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deanoheartspie · 8 months

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Sunshine 5

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.

(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)

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Y/N POV

The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.

Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.

You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.

After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.

“Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.

The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.

Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?

“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.

“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”

You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.

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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.

The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.

“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?

“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.

The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.

“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”

Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.

“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.

“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”

She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.

“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.

“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?

“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.

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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...

Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.

What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.

Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.

“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.

“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.

A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.

“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.

He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.

“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.

“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head

“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.

“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.

“Nope.”

“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.

“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.

“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.

“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.

“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”

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meowmeowriley · 3 months

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Anybody else see that art on Twitter of Soap as an Animal Crossing villager, and then the other art of that Soap sitting on Doom Guy Ghost's shoulder? Anybody else feeling so incredibly normal about it? Anyway. Have this.

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"C'mon uncle John, would it kill you to smile? Pretend you wanna be here?" Soap was doing his best, he really was. He loved his nephew, and when his sister Isla said he couldn't go to the convention because it was too far away and he didn't have an adult, well what are uncles for?! But he hadn't taken into account that 1) he's never been to a cosplay convention and 2) he's seriously out of his depth when it comes to the colorful characters around them. If anyone asked he'd be mortified to admit that he'd spent the better part of his leave following his nephew around, taking pictures of him with characters from various video games and anime. No, he'd be keeping this experience to himself.

"I'm not not enjoying myself." Andrew rolled his eyes. "I just don't know any of the characters. I haven't played a video game in ages, and I've never watched anime." Plenty of other soldiers did watch anime, and there was nothing wrong with that, he'd just never joined in.

Andy snorted. "What was the last game you played, old man?" Soap resented that. He wasn't even thirty yet.

"I dunno, Halo maybe?"

"The original?!"

"Think so." Soap said with a shrug.

"So the year I was born. Got it." Yikes.

Suddenly Andy was excitedly pointing at a large man in green and gray armor, in the middle of a crown. "Oh you have to recognize that guy!" And did he ever. How could anyone not recognize Doom Guy? And he was holding the BFG.

"Ohhhohohoho yeah. I know Doom Guy." John had nearly forgotten how much he'd loved the Doom games as a kid. "And before you say it, those games are old, even for me."

"They redid the games in 2016 and 2020. It's relevant again." Oh. And with that Soap was once again being dragged toward some random person in a costume.

Something this guy was getting right was that he wasn't speaking. He'd nod, wave, aim his gun, but he didn't utter a word. Soap couldn't see a thing through the helmet visor. I wonder if he can even see outta that?

The guy caught sight of them, evidently he could see, and tilted his head while looking down at Soap. "That things pure dead brilliant." He found himself marveling at the BFG in the man's armored hands.

It looked like it was actually made of metal. And it actually glowed! How the man had gotten the green lights to work, he was dying to know. Trying to configure it in his head, he nearly missed when the man held it out slightly for him. "Can I?" He asked, just making sure. Oh he'd kill for something like this in the field. Pure devastation. Doom Guy nodded and John took the gun. Holding it, it was a hell of a lot lighter than he'd imagined. The fuck is this thing made of?

Andy popped up beside him. "Can we get a picture with you mate?" To that, Doom Guy nodded. Maybe Soap would tell people he'd been here, he wanted a picture of him holding this gun hung up at his desk.

Andy backed up, people kindly stayed out of the way as the picture was taken. Doom Guy posed, crossing his arms over his massive chest. Soap held the gun as best he could like he would a rifle. Not aimed at anyone, but ready. "We're good." Andy called. Doom Guy held up his hand to stop him, then stuck out one finger and swirled his hand around. "Huh?" Andy thought for a moment. "Another?" Doom Guy nodded and gave a thumbs up. Really taking his character seriously. Who were they to deny him, this was cool as fuck. Soap readied himself to take the next picture, giving the camera a feral grin, just like the first, when Doom Guy placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down.

"Enjoying the convention Johnny?" Startled at the use of his name that he knew he hadn't given the man, he whipped around, instinctively pointing the gun in his hands at the chest of the other man.

Then it dawned on him. "Ghost?!" He asked incredulously. There's no fucking way.

The man in question began laughing. He reached up and removed his helmet. Shaking his head, Ghost's messy, dark blonde hair flew in every direction.

Unlike Las Almas, he wasn't drenched in sweat, there was no grease paint, and light brown hair was longer and curled slightly. Shit he had freckles. Shit he was cute. Dangerous thoughts, John.

"I didn't think this was your kinda thing, Johnny." Ghost said with a crooked grin that perfectly framed his crooked teeth.

John was no saint. He'd been flirting with Ghost since they met. Secretly really wanted to have sex with him, but he'd only seen the man's face that one time, and now his mind was going a million kilometers an hour trying to take in every inch on display. Thoughts both pure and impure ran through his head, and the only thing that managed to make its way to his mouth was "Where'd you get this thing?" Normally he was a better flirt, but normally he was flirting with the visage of death. Not a pretty man with freckles. Well he was, but not really.

"I made it." Ghost shrugged, armor clacking as his shoulders rose and fell. "Same as the suit. It's all EVA foam and 3D printing."

"You made this?!"

"Yeah? I made my masks too. What, you think I bought those?" Ghost smirked.

Andy had jogged back over. "I took a video, so we could take screenshots." He handed the phone over to Ghost.

"I'm absolutely keeping this, Johnny." He said as he typed in his number and sent the video to himself. Damn, Andy got Ghost's number before he did.

"Johnny?"

"Shut it, Andy." He warned. "We work together. Never in a million years thought I'd see him out here though."

"I go to any convention I can make. It's fun. I have other suits. Isaac Clark from Deadspace, Master Chief from Halo. I like to wear them and make people smile. I don't get to do that often." He seemed lost in thought for a second, face darkening. Just as quickly as it had happened, the expression was gone. "You go to conventions often?"

"First one. But I could be persuaded to go to more." John smiled his best flirty smile. Andy snickered, and earned himself an elbow to the ribs.

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Now I desperately wanna see Soap at a con dressed like Isabelle while holding the super shotgun.

#please someone draw this #please please please #im begging #ghostsoap #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghoap #fanfic #soapghost #text post #convention fic

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room-surprise · 3 months

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Dungeon Meshi Season 1 EP 5 review

Episode 5 of the anime came out and we got to see Kabru!!! My boy Kabru!!! Oh right there was other stuff after the first five minutes.

KABRU THOUGH!!!

I don't actually have a lot to say about this episode. I thought it was competent, although as always characters standing around and talking, or doing simple tasks like eating, are just not Trigger's strong point.

Has anybody deciphered the language that Kui is using in the backgrounds? SO HAPPY that her glyphs are here now, instead of the Japanese in the first episode. I've tried to figure out what they are, but I'm honestly stumped. Seems like a combination of Norse runes, Greek letters, Cuneiform and Sanskrit...

Was NOT a fan of the way they overdid Kabru scaring Mikbell. It's really not a joke that's even that funny, so I think the lighting change and drama of it was really overselling it. Would have been much better if it was like in the manga, some childish, light-hearted ribbing between friends while they get ready to leave.

Although it was VERY VERY funny, I was also not a fan of the youtube-poop-esque zoom out on Marcille when she sees the treasure bugs. Like Laios' galaxy brain moment, comedic edits like this remind me that I'm watching a TV show, instead of allowing me to be immersed in the historical fantasy world. If I wanted modern jokes I'd be watching an Isekai where the characters are in a video game, not Dungeon Meshi.

I think they could have gotten an equally good laugh just from doing a simple zoom out.

I love the way they're depicting Laios. You can clearly see all the red flags his friends are picking up on and how he might be scary to others, but he's also very sympathetic and sweet.

All the Japanese VA's are doing a great job. I liked Kabru's Japanese voice a little better than his English voice just because I think he did a better job capturing Kabru's dual nature - he started out very sweet and cute, and then dropped his timbre noticeably once he was no longer sweet-talking someone. The English voice actor meanwhile felt like their voice basically stayed the same the entire episode.

THE DUB

This is still the better way to watch the show, the subtitles are SO lacking that they make the story harder to follow. The dub script, meanwhile, does a much better job. I wonder if there's a way to watch it with Japanese audio and the English dub subtitles?

BangZoom continues to make interesting casting decisions that make me VERY curious to see how they're going to handle the elves when they finally arrive.

Kabru, Daya and Kuro are all voiced by black voice actors! Rin's voice actress is Asian American, and Namari's voice actress is nonbinary. They all sound fantastic and I'm excited to hear them develop their characters as the series progresses.

Obviously Kabru isn't black, he's Indian, but Zon also isn't black, so I appreciate casting people of color to play characters of color (?) or at least, characters that are minorities? It feels like that's what they're trying to do.

ON THE OTHER HAND, Daya is very much not a minority or a character of color... I suppose that would be a case of race-blind casting? Which is also a good practice, getting new, underutilized talent into the industry... But obviously not a part of the previous point. Regardless, she sounds great.

Again, REALLY wonder how this will influence their casting decisions with the elves. Wonder if any of this was done with instruction from Trigger or Kui, or if it's 100% BangZoom operating on their own.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #my stuff #review #spoilers #dungeon meshi anime #dungeon meshi anime spoilers

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boss-poss · 3 months

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My buddy who's gotten capital A Addicted to palworld gifted me and three other friends the game to play with him so I've managed to get a few hours in by now and my impression is thus:

The game is by no means groundbreaking, or even that great mechanically but it does scratch that monster collection itch even better than quite a few official pokemon entries. It also scratches some other itches as well, namely survival crafting and exploration. The world is kind of empty but there's resources littered everywhere to hoover up and pals wandering all over to catch and hunt but my favorite part by far has been the roster.

I don't think there's a single pokepal I've come across that I straight up hate. Every one I've seen so far has something to it that I like and I have to applaud that. There are so many goddamn pokemon that look stupid or have lazy designs and I think the point of difference here is that none of the pals are overdesigned. Even the basic dire wolf, simple as it is, is appealing because it looks like a wolf pokemon. No bells or whistles, no stupid colors or weird attachments, it looks like a cartoony creature monster thing representative of real animal. I also adore the combat integration of some of them, namely the fox you can pick and use a flamethrower. These special abilities give each creature an extra niche in addition to their typing which adds value to even the ones you replace later on. It's a kind of an ingenious system and one that I'm sure the big N is already planning to poach.

It's abundantly clear that the devs made the game they wanted to play and you can feel that desire holding it together at the (sometimes poorly stitched) seams of nearly every aspect. It feels like a pokemon game from a parallel universe where their Nintendo was slightly different and it's insane to me that "pokemon knockoff with guns" isn't some thrown together cash grab that garners attention only by way of its sheer audacity.

I've mostly played on someone else's game but I got a little solo time in and even then it still retains nearly all of its integrity. I get why so many people are playing it, I do. I hope that the success allows the devs to polish and add to the game because while it's pretty rough now, it could be one of the best creature collector games ever made with the right balances, changes, and additions. Nintendo should be worried, because a gimmicky early access ripoff just floored their last decade of entries like it was nothing. Imagine an actual triple-A attempt on the throne. I still think $30 is a bit steep for the game as it is now but the multiplayer definitely lessens the sting (as does getting it for free).

#palworld #pokemon #my man literally didn't sleep last night to keep playing the game #I haven't seen him this excited for something in a long ass time so good for him I guess

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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Hey, swearing anon (as I've been so dubbed) here

I was looking through a bunch of the leaked storyboards and I noticed something: the action scenes have gotten a LOT worse and I think that's because the boards focus more on static shots (why are there like 3 panels with no directions OR dialogue nearly identical to each other that's just blitz's face?). Could be completely wrong on that one, though.

What I am completely sure in saying is that it's incredibly hard to follow action now. Most recent example is in Oops when Striker pulls Fizz and Blitz in through the window. The camera's shaking all over the goddamn place and everything moves too fast to the point I had to rewind it. This was NOT a problem in season 1, with the best example of good action animation for Spindlehorse being in the DHORKs (I miss them.) episode. It wasn't PERFECT but it was given time to breathe and none of the characters fade into the background. There's also no shaky cam.

Shaky cam looks bad in million dollar action movies and it looks even worse in animation. It doesn't make anything feel more 'real' or 'intense', it just makes me kind of nauseous because of motion sickness. Also they just said 'fuck the colorblind', I guess? If I'm having trouble with characters melding with the scenery, I can't imagine someone who has a harder time differentiating color is having a better time of it.

These are BASIC THINGS! I don't know how they fucked it up so badly when they made one season that was pretty competent on at least the technical animation level.

Also I miss the DHORKs :( They reminded me of Dirk and Roxy Homestuck

It's bizarre because a lot of the time first seasons are the ones where they work out all the kinks and then season two comes along and the show really hits its stride. Helluva Boss just went backwards in literally every regard.

#Anonymous #helluva boss critical #actual blog post

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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The Prince & The Fairy Chapter 3 - Season 2

Pairing: Sky x Male Reader

The Winx Club followed Erendor and his caravan as they parked Terra and Sam’s dad’s car in the middle of the road close towards the burned bridge that a drunken Fire Fairy destroyed. They all got out of the car as Terra came up with different ideas for them to try to make this plan still work. “What if I bloom a bunch of pollen and give all the guards allergy attacks? Okay, no, ignore that. That wouldn't work. Okay, no, wait, I've got another. No, wait. This is good, okay. Or, um... No, this is good. What if Aisha makes them all need to pee at the same time? How brill would that be?!”

“No bad ideas in brainstorming, but maybe a breath, sis?” Sam walks over to Musa.

“We’re going to make sure there's not another way to cross the river.” Y/N and Bloom head down the bridge towards the grassy patch at the bottom as Terra continues. “Holograms. What if we use holograms? You and Bloom could create like a mirage and…”

“Can you just stop? Please. My first plan was good. We don't have time to come up with another one.” Aisha snaps as she begins to panic just a bit. The plan was falling apart before they could even try it. Musa comes up to her and touches her arm as her eyes flash purple. There’s a mystical tingle as Musa takes away her anxiety and stress. Musa squeezes in comfort as Aisha takes a breath and relaxes. “It's okay. You got this.” Aisha smiles at her. “I'm gonna take a look at the maps.” She leaves as Sam and Terra look at her.

“What did you just do?” Terra asked.

“I've gotten better at taking in people's emotions with my magic. I just took the edge off her anxiety.”

“Without telling her, songbird?” Sam frowned.

“If she knows I did it, it'll come back. It's okay. Promise,” Musa said.

“Right, it just feels like a really bad idea.”

“Come on. We should help her out.” Musa walks towards the car. Terra and Sam follow.

The river flows gently down stream and Y/N and Bloom travel down there to make sure there’s no other way to cross the bridge. One glance at the very much burned bridge tells Y/N that Sam and Terra were right. There was no way anyone could cross this bridge. Certainly not a caravan of Specialists and their one prisoner.

“Yeah, I’m not wearing the right kind of shoes for this,” Y/N said as Bloom glanced at her brother’s choice in footwear. They’re black combat boots. Like the ones the Specialist wear to fight. “Why would you wear those?”

“Because they were a gift from Sky, and they’re practical for battle. I think.”

“Hmm, right.” Bloom walked closer towards the underside of the bridge and noticed how the legs of it were broken and soaking in the water as her eyes caught something against the stone of the wall. It was a coppery color stained like a murder mystery novel or something out of a horror movie. She saw some blood splatter on some leaves as well. The Fire Fairy darted her head left to right upon instinct. If this blood was fresh, then they may not be alone down here.

Y/N followed Bloom’s gaze at the blood and his stomach tightened. “Damn. I hope Pennywise the Dancing Clown isn’t down here.”

“Shut up. You’re not helping.” Bloom grasped the leaf, ready to pull it off as something fast, small, and black feathered whizzed past her ear as she jumped in fright. “Shit!” They both turned to see a crow fly away from them. Bloom took a shaky breath as she grabbed the leaf. “Hopefully, Terra and Sam can identify it.”

“Yeah, let’s go. This place is creepy as hell,” Y/N said.

Once they make it back to their group, Bloom gives Terra the leaf so she and Sam can determine what kind of animal was attacked. “I think something got attacked down there. There was blood with purple in it. Is that a thing here? Purple blood?”

“Oh, Everything's a thing here, Bloom. We’ll look it up when we get back,” Sam said as he took the leaf.

“Got it. Minor modifications, but the first half of the plan is the same thanks to Y/N. Let's go,” Aisha says as they all climb into the car and drive towards their intended spot to wait for Erendor and the other caravans. That’s when Aisha explains their new plan. “With the bridge out, the caravan'll have to go north.” They park their car somewhere that’s hidden well, then hide themselves too as they wait for the caravans to drive towards them. They wait until the Caravan with Silva in comes to them as Aisha’s eyes flash blue. “I'll flood the transport's engine.” The engine inside the car begins to overheat as steam comes out of the hood as the caravan comes to a complete stop. The driver of the car gets out and curses as he pops the hood of the car to check the damage. “Without Stella’s invisibility magic, Y/N and I had to come up with a way to help Silva break himself out. And thanks to Sam’s abilities of invisibility and boring through natural matter, it’s perfect. Sam will get us the key.”

While the guard checks the engine, Sam comes up from the ground like ShadowCat from X-Men and makes a grab for the key. He glanced up at Musa as her eyes flashed purple as she said, “Wait.” Sam waits for the okay before gently snatching the key away and turning invisible to avoid detection.

“To keep moving, they'll switch Silva to a less secure spot.” Erendor and another guard throw Silva in the back of a more exposed car as they handcuffed him to one of the bars as he takes off once again. “Terra's vines have limited range and Sam can't risk being seen. So instead, we use my water to get Silva what he needs.” A ball of water flies and follows the car as Silva is the only one to see coming towards him and hopes nobody else does. “Timing is everything.”

Riven looks back at Silva and sees the bubble of water with the key in it as it splashes on Silva, giving him the key to his freedom. Riven watches for a few more moments before turning his head, pretending he didn’t see anything. “Then it's up to Silva.” Silva grasps the key in his hand, but doesn’t use it yet.

Terra frowns. “Nothing's happening.”

“He needs a distraction,” Y/N said.

Bloom looks at the empty car. She leans towards Aisha. “Can you pull gas from that tank?” Aisha uses her powers to pull gas from the gas tank as it leaks out as Bloom's eyes flash red as a fire trail burns towards the gas as the car explodes. The car holding Silva comes to a stop as Riven and Dane look back as Erendor looks through the rear-view mirror. “What the fuck?!” They all get out and run towards the explosion as Silva jams the key into the lock of his cuffs to get free. When the sweet sounds of chains fall off, Silva jumps out of the back and into the forest.

Erendor takes notice of Silva’s escape into the woods as they all run back. “Stop!”

They begin to chase Silva through the woods as Dane and Riven have their swords drawn and Erendor has his bow and arrows ready. Silva continues to run as he hears something whistling towards him and he grunts as he feels something pierce his back. “Argh! Ah! Ah!” Erendor shot him twice with target seeking arrows. Silva continues to run, despite the pain he’s in as he finds himself close to the edge of a cliff. Down below is the river. He’s trapped.

“Saul!” Erendor cries out.

Silva has no choice. He jumps over the edge and into the icy water below. He hits the water and sinks down like a rock. Erendor, Riven, and Dane glance down into the river. Looking for any sign of Silva. “Where is he?” They continue to wait as Silva tries to stay under for as long as he can, despite his lungs protesting for air. “He can't

hold his breath forever.” Erendor tells the younger men.

Silva gasps as he begins to feel his lungs ready to burst as he tries not to float back up. Suddenly, another water bubble comes down and moves over his mouth and nose like an underwater breathing mask as Silva feels himself relax. He can breathe once again. Close to where Erendor and the others are at, the Winx Club waits for Musa’s read on Silva’s condition underwater. “He's calming down. We're good.”

“How long can you hold him under, Aisha?” Y/N asks.

“Long enough for them to leave.”

The Specialists realized that they’re not going to find anything just by waiting for him to show up. “Let's move downstream. Either he'll surface or his body will.” They leave as everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

…..

Once they’re sure they won’t return, Y/N and Sam help Silva out of the river as they lay him on some rocks to sit on as Sam and Terra remove the arrows and Silva winces in pain from their piercing points in his back. Once they’ve cleaned the blood, Y/N puts his hands over the former Specialist Headmaster’s back and heals his wounds like he did Sky’s, as Silva shivers slightly from the coldness of Y/N’s magical healing.

Once he’s all healed up, he looks at all of them, but locks eyes with Y/N as he says, “That has to be the most reckless thing you've ever done.”

“I don't think that's very true,” Terra says gently.

“Weren't you here last year?”

“Yeah. When Bloom and Y/N went crazy and let loose evil Headmistress,” Musa smirks at them.

“Silva, what do we do now?” Y/N asked the older man.

“Take me to Magix. Right off the town square, my friend Sebastian owns a store. He helped us take down Rosalind. He'll hide me.” They all get back in Ben Harvey’s car and drive to the town of Magix. They find the store that Silva mentioned. It’s called Sebastian’s First World Goods. Apparently, the people here in the Otherworld have taken a liking to First World objects.

They entered the store where Silva introduced them to a man of 6’0 feet, brown hair and eyes. He leads them to the back of the store as Silva sits and rests while Sebastian goes to get him a blanket. When he comes back, he smirks at Silva, who just shrugged. “I, uh... I was getting a killer Airbnb rate in this place. So I'll expect some form of compensation. All right? Wine's good. Whiskey's better. Don't cheap out.” He sits down next to Silva and points towards his beard. “And, uh, as for this whole hobo situation, right, it's from the '90s, but the blades are still good, so… Just let me know how many bandages you need.” He hands Silva a razor to cut his messy beard he grew in prison.

Silva smiled. “Thank you very much.”

“Anytime.”

Meanwhile, at the front of the shop, Y/N is talking to Sky over the phone to tell him of Silva’s current condition. “I'm with Silva in Sebastian's shop, but I think it's best if you wait until tomorrow. But if you come down after training…”

Sky scoffed over the phone. “I'm not going down there, Y/N.”

“You promised you’d give him a second chance.”

“No, I said that I would think about it, and I have. The answer is no.”

“Sky. Please just talk to him on the phone,” Y/N begged.

“Look, I'm happy you're okay. I'm happy it worked out, and you got what you wanted, but I'm… I don't wanna talk to him,” Sky said, and he could practically see his boyfriend’s disappointed face at his words. “I love you. Be safe and I’ll see you when you get back.” Sky hung up the phone.

Sky walks out of the shed and passes his father as he looks at Riven. “Give me good news.”

“We didn't find a body, so not the worst-case scenario,” Riven shrugged.

Sky nods as he overheard Dane’s conversation with the other Specialists. They’re all around him as he brags about what happened to Silva, or at least what he thinks happened to him. “Three arrows right in the back. Fucking savage. Then he did this sad-ass flop right into the river. It was game over!” Dane says as the other guys chuckle.

Sky huffs as he storms towards him. “You think this is funny?” Dane turns towards him. “Sky! No, we were, um, just chatting.”

“Just Chatting? What about a guy getting shot in the back?” Sky’s anger grows.

“Just messing around. Relax, mate.” Dane touches Sky in a friendly manner.

Sky gets closer to him and towers over the shorter male. “I'm not gonna relax.”

“Okay then, don't relax,” Dane said as he got closer to Sky. “But I think we both remember what happened the last time. Your boyfriend saw you getting owned like the little bitch you really are.” Dane snickers as Sky throws a punch at him and catches him off guard. Sky throws another punch with his left fist and then knees Dane in the stomach. Then he punches him again as the other Specialists watch Sky beat the shit out of Dane. Erendor watches the chaos with an almost amused smile. That same fury Sky was executing on Dane was the same way he used to deal with his enemies. The raw power of a king of Eraklyon. Perhaps there was hope for Sky yet.

Sky continues to punch Dane in the face, hard enough to draw blood on his lips and he probably would have done worse had Riven not pulled him off as Dane hit the ground. “Sky! Get the fuck off him!”

Two Specialists help Dane to his feet. “Man…”

“You let me know when you wanna keep chatting, mate. And don’t you ever mention my boyfriend again,” Sky said as Dane stared hatefully at him.

Sky and Riven pass Erendor as he smiles. “Hmph.”

Back at the shop, Y/N headed towards the back as Silva and Sebastian heard him come in. Silva’s blue eyes looked at Y/N’s expectantly, hoping for some good news about Sky. Unfortunately, Y/N couldn’t give that to him. He bit his lower lip as he looked at Silva. “Sorry, Saul. Um…”

Silva looks down and nods his head in understanding. He looked back up at the Ice Fairy. “Sky will come round.” He doesn’t look too sure, but Y/N decided not to push as he prepared to ask him an important question. “When you were at the Capitol, did you hear anything about Dowling? I've been trying my best, but the Solarian Army, they're giving up and I’m up to my pretty little wings in problems.”

“I wish I knew where she went, Y/N. I do, but we're not gonna give up hope just yet. Sebastian here has a knack for finding things.” He looks at the other man as he nods his head. “Mm-hmm. I'm, uh, I'm like a terrier. But, like, you know, cooler. Actually, maybe a different dog. What dogs are cool?” Y/N hesitates for an answer as he looks down, then back at Silva. “I—so am I supposed to just let it go? Like go back to the school and act like things are fucking normal?”

“No. No, because everything's... it's not normal. You need to remember that, 'cause Rosalind will try to wear you down, and you will forget what normal used to be like,” Silva says as he looks at Sebastian. “Meanwhile, it would appear that Luna allowed Rosalind access to the Restricted Vault.”

“Shit,” Sebastian curses.

Y/N looks surprised. “What is it? What's in the Restricted Vault?”

“Ancient texts. Powerful relics.”

“The good stuff.”

“Mm-hmm. Yeah, she's planning something.

Something big.”

Y/N sighed as he looked down, guilty as his voice trembled. “This is all my fault. All of it. Dowling. You. Sky. Everything that's happening at Alfea…” He begins to cry a bit as Silva looks sad as Sebastian rubs the back of his neck nervously. “...it's all… because I was selfish and I wanted answers. I fucking broke Sky and hurt him in the worst way possible and if I didn’t let Rosalind out, then everything…”

“Somebody else would've, Y/N. She couldn't stay down there forever,” Silva said. “But you're right about one thing. Whatever she's up to, it started 17 years ago. And it started with you and your sister.”

Later, after they all returned to Alfea without getting caught and promising Silva they’d return, Y/N and Bloom found Rosalind in the courtyard looking out of the giant stained glass windows. It was nighttime and the only source of light was three hanging lamps. She didn't move as the twins approached her, ready to tell her the reason they've been holding back.

They both looked at each other as they took a breath. “We've been scared. That's why we've been holding back. Last term we put our magic

and our lives over everything else, and it didn't work out so great.”

“I may have a different opinion about that,” Rosalind said. “You're both the reason I'm standing here.”

“Exactly. And that's the problem,” Bloom said.

“No offense, but everyone in the school hates you and hates what you've done,” Y/N said.

“Ah. The displeasure of the masses. Do you know what happens if you listen to them? The mob?” Rosalind looks to them for an answer to her question. They remained silent as she continued. “Nothing. Nothing happens. Nothing of any significance, anyway. Everyone gets fat and happy. The world grinds to a halt.” She walks away from them towards a bench. “Or they get slaughtered.”

“That's bleak and harsh, don't you think?” Y/N asked.

“That's life. The reality is, I don't care that people hate me. I don't care what they think. That's how I get shit done,” Rosalind said, as she sat on the stone bench and looked at the younger Fairies.

“You care about something,” Bloom said.

“Oh, what’s that?”

“You care about us. We don't wanna hold back anymore.” Y/N looks at her as she smiles. “Excellent, tomorrow we start your lessons in the second term of transformation magic.”

“What‘s that?”

“Charmix.”

Y/N walks toward the Bastion training area. The wet grass clung to his shoes as he walked towards the light of the outdoor flashlight. The wind blew a little chilly air, but that’s one good thing about an Ice Fairy. The cold never bothered him, anyway. As he got closer, he saw the fair hair of his boyfriend as he spun his swords in the air, slashing fiercely as he cut through the night wind.

Riven had told him that Sky was doing some intense training, but he didn’t mention that he was like this. Every swing of his sword; Y/N could practically feel the fury from his current position. Each strike and stab had a purpose, as whatever seemed to be fueling Sky kept at it as he glided with his weapons. The young prince spun his swords in the air as he slammed them on the ground and threw two knives from the back of his armor, and towards the setup targets. It hit a bullseye.

Sweat glistened down Sky’s face as he was breathing heavily and he looked at the target he just hit. Thinking about Silva, his father, all of it left him an angry mess of energy. Sky sighed as his shoulders relaxed. “You’re supposed to be in bed….”

Y/N tried not to blush as he was caught in the act of staring at his boyfriend’s little angry moment. He walks towards him. “I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about you.”

“Well, I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t you have a curfew?” Sky turned towards his boyfriend as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I actually got special permission from our headmistress to come out here and find you. You?”

“Same. Erendor permitted me to be out here for late-night training.”

Y/N nods as he looks at the target with two knives embedded into it. “Wow, you’re pretty tough when your opponent can’t fight back.” Sky gives a humorless chuckle as he grabs his knives and puts them back in their sheaths. He turns and sees Y/N holding two ice daggers.

“What the fuck are you doing, Baby boy?” Sky asked, confused.

Y/N smirks. “Giving you a moving opponent, of course.” He flips a dagger in his hand as he charges forward and takes a stab at Sky, who jumps back in reflex.

He looks at him in shock.“Y/N, stop it!”

“No, you stop it. You want to be angry at someone, Blue Eyes? Be angry at me.” He spun in a circle and swung his knife horizontally across at the Prince as he moved back and grabbed his sword from his back and held it up to shield himself from Y/N’s other dagger. Sky pushed back against him as their weapons broke away from each other, as Sky grabbed Y/N’s right hand and hit it with his elbow as Y/N dropped the right dagger onto the floor. The younger male charged and jumped as he took a swipe at Sky’s head as he ducked and moved behind him and kicked his back as the Ice Fairy stumbled before turning around and sending his arm and weapon forward as Sky stepped to the side, knocked his other weapon from his hand before pulling forward and threw him over his shoulder and flipped his boyfriend on his back.

Y/N groaned as Sky roughly straddled his hips, a fury and a pissed off look on his face as he was panting heavily. “Don’t. Ever. Do that. Again.” Sky practically growls out and Y/N’s cock totally did not twitch at his boyfriend’s deep and husky voice. “Y-Y-Yes, Sir..." Y/N whispered, a voice coated with lust. Sir? Where the fuck did that come from? Sky was just as surprised with the turn of events, and he smirked. “You like it when I take control, huh?" Sky purred, as he leaned forward, his lips so close to the Ice Fairy’s. A quick nod was all Y/N could muster before their lips smashed together. A heated kiss.

The Peters boy moaned against Sky as he pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth and Y/N easily opened up as Sky stuck his tongue into his mouth and explored his cavern. Y/N linked his fingers in Sky’s golden locks as they continued their kiss, but pulled back before any clothes could come off.

“Wow, rough kissing is hot. I think I should bring out this side of you more often,” Y/N whispered as Sky chuckled softly.

Sky gets off his boyfriend and helps him to his feet as he puts away the training targets in the Specialist warehouse of weapons and equipment. Once he’s locked the shed, they both head towards the school. “So, does this mean I can ask what the hell all that was about? How you tried to kill me.”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “Please, I was on my back in less than 10 seconds, in more ways than one.” He smirks. Sky gives him a look as the Ice Fairy sighed. “Okay, fine. Riven told me what you did to Dane, and I'm not saying that he didn't deserve to be knocked down on the pecking order, but still, since when do you fight with your fists instead of your words? This isn't like you.”

“Did it ever occur to you that this was always me? Someone who is ruthless and doesn't take shit from anyone. Not this posh, mild-mannered little prince soldier golden boy who wouldn't dare disobey the rules,” Sky said.

They turned a corner in the hallway towards the main corridor; their feet echoing off the walls. “If I don't know you, Sky, then no one does. This isn't the guy who gave me my necklace or the person I gave my virginity to. I know you're nothing like Erendor.”

Before Sky can say anything about it, they hear someone scream. It's Stella. They run toward the sound as they see Stella and Beatrix helping a bleeding student. It's one of the missing Fairy students. It's Devin. When Stella sees them, she looks scared. “Sky, Y/N, help us.”

Y/N kneels down at Devin’s level and tries to heal him. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” Devin’s eyes are unfocused and barely open as his breathing is ragged and shallow. He looks at Y/N as the Ice Fairy realizes his magic isn't healing him.

“Rosalind…” Devin chokes out as he slumps forward into Y/N’s arms into unconsciousness.

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libraford · 2 years

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I do this show every year because it was the first time I really stuck my toe into action photography.

Same dancer, same venue, mostly same lighting, similar poses, in 2019, 2021, and 2022, respectively.

A lot of people think of photography as something very static. You snap a photo. It's the same every time you do it. Anyone can do this.

But these three photos do show how much you can improve in just a few years with practice. (And also how Raven Rya has improved as a performer).

What you need to know about the lighting here is that it sucks. It's a horse show area at the fairgrounds. The 'stage' is meant for animals. They covered the fluorescents AND the skylights with green film for sensory reasons. There is zero lighting design involved.

In the first shot (2019), I had no idea how to use the camera. I think I had it in the AV setting. I didnt know how to adjust white balance. I didnt know shutter speed. I didnt know anything about aperature.

Result- it's an acceptable photo. I was a good shot to get, but you can see all the people in the background. 2022 me would have picked a different angle to shoot from. They would also have used manual settings, turned down the aperature (which would blur out the people in the background) and increased the shutter speed (which would reduce blurriness of the dancer). Everything is kind of green, and I remember editing this one a LOT to get the colors even a little close.

In the 2021 photo, I'm at a higher angle, closer in, and I've made an attempt to customize the white balance. I remember I did switch to manual, but I kind of... guessed? Didnt have a grasp of the exposure triangle yet. I had JUST started at the photography job and we hadn't really gotten into candids yet. She's really red in this photo, I think I did my white balance too far back from the stage. But it's a much better still shot, no people in the background. 2022 me would have gone with lower aperature and bumped the ISO up a tad so we could see the details on her all-black costume. I definitely had a like... editing style that I've been coaching myself out of now that I have like... clients. With expectations.

So that's an improvement, just in two years.

Now its 2022. I'm sitting center. Shutter speed up, aperature down, ISO wherever it needs to be to get that detail. She's a foot ahead of the main light, so she's got harsh shadows, but that doesnt detract from the image. She's framed perfectly. That diagonal SLAPS.

My only problem is that in this instance the light is too cool. Next time, I should do the white balance closer to the stage.

Something that you dont see in this is that I'm keeping more and more photos from events. 2019, I kept about five from this routine. 2021, maybe ten. This year theres a good thirty. Knowing the science of photography has helped me be more confident in getting more shots.

I feel very good about my work now. And its important to know that I felt very good about my work then, too. But it's nice to look back and say 'yes, I'm getting better.'

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There's this tiktok that gives me very conflicting feelings about teaching. It's this 5th grade teacher who is talking with a parent about how they're struggling to get the parent's daughter to focus and turn in "redo" assignments. Parent asks some legitimate questions of "how does she know it needs to be redone? how does she know deadlines" and so on. They talk and then the parent goes "Well, 4th grade teacher figured out that sometimes a very small incentive like a Starburst or something would help her know when she's actually finished an assignment. Like she knows no more work needs to be done when she's gotten that sort of indicator and she's pretty sweet motivated."

And the teacher is appalled. "I do not give out food for assignments." And the parent, even through the lens of omg ridiculous "Karen" mom flat out is like "I'm just trying to work with you here to come up with a strategy and telling you of one we had a LOT of success with last year. I could buy you a bag of Starbursts so it's not an expense for you." And the teacher is just, again, horrified that the parent is trying and is willing to give the kid something the other students don't get to keep their focus.

But like, my nephew has an IEP in place and this...doesn't sound too far off from how they work out what accommodations work for a student? He gets a special bouncy chair for so much of the day because he fidgets and gets restless. He used to get a reward of an animal cracker or a sticky hand or something similar from his occupational therapist for finishing coloring sheets and stuff.

The language the parent used, even in the tiktok, reminded me of all of that. It's the "She needs an indicator that she's actually finished" and it sounds like it's more of a mental thing of "ok I've been told I have these things to do and I can keep track of them better if I've received my starburst telling me I've finished things." Like it's a focus tool and not straight up bribery?? Am I off here? Because I think the parent is just telling the teacher reasonable accommodations they've made in the past to help their kid complete lists of tasks, offered to cover any expense in doing it, and the teacher is just going "no she has a list."

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theaawalker · 4 months

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His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter I. meeting

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Demetra Jones Series: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Song Inspo: Perfect by One Direction Word Count: 1,001 Summary: Demetria Jones is your classic model citizen. Smart, helpful, organized, sophisticated, and above all innocent. But that changes when she gets a new boss, Harry Osborn. She's not looking for trouble, but that might be what she's in for. Unless, maybe, she can change Harry... that is, if he doesn't change her first. Warnings: mentions of family death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I thankfully made it to the meeting on time. Taking my seat in the far-off row to the right, I took out my work tools and set them out accordingly on the meeting table. It was so weird being back here after Mr. Osborn's death. Ever since the tragedy we've all taken some time to 'mourn.' But, to be honest, I'd rather much be at my job, working it off, than off partying at a club or sulking at home over my deceased boss.

As the board room started to fill up, I started to get nervous. At any time my new boss could come through the door, and I hate not knowing when. Based on the news, Norman's son, Harry Osborn, will be taking over as CEO of Oscorp. My feelings are still undecided, but I have this ache in my gut that says he's trouble. I spent all night doing research on him, and apparently, his father shipped him to boarding school at eleven and since he's gotten out he's been nothing but a modeling playboy.

If this is true, then I've got my hands full here.

I checked my watch; he was two-minutes late. Everyone else was there but him, even Menken, who would be sitting on his right at the end of the table. I've never been late for anything, so I'm not impressed. Finally, in walked a young man with a brown comb-over, blue eyes that were lit up like reflecting marbles, pointy ears, and pale skin that matched his pink lips. To fit his appearance, he was also acquiring a dark blue suit, grey vest, and a brown tie. As he took his seat at the beginning of the table, I wondered how one guy can pull off so many colors. Then I remembered he was with a model.

This was him, this was Harry Osborn.

"Harry," Menken started once Harry was seated, "OsCorp's been under intense public scrutiny in the wake of Dr. Connor's recent uh... breach of trust."

Harry twirled some kind of drive in his hand as he replied. "You mean people are pissed off cause he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."

Menken paused, as if he was about to disagree but changed his mind. "Given that...all the animal hybrid programs he was involved in were destroyed to restore investor confidence."

"Ah, that is the Osborn way." Harry spun his chair to face Menken. "Whatever's inconvenient around, here just get rid of it, right?"

Still, Menken pushed, "Much of that scrutiny may fall on you now. We felt that plausible deniability was your best option."

"Sure, sure. I get it." The young CEO looked at the drive again. "Twenty-year-old kid, two hundred billion-dollar company. What was Dad thinking? I mean, you're all lawyers, right?" He looked around the room, earning awkward looks. "Surely someone must have questioned his sanity in the end." This time he was speaking indirectly to Menken, and everyone knew it. "Someone must have thought about having him declared legally incompetent, it would have made this conversation a lot easier..."

"Harry..." Menken started but was quickly interrupted.

"It's Mr. Osborn." Harry sternly corrected him. "We're not friends." I didn't have to be near them to know they were giving each other hateful looks. I scooted closer to get a better look at their expressions, and, with my entwined fingers, accidentally knock my pen off the table.

'Dang!' I internally said. I slowly lowered my head in a pathetic attempt to cover it up. A cold, lasting ache echoes through my stomach as I feel eyes from all directions fall on me. I hoped they'd be professional and just carry on, but, of course, that wasn't the case.

"Hi," Harry's voice sang. I looked up and there, sitting in the first chair, was my future boss. He stared into my eyes with a smile that only grows when he sees all of my face. I was wearing my glasses, so I could only imagine how nerdy I looked. "You were my father's economic analyst, right?"

"Mm-hmm." I nod.

"What's your name?" He asked, using a not soft but low tone. Almost like a snake talking to its prey.

"Demetria," I replied, refusing to speak back in the same tone.

"Demetria..." he repeated. And what came next, made my heart skip a beat. "From now on, everybody at this table works for Demetria, because Demetria works for me. Would anyone like to speak up?" An uncomfortable silence spread around the board room table. "Well, good. Then you can all keep your jobs a little longer."

Just then, a man, I'm guessing his butler, entered to speak to Harry. They were whispering and were hard to hear from my distance. But by the look on Harry's face, it wasn't something he had expected. I sensed a bit of remorse, and even sadness, in his face.

To mask it, he returned the topic to me. "Demetria, I want to see every file on this list. Every single one." Harry got up and followed the butler out of the room. And just like that, he was gone.

| EARLIER THAT WEEK |

I had had such a rough morning, which is a rare thing for me. Usually, I'm fresh and ready to tackle the day. But today was different, my boss, Norman Osborn, was dead. He was actually my idol growing up. I always saw him as like a king of a castle, and I suppose I was lucky enough to work in it while he was alive.

But now that he's gone, things are gonna be different around Oscorp. There is no doubt in my mind walking through those doors is gonna become a burden in a matter of weeks.

Just as I neared the elevators, and spotted an open one, I bumped into Alistair Smythe the douchebag, making my shoulder bag slip from my grasp and onto the floor. "Watch it, Jonesy!" He scolded. I was quick to pick up the stray papers and skidded to the elevator. "Oh, hold that!" To my surprise, someone holds the elevator doors open for me. "Thank you, you're a gentleman. Most people would have just let the doors close."

"Yeah, well, most people don't notice other people." He said, which I found very true.

"What floor, please?" K.A.R.I, the automated elevator system, requested.

"Um, sixty-three..."

"I got it," said the stranger. "What is it?"

"Uh, sixty-three," I told him, which he repeated to K.A.R.I.

"Thank you," I said once again.

I thought that was gonna be the end of our discussion, but he bickered on. "Um...I'm uh...Max. Max Dillon."

"I'm Demetria. Nice to meet you." I said as our eyes met.

"Nice to meet you." He replied uneasily. I could tell he wasn't used to attention.

"Is it your birthday?" I referred to the flyer in Max's hand.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I...a friend of mine made this flyer. I'm having a birthday party in a big club, a lot of celebrities." It didn't take a trigonometry major to know he was fibbing.

But, out of pity, I played along. "Wow."

"I would like to invite you, it's just that the guest list is closed." I doubted that completely.

"Oh, got it. Well, thank you, anyway." I see Max notices the news on the elevator monitor about Spider-Man saving people from a fire. I'm personally not a big fan, but admire his heroism and watch as well.

"It must be cool, huh?" He commented. "To have the whole world look at you like that. You know, Spider-Man saved my life one time. Out of all the people in the whole city, he saved me." He put a hand to his chest as if honored. "He said he needed me."

"Sounds like a nice guy." I've never met Spider-Man before because I prefer not to get involved with complicated situations. But I doubt I'll need saving anytime soon. I mean, it's not like I'm in danger... at least not anymore.

"Floor sixty-three," K.A.R.I announces just as the elevator stops and the doors open.

"Oh, it was nice to meet you, Max." I give him one last glance before stepping out of the elevator and heading down the hall to the board room.

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My thoughts on the amazing digital circus

its kinda "meh". Not bad by any means and good enough for me to watch later episodes but it's portrayal of mental/psychological horror is pretty shallow.

Ohhhh noooo, character that we haven't gotten to know before they entered is stuck in a McDonald's play place while all of their needs are met, whatever shall we doooooo!!!!!

Like there's no other threat than obstruction which is pretty easy to avoid since there isn't any obvious thing that would make them go crazy in the first place (besides jax) and how the "crazy" characters are portrayed doesn't seem crazy at all, not realistically or even cartoony.

There's not much to be negative about and I wish that either the environment was more dangerous or the characters start out more happy but get messed up later as the system falls apart.

I kinda like the humor (nothing with jax) and it was better than what I thought. I like the idea of ai generated and digital horror and I think the writers should lean more into that.

I like the aesthetics but sometimes their a bit too same-y or unparticular for me to feel for them.

When the teaser came out I honestly had no interest due to the character design. I've watched other gooseworx stuff and compared to tadc I prefer the character design a lot more. I think it's caine, ragatha, and pomni that didn't really do much for me.

They don't look very distinct design wise but their animation is REALLY expressive and I wish their designs fit both their personalities as well as variations of the toys that inspired them. A lot of kids stuff had patches, spots and swirls on them but it's probably too late for me to suggest design stuff.

Anyways here's my thoughts on the characters:

Jax: my least favorite, is an asshole for no reason in a supposed "dire" situation. I have to deal with and avoid these kinds of disrespect and needlessly rude people irl constantly. He has 0 redeeming qualities that make him funny or loveable besides his design.

I'd like to see him a bit more unhinged or nonchalant about what he does, but that's just how I personally like mean spirited humor.

gangle: a bit forgettable but a sweetheart overall, maybe a bit more mood shifts or dramaticness needed. As for her design (hypothetical I know it won't be changed this late into production) I'd like to see a bit more detail, as pocelain dolls, old Greek play masks, and even masquerades had more detail. Doesn't need to be too complicated. Maybe black ribbon as well?

Zooble: the best character and is just done with everything. I feel like I'd like Jax more if their traits were mix but this isn't about him.

I like her design especially because of the variety of shapes and colors.

Pomni: her personality is anxiety. That's it. I think her design is pretty meh as she doesn't resemble Jack in the box jesters or even toy jesters you see for sale. No makeup, no funny nose, even her costume seems kinda empty, and the patterns kinda blur together.

I don't get why people simp for her so much.

ragatha: also not too interesting. I kinda like her personality but her gestures feel hallow as well. If there's nothing bad going on she'd probably just be normal happy instead of fake happy or maybe even concerned for her abstracted friends, but the lack of a threat (other than abstraction) makes her backhanded feel weird and unneeded, like is she trying to make people paranoid????

Also she looks really plasticy. I know that it's supposed to take place in a video game but I feel like she'd at least have more textures to indicate what she is. I'd also recommend adding some flowers or more soft items for her, since it'd compliment her personality more.

Kinger: best boi but I feel like there could be more done with him. He just seems like a normal guy with ADHD and anxiety rather than someone who's gone through so much that he's lost himself or a cartoonist crazy person. But honestly that's not much of a problem for me, the surprise was a welcome one.

His design is neat and is something that I haven't seen done before.

Caine: I like that he's not obviously sinister and is just a confused robot trying to meet the needs of the players but fails in one way or another. I kinda wish he gave of more of the blank vibes(??) Of being a robot and that his design maybe had some different colors or even was a different kind of suit/outfit but overall he's pretty good.

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Overall I'd give this show a 6/10 or a 7/10, not too bad but more could be done.

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