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crabsnpersimmons · 4 months

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This one goes out to all the slow burn enjoyers, the dense Y/Ns, and the soft robo jesters that suffer in silence!

Inspired by @bamsara's “Solar Lunacy” fic.

If you feel like reading my ramblings and want to experience more heartbreak for fictional jester blorbos, check under the cut where I detail all the planning behind the frames!

so i heard this song for the first time in a while and the opening lyrics immediately made me think of moon, so i was daydreaming some scenes and then i decided to thumbnail some ideas:

and it all went downhill from there as everything became a metaphor and a parallel to each other, which i will now go into detail on!

you thought the animatic itself was sad?

*writing muse laughs maniacally* IT'S ALL A METAPHOR

Frame 1. "turn down the lights" We start with a back view on Moon. The lights are out, the Moon is out, but we do not see his face. The music and the greyscale atmosphere are enough to establish the weight of the moment and the weight on Moon’s mind.

Frame 2. "turn down the bed" We cut to a shot of Moon's body, kneeling on the ground of the daycare, like a padded cell. Moon’s hands are twitching with the effects of the glitch, with purple sparks coming from his hands. We still do not see his face.

Frame 3. "turn down these voices inside my head" Cut to an extreme close up on the dark half of Moon’s face. Now we see his face, but only a portion of it. His left eye is wide open, red and glitching out. The voices in his head can refer to the glitch but also his repressed feelings. Or maybe it could be Sun's voice in their shared headspace.

Frame 4. "lay down with me" Y/N's hand enters the frame from the upper right corner, lowering down to meet Moon where he kneels on the ground. Only a corner of Moon's face appears on the bottom left corner of the frame, his starry nightcap beginning to cover his glitched left eye.

Frame 5. "tell me no lies" An full shot of Moon on the floor and Y/N standing in front of him with their hand stretched towards him. A light spills out from behind Y/N, creating a boundary between them.

Now we see more of Moon. It is only when Y/N enters the frame—enters his world—that Moon’s body is shown in its entirely. When Y/N is here, he is no longer fragmented. He is whole.

Frame 6. "just hold me close" pspspspsps Playfully, Moon extends his own hand, beckoning Y/N to come closer, to join him. His right hand crossed over his body as he uses the playful gesture to hide his true feelings—to put distance between him and Y/N. His hat continues to cover his glitching left eye. He doesn’t want to worry Y/N.

Frame 7. "don't patronize" In response, Y/N’s hand pats Moon on the head, returning his playfulness. Moon looks surprised by the action. Moon, notably, does not lower his hand—perhaps he has forgotten it or perhaps his invitation is still open.

Frames 8-9. "don't patronize me" Moon rotates his faceplate so Y/N’s hand is touching the side of his faceplate, a more intimate gesture than a head pat. However, his hat is in the way. At this angle, his starry nightcap fully covers his glitchy eye and the dark side of his face, hiding his defect and acting as a veil between him and Y/N. A self-imposed boundary. So close, yet thinly separated. It's better this way. It's safer this way.

The lyrics are broken up by Y/N's arm, both to illustrate how the song is sung ("patronize" is drawn out and "me" is briefly added in before the chorus starts) but also to show how Y/N interrupts Moon's resolve, highlighting the irony between the visuals and the lyrics. Demanding not to be patronized, yet Moon happily accepts this play at intimacy. Don't patronize me, I am weak for it.

This is also the only instance where the red light of Moon's eyes glow and tint the surfaces around it. Visually, it makes it look like Moon is blushing (heavily inspired by @restinsodaroni's art). But also, in this moment of honesty, Moon's intrinsic light spills out, colouring the greyscale world. In this brief moment of honesty, Moon touches the world with his own colours, his own light.

(and this is also where i forgot to clean up the shading on Y/N's arm, but it's okay it doesn't need to be perfect it simply needs to be. And Moon will still love Y/N even if they are a continuity error.)

Frame 10. "'cause I can't make you love me if you don't" A parallel to a frame 4, Y/N retrieves their hand away and immediately Moon is reduced to the corner of his faceplate in the frame. Only now his glitched eye is fully covered by his hat.

The lyrics here (and in the next frame) in particular grow lighter to emphasize Moon's diminishing resolve and agency.

From here on out, the lyrics here are broken up, carrying on this theme of fragmentation. Y/N is pulling away, Moon is breaking up, the words are breaking up. Everything is coming apart.

Frame 11. "you can't make your heart feel something it won't" Y/N turns to leave. The lyrics, broken up as before, highlight the irony of the situation. Y/N, a human, can’t feel something they simply don’t feel. Whereas, Moon, the machine, feels something his code never intended him to feel.

Frame 12. "here in the dark in these final hours" Another full shot that parallels frame 5, as Y/N steps towards the light and Moon leans forward into the space Y/N once occupied. Y/N is leaving—that which makes him whole is leaving. And he is only capable of making it to the boundary where the light cuts into the darkness. The "final hours" suggest it might be the end of Y/N’s shift, or perhaps this scene takes place right before the glitch takes over—the final hours that Y/N has with the true Moon. Either way, time is running out—and only Moon knows it.

There is a contrasting display of body language here. Moon is on the floor leaning towards Y/N with his hand still left out. Whereas Y/N is turned away, walking away, and has already slipped their hand away and into their pocket. Y/N is closed off while Moon is limply open. Y/N is actively moving while Moon is on the floor, waiting, hoping, for that which he lacks the agency to reach for himself.

Frame 13. "I will lay down my heart" A close up on Moon’s hand, rising up again, perhaps to beckon Y/N back once more. This is a slight parallel to Y/N's hand reaching out to Moon. While Y/N can freely reach out and touch Moon, Moon cannot. He can't enter the light and more importantly he can't risk potentially harming his relationship with Y/N—be it through the glitch or by his feelings. He can only lay down his heart—put aside his feelings or hope that someone will pick up his pieces and make him whole.

Frame 14. "and I'll feel the power" Still on a close up on Moon’s hand, now clenched in slightly. This initially was going to have the glitch effects. However, I felt it more meaningful for it to be left without. Leave it up for interpretation why Moon pauses his hand. What is the power that he alone feels and stays his hand?

Frame 15. "but you won't, no, you won't" A parallel to frame 1, a view of on Moon's back with his hand stretched out towards the light, and Y/N walking into the light spilling through the open daycare door.

The placement of the lyrics suggest two different “you won’t”—Y/N who won’t realize Moon’s feelings, and Moon who won’t dare speak them into reality.

Another note on the parallel to frame 1, this time we also see Y/N's back, but it is notably different from our view of Moon's back. With Moon, we literally see inside him through the hole for his loop. However, Y/N is shrouded in shadow, just a solid, obscure silhouette against the bright light of a world Moon—and Sun for that matter—are closed off from. We don’t see into Y/N, just as the Daycare Attendant doesn't have any vantage point of Y/N's life beyond their time at the PizzaPlex. (The unfortunate reality of a being a character made for the purpose of being a vessel for the reader.)

Frame 16. "'cause I can't make you love me" We finally cut to face Moon head-on, frozen in place with his hand stretched out, unable to cross the boundary into the light. His eyes have gone dark. Where we began by seeing bits and parts of Moon, and never seeing his full face—now we, the viewer, see the full Moon, open and vulnerable—unbeknownst to Y/N.

Frame 17. "if you don't" But in the dark, behind closed doors, there is no one to perceive him—no one to receive him. The light dwindles as the daycare doors are closed. Moon stays frozen where he kneels. It is no longer the glitch that plagues him, but a far deeper dread.

But a lone streak of light peaks through the gap in the daycare doors. Perhaps that is just enough. A silver lining. A frail hope. A single, ethereal thread out of darkness and into light.

Thanks for reading and watching!

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled fun and games shortly!

#fnaf moon #fnaf dca #dca fandom #so this idea had me by the throat ever since I heard this song again #I've never done an animatic before but I wanted to give it a shot #the opening lyrics already reminded me of moon right off the bat #but then i kept listening and started thumbnailing some frames #it was actually the frames with moon receiving the head pat and turning his faceplate that convinced me i had to do this lol #the sweetest images resulted in this work of angst #thank you if you read all this!#i promise to post something cute soon to balance things out #and no promises but i will say the second verse of the song is PERFECT for sun #“morning will come and I'll do what's right just give me 'till then to give up this fight” /lyrics #hahaha it hurts :')#crab art #traditional art #digital art #traditionally inked and digitally coloured #animatic

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ckret2 · 7 months

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Chapter 22 of human Bill's still putting up with being the Mystery Shack's prisoner (title tbd), featuring: Dipper's having nightmares about his spirit floating out of his body, just like the Bipper incident. (He's very sure they're only nightmares.) And Bill, kind and generous muse that he is, would love to help, and definitely isn't offering for secret evil reasons. After all, how could a dream demon benefit from telling his enemies how to control their dreams?

Even though Dipper already knew, intellectually, that dreaming about Bill didn't mean Bill was in his dreams, getting immediate physical proof was a relief. Any time he had another nightmare, all he had to do was get out of bed, go find Bill—sleeping, drinking, reading, meditating, watching TV, staring out a window—and see for himself that there was no way Bill could have been in his head.

So tonight, when he "woke" into another Bipper nightmare, his first instinct was to go gripe at Bill about it.

He'd floated through the bedroom door and hovered halfway down the stairs before he remembered that since he was currently having the Bipper Nightmare, dreaming that he was floating ghostlike outside his body, it meant he wasn't actually awake and he couldn't gripe at the real Bill; but then he decided maybe he'd feel better if he ranted at dream Bill anyway.

The TV glowed from the living room. At this time of night, it could be Abuelita or Bill. Dipper's spectral socked feet settled on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, he turned toward the sofa—and froze.

Sitting on the sofa, legs curled feet-on-thighs in lotus position, was Bill—and he was surrounded by a brilliant light, yellow-golden against the dream fog gray. Like the halo of sunlight around an eclipse, or like a radioactive mass close enough to melt your eyes, or like an explosion rushing closer. The light danced around Bill like solar flares. Dipper had to squint his eyes against the light.

"Whoa," Dipper said.

The light dimmed to a faint yellow aura as Bill turned toward him. Dipper nearly jumped out of his skin, except that he was already out of his skin. Bill said, "'Whoa' what?"

No one ever saw Dipper during his Bipper nightmares. (But then, he supposed, it made sense if he dreamed that Bill could see him, didn't it? Since he'd been the only one able to see Dipper after he stole his body.) Dipper gestured vaguely at Bill. "You're, uh. Glowing."

"Aw, flattering." Bill laughed. "You look like a zombie trying to figure out if he wants to return to the land of the living. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Ha ha," Dipper said flatly.

"What, another nightmare? Are you here to tell me how your subconscious is my responsibility again?"

"Shut up." Imaginary dream Bill was just as annoying as the real one; but Dipper decided he'd feel pretty dumb for yelling at "Bill" for invading Dipper's dream while Dipper was still dreaming. (Maybe Dipper's subconscious mind was using the form of a snarky Bill to tell Dipper that he needed to seize control of his dreams rather than blame somebody else for them? That Bill might have caused Dipper's recurring nightmares, but only Dipper could do the work to end them? Huh. He'd look into that when he woke up.)

His gaze drifted to the television, which was displaying a man hunched over a bizarrely-angled desk in a black-and-white movie. (He could somehow tell it was black and white, even though colors were already muted and grayish during his Bipper nightmares.) It was like seeing a dream within a dream. "What are you watching?"

"The Counterfeit of Dr. Calligraphy," Bill said. "A hypnotist sends letters to a sleepwalker that have subliminal messages concealed in the handwriting. He brainwashes the sleepwalker into making fake money in his sleep. It's a comedy."

It didn't look very comedic. Dipper wondered how he'd dreamed this plot up. Anxiety about waking up from one dream into another dream, combined with memories of counterfeiting money last summer?

He leaned against the doorframe and watched the movie long enough to confirm it was not, in fact, a comedy, but rather some kind of gloomy noir-ish silent film; then sighed in boredom. His subconscious couldn't even imagine up a fun movie. "I'm going back to my body," he muttered, pushing off the ground and hovering back up the stairs.

Bill, eyes half-lidded, didn't look up from the screen as he sleepily muttered, "Mmkay."

It took a long moment before he said, "You're going to your what?" He leaned out of the living room and looked up the stairs; but Dipper was long gone.

Maybe he'd misheard "bed." He settled back in front of the TV; but he wasn't paying attention to the movie now.

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"You look exhausted," Mabel said, ruffling Dipper's messy hair with both hands. "Did you stay up late reading again?"

"No," Dipper groaned. "I just slept badly. I had another Bipper nightmare. I dreamed about Bill making fun of me and watching a boring movie."

"Aw, Dipper. I'm sorry," Mabel said sympathetically. She fixed her headband for the day in the bedroom mirror and pulled on her shoes. "I dreamed about a car race where all the drivers are kittens!"

"Oh yeah?"

"It was really intense! Two of the cars crashed," Mabel said. "Everyone was okay though. The drivers were saved by a firetruck with Dalmatian puppy firefighters!"

When they made it down to the kitchen, Bill was already there, sipping burned coffee with his eyes closed. "Hey, twerps." He peeled one eye open a slit just long enough to figure out which set of twerp footsteps belonged to Mabel, and held his coffee mug in her direction. "Top me off?"

"You got it!" Mabel retrieved her pitcher of Mabel Juice from the fridge, refilled Bill's coffee with it, and poured herself a cup.

"What's today's flavor?"

"Blue!"

"That's exactly what I need." Bill took a deep drink, spat a small plastic horse on the table, and sipped more carefully.

"You look exhausted, too." Mabel poured herself a bowl of cereal and milk. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I don't have nightmares; nightmares have me," Bill said.

Dipper, the person whose nightmares had Bill, scowled and leaned against the stove to wait for Bill to leave so he could get breakfast.

"But no—I was up late watching a German expressionist cinema marathon," Bill went on. "They don't make 'em like that anymore. Which is good, because I prefer my movies with colors and music; but there's nothing quite like watching five movies in a row about going insane in the middle of the night on twenty-four hours without sleep. Second most likely experience to make you see phantom spiders crawl across you skin." He cracked open an eye again and tried to steal Mabel's cereal. She smacked his hand with her spoon and stole it back.

He dragged himself out of his chair to get some proper food. "Get the fridge?" Mabel opened the door for him. As he rummaged around for something appealing, he glanced back over his shoulder at Dipper. "You missed the punchline, by the way."

Dipper started. "The what?"

"On Dr. Calligraphy," Bill said. "You went back to bed before the ending. The sleepwalker's counterfeits are so good that nobody believes the investigator from the treasury when he says they're fakes. He gets hauled to the looney bin—and then realizes the handwriting in all the letters from his boss is the same as the hypnotist's." Bill laughed. "I told you it was a comedy, didn't I?" He dumped some bagels, squirt cheese, and pickled jalapeños on the kitchen counter, then glanced at Dipper again. "What's with that look? Don't you get it?" He sighed and rolled his open eye. "Okay, so the joke is that both the main character and the audience will never know if he was set up, driven insane, or always insane—"

"I didn't go 'back to bed'," Dipper said, stomach twisting. "I—never got out of bed. I didn't watch a movie last night."

"You didn't," Bill said skeptically. And then, studying Dipper's face, repeated, "You didn't?"

Mabel was staring between Dipper and Bill. To Dipper, she said, "Was... that the boring movie in your dream?"

Dipper didn't reply. He didn't want to say anything with Bill listening—not when he didn't know what Bill knew. Or what Bill might have done. Maybe I just heard the movie from upstairs, Dipper thought—and might have believed, if not for the fact that it was a silent film.

Bill was silent for a long moment—longer than Dipper felt safe with. Like a cat sizing up its prey. "Well, how about that," Bill said. His smile was not reassuring. "Looks like Dr. Calligraphy isn't the only one with a sleepwalker on his hands."

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"Do I sleepwalk?" Dipper demanded.

Bartholomew stared at him in perfect silence. "You can't tell," he said, "on account of the fact that I can't move; but I just did a confused double-take in my head."

"Do I sleepwalk!" Dipper repeated. "I was—I think I was sleepwalking last night—? If I wasn't sleepwalking, then that means Bill was—was in my head somehow, and I don't know how or what he was doing in there—so either he was in my head or I was somehow downstairs, or—I don't know, maybe I was out of my head—but I really need to know which it was, and Mabel was asleep last night so you're the only one who would know—"

"Dipper," Mabel said, shutting the door behind them. "Hold on. If Bill was doing something in your head, why would he just tell you about it at breakfast by spoiling the end of the movie?"

"I don't know!" Dipper said. "To terrify me? To let me know what he can do?"

"But if we know he can do it, that means we can stop him from doing it," Mabel said. "It doesn't make sense—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bartholomew said. "I wasn't up here last night. I was watching a picture show marathon through the living room vent."

Mabel laughed. "You call them picture shows. You're so old."

"'Move-y' sounds stupid and I'm willing to die on this hill."

"Was I there?" Dipper asked. "Did I come downstairs last night?"

"Yeah, during Dr. Calligraphy," Bartholomew said. "I could hear you talking to Bill. You said he was glowing. Which stood out to me as kind of weird, since he's always glowing."

Dipper heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay. Great. So I was sleepwalking. That's..." He paused, gave Bartholomew a funny look, and said, "Let's... let's unpack the thing about Bill glowing later."

"Suit yourself."

He looked at Mabel. "I was having a Bipper dream. Do you think I always sleepwalk during those dreams? Maybe that's why they're always about me wandering around at night?"

"Maybe?" Mabel shivered. "Augh, does that mean whenever you dreamed about trying to come to me for help, you were actually just standing over my bed watching me sleep?"

Dipper dragged his hands down his face. "Mabel. Sometimes I visited the neighbors' houses."

"Dipper!" Mabel laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "Have you been walking around in the street in your pajamas?"

"Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe sometimes I'm sleepwalking but sometimes I stay in bed. Last night I really wanted to go yell at Bill, maybe that... got me on my feet?" He dropped onto his bed, chin in his hands.

Mabel sat on her bed with her cereal, and handed over a banana she'd grabbed for Dipper. "We can start locking the bedroom door," she said. "So if you do start sleepwalking, at least you can't get out."

"What if I unlock it in my sleep?"

"Maybe Grunkle Ford could teach me the anti-door curse he put on Bill! And I could cast it on you at night so you can't get out of the room?"

Dipper shook his head. "That's not a long-term solution. What about when we go home? Or what if I need to go to the bathroom?" He gestured emphatically with his banana as he spoke. "I realized something last night, Mabel: I'm sick of these nightmares and I'm sick of just putting up with them. They were bad enough when they were just in my head, but now they have to affect me in real life, too? No! I'm just—not gonna have them anymore."

"Yeah!" Mabel cheered. "I like that attitude! I'm with you. I'm sick of being freaked out by my dreams, too. Do you know how hard it is to rescue kittens from a car crash when you've got to stop and ask yourself if this is a Mabeland thing?"

Dipper hesitated. "Um... probably pretty hard?"

"We'll do it together. We'll both stop having nightmares." She paused. "How?"

"I... don't know yet." Dipper sighed. "Our therapist's given me a few tools to cope with nightmares, but they haven't stopped them. I'm thinking our best bet is magic."

They looked at Bartholomew.

"Sorry," he said. "Outside my wheelhouse. I specialize in creepy dolls and necromancy."

"There's gotta be something in this town," Dipper said. "Maybe dream catchers? Do dream catchers actually work?"

"What about that spell to enter other people's dreams?" Mabel asked. "We could take turns entering each other's dreams to help fight each other's nightmares! That would totally work, right?"

"Except then we'd have to take turns not getting any sleep."

There was a knock on the attic door. Mabel called "Yeah?" and hopped to her feet to open it.

Bill was leaning with his elbow against the doorframe, cheek in his hand, one ankle hooked over the other, grinning broadly. "Couldn't help but overhear that you're having some dream troubles! Here, my card!" He handed Mabel a paper towel on which he'd poorly painted his triangle self with coffee grounds and signed his name in an alien language. "Bill Cipher, professional dream demon—at your service."

Dipper said, "We hung up a 'no solicitors' sign."

"I saw it and I ignored it."

"Bill," Mabel groaned. "Get out of here!" She tried to block him with her arms.

He dodged around her to enter the room with a laugh like this was some playground game, and then immediately tripped over a cardboard box. He recovered his balance by grappling with Mabel's bag of mini golf clubs and drew one out to use as a cane so smoothly it almost looked like he'd planned it that way. "Hey, hold on—I'm here to help!"

"Right," Dipper scoffed. "Like when you wanted to help me unlock that laptop."

"Or when you offered to help me extend summer."

"Or when you were going to 'help' our dimension 'party'?"

Bill said, "I did extend your summer and I did throw a party."

Dipper asked, "And the laptop?"

"No excuse for that! I was just lying to you, kid." Bill laughed.

"Yeah, no," Mabel said, "we don't want your help. No offense, but your help is super evil. Get out of our room."

"No." Bill plopped down in the middle of the floor, arms and legs crossed, mini golf club lain across his knees, smirking defiantly up at Mabel. "Not until you hear me out."

"No! Go. Scoot. Get out." Mabel attempted to shove him toward the door.

"Try it! I weigh more than both of you combined! Physics is on my side! I'm master of this room."

Mabel only succeeded in knocking him onto his side. Bill prodded her back with the handle of the club and said, "Seriously, just listen to me and then I'll go. I'm more or less the reason you're having nightmares in the first place, aren't I? C'mon! How can I make it up to you if you won't even hear me out?"

Mabel paused in her onslaught. "You wanna make it up to us?" Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Sure, why not? Do you think I wanted to traumatize a couple of kids? You just happened to stumble in the way of a force beyond human comprehension! Hey, I stuck you in a paradise bubble, does that scream 'deliberate attempt at psychological torture' to you?"

"You were going to kill me," Dipper said.

"You even left his suicide letter," Mabel said.

"Which was wrong of me," Bill said patiently, with an air that made it sound like he was the one who had to explain this to them, "but I can't undo that unless you want to give me that time tape you're hoarding. On the other hand, I can do something about the nightmares. Just hear me out."

Dipper had been climbing to the end of his bed to try to get past Bill and escape for adult reinforcements, but stopped to stand on the mattress and glare down at Bill. "And then once we've heard you out, you won't leave until we've accepted your offer—"

"There is no offer," Bill said. "I'm giving you information. No 'deals,' no favors, no magic, nothing. Just information. It's your business what you do with it. If you want to throw it away, I've already done my part!"

Dipper hesitated. "I don't trust you."

"You don't have to trust me. Go verify everything I tell you with someone else. Heck, you can even go ask Stanford about it, he'll back up everything I'm about to say."

The fact that Bill was suggesting he talk to Ford threw Dipper off. He glanced at Mabel to see what she thought.

Bill took the momentary silence as a victory. Smugly, he said, "Lucid dreaming."

Dipper blinked in surprise. "Hey, I know what that is. It's when you're dreaming and know you're dreaming, right?"

"You obviously don't know any more about it than that, or else you wouldn't be having nightmares." Now that Mabel wasn't attacking him and Dipper was actually listening, Bill perched on a crate and crossed an ankle over the other knee, getting comfortable. "Knowing you're asleep is step one of lucid dreaming. The next step is controlling your dreams. If you've fully mastered the techniques of lucid dreaming, you'll essentially be a god inside your own sleeping mind."

"Like we did in Grunkle Stan's head!" Mabel said. "When we beat you with kittens."

"And eye lasers," Dipper added.

"And stomach lasers!"

"And 80s music."

"And hamster balls—"

The corners of Bill's mouth twitched a little further down with each sentence. He forced a smile back on. "Right! Haha! You kids." There was friendly good cheer in his voice and wrath in his eyes. "Exactly like that. Except you weren't asleep at the time. That wasn't lucid dreaming, that was imagining. It's a lot easier to do inside of someone else's dreams. You've got to learn an entirely new set of techniques if you want to do it in your own."

Dipper dropped down to sit on his bed again. "Like what kind of techniques? Does it involve meditating, or...?"

Bill laughed. "And here I thought you didn't trust anything I had to say! What, do you want me to teach you how to do it now?"

"No."

"Didn't think so!" Bill grabbed a sparkly pen off Mabel's bedside stand and a scrap of notepaper off their table. "I'll give you some names of authors. Human authors. Experts on the psychology and spirituality of dreams. And if you don't want to trust these authors because I recommended them, fine, just find their books in the library and anything sorted on the same shelves will teach you the same techniques. But master lucid dreaming, and your dreams will be your playground. No more nightmares."

Bill offered the paper to Mabel, but his smirk was aimed at Dipper. "Just like I promised: no magic. Nothing that could invite the big scary dream demon into your precious little heads. All I'm telling you is where to learn your own species's skills. If you don't believe me, go ask for yourself."

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Sitting back in the guest room's desk chair, Ford frowned at the list of authors Mabel had handed him and stroked his chin thoughtfully. The kids sat on Ford's bed and waited for him to render judgment on the Latest Bill Nonsense.

"That look doesn't look like a good look," Mabel said. "Is Bill up to something bad?"

"On the contrary, I can't think of any way that your learning how to lucid dream could benefit Bill," Ford said. "In fact, if anything, it would be actively detrimental to him. That's what has me so puzzled."

Dipper asked, "What do you mean, actively detrimental?"

"Lucid dreaming is the first line of defense against Bill's mental tricks," Ford said. "By itself, it isn't enough to drive Bill from a dreamer's head; but instantly telling the difference between dreams and reality takes the power out of most of his simplest psychic illusions." He nodded toward Dipper. "For instance, knowing you were dreaming might have saved you entirely from Bill taking over your body."

Dipper blinked. "Wait. What do you mean?"

Ford stared at him. "The computer," he said. "When Bill waited for you to nod off and used a dream to make you think the computer was going to self-destruct."

"He did what?"

"Dipper, Fiddleford never installed a self-destruct sequence on that computer," Ford said. "I... thought you figured that out?"

Dipper stared at Ford. He slid to the floor, lay down, and stared at the ceiling. Mabel leaned forward to pat his head.

Ford did not let himself grin at Dipper's reaction. Dipper had been through a traumatic experience, and finding out there was something else he personally could have done to avoid it all had to be devastating, and therefore—therefore—his dramatic reaction was not funny.

Ford cleared his throat and politely avoided calling attention to Dipper. "And—actively controlling your own dreams won't prevent Bill from controlling them as well; but it arms you with the same weapons he has—just like when you drove him out of Stanley's head. Plus, if there's anything in your dream you can't control, you can be surer that it's Bill's influence rather than a product of your own subconscious. Which... is what makes it so strange that Bill would suggest you look into lucid dreaming. I'm not sure what to make of that."

"Maybe he just told us to be nice?" Mabel asked. "Maybe he really is trying to fix some of his mistakes."

Dipper raised a brow. "Do you really believe that?"

Mabel briefly looked thoughtful; then cracked up laughing. "Okay, I tried! But nope, not for one second!"

Ford chuckled. "Attagirl." He propped his chin in his hand as he thought. "There's a chance that Bill might not be up to anything actively nefarious. I strongly suspect he can't invade others' dreams in his current form—and if that's true, it might not make any difference to him if you know how to defend yourself against attacks he can't even use. And the only thing he's told you is to go look up lucid dreaming—a technique invented by humans, for humans. He might be trying to ingratiate himself with us by offering up cheap information he suspects you could have found on your own."

Mabel said, "So he told us to be nice, for selfish reasons."

"I think that's the most likely explanation. He likes to offer little scraps of wisdom to his 'students'—and then hold them over your head later." Ford hated the possibility that Bill was trying to adopt his niece and nephew as his newest "students"—Mabel especially—but dancing around the uncomfortable possibility rather than pointing it out would just leave them more vulnerable to his tricks.

"That sounds like him," Mabel sighed. "Like the free birthday cake thing."

Ford tried to remember whether he'd mentioned how he'd gotten his cake when they'd been in Portland. "He told you about that, did he?"

"Yeah. While feeling bad for himself about not getting to go to your birthday party."

"Ha."

Dipper said, "So... you don't think there's any risk in learning how to lucid dream? Except that Bill might start bragging about how good he was to suggest it?"

Ford glanced again over the list of authors Bill had given Mabel. "Well... I don't immediately recognize any of these names; but I can double-check to make sure none of them are affiliated with Bill's known protégés or worshipers. But with that risk aside, I'm sure learning about lucid dreaming would be good for you."

"Yes!" Mabel pumped a fist in the air, startling Ford and Dipper. "Time for Mabeland Two, Electric Boogaloo: Democracy Edition! Founded by the people, for the people, with one hundred percent less psychic police states and zero triangle dictators! All the disco coconuts and yarn castles you already know and love, but this time with open borders and free speech!" She ran from the guest room, opened a door, slammed a door; opened the door again, and yelled, "Grunkle Fooord, can you give us a ride to the library!"

Dipper grimaced and looked at Ford. "Uh... Should we be worried about that?"

Ford considered that with pursed lips, then stood and grabbed his keys. "If she starts napping excessively, let me know so we can stage an intervention."

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Mabel trudged into the living room, lay face down on the carpet between Bill and the TV, and said, "I hate you."

"Sure," Bill said agreeably.

"I mean it. I really hate you." And she said it with such vitriol, such vehemence, that Bill was absolutely positive she didn't hate him at all and would probably never be able to hate him again.

"All right, I'll play," Bill said. "What did I do this time?"

Mabel held a thick, dusty book over her head. It was titled Sleeping Awake: A Meditation and Study Guide for the Initiate Oneironaut. "You gave me homework over the summer."

"Oh, is that it? That's the limit, is it? That's the worst thing I could possibly do to you."

"Yes," Mabel said to the carpet. "It's completely unforgivable." She paused. She lifted her head. "Um. You... do know we're joking, right? The joke is that we're pretending homework is worse than all the other stuff you did, when it definitely isn't? I'm stiiill not exactly sure what your moral compass looks like."

Bill said, "Relax, kid." Bill did not say that he understood that they were joking. "Here, lemme see how painful this is." He plucked the book from Mabel's hand, flipped through a few pages, and grimaced. "Oh wow. Oh, wow, this is drier than the Atacama. This isn't a 'meditation,' it's a textbook. Do they really spend a whole chapter talking about Frederik van Eeden? Gag me with a spoon." He flipped to the index, muttering, "Does this thing even go into milam, or are they completely reinventing the wheel?"

Mabel propped her chin in her hands. "Is it that bad?"

"Well, at first glance, it's not promising." He flipped toward the middle to skim some of the recommended exercises. "Pfff. I think the closest it'll get you to lucid dreaming is boring you to sleep."

Mabel groaned. "Dipper and I checked out like a dozen books on dreams and that was the least boring-looking one."

Bill shut the book and studied the cover. It showed a lush fantasy world with rainbows and colorful planets in the sky. "You know what they say about judging a book by its cover?"

"I know, I know." Mabel rolled over and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "I guess I'll try reading one of the other books." She let out a sigh. And then, deciding she hadn't expressed herself properly, she let out an even louder, deeper sigh.

Bill laughed, then considered the cover of Sleeping Awake again. "Ahh, what the heck," he muttered, "what else am I gonna do with myself today?" He waved the book at Mabel. "Hey. What if I read through some of them for you? Let you know which ones are a waste of time and which ones might be helpful?"

Mabel considered that. "Seriously? It's a lot of books and they all look boring."

"Sure, why not? If it's too boring to stand, I'll quit. But oneironautics is one of my specialities, I'll probably find the contents more interesting than you would. And, anyway—" Bill glanced away from Mabel self-consciously, voice dropping a tad, "anyway, I recommended lucid dreaming to fix a problem I caused, didn't I? I get why you kids won't let me teach you how to lucid dream—but it's not fair if I throw a couple names at you, make you do all the hard work, and pat myself on the back for helping out. The least I can do is endure a little boredom."

"Aw, Bill..." Mabel offered him a warm smile.

Bill looked at the ceiling. "Don't look at me like that, jeez. You're a sap, you know that?"

"You're the sap! You're like a tree: all bark on the outside and sap on the inside."

"I'll kill you if you ever say that again."

"I'll be right back!" Mabel sprinted upstairs; and a minute later, trudged back down, carrying a double armload of books. "Here." She dumped them in Bill's lap. A couple spilled on the floor.

"Whoa!" Bill scrambled to catch the escapees, and dropped another one. "Is this all of them?"

"All except the one Dipper's reading. The Encyclopedia of Dreams or something."

"That sounds like a waste of time. There's about as much overlap between dream interpretation and lucid dreaming as there is between astrology and astronomy. But hey, toss it my way when he's done with it. I wanna see what it says about dreams with pyramids and all-seeing eyes."

"Your ego's so big."

"Big as a universe, kid!" He started stacking the books beside him on the sofa, setting aside a promising-looking one that mentioned "Tibetan Dream Yoga" in the subtitle.

"I'll let him know. Thanks for the help, Bill!" Her afternoon now freed up, Mabel went upstairs to call Candy and Grenda and see what they were up to.

Bill listened as her footsteps ascended. He waited to hear the attic bedroom door shut.

And only then did he allow himself a small triumphant giggle.

He adored that girl. She was so trusting. He'd never have gotten his hands on this kind of educational material without her help. Finding her the most short-attention-span-friendly book was the least he could do as thanks; maybe he'd go the extra mile, leave bookmarks on the most useful chapters. Let her know just how good he could be to the people who did what he told them to.

He turned off the TV, cracked open the first book, and settled in to re-teach himself how to control dreams with a human mind.

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(Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, I'd really appreciate a comment!)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #mabel pines #(for the art)#dipper pines #(for the fic)#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls fic #my writing #my art #bill goldilocks cipher

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miyosei · 9 months

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GODS DO NOT LONG FOR LIQUID GOLD.

premise. he will bring you the universe. all you need, is to ask ( a quiet moment in your embrace ) — ft. wanderer

gn reader implied nonhuman, timeline is a little weird… basically during the sumeru storyline, lowercase

the sea between sumeru and inazuma extends seven thousand kilometers further than the largest mountain in liyue. the sun rises over the horizon in the lavish city, bathing the marbled walls in its golden warmth and casting a shadow onto the hidden corners of the world. his eyes are the first to open, and yours are the last to close.

and if the universe would allow it, he would cradle the globe in his arms until it was the size of a glass marble—quietly kept under the promise of a kiss and held carefully in the palm of your hand, dancing delicately between your thumb and index finger and held tightly near your beating chest. a gift for you and only you, the first, and only one, to embrace him in his raw vulnerability.

sleep has never been a necessity, but in the quiet moments of slumber’s final solitude, you’re there—waiting for him in the same light in which he’d left.

you greet him with extended arms, and it's like he is meeting you for the first time all over again—stumbling over his words and tripping on his feet like a fool on the run. draped in pearly silks and a golden pendant that held more weight than the world itself, hushed voices and gentle laughter and eyes that could still sparkle with all the love and innocence he still had to offer. here, he takes your hands in his own and is more than willing to be scorched by your light.

it is what used to be a home shared for two, just on the outskirts of a wavering village. the garden is beginning to bloom. he knows this because you send him a letter at the end of every month—you promised.

to you, it is a journal entry of your collective thoughts. to him, it is the only promise he has ever known to have been kept.

his hands are cold when you return his touch, they always have been—something that he never used to think about until you brought it up one day, until he felt how warm yours were in comparison.

“do you know the distance between the moon and the sun?” you muse absentmindedly and play with his fingers. he raises a brow, and answers no.

when he learns that it’s three hundred and eighty four thousand kilometers, being across the sea doesn’t seem so far away. and your rare instances of meeting like this are likened to a solar eclipse. if not now, then never.

now, he is the moon. scooping up light that is not his own and cramming it into the cracks between his ribs, eating your brightness whole. he has survived this far on a staple diet of fear, leeching off each knock that falls against his door and commanding those beneath him to bend over at his will.

the moon is a thief and a liar. no wonder he would be the one to fulfill that role.

but ‘i love you,’ still slips from your tongue in the form of a whisper, dancing through the air and following the evening songbirds. the words settle in the silent atmosphere, and for a moment that lasts shorter than your next breath, scaramouche freezes.

he goes quiet, holding his thoughts for the first time since he can remember. and you can tell, from the way his eyes search yours with an expression that edges a little too close to sadness, there is a part of him that doesn't quite believe you.

a hand hesitantly reaches to grab at the fabric surrounding his chest, almost hoping to feel what should have been the erratic beating of his unstable heart — but, as usual, he finds nothing.

“why?” he asks in a clumsy blunder and as the first thing he can force out of his drying throat. his expression twists into one of disbelief, sorrow, and the quietest shine of hope, and he searches your own for any sign of doubt or insincerity.

you’ve only said three words, but it’s enough to make his world shift at its axes. he tells himself that you don’t mean it. that this is only a projection of his innermost feelings. that there is no way someone like you could ever feel anything but hatred and disgust for something like him.

still, there is a part of him wants to believe.

“say it again,” he pleads, his voice cracking at the edges. his chest aches and expands with the gust of wind. “please, say that again.”

the titles of a broken character are left in his wake. in one moment he was hooked up to a robotic mechanism—held together by wires attached to his joints and extracted knowledge that were injected into the veins he never quite had. in the next he stood before divine knowledge with an empty heart.

‘it will be better this way,’ he thinks to himself. for everyone, for you. a lifetime of forever in a world without him to dirty your light. a lifetime that you deserved.

this time, no one will get in his way, he will make sure of it.

he only hopes, that should you ever meet again, it will be in a better time.

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #🌊 — miyosei

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phading · 2 months

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Hi, it's me!

Okay, so there’s probably a lot you don’t know about me. So just in case you’re in the least bit interested:

I try very, very hard never to read incomplete fics. Purely selfish, and the result of reading far too many heart-grabbing stories that never got finished. If you need kudos or encouragement or anything else to continue, I’m here and over the moon excited to read anything you’d like to throw at me. Just let me know what you want in return - comments, critique, suggestions, hugs, encouragement, emojis, whatever ...

I posted one fic a chapter at a time, and I doubt I’ll ever do it again.

Characterization is everything.

If you’ve noticed an absence of Brains, Grandma, Lady P, Havoc, etc… in my fics it’s because I don’t give a twit. Perhaps one day I will evolve beyond this simplistic state.

I suck at prompts, challenges and deadlines. My muse is never in the right headspace at the right time.

I have a ridiculous need to keep it believable when really, the stuff that goes on in the show – no matter how much I adore it – is often somewhat miraculous.

It’s the future, people, I’m allowed to invent things.

In real life, I write kids’ books.

To the best of my knowledge, I’m the oldest member of the Thunderfam. Challenge me if you think you can claim the title.

The first thing of importance I ever wrote was a full length Star Trek Next Gen novel which I submitted to a few select New York publishers (oh, the innocence of youth) . Surprise, surprise, many of them actually read it and sent back comments written on famous restaurant napkins.

So, in light of all of the above, I’m once again doing my own thing. Inspired by the recent “10 opening lines from 10 recent fics” post I’m changing it up to “10 opening lines from 10 WIPs”. I mean, seriously, I’m a newbie here and have far more WIPs than I do finished fics. So here’s what’s – pray to the anti-depression, anti-chronic pain gods – coming up …

A WHOLE LOT OF SUPERFICIAL The uniform discarded in a heap on the floor outside the showers was expected – the purple neoprene wasn’t. (Virgil, Scott, shaping up to be humour)

THE LAST ZOO ON EARTH “Say again, John. I thought you said we have a situation at a zoo.” (All brothers, major rescue, major whump, pissed off Gordon)

THERE ARE NO CANNIBALS ANYMORE “Sir! I need you to calm down!” (Hurt Virgil, this one could go graphic in a hurry)

IT DOESN’T HURT Virgil glanced up from the piano keys, searching for inspiration but instead witnessing his fish brother's spectacular dive off the board – a dive that would leave his re-built back in shambles. (Fishtank, chronic pain)

TIGHT ROPE “I’m sorry, John, but if she’s dumb enough to try and pull off this ridiculous stunt, I see no reason why we should save her from her own stupidity.” (rescue gone sideways)

STARSTUCK Alan Tracy had been looking forward to this moment for a very long time. (Hurt Virgil, guilty Alan, Thunderbird 3 whump)

STELLAR “Hey, John, what’s this?” “It’s personal, that’s what it is!” (Guilty John, comatose Gordon, poetry, John has a secret)

CASPIAN John Tracy blinked open his eyes, breath catching when he discovered the most beautiful thing in his universe mere centimetres from his face. (John, OC-John’s lover, angst, Marks and Wings, John is not only a telepathic Ave but he’s bi!)

PSYCHOTIC MEDIUMS The probe entered Earth’s solar system broadcasting a symphony of alien sound that instantaneously drove the half-a-million or so humans who were listening insane. (Virgil centric, angst, sci-fi)

THE JOHN-CODE “Hey, Eos, you wanna help me test this new game?” (Alan, John, Eos, virtual games gone wrong.)

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #phading

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fashionbooksmilano · 3 months

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Man Ray 1890-1976 Genius of Light

Robert Rocca, Pierre-Yves Butzbach

SilvanaEditoriale, Cinisello Balsamo 2023, 232 pagine, 220 ill., 24,5x30cm, Brossura, Inglese, ISBN 978883665656

euro 34,00

email if you want to buy [email protected]

Man Ray occupies a prominent place in the history of 20th-century art. A versatile artist, who lived mainly in Paris, he is best known as a photographer. Indeed, he was one of the first to use photography, not as a simple means of reproduction, but as a genuine creative medium, turning the technique into an art form. Some of his photographs, such as Le Violon d’Ingres (1924) and Noire et blanche (1926), have achieved iconic status.

Born in Philadelphia (Pennsylvania) on 27 August 1890, Emmanuel Radnitsky, known as Man Ray (as in a ray of light), actively participated in the intellectual and artistic circles of New York. He discovered the European avant-gardes and befriended Marcel Duchamp who opened the doors of Dadaism to him and welcomed him to Paris in July 1921.

At the heart of Parisian artistic life, he participated in the innovative experiments of the Dadaists and Surrealists, met with painters, poets and intellectuals, and became famous for his portraits. He developed a career as a fashion photographer, notably for designers Paul Poiret and Elsa Schiaparelli. A tireless experimenter, he rediscovered the technique of “photograms” (abstract silhouettes of objects) that Tristan Tzara named “rayographs” and in 1929, with his new partner Lee Miller, developed the “solarization” technique. In 1940, after the fall of France, Man Ray left for the United States and met Juliet Browner, who became his wife and muse. He returned to Paris in 1951 and lived there until his death in 1976.

Man Ray is renowned for having revolutionized the art of photography, but he was also a painter, draughtsman, assembler of objects, sculptor, writer and filmmaker. It is this protean artist that we seek to discover or re-discover, through a true panorama of his works, which will enable us to comprehend Man Ray’s creative process and the importance of his art.

02/03/24

#Man Ray #genius of light #photography books #fashionbooksmilano

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knightyoomyoui · 9 months

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The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x Male Reader- CHAPTER 9: “The Reason Why”

PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB: CHAPTER 8 [Authorized For Responsibility]:

They continued arguing with each other until, suddenly, they were cut off by the sound of a ringtone coming from Sana's phone.

She grabbed it and looked at the screen. "Oh, it's from the Empire Chief", YN scoffed.

Sana answered the call, putting the phone near her ear. "Yuta, hey. Yeah, no, actually I was about to go out there and I talked to him about it." She glanced at YN.

She looked away from him and rather at Momo to make him hear less about what she was going to say to Yuta. "Personally, I think he could've done something. I feel like he chose to do nothing. Yeah, no, I'm with him right now. I'm looking right after him." Sana stared at YN, who returned with a higher intensity of gaze at her.

She lowered the phone and handed it to YN. "He wants to talk to you."

Agitated, he snatches the phone from Sana's hand and pressed it on his ear. "Sup, man. Yeah, I know what you told me about Monday. You said I have to make her get the W but this fool said she had it now. Let me just-" YN paused from talking and showed some wincing expressions on his face.

"Y-you're the Empire Chief. I got you."

He aggressively returned the phone back at Sana, bumping her hand before looking away to control his temper.

Sana listened to whatever Yuta is telling her until Momo and YN were taken aback when Sana burst out a laughter.

"W-what he's saying?" YN pokes Sana using the back of his hand.

"It's just an inside joke, don't worry about it."

YN just looked away again, he sulked as he felt offended that Sana didn't bothered not to share it to him and kept it as a secret.

"Wait, Yuta my music is about to hit soon. We'll talk later, okay?"

Right on the spot, the producers played her theme in the arena. They all heard it and probably Yuta behind the call too.

"Gotta go, Empire Chief. Bye bye!"

She dropped her phone to the table and tapped both Momo and YN as she rushes out of the curtain while YN followed the Honorary Muse from behind after high-fiving at Momo and leaving her cousin for a while.

Minatozaki Sana, the Honorary Muse for The Bloodline is currently having a match together with MAMAMOO's Solar for this week's Friday Night Knockdown.

In the ring, Sana lifts up Solar and throws her down with a powerslam. She walks out of the ropes and climbs at the turnbuckle. YN who is on the ringside watching along with Moonbyul, raises his finger to the sky.

Viewing Solar who is slowly rising back from her feet, Sana stood straight and was about to hit a double axe handle but she was caught by a dropkick by Solar, putting both of them down. YN covered his mouth in shock at the impact.

Back again at each other, Solar ran through Sana and dodges her attempted left hook, she went bouncing on those ropes and was about to give Solar a kick but the latter caught her feet in no time, they fell together until Sana decides to roll Solar for a pinfall.

"1...2.."

Solar kicks out. They both stood up again, and this time Solar seeks the momentum when she hit Sana with a leaping knee straight to her forehead. Solar covered Sana for the win.

"1...2..."

Sana kicks out. After some few moments of them exchanging attacks at each other, it led Solar sitting at the turnbuckle. Sana was about to her but the defense was activated to blow some knuckles atop of the Honorary Muse's head and a kick to make her kneel on the ground.

Solar starts to set off both her feet on the top rope but Sana charges again, now she tries to push off Solar but she gets ducked instead. Sana climbs at the corner and hooks Solar's head for a possible superplex but Solar fires hits on her midsection before ending it with a headshot to get rid of her.

Without no more distraction, Solar positioned like a frog at the top turnbuckle and slowly stands to fly away at Sana but instead, the outcome went opposite as Sana quickly backs up and finally pushes off Solar out of the ring. The height of her fall has what made Solar to unable to stand for a while after crashing to the ringside.

Sana grabs Solar and rolls her back in the ring. Going for another slam, Solar avoided it and chops Sana's chest, then ran through a hopes with a clothesline maneuver. Down on the mat, Solar climbs again on the turnbuckle but Sana rolls off the harm's way.

"And here comes Solar, going off the top rope, taking out Sana!" commentator Knight Yoo said as Solar targets Sana with a cannonball dive to continue the assault on her outside. Moonbyul cheers for Solar while YN is looking agitated at Sana's condition so far.

As the two fighters went back in the ring, Moonbyul and YN got into a confrontation. The referee saw them narrowing their gaps together as they argue and starts to warn them.

That didn't prevent YN to just unleash a thunderous superkick at Moonbyul, releasing his stress at her. Solar saw what happened, she was about to call out YN but Sana pulls her back and performs her Purple Thunderbomb signature move at Solar.

She pins her enemy "1...2..." but Solar kicks out at two. YN starts to encourage Sana to keep fighting and don't let herself get beaten.

With another sequence of attacks from two opposite profiles, Solar finally strikes a double axe handle at Sana to get dizzy. She makes the crowd to join her hype the finisher she's about to execute on Sana to finish the match, clapping her hands altogether with the chant saying "MAMAMOO".

"Solar got Sana where she wants her, but wait a minute; YN Myoui climbs to the ring to draw the ire of Solar!" Knight called on the right hand man's action as YN received a punch instead on Solar for doing that.

The distracted Solar got surprised by a roll up by Sana and the referee began to count.

"1...2.."

Solar kicks out. She tries to hit Sana with her finisher, the Decalcomanie spinning heel kick but Sana dodges. She stood behind, lift her off with her own attempt of the Purple Thunderbomb but Solar ducks under and flips Sana for another cover.

"1...2.."

Unknown to the referee, YN offers a back up as he push back Solar using his feet to her chest, allowing Sana to roll the pin against Solar.

"1...2...3!"

"YN Myoui with the kick, reverses, Sana with the win! YN hands the win for Sana!" Knight exclaims as the referee signalled for the bell to rang.

"Here's your winner, Minatozaki Sana!" the ring announcer Song Jihyo declares as YN slides to the ring and lifts the victorious Sana raising her fists. He patted her in the shoulder and sent her congratulations.

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"Tonight. Momo, you get the job done for The Bloodline just like I get the job done for The Bloodline." Sana said as she motivates Momo who is crossing her arm, scheduled also for a match tonight.

"Yeah, you're welcome though. You're welcome, Sana." YN said.

Sana furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "For what?"

"The Empire Chief wants me to give you the W and that's what I did, muse." YN explained.

"How?" Sana blurted. YN's stare began to increase its intensity again, not liking how this is going for him.

"Look, YN I get all of that on my own and for once I would like to appreciate a credit for me." Sana replied, pointing at herself. "Is that too much to ask?"

"Wait, Sana are you kidding me right now?" YN expresses his disbelief. "Yo, Momo! Tell me you saw that. Tell me you saw what happened back there."

"Nope, I didn't." Momo answered. "I missed it. I was watching Sana, and I'm learning a lot from you, muse." she said at Sana.

YN scoffs, turns his body around and seethes in his temper as he covers his face with his hands.

"And you have learned a lot from me, Momoring! Now, you're going to follow my footsteps. The former 3-time Southeast Asia Champion. Tonight, you're gonna be out there on your own and you're gonna ran through all of those fools to become the number one contender for the Southeast Asia Championship. That championship... is yours." Sana pours all of her inspiring message for Momo who is nodding at the words she listens to.

"You know what, after I level up tonight. When I embodied these fools, I'mma have me get a piece of a gold for myself too." Momo sweared.

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OCTOBER 21, 2023 | 1 WEEK LATER

Hirai Momo is scheduled for a fight against the leader of BLACKPINK stable, Lisa Manoban after their little altercation that happened back in the Fatal 4 Way match for the No. 1 Contender opportunity to face for the Southeast Asia Championship, in which costs both of them to lose.

The Bloodline members, the twins YN and Mina Myoui, the current Japan Combat Federation Tag Team Champions and the "Honorary Muse" Minatozaki Sana watches on the ringside for Momo while Kim Jisoo and Park "Rosé" Chaeyoung is there also to support Lisa.

During the match, Momo chops Lisa on the neck, ran through the ropes and fires a spinning leg bump to her. As she approaches Lisa, she throws her rather out of the ropes and blows a forearm at Momo's spine.

Lisa was about to position Momo for her signature 10 Beats Of Boombayah by hooking her arms each on the ropes but Momo struggles until she gives a hard elbow at the side of Lisa's face.

Lisa holds Momo's hands and tugged her arms down on the ropes to apply pain on her shoulder. Momo tried to reach Lisa but she dragged her out instead to the ringside.

Lisa sat and leaned her back on the steel steps to rest for a little but the adrenaline cursing over Momo won't let her be in peace as she charged at the hurting fighter with a rear bump, driving onto Lisa's weakened shoulder again.

Few minutes later, Lisa regained the advantage. She hooks the exhausted Momo's arms on the ropes and locks it before pounding her arms on her chest for the 10 Beats of Boombayah, with the crowd chanting the counts.

It was supposed to be just ten, but Lisa is too frustrated that she gave an extra five more beating at Momo as she slowly collapses on the apron after the breathtaking pounding that she received.

"Lisa and the BLACKPINK are all fired up here tonight guys." Knight said as Lisa stood in the corner and points at the crowd chanting along with the members for her. She starts to taunt her finishing move, the Shut Down kick.

She marches at Momo but avoids and rather unleashed a superkick on her face, it stumbled Lisa and bounced on the ropes only to elicit a high knee in return to Momo's face.

Lisa covers Momo "1...2..." but Momo kick out just before the referee shouts three.

That brought the Bloodline in shivers as they got nervous thinking Momo would almost lose there. Sana climbs on the apron and complains on the referee but Jisoo pulls her leg down, making her head bump on the ring. Mina to the rescue, gave Jisoo a superkick that sends her atop of the announce table.

Rosé came to avenge her partner as she charges at Mina and aggressively punches her but YN superkicks Rosé, joining her partner beyond the announce table.

"And now, the announce table gets put on the top of BLACKPINK! Rosé and Jisoo are trapped by The Myouis!" Knight exclaimed as he and his commentary partner Lee Kwangsoo watched their area get destroyed in order to use as a way to eliminate the fighters.

Lisa saw what happened, she climbs on the top turnbuckle and jumps at The Myouis witj a double clothesline.

She returns to the ring, Momo approached her and she gave her a weak albow due to how tired she already is.

As she was about to enter, Sana grabs Lisa's leg but ended up getting kicked only to allow Momo to kick the arm where Lisa's damaged shoulder is located.

Momo shouts her battlecry, she clutches on Lisa and slams her down with her finisher, the Ultra Urinagi before going for the cover.

"1...2...3"

Sana raised her fists up in joy as she witnessed her co-member and friend take the victory for The Bloodline, thanks to her help.

"Here is your winner, Hirai Momo!!!"

After the match, Sana enters and congratulates Momo while YN grabbed Lisa and threw her outside the ring.

Lisa still tried to fight back but she got cornered by all the four members of The Bloodline, assaulting her all at once.

YN commands Sana and Mina to grab some steel chairs on the timekeepers area and they did.

Momo sets up the weakened Lisa on the steel steps, YN steals the chair out of Sana's hand who got startled, Mina locked Lisa's bad arm on the chair while Momo continues to punch Lisa.

"Lisa Manoban is helpless, Rosé and Jisoo are still here buried under the announce table." Knight said.

"THIS IS FOR DISRESPECTING MY FAMILY!!!" YN yelled at Lisa, he hits the chair twice on the floor before proceeding to smash it on the chair where Lisa's bad arm is locked in.

"OH NO!!! HE'S TRYING TO BREAK LISA'S ARM! SOMEBODY STOP THEM!!!" Knight reacted pitifully as Lisa shouts in torment while YN repeatedly smashes the chair on her arm for 7 times.

"JUST GET THE DAMN SECURITY OUT HERE" Kwangsoo agreed on Knight.

Sana interrupts YN and asks him to stop before Momo and Mina lets go of Lisa, letting her clutch her damaged arm and grit in pain.

"You don't bad mouth, you don't cross the family, you don't cross the Bloodline. This is their primal domination." Knight said on the final shot of Momo, Mina, Sana and YN surrounding the viciously assaulted Lisa being checked upon by the medical team before the show ends.

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OCTOBER 28, 2023 | 1 WEEK LATER

After what happened to their leader Lisa Manoban in the merciless hands of The Bloodline, Rosè and Jisoo are out for payback against them.

They requested a match on General Manager Bang Sihyuk and he agreed, which he decided to make them face off against Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo.

As they made their entrance and wait in the ring, the camera shifts on The Bloodline behind the curtain, with Mina and YN cheering both Sana and Momo for their match tonight.

"YN, can I have a word with you for a sec?" Sana excused YN who looked at her seriously.

"Listen, tonight is a big night for us, okay?" Sana said as YN listened. "You understand what I'm saying here?"

"Let me guess, you don't want me to get involve tonight, don't you?"

"No, no. The exact opposite of that. Tonight is all hands on deck. Okay, last night was a bit of a black heart for The Bloodline. Yuta Nakamoto is not here yet, The Empire Chief is not here yet. When he gets here, the first thing he needs to see is all of our arms raised in victory, okay?" Sana continued.

"Look, a couple of weeks ago, you helped me against Solar. I saw it, so I need that tonight. Can you do that for me? Can you bring that energy tonight?"

YN nodded and slapped his title belt. "Yeah."

"There we go. Alright, lets go!" Sana clapped as all of them make their way out of the curtain while Momo's theme began playing in the arena.

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"Tag!"

After Jisoo successfully escaped Sana's control by giving her a dropkick to reverse the advantage, she made a tag to Rosé to prevent Sana from reaching Momo.

Sana tried to attack Rosé but she was greeted by a clothesline, then a shoulder tackle and a flying one as she increased the speed of her sprint through the ropes.

As Sana went to the corner, Rosé didn't stop her barrage of attacks as she fired a couple of splashes on the Honorary Uce before she got stopped with a boot to the face.

Sana ran through the hopes and attempts to hit Rosé with a crossbody but Rosé's strength enabled her to catch the enemy with a smile on her lips. Twisting the body, she planted Sana down in the mat before the referee counts the pin.

"1...2..."

Sana kicks out at two. "Panic in the eyes of The Bloodline, this is slipping away in the worst possible time." Kwangsoo commented as he viewed YN and Mina's nervous demeanor after Sana barely made it alive.

Rosé placed Sana bending under her, grabs her underneath to perform a powerbomb but as she had her in the air, Sana hammered her head to let go.

She stayed on the ropes, Rosé went closer but Sana shooed her away with an albow. Momo returned to the ring and tagged Sana who proceeded to went back at Rosé who lifted her up but Momo saved her with a superkick.

The stunned Rosé was pushed from behind by Sana for Momo to recieve and carry her instead for a Samoan Drop before doing another cover.

"1...2..."

All of The Bloodline's fingers raised was brought down again after they thought Momo almost had it but the BLACKPINK member fights back at two and a half count.

Momo watched Rosé stumbling on her knees and feets as she tries to stand back up. She clawed her head and slowly tugged it upward, leading it near to her face as she mocks.

"Who the hell do you think you are, huh?" Momo slapped Rosés head. "Do you know who we are?"

Momo attempted some blows on the sides of Rosés abdomen but she got it both locked within her own grasp. The two stared very between each other, their face and bodies closer, realizing that none of them could get released unless one of them should provide hurt as a key.

Rosé headbutts Momo who instantly felt that stinging pain in her forehead. She returned the same until both of them were now exchanging shots of headbutts, creating red spots and a slight cut of wound from Momo's head that caused her to bleed a little.

They ran from the ropes, until Momo launches a clothesline over Rosé, both fighters down in the ring.

Sana opens her hand, free for Momo to reinsert her into the match, so as Jisoo who is doing the same for Rosé.

Rose was the first to crawl faster and reach Jisoo but was followed afterwards by Momo who hurried at Sana. The two are now legal competitors to fight. Sana slapped Jisoo and strikes back with a slap of her own too.

They touched their aching cheeks and lip at the impact until Sana initiates a high boot at Jisoo before rotating her around and position her for the Purple Thunderbomb but Jisoo added pressure to her weight and wrapped Sana's head to a side headlock as she drilled repeated elbows on her skull.

She tried to run ahead but Sana grabs her outfit and pulled her back for another attempt of the Purple Thunderbomb but Jisoo's quick instincts helped her reverse the move, dragging Sana down and sets her up to a surfboard submission move. Mina went to the apron to cause a distraction but she ate a kick from Jisoo rather.

Sana rolls up Jisoo by hooking her leg from behind, looking to steal a victory. "1...2..." Jisoo kicks out, and dashes at Sana who countered her instead for an explorer suplex to the corner.

"Sana has now put Jisoo where she wants her, aiming for her Helluva Kick finishing manouver." Knight said as he watched Sana taunts Jisoo from the distance to show her face.

Sana runs but Jisoo dodges and kicks her to the back of her neck. The collapsed Sana is now available for Jisoo to climb on the turnbuckles and go crashing against her but Momo hangs on to her feet, not too long though as Jisoo pushes off her head.

That wasn't a bother to Sana as she mocks the preparing Jisoo to perform a moonsault but her intentions to trick the opponent was interrupted by YN who grabbed her feet and pulled her out of the ring.

"What are you doing?!" Sana looked at YN puzzledly.

"It's cool, she was about to jump on you!" YN reasoned.

"I had her, YN!" Sana said as she caressed her face irritatingly.

"Yeah, it ain't like it?!"

"I got a strategy, okay?"

"I was protecting you, Sana!"

Meanwhile, Momo sweeps off Jisoo's feet who is watching the two members of The Bloodline argue at each other. She walks over to the quarreling section where the two obvious and predictable people with beef at one another going out at it again.

"See! That's how you help, that's how you help, YN!" Sana compared Momo's action to YN's

"Oh really? I'm trying to help you out, Sana... but if you don't get out of my face right now, I'm about to get you!" YN warns Sana's unappreciative manner.

"Wait, calm down..."

"Hey, relax YN! Break it up, now!" Momo joins Sana on cooling off the pent-up boiling anger of YN, spreading her arms between the two but YN just keeps brushing off her hand.

Too busy with their argument, they weren't aware that Rosè just surprised every one of them by charging on their huddle, plowing both YN and Momo with a shoulder bump.

Sana re enters the ring to get out of the harms way, she called out Rosé for what she did before focusing her attention on the immovable Jisoo laying down on the ring. She grabbed her but in her shock, Jisoo rolled her up, hooking her leg while the other was tangled around on Jisoo's leg to make the cover unescapable.

"1...2...3!"

The bell rang. Knight and Kwangsoo reacted in astonishment as they saw Sana and Momo of The Bloodline lose over Jisoo and Rosé of BLACKPINK despite how that wasn't even suppose to end that way as from what they knew.

"Here are your winners, the team of Kim Jisoo and Rosé!!!"

"Again, the issues of Minatozaki Sana, YN Myoui and the rest of The Bloodline blew up in their faces here tonight. BLACKPINK with a huge win here on Knockdown." Knight stated as the crowd cheered for Rosé and Jisoo who successfully get their redemption and revenge for their leader, Lisa Manoban who is watching proudly on her home while resting.

"Minatozaki Sana and YN Myoui's tenious relationship here in Kyoto. They might be about to explode." Kwangsoo shares his thoughts as everybody is just watching Sana and YN continue to argue inside the ring while Momo and Mina just problematically witnessing their childish behavior.

Momo tries to calm down YN again but like earlier, he is swiping off her hand. Momo stares sharply at YN before his attention was stole by Mina who rotated him around to connect his deadly stare rather at her twin brother.

YN went silent for a second as she looked around again to see Sana and Momo's stressed faces before all them felt tense in their veins as they heard the familiar theme echoed inside the arena.

The Empire Chief has arrived in Kyoto.

"I believe there's gonna be a hell to pay." Knight said.

"The kids are in trouble." Kwangsoo replied.

As the beat drops from Yuta's theme, Knight followed his statement. "Daddy's home. The Highness Of The Land, The Leader Of The Bloodline, the current Japan Combat Federation World Champion Yuta Nakamoto with his Special Adviser Park Jinyoung, and the look on YN Myoui's face tells the story. This is gonna be a very uncomfortable conversation for the family."

YN has a troubled expression as they viewed his cousin make his entrance by raising his belt with the pyro popping off in the background before walking down in the ramp.

"You're done messed up, now you gotta face the consequences." Kwangsoo said as Yuta stops in his tracks and glanced at the four guilty members of his empire waiting for him to settle their issue altogether.

As Yuta enters the ring with Jinyoung, he showcased again his golden title belt to the crowd before Jinyoung requested a microphone for him.

He gave it to Yuta who cleared his throat before starting his speech off with his famous catchphrase. "Kyoto... RECOGNIZE ME!!!"

Most of the crowd puts up their ones to the sky to acknowledge the Empire Chief. Yuta was satisfied enough at the reception he got, nodding his head. "Alright, now it's time for me to recognize this elephant in the room."

"You two..." he said, referring to YN and Sana who looked at his back. "You wanna act like kids? Then we're going to treat you like kids."

"I don't believe that the air in the backstage is the same in the ring. I believe that the fighting and handling your business goes in the ring but you two just couldn't do that." Yuta said, with some hand gestures here and there.

"So this is what I want you to do. I want you two to put it all on the table." Yuta instructs both of them. "I want you two to let it all out because I want this problem fixed, RIGHT NOW."

Sana raised her mic to her mouth, taking the first move to speak." Well, uh...I'll be the first to admit that there's been a communication breakdown as of late, and I feel like it's pretty specifically with YN, right?" Sana said as she points her hand at YN who is glaring at her.

"So I'm going to be honest, I really don't understand what's been going on around here. I like you, YN. I've always like you." Sana said, making YN taken aback at her words as she tried not to make it obvious so he looked around by wearing a grumpy face.

"And we've always gather along but when I started to hang out with The Bloodline, I don't know what it is but you just can seem to stand me. I don't understand, Mina seems fine, Momo seems fine, everybody seems fine, except you and I just don't know what I did to offend you. I really don't but whatever it is, I'm sorry okay?"

"I just don't want this to keep going anymore, okay?" Sana said to YN who keeps on listening at her. The crowd started to applaud and cheer for Sana while Jinyoung patted her back. "T-thank you. Seriously, YN whatever I did... I'm sorry. Can we just be fine? Can we just bury the hatchet once and for all?"

Sana offers her hand for a peaceful handshake to YN who looked down at it seriously before inspecting her eyes again. Yuta, Mina, Jinyoung, Momo, and the rest of the crowd are eagerly waiting for whatever YN is going to respond according to Sana's apology.

"Sana, you only got two seconds to get that out of my face." YN said as he looked at Sana with fierce. Yuta clenched his lips, Momo and Mina shook their head disapprovingly, Jinyoung sighed and the crowd booed at YN.

Sana's mouth left agaped, in disbelief that YN still doesn't want to keep things pleasant. "I don't like you. I don't like your hair. I don't like your face. I don't like that scarf you wear. Hey! I don't even like her being around my family every single week. Hey sis this, let's go that, HEY! How do you think you're part of The Bloodline if you're not even blood! I didn't even know we're accepting butlers here from now on!" YN said as he criticized Sana.

"News flash for you, you will never be valued and worthy of serving our family because you don't belong with us and we don't need you!" YN harshly told Sana who frowned. "Nobody in this group likes you, I'm the realest out here who's gonna say this to your face that you're just a fake muse!"

"You know what's the difference between you and me is? I share blood for every single members out here because it's my family! Don't make them look like yours!" YN exclaimed with rage. "Are you gonna do it?! Will you?! I'm asking you a question-"

"Why are you yelling at me?! I'm trying to make peace, The Empire Chief says he wants peace!"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT THE EMPIRE CHIEF SAYS!"

The crowd elicited a loud shocked "ooohhhhh!" reaction at YN's outburst that ultimately crossed the line, especially looking at Yuta's enlarged eyes and dead expression after hearing what YN said to him.

The crowd's noise becomes louder and louder the more Yuta turns his head slowly at YN who is looking at him with seriousness. Jinyoung is covering his mouth, Mina buried her head on her arms at the corner, Momo just looked away at the scene, Sana is just stunned at what she's witnessing.

Yuta stood closer at YN and eyed him intimidatingly as the crowd chants "YOU FUCKED UP!" at YN.

"Yuta, hey look. What YB said was very messed up but... he didn't mean that. Right, YN? You didn't mean that." Sana said in defense for YN, barricading Yuta from him with her arm.

YN whispered, agreeing on Sana. "Seriously, Yuta he didn't mean that, okay? YN has gone through a lot, he's been through a lot, he's just not himself right now, okay?"

Sana continues to plead for Yuta to spare YN from his rude behavior. "He might be a hothead but I believe he doesn't want to get close with me is because he's uhm.... shy shy shy?~" she said as she did a little dance to imitate her sing song tone to tease YN, wiggling her shoulders and knocking her fists adorably along with her small voice.

Both Yuta and YN looked weirdly at her before Yuta lured his gaze away to smirk and oppress his chuckle while YN whispered "Really, Sana?" unbelievably at the unserious and bubbly muse.

The crowd began chanting SHY SHY SHY and that effectively infected Mina and Momo to slowly laugh silently at the expanded humor. Yuta couldn't help but to grin widely too at what Sana just did including Jinyoung.

As Yuta continues to stay speechless, the crowd erupted with cheers and applaud for the cute act of Sana before he switches glances at the Honorary Muse who is amused at what she has done.

"Is that what's been going on around here?" Yuta confusedly asked at YN. "I-is that because you're acting... SHY SHY SHY at Sana?!"

Yuta looked strangely at YN who is covering his face with his hands so that he could hide the uncontrollable laughter he's trying to contain and make himself not vulnerable from Sana's contagious charm.

Yuta was about to place his arm wrapped around YN's neck, the latter saw his grinning face causing him to finally broke out at how difficult it is, suppressing his laughter as he squeezed his clenched fists on his mouth.

"Stay here, stay right here would you?" Yuta said as YN wanted to distance himself a bit to avoid himself laughing out loud at Yuta's hilarious look.

"Here's what we gonna do. If you still don't work yourself being SHY SHY SHY around Sana again, I'm gonna do something you ain't gonna like." Yuta warned YN who is still couldn't calm himself down from his cackles because of Sana's newly made catchphrase.

"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary"away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.

YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.

The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.

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Thundertober Day Ten: Mute

This one had been a difficult one to write because the muse wasn't there for it, so I hope it turns out okay. The premise fits the prompt, I think? Also, first time writing The Mechanic! He was fun to explore a little!

AO3 here

Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight ~ Nine

Warnings for: None today! Thunderbird Five has gone offline. Tracy Island are in a panic. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy @mrmustachious (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Silence had never been quite this loud.

And all they could do was wait.

At first, they’d thought it had been a glitch in the system. Then, they’d thought it was an unfunny prank pulled by Alan, or maybe even EOS. Then, after twenty minutes of trying to raise them, they finally had begun to believe the worst.

Thunderbird Five had gone offline and all the comms were receiving nothing but static.

The Mechanic had watched the family bounce ideas around for the last five minutes, standing on the sidelines as still as a statue. He was fairly certain that most of them had forgotten he was there. He didn’t care. Today was supposed to have been the day he’d left the island. After helping International Rescue with their mission to save their father, he knew he’d already probably outstayed his welcome, but now, reading the room of sullen faces, he guessed he’d be spending some more time on the rock whilst whatever this was was sorted.

Jeff Tracy sat at his desk, hands cradling his head. Virgil was working with Brains, trying to figure out a way of rebooting the system from the island. Grandma was glaring at the hologram screen, as though scaring the system into submission was the answer. Spoiler: it wasn’t. Gordon had just come in from a morning swim, his hair still soggy from the pool, and he had taken up residence on one of the couches, observing Scott as he paced backwards and forwards.

The Mechanic found himself staring at him too. It was borderline mesmerising, but one hundred percent annoying. The man was going to burn a hole in the floor if he kept it up. Whilst Gordon’s eyes were filled with silent desperation, visibly trying to work out a way to help his oldest brother work through whatever was filling his head, the Mechanic watched on with impatience. After a few more paces back and forth, he found himself standing in Scott’s path. He was unapologetic, even when Scott shot him a cold glare. Those blue eyes had never seemed more icy.

“Out of my way.” He demanded, attempting to side-step the Mechanic with little effect.

The Mechanic simply blocked his path again.

“Stop pacing.”

“It helps me think.”

“Well, it distracts me.”

“As if you’re thinking of a way to help.”

“At the moment, it looks like you need all the help you can get, Tracy.”

“Why are you even still here?”

“I was supposed to be leaving.”

“Then why aren’t you—”

“H-Hey!”

It was probably the loudest the Mechanic had ever heard Brains be and, in the otherwise silent lounge, it was startling. Both of them stopped their squabble, which was seeming to be incredibly petty now they were being pulled back to the situation at hand, and turned to face Brains.

“N-None of this arguing is going to help.”

“What will help, Brains?” Jeff Tracy mumbled his question, his head still in his hands.

If he had hated the man the Mechanic might have pitied him, but he found himself holding a great amount of respect for the Tracy patriarch. Not only had the man survived eight years of hell on the outer reaches of the solar system, but he had returned home seemingly unchanged. Despite all that had happened, all that he had done, Jeff Tracy found it in his heart to be gracious to the Mechanic. Although he wasn’t quite as welcoming as Grandma had become, Jeff was far more generous than his son had proved to be, which was understandable but it had still taken him by surprise.

They say to judge a man on how he treats his inferiors, but the Mechanic was more inclined to believe in judging a man based on how he treated his enemies.

“We c-can’t establish a connection from down here.” Brains explained slowly, as though his mind was still racing through other options.

“So, we go up there and reestablish a connection.” Scott suggested, pushing past the Mechanic to reach his father’s desk.

Jeff lifted his head to meet his son’s expectant gaze. There was so much tiredness in that man’s eyes, the Mechanic noticed sadly. Home again, only to have two of his sons facing danger already so soon.

“Alan took Three, son.”

“Call Casey. Ask her if we can borrow one of the GDF’s ships.”

“E-Even if she allowed you, Scott, there would be n-no point.”

Scott whirled on the engineer. “What? Why?”

“Because,” the Mechanic began to explain, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “you won’t be able to dock an unknown ship to Five if her systems are still down.”

It was probably down to Scott’s extreme dislike of the Mechanic for all of his past sins which, again, was understandable, but the glare that was directed toward him was slightly unsettling, even for him. “No-one asked for your opinion.”

“He is right, Scott.” Virgil chirped up, apology seeping from his tone. “Besides, with Three still docked, there would be no way to—”

“So we go up there and reestablish connection from Three!”

Scott seemed to regain some sort of life. No longer was he pacing but almost bounding down toward the light fixtures, and his way down to the hangers below. “Tell Casey I’m on my way.”

He was gone before any of them had the opportunity to talk it through with him. None of them made a move to follow him, whether that was out of fear (which was unlikely given this family) or because they hadn’t worked out what the Mechanic had already begun to fear.

Despite the amount of stairs — seriously, was there not an elevator down to these bunkers that was closer? — the Mechanic made it down within a few minutes. He was banking on Scott making a few last minute adjustments to Thunderbird One. He’d guessed right. By the time he made it to the hangers, Scott was just standing from Brains’ mobile lab.

His face fell when he took in the sight of the Mechanic. “What are you doing here?”

“Coming with you.”

Scott almost laughed. Had the situation not been so dire, he probably would have done. “No. You’re not.”

For the second time that day, Scott attempted to push past him. This time, the Mechanic took hold of his arm before he could continue on his way. “Listen, Tracy, you don’t know what you’re going to find up there.”

“My brothers, with any luck.” He spat, tugging his arm free from the Mechanic’s grasp. “And I don’t need your help in finding them.”

“What caused the blackout, Tracy?”

As predicted, Scott didn’t answer.

“Why is there no communication from Thunderbird Five?”

When Scott still didn’t offer a reply, the Mechanic asked his final question.

“Why haven’t your brothers been able to fix this yet?”

“Because they need help!”

It was such a Tracy response. The Mechanic almost felt sorry for the man for not being able to come up with another explanation. Slowly, he nodded. “Probably, yes. But you’re missing the bigger picture, Tracy.”

“Which is what?”

“Your satellite doesn’t just go offline. Your comms don’t just get muted. I’ve hacked into your systems before, I’ve worked with your computers. I know it isn’t as simple as a minor inconvenience.”

Scott sighed, growing impatient once again. “So?”

The Mechanic could tell he was just itching to get into the skies, to solve this conundrum, but he knew that without a proper plan in place that considered an array of contingencies, Scott would probably be walking straight into a trap.

“So.” He pushed past Scott this time, heading straight for his tall, shiny ‘bird. Behind him, he heard shoes scuffle to catch up. “So, there’s something else going on. So, I don’t think you can handle that whilst you’re being emotional. So, I’m coming with you.”

It made the most logical sense to him, even if Scott was still seemingly against the idea.

The bigger picture still had pieces missing, but even the Mechanic knew something was going on that didn’t quite add up. If he wasn’t still locked behind bars, he would have bet on the Hood being involved.

Something was happening, and muting communications from Thunderbird Five was only the start.

“Fine.” Scott begrudgingly agreed. Whether it was down to time or whether it was because he’d finally seen sense, The Mechanic didn’t care for his tone. “But, at least for the flight over, I don’t want to hear you even breathe, got it?”

“F.A.B.”

#thundertober 2023 #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #the mechanic #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go

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elusivedaydream · 1 year

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Hymn to Duke Aim

Ave the Great Strong Duke Aim

You are Master of the Flame

From the Desert Winds of the South you arrive

Your nature of Solar Fire helps us to thrive

Body of a man with three heads you have

A serpent is one, yet another a calf

A man with two stars on your forehead

On a viper with firebrand, a dutiful warhead

Bestower of wit

Rhetoric

Writing skills and rhyme

Your creative inspiration is divinely sublime

Remover of every creative block

In personal matters, the truth you unlock

The number of officials you have is twenty-six

Approached with respect, you return with friendliness

Oh Duke Aim, most numinous muse

With your ever-burning flame please ignite my fuse

#demonolatry #demonic divine #infernal divine #goetic demons #hymn #satanic #goetia #occult #dukeaim #dukeaym #demonolatry hymn #pagan

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searsage · 1 year

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"He's not well Shaxx..I'm under strict orders to keep visiters out..even the vanguard.." Saladin warned

"So it's true.." Shaxx breathed incredulously, there was a dangerous hysterical lilt to the warlord's voice..

"I was told… they were one in the same, the warmind and the Exo I met, is that true..?"

"I don't have those answers for you Shaxx…if your lucky you'll catch Ana before she hits orbit, ask her all you want, put that fire to rest and return to your watchful eye over your newlights…he..he can't answer those question for you.."

"He's in there, isnt he? Why is he hiding.. I want to see the warmind that slayed the iron lords.." The titan snapped impatiently, it was as if only half his words made it through the man's thick helmit, Saladin couldn't understand why the crucible vendor was so kayed up, but also feared it may escalate if he didn't get rid of the titan quickly.

"He's under observation, with strict orders to stay inside, he won't come out to meet you old friend, as I said no one goes in no one comes out.." Saladin grits,

Shaxx remained silent save for a tight sigh bellowing hot steam from the gaps inbetween tense man's helmet, the singular horn on his helmet shift as his gaze drifts back to the keep's doorway.

"I wanted to ask it..the warmind, if it knew his answer to my question, Felwinter…he never-.. No, I need to see it, I need to see him.." Shaxx mused darkly his words only solidifying his manic resolve.

But even then Saladin could feel the thirst for violence exuding from the furious titan, not that he ever had a good read on the impulsive warlord, nor could the Valus comprehend what was upsetting the man so deeply that he'd single handedly fight his way up the mountain to satify his curiosity.

What was lord Felwinter to him…?

Saladin's eyes widened as brief realisation washed over the older titan, but before Saladin could even open his mouth to inquire about the comment the titan starts pushing forward his shoulders squared in defiant determination, solar energy steaming in his bare scar covered palm, the cabal stand idle, knowing better then to interfere.

He'd made quite an impression at the foot of the peak…

"Stand down Shaxx, Your making a mistake.." Saladin warns his eyes nerrowing as he moved to block the men's warpath. His words however were lost on deaf ears, the stubbron warlord never listened, not during twilight gap and certainly not now..

Saladin's teeth grit in frustration..

On the outskirts of the keep's snow dusted grounds the empresse's legionaries watch on with silent intrigue as the last of the iron lords stands against the vanguard's warlord.

#lord shaxx #lord felwinter #lord saladin #Resputin #Cabal #Destiny2 #destiny the game #Lord Felwinter/lord shaxx #Felshaxx #Heart broken titans and inconsolable #Poor babie aint sure if he's ready to puch this little guys head in or hug him #Saladin's making the right call #Drama #The Lord of the Machine #warmind rasputin #rasputin d2

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solar beam — does your muse have any plants that they care for? do they have a green thumb or are they prone to killing plants?

//Yep! She's pretty good at gardening; since she lived in Floaroma, she ended up growing some of her own vegetables. At first, it was to fit in, then she found she liked it. She's got a small patch in back, and some sitrus bushes in the front of her house.

//However. After the events of the time loop and her parents returning, she realized that she needed more support, so... she harvested the berries from the front of her house, and hasn't been back much since. Still, she is thinking about some hardy flowers for the window boxes of the jubilife apartment.

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Hi I hope you’re doing well :))!

I was looking at my solar return chart and I can tell I will be going through a major transformation next year, assumably through myself because of that 8h stellium but also possibly through my career.

I make music and act, do you see any indications of that taking off or anything related to widespread attention in the entertainment field next year? I have sun conjunct saturn in my 8h Sr chart can you explain what that means? Do you see any indications of me traveling or moving next year?

Thank you so much for your time !!!

hello, I am doing okay - hope you are doing well too :)

i agree you will be going through some changes with the inclusion that your 8h is ruled by uranus! and uranus is in the 10h - so you changes with be seen by all those around you!

question one: I appreciate your inclusion of these objects/asteroid in your chart particularly vertex, fama (which i don't use as just fame but as the god equivalent “pheme” personification of fame, the renown, rumors, and the goddess of many eyes, ears, and tongues - which may be perfect for acting!), and euterpe (muse of music). what i would recommend to look at is orpheus (the singer), apollo (god of music), and melpomene (muse of acting) in your chart. it would be a good indicator to have these in the 1h (being seen as some who is a singer or actor), 5h (actively preforming), 6h (smaller parts and jobs doing singing or acting), 10h (being noticeable remarked in your profession, having big parts, or the change in how you are seen in society). these objects and asteroids are great to see at fame degrees (1°, 2°, 11°, 17°, 29°) or when aspecting the ruling planet of the houses pervious mention if they aren't already sitting in those houses (for you (just-some-indie-chick): sun (1h ruler), mars or pluto (5h rulers), jupiter (6h ruler), and mars (10h ruler)).

that being said with the ones i have in front of me... euterpe is your bestie here being at 1° and aspecting pluto with a rather tight orb. so long as you are actively putting yourself out there performing and releasing your work, you may find yourself being approached for your singing talents! with vertex aspecting jupiter you may get a smaller gig that sends you into the social atmosphere of where you wish to go in your career long term.

question two: sun (8h) - saturn (8h): positive aspects: you could find yourself going back to your roots and exploring the life of your father. this could be a psychology exploration as well, in which you are healing and exploring you past relationship with him and the emotional intimacy there. you may do best to remember “slow and steady” wins the race when your ambitions are involved - do not quit because it’s taking too long or it’s not easy. “anything easy is not worth having.” negative aspects: this could indicate the death of a father or perhaps the loss of a connection with a fatherly figure. you could experience some sort of delay in the realm of intimacy or transformation in which you have a set expectation. you may appear depressed or as though you are having a crisis during this year.

question three, part one: if we want to evaluate being a traveller i recommend looking at mercury, jupiter, hermes (because mans was even capable of going to hell and coming back with souvenirs), midas (who became a wander/nomad), and odysseus/ulysess (a true adventurer, in my opinion). after that we want to evaluate them being in virgo or gemini for familiar travel or sagittarius for foreign travel, being in the 3h or 9h house, being at (3°, 9°, 15°, 21°, 27°), then whether they aspect mercury, jupiter, or the ruler of your 3h or 9h (for you (just-some-indie-chick): mercury (3h ruler) and/or jupiter or neptune (9h rulers).

with what i have in front of me... virgo ruling over your 3h could be great for local travel and staycations within your area (especially at a cancer degree could be exploration of your hometown or in a culinary district) - perhaps you will be staying in a place near by but that you haven't really explored much of. you may run into some troubles though given mercury in the 8h. you may find one morning you have a flat tire, your car battery died, that the manager at the front desk wants to charge you more for something that is “wrong in your room” or because “the mini bar was open.” my advice here get your car inspected and take picture of rooms you stay in upon check in and before you leave the room at any point - could always be the staff and not you. 8h mercury could also be great for just recharging and renewing your energy at any point. pisces 9h with both neptune and jupiter present makes me feel like - if you aren’t expecting some type of graduation or religious commencement - you will definitely travel abroad. some warnings given the jupiter conjunct chiron: currency (i usually see this in people who go abroad and have no clue what the “new” currency means - do some research so you aren’t handing out too much (some people will just take it) or too little (you could insult someone), fashion more so how little or much you are wearing (some countries have fashion customs - try to look into where you are traveling so you don’t offend those living there or their culture), etiquette (i feel like general research should be done with pisces ruling this house (pisces tends to be a bit in the clouds on a good day) but with this conjunction your knowledge of the culture will either hinder or harm how others treat you while abroad - maybe it’s in how they eat, how they greet one another, door holding - just look up “things to know when travelling in ___” or “proper etiquette in ___”). lastly, imma play mom for a moment - it’s wonderful to see venus here conjunct jupiter. you could met a handsome masculine BUT beware of a tinder swindler moment - we want none of that. try to keep aware that you have only known them for a short amount of time - don’t ask them to hold your purse, don’t invite them back to your place without taking a picture with them and maybe seeing their ID (take a pic of that too) - i would hate to see you get swindled by someone you thought was a good person.

question three, part two: if we’re evaluating whether you are moving or not we want to look at the moon, 4h, hestia, and vesta. hestia and vesta are both homemakers in their respective myth cultures. good signs that you are moving that year are 4h moon, 4h cancer, cancer moon, 4h hestia and/or vesta, 4h/moon/hestia/vesta at a cancer degrees or in cancer (4°, 16°, 28°), and/or the fourth house ruler (for you (just-some-indie-chick): venus)/hestia/vesta aspecting the moon.

with what i have in front of me… the outlook is unlikely - with a the moon in gemini and trining mercury, you will likely find yourself constantly on the move - too much so to be buying or renting a new place!

hope this helps!

a.d.

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