#zig zag creations

[jayden-killer]

DREAMS ARE MY REALITY. (pt.3)

[part 1] [part 2]

What would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed...?

A/N: I perfectly know this chapter doesn't really make sense, I just ran out of ideas...

Taglist (write me down in the comments if you want to be added!): @strxngegirl @d1lf-loverrr @laysmt @musicalhistorical @souichi-sbitch @majestic-jazmin

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Perhaps I had exaggerated previously with Miguel. Maybe I should have told him differently, and I shouldn't have been so…blunt. There was something in my little head that told me I'd hurt him. That he was probably standing in the shower thinking about what I told him. It was a hard pill to swallow. Hearing someone suddenly tell you that you were all an invention, a drawing... And I probably shouldn't even have told him. I took a deep breath, even as I anxiously swung my leg, constantly moving it. Nervous tic, yes I know. I glanced at the clock: 10.47 am.

We just needed this! Miguel would have taken care of my house in my absence, right? Or maybe not… I could picture him sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, with a tub of Stracciatella ice cream from my freezer, and a blanket over his legs, sobbing at the hard truth as he watched “Gossip Girl.” Poor Miguel. He had already suffered, this was the cherry on top. Perhaps, on the way back, some pizzas would cheer him up. Did he like pizza?

For God's sake! This whole situation had led me to lose track of time, and this had meant that my commitments had been postponed until late in the morning!

«Oh, no… I have to go to the office too! I have to collect those cards, damn it!». I zig-zagged around the room, looking for the first clothes I found in front of me, and in fact my choice was very questionable, because I was wearing baggy trousers and a crumpled shirt. However, my hair looked no better than my clothes. Upon returning, a shower wouldn't have hurt. I began to rush downstairs and collect the last things, i.e. shoes and work backpack, but in my haste, I went back and climbed the stairs very quickly. Miguel would have been engulfed in a state of confusion, and he would have thought I had disappeared. Or maybe not. He's not stupid!

«Miguel» My fist pounded insistently on the door «I have things to do today, plus I'm mega late for work; so, you won't find me since…» I took a quick look at my watch. «Now on! I've got to go, make yourself at home» I didn't wait for an answer from Miguel, I didn't even know if he had heard me, but it didn't matter, because those papers on the desk wouldn't have filled in by themselves. I hurriedly put on my shoes and ran, hoping to make up for the time lost this morning. The air was humid and so warm; this wasn't what I was planning for today. Running wasn't the perfect choice too: I would have arrived all sweaty and tired.

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«Where did they go?». Miguel looked around bewildered, eyebrows arched down with an expression of pure confusion. Had they left him there without warning him? You without even saying goodbye? He clicked his tongue in disappointment and put on the gray shirt he was given. It fit a little tight, like the washer had shrunk the clothes after a wash, but this made him notice that it accentuated his six pack abs even more. He didn't make a fuss about it, after all it was all that person owned, and he would even have to thank them when he got back. Looking in the mirror a hand traced the outline of his jaw, going up to the left cheek. Miguel couldn't help but think that he seemed strange to be a fictional character. He had always felt real, like a real human being. It was difficult for him to think that it was a creation. All this was complicated for him. His thoughts drifted elsewhere and he began to think about how to fix his Gizmo. Lyla was not available in any way, precisely because his four-dimensional clock was out of order. He snorted in pure anger, then remembered that there was no point in getting angry, and that keeping calm was, of course, the best option; so he went down to the living room and took a look at the mess that surrounded the room.

«Dios mio, que pasò aquì?» Miguel exclaimed. His eyes weren't met with a pretty sight. There were cloths strewn everywhere, books and papers on the tables and floor, and even crockery that hadn't been washed. Miguel felt a sense of generosity overwhelm him, deciding that it wouldn't hurt if he tidied up the house. After all, he owed his host a debt. For him the day seemed to pass quite quickly (this was because he was busy with household chores), mopping the floor, dusting the furniture and sorting dirty clothes from clean ones, all to the musical accompaniment of Manuel Chao albums. It was 5 in the afternoon and he collapsed on the sofa, exhausted. He hadn't happened to do all these chores even at his house, but perhaps this was due to the order he maintained in his laboratory and apartment. Miguel hated dirt, so he hated mess. Now the house gave off a delicate clean scent and the man felt satisfied. But as soon as his back leaned against the back of the sofa, some keys turned in the lock of the main door and Miguel pricked up his ears: it was only the landlord who had left him in the morning, now with two pizza boxes in his hands and a plastic bag. «I'm back. Hey, what's that clean smell? I don't remember cleaning».

«That's because I cleaned».

«Oh».

«Yeah». Miguel took a breath and took the pizza boxes into his hands, depositing them on the kitchen island. They looked around and immediately realized that Miguel had cleaned their house while he was away. «Did you do everything yourself?» Miguel nodded and leaned his arms on the island. «But...why?».

«Because I had to repay. I am your guest now, consider me as a sorta of roommate. Ah, and because there was a mess everywhere».

They let out a laugh upon hearing that confession, shook their head and placed their hands on his hips. “I owe you one. Or maybe more».

«More than one» Miguel pointed out.

«Okay, O'Hara. I'll go wash my hands and then we'll eat this good pizza, yes?».

«Que chingados me ocurrió…».

He had to admit it, Miguel had never felt so welcome that this felt strange. His family had mistreated him so many times during his life that a proposition as trivial as simple as eating pizza with a person he had met that very morning seemed unreal. He'd felt strange and confused, but part of him couldn't take it. He wanted to make things better. He really wanted to help this time and be friendly. Even if that would take a long, long time, according to him. He nodded a second time, seeing his host walk away towards the bathroom. He breathed in and out, and ran a hand through his hair.

#marvel x reader #marvel imagine #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #atvs #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you #miguel o' hara x you #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman

[chipotle-aristotle-sonz]

The Plight of the First-born Son

Pressure doesn't always lead to the creation of diamonds. Or, in which Aegon is crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms. ----- “What kind of a brother steals his sister’s birthright?”

Dialogue from House of the Dragon and Fire and Blood by George R. R. Martin is used.

3.8k words.

Spoilers for future events in hotd!!!

Wow, what a depraved loser lol

Aegon's character is much more complex than it is depicted in the show (as of yet). So, as seen here, I have a headcanon that Aegon really tries to be a decent King until Blood and Cheese happens. I've also elected to ignore the moment when Rhaenys comes up through the floor on Meleys because wtf. So the beast Helaena is referring to is Aegon and B&C, and not the dragon Meleys.

@/joobobby on ao3!

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“Aegon at first refused to be a part of his mother's plans to crown him, insisting Rhaenyra was heir. However, Ser Criston Cole, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, convinced him that should Rhaenyra take the throne, Aegon and his brothers would be executed. Eustace insists that only this persuaded him to take the crown.” (A Wiki of Ice and Fire)

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Aegon lay there shrouded in darkness, drifting in and out of consciousness, his favoured Arbor red wine warming his belly and fogging his mind. 

The shrine the prince was stashed under by the White Worm was uncomfortable, but he was too inebriated to care. It was better, safer than being in the castle. There, he was free of the eyes of his family, of his mother. There, he was free to drink himself to death; a sinful wastrel, shielded from his doom under the watchful and judging eyes of the Gods. 

‘Their gaze still remains kinder than that of Mother’s.’

Just as Aegon was finally and mercifully granted his ever-desired peaceless sleep, he was ripped from the safety of his hiding spot in the Grand Sept by two pairs of hands. 

‘It seems even the Gods cannot bring themselves to favour me.’  

The stumbling prince, with a mind still heavily affected by his syrupy sweet poison, and eyes struggling to adjust to the light of the Sept, was held up and jostled about by the twins: Sers Arryk and Erryk Cargyll, Knights of the Kingsguard. 

“Where is the White Worm?” The prince muttered with a shaky voice as panic began to settle in him. 

“She sold you for a price,” one of the twins replied, struggling to keep him still. The drunkard was certain he was going to be sick if they kept this up. ‘Just keep me fucking still at least.’

“And why have you paid it?” Aegon said with a pained and slurred voice, his mind still far too sluggish and stuck on the betrayal. He needed to feel safe again, to feel some form of comfort. As the twins failed to answer, he began to wonder if a single soul was willing to favour him just once. Or if he even deserved to be favoured, protected. 

“I want my mother.”

‘The mother who hates you, hits you, is disgraced by your very being, and claims that you are no son of hers?’

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As the two renowned knights dragged and pushed the future King through the great doors of the Grand Sept and to his fate, Aegon froze. The prince, who could barely stand on his own two feet in his current predicament, saw his golden opportunity to escape their clutches, in the form of none other than his mother’s two golden boys.

There, before the warring trio, stood the fearsome Prince Aemond “One-Eye”, younger brother to Aegon, and Ser Criston Cole of the Kingsguard. 

Elation took over, and Aegon suddenly elbowed the twins, leaving them to Ser Criston. He fled, a crazed giggle escaping him as he zig-zagged his way down the steps and toward his freedom… Short-lived freedom.

‘Fucking Aemond.’

His younger brother, much taller than he, tackled him to the ground. 

Aegon, still consumed by his fit of manic giggles, thought that this must look ridiculous to any onlookers. Two Targaryen princes, one to be crowned King and supposed to be the very image of power and royalty, rolling about on the ground, both trying to gain the upper hand. ‘Do I strike the image of Aegon the Conqueror?’

“I was hoping you disappeared,” drawled Aemond “One-Eye”, ever the good soldier and perfect son, tasked with the burden of searching for his drunken fool of a brother. ‘The pompous twat can’t even bring himself to look at me.’

“Is our father truly dead?”

“Yes. And they’re going to make you king,” he spat back, holding Aegon down with ease, his usually carefully coiffed hair unkempt. ‘Not so perfect now,’ Aegon thought, bitter and spiteful glee consuming him. And Aegon, ever the menace and in an attempt to escape him, spat in Aemond’s remaining eye. Cruel satisfaction took over as he heard Aemond let out a loud sound of disgust and annoyance, and he got to his feet. Yet again, in vain. 

“Let me go!” He screamed and struggled against Aemond’s arms, desperation slowly overcoming him, “Brother!”

The prince could not stop screaming, pleading for Aemond to release him. ‘I cannot rule, brother, please! Surely you must see this too.’

“I have no wish to rule! I have no taste for duty, I’m not suited!”

“You’ll get no argument from me,” came his voice from behind him. And, in a frantic last-resort effort, Aegon whirls around in his little brother’s arms and grasps his face in his hands, cradling him and begging for him to see reason.

“Let me go, and I’ll find a ship and sail away, never to be found,” he implored, certain he resembled a madman. Aegon knew he had no real right to ask this of him. For the two Targaryen princes never really knew or understood each other enough for love to be felt. In truth, Love seemed to be a mere obligation for the Targaryen royal family. Alas, the first-born son was desperate. And he would plead to the little brother he could’ve adored for his freedom. 

They remained like that for a few moments. ‘There,’ Aegon thought, as hope overcame him. There, as they stood and stared at each other, Aegon saw the seeds of temptation take root in his brother’s mind. Aegon could feel another fit of deranged laughter bubbling up inside as he saw the prospect of a new life start to take shape in his mind. A life free of his family and a life for his family, free of him. He watched with bated breath as the ever-dutiful son flirted with the alluring opportunity to have what he, as the second-born son, could never have; what he's always wanted. Power, success, and respect that he didn’t need to work tirelessly to gain… The Iron Throne practically in his grasp. ‘Let this be my gift to you, little brother. We were unable to find common ground growing up. Let this be proof enough that, if born and raised in different circumstances, I could’ve loved you as you were and are. You were always more suited for the responsibilities of being King… Even Mother believes it to be true… Perhaps I only ever envied you.’

But alas, it really did seem that even the merciful Seven could not bring themselves to shine their light upon the soon-to-be Usurper King.

Ser Criston Cole, victorious in the confrontation with the twins, approached the two princes, placing a hand on Aegon’s shoulder.

“The Queen awaits,” Criston said, ever Her Grace’s loyal lap dog. ‘Do you never tire of being my mother’s bitch, Cole?’ 

Aegon had to quickly compose himself as he felt a rapidly forming lump in his throat, “Rhaenyra is heir to the throne, not me, Cole. What kind of a brother steals his sister’s birthright?” he spat, the realisation that he would still be crowned making him pale. ‘Maybe if I throw up on them, I could escape. Tempting.’

“The kind of brother who would not wish for his brothers, sister-wife, mayhaps even children to be put to the sword, my Prince. The Bitch Queen would not hesitate to execute you all if it meant ridding herself of any challenge to her and her bastard’s succession. I am afraid you must come back to the castle, willingly or not. These are the Queen’s orders.”

And as all memories, ‘Or lack thereof’, of himself, his family and Rhaenyra came rushing to the surface, Aegon the Usurper found himself being guided by Ser Criston and Aemond back to the Red Keep. ‘She’s never truly liked us, that much is evident… Please, at least try to forgive me, sister.’

(Another relationship gutted by the cursed steel of the Iron Throne.)

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The rest of that fateful day was a foggy mess to Aegon. He could vaguely remember being force-fed some bread, and the rest of his memories are of him and Helaena just sitting in awkward, heavy silence, both preparing to meet their maker on the morrow. ‘Crowned King and Queen of Westeros before the eyes of thousands. Both not wanting the burden… Well, there is no telling or saying with certainty what Helaena ever wants; perhaps aside from more bugs to fill her collection and the void in her lonely heart.’

On the day of the coronation, Aegon found himself slumped in a carriage alongside his mother, the now-Dowager Queen Alicent, staring blankly at the bleak wall, hungover and ready to face his doom.

“Have the decency to look grateful. Do you know what has been done to give you this day?” Queen Alicent began, leaning over to converse with the son she loved dearly but could not bring herself to like, “In an hour you will be King.”

“And my father never wanted this.”

“That’s not true,” she sighed, sounding exhausted. (The cloak of righteousness weighs heavy on the shoulders and heart, Lady Hightower.)

(“Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are.”)

“He had twenty years to name me heir and never did. Steadfastly, he upheld Rhaenyra’s claim,” he said, a disbelieving smile slowly making its way onto his face.

“He changed his mind.”

“No,” Aegon chuckled, unable to accept or begin to comprehend his mother’s delusions, “No, he could have but he never did. Because he didn’t like me.”

‘Because he really didn’t like me. Could never even bother to give me or any of us the time of day.’

Alicent at least had the decency to soften her gaze, a part of her well aware of Viserys’ lack of desire to bond with his children by her. (‘I could never be his first wife Aemma. You could never be his first-born Rhaenyra’), “And yet, with his final breath, he whispered to me that you should take his place on the throne.”

Aegon had to look away when faced with the absolute lunacy of her claim, still chuckling with unshed tears in his eyes. 

‘He couldn’t even bring himself to feel a shred of worry when Rhaenyra’s bastard attacked Aemond and cut his eye out, Mother. Rather preferring to shout at Aemond and I for calling them bastards… which they are. We were yelled at, and the little princeling, Luke who removed Aemond’s eye, got nothing. You had to take justice into your own hands to protect your son from your husband’s idiocy. Do you not recall this, Mother?’

His train of thought was interrupted when Alicent offered him a box; inside, his father’s dagger lay on soft velvet, gleaming at him. ‘The dagger you grasped when you ran at Rhaenyra, demanding for the debt to be paid. To protect your golden boy.’

“Do not toy with me, Mother,” he muttered, a warning, a plea on his tongue. 

“I speak the truth,” she whispered, begging for him to believe her.

(She had had enough of being made to look like a fool and crazed woman by her husband. ‘He spoke to me of a male babe, born to him, wearing the Conqueror’s crown. A babe I gave him. Not Aemma. Me.’)

With his mouth slightly agape, Aegon hesitantly yet gently took hold of the dagger, smiling in both disbelief and joy. The joy belonging to the young boy he mourned daily. The boy, greedy and eager to accept any morsel of his father’s love and acceptance offered to him. 

The boy soon-to-be King was so elated and dubious, that he was unable to even fully listen to his mother’s ramblings about not ruling with cruelty and callousness, and sparing Rhaenyra. The obvious tension between their half-sister and their mother never went unnoticed by Aegon and his siblings.

(Alicent had often looked as though she had seen a ghost, the voice of a young girl expressing her desire to fly with her on dragonback, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake becoming too all-encompassing.)

As she continued, a question, the question to end all questions nagged at him. 

‘Before you charged at Rhaenyra in defence of your son, you slapped me and yelled at me for not being with Aemond, for not protecting him, when I was nowhere near the scene of the crime.

‘You grabbed my face and screamed at me that I was the challenge to Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, simply by living and breathing. Simply by being born, by being alive.

‘You slapped me and claimed with certainty and scorn that I was no son of yours. I cried that I have always tried so hard, but I would never ever be enough for you or Father.’

“Do you love me?” He asked hesitantly, with unshed tears in his eyes.

And the first-born son waited with bated breath for his beloved mother’s reply.

‘Please. I implore you, say, “Yes, of course I do. You are my son. I love you. I am sorry.” Please, mother.’

“You imbecile.” (‘Yes, of course I do. You are my son.’)

(Love is the death of Duty, and Duty is the death of Love, Lady Hightower. Which do you favour?)

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The Dragonpit was cold, dark, and damp, the familiar setting did nothing to quell the dread in the spouses' hearts. Helaena had ridden with Otto and Aemond, and there she stood stiffly next to Aegon, her brother-husband, nervously fiddling with her hands and picking at her skin. 

Aegon, though experiencing the sinking feeling of unease, was distracted from descending into further madness by Helaena’s mumblings of, “Beware the beast beneath the boards.” 

When he had the patience for her (‘and for life without the sweet release of alcohol’), he would oft wonder what she saw in these times. ‘Can anyone help? Do you experience clear visions? No, if you did, you would make more sense. You would turn it into advice and not pathetic and unsettling mumblings.’

(Helaena could hear the screams of hundreds, of thousands. Men, women, and children. She felt paralysing grief, pain, and anger. She could see and taste red, blood, ‘Too much blood’.)

The siblings were both startled out of their thoughts by the sound of applause, swiftly followed by trumpets, the piercing sound cutting through the air and drawing blood. Helaena let out a small sound of displeasure before covering her ears, and screwing her eyes shut. They had heard the faint echoes of their grandsire’s booming voice, Otto Hightower, speaking to the thousands of smallfolk crammed into the Dragonpit; readying them to welcome their future King and Queen Consort. 

The murmuring and the shuffling heard were sign enough for Aegon to quietly whisper to his sister that they were required to walk (‘To our deaths’). Helaena let out a shaky breath, before turning towards her husband. 

‘My troubled sister, my beautifully sad wife, the mother to my children, my burden, and my could’ve-been pride and supporter.’

(‘My troubled brother, my drunken husband, my tormentor, and my could’ve-been love and supporter.’)

The two Targaryen royals stared at each other, their flaws of no importance at that moment. Helaena tentatively grasped his shaking hand with hers. 

And together they walked to the executioner’s block, through the carefully choreographed archway of swords, with tears in their eyes and resignation written on their faces. Helaena tilted her head downwards, staring at her feet, desperate to ignore all the eyes on her, and Aegon held his high, staring at his family standing on the platform. Gods on a pedestal.

Aemond: the rigid and unmoving soldier and striking the image of the Warrior, face set in stone and gaze soft as he stared at Helaena. ‘Ever the fierce protector, never acknowledged for it’.

Mother: pious, proud, and perturbed.

(She could hear the voice of a young girl expressing her desire to fly with her on dragonback, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.

‘My children… This is for you.’)

Grandfather: cunning and victorious; a second son awarded the Iron Throne. A Hightower gifted Targaryen greatness. 

Helaena felt sick; Aegon’s tears had long fallen. The Usurper held his head high, staring at his family with both a wild anger and a fierce determination to make them proud. 

“It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this: a new day for our city. A new day for our Realm. A new King to lead us,” Otto’s voice boomed, a sick and poisonous pride in his eyes. Aegon and Helaena had finished their walk, finally reaching the platform after what seemed an eternity. 

The Dowager Queen placed kisses upon their foreheads. (May the Father judge you justly and protect you: his children. May the Mother guide you, shield you, and love you.) Otto nodded to his grandson and placed a comforting hand on his granddaughter's shoulder. Aemond stared as Helaena flinched. (‘She does not always welcome physical contact. Leave her be.’)

As Aegon knelt before Ser Criston, he was struck with the sudden image of his head meeting the sharp edge of Criston’s sword. ‘Executed before the masses and the eyes of the Gods for being a depraved, drunken lecher and an undeserving fool.’

“The crown of the Conqueror passed down through generations. Let the Seven bear witness. Aegon Targaryen is the true Heir to the Iron Throne,” shouted Criston, placing the black crown adorned with rubies upon Aegon’s head with the blessing of the Septon.

Alicent Hightower crowned Helaena with a similar yet smaller circlet of dark metal and blood-red rubies and gifted her with another kiss on her forehead after hearing her low ramblings of, “Beware the beast beneath the boards.” (‘You are beyond my understanding, sweet girl.’)

The spouses stood together again, and Aegon noted the sad and apprehensive look on his wife’s face as they looked to their family members to bow their heads and accept them as their new King and Queen Consort. Her mutterings were becoming more frequent, and her nails were practically ripped of their skin. 

“All hail His Grace, Aegon, Second of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, and Her Grace, Helaena, Queen Consort, and Lady of the Seven Kingdoms!”

Aegon and Helaena slowly turned, rigid and separate as Otto Hightower announced them to the smallfolk. The bells chimed. ‘The bells of The Stranger, the call of Death.’

“Aegon the King!” bellowed Ser Criston, bowing his head.

Heavy, suffocating silence ensued, the stuffy air in the Dragonpit making it hard to breathe. He could feel Helaena growing restless next to him. But then… applause. 

Wild applause broke out, and cries of, “King Aegon!”, “Queen Helaena!” and, “Long live the King!” could be heard. Aegon found himself shocked but exhilarated. The cries, the smiles, the tears, little children perched on their parents’ shoulders and waving to royalty. ‘This… this is what it feels like to be loved without expectations, without regret, anger, sadness, or fear. Without conditions to be met. They don’t know me and they love me for me.’

Aegon made a show of unsheathing the Conqueror’s sword, Blackfyre, and raised the mighty weapon, a small smile grazing his face and his confidence growing. He almost felt drunk. ‘Maybe I can do this... I will try. I will try to do good by you’. 

The last piece of the puzzle was grasping onto Helaena’s, his Queen’s, hand and raising it up high. The applause and cheers only grew in grandeur, much like him. ‘Forgive me for the sudden contact, sister, but they love you.’

(‘Beware the beast beneath the boards.’)

(Aegon, the beast, ripped from beneath his shrine and to be marched to the executioner’s block.)

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Her crown was removed with shaking hands and placed on the table with a loud clunk. Helaena, his Queen, looked at the cursed circlet with apprehension and resignation. ‘She has accepted her lot in life,’ Aegon mused, trying not to feel irritated by her continued ramblings, ‘She does not yet understand this blessing, but she will, in time.’

(Helaena could hear the screams of hundreds, of thousands. Men, women, and children. She felt paralysing grief, pain, and anger. She could see and taste red, blood. ‘I have usurped my sister’s throne… Beware the beast beneath the boards. Beware the beast that roams the skies. Beware the beasts that maim, hurt, and kill. Dragons of flesh. The flesh of dragons. Death’s Dance is relentless and unkind.’)

After the coronation ceremony, the newly crowned King and Queen mounted their dragons, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre, and flew circuits around the city of King’s Landing, to show the smallfolk who couldn’t be crammed into the Dragonpit that they had a new King to lead them. 

Now, there they stood, in their chambers, staring at the weighty crown and what it represented. 

One believing it to be a gift, the other a damning curse.

After a while, Aegon finally realised that her mumblings were only getting worse with her distress. With a sigh, he said, “I know what we can do. We can go to the nursery and stay with the children. They always make you feel better,” with a small smile, feeling as though he were speaking to a child. His mother used to pull him and Aemond aside when they were younger, telling them that Helaena’s mind doesn’t work in the same way as theirs. (“Tread lightly, little ones. She isn’t to be blamed for speaking in riddles”).

In truth, Aegon had never been quite patient with her. But it was a time of new beginnings. ‘I will try. I will try to do good by you, sister.’

“Let us see Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor. They will love to see their mother,” Aegon the Usurper said softly. When she raised her head, a moment of fleeting sadness crossed her face before she regained her spark, a smile grazing her face and her murmurs growing less frequent. Unsure of himself and in unfamiliar territory, he tentatively cradled her face, wiping some drying tears from her cheeks. ‘My beautifully sad wife. You do not yet understand this blessing, but you will, in time.'

(‘Beware the beast beneath the boards.’)

(Blood and Cheese, one a butcher, the other a ratcatcher, familiar with the secret passageways and tunnels of the Red Keep. Together, ordered by Daemon Targaryen, they were to slay six-year-old Jaehaerys, King Aegon’s and Queen Helaena’s first-born son, in retaliation to the Prince Lucerys' death at the hands of Aemond Targaryen.

A Son for a Son.)

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(The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself.)

#house of the dragon #hotd #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #aegon targaryen ii #aegon ii #aegon targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[styleofdiamandis]

MTV EMA PRE PARTY: MARINA IN JUST CAVALLI

In early November 2012, the anticipation for the MTV European Music Awards was palpable, but before the main event, the excitement kicked off with the pre-party. Among the esteemed guests gracing the festivities was none other than Marina Diamandis, adding her signature charm and style to the celebration.

Marina lit up the pre-party scene with her vibrant and eye-catching ensemble.

Adorned in a colorful Just Cavalli rainbow rose print paneled silk cocktail dress, Marina effortlessly stole the spotlight. The dress hugged her figure with elegance, showcasing panels of intricate floral patterns that danced across the fabric in a kaleidoscope of hues.

The look was completed with a pair of the Serpentine black suede platform peep-toe pumps with zig-zag detail by Office.

As Marina graced the stage, she continued to dazzle the audience with her impeccable sense of style, this time adorned in yet another striking creation by Just Cavalli.

Her ensemble, a short cocktail dress, showcased hypercolor ancient Grecian motifs that added an air of timeless sophistication to her look. The intricate patterns, reminiscent of classical Greek artistry, adorned the fabric with a sense of mythology and intrigue.

#November 2012 #Roberto Cavalli #Dresses #Office #Pumps

[springfallendeer]

Rehabilitation - 1

Set in a Fairy and Automaton AU I've got going on. This is a discord drabble that relies heavily upon my OC Ayala and @twistedviper's OC Jho, who I am in love with :3

Part 1: Jho meets Ayala

||The woman carefully ducks beneath the various wooden beams that zig-zag across the entrance of the hidden structure. All the while she keeps a hand up over her shoulder to protect her fairy companion from any debris that might potentially fall and harm them.||

||Guided by a string of magic lights, she travels the long forgotten path of this once astounding castle. All the while she does her best to ignore the stagnant stench of the rotten air that has filled this desolate place.||

||The remains of the old world. A castle whose inhabitants are long, long dead. Home only to any Remnant Spirits who have yet to make their way into the great beyond, and to any inhuman entity which might have otherwise taken refuge within the crumbling structure.||

||The path she follows inevitably leads her to her intended destination. A mostly empty room stained with the evidence of the sins of the past. Black, moldy stains line every noticeable surface. From the walls, to the ceiling, to the floor; everything has been painted by the evidence of long rotten corpses.||

||The woman gags at the stench which permeates this place. As does the fairy which sits upon her shoulder.||

||The fairy retreats down into the confines of the woman's clothes in a desperate attempt at escaping the unpleasant smell. The relief she finds is minor. But it is still relief. Better the scent of the dust and sweat that clings to the humans body than the scent of long rotten flesh and bone.||

||"You shouldn't be here, Miss." The quiet, almost broken voice of the ancient entity barely manages to cut through the unpleasant sounds of the woman's gagging.|| ||"This is a cursed place. Full of rot and disease. The air has grown putrid. Toxic, even. You'll catch your death if you stay here much longer." They add.||

||She struggles to steady her breathing as her eyes scan the desolate room. Disgusting as it is, the space has been relatively well maintained. There are no cobwebs to be found. No overgrown masses of roots or vines to impede her view. Only the support beams and the rotting structure of the old animation table.||

||Sit putredo currat tenuis et aer clarescat. Qui spirant, spirant." (May the rot run thin and the air grow clear. Let those who breathe, breathe.)||

||Through struggled breaths, the woman manages to utter the words of a spell.||

||A ripple of embers rolls through the air surrounding her, burning away the putrid stench that threatened to smother her lungs and suffocate her.||

||The Automaton steps out from behind a support beam as the air is cleared. Their sad, tired eyes settle upon the woman's frame as she takes in long, deep breaths for the sake of filling her lungs with clean air.||

||"… I see." The Automaton utters, moving so that he can stand in clear view of the Mage.|| ||"… Forgive me, my lady. I was unaware that I was in the presence of nobility." They utter, offering a polite bow. All the while their eyes remain forlorn. All the while their voice remains tired and distant.||

||The voice of a being long abandoned and burdened by the knowledge of their own creation. Burdened by the knowledge of all the horrors that they had been used to create.||

||"The days of the nobility are long gone, Automaton." The woman replies, a note of bitterness evident in her voice.|| ||"Do not bow to me. There is no need of it. I rule you no more than the grass rules the trees." She adds.||

||The Automaton responds to her with a look of mild confusion, before he turns away to glance in the direction of the rotting animation table.||

||"For what purpose do you visit me, my Lady." The Automaton inquires. He continues to address her with the same level of respect that he would have given the old nobility that created him. Though now he refrains from looking in her direction at all as he speaks.||

||"To save you from this tomb." She calmly replies, helping her little fairy companion to climb out of her shirt as she speaks.||

||The Automaton responds with a tired, empty laugh.||

||"I am without purpose, then?" He states, keeping his eyes locked upon the animation table.||

||The table in which he and others of his kind were built upon. The table on which the bodies of the dead were used to create vessels of aimless destruction and bloodshed.||

||His former worktable. Long without use and long without maintenance, as he had not been brought corpses to work with for a long, long time. Centuries at this point.||

||The woman offers something of a tired sigh as the fairy settles down upon her shoulder.||

||"No more without purpose as you let yourself be." She states.|| ||The war is long over. The nobility are long dead, and their bloodlines have been virtually wiped out. The Automatons live as humans do. In vast cities. Where they are free to make of themselves whatever they will, just as any other free minded people can." She explains.||

||The Automaton keeps his eyes locked upon the structure. He remains dead silent. All the while he refuses to move or to even look at the woman. She lets out another sigh.||

||"I am here to bring you from this place. If you wish to hide away, I will not stop you. But you cannot remain here." She states.||

||The Automaton reluctantly turns to look at her.||

||"This is my home. I was built with a purpose. You mean to strip me of both in one fell swoop, my Lady?" He mutters.||

||There's an audible sadness to his voice. The sadness of an entity which has waited eons to be given instruction after having been abandoned. The sadness of a creature which has spent hundreds of years knowing that the very purpose of their creation was to bring about destruction of life.||

||He has known nothing outside of this. His whole existence has been to create destruction, and to wait to be told to continue with his work.||

||And now he is being told that the very foundation has long since crumbled.||

||It is only natural that he would be reluctant to engage in such… Self destructive thoughts.||

||He would rather remain here. Alone and waiting. Clinging to the belief that he would be given purpose once more, as opposed to facing the reality of the fact that he no longer had a purpose to be given.||

||He did not know how to pick his own purpose. The concept was alien to him. Completely and utterly alien. And he was in no way mentally ready to attempt to grasp that purpose.||

||The woman tiredly sighs as she studied him. She leans her head ever so slightly to one side as the fairy on her shoulder whispers into her ear.||

||"… Do you know me?" The woman suddenly asks.||

||The Automaton turns to her. At which point he gives her a distant, but respectful once over.||

||"… Aye, my Lady. I would be blind not to know you." He replies, speaking to her in a quiet, formal tone.|| ||"You are or noble blood. The very essence of your magic tells me as much." He states.||

||She nods.||

||"If you will not accept your freedom, then you will force my hand." She states, reluctantly leaning in to her false status of authority over the Automaton.||

||If he refused to accept his loss of assigned purpose, then she would have to rely upon his attachment to the old ways in order to rescue him from this decrepit place.||

||She would have to play the part of a master in order to coerce him into compliance. Though she was not happy to be forced to do so.||

||"My Lady?…" The Automaton quietly replies, giving her a distant, curious look.||

||"As the last known inheritor of noble right, I command you accompany me out of this place. I will assign you a purpose, and you will fulfil it diligently. Understood?" She ordered.||

||The Automaton gave her a more curious look in response, before he briefly turned his attention back to the crumbling structure that he had remained beside throughout these past centuries.||

||Hard as it would be for him to move away from this place, he was not yet able to resist the command of a noble.||

||Even understanding that it was a manipulative ploy, he could not resist the call of his own design. Not right now. It would take years of effort to instill into him the will to disobey the authority that no longer existed.||

||"… As you wish, my Lady." The Automaton quietly replies.||

||As the woman turns to make her way out of the rotting corpse that the castle has become, the Automaton silently follows after her.||

||Hard as it is to abandon his home, its much harder for him to defy his instincts to obey the nobility.||

||Still, red tears well in his sad, tired eyes as he moves further and further away from the only home he's never known. And by the time he's brought out into the light of the open world for the first time in centuries, those tears have formed red streaks which stain his solemn face.||

||The woman rightly notices his plight. And while she hates the fact that she must pull him from this place, she has little choice but to remain headstrong. For his sake.||

||"Do you have a name?" She quietly asks, forcing a note of sternness to her voice in an attempt to hide the crack that sneaks into it.||

||The Automaton offers a nod.||

||"They named me Jho… I don't remember what it means." He replies.||

||"Builder." The woman quickly states.|| ||"In the tongues of old, Jho was a name assigned to those who build and construct things of vital importance." She explains.||

||The Automaton's eyes widen faintly in response to this.||

||Yes. He could remember now the importance of his name. It was a special one assigned to only the best of the Automaton Constructors. A name that he had been fortunate enough to inherit from the Noble that created him.||

||"… Yes. Jho… Elite Constructor of the Automaton Army…" He murmurs, as if suddenly remembering exactly who and what he is.||

||Or who and what he once was.||

||"… I am Ayala Belrose. Last daughter of the Belrose bloodline. Sired by the final heir of the Emrick clan." She explains, granting the Automaton her name. She then motions to the fairy sitting on her shoulder.|| ||"This is Melody. My familiar and close companion. She is an ambassador of the Greater Magic, sent to instruct me on how to bridge the gap between humanity and the inheritors of magic." She adds, giving her fairy companion a proper introduction.||

||Jho offers a curious tilt of the head.||

||He has only ever known the fairies as magical conduits. Ingredients used to strengthen human magic.||

||How strange it is for his Princess to treat the little creature as such an important companion.||

||"… It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my Princess." He replies, politely referring to Ayala as he would have referred to the nobility of the old era.||

||The woman winces internally at the term, but refrains on scolding him.||

||As much as she hates it, she must play the part. She must act as his authority until he can emotionally grow to the point that he is able and willing to command himself. At which point, she would cease to be his master and begin her role as his equal and her mentor.||

||"… I would prefer to be called by name." Ayala states, speaking to the Automaton in a quiet, almost withdrawn voice.||

||Jho gives her a peculiar look. One that establishes his own confusion.||

||None the less, he offers a polite bow.||

||"As you wish, Miss Ayala." He replies, complying with her request. Unusual as it is.||

#Rehabilitation #Automaton AU #Ayala #Jho #sweet baby Jho #twistedviper

[invisibleraven]

Hi :) number 13 of the prompts list with Reggie + Alex if you so please <3

Alex open the door, inhaling deeply, relieved to be home. It had been a hellish day at work, and tomorrow looked like it would be equally bad, so a small reprieve from the world was a welcome one. Only when he breathed in, he could smell something a bit atypical for his small home; butter, sugar, vanilla...

"Reg?"

"Oh hey, you're home!" Reggie said, a bright smile on his face as he peeked out of the kitchen. "Just in time for cookies!"

"You made cookies?" Alex asked, shucking off his outer layers and cautiously making his way to the kitchen. "Why?"

"Well I was in the mood for them, and you told me no more unsupervised trips to the grocery store because I come back with half the cookie aisle, so I decided to bake some!" Reggie replied, leaning up on his toes for a small peck, and then plopped Alex down to the counter. "I was just about to ice them when you got here."

Alex surveyed the kitchen, and he could smell the evidence of the baking, but aside from the racks of cooling cookies, he didn't see much of it. All the dishes seemed to be washed and put away, and he slumped in relief. Reggie was a great baker, and an even better boyfriend, but cleaning wasn't his forté.

"Can I have one not iced? I don't think either of us need the extra sugar," Alex asked, reaching for one of the cooling treats.

Reggie gently smack his hand away. "No way, the icing is the best part! Plus I know today was a hard one, I can see it in your eyes, so you deserve the little treat of some extra sugar."

"When you're right, you're right," Alex admitted. "Can I at least help ice them?"

"Of course, I even made some pink frosting just for you," Reggie replied, gesturing to the piping bags lining the counter. He grabbed the red one and started a neat plaid pattern, mimicking his flannel. His next one was a purple flower design, and then a skull, fully knowing that Julie and Luke would appreciate personalized cookies.

He glanced to the side, to ask Alex how it was going and froze. There were globs of frosting everywhere, all over the cookies, the counter, and Alex's hands. His tongue was stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he held the bag almost a foot above his latest creation, drizzling the icing in a wild, sporadic pattern.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

Alex looked up, then glanced back down at his cookie. "Decorating?"

Reggie gently pried the piping bag away, laying it down. "Sweetness, you frost cookies like you're neither left or right handed but a third other hand that you don't actually possess and I can't stand it. I love you, but I am taking your cookie frosting privileges away."

Alex looked at the destruction surrounding him, and then at Reggie's neat work. "I-I've never done it before okay? My oma wasn't the baking type and you know my mom would have caught hell from my dad for teaching me."

"Aw sweetie, why didn't you say so?" Reggie said, gathering Alex into his arms, kissing his cheek. "I'll help you, we can decorate the rest together."

"Okay."

Reggie stood behind Alex, patiently and gently guiding his hands over the rest of the cookies. Sure the designs were simple zig zags and spirals, but the pleased little smile on Alex's face made it worth it.

Well that, and the icing sweet kiss he got after they had sampled some of the finished cookies.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ralex #julie and the phantoms

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Neopronouns written for so far, in chronological order:

ze/hir (The Mirrored Dream)

ve/vir (A Different Perspective)

card/cards (Werewolves)

it/its (The Interworld Growing Club)

ae/aer (Reclamation)

lu/luna (I Fucking Hate Athiktomisics)

de/dim (Creature of Kindness)

zey/zem, X/Xself, and ne/rix (The Chain of Command)

sy/rup (Inconvenience)

mae/mer (Thunderstorm in the Apocalypse) +

te/ter (The First Decision)

ith/kir (Rueful Snowstorm)

kit/kitten (Isn't That Confusing? Not Really)

ivy/ivys (Dream Call)

cy/cyb (Indispensable)

aix/arix (Birdwatching, Plantwatching)

deq/dir (Convenient Distractions from Awkward Conversations)

ae/ryn (Vacations and Kidnappings)

ze/zem (Preparations for Change)

ni/nir (The Voyage to Arcturus part 1)

izi/av (Alterhuman Advancements: November 2122)

ky/shal (Tutorial Sword)

shey/shem (The Wild Dragon)

an/droid (The Universe Likes You)

che/chim, xi/xir, thi/hil (Race to the Top)

xe/xim, ze/zim, li/lia (The Great Machine)

neo/neos (Crash Landing on Earth)

ne/rix (You Learn Something New Everyday)

heart/hearts ("Blurry Shape at Corner of Eye")

clo/loc, ri/riv (Boundaries are Made to be Respected, a short, touch-averse Horror story)

vey/vem (Alterhuman Advancements: December 2122)

su/uvu (Real Heroes Kill Cops)

xiy/rik (Customer Service)

hea/ler (Executive Execution)

fe/ir (A Friendly Encounter in the Woods)

they/them (Into Thin Air)

ve/vei (Don't Stop to Pay)

ivo/na (Kill the Hand That Threatens You)

sie/sir (You Are What Eats You)

meh/uto (Interspecies Solidarity)

an/dro (Opportunistic Hunting)

xe/xir (Character Creation)

li/lia (When in Doubt, Leave Gifts)

fae/faer (Mutiny or Malfunction)

rhe/rhek (Viva La Revolution)

hero/heros (046)

ama/ranth, ki/kir, fir/nix (The Perfect Creation)

mie/mym, vi/vir (The First Sign)

nae/nym (An Inconvenient Haunting)

ghoul/ghouls (A Wasted chance)

051: de/ad (Neither Nor) 052: ser/sera (The New Bridge) 053: pearl/pearls (The Cycle of Lives) 054: qua/tre (Emigrare) 055: joker/jokers (Universal Translator Mistranslation) 056: cat/cats (Thrown for a Loop) 057: hy/hym (Back to a New Beginning) 058: ay/li (The Proper Reaction) 059: bek/birk, vel/virl, (Raining Birds and Foxes) 060: ze/zer (Perfectly Normal) 061: ne/nim (Every Moment, and the One That Came Before) 062: da/dar (Flatland Warriors: Ponder the Meaning of the Words, or, The Breaking Point) 063: ne/nim (Not In The Loop) 064: he'er/him'mer (Living Smoke) 065: wy/vyr (A Glimpse Back in Time) 066: skull/skulls (Dirt Nap) 067 shy/hyr (The Arrest of Arsène Lupin) 068 et/eil (Game Changer) 069 zo/zol (First Day of School) 070 drae/drem (The Overcoat of Arsène Lupin) 071 rhe/rhem (Rhayn's Descent) 072 sun/suns, lae/laer (A Rumor Grows Like Weed) 073 ero/ilas, hea/ler, ido/eis, zal/az, ae/ryn, sia/lia (With a Smile) 074 zig/zag, that one/that one's, ae/aeth (The Hitchhiker) 075 shade/shades, alternating she/her and he/him (The Crystal Connection) 076 fin/fins, ai/ain (The Port Freehaven Mermaids) 077 rat/rats (Jenny Every...Who?) 078 kal/vir (Guardian Star) 079 rhi/rhim (The Theft of the Synphirim) 080 zim/zur (Knowing When to Run) 081: zim/zur (The Well of the Depths) 082: xal/xalv, nova/novas, they/them (Mickey Mouse in Out of the Dreadful Depths) 083: grey/greys/greyself (Alterhuman Advancements April 2124) 084: she/shim, faal/fala, zae/zaen, dae/daes (The Griffon's Curse) 085 za (Stereotypical Amnesia)

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cel/cele/cels/celes/celestialf

kui/kuip/kuiper/kuipers/kuiperself

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asp/asp/asps/asps/aspself

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[go-to-the-mirror]

Every Time Mirrors are Mentioned in Welcome to Night Vale

[Plain text: Every Time Mirrors are Mentioned in Welcome to Night Vale]

Why are you doing this to yourself? Because I'm abnormal, next question?

Abridged

Episodes featured: 11, 19A, 19B, 26, 27, 30, 33, 43, 67, 70B, 87, 106, 108, 116, 120, 122, 137, 143, 144, 148, 149, 150, 151, 160, 162, 164, 171, 175, 176, 196, 202, 209

Liveshows featured: "The Debate," "The Librarian," "The Investigators," "ALL HAIL."

CECIL: The City Council today issued a strong warning against the manufacture and sale of discount Bloodstones. They say that these Bloodstones of inferior design and construction have the potential to cause major accidents in even common, day-to-day chanting rituals. These accidents have included, in just the past few months, [...] the creation and subsequent obliteration of a mirror version of Night Vale, forcing all of us to watch our identical counterparts perish and thus confront the inevitability of our own futures. Anyone caught selling these Bloodstones will be put into the Dark Box, pending erasure from recorded history. The lesser charge of buying or possessing them, will be met with mere summary execution.

(Episode 11 - Wheat & Wheat By-Products)

CECIL: And now, a look at financial news. A fallow wheat field, grey sky, cut by black Vs of black birds. There is a child dragging a hatchet. His eyes cast down. His eyes tight. His eyes white and red and superfluous. He know not what he sees, but he knows what is there. A single black-wingéd beast, beak cracked, feathers rotting, alights roughly on the child's shoulder. They stop. The bird picks at the cartilage of the boy's ear, as if biting secrets into it. The boy groans, not unpleasantly. Heavy, slow clouds roll and rise, starkly contrasted against the flickering daguerreotype hills, which stoically keep the poisonous rains at bay. A sudden little river, partially walled by palsied shafts of grain, rolls by. The boy walks to it. He bends forward. His blank eyes stare into his reflection. Neither he nor his mirror knows the other is there. But the bird. The bird knows. The bird cackles. Or perhaps cries. Even the bird is uncertain. The boy takes a palm full of the dark water. Most of it runs out through his long, zig-zagging fingers. He licks the remainder from his dusty skin. A sound. Like thunder. Like drums. Like steps. The boy turns and hurls his hatchet behind him. The bird flies up and away. There is a hideous thump. The boy knows not what he has hit, but that it has been wounded. He waits for its retort. This has been financial news.

(Episode 19A - The Sandstorm)

KEVIN: This just in, Desert Bluffs: Mayor Pablo Mitchell has declared today Sandstorm Day. This massive sandstorm has already damaged several apartments and malls in the northwest part of town and it seems to be on course for even more costly wreckage. So Mayor Mitchell announced that we can all take today off of work. Today is a city-wide holiday. A second announcement, coming from a man that looked and dressed like the mayor said that we can make up some of our lost hours by teaming up with our doubles. The two joined together for an inspirational call to work together with these magical doppelgängers. Is this true Desert Bluffs? If so, what a blessed and wonderful event to bring us doubles of ourselves. I am stuck inside – doing a job I very much love, of course – but if I were you, I would run outside into the sandy afternoon air and try to meet your other. How exciting. So make friends with your mirrored colleague, Desert Bluffs! Think of what we could accomplish if there were two of all of us!

(Episode 19B - The Sandstorm)

FACELESS OLD WOMAN: I wish you could see me. Just cleaning and re-organizing. Making sense of the nonsense plants and muscles in your fridge. But you never look. If you would just glance left or right every so often, you'd see me. I'm right next to you, right now. I’m even in the mirrors. But you just stare at yourself. Staring only at your overripe potato of a face. I'm there in every mirror, if you could just look for me in the background behind you.

CECIL: Maybe you should try paying more attention when you're at home. Or better yet, destroy all of your mirrors. As my mother used to tell me: "Someone's going to kill you one day, Cecil, and it will involve a mirror. Mark my words, child." and then she would stare absently through my eyes until I giggled. I miss her so much. 

(Episode 26 - Faceless Old Woman)

CECIL: Monday will be the annual Bluegrass Festival held in the burned out shell that used to be Louie Blasko’s Music Shoppe before he lit it on fire and skipped town with the insurance money. Participants can huddle among the ashen remains, casting haunting looks at each other and sharing some of their favorite bluegrass dirges. Legend has it that if you look into a mirror and say absolutely nothing three times, Louie himself will appear and teach the crowd some simple, easy bluegrass licks before taking your soul back with him into the dark of the mirror.

(Episode 27 - First Date)

CECIL: McDonald’s wants to remind you that the most important meal of the day is Breakfast. So why would you let a morning go by without staring deeply into the mirror until you no longer recognize the face staring back at you, mimicking your every gesture, mocking your every movement.

(Episode 30 - Dana)

TEENAGE CECIL: My mom seems really proud of me too. She hid from me for three days, the longest ever! And she’s covered all the mirrors in my house. I’m not sure why, but I think it must be because of pride. Being proud does all sorts of things to a...person. Uh, sorry, got distracted. That weird movement is back. It’s closer now.

TEENAGE CECIL: Interning is going great! Mom is gone. Leonard is super nice to me. My brother is gone too. Family, right? I think I’m learning a lot at the station. All of the mirrors in my house are uncovered now. Not sure who did that. I’m standing in front of the hall mirror right now. Am I changed? Am I becoming an adult? I look more grown, I think, more professional. Leonard said if I work hard, maybe I’ll be a radio presenter myself some day. Leonard said he once was smaller too, but that he is larger now, that everything is larger, that everything in the universe is growing to towering sizes, but all at once, all in unison, so no one notices and it is all the same relative to itself. Leonard lolls his tongue out of his thick purple lips. Leonard hisses. Being an intern is great. That flickering movement is everywhere now. Especially looking in this mirror. I see the flickering movement and I know. I know it. I think the radio station is fun. I think the radio station is hidden. I think the radio station is like a dark planet, lit by no sun. I think, therefore I soon won’t be. I’m looking in a mirror. The mirror is not covered. The flickering movement is just behind me. I- [He screams. There is gurgling. A body falls to the floor. Tape hiss continues. The tape shuts off. End teenage voice]

CECIL: No matter! I’m taking the tape, just now and I’m [GRUNTS] crushing it into little pieces. None of us have to think about it again. I’ll just double check that the mirror in the station bathroom is covered as usual and then that will be that. Done. Forgotten. 

(Episode 33 - Cassette)

KEVIN: Well, what if I told you the smiling god was smiling more than ever. What if the smiling god had a smile so wide that you could see yourself in its mirrored teeth. And what if I told you that your gauzy reflection looked perfect. Just perfect.

(Episode 43 - Visitor)

CECIL: The City Council warned that the mess left from Leonard Burton’s death is likely to draw Street Cleaners and that we should all take shelter. Cover your mirrors. Shade your eyes. Stay indoors and mourn. Stay indoors and mourn.

(Episode 67 - [Best Of?])

CECIL QUOTING JANICE: "Uncle Cecil, I loved the opera so so much. Thanks for the tickets. I loved the part where the dragon flew out over the audience, like whoosh, and then it started fighting itself. The purple head started biting the other heads, and it was really funny. Then it flew away, out of the theater and there was a lot of fire. And I thought I saw an old lady with no face ran out too, and the mayor was saved, and Mr. Lee Marvin sang a beautiful song about all the animals we can see using mirrors, and then it was over and everyone cheered. Opera is cool. Mom said you were moving away. Why are you moving away, Uncle Cecil? Uncle Carlos says you don’t have to move if you don’t want to. Will you still come to my birthday party?"

(Episode 70B - Review)

CECIL: Item: Big Ricos Pizza is looking for a new cashier. Must have retail experience and be good at not talking if they know what’s good for them. No funny business. No secret wheat speakeasies. Why would you even bring that up? Who have you been talking to? To apply, look at yourself in the mirror for a long time, until your face no longer seems to be your own.

(Episode 87 - The Trial of Hiram McDaniels)

FACELESS OLD WOMAN: Yeah, she and I are best friends now. She's a lot of fun, really good poet. I gotta go. Steve Carlsberg is back home, and I want to stand behind him in the mirror when he bends down to wash his face. His shrieks are the funniest.

CECIL: I was so frightened, but still I looked into the washroom. He was standing in front of a mirror, looking right at himself. I never look into those things. Or at least I haven't in a long long time.  "I think the radio station is fun," he said. "I think the radio station is hidden. I think the radio station is like a dark planet, lit by no sun. I think, therefore I soon won’t be," he said.  I wanted to cry out to warn him. My mother told me to stay away from mirrors. And I knew he was in danger. I opened my mouth and tried to step into the room, but I could not speak, could not move forward.  "I’m looking in a mirror," he said.  "The mirror is not covered," he said. "Stop. Don't look into the mirror," I tried to say. But nothing came out of my mouth, only spit and inaudible wheeze. Tears stung my eyes. I waved frantically, trying to catch his attention. "The flickering movement is just behind me," he said. And then he looked right at me in the mirror. His eyes grew wide and wet. He said "I-. He said again "I-" and then he choked. Then he screamed. Then I screamed, only again no sound came out. He fell to the floor, and for a moment I remembered. I remembered blue lights and blood in my throat and a dark planet lit by no sun. And then I forgot it, or at least what it looked like, only that it was. Or never was. Or still is. His wallet was no longer in my studio. His...my driver’s license was no longer in my hand. My familiar teenage intern was no longer lying on the ground. The mirror he was looking into is now shattered into thousands of intersecting cracks like parched desert dirt. I approached the mirror, hoping to see a face I knew. A young man's face I just barely remember. But I only saw a multiplicity of me, a man divided, unrecognizably, under razor sharp lines. And behind me a glowing slash in the bathroom wall.

(Episode 106 - Filings)

CECIL: "Better not look in the mirror," Cal said as he nervously simulated the sound of laughter. A dribble of blood ran down his chin and onto his chest.

(Episode 108 - Cal)

CECIL: Sheriff Sam quietly grumbled this into their bathroom mirror before finally putting on makeup and facing their day.

(Episode 116 - Council Member Flynn, Part 3)

KEVIN: Jason and Falisha wanted their friends to know they were happy, so they began to practice smiling in the mirror, but even they couldn't see a change in their faces. Plus, mirrors were upsetting because of all the people who would gather behind them in the reflection but that weren't actually there when they turned around to face them.

KEVIN: Their long house was a long pit. And every single mirror in their home was gone, along with the ghastly figures who gathered in the reflections. 

(Episode 120 - All Smiles' Eve)

CECIL: Nazr did not see Barks Ennui. But he was not without his own troubles. He would find, some evenings, that when he looked in the mirror there were two of him. One of him sitting behind the other. He would stand and the second reflection would stand too. It would follow all of his movements from behind his primary reflection. This went on for days. Then, one night, he looked in the mirror and there was only one of him. He sighed, feeling some relief to the tension that had been with him so long as to become his new normal. And that is when, in the mirror, his second reflection stepped into the room, followed by Frances Donaldson. Nazr whirled. The room he was in was empty. He looked back in the mirror. There was his own face, terrified. And behind that, on the bed, there was himself again, with Frances. The two of them were kissing, passionately. He watched himself kiss. And then his reflection and the Frances in the mirror stopped kissing and looked up at him, with startled faces. They stayed frozen that way, and he stayed frozen too. After several moments, the mirror couple smiled. Their smiles got wider and wider, and then they were both dead, blood covered and sprawling at irregular angles. And then they were alive again and smiling at him. He shouted and stumbled back from the mirror. From then on, he took to covering his mirrors, and that worked for a few days, but then one day he came home to find himself in his bedroom, already sitting in front of the covered bedroom mirror. The him that was in his bedroom looked up at him who had just entered with wide eyes and a yawning mouth, and Nazr (who believed himself to be the real Nazr) turned and walked out his house. He checked into a motel and decided to stay there for awhile.

CECIL: Barks continued: “Everything’s gone strange since you started dating. You know what I’m talking about.” “Maybe,” Nazr said, thinking of the mirrors in his home. 

(Episode 122 - A Story of Love and Horror, Part 2: "Spire")

LAUREN: These shadows don't even have faces. We cannot discern their intentions or feelings. They move around in quick jerks and starts, flickering in and out of our vision, sometimes standing just behind us while slowly tilting their heads. And unless you're looking in a mirror, there's no way you can even see that. 

(Episode 137 - The Mudstone Abyss, Part 3)

CECIL: That's not all. The fully immersive interactive theater segment is last. You will be blindfolded and placed in the back of a cargo truck. Hours later you will step off a wooden plank and be free to enter into the desert to try and find your way back home, just like the pioneers did it. You don't realize how the boardwalk is designed to be completely disorienting until this moment, when you step into the endless desert and look to all horizons and see only identical sagebrush and chaparral and nothingness, as if you've entered a mirrored funhouse made of only hot dirt.

(Episode 143 - Pioneer Days)

CECIL: Her final entry was on September 5 - “A man with a mirror for a face has come for me. He does not speak. Farewell.”

CECIL: On the anniversary of Eunomia's disappearance, an astronaut arrived in Night Vale. The early 19th Century villagers did not know what an astronaut was, so what they saw was a puffy silver humanoid with a mirror for a face. 

(Episode 144 - The Dreamer)

LEONARD BURTON: Let me describe to you the shape of Cecil Palmer. He is a line of leafless mesquite trees. He is a glass factory. He is golf ball-sized hail. He has a voice like distant highway traffic. He loves coffee and handshakes. He wears tight clothing and has never once worked with modeling clay. He covers mirrors with cloth and has an irrational fear of glowing lights beneath locked doors in dark hallways.  You cannot know any of this because Cecil is my vision, not yours. He is real, all the same. He is to be my replacement when I retire. But he does not exist. So I can never retire. I am your permanent host.

LEONARD BURTON: An emissary has arrived in town to lead the parade. The emissary is an astronaut, bloated white arms and a mirror for a face. The emissary walks slowly through our empty city streets. 

LEONARD BURTON: The parade of absent floats along empty streets led by a mirror-faced marshmallow of a grand marshall, approaches our radio station. I will enjoy getting to see the festivities up close and describing shapes out of the shapeless.

(Episode 148 - The Broadcaster)

CECIL: I work at a radio station and own a 14-speed bike. I have a one-bedroom apartment with a soaking tub, walk-in closet, carpet shredder, knife compiler, and a full-length mirror in the hallway. (It's an antique my mother handed down to me; she knows I love mirrors). 

CECIL: So the guy I was telling you about earlier, Carlos, has been texting me this whole show, saying he wants to see me again. [reading] Something something my timeline is still wrong.... I should have a sister named Abby… here’s a photo her with some kid…  my mother died.... I supposedly am afraid of mirrors.... He and I are actually married?

CECIL: Outside my window I see the emissary, their oblong mirrored face pressed against the glass, each hand raised to their head, to block out glare from the sun. 

CECIL: I can see myself in their reflective face. I... I do not like this. I do not like this at all. Please go. Please leave. I cannot. I... I am covering this window with a sheet. I do not like this mirror. I do not like it one bit. No. 

(Episode 149 - The General)

LEE MARVIN: On the highway out of town, the cars are stopped dead, their drivers caught glancing at their phones, or scratching their ears and thinking about what would finally make them happy, or looking in the mirror and trying to gauge whether the car behind them belongs to the Sheriff’s Secret Police. Farther out, over the mountains and to the coast, the waves are stopped mid fall, foam caught rising, water caught tumbling.

(Episode 150 - The Birthday of Lee Marvin)

CECIL: At the end of the night, Josh wrote his number on The Boy’s red plastic cup in Sharpie and walked home smiling, even though it was late and he had to get up early the next morning to retake his driving test for the fifth time. He was 18 and still without a license. Every time he had taken the test before, he got nervous and turned into a shape that was utterly unfit to drive. A rhinoceros. A warm hug from an old friend. A bookshelf filled with first edition Zadie Smiths. “Ooh, I haven’t read Swing Time yet,” Shoshannah from the DMV had said, plucking the book off of him before failing him for not having eyes with which to check his mirrors. 

(Episode 151 - Waterfall)

CECIL: ... [somber] and *that* is what I saw in the mirror that day, and why I do not like to go near mirrors ever. 

(Episode 160 - The Weather)

CECIL: What a healthy baby," they said from behind a bulletproof two-way mirror as they operated the robotic arms that carefully held the infant aloft. 

(Episode 162 - Alpha)

FACELESS OLD WOMAN: Also in the bathroom mirror you saw, crawling across the ceiling, a faceless old woman devouring what looked like a rat. You didn't need to worry about a rat infestation, Adi. It was a chipmunk. 

FACELESS OLD WOMAN: You can all thank me later. Because you all will be seeing me soon. I think that tonight is the night to let slip my secret. You will soon see me fumbling wet and gray from out of the bathroom mirror, or folded up strangely, loose skin and mashed bones, in the bottom drawer of your dresser, or you will see me scuttle along your walls, the hair hanging down from my faceless face, or you will look out your kitchen window and there will be someone standing in your driveway, and it will be me, and then there will be no one in your driveway and instead I will be next to you in the kitchen, faceless and so very very old. Won’t that be nice. 

(Episode 164 - The Faceless Old Woman (Live)

CECIL: Do you ever stare at yourself for so long in the mirror that you no longer understand what you look like? Is this the same effect as thinking about someone you miss so much that you forget the shape of their face? Why would you do that? Why would you refuse to maintain order? Are you refusing? Or are you a victim of your own mind? Do brain cells dictate souls? Is thought matter? Does thought matter? Who can say? Can the person looking back at you from the mirror tell you the answer? Just because you can see a person, does that mean that person exists?  Is it you you are looking at? Or is it someone else?

CECIL: Basically, why do I know I am me? How many times have I seen myself in the mirror? Is it bad that the answer is rarely? Shouldn’t we all be afraid of mirrors? Or is it just me? How many times, in a fit of dissociation, do we see someone else behind us? Are you, too, too afraid to turn around? Do you really want to challenge the veracity of your eyes? Do you think disbelief in death will make it disappear? Are awareness and manifestation one and the same? So, what did I see in the mirror today? Don’t we all see the same thing? Isn’t it a person who looks exactly like ourselves? And weren’t they making the same physical gestures? And behind that person, in the reflection, did you not also see, just over your shoulder, a pair of eyes? The curve of a head? And did you notice how that head was human in shape but maybe only a third the size?

CECIL: Who is behind you in the mirror? Or what is behind you? Should I speak in present or past tense? Is the face there? Or is the face gone now? Are you no longer at the mirror? Do you feel safer? Why do you assume that because you aren’t looking in the mirror right now that the tiny face and spiny digits are not still behind you?

CECIL: Are you thinking about it? Are you starting to forget exactly what it looks like? Do you want to go to the mirror again? Do you want to stare and stare at it until you can comprehend what it is?

CECIL: What if we went to the mirror together? If we don’t feel alone in our feelings, could we conquer our fears? Are we in agreement, you and I? What are you even looking at? Is your focus drifting to your shoulder? Can you not do that? Can you resist the urge? What will staring directly into your terror accomplish?

CECIL: When was the last time you saw your mother? It’s been since childhood, hasn’t it? Didn’t she warn you about mirrors? Didn’t she tell you they would be your demise? Or was that just a popular bedtime story?

CECIL: What did your mother tell you about swing sets? What did she say to you when you yelled to her for help? Did she lean over your sobbing face and ask you: “Why are you crying when you don’t even exist?” Did she tell you again about the mirror?

CECIL: Did you figure it out? Could you see past your own mental inventions? Who out there looked beyond the long, gape-jawed figure and its inexplicable whines? Did you see the table? There in the mirror image of your house, did you see the table? You hadn’t noticed the table before, had you?

CECIL: Why was the table only in the mirror? Why isn’t it real?

CECIL: What’s inside the drawer of the rickety table in the mirror? What other uncanny discoveries await you if you could just break through? Is it as simple as breaking through?

CECIL: Do you want to know what’s in the drawer below the table? Shouldn’t it be as easy to obtain as a lightweight, wool button up coat, all black? But nothing easy ever is, is it? How do you get to a table that’s right in front of you, but only visible in a mirror?

CECIL: Are you only concentrating on the table now? And you’re sure it only exists in the mirror? You double checked? Do you want to know what’s inside the drawer on the front of that table? Are you willing to break something? Are you willing to break the mirror, yes, but so much more? Are you willing to go to a place from which you cannot return? Are you willing to learn things you cannot unlearn? Do you have a hammer? Or if not, can you find something heavy that you can lift? Will you smash the mirror? Will you do it quickly? Why are you hesitating? Have you let your comfortability lapse into carelessness? Why did you take your eyes off the creature on your neck? Did you see the blood or feel the pain first? Is it tearing into your flesh? Is that why you’re screaming? Can you still break the mirror? Are you losing consciousness? Are you? Are you? Are you?

CECIL: If you look into the mirror you just smashed do you see that the creature is gone? Cool, right? But isn’t it strange that all about you on the floor are shards of the mirror you shattered, yet in front of you, the mirror remains, fully intact? Strange? Or scary? Wouldn’t you think that the mirror being simultaneously broken and unbroken is strange, while the fact that you have no reflection is scary? Is that true though? Do you have a reflection? Do you see yourself? On the floor of the mirror’s world? Is your body crumpled on the floor like a wet towel? Is your lower jaw hanging open because you died screaming, or because of gravity? Do you have a blanket of some sort? Why don’t you cover that mirror up? Why don’t you cover all the mirrors, in fact? While you are walking about your home, do you notice the antique table by the door, with its tarnished, yet ornate, brass bulb knob? Was that table always there? Did you enter the mirror world? Or were you always in the mirror world? What else is different around you?

CECIL: Now what? Will you cover the mirrors and sweep the floor and pretend it never happened? Will this prevent it from happening again? Are awareness and manifestation one and the same?

(Episode 171 - Go to the Mirror?)

MICHELLE: But there’s a new song I like. And it’s not cool like my other favorite songs. It’s not a song that fits the kind of image I like to project. When I put on my mirrored leggings, and my extra long jorts, and my really big hat, people expect something from me. They expect me to be on the cutting edge. They expect me to only be into bands that aren’t popular yet, or will never be popular, or that frankly don’t know how to play their instruments very well.

(Episode 175 - The October Monologues)

CECIL: While James is working on that, let’s get back to my favorite spooky Halloween stories. This one isn’t a story so much as a fun Halloween game: The Legend of Bloody Mary. According to the lore, if you turn off all the lights and stare into a mirror repeating “bloody mary” three times in a row, she will appear and tear your face off. I’ve never tried this, because I don’t own any mirrors, but my husband Carlos conducted this very experiment in his science lab. He said he darked the room and repeated the name and nothing happened for a long time. But then a figure of a woman appeared, silvery gray and shimmering. She approached Carlos slowly, her hollow white eyes never blinking.

(Episode 176 - The Autumn Specter)

SILAS: There’s something I don’t understand. She didn’t simply turn me into a cat. She could have made me her little furry domesticate. Truly toppled me. Instead, she put me in this body, far away, and gave me incredible powers. My fur is mostly needle-sharp quills. My skin, hard and scaly, almost armor-like. My eyes – I think there are 8 of them – allow me to see in a 360-degree clarity that nearly shatters my mind. I sometimes have wings or tentacles. How am I even a cat? Except, I am. I see my face here in the mirror, and I have pointy ears, and little white mitten feet, and a tail like an overused feather duster.

(Episode 196 - Silas the Thief, Part 2)

CECIL: We are each of us a hall of mirrors, exponentializing every little hurt until it overwhelms. 

CECIL: Stay tuned next for an old episode of Frasier. It’s the one where Frasier finds the doorway to the Other Seattle in his bathroom mirror. May it bring you some comfort. 

(Episode 202 - The Day After the Day)

CECIL: Whatever the Distant Prince keeps behind the Narrow Place has left me hollow and shambling. Less and less of me. This time quite literally. When I looked again, I did not have a nose. It is quite upsetting to see your own face but without a nose. Think about this now. Think about looking in the mirror and seeing your face, but the nose is gone. So you will understand why I vomited in the street. And this other me, he vomited too, for exactly the same amount of time, stopping precisely when I did.

(Episode 209 - The Black Coat)

CECIL: First, someone I’ve known my whole life, and you have too. It’s the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home! Welcome! FACELESS OLD WOMAN: Hello. CECIL: And where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you. FACELESS OLD WOMAN: I’m behind you in a mirror, just over your shoulder in the distance. You’ll see slight movements in the dark. You’ll feel a single fingernail gently run across your cheek.

("The Debate")

FACELESS OLD WOMAN: I am less good at being seen, but I am working on that using a system of whistles and mirrors. CECIL: Huh. Mirrors.

CECIL: And since then, you have been appearing in frightened children’s mirrors to teach them the basics of music theory and some simple bluegrass licks before, uh, taking their souls with you into the dark of the mirror world. Is that right?

("The Librarian")

EARL HARLAN: Oh yes! Yes, I will wake up that morning, and I will stare at myself in the mirror repeating, “You can do this, Earl. You can do this, Earl. You can do this, Earl.” Until my reflection says, “You’re right.” And then we’ll brush each others’ teeth, and trim each others’ mustaches, and comb each others’ hair… CECIL: Awwww! EARL HARLAN: …and then step through the mirror and once again switch places in each others’ mirrored world for the day.

("The Investigators")

CECIL: Or you’ll be brushing your teeth and the Glow Cloud will just happen to pass by, and then you have to say all of that stuff with toothpaste in your mouth, you’re like [garbled] “All hail [unclear] cloud all hail the [unclear]”, [spits] and then you just end up with toothpaste all over your bathroom mirror.

JEFFREY: Yeah, yeah. Yeah turns out most people are afraid of what they are, so now I’m also terrified of mirrors and reflective surfaces, so…

("All Hail")

#wtnv #wtnv mirrors #cecil gershwin palmer #long post #welcome to night vale

[apatchedupdoll]

Heeeeeyyyyy! So if you don't know, I write a lot. If I come up with a little blip then I write it down and try to incorporate it into the story. I have a long list of things that slowly get integrated all nicely color coded.

But some things just don't make it.

This was the original fight for Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? Chapter 6 when introducing Metal Head. Buuuut I didn't like it enough to put it in. So I made a bit of a different fight. There are a lot of similarities but still a lot of differences.

But anyways the reason I'm posting it is because I can't really find any reason to keep it, and I hate completely deleting thoughts so I thought Tumblr could eat it. It's beneath the cut.

So enjoy (:

Chapter 6 fight Goose vs. Metal Head Cut

The announcer was loud and boastful as their voice came through the speakers, “What a wonderful show! But oh! We have something special for you all tonight! Our champion seeker running straight for the top is ready to honk! Please welcome The Garganornis!” Out from one side of the arena came the warrior seeking chaos and becoming champion of the battle nexus. Decked out in golds and reds with a sword lifted into the air that made the crowd boom.

“Scoff.” Donnie couldn’t help but feel this attention undeserved. If they couldn’t get past his bot, then they deserved nothing. His technical skill versus the creatures that came to challenge him.

“And in the other corner! A beast back from the dead! You love it! You missed it! The wall that only the best of the best can cross! Metal Head!” Right on que the beast of metal pushed into the view of the crowd and greeted with an even louder boom. Donnie’s beak flicked up with pride. The crowd was right to enjoy his creation.

The metal monster let out a roar to coax the crowd to get louder. It was much like a turtle, it was a turtle. After meeting his brothers he took some liberties. Originally it was much more boxy, but now it had a shell adorned with spikes. It was also patterned much like a box turtle, purple of course although some places interrupted the patterns with the new panels. Its head shaped much like his red brother’s species and of course he was excited for the abilities shared by Mikey.

Another roar came from Metal Head before dropping onto all fours and charging for The Garganornis. The warrior dodged easily out of the way sliding to the side, but that was the first mistake. Metal head’s tail swung and nailed the warrior right in the side and threw them into the arena wall. The boys cheered with excitement as an indent was left. The long spiked tail flowed black and forth as the goose yokai was already struggling as they got up from the imprinted wall. Without that armor they would surely have done it. Metal Head turned to attack again, much more artful this time and the fight was truely beginning.

Garganornis wasn’t untalented, there was a reason they were challenging the metal beast. Their sword glowed with an intense energy before counter charging and diving beneath Metal Head’s fist. They rolled and used the momentum to slash at the monster’s leg. A loud screech as the sword struggled to get through the beast’s armor. At most it left a dent. The tail was incoming again and Gargonornis was aware enough to dodge this time. The sword started to glow again and much brighter as the warrior pointed it at the metal monster. Metal Head turned and charged once again, moving in much of a zig zag while the warrior stood there ground with their sword growing brighter. Donnie tensed. His technical skills were built to outlast any stamina, so this attack wasn’t unexpected. The Garganornis was known to have attacks that could kill their opponents in one shot and it seemed Garganornis knew they needed to end this battle quickly. Else they be defeated by exhaustion alone.

Metal Head went to swing its fist and right on que the blast from the mystic sword went off, going straight for the counter. The metal turtle’s fist pushed back and tilted until it landed on its back.

“What! No!” Mikey shouted before whining. Raph couldn’t help but snicker, no doubt reminiscing on how he defeated Metal Head in a similar fashion. Donnie could only smirk.

Metal Head struggled to right itself, the shell doing nothing to favor the situation. There would probably have to be some spikes fixed. Garganornis took a running start and jumped above the metal monster, readying their sword to strike the beast down right in the head. One rule his mother had him follow was killing shots on a normal creature is a must on Metal Head. Just to keep things fair, fine he was happy to work around that. As Garganornis made contact there would be a sickening clang. The sword hit metal, but the plastron had covered up the once exposed head. In fact all the limbs aside from the tail were now hidden. Thank you Mikey. The yokai seemed taken aback and stepped back while checking their surroundings before preparing an assault from the tail. Then the turtle began to spin. Donnie cringed when seeing spikes break off as it spun faster and began moving around the arena with speed the warrior struggled to deal with. They’d gotten thrown off the spinning top and while it was blind, there were many uncomfortable close calls that could have claimed the warrior’s life. Mikey and Raph let out cheers while Donnie basked in his deserved glory. What could possibly be better than this?

#owhybb #fight #cut content

[changeling-crafts]

Character and Runes

Maybe you're negotiating with a dragon, fighting off a horde of zombies or piloting a spaceship. Instead of rolling dice to determine the outcome, you will toss runes out on a flat surface and if the number of upright ones surpass the upside down ones then you succeeded! The difference between upright and upside down is the degree to your success or failure, 4 upright is just succeeding and 7 upright is a total success.  

Each character gets 7 runes and each rune will connect to a character trait. Good traits to put on runes are the sort that can make your character's life easier OR harder depending on the context. If you are familiar with the game Fate, this is similar to their concept of aspects.

For my first character in this world I used a handy dandy tarot spread to get me started. 

In addition to player characters, this spread is great for any NPCs you might interact with a whole bunch, like rivals, team mates, the big bad evil guy, or even your best friend!

"Melody" used to be one of the performers from a small theater troupe, who is now on the run after debt collectors demanded that they pay all their debt immediately or be strong-armed into working for them. They hope to make enough money to pay off their debts so they can rejoin their troupe, while staying under the debt collectors radar. They also want to fulfill the promises they made before coming back. Some of these promises include making an elaborate costume for one of their friends, writing a short play, and learning how to play a new instrument. Currently they are on the road to the nearby city of Finas, to hopefully make some new friends and earn some money. 

The runes I've chosen for this character and what they represent are as follows

Sun – ambitious, unfulfilled promises, very optimistic view of their future (despite the circumstance)

Mouth – friendly, making new friends, keeping in touch with the old ones through letters, hates to be disliked

Butterfly – impulsive, good at improv, often improvises their music, irresponsible with money

Shield – stubborn, ashamed of needing to run away, won't resort to theft no matter what, stand up for their friends

Star – restless, always starting something new, can't stand boredom

Mask – performer, just a tad melodramatic, music, acting, costume creation, prop creation

Coin – in debt, trying to save up, on the run 

Since I wanted to have a whole bunch of characters I could switch between, I chose to make around 20 different generic runes that I could pick from to represent each character's traits.  As for the actual physical runes themselves,the options are endless. So long as it has two sides and has roughly equal chances of falling on both sides you will be golden. Here are some ideas to get you started.

Formed from salt dough or air dry clay

Coins 

Buttons 

Cardboard box segments 

Flat stones

Bits of wood

Folded and glued book pages

Cut and sanded popsicle sticks 

Shells 

The symbols on each rune can be whatever you want so long as you can tell them apart. J.R.R. Tolkien's fancy schmancy elf letters? Go for it! Different road signs? Why not! Original symbols lovingly designed by you? Absolutely! If you want some inspiration for simple generic symbols I highly recommend looking at Rotate Bird, a ttrpg by David J Prokopetz, @prokopetz which has a big ole list of lil symbols for its own game mechanics. By whatever method you come up with the symbols the next thing you gotta do is write down what they mean to your character.

Here are a few ways to document rune meanings

Draw each rune in the center of it's own page, journal and draw about what it means

A strip of paper folded into zig zags, a rune described on each section

A portrait of your character, with the runes appearing in their design, arrows pointing them out and describing what they mean 

A pop up, like a waterfall card

Written in an origami fortune teller

Just write the meanings on the backs of the runes themselves

The road to Finas is not empty, though. Ahead on the trail is another traveler dressed in clothes that more resemble pajamas than they do daywear, walking alongside an incredibly scruffy looking creature. Being the sort of person Melody is, they will do their best to introduce themselves in a friendly manner. (I toss the runes, the sun, mask and shield are upright. Based on which runes are face up I decide that Melody came off too strong.) Eyret offers her name but not much else, she seems intimidated by Melody’s over the top introduction. Oh dear, not the best start to making new friends.  

Tomorrow we will talk about strain

#fortunes path #indie ttrpg #solo game

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New Top 100 Dj Tracks March 2024

  DATE CREATED: 2024-03-26 Tracklist : 7 SKIES - Used To Know (Extended).mp3 Able - Bang (Original Mix).mp3 Able - The Depths (Original Mix).mp3 Above & Beyond, Zoë Johnston - Crazy Love (ANUQRAM Extended Mix).mp3 Acyan - LEADPOISON (Original Mix).mp3 Acyan - MUTTER (Original Mix).mp3 Aitor Astiz - Slap Together (Original Mix).mp3 Alesso - Zig Zag (Extended MIx).mp3 Amelie Lens - Breathe (Original Mix).mp3 Andruss - Vai Caralho (Do Togo) (Extended Mix).mp3 Antho Decks, KEFFI - Que Mire (Extended Mix).mp3 Avance, Qoiet - CREATION OF DISGUST (Original Mix).mp3 Bermal - All I Want (Extended Mix).mp3 Bolth - Demons From My Past (Original Mix).mp3 Bombata - The Captain (Extended Mix).mp3 Bruno Furlan - Sugar Daddy (Original Mix).mp3 Calvin Harris, Rag'n'Bone Man - Lovers In A Past Life (Extended Mix).mp3 Calvin Harris, Rag'n'Bone Man - Lovers In A Past Life (Westend Remix).mp3 Chambord, Jaguar Jaguar - Born In Blue (Original Mix).mp3 CharlieWonder, Read the full article

[djmusicbest]

New Top 100 Dj Tracks March 2024

  DATE CREATED: 2024-03-26 Tracklist : 7 SKIES - Used To Know (Extended).mp3 Able - Bang (Original Mix).mp3 Able - The Depths (Original Mix).mp3 Above & Beyond, Zoë Johnston - Crazy Love (ANUQRAM Extended Mix).mp3 Acyan - LEADPOISON (Original Mix).mp3 Acyan - MUTTER (Original Mix).mp3 Aitor Astiz - Slap Together (Original Mix).mp3 Alesso - Zig Zag (Extended MIx).mp3 Amelie Lens - Breathe (Original Mix).mp3 Andruss - Vai Caralho (Do Togo) (Extended Mix).mp3 Antho Decks, KEFFI - Que Mire (Extended Mix).mp3 Avance, Qoiet - CREATION OF DISGUST (Original Mix).mp3 Bermal - All I Want (Extended Mix).mp3 Bolth - Demons From My Past (Original Mix).mp3 Bombata - The Captain (Extended Mix).mp3 Bruno Furlan - Sugar Daddy (Original Mix).mp3 Calvin Harris, Rag'n'Bone Man - Lovers In A Past Life (Extended Mix).mp3 Calvin Harris, Rag'n'Bone Man - Lovers In A Past Life (Westend Remix).mp3 Chambord, Jaguar Jaguar - Born In Blue (Original Mix).mp3 CharlieWonder, Read the full article

[embroidery-pro]

Test and review of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger

Sewing machines offer a wide variety of stitches to adapt to the type of fabric being worked. As a finish, the zig-zag stitch is often used. But as wide as the choice offered, as extensive as the degree of personalization of the stitches, nothing beats the passage of the serger for an impeccable finish and solid seams. We have carried out the test of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 overlocker and we give you our detailed opinion.

Introducing the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 Serger

Sewing requires skill and creativity. The features of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger respond to these two notions shared by all seamstresses and follow on from the Hobbylock 2.0 model. to provide new functionality. Everything is allowed with the 15 stitches of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5: the work of stretch fabrics such as the work of the finest fabrics, and seams in 2, 3 or 4 threads. By using this unique machine, it becomes possible, in a single gesture, to assemble two pieces together, to cut the excess fabric, to overlock the seams for impeccable and solid finishes, and to decorate your creations. Pfaff's promise with its Hobbylock 2.5 serger is to empower everyone to sew like a pro. For this, and as usual, Pfaff relies on technology. In particular, the Hobbylock 2.5 automatically adjusts the thread tension according to the work to be done. The price of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 is around 600 €. Technical data of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5Here are the main technical characteristics of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger: 15 utility and decorative stitches with 2, 3 and 4 thread overlocks; Integrated rolled edge; Threading with color code; Wide sewing space; Differential feed to accommodate fabric type, including shirred textiles; Automatic thread tension function; Built-in wire cutter; Adjustable presser foot pressure; Clip-on crowbar, without the need for a screwdriver; LED worktop lighting; 2 sewing speeds; Enhanced security; Supplied with 3 presser feet: a gathering foot, an Overlock foot, a Piping foot; Maintenance accessories: screwdriver, oil, needles…; Weight: 10.5kg.His advantages Creativity has its place with the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger. The machine designed by Pfaff offers a wide range of 15 stitches, with 2, 3 or 4 thread overlock stitches. This allows you to choose your stitches according to the material of the fabric worked, to ensure a perfect and durable finish. Getting started with the Hobbylock 2.5 by Pfaff serger is simplified, in particular thanks to the color code affixed to the threading, with a color for each spool; but also thanks to the automated tension function. Just press a button to get the perfect setting and prevent the thread from breaking or tangling. The work of the seamstress is facilitated thanks to the quick installation of the presser foot which clips on without requiring the use of a screwdriver, but also thanks to the adjustable pressure, the two sewing speeds offered and the integrated thread cutter . Working on a large work surface like that of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 overlock machine is very pleasant. And the LED lighting further enhances the comfort of use by limiting eye fatigue. Pfaff also thought about securing his machine. A safety device engages when the serger tank is opened and prevents its operation to avoid any risk of injury. Overlocks, hems, rolled edges, cutting of excess fabric are perfectly carried out, in particular thanks to the adjustment of the differential feed. All with a maximum speed of 1200 points / minute, very honorable. The 3 presser feet and the accessories delivered with the machine are a plus. The Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger is one of the few that comes with a waste tray, which helps keep its machine clean and makes it easier to clean. Its weak points The weight of the serger gives it good stability while sewing. However, this can be a weak point for those who wish to travel with their equipment and/or those who do not have a solid table where to leave their equipment permanently ready for use. The imposing size of the device can also be a barrier to purchase. If the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger is full of quality, it still lacks a feature that is nevertheless common and so appreciable: the free arm, to facilitate the work of round pieces when laying hems in particular. The budget of almost €600 needed to acquire the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 overlocker is quite elitist and not all seamstresses have such an amount to invest in their equipment. Which seamstresses is it for? The Pfaff serger is simple to use. Its handling is possible for all seamstresses, regardless of their level of sewing. Given the price of the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5, however, it is those who have a strong interest in sewing who will turn to this model, those who will use it frequently. The Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 model can be used as a first serger or can be purchased as a replacement for another model with those already equipped. In view of the features offered and its ability to sew all types of fabrics, the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 overlock machine is aimed at creative designers and those who wish to make a lasting investment. Our opinion on the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 serger Contrary to what its name suggests, the Pfaff Hobbylock 2.5 overlocker is not just for fun sewing, like a simple hobby. Everyday and even professional work can be done with this serger. For those who have the space to install it, it is a very good choice for assembling, sewing and cutting without limits. Read the full article

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[murthysewingmachines1]

Unleash Your Inner Fashionista with the Singer Tailor Deluxe Manual Handheld Sewing Machine

Stitching up a storm has never been easier than with the Singer Tailor Deluxe manual handheld sewing machine. This lightweight, portable powerhouse is perfect for both beginners and seasoned sewers alike, offering a wealth of features and user-friendly functionality to help you tackle any project with confidence.

Stitch Your Way to Creativity:

Whether you're darning a delicate dress, crafting a cozy quilt, or whipping up a stylish tote bag, the Singer Tailor Deluxe has the stitch selection to bring your vision to life. From basic straight and zig-zag stitches to intricate decorative patterns, this versatile machine lets you personalize your creations with a touch of flair.

Effortless Sewing at Your Fingertips:

Threading needles and winding bobbins can be a tedious chore, but the Singer Tailor Deluxe takes the hassle out of sewing. The automatic bobbin winder makes filling the bobbin a breeze, while the easy-to-thread design keeps frustration at bay. And with its lightweight construction and convenient carrying handle, you can take your sewing anywhere – from your living room to a cozy coffee shop.

Built to Last:

Crafted with durable cast iron and metal components, the Singer Tailor Deluxe is built to withstand years of wear and tear. This sturdy machine is a reliable companion for all your sewing endeavors, ensuring smooth operation and precise stitching every time.

Simple to Use, Easy to Master:

Even if you're a sewing novice, the Singer Tailor Deluxe is designed with you in mind. The intuitive controls and clear markings make it easy to get started, while the comprehensive instruction manual provides all the guidance you need to master your sewing skills.

Invest in Your Creativity:

The Singer Tailor Deluxe is more than just a sewing machine; it's an investment in your creativity and self-expression. With this versatile tool at your side, you can bring your unique vision to life, one stitch at a time.

Buy Singer Tailor Deluxe Manual Handheld Sewing Machines at Murthy Sewing Machines Chennai

Visit Murthy Sewing Machines Chennai, your one-stop shop for all things sewing, and unlock the endless possibilities of the Singer Tailor Deluxe manual handheld sewing machine. Our friendly and knowledgeable staff will be happy to assist you in choosing the perfect machine for your needs, and our competitive prices ensure you get the best value for your money.

So why wait? Start stitching your way to a more fulfilling and creative life with the Singer Tailor Deluxe manual handheld sewing machine. Head down to Murthy Sewing Machines Chennai today and experience the joy of sewing firsthand!

Additional Tips and Tricks:

For even smoother stitching, use high-quality sewing thread and needles that are appropriate for the fabric you're working with.

Practice makes perfect! The more you sew, the more comfortable and confident you'll become.

Don't be afraid to experiment! There are endless possibilities when it comes to sewing, so have fun and let your creativity flow.

With the Singer Tailor Deluxe manual handheld sewing machine and a little practice, you'll be amazed at what you can create. So grab your machine, some fabric, and a dash of inspiration, and get ready to stitch your way to something truly special!

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[skuuastudent]

How design affects marketing

Made by Dias Akhmadiyev and Denis Mityanin

Design plays a key role in the world of marketing, and its impact on the effectiveness of advertising, branding and interaction with consumers cannot be underestimated. In this article, we will look at how design affects marketing and why it is so important for the success of any business.

Design is what consumers meet first of all. It can be a logo, a website, product packaging or an advertising banner. The first impression of the brand and product is formed thanks to the design. Attractive and professional design contributes to a positive perception of the brand and its products.

Good design contributes to the creation of a unique and easily recognizable visual identity of the brand. The logo, colors, fonts, and overall style help consumers instantly associate products or services with a particular brand. For example, many people can recognize the "apple" of Apple or the "zigzags" on the Zig-Zag package at a glance.

Design can be a powerful tool for conveying messages and emotions. Visual elements such as colors, shapes, and images can evoke certain feelings and associations among consumers. For example, the use of bright and warm colors can create associations with joy and warmth, while strict lines and neutral colors can convey seriousness and reliability.

Design also affects the user experience, especially in an online environment. Intuitive navigation, text readability, attractive images and the overall aesthetics of a website or application can make brand interaction more convenient and enjoyable. Improving the user experience helps to retain customers and increase conversions.

The design should be adapted to the target audience. Different groups of consumers can respond to different design elements, and successful marketing requires an understanding of this dynamic. For example, young people and older people may have different design preferences, and this should be taken into account when creating marketing materials.

Design plays an integral role in marketing. It affects the first impression, brand awareness, the transmission of messages and emotions, the improvement of user experience, adaptation to the target audience and the establishment of trust. Effective use of design can increase brand competitiveness and promote sales growth. Therefore, investing in design is an important part of any company's marketing strategy.

#design #marketing

[amithgarment]

Swatch Making Machine

Revolutionize your design process with our Swatch Making Machine. Engineered for efficiency, it effortlessly transforms your fabric samples into professional, ready-to-present swatches. Accelerate your creativity and impress clients with meticulously crafted samples, showcasing your textile designs in their best light. Visit www.amithgarmentservices.com for details.

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[cssmonster]

Explore 15+ CSS Panels

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