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Chapter Thirteen - Midterms and Halloween Mishaps

Part 4: Party Crashers

By 9pm the party was in full swing, Halloween-themed music blared from the speakers placed strategically throughout the living room and kitchen. Black and orange decorations adorned the walls and smoke machines pushed out a steady stream of fog that effectively hid anything below ankle-level in a thick gray smog. Huge fake cobwebs spanned the corners of the rooms with mechanical spiders crawling about them, their metallic joints clicking menacingly. Small animatronic witches cackled every other moment and harrowing howls sounded from somewhere in the house at regular intervals. When you asked Kiego about the location of the ambient noises, he simply winked, shrugged, and offered you a drink as a change of conversation.

The kitchen countertops were laden with Katsuki’s food, most of which had been consumed almost immediately only to be replaced by other dishes he had stored in the fridge and freezer. Several bowls of candy and Halloween-themed snacks were placed about the kitchen and living room where the main party took place, being refilled every so often by Keigo or Katsuki.

To say the party was a hit with your friends would be an understatement; they had all shown up roughly around the same time in elaborate costumes, both to impress their respective friends' soulmates and win the costume contest you had devised at the last minute. The winner, you had told them, would get to take home a dessert of their choice prepared by Katsuki at the end of the night. You had planned on giving everyone’s costume a fair shake, you really had! But when Momo showed up in a stunning white ball gown adorned with jewels that glittered like stars under even the dim party light, you knew who was taking the prize home that night.

“The dress itself is a genuine relic,” You heard her telling Ochaco, Tsu, Toga, and Mina who had all surrounded her the moment she walked in “but the jewels are from the family vault. They’re non-authentic but similarly cut to the originals that Marie Antoinette would have worn.”

Jiro, who was dressed as a vampire in rather authentic-looking gothic garb, slung her arm around Momo’s neck and kissed her forehead. “The makeup around her neck was my idea,” she stated, and for the first time you noticed the ring of fake gore around Momo’s throat, “had to make sure she really looked like old Antoinette right? Post-guillotine and all.”

You chuckled and moved further into the party. Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and, surprisingly enough, Iida, were all in the middle of a limbo contest while Katsuki stood watching off to the side with Izuku and Shouto.

“Hey you three!” You greeted enthusiastically as you got closer to them, “enjoying the party so far?”

The sour look on Katsuki’s face vanished the second he spotted you, replaced by a small grin as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on and pressed his shoulder into yours.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, letting his head drop to touch yours momentarily, “I’m guessing you’ve seen Momo’s getup then?”

“Yep!” You said, placing the briefest of kisses to his shoulder, “I’ve found the winner of the contest for sure.”

Katsuki didn’t respond, only when you looked at his shocked and puzzled expression did you realize that you had never actually kissed any of your soulmates before, on the shoulder or otherwise. You felt your face heat up as you wracked your brain desperately for a change in topic.

“It’s you of course,” you stammered, a bit too shrill even to your ears, “who else would I give the prize to other than my number one?”

Shit that might have made it worse! But it seemed Katsuki wanted to change the topic as well, because he schooled his face back into his passive bored expression and rolled his eyes.

“You know I might have held you to that if the prize wasn’t something I could whip up myself on the weekend,” he huffed but grinned at you a moment later “Thanks though, I’ll be sure to remind the others who your number one is.”

You spluttered as he smirked and walked off. You shook your head exasperated and turned to find Shouto and Izuku beaming at you. Your face went hot again as you opened your mouth to say something, only to have a loud thump cut you off before you could even begin. Spinning around you saw Kaminari flat on his back glaring up at Sero, who had apparently knocked his feet out from under him right as he was about to clear the lowest limbo bar.

Grateful for the distraction you moved away from your two best friends and around the limbo contest, now turned wrestling match, and into the corner where you found Hitoshi and Dabi both leaning up against the wall.

“Hello there cuties,” you greeted “Having a good time?”

“You know it,” Hitoshi’s deep timber never failed to send shivers up your spine, even when he was saying the most mundane of things, “you enjoying yourself as well kitten?”

“But of course!” You said, playing off the effect the pet name had on you “If you happen upon Katsuki, don’t believe anything he says about being number one at anything, okay?”

“I never do,” Hitoshi chuckled, taking a swig of his drink and watching Kaminari attempt to body slam Sero. You hummed in response and  leaned forward to spy Dabi on his other side. “Having a good time, Dabs?”

Dabi didn’t respond immediately, instead turning his head towards you very slowly and blinking owlishly. He seemed to just realize you had gotten there, and he jolted a moment later after realizing you had addressed him.

“Like your costume, mouse,” he made an attempt at his usual cocky smirk but missed the mark when his face twitched and he faltered into a soft giggle. You cocked you head to the side and considered this odd behavior.

“He’s high,” Hitoshi clarified for you at your puzzled look, “higher than most here, I’d say.” 

It was then you noticed the acrid smell permeating the air, it was so light that it was almost undetectable unless you were actively trying to find it. Looking around you noticed a few of the others looked a little less aware of their surroundings than some, and even a few people giggling out of nowhere.

“People are high already?” You asked incredulously “the party has only been on for an hour and a half!”

Hitoshi shrugged and grinned at you “Told you this would happen, you can stick by me for a bit if you’re uncomfortable, I’ve dealt with high Kaminari enough to know how to navigate a conversation with someone who’s blasted.”

You shook your head, “I should be fine but thank you,” you gave him a quick smile before moving further into the party.

You didn’t have to go far before you stumbled up on Tamaki who was sitting on the couch deep in conversation with Mirio, Nejire, Rumi, and Shinya. Rumi had what looked like a pile of heavy dark blankets on her lap, you reasoned that she was probably cold in her skimpy bunny costume. You plopped yourself down on Tamaki’s other side and he started at your sudden presence. Turning to you he blushed at your sudden proximity and stammered out something that sounded like a greeting, but was drowned out by the music thudding through the walls.

You grinned and pressed your shoulder into his to indicate you understood. He smiled at turned back to Mirio and Nejire who were now discussing Mirio’s lack of chess skills. You listened for a bit before standing up to move towards the kitchen. Rumi flung her hand out to stop you before you had gone to far.

You gave her an inquisitive look but she only smiled in return. “Name’s Rumi,” she said unnecessarily, “I wanted to introduce myself properly, even though Keigo’s already told you who I am.”

You shook her outstretched hand and smiled “Thanks, its nice to finally talk to you in person,” you said as she leaned back and chuckled. 

“I’d stand up to talk to you proper but I’ve got my lap full right now, as you can probably see,” You look inquisitively at the blankets only to have them shuffle and reveal themselves to be a person.

“Ah!” You said as Rumi wrapped her arms around the skinny form of Tomura Shigaraki. You opened your mouth to say something again but snapped it closed when you noticed Shigaraki’s face blushing brighter than the setting sun.

“I should probably find Keigo,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too rude. Rumi just grinned at you and placed a kiss to Shigaraki’s nose, making his blush extend to his now exposed neck. You smiled politely and made your way towards the kitchen.

You found Keigo, Kaminari, and a blonde boy you didn't recognize gathered around the table of food. As you approached you saw a worried scowl deepen on Keigo’s face as Kaminari talked through his mouthful of food.

“Be bet icha ton ova,” Kaminari explained around fistfuls of candy “Um betty good bat Mac in fends.”

“Yes, well,” interrupted the blonde, “I was enamored by him and his friend very quickly. And good thing too, otherwise I’d be sitting at home alone on Halloween night! And we can’t have that can we?”

The blonde spoke reasonably but there was something off about him that you couldn’t place. Maybe it was the way he moved his hands as he talked, or the fact that his eyes kept darting around the room as though he was looking for someone. Either way, you weren’t sure you liked Kaminari’s new friend as much as he did.

Keigo seemed to feel the same sort of unease as you did, but either couldn’t find a reason to confront the blonde or was too polite to do so. The blonde broke the heavy lull in conversation by straightening his coat and drawing himself up to his full height. “It’s been nice talking to you lot,” he said in a manner too pompous for your liking “but I think I’ll move further into the party, I do have someone I’d like to talk to before the night ends.”

And with that he swept from the kitchen into the living room and disappeared amongst the crowd. You turned to Kaminari who had finally swallowed his mouthful and was looking puzzled after the departing figure. 

“Speak to someone?” Kaminari asked, “but he only knows me and Eijiro here…”

“He did show up late though,” Keigo added, “in fact I answered the door for him just ten minutes ago.”

“So maybe he hasn’t seen Eijiro yet then?” Kaminari looked a bit worried now “I wonder why he was so late too, I told him the right time….”

“Maybe I’ll follow him,” Kaminari said, already heading out of the kitchen. “Just to make sure he’s alright…”

Kaminari disappeared into the crowd leaving you and Keigo alone at the table. You shared a look with Keigo, who shook his head and stood up. Smiling at you he offered his hand with a bow “May I have a walk with you, mademoiselle?” He asked with a cheeky smirk.

You rolled your eyes but took his hand anyway, “sure, I could use some fresh air.” You both walked out the back door, down the back terrace stairs and into the expansive garden behind the mansion.

You crossed to the greenhouse sitting just opposite the mansion and sat down on one of the ceramic garden benches. Keigo leaned back against the greenhouse walls and gazed skyward. You followed his example and took a moment to take in the stars twinkling above. The full moon bathed you both in light and the crisp autumn breeze cooled the sweat that had appeared on your skin without your notice.

“I really like your friends,” he said, turning his head toward you with a smile “they’re just as sweet as you are.”

You grinned back at him “Rumi and Shinya are really nice too,” you said, “and I think the guy Rumi’s been babying all night is Dabi’s friend Shigaraki?”

“Yeah he is,” Keigo replied “and I’m glad he’s finally come around to them, you know it took those three ages to-“

Keigo’s sentence is cut off by a loud slam, both your heads snap in the direction of the sound only to see Hitoshi fling himself out of the back door and brace himself against the railing, looking like he was about to be ill.

Both you and Keigo are on your feet in seconds and Keigo is at his side before you even make it halfway to the stairs. You watch him grip Hitoshi by the shoulders and spin him around to face him. As you get closer you can hear their conversation, Hitoshi’s words coming out in harsh panicked breaths.

“He’s here,” he gasps “I didn’t think, I didn’t expect, I didn’t know-“

“Hitoshi what’s wrong?” You ask as you finally draw level with them “are you alright? What’s-“

“Yes,” called a familiar and unwelcome voice “tell us what is wrong, dear Hitoshi.”

You and Keigo spin around and your heart drops as you see the smirking face of the blonde stranger.

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Ducktales: Terror of the Terra-Firmians!  (Lena Retrospective) (Commission by WeirdKev27): Launchpad Looses his Last Brain Cell and I Loose My Patience

Welcome back Weblena Warriors to the second part of my look at everyone’s favorite Emo Teen Shadow Lesbian Duck... and probably the only one but hey, semantics, Shadow Into Light, which was made possible by viewers like you, the ultra humanite and a commission from WeirdKev27. Picking up where we left off, we have our first episode that has a different intended order than airing order. 

As most of you probably remember, but some of you who joined later might not be aware of the broadcast order for the first half of season one is, in the academic sense, pretty fucked. It’s not Darkwing Duck’s entirely fucked by a web of badger spiders and a queen snake on top to make it some sort of train situation, but by just sorta airing whatever episodes they wanted to, Disney messed with the character balance so Huey got less focus, not that he got a ton of focus this season but still, as well as leaning into the episodes focusing more on the kids with less involvement from the adults which gave the wrong impression about the series. While it IS very focused on the triplets and webby, the show isn’t entirely about them, but as Frank has mentioned a few times, Disney Channel apparently has this WEIRD thing where they assume kids won’t like stories starring the adult characters. 

Yeah I’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while. Mostly how it’s so dumb I could swear Pauly Shore was an exec at Disney Channel. And he might be I don’t know what he’s doing these days and i’d like to keep it that way. For starters, the Scooge comics, while barely published in the US these days, are still popular globally and have appealed to kids and adults for generations and are mostly focused on him, with the kids in a supporting role and Ducktales, you know the thing your directly remaking here, was also mostly about him with the triplets supporting, if a bit less than the comics. Most of the Disney Afternoon was about adult characters, with any kids in side roles in the main cast. And it comes off entirely hypocritical of them to say this when the MCU is easily marvel’s biggest cash cow at the moment, and marvel properties have appealed to both kids and adults, like the duck comics, for decades. And if it’s because the marvel cartoons weren’t doing well , I’ll let you in on a little secret: Those didn’t do well because they looked bland and from what I’ve seen of them felt kind of bland, though I haven’t seen enough to fully judge. Kids LIKE adult characters as much as kid characters, and also like teen characters despite not being teens. Focusing on either is valid and while I LIKED Disney’s youth starring shows I also want another X-Men cartoon before I turn 50, and I bet kids would like that too, with the last one only failing because you bailed on it because you were throwing a hissy fit over fox having the movie rights, and do not get me started on that. Point is this argument is horse shit and should stay in the stables. 

So yeah I do think this episode came too soon and it’s placement effected it at the time and as such it dosen’t have the best rep with the fandom aside from the Lena bits and that includes me. The fact it was very early in the series and the characterizations hadn’t yet sunk in really hurt this episode in places but is it really that bad? Join me under the cut to find out

We open at the movies! Which scrooge apparently hasn’t been too since the 1930′s or seen any on video despite Della existing and being really stubborn. 

A rant for another episode. But the kids just got out of a Mole Monster movie, along with Lena, Beakly and Launchpad. Their reactions are as follows: Lena, Webby and Dewey really enjoyed it, Huey found it unrealistic... says the boy whose uncle fought a dragon made of gold a month or two back but we’ll get to that, and Louie was bored and felt it didn’t have enough of the ultra violence, kids these days it’s not about the gore it’s about the tension. And Beakly.. is just pissed Lena tricked them into seeing this and said it was educational. And the more I think about it the more this sounds like BEAKLYS fault than Lena’s. BEAKLY is the one who likely bought the tickets, who saw it was likely an r or pg-13 and who as we’ve seen HAS A PHONE, and ulnike scrooge probably isn’t so stingy she wouldn’t spring for a smart phone, so she could’ve just googled it, or whatever bird related pun is in this version.. gandered it.. yeah let’s go with that, gandered it, and SEEEN it wasn’t appropriate or walked htem out of the theater and ate the cost if she was that bothered by it. Sitting through a Horror Movie you didn’t research, didn’t pull the kids out of and dind’t bother to even check the poster for or use basic common sense is YOUR fault. And this could’ve worked fine, had Lena talk the kids into begging for it or had launchpad take them and have Beakly find out after, having driven to pick them up as she didn’t trust launchpad to take them home. Instead it makes the former super spy look REALLY stupid and feels really out of character for a SPY to not to do research. And it wasn’t like they decided on this later, Bentina being a spy was part of the character’s backstory from day one and its made clear as early as episode 2 in both airing orders. This is just lazy writing to justify the episode and I expect better from this crew. 

But an argument errupts between Huey and Webby over the Terra-Firmians, a hidden race of rock people living in Duckburg’s discontinued sewer system, allegedlys. So Lena suggest simply going down which gets a disapproving look from Beakly, despite you know this being their bread and butter, and the fact that if she had a problem with Scrooge not being involved.. she could just call him. Exploring fabled rock people is something he’d be into. I mean there’s a low profit margin but it also costs him almost nothing to walk to the theater or have launchpad swing around and pick him up. Just gas which given how much he pays for jet fuel isn’t a big ask. But Beakly soon gets distracted by Launchpad whose convinced the film is real and is attacking the poster a grim sign of things to come as while Beakly annoyed me in this one on rewatch, especially after realizing the above... Launchpad annoyed me both times and for VERY good reason we’ll get into. This provides a distraction and allows the trio to escape. Cue titles. 

After the title sequence, our heroes head deeper underground, there’s too much panic in this town... I mean props to Donald for trying something new but he really needs to rethink his cologne choices. Sex Panther is just.. not a good smell on.. anyone. 

So our heroes journey through the depths of the subway system, and we find out part of why Huey’s so skeptical, as he finds anything that isn’t in the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook to not exist, though the cracks in this already show as he’s added anything that does. We’ll get back to this later but as you can tell the basic dynamic for 24 minutes is Webby being a wholehearted True Believer and Huey being a Skeptical Sally. And Lena is just sorta “Eh gives me an excuse for shenanigans” about it. We also get a peak into webby’s mind as we see her notes .. which really just come off as Terra-Firmian fanfiction involving a war of succession between two sides, the terra’s and the firmies, something based on previous media, and also some doodles of a fictional candy called webby-dings and herself as a superhero, both things I want to see. 

But yeah the first third of the episode is pretty simple, just them journeying, the occasional shift in the firmament, and it’s not bad, and there are a few great bits: Huey nerds out about rocks, and finds them way more interesting than a possible rock monster.

Which leads to the best gag of the episode as when Huey tries to pick up a big sample Webby, annoyed at his hyperfixation on the JWG, asks him to ask his book for help.. which he does by reading it and actually manages to pick the large rock up. This is halted though when Lena screams.. though she really just did it to draw them to an abandoned subway car full of glomgold posters for glomgold products because of course a failed subway project has his name plastered over it. You can’t spell glomgold without failure.. the failure is silent. Glomgold is not. 

The fun is interuptted though by a livid Beakly who had realized they were missing in an earlier scene, after telling the Manager that McDuck Industries would pay for the poster.. and then found out Launchpad also destroyed the toilets “They come up thorugh the sewers!”. Launchpad that’s CHUDS, Ninja Turtles and Rats who raised Ninja Turtles like their own sons, mole people dig or use old mineshafts. It’s basic mole science. Also Beakly really shouldn’t sweat it, I just assumed the city has had a runnig bill witht he company for “McDuck Family and Employee Related Accidents, Mayhem and Shenanigans”. I mean he’s had Gyro on his payroll for at least a decade and a half by the series start, Gyro has leveled whole sections of city in an afternoon more than most giant monsters. Of which several have destroyed Duckburg. It got better. 

Point is she’s livid about them sneaking off with Lena pointing out their some sort of adventure family and Beakly.. saying she won’t see them again, or at least implying it hard. I’ll put a pin in this, as the train buckles and a bit of seismic, or rock men, activity means their stuck. So they divide into teams: Beakly will go try and unhook the train car from the busted cars so they can ride out, Launchpad will go try and fix it, and we get this lovely exxchange as a result

Launchpad: Cool never crashed a train before Beakly: Can’t you try driving it without crashing it? Launchpad: Wha? 

His face in that scene is priceless. He takes Dewey along. More on that in a second. Webby, Huey and Louie are told to stay put with Beakly only bringing Lena along because she dosen’t trust her. So since we have three split plots for a second... let’s split up gang, starting with the most aggrivating, middling with what you all came here for and why this is part of the retrsopective, and ending with the plot that directly heads into the final part of the episode. 

Launchpad and Dewey: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay starting with the most infamous plot and easily the worst part of this episode, probably the worst plot in any Ducktales 2017 episode. That’s not hyperbole it’s really that bad and really pissed people off, as fans of the original launchpad felt they made him overly stupid. This is where the airing order’s a problem as putting an episode with a subplot where one of your characters is obnoxiously dumb right up front means they assume this is his charcter and not just one poorly written chapter in a very dumb but very loveable characters life, likely because the writers hadn’t figured out how to properly scale his stupidity with comptience. 

So as a result we get a good 3-4 mintutes if not agonizingly more of Launchpad assuming something he saw in a fucking movie film was real. That.. that’s his actual plot. Need I remind you, he’s in his late 20′s early 30′s. He’s not much older than me. While other episodes have him as dim this one claims he CAN’T TELL FACT FROM FICTION. 

There are lines you have to keep with your characters to keep the audience from hating them. They crossed it about 80 times with this plot and make Launchpad into a gibbering dunderhead who can’t do anything right versus a regular dunderhead whose good at one or two things and loveable enough for us to like him and not care about his numerous safey violations and child endagerment charges. Thankfully this is the ONLY episode that gets this bad and they clearly learned from this, but it dosen’t make it any less of a tough sit. 

Dewey spends most of the subplot with a look on his face that just screams that he’s as done with this bullshit as we are, as Launchpad assumes he’s a mole person and brought along a pipe to presumibly bludgeon him, because wanting to cave his best friends skull in over stupidity is a GREAT look> Thankfuly he does not. And when the lights come back on Launchpad.. assumes he’s a monster because of bright light, GAH, and locks him out before they end up outside and the plto resolves itself by Dewey pointing out by Launchpad’s utterly baffling logic that he could be a mole monster, so Launchpad.. assumes he is. 

The subplot’s later buttoned up as he claims “I love being a mole monster”, again diffrent subteranian creature launchpad, she says he’s not and my suffering is thankfully at an end. This plot just sucks, it’s bad, overly stupid and dosen’t work with an adult character. Someone like say Ed from Ed, Edd N Eddy, or someone who belivies in weird conspiracy stuff like Dale Gribble or Stan Pines. with either of them this plot would’ve been fucking great. I could buy it from Dale and it just comes off as his normal paranoid weirdness. With Launchpad it comes off like he seriously needs help because the episode frames it as if he can’t tell ficton from reality, and his splotlight episode later would directly contridct this and make this episode even more aggrivating, as he’s a fan of Darkwing Duck, and KNOWS it’s acted out by an actor, so why wouldn’t he get this? It’s just....

It sucks, it sucks and I thankfully get to move on to a better subplot

Beakly and Lena: What You Are in the Dark

Beakly tells Lena she’ll never see Webby again after this.. then chastises her when she won’t help despite you know having just said she’s going to force their friendship apart, which Lena points out. She then gets mad at Lena making a sarcastic comment at her. Okay she’s lived with Louie for at least a week in airing order and a month or two in actual order. She has to be used to this by now. She’s insolent.. because you show her no respect, blame her for something that while sure she talked you into, you should’ve known better, and top it off by saying you want to keep her from the kids because they have bright futures and come from good familes and asks who rasied her and her face.. well.

Yeah wheras Launchpad and Huey, more on that in a second, were hurt by this being some of their earliest big roles, Bentina wasn’t.. until later when we found out just HOW bad Magica is to Lena and how much she dosen’t care about her other than as a tool to use. At this point we didn’t know just how much Lena was playing webby, how much she was only manipulating her, and even with her heroic act here we didn’t know if she only saw Webby as her way to break free. The next episode makes it clear she dosen’t and genuinely does care, 100%, so in hindsight it makes Bentina come off as ghoulsih for horribly asssuming about a girl she dosen’t know, and even if she did know about Magica wouldn’t know the full story, just like us, and then BERATING her after already saying she’s going to rip her away from Webby, which itself is PRETTY bad as she’s the only friend the girl has and sh’es doing so on... talking them into a horror movie, which as I outlined was more Bentina’s fault than Lena’s, and leading the kids into a dangerous place whicha gain, Lena pointed out is something she lets Scrooge do. And trust me i know that she actually knows Scrooge, and we later find out, as we’ll cover next month, that she isn’t ware HOW dangerous things are with Scrooge. It dosen’t change the fact she knows they do dangerous stuff to a point and that Lena may just be acting out. It also dosen’t change the fact she drove three children, yes including launchpad, down here with her instead of sending them home with Launchpad.. granted that option isn’t the safest but it’s safer than taking her with them thena cting like it’s ALL lena’s fault when three of the children, again including launchpad, are down there because of HER. Not Lena, HER. I’m harder on her because she’s older, wiser and was “raised properly” apparently. Though given the way she treats a random teen off the street she again knows nothing about and dind’t bother to ask... it begs the question. 

IT’s a good question. I could see the classism coming from being raised in 40′s and 50′s britain, judging by the timeline.. but even then she’s seen the world, and while her nature is supscious, the classit bullshit makes no sense after presumibly working with, and later spymastering for, various agents of various backgrounds. How has she not dropped this in decades. Scrooge very clearly dropped the racisim and homophobia of his time, so it still stands  on her for not dropping this. And Lena’s hurt shows under hte mask for the first time, that beneath the snark and secrecy.. is just an abused teenager with nowhere else to go and no way out being bullied by an older woman whose cutting off the only light at the end of the tunnel nto for good reason but out of classist, overprotective mallice.  My issues, which to be fair probably were intentional in the episode but sitll are a bit overblown, aside we do get an absoluttley tremendous moment later as a car falls on top of Beakly.. and Magica, speaking once more urges Lena to leave her, let her die and let their plans progress. And while that iself is.. dumb, what if someone finds her or her corpse later, especially since Scrooge would likely perosnally want to retrive the body to give her a proper burial as she’s his only friend at this point, or the rest of the family questoin the story?, it fits Magica’s lack of foresight we see throughout the season. But Lena... saves her. While she later gives an explination, and a valid one at that, it’s clear from her expressoin, her actoins and how she does it... that this is her. Part of it is defiance, as she glares at Magica before doing it, her own stubborn nature mixed with her hatred of her “aunt”, meaning Magica just made it all too easy for her to do this. But the real reason is clear: It’s the right thing to do. While pissing off her aunt and getting away with it is the cherry on top.. the real reason is that unlike Magica.. Lena is not a killer, not a monster, and not a heartless vacum ofa person. Even if she doesn’t like Beakly, for good reason.. she can’t, she WON’T leave her to die and leave Webby an orphan again. She loves Webby too much to do that to her and while she may deny it.. she’s too good a person to leave someone to die for something so petty. Even if she never sees webby again and the plans ruined. It’s better than the weight of knowing she let someone who wasn’t trying to harm her and whose actions, while terrible, were out of misguided protection of her granddaughter, die like this. She saves her. And as we’ll see it pays off.. but before that. 

Huey, Webby and Louie: Into the Unknown This plot’s a bit shorter, as Webby and Huey continue their argument, with Louie eventually making it clear, and not even hiding it when directly asked by Huey, that he’s playing both sides with a delighted expression on his face as the movie was boring but this, this is interesting. Which it is. But it’s interupted by dings on the roof and while Huey assumes i’ts just a regular rock, it moves while their not lookiung.. and soon red eyed, horrifying beasts look out at them and the kids flee back to the car. This dosen’t pan out as the car starts to shake and is clearly going to collapse.. and while Webby and Louie are prepared to flee, rock monsters or no, Huey, in an utterly heart shattering image.. stays in place, terrified of moving. 

This is where this plot goes from mildly aggrivating, as Huey’s Skeptic shenanigans can get on the nerves.. to BRILLIANT. See at the time this was more annoying because it was assumed the skepticsim would be a part of Huey’s character and we’d get more episodes of him being annoying only to be proven wrong, as he semeingly dosen’t learn his lesson at this point, looging the terrafrimians in the guide book. But on rewatch.. this plot is amazing.  For starters the plot subtly introduced the defening characteristic of Huey’s personality, one that’s become more prounounced in Season 3: His need for Order. He needs things to make sense: He solves stuff because he likes there to be order in the world and something he can understand, he can put in a box in his head. Like a lot of neurotypical people, myself included, he struggles horribly when the clearly defined boxes of his life and things he undestand have wrinkles or complexities he can’t get. I for instnace easily got it when I was introduced to the concept of trans people or being non binary.. they just make sense in hindsight: given how our brains are messya nd complicated it makes sense some people would be born in the wrong ones, and tht with all the science and medicine we have to correct that, should be allowed to transition if they so choose. It makes equal sense that some people just don’t have a gender or are gender fluid, being both or neither. Despite struggling with non binary prounouns due to force of habit.. I get the concept with no real difficulty. But when it comes to accepting I don’t have to apologize for everything and that everyone is not angry or that anger is natural and people sometimes get mad and you can’t and shouldnt’ fix it.. it’s something I STRUGGLE with even knowing it’s not right, because my brain is just wired that way. 

That’s how Huey’s struggle comes off here.. he reveals he’s willing to stay and die.. because he’s SO scared of the unknown, that the idea of dying from something he at least knows what it is versus something he dosen’t.., so paralizyed by his own brain he can’t figure out the obvious.. it takes Webby reaching out to him figuratively and literally, to show him that sometimes you have to face the unknown. The unknown is fucking terrifying.. but it can be good and it’s better than sitting there, scared and unable to move. You have to try, to grow and take that risk that things may not go well to really LIVE. 

So he does.. and they reunite with the rest of the group.. and soon find the terrafirmains.. who as it turns out once we get some light on them... are actually just goofy looking,  brightly colored, each one matching one of the kids, kids themselves, and Huey reaches out and touches one, which by ET logic means their friends now, and the terrafirmians help them get out. And this lesson sticks. While sure Huey catalogues it and it seems it didn’t.. he’s never this skeptical again. This douchey skepticsim was only for one episode, his fear of the uknown replcaed with boundless curosity and from here on he’s CURIOUS about new stuff as long as it’s not trying to kill him. He loves taking in new experinces, maybe not to webby levels but he does actually try them and study them instead of just fearing them. 

Before we wrap things up, obviously we need to talk about the JWG not having entries on a lot of stuff. This would be corrected next season as it returns to being a big book of everything, but dosen’t completely contridct this as Timephoon! shows there’s stillcgaps.. which i’m fine with. While it knowing EVERYTHING was fine for the original series here, with things being slightly more groudned, it’d just be an obvious plothole if Huey didn’t use it every single time they ran into something and that’d get boring. Instead it’s simply that it dosen’t know everything, and really in the comics at times it didn’t and the triplets found out new things. It knew almost everything mind you, but having some gaps for dramatic tnesion is fine with me and Seasons 2 and 3 decided on that instead of just having it being a scouting manual which wa sfor the best. And even by later in the season hit has guides to getting a small buisness loan, so they already course corrected. 

So everything’s wrapped up and while Magica berates Lena for disobeying her.. Beakly interputps, thankfully not seeing magica and admits she was wrong and invites Lena for pancakes, even taking a crack about if their actually pancakes or english muffins with syrup, which sounds like my own living hell, in stride, having clearly grown. And Lena explains to Magica that this was the better approach: now she’s got the in theyw anted, and is above suspcison for now. Still not so much that an obvious act won’t be detected but enough that she dosen’t ahve to work actively around her anymore. Magica scoffs.. and while part of it is probably rage.. part of it is deep down both of them know she did it out of defiance.. and only Lena knows that she did it for the right reasons... she just dosen’t get why. She probably justifies it as playing the long game.. but deep down she knows something’s changing about her.. and she’s not sure if that’s a godo thing or not. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is as you can tell a mixed bag. It’s 2/3 of a good episode, with the Lena plot, my issues aside, being excellent and the Terra-Firmian plot likewise fun, even if Huey can get grating the payoff is worth it, and the jokes are really high quality. It’s just bogged down by that fucking launchpad plot that just crushed my soul in it’s palms every time it came back. I went on at length why i hated that one but boy oh boy was the hate of that subplot warranted and I stand by calling it the worst plot of the series. It is: it’s not funny, it makes no goddamn sense, and it drags down what’s otherwise a pretty solid epsiode.

Next Time on Lena: Jaws the shark, lurking in the dark, in the depths of the bin one day of a lark decides to get rowdy, get real violent takes a vacay out to Duckburg er.. Island.. also Scrooge faces his greatest Nemesis.. a PR Tour to clean up his image after an unfortunate giant Beanstalk Incident. Be there and be hip to be square. 

Next Time on This Blog: I Tackle a DCOM for the first time for another commissioned review as we take a look at racisim, specifically Apartheid and breaking indoctrination, with The Color of Friendship. See you next Rainbow. 

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #lena sabrewing #webby vanderquack #weblena #bentina beakly #launchpad mcquack #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #terror of the terra-firmians! #disney channel #disney xd #disney plus #disney #disney ducks #comissions

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The Supernatural 70s: Part II - The Month of Darkness

Yet this train's whistle! The wails of a lifetime were gathered in it from other nights in other slumbering years; the howl of moon-dreamed dogs, the seep of river-cold winds through January porch screens which stopped the blood, a thousand fire sirens weeping, or worse! the outgone shreds of breath, the protests of a billion people dead or dying, not wanting to be dead, their groans, their sighs, burst over the earth! ― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

When I was a child, the carnivals came in October. They arrived on billowing floats and with shrieks of calliopes, paraded through crowds of cotton candy-huffing children and balloon dispensing clowns, winding through the streets of the city until they at last arrived in the Tulsa Fairgrounds with all the raucous pomp and circumstance of a victory parade. And it was a victory, at least for me, the defeat of the summers that I found oppressive, of the heat that shut my lungs, of the days that were far too bright and too long for my dark-loving soul. They were the celebration of fall and of Halloween and of my birthday month all at once, and to me they were the heralds for the best days of the year.

In many parts of the country carnivals and circuses had largely lost most of their draw by the early 1970s, but in the Tulsa of my early childhood they still constituted major events. They brought with them all of the traditional carnival trappings: halls of mirrors, funhouses with shifting floors or optical illusion-inducing architectures, "freakshows" featuring belly dancers, bearded women, two-headed calves, dubious cryptid curiosities strung together with baling wire and displayed under low-lighting. All of these came and went every year, but one ever-popular horror-inducing attraction during the fair was actually a permanent resident at the fairground-adjacent amusement park, Bell's.

Bell's Amusement Park opened in 1951 on the Tulsa State Fairgrounds. Founded by Robert Kiwanis Bell, it originally featured seven rides, and in 1968 would became home to one of it's star attractions, the wooden roller coaster called the Zingo. In 1971, Bob Bell and his park-founding father Robert decided that the further addition of a dark ride would help grow attendance at the park so they turned to existing east coast attractions for inspiration.

Phantasmagoria, named by Bob, fused gore and ghostly apparitions in one of the longest dark rides of its time, delivering nearly seven minutes of horror for its riders. Its many shocks and scares are among some of my happiest memories of the Tulsa State Fair.

ABOVE: Phantasmagoria opened in July of 1973 and remained in operation until its eventual demolition on June 19, 2007. Although the design of the dark ride was a collaboration between the Bell family and famous ride designer Bill Tracy, the carriages were entirely designed and built by the Bells, and replicas were later exported to dark rides at Joyland in Wichita, Kansas and Wonderland in Amarillo, Texas.

While Phantasmagoria would be the first dark ride I'd ever set foot on, it was not the only one of which I was aware. I'd first caught a glimpse of the granddaddy of all dark rides during a re-run of one of my favorite Sunday night television shows, Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color. In 1970, Kurt Russell and the Osmonds took a special tour of the recently-opened Disneyland attraction, The Haunted Mansion.

For the rest of my childhood, The Haunted Mansion would become my most begged-for travel destination, but the cost was too prohibitive for my parents to make the long-distance visit from Oklahoma. Exiled in the Sooner State, I had to content myself with visitations via news articles or photographs. When Viewmaster released their reels with 3 dimensional views inside, I spent many joyous hours drooling over the stereographic images of the 999 happy haunts inside their creepy Victorian home. I was particularly entranced by the images of Madam Leota floating in her crystal ball, of the ghosts dancing in their ballroom, and of the top-hatted ghost performing at his pipe organ. These were images that would haunt my dreams for nearly a decade until I'd finally make my first visit to Disneyworld as part of a high school band trip to Orlando in 1981.

ABOVE: One of the many stereoscopic images of the Haunted Mansion that were available on the Viewmaster. As awesome as it was, my first in-person visit to the Mansion felt like a dream coming to life.

Another classic piece of Halloween-themed Disneyana was a party album originally released in 1964 featuring narration from actress Laura Olsher (the narrator is often misidentified as actress Greyson Hall, best known for playing Dr. Julia Hoffman in the gothic soap opera Dark Shadows). Re-released in the 1970s, the Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the The Haunted House threaded together ten stories narrated by Olsher on the first side, while the second side isolated the sound effects into individual tracks of screams, thunder, lightning, fighting cats, dogs, creaking doors, explosions, crashes, birds, drips, and flying saucers.

During the 70s, the Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House practically became a requirement if you were planning a holiday party or celebration. You could find it for sale at major national department stores like Sears, at local Oklahoma retailers like T.G.&Y., and sometimes even at convenience stores in the candy aisle. When I went out trick or treating, half the houses I visited had the record playing in the background, and my own family wore out at least three copies of it during the years we were handing out Halloween candy at my parents home. To this day, it still serves as the official soundtrack of my childhood memories of Halloween.

ABOVE: The original version of the Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House released in 1964 featured a white sleeve, but for the 1973 re-release the sleeve was recolored orange. The same piece of art by Paul Wenzel appeared on both versions, and was the original concept art for Disneyland's Haunted Mansion.

If, like myself, you grew up between the 1950s and the 1980s, chances are you had two options for obtaining a Halloween costume. You could either fabricate one yourself out of your parents' discarded clothing, old sheets, your mother's makeup kit, and possibly a discarded box, OR you could trot down to your local five and dime and pick up the always reliable costume in a box. For around five bucks you could live out your fantasy of being Dracula or Frankenstein or Snow White or Batman or maybe a cat, and you might even get the chance to wear it two or three times before you either outgrew it or it simply fell apart. (Although the boxes for these costume kits always prominently displayed that they were flame-retarded, it was not at all too uncommon to hear a horrifying story about a kid accidently setting these costumes on fire because of an unwatched jack o' lantern candle).

ABOVE: During my childhood I owned a costume in a box kit identical to this one and have strong memories of rampaging through my neighborhood in it while in search of sweets.

As the seventies wore on, I grew more exacting in my standards when it came to Halloween masks and apparel. The "costume in a box" simply wasn't cutting it for me any more. Higher quality and more realistic-looking full head latex masks were appearing on the market by the mid decade, and after a great deal of nagging I convinced my mother to purchase my first legit mask, a terrifically-rendered Creature From the Black Lagoon mask at the Top Hat Magic Shop (at the time the best place in Tulsa to buy or rent costumes). Later on, I'd add a magnificent Mummy mask to my collection. Likely I would have continued to fill the walls of my room with all the heads of my favorite Universal Monsters, but money, wall space, and the limits of my mother's patience kept that fantasy from ever materializing.

By 1975 I had grown into a serious fan not only of the stars of the Universal horror movies, but also of the special effects and make up teams who had made those movies possible. Then, when the October Scholastic Books catalogue arrived that fall, I found a book that would forever ignite my interest in special effects make up techniques. Movie Monsters: Monster Make-Up & Monster Shows To Put On by Alan Ormsby provided a step-by-step breakdown of the makeup that had been used on several classic horror movies. More than that, it also provided detailed, richly illustrated instructions on how to create monster effects using things that would be available in ordinary people's homes. In short order I was fashioning werewolf faces, and Frankenstein heads, and mummy hands all on my own (while also wrecking my parents' home in the process...sorry mom)!

ABOVE: Movie Monsters: Monster Make-Up & Monster Shows To Put On by Alan Ormsby was published by Scholastic Books in 1975. Many of the make-up techniques it demonstrated would spark my interest in filmmaking, and would influence my thoughts on the making of our classic noir horror short, The Case of Evil.

I don't think most people remember when or why they stopped Trick or Treating, but can pinpoint it to the year of my thirteenth birthday. As usual, my best friend, neighbor, and years-long Halloween co-conspirator David Guthridge and I grabbed our candy bags, put on our costumes, and set out to roam the night as we had on so many Halloweens past. We swept along our street, hit all our usual spots, laughing as compared our loot just as we had for all the years of our lives. At last we came to a house on the street behind our own, one we had visited many times, and we rang the doorbell, and we waited.

The porch light flickered. An old woman came to the door. Reflexively we held out our bags and uttered the magic incantation.

"Trick or Treat!"

But the old woman didn't open the outer screen door. She didn't smile or laugh. Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped, and her expression filled with a look of abject terror.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" she screamed.

"We're just treat or treating, maam. See..."

"No you aren't! You're too old to be trick or treaters! Get out of here!"

"We're sorry..."

"GET OUT OF HERE! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

And her door slammed in our faces. We turned and ran. We ran as fast as our legs could carry us so that we could get back home, ran so the the police couldn't find us and charge us for being too old for trick or treating, too old for candy...

Too old for Halloween.

In the years since, that memory has always stung. It's the defining moment at which I can say that my childhood officially ended...at least by the definition of others. To me, I'm still out there in the dark, on that porch, wondering how I was mistaken for a monstrous adult. It still hurts.

Years later I'd hear a song by Neil Young, a song he'd written when he became too old to enter a club with his younger-than-himself girlfriend. It reminds me eerily of what it was like that night on the last Halloween of my childhood:

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon, You're leaving there too soon.

#Halloween #Dark Rides #Bells #Haunted Mansion #Disney #Make Up SFX

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Chapter 3: Injuries and Nightmares Pt. 1

I have some absolutely amazing friends from my LU Discord! I asked for help for planning out the major fight scene and the heavy angst. Shout to those who helped me plan this out yesterday! WARING HEAVY ANGST AND GORE WARNING!

"Pfffft, that's so cute!" "Shhh! You'll wake them up!"

"Too late," I groaned opening my eyes. Hyrule and Warriors gave me sheepish grins and I just mock glared back at them. Wind was surprisingly still asleep after all the noise they made.

"How am I supposed to get up?" "The aroma of food will wake him up," Wild chuckled when I whined in frustration.

It wasn't long the aroma of bacon and eggs woke up my little friend. Wind sat up rubbing his eyes sleepily, and I was able to get up and stretch. My back popped loudly in protest and shrugged it off yawning.

"Dude. And I thought Wild's back was loud when it pops," Warriors snickered.

"Thanks," I told Wild after I grabbed my food.

"Leave my friend alone, Wars. He just woke up." Wind shot back.

"It's alright Wind," I ruffled his hair causing him to protest.

"Hey! Stop doing that Fierce it's annoying." I laughed and ate my breakfast.

~~~~~~~~~ 3rd Pov

The chain was quick to eat breakfast, even Sky woke up in time to eat. After all, who would miss out on Wild's cooking? The monkeys chattered at the 10 heroes as they began to pack up camp in the early morning sun. Wild's ears twitched forward as he heard something from the jungle brush.

He narrowed his eyes but nothing was there.

"Something wrong, cub?"

"I think it might be a good idea to leave the Faron region," Wild replied staring into the jungle's thick brush.

"Something's stalking us,"

After 10 minutes of friendly banter as they packed up, Wild tapped on Fierce's shoulder.

Fierce's POV

"Since this is your first time in my Hyrule, I'll tell you about Faron. This can be a very dangerous place. I would recommend wearing armor if you got it. But if it starts raining take your armor off. If you don't you might get struck by lightning."

"That's... Annoying."

"Tell me about it. I got struck by lightning when I was wearing armor and almost died. Don't tell Twilight he'll kill me," Wild lowered his voice his ears moving backward toward Twilight.

"What was that cub?"

"Nothing!" I snickered at the panic in his voice.

"You're lying, get back here cub!" Wild bolted towards a tree so Twilight wouldn't catch him and scampered up like a little squirrel.

"Hey, Fierce! Wanna go exploring?" Wind bounced over to me, his eyes shining.

"As long as Time says okay," I grunted as I pulled out my chest plate from my ragged bag.

"Woah! Cool armor!" Hyrule watched as I pulled it over my head.

"Cool but very heavy," I replied adjusting the straps.

"Where did you get the armor?" Warriors rapped his knuckles on the breastplate.

"It was given to me by my father before he passed away," I muttered as I pulled my gauntlets on.

"Sorry, I didn't-"

"Wild! I have you now!" Twilight had Wild by his ankle.

"I would be careful you might-" Wild lost his grip causing them to fall onto the grass with thuds and groans.

"Fall..." Hyrule finished. The whole camp burst into howls of laughter.

3rd POV

The chain began traveling through the brush until they found the road that was on Wild's map. Wind was practically bouncing with all of his pent-up energy. Fierce stuck close to Wind, making sure he didn't wander off. Time had permitted them to explore as long as Wild said it was safe to do so. He agreed to let them explore but not until they got to the stable.

Wild's ears were constantly swiveling, trying to decipher the different sounds as they walked. He wasn't taking any chances. If something happened in his Hyrule he would never forgive himself.

Twilight had updated Time on their situation and was thinking out battle plans just in case. Legend was on edge, watching everyone to make sure that they were okay, not that he'd admit.

Hyrule found himself double-counting his medical supplies and kept biting his bottom lip nervously. Warriors was prepared for the worst, constantly checking for signs of monsters. Wind was worried but didn't show his concern. Four kept close to Sky. Sky was mentally preparing for a possible fight but was silently praying to goddesses that they would make it safely to the stables.

When they got to the stables, Wild showed them a good place to explore. It was a cliff and it was accessible by a sharp slope. The two went to explore but paused midway. Fierce had an uneasy feeling and decided to get his claymore out. The double helix blade. After attaching it to his back the two continued on their exploration.

Fierce's POV

I grunted as I worked my way up the hill regretting the choice to bring my helix blade and armor. Note to self, heavy weapons and armor are never a good idea when exploring. Lesson learned.

"Come on, Fierce! I wanna see the view!" Wind bounced up and down from the top of the steep incline.

"Where did you get this much energy?" I grunted when I finally reached the top

"Candy," He chirped and zipped over to the cliff edge.

"Wild, you are so dead when I get back," I muttered darkly as I walked over to Wind. I sucked in a deep breath as I gazed over the Faron region.

"Woah, Wild's Hyrule is amazing." I breathed taking in the tall jungle trees and the birds flitting to and fro from branch to branch. I could hear the bugs buzzing and the monkeys chattering, and the bird's musical cries. Until it went silent. Dead silent.

I could feel dark magic swelling and dispelling. I spun on my heel drawing the helix blade in one fluid motion.

"What the flip? What're darknuts doing here?!" Wind yelped before drawing his sword and shield. The darknuts towered over me and I'm quite tall. The moblins growled one wielding a dragonbone club and the other wielded a bow...

"Wait a minute... Wind run!" I roared grabbing him and tossed him to the side as the Moblin shot its arrow where he was just two seconds ago. The world went upside down. I was slammed onto the ground and Wind rushed over to me. I shook my head, trying to clear my head from the ringing in my ears. Wind stood in front of me, holding his sword and shield so tight his knuckles turned white. I managed to get on my hands and knees when Wind charged forward. He parried and blocked the Moblin's attacks. Why aren't the darknuts fighting?

Wind was fast but the club was faster. I watched in horror as it slammed into the back of his skull. Time slowed down as he fell onto the ground.

START OF FLASHBACK "Dad please don't die! Please!" I choked on my blood and the sobs that racked my body. He was covered in blood along with his wounds. Blood soaked his hair and tunic as he heaved, struggling to breathe. I could feel his blood on me and my own blood spilling from my own wounds onto him. So much blood. I gagged.

"Link... My son... I'm passing from this world... Stay strong my son... I ... Love... You..." He heaved one last time before passing on from this world.

"Tell mum I'm sorry," I whispered. I pressed my forehead to him before laying his body on the ground. His blood was on my hands. The soldiers' blood was on my hands. Termina's blood was on my hands. I failed. I swiped at my tears causing blood to be smeared all over my face.

"Majora! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" I screamed to the heavens.

END OF FLASHBACK

I snapped out of my flashback and I sprung to my feet as adrenaline surged through my bones. I grabbed Wind and ran. I laid him down under a tree and spied my blade. It was inches from the edge. I ran and dodged the Moblin's angry swipes. I snatched up my blade and swung hard. The Moblin's head was separated from its shoulders and black blood splattered onto me. I slowly turned towards the rest of the

I growled savagely as I approached the monsters in a defensive position. The Moblin fired a bomb arrow and I was knocked back. I staggered forward before I used magic to create a sword beam and kill the Moblin. Now the real fight begins.

3rd POV

Fierce clenched his sword tightly as he carefully approached the darknuts, watching every move they made. The fight was a blur of blades. The rest of the chain was running as fast as they could to where the explosion came from. Wild was frantic as he raced ahead.

Legend and Four raced forward with their pegasus boots, charging ahead desperate to save their friends. A Moblin aimed its bow, a bomb arrow knocked and fired at the cliffside, the blast causing it to collapse. Four and Legend dodged the debris as best they could but Four couldn't stop in time, a rock smashing into the side of his head, knocking him out cold. Legend cursed under his breath, taking out his shield to protect them both.

Wild scrambled up the incline dodging arrows and falling debris. He was desperate, he wasn't going to let down another friend. He wasn't! He climbed to the top and froze. Fierce had rips and tears in his tunic and his blood was splattered across the ground. But he was still fighting. He was close to the edge but kept fighting back.

A shadow fell over him and he froze.

"Don't you dare!" Wild snarled furiously. The Moblin sneered and brought down its club on his hand.

"Ow! You little- Yeooooowww!" Wild screeched as he fell before opening up his paraglider and barely missed Legend and Four as he landed.

Fierce began charging up massive amounts of magic, preparing a massive sword beam. Legend and Hyrule's hackles raised as they felt the intensity and power of his magic. The others froze when Legend raised his hand.

"Don't, you might get caught up in his magic!" Legend roared over the distressed cries of the others.

Fierce let out a fierce battle cry as he swung the blade. The darknuts split in half and so did most of the trees as a result of the force of the magic. Fierce stabbed in his sword in the ground exhausted and leaned on it until the other arrived. Hyrule was the first one up this time. His face turned pale when he saw the destruction and wounds of his friends.

"Wind, take care Wind." Fierce rasped out his energy fading fast.

Wild raced up covered in dirt and with his right hand quite swollen. He went bug-eyed at the darknuts and moblins, their black blood staining the ground where they laid. Wild shook his head and raced over to Fierce concerned at the rate his face was turning pale.

"Fierce!" Wild barely caught him before he collapsed and yelped under his weight. Warriors scrambled over and helped Wild before he was crushed.

"I got ya!" Warriors grunted. Everyone else arrived at the top and stared at the wreckage that had occurred.

"Are they alright?" Time asked when he finally found his voice.

"Wind has a concussion, not sure how bad," Hyrule stated while thoroughly examining him. A loud retching cough from Fierce startled everyone. He started puking up blood and Hyrule sprinted over leaving Wind in Sky's hands.

"MOVE!" Hyrule thundered scaring the crap out of everyone. He immediately started using his healing magic trying to save Fierce's life. Time one eye drifted towards the sword that was in the ground. He felt his blood drain from his face. He knew that blade.

The Fierce Deity's Sword.

#fierce deity link #linked universe fanfic #linked universe au

[purplesurveys]

747

Have you ever worn those Drunk Goggles? Uh no. I’ve never heard of those either. Which decade before the 90s had the best makeup trends? I’ve never really paid attention to makeup. I do love how actresses looked like in the 40s and 50s though, if that counts. Can you agree to disagree, or usually get upset over conflicting views? I only get upset if someone’s views implies impinging on basic human rights, like saying that women can’t get abortions or if drug addicts deserve to die. Otherwise you do you dude. Does it bug you when long socks are constantly falling down? Yeaaah I had a pair of loose socks in high school that would constantly fall down whenever I walked and I hated them. I always forgot to stop wearing them completely. Rodeos -- entertaining, or cruel? I can honestly tell you that I don’t know what goes on in one of them. I’m not even sure if rodeo refers to a sport, a physical area, or an event.

Why can't politicians debate politely? Because most of them aren’t even supposed to be fucking politicians, if you’re also from where I live. Who is the best female rocker? Why? Joan Jett, partly because she’s one of the very few female rockstars I know but also because I know she’s the best one out of all the ones I know of. I love her work both for The Runaways and the Blackhearts. Can you even taste a difference between Cheez Its and Cheez Nips? I’ve only had Cheez Its. What about between Pepsi and Coke or Sprite and 7Up? No, all soda tastes nasty to me. Do you care what kind of toilet paper you use? Not really. What color of roses do you find the prettiest? Gonna go the basic route and say red. It just feels the most romantic. Which celebrity has the cutest butt? I don’t go looking at their butts and thinking which one is the cutest D: Do you still have any decent arcades nearby? Yeah we have an arcade chain called Timezone and all of the ones I’ve been to are really fun and entertaining. Gab and I will sometimes go to one after school for some stress relief. After a holiday, do you go to the store to get candy on sale? No. That doesn’t happen here and eh, I don’t really like candy. Did Marilyn Monroe look better before or after cosmetic surgery? I didn’t even know she had surgery, but I’ve always thought she was attractive. Bullfighters who get gored kind of had it coming, right? Yes. I’ve never really felt bad for them even if I see them being tossed around like fucking paper. Don’t they agitate the bulls on purpose? I get stressed out just thinking about it. If you make surveys, do you care what people rate them? Have you ever accidentally found porn when looking for something else? Maybe once or twice in the past, but it was unremarkable enough for me not to remember them until today lol. Ever run into those 'celebrity lookalike porn' blogs? No? If you're not religious, is the Bible basically just an old collection of short stories? Not all are short stories. Some are psalms, songs, prophecies, etc. But they are short stories, psalms, songs, and prophecies that I don’t believe in. Do you think religious leaders just like to manipulate people? Yes. At least the ones I come across do. The amazing priest from today’s mass livestream was bitching in his homily about why liquor stores continue to be open but masses couldn’t be held. Uh genius, maybe it’s because masses are public gatherings, and because you never see a hundred people at a time gathered in a liquor store? Couldn’t resist an eyeroll when I heard it. Why do so many fans with OTP's insist that their ship is real? Oh my god OTP, I haven’t heard that term since 2013... sometimes they just like the idea of their ship being together forever and ever and it makes them happy so whatever, let them fangirl/boy. This was me with AJPunk many years ago hahaha; we were just lucky enough to witness them become canon in real life. Even when the writers (or real people that they ship) tell them it isn't? ^ Same reason. Some people are happy from simply fantasizing their OTPs. It should be ok as long as it doesn’t strain the relationship between the shipped people, which is exactly what happened to Louis and Harry of 1D lol. Do you draw fanart of anything? No. Do annoying city kids ever loiter outside your library and harass people? No? That’s so specific lmao. Do you like to hang out at your local library? We don’t have local libraries because our government has never prioritized public spaces such as those, and parks. We only have malls. On that subject, do you like the smell of books? New ones, yeah. I can’t stand the smell of much older books. What's on your Reading List, so-to-speak, right now? Read any great non-fiction books lately? No. But thanks for reminding me I downloaded a bunch of wrestling autobiographies last year that I completely forgot about until this moment. Maybe I’ll start on one of those one of these days. What do you like on your burger? Caramelized onions, special sauces, brioche buns, sometimes jalapeños, sometimes bacon. What do you NOT like on your burger? Tomatoes and lettuce. Do you like 'loose meat' sandwiches? I’ve never heard of those. Have you ever heard of the restaurant Maid Rite? Never have. What is the best thing to put in a grilled cheese (other than cheese)? I don’t really have grilled cheese sandwiches. Homemade tomato soup, or just out of a can? Hate tomato soup. Favorite thing to see in museums? Artifacts. I love all museums, but I enjoy and appreciate history museums more than any other kind. Have you ever seen an unwrapped mummy in person? I haven’t. What things have people shamed you for? Liking wrestling, mostly. I was also shamed for my name and the way I looked (I had really short hair) as a kid, which is why I struggled to like my name until I got to college which was the first time people didn’t make a fuss about my name and even told me how much they like it. Do you always reply to private messages? (On any website) Not all. If I don’t recognize who sent it, I wouldn’t bother to reply. What device do you seem to always be buying batteries for? We don’t really go out to buy batteries anymore. Most of our gadgets are rechargeable. What's worse -- snow, or all the mud after it melts? Can’t relate. Are there any 'adult stores' in your area? I don’t think so. If there are, they’re hidden enough that I don’t know about them. Have you been inside of them/shopped there before? Yeah we went to one in Metrowalk. It was fun but I mostly felt uncomfortable hahaha. Do you watch The Masked Singer? Any theories? No. Favorite Alfred Hitchcock film? Haven’t watched any. I tried watching Vertigo once but if I remember correctly, I stopped because my copy didn’t have subtitles and I couldn’t follow the plot lol. Do you like Funko Pop figurines? Sure. I’m much less enthusiastic about them now for sure, but back in high school I used to want to start collecting them so bad. If so, do you have any? Which ones would you like to have? No but I’ve bought one as a gift once. I got Gabie the Funko figurine of Dana Scully from The X-Files for Christmas 2015. Which ones do you think they should make (but haven't yet)? I dunno if they’ve made ones for them but the cast of Queer Eye should definitely get their own.

#survey #surveys

[silasmadams]

My Problem with a “Darker Shade of Magic” by V.E. Schwab

So I’ve been meaning to talk about V. E. Schwab’s A Darker Shade of Magic. I know it’s got plenty of love behind it and its got its fair share of fans but I can’t for the life of me love this book and yes I mean only the first book because that’s as far as I read in the series. I have a similar relationship to this as I do Children of Blood by Tomi Adeyemi in that I completely understand why people like it, I just don’t. 

I’m also going to give a trigger warning that I will be talking about sexual assault, violence, and general gore so if that makes you uncomfortable give this a skip. I’ll give a trigger warning again when I’m about to speak in-depth on the previously mentioned subjects. I will also warn you when I’m about to head into spoiler territory, though I won’t be going into particularly big spoilers.

Summary

For those of you that don’t know, A darker shade of Magic is the first book in the Darker Shade of Magic trilogy by V. E. Schwab. It’s about three separate Londons, Red, White, and Grey. Red is the London with lots of magic, it’s the pretty and bougie London. White is a cesspit of violence with very little magic forcing its inhabitants to cling onto any magic they can for dear life. Their leaders are cruel and it's not uncommon for them to be usurped. Generally to get ahead in White London you need to be vile. And Grey London is our world's London roughly around the 1800s, since King George III is alive but very old and dying. So the conflict is about Black London, the fourth London that was cut off from the others because their magic consumed the people and the land. Kell an antari, a super magical person, is able to travel through the three londons and he ends up getting caught up in some big conspiracies and power grabs. Interesting premise right? I agree but the execution ehhh. Ok, let’s start first with the pros of the book.

Style

Her style isn’t anything too extravagant. But that doesn’t mean that it’s bad. It’s nowhere near bad. She’s got quite a few descriptions that really draw you in. Her opening lines are damn near perfect. “Kell wore a very peculiar coat, It had neither one side, which would be conventional, nor two which would be unexpected, but several, which was, of course, impossible” [pg 11]. It doesn’t reveal much but it sort of tosses this thread out there for you to follow into the larger narrative. It’s got almost a rhyming quality to it, a rhythm that you can feel yourself saying as you recite the lines aloud. It gives you just enough to keep you invested but not enough to reveal anything of importance. All of the writing in this book has a similar draw to it, it’s simple and intricate all at once and it’s very precise in what it’s trying to say. When Schwab describes something in the narrative, you can imagine it very clearly. Just listen to how she describes the marketplace. "The subtle scent of flowers was lot beneath the aroma of cooking meat and freshly cut fruit, heavy spices and mulled wine. A man in dark robes offered candied plums beside a woman selling scrying stones. A vendor poured steaming tea into short glass goblets across from another vibrant stall displaying masks and a third offering tiny vials of water drawn from the Isle, the contents still glowing faintly with its light..." [pg 45 and 46]. Overall Schwab knows her craft and it’s clear that she’s confident in her writing because she should be, she’s got the technical and stylistic aspect down to a tee.

Setting

The setting is amazing, but and there is a big but which includes minor spoilers so run away now if you want to read this book. I will say that it’s a good book, it’s just not a good book to me. If you’re into other world fantasies and cross-dimensional travel you’ll probably like this. I’m into that too but the problem is that this book has a lot of missed potential for me. So if the previously mentioned description sounds interesting or if the summary I gave sounds interesting to you, leave, go read the book and come back. If it doesn’t sound interesting or you don’t care about spoilers then I guess stick around if you want.

So the premise is amazing. These three different Londons that all exist in different dimensions that only a select few, two people to be exact, can travel to are vastly different from one another. Their landscapes, their people, their overall geography, it’s all completely different, the only overlapping aspects that they all have are their names and the two travelers that can move about their kingdoms, those two being Kell, one of our main characters and Holland, one of our main antagonists.

I think Red London is overall well done, Schwab captures it perfectly. A land of flowers and joy with obvious problems and tensions but out of the three London’s is clearly portrayed as the best. So I’ve got no qualms with that.

What I found upsetting though was White London and Grey London. For White London, it was this hellscape of a city that had so much room to be this horrible torturous place and Schwab touches on it, she grazes the surface of it ever so slightly but she never manages to hit the mark completely. When you tell me White London is a grimy and gross place filled with power-hungry bastards and bitches what’s to stop me from going “well isn’t that just normal London aka Grey London but with magic?” I needed more of White London, I needed more of that seedy underbelly to better contrast with Grey London. With Grey London, we see the horrors of the land through the character of Lila Bard who has a difficult life, who needs to survive on her own in this terrible place, no offense London. I think the best way to have fixed this was to have more focus on Holland, the character that was from White London. If we were to have three POVs from Holland, Kell, and Lila, instead of just Lila and Kell, this problem could be solved. It would convolute the story because of the twist about Holland and his involvement in trying to help the twin rulers of White London take over Red London but I feel like that’s an ok thing to lose in order to gain a better understanding of White London and have a more fleshed out narrative of all three kingdoms.

Characters

I hate these characters. Ok, that’s kind of a strong word, I don’t hate them. I don’t hate all of them at least. And I know plenty of people love and adore these characters, I’ve seen the artwork and the time and effort people put into these characters and it’s all amazing but I just do not get the hype. I didn’t like them.

See, my thing is that I hate characters that don’t reach, what I see as their true potential. Which is just a roundabout way of saying that I hate characters that are boring. I mean I can enjoy a badly written character as much as the next person but the thing is that a boring character is not enjoyable for anyone, especially when you see threads of a character and know that they can be something more. Now I haven’t read either of the other two books so maybe the characters are different there, I don’t know. All I know is that I either found the characters to be boring, cliche, or just annoying.

The first character to make this most egregious mistake on the part of being boring, would be none other than Kell. So Kell is the adopted Prince, the older brother of Rhy. He was taken away from his family at a young age and brought up in the palace because he was an Antari, which again is a super magical person that can travel through the different Londons and is an expert in various other types of magic, natural or otherwise. So Kell loves his brother and he has issues with his adoptive parents because he feels that they see him only as a tool. Now, this is good, this has potential. The problem here is that we never see moments of the King and Queen treating Kell badly and they don’t even need to necessarily treat him badly they just need to drop hints of how they clearly favor Rhy. And I didn’t see those hints. As far as I could tell, both boys were treated relatively equal, Kell had a lot more work on his plate but that was because he’s an Antari, he’s the only Antari. To really drive home that feeling of isolation and of Rhy being his only real family among the royals there needs to be more memories of their childhood where the King and Queen picked Rhy over Kell and it was because of them seeing Rhy as their real son and Kell as more of a soldier. There is also the issue of Lila just dismissing these feelings that Kell has about his family not loving him but we’ll get to that in a bit. All that aside, Kell just isn’t interesting. You could replace him with a cardboard cutout and I wouldn’t know the difference. He’s just not an engaging character, he’s got the threads of an engaging character but he himself is not one. Whenever I was back to his POV I didn’t know whether to groan out of boredom or to just be glad we weren’t in Lila’s head. I decided to go with the former because Lila is fun to hate, Kell is bread, he’s not even toast, he’s bread, soggy bread. Ok, that’s enough.

Now Lila, Oh Lila. How I despise thee. I get what Schwab was going for with this character. She was the badass cross-dressing thief lady that could cut you down. Lila is an orphan that had to fend for herself after her father basically tried to sell her off. She’s got a good introduction and it bleeds into some good first few chapters. Now warning I’m about to talk about sexual assault and just general violence so skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to read that. In one of the earlier chapters, Lila comes home, her home being a docked ship that she stays at. The ship is owned by an older man who she basically pays rent to. When she gets back, the guy, Powell, asks for his cut. He’s drunk out of his mind which is also not unusual for this character. When she says she doesn’t have anything to give him today, he responds by saying he can take something else from her, clearly implying sexual favors. So she straight up fucking murders Powell "Dead. Dead... and making a mess... She crouched, wiped her blade on Powell's shirt, and recovered the silver from his pocket. And then she stepped over his body, retrieved the revolver from its drawer, and got dressed" [pg 69]. And then to cover her tracks, she sets his boat on fire and dips. "Lila stood on the dock and watched the Sea King burn. She stared up at it, face warmed by the fire that danced on her chin and cheeks the way the lamp light had before the constable.'It's a shame,’ she thought. She'd rather liked the rotting ship. But it wasn't hers. No, hers would be much better" [pg 70]. Come on, tell me that’s not a great anti-hero introduction? Because it is.

That being said, the more time I, as a reader spent with Lila, the more I realized I hate her. I mean at least I felt something towards her, unlike Kell. So the first problem with Lila is that she is the epitome of “I’m not like other girls” Every chance she gets to put down anything girly or to put down other women she takes. Or, she just jumps at the chance of being called not like other girls. Which Kell often obliges in. And, this would be ok if it was criticized within the story, if it was properly examined why she feels this way, because there could be a lot of reasons, one of which could be that she realized behaving in a more aggressive or traditionally masculine way allowed her to have autonomy and allowed people to not talk down to her but to be afraid of her. There are a lot of ways in which this could go but it didn’t. And there’s nothing wrong with liking more traditionally masculine things, the problem is the way in which Lila clearly needs to put other women down in order to feel special about herself. I also mentioned earlier about my issue with how Lila undermines Kell’s feelings of his adoptive parents never really loving him and seeing him only as a tool. Again, this could have been played up a little more and Kell could have properly called her out instead of just being the meek bread he is and letting her essentially tell him that his emotional struggle doesn’t matter cause he’s rich. I get where Lila is coming from in this scenario and I do like that she treats him like that in terms of his emotions because it’s very telling of her own upbringing. The problem is that she very clearly makes it about herself and her problems. This could have worked better if she simply dismissed his feelings, got angry at him for basically swimming in cash, and then stopped there. We should have gotten an insight into her thoughts of why she feels this way or have it implied why she feels this way, rather than have her outright say it, because in this case, when she voices that and shifts everything back to herself it feels very purposeful and mean on her end rather than it just being her natural reaction. Instead of going “oh my life was terrible and way worse than yours” it would work better if she just called him a brat, told him to shut up, and then moved about her own business. That could also add a more interesting dynamic to these characters by having Kell be the emotional one and Lila be the one who Kell has to urge out of her shell by being the emotional support. It would be a role reversal of the traditional way most romances go, and again, I think Schwab was trying to do that, but the execution of it fell flat. My final gripe with this character is that she isn’t feral enough, and if Schwab had just made her more feral, this character would fit in perfectly. What I mean by feral is, exactly that honestly. She was too put together, too suave and cool and always knew what to say. If you’re gonna tell me this street urchin type orphan in 1800s London is cool and suave I’m gonna call bullshit cause no way this girl isn’t straight up feral and ready to bite someone’s nose off at the drop of a hat because that’s what she’s gotta do to survive. I just wish Schwab had gone down this route instead of the Lila we got, but oh well. It is what it is.

I’m only briefly going to talk about Rhy, Kell’s younger brother, because there isn’t too much I have to say about him and I feel like this is already long enough as is. Rhy is basically a cut and dry trope of the rich prince boy with a heart of gold. I love that archetype so I like Rhy, but to an extent. He seems to be only that trope and that’s it. There isn’t much more to him. Though he’s not as boring as Kell or as annoying as Lila so that’s a plus. I haven’t even talked about the twins that rule White London or Holland but again this is already too long, don’t need to make it longer and they also involve a lot of major spoilers that I don't want to get into.

Pacing

I know earlier that I said Schwab’s style of writing was very well done, that she clearly had a kind of rhythm for the writing itself, and I stand by that statement but the pacing is not good. It’s all over the place, it’s either too slow or too fast or just nonexistent. I’m going to use romance as an example of how the pacing is bad and I think you can tell that with a lot of books. If they have romance in them, which if we’re being real, they probably do, then the way in which the romance plays out can often be a good indicator of pace. The relationship is wonky so the pacing is wonky. To be honest, the relationship was something I didn’t buy. It went by too fast and when Lila kissed him it felt very robotic like they were just getting together because they were the breeding pair. They had no chemistry whatsoever even as friends. As friends, they were at least somewhat more tolerable, but like romantic partners, I just didn’t see it. The stilted romance was awkward and dumb and again, there was no chemistry, they were just shoved together because they were the only guy and girl and both had a POV.  I don’t know the overall pacing was slow, and I don’t mind slow build-up books. One of my favorites, Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor is a very slow build-up book but it’s well done, it doesn’t drag. This book drags and the romance in it drags. When the pace picks up it’s like going a thousand miles an hour. When shit hit the fan in the book, I get that it was supposed to be fast-paced and tense but I was never tense while reading it I just kind of wanted the whole book to end so I didn’t have to keep slogging through it. I guess I just hoped that the ending would tie it all together and fix the pacing which is stupid on my part because that’s not at all what happened.

Conclusion

Well, that’s all I gotta say about it, I gave it three stars on GoodReads.

Buy the book here:

https://www.amazon.com/Darker-Shade-Magic-Novel-Shades-ebook/dp/B00ME0TBFE

Buy it Used here:

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[krystalia-productions]

I know were like halfway through the year already but still 2019 lmao here’s the new commission sheet!! and I’m sorry to say, but prices have increased! Please read everything before asking for a commission!! (I’m sorry that its a lot, but its important)

IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW: 

- I am not a quick artist. I take a lot of time on my drawings unless I am doodling. I ask you to be patient with me, and I will make your commission look as best as I can make it look! - I have a right to deny your commission. I normally do not do this, but if it something that I cannot do, or will not do, I will. There is a list below of what I will and will not do. I ask that you please read it.  - I will not start a commission until payment is given. Info concerning payment will be given through DMs or other private social media. - Absolutely do not constantly ask me about progress. I am not saying you cannot ask about progress every once in a while, but pestering me about it almost everyday will make me want to do your commission less. If I warn you about it twice and you continue to do so, a refund will be issued and I will not do your commission. You may try again in later time, but you will be warned once more about doing so. - Concerning the above statements, if you commission again, I take it, and you constantly pester me about it again, a refund will be issued once again and I will not do your commission. You will be put on a list that tells me not to take another commission from you. You are done. - I will be sending a sketch of your commission through note or other social media (in private) to make sure everything looks correct and is to your liking. That is when any changes or concerns you have should be said so I can fix or change it for you. There is no extra charge for this, I want your commission to be to your liking! But If you have changes after I send the sketch and you approve, there may be a slight charge depending on what it is. - I forgot to put on the sheet, extra characters cost +$3! - Last thing, When I finish your commission, and something is wrong on the character, please do not be afraid to politely tell me! I will gladly fix it for you!  To let me know you have read, please put the word “Stickers” in your commission order.   What I Am Willing To draw!: 

Mobians/Sonic ocs and Fcs

Undertale or Deltarune Monsters/Skeletons (please see my style first) 

Most Fandom Ocs  

Feral characters

Normal monsters

Humans/Humanoids

Keroro Gunso/Sgt Frog characters or ocs

Some Animals (please ask)  

some Closed Species (please ask)

Moderate gore/Candy Gore  

Cartoons

Some Anthro/furry   What I am NOT Willing to Draw!:  other Nsfw (18+)

Fetish art

Hate art

Mechas

Anything Offensive If you would like to order a commission, Please DM me or ask me for another social media to talk privately in, we can talk details and references then! here is a form in case you need to know what I need~ Character name(s):(would be helpfu)

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Details:(about the character or what you would like in the commission) Payments are made through Paypal. If you have any Questions, please ask. Thank you in advance!!

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[bereft-of-frogs]

If you are ever so inclined - I'd be very interested in your horror recommendations.

This got…probably more involved than you intended. :D It was a good procrastination tool/distraction from A Thing I didn’t want to do though, and I had fun revisiting some of these old trailers.

This ended up really long. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this.

“The New Golden Age”

[These are what I’m talking about when I talk about us entering in a new golden age - really genre bending, specifically out to subvert tropes, make social statements, and empower people who have been shut out by horror in the past.]

Jordan Peele - Get Out (2017) and Us (2019)

Ah, Jordan Peele. The master of the comedy to horror turn. Get Out was the most fun I’ve had watching a horror movie in a long time. I love how it really fits itself to classic tropes but subverts them by flipping the genre and race dynamics. (Daniel Kaluuya’s character embodies the ‘Final Girl’ trope.)

Us fucked me up. Like, woke up at 3am thinking about it, couldn’t really look at Lupita Nyong’o for a while. The remix of the song that plays over the trailer literally gives me goosebumps. It freaked me out, so much. That one is a genre bender - you think you’re watching one thing (a classic home-invasion type trope with some weird mystery to it) and then the final scene basically upends everything you thought you were watching. Fucked. Me. Up.

Ari Aster - Hereditary (2018) and Midsommar (2019)

I’ve been talking a bunch about how much I loved Midsommar. It’s gorgeous visually, Ari Aster is so great at just letting things hang and letting tension build and build - and it was the first horror movie I think I’ve ever felt weirdly empowered by. Like, similar to when I saw Captain Marvel, I walked out of the theater like “is this how men feel all the time?” Hereditary is probably a better movie overall, not counting the fact that it was practically made for me. At its core it’s a grief drama, a phenomenal portrait of mourning…and it’s also really fucking scary. Those slow-tension building scenes are really used effectively in Hereditary.

I also think it’s interesting because Ari Aster is keeping pace with Jordan Peele, but did it in the opposite order. Hereditary is the genre-bender - you kind of think it’s a family drama/psychological horror for most of it, and then it takes a hard turn and makes you question everything you were watching. Midsommar is more on-genre norms - it’s essentially the classic ‘bunch of terrible people getting picked off one by one’ trope (I don’t know if there’s a better name for that), but by applying folk horror and really centering female characters as both pro- and an- tagonist, it does a lot of unexpected things.

Robin Aubert - Les Affamés (”The Ravenous”) (2017)

It’s a zombie movie, but it’s more than that. This movie is so layered. I saw it at a festival when it first came out and then we watched it again this year on St. Jean-Baptiste (Québec national holiday) because we wanted to be #OnTheme. (And to celebrate St. Jean-Baptiste without having to interact with crowds) and it kind of clicked what it was doing. It’s really about the absorbing of difference into the dominant, hegemonic culture and the struggle for marginalized individuals to survive. Robin Aubert has a couple others I haven’t seen yet, but have heard good things about and are on my list. I saw a critic call his main brand ‘pastoral terror’ (terreur pastorale) which I absolutely love as a concept.

Alex Garland - Annihilation (2018)

Some people might argue with me if this is horror or not, if it’s sci-fi, but I think it’s body horror. And it’s beautiful body horror! See this is what I’m here for. Body horror is not just gore - there’s not a lot of blood in this movie. Body horror is about distortion and the grotesque. There’s this one scene that still gives me chills when I think about it and Tessa Thompson’s final scene is beautiful body horror at its finest. (There was also a really similar scene in Midsommar, so I clearly know what I like.) The soundtrack is also phenomenal.

[I had a whole rant about the book series, which I hated, here, but it was getting long and derailing so I cut it out. the tldr is I hated the book.]

“Classics I actually Enjoy”

[I don’t always love what appears at the top of the like ‘essential horror’ lists, but these are the ones I think are worth it.]

Dario Argento - Deep Red (1975)

I really, really wanted to like Suspiria more, because the concept and Goblin’s score for Suspiria both appeal to me a lot more. But I had a lot more fun watching Deep Red. So far it’s my favorite of the giallos.

Richard Donner - The Omen (1976)

Classic. It’s so good. “It’s all for you, Damian!” Plus, I love any movie that comes with rumors of a curse.

Alfred Hitchcock - Psycho (1960)

I would classify most of Hitchcock as ‘thriller’ rather than horror, but Psycho is firmly psychological horror, and The Classic.

Stuart Gordon - Re-animator (1985)

I couldn’t really decide if I wanted to put this one. Especially because on a long drive my friend and we basically covered how this was really ripe for a remake because it’s flaws…did not age particularly well, especially re: gender and race. (But it could be so, so good. It could be an amazing commentary about consent and the use of marginalized bodies…but the original …is…not.) But I’m putting this on here because of body horror. They clearly hired dancers or choreographers to do the reanimated movements because they really lean into it and it’s great. It gets…heavily derailed at the end by an absolutely ridiculous gore climax and missing the opportunity to actually have a coherent storyline or a message of any kind…but they got the grotesque movements down.

Honorable Mentions: The Amityville Horror, The Exorcist, Rosemary’s Baby, *sigh* Cannibal Holocaust (like…I don’t actually recommend anyone watch it. I’m glad I did, because it’s really important for how the ‘found footage’ genre developed, so it’s a piece of film history but like. Don’t actually watch it.), The House on Haunted Hill

“Random Others In Between”

Adrian Lyne - Jacob’s Ladder (1990)

You might recognize Jacob’s Ladder as the movie that more heavily inspired the first chapter of ‘dark underground//violent sky’ more than I had originally thought. I had originally been basing a lot of the tone and style on current trends in horror TV, but then I happened to watch Jacob’s Ladder while I was in the middle of writing the second half and was like…oh. Like, I knew I had been heavily influenced by Jacob’s Ladder and the ending, but I had forgotten about how the film differentiates between ‘reality’ and ‘dream’ - in that it doesn’t! And that was an effect I was specifically striving for when I was writing ‘dark underground’. It’s also just a really weird, trippy late-80s/early-90s movie set in New York when New York was still really dirty and that’s fun.

Hideo Nakata - Dark Water (2002)

This is my favorite Japanese horror film. I think it gets a little bit looked over in favor of some others (Ringu, Ju-on, Audition), but it’s my favorite. (Has a terrible American remake, so be sure to avoid that one. It comes up first when you google. -_-)

James Wan - The Conjuring (2013)

I did really like this first entry - the sequels are kind of aggressively meh.

Scott Derrickson - Sinister (2012)

THE DANGER IS IN THE VIEWING!

Honorable Mentions: Session 9, Se7en, The Ritual, It Follows, The Descent, The Hills Have Eyes (I just really like bright horror movies), The Exorcism of Emily Rose (for fun bonus pretension, you can also watch Requiem, and then when people ask you if you’ve seen The Exorcism of Emily Rose, you get to be like “Yeah, have you seen the German original?” though, technically, it’s that they’re both based off of the same true-story. it’s still fun to say), Hard Candy, Ils (Them), THE VVITCH (should only ever be pronounced ‘The Va-Vitch’ lol)

“The Parody Films”

[What is there to say? They’re great, so much fun.]

Joss Whedon - Cabin in the Woods (2012)

Remember back in 2012 when Avengers 1 came out, and then Cabin in the Woods came out, like, immediately afterwards, and we all loved Joss Whedon? We were so innocent back then.

Eli Craig - Tucker and Dale vs. Evil (2010)

This movie is so pure. I love how they both play into and subvert the rural hillbilly tropes with the two main characters. They just want a vacation home! These kids keep killing themselves on their property!

Honorable Mentions: Shaun of the Dead, I was googling to confirm the year of Tucker and Dale vs. Evil and I saw What We Do In The Shadows listed as horror paraody, but I would count that more as a Gothic mockumentary, but I listed it here because I love it so much.

“Documentaries”

Xavier Burgin - Horror Noire: A History of Black Horror (2019)

This movie was so interesting! Highly recommend. I think Shudder is planning on producing more of these documentaries, about marginalized groups in horror, and I am Here For It.

Honorable Mentions: Cropsey/Killer Legends, Best Worst Movie

I think I’ll stop here and maybe someday do a separate one for books. And maybe TV series, but I’m having a hard time teasing out the line between mystery and horror because of how popular and kind of unique Nordic Noir is right now. It’s just hard to draw the line for TV.

But I’ll end by summarizing reading thoughts (in a more disorganized manner):

-I have two separate ‘complete tales and poems’ editions of Edgar Allen Poe - one to look pretty and one to annotate.

-If you come for my girl Mary Shelley I will come @ you. Once a kind of asshole-y friend once was like ‘Frankenstein is terrible because it was written by a teenage girl’ and, I swear to God, I almost fought him right there in the bar. The Last Man is also great.

-I also almost forgot how much I loved Dracula. The Harkers especially. (I once tried to read League of Extraordinary Gentleman and gave up with a rage-headache 15 pages in because of what they did to Mina.) (Ah yes, let’s make her a “Strong Female Character ™” by having her divorce Jonathan and almost be raped in the first 15 pages.) (Couldn’t deal with it.) (I’m sure I would in general like that series but I just had too much attachment to Mina Harker to get over it.)

-I physically cannot get through Lovecraft. I can’t do it. I’ve tried so many times, I know how important it is but I just. Can’t. Don’t want to. Won’t. Sorry.

-A lot of adapted books I tend to prefer the books they were based on. Some are kind of obvious, like I Am Legend by Richard Matheson, which is a way, way better book than the movie. (They changed the ending which undercut the actual message.) But others are still decent movies, I just tend to prefer the book. Like, everyone always puts Let the Right One In on ‘essential horror’ lists, but I actually liked the book by John Ajvide Lindqvist a lot better.

-Similarly, you may have noticed I put no Stephen King movies on this list - there are a few I really like, but I think they work better as complements to the novels. Misery and the original Pet Sematary (haven’t seen the new one yet) are my two favorite movies-based-on-king. The Shining is visually stunning by character-wise, wildly disappointing, so point to the novel for this one. (King also hated the adaptation for what Kubrick did to Wendy.) My general King recommendations are: Carrie, Misery, The Shining, The Mist, Insomnia

I’m having a bit of an issue with how male-dominated this list is. It’s partially my problem that I’m working on correcting (I’m at the point where I’m actively trying not to read horror books by white men anymore) and partially a general problem in the industry. It’s hard to get into an industry that for a long time unquestioningly based itself on violence against women and other marginalized peoples’ bodies. -_-  But yeah, I have a list of contemporary horror novels by women that I’m working my way through, and I’m trying to catch up on some older staples like Shirley Jackson, Angela Carter, and Octavia Butler.

UPDATE: After I finished compiling this list, I googled ‘Horror movies directed by women’ and there are a couple that I would recommend, I think they’re just not as visible. (Did not realize they’d been directed by women until this Google.):

Mary Lambert - Pet Sematary (1989)

Karen Kusama - Jennifer’s Body (2009)

Mary Harron - American Psycho (2000)

Lynne Ramsay - We Need To Talk About Kevin (2011) (though I liked the book better)

This list was probably incomplete and I’ve probably forgotten a bunch of things I really like! It’s also only made up of things I’ve already seen/read (though it’s not comprehensive). If something’s not on here and you think it should be, lmk! It may be that I haven’t seen it yet and I’ll add it to my to-watch list. Always taking suggestions, especially for more horror (films or books) from underrepresented groups.

#veliseraptor #horror movies #fright night #this took a long time i need to go eat lunch now #ha i meant to break this off at a normal point but #alas

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, KAT! You’ve been accepted for the role of PUCK. Admin Rosey: There's nothing that thrives more in Verona than chaos and Kat, that's exactly what you brought us - a character that exudes nothing but pure and utter chaos. Your para sample highlights perfectly the best and worst of our beloved Puck and his unapologetic satisfaction in being the best at being the absolute worst. Verona has endured many things but it has yet to endure Puck - and honestly I'm not entirely sure it will. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Kat Age | 24 Preferred Pronouns | She/her Activity Level | I think I’ll be able to get on quite a bit! At least two or three times a week, but likely more! Ya girl dropped a whole job ya YEET Timezone | EST How did you find the rp? | I originally came across it in the lsrpg tag, also I miss y’all :( Current/Past RP Accounts | These are links to inactive past accounts! https://neosy.tumblr.com/ https://grchcmisms.tumblr.com/ https://99gael.tumblr.com/ https://halogenq.tumblr.com/ https://odinbellc.tumblr.com/ ;)

In Character

Character | Puck, Pavel Lam

What drew you to this character? | beautiful chaos and twisted humor, a spring in the step of a child-like demon, all soft face and sharp features. they live life as if there are a lack of consequences, laughing in the face of harbored restrictions and societal rules. they swindle, steal, and slice, color the world with trickery and a wicked grin. they’re absolutely flavorful, chocolate cake with bitter, poison icing, long sticks of candy cane that are licked too sharply pointed.

similar to the likeness of peter pan, of trickster gods, and all devil-may-care figures. he is forever a boy, but parading as a man, selfish and big-headed. i see potential dripping from the deepest of crevices, his heart burrowed in armoured steel, tasteless victory.

what draws me to pavel lam? sweet, sweet chaos fed to me like grapes from adonis himself. let me unleash the beast of my writing in all its absolute, unruly nature. let me shatter glasses of whiskey by chucking them towards my fireplace as i express all the ways he can shred plans like priceless documents. i crave blood-stained teeth and busted knuckles, the dance of a jester as he makes away with all the kings gold. the clanking of chains and countless rings adorning fingers, gluttony and swallowed sanity. dear god, what doesn’t draw me to this character?

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

i. pride he shrugs, his silhouette not at all coy nor a picture of interest, but on the other side of a turned back there are gritted teeth and balled fists. he supposes it’s the curse of a person forced to work for their success, scramble and claw for riches. nothing tears him apart like a lack of respect, ironic and hypocritical from someone who can’t recall the definition of the word most days. he cannot stand being discounted, or ignored, more likely to smile at a drink thrown in his face than a turned back. his pride will eat him alive if he lets it, will consume him whole without mercy, and he cannot let them know how much it bothers him. he keeps secrets and lets blood pool his mouth from having his teeth sunk too harshly into his tongue. he can only clench his jaw so tight before something begins to splinter, a comment or a jest just an inch too far, just a little too close to home and something is bound to snap; an aging dam that still struggles against the weight of its burden.

tread lightly, or beware of the snakes in the long grass.

ii. greed it’s never enough, not all the riches in the world, not the most dangerous task nor highest penthouse. they can’t be sated by grandiose or any price tag, though such things are very well accepted and stolen. he will take all that is offered and more, refusing to reject any task that seems of interest, anything that feels as if others would turn it down out of fear or otherwise. these are the things that get people killed, and still he only laughs, the sight of his own blood lighting mirth and distaste. he feels no pity for himself, no self-preservation active in his mind or body. it’s only a matter of time before he finds himself in a situation that he even his wit and silver tongue cannot get him out of. danger signs do not flash so brightly to him, the dense fog filling the road in a blind search for glory and gore, his fingers grasp in the darkness and he plays it all as a game.

once and awhile, headlights cut through the mist in a warning.

iii. shame at night his muscles twitch and ache in sync with the pain in his chest, stood in his bathroom mirror with smudged glamour and horrid eyes – hurt, and disdain for his hurt. who is this person in the reflection? weak, and caked with dirt, hideous, with weighted skin under dull eyes that look pitifully vengeful? at night he stays out to avoid the man he shares his apartment with, the one who glares at him through the framed glass in his bathroom, the sleepless monster that feels everything he ignores, drunk and full of nightmares so that the pavel who works and the pavel who socializes can laugh and spit and jeer. the man who cowers under sheets and stares at blinking clocks is human, disgustingly so, and he rots and rots until he pulls his arms through decadent sleeves embroidered by gods. he does not cry, but seethes, and then he pulls himself together, all intoxicated and wild, the character, the jester, the mercenary.

he plants his hands on the cold porcelain edges of his sink, locks eyes with the reflection he sees, and laughs as if mad.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | you know me, the more pain, the more suffering, the more gain. bring it y’all.

In Depth

In-Character Para Sample:

he sits in the backseat of a parked stretch hummer with his legs spread in a dramatic fashion, leaned back in his seat with aloof expressions, careless posture. it’s not his car, but he dominates the atmosphere, the perfect center of attention, the other man’s eyes steadily on him, as it should be, as he intends for it to be. silvers drip from him, a newfound love of chains and jewelry, pretty and powerful. he looks unimpressed, perhaps playing his version of coy as he says, “okay, you have me here, now what on earth are you going to do with me?” all sharp teeth and glinting eyes, a modern day dionysus filled with lies and mirth, devilish words with a darkened tone, he leans forward, his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. pavel smells of fortunes, far from the street rat in rags, far from desperate but perpetually greedy, his grin so sharp it practically glows in the dark, could easily be imagined floating in midair, hovering above the leather seats.

they’re only here to play games, fingers gleaming with rings and itching to touch, to sully, to disrupt.

in instances like this they feel perhaps immortal, catching the light of the car overheads, the glare and tinted windows blocking the blackness of the late night outside. yes, mother, a child not designed but merely thrown together, a sloppy collection of limbs and blood becomes something beautiful, something frightening, so very terrible. a boy who had to struggle for money now carries himself as if he has had it his whole life, so comfortable in luxury, shrugging at expensive things and putting his shoes on the interior of italian leather.

“you know what you’re here for.”

pavel’s lips pull back in a wicked smile. the knife digs into the bottom of his calf in his boot.

it’s all too easy to play a part; pursed lips, crossed arms, sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. he appears petulant, perhaps wanton, poorly postured at a gala. expensive clothes but in an under dressed manner. he caught the targets attention immediately, an old married man with a high price on his head, a chunk of gold hidden in his chest, a new rolex behind his temples, and that’s all he sees now, not blood beneath flesh or rolling veins. if he is inhuman, then so is the man, objects for objective purpose, paid for in cash and carnage, a handsome face with chilling features.

he whispers lies and gets pretty words in response.

he likes it this way, business perceived as business, no fluttering eyelashes and personal questions, just the words of ‘roll over’ and a ringing, gawky laugh in response.

this is what war looks like to him now, red tinted club lighting and soaked underfoot, sleight of hand and golden letter openers, expensive bottles of wine and chandelier shards etched into skin. he suits this as well as he did sloppy street crimes, officers never minding the homeless man on homicide scenes; now they turn their backs to boys with expensive things, petty and spoiled, they assume, not worth their time. he climbs into the other man’s seat easily, a swing of legs over hips, knees fitted and he leans forward. it’s then that the feeling inside the car changes, near imperceptible to the eye but distinguishable by the way the man suddenly squirms, feeling less in control still, suddenly trapped. pavel gets close, faces nearly touching, eyes all humor. “what’s wrong? you wanna be on top?” he laughs, and the man pushes his chest, trying to get him off but pavel tightens his grip, fingers pressed tightly to the top of the seat on either side of the man’s head. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he feels the panic, the surge in energy, and it’s then, in one quick motion, that he unsheathes the knife and plunges it into ribcage.

he still does his best work with messy murder, pulling the knife out and slamming it into the man’s chest a second time, the leak of blood getting on his clothes, pants and undershirt black for good reason.

blood runs red yet appears inky in the under-lit vehicle, seeping out of wounds like tar, a monster escaping a body first in slow motion and then all too quickly. bodies get cold fast to him, his interest only spanning how long it takes for the light to leave your eyes before it’s on to the next. not a minute to waste, unopened bottles of champagne lay waiting to pop, showers of wine and new gadgets and shiny things to replace the new gaping void he feels in the cars interior. it doesn’t make him quite nauseous, but something inside him rolls. disgusting. boring.

he removes his long white over shirt now tainted with red and discards it on the floor of the vehicle carelessly, leaving a black wife beater on his person and opening the door, one leg sliding out in front of the other. he stills just a moment outside the gaudy vehicle, allowing only a moment to pass before the dull click of a lighter.

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#accepted: puck #accepted

[reddogf13]

Between two Voids ch 5

Pennywise x Beverly

summery:  It has been 12 years since Beverly was last in Derry. now 26 years old and returning with her boyfriend she strives for a life of normalcy in the small town. Unaware that a certain stalking creature has awakened much earlier than expected. Looking for a challenge to cure its boredom ,in the now crumbling town, IT aims to uproot her life as much as possible. Yet, is that really such a bad thing given her dark situation hidden from all but the eyes of a world eater? 

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore

prev chap: Between two Voids ch 4

next chap: Between two Voids ch 6

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~ch:5 Gifts ~

Back in ITs lair Beverly had hunkered down under the many layers of blankets. Staying in hiding since yesterday after leaving the apartment. Wanting to be left alone completely for a time being. It was the only way she could without the feeling of being watched from the dark. Being unhappy that this was the best she could do, hiding under blankets like a child.

“my life's going well.” she thought to herself. Turning over with a hiss at her ribs.

“maybe the clown can get me painkillers.” Losing patience over feeling aches at every movement.

“how many blankets are there? Where'd he get them all?” she wondered, shifting a bunch of pillows into a pile to rest her head on. Being careful not to knock down the large pillow pillars she formed earlier. Laying under a blanket fort carefully constructed with a mostly empty pizza box sitting nearby. Sighing when her stomach loudly growled. Getting up to shift out of the blanket pile. Peering out first to look for the clowns presence. Squinting toward the darker half of the den not lit. light illuminating half in red out from the wagon sitting near. the other half in partial blue from the outside new morning light falling through the large skylight above.

“looks like hes not here, good.” having not seen him since the night. If she could say she saw him at all with only his yellow eyes floating in the blackness. She took in some of the colder air before settling back down into her hidden fort.

“i don't think I'll ever want pizza after this.” taking up one of the few remaining slices . The wrapping on her hand catching her attention as she ate. Reminding her of the touch he gave on the back of her neck. Rubbing her free hand at the spot to stop the hairs on her neck from standing in remembrance. Mind wandering in reverse at what happened yesterday. Chuckling when Charles got hit with a rock.

“he probably threw that rock because I was taking too long at the door. … he probably heard that kissing comment.” dropping the slice onto the rest in dread.

“maybe he'll forget while hes out doing whatever. … probably hunting.” she thought, picking her slice back up.

Outside under the blazing afternoon sun IT was pacing in thought. Thinking of what his next gift should be. He couldn't do the same gift twice. That would show he was lazy, females did not like males that took shortcuts. Especially when they took them on the first steps of courting.

“the shift in her is different then the average. Not sadness, not fear, something between anxiety and anger.” Pennywise paced at the entrance of the drainage pipe to recall what humans called the specific emotion.

“stress? … what breaks stress?” he stopped mid pace.

“hmm, does any place still sell them here? Maybe that tourist place around the old iron works still sells them.” remembering another common gift given on the red heart day. “ I'll have to present it in a nicer container.” he went off to fetch the gift.

Inside Beverly was drawing swirls into the blanket underneath her. Slightly enjoying that she wasn't in the junkyard on this cold morning ... until now.

“Beverly.” hearing the clown speak her name from the small blanket entrance.

“what?” she asked unenergetic, not in the mood to talk. Growing more agitated as she felt him coming closer.

“got you some things.” setting down another hot drink on the pizza box beside her. Putting down a translucent fabric bag, filled with something heavy, alongside it. Crouching off to the side to watch her reaction over the gift.

Curiosity on the strange bag having Beverly pull it close. Tolerating his presence in her space for the time being. As long as he stayed quiet while sitting far away.

“...rocks?” looking inside the bag with confusion.

“not rocks.” he stated.

“sure looks like rocks to me.” she thought. Finding it the strangest thing he's given to her. Picking one up from the mix to look over.

“try one”

“humans don't eat rocks.” setting the one rock in hand back into the mix.

“they're not rocks.” he repeated. Beverly staring down at them at what she could be missing. Picking one back up for another examination.

“”try one” like he expects me to eat them” she thought with a look over it. Grabbing hold of both ends to press on the middle. The “rock” snapping in two under the pressure. Surprised it broke so easily she looked at the inner core of it.

“its chocolate.” she mouthed to herself. hands breaking the chocolate down a little more into smaller pieces. Trying one small piece gladly as her first piece of candy in years. The chocolate core melting in her mouth with a small crunch from the thin outer shell.

“like it?” His speaking catching her attention with a question coming to mind. Beverly pausing her snacking with a tap of her fingers against the bedding. Contemplating how to approach the matter.

“we have to go outside.” she spoke firmly.

“very well.” disappointed at not getting an answer to his question. Following her out the usual way, but her pace being quicker then normal.

“maybe she didn't like it.” he thought as they walked out the pipe.

“what is all of this?” turning to confront him on the river shore.

“what is what?”

“why am I here?! What's with the medication and all the food?!” she specified.

“you're sick.” his head dipping to the side.

“aaaand?” she tried getting more out of him.

“and what?”

“you planning to keep me stuck here?! what happens when i am better?”

“we'll see.” he shrugged. Beverly turning away with a frustrated sigh.

“you didn't like the gift?” he asked.

“gift?”

“i assume that means no.”

“why give me gifts?” she stared suspiciously.

“isn't that usual of courting?”

“courting?!” she exclaimed with a hard swallow of spit she managed not to choke on from shock.

“yes, courting. Do you use a different word for it?”

“no! I mean, there's no courting -courting of me- specifically- by you!” she kept clarifying on her words.

“why not?”

“wh- ...” she was taken aback by his question. Coming up with a million reasons why not.

“he can't be serious. This is some dark joke. A very creepy joke that's too far, even for him” her thoughts passed by at the speed of light.

“tell me, why are you courting me?!” she demanded to know.

“what reason shouldn't I?” he inquired.

“because, - … I am human! Wouldn't you rather find one of your own kind?!” she said off the list of the most obvious of reasons.

“heh, there is only one other like me and I despise them. If I want a mate I'll have to sss- choose one.” avoiding the word settle. That would not be a word liked upon by a possible mate.

“what about all those attempts to kill me?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“that was many years go when you were still prey to be eaten.” speaking as if it were nothing.

“so what's changed now? That i am older than I used to be?”

“yes, you've also shown your equal in strength. You don't act like prey underneath me. One point in taking a mate is making sure they're strong. So that the pair can be stronger together rather then one being crippled by the other.” he explained.

“you think I can make you stronger?”

“in some ways.”

“what if I don't want to be your mate?” her glare hardened.

“well, it will be your loss on a fine catch.” chuckling with a gesture to himself.

“what if I try to leave? You could be forceful about it.” holding her glare with a serious tone. His happy expression dropping at the mention of force.

“i won't-” he started.

“you could.” tone settling darkly on her words.

“shall you let me tell why I won't? … There is simply no reason for me to. I am not running out of time like you.” looking her in the eye as he spoke. Waiting to continue in case she was going to interrupt again.

“ I have waited this long to court someone, I can easily wait just as long again. A forceful approach only gives cons. You wont get a mate that way, only a threat that doesn't like you in the least. Half the time you must spend energy watching your back. they will kill you the soonest they have the chance or make your life miserable when they don't.

The rest of the time you have to waste energy forcing them to stay. Waste energy fighting every single moment together. Any brood created will have a lower chance of survival as one parent disfavors them. That's more energy being used for something that wouldn't be required normally. You're not my be all end all if you leave.

I have better things to spend my energy upon then trapping you here. Its not even worth doing for a meal.” he finished. Beverly not being completely sure of how honest his words were.

“humans do it for the physical pleasure. Not so much the companion part.” her glare softening a little.

“you humans get it physically while I get it through a feed of energy. It wont do me any good if my other half isn't satisfied.” smirking on the subject.

“so what you're saying is, you only get off when she does?” she asked.

“precisely.” his grin stretched overly wide.

“perfect.” she spoke sarcastically with a hand rubbing her face. Emotionally exhausted after the short time of talking.

“i can just leave then, can't I?” challenging his word on not holding her.

“no, there's still my winning of the bet. You're with me until your illness is better.”

“dammit.” she thought, having forgot about that.

“can you at least get this off my hand?” holding up the wrapped one.

“its not fully healed.” he sighed.

“but if you really want it off.” extending out his hand to her. Beverly setting her own in his again, That chill running down her spine from his touch. Becoming more flustered as his second hand covered hers to gently rub over the wrappings with his thumb. The smooth wrappings growing fuzzier with each smooth over. Taking a piece of it to shred away similar to a cluster of cotton being pulled apart. The rest detaching from her skin after a little pull.

Letting her hand go with the pulled webbing sitting in his. Holding it as the material broke down into dust blowing away with the wind.

“thanks.” She wasn't sure what else to say to him. Freaking out inside that he was courting her. Stuck with him for maybe a month or two until her pneumonia is gone.

“claims i am strong yet he has to take care of me.” she thought.

“is strength the only reason for courting me?” walking by to find a place to sit.

“you can be resourceful at times, clever, loyal.” he listed off from behind her.

“pfft, I am not any of those things.” tone of fake cheer to hide her depression.

“at least you still look delicious. He-he.” Laughing lightly at the look of unease Beverly gave him. He couldn't scare her, but he was still able to enjoy getting under her skin.

“i disagree.” he spoke to break her unsettlement.

“disagree all you want, it doesn't change facts.” fake cheerfulness faltering. Kicking a rock into the water nearby to watch it sink.

“if I was loyal I would still be with the guys. If I was clever would I even be here?” she went off in thought. Dragging her mindset down a dark spiral. Hanging her head low in her hands as she sat on an old fallen log.

“i recognize that emotion.” he thought. Hes caused despair many of times on others, but this will be a first on correcting it.

“like flowers?”

“depends, why?” she let out a tired breath. Watching him put a hand up his sleeve with a yank outward now having a small bouquet in hand.

“like these?” holding them out to her.

“will they burn?” leaning away from the offering. Not entirely trusting offers from him.

“most put them in vases, but sure if you want them to.” bringing the offering closer to him again. The flowers burning away with a small singe of fire. Falling to the ground as a pile of ashes.

“listen clown, I don't want any gifts from you. I rather we just keep space unless there's some important reason not to be.” standing to speak with little care to his reaction on the matter. Either he was being truthful about letting her go or he was lying and shed have to fight for her freedom. For the latter case she'd need to be more prepared first before any attempts.

“i haven't found the right offering yet, is all. I shall keep presenting, eventually I will find an offering you'll like.” speaking as if it were a challenge of his skills.

“no, that's not it! I don't want them! ” she rubbed her forehead.

“your taste is hard to point.” ignoring what she just said with a few thoughts to what she could want.

“nothing's going to work! there will be no courting of me or gift giving or whatever! That is all with no moving on the matter! … are you listening?” she asked at seeing him look off in to the distance to the side. “maybe you'll listen better if I try to leave.” she sighed with a turn to head off.

“you want new clothing?” he asked suddenly with Beverly stopping. thinking carefully on her next action. Considering in her thoughts for a moment.

“i do, but I can't take his gifts. That will just get me into all sorts of trouble.” she debated. Really wanting new clothes that weren't so torn or stained from blood. She walked forward without giving an answer to his question. Thinking that possibly ignoring him would get her own message across that she wasn't going along with this.

“what about a place with hot water?” throwing that offer out next while following behind. Almost causing Beverly to trip over her own feet.

“a place with hot water. Where I could take a shower and not a dip in the cold river. … no, I cant.” she thought. Ignoring him further with a painful bite at her tongue not to accept.

“it will be a room at that fancy hotel.” no reply from her about it. “it won't be a gift. Just a neutral providing.” he added. Having her stop with a heavy tightening in her chest. She inhaled a deep breath with a look to the ground.

“he says it won't be, but I know it is. Being out of the drainage tunnels would be nice, but ...” she fought with herself.

“no.” she painfully answered.

“ I'll shorten my bet winnings.” he offered last. He didn't want to put that on the table, but he needed to grab her with something. Courting wasn't just gifts, it was a show of what you could provide. Confidence in putting on a grand show on shortened time was still high for him. He just needed her to accept and judging by her body language it was becoming impossible for her to say no.

“shortened imprisonment.” she thought.

“shortened by how long?” Wanting to avoid being scammed by him shortening it by just a day.

“2 weeks off the total month left.” he answered.

“over half.” she thought, considering the option. “ I can't accept anything. … he wont stop offering things if I reject. … accepting would get me away faster. I really don't want to regret this … he's really throwing things at me. Maybe ….” an idea coming to light on shifting this further to her advantage.

“take off 3 weeks.” she stated at him.

“that barely leaves anything!” he exclaimed in a deep snarl. With a day already having passed and then another 3 weeks gone. He'd only have 6 days with her fully under his watch.

“you can have that be the last gift. Last gift has to be the best, right?” she smirked with brows raised.

He sucked in a sharp breath of air. Letting out a deep guttural growl from the core of his chest. This was heading a way he did not like.

“you did not want gifts.” narrowing his eyes toward her.

“i'd really like this gift. You don't want to end on a bag of candy do you?” baiting him further with a small smile. Happy to watch him squirm under the pressure. shifting his body with some speaking of an unknown language to himself at the side. Going still in contemplation with a look off to the side like earlier before this whole bargaining started.

The slow look he gave her next had her smile drop. Eyes burning a bright yellow with a growing sly grin. An idea of his own forming on evening the deal for himself.

“I'll give you your gift, if you kiss me.” he stepped closer.

“ … I'll get nothing unless I kiss you?” she glared, stepping back. Her risen mood dropping like the rock she kicked into the river.

“no, you'll get clothes, the hotel, and reduced 2 weeks either way. The kiss will get you the third week reduced.” Her mood raising back up a bit with the kiss being optional.

“how badly do I want that third week gone?” she asked herself in thought. Considering her next words carefully to figure out a way around this. “... it's not a gift anymore. More of an exchange.”

“you're the one who said to stop with the gifts. I thought an exchange would be easier for you to accept. Heh.” he chuckled. “besides, you said you would rather kiss me then someone else. So I can't be that bad.” what he brought up had Beverly turn away to hide the blush growing across her face.

“somebody shoot me now.” she thought with nothing to help her cope over the embarrassment. Collecting herself enough to face him.

“okay.” she spoke the acceptance quickly.

“the faster I get away, the better.” she figured in her mind to take this little bullet.

When he leaned down close she leaned back reflexively. Staying still for the action being difficult with the idea of him getting so close. Flinching away more from his touch of gently holding her chin. Heart racing from her body having learned that touch was not something enjoyable.

“afraid I'll bite? Heh heh.” he teased. Beverly forcing to lock her body still after that comment. Flinching made her seem afraid when she wasn't. Not wanting to portray that while being so close to a mouth filled with teeth.

“shh.” he hushed, slowly moving his hands to hold the sides of her face. She really hoped he couldn't feel her tense shivering in forcing the stillness.

The chill going down her spine settling her pounding heart. Shutting her eyes tightly with him coming close. Unable to back away from his hands holding her in place.

Beverly wasn't sure what to expect from the kiss. Maybe the taste of blood or a feeling of many teeth biting. Instead she got a soft kiss with the light taste of caramel popcorn. A few more kisses passing between the two making it go on longer than intended. The deepening of the kiss sparking an inner excitement Beverly never felt before in a kiss. Her body starved for affection taking anything it could, even from something that can kill her with a bite to the face.

Opening her eyes had her senses come to on what was happening. Shoving him away defensively to get him off. Pennywise releasing her with a step back for space. Standing by as Beverly straightened her clothes with nervous fidgeting over what happened. Avoiding his gaze like it would kill her to lock eyes.

“want the room or the clothes first?” he asked, feeling the same level of energy Beverly got from the kiss. He would have loved to keep the kiss going, but he needed to stay patient with her.

“how will the clothes be picked?” looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He gathered everything else for her, she assumed he would pick the clothes too.

Without answering he pulled a wad of cash from his sleeve. Holding it out for her to take.

“where'd you get this?” slowly taking the cash, suspicious of its origins.

“borrowed it.” he shrugged.

“ did the “borrowing” involve a dog?” already knowing the answer to that question. Remembering what Erik had mentioned yesterday in his paranoid rant.

“no, what dog? No idea what your talking about. Clothing store is not far from here.” he pushed the subject along.

“suuure you don't.” she mumbled. Counting out the money to budget it at the store.

“$321, Erik sure was busy.” she thought.

“I'll be taking my time on this shopping trip. You might as well wait somewhere else.” pocketing the money, walking up the river bank to town.

“you can't walk out to the hotel, its too far. You've already been outside long enough as is with your illness.”

“i won't die by spending 10 more minutes out in fresh air.” waving him off to go wait.

“why are humans so stubborn?” he thought as she left. He thought about following her, but Beverly wouldn't be too happy with him. He'd wait, but only until after her shopping was done. Getting her back to a warmer environment quicker then a long walk would.

“shit, maybe fresh air will kill me.” Beverly thought over the cold air stinging her lungs. The sensation growing to a consistent stabbing pain by the time she entered the clothing store. She stopped to lean against the wall to deeply breath in the warm air. The stabbing pain dying down with each warmed breath of air.

“what have I gotten myself into?” questioning herself walking down the aisle.

“i shouldn't have taken any of that offer. Shouldn't have given that -” she could still taste him with a lick of her lips. Intensely scrubbing her mouth with her sleeve to get his taste off. Shoving her regrets aside to sort through things. Staying picky over her selection to get the most out of her money. Able to get quite a few outfits and a backpack for easy travel.

“a week left then what? Will IT actually let me go? If I escape I'll have to return to Erik. Convince him to leave Derry, but now that he has an actual apartment he's not going to budge. Money will be tight if I move in with him. Charles seems to be rooming with him too.” she thought with a disgusted shiver. Piling everything onto the counter for purchasing.

“if I start making money maybe I can have Erik push Charles out. Charles can only drag out his life savings before his rent cannot be paid. Slime ball won't be hired around here with how much he chases girls away.” slowing her thoughts to count money for payment. Shoving everything into the large backpack to head on her way.

Following the wall outside to round the buildings corner. Buying a few newspapers from the multiple dispensers. Being only interested in the wanted sections at the back. Rolling them all up into one big bundle with a tap at the ends to keep the bundle tight. At the sight of movement she looked away from the bundle in hand.

“your rooms ready.” Pennywise stretched at his arrival back from the hotel.

“i told you to wait.” tapping the newspaper into her other palm.

“the store out of free bags? Why the expensive bag?” he pointed to the one she wore.

“easy for travel. Had a suitcase, but it didn't last on the streets.” shoving down the newspapers into it. Zipping up the small pocket to slip it back on.

“ready?” he asked with an offered hand. Beverly staring at it as if it were a bear trap ready to snap. Reluctant on taking it after everything else today. When she did take his hand a flash of black swept around them. Disappearing just as it arrived with them appearing inside the most front part of the hotel room.

A little motion sickness hitting Beverly at the arrival. The sickness disappearing by walking further into the room to get away from him. Noticing right away that this was the fancy V.I.P room of the hotel.

Fancy living room with full surround sound TV bigger than anyone shed seen before. Mini bar filled with alcohol, snack bar with multiple goodies. Double doors leading to the bedroom with another TV system sitting in front of a large king sized bed. A side sliding door leading to a whole dining area with a long table surrounded by multiple chairs.

Stopping at the dining room doorway at the sight of a buffet of food laid out all across the table. Not one spot being open to see the table top.

“i thought you might be hungry.” he spoke from the main part of the living room.

“i don't eat that much.” seeing over enough food to feed a party of 5. she wouldn't be able to put a dent in no matter how hungry she was. Although her growling stomach was happy to take a chance at the challenge.

“noted.” The point of the food being a presentation over simple feeding. He had to show three times as much in the limited time together. This was just the start of it all with each new presentation planned on being bigger than the last. Smiling widely in satisfaction over the mighty display with no need to hide it. The smile being his common expression in almost any situation already, it would seem no different. The smile twitching at seeing her pass over the food for the bedroom. Questions rising on why she ignored the display.

“not going to eat?” keeping his tone from sounding insulted. How could she ignore such a grand display so carefully arranged by him.

“not yet. I need a real hot shower and a change of clothes. DON'T come into the bathroom.” warning him in her most dead serious tone.

“why?”

“ basic privacy, If you do enter I'll gouge your eyes out with one of the shrimp forks on the table!” she threatened with a slam of the bathroom door.

“hm, should have thought of that. There's a lot more to stab me with here.” he thought with a hum. Being stabbed wasn't deadly, but still not a great feeling to deal with. “as long as I keep her happy I can avoid the issue.” he shrugged off. Ducking slightly to pass through a door way into the bedroom. Looking over everything with judgment at the quality. Especially the bedding that didn't seem nearly as soft as the one he made.

“i can make it better.” already thinking of ways to change the object. Moving on to the attached dining room. “why do humans build everything so small?” he thought over the room sizes.

“can't make that bigger, but I can organize it all to make it seem so.” his calculating paused by Beverly leaving the bathroom. Helped by the warm steam her refreshed scent filled the air around her.

He didn't turn to face her immediately, taking a deep inhale of her scent. Closing his eyes in enjoyment at the flowery scent. Most humans had some sort of scent, but it was always more of a false one. Perfumes that stained the skin or heavy shampoo scrubs that made them smell like a chemical vat.

Beverly let out a breath at finally feeling a pure cleanness on her skin. She bathed in rivers and homeless shelters, but that always involved straight cold to freezing water. Cold water just never felt like it penetrated the dirt enough for her. She loved hot water with just a soap bar for shampoo. Her time on the streets made her a bit more money saving with luxury's. Why buy a bottle of fancy smelling shampoo for six bucks when a plain scentless soap bar was seventy five cents.

She ruffled her hair with a dry towel. Working to get the last bit of water out of all the curls. Finding it dry enough she dropped the towel into a laundry basket by the bathroom doorway. Heading into the dining room with a temporary pause in her steps. The clown standing by the doorway with his back facing her.

“don't you have places to be?” growing tired of his presence being around so much.

“no, nothing more important than being with you.” he replied with a turn to face her. His usual smile plastered on his face.

“ I really don't like this game your trying to pull. … why don't you just eat me and get this whole thing over with.” she glared.

“ ha, that would be counterproductive to the courting.” he joked.

“this is serious! What logic did you get leading up to this plan?! WHY choose me and WHY do you remotely think this plan will work, at all. What kind of joke are you trying to make out of this?!”

“no joke this time. I thought these questions were answered. If you're going to ask the same thing, I will too. you have reasons why I shouldn't?” Leaning down on an arm resting on a countertop followed by a cross of his legs. A feeling that this conversation was going to be long & repetitious.

“obviously in the fight we all had years ago one of us hit you a little too hard in the head. What about the biggest issue, you still eating kids?!” she snapped.

“i haven't eaten one in years … but not by choice.” the first half confident with the last part mumbled in a whisper.

“so you'll eat one if you get the chance to? You didn't think it through on that I wouldn't be very happy about it. That I wouldn't sit by to let it happen.” watching him look off in thought to the side.

Truthfully he hadn't thought that far. He had become far too focused on the challenging thrill of the hunt currently in motion. This pursuing tunnel vision was becoming a recurring weakness with him. One that again had Beverly involved in.

“that's a yes.” she huffed with a hand shoving his chest, having him stand straight again.

“i won't be forgetting that you tried to kill me either!”

“you tried to kill me, we should be even.” shifting his head from side to side with a shrug. Taking in a long breath of air to catch her scent more clearly. Doing so while he could with her standing so close.

“no, no were not even! Not even close!”

“what would make it even? I can get you anything.” he offered.

“nothing! you can't just buy it!” shoving him, body growing a little desperate for air at the exertion. All the talking had kept her body from catching up on the air used. Despite wanting to continue she had to stop the whole interrogation short. Looking away momentarily to take in deep breaths to quickly regain herself to continue. When she turned, ready to speak, she was taken aback as IT had built up a oozing drool in the meantime.

“you're drooling.” was all she could manage to say. Unsure of how she should be feeling now. Was he hungry? Should she be regretting her words of eating her from earlier?

At just realizing he was heavily drooling he flecked out his long forked tongue. Smile dropping with a sweep away of the built up drool in a blink. Her scent had been bringing up a different hunger in him. His mind scolding himself for focusing on it so much. It was a falter in his “normal” composition with poor timing on the currently discussed topics.

“going to eat me?” she asked boldly. A tiredness in her heart wanting it all to end sooner without the games. Facing him in a fight felt far easier to handle than him playing nice.

Her words bounced around in his mind. Drool building up within his mouth at the tempting thought.

Beverly's body tensing with him leaning closer in the slowest manner possible. Her eyes darting around between him, possible weapons and his moving arms. The limbs hovering around both her sides as if preparing to trap her in a encircling embrace of death. invading her personal space with only half a foot separating their faces from one another.

He only wanted a taste.

One lick. One bite. A piercing of her sweet skin.

His jaws clamped tightly shut to hold himself back.

They're eyes locking for what seemed like an eternity. He could read her through them, but she had no way of telling his next move.

She wasn't scared, more prepared for a fight … or death. Body twitching out flinches in preparing itself for pain to hit it. Forcing herself still as not a sense of submissiveness should be shown under his dominating presence. She stood tall, fists tightened, a stare deep into his eyes she held as long as possible before needing to blink.

All of that crumbled away from the answer to her question.

“not how you think.” a grin of sharp teeth stretched across his face. Lines of drool escaping his jaws to fall from his jagged teeth. Bringing his presence back from her personal space, teeth shifting to not be so aggressive. Showing his long twisting tongue with a long drawn out lick of his jaws to sweep up the falling drool. The organ stretching out past a foot long turning from a pinkish red at its tip to a blackening purple toward the back. Sharp looking bristles lining the sides of the darker half, spreading a webbing of drool between each.

This display had Beverly break down from absolute shock. Her mind swearing her heart must have stopped. Maybe she fainted, she wasn't quite sure as the world blacked out around her. Yet, she was still standing when everything came back immediately after. The tenseness in her body washed away to numbness. The world slowing around her until she focused back on him. Not sure what to feel at seeing him stand in front of her with a smirk.

“ I'll leave you for tonight, but I'll return in the morning.” turning away from her with a walk out to the living room. Away from his sight, Beverly let a strong shiver pass throughout her whole body. Hands now shaking off the built up adrenaline rush.

#It (2017) #pennywise #beverly marsh #pennywise x beverly marsh #12 years after movie #beverly still kicks pennywise's ass #between two voids ch 5

[agentnico]

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: Ash vs Evil Dead (2015-2018) Review

Groovy!

Plot: Ash has spent the last thirty years avoiding responsibility, maturity, and the terrors of the Evil Dead until a Deadite plague threatens to destroy all of mankind and Ash becomes mankind's only hope.

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope everyone is having a great time knocking on people’s doors and taking candy that they didn’t pay for. This month I was lucky enough to discover the brilliance that is the Evil Dead franchise. I’ve watched the first Evil Dead film back in the summer, and this month my friends showed me Evil Dead II and Army of Darkness, following which I took it upon myself to check out the series Ash vs Evil Dead which continues the saga 30 years from the events of the trilogy. All I have left to say is this. When a man manages to binge through a whole show within 2-3 days, that show must have something about it. Ash vs Evil Dead does have something. “What?” you may ask? Well, the answer is simple: it’s bloody great!

Everything you loved about the Evil Dead films, the campy one-liners, the buckets of blood that looks like red paint, Ash being...well Ash! It’s all here, yet it is amped-up by about a hundred, since Starz gave Sam Raimi and the crew a bigger budget than that what they had with the films, which allowed them to tell more stories and explore the lore of the Evil Dead on a bigger scale. Though they never over-step their shoes, since even though the stories of the series are not confined to just the cabin (though the cabin is present, don’t you worry, you silly buggers), the whole show still manages to feel very self-contained, which partially is the charm of it. But know to expect the unexpected, since going into the show I was expecting laughs, practical effects and gore, and I got plenty of that, but the best part of the whole thing was actually the plot. There are twists and turns throughout, and the main story just keeps you engaged and wanting more. Which is why I won’t touch upon the story much, as this show works best when you know hardly anything about. Except for the Evil Dead stuff. I would definitely recommend watching the movies before the show, as it makes the whole experience more enjoyable and well-rounded, though its not a necessity. The show gives you enough backstory to not have to watch the films. But, I mean, why wouldn’t you want to watch the original films???

Season 1 is a great start for any series, since even though during it the show was still trying to find its footing, there are some great gags and plot set-ups for the future, and the inclusion of the new cast (including Xena the Warrior Princess herself Lucy Lawless!) alongside Bruce Campbell’s return as Ash fit very well into the world of the Evil Dead. Though here’s some advice on the characters. Don’t get too attached to any of them, as this show kills off characters just like the snap of Thanos’ finger. That’s another thing I like about this series. There are actual stakes. No one feels safe. And if you’re wondering how the show gives reason to the return of the Deadites, well, the reason is Ash, but in the most Ash way possible. The catalyst for this show ends up being this massive joke, and it’s great. Season 1 is a blast.

Season 2 is where Ash vs Evil Dead realised it’s strengths, and so fully went for it and the result is the show’s best season. It’s completely bonkers and ridiculous, but so much fun. The story is something else, the dialogue is not-stop comedic overdose, the actors get into their characters more and thus have more fun too. Season 2 is a roller-coaster ride from start to finish and is definitely this show’s stronghold.

Season 3 is a bit of a lone wolf. The problem is that the show does a strange thing of ending in Season 2. Basically the main story is finalised in Season 2′s finale, which begs the question of what to do for Season 3. And it seems that the answer to than never came up, since Season 3 lacks the enthralling story of the previous two seasons, relying solely on the jokes, which still keeps it fun, but the momentum is lost and one begs the question of “what’s the point of it all?”. The final two episodes of this season (and of the whole show) are actually really good as the writers actually come up with a place to take the show, but otherwise Season 3 is a let down. It’s not that it’s bad, but compared to the high-mark made by the previous two seasons, Season 3 drags the show down from being this perfect piece of entertainment.

I should also mention the soundtrack. Whoever picked the song choices for this series is great, as the are some banging tunes throughout. I’d invite this person to all the parties (that I totally have!) to take control of my Spotify! There’s also a great gag with the show’s title card, in which most episodes will not show the title card until blood is drawn, which sort of makes it a guarantee that each episode will begin with a bang. Gosh, I love Ash vs Evil Dead! So if you want a show where you don’t have to think too much but also have the chance to be engaged and laugh a hell of a lot, Ash vs Evil Dead is perfect for that. I can say with ease that this series has become one of my most favourite TV shows that I’ve watched, and it’s only the slight dip of quality of the 3rd season that is stopping it from being my No.1. But don’t let that draw you away. This is a must-watch. Hail to the King, baby!

Overall score: 8/10

#ash vs evil dead #evil dead #sam raimi #robert tapert #bruce campbell #ash vs evil dead review #halloween #2015 #2016 #2017 #2018 #tv #tv show #action #comedy #fantasy #horror #ray santiago #dana delorenzo #lucy lawless #ted raimi #samara weaving #jill marie jones #lee majors #arielle carver o'neill #michelle hurd #joel tobeck #groovy #ash #gore

[shinakazami1]

DEPONIA HEADCANONS - PART 1[/?]

If there will be a headcanon that has some major spoilers, I will write "*SPOILER*" before it (at least try to before all of them) 

Anyone who would want to talk about their/ my headcanons, I'm always open!

Characters in chronological order: Rufus, Goal, Cletus, Toni, Wenzel, Gizmo, Argus

There are some UNMARKED SPOILERS TO CHAOS OF DEPONIA (and the rest of the series) because of Seagull,  if you don't want to see them, please DO NOT READ THIS POST.

Oh, in the future I will make another post 'bout my Deponia AUs. :> and I'm so sorry for all those grammar mistakes I want to thank @annadraco @zmistress  @shantalangel and   @lytorika for wanting to hear this! (oh and there are some honorous mentions to @anonymouspuzzler for her Sugarpuff’s design)

Rufus

- Even if his intentions are not always working, he once got a job in creating mechanisms, robots etc. Everything was okay till he had a commission for mechanism using fire (you know how it ended).

-*SPOILER*  Rufus is the youngest prototype clone. Argus was born as 6-8 years old, Cletus as 4, and Rufus as newborn. Argus had a big brother instinct and took Rufus in his arms (more about it in Argus, Ulysses and Hermes parts)

-*SPOILER* Rufus was quite nice, somehow okay kid till his eight birthdays. It changed on the day when Seagull left him. One day before that he gave all the money to his dad (the story with him being on the desert for 2 weeks)

He went after Seagull to Lower Ascension Station. He got from his dad all of cotton candy from the machine (of course Seagull didn't pay, he was the one who made it malfunction and had hallucinations. Later Rufus was found by Gizmo, Mayor and Lotek and Lotti

- Before Rufus dropped from school (again, as a 8 years old) he was oppressed back then by older students due to him being not real son of the mayor Seagull. After getting beaten, Rufus would always go to Gizmo for medical support. Before school he would always go to mom for help, but after the accident Gizmo became his father figure (more about it in Gizmo and Rufus' mom part)

- Not only that, he was quite scared of his father. Rufus had 3 serious diseases as a child, but everytime Seagull gave him for it alcohol or left him for Gizmo to take care. Before his mother would help him and would argue with Seagull, but after she died Gizmo had to take her role.

-*SUICIDE mention* Rufus knows that he isn't good but tries to don't listen to this part and go on. He had two major suicidal attempts, but he never died as we can see. The first one (at age 12) ended up with Toni seeing him and she was the one who helped him return to his normal self. The second one is unknown. He was found after two months after disappearing out of nowhere covered in blood near Kuvaq.

-*SEX MENTION* Rufus is pansexual but sex-repulsed. He once tried sexy time with Toni ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but he ended up vomiting all night. He remembered Seagull's words about him being useless, good-for-nothing and all the abuse. Toni was firstly a little mad, but in later she was grateful for not having his child.

- Rufus met Wenzel thanks to Toni. They were good friends (the same interests, jokes) but with time Wenzel stopped adoring Rufus and saw his bad side.

- Rufus caused four major fire accidents in Kuvaq. Once as 8 years old, once on a festival (the same as in Doomsday), once in mentioned job and once in Toni's father's shop. There was some minor ones, but after every of those mentioned they had to rebuilt Kuvaq.

- Only Gizmo and Toni knows cause of Rufus' mania with Elysium. Gizmo knows thank for his parental instincts and Toni because Rufus told her while being drunk. There are two reasons: him thinking Seagull is there and promise to mother to leave her ashes "in the most beautiful place".

- Rufus doesn't hold his liquors well. He will talk, cry and then sleep (sometimes destroying stuff or harming people) and he won't remember a thing after sobering.

- Rufus wanted to be an artist, but after he was once discouraged by Seagull, he didn't draw anything for approx. 10 years. It was Toni who told him that his plans were greatly done and he should draw more.

- From time to time he still has nightmares of his mother dying. Each one became more gore. For a short period while being with Toni he stopped having them, but after they break up it gets only worse.

- Rufus stopped showing that he cares for others, because "then nobody will feel if I'm gone". It changes when the first game starts with meeting Goal. It was his last time to try to go to Elysium, because he wanted to end it once and for all.

- He tried to have a pet, but each one died in some bizarre way (mostly because of his experiments). The only one that was alive for more than 3 months was his cockroach (firstly Jimmy, later called Wenzel). Rufus often said compliments about it which caused many misunderstandings. It was killed by Toni after she found about its existence.

-All objects in his room at Toni’s house are remaining from his previous one. He burned out it as 8 years old. For the next few years he lived together with Gizmo, later with Toni.

- *SPOILER*  When Lotti "was born" in the fourth game, Rufus really was happy for her and wanted to have some good time with her. Before the biggest male role, now a good companion Rufus as a genderfluid was so happy. Unfortunately it didn't work out and he didn't tell anybody about his feelings.

- His red scarf is a present for his 4th birthday from his mom. She gave it to him two days before she died. He wears it not only because of sentiment, but because he used it as bandage many times.

- Also, it was less red when he got it. Most of the colour is just blood.

- He loved his red hair, but was so happier when it changed colour to brown. Nobody finally laughed at his unnatural hair. 

- When he had to give 5 zlottis to Seagull, he worked in few places to get them all. Gizmo, Toni's dad etc. Unfortunately he could get the last one, so he had to steal it from his teacher. 

- Every year (in the Deponia series time, I have no idea if it works different) Rufus left Kuvaq for one day. It was the day of his mother's death. He would go to desert under the same rock he hid on "the day". Nobody knows what he is doing there, but after a while they called it "The Fireless Day" 

- *SPOILER*  There are two versions of Goodbye Deponia ending. One is the true one, Rufus not dying and eventually blowing up Deponia, the second is him dying and Argus being alive (about it more in AU post) -  *SPOILER* Like Goal, each part of Rufus had some bigger emotions with them in Goodbye. One was anger, the second sadness and his low self-esteem and the third was craziness.

- He has prophetic dreams and many times déjà-vu. He never questioned how he had them and only try to see the best side of himself in there

-*minor SPOILER, ABUSE MENTIONS*   Before mother died, Rufus thought of going to the university of robotics or becoming a mayor after Seagull. While his mom was happy for her son, Seagull still was discouraging Rufus. After her death, Seagull would normally do it on his daily basis.

- He got his coat from Gizmo at his 12 birthday. It was based on Seagull’s and it was too long for Rufus at the time, but he wore it anyway.

  Goal

- She got her name because she was “a goal” of her parents (more about it maybe in Ulysses' part)

- She is younger than Rufus, but there isn't more than 10 years between them (maybe up to 5 year gap)

-*SPOILER*  Because of her brain operation, she often had headaches and temporally memory losses. She have to take medications, but due to her childish personality she isn't really keen on taking them. Cletus have to somehow give her them in food.

- As a child she was quite fragile. She couldn't play with other kids, but sometimes Argus took care of her and Cletus had to be also there.

- She had piano lessons, but was never really into them. Rufus on the other hand loved creating music and he had quite a beautiful singing voice if he was alone. When they were adventuring, she always asked him to sing some songs. He always sung his mother's lullaby that she would sing him every night.

-*SPOILER* While she told Rufus he is a bad cook, she also wasn't the best. They both nearly blew up Bozo's cabin (? I'm not sure if it's a cabin sth else). Bozo was the main cook with Doc from time to time making some meals, but Rufus would wake up early to try make something once in a while. Goal was the one who had to wash the mess he made every time.

- She hated being only inside her room as a child and teenager. When Goal turned 9, together with one rebellious Organon and some other Elysians she went for a concert. Argus saw her and told everything Commander Ulysses, killing also the Organon rebel.

-*SPOILER* While Goal didn't remember Argus' face in Goodbye Deponia, before she was 4 years old he never would wore a helmet (while playing with her etc but also on daily basis). Just after Ulysses saw she started to remember things, Argus could never show his face to her ever again.

- She was supposed from the beginning to love Cletus, but due to his character she thought he was boring at first. Later Goal found out about his creative side, but he tried really hard to not show this part to anyone.

- Goal questioned her love to Rufus a few times. Firstly she thought he was Cletus then he hated him but slowly fell in love - maybe because of the adventure or him being more and more like her, I dunno.

-*SPOILER* She has many nightmares and hallucination of Rufus after ending of Goodbye. Sometimes they are a repetition of stuff they've done together, but mostly it's about his death. The hallucinations are quite real, making her a little insane. She fortunately fought with it, but they stopped when Goal met Rufus in Doomsday

- She loves animals, but not always take care of them. She even thought of Rufus as her cat.

- She is adventurous and curious, that's why she loves to try all the food she can find. It ends not always horribly, but most of the time she has to go to the toilet

-*PERIOD MENTION, SPOILERS* Goal has hormones problem and doesn't have period at all. She once took medicine, but it made her feel sick. After Goodbye she wanted to have some "fun" with Cletus. She learned that she couldn't have children due to some unknown illness (for Elysium at least).

-*SPOILER* After Goodbye, she became BFF with Toni. They talk about many things, including stories about Rufus. Toni is one of few people knowing Rufus has died.

-*SPOILER* When she went for the biggest adventure of her life after Doomsday, she saw Hermes' workplace. She also met one kid from sewer and a few people left on Deponia. She died peacefully (natural death) in Kuvaq next to Rufus' grave she made.

-*SPOILER* She remembers all of her personalities episodes from Chaos of. She couldn't believe she kissed Rufus that many times, but later it became her favourite memory.

- Goal is quite good with Maths, she even won three competitions. Later she was scared that her papa was helping her, so she stopped going for them.

- She once dressed as Organon and made some pranks on her father. She was banned from coming out from her room for three months.

Cletus

- He is demi heteroromantic. From the beginning (of his life) he was supposed to be Goal's husband and he was quite okay with it.

- He is mostly left-handed, but due to people laughing at him he also learned how to use his right hand.

-*ABUSE MENTION* Ulysses was like a father figure to him. He was adopted by family of aristocrats. They unfortunately bullied him psychologically because of him being fragile boy. The also made him have Arachibutyrophobia. Many Elysians are scared of bacteria, germs but Cletus' level of this phobia is the greatest.

- He loved his bot servants as a kid. They were his friends and they took care of him. Unfortunately, they all had to go for service for Organons who gave him Oppenbot at age of 11. It was the moment of change when he didn't think about robots as friends, but just a mere servants.

-*SPOILER* After Oppenbot’s death, Cletus made a figurine based on it. He wanted to give it to his future children, but he never got a chance to have them.

-*ABUSE MENTION* He had mixed, mostly bad  relations with his family. Older brother was mad and jealous because he wanted to be the one who would marry Goal. His father wanted business contacts thanks to Cletus. His mother wanted another child but she hated that Cletus wasn't her dream son. The only person he had support was his sister. She helped him bear with all oppressions and when he turned 18, made their parents disown him so he could be free.

- *SPOILER*  Cletus knew that something isn't right about him. He once saw Argus’ face to learn that they are mostly identical. Because of that he also didn't believe Goal was in love with Rufus; he thought that she mistook “that imbecile” with him.

- While Cletus is great as studying, he isn't good with Biology, mostly because of too graphic for him pictures. He is the best at linguistic.

- *SPOILER*  Like Goal, he has hallucinations and nightmares of Rufus. Firstly they didn't talk, but slowly he couldn't bear it. When he lost all his ideas,  he thought his hallucinations would make him kill himself. But to his surprise, they helped him.

- *SPOILER* Cletus died right after he told Goal he couldn't bear with it all. This time hallucinations were quite painful. He died because of falling fundamentals of Elysium. His body was never found.

- He has quite sweet tooth. Hates spicy food. But life showed him he have to finish his meal, then he can complain.

- He started to like his green hair just when it started to disappear (age 12)

- Cletus had to play as clown for 5 years to give everything Goal wanted after his parents disowned him. Sometimes his sis would give most of hers paycheck,  but it was hard to get a job in Elysium due to robots taking most of them.

- As a teenager Cletus once wore a dress so he could go to a club at Elysium. Nobody knew then it was him due to his feminine body.

-*SPOILER* While he at first hated wearing Rufus’ clothes, later he loved how the scarf looked and how coat showed his body shape.

 Toni

- She is quite rebellious lady. As a kid, she loved to go on solo adventures or be the captain of groups.

- She wanted to drop out from school, but after she met Rufus she thought education could help her find a job. Unfortunately, the school was lost thanks to Rufus’ third Fire Accident. All teachers disappeared from Kuvaq. Later there was no kids, so Major didn't even thought of looking for new.

- She fell in love with Rufus because of his individualism, creativity and that then he looked like an intelligent person. After 3 years she started to hate him. And you know (Doomsday) how they broke up.

- *SPOILER* After the second game, Toni took all her stuff from Kuvaq and tried to save the world alone. She goes to Porta Fisco where her friend is part of the rebellion. She was before a part of it, but due to all shenanigans in Kuvaq she just didn't have time for it.

- She is okay with animals, gets with them on personal level. She couldn't have any thought when she was with Rufus because it would have died (like they did, 3 times, but they were Rufus')

- While she have many adorers, she isn't open for relationship. Slowly she finds someone between Goodbye and Doomsday, but I'm still not sure if this relationship gets to any intimate moments.

- *SPOILER* She is the first one to see that something is wrong with Rufus. Or more likely, it's Cletus. She openly tells Goal about it. They became great friends.

- She once painted together with Rufus big painting. It sold well and she made him lose any memory of it so she could have at least some money.

- There is a secret passage to her room after she made a guillotine on the entrance. She had to make it because Rufus would steal and destroy it every week. He also always forgot about it and every time she had to make notes for him.

- While she wanted to have a baby, it would be a horrible idea to have Rufus’. She understood it after a couple of years from their sexy time. But they would have sometimes only foreplay just to have those needs satisfied.

- *SPOILER*  She also made a good bound with Bozo, who was the second person from Deponians to notice it wasn't Rufus at the end. They told each other their adventures with him.

- *SPOILER* At first she hated Cletus because of him playing as Rufus and what he has done, but it's her who helps him with hallucinations.

-  Toni is a great acrobatic. She once was going for ballet lessons to Sugarpuff (please look up @anonymouspuzzler design of him, it's awesome!) After he died, she still tried to dance.  Unfortunately because of Rufus she has some scars on her body, but they aren't too bad.

- She started smoking in the 5th grade thanks to her mother leaving cigarettes everywhere. Her father stopped smoking 20 years before the first game because of explosives in his shop. She also is a choleric as her mother.

- Toni had some minor problems with her parent (mostly because of Rufus) but she understands them and tries to be as nice as she can.

- While she tried many part-time jobs, she mostly helped her parents with their shop. She also got some money by giving Rufus’ unfinished/ not-working inventions.

- Toni, together with Rufus and Wenzel, made a great trio. They had some adventures, as wanted to come to Elysium, always having each other's back. After Wenzel falling in love with Toni and Toni breaking up with Rufus, they still were in touch, but never wanted to go again together to any journey.

- She learned how to fight by her auntie and by lessons from life. She is a feminism (or more likely, she fought for equality for all, no matter who they were) and she had to say her opinion.

 Wenzel

 - He has a little crush on Toni. He had it from beginning, but he also respected her choosing Rufus over him. But there was a short period where he had a little platonic crush on Rufus too.

- Wenzel first met Rufus when someone bullied him. He thought that Rufus fought, but it was only another unsuccessful creation. Okay, that's also not the whole truth. Rufus saw from a distance that Wenzel was getting bullied and wanted to become a hero. Because of that he had a head injury and was asleep (in coma) for a week. After that, Wenzel became his good friend.

- His whole family is tubby. Because of that he had some complex that made him isolate from any girl, because he was scared their child would hate him for genes. After meeting Rufus he became quite Adonis in love stuff, but still didn't have any luck with finding somebody.

- Wenzel is as sarcastic as his father. His mom never understood sarcasm, so sometimes they laughed because of it.

- His parents are gone in all of games because Kuvaq was only a temporary house. They wanted to take Wenzel, but he insisted he wanted to stay there. Every week till his 20th birthday he got a phone call from them once in a week or month, depending on season. He would always wait and look at the phone in the centre of Kuvaq for it. After that something happened to his parents. He only got letter with condolences from unknown person.

- Wenzel hates being called a nerd. Just because of that he purposely didn't pass Math classes.

- He has a lactose intolerance. Rufus as a “prank” would give Wenzel some milk from time to time. He ended up not doing it because of Toni and because he also got pranked by being left in the middle of the desert.

- He knew about Doc and admired him, wanting to be like him in the future.

- The only good thing - as he says - Rufus made for him are goggles. They were supposed to be friendship ones, but now he's wearing them because of the sentiment.

 Gizmo (feels coming)

 - As a kid, Gizmo had many role models. He wanted to be a policeman, a fireman and a doctor. He ended up being all of them in Kuvaq, his home city thanks to mayor Seagull searching for “a loser who doesn't want money”

- While Kuvaq was his hometown,  his parents took all their savings so their boy would study in better place. He even went to the same university as McChronicle, but they weren't that close to each other.

- But he wasn't the only one from Kuvaq. Mr. Sugarpuff also ended coming to the same place. They liked each other before this period, but it was then when they fell in love. (Again, please see @anonymouspuzzler design of him, it's just so incredible)

- He adores his boyfriend but was sad Sugarpuff could pursue his dream of being dancer/dance teacher. Sugarpuff also was sad that Gizmo could go to medical university, but he knew none of them had money for their dreamed universities  (and dancer wasn't a good choice for job in Deponia)

- On their 6 anniversary, after graduation Sugarpuff bought for them both a car. It was for the ride back to Kuvaq to meet their parents and tell about them getting married.

- Unfortunately, they got an invitation to a party by a new mayor - Seagull. Gizmo got drunk and told that he was keen on taking “the important jobs”. He didn't even remember undersigning the contract.

- He had no idea how to do any of those jobs. But with Sugarpuff on his side, Gizmo made his great office (those engineering class really helped them).

- Because of Gizmo’s duties, he couldn't meet with his boyfriend as often as before. But there were some romantic nights (and sometimes beyond romantic)

- While their parents were okay with boys being gay, others showed many signs of homophobia. Fortunately after a few rescue missions people saw that without those two the town could have not existed, so it wasn't that big. Still, Gizmo felt bad about it and tried to hide his relationship.

-Gizmo was third person in Kuvaq to see Rufus. He felt his parental instinct to him. Because of it all Rufus’ mother made Gizmo his godfather. (But when Rufus turned 18 he quickly went to Mayor to destroy all documents of it)

- Gizmo was one of few people who liked Rufus natural red hair. Unfortunately, after Rufus’ eighth birthday he got a little traumatized of it.

- When Rufus’ mom went for her trips, Seagull would always give Rufus to Gizmo to babysit him.

- It was Gizmo who had to take care for all the wounds Rufus got. It helped him practise medical skills. Sugarpuff would also come with some books for Gizmo and they would read them together.

-  *DEATH MENTION* Sugarpuff on their 10th anniversary proposed to Gizmo. He said yeah right away. Two days after that there was accident which killed Sugarpuff and Rufus’ mom (about it later in Sugarpuff and Rufus’ mom part) After that, nobody saw Gizmo for a week.

- *ABUSE, SUICIDAL PERSON MENTION* When he came back to his cabinet he saw Rufus bleeding before his door. He was bleeding quite quickly. Later Gizmo found out that there were pieces of glass in every part of Rufus’ body and that the little one (mind you, a four year old) tried to kill himself with a kitchen knife.

- *SPOILERISH*  For the next month or so whenever Rufus had a chance, he would apologise to Gizmo for his loss, always crying. Gizmo knew how horrible this scene must have looked for Rufus if for him it was the worst accident he saw in his life. Rufus would also vomit after thinking about it every time.

- Gizmo has dreams of Sugarpuff everyday in the month when he died. The first time he would always sleep with Rufus, because it helped him with anxiety.

- Thanks to Sugarpuff’s parents he got better in his job. They had many books and both worked as doctors for Organons.

- Gizmo would go to Rufus’ school as his parent. Nobody questioned him for it.

- Gizmo got a few times into a fight with Seagull, always because of Rufus.

- On Rufus’ 8th birthday he was the first to start looking for the boy. He took Mayor and Lotti with him and they found him late evening. After that day, his relationship with Rufus got worse and worse.

- Rufus (approx 11 yo) came to him to ask how to make Toni happy. Gizmo was relieved that the boy finally started to open himself for others. And that the colour of the hair was changing slowly to brown.

- Gizmo had to put Rufus behind the bars often. For Rufus it was like a sleepover, so he would talk and talk to Gizmo about everything. It always made Gizmo more anxious.

- He was so happy to be free when Rufus turned 18. He no longer had to pay for all this damage and was really relieved.

- *SPOILER* When Rufus disappeared from Kuvaq in the first game, for a short period he still did his job. He was a little scared of what will happen to Rufus (but he wouldn't admit it) and went with Toni.

 Argus (spoilers to the whole series)

 - My poor ace cinnamon roll who made some wrong choices

- Argus wanted to have a normal childhood, but Ulysses didn't want him to. He was supposed to be a guardian with no feelings.

- ace demi boiiii

Argus learned about his sexuality slowly (it took him approx. 7 years). He listened to other Organons and they needs; heck, he even once was about to have sex, but he just didn't feel anything. He thought something is wrong with him, but thanks to comrades he felt good about it (and yeah, there were also some ace boiiiiis there, some liked some smex, some didn't, most of them could have only fantasies. Remember kids, each person is different and may feel different about themselves and being ace doesn't mean not liking sex.)

- He liked playing with Goal, even if she was a trouble it gave him a way to be happy

- He found out that he is a clone right away. Ulysses said that's it's best to tell as soon as possible so there won't be any revolution (spoiler: he was wrong)

- *SPOILER*  In the Goodbye Deponia, he asked Goal because of his small platonic love to her (mostly buddy-buddy type) and because it would be the easiest way to get to the power.

- *SPOILER*  He was the only prototype who remembered he wasn't ‘normal’. He also had often dreams about the day he was born and that he would try to take care of the youngest (Rufus)

- For Organons he is not only a leader, but a comrade and brother. He practised every night for months so he could be a good orator and singer.

- He saw Rufus once before the series. Because of another experiment Rufus got into Organon’s Station. From that time he snooped once in awhile on him. Also some Organons who were there started to question why Rufus looked so similar to them. They were executed as a warning for others.

- He is the most tanned thanks to his childhood when he wasn't trained in armour mostly at the desert (and UV lights in Organons’ gym)

- He once made a teddy bear for Goal but it got destroyed by Ulysses.

- He was surprised to see Rufus in the first game. He lost the connection of spying device only one day before.

- Argus has a sweet tooth, but won't admit it.

- *SPOILER* In his youth Argus thought about Ulysses as a master, king that he must listen to. Thanks to hidden library and spying on Deponians he stopped thinking like that and his plan was to become a ‘fair’ leader of Organons, leading them to the victory. He wanted the best for his brothers (or so he thought)

- *SPOILER*   He really wanted to give Rufus a chance to rule together. He felt that he could trust him and he was wrong. He was quite mad that Rufus of all the things had to decline him.

Nobody knows if he died or not. Probably yes because of lack of healing factor.

- Argus played for himself on piano. He got quite good at it, even getting one to his room. Because he was on higher level in Organons, it was quite fancy, minimalistic room.

#deponia #headcanons #rufus #argus #toni #wenzel #gizmo #goal #text #list #long post

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #72

hey ya’ll, kinda conflicting moods in this survey; the earlier, dreary-sounding answers, please do not worry about them, as i took this over the course of longer than a week.  i was hospitalized this past week and am currently home safe again.  i just don’t feel like going back changing answers, lol.

are you currently distressed about anything?   yes, quite a bit.  i found the gem to the ring jason gave me, but i can't find the ring itself... i really wanna fix it and wear it.  i'm pretty damn upset about the situation, considering how much i cherish anything i've ever had from him. do you like your pop tarts toasted or cold?   i like them how they are in the package. do you like sitting in the front, back, or middle of the classroom?   i prefer the front, 'cuz i can see better and i feel more obligated to engage. what’s your least favorite flavor of candy?   orange do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before?   no. which is worse: living where there’s lots of tornadoes or lots of hurricanes?   tornadoes, definitely.  i live where there are plenty of hurricanes, and the last one we had that was truly devastating was floyd, and that occurred when i was a very young child.  tornadoes, meanwhile, are more immediately dangerous. have you ever seen a black rose?   no, but i would loooove to... do you like pie?   no, actually. if you died right now, how would you feel about your life?   it was a nightmare. do you have any morbid interests?   gore and guts.  bones.  death itself, kinda. if someone were to ask you if you were okay right now, are you?   no.  i'm currently waiting for the suicide hotline's online chat room to open up.  i've been a wreck all evening and google searched something i shouldn't have; google gave me the number to the hotline as well as the option to chat online.  i broke the fuck down.  i've been waiting for a spot to open for like ten minutes... have you ever thrown up from working out?   no, but i know i've been close. do you have any gay family members?   i think i have an uncle who is? would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn?   fuck yes i would be. (new day.) would you date someone who still lived with their parents?   uhhh, why wouldn't i...? would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them?   nope. would you enjoy a night of playing video games?   very much so. would you watch a porno with your partner?   absolutely not. would you be okay with your partner hanging with their ex as friends?   errr... i hate admitting this, but no.  it's suspicious. coffee or tea?   i have a strong dislike of both, really. when was the last time you climbed a tree?
   never; nc doesn't really have climbable trees, just pines. what clubs do/did you participate in at school?
   i was in the art club and shit, what was it called... it was for honors students... what is something you and your best friend say/do that seems strange to an outsider?
   act gay as hecke do you like to sleep near the wall, the middle, or the open side of the bed?
   open side. what’s the strangest rumor that has ever been spread about you?
   a rumor started in high school that jason and i had had a baby.  a rachel is who told the person who told me, soooo i'm not stupid.  i know which rachel started it. how involved were you in the drama of your high school?   not at all. do you like to cuddle while you are sleeping?   all night, no.  when jason and i were dating, i would usually begin sleeping cuddled with him, but would pull away during the night because i got hot. what are you favorite places to be touched?
   i'm guessing you mean sexually?  personally my breasts are very sensitive to touch. do you like lip biting?   again, in a sexual context?  sure. describe your first date.   jason took mom and me to see "ghost rider 2."  i personally thought it was very cute that he wanted mom to come, too. what really goes on in your head?   memories, poisoned with remorse.  i'm always looking back and missing how things used to be.  death and decay goes on in my head.  passions pass away, and the darkness that i try so hard to keep in the back of mind envelops its entirety more and more each time i weaken.  i don't mean to sound all dark or poetic, it's just... how i describe things.  i wish just one person would understand exactly what's happening up there. do other people’s opinions mean anything to you?   sometimes. have you ever just wanted to run away to see who would follow?   i have run away, and nearly got the police on my ass. have you ever had a hamster as a pet?   multiple times.  all were assholes. who do you really need in your life?   jason.  yet he's not here. way down in there’s any part of you sad at all?   all parts of me are sad. what’s your favorite type of insect?   i really love butterflies, moths, dragonflies, ladybugs... is there anything worrying you right now? if so, have you talked to anyone about it?   when am i not worried...  i'm so scared jason won't come back.  the last person i talked to about it was virginia, his mom.  i was suicidal last night and was very, very sincerely contemplating killing myself, and i wanted to talk to him, because i feel like he's the only one who can talk me out of it.  so i found their number and called their house past midnight.  i talked to virginia; jason had just gone to bed, and she didn't want to wake him up.  she's such a sweet woman...  she tried so hard to help, but it was all in vain. apart from sleeping, what do you plan to do tonight?   cry, i'm sure. does anyone see you as a role model?   i'm certain that's a no. what is something that you’ve recently learned?   it's very likely i have bpd. what is your most expensive possession?   the laptop jason gave me... but it's broken right now. what’s the worst sickness you’ve ever had?   aside from mental illness, the worst physical illness was just a REALLY bad stomach virus.  i've never even had the flu. are you excited to pick out your wedding dress one day?
   if i ever get married... then yeah.  it's one of my fairytales. what kind of music do you tend to like?   heavy metal, some harder rock. do you have any mental disorders?   and they're going to kill me. do you believe everything happens for a reason?   fuck that. do you know anyone who married their high school sweetheart?   yes. do you live in the moment?   i live in the past. how many more minutes until you will next eat?   i should've eaten an hour ago.  but i'm too upset to be hungry. what do/did you normally get detentions for?   i only ever got detention for too many tardies. what do you currently hear?   "i don't love you" by my chemical romance, my typing, my sniffling, and my heart pounding in my head. do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids?   i won't have kids anyway.  i don't even know why i'm spending my time doing this survey.  i'm procrastinating on looking for any sleeping pills in the house.  i'm done. do you like the band a skylit drive?   i like their cover of "love the way you lie" who’s someone you want to see right now?   jason.  he could stop this.  i know he could. have you ever been stung by anything?   no, i haven't. have you ever parked in a handicapped spot when you weren’t supposed to?   no, i fucking hate people who do that. are you paranoid?   only always. (next week) are you currently learning from anyone how to play any instruments?   nope. would you rather be able to teleport or freeze time? which one seems best?   hmmm.  teleport, i guess. do you like soda pop? if so, which is your favorite and least favorite?   i sadly do.  i loooove mountain dew, and i really hate pepsi. does it annoy you when surveys ask questions about controversial topics, or do you like arguing your point?   i like controversial questions, honestly.  i like making a point. are there any specific piercings you would never, ever get done?   the only piercing i would never get, even for a ludicrous amount of money, is around my private area.  nope. assuming you had sufficient funds, would you be capable of living alone, paying bills and looking after yourself properly?   honestly, no.  probably not. do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby?   meeee! were either of your parents baptized?   idk the last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit?   ha ha omg, a mosh pit at an alice cooper concert in north carolina... that'd be a sight to see. does your bathroom have a theme to it?   nope. when you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken?   burgers, almost always. are you self-conscious of your smile?   yes, because my eyes squint. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?   writing.  sometimes drawing. what color do you really want to dye your hair?   GRAY.  mom won't let me. :( sunrise or sunset?   sunset is prettier, imo. what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?   i love some of the petnames colleen calls me, honestly.  it's just sweet. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.   socks suck.  period.  i avoid them at all costs. have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?   how flexible you think i am, fam? do you play the wii?   very rarely. be honest, did fifty shades of grey arouse you in any way?   i didn't read/watch it, and i have no plans to. do have faith in yourself?   lmao did you parents know what gender you were before you were born?   i'm not sure, actually.  i do know, however, everyone first thought i was a boy; i always had my legs crossed in the ultrasound.  mom, however, "knew" i was a girl. does your mother still take care of you if you get ill?   not really.  like i guess if i called her to get me some ginger ale or something, she'd do it, but i kinda just take care of myself. is there a certain topic that you struggle to talk about, because it makes you feel uncomfortable?   not really. if you’re not in college, why?   because i mentally cannot handle the stress it causes. do you try to avoid burping in public, or are you open about it?  after all, it is a normal bodily function.   i'm very discreet about it normally, just because of social standards.  around family and very close friends, i don't give a shit. do you like regular peppermint candy canes, or do you prefer different flavored ones [fruits, bubble gum, cinnamon, etc.]?   i like the fruity flavors. what do you think is the dumbest / tackiest piercing?   i don't really know. have you ever requested a song on the radio?   no. would you ever dye your hair black?   i have before and i loved it. when did you last see the person you love/like? when will you next see them?   i saw him yesterday... and i probably never will again... is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind atm? do you think that person will be thinking about you too?   he always is, and i can absolutely guarantee he's not thinking about me. do you know the star sign of the last person you kissed?   he's an aquarius, like me. what’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done, and you got away with it?   got sexual on my parents' bed, i guess. who was the last person of the opposite sex to make you smile? are you attracted to that person?   jason, and yeah... do you currently have any medicine in your bag / purse / etc? if so, what kind?   no, i'm not allowed to.  i overdosed the other day. what do you like on your pasta / noodles? sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.?   sauce, always. are you weary of displaying signs of affection for your significant other around adults? why or why not?   no, because love should be very openly celebrated. do you think teenagers can be in love?   absolutely.  i was and still am now from the same relationship as an adult. how fast does your mood change?   0-100 real quick, boo. at this moment in time if you HAD to have someone’s name tattooed on you who’s would it be?   uhhh... literally no one's.  i just wouldn't.  well uh, i guess if it was life or death, uhhh... probably jason's, honestly??  but realistically, i never would get anyone's?? what’s your all-time favorite COMEDY movie?   hm.  maybe "white chicks" or "rush hour 2" how old is your most recent ex?   he's 23. how many keys are on your key chain?   two how does your hair look right now?   it's all big and suuuuper curly!!!  chelsea did it. :D does your house have a white picket fence?   nope. do you wear bracelets?   no, never. when was the last time you had sex?   never. #regret do you have a wild side?   only j's seen it, honestly... heh. what is your favorite thing about going to your grandma’s house?   literally.  nothing. who did you last have an alcoholic drink with?   chelsea.  good day. where do you plan on living within the next few years?   probably the same 'ole north carolina. do you have an addiction?   debatably the internet, but i honestly consider it more of a dependence. if you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?   2016, absolutely. do you believe you should change who you are for the person you love?   to a degree, sure. when you’re home alone, do you still keep the door closed when you shower?   the bathroom door is open, my room door is closed. do you currently have a hickey?   i wish ha ha. now your cell phone, what color is it?   black. how many times have you gotten into a argument with the last person you kissed?   plenty of times. what color is your hair?   ruby red, with redder highlights and brown roots coming in. your parents are divorced/married/separated?   divorced have you ever let someone be your everything?   and i'm a broken person because of it. do you think that you’re good enough for the one you like?   no.  he made it clear i deserve to suffer for giving up. have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?   ahhh, yes. (: have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was depressed?   no. do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth?   inside.  feel safer/cozier. have you ever had sex or something like it?   something like it, sure, but not actual sex. have you ever worn fishnets?   i don't think so... but maybe for dance? do you always wear your seat belt?   yep. have you ever liked someone much older than you?   not seriously. are there any diseases/health problems that run in your family?   oh god.  heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, asthma, cancer, depression, bipolarity, more shit i'm forgetting... do you have asthma?   no. are tongue piercings slutty?   ... no? last person to take off your pants, besides you?   jason. when you get colds, do you use nasal spray to help get your nose unstuffy?   yep. what’s your second favorite color?   pink, probably. how many times have you been so drunk you didn’t remember the night before?   never. what sexual kinks do you personally enjoy, if any?   i actually had to look up some kinks bc idk if some things are considered kinks or not?  evidently even something as common as spanking is, and i'm into that very mildly.  anr (i think that's be abbreviation, probably wrong...) is something that's like guaranteed to turn me on.  i also like feeling/acting sexually submissive in general, but i deeefinitely wouldn't consider it to the point of the dom/sub kink. ever faked an orgasm?   no. own some type of work out machine?   not anymore. ever wanted to be a vet?   i did as a child, yes. ever flashed someone you liked?   i maybe have to jason, while alone with him, but even then i'm not certain i ever have. ever had a job? if so, what and for how long?   first job i had for a month or two.  second, like, four days. do you have a favorite sexual position, even if you’re a virgin?   missionary is all i've ever tried and i'm fine with that. ever done oral? with how many people?   yes, one. what condom brand do you use?   i don't use them because i don't have sex.  on the one occasion jason bought condoms just to be safe in case we chose to, i'm not sure what brand he got... do you use flavored/scented/glow-in-the-dark/neon/ribbed condoms?   again, i don't use them, but also once more, on the one occasion jason bought some, they were just normal. what about facebook - do your grandparents use facebook?   my maternal grandmother does. do you have any text messages from your ex, or have you deleted them all?   no.  the phone i've had i got after the breakup, so. tell me 3 facts about the first person you had a relationship with.   i've "dated" three people, but i've definitely only had a romantic relationship with one, so i'm using him in this question.  he loves games of all kinds, he's a huge joker (particularly heath ledger's) fan, and he's studying computer engineering/he's in his last semester. think about your last ex. do you still find him/her attractive?   he's very handsome, yes. do you regret kissing the last person you kissed?   i never will. have you ever wanted to be a teacher?   nope. if someone were to ask you out right now, would you say yes?   the only person i'd say yes to would be jason. what was the last thing you took medication for?   my tremors. if someone offered you sex right now, how would you respond?   again, i'd only yes to jason. do you think you’ve found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with?   i don't think i found the person, i know i did.  yet i can't. be honest, what do you want more than anything at this moment in time?   i just want to cuddle with jason. have you had any conversations recently that made you feel uncomfortable or upset?   i talked to jason, face-to-face, two days ago to assist me in gaining closure.  very long story short, i was quiiite upset after he left. what’s the farthest away from home you have ever been?   michigan the last person you had a thing with calls wanting to hang out. what do you do?   say "of course!" in probably the most excited voice ever. what is your favorite shade of blue?   hmm.  navy, i assume. what ozzy lyric describes you best?   a suRVEY QUESTION REGARDING MY FAVORITE ARTIST???  HELL YEAH!!  anyway, i've felt a resonance with "you don't have to leave the lights on; i'm so used to being blind" from "tomorrow" for many years. what was the most important decision you made that screwed up your life the most?   giving up on just that: life. what is love really about?   it's science, but also something inexplicable.  it's the perfect combination of your brain's "happy hormones," and only that one person can achieve that certain mixture.  granted, there are different kinds of love, and each one is unique. what metallica lyric most describes your life?   wHO FUCKING WROTE THIS, ANOTHER QUESTION W/ ANOTHER FAVORITE ARTIST???  I WANNA MARRY THE SURVEY MAKER PLS.  um anyway let's see, i could really list a few.  first, i wanna say i feel a VERY strong connection to "the unforgiven ii" as a whole; all the lyrics mean very much to me.  but if you want a particular lyric, these couple mean the world: "how can i be lost, if i've got nowhere to go? / and how can i blame you, when it's me i can't forgive?" from "the unforgiven iii"  omgggg i could keep going on ;-; ever been to ozzfest?   girl, I WISH. what's the most illegal thing you've done?   just downloading music.  wait actually, probably downloading an expensive program illegally. ever have a tornado in your town?   i don't think so. what percentile of your class were you in?   idk about numbers, but the very top.  i got an award for it.  idk what ever happened... can you name every place you've ever had sex?   i've never had sex, but i've gotten sexual on my bed, his bed, the floor, the couch, the chaise... what forms of birth control have you used?   abstinence is... pretty flawless. handcuffs or rope :D?   errr, i'm guessing you're addressing being tied up sexually?  i'm... kinda into the idea of being handcuffed to something, maybe. *shrugs* ever grown any plants before? what were they?   habaneros, zinnias, sunflowers... how many times did you intentionally start to commit suicide?   three.  i was going to slit my throat on two occasions, and on the last, i overdosed. what is your favorite cover song?   "hurt" by johnny cash.  "another brick in the wall" by korn is a close second. ever raise a child that wasn't your own for more than 3 months?   nope. strangest medical procedure ever performed on you?   idk, i guess just getting tubes put in my ears. if you ever got a tattoo, where would you get it?   i already have three and want loads more like... everywhere.  most specifically though, i think sternum tattoos are drop-dead gorgeous. could you ever go vegetarian?   no.  i enjoy meat too much. how do you fall asleep? [i.e, listening to music, reading, daydreaming…]   just thinking... have you ever been chased by bees?   omg no. what is your opinion on homosexuality?   it's a mutation, but that does not make it wrong. what is your biggest fear in life?   being alone in life.  not being able to function properly in the "real world" is a close second. when was the last time you kissed someone?   2015 are you sick quite often or hardly at all?   hardly at all.  proud of that 'ole immune system. has anyone suspected you of being a different sexuality?   apparently. do you like chocolate or vanilla cake more?   chocolate, definitely. does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much?   no, but i actually have noticed something: it began to bother me ever so slightly more after jason passed out from me getting my blood taken that one time.  i think it's because of how i look up to and see him in general, seeing him react to something like that, a part of my brain wants to believe "omg that has to be dangerous then."  but in general, i don't really have issue with getting my blood drawn. who would you say is your best friend at the moment?   colleen.  always. how long have you two been best friends?   over two years. do you sometimes think you aren’t as fortunate as others?   it's not something i dwell on, but i know i'm not. have you ever tried opening your eyes under water?   i have, and i'm bad at it. have you ever been admitted to the hospital?   only six times. what would you say is your favorite type of flower?   tiger lilies, i think. how old is your pet?   teddy is ten, cali isss... three, i think, bentley's not even a year, and lexi is around two, probs. do you listen to artists who consist more of guys, girls, or both?   i seem to prefer male artists. what’s your first tattoo?   a semicolon butterfly on my right wrist. what song do you listen to when you’re sad?   "perfectly flawed" by otep is common.  hence my tattoo. <3 is there a person in your life that can always make you smile?   not anymore. are you scared about the end of the world?   not really, because i don't think i'll be around to see it. will you ever get a tattoo?   i have three and want more.  my next tattoo will be an adaptation of "denialism" by deviantart's tatchit.  look it up, it is honestly a phenomenal work of art. when you get yelled at, do you yell back or let it go?   well first, i get triggered.  yelling triggers memories of my parents fighting so much.  odds are, i'll yell back, but it really depends. do you share a computer with your siblings?   nooo. do you have mood swings?   badly. do you have any bruises on you?   yes, from getting my blood drawn so much recently.  the iv left a good one. have you had sex today?   girl, i wish. has the last person you kissed ever made you cry?   plenty of times. be honest with yourself, are you proud of your actions?   some yes, some no.  it just.  varies.  for the most part, i guess so, like i can't deny i'm a fighter, but i just feel weak sometimes. if you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?   honestly, i would get a tiny heart on the side of my face if it wasn't for societal standards and the strong odds of unemployment for having a tat on my face. what is something you find romantic?   flowers, picnics, walks in the park, oh man, i could go on for HOURS.  you can make SO many things romantic. what makes you attracted to the person you like right now?   his personality. what, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?   rape is #1 for me.  just don't. would you rather live in a castle or a spaceship?   castle, hell yeah!! has someone ever made you a build-a-bear?   OMG NO I WOULD DIE THAT'D BE PRECIOUS what are your initials?   bmd, or bmcd if you want my catholic name. what is your definition of “having sex”?   penal-vaginal penetration. who was the last person you were “in a relationship with” on facebook (including anyone you may have put “in a relationship with” for a joke)?   jason. do you think a relationship with a 16-year-old girl and a 35-year-old man would work out? do you think age differences like that (when they’re under 18) should be legal?   they should absolutely not be legal.  just... no.  i don't support big age gaps like that. what do you think of open relationships? if your partner suggested it, what would you say?   HA.  no.  and if he suggested it, i'd leave his ass. would you ever date out of your race?   mhmm. have you ever had a reptile for a pet?   i've had one lizard, two snakes. what kinds of alcohol do you like?   only ever tried mike's hard lemonade and smirnoff, and both are fine. did you have a swing set when you were a kid?   yup. state you most want to visit?   utah.  fucking gorgeous. were you popular in high school?   definitely not. would you rather be blind or deaf?   blind, definitely.  i once asked jason this and he said blind, too, "because i have to be able to hear your voice." ;;;-;;; where do you want to live when you are old?   in the mountains, in the woods, in the chilly weather, pls. have you ever been in love?   absolutely.  with reckless abandon. have you ever caught a fish?   many many times. what was your most recent ex’s middle name?   alex. do you put anything weird on your scrambled eggs? (like syrup)   just hot sauce. what is your states minimum wage?   $7.25, save us.

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Wellness Your Method 4 Seasons Maui

http://fitnessmotivationideas.co.uk/?p=10337 Wellness Your Method 4 Seasons Maui - http://fitnessmotivationideas.co.uk/?p=10337 My husband and I share the love of journey. We make it a objective to experiment with completely different places and resorts however there's one which retains drawing us again – The 4 Seasons Maui in Wailea. We not too long ago made our means again to check out their Wellness Your Method Program and it was EXACTLY what we wanted to loosen up, join with one another, and to go away the skin world behind. Upon arrival, our FIRST cease was the GORGEOUS Serenity Pool. I might get LOST staring on the view from the pool all day!I might have been totally full with day by day visits right here 🙂 BUT, there was extra… The 4 Seasons Maui is positioned alongside the gorgeous Wailea price of Maui (shhhh…don’t inform anyone, however they get the perfect climate!). A stunning scenic stroll is simply footsteps away. Every morning and afternoon we went for a stroll alongside the coast. There are such a lot of areas to stroll, run, climb round, take pictures, or just simply sit and watch and assume. It was time to dive into “Wellness Your Way” the 4 Seasons Resort fastidiously curated a program that features energy-focused spa remedies, culinary dishes and health courses – obtainable on an a la carte foundation and really useful below the steerage of the Resort’s wellness knowledgeable.They provide a number of choices (descriptions taken direct from their wellness your web site HERE) DETOX YOUR WAYEvery day, we're uncovered to dangerous toxins. The air we breathe, the meals we eat, and the merchandise we use, construct up and influence our general well being. On this program, their wellness consultants craft an itinerary to help you in hitting the “reset” button to extend vitality, scale back cravings and decrease stress WEIGHT LOSS YOUR WAYOn this program, no matter the place you might be in your path, their wellness consultants will craft an itinerary of remedies and actions that can lead you to a brand new life-style that guarantees long-lasting results. VITALITY YOUR WAYWhether or not you're a seasoned athlete, weekend warrior or are simply starting to discover your potential, their wellness consultants will show you how to obtain your best self.   INNER PEACE YOUR WAYOn this package deal, their  wellness consultants lead you on a path to calm and stillness of thoughts by customizing a program that can join you to a deep sense of tranquility. I selected, with the nudge of my husband “internal peace your means” My Expertise… My first day began with a two hour internal readability session with Dr. Deborah Greene, PHD- Mind Body Medicine Specialist. I used to be informed this session would calm my feelings and clear my thoughts. I used to be a little bit nervous coming into our session however as we sat in a hut listening to the waves crash. Her complete sense of being was so calming. Simply being WITH her immediately put any concern I needed to ease. We set an intention (mine was to have the ability to cease my ideas from all the time spinning). By way of muscle testing, holistic methods, tapping acupressure and training we dialed in my intention and we went to work! The whole lot was accomplished through closed eye mediation and I left our session feeling very clear, calm and targeted. My vitality and readability soared for the following few days. In keeping with Dr. Greene, “The position of the thoughts in well being and wellness can't be overestimated,” she says. “The brand new biology tells us that, in the end, our ideas management our our bodies and management our lives. But many individuals wrestle to get a grip on what goes on inside their heads, so offering visitors with confirmed instruments, ideas and methods that may assist them clear their thoughts may be very empowering. You'll be able to both study to manage your thoughts, or your thoughts goes to manage you.” She continues on to share that “Many individuals trip in an effort to loosen up and get away from all of it, however discover that they take their stresses with them,” she says. “By specializing in the psychological and emotional ranges, my classes can present internal peace and assist give the thoughts a much-needed break.” Day Two we met with Dr. Mark Emerson – Clinical Nutritionist and Doctor of Chiropractic Dr. Mark D. Emerson is a chiropractic doctor, creator, and internationally acknowledged skilled speaker who makes a speciality of Vitamin Based mostly Life-style Drugs and pure therapy strategies for sufferers of all ages. His profitable, clinically-proven protocols assist to empower folks to dwell more healthy by stopping, lowering and resolving power progressive well being points and ailments. We had an excellent chat with him about his stance on vitamin, which I cherished — similar to mine in that you must unprocess your weight-reduction plan! He additionally affords another companies it's possible you'll discover of curiosity. The afternoon continued with significantly the BEST MASSAGE I HAVE EVER HAD.  Significantly, I had an Ayurvedic massage that was AMAZING! Our meals throughout our journey was excellent! We ate a lot yummy and wholesome meals all through our keep. The spotlight of the journey was a dinner with CRAIG DRYHURST. EXECUTIVE CHEF . Dryhurst was Skilled in a classical vogue, Dryhurst labored in numerous five-star kitchens in London, France, the East Coast and Vancouver earlier than coming to 4 Seasons Resort Maui in 2014 as Government Sous Chef. A supporter of the farm-to-table motion, Dryhurst not too long ago put his artistic expertise to work in a rollout of the Resort’s Wellness menu, launched as a part of the Wellness Your Way spa and vitamin program, providing coordinated menus in every restaurant. Born in Edmonton, London, UK, Dryhurst grew up in a small city referred to as Stevenage.  As a toddler, he labored alongside his father who was a eager gardener rising greens and various berries.  Visits to household in Northern Eire additionally cemented his appreciation for recreating locally-flavoured dishes and globally-inspired meals. Dryhurst has had a protracted culinary profession, beginning along with his work in a sequence of celebrated London motels together with The Langham, Claridges, The Lanesborough and The Goring.  On the French Riviera, he practiced his craft on the famed Grand-Hôtel du Cap-Ferrat (now a 4 Seasons resort). In 2002, he joined 4 Seasons Lodge Boston as Chef de Partie, and frolicked in its eating places and banquet operation. He returned to his homeland in 2006, the place he labored at 4 Seasons Lodge Vancouver, the place he re-branded its restaurant, YEW, as a sustainable seafood idea alongside Chef Ned Bell. In 2014, he joined 4 Seasons Resort Maui, the place he has made a robust optimistic influence in its eating places – DUO Steak and Seafood and Ferraro’s Bar e Ristorante – and his creativity, hands-on method, humor and unending enthusiasm are inspiring his culinary workforce to new ranges. “I’m most passionate concerning the need to create stunning meals from nice elements. Figuring out the place your meals comes from is as necessary as placing it on the plate.” Our meal was SO wonderful. Much more wonderful was listening to how he described the gadgets we had been testing out! It was evident the fervour and love that goes into his creations. Under are a few of the wonderful meals we skilled together with recipes for 2 of our FAVORITES   Chickpea Socca Flatbread Candy Tomatoes, Maui Onion, Thyme, Herb Salad, White Balsamic Garbanzo Socca Dough Elements: 1 cup garbanzo flour1 cup water1 ½ tbsp EVOOSalt Methodology: Combine collectively the flour, water and olive oil and blend nicely knocking out any lumps. Depart to relaxation for 30 minutes. Warmth a nonstick pan to a medium excessive warmth and spray evenly with pan spray. Prepare dinner the chick pea batter into desired thickness till golden on each side. Take away from the pan and chill. Cashew Bitter Cream Elements: 1 half cups (225 g)   uncooked cashews, soaked3/Four cup (190 mL)   water2 tablespoons          recent lemon juice2 teaspoons             apple cider vinegarScant half tsp           high-quality sea salt Instructions: Place cashews in a bowl and canopy with water. Soak in a single day or for eight hours if in case you have the time. For a quick-soak technique, pour boiling water over the cashews and soak for 1 hour. Rinse and drain. Place the drained cashews in a high-speed blender. Add the water, lemon, vinegar, and salt. Mix on excessive till tremendous clean. You may need to cease to scrape down the blender every now and then or add a contact extra water to get it going. Switch right into a small, air-tight container and chill within the fridge. The cream will thicken up because it chills. The cream will hold within the fridge for about 1 week. You can even freeze it for as much as 1 month. Caramelized Maui Onions Elements: 5 giant Maui onion3 thyme department, leaves eliminated and choppedPinch salt Methodology: Peel and slice the onions eradicating the basis. Slice very finely and place right into a heavy bottomed pan. Add the salt and the chopped thyme leaves. Convey as much as a medium excessive warmth. The onions will begin to launch water. Prepare dinner them till the water has cooked out and so they begin to caramelize. Hold de glazing the pan with water till the onions are totally cooked golden brown. Take away from the warmth, regulate the seasoning and chill. 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Between two Voids ch 18

Pennywise x Beverly

summery:  It has been 12 years since Beverly was last in Derry. now 26 years old and returning with her boyfriend she strives for a life of normalcy in the small town. Unaware that a certain stalking creature has awakened much earlier than expected. Looking for a challenge to cure its boredom ,in the now crumbling town, IT aims to uproot her life as much as possible. Yet, is that really such a bad thing given her dark situation hidden from all but the eyes of a world eater? 

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rated: M - fowl language and gore, sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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~ch:18 Burning bridges ~

“shit, he fled down!” Thinking in a rush back inside. Heading down the basement stairs to the large stone well still hidden there. Looking down the deep space to judge its distance. Gathering up multiple blankets to tie into one long rope to climb down.

Making her way through the tunnels as fast as she could. Anxiously counting all the minutes it took her to reach the middle. Not hesitating to rush through the nest entrance of the wagon doors.

“pen?!” calling his name with a scan over the vast blankets. Spotting him, or at least his floating blood in the far back.

“pen?!” calling to him again for some response. Worry momentarily eased by him letting out a growl. At least he was responding.

Approaching closer she saw him laying curled, blood oozing clouds of floating blood. Part of his shoulder clothing missing around one said wound. Seeing him bite at the wound to gnaw the bullet out like a wild wounded animal. Having her leap in to stop him injuring himself more.

“don't do that!” not caring that she got between his angry jaws of jagged teeth and a gaping wound geysering out blood. Ignoring the low protesting growl escaping him. Snapping open the first aid kit to take some gauze into her hand. Blocking the large wound he had been gnawing over. When the blood slowed enough she took the time using a super long pair of tweezers to wiggle the bullet free.

“take off your shirt. I need to see the other wounds to care for them.” telling him what to do as she finished up bandaging the first.

“i am fine.” Growling out the grumble.

“no, you're not! What you did was stupid! Erik and his group are armed drug dealers! You could have been killed over your pride!” giving a slap on his good shoulder. Not even hard enough to leave a mark. Hearing another grumbling growl from him. Keeping still as Beverly stripped him of his upper costume. Her first aid helping to speed up his healing. The wounds closing in incredible time after being treated. Relieved at him turning out fine after 3 gunshot wounds helped only on basic first aid applied. Hugging him right as some tears escaped her eyes. Having unknowingly held them in during this whole time since Erik was at the front door. Breaking down into crying in pens arms. Burying her face into his neck while regathering herself to stop crying.

Her distress startling him into comforting her. Hugging her close to carefully wipe away her falling tears.

“i love you.” she sniffled. Kissing him on the lips that he returned. “thank you.”

The fight to protect her had him jolted. Her kisses worked toward a rush he was feeling from almost killing a male rival. Glowing with pride over his mate he so successfully defended from an aggressive intruder. The praise she was raining down on him in loving thanks triggering the next natural step. Resettling his stance as the top male and her one’n only mate.

Taking the lead in kissing her down into the bedding. Kissing to her neck to lick over the same spots. Heading lower to nip at her collar bone swapping between more licks.

Beverly relaxed back under the tender care she knew was leading to something. Joyfully letting him do whatever he wanted. This was the first time they'd be together since ditching Erik. A weight missing from before of the fear of being caught. No worries about needing to rush off afterwards or hide evidence of their recent play. Simply enjoying all the thrill in the moment.

Giggling at him stripping the clothes from her legs. Shivering excitedly to the following licks along her exposed thighs. Soft gloved hands Rubbing her legs into opening wide to hungrily devour her. Licking far deeper then he had before. A detail Beverly noticed, but said nothing about it. Melting into the bedding under the deep licking that was beginning to last forever.

She didn't think it was possible to get so sore, yet pleasured from one action after so long. The first 5 minutes was amazing. The next following 10 were less so. Then after almost half an hour she needed him to switch to something else.

“uh, pen ...” her voice waveringly speaking. Grabbing his attention to move away from the current action.

Fully satisfied with his work in preparation for the next move he we rose up. Crawling over her to give a gentle pull at her side. Directing her into turning onto her stomach. Kissing along the soft pale skin of her back rarely exposed to him. Slipping off her shirt to quickly undo her bra that she helped him remove. Shivering to the lick he drew longingly over the back of her neck. His breath heating the skin he buried his face against.

Her body shivering to the feeling of those black tendrils gliding over her skin. Tensing up at the large slick rod pressing into her. Tension dropping to the long press forward into her. Rubbing her sweet spots to draw her into an even more relaxed state. Nipping into her neck upon getting a certain deepness.

Time flying by with the pleasure passing between the two. Continuing well over the next day on their fun. At some point they had gone to bed. Beverly waking confused as to what day it was.

“damn.” mumbling surprised as she woke herself. “what day is it? I already saw morning pass a while ago. Ugh, cant even move still so exhausted.” stretching as best she could on the little energy gained. Smiling at the resting form of pen beside her.

“when I can walk again we should go shopping. Buy a cake to celebrate, hmm?” expecting him to answer, yet nothing came. “did you hear me?” asking again. His form still resting without a response to her. He never slept like her, so he had to be awake. “hey, do you want cake or not?” she shook him to gain his attention. Still no reaction out of him.

“ignoring me?” she wondered. “why tho?” sitting up to glare over him.

Seeing something on her chest out of the corner of her eye she looked down. Almost having a heart attack by a massive scar over her heart in the shape of a spiraling galaxy. Stretching multiple spiraling arms 6 inches off its deep center. Furious at finding the cause of his ignoring her she punched him hard in the chest. Ignoring the pain in her hand now to shout him down.

“what did you do?!” roaring down at him. Him looking around confused as if lost on where he was for a moment. Looking more confused at noticing Beverly was furious about something. “what is this?!” pointing to the massive scar on her chest. He looked down to where she pointed. Taken aback by the scars sudden appearance. Studying it over for a moment then grew a small smile at her.

“it's the bonded mark.” he spoke proudly.

“what?! Why'd you carve this?!” not understanding what he was talking about.

“i didn't carve it. It happens, I've been told about it, but have never seen one. I didn't even believe they were real.”

“whats it do?! Whys it here?!” she stressed over the large mark.

“it bonds us together as mates. You accepted me as your mate and so it appeared.” explaining to her calmly.

“what?! No, I-i cant, I am not ready. I cant jump in like this i-” she panicked over this coming way too fast. There was still so much for them to talk over to work out. She didn't feel comfortable accepting such a big title with him before things were buried for good. Feeling a low burn at the mark she paused her panicked talking to look. The mark disintegrating back toward its middle then finally going completely without evidence of it ever being there.

“what happened?!” stressing at what it had just done. Looking back at him to nervously swallow at him looking hurt.

“ … you rejected me. … it went away.” his tone sorrowful at what he witnessed.

“oh …. I didn't mean to ...” feeling incredible guilt at her unintentional action. She wouldn't have minded keeping it. It was only the whole implication behind it that scared her. Being like a sudden wedding proposal when they'd only officially been together for a month now. “i am really sorry.” she apologized.

he comforted her in a hug in a gentle voice. “don't apologize, it's alright. It can always come back.”

“... do you want to go shopping? Since I don't have to worry about Erik now. We can get cake.” sheepishly asking him after giving him an emotional blow to the gut. He chuckled, giving a kiss on her cheek.

“sure.” agreeing. Gathering up all their clothes to get redressed. Helping her get up on all her sore muscles. “maybe a hot bath first.” he offered, receiving a nod from her.

After a hot relaxing bath Beverly was stretching in her new clothing to release any left over tension in her muscles. Giggling at the pair of arms hugging her from behind.

“ready to go darling?” escorting her from the house all the way to the store. On the way there Beverly noticed peculiar things happening around her. People appeared more twitchy then normal, mainly while talking. Catching hooks in their speech if they mentioned a lie. Watching other twitches show off how nervous or confident they were. The whole situation was disturbing her, made worse once inside surrounded by people. Bombarded by all these strong smells of food. She could smell precisely what apples were the freshest on the shelf it was so strong.

“whats wrong?” he asked her.

“i-i don't know.” answering confused. Everyone was twitchy, except for him. Realizing that he also smelt wonderfully of cotton candy. “everybody's really twitchy. I don't know how to describe it exactly.”

“twitchy? Am I twitchy?”

“no, everything smells different too. Like everything's stronger. … do you think the mark could have done this?” asking up to him.

“yes, I feel it did. I've noticed changes as well. I actually believe i fell asleep at one point. Was fully asleep when you woke me. I was worried that i had possibly gone into hibernation. Yet it was so different being in that state. Sure gave me an energy boost though.” smiling down at her.

“do you know what else it could have done? What do you know about it?” questioning him curiously.

“uh, I was told that “the mark bonds two together. Crossing fates, lining their lives, passing each strengths to the other. The connection can smfrn-” mumbling off into silence.

“what? What's the last part?” asking him to clarify.

“the connection can sometimes, something, something.” he mumbled off again.

“huh?”

“when I was told, … I may have. Not. Paid. … Any attention.” mumbling that out too guiltily.

“you didn't pay attention when told about it?!”

“no, I didn't think it'd ever be a use to me!” he exclaimed, sounding guilty about it. “It was all ramblings of getting along with others to create peace, love, and blah blah. I didn't care for any of it at the time.”

“that leaves us to figure it out. The marks gone too, do you think this will wear off?”

“not sure, guess we'll find out together.” smiling in leading her along to shop.

Meanwhile far off at Derry hospital Erik was seated in a hospital bed surrounded by his friends loitering around the room.

“someone go out and get me some real damn food!” shoving away the hospital food tray away. Unable to leave while being treated for a broken leg, swollen jaw, and a grouping of fractured ribs. Trey also being treated with a newly made cast on his double snapped arm.

“that fucking clown is gonna pay. The whole damn mob is going to pay in this shitty town!”

“we're still going after Beverly?” Darius asked.

“of course we fucking are! No way I am letting the shitty mob here own her! It's all that damn clowns fault! He's the one in charge! As soon as were set out of this hospital we'll go steal Beverly back. Book it out of the town with her. No way they'll track us across multiple states.” Erik grumbled while uncomfortably shifting around in bed. “It’ll be one big “fuck you” to him getting property stolen in his town.” Mocking the last words in Roberts voice.

3 months later…

Pen had made great strides in becoming human. Attracting factories back to Derry while earning a high wage job in a single stride. Working as the head of a large materials factory. One that made certain cuts of iron or wood for house building. The new factory in turn attracting more people for jobs.

Shops having returned to life with the flow. Particularly the diner Beverly was rehired at. She wanted something to help get her out of the house. The Waitressing job without Erik harassing her was a breeze. The manager having hired her right back after Bev said the “family emergency” had ended.

Lately Beverly had been struck with a stomach illness. Her manager forcing her home to avoid barfing in front of eaters. Pen constantly getting her soup after his work day. Hovering around to make sure she was alright.

“Are you sure you want to go to work today?” He asked the sickened Beverly chugging a dose of cold medicine on the couch.

“Yessss. I can't miss too many days. I've already been gone a week and can't afford anymore time. This flu isn't getting any better either. We may have to go visit the doctor for this.” Rubbing a headache away.

“ you think it's that serious? Should i be staying home?” Worrying for her health. “You really don't need to go. I can sweep everything away until you’re better.”

“No, don't do that! It's probably just a stubborn flu. Any doctor i see will just tell me to suck it up, go home and rest it off.” Standing to her feet to huff out some air. “We are a normal family and not everything should be solved with manipulation of the whole town.” Settling that fact.

“If you’re sure darling. Please, take it easy.” Waving her goodbye from the door. Leaving for work earlier then she did.

“ yeah yeah.” Jokingly waving him off. Rushing to the bathroom afterwards to release all contents in her stomach.

“Dammit, i just took that!” Shouting at the medicine swirling in the bowl. “Medicine never did anything anyway.” Going from her spot by the toilet to clean herself up at the sink again. Heading downstairs to be off for her work.

Checking in with her boss who allowed her to stay this shift. Dressing in uniform to head the counter. An easy job she simply had to sit and check people in. A few new waitresses being hired to handle the tables orders.

Not too long into the job with Beverly feeling sick to her stomach again. “Not now dammit! Go away!” Thinking against the illness. The idea failing as she needed to subtly rush to the bathroom to puke her guts out. Cleaning up at the sink to return before anybody noticed. Then trying her best to not look miserably sick back at the counter.

“Maybe pen was right. This isn't a good idea.” Debating now if she wanted to push thru the day.

“Well, well, well, the witch of Derry is back here. Poisoning the foods of innocent town folk.” She turn to glare at Victoria mocking her from the door.

“What do you want?!” Beverly snapped. Ever since the fight with Erik she promised herself not to be pushed around anymore. “Why are you still even here?!” Adding on to her last statement.

“You thought your rich friend scared Erik off? Heh, no way. We’re still around doing business. Why not give me a big discount like good old times.” Smirking the demand at Beverly

“I ain't serving you shit. Go fly off you harpy!” Insulting Victoria to her face felt so good.

“What did you say to me redhead slut?! You better apologize before i go tell Erik!” Victoria throwing insults right back.

“ i don't give a flying fuck what you tell Erik! Scram you vulturous hag!” Beverly shooing her off with a hand.

“Your gonna regret those words!” Victoria snarled to head around the counter. Grabbing a hold of Beverly's collar to attempt some punches. Failing miserably in her fighting tactics like back on the river. Things knocked over as Beverly pinned Victoria down in a short scuffle.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Beverly's manager shouted. Having been called to action by other staff members.

“She tried to fight me!” Pushing Victoria away to gain space.

“No i didn't! Why would i randomly attack someone in a diner! Her on the other hand i know is mentally unstable! You need to fire her before she kills someone!” Victoria spouted on how horrible Beverly was.

Beverly in the end had the upper hand as staff told the manager what had happened. Victoria quickly being thrown out without a second thought. She stood outside the door cursing while flipping the place off. Continuing the actions even while walking off.

“Beverly, you should go home.” Her manager mentioned softly.

“What, why?! It wasn't my fault!” She defended herself.

“i know, but you look really awful. Do you need to possibly see a doctor? Or call someone to pick you up?” Speaking the gentlest they could. The staff seeing Beverly much paler than when she came in. surrounded by concerned eyes watching her.

“... No. Resting works just fine.” Hesitating on going. In the end she could feel how crappy she looked. Sighing with a walk to the back to change out of uniform to head back home early. Her manager was right, especially after that fight. Something in her stomach was badly jostled in that rumble. Feeling far worse than before.

Walking back home holding her stomach in pain. Once inside she went straight up to bed. Crawling into the floating bedding pen made. Burying herself under the multiple blankets for comforting warmth. The only thing that seemed to bring relief from the painful illness.

“I could call pen on his lunch break to zip me over some hot soup.” Thinking it over. “ usually it gets better by then too.” Wincing at her pained stomach. Groaning at a knock at the door.

“What ever salesman that is he better have soup!” Trudging out of bed to answer the door. Far too distracted by the illness to notice the knocking being impatient. Repeatedly hitting the door as if police were ready to ram the door down if gone unanswered.

No time to react when Erik and his friends busted in. Tying her down and gagging her. “Lets go! Get her in the car before anybody sees!” Erik rushed them. Beverly doing her best to struggle against everything. Shoved into the back seat with little care between trey and Darius. Erik in the front with Lorna driving.

They barely got down the road when all the jostling had Beverly vomit onto the car floor.

“Oh fucking dammit!” Trey blurted out at the sight. Everyone in the back seat sitting far away from Beverly like she had the plague. Coming to the realization she was horribly sick.

“Suck it up! Like you guys haven't seen vomit before. Clean it up back there!” Erik tossing a handful of fast food napkins on the back seat. Everyone in the back reluctantly cleaning up the mess.

“You bastards had to grab me while i am getting over the flu?” She groaned sickly.

“... I have some salty crackers in my pocket. They could help your stomach” Darius offered. After Beverly nodded he brought out a few silver foil packets. Most likely free crackers given out at baseball games. Ripping them open to slip out the saltine crackers for her. Holding them for her to eat while restrained.

Eating one at a time she slowly recovered. Her stomach settling down for the time being.

Thinking on how she was going to get out of this. “If Erik leaves me alone with these two I'll get my chance to bolt. Trey rather not touch me and Darius won't do jack.” Examining carefully the directions of where they were driving. Calming down at knowing they weren't heading straight out of Derry. “at least I won't have to jump from the car.”

Far off in one of the factories, Pen known as “grey” was at work. Patrolling the work lines for errors. Talking over a few orders when he was called to the front desk. “Mr. Grey, there's a lady here to see you.” One worker passed on the message.

“Beverly?” His mind worried. Who else could it be suddenly visiting him. Working to not look panicked as he rushed for the front desk. His worry dropping to fury at Victoria standing there holding a delighted smile toward him.

“What?!” Was all grey could politely say under his rage.

“I thought we should get to know each other handsome. I understand how you cant talk in front of that witch without getting in trouble. Here we got better privacy. Do you have a office with a big desk we can talk at?” Victoria winked as she invaded his space flirtatiously.

“Leave, now. I find you repulsive! Rather wishing on devouring my own arm then bed your hagged hide!” Throwing insults through gritted teeth.

“Hmpf, you’re loss honey, but I would reconsider. I forgot to mention Beverly's probably with Erik now anyway.”

“WHAT?!” Roaring the word.

“Oh yeah, Erik probably picked her up. Leaving this dumb ass town.” Gloating the victory at her rejector.

“WHERE?!” He roared again.

“I am not telling you!” Smirking in a turn to leave.

“TELL ME OR-” demanding from her when she interrupted.

“Or else what? You’ll hurt me in front of all these people? While my friends skip town to where other police not under you’re mob control are? Think smart about your decisions sweety!” Speaking overly sweet in smugness.

It was true. Pen had little energy to hide something from groups. However he could pull other strings within control. Watching her leave with a growing smirk stretching across his face.

In the few minutes it took her to reach the end of the parking lot she had drastically changed. Bits of hair falling from her head. Skin turning wrinkly into sagging. Her confident smooth walking slowing down to being a painful shuffle.

“what?! What's happened?!” Victorias voice coming out like a scraggly old women's.

“soo madam, what may I ask brings you here? Wandering around our factory? Does your son work here or did you wander away from the old folks home?” grey walked up behind her. Laughing at the sight of Victoria's instant 90 year aging.

“what did you do to me you bastard?!”

“ohh, not very polite for an old women. To think I was going to walk you across the road.” mocking as the biggest smile twisted on his face.“wheres Beverly?” turning serious.

“i ain't old! Like id tell you, ya bastard! You better fix this you fucker!”

“Or else what? You’ll hurt me in front of all these people?” repeating her words back in mocking.

“I'll knock your teeth out!” making a move toward him turning into a disastrous fall onto the tarred lot. A snap of multiple fragile bones heard when she did. Her screams of pain gathering a crowd. People asking what happened.

“this asshole did something to me.” weakly pointing at grey.

“i didn't touch her. She was wandering the parking lot and I believe she's suffering from something. I've already called police to help her back to where ever she wandered from.” making an excuse that was quickly believed by everyone. His story helped by Victoria spouting rants of how she wasn't old. That “he and the witch put a curse on me! They deserve to suffer for what they did to me!”

the police arrived with an ambulance to pick her up. After asking her questions with no proper answers given they pushed her into the ambulances back.

The world around Victoria seemed to slow a moment. Grey approaching with glowing amber eyes over a large smile of jagged teeth. His tall muscled stature blocking the sunlight to darken the whole back of the truck. Her calls for help were unheard by anyone near by. Stunned as grey leaned over her helpless injured body.

“age before beauty, sweety. Enjoy your newfound body trapped in an old folks home.” waving lightly to her. Laughing on his walk away with not a soul seeming to noticed what he had said.

While everybody was distracted by the ambulance leaving he took his chance to vanish urgently back home. Calling Beverly in each room looking for her. Looking over the front door he discovered was wrapped around the door knob. A delicate push had the door swinging open from the broken knob unable to shut.

“how dare they!” he snarled. Greatly regretting his choice to leave for work. What she had was more urgent than the flu, but he didn't want to tell her yet. He shouldn't have left her alone in her condition.

Stepping out onto the porch to twist his face in disgust at the smell of the male rats scent still lingering. Following the strong scents to the street where it became much lighter. “took a car.” thinking as he followed the scent trail. His lack of energy meaning he couldn't track the faster away across town. He had no idea of any of their whereabouts. Banking on the hopes that they didn't leave Derry already.

Making it only a few blocks into his tracking when snow started to fall. Blanketing the streets along with the small amount of scent trail he had.

“fucking!” cursing up at the snow falling. His chance at finding Beverly at all disappearing around him. All the more frustrating that he was so limited by his low energy. Knowing he usually had the power to sweep this weather away in the blink of an eye.

In a frustrated rage he clawed a nearby power pole. Taking a chunk out of it to spread across the road. Walking on in a random chosen direction to keep looking. Banking on the fact that he never slept, but they eventually would. They eventually would need shelter from the snow as well. This change in weather slowly turning into his favor as it heavily choked the roads from being driveable. Locking up the traffic to driving everybody in doors where they couldn't seem him wandering.

He was fully willing to hunt them down all night if he had to. Anger building up to the point he wasn't going to give any mercy this time. The time of being nice was over, despite what Beverly would say to stop him. Letting the anger grow into a burning rage that physically melted the snow around him. Clearing his path no matter where he went.

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