritRole.

39. Favorite villain you've defeated? Uh, I dunno if I’d classify her as a villian exactly, but Cade’s killed an NPC named Creed who was a servant to the god Grotz. Pretty sure he’s out for revenge now.

40. What d&d deity would you be a cleric of? I am a cleric of the Drow deity Elistraee. (I had to double check the spelling on that)

41. Give an out of context quote from one of your games! Liander - “I tried to stop him, but he fucking yote me across the room like I wasn’t even there. Is it weird I’m bitter about that?”

Thorin - *emerges from the wreckage of the crate we were smuggling holding dragon eggs* “I FOUND LIVING ROCKS!”

Liander and Zulth in tandem - *knows exactly what he’s holding* “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

42. Have you ever rolled turn into a potted plant on the wild magic table? No, I don’t think I know anyone who plays that particular class, so I’ve never seen it happen.

43. Minis and terrain or theater of the mind? Theater of the mind, good sir/madam.

44. Mulligan, Mercer, Murphy, or McElroy? Mercer! Mercer! Mercer!

45. What is the longest session you've ever had? Oh, jeez. Like, fourteen hours, give or take?

46. What is the longest battle you've fought or run? Uh, that’d be the fight with Creed. It took us like two hours to beat her down with three of us. She was stupid powerful. The bounty was great, though.

47. Have you ever played at level 20? No, my highest level character is a level 11. I’m working on it, though.

48. Does your dm say "How do you want to do this?" Oh yes. The table just blows up when that happens, not gonna lie. It’s fun to hear, especially if it’s aimed at you.

49. Have you ever played an edition other than 5th? No, I started playing last year, so 5th is all I know.

50. Will you try to convince others to play? Already done so. I’ve added a couple people to the group - my husband, whose character is the best straight man to our fuckery, and one of our mutual friends whose lunacy works with our brand of crazy.

#50 dnd questions #Liander Tristram #Cade Black #Kahtri Maelvat #my characters #ttrp ocs

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Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day Five: Alter Ego

The scene opens with the dull, early morning light filtering in through the window. The first rain of the day patters gently against the glass. The kitchen is silent but for the rainfall and the ticking of an analog clock. A gentle, uplifting tune played on piano starts in the background, the beat falling in time with the ticks.

A tiny woman, just a bit taller than a hand, peers out of a tall, wooden cabinet and slowly looks left and right. Her hair is pulled back and away from her face. Her petite frame boasts garments that have obviously been found and made; a tawny-brown tunic that has been gathered in at the waist, a cardigan with extra-large stitches that might have fit a doll but almost reaches her knees, and a raspberry-colored skirt that ties in the front and is held together with a series of pearly buttons each the size of her fist. Her worn boots seem to be made out of the same polyester-leather blend that might cover a cheap sofa.

Her wide green eyes scan the empty kitchen. Once satisfied with her surroundings, she bolts out of the cupboard and bounds across the countertop. The mustard-colored bag at her side, weighed down by some unknown force, bounces with each step.

She takes one more furtive glance over her shoulder before she turns to the spice rack. It’s an array of mismatched bottles and boxes, some tipped over, some falling slightly askew in organized chaos. She glances around quickly before spying the box she was looking for. She rifles through it like a box of misplaced records, careful and methodical, before she selects the proper tea bag. Chamomile and lemon. She takes a deep breath in, smiles, and stuffs the parcel into the bag slung across her shoulder.

Unbeknownst to her, a new character arrives on the scene. He is of medium height and build, with dark hair bearing strikingly against his fair complexion. His appearance would be completely commonplace, if not for the shock of dyed, neon green hair highlighting the rest of the dark follicles. He’s clearly tired – he shuffles onto the scene in a navy blue bathrobe. Letting out a silent yawn, he rubs a hand over his face and eyes his coffee maker.

That’s when she finally notices the footsteps. They’re quiet at first, but as he moves closer they become more like small earthquakes to her. Her head snaps up and she realizes her mistake as the human, simply titanic in comparison, absentmindedly approaches her. She’s frozen in fear as the shadow overtakes her.

The camera shows the human from the borrower’s perspective; he reaches far over her head into the cupboard to select a mug. He then moves a bit to the right and reaches out to the coffee maker. His eyes flicker over to the borrower for just a moment before turning back to the machine and turning it on.It’s almost a comedic moment when his bright blue eyes snap back and widen to the size of dinner plates at the sight of the tiny woman standing on his counter top.

This seems to break the hold on the woman. She backs slowly away, her eyes not leaving the giant threat in front of her. His wide eyes flicker to the side of the counter and his hands twitch, seemingly precipitating what direction she is headed toward. The sudden movement causes the borrower to rapidly back away, falling right off the side of the counter.

The camera cuts to an enormous hand interrupting her fall. She lands on her back, her hand gripping his thumb. He is frozen for a moment, and then gives her an incredulous but warm smile. She hesitantly returns it. The camera pans back to reveal the two transfixed on one another.

The next shot reveals the borrower seated across from the human at the kitchen table. He has his own breakfast and coffee prepared, while she has a few bits of toast and a slice of strawberry in front of her. He gestures grandly, a piece of toast in his hand, and announces something that makes the borrower throw her head back laughing. The next cut has him peering over his plate at her, listening intently as she talks. One more jump cut, and she holds up a finger, signaling him to ‘wait’, then dumps out her sack onto the kitchen table. The tea bag from before tumbles out, along with a chunk of soap, a rubber band, a safety pin and half of a flower-shaped shortbread biscuit.

The scene shifts into the man standing in front of what seems to be a bathroom mirror. He’s changed into his every day wear and seems to be getting ready for the day. He stands in front of the sink, running some sort of product through his hair, talking to the borrower standing with her hands on her hips. His thick eyebrows are knitted together with focus. She replies and he makes a wide gesture, accidentally knocking her into the basin. He scrambles to gather her up into his hands.

Next, the man is sharpening a set of colored pencils and repeatedly breaking the tips off. A shot of him dropping the pile of pencil tips next to the borrower. She picks one up; they are about the size of crayons to her. A moment later and she is sitting in the center of a piece of paper so wide it could be a city street. She draws the first stroke, strands of honey-blonde hair falling into her face. The scene fades into late afternoon and finally she unveils a mural of ideas; a hodge-podge collection of found objects that suggest she’s borrowed from him before, renditions of small woodland animals in a cartoonish variety of colors, the man with his vibrant green hair and oceanic eyes.

A stream of hot water pours into a mug emblazoned with the words “FREE HUGS” and a picture of a smiling cactus with a bright pink flower. The next shot shows the borrower standing beside the mug, looking far up and off-screen with the man’s finger pointing to the tea bag in her arms and then to the mug. She drops the bag into steaming water and peeks over the rim as the water clouds to a warm amber color. She resumes her place seated on top of the kitchen table and the man walks into frame, brandishing the mug in one hand and a thimble pinched between the thumb and forefinger of the other. She grips the thimble tight and, almost like a bucket in her hands, takes a sip from it.

It’s dusk. The day’s rainclouds have finally cleared and made way for a mauve and vermillion-streaked sky. The borrower is seated in the center of the man’s cupped hands, looking out the window at the sunset. Her eyes make it clear that it’s the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen. The camera pans back to reveal the man looking down, smiling at the borrower’s awe-stricken expression.

The music slows and fades to a quiet murmur. The only light in the room is the neon blue screen from the man’s phone. He stares at it, his eyes growing heavy. His hand is resting on his chest near his heart. At first it seems as if there is nothing there, but a zoom-in reveals the borrower laying peacefully on his chest. He is idly running his thumb down her shoulder blades and repeating the motion, completely absentmindedly. She takes a glance up at his face and gives a contented smile, snuggling into him even further.

The music ends. Fade to black.

“Hey guys, it’s Wiishu. I know it’s been a while, I think since the update and frequently asked questions video I put out about a month ago, since I’ve posted anything on Youtube. This whole thing was actually Robin’s idea: the Borrowers was one of my favorite books growing up, so it was great to relive a bit of that nostalgia. Luckily we didn’t need to do that many special effects for it.”

“Big thanks to Sean and Robin for all of their help making the video. This was really fun! I’m hoping we’ll get to make some more movie-type videos like this in the future. Leave some suggestions down in the comments below if you have any ideas for what we could do. Thank you for watching. Bye!”

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Yes. I know. This is the cheesiest, most cliched nonsense I’ve ever posted, but friends. Dudes. Dude-friends. It was SO much fun to write. I wanted to do a little something different for the “Alter Ego” post (I thought about Anti, but I didn’t know what to do), so I thought to myself: what would someone who’s suddenly found themselves small relate to? Duh, The Borrowers! With a little bit of a creative spin to make it seem like a video that the crew made for funsies.

This was also an exercise in not writing dialogue to move the story along. I wanted to emulate the effect that Wiishu has with her videos that just have music in the background and no other sound. This was my first time writing something like that, and I actually really like the way it turned out. :)

For the full effect, listen to this music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKwSQSFN4Nw&index=1&list=RDQM9bh0JT4lujE) while reading the story. It’s what I imagined would be playing in the background. If this won’t make you grin like a doofus, nothing will. Enjoy!

#gtjsefanclubanniversary #gtjsefanclub #jacksepticeye #wiishu #Giant/tiny

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