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dracoria-azucar · 3 years

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Every DSMP member’s character race (with short explanations)

Dream: It is unclear if his character is human or a blob-monster. He has referred to himself as “like a God” but is not canonically a proper deity. CC!Dream has said he prefers the human interpretations of his character but also enjoys the eldritch horror/blob depictions.

DreamXD: Supposedly a God. They have been referred to as the “protector God of the lore” and have constant access to creative mode.

George: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!George’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise. Fanon interpretations of C!George as a mushroom sprite or fairy are common (due to his previous aesthetic choices).

Sapnap: While he appears human, there have been multiple implications that his character is some sort of fire related monster hybrid. He has claimed to have been born from lava and that fire can not hurt him because of this. The most common fanon interpretation has lead to depictions of a blaze-hybrid Sapnap, however, magma cubes/ghasts/striders or any creature with fire-themes not included in Minecraft could also work for his character.

Callahan: He could be a human in a costume, or he could be a reindeer hybrid! It’s unclear. When citing other “sheep-like” hybrids on the server, Puffy did not list Callahan, however, her character does not know Callahan very well if at all so this may not be conclusive evidence one way or the other.

Awesamdude: It is heavily implied that he is a creeper hybrid! While CC!Sam has not made much comment one way or the other, multiple characters have been seen wearing creeper heads while doing “Sam impressions”. In one instance Tommy confused an actual creeper for “Sam Nook”, a robot built with a strong resemblance to Sam himself. This implies that C!Sam looks almost identical to normal creepers, however, fanon interpretations have depicted him as varying levels of humanoid.

Sam Nook: Canonically a robot built by C!Awesamdude to assist C!Tommy with the construction of The Big Innit Hotel. Due to Tommy mistaking a real creeper for the robot, we are lead to believe the robot looks very similar, if not identical, to the mob in his design.

Alyssa: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Alyssa’s race. She is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Ponk: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Ponk’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Badboyhalo: He is canonically a demon. CC!Bad has also claimed his character is canonically over 9 feet tall.

Tommy: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Tommy’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise. His familial relationships are unclear and many fanon interpretations depict his character with bird wings (similar to C!Philza) or demonic features (as a jab at his “gremlin” personality).

Tubbo: It is heavily implied that he is part sheep, goat, or ram hybrid. CC!Tubbo hasn’t really acknowledged this one way or the other, however, other characters have made reference to it. Such as C!Puffy naming him in her list of other “sheep-like” hybrids on the server, in which she also mentioned that he has small horns. Fanon interpretations of his character often include horns, ears, and tails resembling that of sheep, goats, rams, and in some cases even cows.

Fundy: It is unclear whether or not C!Fundy is actually a fox or just a normal guy in a fursuit. Multiple characters have made stronger implications towards the former, however, jokes are often made at CC!Fundy’s expense indicating the latter. Most fanon interpretations depict him as a full anthropomorphic fox if not just a humanoid with strong fox features.

Punz: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Punz’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Purpled: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Purpled’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Wilbur: He is supposedly a regular human man and is often depicted as such, however, due to his biological relations to both C!Philza and C!Fundy we know that he likely has strong inhuman genetics. Fanon interpretations will sometimes depict his character with wings (due to his relationship to C!Philza) or as a pig(lin) hybrid (due to comments made by CC!Wilbur implying he is C!Techno’s twin).

Schlatt: It is implied that he is part sheep, goat, or ram hybrid. CC!Schlatt has acknowledged this by previously using a ghost skin that included glowing red ram’s horns. C!Puffy also included him in her list of other “sheep-like” hybrids on the server, in which C!Bad posited that he’s more of a ram than a sheep due to his curled horns.

Skeppy: It is implied that he is some sort of animated diamond creature. Jokes have been made about his character being canonically 2 feet tall, however, CC!Skeppy never canonized that himself. Fanon interpretations often depict his character as a human with partially crystalline features or a sort of sprite (due to the height jokes).

Eret: Their character is mainly humanoid in nature, however, they canonically have glowing white eyes and are a descendant of herobrine. So it is assumed they aren’t actually a human.

Jack Manifold: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Jack’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Niki: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Niki’s race. She is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Quackity: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Quackity’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise. Many fanon interpretations of his character depict him as a duck hybrid (due to CC!Quackity’s brand connection) or as a shapeshifter (referencing CC!Quackity’s frequent comedic in-game skin changes).

Mexican Dream: There have been no deep in-character discussions about Mexican Dream’s race. Originally fans believed MD to have just been C!Quackity due to his role being played by and through CC!Quackity’s account, however, the writers have made it clear that MD is a separate entity entirely. It is unclear if he is a human or a blob-monster, like C!Dream. Many fanon interpretations depict this character as C!Quackity in a C!Dream costume.

Karl Jacobs: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Karl’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise. Some fanon interpretations of his character depict him as a strange colorful lanky monster (referencing his original skin on the server).

HBomb: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!HBomb’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Technoblade: He is canonically either a pig hybrid or a piglin hybrid. Multiple characters have called him a pig or implied that him eating pork would be cannibalism. He has referred to the piglins in the Nether as his “people”, however, CC!Techno has done the same outside of the DSMP. C!Phil has also claimed that C!Techno goes into “hibernation” when CC!Techno is unavailable on the server. Fanon interpretations of his character often depict him as a full pig(lin) hybrid but some depict him as simply a humanoid wearing a boar’s skull. CC!Techno has said he prefers the animal depictions of his character but he is fine with the “anime boy” depictions as well.

Antfrost: It is heavily implied that he is a cat or cat hybrid. Multiple characters have referred to him as a cat and jokes have been made about him either being canonically 9+ feet tall or the size of a regular house cat. Fanon interpretations often depict his character as an anthropomorphic cat if not a humanoid with strong cat features.

Philza: It is canon that C!Phil had fully functional wings at some point but lost them during his first day on the server. It is unclear whether or not he is a bird hybrid or some other entity. He has also claimed to be hundreds of years old, however, he is not immortal or a God. He simply survived for a very long time with his first two lives and is now on his last.

Connor: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Connor’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

Puffy: She is canonically a sheep hybrid. Her own character has made reference to this fact multiple times and it has been acknowledged by other characters as well. Fanon interpretations often depict her character as an anthropomorphic sheep if not a humanoid with strong sheep features.

Vikkstar: There have been no deep in-character discussions about C!Vikk’s race. He is assumed canonically human until proven otherwise.

LazarBeam: He is supposedly a sentient human-sized gingerbread man. Not many acknowledgments have been made about this fact outside of it being his character’s skin.

Ranboo: He is canonically half-enderman and half something unknown. Both of these facts have been acknowledged by other characters as well as CC!Ranboo himself. While his other half is still not confirmed in canon, CC!Ranboo has commented that he has hinted to it multiple times in character already. Many fanon interpretations depict his character’s other half as a ghast or a dreamon.

Foolish: He is canonically a humanoid totem of undying. It is unclear if the shark attributes on his skin are a onesie/cloak or part of his actual design. It has also been confirmed that his character is a deity of undying (formerly death), the ocean, and the desert. He is the only other confirmed (demi-)god of the server aside from DreamXD. It is unclear why he decided to live among the mortals or if there are other Gods elsewhere that he knows.

Hannah: Her character is mainly humanoid in nature, however, she canonically gets power from roses and has vines of them supposedly growing from her body and hair. It is unclear what her origins are but we are lead to believe that she is not human. Some fanon interpretations depict her character as a fairy or minor-deity of the forest/nature.

Slimecicle: He has made implications of being part slime hybrid. C!Tommy referred to his slime as “gunk on (him)” which implies that his body is mainly humanoid in consistency and color with only bits of actual slime across it. It is also implied that his bones are very malleable, as C!Ranboo hit him and accidentally turned his ankles around.

#dream smp #i put a read more under the dream team but yes every character is here #including mexican dream / dreamxd / and sam nook #/rp #ask to tag

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cherry3point14 · 4 years

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What Does The Fox Say?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Crack. Orgy. Sex Party. Don’t let your nethers tingle, it’s barely flirting. SYNONYMS. Word Count: 2,300ish. Summary/Prompt: There’s a case. Witches or something, and they’re killing people, specifically furries, maybe. As such one Dean Winchester goes to a furry sex party to look for clues... A/N: Written for @kalesrebellion “Bring On the Giggles” challenge. I think hope my synonyms for this challenge will be fairly obvious. Also, shoutout to @winchesters-meaty-feast who entertained my panic as this deadline loomed and pretty much talked me into birthing this ~thing. Sidenote - no disrespect to the furries who walk among us. It’s all exaggerated crack!fic. Peace and love. Yiffy on friends.

From the outside, it looks like any other two-story townhouse. There’s a car parked out front, normal mailbox, the works. Regular suburban home. The first clue that something out of the ordinary is happening inside—where the ordinary is mom, dad, and two-point four ankle-biters having dinner—is the windows. They’re all covered, curtains or blinds, it doesn’t matter. This is what it looks like when humans try to cover their tracks. Monsters choose places that are already deserted and forgotten. Humans hide in plain sight and end up sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus Dean has spent all day talking to furries about this house. Yeah, that’s the biggest clue, not the damn curtains. He’s had multiple lectures, not only from Sam but the furries, people, themselves. It’s not all about porn. They’d told him adamantly. Showed him drawings and all these things they’d made each other, and pictures from their conventions. We’re not all perverts! They could say it until they were blue in the face (they had), but Dean’s standing here looking at this house, knowing what’s inside, and it’s hard to believe the furries-are-innocent propaganda. It’s even harder to believe he’s walking in there of his own free will. The things he’ll do to save lives. Sam told him to change because “Freeze, FBI” might not go down well at this particular house party. What’s he supposed to change into? A Halloween costume? That suggestion earned him yet another talk about respecting people’s interests. Whatever. He gets it, they don’t all have full fursuit things and even the ones that do, don’t generally fuck in them, and really? Is it really fucking necessary that he knows this much about furries? At least he can put on a plain black tee and some jeans and Sam only half presses his lips together in disapproval. What is his brother expecting him to wear to a furry sex party? Cat ears? (Dean is offended by the implication even if Sam didn't say it out loud). Eventually, shuffling his feet, he makes it to the door and knocks. He doesn’t want to be here but Sam’s working another lead on the other side of town at a D&D meet up. All jokes about dungeons aside, Dean would have given up his music privileges all the way back to Kansas to switch places. Once again, scissors bit him in the ass. The door opens a few inches, enough to see, hand to god, a guy in white rabbit-ish body paint. He raises his eyebrows in Dean’s direction like he’s asking for something without saying the words. The guy definitely doesn’t twitch his nose and it definitely doesn’t remind Dean of that bunny from Bambi. Oh shit. The password. Right, because that was how you made a gathering like this more legit and less embarrassing. Dean’s throat tightens like the words don’t want to come out, or like he doesn’t want them to exist, “Yiffy Ki Yay.” Furry sons of bitches have even ruined Die Hard. The guy nods and pulls the door open enough to let Dean slide in, but not reveal too much of the clandestine activities to the outside world. Not that anyone on Maple Avenue is looking into this particular door. Either the neighbors know better or they don’t care. Although now that he’s inside Dean can see his nameless host is also wearing tall, white ears and furry cuffs on his ankles and wrists. The first of what, Dean assumes, will be many red flags that he should leave. Not that he heeds the warning. “First time?” The rabbit asks while Dean attempts to scan as much as he can see without a slack jaw. “Yeah,” he breathes out. Dean has been around the block. He’s seen the inside of more than just strip clubs. His number one use of the Internet is porn, his second? More porn. This is something else. He’s not judging, well, he's trying not to judge and failing miserably. These people aren’t hurting anyone though. In fact, someone might be trying to hurt them. Or the D&D players. They were still on the fence about how the groups were linked beside the weird deaths. Granted some of this party seems very vanilla from what he can see. He catches a glimpse of the dining room, which has been cleared of most of its furniture, and there’s your everyday orgy of mangled limbs. Those limbs happen to be a little furrier than normal is all. Thankfully not everyone is dressed as an animal. Not that anybody will be telling Sam that he was right. Some people are dotted around watching, or drinking like the sex isn’t happening, and some of the people getting involved are in plain clothes. Or, naked but not wearing any sort of animal accessory. At first glance, there’s a part of Dean that thinks he can appreciate the hedonism of it, without being bogged down by the fact that they're all cosplaying as goddamn animals. Animal enthusiasts, he corrects in his head before Sam telepathically delivers a bitch face from across town. And then he’s walking through the kitchen and there are two people nuzzling each other. People might not be the right word because they’re dressed as cats. Holding each other and stretching and bending their limbs. All feline movements and what he thinks is a purring noise, but he can’t confirm or deny because of the music coming from the cheap speakers on the counter. It might be sweet if it wasn’t in the middle of a sex party. Yeah, this is still going to take some getting used to. The rabbit is yammering, mentioning ground rules that Dean is only half listening to while he tries not to stare at the cats. He’s listening enough to follow the rules but actually, he can’t bring himself to look away from the most PC thing happening in the joint. “Did you get that because I heard the door…?” This time Floppy speaks with enough urgency that Dean snaps his focus back to the white rabbit. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll-” he wants to say ‘mingle’ like it’s a seventies swingers party and his biggest concern is where his car keys are. He licks his dry lips and they still feel like sandpaper, “-look around.” He does need to look around, talk to people, do his job. That’s why he’s here feeling like the spare dick at a fucking contest. Dean knows his limits though and before he investigates he's gonna need a beer. Once he’s got a bottle in his hand, which he got from the fridge because he doesn’t trust anything that was sitting on any surface, even unopened, he starts climbing the stairs. The tinny music, the sound of bodies slapping against each other, and the low din of people talking like normal adults all fade with each step until he’s at the top. Practically not at a furry orgy anymore. Except it’s a new horrific game now. What’s behind door number one? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers Whiskers going on about the rules of the rooms. Lock up if you want privacy. Unlocked and shut means viewers welcome. Open doors are an invitation to play. That’s the word Thumper had used, play. The first door is locked. He skips the second because he can hear what's going on inside and even if he was in the mood to creep (he’s not), you don't walk in on the money shot. The third room is a bathroom, a stark reminder he's in a house that people live in. The fourth door he tries is blissfully empty. It looks like a guest room. Walls that are basic beige and nothing identifying. Then he sits on the bed and presses his back into the wall. He realizes this bed has probably been used for the activities he’s already seen tonight. Out of sight, out of mind. Dean takes out his phone and stares, annoyed, at the screen. Sam hasn’t messaged him, so the case isn’t solved and he doesn’t have an excuse to leave. He takes a swig of his beer and types with his free hand, trying to make an excuse. Find anything yet? Another long drag while he waits, forcing the drink down his throat in the hopes of some small semblance of dutch courage. Or in the hopes that everything is solved, so he can go back to the motel and beat his meat to hentai like a normal person. No, but this is actually really interesting. You? Dean’s fingers twitch wanting nothing more than to throw the phone against a wall. If he wasn’t obligated to text back to illustrate that he’s still alive then he might leave Sam high and dry. As it is his reply is short and simple. Nothing. He feels no need to mention that he hasn’t actually looked yet. Dean puts his phone away and throws his head back against the wall at the exact moment the door opens. She stumbles in with the ghost of a giggle on her lips. He’s expecting there to be someone following her considering the party he’s attending. Two people blundering into a room looking for a place to get some privacy. Except she’s alone and she’s not concerned to find him alone either. Her eyes widen a little but her smile is soft, “sorry, you’re not waiting on someone are you?” “Me?” He asks, concerned that he has picked up some paraphernalia along the way. Anything that might suggest he’s a part of this. She continues to wait for an answer to her question instead of answering his. “No, Nah. Just taking a breather.” “Thank god, me too.” She blows out a relieved puff of air before shutting the door behind her. In doing so she flashes him her tail. She’s a fox. Or some version of a fox. She hasn’t gone as far as body paint. Her outfit almost seems costumey rather than serious. It’s this orange mini dress—if it could be called a dress for how little it leaves to his imagination—with a bushy, foxtail attached. He hadn’t noticed her ears immediately, but now he’s seen them, there they are. Ginger and pointed on top of her head, and when she turns back to him he finally notices the little, black nose she has painted on. She sits down next to him, scoots herself on top of the sheets making them bunch under her. She doesn’t seem to care about him having dibs over the bed or room and it only takes a few seconds for him to not care either. In this close proximity, inches apart, he doesn’t see a fox, even if she is definitely dressed up as a fox. He sees bare legs crossed at the ankle, her dress fighting to contain her cleavage and the sheen of her skin from dancing. She’s holding a red solo cup, he assumes half full of alcohol considering the pink flushing her cheeks. “I’m going to take a guess,” she leans until her shoulder is pressed against his arm, “you’re either a first-timer or you’re lost.” Dean laughs because he feels lost even if his cover is supposed to be the former. “First time, that obvious, huh? Thanks for pointing it out. Real considerate of you.” She bites her lip enough to get him looking at her mouth. Thinking about her mouth. “Wolf?” “What?” “I get it, first-timers are still trying to be normal, but the dark colors and the brooding loner thing you have going on in here. A wolf missing his pack?” She brings her knees up and bends her legs under herself while she guesses. Twists her body in his direction. He can’t tell if she’s joking. It sounds half ridiculous and makes him think of the kind of wolves he hunts. Dean lies anyway, “ding ding. Tell the woman what she’s won. Or do you prefer..?” Dean waves a hand to her everything fox related as if he might seriously start using ‘fox’ instead of ‘woman’. His gesturing hand lands on her waist while the other takes another swig from his brown bottle. “‘S fine. We’re all still people underneath. I’ve got a job and everything.” She rolls her shoulders like she’s showing off for being employed, which shuffles her whole body half an inch closer to his until her knees are touching his thigh. She’s facing him, his arm still lazily, half wrapped around her as she raises her cup to her lips. “Oh yeah, what do you do, sweetheart?” He lets the syrup fall from his mouth because foxes like honey.

She laughs, the sound tinkles in the space between them. “I’m a diner chef. Nothing exciting unless you like to eat?” His tongue peeks out between his teeth, his lips smirking suggestively. “I’ve been known to enjoy a-,” Dean's eyes flick down her body to where her dress is stretching over her thighs, and then back to her face, “fur burger.” Nowhere else on the fucking planet would he get away with saying that. Only at a furry sex party. She doesn’t just smile at his line though, she hums, pleased he’s playing along, and slides a hand along the outer hem of his jeans. Fingers slowly crawling up his leg and tracing the denim.

One blink and the air is thicker, heavier, and Dean doesn’t give a shit when it happened.

Her eyes flash playfully as she finishes her drink. “Mmm, the only way to make sure a burger is done is a good thrust of a meat thermometer.”

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mamamittens · 5 years

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Glitchtrap, the Fursuit

Okay so while I have a moment, let me lay out my evidence for a previously mentioned post that glitchtrap is a fursuit. Clearly.

#1. There are seams absolutely everywhere on his suit. Most notably on his joints. The point is that there aren't any mechanical parts visible, which has to be deliberate (and there can't be any for reasons I'll get into later). Real mascot suits would have these to ensure that the person inside can move comfortably without ripping the suit. The game is all about painfully recreating FNAF "myths" to make them seem like a joke. All the animatronics move, act, and look like their real life counterparts. Down to the electrical wiring. But this mystery "friend" is... Different. He's tall but slim. He can't be as advanced at Baby (cause he's not big enough for child ensnarement like she is, not does he have a particular gimick like Bellora). And he'd have to be extremely advanced for his design to be so seamless (pun intended) and organic. But somehow he had to have existed in some form before.

#2. He's weirdly static for an "animatronic". Okay, sure, he moves a lot (I'll get to that in a bit) but his face never changes. Neither do his eyes. Even springtrap had moving eyes and that was a suit meant to hold a person. In fact, his face reminds me a lot of costume mascots. Unfocused eyes made to take pictures without appearing cross-eyed. Not necessarily focus on a child close by. I think he might be seeing through the teeth, if it was a real costume and not a digital representation of one.

#3. He's incredibly light on his feet for an "animatronic". We see him dancing like a jackass in one of the endings, and despite hearing perfectly fine, we don't hear him move. Not any heavy footsteps like when the others walk, and his movements are smooth and human, unlike the puppet. Even his way of getting your attention is human. Bent over at the waist to the side, coy and friendly, waving. Like trying to talk to a child playfully that you don't know. He even leans forward, which would definitely not be something someone would do in a (likely) heavy exosuit in fear of falling over. Remember, all the physical actions and appearances are supposed to have been copied from fazbear hardwear for realism and as a shortcut in game making (which glitchtrap came from as the game directly mentions).

#4. He shushed you. The only thing he directly says is a shush sound. A robot wouldn't do that and not also talk if they had the ability. It's debatable that the creepy sound you hear is him, but I personally believe he's sampling the tape girl since those files are his hidey-hole. And it's warped cause he's fractured as it is and... I'm not sure he's really any form of AI, which would've been able to parrot back words if need be. I don't have a lot for this one, just a small note of interest.

#5. His design is old. Most old mascots were brightly colored and, to be frank, a little creepy. He's not realistically colored like the original four or a recolor like golden Freddy. But he's also not super cute (with red cheeks and soft friendly colors) like the fun time gang. And he has clothes. Not pants, but a vest most notably. Usually that's done with child friendly mascots to make them more human. A vest is a popular option as it provides the illusion of modesty. That and shoes weirdly enough... But that's not relevant here.

Okay, so what? Well, what I'm trying to get at here is that the suit is real. It existed outside the VR. But why? Well, I have a few ideas.

#1. Emergency mascot replacement. When the head of a child is crunched in the jaws of an animatronic, that's cause for closure. But with a bit of wiggling around, they can call back the machines and just have employees in suits to cover Freddy and his gang until they're "safe". Same ideas for spring Bonny suit, just safer for the employee wearing it.

#2. Murder suit. I don't believe for one second that Afton only started murdering kids when he had an robot suit to shove them into. If glitchtrap is a version of Afton, why would he take his human form and risk getting caught again when he could pretend to be a cute animatronic? Maybe he had a startup business or worked in an early Fazbear joint... Maybe even Freddy Jr's. That shit had to be expensive, who's to say they didn't have a version without robots? Glitchtrap might be the murderous, conniving version of Afton that he left behind when his children were affected by his... Hobby.

#2.5. knockoff murder suit. He may have made it himself when Fazbears got wise to his tricks so he could keep killing. Idk, but that suit is definitely custom made and specifically to fit the wearer, not a "one size fits all" type deal. Not with those close fitting gloves and accurate limb length to keep the suit from looking... Disturbing in motion since it fits really close to his frame unlike most real mascot costumes.

#fnaf help wanted #fnaf vr #fnaf #glitchtrap #gametheory #game theory #matpat #i need answers #wtf is going on #maybe im crazy #maybe not #maybe its just me

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aranciafiamma · 5 years

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Price of Popularity

A Kingtama fanfic loosely based off Pride and Prejudice

King didn’t want to be here. He really didn’t want to be here. But the universe, fate, some yet unnamed cosmic power had collectively decided to ignore him. His opinion never counted for much lately, not that a lot of people asked for it.

And now, he got roped into this mess. They ambushed him. Or he would have fled long ago. They had staked out his apartment and the moment he showed up, they dragged him to this. He spent the ride over with his heartbeat getting louder. The driver and his escorts started weeping. So busy begging for his mercy, they never told him that it wasn’t a fight. There was no monster to vanquish, no villain to slay.

Then he walked into the room, his “engine” thundering loud and clear, and he figured it all out. It was a ballroom - high ceilings, chandeliers, polished floors - the works. It was filled with people, clad in suits and party dresses - a small band played in the corner. Heroes were milling about, eating fancy cheeses and sipping champagne - the S Rank scattered through the crowd. It was some kind of soiree.

He almost sunk to his knees - his legs turned to melted sugar. That’s how relieved he felt. Except.

Everyone stopped. The band stopped playing. The people stopped chatting. The S Rank heroes all turned to look. At him. And his heart rate sped right back up.

“It’s King -”

“Rank 7 in the S Class - ”

“I heard he - ”

Murmurs broke out. They all kept a good distance, eyeing him with the caution of someone who found a stray dog in their dumpster. A rabid, filthy dog with blood on its teeth. They spoke of him but no one had the guts to really come close. So King took the chance and performed his ultra special move. He ran.

They closed the doors behind him - big doors, heavy and solid oak that he would never be able to push open. He couldn’t leave. He just settled for lurking in a corner, not looking at anybody. The good news is it could be worse. The bad news is it could be better. He really wants to go home.

He sighs and tries not to slump. He’s gotta be King now. And King doesn’t slump. But maybe he crosses his arms. That’s a classic, tough guy pose. King crosses his arms, frowning a little harder. There. Now he looks stoic and intimidating and definitely, not at all intimidated. He hopes.

“King! There you are!”

For real?! He seriously has the worst luck. Maybe if he doesn’t answer, Silverfang will go away.

Silverfang does not go away. He actually walks a little closer. He even pats King on the shoulder. “I was surprised to learn you came. You don’t seem like a party-type.”

Well. At least some things stay true no matter what.

Silverfang doesn’t seem offended or discouraged by his silence. He goes on. “I’m not really much of a party-person myself. But it’s nice to be out every now and again.”

“What’s so nice about it?”

It’s official. The universe is trying to screw him over. This is a dedicated campaign to really mess him up. It’s like a cosmic DdoS attack.

Tatsumaki floats down from wherever she was hanging around. Literally looking down at everyone, he guesses.

“This is just some cheap gimmick to get the Association some money!” she announces right into his ear.

“That may be. Still. There’s good food. And music. A perfect time to ease up.”

“The cheese is stale. The music is bland. And if I wanted to relax, I’d be at home.”

She’s right. About being at home. She’s so right. If King could, he’d be nodding so hard. But King doesn’t really do that - willful expression of emotion. He’s an aloof bastard, that King.

Silverfang ignores Tatsumaki, turning to face him more. He has no reason to. It’s not like they were having a conversation of any kind. Silverfang would have a better time talking to a wall. Why is he still trying with him? Why?!

“King, you really should socialize more. It’s a waste of your youth, just watching the world go by.”

He’s perfectly fine with that. The world could pass him on the street and he’d barely give it a glance. It never gave him much to offer anyways. Of course, he can’t just say that. To Bang.

“Oh please! As if there’s anybody worth talking to in this dump. Can you believe the Association? The only real waste here is the waste of our time!”

“I think it’s good for the S Rank to mingle a little more.”

“You just want more students for that trashy dojo of yours.”

“The thought crossed my mind. But we weren’t talking about that. We were talking about King here.”

No. Please. Continue talking about that. King tries very hard to phase through the wall. It doesn’t work. They turn to him.

“Well how about it, King? Why not chat with someone?” Bang looks around. “Oh! Saitama’s here, I see. And he doesn’t seem too busy.”

“Caped Baldy?” Tatsumaki squawks. “You want King talking to that B Rank nobody? Have you finally gone senile?”

He breathes in a fast, shallow breath. He tries to open his mouth but his lips stick together. He feels his pulse speed up, the beat a little muffled but not for too long.

“They could become great friends! We certainly won’t know until King talks to him.”

“Of course, we’d know! What kind of company -”

“So how about it, King?”

“Hey, don’t ignore me!”

His pulse is now audible, very audible. He clenches his hands, trying to calm down. It feels like his skin shrunk, suddenly two sizes too tight. He’s vaguely aware of Bang and Tatsumaki shrinking back.

“I have. Better things to do. Than make small talk. With someone. I’ve never heard of.”

King risks a glance. Bang is frowning. Tatsumaki is grinning.

“I expected better from you, King. I thought you wouldn’t buy into the whole S Rank ego nonsense.”

“And why shouldn’t he? Sure, the S Rank are a bunch of clowns. But at least King can be competent! We’re above the sort of - Hey! Where are you going?!”

They opened the doors. Party’s over. People are heading out. King ignores the screeching behind him and follows the crowd. Tatsumaki’s annoyed with him but she’s always annoyed. He can’t bring himself to care now that he’s on his way out. His pulse even slows down.

Halfway to the exit, a glint catches his eyes. It’s an animal reflex, really. Something shiny, something moves and humans look. It’s for a second, maybe even half of that. But King turns and sees - wow. He really is completely bald. His name is Caped Baldy, sure. So it’s not like a surprise. But King was expecting some middle-aged dude with a receding hairline or like a really big bald spot. But no, this guy’s scalp is totally bare, absolutely naked. His head’s so shiny, it’s reflecting light which caught his attention.

Then he abruptly realizes the bald guy is also looking right at him. Their gazes lock for all of one second. But it’s enough to send King scrambling. The guy definitely noticed him staring. Like a weirdo. Oh man. He quickens his pace. His heartbeat gets a little excited and people start clearing a path for him. He’s out the door within a minute.

He must’ve seen like such a jackass. There’s definitely weirder people to stare at. For crying out loud, Watchdog Man wears a fursuit 24/7. And he’s over here eyeing some guy just ‘cuz he didn’t have any hair. C'mon, dude. Lots of people are bald. This guy shouldn’t be so special.

Except. King can’t help but feel a sort of deja vu. Like he’s met this guy before. Like there’s something important he’s forgetting.

It really shouldn't bother him. He's not famous. Saitama knows that. It's the whole reason he went pro. It's the reason he's at this fancy, little shindig eating weird cheeses and mini hotdogs. No, wait. Rich people like to call them sausages. Whatever. He pulls another snack off a passing tray. Seriously, these things were so small. Rich people can buyout a literal buffet but they always serve such small plates. He'll never understand. What was he thinking about again? The doors open. The band finishes their song. It looks like the party's over. He turns, searching for wherever Genos went. The guy chased after some poor waiter because Saitama said something about wanting a drink. Man. That guy really needed to chill. His eyes pass over the room. He doesn't see Genos. He does see this tall, blond dude. It's kinda hard not to. The dude is that tall. And in a hurry, it seems like. The guy is pushing through the crowd and then turns to glance over his shoulder. Saitama meets his eyes for like a second, maybe half of that. Oh. That's right. Popularity. Fame. Recognition. Just even a little bit. Sure, he didn't become a hero to be like a superstar. But he thought, you know, after everything he's done maybe people would... Man, he doesn't know what. But it makes sense - or at least, he thought it did - that people should know him by now. He's not much for bragging but he's done a lot... Hasn't he? "Hey Genos, what do you think I'm doing wrong?" Genos walks up to him. He's dripping. Something is splashed all over his face and hair and shirt. Genos doesn't seem bothered by this, triumphantly holding up a glass of fizzy stuff. He hands it over to Saitama. "Here, Sensei! I got you that drink!" "Aa. Thanks." Now Saitama feels bad. Genos definitely looks like he got into some trouble getting this for him. "I don't think you can do anything wrong." "Hmm? What?" Saitama looks up from eyeing his drink. "You asked what you were doing wrong," Genos explains. "And I don't think you can." "Sheesh, dude. Quit trying that with me." Saitama takes a sip, just to have something to do that isn't looking at Genos. So intense, this guy. "I was just thinking about... Stuff, I guess. Is it weird to assume people have heard of me?" "No," Genos replies, quick enough that Saitama glances back at him. There's no hesitation in that reply. "I have seen the feats you perform on a regular basis. Each far exceeded the capacity of any known hero. Your obscurity is not just strange - it's an outright absurdity." Wow. He's. Confident. Like, it's good that he's saying that. So maybe Saitama isn't so crazy thinking that stuff. But also like, Genos can get pretty biased when it comes to him. And it's not like Saitama knows enough about the other heroes to compare himself. "Why do you ask?" Saitama blinks at Genos. "Hmm?" "Why do you ask?" "Oh. Nuthin'. Just some guy.”

“What guy? Did he insult you-” Really. It's so weird that he's hung up on that. He doesn't usually care about the things people say. He for real doesn't. Except, you know, it's like... Something he's been thinking about lately.... It's the timing, that's all. Someone says the stuff on your mind. That can screw anybody up. A loud whirring noise catches his attention. He turns to Genos to find him steaming - as in literally steam is rising from his shoulder plates, his arm guards, even his synthetic hair. And it's a bit unfair, he thinks. Cyborgs don't need hair. So Genos must have specifically asked for it. But there's nothing wrong with being bald! Oh wait. Genos is still talking. "-burn them! I will incinerate their ashes and their ashes' ashes." "Okay. Whoa. Slow your roll there, buddy. It's cool. You know I don't really care about that sort of thing." Genos pauses. His incinerators stop charging up. "Sensei." Saitama braces himself for another compliment. He is never gonna get used to that. "Yeah?" "You're a terrible liar." "Sure, you..." Wait. "Huh? Huuuuuuuh?!"

The party ends. The days pass. He stops thinking about it.

Okay, well, he tries to. A lot of stuff happens and he gets a pretty harsh reminder. Some fish-man - merman? - thrashed a whole bunch of heroes. And Saitama is sure they tried their best. But their best wasn’t enough. And the day still needed to be saved… so he saved it.

He just made everybody else look like chumps. And that’s… That can’t be helped. The gap between him and everyone else… He knows it’s that wide. But it didn’t use to bother anybody except him. And then the whole… That jerkface with his snide little - He didn’t need to go rubbing it in like that. As if Saitama didn’t know. As if standing there, still wet from the rain, with the corpse of yet another monster at his feet, as if he wasn’t fully aware of how…

...

Anyways. He lied. He laughed and he lied and he looked up at the clear, blue sky. And a small, soft part of him - tucked away someplace dark and forgotten - wished they didn’t believe him so easily. But they did. And now, he’s a villain.

That’s fine. He can’t say it’s too drastic of a change from how things usually are. People always think he’s some kinda troublemaker - a no-good kid all grown up into a no-good guy. Whatever, okay! The day is saved. That’s what matters.

It wasn’t all bad. He met someone new. He did get some thanks. That was nice. Oh and he got a promotion which was cool. And hey, maybe if he got really high up there, then he might get fans. There’s no way a fake can get into the top, right? He can show them all.

So, okay. He really has been thinking about the whole “popularity” thing. He’s thought about it more than he ever did before. But then, there hadn’t been like this system he had to follow. He thought his strength spoke for itself. Guess not. Geez, being a hero didn’t use to be this much work.

But he’s got nothing better to do. That’s why he followed Genos to this S-rank meeting. He probably shouldn’t be there. And by “probably”, he means definitely. Two steps in, and he’s already getting dissed. Not even a minute later, he’s dissed again. Does the S stand for the sticks up their asses? Sheesh.

So of course, Saitama is not super surprised to see that tall, blond dude again. And yes! Fine! He still remembers what the guy said in that party ages ago. It just figures that he would be S-rank. He certainly had the right attitude.

Saitama tries to ignore him. But… The dude just keeps staring at him? Like his eyes are just fixed on Saitama. He wanted to look back, just lock eyes with the guy, maybe start some shit? He doesn’t know why else the dude would pay him so much attention. He figured he must’ve offended the guy. He doesn’t have a clue how except that he did. But like, so what? Some blond, S-rank stuck-up disliked him? He can get in line.

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askcaffeinehazard · 7 years

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About me!

Decided to fill the whole thing out :F

1. What is you middle//full name? Samantha Marion [redacted]

2. How old are you? 26~

3. What is your birthday? 14th November, 1990

4. What is your zodiac sign? Scorpio, baby!

5. What is your favorite color? Green, duh

6. What’s your lucky number? Don’t really have one?

7. Do you have any pets? Yep! Currently only two cats and a bunch of fish personally. I sadly had to rehome the ratties after Virgil bit me pretty bad (caused nerve damage in my finger) Now that I have full time work, I don’t have the time to have done trust training all over again. I found a loving home with a very keen young girl who’s willing to do all the trust training he needs c: Our household currently has two dogs, four cats and a bunch of fish though.

8. Where are you from? Queensland, Australia

9. How tall are you? 5′3″ or 160cm

10. What shoe size are you? 7-8 women’s or 5-6 men’s depending on the make

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like.. two pairs of work shoes, one pair of sneakers and maybe two dress shoes.

12. What was your last dream about? It was pretty fucked up.. Let’s not go into it :F

13. What talents do you have? I have a really long tongue?

14. Are you psychic in any way? Nope

15. Favorite song? Don’t currently have a “favorite” but I do like Unbound and Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch.

16. Favorite movie? Don’t currently have one.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Spades hurrr

18. Do you want children? My animals are my children

19. Do you want a church wedding? Nope! I’d like a garden wedding <3

20. Are you religious? No, sorry.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? When I was a baby, I was severely dehydrated and almost died 8D Apart from that, nope.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Only for not wearing a helmet on my push bike.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Dr Chris Brown (famous vet in Australia. Aka The Bondai Vet)

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? None! But I do have panda slippers on 8D

26. Have you ever been famous? Nope, I think I prefer it that way

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? God no.

28. What type of music do you like? I like heavier music. Five Finger Death Punch, Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica. That sort of stuff. I also love Lindsey Stirling

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Lol, yes.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One boomerang pillow. It’s the best thing ever.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my side with one arm under my head.

32. How big is your house? We have 6 bedrooms, I prefer a smaller house honestly but Hazz had this house before I moved in :P

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Usually a toasted sandwich or marmalade on toast.

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Nope, unless a pellet gun counts.

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yesss, I love it!

36. Favorite clean word? Nugget (also Haru’s nickname :F )

37. Favorite swear word? Fuck-knuckle

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I tried to do an all nighter and passed out by 6am .__. I NEED MY SLEEP, OKAY?!

39. Do you have any scars? Way too many to count..

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yep, lol.

41. Are you a good liar? Nope 8D

42. Are you a good judge of character? I like to think I am

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yep, I can do stereotypical American, Southern, British, and that’s about it 8D

44. Do you have a strong accent? I’m Australian so... Yes, I have an Australian accent. Though I’ve been told that I don’t sound like a typical Aussie.

45. What is your favorite accent? Uhhh I do love Irish and Scottish though I have trouble understanding it sometimes :F

46. What is your personality type? Anxious, weird, shares way too much about herself.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Uhh probably my fursuit.

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes, I can also turn it upside down and poke it out. The benefits of a very long tongue.

49. Are you an innie or an outie? Deep innie

50. Left or right handed? Right handed.

51. Are you scared of spiders? Depends if it’s venomous or huge or not.

52. Favorite food? Is coffee a food?

53. Favorite foreign food? The the moment it’s Japanese curry

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy :/

55. Most used phrased? (Not sure off the top of my head)

56. Most used word? (Also not sure)

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Like ten minutes, if that.

58. Do you have much of an ego? Not at all

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck at first and then bite when I get bored.

60. Do you talk to yourself? I have DID so.. is it technically talking to myself or my alters?

61. Do you sing to yourself? See above.

62. Are you a good singer? HEEELLL no

63. Biggest Fear? Natural disasters, end of the world.

64. Are you a gossip? Yes, I can be.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? I don’t really watch dramatic movies

66. Do you like long or short hair? Short hair on females, long hair on males.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Fuck no. We don’t learn about American states in Australia.

68. Favorite school subject? Art and English

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Major Introvert.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope

71. What makes you nervous? Everything ?

72. Are you scared of the dark? Very much so.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Yes, but I try not to. I don’t want to sound pretentious.

74. Are you ticklish? Nope

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Nope, but as a kid/teen I did help spread one..

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I ran an art class once for a very short time so...yes?

77. Have you ever drank underage? Yes, and I regret it.

78. Have you ever done drugs? Never

79. Who was your first real crush? I THINK it was some kid named Diarmid (Dee for short) in my fourth grade class?

80. How many piercings do you have? Six in total

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ Yep

82. How fast can you type? I have a tested speed of 89WPM with a 99% accuracy

83. How fast can you run? Not very fast at all

84. What color is your hair? Black and green

85. What color is your eyes? Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to? The glue in bandaids

87. Do you keep a journal? Not anymore. I used to at the request of my psychologist.

88. What do your parents do? Mum works as a cleaner. Step dad works as a bobcat and excavator driver in the mines

89. Do you like your age? Eh, it’ll change in a few months.

90. What makes you angry? Lots of things. Rude people, ungrateful people, people who take advantage of others, liars, inconsiderate people, animal abusers.

91. Do you like your own name? Nope. And I HATE my last name. Can’t wait to change it.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Yes, but I don’t really plan on having kids. I love the name Vincent and Arcana.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Currently neither. I have a nephew and I’m happy enough with that.

94. What are you strengths? I am good at listening to what is troubling people and offering advice based on my own experiences.

95. What are your weaknesses? MOST THINGS. Anything to do with the public and strangers.

96. How did you get your name? Apparently Samantha was a very uncommon name when I was born and my dad was like “Let’s call her that” when I was born.

97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not to my knowledge. One was a convict, though.

98. Color of your room? Basic boring white walls.

99. Color of your bedspread? Greenish sheets and grey striped blanket.

100. Make up your own question Nah.

Original questions by http://kpop-babygirl.tumblr.com/

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exotahu · 5 years

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Bronycon 2019 “THE END”

Okay so... I kinda procrastinated on putting this out. I wrote the shell right after the con but only now finished it for posting. I don’t use tumblr much anymore but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to put this. Here is my rundown of the 2019 Bronycon. As per usual, this was written in pieces over time and might be a bit of a mess. I’m not the most coherent person when it comes to writing this sort of thing. So for one final time, Here we go. I apologize if tumblr breaks it all.

Wednesday

The power went out as I was getting ready to leave. I had everything pretty well prepared ahead of time this time.

I was super stressed about things going wrong and of fucking shit up actually helped me get my shit together. Still thought, I left the goddamn pop-tarts behind I had bought to have cheap easy breakfasts, but oh well, wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. Left a little bit later than planned but, we weren't too terribly late either despite all this, and we got to Baltimore in good time. Made a couple stops a long the way. Found a nowhere gas station with a super yikes level sticker display next to a rack of GFT comics. Place sure had an aura about it that did not suit my pastel-horse ribbon wearing shenanigans. Made another stop and bought some twisted tea tall boys that I never ended up drinking at some other rando gas station. Made another stop at the Speedway that was a Hess and got some hot dogs. The one with the M&T next to it, that I've stopped at almost every time I've gone down. It’s dumb, but I’m gonna miss that spot. Some of these places, though dumb and random to anyone else, have memories. Like sitting on the hood of my Geo just shooting the shit with friends on the way to Otakon, or my first solo trip where I unintentionally scared the shit outta my parents cause I accidently made them think I was on the wrong side of the state or how I always took the wrong turn and had to use a middle school parking lot to turn around. Recorded a bunch with my phone cause its gonna be a long time until I’m back to some of these places. Little videos or pictures for nostalgic purposes. Made it into the hotel. No issues with the weirdness with the room reservation, thank god. (I had to do some nonsense with having two reservations and rewards points and stuff due to not getting Sunday night in the con block) Pre-reg was starting at 6 and going until late some time so we did other stuff instead. We went to Tir na Nog for dinner and hung out in the inner harbor, went to Barnes and Noble then the ice cream place. Just some of the staples of hanging out in the Inner Harbor. Went to CVS and I bought some more pop-tarts to replace the ones I left at home. Then we went to pre-reg to pick up badges. Line was pretty huge at the start when we walked past to go get dinner, figured it’d get smaller over time, but holy fuck it didn’t. Pretty sure they had no idea that many people were going to show up which was unfortunately a pretty accurate descriptor of the whole weekend tbh. We waited in line for like two hours, but it went fast enough and was kinda fun. Lots of songs being sung and merriment, especially for a two hour line. A bunch of people asked me about my digital badge or goggles. It’s funny how often the answer to “Where did you get those” is so often “Here a couple years ago” or “Otakon, a whole bunch of year ago”. A 4th of all the people registered showed up supposedly. So many people showed up that they capped line but we were already in. Not much to do after so we went back to the hotel for sleep. Got to bed Pretty early. The bar trot wasn't this night so we just went back. Got a great night of sleep sleeping on a mattress that wasn't butt, almost 8 hours. I wish my mattress at home was as good as this hotel one.

Thursday

Today was the bonus day. There wasn't much going on con-wise, which was fine. It was good to just relax and wander. I got to meet up with a friend from a discord server I'm in. Wandered around a while and took pictures. Also met up with someone who is actually from Baltimore but is moving to Syracuse (and only like a couple days after the con) Waited for vendor hall to open and hung out as a group for a while. There was a big line to get into vendor. It was in a weird spot this time, inside of the harmony plaza and not its own space. Bought a KDA Akali mask but mostly just did a scope out. The vendor was packed. A little more cramped due to the limited space. It was a little hard to move. Couldn’t maintain unit cohesion. Learned the layout though and where most of the vendors were. Got to briefly see a few other cool people from that Discord sever. Planned to do most of my buying, but Justin lost his hotel key (always get spares), had to go let him in the room. On the way back I did a Rayquaza raid with a couple friends. Me and Josh forgot we were one day away from best friends in game and that raids count towards the daily interaction so we didn't pop a lucky egg, whoops. Ate at Jimmy Johns before going to meet up for opening. Unfortunately, Opening got capped due to space. The BCC got shared with a Rubix cube competition so we only had half the space because I don't think they planned on having their highest attendance ever at over 10k people. We didn't have the top floor big hall so the Mane Hall was in where palooza was and it's certainly not sized to hold that many people. This would be a difficulty the whole weekend. I got back into the Harmony Plaza/Vendor Hall. They were livestreaming the Mane Hall, so the staff set up a huge monitor in Harmony Plaza to watch it sorta live. It was pretty emotional. Even the BCC president showed up and said we should keep going. That was a little rough. Then they did something neat. They got Gilbert Gottfried to sing/read This Day Aria. Everyone in the room went bananas. It was hilarious. I met back up with everyone at the hotel and we headed to the bars. Part of our group went to a ramen place they all like. There wasn't enough space for all of us without waiting an forever, so me and Justin just went to the bars. I started drinking at the Dogs Watch. They didn't have any pony themed drinks but there were pony decorations and music playing. It's a nice atmosphere, it's a bit hard to explain, being in an alcohol establishment with music from a colorful pastel horse show playing. I had 3 vodka cranberries. Met back with everyone and went to The Admiral. They had almost no Trixie left, but still enough for me to have one. And I fucking did it, I got the recipe or at the very least I know the materials. Had some of the other drinks too. There was a Pinkie, Twilight and I believe Tempest? The bartender used Champagne for the Pinkie themed drink because it was the last Bronycon. I had a bunch of those, a couple of the others, then a mix of everything. Everyone in our group went back in groups. Me, Sam and Cody were the last ones in our group. Met up with some cool people. One of the guys ordered a Vodka shot for everyone, and then a Tequila shot. After that before I left I thanked the bartender one more time for all he's done to make the bar one of the highlights of our yearly trip and all the cool theme drinks. (Seriously, if you're ever in Baltimore and drink alcohol, go to Fells Point. Find the Admiral Fell Inn, it's a little underground bar and it is AMAZING, and the bartender is a really cool guy.) Our newly formed group left. We didn't want to walk all the way back to our hotels drunk, which funny enough were all next to each other so we summoned a Lyft. While waiting we took a group selfie. We took two, Cody was missing from the first one and then Sam was missing from the other. Plus there was a random guy in both of them we didn't know who it was. THey were seconds apart and I still don't know how that happened. I got a selfie in front of a lingerie shop which amused drunk me greatly. The Lyft came and we all got in, Don't Stop Believing started playing and we all started singing along. It was a good ride back. We got back and me and one other person decided hey, Palooza is still going, lets go. Met up with a fursuiter on the way. Got to catch the last couple acts. It’s a hell of a time drunk. I could feel the soles of my feet vibrating. I had a blast and then went back to the hotel after it ended. Got to bed at like 3. It's fun to stay up doing the late things but it makes it hard to do early things.

Friday

I tried to get up early so I could get there earlier to get one of Baron's commission slots. Alcohol didn't cause many problems outside of a minor headache and mild plumbing problems. Still slowed me down a little. Surprisingly not really hung over aside from that, despite how much I drank. Drink water everybody, it really does help. I went to the con and got into vendor hall. I bought some stuff. I got a Soarin' daki, a game for a friend, among some other things. I bought some original art from Baron too. Didn't get there in time for a commission though. Went to the comic vendor and bought my comics. I'm only missing a couple now. Ended up getting into the line for Whoves Line almost on accident. Got in with no issues, which was cool. It’s good fun, they put on a good show. There was a proposal too which was neat, especially how they did it. Dropped stuff off at the hotel. Went to meet up with our other group and got to see the other hotel we’ve never stayed in. It's fancy af. Our group went to Bubba Gumps and I went in. I figured if it's gonna be my last time here for a very long time I was gonna do it big. Someone jokingly said I should get two Shrimper's Heavens. And then I did it, plus my usual shrimp cocktail. The Great Shrimp Massacre of 2019. Also discovered that their cheese sticks are fuckin massive and I wish I had known. I got a bunch of them that the others couldn't eat. I ate all of that. I did it big. Plumbing didn’t even break. Dropped 100$ at once. It's the most I have very spent on one restaurant trip. I don’t think I’ll be doing that again, but hey, for the final BronyCon that's kinda the point isn't it? We went to ice cream place. (Okay so I don't eat ice cream but they sell some really good tea) Then we went to the Palooza. Forgot to change my socks. Knee-high stockings no good for rave as I discovered. Vylet’s set was absolutely fantastic. (I mean all the acts were great, but she’s a favorite). Also got to see the secret guest whose name was obscured the whole time. I knew who I wanted it to be, and it was. Garnika came back for one more and played a wonderful set. Like usual we stayed the whole thing. It’s so much fun despite knowing waking up will be hard cause I’ll only get like 4 sleep. There is like this odd sense of dread knowing the effect the late night is going to have on you, but you stay anyway because there is such an energy you can't pull yourself away from.

Saturday

Once again I tried to get up early to get a commission slot form Baron. Didn’t end up making it, however, he said he’d do it anyway, and mail it out. (I'm referring to Baron Engel, he's an artist I really like, go look him up!) It's a picture of Fluttershy dressed as Jotaro from JJBA. I've gotten it now and it's really good! I bought more stuff, including another daki that Kyle and Josh jokingly pointed out to me. Didn't think I was going to, but I couldn't turn down the price the guy gave me. I lined up for VA panel script reading. It was an EqG script about the cast graduating and the Celestias swapping places and causing chaos. It was not so subtly about the end of the con. I started to tear up. I realized that was gonna be a common theme throughout the weekend, I fuckin knew it. I do not like crying, especially in public. The closer we got to the end the worse it got. Ran into the cosplay photoshoot which was neat, and there was another proposal. After that I made a hotel deposit and got some Jimmy Johns, and then went to anthology panel. Because of course it was, Gardevoir community day was the same weekend as the con. I bought a new Pokemon+ thing that does it automatically, so I still got to play despite being in a panel or in line for most of it. It was alright. Anthology was great (and holy shit a little raunchier than usual), But then at the end they told us that it was actually longer and they had to cut it for time. (To which I call bullshit, any additional content I’ve seen was far too explicit for the actual con, lul). Went to the Palooza for one final time. I remembered to change my socks this time. Saw Black Gryph0n and Michelle Creber, and then the super band made up of a large variety of fandom musicians. It was really cool. Even got to hear an orchestral performance of one of 4everfree's songs which is something I've not seen them do before. Things ran a little long and it threw the schedule off a bunch. 2 AM hit and Eruobeat hadn't gone yet. (2 is usually when we have to leave by) But Eurobeat did get to do his set despite this because whoever was in charge decided to be cool. "We're suposed to be out by 2, but its 2 and Eurobeat has to play still. We can stay for this but, but when it’s over I'm gonna need y’all to get the fuck out.” And then Eurobeat performed he was one of the first fandom musicians and one of the first to perform at the original BronyPalooza. And of course, for his final song, he performed his 2019 version of Discord. The whole fuckin' room went nuts. It was nothing short of magical. It was the perfect way to end it, the final Bronypalooza. The energy in the room was insane. Bronypalooza was always one of my favorite parts of the con. I’m told other EDM concerts are crazier, but I don’t know if I want crazier. There was something absolutely magical about a room full of all different kinds of people losing their shit to pastel horse based music waving dakis and plushies and some in full fursuit and some in cosplay and some in plain clothes and every kinda nonsense you can imagine. Just rocking out and having a good time. It's an experience and a kind of magic that I don’t know what will ever be able to compare. I'll never forget it.

Sunday

THE FINAL DAY. I switched over reservations with no issues and went to the con. Ended up mostly wandering around the vendor hall yeeting money away before lining up for closing. I recorded a bunch of wandering around. There was a Bronycon memorial shrine that was set up too that people had left all sorts of crazy stuff at too. I bought some random but cool stuff. I also commissioned a badge of my pony character! (Better late than never huh?) Was gonna buy a couple things but ended up not. I ran into Vylet wandering the vendor hall! Got a picture with her and Namii!. Lined up for closing, which turned into a bit of a clusterfuck. It got capped again due to room. In the clusterfuck I was able to meet back up with Andy, Sam, and Justin. However while in line I got to see a whole bunch of con staff set up huge monitors to stream it to the overflow room so as many people as possible can see it. It was... very emotional, was pretty much just sobbing in a whole room full of people. Got a conclusion to the mascot storyline too. I never want to forget how I feel after these things. Walking out of the con center for the last time was fucking surreal. I've been there so many times. I remember being confused by the layout the first couple times and by the end, I had the whole thing memorized. (Okay, I couldn't remember lobby names for shit, but I knew where it all was.) I cried a whole bunch as we all walked out together reminiscing. We sat in the hotel room as a group just kinda being sad and reminiscing and decompressing for a little while. Then we went to a bar after party event things in a place I’d never been. It was a pretty relaxing atmosphere. Instead of being in the bar we sat outside on these sofa things on the deck rather than watching the concert on the inside (But hoenstly it was so loud you could hear it well enough). A lot of the non-EDM rock musicians there. It was honestly really nice sitting there under the open sky just listening to music. Feeling the sunset while the city lights get brighter and the sky fades to dark was nice. I checked Pokemon Go since I had my automatic bracelet thing doing it's thing, turns out I caught a random Shiny Alolan Geodude. I nicknamed it the Bronycon Memorial Rock, it's a Golem now. Had some shots too. After a while we went back to the hotel. We decided to do a Insomnia Cookie order, since it went so well last year. And oh was it a clusterfuck. So we made our order. I forgot to mention that we were in a hotel so I called them and they said they'd call us when they got there and that I would come down. Roughly 15 minutes later, the call came. I said I'd be down. I went to the lobby and found a delivery man with a white box. He comes up to me and asks me if I was the one that ordered pizza. Nope, wasn't me. He got a little frustrated but continued to wait for his people. No cookie delivery guy. I call him back. This was basically the convo: "Hello, I'm down in the lobby but I can't find you" "Wait, it wasn't you that picked up the cookies?" "No I just got here, there is a confused pizza man down here though." (I should note that they're both white square boxes) "Oh fuck I'm so sorry I gave it to the wrong person we'll remake your order and come back" "No problem man, it happens to the best of us, I'll just wait down in the lobby this time" I repeated the order, he apologized and hung up. The pizza guy just left the pizza with the front desk. I saw that they still had the menus up for the pony themed alcohol so I ordered an Applejack(Apple brandy, hard cider and ice). Accidentally ended up calling another friend trying to call the cookie guy back who also happened to be at a bar back home and had a chat about what we were drinking/doing so that was cool. Eventually the cookie guy came back and we had cookies. Then everyone wanted pizza. Yet another clusterfuck occurred, turns out they ran out of dough or something so after like a half hour wait, we got our money back. After that we just went to sleep.

Monday

We packed everything up and loaded the car when we got up. Then we decided to have one last day in the inner harbor. We went to Tir Na Nog as a big group for one last time, then headed to the aquarium. The aquarium is nifty. I like to watch the jellyfish. They're so goddamn relaxing. Even one of the employees said the same thing. We left and took a group picture in the harbor before finally heading back. Once again, leaving was a bit sombre, there was just such a finality to it, walking past the BCC down Pratt St. After hanging out in the hotel lobby for a little bit, we got on the road to home. During the ride back, It ended up coming up why the area is significant to me and why I wanted to do certain things and why this whole crazy thing started in the first place. I never really bring it up, but it felt kinda good to talk about it. It was a relatively uneventful ride home. We stopped at a McDonalds at some point. Got home, unpacked and crashed, feeling exhausted from the weekend.

Conclusion:

Yeah it's no secret I procrastinated writing/finishing this for a couple months. I guess I just didn't want to deal with it being over. I've mentioned before that this con and the surrounding area is pretty important to me. A yearly tradition that I looked forward to and saved for. I had gone to Otakon almost every year between 2006-2012. Once I realized interest in Otakon had waned, I got kinda sad, but then something wild happened. Bronycon announced they were moving down to a new location. The Baltimore Inner Harbor in the BCC. I had been talking with a couple friends about going to the next Bronycon and that absolutely cemented it. That was 2013. Then in 2014, I was contacted by some guy my dad worked with who was wondering if I had intended to go the next year. That's how I met Andy. I made a bunch of friends through the con/show and reconnected with old ones too. I made sure to go down every year since. Aside from 2010, I've gone to the Baltimore Inner Harbor every year since 06. It's gonna be hard knowing I won't be back there for a while most likely. I've got a bunch of memories down here across many years. I know this has been totally disjointed because I'm writing it months later, coming off the MLP series finale, so I'm feeling some feels. I think that's part of why I decided to finish it now. I've said for a while that Bronycon was one of the best conventions I've ever attended. The atmosphere was something unique and magical. I don't think I could ever describe it properly. I don't think I'll ever find anything that quite captures the magic, but one thing is sure, I'm never gonna forget the times we've had here. It really has been magic.

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