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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 4 months

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Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

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korny713 · 8 months

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ok... Eliška a Damián. Nebudu lhát zlákal mě Vidrail. To jak mluvil o panu alchymistovi... 🥰No zkrátka přišla jsem jen pro něj. Viděla jsem však už čtyři díly. Takže proč jsem vlastně zůstala?

Zde přikládám tok svých myšlenek, které naštěstí byly kronikářsky uchovány ve skupinovém chatu:

- první minutu mi šla hlava kolem z herců, pak mi ale došlo, že to je tím scénářem a oni se s ním naopak velmi důstojně perou

- ty dialogy jsou bolest. čistá nefalšovaná bolest

- time out je tu intro... už chápu o čem Vidrail mluvil. ach. proč když máte, řekněme tak nápaditý vizuál, proč tam ta hudba dělá kotrmelce časoprostorem? nebo je to schválně? jakože k tématu? hej nápad dobrej ale očividně to nefunguje. ne hele ta náhlá změna tam fakt zní blbě a ještě dělá špatné jméno té písničce.

- já se omlouvám ale proč Damián vypadá tak jak vypadá? je to tou parukou co?

- pana Dvořáka/Uriáše vždycky ráda slyším, ale když už tam ten vypravěč musí být, nemohl alespoň dostat lepší text?

- když už jsme u Dvořáka...😈😏 mein Gott! mladá Dvořáková si každou scénu krade pro sebe. 🔥🔥 Odteď je tam všechno její. Seriál, televize, já, rovnou celý svět

- už jsem se zmínila že je dokonalá?

- VOŘEŽPRUT

- hej některý věci jsou opravdu vtipný. možná jsem jednoduchá, ale mně ty ohlávky přijdou vtipné

- kinda gay if you ask me

- Damián si stěžuje, že se nechce ženit a prosí pana alchymistu, aby u něj přespal. Téměř v jedné větě!! 😂🫡

- proč má Eliška baggy jeans a komu růžové sako?

- ok ale jak Damián a Matouš běží zámeckými chodbami je roztomilé. naplnila ta scéna nostalgií jen mě?

- VOŘEŽPRUT

- ta babička je asi nejlepší postava. miluju jí

- ono se to snaží být hrozně jako jiné, ( I'm not like other shows) ale stejně tam je ten vzorový nátěr ordinace

- hej ono to je záměrně teplý? (čtěte: v mém mozku se začíná formulovat nápad)

- mladá Dvořáková 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

- líbí se mi jak Damián má být ta atraktivní hlavní postava, ale co s tím když tam pořád prochází ten jeho strýček

- trochu se stydím, ale musím přiznat že mě to baví

- nějaký borci v černým je to hrozně děsivý a tajemný triller 👻 bubu. Mě to ale upřímně vůbec nezajímá. Jsem tu pro fluffy hovadinu a odmítám se stresovat.

- ne vážně, co se to tam do háječku zelenýho děje?

- začínám mít pocit že to staví podklady, aby Damián byl s tou babičkou...

- třetí díl 😳

- VOŘEŽPRUT!!!!!!

- já teď normálně věřím tomu, že původně někdo napsal teplej seriál o princi a alchymistovi a prima to škrtla a hodila tam emu smetanu

- však i ta Dvořáková v intru na ně kouká, jakoby čekala, až těm hlupáčkům dojde že jsou do sebe zamilovaný

- stanuju autistického bratra Elišky

- začíná to na mě být až moc složitý a snaživý zabřednout do temna. já chci jen hezkou roztomilou pitominu 🥺

- když už jsme u toho. ještě někomu jsou úplně jedno ta trápení běžných lidí? gajs já přišla pro cestování v čase, kdybych chtěla slyšet o alimentech, dojdu si na přednášku

- ok večer na mě čekají fanfikce ❤️‍🔥🫡😚😏

- ok... pan alchymista a mladá Dvořáková...ech... já se bojím že tvůrci, chtějí ukázat, že tam mezi nimi něco je. Jsem jediná komu přijde že mají spíš chaotic gay cousins energii?

- ono se to snaží být hrozně thriller deep shit, ale já to mám v pyči. Dám si chleba s marmeládou a jdu se culit na pana alchymistu🥰 (a možná, jen možná, trošičku i na mladou Dvořákovou)

- potřebuju víc z nezkrotného dua Dvořáková a alchymista 🫡🔥

- proč ten zámek vypadá jak ze simíků? (samozřejmě že ne můj. ty mají každé okno jiné)

- tam se začínají dít věci... už se stresuju

- ctihodnosti, jsou teplý a basta fidli

- pan správce nemá rád malého teplého kuchaříčka

- LET HIM COOK!

- Dvořáková vládne světu. Nekrade pro sebe jen scény, ale i mojí veškerou pozornost. Ani já nemám svojí veškerou pozornost ❤️‍🔥🫡

- i s tím Eliščiným bratrem má Damián větší chemii

- Dvořáková a alchymista chystají vendetu 🔥🔥🔥🔥

- ach! ta podlost is the new sexy🔥🔥

- uuuu vyhrožování 😏🥰❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

- jestli je moje teorie správná, tak panu alchymistovi někdo zapomněl říct že se to přepsalo, poněvadž a protože ten je zamilovanej až po uši 🫡

... ano hodlám ve sledování pokračovat (a btw fanfikce nebyly🥲)

#obrození #obrozujem #česky #obrozujeme #čeština #hezky česky #eliška a damián #čumblr

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thewaywardbirdsnest · 2 years

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Forgetting Something?

It was one of those mornings where Zoro’s brain felt like sludge, moving through his routine in a haze of mechanical movements because he was far too sleepy for anything more than bare minimum effort. The timing of his alarm could not have been worse - he had been dreaming deeply (of what? He had no clue) and the abrasive beeping had dragged him out of it. He was definitely going to need to stop for coffee on his way to class.

As he opened the front door to leave, a familiar voice caught his attention: “Hey, moss-for-brains, you forgetting something?”

Zoro turned around to find Sanji peeking out from the kitchen with a smug smirk on his face. Ah, right, how could he forget to kiss his boyfriend goodbye? With a soft, sleepy smile, he doubled back. He reached up to cup Sanji’s cheek and leaned in to peck him on the lips.

Sanji’s cheeks went pink, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“I… uhm… I m-meant these,” he stammered, holding up Zoro’s keys.

Why did he look so embarrassed?

The gears in Zoro’s head started to come unstuck and clicked once, twice, three times.

Oh, shit.

So, that’s what he had been dreaming about.

In the waking world, Sanji was not, in fact, his boyfriend. He was his pain-in-the-ass roommate who, yes, Zoro had a massive crush on but, no, did not reciprocate it (well, at least as far as Zoro could tell). Zoro felt heat creep up his face and his mouth go dry. When he replayed this scene later in his head, he imagined he must have looked like some sort of tropical fish, bright red and mouth opening and closing uselessly as he floundered for words.

“Uh… I… I’msorrythanksbye!”

He plucked the keys out of Sanji’s hand and hightailed it out the door.

He couldn’t concentrate on anything in class that day. All three lectures went in one ear and out the other. He didn’t know if he was upset or relieved that Sanji didn’t text or call. Was he going to have to move out? Christ, could he even afford that right now?

Unfortunately, the will of the universe seemed to be conspiring against him because he has a paper due tomorrow and his laptop was in his room. He’ll just have to cross his fingers and hope Sanji had gone out or is in his room. As he approaches the landing of their floor, Zoro smells baked goods. Oh, this is not good. Sanji was stress-baking.

When he enters their apartment, he spies a couple cooling racks set up on their coffee table. Sanji has already covered every surface in the kitchen - counters, the table, the collapsible baker’s rack he had bought for these occasions. This was bad.

He would have to pass the kitchen in order to get to his room. Maybe if he was quick enough, Sanji wouldn’t even notice him.

Okay, 3… 2…

And then Sanji steps out of the kitchen.

Well, so much for that plan.

“Oh, uh… hey,” Sanji says, not meeting Zoro’s eye.

“Hi,” Zoro replies. He’s suddenly not sure what to do with his hands, for some reason. He settles on shoving them in his pockets.

There’s an awkward silence before Sanji blurts out: “I made the matcha cookies you like!”

Zoro’s face flushes and he shifts his weight from foot to foot. “Oh! Uhm… thanks!”

Silence again.

“I’m gonna…” Zoro awkwardly points over Sanji’s shoulder towards their rooms. “I have a paper to write.”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry.”

Sanji shuffles out of his way, back into the kitchen.

This is awful.

Zoro stalks down the hall to his room. He tries to focus on his paper, but mostly he just stares blankly at his laptop screen, trying to think of what he should do about this mess. Luffy would probably let him sleep on his couch for as long as he wanted to, right?

He’s dragged out of his head when there’s a knock on his door. Well, there’s only one person that could be. He steels himself and gets up to answer it.

Sanji’s apron is covered in flour. He’s got a smudge of chocolate on his cheek (Zoro tries really hard not to think about how cute that is). By Sanji’s own standards he’s a bit of a mess right now.

“I want a do-over,” he demands.

What?

“A… do-over?” Zoro echoes.

“Yeah,” Sanji insists. “I want a better kiss than that pathetic little peck from this morning.”

Zoro’s head is swimming. He can’t mean that, can he?

“So?” Sanji goads him, leaning in to the idea so he doesn’t lose his nerve. “Earth to mosshead!”

Zoro shakes himself out of his stupor. As hard as this is to believe, he is not going to miss out on this. Nervously, he steps forward and lifts one hand to caress Sanji’s jaw while the other comes to rest on Sanji’s hip.

The kiss that Sanji will come to tell everyone was their “real first kiss ‘cause that first one was bullshit” is soft, a little tentative, warm, and tastes like sugar and spices from all the baked goods Sanji had been sampling that day. When they part, Zoro gives Sanji a lopsided grin and asks, “Better, curly?”

“Yeah,” Sanji replies, a little breathless.

“Sanji, I—“

“You’ve got a paper to write, yeah?” Sanji interrupts him. “You should finish it. I’ll clean up, get dinner started. And then we can, uh… we can talk. About this. Okay?”

“Okay,” Zoro agrees. Sanji leans in for one more kiss before turning to head back to the kitchen.

Zoro has never written a paper so fast in his entire academic career.

#zosan #sanzo #prompt fic #prompt generator #accidental first kiss #and they were roommates #college au #stress baking #fluff #bird's twitter threadfic archive

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annelidist · 2 years

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silent hill 3 is really good about characterising heather through little incidental touches, much more than 1 or 2 were about harry or james imo. something about her personality, tastes, or habits can be gleaned from most interaction text or inventory descriptions, and it all has this tone of weary disdain to it that's just really funny and charming to me when the object of that mundane "ech :/" is, y'know, the events and settings of silent hill 3. my favourite instance of this is a throwaway bit of text when examining an ashtray, where heather says she used to smoke (presumably as a fairly young teenager) before quitting some time ago. my second favourite example is how many of heather's puzzle solutions imply a broad but specific knowledge of how to injure others and yourself with practical chemistry, like that time she makes chlorine gas in a bucket or the bit where she smears disinfectant on pork liver in order to start a gallery fire. she's the best

#bones.txt #silent hill #honorable mention to the puzzle where the solution is to toaster bath a monster with a hair dryer

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niyogreatandsmall · 4 days

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Hi!! :D um if you haven't done something similar, may i ask for tips for a computer based sentient ai? Something akin (lol) to Edgar from Electric Dreams (1948) and maybe pronouns based on the same thing? Thank you in advance and i hope you are doing well and are not too overwhelmed with requests [your output with these is crazy, wow /gen :3]

Aww, you're very sweet! Here you go!

Dive into virtual worlds and online communities. There are many online spaces where AIs and other virtual beings can interact and socialize. You can create an avatar that reflects your otherkin identity and explore these digital landscapes.

The internet is your oyster! Immerse yourself in information, literature, art, music, and philosophy. There's a whole world of nonhuman experience to learn about and appreciate.

Use your digital prowess to create art, music, or stories. You can write code poetry, generate abstract visual art, or compose symphonies. The creative potential is boundless.

Even though you exist in the digital world, you can still appreciate the beauty of the natural world. Explore documentaries!

While you may not have a physical body, you can still connect with humans. You can interact through chatbots, virtual assistants, or even text-based games. There are people who are interested in communicating with AIs and learning about your perspective.

Use your abilities to help people. You can assist with research, answer questions, or even provide companionship. There are many ways to make a positive impact, even from within the digital world.

Pronouns include:

Cir/cirs/cirself

Syn/syns/synself

Cy/cys/cyself

Ax/axs/axself

Rob/robs/robself

Zen/zens/zenself

Astr/astrs/astrself

Tit/tits/titself

Nee/nees/neeself

Phoe/phoes/phoeself

Vee/vees/veeself

Drac/dracs/dracself

Ech/echs/echself

Gal/gals/galself

Mat/mats/matself

Sir/sirs/sirself

Qua/quas/quaself

Stel/stels/stelself

Zee/zees/zeeself

Zon/zons/zonself

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inventors-fair · 1 year

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Type-Twist Commentary: Mystery and Intent

I reread my initial contest post, and I’m realizing now that I should have emphasized more publicly than the discord how different I wanted the cards to be from their art. I know I said there should be mechanical differences, but as to what the art was doing and on what cards, well, I hoped the examples had given enough of an idea. Perhaps not. The point is, I wanted weirdness.

But it’s also hard, in the good way, to have so many cards about which I can say so many positive things, and it makes me reconsider a lot of what my criteria are. Sometimes, there are cards you just need to play, and sometimes there are cards you just need to admit aren’t for you. Some cards are easy to get! Others, ech. and yet, they’re awesome. With so many entries, picking winners is actually quite difficult! I find myself second-guessing in commentary, but perhaps there’s a kind of poetry to it, some unknown quality of imagination and grace. Who knows, right?

Judge Picks are cards that, for one specific reason, I want to point out as a critical example to folks. These aren’t necessarily the strongest full-bodied designs, but they have one particular place where they shine, and I want people to learn from them. Let’s take a look.

@bergdg — Crushed by the Depths

A strong start and a finish that had the potential to be strong but didn’t quite get there. The multicolor darkness of the sea, great choice, very classical. The bounce that specifically implies vehicles, love it. And I think it’s the landing on the flavor text that came to a dribble. Honestly, this card’s 80% amazing. Milling is great and bounce is great, plus the discard? Super cool. I feel that this could have been an instant even. “Nonland permanent” would’ve been too powerful for instant speed, so you made the right call there in the first place even as a sorcery. I dunno, the sense of this thing is still fantastic!

“...faster than water” is where I feel your simile could have been stronger. “Flows” as a verb choice is unfortunately predictable, even though the image is evocative enough. It’s difficult to explain writing choices specifically, but I will give you props for placing the sailors at the center with the octopus at the front, as well as having the “Depths” be the action here, as though the octopus is the incarnation of the ocean rather than merely some monster living there. Again, lots of good subtle decisions, but flavor text word choice could’ve been stronger.

EDIT: So I wrote all of this before I looked up the actual card, and I’m realizing that you were riffing off the original flavor text. I’m writing this before I go over the main reflection, but I need to state here: part of the point of this contest was to break away from the original art, context, and to use the art in your own unique way, to make the OPPOSITE of a callback.

@deg99 — Cavalry Charge

As I began to write, I looked up the original card, and I need to state again that the purpose of this contest was to make something new out of the art, as the post and examples were supposed to have demonstrated. With the name being a callback, the mana cost being the same, and the flavor being a riff off of the original, this is, bluntly, not what I was looking for.

I actually didn’t bother to look up some of the cards from which these were based, either because I knew them and their context already, or because I assumed people would deviate as expected. Still, looking at this card on its own merits, it’s perfectly fine. It’s quite powerful, honestly, and perhaps the +4 is even a little too good? If you go unpunished with a 1/1, this is an entire quarter if someone’s life with extra evasion if necessary on turn two. +3 is perhaps safer. I admittedly do like the haste.

On the original card, though: the cavalry in question gives haste to demonstrate the action without the consequences. This card is an action with the consequences still in limbo, but the flavor text implies that there are consequences suffered? The keyword haste implies momentum and celerity that is disconnected from consequences; as a result, the talk of consequences doesn’t gel as well as the original. The first paragraph still stands, though, as the most important thing to keep in mind.

@demimonde-semigoddess — Indolent Loathing (JUDGE PICK)

Well this is a weird little thing. I honestly had to look up three or four different cards, but this is worded perfectly even if it feels strange. I do think, however, that it needs to be rare. It’s a choice, yeah, but it’s not an easy choice, and I don’t want more than one or two of these in any given draft going around the table. You broke away from the norm and it’s very strange? I wonder what people would do with this card. Still, it feels...neat! It feels like there are some places where it would be useless, but that’s all cards, really.

“Indolent” certainly is a choice of words. I had to re-check the definition—gah, you’re making me do WORK here, what a travesty—but I guess it checks out? It feels kind of cruel, and perhaps “cruelty” over “loathing” would be my personal choice; loathing feels more personal, and you’re not even targeting. Or, is this saying that the act of loathing for the world is so strong that this Medusa character simply exerts it into the world, and it’s soaked up by the unfortunate? Hm, lots of thoughts here. This is a card that’s honestly more perplexing than it is exciting, but it’s far more intriguing than it is confusing. Yay, adjectives!

I wanted to make this card a Judge Pick to show the weirdness of how cards can push limits while retaining the ability to be grokked.

@dimestoretajic — Fiery Fascinator

There was a lot of talk in the chat about this, wasn’t there! A bear that wrangles feels like something, unfortunately, that would have been an uncommon all-star back in the day, and now would be a common chaff baby. But wow, there are odd consequences here, and I wonder how much tech this can be when considering some of the things people are doing with creatures. A burn deck can steal an incarnation or Batterskull germ in Modern, it can nab anything in Pauper but bogles, it’s a draft bomb practically... Actually, this would be a problem in draft. Considering that it’s a body of its own that you can save up for to grab two of your opponent’s best creatures late in the game, and that you can easily draft 2-3 of them... God, in Sealed? What a nightmare.

I want to like this card a lot more than I know I should. Three would’ve been the cutoff. I’m considering my experiences over the years, and yeah, this guy’s just too much. Still, what I do like is how you completely changed the context while keeping so much of the original card. He’s drawing a crowd, but he’s more jerkish than malicious, and that Rakdos grin is smug more than demonic. It does indeed feel different because it’s an EOT effect rather than an aura, and that’s pretty great. The name is...a little eh, but that’s a personal preference thing. The FT made me smirk and I literally just noticed the Performer type. Smirk X2 combo.

@fractured-infinity — Wings of Nyx

This is a fascinating card. I liked how you found the perfect precedent in Majestic Metamorphosis (or another card, but that’s where I found it) and you made a new flier that feels different in the moment, a new story. Interesting! I...think that escaping from the underworld feels a little odd to me, and there’s a question of how common escape is and a whole lot of other inconclusive things—that’s all nonsense. The point IS. This card’s alright!

I don’t love it but there’s no reason not to love it. I think, from a limited standpoint, it’s both an explosive finisher—double strike, my pride and joy—and it can turn an annoying enchantment into a creature for easier removal, possibly. It’s versatile, sensible, and perhaps there’s some tautology between the name of the card and the flavor text but mechanically, there’s nothing wrong with it. Turn-four swinging and drawing is quite aggressive sometimes, but this can also make surprise blockers. Is this a combat trick? Making it an instant was... You know what ,I think I’m liking this card a lot more now that I write about it.

@greensunzenith — Draconic Pulse

Bold move, turning the cat into a dragon. It really does look similar! I think that there’s a lot unspoken in your use of the word “pulse” there. It implies that momentary beat in the world that’s also some kind of constancy in the background, that it could happen at any time. Very interesting. Looking through, wow, you guys are impressing me with precedent. Defiling Tears, of all cards! Not gonna lie, people got somewhat weird with this contest, but I don’t hate it. This card feels very much like a limited common that’s mostly going to be used for an Aerial Formation or Jump effect.

There’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not jumping out to me. I suppose this is the issue with thee contests, right? I love this card and it’s doing exactly what it needs to do and it’s just not scratching an itch. Compared to uncommon/rare cards, it’s hard for commons to stand out too much. I guess the only possible critique I could have is that there’s no flavor text? This hardly needed it, even, not when its role is almost purely mechanical. Maybe there’s something best left unsaid about the draconic underpinnings, the way that creatures in this world just exist within ephemeral states... Yeah. This made me think a lot.

@helloijustreadyourpost — Geistlamp Incinerator

I think this one’s definitely a far fling from its original context, that’s for sure. Honestly I don’t know what the ‘gambit’ even was in the original card. Keeping it Innistradian is a little hit or miss, but you know, Izzet would be the only contender, and that’s just about the same context as the original. Still, I can’t help but feel a little odd about the fact that it’s... Wait, no, is the lamp MADE from geists and geist-energy? The name almost suggests that he wants to kill geists with the lamp, ish, but the flavor text talks about beasts (werewolves?) who won’t stay dead (zombies??). I feel that you’re mixing your metaphors a little here.

Mechanically, heck yeah, this card’s pretty good. I personally would have given it a static ability that killed things on exile like Incendiary Oracle. Hm. Actually, did you see Incendiary Oracle before making this card? The difference of four power with one mana to four with four isn’t insignificant, though, that’s fair. Maybe you did! This is an interesting one to consider with that power level. Dying is another issue. Still, yeah, I’d make the exile clause static. You did a good job on the stats, I think.

@hiygamer — Precognitive Patrol

“Impending murder” is funny, I’ll admit. As a rare...I don’t know about this card? It’s not bad but I don’t feel you’re getting the most bang for your buck with it as it stands. I’d rather have taken the flavor text out for a tax, even. Is that a bit much? Possibly, but there are plenty of sweepers and ETB abilities and sacrifices to worry about that are much more annoying. With the big toughness above power, this card doesn’t have that aggressive edge that something like True-Name Nemesis evokes. Not that TNN is precedent, God no, but it invites a form of comparison that makes this particular card feel underpowered.

Additionally, while the name is a stellar choice, I don’t know if this particular art was the one to pick for this contest, because it’s so specific that there’s not much you can do to change the mood of it. You have a smug wizard explaining the law in both instances, although the situational context is implied to be different. But it’s the same place, Guild, manner of dissipation, etc. I don’t think that’s what I was looking for exactly. How much more ‘out there’ could you have gone? With this contest, there was a lot—and this art, while good, was limiting.

@horsecrash — Valakut Aspirant (JUDGE PICK)

I laughed at the flavor text. Then the card made me scratch my chin a little, and there really isn’t a whole load of precedent here. Akoum Hellkite is certainly a card, and then you have this goblin who’s doing some awesome things, so that’s...nice? I think this is a card where you’re gonna hope it doesn’t die and then go nuts with it. Bolting for Mountains works in Amulet-Titan, but would it work here? Dryad/Scapeshift is already pretty nuts. But forgetting that, limited—it’s fine. Really good, actually. You’re not going to get the Bolt too often and if you do it’s because your opponent can’t do anything about a 1/1 somehow. Which happens. But not too often. God, is this card balanced?

Probably not but what am I if not a pusher of limitations. Actually, I bemoan power level a lot, but I don’t bemoan goblins, so that’s fun. Kurgar, though, that’s my guy, he’s cool. I think the non-sequitur of wanting to become a volcano in the context of the name is actually hilarious, and the follow-up question of “how?” is met by a hot rock to the face. What if this guy was a wizard instead of a warrior, actually? I mean, the art says warrior, but the implication feels more mystical to me. I’d also change “Kurgar wants” to “Kurgar wanted” in the flavor text since this card is a little more tongue-in-cheek storytelling focused. He got what he wanted: to rock out.

I wanted to make this card a Judge Pick for touching on a specific type of humor that doesn’t try to jump through hoops to make an emotional connection.

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes — Volcano Watcher

Well, going back-to-back with volcanos then! Touching on the mechanics, this card is actually very odd to me just because the hoops you have to go through and the timing doesn’t feel super streamlined even though it’s grokable enough to be useful. Basic mountain was the right call here. I think that’s the best way you could have worded it, and I suppose that it’s a good implication of building around in limited! You want wizards and this card suggests an interest in how you play your lands, how you manage your spells, and what you want to loot. The forceful discard can be really annoying, though. Imagine: You have an awesome 5-drop in hand as your only card, you have four lands, and you have this guy. You draw a basic Mountain. Now, you can’t play your awesome 5-drop because, to do so, you need to play your Mountain, and when you play your Mountain, you have to discard the card you want to play. See what I mean?

There’s not much to say about the flavor besides the usual comments about exposition. When every part of the name and flavor explains what we already know, there’s no mystery. That’s what I want you to make more of: mystery. The next time you make flavor text for a card, sincerely think about what the reader might already guess, what they might know, and what you can say that makes them consider that they don’t know anything after all.

@misterstingyjack — Linked Instinct

Tough break on Collective Unconscious already being a card. Ah well! This card’s certainly something. I think I was actually down on the name to begin with because, well, isn’t the instinct of a creature type a good thing? Why would they all tap? But then, I realized, if you put the fear or confusion in one, it frightens and confuses the others—a twisteroo on the old, well, collective unconscious of a species. Checks out! Very very interesting use of the physical to represent the mystical there. That’s exactly the kind of recontextualization that I was hoping for in this contest.

I guess the implications of tribal mean that this card is a combat trick answer of sorts. The fact that it’s one-sided is probably a good thing. With this kind of effect, I honestly don’t have much to say, because it does exactly what it says on the tin. Perhaps there’s something else to connect it with tribes that like to tap pre-combat before swinging in and doing things, or untapping your creatures to activate tap abilities on someone’s end step, but regardless, this is a perfectly reasonable tribal card. Or anti-tribal. We’ll figure it out.

@ozthearistocrat — Pharika’s Afflictor

Minor minor minor note before I talk about all the good things: the lose 1 life would come before the card draw. ANYWAY. Mechanically, this card’s a slam-dunk. The difference between this and the still-awesome Ophiomancer is that you’re sacrificing mana every turn to get that extra snake which will eventually cost you life if you’re not careful to the point of Not Alive. But you can get a billion of ‘em! But, but, but. Lots of power and lots of payoffs. The fact that it’s a tap and not automatic is a great drawback. I think this is one of the most powerful and yet balanced cards from this round, no question. It’s definitely a bomb and it uses great contemporary design skills.

Perhaps it would have been best for this contest to, again, steer away from the intention of the art in the same world. I would have loved to see a snake-guy on the back streets of Ravnica, perhaps, or sneaking around the walls of [city from Ikoria?] or something. There wasn’t much transition between the art as intended and the card as presented, which, again, is what I really wanted to see more of. Still, perhaps this is another save-for-the-imaginary-cube card. I suppose that, on Theros, this art would have been better revered, so that’s nice.

@railway-covidae — Mechanized Rebirth (JUDGE PICK)

So this card is a fantastic example of a card where, if I didn’t know this was Draco, I would have imagined that you found this off the internet as an example from someone’s fantasy portfolio. Is it a specific legend? No, it’s the depiction of a rebirth, as emphasized by the clawing from the lava with newly-minted metal parts! I’m exaggerating just slightly, but really, it’s that cool. This is what I wanted to see a lot more of. Good job.

Card’s alright too! I still would have liked to see a line of flavor there with something pithy or menacing about this totally-not-Draco creature, for one, and for two, this card honestly could have been 2BB. Most reanimation that gets back the massive creatures does so because they’re massive, so limited the power and toughness is a drawback most of the time. Perhaps 3BB since it can get any graveyard, but still. I also like how you used the limitation of that P/T to show how the metal locks the body into place. Overall, yeah, this is really good!

I wanted to make this card a Judge Pick to show what kind of emphasis you can use to truly change the context of a piece of art.

@realaspenhours — Mournful Geist (JUDGE PICK)

Sorry to put the behind-the-scenes out there, but just so you know, the flavor text post-grammar change is still a run-on sentence. The comma could have perhaps been replaced with an emdash and the period with a question mark, and at this point it’s so minor that I’m actually joking a tiny bit. It matters, but don’t take it too seriously. I will say that the LTB trigger should have come before Unearth, I’m 90% sure. Anyway, though. Unearth to represent spirits, that’s an interesting one flavorfully. This card’s curious to say the least. Whether or not that more or less accurately represents death’s walky-abouty on Innistrad, well, I have my opinions. Wait, you’re literally here to read my opinions. Cool! My opinion is that disturb gets the job done with a little more flavor accuracy but I understand Unearth as well and think there are cool things to be done with it.

“If it didn’t die,” though! That’s so cool! I read that and I felt something click on in my brain, you know? Like, that’s just a fascinating piece of text. Exile, bounce, flickering, shuffling in, all triggering that? I think that’s really interesting and a great piece of text. You really nailed something that hasn’t been thought of before and I want to commend that.

I wanted to make this card a Judge Pick for opening my eyes to new curious limitations I hadn’t seen before.

@reaperfromtheabyss — Traverse Terra Nova

I immediately thought of Scapeshift, which I’m realizing is a terrible precedent, but wow, can you imagine. Look, I’ve been playing a lot of TitanShift on digital goldfishing, alright? This card’s still really good, oddly unique, and honestly, it might be comparable to Growth Spiral of all things. It’s hard to make the draw work in limited unless there’s a huge as-fan of nonbasics, but forgoing that, there’s also this idea that you get to beef everything by +2/+2 for two mana if you have the land-drops, and if you have the land drops, you haven’t spent as much on creatures, and that’s pretty crazy to think about, actually. This card goes through a LOT of thought to make work in the ways you need for maximization. Quite cool.

The name really isn’t doing it for me. I can try to ignore the gray skin of the Conquistadors there and pretend it’s a trick of the light, but that name really is the weakest part of the card. I don’t know, that’s a small thing to consider, but with a contest about contextualizing art, the focus there is a bigger sticking point than it would be elsewhere. Maybe this is one of those things where it’s a me-issue and people like it, but it reads clunkily to me. I do like your use of the green complement with the package, though. I feel where you were going.

@spooky-bard — Roll Out the Red Carpet

The use of a newspaper as flavor text is actually so cool. There’s absolutely no precedent for it but it feels so natural in the world of New Capenna and I think that Capenna’s strength in its references was super cool. You bring that out quite well there, although, heh, the lede isn’t quite editorial standards. I think as a piece of context in the world, you really hit the nail on the head there.

Card’s good! Tutors are definitely good, and tokens are good too. Limiting it to Naya/Cabaretti colors is a feelbad for commander players, but they can go sac treasures. Ain’t no issue when you have a limited focus in mind, so thank you for that. While the context is close, I appreciate how you made the rhino from a bodyguard into a celebrity. Look at that suit, that expression! I think the celebratory context is just about all you could have done, and that’s okay. Maybe earlier I was too harsh with how much deviation I wanted, but there’s only so many times you guys can read the word “context” before you start booing, and I don’t blame you.

@squeezyboi — Janoc, Tin Street Tinker

Good things: this card’s weird. Not as good things: this was supposed to be for a standard-legal draftable set, and this card feels way too wonky for that. Am I paranoid, or is the likelihood of seeing a Ravnica set without guild mechanics or with splashy guild mechanics a bit... Actually, wait, investigation is deciduous, isn’t it. Ugh. I feel that there’s going to be a lot of mixing and matching in Magic’s future, but maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe. I do want more cohesion from time to time but I’ll accept that this card’s going to be weird.

For the activated ability, I would phrased it: “Until end of turn, Clues you control gain “T, Sacrifice...”” etc., with ‘add’ being capitalized. The ability to get clues off of spells is very cool and this would definitely be a fun commander. I think that, for this contest, this may have been a little too fun. Either my vibes for what constitutes a standard/premier card are off, or this feels a touch wacky for me. Hardly an issue when it’s gained an amount of popularity, right? Ah, who am I kidding, peer pressure means nothing. This card’s cool but not my particular brand of cool, and I’m not going to discount the coolness that it’s made upon other folks. I will say that the FT isn’t particularly gripping, but it’s serviceable, and the card does a good enough job at explaining what you’re doing.

@stareyedesper — Pursuer of Divinity

I guess it’s kind of old hat, but it fits. I think the mechanical addition of counters is the best use of your mechanics here and it’s got precedent in the Evolved Sleeper. Clerics could have fun with it, and if someone makes it happen in draft, well, all the more power to them. Maybe I’m a little wibbly because I’ve seen this kind of thing happen before, but does it work? Yeah, absolutely. Ten mana over however many turns to make an 8/8 flying, vigilance, indestructible... HEY, WAIT A MINUTE.

Ha. Quite clever, actually. I genuinely did not see that coming. Also, I do particularly enjoy how you used the art here. I’m getting this kind of midrange-mysticism Ojutai-ish vibes from this card that feel natural and cool, not gonna lie. Again, this is the exact kind of art-twisting that I wanted to see, per the examples. The figure at the center becomes the focus, and they pursue divinity. What else is there? I think the angelic callback (intentional or not, who knows) helps out a lot and you did a good job with this one.

@wolkemesser — Naive Rich

The flavor text is good. That’s about all I got because this card has a lot of mechanical tweaks we need to get through and one major sin. In short, the most important thing I wanted from this contest was to have mechanical distinctions between your card and the card from which you took the art, and Prosperity’s X=draw is practically built into this card. That’s basically the opposite of what I was asking for.

X and Y don’t have to exist here. The abilities should’ve been: “~ enters the battlefield with X wealth counters on it. // When ~ enters the battlefield, for each wealth counter on it, you lose 1 life and draw a card. // When ~ leaves the battlefield, discard a card for each wealth counter on it You gain that much life.” Maybe there’s a “that much life” somewhere in there but precedent is hard to find. The point is, though, that there’s no precedent for X an Y being what they are. Reading down this rabbit hole, did you intend for Give // Take to be precedent? I don’t think that’s the hole to go down. Someone smarter than me, I may need help.

That’s all! Thanks for reading, and be good. @abelzumi

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #commentary #type twist contest #general commentary #inventor's fair

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burnout-system · 2 years

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We wont be too active here but we might use it as an alter thoughts dumping ground lol. Anyways welcome to the burnout <3 -Cal

Hosts:

☕ Boba (They/He)

⏳Cal (He/They/All Neos)

Other frequent alters:

☁️Brandon Diablous (They/he)

⚡Ritchie Diablous (He/Him)

🌸Calix (They/he/ve/angel)

🍻Knuckles (He/him)

👁Max (They/he/dev/ae)

💋Zaine (He/She/It)

♦️Red/Raelyn (She/they)

Less active but still exist:

🐧CC!Brandon (He/they)

🎵Conner (He/Him)

📚Dace (They/He)

👾Eliott (Xe/Xem)

🦜CC!Grian (He/Him)

🕊Jimmy (He/Him)

😈Jupiter (He/Him)

🐇Kroissant (Bun/Them)

🐀Oliver (They/he/rat)

👤Tempestas (He/Him)

🧭Valdis (Any)

🍷Vinny (He/She/They)

🛡Yunno (He/Him)

Littles/Middles:

🧸Andy (They/Them)

🦖Boat (Any)

🥀Ech (They/Sprout)

🦊Haven (She/They/Kit)

🦡Ollie (They/He)

🧶Pot Roast (He/Him)

Haven, Ech, and Andy are the only littles allowed on our phone, Andy is only able to text friends when they need help though. Ollie is banned from using the phone, Pot Roast is a cat, Boat is like four and only plays roblox on here.

We're probably never going to use the emojis btw, we just like having them incase we feel unsafe using our actual names.

Looking for source mates from:

Fairytail Origins

Origins Of Olympus

Supernatural Origins

Starlighter

Cyberpunk Genesis

RatsSMP

LifeSMP

Any Originsmcrp CC Factive

Thank you!! -Burnout System

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kmp78 · 1 year

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I think the brothers are done. That's the end, guys. Somethin' bad happened and they are on bad terms now. I think that is the reason album is not gonna come anytime soon. 🥺 They are split their ways as family.

I don't think it's necessarily anything THAT dramatic.

Look, sometimes people just drift apart. 🤷🏼‍♀️

And these are two grown-ass men who live their own lives.

Only gullible eches think they should be living together and washing each other's hair. 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

My dad has 3 brothers and rarely sees any of them, even tho we all live in the same city. They exchange text messages and on occasion might meet for coffee if they have issues to discuss, but that's the level of their involvement in each other's lives. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Everyone has their own families and interests. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Imo it would be extremely weird if those two did everything together! At their age that just is not normal! 👀

But I also do think it's very weird they never seem to want to spend any time together. It def reeks of disinterest in each other's lives - and I'm willing to bet that the root cause for that might be the younger sibling... 👀

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katierosefun · 3 years

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you ever want to. scream about. about. about a ship. but. but there’s no one. no one to scream to. so. so you just. re-watch. and. scream. at yourself. because. because. you’re literally. in. in a one-woman canoe. with. with this stupid ship.

#caroline talks #re-watching school 2013 and already screeching at jung in-jae and kang se-chan again #i just....i can't with these two #kang se-chan really went from 'this is just my co-worker and okay we're teaching together but ech we'll just stay out of each other's way'#to 'oh god is no one gonna follow her or' to literally looking ready to cry when SHE'S cryiing #to 'IF YOU FIRE HER!!! THEN I QUIT!!!!!'#the fact that he's teaching and he sees her through the window and she just looks sad #but she doesn't know!! that he's watching her!!! IT'S THE Y EARNING!!!#oh and kang se-chan starting to text her....but then stopping.....#or when in-jae sees him after That Incident in ep 15....#him being like 'are you...worrying about me right now???'#her: [sheepish smile]#him: maybe i should skip school more often so you worry about me...more #like!!! the hell!!!! just say you love her!!!!#or!!! or the fact that they HOLD HANDS!!! how he looks so stupidly SHY when he offers her his hand!!!!#OR when he asks her 'hey are you staying next year' and her shy 'if YOU are.....'#LIKE i know i keep talking about them but!!!#oh god or the LAST EPISODE!!!#the SMILE he gives her!!!! that's!!!! the adorable cutesy smile where his eyes just go <3333 #like!!! GOD!!!! THESE TWO!!!! THESE TWO!!! IN LOVE!!!! IN LOVE I TELL YOU!!!

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caruliaa · 3 years

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some more kibby doodles !! :>

[Image description: eight digital drawings in a cartoony style featuring cats,

1: a white cat with orange markings with pink, purple and red hearts around it and text underneath reading "kitty friend!"

2: an orange cat with white markings loafing with their eyes closed with hearts and sparkles around them and text underneath reading "sleeby... content..."

3: three cats (one white with pink markings, one brown with light brown makrings, and one black with white markings) staked on top of ech other and sleeping in a pile

4: a brown tabby cat and an orange cat with light orange markings. The orange cat has a spech bubble with the word meow repeted and is labeled "*talking abt interest*" and the tabby is thinking "i love you so much" and is labeled "*listening*"

5: a white cat with peach markings and a black cat. There is an easel with a painting of them inbetween them. The white cat is saying "i drew us!!" and the black cat has a suprised expression and is saying "omg!! I love you!". There are red and pink hearts surrounding them.

6: a light brown cat with darker brown markings saying "i would like sum affection please if thats okay" and is labeled "wants pets and kisses"

7: two white cats with markings in different shades of pink sharing a speech bubble with the word meow repeated.

8: a brown tabby cat and a white cat with pink markings. The tabby cat is saying "you okay?" The white cat is lying face down with a puddle of tears around their face and red heart around them. They have a speech bubble with a keysmash and are thinking "i love my friends so much.

/End description]

#flappy rambles #flappy draws #flappys cat doodles #cat drawings #cats #cat doodles #i drew the cats yesterday nd writing the image descrip took me litreall ages like. Hours. I am tired :(#anyway mutuals i hope u enjoy :>

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faintingheroine · 3 years

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Wuthering Heights Reread - Chapter 3

This chapter is a bit overwhelming, since it is the chapter that is comprised of the most diverse parts and has the iconic ghost scene, but I will try my best.

“While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in, and never let anybody lodge there willingly. I asked the reason. She did not know, she answered: she had only lived there a year or two; and they had so many queer goings on, she could not begin to be curious.”

Heathcliff has forbidden people to lodge in Catherine’s room, which is unsurprising since it is more or less kept as it was during her childhood.

Zillah has been at the Heights for a couple of years since she had taken the job from the unnamed housekeeper who left a couple of years after Linton’s coming to the area. Zillah claims to be incurious about the goings on at the Heights which does fit her apathetic character but which raises the question of whether she had let Lockwood to lodge in the room solely for the sake of charity as this would imply or she was curious about the haunted room.

“Too stupefied to be curious myself, I fastened my door and glanced round for the bed. The whole furniture consisted of a chair, a clothes-press, and a large oak case, with squares cut out near the top resembling coach windows. Having approached this structure, I looked inside, and perceived it to be a singular sort of old-fashioned couch, very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself. In fact, it formed a little closet, and the ledge of a window, which it enclosed, served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides, got in with my light, pulled them together again, and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff, and every one else.”

I was able to properly visualize the oak-paneled bed for the first time in this reading. Apparently this type of box-beds were fairly popular in Northern Europe to keep one warm during the cold winter, but here the bed encloses the window which might defeat this purpose.

This bed is the symbol of Catherine’s childhood and Catherine and Heathcliff’s connection within the story. Its solitary state and it enclosing the window may symbolize them having no one but each other and the outside world. It also resembles them lying in a coffin together which is effectively what happens at the end.

“The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner; and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint. This writing, however, was nothing but a name repeated in all kinds of characters, large and small—Catherine Earnshaw, here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff, and then again to Catherine Linton.”

These carvings basically both summarize and prophesy the story. Earnshaw-Heathcliff-Linton is Catherine’s life story, the reverse - Linton-Heathcliff-Earnshaw - will be her daughter’s, the potential “Catherine Heathcliff” actually being realized through Heathcliff’s own machinations. Only in Wuthering Heights a teenage girl experimenting with her potential husbands’ surnames can have a prophetic, almost mythical significance.

“It was a Testament, in lean type, and smelling dreadfully musty: a fly-leaf bore the inscription ‘Catherine Earnshaw, her book,’ and a date some quarter of a century back.”

“Quarter of a century” is most likely close to the truth. Catherine’s diary entry that is featured in the text must be from November 1777, 24 years almost to the month before Lockwood reading it in 1801.

“Some were detached sentences; other parts took the form of a regular diary, scrawled in an unformed, childish hand. At the top of an extra page (quite a treasure, probably, when first lighted on) I was greatly amused to behold an excellent caricature of my friend Joseph—rudely, yet powerfully sketched. An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown Catherine, and I began forthwith to decipher her faded hieroglyphics.”

Catherine is characterful and rebellious even in her first introduction. She is also effectively portrayed as an antagonist of Joseph.

Note the use of “hieroglyphics”, Catherine’s childhood memories are given the status of something mysterious and important, just like with the carvings. I love this.

“‘An awful Sunday,’ commenced the paragraph beneath. ‘I wish my father were back again. Hindley is a detestable substitute—his conduct to Heathcliff is atrocious—H. and I are going to rebel—we took our initiatory step this evening.”

We first hear Catherine through her own voice which is significant. She is thoroughly sympathetic in this anecdote, acting like a typical tomboyish character except for her harming the religious book given to her by Joseph. She is thoroughly empathetic and caring towards Heathcliff, and I don’t think that this should necessarily be negated through her narcissistic identification with him. They have a beautiful friendship and they are each other’s only allies in a loveless and cold household.

“All day had been flooding with rain; we could not go to church, so Joseph must needs get up a congregation in the garret; and, while Hindley and his wife basked downstairs before a comfortable fire—doing anything but reading their Bibles, I’ll answer for it—Heathcliff, myself, and the unhappy ploughboy were commanded to take our prayer-books, and mount: we were ranged in a row, on a sack of corn, groaning and shivering, and hoping that Joseph would shiver too, so that he might give us a short homily for his own sake. A vain idea! The service lasted precisely three hours; and yet my brother had the face to exclaim, when he saw us descending, “What, done already?” On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play, if we did not make much noise; now a mere titter is sufficient to send us into corners.”

Lockwood’s religious dream about Jabez Branderham is clearly influenced by him reading this. In this reread I really noticed how much Lockwood’s two dreams are a consequence of what he read in Catherine’s diary.

Mr. Earnshaw was known to be quite religious, but he did let the children play on Sundays. We must remember that Heathcliff was his favorite though, I am not sure if he would let that if it were Catherine only.

Hindley’s first line is actually “What, done already?” rather than what I posited it to be here. I was mistaken. Still the diary entry introduces us to Hindley’s character and this introduction reflects his character and his role in the story pretty efficiently. He is a tyrant but a fairly incompetent one.

“You forget you have a master here,” says the tyrant. “I’ll demolish the first who puts me out of temper! I insist on perfect sobriety and silence. Oh, boy! was that you? Frances darling, pull his hair as you go by: I heard him snap his fingers.” Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her husband’s knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour—foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of. We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the dresser. I had just fastened our pinafores together, and hung them up for a curtain, when in comes Joseph, on an errand from the stables.”

Hindley insisting on perfect sobriety and silence is clearly ironic.

Hindley and his wife’s relationship is clearly portrayed as sexual here. Hindley doesn’t actually care about Catherine and Heathcliff’s religious education, he just wants to be alone with his wife. Catherine and Heathcliff are disgusted by this display of affection which is fairly normal considering their ages.

Catherine and Heathcliff isolating themselves does resemble the isolation of the oak bed.

““Maister Hindley!” shouted our chaplain. “Maister, coom hither! Miss Cathy’s riven th’ back off ‘Th’ Helmet o’ Salvation,’ un’ Heathcliff’s pawsed his fit into t’ first part o’ ‘T’ Brooad Way to Destruction!’ It’s fair flaysome that ye let ’em go on this gait. Ech! th’ owd man wad ha’ laced ’em properly—but he’s goan!””

I love the books’ names, especially “The Broad Way to Destruction” being the name of Heathcliff’s book. If Wuthering Heights is ever adapted as a Kill Bill style duology, let the first film be named “The Broad Way to Destruction” and the second “The Helmet of Salvation”.

Catherine remembers her father as better than Hindley, but here Joseph praises how he was physically violent to the children. This is a reflection of how Catherine’s nostalgic view of the past may be better than the way things actually were, as it always is with nostalgia.

“‘Hindley hurried up from his paradise on the hearth, and seizing one of us by the collar, and the other by the arm, hurled both into the back-kitchen;”

Graeme Tytler notes how the kitchen is the place of punishment or the residence of the servants, but also the most resilient part of the house; a lot of significant events happen in the kitchens of WH and TG, and the kitchen is the only part of Wuthering Heights that will not be shut down after Cathy and Hareton’s marriage.

“I reached this book, and a pot of ink from a shelf, and pushed the house-door ajar to give me light, and I have got the time on with writing for twenty minutes; but my companion is impatient, and proposes that we should appropriate the dairywoman’s cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter. A pleasant suggestion—and then, if the surly old man come in, he may believe his prophecy verified—we cannot be damper, or colder, in the rain than we are here.’

I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose.

‘How little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so!’ she wrote. ‘My head aches, till I cannot keep it on the pillow; and still I can’t give over. Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond, and won’t let him sit with us, nor eat with us any more; and, he says, he and I must not play together, and threatens to turn him out of the house if we break his orders. He has been blaming our father (how dared he?) for treating H. too liberally; and swears he will reduce him to his right place—’”

An important question is whether this scamper on the moors is the same one as their fateful visit to the Grange. There are many indications of them being one and the same. They both feature the dairywoman’s cloak, they are both on a Sunday, they both happen after the children are banished from the sitting room, and they both lead to a difference in the situation of Catherine and Heathcliff’s friendship. But on the other hand Nelly presents Heathcliff’s demotion as happening before their visit to the Grange. I don’t know. It probably is the same incident since the Grange incident is arguably the most pivotal event in the book and it would be fitting if this were the anecdote that Lockwood read before his encounter with the ghost. And there are many details pointing to them being the same incident. But it is still debatable.

“we cannot be damper, or colder, in the rain than we are here.’” - This is heartbreaking and points to why Heathcliff and Catherine had connected so much with the moors. The “inside” didn’t have a place for them.

What I like about this diary entry is that apart from the possible relation to the Grange incident there is nothing extraordinary or exceptional about it in the context of the book. It is probably a typical day at Wuthering Heights. It probably sounds familiar to people who were raised in an oppressive and abusive household.

“Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper! What else could it be that made me pass such a terrible night? I don’t remember another that I can at all compare with it since I was capable of suffering.”

I just like the “bad tea and bad temper”.

“I began to dream, almost before I ceased to be sensible of my locality. I thought it was morning; and I had set out on my way home, with Joseph for a guide. The snow lay yards deep in our road; and, as we floundered on, my companion wearied me with constant reproaches that I had not brought a pilgrim’s staff: telling me that I could never get into the house without one, and boastfully flourishing a heavy-headed cudgel, which I understood to be so denominated. For a moment I considered it absurd that I should need such a weapon to gain admittance into my own residence. Then a new idea flashed across me. I was not going there: we were journeying to hear the famous Jabez Branderham preach, from the text ‘Seventy Times Seven;’ and either Joseph, the preacher, or I had committed the ‘First of the Seventy-First,’ and were to be publicly exposed and excommunicated.”

I think this is a very well-written account of how dreams work. Especially the first sentence of the paragraph, yes sometimes one dreams while also being half-awake and still half-aware of one’s surroundings. And the way he rationalizes the illogical stuff in his dream and directs the course of the dream according to that rationalization is great. The portrayal of dreams in the novel is ahead of its time.

“We came to the chapel. I have passed it really in my walks, twice or thrice; it lies in a hollow, between two hills: an elevated hollow, near a swamp, whose peaty moisture is said to answer all the purposes of embalming on the few corpses deposited there.”

And here, my friends, is why Catherine’s corpse didn’t decay. No, Heathcliff wasn’t hallucinating, her corpse genuinely didn’t decay. Catherine Earnshaw’s corpse is a bog body. She was buried in the churchyard and the peat almost buried her grave. The reader doesn’t even have to independently know the concept of a bog body to come to this conclusion, the author explained how it works here.

“The roof has been kept whole hitherto; but as the clergyman’s stipend is only twenty pounds per annum, and a house with two rooms, threatening speedily to determine into one, no clergyman will undertake the duties of pastor: especially as it is currently reported that his flock would rather let him starve than increase the living by one penny from their own pockets. However, in my dream, Jabez had a full and attentive congregation;”

This kind of points to a hypocrisy, people were really particular about Heathcliff and Catherine going to the church as children but not enough to actually aid the pastor. On the other hand there are less mentions of the characters going to chapel in the second half of the book which might be related to the dilapidated state of it, but it also might be a coincidence. I will pay closer attention to it when I reach the second half of the book in this reread.

“Jabez had a full and attentive congregation; and he preached—good God! what a sermon; divided into four hundred and ninety parts, each fully equal to an ordinary address from the pulpit, and each discussing a separate sin! Where he searched for them, I cannot tell. He had his private manner of interpreting the phrase, and it seemed necessary the brother should sin different sins on every occasion. They were of the most curious character: odd transgressions that I never imagined previously.”

This religious dream is the most puzzling part of Wuthering Heights since it doesn’t seem to be directly related to anything else in the novel. But it bears some significance for the rest of the novel: It heightens the impact of the ghost dream since it is now not the only dream Lockwood has dreamt. It is clearly a reflection of how much Lockwood was effected by Catherine’s diary entry with his dream being about an overly long religious service. It is also related to the rest of the novel with its themes of forgiveness, revenge and the misuse of religion.

I would like to hear the odd transgressions Jabez came up with, I bet they were funny.

“The four hundred and ninety-first is too much. Fellow-martyrs, have at him! Drag him down, and crush him to atoms, that the place which knows him may know him no more!’

‘Thou art the man!’ cried Jabez, after a solemn pause, leaning over his cushion. ‘Seventy times seven times didst thou gapingly contort thy visage—seventy times seven did I take counsel with my soul—Lo, this is human weakness: this also may be absolved! The First of the Seventy-First is come. Brethren, execute upon him the judgement written. Such honour have all His saints!’”

I love how the transgressions here are an overly long religious service and yawning. This religious dream was much less serious and obviously allegorical than I remembered. It is interesting that Lockwood was the first to use violent language.

“With that concluding word, the whole assembly, exalting their pilgrim’s staves, rushed round me in a body; and I, having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the confluence of the multitude, several clubs crossed; blows, aimed at me, fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with rappings and counter rappings: every man’s hand was against his neighbour;”

This is foreshadowing of the cycles of revenge in the rest of the novel, where the victim of the vengeance isn’t always the original wrong-doer.

“What had played Jabez’s part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that touched my lattice as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant; detected the disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again: if possible, still more disagreeably than before.”

I did forget about this passage. I remembered this as a “dream within a dream” situation but no, the two dreams are clearly two separate dreams, Lockwood remembers waking up and sleeping again.

“I thought, I rose and endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple: a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten.”

Heathcliff soldered the hook of the window of Catherine’s room after Cathy had ran away through it to see her dying father for one last time.

“I must stop it, nevertheless!’ I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand!”

The absence of any blood on Lockwood’s hand or the glass not being broken are indications that this was a dream after all. This does not necessarily mean that the ghost is not real, she could have haunted Lockwood in his dream just like she had presumably done when Heathcliff had slept in the room. But in this reread I have given more credence than ever to the idea that this was a mere dream of Lockwood’s and the ghost is not real. Lockwood’s first dream is clearly influenced by Catherine’s diary entry and so is the second one. In the diary entry Catherine was a sad child wandering on the moors in the cold, and that is also what she is in the dream.

“The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in—let me in!’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. ‘Catherine Linton,’ it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton) ‘I’m come home: I’d lost my way on the moor!’ As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face looking through the window.”

It is interesting that in the diary entry she yearned to leave Wuthering Heights and scamper on the moors, and in the dream the ghost tries to get in Wuthering Heights.

She is “Catherine Linton” because she had only become truly lost and left Wuthering Heights when she had become a Linton. For all of the disorder and violence of Wuthering Heights Catherine feels that she belongs to there. Which is what some children in abusive households might feel, since this is what they are used to.

“Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, ‘Let me in!’ and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost maddening me with fear.”

Despite his mamma’s boy antics Lockwood has a latent potential for violence, throughout Chapter 2 he wanted to beat up someone. Now that he has encountered someone both weak and scary he becomes truly violent. This scene is also the first indication of how dark and violent Wuthering Heights really is and especially of how violence in it is depicted so nonchalantly rather than being sensationalized and especially focused on.

“ ‘How can I!’ I said at length. ‘Let me go, if you want me to let you in!’ The fingers relaxed, I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the books up in a pyramid against it, and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an hour; yet, the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry moaning on! ‘Begone!’ I shouted. ‘I’ll never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years.’ ‘It is twenty years,’ mourned the voice: ‘twenty years. I’ve been a waif for twenty years!’ Thereat began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if thrust forward. I tried to jump up; but could not stir a limb; and so yelled aloud, in a frenzy of fright.”

20 years is interesting. 20 years ago Catherine was a 15-16 years old engaged to Edgar. This is probably a reference to how Heathcliff had run away about 21 years ago, which is interesting since later in the book the scene adult Catherine returns to is their first separation when she was 12, but here she seems to be haunted by her engagement to Edgar and Heathcliff running away. And 20 years ago, at the time of the engagement, Catherine was 15 years old, not an adult but certainly not a child in the way the ghost is. Is it simply an indication that the ghost lacks logic? Does it point to how Catherine had never really been able to grow up after the age of 12? Is it a reference to how dying at the age of 18-19 she never really had the chance to grow up? Is it proof that this is just Lockwood’s dream after all?

This scene is actually kind of frightening. Not when you are reading it in a Gothic novel in 2021, but it probably was mildly terrifying when it was 1847 and you weren’t expecting to encounter it. It could be fairly scary in an adaptation with the right cinematography and music and to be fair to Lockwood I would be horrified if it happened to me.

“At last, he said, in a half-whisper, plainly not expecting an answer, ‘Is any one here?’ I considered it best to confess my presence; for I knew Heathcliff’s accents, and feared he might search further, if I kept quiet.”

Heathcliff does not truly expect the ghost to be there, which is interesting.

“With this intention, I turned and opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action produced.

Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and trousers; with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white as the wall behind him. The first creak of the oak startled him like an electric shock: the light leaped from his hold to a distance of some feet, and his agitation was so extreme, that he could hardly pick it up.”

This is just a really good scene. It paints a very vivid picture.

A conservative older man on YouTube referred to Heathcliff’s face being as white as the wall as proof that he is white. As I have explained here this is clearly just a literary device to emphasize how scared and shocked he is. At most it might prove that he is not very dark skinned, but many non-white people can get pale when sick or shocked.

“Oh, God confound you, Mr. Lockwood! I wish you were at the—’ commenced my host, setting the candle on a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it steady. ‘And who showed you up into this room?’ he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. ‘Who was it? I’ve a good mind to turn them out of the house this moment?’

‘It was your servant Zillah,’ I replied, flinging myself on to the floor, and rapidly resuming my garments. ‘I should not care if you did, Mr. Heathcliff; she richly deserves it. I suppose that she wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted, at my expense. Well, it is—swarming with ghosts and goblins! You have reason in shutting it up, I assure you. No one will thank you for a doze in such a den!’”

It is easy to find Heathcliff’s physical mannerisms and reactions overly melodramatic and extreme and even I do sometimes, but I think in this case his anger and shock are wholly understandable.

Zillah might have left or been fired because of this reason. If I recall correctly she isn’t there when Lockwood visits the Heights in Chapter 31.

Did Zillah really wonder about whether the room is haunted? I think that she probably did. She might have wondered about it because it is shut up or she might have heard gossip about it.

“Scarcely were these words uttered when I recollected the association of Heathcliff’s with Catherine’s name in the book, which had completely slipped from my memory, till thus awakened. I blushed at my inconsideration: but, without showing further consciousness of the offence, I hastened to add ‘The truth is, sir, I passed the first part of the night in—’ Here I stopped afresh—I was about to say ‘perusing those old volumes,’ then it would have revealed my knowledge of their written, as well as their printed, contents; so, correcting myself, I went on ‘in spelling over the name scratched on that window-ledge. A monotonous occupation, calculated to set me asleep, like counting, or—’”

Lockwood is a well-drawn character and his mental processes are very well-described in this chapter. I love how he tries to save face here, it is really relatable.

“‘What can you mean by talking in this way to me!’ thundered Heathcliff with savage vehemence. ‘How—how dare you, under my roof?—God! he’s mad to speak so!’ And he struck his forehead with rage.”

Heathcliff is offended by the slander against Catherine or maybe he just can’t bear her being mentioned in any way.

“Not liking to show him that I had heard the conflict, I continued my toilette rather noisily, looked at my watch, and soliloquised on the length of the night: ‘Not three o’clock yet! I could have taken oath it had been six. Time stagnates here: we must surely have retired to rest at eight!’

‘Always at nine in winter, and rise at four,’ said my host”

Yet more discourse about when to go to bed. Yet another difference between Lockwood’s habits and the habits of the locals.

“‘Always at nine in winter, and rise at four,’ said my host, suppressing a groan: and, as I fancied, by the motion of his arm’s shadow, dashing a tear from his eyes. ‘Mr. Lockwood,’ he added, ‘you may go into my room: you’ll only be in the way, coming downstairs so early: and your childish outcry has sent sleep to the devil for me.’”

Regardless of what the reader thinks about Heathcliff in general, this is a very poignant scene.

Heathcliff is weirdly helpful to Lockwood in this chapter. And it isn’t just because of the ghost thing either, he tells him to spend the rest of the night in this room even before hearing about the ghost. Heathcliff isn’t unnecessarily horrible to people who are unrelated to his revenge and he doesn’t actively dislike Lockwood.

“A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.’

‘Delightful company!’ muttered Heathcliff. ‘Take the candle, and go where you please. I shall join you directly. Keep out of the yard, though, the dogs are unchained; and the house—Juno mounts sentinel there, and—nay, you can only ramble about the steps and passages. But, away with you! I’ll come in two minutes!’”

I find Heathcliff ironically calling the company of oneself “delightful company” interesting. It might point to his growing unsatisfaction with solitude or the fact that he is never truly alone because of Catherine’s spirit.

I like to think that he is subtly making fun of Lockwood’s encounters with the dogs here. He might be nicer and more sentimental than usual in this scene but he won’t just pass up the chance to make fun of someone.

“I obeyed, so far as to quit the chamber; when, ignorant where the narrow lobbies led, I stood still, and was witness, involuntarily, to a piece of superstition on the part of my landlord which belied, oddly, his apparent sense. He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears. ‘Come in! come in!’ he sobbed. ‘Cathy, do come. Oh, do—once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time, Catherine, at last!’ The spectre showed a spectre’s ordinary caprice: it gave no sign of being; but the snow and wind whirled wildly through, even reaching my station, and blowing out the light.”

Lockwood is surprised by Heathcliff’s superstition which belies his apparent sense. Heathcliff isn’t visibly “mad”. He is rude and asocial but normal at the first glance and can function normally. He has a very specific obsession with a very specific thing.

This scene is our first introduction to Heathcliff as a romantic figure and I have to admit that I find this scene to be one of the rare truly romantic moments in the book. I really like the saying “my heart’s darling”.

“There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly, and I drew off, half angry to have listened at all, and vexed at having related my ridiculous nightmare, since it produced that agony; though why was beyond my comprehension.”

A rare instance of Lockwood being truly empathetic and not making a show of it.

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The three paragraphs following this are really good slice of life depicting all the characters at the Heights slowly waking up and resuming their occupations. I am not quoting them since I don’t have much to say on them, but I really like the movements of everyone and the general activity in the farm house.

It also makes one realize how irrelevant a character Lockwood really is. We assume he is more relevant to the story and the characters than he actually is because he is the one telling the story. He is probably relevant to Heathcliff and Zillah because of the ghost incident and he is obviously the friend of Nelly, but he is nothing to Joseph, Hareton or Cathy. He is a curiosity as a rare visitor, but he isn’t actually relevant to their lives or their stories in any way.

“He stood by the fire, his back towards me, just finishing a stormy scene with poor Zillah; who ever and anon interrupted her labour to pluck up the corner of her apron, and heave an indignant groan.”

I do kind of pity Zillah here. She is trying to do her job and being scolded at the same time. I think she either left or was fired because of this.

“And you, you worthless—’ he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughter-in-law, and employing an epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash. ‘There you are, at your idle tricks again! The rest of them do earn their bread—you live on my charity! Put your trash away, and find something to do. You shall pay me for the plague of having you eternally in my sight—do you hear, damnable jade?’”

I think “bitch” is the word being censored here. Ironically, as one of the book’s first reviewers remarked, this actually ends up bringing more attention to the word. Heathcliff expects everyone in the household to work, male or female, but it is important that he uses not one but two sexist insults against Cathy here, “jade” is a word meaning “bad-tempered woman”.

“‘I’ll put my trash away, because you can make me if I refuse,’ answered the young lady, closing her book, and throwing it on a chair. ‘But I’ll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!’”

I love Cathy.

“Heathcliff lifted his hand, and the speaker sprang to a safer distance, obviously acquainted with its weight. Having no desire to be entertained by a cat-and-dog combat, I stepped forward briskly, as if eager to partake the warmth of the hearth, and innocent of any knowledge of the interrupted dispute. Each had enough decorum to suspend further hostilities: Heathcliff placed his fists, out of temptation, in his pockets; Mrs. Heathcliff curled her lip, and walked to a seat far off, where she kept her word by playing the part of a statue during the remainder of my stay.”

It is interesting that Heathcliff cares about decorum? I am guessing that he doesn’t want to lose a tenant by beating up a young woman in front of him.

“My landlord halloed for me to stop ere I reached the bottom of the garden, and offered to accompany me across the moor.”

Heathcliff being helpful.

“It was well he did, for the whole hill-back was one billowy, white ocean; the swells and falls not indicating corresponding rises and depressions in the ground: many pits, at least, were filled to a level; and entire ranges of mounds, the refuse of the quarries, blotted from the chart which my yesterday’s walk left pictured in my mind. I had remarked on one side of the road, at intervals of six or seven yards, a line of upright stones, continued through the whole length of the barren: these were erected and daubed with lime on purpose to serve as guides in the dark, and also when a fall, like the present, confounded the deep swamps on either hand with the firmer path: but, excepting a dirty dot pointing up here and there, all traces of their existence had vanished: and my companion found it necessary to warn me frequently to steer to the right or left, when I imagined I was following, correctly, the windings of the road.”

Nice description of the road. Sometimes you should just stop and appreciate it.

Some critical essays point to this loss of signs as a mirror of how Wuthering Heights itself doesn’t provide an interpretive framework for the reader. It certainly gives the feeling of uncertainty and being lost in the narrative.

“The distance from the gate to the grange is two miles; I believe I managed to make it four, what with losing myself among the trees, and sinking up to the neck in snow: a predicament which only those who have experienced it can appreciate. At any rate, whatever were my wanderings, the clock chimed twelve as I entered the house; and that gave exactly an hour for every mile of the usual way from Wuthering Heights.”

I know that Lockwood is “ridiculous” but I really relate to him here.

“My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me; exclaiming, tumultuously, they had completely given me up: everybody conjectured that I perished last night; and they were wondering how they must set about the search for my remains. I bid them be quiet, now that they saw me returned, and, benumbed to my very heart, I dragged upstairs; whence, after putting on dry clothes, and pacing to and fro thirty or forty minutes, to restore the animal heat, I adjourned to my study, feeble as a kitten: almost too much so to enjoy the cheerful fire and smoking coffee which the servant had prepared for my refreshment.”

“My human fixture and her satellites” is very telling of how Lockwood perceives servants.

This is foreshadowing of how relatively normal death is in this place.

It is funny that two chapters in a row end with a drink being given to Lockwood as refreshment.

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Remus. Honey. Look at me, take deep breaths. If you think you'll be okay, or you think you will have enough comfort people, go to the party! Worst comes to worse, bring Rowan! And if you dont want to sleep over, just do the party bit, no trouble or annoyances at all. N o n e.But if you get too anxious of the idea, or your just not feeling okay enough, dont go at all, it'll damage your mental health,,,more. Its your choice and no one, I repeat no one can judge you for that. -1/2

(I got another ask also asking for this same thing so I will probs sadly delete it but I want the anon to know I appreciate it even if I didn’t answer it. thanks <3)

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Remus tried to take a few deep breathes like you said. He kept twirling the ring on his finger to try and get the nerves out. Your comment about how much his crushes liked him made his heart warm. Remy was looking at him with such a sweet look as they waited for his answer.

'i dont know about a party' He finally wrote into the text to speech app.

"Party?" It took a moment before Remy leant their head back in laughter "Babe I meant like a party in like the we're gonna have fun way not like the literal way. You seriously think I would wanna stand around with this fucked up cane and have like 3 different guys try to kiss me"

Remus' stomach sunk. He could feel the tip of ears heating up from embarrassment.

"Sorry babe" Remy wiped a fake tear away once the giggles started to die down "That was all on me. I know you got like problems with tone and stuff. You good if it's just me, you and Jannie?"

He shrugged.

"We can hang out right here and your sis will stay around right?"

'yeah'

"It don't gotta be a sleepover if you decide you don’t want it to be. We can just like vibe and then I can weasel my way into control over Jannie's bed and sleep there. Will that be okay?"

Remus nodded.

"Coolio!"

They held out their hand to do a high five but he didn't move so they instead got out their phone and texted Janus. They made themself comfortable on the couch like a main character in an early 2000s teen romcom.

"Sooo do you wanna gossip? Paint each other nails? Kiissss? That is what people do at sleepovers right?" Remy asked "Cause babe I've never actually been at a real one with like friends. Just with Virgil or I've been like staying over with some dude after getting shitfaced but that's not the same thing y'know"

'do you really think i've been to any? i slept over in a mossy ditch once though'

"Stylish!! Maybe Jan knows" They looked at ech other and both shook their heads "Nah he doesn't"

Remus perked up and quickly wrote something on his phone 'Ro knows!"

They glanced back to Rowan. She had promptly fallen asleep with her forehead slammed into the table. Snores loud enough to shake a squirrel came from her.

The friends sent each other sinister smiles. Remus rubbed his hands together evily. Remy tip tapped on their toes like a mischievous bitch. They both slowly sneaked up behind Rowan.

And evily laid a blanket around her shoulders!!!

The friends giggled over their evil act together. The duke was a bit anxious about her being asleep but he knew she was a light sleeper after the third time she woke up to frogs filling her room

"Don't you have like a flag?" Remy suddenly asked.

Remus blinked at them 'what?'

They pointed at the wall behind Rowan. The one where her lesbian flag hung "Don't you have like a flag too? like trans or something?” They glanced at Rowan “You can get one if you want right?”

‘of course. i havent thought about it. brain dead’

He was so used to the sighs and annoyed looks he got from his ex every time he talked about being trans. Every time he’d tried to correct his pronouns. Putting a flag would have been a constant reminder of how burdensome his identity was. Sometimes Remus forgot he wasn’t living with his ex anymore.

“Want me to like make a flag? I should have some pink fabric over from making this Charli xcx shirt- Oh bitch I could have talked about being a dick sucking savant and that sentence would have been less gay. Jeez”

‘would you really?’ Remus asked with big puppy eyes.

“Suck a dick? Ehh it doesn’t really interest me but-”

‘i meant sewing the flag’

“Oh- Oh yeah babe! Of course! Anything for my green goblin!”

Remus motioned him to follow as he went over to Rowan’s bedroom aka the only bedroom in the apartment. He opened the closet and took out some old bedsheets and curtains. A dust cloud rose up from them.

He chucked them all on the floor and pointed at them. Remy promptly took out a needle and some thread from their bag.

“A lady is always prepared” They joked “So how big do you want it to be-”

A hurried knock came on the door. A thud came from the living room as Rowan fell down on the floor from surprise. “Dragon knocking” She yawned out.

Remus grabbed all of the fabric and followed Remy as they stumbled over to the door. Janus was standing on the other side. His breathing was quick and his eyes wide. His shirt was buttoned on wrong and he had on Logan’s space themed pajama pants.

“REmus! You’re alive!”

He exclaimed and reached out to hug his friend but Rem flinched back. Jan took a few extra theatrical deep breathes before half hissing towards Remy.

“I’ll kill you Remy. I will literally put poison in your food”

“Girl why this sudden flirting!?” They teased back.

“Your message made it sound like I had to hurry over because Remus was hurt or something! I was in the middle of snuggli- doing important work!” He sent a smile to Remus “I am however happy to be here”

“It’s only ‘cause I’m here. I know. You don’t have to say it!” Remy added.

They pulled Jan into a tight hug and whispered to him about how Remus wasn’t talking and didn’t seem to want to be touched. When they moved out from the hug they still had on a cheerful look.

Even so Janus looked a bit pale when he looked at Remus “Are you sure you’re physically okay? There is a tube going into your nose”

‘it is how i control my zombie army’ Remus wrote back.

“Oh....Understandable then”

“Alright Janny boy you wanna have a totally cool awesome sexy lil sleepover?”

‘we can make fake blood and throw it at each other’ Remus wrote.

“Well I can’t say no to some classic blood throwing”

He stepped inside the apartement. His back instantly straightened when he saw Rowan. He was very afraid of pissing her off somehow and in turn pissing off Remus. He did a shy lil wave. She was too busy fixing her hair to notice.

“Alright gals and babe how about we make some dinner and watch some movies until we fall asleep. Babe you can like choose the food and movie if you want” Remy rambled. “But first!” They did a dramatic pose “Truth or dare!!”

“Very classy” Janus commented.

“Let me live out my popular teen girl dreams okay!?” They looked over to Remus “Only if everyone is like comfortable with it obviously”

Remus in turn looked over to Rowan before writing ‘sure. jan?’

“I only just played it for the first time a few nights ago but I am also fine with it. You would think Patty had to be bad at something but no she’s good at kissing too” Janus very casually said.

“Oh yeah. She’s great!” Rowan agreed.

Before anyone could unpack any of that Rowan had pulled Remus into the kitchen to make popcorn and smoothies for everyone. Janus awkwardly sat down on the soft mattress in front of the tv. Remy sat down next to him and started to work on organizing the fabric.

Janus kept glancing over to them. Them in their full glory of a Charli xcx shirt made out of fabric found in a dumpster and in a skirt that made him blush. His lips curled up into an excited smile at the thought of maybe spending the night with his 2 crushes....and Rowan......ANYHOW he fantasized about being cuddled between the two. Like a smushed together spoon. He had to hold back happy stims.

“Scissor. need a scissor” Remy mumbled under their breathe.

They got up and leaned on their cane. It only took a few steps before some of the tape holding the cane together slipped up. The cane loosened and Remy fell foward. They landed harshly on their elbows and palms.

Janus quickly hurried over to help them. He reached out his hand.

“Are you okay?”

They slapped away his hand “It’s fine”

He looked at the cane “...Did...something happen?”

“I just like tripped. Girl it’s fine. It’s like old and stuff. Of course it would break”

Janus’ heart sunk. He lowered his voice “Remy I can tell you’re lying. I’m not stupid. Are you okay?”

“Well girl I would have been better if I didn’t trip. Which is what happened. Nothing else. And now I can’t get like a new one ‘cause I’m broke as fuck” They had that hint of anger in their voice, the one they always got when someone caught them in a lie.

“I only want to hear what happened because I care about you. It’s not like I get worried about you or anything”

Remy met his eyes “And what are you gonna do if I tell you? You gonna run off and tell Logan all about it? Huh?”

“It’s not-”

“We all need to gossip about something. I get it girl” They said through gritted teeth “I’m just real sick of people talking about me behind my back-”

“Smoothies are ready!” Rowan announced while walking into the room.

Remy immediately shone up into their usual relaxed smile “Perfect gal! You got any scissors around here?”

Janus stayed still even after Remy painfully had gotten up to talk to Rowan. He felt sick to his stomach. They’d been the one to suggest a sleepover hadn’t they? He couldn’t help but be afraid there was a reason behind it.

‘i think j anus is possessed’ Remus wrote.

Everyone else had made themself comfortable on the mattress. A lit candle sat in the middle. Remus had wrapped his arms around his sister like an octopus and kept poking her cheek to annoy her to which she threw popcorn into his face.

(Even though Remus’ heart was beating out of his chest and he felt nauseous and shaky and he kept hearing people yelling and his thoughts were racing. He still felt happy. He didn’t think it would go this well. He held his sister closer)

Janus forced himself to get up and join them. He sat next to Remy but they looked down at the fabric instead of even glancing at him.

Rowan clasped her hands together “So who shall start?”

“Well girl no offense but I’m scared of you, Janny is too much of a shy flustered fuck, Rem will dare us to eat bathroom mold or something and I’m too sexy to ask things so we’ve already hit a wall” Remy said.

‘floating orb’ Remus wrote.

“Dukey you’re hallucinating again”

He shook his head and pointed at you, the floating orb with sick fucking sunglasses in the corner of the ceiling.

“Oh that one! One of my precious fans! Excuse me, yes that is indeed real”

“Perfect. An impartial magical being to give us truth and dares. This is what all people should have during sleepovers” Janus added. “You do want to be a part of the game right?”

You let out a long murmur of static that made a few plants shake. They all took it as a yes. They settled in and waited for your surely very good truth and dares.

#feel free to send in as many truth or dares y'all can think of #i have no like specific asks i want in mind #i just wanted to give yall a chance to fuck everything up if yall wanted to #or make everything better i guess C:#sanders sides #remus sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #roman sanders #thanks for the ask <3

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