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Trophies

Title: Trophies Category: Plays/Musicals » Les Misérables Author: AliceInSomewhereland Language: English, Rating: Rated: T Genre: Drama/Romance Published: 05-19-13, Updated: 05-19-13 Chapters: 1, Words: 3,671

Summary: They meet on their respective fields - his, baseball, and hers, soccer - and it changes everything. Enjonine modern AU for the Fic War on tumblr! Oneshot, rated T for language.

originally written for the e/e fic war and posted to ffnet. prompted with “soccer AU, baseball AU” by tumblr user samthenardier.

Chapter 1/1

He's not quite sure when he first noticed her.

Perhaps it was the weekend Courfeyrac hit the ball out of their diamond, and, as he played in the outfield, she reached him first to return it. He hardly paid her any mind, only nodding in thanks. She was clearly just as busy as he, covered in dirt and soaked with sweat, her shin guards smeared with grass stains.

Perhaps it was the weekend that it rained. Bahorel and Grantaire, playing on his team that weekend, were highly distracted when the women with whom she was playing declared their match to be shirts versus skins. She seemed to be the chief in insisting that it be the girls who played as skins, against the shirted boys.

The boys on his baseball team couldn't help but stare as the girls stripped, their shorts rolled low on their hips and clinging to their thighs in the rain, their tops bare, save for their soaked-through sports bras.

He noticed that she and her friends were frequently shooting glances in the direction of the baseball diamond, delighting and giggling when his teammates and opponents fawned over them.

Perhaps he noticed her the weekend that it was so hot they almost had to cancel – she, again, was shirtless, but this time her sports bra was soaked with sweat. They watched as she poured cold water over her face and head and shoulders – his teammates with hunger and desire, he with disinterest.

Perhaps it was the weekend he saw her running to their diamond, soccer ball under her arm and her hand entwined with another girl's, one with dusky skin and dark hair. They sat in the bleachers, watching and cheering and laughing. It was quite distracting. Afterwards, he watched as she made a beeline to Marius, just as Joly and Bossuet appeared to be racing to talk to her friend first.

He paid her little to no mind, though he did notice when she wasn't there sometimes, especially because his baseball team (and often their visiting competition) and the eternal pick-up soccer game that she participated in often went out for drinks together after their respective games were over. It seemed oddly quiet when she wasn't there, rare though that was, but it also irritated him when she was there, because she spent the whole damn time mooning over Marius and trying to get that freckled fool to pay attention to her.

He never bothered to interact with her; in fact, he didn't even know her name. Nor did he try to learn it. Whenever she came into his peripherals, he merely acknowledged her mentally as "Marius' Shadow."

However, everything changed when he was leaving the park one day, and came across her corned up against a tree, an older man who must have been her father screaming in her face as she cowed. When the man hit her across the face, he lost it.

He dropped his things, and suddenly he was next to her, then in between her and the man, then shoving the man away and shouting things that he didn't remember later. They tousled briefly, resulting in a bloody nose on his face and a black eye on the old man. The man stormed away, screaming and cursing at them.

When he turned, he didn't even have time to react before she slapped him sharply across the face. It left him momentarily dumb; he wasn't sure whether to pinch his nose to stop the bleeding or hold his smarting cheek. Then she was shouting at him.

"I don't want your help! I'm not some sort of damsel in distress that needs rescuing from some bourgeois knight in shining armor!" She shoved him, though it was hardly strong.

Her lip was bleeding and was starting to swell from where the man hit her.

Ten minutes later, he was in the dugout, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Hey," a voice said behind him, startling him. He turned, and there she was – fat lip, messy dark hair, long, thin legs and a torso hidden by an oversized jersey. She held a plastic bag in her hand.

He just sniffed blood, trying to keep it from running down his face more, and stared at her. He was hardly forgiving; if she resented his interference, he wouldn't interfere. He had a bloody nose and probably a black eye (try explaining that one at work tomorrow), all because he was trying to help her. So as far as he was concerned, they had no reason, especially now, to interact at all. He wanted nothing from her.

"Sit down," she ordered. Her tone surprised him; it reminded him of how his mother or his teachers would talk to him as a child. He wondered where she picked it up. Then he sat.

She put the bag on the bench beside him, digging around inside. From it, she pulled gauze, an ice pack, hydrogen peroxide, and band-aids. Without a word, she began mopping up the blood on his face.

"I'm sorry I slapped you," she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on the blood that was still gushing from his nose.

He shrugged.

"It was my dad. It wasn't the first time," she told him quietly. He wondered why she was telling him this; from the look on her face, she was wondering the same thing. Then, "I'm Eponine. Eponine Jondrette."

He regarded her for a moment, and she finally met his eyes. They were a beautiful, bright brown, flecked with gold, but were dark and angry from the memories that were undoubtedly cycling through her mind. He looked at her lips; dried blood had trickled onto her chin, though she hadn't seemed to notice.

"Enjolras," he said. "Gabriel Enjolras."

Eponine's lips twitched into a small smile, then she got back to work on cleaning him up.

When she was finished, she threw the first aid supplies into her backpack. "I'll buy you a beer," she offered, "as a thanks – and an apology."

He's not quite sure why he kissed her.

It was several months after the day he fought her father.

They were heading off to the park together. His league's season was over, but he and his friends still met each weekend for pickup games. She had wormed her way into his friend group, and they had invited her along, eager to teach her how to play baseball. In return, she was going to teach them a little bit about soccer.

She met him on the corner near his apartment – it was more convenient for her to cut through his neighborhood to reach the park, as she lived a few blocks away.

"We need to run to my place," she said when he found her, not bothering to greet him. "I would've gone alone, but my phone was dead and I didn't want you to think I was ditching you.

Though they lived relatively close together, there was a marked difference between his neighborhood and hers. His was more affluent – he was a lawyer, the only son in a wealthy family, and therefore, his apartment was large and well decorated and safe.

Eponine's apartment, however, was one room of a giant, sketchy-looking complex. She joked that this was where the meth-heads came to die.

He worried for her safety.

Inside, however, she had done her best to make the place comfortable. It was colorful, but tasteful – very bohemian, but it worked because it was so Eponine.

She had hung curtains to separate her small bed from the rest of the room, and disappeared behind them for a few moments.

When she reemerged, she beckoned him over. "Enj, these are my soccer trophies from high school. I was being scouted for college, being offered scholarships and even full rides, but then I blew out my knee."

He hadn't known. He knew she was good, but not that she could have started in college. Nor did he know that her knee had ruined her opportunity to get out of – well, out of this life. It broke his heart; she could have truly been something quite incredible. She was smart, she was driven and talented, but lacking the resources to rise out of the life she so despised. To have come so close, only to have an ill-timed physical issue rip her chances away – he couldn't even imagine.

"That sucks, Ep, I'm so sorry," he told her sincerely.

She smiled warmly, though he could see a touch of bitterness in her eyes. "Whatever," she shrugged, "I have all these crazy trophies for my trouble!"

And she did. There must have been more than 30 of all colors and sizes, from participation awards to tournament placements to MVP's.

"My collection would totally kick your collection's ass," he teased, nudging her with his elbow. "I was given a partial scholarship to play in college. I wanted to go pro. I didn't have time for anything else, not even girls. My entire life revolved around baseball and school."

She looked at him. "What happened?"

He stared straight ahead at a trophy she had won her sophomore year of high school for most valuable player. "My priorities changed," was all he said. He could hear the hardness in his own voice; out of the corner of his eye, he saw her searching for something on his face before she turned back towards the trophies. He cleared his throat. "Anyway," he said, reaching out and touching a medal, "all my trophies are at my parents' house."

"I like having mine home with me," was Eponine's soft reply.

He looked at her. There was a faraway look on her face, an absent smile on her lips. "They help me remember a time when I was happy." She seemed to be talking to herself now, and he wondered if she remembered he was there.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, all of a sudden, and he felt something building inside of him that was foreign and, if he had to admit it, a little frightening.

When she turned to him, a questioning look on her face and an inquiry forming on her lips, he kissed her, swallowing whatever it was she was about to say. She responded immediately against him, and he pulled her body flush against his instinctually when her lips parted against his.

He's not quite sure why he slept with her.

He had never been with a woman before.

And she was vulnerable; he couldn't shake the feeling that he had taken advantage of her.

Marius and his girlfriend, the perfect, blonde Cosette, had gotten engaged.

Eponine had showed up at his door, in tears and completely inconsolable. So he ordered pizza, and ran to the liquor store around the corner for a bottle of Jack.

Three hours later, she was straddling him on his couch and kissing him wildly, half the bottle abandoned on the table behind her.

The whole experience, as intoxicating and wonderful as it was, was like being with a hurricane. It was wet and strong and dangerous, but he loved every second of it.

When he woke the next morning, she was in his kitchen, dressed in one of his t-shirts, making breakfast.

She kissed him good morning.

He's not quite sure when he fell in love with her.

They were out all night.

It was a warm night, in the middle of spring, a summery breeze sweeping through her hair and toying with the hem of her dress as she skipped around him.

Eponine didn't want to go home, and had talked him into staying out with her all night and going down to the docks to watch the sunrise.

"I've never seen the city when it sleeps," she had said.

They weren't together, per se, but Marius was married and Eponine was putting him behind her and now whenever she saw Enjolras she kissed him. He didn't hate it.

They had sat on the docks, swinging their bare feet inches above the water.

She grabbed his hand, humming a song into the wind. She was being strange; it was that mix of happiness and sadness that he'd learned to associate with her. Like she's almost ready to be happy, almost ready to let go of her problems, but she just can't.

She took his hand as the pre-dawn sky turns purple.

She kissed his cheek and then his lips when it turns pink.

When it turned orange, its bright glow lights up her face.

When the sun broke free of the water, she laughed. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

And that was when he knew: he'd fallen for her.

He's not quite sure why she wouldn't let him save her.

Eponine was stubborn, and always refused his help. He frequently reminded her that it was his job to help people, that it was his calling, but she would just snap at him that "a calling is a thing for entitled bourgeois boys," and that those he was "called" to help did not always want it.

When her little brother died, hit by a car in the middle of the night, he was not sure she'd ever come back to him.

She pushed him away. Stopped seeing him, stopped meeting him for baseball or soccer, stopped coming to his games and stopped showing up to her own. She wouldn't even answer her calls. Nor would she talk to any of her other friends.

Musichetta, her soccer friend, and Joly were dating, and even Musichetta had not heard from her in weeks.

When he finally saw her again, her face was gaunt. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, and hadn't eaten in weeks. Her already thin frame clung to her bones, her cheeks were sunken in, her hair was dirty and unkempt, and her hollow eyes had dark circles.

He didn't know how to save her, but for god's sake he tried.

He's not quite sure why she left him.

It isn't fair – that's the only thought that's cycling through his mind right now.

He's been sitting in this chair for, well, he doesn't even know how long. His friends keep coming to check on him, but he barely hears them. They can't say anything helpful anyway. They don't know.

All he can think of is her, of those precious moments by her side, as he stares straight ahead.

Directly in front of him is her casket. And he can't take his eyes off it, off her lifeless body laying there for those attending the wake to gawk and cry over.

He can't cry, he can't eat, he can't feel. He briefly wonders if this was how it was for her when little Gavroche was killed, and if that was the straw that broke the camel's back in her life.

He wonders, much more extensively, why he couldn't save her. He was always reminding her that saving people was all he wanted to do. He just wanted to help.

Why hadn't he been able to help her?

It was a sunny afternoon. They were sitting on the stairs of her fire escape. She was under his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Not everyone wants to be saved, Enj," she told him. "Not everyone will let you."

"As long as you let me save you, that's fine," he replied.

She said nothing for a long while. "It might be too late for that," she whispered, avoiding his gaze.

And it was. It was far too late.

She was gone.

The only woman he had ever loved, ever cared for, ever had time for, was dead.

This was a woman who had opened up an entire new world for him, and he would never see her again.

He's not sure what comes next; now that he's lived in this world of hers, he isn't sure if he can live without her.

When he's angry at her, angrier than he's ever been before, he curses her name, screaming at her ghost for leaving him behind, for ruining his life.

He hates her; she destroyed everything about him, everything he was, and left this empty shell behind. He was fine before - he didn't know what he was missing, and ignorance truly was bliss. He was settled in his life. But then she appeared in it, and turned it upside-down.

He tries to breathe.

Azlema, her younger sister, walks up to him.

She wraps herself around him, and he lets her, squeezing her tightly. She, of course, knew Eponine too (in a way that his friends didn't), and just as he lost the love of his life, she lost her older sister - and her baby brother. So she understands.

"She loved you, Enjolras," Azelma murmurs, her voice shaking with emotion and thick with the tears that spill from her eyes. "I know she never told you, but she told me. She loved you, and she would've wanted you to know."

He cries.

He's not quite sure how he picks up the pieces.

It's been forever, but it's also been no time at all.

His nights are cold and lonely, and his days are torture.

Grantaire has moved in with him, though perhaps that wasn't the best decision on the part of his friends, as the other man is so full of anger and sadness himself that all they do is spend their time drinking.

Combeferre seems to catch on, because then he comes to stay, too.

Suddenly, he's forced to eat the food Combeferre has cooked. He's forced to look at Grantaire's artwork and give his opinions, he's forced to go to work and do a good job again.

He's forced to look at her photographs every day (but that one he does to himself), too. In them, she seems happy. She's bright and beautiful and alive. God, she used to be so alive, even when she was miserable, even when she was depressed. She could be in the worst mood, but being around her was like being in the middle of a beautiful storm.

He misses that.

Eventually, Courfeyrac convinces him to come play a pickup game.

It feels good, being back on the diamond. The power of the ball as it flies from his hand, the feel of the wind in his face as he runs from plate to plate. He especially likes being at bat, because smacking that fucking ball into oblivion is suddenly the most therapeutic thing.

And then the game is over and his friends leave and he's slamming his stupid bat into the ground, raging in the middle of the field, screaming at her at the top of his lungs and undoubtedly causing quite the scene.

He collapses, and then someone is there – Jehan, perhaps? – speaking to him, trying to calm him.

But what does it is Eponine.

No, she's not there, of course, but he sees her team playing soccer on the next field. Or maybe it's a different team, he isn't sure if her friends play here anymore.

He looks up into the overcast sky, closing his eyes to the clouds, and can almost hear her laughter carried to him on the wind.

He goes home, pulls out the trophies he took from her apartment and those he took from his parents' house. He places them in pairs around the apartment, wherever they fit - his next to hers and hers next to his wherever he can find the room for them.

"They help me remember a time when I was happy," she had said that first time he kissed her.

And she was right.

There they were, once again – playing baseball, playing soccer together, just like when they had become friends. This time, however, their endless games were in his apartment. But looking at their trophies together was, for some stupid reason, extremely comforting. It made him feel like she was there, in these dumb objects she had been so proud of.

He sees her in them. They make him think of her. And he misses her, he does, but she would want him to be okay.

She would want him to keep on playing, because she wasn't able to.

And that's exactly what he's going to do.

Fin.

#enjonine #enjonine fanfic #enjonine fic #enjonine fanfiction #e/e #é/e #eponine x enjolras #enjolras x eponine

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jq37 · 4 years

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The Royal Report– A Crown of Candy Ep 10 Blood and Bread

Come Together

Welcome back and I hope you took advantage of the opportunity to catch your breath because the Rocks family is granted no such reprieve. Fresh off the heels of Jet’s tragic murder by Ciabatta and Calroy answering the question of whether a cake can coup, we pick back up with Theo who’s foiled his imprisonment by making use of the skills Lazuli taught him and magically busting down the door. Then, he makes use of his other knight skills and absolutely eviscerates the shocked guards outside.

He runs for the King’s quarters and, obviously, doesn’t find Amethar as he’s in a smoking crater outside, but he does run into Caramelinda who he immediately informs of the situation as best he can. Cara is confused, even as guards (Cal’s men) show up and start firing on them. She tries to get them to stop on her royal authority but Theo hears a lot more soldiers coming on a Nat 20 Insight and is like, “We need to go.” Cara does her own Insight check and has the good sense to follow him.

They run and Theo takes her into a little secret door in one of the hallways. Just in time too, because Cal walks by all camp-y kids movie villain, clearly telegraphing his intention to kill Cara, and tries drawing her out by saying some bait-y stuff about Amethar but Theo says they should ignore it and they escape down a spiral staircase instead of confronting Cal.

Meanwhile, Ruby (still Invisible) runs across the bridge, feels Jet pass, and keeps running, all the way to the standing stones of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

“Bring her back,” she demands, tearfully. “I know you can bring her back. What is the point of having magic if I can’t bring her back. Please.”

The SPF appears and gently says that the nature of the world is such that she can’t bring Jet back. However, it may be possible to bring them to Jet. Go north to the Stone Candy Mountain, she says. That’s where she is and where her sister is waiting.

Ruby then sneaks her way back to the castle, and sees Kerradin on his way there with about 30 knights. On double Nat 20s, when she gets to the castle, she clocks her dad immediately. Cumulous (who was also in the general area Ruby just came from and can now see where she is based on the glow of her magic, though he doesn’t know it’s her) also sees Amethar. Ruby, horrified at the thought of losing both her sister and father within about five minutes, runs to him.

Liam, still in the lingerie shop, hears Ciabatta wonder where the “witch boy” (Liam himself) went and also gives away some plot info for free: Alfredi has been hanged and she was apparently the only person skilled enough to make watersteel daggers. They’re fresh out. They leave and Liam pops out of the Rope Trick. He checks the glowing chest and sees that all that’s in there is a glowing rock--ambush bait. He then wraps Jet’s body in tasteful lingerie (sure), puts it in a cabinet for later retrieval, and takes her sword and locket for Ruby before stealthing away to find the others.

Amethar, fallen but not Fallen, unsteadily picks himself up, just in time to see the magic glow of his invisible daughter’s footsteps approaching him. “Pops, it’s me,” she says, voice wavering. “I think Jet is dead.” Amethar gives her a huge dad hug as she channels some of his barbarian energy, vowing to kill whoever did this, and their children, and drown their lands. The very stealthy Liam and Cumulous also show up for this--Liam joining the hug and Cumulous just announcing his presence awkwardly when his name is mentioned.

Liam lets them know where Jet’s body is and also gives Jet’s things to Ruby. Ruby takes the sword but haltingly insists that Liam keep the locket--it won’t work alone, and besides, Jet would want him to have it.

Cara and Theo pop out of the secret tunnel and the kids instantly Perception/Insight check her (no doubt feeling burned after Cal’s betrayal). Ruby, on a 23, gets nothing sinister--it’s just her extremely freaked out mom. With that reassurance, she reveals that Jet is dead and Liam chimes in that it was Ciabatta and his men. Liam accusatorily mentions the letter that got them ambushed and Cara claims to not only not know about the letter, but to not know the lingerie lady at all.

Ruby lets everyone know that Kerradin is on his way and Cara says that most of the Castle Candy soldiers have been sent to Castle Many Licks on Cal’s orders. It’s mainly just Cal’s men in the castle--the castle that is currently being redecorated with House Cruller banners. Translation: They’re F’d.

Amethar remembers that Manta Ray Jack is still in the harbor and--after talking Liam out of going rogue and tracking Kerradin--the group decides getting to him and making a break for it is the best bet. They pick a path that will go past the lingerie shop so they can pick up Jet’s body on the way.

They see torches being lit and hear dogs--clearly a search party coming for them--so Ruby uses Prestidigitation to scent the path with anise so the dogs will be confused (which Brennan rewards with disadvantage on tracking checks). Ruby and Amethar are both mortally wounded, but they decide that getting away ASAP is a better option than waiting to tend to their wounds. They roll initiative and head off.

The Sweet Escape

This is another unusual combat episode from Crown of Candy. There’s not so much brawling as there is running and trying to avoid fighting. I don’t think a play by play will be very interesting, so I’ll just give a quick rundown of the highlights.

The mechanics of this is it’s basically a series of group stealth checks until they get to where they’re going. Ruby still has 25 mins left on her invisibility and Brennan lets her cast Mage Hand with a 1st level spell slot to keep Theo’s armor from clinking and giving him disadvantage for seven rounds.

They fail their first round of checks and are spotted by hot-hounds (hot dog hounds, of course). Cumulous tells the group to keep going and he stays behind to handle it. He kills the dogs (yay?) but alerts other guards in doing so. Liam, with his crossbow, headshots the guard about to make trouble for Cumulous and then Cumulous steals his chariot.

Ruby, cantrip master, uses her Mage Hand (feeling a kiss on her cheek as she does) to hold a lantern and send it in a different direction, creating more confusion for the people tracking them.

Cumulous, on a Nat 20 Animal Handling check, fully on purpose (and after taking a bunch of damage from being fired on by ballista) drives the chariot off a cliff.

We’ll get back to that.

Liam, four rounds in, remembers that, oh yeah, he *does* have Pass Without Trace which gives +10 to all stealth checks--a little late but a game changer nonetheless. As he casts it, Cumulous feels the call of something like the Hungry One but not the Hungry One and Liam feels that same weird magical feeling he did running from the Cathedral in Comida.

Cumulous, as he rockets off the cliff (killing the horses in a very Hardwon Surefoot move), uses Fluffwind (his staff) to cast Gaseous Form--dropping his speed to a snail’s pace but saving his candy bacon.

The rest of the group does stealth checks until they make it to Dulcington. Ruby sets a tent on fire with her lantern as a distraction and all of them have to cross a river (the bridge is occupied by guards). Ruby gets a Nat 1 and falls in but Liam gets a Nat 20 and helps her across.

Unfortunately, the initial splash into the river alerted guards and they’re run up on by Ceresian soldiers. But, really, it’s more of a minor annoyance. Between Peppermint Batman critting, Ruby doing some sniping (losing her Invisibility in the process), Theo desperate to not see another Rocks dead on his watch, and Amethar in a full dad-rage, these guys are dead before they even have a chance to attack.

Cumulous drops Gaseous Form and anime sprints back to the gang.

Amethar and Liam grab Jet’s body and then run for the harbor with the others. Theo Messages Jack to get the ship ready because they’re gonna be there in a minute and they need to go NOW.

Enemy archers fire on them but they ignore it and just keep running. When they show up, Jack is confused but they’re like, “Sail now, questions later.”

Brennan says there’s no way they’re gonna get the ship going before soldiers catch up with them but he obviously didn’t count on Amethar going into a rage and just pushing the boat himself, snapping the mooring keeping it docked. As soldiers ride up on them, Ruby uses Mage Hand to help with the few remaining ropes and Theo casts Knock to undo the reins on one of the horses, sending the mounted soldier flying.

They narrowly escape up the river, and that’s where we end our episode.

Thing I’m Concerned About

This is something I mentioned as an aside in the last recap and it seems that it’s become relevant so I’ll be more explicit now. When the tear-away lingerie came up in episode one, it seemed like it was news to Cara (and I’m sure Brennan too because it was obv off the cuff). But last episode, the letter they got seemed to indicate that she was in cahoots with that person. But then in this episode, after a pretty high Insight check that indicated she was on the level, she said he didn’t know about any lingerie lady. Which seems to indicate setup, right? Which would make sense there was nothing at the shop and assassins waiting (assassins who seemed unsurprised to see the kids and not her for what it’s worth). But the way they got the letter, with Cara leaving the room, it seems like she would have seen it. So was that even really her? Is there a bad guy walking around with Disguise Self? If so, Bad! Also Bad! if she actually does turn out to be bad and it was like a DC 30 Insight check to find out, “Surprise! Your mom has been secretly evil this whole time!” Cara calls Ciabatta Imperator before she gets that info and idk if that’s Brennan misspeaking or A Clue and it *better* be the first because I don’t have the energy for *another* betrayal right now. It does seem like exactly the kind of thing you’d use in story to bait the twins if you knew them though, right? Like anyone who even sorta knew them (but especially someone who really knew them like Cal--was he there for that lingerie conversation in episode 1?) would know that was surefire twin-bait.

Don’t love that the SPF is, with different faces and different tactics, corralling everyone to the Mountains. I don’t know what her game is but I Do Not Trust fae. Also, maybe I’m being paranoid but when the SPF said, “Your sister is waiting,” I def had a burst of...your sister as in Jet or your sister as in this bastard child who we know nothing about? Wouldn’t that be such a dirty trick? To skirt fae lying rules (idk if they exist in this world) by talking about Jet a bunch and then saying, “Your sister is waiting,” about a totally different (half) sister?

So who all is working together? Cal last week said he was working with Alfredi and Ciabatta was also working with Alfredi. Plus, Kerradin was there (which, sidenote, WILD. Did Alfredi just take all the heat or something?). But I can't imagine everyone’s goals are fully synced. Ciabatta seems to mostly care for his own power. The Pontifex wants the Ramsian Doctrine fulfilled presumably which puts her at cross-purposes to Cal. What’s everyone’s game here. Is any of this stuff just happening independently of the others and Amethar just has hella enemies/has just lost Concord protection?

All this “like the Hungry One but not the Hungry One” stuff has me suspicious. People have mentioned to me that the noises that Brennan makes when he brings that up are kinda snorty and pig-like which raises two possibilities. It could be the vengeful spirit of Preston--which would go with the ice motif since he’s a peppermint pig and we all know peppermint is the cold magic of candy. It could also be related to the Great Boar of the Meatlands. I can see a pig spirit showing favor to an angry kid who took good care of his best pig friend who then tragically died, even with the cross-food barrier. Idk, we’ll see how this goes.

Ruby, my girl, please don’t do anything rash in your grief. You’re 1000% valid but please stay as levelheaded as you can.

Five More Things

Lol at Ally very confidently saying they don’t have Pass Without a Trace even after being reminded of it and then three turns later being like wait nevermind.

Killshot Thompson at it again with those precision voice breaks at all the most heart-crushing times. I would have loved to have seen Emily’s reactions from video village during the scene with Amethar. And then the, “I can’t lose another. Please,” to Liam? Ugh. My heart.

Ally’s “WHY?” when Manta Ray Jack started ringing that bell was beautiful.

“Another secret black woman,” might be the funniest thing Lou has ever said. And he’s said a lot of funny things. He originated, “Somebody call Wizards of the Coast.”

A second set of double Nat 20s from Siobhan! She also did it in Fantasy High Sophomore Year when freeing Fig from mind control. The only other person I think who’s done it is Lou as Fabian during the arcade battle in FH S1. You can’t really tell because of the way I glossed over the nitty gritty of this ep, but the Nat 20s were really out of control this session. It’s just that, as the cast said in Adventuring Party, Nat 20s don’t get you spectacular things this season. They just mean you get to not die that turn.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #a crown of candy #a crown of candy spoilers #the royal report

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merinnan · 4 years

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DMBJ Explore with the Note Ep 5

Okay, now that my workshop is finished, time for DMBJ Explore with the Note ep 5! Otherwise I will spend the entire afternoon just fucking around in WoW instead (one day I will show you screenshots of my Iron Triangle-as-WoW-toons).

We start ep 5 with the usual counts

Season 2 Xiaoge Rescue Count: 2 for Wu Xie, 2 for protagonists, 3 for everyone

Season 2 Wu Xie Swoon Count: 0

Season 2 Evil Hair Count: 3

Cumulative Xiaoge Rescue Count: 12 for Wu Xie, 17 for protagonists, 18 for everyone

Cumulative Wu Xie Swoon Count: 6

- It's been a few eps since we had updates to the rescue or swoon counts, so here's hoping for Ep 5

- Ah, yes, the baby archaeologists just discovered the heavenly palace

- At least this girl is marginally less annoying than she was in the novel

- ...okay, I take it back

- Sweetie, it's a fucking tomb, why are you upset that there's a corpse in there?

- Those are some impressive fingernails

- lol, and they were all so distracted by the girl that no-one noticed 'Xiao Zhang' going all Zhang Qiling to get up there to check out what freaked her out

- I am disappoint that they didn't keep the present time crew in form-fitting wetsuits for the whole underwater tomb investigation like they did with the flashback crew

- OMG the look on Wenjin's face, I love it

- I think she's starting to realise that he knows what he's doing

-Very good questions, Wenjin

- Oh, so that wasn't just better set lighting, the tomb was actually fully lit somehow? The better question in this case is not 'why is it suddenly so dark' but 'how the fuck was this underwater tomb so well lit?'

- THEN you can follow it up with 'why has the mysterious lighting suddenly gone out?'

- WHY would you bring such a group of easily scared kids on an archaeological expedition to EXPLORE THROUGH TOMBS?

- That seems like a bad idea even if you didn't think anything weird would go on

- ISTG, Sanxing, Wenjin, and Xiaoge are the only level-headed ones of the bunch

- A mural. They were in hysterics over a mural.

- I mean, yeah, there's a lot of high mountains, so not surprising you can't tell which one it is

- I was gonna say she's super judgey for an archaeologist but...nah, yeah, that tracks for academia, speaking from experience XD

- This episode has been taunting me with potential rescues that never quite get there, so it better actually pay off with one of them this episode

- Oooh, bitty shadow

- Wonder if it's the baby corpse from the jar earlier

- ...oh, right, Sanshu's still running around in some weird trance

- Awww, the lights go out in the heavenly palace room, and the entire set lighting goes from lovely and well-lit so you can actually see what's on screen, to super dark and shadowy, even outside that room

- Sorry, sanmei, I know I said I’d stop talking about lighting, but...I live in eternal hope of good lighting. The flashbacks here were actually GOOD up until now. So I am sad they've gone back to bad lighting.

- I'm embarrassed to say that it's taken me the entirety of Guardian, Granting You A Dreamlike Life, DMBJ 1, and now partway through ep 2 of DMBJ 2 before I've realised that I can pause Viki playbacks by hitting my space bar.

- OMFG, how many rooms are there in this tomb with a set of porcelain vases arranged in a particular order?

- Smart, Wenjin, conserving flashlight batteries like that.

- I know that this Wenjin must be older than the Wenjin in the Chongqi flashbacks, but why couldn't we have had this Wenjin in those flashbacks as well?

- Chongqi Wenjin is ok, but this one's more level-headed and competent. And much better at de-escalating semi-hysterical girls.

- Then again, I suppose if Chongqi Wenjin had this Wenjin's skills, they wouldn't have been able to have had that dumb ~DRAAMAA~ with the love triangle

- Tunnel floor is suddenly wet again instead of dry. Wish they'd make up their mind

- Evil Hair Count: 4

- This time creeping on random guy at the back of the party

- Who is mildly disturbed that he's suddenly got water down the back of his neck. Don't blame him

- Judging by the way Xiaoge just clapped a hand over his mouth and nose, I'm guessing that they all just got gassed.

- And it must be a REALLY FAST acting gas if they all collapsed like 5 seconds after Xiaoge covered his nose and mouth, and he seems to be fine

- Oh, no, spoke to soon, down he goes

- Okay, Sanshu. A) That's creepy, and b) why aren't you also affected?

- ...something that takes down Xiaoge for long enough that he wakes up in a hospital bed concerns me

- I do not blame him one bit for looking so perturbed

- OMG, that GRRM roast, that's fantastic

- I hope Xiaoge is just leaving out all of the unnecessary family stuff that he doesn't think Wu Xie and Pangzi need to do, otherwise he just implied that the Zhangs have just, like, misplaced him for 20 or so years and not looked for him?

- Wu Xie is always so desperate to believe the best of Sanshu, it's really cute

- Ah, I see we're back to the requisite pingxie staring for the episode. Excellent

- Here's the clearest sign yet that S2 does not follow on from S1 at all, as it completely ignores changes that S1 made to the plot and instead is referencing novel events that did not happen in the drama.

- I would have been SO FUCKING CONFUSED if I hadn't read the first novel

- lol, Xiaoge. Giving a tiny almost-smile and clapping someone on the shoulder after dropping a bombshell like that on them is NOT how you're supposed to talk to your crush

- And it looks like we're now back to Wu Xie's nightmares from the first ep

- ...is that last one supposed to be Xiaoge? It's hard to tell with the angle and (yes, sorry, sanmei) the lighting

- Way to ruin the moment, Pangzi

- ...omg Pangzi

- I'm kinda cringing now

- Hahah, the look on Wu Xie's face. Like, same

- Those are good points, Pangzi, but wouldn't you still have the problem of being underwater without oxygen tanks? That tomb is pretty far down and mostly buried in the sea bed, after all

- ...Wu Xie that maths made no sense at all

- Rude. Pangzi has said useful things before now!

- LOL at all the "don't touch anything" "i mean it" "also" "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING"

- Because we all know that Pangzi is gonna touch stuff and try to steal at least one thing

- Oh, there you are, A-Ning

- How did you get in there?

- This is an unnecessarily long sequence of Xiaoge running his fingers over the door and Pangzi messing with his hair, set to super annoying BGM. Was it really necessary to have a full 1 minute 40 seconds of that?

- That should have been done in, like, 30 seconds tops.

- I do like how excited this Wu Xie is to see the cool architectural stuff like the moving doors in here

- After that first hallway, they all seem so unconcerned about traps

- Tombs are usually, quiet, Wu Xie. Hence the saying 'quiet as the tomb'

- Xiaoge's tiny smiles at Wu Xie and Pangzi's banter are just adorable

- OMG THEIR FACES

- But guys, you really should have looked for traps first

- Before the walls started trying to squish you like pancakes

- "Start climbing", says Xiaoge, as he just fucking leaps up the sides of the walls

- Good thing these walls are conveniently not smooth and straight, with regular hand and footholds

- Xiaoge Rescue Count: 3 for protagonists

- Not quite the dramatic rescue I was hoping for, but I'll take it since it's been so long

- The closed walls has now made them a cute little tunnel to crawl through

- Oh, wait, annoying girl was from one of the Nine Gate families?

- Which one? I'll have to look her up later, I've completely forgotten her name.

- Xie Lianhuan is talking Sanshu into taking him along on the original expedition. Honestly, dude, you dying is all your fault, you weren't even supposed to be there

- Oh, Qiu Dekao was involved in the 20 year ago bullshit as well. Why am I not surprised?

- And with the tomb from S1, too, also 20 years ago

- Wait, if Wenjin was the leader the whole time, how come she kept deferring to Sanshu?

- Dramatic bgm! Dramatic reused footage!

- Oh yeah, the looks on their faces, I know exactly who just popped into mind for Pangzi and Wu Xie at that

- Because who else could have done it?

- ...okay, except Sanshu, point

- Oh noooooo, more fucking underwater diving scenes

- This show is instilling in me a visceral loathing of underwater diving scenes. They're awful

- Like, seriously, after 5 eps they've already shown enough underwater goddamn diving scenes to fill up a full half of an episode

- An entire quarter of one episode was made up of them

- Oh my GOD that bgm. That was...something

- Okay, Xie Lianhuan was supposed to have dug this passage? Seriously?

- He was only missing for a day before they found his body, how the fuck was he supposed to dig a loooooong passage, high enough for a fully grown adult to walk crouched, in less than a day?

- Ah, and that's ep 5.

Count updates:

Season 2 Xiaoge Rescue Count: 2 for Wu Xie, 3 for protagonists, 4 for everyone

Season 2 Wu Xie Swoon Count: 0

Season 2 Evil Hair Count: 4

Cumulative Xiaoge Rescue Count: 12 for Wu Xie, 18 for protagonists, 19 for everyone

Cumulative Wu Xie Swoon Count: 6

Season 2 is decidedly lacking in swoons so far. It better up its game.

#alicia watches dmbj #daomu biji #dmbj #explore with the note #xiaoge rescue count #wu xie swoon count #evil hair count #wu xie #xiaoge #zhang qiling #wang pangzi #chen wenjin #iron triangle #the lost tomb

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trickkombowerskru · 4 years

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Right Here-Julian Spitzer Imagine

Request: No here is the 2nd day of the 25 days of trickkombowerskru! which goes to @poruchik-logy and they wanted a Julian imagine where reader is his best friend, who always supported him(or at least tried to), but due to the events of the show (or general depression) julian became negligent towards reader, who had a crush on him for years. but in the end of a day, he understands that reader is the real deal

A/N:I'm writing this before ep 7 where it is pretty clear that they'll at least hook up, but as of ep 6 nothing has really happened so we're gonna pretend things ended between them here. Also damn look at ya girl back at it making gifs again bc there are practically no Julian gifs

Warnings: None

You were laughing as you and your best friend talked. Usually on Fridays before his class he would come over to hang and just talk about stuff he hadn't earlier in the week. He checks the time and stands, picking up his skateboard.

"Aw shit I have to go,"

"You just got here like 30 minutes ago."

"I know and I'm sorry I gotta leave early to get to class I was late last time."

"Ah. Well I don't want you to be late. It's okay Jul go."

He needs practically rushing the door not even hugging you like he usually does, making you frown after he leaves. You had known Julian pretty much since diapers, you were always there when he needed you -especially after what happened during highs school- and vice versa.

Aside from the few times he tried to protect you with a lie you always knew when something else was going on with that boy. You shake your head wondering why he would have to lie to you. And the next morning you get your answer when you show up to a very very hungover Julian’s house. He gets so red in the face as he recalls to you the events of last night.

"Wait you puked after you told her that her boobs were amazing?"

"Yes." he replies hiding hid face in his pillow.

"I mean just apologize for over doing it and I think you'll be just fine."

"Thanks Y/N."

"What are best friends for?”

It was after that Julian unintentionally started neglecting you whether it was leaving earlier than usual again or only talking about her when you hung out, it was killing you to him so hung up on Eve, especially because of the crush you've had on him since like the 7th grade.

While you knew it was better to stay quiet since you knew he wouldn't feel the same, tonight he was also blowing off movie night to hang out with her. Of course you told him it was fine, while the age gap was weird to you, all you wanted was for him to be happy. So it was a surprise to you when a sad Julian showed up at your front door.

"Hey Jul what's wrong?"

"She put a stop things before anything could happen."

"Aw shit I'm sorry. Come on let's watch shitty Christmas movies to get your mind off of things."

He gave you a sad smile and came in putting his skateboard near side of the stairs and sat down.

"You wanna talk about it?"

He shakes his head so you go into the kitchen to make snacks. When you return and set the bowl of popcorn and your own version of trail mix down, a silence falls over your living room. It wasn't really a comfortable one either.

"I'm sorry too by the way."

"For what?"

"For being a shitty best friend."

"Jul it's fine."

"No it's not lying at first and then blowing you off...it was really stupid and I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

Another silence fills the room this one slightly less awkward after he broke the ice.

"Who knows. Maybe.....maybe it was for the best nothing happened. I mean I want you to be happy and all, but are you sure it was a good idea to get involved with Brendan Fletcher's mom in the first place? The guy who made your life a living hell and who actually managed to break my heart after cheating on me only two weeks into our relationship?"

Julian shoots up with a laugh now sitting up straight.

"Yeah why did you date him anyways?"

"I've told you a thousand times. He asked me out and I thought it would get him to leave you alone, and I mean for a week it did. Then the stupid, charming, smug bastard actually made me fall for him. Even though I was expecting things to not work out I didn't think it would fall apart that fast."

"Still."

You roll your eyes at him, hitting him with a pillow.

"Like I was saying. Not that you can't do what you want, but the age gap was kinda weird. I mean how do you know she wasn't gonna dump you after fulfilling some weird sex thing?" you joke.

"Weird sex thing?" he humors you asking in a funny tone.

"People are MILFs Julian. Besides I'm not kink shaming, but you really don't need another mommy." you snicker earning an adorable scoff and a light slap to the shoulder.

You slap his shoulder back and all the tension disappears...well almost all of it.

"Seriously though why Brendan? It always confused me why you let him break your heart like that."

"I told you why."

He gives you a look that says he knows you're not telling the truth.

"Fine I was also trying to get over someone. There are you happy?"

"Wait you always tell me when you like a guy, I didn't even know you had a crush on someone that year."

"Yeah well I did. So can we change the subject?"

"Who was it?"

"I really don't wanna talk about it."

"Was it Ryan?"

"No."

"Was it Chris?"

"Julian can you please just drop it?"

You see him thinking before hitting the realization and staring deep into what feels like your soul with those gorgeous bluish green eyes of his.

"Was it.....was it me?"

The look on your face mixed with your sigh before looking away told him all he needed to know.

"Y/N why didn't you tell me?"

"What was there to say? Hey dude I've been head over heels for you since we were 13? I mean I just didn't wanna wreck everything. So I thought even if it lead to heartbreak that Brendan would be a good distraction. Plus like I said I thought it would get him to leave you alone."

He just nods processing the truth bomb you had just unleashed onto him. Julian turns to face you again, moving some stray hair out of hair face, and cupping your cheek with his hand.

"Jul I know you aren't that kind of guy, but if you're even thinking of trying to use me as rebound please don't."

"I'm not. You know I'd never do that to you."

He leans in and after 6 years of crushing you finally get to kiss him and fuck was it bliss.

"Y/N I really like you. I was just too scared to admit it to myself I thought it would keep things less complicated."

You kiss him again and then start the movie marathon of shitty Hallmark movies curled up in his side.

#mrs fletcher #julian spitzer #julian spitzer imagine #julian spitzer x reader #owen teague

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thotwonu · 5 years

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Brandon & 30 X

30. “Be you. No one else can.”

i’m sick and in bed so i decided to try and clear some stuff from our inbox! i really struggled with this- i hope y’all think it’s decent. also i’m bad at separating paragraphs… - rei

it had been a week of following around Brandon while he was doing promo for the new PRETTYMUCH ep that had dropped. the fans were amazing and mostly super welcoming to you since your relationship with B was pretty new. you were exhausted by the time saturday finally came and you finally had Brandon all to yourself, and you hadn’t even been really doing anything. you loved this Brandon, the one only you got to see. when the chains came off, the hair got pushed back off his forehead, and the smirk went away.

you were laying in bed with him playing with his hair as he snoozed on your chest. the sun was filtering through the blinds and casting golden lines across his bare back. you started humming an old taylor swift song that came to mind and you could feel Brandon laugh lightly before he turned to face you, “Taylor Swift? Really?” you rolled your eyes and pushed him off your body so you could cross your arms, turning away from him and shake your head while smiling lightly. he laughed again moved to where he was sitting behind you and pulling you to his chest. “you know, you’re teasing me but you recognized the song.” he nodded and pressed his lips to your shoulder, “you are right.” you laughed and leaned back into him. “what would the fans say?” you joked lightly turning around in his arms so you were face to face with him. when you faced him you noticed he had a sad look on his face. “what happened? we were just joking.” he shrugged and hid his face in your neck trying to distract you by pressing open mouthed kisses up and down your jawline and neck. “you don’t get to distract me that easily Arreaga,” you said pulling his face away from your skin and holding his face between your two hands. “talk to me.” he shrugged again, “i dunno, i just remembered being teased when i was a kid for knowing taylor swift songs because of my sister. it just took me back. it was really weird. i’m fine babe.” he said smiling sleepily at you. you pouted exaggeratedly and played with the hair on the back of his neck. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to. i was playing around. i think it’s cute that you knew the song,” you smiled lightly thinking about the song you were humming.

“the song reminds me of you…” he scrunched up his nose and laughed, “what are you talking about?” you shrugged. now it was your turn to hide your face in his neck and try and distract him. “now who’s tryna be distracting?” he laughed pulling you back. you were trying to look anywhere but at him. “before i met you, i was just a fan. i was so scared i was never gonna be able to get your attention just being me, so i tried to be someone else,” you shrugged staring at a random mark on the wall. “superstar by taylor swift though?” he chuckled tickling your sides. you giggled and flailed a little until you were laid back on the bed and he was hovering over you. “you’re my superstar,” you smiled up at him. he smiled down at you, “well you got me by just being you.” you blushed and hid your face in your hair. “i’m serious,” he went on peppering your face with kisses, “you should always just be you. no one else can.” you laughed at his cheesiness and moved so his next peck landed on your lips. “i’ll remember that when i’m being annoying while you’re trying to do something. ‘B, baby, you told me to always just be me’ you’re really gonna regret that later.” you were laughing genuinely now. brandon just snorted and shook his head at you before leaning down, “c’mere.” he started peppering kisses all over you and tickling you at the same time. “noooooooooooo!” you cried out wiggling trying to get out of his grasp unsuccessfully, “brandon stoooop! i promise not to use it against you!” you were giggling uncontrollably and breathing was becoming hard. “swear it!” brandon said nipping your jaw playfully. you giggled and shook your head causing him to tickle you hard. “FINE FINE!” you laughed trying to cover your sides more, “i SWEAR!” brandon stopped and laughed tumbling onto the bed next to you.

brandon laid their just watching you as you caught your breath and your giggles died down. the sun had changed the angle from when you’d started talking, and it was filtering through the blinds just perfectly to hit your eyes at an angle that made them look on fire. your hair spread out on his pillow looked like a glowing halo around your face. “god i love you…” he whispered.

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #prettymuch headcanons #prettymuch concepts #prettymuch blurbs #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagines #brandon arreaga concepts #brandon arreaga headcanons #brandon arreage blurbs

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acetokens · 4 years

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The Rise of the Phoenix: My thoughts on MUA3′s 2nd DLC

Last October I wrote a review for MUA3’s first DLC expansion pack, ‘The Curse of the Vampire’. Now, after the release of the game’s second expansion, ‘The Rise of the Phoenix’, I really want to talk about this one as well!

This X-Men themed expansion gives Season Pass owners four new heroes to add to their roster: Iceman, Gambit, Cable and Phoenix, as well as a new mode called ‘Danger Room’, in which players go head-to-head in a series of trials. A new seasonal rewards system called ‘Events’ is tied to this mode, giving bonus prizes to players who win many Danger Room matches. The update also expanded the previously released ‘Gauntlet Mode’ by adding new challenges to tackle, and re-stocked the SHIELD Depot with more costumes to unlock. Finally, just like the last expansion, the level cap was raised (this time from 150 to 200) and new upgrades were added to the Alliance Enhancement Grid so you can make your heroes even stronger than before!

I was worried this expansion would be delayed (a prospect that felt more likely as we approached the end of December with no news). But luckily the VGA 2019 delivered a trailer which settled my fears and ‘The Rise of the Phoenix’ was released on December 23rd just in time to meet the vague ‘late 2019’ deadline we were promised. But was the expansion worth the wait? To answer that, I’m going to look at it one feature at a time, starting with…

The Characters

Although I’m disappointed that X-23 didn’t make the cut, I have to admit all four newcomers are fun to play due to their refreshingly unique abilities.

Phoenix’s defence stats are the worst in the game, but she obliterates bosses and mobs of weaker enemies alike, can revive her teammates with her EX (which also auto-revives Phoenix if she gets KO’d after using it) and can recharge her team’s EP using Cleansing Flames. Any character with a low Energy stat or who relies heavily on their abilities and/or synergies becomes much stronger with Phoenix on their team, so not only is she fun to play, she makes other heroes more fun to play as well! Because of this, I’ve gained a new appreciation for a character I’ve always overlooked before, and The Phoenix has risen to become one of my new favorite heroes to play in MUA3!

Gambit is a deceptively powerful character with some interesting tricks up his sleeve. His Luck of the Draw ability sets down explosive cards which remain dormant for a long time, allowing him to create multiple traps that he can detonate simultaneously with Kinetic Burst for a domino effect of explosions, dealing massive damage! Alternatively, Gambit can cancel into his air attack after setting the cards for a quicker but weaker explosion. Because of his self-synergies and high damage output, it makes Gambit one of the strongest solo-characters in the game in my opinion. Très bien!

Cable has a kit full of support abilities, including a gravity bomb, a reflector shield and an automatic sentry gun called Extreme Arsenal, all of which his teammates can take advantage of for some wicked synergy attacks. Cable can also teleport to escape from danger or use TK Spike to knock enemies back, although holding the attack for too long will lower Cable’s defence for a bit. He’s got more tactical variety than other ranged heroes but his solo damage output is terrible, making Cable reliant on his teammates to do the bulk of the offence.

Iceman can boost his teammates’ defence and give them the ice element (if they’re a weapon user) with Flash Freeze. The ability lasts for a long time, making it extremely useful, but the rest of Iceman’s moveset (especially his midair slide) is very slow, which is why I’d say he’s the least enjoyable to play out of the four newcomers.

The Gauntlets & New Mechanics

I enjoyed Gauntlet Mode in the last expansion, so I’m happy to see it return with 11 new challenges in this one. The new Gauntlets are fundamentally the same as the old ones, but instead of vampiric enemies, they feature two new mechanics: the Phoenix Force and Danger Room hazards! The new Gauntlets also contain higher level challenges (going from Level 20 to Level 180, compared to the original Gauntlet Mode which rises from Level 5 to Level 120), and two new enemy types: Nova Corps and Asgardians. While we’ve seen these characters before as NPCs in story mode, it’s nice to have a little more enemy variety than before.

Defeating an enemy under the influence of the Phoenix Force will cause it to drop a flaming phoenix. Absorbing this will heal some HP, add fire projectiles to your attacks and the fire element to your weapon (if your character has one) at the cost of being inflicted with the burn status effect for the rest of the trial, slowly draining your life. However, Iceman, Ghost Rider and Phoenix are immune to being burned and therefore suffer no drawbacks. The Phoenix Force is a fun risk/reward mechanic and I think the visual effects of it are amazing! However, the frame rate suffers when there are several Phoenix Force enemies onscreen, especially in handheld mode. The lag never reaches ‘unplayable’ levels of bad, but it does make the battles unnecessarily harder.

The new Gauntlets also feature Danger Room hazards. From giant crushers that fall from the sky to little machines that shoot waves of elemental energy, these obstacles are made to distract and frustrate players into making game-changing mistakes. The most annoying hazards have to be the gravity nodes, which magnetically push you away, and the barrier nodes, which protect the boss from all attacks until they are destroyed.

Overall, I’d say these new mechanics are interesting additions to Gauntlet mode, but I prefer fighting the vampiric enemies in the old Gauntlets. The Reborn, Infected and Cursed all required different tactics to defeat them, but I never felt like I had to change my strategy when fighting the Phoenix Force enemies or the Danger Room hazards. The only times I was forced to adapt were when the gravity and barrier nodes spawned, as they have to be destroyed ASAP. But the new Gauntlets are still satisfyingly challenging, and I hope we receive even more in the third expansion!

The Danger Room

I want to start this part of the review with a quote I found on the MUA3 forums:

‘’Danger Room is such a miserable experience. Lag out the ass, framerate drops like crazy, unfair status effects. There is nothing fun about this at all. I’m only playing it for the rewards’’

I think this sums up the Danger Room experience perfectly. It’s a mode where you compete in teams against other players (or against the AI) to be the first to win in three rounds. Mini-objectives will appear at random as you fight, awarding the team who completes them first by granting them buffs or weakening the opposition. It sounds alright, but the mode is riddled with glitches and unfair mechanics that make it the least enjoyable experience I’ve had playing MUA3 ever. To avoid this review becoming a rant, I’ll quickly summarize the flaws of this mode.

1) Only the last round counts. Winning the previous rounds gives your team buffs that lasts until the end of the match, but they make little-to-no difference. This leads to many players going AFK until the third round, which is frustrating.

2) At random, there will be a fourth round where you fight Dark Phoenix. If this happens, the third round becomes irrelevant and whoever defeats Dark Phoenix wins the match. It’s very unfair that you can completely steamroll the other team, only to lose the entire match because of a random-chance battle at the end.

3) Completing mini-objectives can inflict status effects like bind and paralyze. These last for a long time, often leading to your losing the round, all because the other team jumped 20 times before you did.

4) The lag is extremely bad.

5) Gambreaking glitches occur often, such as when an enemy spawns in a place you can’t reach.

6) Some rounds are won by whoever reaches the end of the stage first, so characters who can teleport (like Nightcrawler) have a huge advantage.

7) When fighting the AI, they complete mini-objectives inhumanly fast and are seemingly not affected by the debuffs you throw at them.

Danger Room still has its good points. For one, all characters are automatically set at a specific level depending on which difficulty you choose (Alpha = Level 25, Beta = Level 50, Gamma = Level 100, Delta = Level 200), so players can try out any character they want without having to level grind first. The rewards you obtain from winning Danger Room matches are also great, giving you a ton of credits and SHIELD Tokens, not to mention the rewards you can get through the Events. But based on gameplay alone, the Danger Room is definitely ‘’a miserable experience’’.

Events

In a surprise twist, the expansion added a new seasonal rewards system to MUA3, similar to the battle pass in Fortnite. During the Event, playing Danger Room matches will award you Event Points. Collect 5 Event points and you’ll move up to the next Event Tier and win prizes such as XP Cubes, SHIELD Tokens, items, voice commands and costumes. The amount of Event Points you earn depends on the difficulty, with Alpha only awarding 1 point while Delta awards 5 points. You earn double points when fighting other players rather than the AI, and will even earn some points for losing.

If you have a Nintendo online subscription, you can clear all 30 Tiers of the Event in just 15 Danger Room matches, which makes the pain of playing that mode more bearable, especially since the Event rewards themselves are well-worth the effort. But for players who can only fight offline against the AI, the experience becomes twice as long and hard. Luckily the Event lasts for roughly two months, so there’s lots of time to finish it. But it doesn’t quite make up for the fact that Events are essentially a ‘’free-to-play, pay-to-win’’ experience.

I think Events are a great way to extend the longevity of the game and provide something to do between expansions, so I hope they add more in the future. But I also feel they need to make some big changes to Danger Room and how Event Points are acquired offline to make it more enjoyable.

Other Changes

MUA3 saw another level cap increase this expansion, with heroes now being able to reach Level 200. Initially I wasn’t too thrilled, because the grind from 100 to 150 was tiring enough, but thankfully the XP needed to get from 150 to 200 is much lower. Your stats at Level 200 are roughly 15% higher than your stats at Level 150, and 37.5% higher than your stats at Level 100, so the boost you get from all that grinding is helpful in the new Gauntlets. New upgrades were also added to the Alliance Enhancement Grid to match the level cap increase, including one that decreases the time needed to revive teammates by 50%.

New costumes for Wolverine, Magneto, Storm, Nightcrawler, Psylocke, Cyclops, Colossus, Loki, Ghost Rider, Scarlet Witch, Dr.Strange, Punisher, Blade, Moon Knight and Morbius were added, most of which are purchasable from the SHIELD Depot. You’ll need lots of SHIELD Tokens to buy all of them, but luckily the Tokens you get from playing Gauntlet mode were increased in this update! Unfortunately, the Tokens you get from Nightmare mode have been decreased. But since I play Gauntlet lots more than Nightmare, I’m happy with these changes overall. Between this and the SHIELD Tokens you get through the Event, its easy enough to buy all of the new costumes, which is good.

Finishing Thoughts

In conclusion, I’d say the Rise of the Phoenix is a mixed bag. The characters are great, the Gauntlets are enjoyable and the Events have a lot of potential. However, as for whether the expansion was worth the wait…honestly, I’m not sure it was. I did enjoy playing it, but after waiting three months with no news, I expected more than what we got. Nowhere is this more apparent than the Danger Room, which feels like the devs didn’t play-test it before release.

Luckily, they seemed to have learned from their mistakes. Nintendo USA’s Twitter account recently released a teaser image of the third upcoming expansion, ‘Shadow of Doom’, which is already a big step-up from the radio silence we received in the months leading up to the Rise of the Phoenix. Hopefully this means the third expansion will be an improvement on this one. Who knows, we might even get the new story content the community has been asking for since the Curse of the Vampire!

I think I’ll end this review on that optimistic note. Until next time, true believers.

#MUA3 shitposting #I meant to post this a few weeks ago but it took a little longer due to uni coursework

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All Hell Breaks Loose (rewrite) part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some light swearing

Word count: 3272

Description: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2 rewrite! I decided I would split the season finale into 2 parts cos a lot happens in this ep and I’m already at 3000 words so I’ll do another part to finish this episode off! Enjoy ☺️

You helped Dean and Bobby pull Sam’s lifeless body into one of the houses in the town and onto an old mattress. The last hour or so after was a blur, you waited with Bobby outside the room while Dean was alone with Sam. It didn’t look like he was leaving the room anytime soon so Bobby decided to go get you all some food since it had been almost 24 hours since any of you had slept or ate. “Watch him” Bobby said, pointing towards the door, you just nodded. After another hour or so you decided it would be a good idea to check on Dean, you tapped on the door quietly and opened it. Dean didn’t even look up to you from where he sat, he just stared at Sam lying on that mattress. “Dean?” You asked but he didn’t reply “do you need anything?” Again nothing it’s like he couldn’t hear you. “I’ll just be outside ok” you placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder but it was no use, Dean didn’t want you or need you right now, he just wanted to be alone.

You hated this feeling inside, feeling helpless to do anything to make this better for Dean. The one thing that you had always been good at, the reason why you had stuck around with the Winchester boys for so long. It was easy to feel like a third wheel with the brothers, they had a relationship that you had never seen between anyone else before. But even with their co-dependence you still had you place. Dean was the saviour, the muscle. He was head strong and ressilent. Sam was obviously the brains, smart and resourceful. But the boys shared one important thing in common, they had been hurt. They both shared experiences so painful that most people would just lie down and give up but they had you to turn to, to talk to when they couldn’t talk to each other. Sam would come to you when he was frustrated with his older brother, you two would complain about Dean and his bad habits or you would talk about Jess and how hard it had really been on Sam after her death. You and Sam shared a lot in common and it was always such a weight of each other’s shoulders that there was someone else that you could relate to. And Dean, well your relationship with him was different to say the least. You and Dean didn’t talk about your feelings or your depressing childhoods, that’s just not the way he was. Instead you shared a love of music, food and each other’s company, He would never admit it but it was your presence that would calm his nerves or distract him from the nightmares. You didn’t need words and long conversations to understand each other, you could ride for hours in the Impala in comfortable silence and be the happiest you had ever been. You and Sam were close but it didn’t compare to you and Dean. The way you had felt about him had started to impeach on your friendship more than you had cared to admit, it kept you awake at night and it was always the first thing on your mind when you woke up but you could never admit it to Dean, you could barley admit it to yourself. You played it off, you would call it a crush and try to forget about it but you could never grasp the scale of your feelings towards Dean. You thought maybe it was because you were scared that he would never share those feelings back or that sometimes you honestly believed that you didn’t deserve to be happy with anyone. Sometimes you thought how much easier it could be going it alone, not having to look out for anyone but yourself but you stayed with the boys because they are what gave your life meaning, hunting and saving lives that was all part of the job but caring for the boys, looking after them is what you really wanted, it’s what meant the most to you. So what were you good for now? You would do anything for Dean but he didn’t want you or need you, he needed Sam but that’s the one thing you couldn’t do for him, you couldn’t bring him back no matter how much you wanted to. All you could do is sit and wait, just be there for Dean and hope that he would come back to you threw all of this crap.

Bobby came back with some food and you were pretty grateful to not be alone again. Bobby handed you a sandwich and bottle of water, “Dean? Brought you this back.” Bobby said holding out a bucket of fried chicken for him. “No, thanks. I'm fine.” You don’t think you had ever seen Dean turn down food in your life. “You should eat something.” You said “I said I'm fine.” Dean snapped back at you, his voice made you cower slightly and immedetaly felt guilty for trying to push him to eat. Dean picked up a bottle of whisky from the table and took a swig, you sat down on one of the chairs and ate your sandwich in silence, you’d be damned if you weren’t going to eat something. You watched Bobby look around awkwardly to Dean, “Dean... I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... we bury Sam?” You didn’t look up from your sandwich, knowing that Bobby’s words were going to turn this into a heated moment, “No.” Dean replied bluntly. “We could, maybe...” Bobby started but was interrupted “What? Torch his corpse? Not yet.” You chewed faster, feeling extremely uncomfortable, feeling as if you were stuck between the two men, you would be forced to take sides and you had no clue who’s you would take. “I want you to come with me.” Bobby Pleaded “I'm not going anywhere.” Bobby looked at you for some support but you didn’t want to get between the two of them. “Dean, please.” Dean paced around the room to let out some of his tension “Would you cut me some slack?” You stopped eating and put down your sandwich, you could feel that this fight was starting to get serious. “I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help.” Dean snorts “Something big is going down – end-of-the world big.” “Well, then let it end!” You stood up from the table ready to intervene. “You don't mean that.” Bobby asks “You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here.” You move over to the men “ok guys let’s calm down” Bobby just stands there, shaking his head. Dean shoves Bobby all of a sudden “Go!” You put yourself between them and hold Dean back, you knew that if he really wanted to he could easily push you aside but you doubted Dean would ever really hurt you or Bobby no matter how hurt he felt. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go.” Bobby looked to you “I’ll stay ok” Bobby nodded knowing you would look after Dean while he was gone “You know where I'll be.” He said as he walked out. You looked at Dean, you didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to your face had said it all. “What?” Dean asked, “You know what” you replied, you gave him another long glare and he returned back to the room where Sam laid. You were fighting sleep, it had been around 30 hours since the last time you slept. You knew you had to keep and eye on Dean and make sure he didn’t do something stupid but he hadn’t left that room in hours and your eyelids began to betray you. You had sat down on an old, dirty and torn couch, you rested your head on the side of the chair. You didn’t mean to but you slowly drifted away, letting all your troubles slip away while you fell into a dreamless sleep.

It had felt like you had only fallen asleep for a few minutes but you could tell by the rising sun in the window that you must have managed a few hours. Your eyes were heavy and you could kill for a shower. You looked around you and noticed the keys of the Impala had dissapeared from the table where they had been last night. A panic set over you and you cursed yourself for falling asleep, you had one job and that was to watch Dean and make sure he didn’t drive off somewhere and do something reckless. You raced out the door and tried to get your bearings, everything looked extremely different in the day light and you weren’t sure which way you had come into the town until you saw the Black Impala driving down the dirt road towards you. You were relieved to see Dean but you were ready to give him a piece of your mind for making you worry like this. As he pulled the Impala up you stood next to his door so he would have to confront you when he got out. As he got out he refused to look you in the eye and you knew that something was wrong. Dean went to move past you but you grabbed him and pushed him back “what did you do Dean?” You asked him, he just looked at you with honest desperation. “He’s my brother Y/N” he said, his voice all but defeated. You went to stop him from walking away but this time he pushed passed you and you couldn’t stop him. You followed behind him into the house and you almost dropped dead from disbelief. Standing in front of you was Sam, as alive as you and Dean, a rush of emotions flowed over you and you were elated to see Sam again but confused about how he was alive. You looked at Dean and knew immediately he had something to do with this. “Sammy? Thank god.” Dean pulled his brother into a hug “Hey, Owwww. Uh, Dean...” Dean let go of his brother and you both stand there, wide eyed staring at him. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. I'm just... I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all.” Sam nods slightly and then looked to you still confused. You tried to hide your emotions from your face, not wanting to alert Sam of the event that had unfolded last night but you could feel your anger starting to rise just thinking about Dean medealling in things that neither of you understood. “Dean... what happened to me?” You looked to Dean, eager to hear how he would explain himself, you almost had to stop yourself from crossing your arms and tapping your foot waiting for an explanation. “Well, what do you remember?” Dean asked his brother. “I-I saw you and Y/N and... I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like... white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and... that's about it.” Dean hesitated for a moment, “Yeah, that— that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood, you know.... It was pretty touch and go for awhile.” Dean’s words were an understatement to say the least “But Dean, you can't— you can't patch up a wound that bad.” You looked back to Dean again, he seemed to digging himself a deeper hole with each question. “No, but Y/N could.” Dean turned to you, it was the first time he had looked at you properly today. You thought for a moment about the consequences of being implicated in all of this, you could just tell Sam the truth and work something out or you could go with Dean’s and be forced to lie to Sam for who knows how long. You looked at Dean and he looked you dead in the eye, you could tell what he was thinking, he was begging with you not to say anything. You tried your hardest to do the right thing in the moment, you hated lieing and being lied to and felt strongly that it be best to tell Sam the gods honest truth , but you went against it all for the sake of Dean, you couldn’t let him down like this. You didn’t try to speak, convinced that your words might betray you and give you away so you just nodded. “Thank you” Sam added and hugged you tight, as he did you noticed Dean’s eyes dart away from your’s and you could sense the guilt he was so desperately trying to hide.

“So who was that guy anyway?” Dean asked, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible. “His name's Jake. Did you get him?” Sam asked. “No, he disappeared into the woods.” You replied, finally regaining the ability to speak. “We got to find him, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart.” Sam started for the door and you and Dean move to stop him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?” Sam nods “I'm starving. Come on.” Dean goes to walk off but you grab his forearm, “we need to talk” you demand. “Can this wait?” Dean asks in a hushed voice, but you don’t let up, you need him to know that this is serious. Dean nods, he glances towards Sams direction who has gone to the bathroom, making sure he won’t hear you and you follow him outside. Once you step out to the fresh air all of your anger that has been building up inside you seems to rise to the top and you can’t keep it in anymore, you shove Dean hard in the chest and you do your best not to scream at him but the tone in your voice is nothing that you had ever used with him before. “What the fuck did you do Dean?” Dean looks away like a guilty puppy but your not having any of it and you shove him again. “What did you do!” This time your voice threatens to get louder, Dean tries to hush you but you push him away. “Was it a deal? Dean please tell me you didn’t make a deal!” Dean just nods, you raise your hands to your head and pull at your hair, it was the worst thing you could have thought off. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel in that moment, except one emotion stood out the most. The white hot anger you had for Dean was palpable, you had seen it time and time again. Dean’s little to no regard for his own life when it came to his brother drove you mad, you really couldn’t understand how he thought so little of himself to think that everyone would be better off without him. That he didn’t care that if he wasn’t here that you would have no reason to live, that Dean was the last tangible reason to you staying on this earth and he had gone and sold his soul. “How long did you get?” You asked trying to bring your emotions back under control. Dean took a moment to answer, worried about how you would react to the truth. “One year” all your effort to control yourself was futile, the tears that had been welling up had started to fall and you felt sick to your stomach. You were lost for words and you just didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore. “What could I do Y/N? He’s my little brother! I’ve got to look after him!” You were pacing infront of him, “so that means throwing away your own life Dean?” Dean didn’t respond, he didn’t have a good answer. “Dean what about Sam? How do you think he’s going to feel after he learns what you did? How did you feel when John did it for you?” You knew exactly how Dean felt, it had been eating away at him for the last year. “I’m not even suppose to be here! At least this way something good could come out of it, you know it’s like my life could mean something.” You couldn’t believe how little Dean really thought of himself and it tore you apart in the inside. “Dean your life does mean something! It means something to me! What the hell am I suppose to do?” Dean tried to move to touch you but you didn’t let him. “ you gotta look after Sammy when I’m gone, please” you hated hearing him talk like it was already over. You took a few deep breaths and composed yourself, you don’t think you had ever let Dean see you cry before and you felt so weak for doing so. “I’ll help you finish this, we will find the yellow eyed demon and I’ll do whatever it takes for you to kill him..” you pause for a moment, you weren’t sure if you were going to go threw with the rest of your sentence but you had to, it was the only way you would be able to move on from this in one piece.

“But after that I’m out, I’m not going to hang around to see you get dragged to hell Dean, I-I cant” you choked on your words and held back more tears. You wanted nothing more than to be with Dean right in this minute, to hold him close and tell him that it would be alright, that you could go on without him but that was far from the truth. Your instincts told you that the only way your coming out of this being ok is putting as much space between yourself and Dean as possible, you knew that if you stayed around you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from giving into your true feelings for Dean, you would let yourself be truly in love with him and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him, you would need to feel him next to you every night and then you would have to watch him get torn to shreds, after that there would be nothing left for you, no reason to hang around. You thought it best to cut ties now before you let yourself get involved, it might hurt now but that didn’t compare to the hurt you would feel in a years time. Dean looked hurt by your words but nodded in agreement, “ok”. You wanted to keep screaming at him but there was nothing left in you, in a moment of weakness you let Dean move close and lay his hands on your cheek, his touch sent shivers threw you and you almost gave into your feelings then and there but this is exactly what you knew would happen and you pulled your cheek away from his touch, it was clear to Dean that you weren’t going to budge on your decision so he left you outside to rejoin his brother. You gave yourself a minute or so to process things and returned inside to the two brothers to decide your next move to find the yellow eyed demon.

To be continued..

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Yugioh S2 Ep 41: It’s Mai’s Turn to Get Electrocuted

Hey guys, welcome to the Christmas Break.

It’s TV watching season, so lets watch some TV and over-analyze a 20 yo kid’s show, you in?

Odion, after suffering from a lightning strike and getting impaled by many pieces of that fake millennium rod he was holding gets dropped off in the only room on this blimp that has sheets. He also had the added shock of witnessing his brother morph into a somewhat evil-er dude with saiyan hair, which I dunno, I’d want to take a nap too, that’s a lot to deal with.

(And thanks to some reader input, turns out this Marik isn’t so much a ghost situation so much. I mean, I guess it’s more of a Season Zero --this is your deep down scary personality taking over-- type thing but it’s not like I really finished Season Zero so...We’re just rolling with it.)

Glad we have an actual hospital wing--confused as to why Bakura isn’t here.

But I guess lightning strike is slightly worse than having a bleeding stab wound for 12 hours. I mean I’m no doctor, maybe it is? Anyway, Odion is hooked up to all sorts of computers and life support although there aren’t any cords attached to him anywhere on his body. Not even one piss-yellow IV bag.

Check out the size of that IBM. This is what a widescreen used to look like.

The rest of the Yuge Crew are here although I’m pretty sure that’s not how hospitals work. Pretty sure you have to be related to drop on in directly after being put in intensive care but like, they are on a blimp so I guess it’s different up there. But also, this guy has abducted them once already and just tried to kill Joey for the second time, and now they are like “We’re basically on BFF family terms with this Odion guy, lets visit that bedside.”

Although, mind you, his real family is Marik and Ishizu, both of which have never said aloud that Odion is their brother. This family is sort of bad at life, TBH.

Since we’re barrelling right into a Mai arc we have to confront one of her 2 big Mai character conflicts--which is either “this is why I don’t get married” or “OMG I am going to die forever alone.” Which is interesting, because last time we hung out with her, we did whatever we could to keep her independent, while in this episode Mai mourns that being independent is the ultimate curse. Girl wants whatever she doesn’t have, pretty much.

Ah, Miss independent, never thought I’d get that song stuck in my head again. Thanks, Mai. Except in this version, instead of falling in love, Mai just makes weird friendships with jail bait teenagers. Why can’t she make friends with like, Roland? He’s her age. Or maybe this nice doctor? But whatever, age is meaningless on this show.

(read more under the cut)

Anyway, Joey has decided to tell us all about that dream he had but leaves out the parts where he dropped everything he owns, and then knocked himself over a desk onto his face, and then in the same dream Kaiba kinda walked in from off screen, dunked on him, and then walked directly off screen again.

Mai is deeply touched.

And then, because she is Mai, gets extremely offended immediately afterward.

I can keep hoping it’ll be Duke Devlin but like...as much as I want him to do more on this show, I really think the only people who remember Duke Devlin at this point are all the animators who were like “HOW many people are in this shot?! Why did we make a season where every scene is a freakin crowd scene!?”

*I know the shading on her ass was supposed to be attractive but it looks like nasty sweat stains*

(Also what the hell computer-machinery is supposed to be behind them in this scene?)

This one time where Joey doth protest too much is the first time we have ever, ever on this show seen Joey act less than vague towards Mai. During the dream episode he blushed, but I thought that was because of Serenity being there for her brother in his dream. I didn’t at all think that was over Mai at the time.

But I guess this is happening now? I mean people kept saying “yes, Joey and Mai will be a thing” and I was like “they better start building up to that because like...nothing is happening.” but this show’s version of building up to that was by just not being vague one single time.

Which in this show is a big deal, I guess. Because shortly after this event, Tea remembers that her character description sheet says “Is bossy AF” with red underline and was like “OMG I totally forgot and it’s been like 20 episodes since I did anything, I gotta hurry” and she just lost her lid.

I’m regretting more and more that joke I made that TeaxKaiba was way more reasonable than TeaxYugi, because sometimes when Tea goes ham she may as well be wearing a long spiky coat with boots leggings. Tea had two very different personalities way before she ever got possessed by Bakura. Like, Tea is kind of a monster actually, but we rarely get to see it because she gets completely distracted and cries a lot when it just feels like...the other half of her, the half that bit a guy once--like she legit bit a guy on this show--that side of Tea would just never cry over cards. Or cry, period. She sure wasn’t crying when she bit that guy!

This is mostly because I think the writers didn’t know how to write a girl like Tea since she’s a mix of a Season Zero Tea and this more old fashioned-’feminine’ version I think they were trying to turn her into for this series. It’s weird. It’s weird that this group of friends have nothing to say about these very abrupt changes in her behavior. Then again, it took them a while to notice the abrupt changes in Yugi.

Anyway, Joey isn’t done getting harassed by everyone he knows yet.

We have Marik trapped in a blimp in the sky and the entire Kaiba security force, why are we dueling him anymore? I mean I know why, we are contractually obligated to show lots of card content in this show to sell cards, but at this point I feel like maybe they should drive the blimp over international waters and resort to maritime law. Give Kaiba a gun.

Actually don’t do that, it would be bad. Don’t give Kaiba a gun. Give it to Duke or something, he seems stable enough. He seems like he’d be able to shoot somebody but not everybody, if you know what I mean.

And because it’s the Mai arc, we gotta have Mai duel next. There’s only 3 people left to go against: Ishizu, Kaiba, and Marik. I think. There’s so many people on this show. Tea isn’t playing, right? I mean I really do feel like like I’ve forgotten someone--maybe Shadi? Miho? So many people are on this blimp.

Whatever, I’ll just roll with it, if I forgot someone I’m sure they’ll show up at some point.

Mai sure is that girlfriend.

Anyway, lets see what Marik’s up to. Ah, he really is visiting his older brother after all.

That’s right--Marik has to play twice. I mean obvi the first Marik was Odion, but still, it just feels like it’s Marik playing twice.

Also can we please talk about Marik’s cargo pants obsession for a little bit? This arch villain is in CARGO PANTS. Like, they have puffy pockets. He figured out that the hoodie was a bad look, but then he was like “I’ll just cover my tum-tum, and then put on my khaki cargo pants with a sensible belt.”

It just sort of insinuates that Marik only owns cultist robes and cargo pants. Just those two things. Imagine if every pant in your closet was cargo pants. Just imagine with me. You’d go mad, too. Imagine you packed for a trip, a nice vacay on a blimp, and then you opened your luggage and you were like “oops! all cargo pants!” you’d fly home.

Marik looks like he’s going to Casual Khaki’s Friday at the office from about the stomach down, and then stomach up up he’s ready to join piccolo and fuse brains or whatever the hell goes on in Dragonball Z.

And Yugi and his friends are late to Mai’s duel because they are teenagers and also of course they would. This whole season was introduced with Yugi being chronically late to stuff.

The bathroom joke in this episode is canon, PS. I skipped a Season Zero episode where Tristan went to the loo and so Yugi held his spot in line and it took like 30 minutes before Tristan finally got back. Tristan’s epic poops have apparently been Yugioh canon since the very beginning.

I’m learning so much about the lore.

Now that Marik no longer has to hide who he is, he has decided that he’ll just use the Shadow Realm willy-nilly now. Although Marik did this without playing any cards at all, it doesn’t seem to register to Seto Kaiba that this is not a hologram. Maybe Kaiba sneezed when Marik summoned it and just assumed he missed a card play or something.

So now, for our gimmick!

Every time we fight in the Shadow Realm it feels like the rules are a little bit different, and Marik decided to make this duel a memory fight.

The Shadow Realm seems to eat on your greatest insecurities, and for Mai it’s feeling all alone. Not sure how that works once the duel is over--her friends will still be there, so like...she can just get a heads up on the one day they went camping that one time and then boom, friendship rekindled, I think. But for now, this is very scary for everyone involved.

But I mean at least she isn’t a playing card, or being thrown into a graveyard by being played as a card, or being devoured by gloopy blobs, or rapidly dying because of the exposure to the shadow zone. As far as Shadow Realms go this one seems kind of tame.

But I guess we shall see if somehow losing Tea will effect her story in any way.

Depends on which Tea, in my opinion, but if we’re going for the normal boring one that only cries wellllllll I wouldn’t notice if she were gone, just saying. Now, if it’s the fun Tea that bites people and yanks their ears off their face, well being forced to lose my memories of her is what the writers do to me basically every episode of this show. Let Tea bite more people in the arm. Let that girl rage.

But all that will be for another recap where we can all watch Mai get Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-ed as if a memory wipe hasn’t happened at least once to every single person on this show with the exception of Mokuba. And Mokuba was a paper card for like I want to say about 10 episodes, so...

Anyways, if you just got here I do have these in chrono order from s1 ep1, here is a link.

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Disclaimer: This is the prologue or first chapter of a Harry Styles fic that I never continued beyond this point even though I’ve got most of the story mapped out in my mind. I might still, at some point, if you lot want me to. Let me know if you find it interesting or want to read more. Second disclaimer: Pure fiction. K, thanks.

Avery still remembered how she felt when she was six years old. When she was on tour, with her sister Ella, her dad and her mom. She remembered the anticipation. Maybe some people thought it wasn’t natural for her and her sister to be there. But her mom had a show to put on, and her dad didn’t dream of letting her go without him. The only thing that made any sense was for them all to go together.

Ella and Avery were raised on music. They played guitar, piano and violin when they weren’t singing. They grew up on the stage. Oh how much Avery loved being up on that stage. She soaked up the lights and the applause. For a long time, she couldn’t imagine her life to be anything other than that. Even when Ella started to lose interest, Avery couldn’t go longer than an hour without her music, or longer than a week without the thrill of the stage. By the time she was fourteen, she was writing her own songs and set to open on her mother’s tour. It was all planned out and she was ready. She was set for sold out shows and a bright lights future. It was all in the cards for her. Until it wasn’t.

It wasn't often that Harry Styles visited a club that wasn't considered to be exclusive, for obvious reasons. It wasn't easy, after all, going anywhere without attracting unwanted attention within seconds of his arrival. But this one in London was an exception. It was a well-known haunt for musicians and ‘regular’ people alike, but some unspoken rule made it so that even the rich and famous could come here and enjoy their drinks and company without being bothered. So he had gladly accepted the invitation from Jeff, some songwriter friends and their friends to go out for a drink. It was, apart from a guaranteed good time, a smart move. The best connections were made, so he had learned, over a pleasant conversation and a drink or two, rather than from the other side of a conference table at the labels’ headquarters.

This was more of a social call than a business meeting though, narrated by bad jokes, with live music from the stage on the other end of the room. Harry had never played bars like this; had gone straight to concert halls and arenas with One Direction, and even though he’d tried to take a smaller approach to his first solo tour, it wasn’t as small as this. The people who played here were unknowns, fighting for their right to be heard in an open mic setting. Most of them, Harry thought bleakly, would never make it, their songs forgotten as soon as they were finished. Still, he watched with interest when he wasn’t engaged in conversation, knowing full well that he had been lucky and that this could have been him, too, working a job and playing music on the side because it was hard to make a living.

“A girl I know is playing here tonight,” offered Mark, a friend of a friend and a producer who had worked mostly on small projects for little known independent artists. “I worked on her EP a few months back. Wasn’t picked up. Shame, really. Girl’s got a great voice and a good story to tell.” He shook his head in disappointment, “Suppose she wasn't cut out for it, though. Too nice.”

There's no such thing as too nice, Harry thought, but the hum of agreement from the other men, even Jeff, stopped him from speaking up. It was more of an assessment of the industry than a comment on the girl’s personality.

Backstage, Avery Dawson sat on a beat down sofa, tuning her guitar restlessly. She was nervous, and there was no place to really calm and collect herself. The backstage was little more than a corridor and a couple of restrooms that she had to share with the musicians that had already been on stage and those that would come after her. She had fixed her hair and put on some mascara and lip balm in the restroom and had looked at her herself in the fogged up mirror.

“Excuse me,” a girl who’d just come out of the stall and washed her hand had interrupted, “Have we met? You look really familiar.”

Avery glanced at the girl in the mirror. “I don't think so. I just have one of those faces.”

“Oh, ok. Are you playing? Because if so, good luck.”

Avery looked a great deal like her mother, and if they had had the same last name, it would have made sense to people instantly. They had the same blue eyes, the same wavy curls that lightened in summer. Avery’s smile was almost identical to her mother’s. She would have encouraged all of this. Maybe that was why Avery was here, now, singing her songs despite the fact that it terrified her and she thought about quitting before every show.

“Avery?” Tommy, the announcer popped his head around the corner, checking his clipboard and smiling.

Avery’s head bobbed up from her guitar.

“You’re up next, sweetheart. I’ll announce you and you can come up when I call your name.”

Not your sweetheart, Avery thought, but she nodded and stood, making sure her guitar strap was fastened and smoothing down her oversized shirt, doing up another button and then immediately unbuttoning it again. This wasn’t a church. She followed the announcer to the edge of the stage, watching as he went up and the boy that just performed, disappeared past her into the safe darkness of the backstage area. She looked after him, considering following him until Tommy repeated her name from where he was standing on the stage.

“Avery? Come on up.”

Harry watched, intrigued by the showrunner's introduction of Mark’s too nice EP girl.

“She’s quite nervous,” he’d said, “She looks like she might rather be anywhere but here. Like she does every week. But she’s here so you might wanna give her some encouragement.”

The request was largely ignored by tonight’s audience, though everyone at Harry’s table clapped, with a loud whistle and cheer from Mark, as the girl took to the stage. Harry found himself wondering if - and why - she was here every week.

The unwavering loud chatter from the bar’s patrons was comforting to Avery as she took her seat in the spotlight. She wasn’t one to command her audience’s silence by her presence, even though hushing might have been the respectful thing to do.

“Hi, my name’s Avery. I’m going to sing a few songs if that’s alright with you,” she said quietly, moving her lips to the microphone and as she briefly turned the knobs on the stand to adjust the height. More a nervous habit than a necessity. She swallowed in a brief attempt to calm the flutter of butterfly wings against her ribs, breathing the ...2 ...3 ...4 and shifting the guitar on her knee. She touched its strings briefly, an intimate greeting before she began playing, accompanying the rhythm with a vocal melody.

The crowd never did hush, but it didn’t matter, she was content to sing her songs in the background of everyone else’s conversations. Attempts to talk to the audience fell on deaf man’s ears tonight. But not everyone’s.

Harry had heard every single word she’d sung and said, every single note that she had played. He had tuned out of his friends’ quiet conversation entirely. He knew passion for music when he saw it, could feel it resonate in his own bones, and she definitely had it. That and a lot more. Talent and charm, despite her reserve.

Tonight’s schedule gave every artist time for three songs, and Avery's last song was an uptempo tune; a final attempt to get people involved, but they remained distracted. When she finished, her quiet thank you almost dissolved into the murmur. Mark whooped, trying to get her some actual applause, shaking his head when there wasn’t much more than a hesitant clap from the far corner. Avery ducked her head, bid the audience good night and disappeared from the stage.

“People are deaf and blind,” Mark complained, still shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, man,” Jeff offered sympathetically.

Backstage, Avery ducked out of her guitar strap, setting it down beside her as she rested her head back against the wall and waited for nausea to subside.

“Tough crowd,” Tommy commented.

“Yeah,” she replied, glancing over at him.

“I don’t know why you go up there if you’re so scared.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Aye. See you next week, I assume?”

“Yep.”

As Tommy moved on to present the next performer, Avery pushed herself away from the wall and walked back to the dressing rooms to collect her belongings. She retrieved her guitar case and put it down on the floor, popping open the lid marked A.D. in golden script. After her guitar was packed away safely, she opened her locker and took out her things. She clicked her phone screen on to check for messages. There were a few: one from her roommate wishing her good luck and a couple from Mark: one before her performance and some after.

21:03 Mark:

Good luck! I’ve brought you a small entourage, we’re rooting for you.

21:30 Mark:

That was awesome! You smashed it! Sorry the crowd wouldn’t shut up.

21:32 Mark:

Come join us for a drink? I think you should meet these people. They loved it. They’re good people. And also in the music biz. Would be smart.

21:33 Mark:

Please? Ave?

Avery’s finger hovered over the screen as she contemplated a reply.

21:36 Avery:

I’m really tired. Gonna call it a night. But thank you for coming. I really do appreciate it.

21:37 Mark:

Aw. Please? :(

Wanting to avoid further discussion, Avery quickly switched off her phone screen and put the device in her purse. One day, she’d have to start being a person again, but today didn’t feel like the day. She pulled on her coat, picked up her guitar and headed out the stage door.

Harry picked up on the disappointment from Mark as he dropped his phone face down on the table. Neither of them were paying attention to the conversation that the group veered into about a new local studio.

“You alright?” Harry asked, shifting a little to turn his attention to Mark.

Mark looked up, a little distracted, but nodded. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just. Avery.” he shrugged.

“I thought she was really good.”

“Yeah, no, it’s not that. She just... switches off. I was hoping she’d join us for a bit,” he scrubbed a hand over his already shaggy hair, “I know it’s not my job and she’s not family or whatever, but I care.”

Harry smiled. “I’m sure she appreciates it. Pity, though, I’d have liked to tell her she was great up there. I felt it.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her.” Mark replied, taking a swig of his beer, then swallowed it suddenly, holding up a finger, “Actually, hold on.” Reaching down, he pulled his bag onto his lap and rummaged through it, pulling out a stack of cds. Flipping through them one by one, he looked for Avery’s EP. Finding one, he held it out to Harry. “Here. If you like. Only one of the songs she performed is on it, but they’re all spectacular.”

“Thanks! I’ll give it a listen,” he flipped the cardboard sleeve over in his hands, checking out the cover - not much to it, just a peachy pink colour with her name on it in white letters - and then the tracklist at the back. There were just four songs on it, but he was eager to hear them. “W’d’you reckon? Car EP?”

“I’d recommend a comfortable room, lights out, eyes closed. But anywhere, really.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, but Mark seemed utterly serious and it made him wonder. “That sounds rather intimate...”

“They’re intimate songs. She recorded them in the dark. She came into the studio a couple of times, but it just wasn’t happening. I really thought we were going to quit the entire thing and I think she did too. But then she just emailed me these vocal and guitar tracks out of nowhere. Said she’d recorded them in her room with the lights off and asking me to please turn them into an EP.” Mark let out a soft laugh, “Don’t think I’d ever been so confused. And I half expected them to be bad somehow because nothing was happening at the studio at all, but they were pure magic, mate. You don’t even know.”

Harry listened to Mark’s animated retelling of his experience with this girl, and he was a little intrigued. Glancing down at the cd, he read the song titles with this new perspective in mind.

He instantly wondered if the second song was in reference to the recording process or something else. Looking up at Mark again, he wiggled the cd in his hand. “I’ll listen,” he said, putting the cd away in the pocket of one of the larger journals in his bag before nudging it under the table with his boot.

“Haz,” Jeff looped him into the group conversation again suddenly, “Maybe we should stop by the new studio next week, maybe that’ll spark something.”

Harry hadn’t really heard much of what they had been discussing, but he nodded, “Sure.”

His second album had been a moderate success, not entirely what everyone had hoped for, so the pressure was on for number three. It was agreed upon that they needed something different to get Harry higher up into the charts. While he still had most of the creative freedom he was promised, he could feel the big bosses breathing down his neck, wanting him to deliver commercial success. He’d never had the illusion that it could be all about the music and just the music forever. He wanted his music to be heard by as many people as possible. Finding the middle ground, however, wasn’t easy.

It was probably the reason they were here tonight, even though Jeff had disguised the evening as a ‘not business’ event. In truth, the last couple of weeks, he had introduced Harry to as many industry people as possible, from producers to studio owners, to songwriters, to composers, in hopes that one of them might stick and inspire his young client. It was tough sometimes, being friends at the same time. Because pressure was on him too. So far, though Harry had gone along with everything, none of it was very fruitful. “Sure,” he repeated.

Avery shared a second-floor apartment in Camden Town with a girl named Alyssa. It wasn’t big, but it came at a decent price given the location. Alyssa paid most of the rent and didn’t mind. She had lived there by herself before Avery moved in and could afford to take on the lion’s share. Her job, working for a publishing agency on Carnaby Street, paid well enough to allow her childhood friend to sort herself out without having to worry about money. While Avery had a job as a waitress at the pub on the nights she wasn’t playing, London was especially expensive if you compared it to their hometown and her paycheck didn’t cover her half of the rent completely. She promised Alyssa she’d pay back what she owed, but ever the supportive best friend, Alyssa had said there was no need. They eventually agreed to disagree.

“How’d it go?” Alyssa asked when Avery came home and let herself in.

“Shit,” Avery hissed. Her guitar case banged against the wall as she tried to get it inside. It wasn’t the first time; some plaster had crumbled off and a number of dents had been left on the wall. Avery mentally apologised to the neighbours, who despite her late night guitar sessions, never complained. Perhaps because their other neighbours had a tendency to be much louder.

“That bad, huh?”

“Huh, what? No. I mean. I just said shit because of my g- Oh, never mind.” Abandoning her guitar case and purse on the floor, she made her way over to the couch and peeled her coat off. “It wasn’t bad.”

Alyssa barely looked away from the Netflix show she was watching on her laptop. This was almost a routine by now, and the answers were predictable. Back in the day, when Avery had just moved in, Alyssa would often come with her to shows, but not anymore. Not for lack of support, but on Avery’s insistence. “They shut up this time?”

Avery draped her coat over the back of the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. “No.”

“Clap?”

“A bit. I think Mark brought friends.” Avery grabbed a mug and a tea bag and poured herself a cuppa from the kettle, still hot.

The mention of Mark and friends made Alyssa look up. “Who’s Mark? Do I know Mark?”

Returning to the living room, Avery slipped her shoes off and settled in an armchair across from the couch, wiggling her toes to get the feeling back into them. Performing made her so tense she couldn‘t feel her feet. “Producer Mark. The one who did my EP.”

“Ah, and he brought friends,” Alyssa was seemingly quite pleased.

“Apparently they loved it.”

Alyssa’s smile widened but then faded as she considered what Avery had said. “What do you mean, ‘apparently’? You heard it from them, right? You met them?”

“Not... exactly,” Avery said evasively, wrapping her fingers around her mug and blew on it so she didn’t have to look her friend in the eye.

“Tell me you stayed. Avery. Come on.”

She opened her mouth to defend herself, but Alyssa threw up her hands in exasperation. “Why didn’t you stay?! I try to get you out of this bloody flat, but you never listen! And fine, I get that, but I’d have expected that in ‘your scene’, you’d at least make an effort!”

It wasn’t that Avery didn’t understand that she needed to make an effort. She just didn’t know how to handle the embarrassment. “I didn’t feel like it!” Avery said, shields up, “What am I supposed to say to them anyway? They’re industry people, and they just watched me fail as a performer.”

“You just told me they loved it!? Which one is it?”

“That’s just what Mark said. Probably felt sorry for me.” Avery quipped.

“Didn’t you move out here to actually get your life back?” Alyssa asked, accusatory.

Avery flinched. Being confronted like that hurt a little, but only because it was true. She had moved from their hometown of Wilmslow, Cheshire, a year ago for that exact reason. She hadn’t gone back home except for Christmas. It was too tough to stay there, but it hadn’t exactly been easy to start over in London, either.

When Avery gave no reply, Alyssa snapped her laptop shut and got up from the couch. “You’re impossible. I’m going to bed. You can have a pity party all by yourself.”

“Fine.” Avery huffed, taking a gulp of the scalding hot tea and hissing when it burned the roof of her mouth. She probably deserved that.

Alyssa gave her a look, slowing her walk towards her room as if she was waiting for Avery to change her mind. When she didn’t, she sighed. “Night, Ave.”

“Yeah,” Avery murmured back, “Night.”

Once Alyssa was gone, the living room felt quiet and drinking tea alone turned into the loneliest feeling on the planet. It was during moments like these that Avery wondered if she should go back to the counsellor she stopped seeing a year ago. But even he had said that he couldn’t help her unless she admitted that she needed help and wanted to be helped. Most of the time, she didn’t. She was fine most of the time. Really.

Avery got up from the armchair and went to turn off the lights in the living room and kitchen, making sure to turn down the heating before heading to her room, leaving her half-empty mug on the coffee table. Being in her room in the dark, swallowed up by her duvet and pillows, felt comfortable. She liked watching the shreds of light from the busy Camden street below as they crept through the blinds and danced across her bedroom wall. Their repetitive motion carried her halfway to sleep and calmed her mind. Tomorrow would be a new day and it would be better. It always was. One of those tomorrows would be the day she found her spark again. No matter how many times she failed, no matter terrified she felt to be up on that stage, there would be a day when she would no longer feel like that and she’d go back to being the person people knew her to be. With that flicker of hope as a ghost in the back of her mind, Avery fell asleep.

At the end of the week, after a long, unsuccessful day of writing, Harry let himself into his London home. It was dark, quiet and uninviting, which had nothing to do with the house itself but with Harry’s mood: he was frustrated. His writing session had run later than planned because they had all wanted this day to finally give them some results, but what he had written today was definitely not going on his album. It wasn’t bad, per say, it just wasn’t him. He was hungry but too tired to do anything about it; he really wanted to go to bed. Maybe he could write something from the comfort of his own bedroom. It had worked for him before.

He dragged himself upstairs, dropping his bag onto his bed as he flicked on the light on the bedside table. After he had taken off his jeans and sweater, undressing further felt like too much effort. He pulled back the covers and sat down on the mattress, propping the pillows up so he could sit comfortably back against the headboard. One leg still hanging off the side, Harry upended his bag onto the duvet.

Keys, phone, half-eaten sandwich - he’d finish the rest of that later - recorder, lip balm, tissues, journal, notes, not the ones he was looking for, his other journal. He flicked through the first journal in search of today’s words but couldn’t find them. He was pretty sure he’d stuck the napkins he’d been writing on during lunch in there somewhere. There was exactly one line on a pink one he was keen to get back to. A little annoyed, he gave the second journal a little shake. A packet of things fell out, some change, someone’s business card, the napkins, “Yes!” And, Harry paused, moving them out of the way, Avery’s EP. He had forgotten all about it. Laying it aside, he rummaged around until he found the line he was looking for. He opened his journal and copied the lyric onto the lined sheet, but then glanced at the cd. He had promised Mark he would listen.

Afraid he would forget again, he got up and put it on over the stereo, pausing it right away, because he remembered Mark’s instructions. He might have been joking, but it didn’t stop Harry from turning off his light. Once he settled on his bed again, he pressed play on his phone and closed his eyes.

Whatever he thought the experience was going to be like, it wasn’t this. The darkness made it feel like she was right there in the room. When he had heard her perform almost a week ago, he had noted that she had a good voice. Now, without the chatter of the pub’s patrons or the feedback from the microphone, it sounded fragile in the best way possible. Not weak, but honest and full of emotion. He frowned, because the lyrics were regretful and sad, something that didn’t correspond with the smile he had seen from her on stage.

13 minutes and 25 seconds later, he played it again, from the beginning. That’s when it hit him, with a slight tingle down his spine: Inspiration.

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Tagged by @chocochipbiscuit to post my current WIPs. Thanks, Choco! (lol this is going to be self-indulgent and painful XD;) (As with Choco, I also have more bits and blobs and ideas than I know what to do with, but I’ll focus on the ones that have a remote chance of ever getting finished.) Active WIPS (I have at least opened the document in the past month and I honestly intend to finish them this year.) In order of recently modified: OP CM BB -- "One Piece, Cobymeppo, Beauty&Beast" I mean, it's kind of what it says on the tin: it's vaguely a Beauty and the Beast AU. (Factoid: this is at least the 3rd or 4th fanfic I've written based on friggin' B&B. It's my favorite fairytale and I'm weak.) Currently at 12.5k (when did that happen?!) out of, I dunno, 18k? I honestly never intended to write this. It just sort of happened-- and kept happening, which is the weird part. I'm liking it though. Factoid #2: there are a lot of dogs in this fic. JD LLW -- "Jak and Daxter, Love Like Winter" 100% inspired by the AFI song, I won't lie. I've been meaning to write this for at least 7 years. I have a lot of thoughts and headcanons about the Jak and Daxter series, and this incorporates my hardcore favorite: Daxter is a Precursor. It also uses a couple tropes I love: reincarnation cycles, and fated lovers. As with any song, I can't say what it's actually supposed to be about, but I always heard it as the story of, well, reincarnation and fated lovers. "I met my love before I was born", and then switching between he, she, and then back to he. The story became very vibrant in my head! And this format especially allows me the opportunity to explore Jak/Keira as well as Jak/Daxter, because while I'm not a huge fan of Jak/Keira, I don't like just ignoring canon if I can avoid it. Currently at 7k out of... maybe 20k? It was supposed to be a lot shorter, but I'm only on chapter 1 out of 3, so less than 15k is probably not happening. Factoid: I think a lot of people only know this series second-hand, so I feel the need to mention that Daxter does, in fact, have a human form. XD FO4NV -- "Fallout 4, Nick Valentine" A very creative document name! XD; The story will probably eventually be titled "Same Heart" unless I come up with something better. It's a Fallout4 AU(ish) centering around Nick having been recaptured by the Institute, getting a memory wipe, and then living there during the years when Shaun is being raised there. Eventually, he and kid-Shaun break out to explore the Commonwealth and try to find Shaun's parents. I swear it'll be a Nick/Nora story if I ever friggin' get to that part, but right now it's mostly a Nick&Shaun story. Currently at 30k out of, I dunno, 70k to 100k? It's on chapter 7 out of 17, I think. I have this one planned out pretty well chapter-by-chapter, so of all my fics it has the best chance of actually happening. (Aside from the length, which sort of counts against it. It was supposed to be shorter, but I apparently couldn't shut up.) I'm thinking about focusing on this one for my NaNoWriMo, since it has about 50k left to it. Factoid: I get more emotional about parental relationships than I do about romantic ones, despite the fact that I LOVE romance. Stories I write about parent-child relationships always end up being my favorite. BttF On Track -- "Back to the Future, On Track" The only one I've actually started posting. I feel bad because I meant to continue writing this through December and January, but I got lazy and distracted, so it didn't happen. The season is just about right to jump back into it though (Fall is a more BttF season for me), so I HOPE to finish it this year. Currently at 18k (holy shit, seriously?) out of probably 30k. Chapter 3 (out of 6 well-planned chapters) is aaalmost done, but I might have to go reread some of IrisBleuFics stuff to get back into the mood of it. (Or maybe Rae's or Edgebug's.) Factoid (actually a question) : does anyone else have seasonal fandoms? Inactive WIPs (there are lots of these, so I'll put them under a cut for you. Still, these are only the ones I’ve worked on in the past year. Again, from most- to least-recent.)

HP GOtG -- A silly Harry Potter/Guardians of the Galaxy fic I have like a page of. I was mentally explaining the concept of fanfic to someone and this... happened.

HPCM Ways to Live -- Another One Piece Cobymeppo fic, and AU (or UA) about if Luffy had never met Coby in ep.1 and skipped right over to kick Morgan's ass in Shells Town. tldr Coby and Helmeppo become pirates.

FFXV parents AU -- I was REALLY into this one for a while, got a couple thousand words and a good plot outline on it. It's Final Fantasy 15 AU (or, as usual, a UA) in which Noctis is only a baby when the empire attacks, and teenage Ignis and Gladio have to run away with him, and end up raising him on their own. I 100% intend to finish this one, but it's not top priority at the moment.

A modern prometheus -- A magical-world retelling of Frankenstein. Probably gay.

FO4 WFM-- "Fallout 4, Waiting for magic" On the day the bombs drop, Nora's husband is still at war, while she's several months pregnant and working on her legal cases from home. Her friend Nick Valentine has come to give her some documents and check on her when they're suddenly ushered into the vault and frozen. AKA the romantic adventures of Nick and a heavily pregnant Nora out in the Commonwealth. (Inspired by an Ace of Bass song)

Fo4 Sky-- "Fallout 4, Skyrim" Basically a riff off the previous story, but not the same at all, somehow. Set in Skyrim, Nora is essentially sleeping beauty. Wait. Snow white? Er, yeah. Magically frozen in a coffin, yeah.

MEA Avi -- "Mass Effect Andromeda, Avi: a sci-fi ghost story" REALLY thought I was gonna finish this one, but I got distracted from MEA altogether. The story of Avitus Rix and his SAM unit, which has begun to think it is the late Macen Barro, its previous owner/partner, and Avitus' longtime boyfriend. Still can't decide how sad I want it, but it'll be pretty gloomy even if I go with a happy ending.

DCo side story AU -- A modern mini-fic about my DamselCo characters going on a double date, except Addisson and Hunter are both late so it's just Ellery and Isabelle being kind of awkward.

FFXV Dear Fellow Traveler -- AU, Prompto was raised in Niflheim and meets Noctis and the others on their (very long, winding) trip to Noct's engagement. Promptis, no war.

FFXV mermaid AU -- More Promptis. Noctis fishes up mer-person Prompto. They have adventures. Ignis has to go looking for Noctis later and meets mer-person Gladio.

OW Sagittarius -- Eheh, posted the first chapter of this in January and then just gave up. XD;;;; I feel so bad. An Overwatch teenage McHanzo AU, where Jesse is a centaur sold into slavery to the yakuza. Trained by the Shimada clan, he falls in love with the heir, Hanzo, who then helps him escape. Many years later, they meet again in Overwatch. I have a GOOD plot outline for this, so I really have no excuse for not finishing it. It's on the to-do list after the first few.

FFXV Firstborn son -- Question: is a person still consider a trans-person if they're born female, but both raised as and identify as male (because patriarchal bullshit)? If so: trans-Noctis, Promptis fic.

FFXV Mirror Sword Shield -- Yet another FFXV AU, obviously inspired by that one Coldplay song that I love. Hundreds of years ago, Noctis defeated the darkness, but was sealed away inside the crystal, only to return when he needed to do it again. Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio have trained as his guardians all their lives, for the slim chance that he does return. (I really like this idea, but if I write this one, it'll only be after I finish the other FFXV fics.)

OW BB -- Guess what? Another "Beauty and the Beast" fic, Overwatch flavored. Except it's really more like, "the beast and also another beast". McHanzo, of course, featuring a snarky dragon spirit that constantly taunts Hanzo about his guilt.

BttF Ashes -- Hot damn I gotta write this fic some day. I have a GREAT plot outline for it, following a chiptune song called Ashes. I love it, it makes me cry. It's a Back to the Future AU, about Doc dying when his house burns down. Years later, ghost-Doc teams up with Marty to finish the time machine, and then (spoiler alert) Marty goes back in time and saves Doc, pulling his corporeal self into the future ala The Mediator and they live happily ever after the end. XD

PacRim Redefined -- Another one I feel bad about, because I have posted most of what I have written, but I don't know if I'll ever finish it. It's a far-future semi-AU about Newt and Hermann. TBH it's one of my favorite fics I've ever written, but I'm a loser and can never finish anything. Hopefully next year??? I've got much of a plot outline, so.

Bttf Dino prompt -- Braincoins prompted me last year to write a fic about Marty and a dinosaur, and I started to! But then I had no idea where I was going with it, so I stopped a few pages in. ^^; I'd like to figure out an ending to it that isn't both boring and bleak.

Bttf Solving for X -- A series of short AUs about if either Doc or Marty (or both) were women. I'd like to maybe work on this one again sometime.

HxH AU Laughter Lines -- A Hunter x Hunter fic that makes me cry when I think about it XDXDXD Based on the Bastille song of the same name, it's an AU in which Gon is like... a tree nymph. A little hard to explain, it's a sad little Killugon fic, and it should be pretty short, so I ought to just sit down and write it one day.

BttF Thirst for Romance -- I love this idea! Why haven't I written it?! In his 30's or 40's, Marty is a nurse at a convalescent home/ hospice, where he meets Doc, who loves to tell wild stories. He tells Marty stories about adventures that the two of them had in the 80's and with time travel. Everyone assumes Doc is just very creative and lonely, and they love his stories. He and Marty become close, and when Doc passes away, he leaves his meager possessions to Marty, including a mysterious set of keys which unlock his old garage, and a strange old car inside... (Really want to write this one eventually!) (Based on the song of the same name.)

BttF Hell Valley -- A sad AU, taking place in the Hell Valley timeline from movie 2. Marty has run away from his abusive step-dad and finds himself living in Doc's garage. They're just two broken people trying to get by. Marty wants Doc to run away with him, someplace far away, but Doc has a better idea, if he can get it to work. (Inspired by the song Fast Car, the sad-sounding Jonas Blue version. "You got a fast car. Is it fast enough so we could fly away?")

BttF SG fusion -- and last and possibly least, yet another BttF AU, but a fusion with Steins;Gate, because time travel is not complicated ENOUGH, I have to make it WORSE. In this story, Marty is raised in the dystopian future with the goal of going back to the past to kill Doc Brown before he can create time travel. I liked the idea a lot, but to be honest I think I even confused myself with it. I'd sort of like to keep writing it, but it'll take a lot more effort than I can foresee me wanting to put in any time soon. Tagging: (if I can remember which of my friends write) um... @braincoins, @nomadsky, and, uh... I know that more of you are writers, so just... take it and pretend I tagged you!

#elo talks #long post #elo fics #holy jeez this is long #I have a LOT of WIPs you guys #tag meme #lol I spent hours on this XDl

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Morning Pages No. 55

Tuesday 18th August - 8:40 am

So I’m scrambling to get this finished before 9am because I have an online uni tute I need to attend. It’s going to be an hour and a half long and then right after that I’ll need to finish an article on investing in real estate in Melbourne, which has immediately coincided with Evan and I finding a house that we might like in Epping...shit’s crazy. We had a genuine conversation about buying a home together yesterday because we realised that what we’re paying in rent could quite easily go towards a home without us breaking a sweat, or having to work that much more. If we find something for around $500k, we’d actually be able to buy a house like quite soon? It’s weird! I’ve always been talking about this like it’s a bit of a pipedream and I mean, we’re 23. We have plenty of time to save up some more, but this house that we’ve found is actually quite perfect. I mean it’s very us, it’s in a superb area, and I can see myself being happy living there for decades. Epping is suiting me well, and I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m grateful for it. I’m grateful for Lonzo, and for our big sunny yard, and I’m grateful for the amount of parks and ovals that are available to us. I’m grateful for the dog park and the community that surrounds that space. We’re just so lucky to have found a rental property here. If we can find a genuine home, that would just be unspeakably perfect. What’s better is that I’ve told Sandy about it and she’s totally supportive of it! She doesn’t think we’re jumping the gun, which I was kind of worried about, because she’s been thinking of buying a house for ages now. I feel like I do a lot of things before her in life, and I’ve always been a little bit proud of that. But Sandy’s establishing herself so sensibly as she always has been. She’s only really impulsive when it comes to buying material stuff, not making big ass life decisions. I don’t know. I feel like the older I get, the more I realise how similar we are, but in our own ways. It’s nice having an older sister who’s so different to you in essence, but shares your same values. You get to share sides of the world with each other that the other wouldn’t be privy to, but is still able to appreciate.

Speaking of, I’m frantic because it’s 8:48am, I’ve got to be on zoom at 9am, and then stay there till 10:30am. Once that’s over, I need to finish my article and THEN once that’s over...Ev and I are taking LSD. I mean...yeah. At home, of course. We just haven’t done it in a while and we haven’t really structured this one at all, it’s just supposed to be a kind of ‘we’re in lockdown’ thing and I don’t have too much work to do this week, aside from organising the meeting with Steve, talking to Dan, talking to Sam, and then the fact that I have three more articles due on Friday, but I don’t have access to the Excel spreadsheet just now and it’s Tuesday, so I’ll most definitely have time to do them I guess when we’re sober on Wednesday or even at work on Thursday. OR Friday morning. It should be fine. I honestly deserve a bit of a break. Not a day goes by that I don’t have at least some kind of work to do. I mean yesterday I spent all morning writing articles, then we got distracted by the house and went for a walk to go and look at the house. It’s not very far away, but the court it’s in is so cute and lovely that it feels like you’re in the country. I’m getting distracted by this beautiful house again! We took Lonzo to the oval after that and had a bit of a ball throw and run around. I did a small lap of the second oval, the one that was all done up. I think I’m going to use that oval to measure my laps from now on, because it’s just so much easier running on concrete. Evan says otherwise because it’s bad for your knees or something and yes, I understand that. But the ground is level so it’s just a lot easier to get into zen mode and just run mindfully. Sarah’s Day 2 challenge is to do one activity mindfully. I think mine should be running mindfully to see if I can get slightly meditative about the practice. If not, I can go for a bike ride. I’ve been meaning to do that too and it’ll only take me a half hour or so. I should just bite the bullet and do it, eh?

It’s 8:54am and I think I might need to stop these pages halfway through in order to get to my class on time, but I don’t want to! I really don't. I want to just finish this, write the three pages all the way through without disruption, and then have a linear schedule for the rest of the day. I’m worried I’ve been operating on fumes and it’s not good for me. I need to take a break! Hence the acid. I’m not entirely convinced it’s a good idea, but I’ve never really been convinced before every trip. So at this point, I’m really just looking forward to it. It’ll be broad daylight when we drop, which should be quite nice, and the weather’s getting so much nicer now. It’d be a shame to stay inside and work all day, so we might as well have a little trip. Actually, now I’m thinking it might also be worth putting a mask and some sunnies on and taking a little walk with our faces hidden so nobody can tell we’re flying high. Maybe not right away. Maybe we’ll wait until we’re feeling where we’re at, because the stuff we have in the freezer is quite strong, like around the same strength of the tabs we had at Eso.

It’s 8:57, and I’m just looking back at what I was able to write in the span of three minutes. I don’t like writing these under a strict time limit because it just means that the whole entry turns into anxiety about the time, so I reckon I’m just going to stop here and get ready for my class that starts in two minutes now. It’ll be easier than just trying to rush about 1000 more words in two minutes. And I owe myself more than that. For the record, I couldn’t get up early enough to do this because my classes (that I teach) finished at 7:30-ish last night, then we made and had dinner, and then I needed to watch my lecture and do my readings and I was just so done from the amount of work that I had to do yesterday that it took me ages to be able to motivate myself to do my uni work, and I ended up going to bed at around 1am.

It’s 10:34am now and my class just finished. I don’t know what to think about it, but I’m feeling quite hot and weird in my own skin right now. All I really want to do right now is just have a shower, and I think I will do that and just get really really into it. That can be my Day 2 done: a really mindful shower where I just wash every inch of my body and use my little scrubby thing and just get the soap into a nice, thick lather. I might have a bit of weed too just to kickstart the acid, we’ll see.

It’s a beautiful day outside, it really really is. Melbourne being in lockdown during winter is no big deal, but being in lockdown now as spring is finally starting to arrive, is getting me quite down. I can’t believe the world isn’t open to us right now, and that there’s a one hour time limit on outdoor activities. It’s crazy how limited I feel right now, and even though I can fully register that my mind is working infinitely harder than my body, I can’t really do anything about it. And yet, I feel like that is just an excuse as well. I push myself hard, I always have. Because I want to be somebody who’s accomplished for my age, always. I like feeling like I’ve done so much for a 23 year-old. Maybe that’s another reason why I’m allowing myself to get so attached to this house we’ve found on the internet. We actually found it a few weeks back, and there was an online auction scheduled for two Saturdays back, I think. But the house didn’t sell then, which kind of feels like fate. Honestly, it’s also pretty interesting that this is all happening during COVID-19, when the Melbourne real estate market is experiencing a bit of a decline. This is kind of the perfect time to buy. Maybe I should talk to thathi about this. If akki thinks this is a good idea, I should honestly genuinely consider buying this place with Evan. But that’s the one iffy thing about it. I’m worried that thathi’s going to think that Evan and I aren’t established enough in our relationship to be able to think about buying a house together. But we spoke about this yesterday too: we’re not going to break up. The longer we’ve been together, the less we feel like we’re ever going to break up. We’re just comfortable with each other. Life is easy and good. And I honestly think life will just continue to be easy and good for us, and I don’t believe I’m naive for thinking that. I was talking to Evan last night about reading through the first few morning pages I published on this site, more specifically all the summaries of all the depressing phone calls I had with Ikaros nearing the end of our relationship. I can’t believe I ever allowed myself to feel guilty or personally responsible about how that relationship ended. I gave him every opportunity to be a better partner and he just wasn’t willing. I was patient, I was communicative, and I gave him so damn much of myself. Surely he can’t blame me for moving on. Surely he can’t still be harbouring ill feelings towards me. But then why hasn’t he spoken to me in three years? Why am I still blocked on his socials? Because he can’t confront the full reality of the situation, he can’t allow himself nor myself to attain closure because that would mean admitting that he’s largely responsible for the crumbling of our relationship. I feel like I’m just pointing the finger now, but honestly I also feel like I need to. That’s why I brought it up with Evan last night. I’ve been trying over the last three years to just let this go without closure and feel content with whatever sense of closure I can just provide to myself, and honestly reviewing the morning pages did kind of help with that. I just believe that I’m in the process of putting all of this to bed, and seeing how ridiculous past me was when it came to my leniency with him...it helps. I feel like I’m finally starting to get on my own side.

I do worry about him too, more than I want to. It’s kind of like Wren. Wren and I did chat a fair bit yesterday, though. Just on messenger. I was glad for that, because I at least know they’re doing okay enough to be able to hear about me and respond to me conversationally. I told them to listen to Jacob Collier’s new album, saying that I’d listened to it twice and each time I thought to myself ‘Wren would really love this’. Wren likes it when people think of them, I know that. One time I asked Wren if they could pick up soap on the way to our house because we didn’t have any soap and they felt really included in our lives, like it was an intimate thing to ask a friend. I want to do as much of that for Wren as possible. I want to provide them with a sense of family and community here. But I also need to take care of myself, and that’s something that Wren has been struggling with accepting this year. I understand why though, and I’m not mad. I acknowledge I’m in a far better personal situation during this lockdown than they are in every way except financially.

#stream of consciousness #morning pages #55 #artistsway

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gendermesenpai-blog · 6 years

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7:38am

welp

I’m actually doing pretty ok right now. I cut back on weed again. I’m not buying flower for a while. I’m probably going to work on getting some wax at some point but I’m doing ok right now. Uber has really been helping in terms of just having enough to eat a little bit everyday. I do wish I was eating more but c’est la vie. I just did some math and figured out how much money I will make before I leave for Europe. It’s just under $8000. Rent will be around $2000 in that time. Food expenses around $750. Wax could be as much as $1000 in that time. But at the end of the day I should be able to put away around $4000 if I am very dilligent about my spending. Obviously this doesn’t take into account various messwork related expenses which are difficult to predict - I could say that one gatorskin per month would leave me with about $300 less. But that’s not really worth considering since it will probably be much more than that, because tires are not the only expense in messwork. I am still planning on buying some more bike parts and that might run me up to $300 just on seatpost, stem and bars. Maybe a new fork since this Bontrager carbon fork is making me a little nervous lately from flexing. I do put a lot of hurt on my bike. It’s within reason that a cheap carbon fork (retail around $100) might weaken and snap from the constant daily pressure I’ve been putting on it. It was super stiff when I got it though since whoever rode this bike before me was probably just commuting ~1mi. And here I am putting in average of 30mi/day on it. It’s also all scratched up, might be worth upgrading just for the steez.

I’m feeling pretty good about my transition despite the fact I am 5 months in and still not as femme as I would like. It’s slow going, but progress is certainly being made. Thinking back on when my lil titty bumps started coming in and how it suddenly felt like there was this golfball sized lump in there. And now it’s advanced to, like.... half a apple? Like a small apple cut in half. So surreal! My face still looks kinda the same in the mirror, like it’s just kinda stuck in this halfway zone between masc and femme. My waist is tightening, I’m starting to get more of the buckled hourglass shape around my abdomen. And I sense some growth in my butt. Not sure how much. Difficult to measure that since I can’t easily see it and also because I’m not really measuring anything in this whole process. Emotionally I actually feel better on average since I’ve started cutting down on weed. I was so worried that if I sobered up I would start regretting stuff but no actually I just feel normal and good. When I looked in the mirror this morning I was like ooooh Hi. lol. I’m making enough progress that I think I can feel proud now of how far I’ve come.

Haven’t really been making much music. Just a couple beats here and there, a few bars if I think of something I like. This is something I think the weed was helping with for sure - I wrote literally every song on the LTC EP while I was high out of my mind, and drunk too in some cases. I am still so embarassed about the show I did. That kinda put the brakes on my creative output because I am too self conscious about it now. But I sense that it’s fading and I will probably end up back where I was at some point once I get over the hump from that setback.

When the muscle loss initially started I felt like the muscles were the same size, they just didn’t work the same anymore, didn’t recover as quickly etc. Now, the muscles are visibly and noticeably smaller. I had a pair of men’s pants that I bought when I went out to dinner with my brother in January, just before I started hormones. I remember those jeans being so tight on my quads that it was actually uncomfortable to wear them at all, let alone ride my bike in them with my muscles actually flexing. The other day I wore them out for a couple Uber runs and I noticed how loose they were on my quads. So weird because in the 5 months since I started hormones, I have only increased my output. I went from only working 3-4 days a week for Epic, some days doing as little as 15 miles, laying around being a poop the rest of the time, to now doing on average a minimum of 25-30 miles a day, everyday, including weekends, and sometimes as much as 40-50. So while my muscles appear to be shrinking and becoming weaker, I am actually somehow, paradoxically, becoming stronger. Yesterday my Strava said I got PRs on two segments that are actually kinda tough, one is a long section of flats downtown where the wind is almost always murder. It was brutal yesterday, and I remember crawling along, huffing and puffing and feeling sorry for myself about how weak I am now or whatever, and when I exited the section I remember being like, jesus, how is nobody noticing how slow I am these days? I can’t even ride with the other messengers anymore, blah blah. And then I check my Strava and it’s like, oh, no, actually you got a PR there. That was the fastest you’ve ever done that segment, by a good few seconds too. So, it’s like, I am still fast as shit, actually faster than before, but somehow it just feels like I’m not. It feels like I have to work super hard to get anywhere, and I’m always heaving and panting every time I arrive to my destination. But I get there fast as fuck and that’s what really matters as a messenger. So I guess I don’t have much to worry about there. My spiro dose went up to 100mg/day this month from 50 and there was initially what felt like a big drop off in terms of muscle function. But it’s really all good. I just worry too much I guess. But things are going well! It feels like I’m approaching the halfway mark in my transformation into an anime girl. Probably not really the case, it’s been slow going all along so I should expect the halfway point to be 1 year, and complete-ish around 2 years. But instead I’m like, nooo, I’ll be transformed by 1 year, the journey will be over! Unrealistic. But exciting.

I don’t even know what else to say about it. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m more functional than I’ve ever been. I have actual plans and goals. I’m living in a really nice house. I have a decent enough job. It’s just so weird when I actively think about how all this is working out. Considering 2-3 years ago I had no fucking idea I was trans. I was just barely working out that there was something going on with my gender shit but I had no idea I was fully gril. And now I’m like, um, excuse me sweetie *sashay away*

The other night I talked to C on Skype and at one point I kind of randomly started using my voice and talking about how I should practice more and it sounds bad because I don’t practice. And I was like halfway through the second sentence when she realized what I was doing and her eyes went all wide and she squealed. And her being excited made me excited haha and now I want to practice it more. It’s tough though, it’s a tough thing. I want to work on it but it can feel a bit silly at times, like I’m performing somehow. It will take some time to get away from that feeling so that I can appreciate the truth which is that the boy voice was the real performance all along. My natural speaking voice is, and it’s hard to admit this I guess, but it has what some people would refer to as a gay affectation to it. And I’ve always just sort of hidden it away. No one has ever really heard me speak naturally. I have always been acting. Since I begun my transition, I’ve been letting more of it out in daily speech. Little bit of vocal fry here and there, little bit of valley girl twang. No one seems to really notice or care.

It rained all week last week and I felt like shit for days. Today it’s supposed to rain again and I’m like ugh. Enough with the sky water please. But in any case I feel pretty good. Oh, I’ve started up a new character on Skyrim! Trying out Skyrim Special Edition. They ported the game to 64 bit so it runs way better now than the original PC version did. I waited like a whole year since this new version came out so that the modders could move everything over. It’s pretty fun actually. So often I find myself unable to enjoy a game because it feels pointless. But in this case I am kind of just using it as a distraction from my other addiction issues. And it’s working well. I’ve been watching all these lore videos on youtube and it’s got me excited about TES universe and finding various secrets and things that I never knew about before. I’ve probably put like a thousand hours or more into Skyrim over the years and there is somehow still stuff in the game that I haven’t seen. Literally within like an hour of starting the new game I discovered a dungeon I had never seen before with a unique item reward I didn’t even know existed. My character is a femme Breton mage who I named Simone after Simone de Beauvoir. Mostly pure mage but some archery and stealth as well. Usually when I roll mages I end up spec’ing Battlemage or Spellsword but this time I want to try to do full mage with no armor or hand to hand weapons at all. In all this time I’ve spent in Skyrim I never bothered to have my mage characters learn armor spells or wards. There is a new mod that adds a bunch of new lore-friendly spells including proximity runes that you can set as traps, I haven’t even tried them yet and I’m already excited about how that will change my play style. I’ve been playing from the time I get home til around midnight for the last 2 nights. Helps keep my mind off drinking and smoking and keeps me away from the roommates so I don’t do or say anything stupid that could affect their perception of me. Cus that’s a whole thing I have to worry about yayyy. The other night I was drinking with N and somehow she got me like confessing about how I smoke so much because of my social anxiety and shit and she was like “really???? oh that’s so interesting” smh and I think she really meant that, what a weirdo. I almost came out to her right there haha. Like, oh you think that’s something? Wait til you hear what I’ve done to my endocrine system...

Ok gotta shave and stuff and get ready to go. *sashayyyyy away*

EDIT: Oh shit, bossman just texted me and said to stay home! FUCK YES SKYRIM ALL DAY OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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