this town is full of monsters

How they react to your death - The Mikaelsons

Klaus Mikaelson:

You were the only person who was there for Klaus unconditionally, regardless on whether you believed he was in the wrong, you would never turn your back on him, you loved him and in his millennium on earth he had never met someone as unique and special to him,as you. Klaus reacted as expected when you were taken from him, initially he lashed out at those close to him, he blamed himself for what had happened for you and for introducing you to the danger and chaos within his life. But eventually Klaus began to see that his destruction and rage would not be what you wished for him, he began to support those who were close to you and carried out your wishes as you would have done had you been around to fulfill them yourself.

Elijah Mikaelson:

Elijah considered you a sister, he felt he could turn to you whatever his situation, whether it be an oh so often rist with Klaus or your opinion and advise regarding Haley he knew you would be there for him to offer your support and your honest opinion. For this reason when you died Elijah felt lost, he no longer had anyone to turn to, in fact when he learned of your death it was you he needed to talk to, to seek refuge from the horror which had occurred, it was clear to him not he nor his family would recover from your loss for quite some time. While he maintained his strong and collected manner within the public domain, behind closed doors he let himself go. Elijah would turn to Haley to relive his experiences with you and keep you alive within his memory.


Rebekah Mikaelson:

You were Rebekah’s best friend, you offered her someone to vent to when Klaus had stepped out of line, a shoulder to cry on during a feud with Marcel, but more importantly, someone she could go out with and let go of all of her worries regarding New Orleans and the Mikaelson family drama which.seemingly followed her around wherever she went. After your death Rebekah no longer went out, she couldn’t let got because she felt she was betraying your memory, she had pushed Marcel away and for a time, blamed Klaus for your death.

Kol Mikaelson:

When Kol had returned to his vampire form you helped him to control his hunger and bloodlust, you were an ear to listen to him when he felt excluded from his family and he also looked to you for advise when it came to making Davina happy, When you died he became further estranged from his family as you helped to unite them so without your support he found himself alone. Kol became a monster. With no one to keep his bloodlust in check he devoured entire towns full of people with little remorse.

SPN Hunters and Poverty

Ok the Original Post* was getting pretty long and I wanted to go off on a tangent so I’ve started a new one here:

So like, the audience is supposed to think it’s uncomfortable and possibly wrong for people whose job it is to save the world to have a certain level of luxury. Which is less than the one the people making the story have.

Honestly, I always knew they were there, but for the first time I’m actually kinda creeped out by the class issues in SPN (ok, I lie- the prices Creation charges creep me the fuck out, but aside from that. I mean in the actual story). Like, Sam and Dean are not truly poor anymore. But they do still live partially as working poor. They’re still economically insecure; depicted as, in some ways, working poor people who go into mostly middle-class and upper-middle-class communities, do a horrifying vital service, and then disappear. And it’s romantic, heroic. But it’s wrong.

Like, it’s actually a moral wrong that they should be poor. They deserve to be at least as economically stable as their creators.

We talk a lot about romanticizing violence, but what does it mean that the whole structure of the show honestly kinda romanticizes the poverty of the working class? Walmart is not romantic; it just sucks. @chiisana-sukima

Yes, American SPN Hunters are portrayed, generally, as working class (Winchesters, Campbells, Bobby) or middle class (Asa Fox, Jody, Donna). I think it is important to keep in mind that one reason full time hunters often seem poor is that the majority of what they are doing is a) considered criminal and b) needs to stay secret.  So they have to live under/off the radar.  In order to do that, you need to be either VERY, VERY wealthy (and bribe everyone) or you have to commit fraud on a daily basis. Assuming none of our hunters have endless supplies of cash, being cheap helps with the daily committing fraud process. Here’s why/how:

1) Hunters scam credit cards  - because they can’t hold down a real job and hunt, which means they have no means of income (other than technically criminal activity like hustling pool and looting the monster victims). Also, they can’t BE themselves - they cannot afford to be traced - by the authorities OR by the very smart humanoid monsters they hunt. Scammed cards can get detected really fast if you are throwing money around. Also, scammed cards are only as good as their limit (which is likely to be low) - so you want to make them last as long as possible. Lastly, when your card IS caught, skeevy, ethically questionable places are less likely to report it to the police. So Hunters look for cheap, dive places to spend their fake cash. Note: often some of these skeevy places are NOT less expensive than the Holiday In Express - they just ask fewer questions or will rent a room without a credit card or will forget you were there (or are more used to cleaning up blood from sheets).

2) Hunters are con men - they have to pretend to be authority figures/repairmen/teachers/social workers/lost relatives in order to get the information they need. They need to be ‘noticed’ as little as possible and leave almost record of their stay. Using a credit card leaves a trail - so that means using cash in places that won’t notice cash, and eating in places that see (and forget) lots of strangers. They also need to be hard to find when their identity is questioned. Who would look for the FBI in a skeevy hotel? Those two shifty guys in flannel coming out of the dilapidated Inn on rt 20 couldn’t possibly be the nice men we talked to earlier today…[of course the giant black car and hunter’s ridiculously good looks aren’t a problem, but that’s tv land for you].

3) Hunters are rural nomads - Notice that, in general, Hunters try to stay out of cities. While one of the main themes of SPN was supposed to be a focus on ‘heartland America’  - but really, woods monsters hide in rural areas, and (in theory) many human-eating monsters are are nomads, roaming for food. Thus Hunters focus on rural America and move around a lot following the monsters. Rural America is full of very small towns/places with no other option than the 1-2 star hotel (or less). One of my fav personal stories is of staying in the ONE motel in the entire COUNTY in TN - and it was EXACTLY the kind of place a Hunter would stay (right down to the friendly diner next door and the truck stop on the other side).  If you were wealthy and wanted to stay in that area - you rented a whole HOUSE/cabin in the nearby picturesque woods  - which is likely to get VERY noticed - or you stayed 30-50 inconvenient miles away.

US Hunters Evolving: Donna and Jody are an exception to many of the above statements. But they are a different kind of hunter - one that fans feel is an evolution of the American Hunter - the regional protectors. Jody and Donna, both suburban middle class, use their actual positions of authority to learn about and track monsters and also to cover up the evidence. They keep their own gerenal area ‘clean’ and call in “full time” nomadic hunters to deal with scarier stuff or stuff they hear about outside their territories. Their positions and training also make them capable fighters - brave, good with guns, etc.

US Hunters Best of a Broken System: Lastly, remember that the US did have a system more like that of the BMOL - academic magicians in authority directing local hunters to kill problems. What the US has NOW is what developed as a stop gap when the MoL vanished. Hunters like Dorothy and Mr. Ketch (shudder) trained others to keep the monsters at bay. They were focused on the find and kill part - not the administrative outlook of “Hey, if we are smart and make enough $, we can do this job better, faster and more efficiently.”  ‘Cause *I* know I sleep better in nicer hotels and I WORK better if I’m really well rested. Sam and Dean are MACHINES, really, - the stuff they pull off given how crappy they treat their bodies…

In Conclusion: Hell, I’ve lost the thread of where I was really going with this…it has devolved into an examination of WHY the class differences exist between US and British ‘hunter systems’. Not sure I’ve addressed @chiisana-sukima‘s concern about the morality of SPN implying that hunters SHOULD be poor or working class. 

Anyone else?

Sidequests

Deep within the bowels of the Earth laid an ancient force. A powerful source of magic and energy, which through the eons has developed a mind of its own. From its realm inside Mt. Cleos, the creature created an energetic flow that would give life to the variety of creatures and ecosystems around the mountain.

Once every 10 years, when the weather was just right, and the ground was quiet, the creature would emerge with great force out of the mouth of the mountain and into the skies. There, from its perch above the heavens, it will oversee all that it has created.

On this quiet day, it happened. With a thunderous roar, and a gush of red and yellow light, the beautiful beast swirled out of the top off the mountain, its wings glowing in the sunlight, and its mouth breathing ancient fire and smoke into the air in a display of fireworks.

*click*

Jessica’s camera shutter clicked as she took a photo of the beast just as it was emerging out of the mountain.

“That’s another 200 tokens!” she exclaimed excitedly, putting her camera into her duffle bag, which was filled with a large array of miscellaneous items. She looked down as she heard the familiar huffing of her friend Nora, climbing up the hill.

“I told you we had a perfect vantage point from this hilltop.” Jessica smiled as Nora collapsed onto her knees.

“I believed you…” Nora said, still huffing, out of breath. She looked up at the sky, which was still glowing in red and yellow. “What I was…” she started speaking before running out of breath again. “…Trying to say is…” she put her hands on her knees. “…oh divines… I’m so out of shape…” she looked up to see Jessica giving her a bottle of water.

After a few minutes of lying down against a tree and drinking the whole bottle, Nora finally caught her breath. “What I was trying to say was-” she started saying as she saw Jessica already beginning to pack. “Oh come on!”

“What?” Jessica looked back, confused.

“This is exactly what I was talking about, Jess.” Nora got up, tripped a little, and then found her balance. “Where are you even going?”

“Down the hill…” Jessica pointed down the valley of the mountain where there was a small village. “The festival is gonna take place soon. I wanna get all of our errands done before sundown.”

“But why?!” Nora asked. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” she looked up at the flying beast. “Why are you in such a hurry to do… things?”

Jessica raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what her friend was going on about.

“Listen Jess, you’re smart. Way too smart.” Nora started rambling. “I don’t understand why you’d think this is a good course of action, I mean… look!” she opened Jessica’s duffle bag and starting rummaging through the items.

“Broken vase shards…”

“Be careful with those! I’m almost 20% done with this one!”

“Stamp collection…”

“I think I’m making good progress.”

“All these letters…”

“Speaking of which, I need to deliver one of those to a butcher in that village over there.”

Nora sighed in frustration. “And then what?”

“Then we have to go pick up some ingredients for that old man’s stew. And after that I’m gonna go to the post office to pick up new stamps. And then to the local shrine because I think there’re vase shards there. Oh, and the little kid in the last town wanted us to buy special balloons for him in the super-store over here… and of course there’s lots of games I need to play during the festival, and take more pictures of the Mt. Cleos Monster… if I take a pic of its shadow against the full moon that’s worth 500 tokens-”

“Jess, shut up!” Nora was fed up, she stared at her friend in the eyes. There was a long silence between them.

Nora rubbed the back of her head, the sun was beginning to set behind her. “I’m sorry… I’m just…”

Jessica blushed, she looked a bit upset. “Don’t yell at me…”

“I know… I’m sorry, I’m just. Jess, this is no way to live.” Nora sat down again, she tapped the ground next to her, gesturing for Jessica to sit next to her. Jessica kept standing.

“Listen, I know this is important to you, but we can’t keep doing this. We can’t take on the whole world like that. We’re stretching ourselves thin. Look at me, I’m barely standing… look at yourself!”

Jess touched her hand to her face. It was covered with bandaids and scratches, and her eyes had bags under them and were sunken in.

“But I want to help people.” Jessica said, her voice quieter.

“I know you do, and you’re the most beautiful and caring person in the world. But you’re not gonna be helping anybody if you’re always busy helping everybody.” Nora explained.

“When you deliver the letter to that butcher…” Nora said. “What do you think will happen then? He’ll probably need help with something too. And in the super-store there’ll be more kids who will want you to buy more stuff. And the shrine maiden will probably have their own errands they’ll want you to do.” Nora sighed, she blushed at looked down. “That’s what happened the last 3 towns. That’s what will happen in the next town.”

Jessica looked down at Nora, a few tears in her eyes. She sat down quietly next to her. The sky were beginning to be painted orange as the sun went down. The lights show in the sky was subsiding.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Jessica asked.

“Just slow down. Take your time. There’s no rush. You don’t have to be everyone’s personal grocer 24/7.”

Jessica went quiet. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“No, don’t be…” Nora said. She smiled. “How about this… let’s go down to the village, deliver the letter, and then take the rest of tonight and tomorrow off? We’ll go to the festival, and just have fun. No need to worry about meeting deadlines or making the most progress. Just us, the games, and Mt. Cleos Monster.”

Jessica smiled, she held Nora’s hand. “That sounds pretty good.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, if you're not too busy, i was wondering what podcasts you listen to/would recommend? I started listening to the bright sessions and Mabel after seeing you reblog/post about them and i seem to have such trouble finding new ones to listen to. Thanks!

aI AM NEVER TOO BUSY TO TALK ABOUT PODCASTS.

Also, I listen to a HUGE number and I have been meaning to make a list.

so OK, here we go! /Mario 

http://mabelpodcast.com is amazing, it’s an eerie story about a woman trying to get in touch with the estranged granddaughter of the woman she takes care of as a live-in nurse. There’s ghosts, or faeries, or something else eerie.

http://thebrightsessions.com is a sweet, light podcast about a bunch of kids (high school and college age) who have superpowers and go to therapy. There’s a thriller element, lots of queer rep, and tons of in-world documents/blogs/etc created.

http://www.kingfallsam.com/ is about the radio hosts of the overnight call-in show in King Falls, a town where the weird happens.  Reminds me of Eerie, Indiana, if you ever saw that show.

http://withinthewires.com is by the Welcome to Night Vale people and it’s a creepy horror story about an oppressive regime and women escaping from it, and sisters and love and memory and identity.

https://arsparadoxica.com/ is a cold-war-style spy show about time travel and accidental history and science and people who are broken in interesting ways.

http://www.albasalix.com/ is a silly fairy-tale comedy that reminds me in all the best ways of a great sitcom. It’s about the grumpy Royal Physician to the King in a fantasy land and the idiots that plague her.

http://woodenovercoats.com/ reminds me instead of the great old British comedies like Fawlty Towers and Are You Being Served? It’s about a struggling funeral home on a tiny island and is lightly surreal. (It’s narrated by a mouse, for starters).

http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/panoply/the-message The Message and Life After are each one-season shows on this same stream. The Message is about a dangerous sound/music being studied; lif-e.af/ter is about people who live on via their social media profiles after death.

http://iriscasefiles.tumblr.com only has two eps, but it’s a cool adventure-y mystery in outerspace about a biologist and, I think, a revolution.

http://www.wolf359.fm/ is incredible, it’s about a small crew on a deep-space science mission that quickly goes bad – but it’s funny and charming and full of found family.

http://www.thepenumbrapodcast.com/ is a genre-bending semi-noir podcast about a grand hotel just this side of nowhere and the people that inhabit it.

http://thebridgepod.com is a tale of the transcontinental bridge, a once-grand project that has fallen to ruin, the mystery of what happened to those who once lived there, and deep-sea monsters and the eco-terrorists who love'em.

http://pleasuretownshow.com/ is about a turn of the century town in Oklahoma that was once envisioned as a hedonistic utopia but quickly fell to the vaguarities of man.

http://thrillingadventurehour.com/ now rarely updated, but with tons of back episodes – an old-school radio play type show.  The two stories that anchor it are Sparks Nevada, Marshall on Mars (space cowboys!) and Beyond Belief (glamorous NYC couple drinks, encounters the supernatural, amuses themselves by resolving problems) but there are quite a few serial shows.

http://www.eos10.com/ is about a couple of doctors on a space station that serves as an intergalactic travel hub, and is silly and ridiculous and worth it.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-elysium-project/id955156631?mt=2 is about folks who were experimented on and given strange powers, and have now escaped from the people who had them captive.  Really interesting take on how the powers work, IMO, and definitely scary sometimes.

http://rustyquill.com/the-magnus-archives/ is a weekly reading from, well, The Magnus Archives, a collection of eerie, horror-tastic documents in possession of a group that specializes in studying the weird.

http://www.archive81.com/ is also about both the library and librarian of a weird collection.  I stopped listening at the beginning of season 2 because of some pretty explicitly on-tape torture, but before that it was good.

https://www.lessergodspodcast.com/ is about the Final Five – the last generation of humans after a reproductive apocalypse.  They live in decadent fame as the world ends and people desperately try to create more people.  I wish this was fully acted rather than read in-perspective, I have a hard time keeping characters apart sometimes, but it’s good stuff in terms of world-building.

https://greaterbostonshow.com/ reminds me of a slightly more serious Douglas Adams, it’s a slightly surreal show about people in Boston and…weirdness.

http://www.returnhomepodcast.com/ is about an ordinary guy who returns home to find his dad has forgotten him, his mother is missing, and the Society of Shadows needs him.  The writing starts out pretty cliche but it gets better as the show goes on.

http://www.ourfaircity.com/ is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi… I’m not sure what to call it.  It’s not a comedy, but it is weirdly funny.  It’s not horror, but it can be horrific.  I have audio processing issues and this one gives me trouble, but when I can puzzle it through it’s usually worth it.

http://www.limetownstories.com/ is so so so good and I so hope for another season – a decade ago a scientific collective/town disappeared completely, to a person.  A reporter related to one of them investigates what could happen.  Heart-poundingly scary in all the best ways.

http://pnwstories.com/ has The Black Tapes, Tanis, and Rabbits, all presented as very ordinary NPR-style podcasts about weird and mysterious things – a collection of supernatural events that a scientist is studying, a place/state of mind/eerie thing called Tanis, and an ARG/real-world game.  I like’em well enough but they lean on the same tropes, so pick one and stick with it IMO.

http://www.lorepodcast.com/ is more folklore than fiction, but it’s good storytelling about mysterious and creepy and lovely things, so I think it belongs here.

On my yet-to-be-listened-to list:

http://www.hectorvsthefuture.com/

http://www.tarynmaxximilliandafoe.com/welcome-to-mollyville/

I… think that’s everything fictional/storytelling that I’ve got right now.  

Unnoticed [Jason Scott x Reader]

Request: Could you do something like the reader thought Jason never noticed her and then during the battle the red ranger saves her and once the battle is done and everything, he goes to check on her and asks her out?

Word Count: 1,952

A/N: I’m not sure how much I like certain parts of this. I haven’t actually written in about a month, so I’m a little rusty. I have read over it a couple times, and had another pair of eyes read it as well, but there might still be mistakes. Hope you all enjoy this though, and also, if you would like to be tagged in future writings let me know! My requests are OPEN! Also, if you are looking for another Power Ranger blog to follow, go check out my sister @zacktxylor! Her requests are also open!

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First thoughts on 12x18...

The Memory Remains is is one of those episodes where I can’t really tell how much of the problematic-ness was done on purpose, and I don’t want to be ‘that person’ that goes around saying that nothing is problematic and everything is perfect, but I also doubt that the ‘wrong-ey’ things in the episodes were accidents, because accidents don’t happen accidentally and there is a pattern, and patterns rarely happen accidentally. Basically - was the fact that all the main characters were white men done on purpose? The waitress Carmen and the health inspector are there, kind of in the outskirts on the scene, we barely hear their voices, the camera barely fixates on them, and when it does they don’t really get their ‘own’ shots, but we look at them through other characters’ eyes. In an episode with so much focus on looking through eyes (we repeatedly see things through a mask’s eye holes), I think it’s probably done on purpose.

It’s a claustrophobic episode, both in setting and ‘atmosphere’. Almost everything happens in enclosed spaces (the bunker, which is literally a bunker; a fridge cell; a basement with a literal tiny cage in it…) and the vibe of the episode is claustrophobic, a virtual enclosed space of lies weaved by white dudes. Reminds you of something? The episode Thin Man was the same, in Thin Man there was a dude wearing a monster mask that others mistook for a real monster (but… who was a real monster, although human), there were secrets and lies and the monster was a dude with an inferiority complex and whatever. After Thin Man aired we discussed about the episode being about white men only, the only female character killed right away and just a plot device, and it made sense - it felt jarring, and claustrophobic, and wrong, just like this episode feels, because everything is supposed to feel wrong and jarring and uncomfortably enclosing, because the episode is about cages and traps and acting wrong.

When Ketch and his men leave, the lights and shadow form a bar pattern, just like the bars that were supposed to keep Moloch trapped in the basement. The episode is about people being trapped, and Dean and Sam are trapped by the British Men of Letters’ scheme, Ketch has trapped them with the fake messages from Mick and now the bunker has become a cage, they’re under surveillance… it’s like when they were arrested, but now they are ‘arrested’ in their own home, and they don’t know it. They think they’re free, just like Lucifer thought he was free (and apparently now thinks he can get free, either with the help of that demon at the end of 12x17, or Dagon, or his child), but Lucifer was under Crowley’s control, just like the Winchesters are under Ketch’s control. Judging from the promo for 12x19, I’m betting that Cas also thinks he’s free but is under heaven’s control (again, poor thing).

Speaking of Lucifer - he’s a parallel to the Winchesters, but also, obviously, to the actual monster Moloch (*insert goat imagery related to the devil here*). Pete freed the monster from its cage, just like Lucifer has been freed from his original cage by Cas+prevented from going to the cage by Crowley. I’m not sure whether Pete is a mirror for Cas or Crowley or both - both Cas and Crowley wanted to use Lucifer for some goal (fighting the Darkness in Cas’ case, I-don’t-think-we-know-the-full-extent-of-it in Crowley’s), but Pete only claimed that his goal was ‘saving the town’, he just wanted very egoistical personal gain. If he’s a Cas mirror, he’s a dark mirror; if he’s a Crowley mirror, I don’t know.

Now let’s talk about Dean - Dean’s behavior is supposed to feel jarring and wrong, he’s concerned and scared about Cas so he distracts himself - the waitress (at a place filled with tiny Cas things* and large BS written everywhere), even called Carmen which reminds us of Carmen Porter from 2x20 and that is so not a coincidence, the burger, which Dean is overenthusiastic about just like when he came back from Purgatory (“it’s a treasure” then, “this is heaven” now - and the word heaven isn’t a coincidence, either, not with what the next episode is going to be about - again, I’m tending towards a Naomi-like situation where Cas is more under heaven’s control than he realizes, in some way or another).

* It’s like a compendium of everything - coffee, burger, “Gus’” like in season 9, the comet-ish-like logo, I mean, there’s even a fish…

The emphasis on the initial letters makes me think we’re supposed to read is as “BS C(a)S” aka bullshit Cas - Dean literally has sex with a woman to fill in Cas’ absence, and it’s quite explicit in the episode, it’s not just the letters or whatever - Dean is upset because Cas has disappeared, Dean acts on his coping mechanism things, it’s linear. It was supposed to be an episode about being closed in a dark place.

Changing the topic - the heaviness of dysfunctional white dude family brings us to the Stynes again. The entire season is run through by the Stynes, from the nazi elements to now a family who has a dark secret and basically owns the town (just like the Stynes were “gods” in the town). The intertwinement of the Bishop family and the British Men of Letters basically spells Stynes 2.0 - the Stynes invaded the bunker and ‘tainted’ it (back in those times we wrote about a possible adiós to the bunker just like we’re doing now…) just like Ketch and his men have done, with the difference that the Stynes trashed up the place, while the British Men of Letters acted so that Dean and Sam wouldn’t notice. Dean’s photographs feature heavily in both cases… (the two scenes are also parallel to Amara’s visit to the bunker, when she did trash the place up a little but also saw Mary’s picture and eventually brought her back - Amara, like Ketch, kind of collected into about Dean connected to Mary; the Stynes kinda did the same, as they dug up the same pictures, but they didn’t care).

So, I think the BMoL arc is going to have a lot in common with the Stynes arc, with the due differences - I expect a ‘reverse’ of the dark elements of the Stynes arc (Dean doesn’t have the Mark but has grown up a lot since those times, etc etc - extradiegetically, I’m pretty sure the witch twins and Jody are going to be fine lol, I’m pretty sure they learnt the lesson).

Basically I saw this episode as the love child of Thin Man and The Prisoner (there were vibes and references to other eps, but those two stood up imo), which suggests that the story will proceed in a way that will put the characters in situations similar to the ones back in late season 9-late season 10, except that the characters have gone through experiences that are going to have them react to the situation differently. Thoughts?

horror movie starter sentences

“I just love a man who gives you head - and lets you keep it!”
“It’s alive! It’s alive!”
“We’re going to need a lot of bullets.”
“I am the devil and I am here to do the devil’s work.”
“Heeeere’s Johnny!”
“My mummy always said there were no monsters– no real ones– but there are.”
“That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.”
“…and remember. The next scream you hear may be your own!”
“They won’t stay dead.”
“When there’s no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the earth.”
“In space, nobody can hear you scream.”
“I warned you not to go out tonight.”
“It started in May in a small town. And every month after that whenever the moon was full… it came back.”
“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
“Suicide is like the ultimate ‘fuck you’.”
“Ding dong. You’re dead.”
“Humans are such easy prey.”
"The good news is your dates are here. The bad news is…they’re dead.”
“You have the right to remain silent. Forever.”
“He’s in town with a few days to kill.”
“Oh yes, there will be blood.”
“You are who you eat.”
“Something has found us.”
“What an excellent day for an exorcism.”
“Drink from me. And live forever.”
“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”
“We all go a little mad sometimes.”
“They’re here…”
“I wanna play a game.”
“I see dead people.”
“I think we’ll start with a reign of terror.”
“Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?”
“We all go a little mad sometimes… Haven’t you?”

Eras of the Post-Apocalypse

Civilization has fallen. Whether it’s a mystical ritual gone horribly wrong, an invasion of barbarians, or a worldwide nuclear TPK, the world is thrown into chaos. But, as Pete “Sneaky Bastard” Baelish once said, chaos is a ladder, not a spiral. Will your characters climb that ladder?
One major consideration, though; how long ago was the Great Apocalyptic Event? This can affect what resources and enemies, if any, are present. Nuclear war leads to radiation zones that wear down over time. The same can be said of magical wards and manifest zones. Technology and/or magical artifacts might still be ready to be used (and the characters being young enough to know how they work). And most importantly, communities need time to regroup and rebuild. The eras listed below are left vague and general- they are mostly a form of “shorthand” for DMs to give their players an idea of what the game world is like.

Aftermath
This era takes place on the ruins of society. The Event that destroyed civilization probably occurred within memory of most of the adult inhabitants of the world (assuming they’re human in aging). It could’ve been last month, it could have been twenty years ago- either way, society is destroyed.
Buildings still stand, damaged but largely intact. Technological devices will be damaged but still functioning. Multi-charged and single use pre-Event magic items, such as scrolls and potions, will be available. Fuel, food, batteries, and ammunition will be available to those who are good at scavenging. As the scavengers pick the area clean, however, people eventually turn to raiding to get what they want.
Lawful society is highly disorganized if set in the decentralized modern setting, but in the medieval setting, communities will be largely unaffected, instead becoming insular and looking to their own defenses. With the lack of an armed central authority, however, bandit gangs will become more common, and travel eventually grinds to a crawl due to the danger.

Generation Zero
In this era, multiple decades to a century have passed since the Event. Only the oldest survivors remember what life was like before the collapse of the old kingdom, but most adults were born after the Event. Pre-Event items will be closely guarded and uncommon, and the people who can maintain and repair them are dying off. The ruins still stand, although they are more dangerous than ever due to erosion. Not that you’d want to go there anyway- it’s probably full of monsters and picked clean of useful stuff by now.
Society has begun rebuilding in small, fortified or hidden settlements. Some come under control of brutal warlords, while others look to a town sheriff if they’re lucky. These settlements are always self-sufficient, but may trade with their neighbors depending on geography and the dangers of the roads. Scavenger bands are rare now; everyone on the road is most likely a bandit or a raider. These gangs prey upon the weak and hide from the strong. Only the heartiest souls wander the land, but their occupation is perilous as hell.

Dark Ages
At least a century has past since the Event, and only the elders of the Elves remember the old kingdom. Everyone else remembers the old world only in the form of semi-mythical stories, handed down word-of-mouth from the previous generations. While the ruins of the ancients may still stand, and the most perilous of them will contain hidden treasures, what remains of the old kingdom’s magic and/or technology is incomprehensible to the current inhabitants of the world. It is possible that pre-Event relics remain, but the people who guard and maintain them have only a vague notion of how they work.
Society has grown beyond simple survival. Trade goods are made. Records are kept, art is created, music is composed, and people develop new mystical traditions. Travel increases with trade, but the dangers of the previous era have not gone away. Warlords covet any settlement that prospers, and vast wildernesses remain. Given luck, skill, and time, these warlords can become the kings of the new kingdoms that are rising.

New World
Many centuries, to perhaps a millennium or more, have passed since the Event. Only the immortal undead remember the old kingdom (assuming their brains are intact). Legends tell of civilization wrought low, but the details are sketchy and sometimes embellished. If anything remains and is still functional, no one knows properly how it works. Simple technology, or even the customs and rituals of the old kingdom, are mysteries to the current inhabitants of the world.
The ruins of the ancients remain as worn-out monuments or buried memories, if they still stand at all. At this point, the old kingdom is merely a backdrop element that explains all the mysterious ruins in the countryside, and little else.
Society has formed into what could be considered a new civilization, although it is likely primitive and more violent than it’s ancestor civilization. Vast regions remain unpopulated and lawless, but other areas have come under the control of small nation-states and independent city-states, usually ruled by warriors or priests of some stripe.

Some Good Old Fashioned Motherly Advice

A/N- The next part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

Sorry that it is so long- I started out thinking this wasn’t going to be a long chapter, but then I started writing….

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In the two days since their fight, Y/N had stayed locked up in her room, only sneaking out to eat when she was sure the boys had gone to bed. Sam and Dean had both tried numerous times to get her to come out or to talk to them, but all attempts failed. They were honestly surprised she was still here. They though after the fight, she surely would have left.

Y/N herself was surprised she was still at the bunker. She packed and unpacked her bag multiple times and had planned to leave every time, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something was keeping her here and Y/N wished she knew what it was. She was livid with the boys and wasn’t sure she could ever forgive them, so why couldn’t she make herself walk out the front door?

The boys were brooding in the library when Jody called.

“Hey Jody,” Dean answered, putting the sheriff on speaker.

“Hi boys. I was calling because I was hoping that you could make a trip up here to Sioux Falls. I think there’s something in town. Maybe a werewolf? I’m not really sure.”

Dean looked up at his brother. Things were pretty tense here, maybe a hunt would be a good thing, they could blow off a little steam. On the other hand, would being in the tight quarters of a hunt really be the best with Y/N being so angry at them?

Sam leaned forward and spoke to their friend, “Can we call you right back?”

“Sure thing.”

Sam disconnected the call and said, “We can’t leave Jody hanging, especially if she’s not sure what’s in town. We need to go give her a hand.”

Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, “I know, but I also know Y/N’s not going to give up a hunt and is that what we need right now?”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know man. I don’t think she’s coming out of that room to see us anytime soon. I’m not even sure why she’s still here. If I didn’t hear her sneak to the kitchen when she thought we were sleeping, I’d swear she already ran off.”

Dean agreed, “Yeah well, maybe a hunt is the only way to lure her out here.”

“Probably, but even if it does I don’t think she’s going to be willing to talk to us much. And certainly not about the fight.” Sam got up from the table, “Call Jody back, tell her we’re in. I’ll go try and tell Y/N.”

Sam stopped outside Y/N’s door. Him and Dean had both tried knocking before with no luck. Dean had even tried just walking in, but the door had been locked, which of course lead to him mumbling under his breath about removing that later.

Sam knocked once and like expected didn’t get a response. “Hey Y/N, a friend of Dean and I’s up north has some kind of monster problem in town. Maybe a werewolf? Point is she needs help and asked us to come asap. We’re going to go. I know we’re not your favorite people at the moment, but I didn’t know if you’d want to join us on the case?”

Sam stood there waiting for any sign that she’d heard them, but none came. Just as Sam was about to give up the door cracked open and Y/N’s head stuck out. “I’ll be ready in ten.”

Sam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.


The six- hour car ride was awkward to say the least. Y/N, still pissed at the guys certainly wasn’t going to say anything and the brothers opened their mouths multiple times, but always chickened out, too afraid of only making the situation worse.

Jody knew she was in for it when the siblings got out of the car. There wasn’t a smile to be seen. They guys tried to fake it when they greeted her, but she saw right threw it. This was going to be a long visit.

Jody smiled at the young woman in front of her. Sam and Dean had been kind enough to give her a heads up about the guest they’d be bring with them. She extended her hand to shake Y/N’s, “You must be Y/N, the boys have told me all about you. Jody Mills.”

Y/N shook the older woman’s hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Well, you all look tired. Why don’t you come in. I’ve got dinner and I can fill you in about the case.”

The hunt carried on for another few days. They concluded that it was definitely a werewolf, but tracking it was proving to be more difficult than they originally anticipated. Everyone was sitting at the table after dinner on the fourth night, frustrated that the monster was still on the loose killing people.

“There have been no signs of another attack,” Sam stated, “which would imply that it left town, but there hasn’t been anything in nearby towns either. It’s almost like this thing dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Well that clearly isn’t what happened,” Dean snarked back. Tensions were starting to run high in the house. Not only was the hunt not going well, but Y/N was still ignoring the boys. She gave them the silent treatment, speaking only when absolutely necessary about the case. Sam and Dean had tried to talk to her about Adam and the fight, but she managed to shut it down almost right away.

Nothing seemed to be going right this week.

Jody gave everyone a sympathetic smile, “It’s been a long day. We don’t we all turn in for the night. Maybe if we come back to it in the morning with a clear, well rested head we’ll have more luck.”

Sam nodded, “That sounds like a pretty good idea to me. Goodnight everyone.” Sam headed upstairs, with Dean following close behind.

Jody turned to Y/N, “Not tired?”

Y/N gave her a weak smile, “Exhausted.”

Jody reached out and patted her hand. She couldn’t imagine how hard this had all been on the young girl. From what the Winchesters had told her, Y/N had been through a lot, and their recent fight was still fresh, “Sweetheart, can I give you some motherly advice?”

Y/N looked up and Jody recognized a look of desperation in her eyes. This girl so desperately needed someone. Someone to turn to, someone to help her make sense of the life she’d ended up living. Jody doubted she’d had anyone like that since her mother died. Y/N had been alone most of the time, and while Sam and Dean had the potential to be those kind of people for her, it hadn’t worked out that way so far.

“I can’t begin to imagine what’s going on in your head right now. As I’m told life hasn’t been too easy for you, but you strike me as a strong girl. I haven’t known your brothers for too long, maybe three years, but I do know that family means everything to them and that they love you a lot.” Y/N sat back in her chair, pulling her hand away. Jody knew this was when she was going to start to lose Y/N, so she hurried on.

“I know that to you right now it probably doesn’t seem like it and you’re beyond confused about the whole thing. Nobody can blame you for that. But one thing that I can say about your brothers with a hundred percent certainty is that they truly do value family and you. The situation with Adam, well I don’t really have a solid explanation about that for you. That was extremely out of character for them and it is obvious that they feel a lot of guilt about it.”

“So I should just forget about it? Since they feel guilty it doesn’t matter at all?” Y/N didn’t mean to snap at Jody. She liked the sheriff enough, but that didn’t change the fact that she was sitting there defending Sam and Dean’s actions.

Jody reached out and took Y/N’s hand again, trying to be as comforting as possible. “Of course, you don’t have to just forget. My point is that those boys up there love and care about you a lot. They would never let what happened to Adam happen to you. I think that maybe you should consider giving them a fair shot. You can’t spend the rest of your life locked away in your bedroom. So are you ready to walk away from the only family you got left, because you’ve had almost a week and you haven’t yet. I think if you really wanted to totally cut them out of your life you would have done it already.”

Y/N wiped at the tears starting to form, “I don’t know Jody. Life’s so lonely on my own, but I don’t know how to possibly move on. I mean it’s hard to forgive them because they literally left my twin in hell. At the same time I don’t think I can trust them because I worry that they will do something similar to me. I know you said they love me and you don’t think they would, but if the choice came down to me or them I don’t feel so confident. They will always pick each other. They’ve done it before. Sam and Dean will do anything save each other, no matter the consequences. They don’t have that kind of loyalty to me and that kind of loyalty to each other could cost me. It cost Adam.”

At this point Y/N was full out crying, Jody pulled her in for a hug. “Ignoring them isn’t going to solve anything. If you don’t hear them out nothing will ever change. For better or worse. Listen to them. Hear their side of the story.”


By the next afternoon, it had become apparent that the monster had left town. Taking their chances, the siblings decided to head over to the next town to look for the werewolf. The boys said their goodbyes to Jody and started to pack up the impala. Y/N hugged the sheriff, “Thanks for taking such good care of us Jody.”

“Anytime, and you have my number now. Call me if you need anything. Whether you’re with your brothers or not.”

She pulled back and smiled, “Thanks Jody. I’ll remember that.”

By the time, Sam, Dean and Y/N arrived in town a couple had been killed. Encouraged that they seemed to finally be catching a break, the siblings headed to the morgue. The bodies had long claw marks down their torsos and both were missing their hearts.

“Definitely our wolf.”

The trio headed to the site of the last deaths. It was a clearing in the local park and since night had fallen the park was empty. They split up searching for clues.

Y/N kept her gun, loaded with silver bullets out in front of her, on the ready for anything. She stalked to the edge of the trees, looking for anything that might help them find their monster.

“Guys, I heard something over there.” Dean whispered, motioning his gun in the direction of the woods right in front of them. Y/N listened closely, but didn’t hear anything.

Sam slowly crept forward, gun raised and threw a stick at the nearest bush. A second later a bunny came hopping out. He rolled his eyes at Dean, his arm dropping to his side, “Good catch. I think the werewolf is long gone at this point.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, but nodded nonetheless, “I agree, he got his furry ass out of here after he killed that couple.”

The brothers turned to head back to the impala, Y/N a few steps behind them. As they were putting the trees behind them, Y/N swore she heard something. She turned and took a step forward again.

Suddenly, the werewolf came flying out of the bushes at Y/N. She yelped and tried to raise her gun, but it was knocked from her hand as the werewolf pushed her to the ground, landing on top of her. Y/N’s yelped grabbed the attention of her brothers who turned in time to see the monster leaping on top of their sister.

Y/N screamed as the werewolf’s claws carved through her stomach. Gun shots rang out across the park and the werewolf slumped, dead, next to Y/N’s body. Sam and Dean rushed over to her side, dropping into the grass next to her.

“Oh God,” Sam whispered at the sight of all the blood soaking through her shirt. Its claws had cut long and deep; she was quickly losing a lot of blood.

“We need to get her to a hospital now, Sammy.” Sam nodded at his older brother reaching out to carry her back to the car. Y/N cried out as he moved her body. The brothers ran back to the car. Dean hopped into the driver’s seat, starting the car instantly, while Sam crawled into the backseat cradling Y/N to him.

Dean pulled away as soon as the door closed behind Sam, engine reviving as he sped off.

Sam started to panic as Y/N’s eyes drooped close, “Just hold on Y/N, we’re going to get help okay? Dean going as fast as he can, but we need you to just stay awake.”

Sam tried to apply pressure to the cut to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working; if Dean didn’t get them there soon Y/N was going to bleed out in his arms.

“Drive faster Dean!”


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For the cuddlefic prompt thingie: Dipper & Mabel, missing the Falls.

Dipper wasn’t sure where Grunkle Stan had found the mattresses that lived in the attic of the Mystery Shack. If he had to guess, he’d say probably a dumpster, or some pile of discarded inventory when the mattress store downtown turned into a laser tag place. They were covered in ominous stains which Mabel gave names and personalities to and Dipper did his best to ignore, and seemed to be some strange in-between size so that Stan didn’t have any sheets that actually fit them. The springs in Mabel’s mattress were on their last legs and the ones in Dipper’s had given up long ago. When he lay down he sank into an amorphous sea of padding before landing on stiff boards. It had taken him three nights before he was tired enough to get a full night’s sleep.

Those early nights at the Mystery Shack, Dipper had lain awake thinking longingly of his bed at home, so it was fundamentally unfair that now that he was home, with his own semi-firm mattress and fitted sheets and the faint glow of streetlights outside, he couldn’t sleep. He twisted the blankets around himself, doing his best to recreate the stuffy little cocoon of softness he’d slept in all summer, but his pillow was too hard and the mattress was too even and everything was just wrong.

“Hey Dipdop.”

Dipper yelped as a green sticky hand shot over the edge of the top bunk and stuck to the side of his face.

“Mabel, what the heck!”

“Can’t sleep either, huh?”

Dipper peeled the stretchy hand off and sent it flying back. He heard a smack and a squeak and then Mabel giggled. She dangled her upper body over the side of the bed, the hand hanging off her forehead with its handle swinging back and forth over Dipper’s head.

He considered pointing out that if he had been asleep, a surprise hand attack would definitely have ensured that he didn’t stay that way, but instead he sighed. “Everything feels … weird.”

“You haven’t been having bad dreams, have you? If you do, me and Mr. Snugglesworth are on it!” She tossed a large toy dragon down at her brother.

Dipper shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just … different.”

Mabel grabbed onto the bedframe and flipped herself down onto Dipper’s bed. “Well, we are older now,” she said. “And taller. And cooler! So I guess it makes sense.”

“And we did kind of help save the world,” Dipper admitted.

Mabel grinned and held up her hands for a double high-five. “Yeah! We’re the best!”

Mabel high-fives were one of the things most likely to wake their parents, so Dipper tapped her outstretched palms gently with his knuckles and whispered, “Boom!” like they used to before the summer. Grunkle Stan never really cared about how much noise they made.

There were suitcases and clothes and craft supplies scattered across their room. Maybe it would feel better once they put everything away. Right now, Dipper felt like . . . like he was in one of those alternate universes Grunkle Ford had talked about, one that was almost-but-not-quite the one he was used to. He missed that terrible half-broken mattress. He missed burned box-mix pancakes. He missed the darkness outside when he slept.

“… I miss it,” he said out loud.

“Well, yeah, doofus!” Mabel smiled and hit him, affectionately, with a pillow. Dipper laughed and pushed her away and she flopped backwards across the length of his bed.

“I don’t know …” he said, curling up against the headboard. “I’m starting to think . . . maybe you were right. About growing up not being the greatest. We’re supposed to be home, but I feel all … spread out and wobbly. And is it just going to get more like this? I mean, with high school, and college, and everyone we know splitting off to do their own thing? Who knows if we’ll even be able to keep in touch with anyone, and—”

Mabel lassoed him with the corner of his quilt and pulled him over to where she was lying, squeezing her arms around him until his eyes were watering and he had to wriggle out of her hold so that he could breathe.

“I don’t know,” Mabel said. “But you got me. And I’m preeeeeetty sure that if we stopped talking to everyone back ho—back in Gravity Falls—they’d send out some kind of lumberjack robot search party.”

The word she hadn’t quite said stung, but Mabel ploughed ahead. “It’s like … we’ve already got two homes, you know? And it’s sad because we can’t be in both of them at once but it’s also happy because … we’ve got them. And we can all have cool adventures and when we see each other again we’ll be even cooler! Like those Monster-moon things you and Candy were talking about!”

Dipper snuggled deeper into the mattress. It still didn’t feel right, but lying on it crookedly with Mabel’s weight behind him it felt … better.

“What kind of adventures will we have, though?” he said. “Eighth grade is nothing compared to hunting for monsters in the Arctic! Or running a tourist trap in a town full of actual anomalies! Or—”

“Don’t you worry, bro-bro,” said Mabel. Her voice was getting softer and he could feel her head drooping into the blankets. “Anywhere the two of us are, there’s gonna be adventures. I’m sure of it.”

10

The Influencers: Laura Palmer

Laura Palmer: Twin Peaks’ Homecoming Queen and Centerpiece

It all started with a Homecoming Queen. She was dead and wrapped in plastic. The hauntingly beautiful blonde North Pacific teenage dream washed up on shore, nearby the Northern Lodge is what started it all. Laura Palmer was the American Dream the bore the secrets of a hellish life and a gruesome end. And yet, her story doesn’t just yet. Laura Palmer was Town Peaks’ savior. Ripped from the innocents, she dabbled in the darkness of the woods but she never let her conscious be sucked out.

According to her secret diary, young Laura has seen over 40 sexual deviants.From the violent Leo Johnson to the corrupt Ben Horne, the sultriness of the blonde bombshell was too captive to bear. Designed as a Marilyn Monroe mockup, Palmer eerily shares Norma Jean’s descent to death in a manner no other Marilyn biopic could. Her innocence was snuffed from out of her, even before she bled to death.

Ayn Rand once wrote this about Marilyn: “Marilyn Monroe on the screen was an image of pure, innocent, childlike joy in living. She projected the sense of a person born and reared in some radiant utopia untouched by suffering, unable to conceive of ugliness or evil, facing life with the confidence, the benevolence, and the joyous self-flaunting of a child or a kitten who is happy to display its own attractiveness as the best gift it can offer the world, and who expects to be admired for it, not hurt”

That figure that radiated a brim of light and utopia among the proverbial hypocrisies of the town buried in secrets is very much like Laura herself. Her smile and bright eyes were forced to see people and the alters for what they really were. Imagine the world where all your heroism and good deeds have no importance because the pain is just too unreal. You are the captive of your own parent’s sexual deviances. You are the pawn in “The Evil that Men Do.” To live your life as the sexual prey that lingers and consumes your father is morally reprehensible.

When you see Bob inhabit Cooper in the new season, we see a different man, absolutely. But everything Bad Cooper does is in tune with survivalism, with the nature of his job, and with his take on what’s the difference between morally and ethically good and bad. Even the murders are not of significant impertinence because he sees this part of his job. It’s the Hit Man or the Bounty Hunter. You cross the line, you paid with your life. This may be because deep down, the doppelganger is the duality of all the bad that lies inside Cooper. This is a Cooper with a freewill and choice to do unrepentant harm more than the choice to be good. The Bob here seems content to wreak havoc yet humane. This Bob Cooper appears to be lascivious, crude, and detached to the lightness. He operates in the dark where he can trap the creatures of the night. His entourage is these hooligans who look like they should be a part of Deliverance.

Leland Palmer, on the hand, is obtusely repugnant because as mentioned in the original series, his entire conscious was raped and carved out of him. His whole being and sense of right and wrong are influenced by Bob himself who is more the Jiminy Cricket to Leland’s Pinocchio. Yes, it’s horrifying to know that his own innocence was taken from him when he was just a boy but that doesn’t absolve him from the crimes he committed. He is everything described in Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun.” Painted smiles hiding a truth only found in nightmares.

As far as we know, this Bad Cooper doesn’t rape because he doesn’t have to. He gets what he wants. That he makes very clear. The doppelganger knows he’s bad but there’s a charm to him because he’s upfront about it. In many ways, there’s no need to go insane because he’s not hiding behind secrets and the dualities that do belong to us. He acknowledges himself for him and he can truly enjoy his essence.

With Leland, there is a sick streak of a shadowed veneer underneath the handsome suburban lawyer father. He is constantly trying to pretend to be normal but he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s no longer conduit for Bob. He is Bob and Bob is him. That’s why the evil spirit doesn’t want that vessel anymore. He wants someone pure like Laura and Cooper that he can just live without his garmonbozia. Leland was too much of an erratic liability to withstand. He was in complete denial of his willing participation in these crimes. He was a family man. Your lawyer (to a corrupt capitalist with his own shady deals, Ben Horne incidentally is Laura’s pimp), your upright citizen in a quaint little suburban town.

The true story here is of a girl who was saddled with the inescapable evils of the father and chose death over allowing that evil to be fully realized in her flesh. Laura is the victim of the story. This sweet innocence tainted by societal greed and cruelty. But she was a savior as well. A savior who decided to save a town mixed of worthless fools and sweet souls.

The demonic possession is a metaphor for the monster inside of us and some can’t control the evil we do. Is the story of Laura Palmer so incredulous to believe that her grieving father was responsible for the rape, torture, and subsequent death of her. When seeing the world through her eyes, we are at the precipice of what the town really is. A fake town who turned a blind eye to the next generation, allowing them to become pawns for the seeding underbelly that underscores the greed, corruption, and drugs presented to them. It’s an idyllic town full of hypocrites that will never escape their hometown glory nor will they know just how this tragic Homecoming Queen saved them and continues to save them from eternal damnation.

Laura is Buffy the Vampire Slayer without Scooby Gang support system behind her.

Elevator goes up, elevator come down

OKAY. Finally back at it! Let’s see about finishing Night in the Woods here…

  • Here we are in the dark and scary mines…let’s venture forth…
  • Whelp, there’s a drop there
  • Aaand down we go…
  • “Gotta save up for the screaming later”
  • I really feel like maybe somebody should’ve brought a flashlight or something
  • Uhh Mae why are we going towards the horrible bad thing making you panic here
  • Great now we’re in the total dark except for Bea’s cigarette
  • Please don’t walk off the cliff Mae
  • And this is getting progressively creepier
  • Wait is this seriously like some eldtrich horror down here or something
  • THIS IS UNCOMFORTABLY RELEVANT
  • So because the economy was bad you turned to devil worship I guess???
  • Yes just THROW PEOPLE INTO THE SATAN HOLE TO GET YOUR COAL MINING TOWN BACK
  • All of these questions Mae has I WANT BOTH OF THEM ANSWERED BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE EITHER WAY I’LL MISS VITAL INFORMATION
  • Ohhhh fuuuuuk Casey
  • Wow okay fuck you Satan worshipper guys
  • Yeeeah Satan guys I don’t think you’ve much sold the crew here on the whole “blood for the blood god so the coal town will still function” deal
  • And the gang runs off from that horrid nonsense
  • There sure is some frickin relevant storytelling in here about how a group of people desperate for a return to a rose-tinted past full of jobs and security become willing to sacrifice both their morals and the lives of people they deem “worthless” to a ravenous monster
  • S H R I E K S
  • Angus’s scouting history TO THE RESCUE
  • At least Mae appears to be functioning better now
  • Aaaaaaaaaa
  • Aaaaaahhhaaaaaaaa aaaaa
  • THAT WAS SURE A THING
  • Hyper like dolphins after nearly getting eaten by coal Satan I guess
  • PLATFORMED THE HECK ON OUTTA HERE
  • Oh, good thing Germ was here
  • About to say, Bea…yeah if you blow up the only way out, all the coal Satanists down there are pretty much dead
  • But I guess if the elevator broke then they’re goners anyway
  • Bea: Oh sheesh now I have to explain the trolley problem to all you guys
  • Now we’re BACK ON THE INTERNET THEN
  • Ohh okay we got band practice coming up because need some normalcy after the murderclub?!
  • (Sometime I should actually go back and try to finish Demontower too)
  • OH we’re at the epilogue now
  • Good yes go talk to mom here
  • Aaand gave the mystery tooth to dad
  • (Also dad I know your job sucks but please join a union instead of the murdercult)
  • Found the last dusk star constellation!
  • Gonna try and hit up every place and every person I can think of before band practice time
  • “Chased by a death cult of conservative uncles” TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION
  • Aww poor Lori is having a bit of a rough time too
  • Hey it’s that cosmic janitor again
  • Is the cosmic janitor like God here…or that saint? Cause I swear that statue in the graveyard fits his profile
  • Oh wow can get into the abandoned Food Donkey for the first time
  • Okay, to the Snack Falcon we go!
  • Sisterhood of Squaredancing Monsters
  • The gang
  • THE CREDITS NOW
  • Ahhhhh I’m done now and I’M FULL OF MANY MANY FEELINGS
  • That was gooood good stuff
  • And I’m debating if I should go back and try to do other days with Gregg or Angus more, since I mostly focused on Bea??
  • But then I’d have to erase my current save file, and sob for that
  • BUT YES I REALLY LIKED IT

anonymous asked:

I want you to know that I had a crumpled up post it note and there was no trashcan nearby. I almost just dropped it on the ground, but then a thought, man criminals!Obito would be angry. So I held onto it till there was a bin.

xD Eco terrorist Obito approves! And in congratulations, have a snippet from the next part of the criminals ‘verse. ^-^


“Out! Get out!” the guard barks, shoving at them with the muzzle of his gun. “I don’t have time to waste with you rats. Out of the truck. Don’t make me come in there and get you!”

As they stumble out into the cold winter sunlight, Nagato grips Konan’s arm so hard he’s absolutely certain he’s leaving bruises, and it’s the only thing that keeps him on his feet as his legs cramp. He bites back a cry, frozen muscles and unused limbs not ready for motion, and Konan has to wrap an arm around his waist to propel him towards the corner of the compound the guard shoves them at.

“It’s all right,” Konan breathes as they press against the wall, barely moving her lips, because between the two of them she’s always been the braver. “I won’t let them separate us.”

She’s said it before—at the orphanage, with Hanzō, in the darkness of the ship that took them away and in the chill of the covered truck that brought them here. It makes Nagato wish, desperately and fruitlessly, that Yahiko was on his other side, the way he always used to be, bold and bright and incredibly brave. He’d be shouting abuse at their captors, taking a stand, the way he did when Hanzō caught them. Ever since the very beginning, it’s been the three of them—cool, calm Konan, cheerful, charming Yahiko, and Nagato in between them, dull and fearful and far too prone to tears.

Those at least have dried up these last few hellish weeks. The first week Nagato had thought he’d never stop crying, from fear, from grief, from helplessness. Now, though—now he feels as if he couldn’t cry even if he wanted to. Everything has withered, leaving only this barren sort of angry terror, directionless, expansive.

Konan’s fingers latch around his wrist, gripping back, and Nagato forces himself to breathe.

From behind the guard, another man laughs. He’s tall and lean, with skin that almost has a touch of green to it, and his hair is dark. Nagato doesn’t need more than a quick glance from beneath his lashes to pick out gold at his collar and cuffs, platinum around his wrist—money, then, clearly.

After Hanzō, after what happened to their town, Nagato doesn’t think he’ll ever manage to look at men like that without thinking them monsters lying in wait.

The man’s smile does nothing to calm his fears. “Fresh meat?” he asks, grinning like it’s a fantastic joke. A step to the side so he can see past the guard, and strange golden eyes catch Nagato’s own, full of something he can’t read and doesn’t want to. When he flinches back, the man just laughs. “Oh, they’re fresh indeed.”

One of the looming men who forced them into the truck at the docks makes a derisive sound, and it’s only with effort that Nagato doesn’t flinch from that, too. “They were offered to the boss free of charge, but he can’t sell them. What’s the point?”

Konan’s fingers are like manacles around his wrist, but Nagato knows they’re far more to hold herself back than to hold him. Konan knows he won’t run into a fight, while Nagato knows Konan will.

Yahiko would be the one leading the charge, if he were here, but he’s not.

He’ll never be anywhere ever again.

“Can’t sell them alive,” a woman’s voice says, absently, mildly amused. In a doorway, the shadows stir, and a tall, auburn-haired woman in a short dress saunters out, seemingly unaware of the mountain chill that’s already making Nagato’s teeth chatter. She casts him and Konan a lazily assessing look, closer to bored than anything, and then turns a sly smile on the man. “Do you know what livers and kidneys go for on the black market, Mr. Gardener? Hearts? Lungs? It’s just a matter of knowing the right people.” Stepping close to him, she traces her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, casting a look up at him through her lashes. “Though I suppose you know all about that, if you’re here.”

The dark-haired man laughs even as he grabs her hand and pushes it away. “You’re slavering up the wrong tree, my dear Fūka,” he says, on the edge of cruel mocking, and glances back over his shoulder at the shadow following him. “Tobi, did you bring my briefcases like I asked?”

A sour expression crosses Fūka’s face, and she pulls away with a scoff. “Really? You brought your little pet with you? How tacky.”

Gardener grins, sharp-edged and wicked, and he ignores her completely as he turns to address the smaller figure Nagato hadn’t even noticed before. “Give that one to me and wait here. I can’t stand your lurking.”

“Yes, sir,” the dark-haired boy chirps, bobbing his head and coming to a sharp halt in front of Nagato. Younger even than he and Konan are, Nagato judges with a touch of horror, probably not even seventeen yet. One side of his face is wrapped with bandages, leaving only his dark right eye bare, and his left eye is covered with a patch. A long-sleeved shirt can’t quite hide the angry red scars on his right arm and his hand, wrapped around the handle of a second briefcase he hangs on to while the wealthy man takes the other from him.

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The Adventurers of Torland - The Chevaliers of Gizastein

In the world of Gizastein, society belongs under lordship rule and the military force behind it are an order of knights named the Chevaliers.

The standard oath for any serving chevalier is to “With faith in my strength, I will protect the children of Gizastein”. Simple such a statement may be, people are currently in search for what defines it. There are 6 continents in Gizastein; Welgia, Yuorza, Asterfell, Granvania, Zophier and the sky of Canaan. Each chevalier faction generally functions the same within these lands (with different customs and color alterations in uniform here and there) but until a later point of time, I’m only showing a little preview of the faction of Welgia. These chevaliers can be identified with their greenish uniform.

Welgia is a verdant land full of plains, flora, forests and lakes with only suffering monster threats and idle bandits here and there. The world being ruled under a grand lord, each continent is governed by an assigned duke or duchess. In Welgia’s case we have the Duchess Cecille Frings (the rabbit lady) who lives in the land’s capital of Cerisha, the town of blossoms. She grew up with the previous grand lord’s rule ship and learned to commit to her work. Her faithful companion, Yuefan Longfay (The moose character) is the general for the Welgia chevaliers and while he has an imposing figure he is very kind and loyal to his people. There is even a small legend revolving this general as it is said that his family is descended from Kelga’s best friend and guardian (the original founder of Welgia and who it’s named after).

Lastly, unlike most of the other continents, Welgia doesnt suffer from strict class restrictions. In other places, only the nobility are allowed to serve in the army and other high end jobs, but in Welgia anyone has equal opportunity to join.

Monster

Hopper was at the station when it happened: a booming in the distance, a shaking of the ground and a strange pressure in the air. It was quick but there was no missing it. He wondered if it was an earthquake, although an earthquake in Indiana was incredibly rare.

Immediately the calls came pouring in, all concerned citizens. Luckily it seemed that nothing was majorly damaged and no one hurt. Only a town full of confused people.

“Are you sure it wasn’t an earthquake?”

“Are they testing nukes at the lab?”

“It’s the apocalypse, I’m telling you.”

After almost an hour of this, Flo rapped on his door and told him that Joyce was on the line. Knowing she would be asking as well, he picked up the line and skipped the greeting.

“Joyce, we have no idea what it was but we’re working on it.”

“Jim,” she rasped before taking a deep breath. Hopper froze. “Jim” meant business. “Jim” meant something was terribly, terribly wrong. Her voice was shaky and her words rushed.

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Top Ten Females from Summer 2015.

So here is the thing I mentioned this before but my Top 5 Females, I considered all of them number ones. If they had been in another season each would have easily been number one respectfully. So this list will be 6-2 Followed by 1E-1A.

6. Tomori Nao (Charlotte) I see a lot of people in forums who hate so hard on Nao and before the show even started I said to myself “I guarantee she’s the worst girl” just for the sheer fact that she was the main girl (Which 95% of the time, I hate the main girl). I did like the way she looked so I figured I’d give it some time, but I really enjoyed her style. Her video tapping was her thing and I liked that. She had a goal to protect students with special powers and I liked that a lot. She then gained the catchphrase “Such a turn off” when Yusarin was introduced and I thought it was hilarious. What won me over though was that she got clobbered TWICE and took it like a champ. She’s a tough chick and definitely deserved to make this list.

5. Naoki Miki (Gakkou Gurashi) The outsider of the group, even though they were in the same school. Miki just had a look that just stuck with me. I find her to be adorable as hell. Her relationship with Taroumaru was rough but they ended up loving each other in the end…(still wiping away tears) Her taking out Megu-nee though was the key for me, that was a great scene.

4. Umaru Doma (Himouto! Umaru-chan) Umaru in normal mode was super hot, Umaru in UMR mode was hilarious and I was definitely digging the style with the hat and mask, and Umaru in chibi mode, while annoying at points was precious as hell! She had a love hate relationship with Onii-chan but I liked how they worked together and just made the show better to watch.

3. Kirie Motoba (Himouto! Umaru-chan) Adorable is the word I could use for Kirie, I dig girls are are super shy like Kirie. She ended up being comfortable around Chibi Umaru which I liked and she was hilarious. Especially when she was baking cookies. She had me rolling hitting Bomber with that Bokken.

Okay I’ll say this now I was a Little biased towards Rachnera and Papi mainly because I own the manga and have read a good portion of it before the anime.

2. Rachnera Arachnera (Monster Musume) Rachnera is just…god even for a Spider extremely sexy. Her eyes are hypnotizing and that body is…well something else. When I finally heard her voice I feel in love with her even more which made my choice even easier.

1E. Papi the Harpy (Monster Musume) Papi…what an ASS! I mean she’s the closest one with a full human body. Yeah she is a bird brain but she’s a good girl. She looks out for her friends and her “Boss” The egg laying scene is what got me with Papi…enough said lol.

1D. Akane Sakurada (Castle Town Dandelion) Did I not mention something about shy girls earlier? I think Akane takes the cake for a girl who is severly shy, I mean her goal was to become King to abolish security cameras from following her lol. I loved Akane she was just super cute. Another bird brain in all honesty, who rips their skirt and just keeps underwear on?! haha. Her voice actor played a plus as well, I love Kana Hana.

1C. Rory Mercury (Gate) This was such a difficult choice. Rory seriously drove me crazy at points in this anime, and I am pretty sure I dubbed her as a possibility for best girl of the year. She is the definition of Dangerously Beautiful. Her voice was just so damn sexy and her style, well it’s hard to beat Gothic Lolita, especially when they are of age. I still love you Rory.

1B. Ayame Kajou (Shimoneta) I have been flip flopping with these two. I seriously made the choice after filling out everything first. Ayame did it for me with her body. I know a lot of people liked Anna more but Anna’s body was just too much for me at times. Ayame had a little weight to her and her boobs are the perfect size. Plus she was a girl in glasses, and Ill be dammed if a girl with Glasses is not at least top 5, especially one so good looking in Ayame.

1A. Fremie Speeddraw (Rokka no Yuusha) Fremie Speeddraw, what can I say I fell in love as saw the cast. Her outfit is just prefect and she is adorable as hell. She’s had to overcome so many hardships and blame that how can you not fall in love with her? Being half Kyouma makes her even more awesome! It sucks she started off as the Brave killer but quite frankly I liked that even more about her.

One thing I think the volume 4 finale of RWBY emphasizes, especially in conjunction with Kuroyuri, that people don’t recognize enough is just how powerful and important huntsman are in Remnant. When the nuckelavee attacked Kuroyuri the village didn’t stand a chance. Even with the nevermores around it was still “the beast” that was the threat. Ren’s father seemed to be a capable guy, he knew how to use a weapon, but he was the one who said “we need a huntsman”. This beast was too powerful fro normal people to handle.

Then what do we see? In No Safe Haven it gets beaten. Not by a fully grown and trained huntsman or huntress, but by four teenagers, one of whom only started learning last year, and another who was going through an emotional crisis for over half the battle. Not only did they beat it, but they did so while protecting an injured person as well. A monster that terrified even a guy who was said to have been out hunting (presumably not grimm) was taken down by four kids who never made it to their second year. So if this is the difference between a few kids and a town full of civilians, just what do they see when they look at a real huntsman or huntress?

wild heart - olicity - pt. 1

title: ribs are a cage (of a wild heart)
ship: felicity/oliver
chapter rating: teen / pg-13
overall rating: explicit / nc-17
chapter warning(s): explicit violence
word count: 13,200
summary: Two years ago, Felicity Smoak nearly died in a fire that stole the lives of two of her friends and their entire family. Still recovering, her life changes even more when she’s bitten by a strange animal in the woods. Before she knows it, she’s got a feud with the full moon; a boy she thought she loved and lost is not-so-dead; and her sleepy town is being terrorized by a bloodthirsty monster. [ teen wolf au ]

dedication: for @latinasmoak


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Felicity frowned. “What’re you doing here so late? We have school tomorrow.”

Sara lit up. “I heard something on my scanner—”

“You mean your dad’s old scanner that you stole and keep in your room and listen to even though he’s told you not to like a million times?”

“Yeah, that one.” She nodded. “Anyway, there’s a body in the woods. So, I guess that whole serial killer thing wasn’t totally off the mark.”

“A body?” Felicity’s gaze jumped past her toward the treeline. “Who was it? Do they know?”

“Not yet.” She shrugged. “The whole force was called in and they’re bringing in State police to check it out, too. Right now, nobody’s allowed to get too close. So, I thought… we should go see for ourselves.”

“What?” Felicity’s voice squeaked. “You want to go into the dark, creepy woods at night so we can find a dead body? Have you ever watched a horror movie!? Rhetorical, I already know you have because we have a monthly ‘scare Felicity’ movie-thon.”

“That’s what you call it, I just call it ’fun.’”

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Hunters on the Hellmouth Masterlist

Setting (which is a spoiler in and of itself): Chapter 1 begins toward the end of SPN season 5, and before BTVS season 7. Wanna know how that works? Gotta read the story.

Characters: There are over two dozen canon characters and a few OCs by series’ end. Yes, your fav is probably here in some form.

Word Count: So many.

Warnings: Canon violence, alcohol. Much more swearing. Some chapters have sexual content, but it’s not super explicit because that’s not how I roll. (For example: this is actually something I cut from this series.) Anything that could be particularly triggering will be noted at the beginning of the chapter.

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1: Meet Me at the Cemetery After a last-minute rescue from the clutches of Luficer lands them in Sunnydale, California, the Winchesters run into an unusual hunter. (wc 3096)

2: Prophecies and Milkshakes The Winchesters learn more about The Slayer, and Buffy tries to convince them to stay in Sunnydale for a while. (wc 4271)

3: The Winchesters Return In the wake of a shocking discovery, the Winchesters return to Sunnydale, hoping to find a way home. (wc 6421)

4: The Favor The Winchesters owe Buffy a favor, and she’s calling it in. (wc 3625)

5: First Patrol There are some huge differences between being a hunter versus the Slayer. (wc 3855)

6: The Bronze Buffy puts the Winchesters’ hunting skills to the test in Sunnydale’s favorite hangout. (wc 4267)

7: Merry-Go-Round Buffy and Dean work out their issues. (wc 3702)

7.5 Drabble: Sam Visits Anya Sam tries to get some info from Anya, but first, cookies. (wc ~500)

8: Poker Faces Buffy and Dean may have worked out their differences, but Sam and Xander are still worried about the secrets the other party holds. (wc 4783)

9: Stay the Night-Mares Buffy and Dean’s casual relationship hurtles toward something deeper as they discover more about each other. (wc4460)

10: Demons While everyone is busy researching the new monster in town, Buffy does some digging into Dean’s past. (wc 6853)

11: Friends with Benefits Dean mulls over his unexpected connection with Buffy while they fight an outside threat. (wc 4270)

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