#if you want more Huxley insanity

[rainrayne]

Haha lmao what if the reason Felix acts the way he is (you know selfish, is because Mr. Huxley is just like that and that is the reason why Felix is the favorite/golden child because when parents pick favorites they choose the ones who are closer to them in personality/acts

+ Adding on to that that's also why Ted is scared to stand up for himself because since Felix is so familiar to Mr. Huxley, he basically sees his father resemblance in Felix

++ Adding on to THAT, it's also the reason why he sees Felix's wants as his father's wants and that's why if he wants to make his father proud he just needs to make Felix proud

+++ Adding more on to THAT, That's also why Ted wants what Felix wants because what Felix wants is also what his father wants so that's why Ted is so eager to prove himself to Felix so he could feel more loved from his fathe- AAAA MY BRAIN IS BURNING

Moral of the story: DONT PICK FAVORITES, ASSHOLES. YOU ARE RUINING BOTH SIDES. More on that point later I need to study

#felix huxley #ted huxley #kindergarten ted #kindergarten felix #i fucking HATE Mr. huxley #fuck you mr Huxley #haha im.. im going a little insane. #Sorry for talking so much I just needed to get my thoughts out fast #me when I make a long damn presentation about side characters in a silly little Kindergarten game #if you want more Huxley insanity #I have more. #I was so nervous to post this #because it felt like I was rambling nonsense #maybe I am. IDK #im sorry for the sudden rambling. #character analysis #?? #lets see... #i also have a Huxley name analysis + the names history + how they might relate + how it refelects their character #and and a cain and abel analysis and parallels but it's not quite done lol #ok. im gonna study #im so normal ❤️

[penncilkid]

Alright, I'll bite. (Sparked by this post) I'm gonna preface this with some context: 

First off: I'm Black in case you're unaware

Huxley is my favorite speaker. Full stop. You ask me to choose, it’ll always be him. 

Likewise, you ask for my favorite listeners, I will say Starlight and Darlin'. (I'll save my Starlight rant for another day)

My designs for both Huxley and Darlin are Black.

With this in mind, I want to be clear from the jump: I don’t have an inherent problem with these headcanons. If I did, I wouldn’t have chosen then myself. That said, I have noticed that Hux and Darlin are, more often than not, the characters that get headcanoned as POC (specifically Black) in design rosters. In some cases, they are the only POC designs present. Why is that?

Furthermore, the more often I notice this pattern so to speak, the more I sit and think about why those headcanons are so popular. I find my answer when I think about the characters I see headcanoned as white most often. Tell me why it’s "practically canon" for Lasko to be pale with light/white hair. Tell me why white Sam "just makes sense". Why? Because Lasko's a nerdy ball of nerves that stumbles over his words? Because Sam’s a sweet Southern man at heart? Those are not inherently white attributes.

Except they're treated as such. They go virtually unchallenged because they're so widely accepted by fandom. People see these personalities and character details and come up with their vision. So, let's apply that to Huxley and Darlin, shall we?

Huxley: Athlete. Canonically implied to be big, as indicated by statements made by him and other members of the DAMN crew. Classified as a himbo with parallels in Imperium highlighting how some will view him as stupid. Overall chill vibe.

Darlin: Reckless with their safety. Known to lash out/lose control of their emotions when they’re not actively hiding them. Gets injured often because they’re too stubborn to run from trouble. An overall intense demeanor that makes them difficult to approach (at least at first). 

Explain to me why this screams Black to so many people. Is it because Huxley's a dumb jock who you imagine gets stoned all the time? Oh, is it perhaps because Darlin is just so aggressive compared to your Golden Retriever-coded Asher, needing to be calmed down by everyone around them? And here's the thing: I can already imagine people saying, "That's not why I made them Black". Then explain why it "just makes sense" for them to Black. Why them out of a sea of characters? Make it make sense.

Now let me make this clear as well: I'm not expecting every headcanon to have elaborate thought behind it. For one, I get that some people take a more casual approach with designs and such. Not every choice has to have a reason or justification behind it. But when literally 95% of the Huxley designs I see are Black and half of y'all don't even know what a fucking durag is? Saying it leaves a bad taste in my mouth is putting it lightly.

You know what I wish I saw more of? Black Huxleys and Darlins with attached nuance.

Give me a Black Darlin who struggles to articulate how they feel with the people in their lives because they haven't been readily given the language to do so. You want to pair a Black Darlin with a White Sam? Why not talk about how POC have an insanely difficult time getting support from the medical system so not only does it explain why Darlin is so resistant to go to healers, but also gives an extra weight to the fact that Sam was their absolute last resort when injured? Give me a Black Darlin who has been taught their entire life that no one will have their back, that they need to learn how to depend on themself alone, and that's the reason why they struggle to feel like the pack would've cared when the Quinn shit went on.

You wanna talk Black Huxleys? Let's touch on how he's learned to control his emotions/anger because he knows how people will take it if it comes from someone who looks like him. Talk about how his moms teaching him not to use violence speaks to a deeper desire for him not to be viewed as a threat because they fear for his life otherwise. In one of his BAs, he mentions how a lot of people used to sleep with him/flirt with him solely because of his body and he could tell. Do you know how often black men are sexualized and fetishized? Why not talk about it through him? I see people explore that concept through Gavin constantly, where's the energy for Huxley? You wanna make him Black so bad, why not actually put some thought behind it? Because right now, it seems like he gets the "luxury" of being the token Black guy in the DAMN friend group at best.

I know a lot of people are probably going to dismiss this post. I am already anticipating that as I write this. But I'm so tired of pretending like this shit doesn't get to me. Because it does. I've got no intentions of leaving this fandom because I have met so many amazing people and adore Erik's content immensely. But what I am going to do is talk about the widespread normalization of attributing certain personality traits to certain racial groups. Because the non-white people in this fandom deserve better than that.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #This doesn't stop with Hux and Darlin btw /neg #'Cause I could talk about the way y'all handle Gavin Damien and David too #And do not get me started on the vampires #I know to a lot of people this isn't that deep #But as someone who has watched POC creators and designs be overlooked time and time again? #I can't force anyone to do anything #But I can call it like I see it

[peraltuki]

Your favorite redacted audio character but I I'm judging you part 1

This is all for fun and it's not meant to be taken seriously!!1!!2

Gavin: if your favorite guy is Gavin you need to stop telling people about your mommy issues, you love the chase in relationships so you'd go for the guy who's super complicated and has a lot of emotional turmoil in his life, you him because he's a bit arrogant and you think you can tame him, you can't, but you can definitely try to make him obsessed with you! deep down you just have too many responsibilities and you get bored with people easily, you repress your sexual desires because you don't feel that comfortable in your body or you believe there's something more important to be doing, stop repressing it! we get it you're horny, so Go get it!!

Lasko: if your favorite guy is Lasko you have time management problems, stomach ache and a controlling parental figure. You like your teacher probably, you love being in control of everything but you can't organize yourself enough to control anything, and you're very critical of yourself and others, even if you really try not to you're a kind of judgemental in a bitchy way like did you seriously asked me that dumbass question kind of judgemental, you are hypochondriac that's a problem you need to stop seeing therapy as a personal attack!

Huxley: if your favorite guy is Huxley your home was very chaotic and unpredictable, now that you're old you look for peace and quiet, but maybe stop overindulging so much. One thing is to be carefree and the other is to be irresponsible, you like to have a good time not a hard time and it's difficult for you to not bend because you have a tendency to not care about things unless the problem is so big you can't ignore it anymore, you see yourself as a secondary character even in your own life start owning your shit

Damien: if your favorite guy is Damien you're an Aries or a Scorpio don't ask me how I know just check your natal chart. You have anger issues and suppress the darkest parts of your personality, you just want someone who's as insane and annoying as you so you can feel comfortable being like that too, you are very sensitive to sounds and to other's emotions but not in a I'm an empath way but in a everything people do and say makes me irritated or doubt myself or feel weird, I genuinely believe you're just an old person in the body of a young one, try to go on walks honey :/

David: If your favorite guy is David you really believe the power of love and pussy can save him, you love the sun and the moon kind of relationships, he was sunshine I was midnight rain you know? But sometimes you overcompromise with being the nice one and the mediator, you need to say fuck you to people more often, and you need to stop living in your head so much!! I feel like David is what you wish you were because you like how he doesn't take shit from anybody, be more confident in being disliked

Asher: if your favorite guy is Asher you're so serious and you know it like you can be like 😐 around people but it's not intentional, you like to be around extroverted people because you like to be listening not talking, you can be very annoying sometimes telling people what they should or shouldn't do, yes you're very funny you're just shy and you have a resting bitch face, but you also like Asher so I know you like goofy Gemini men

Milo: if your favorite guy is Milo you tend to be super extremist and people often feel like they have to tolerate your control managing issues, you are not as controlling as you think you are you're just bossy that doesn't mean you want to be in charge, you love alone time and you know YOU KNOW you're good company, your jokes can be very inappropriate at times so calm down on that, impulsivity is not a personality trait!!

Sam: if your favorite guy is Sam your favorite guy is also Joel from tlou, you're the person with the daddy issues and you know it, I mean look at what kind of men you like??!! That's not normal! You like being told what to do even if you say you don't, you like having someone behind you giving you advice on what you should and shouldn't do, and you really like your house and comfortability, you were a Carlisle girlie, you HATE unexpected things and yes you are a sucker for older men

Vincent: if your favorite guy is Vincent, you have 100% not gotten over twilight renaissance and you stalk Robert Pattinson, you really like vampire shit and you liked his flirty personality but his emo persona was what made you fall in love, you really believe in the idea of the one, it's monogamy or death for you and you want to be with the same person forever, you are a Phoebe Bridges fan (side eye) and you love the idea of being protected by someone stronger, older and wiser and I don't know in what category of daddy issues does vampire fall but you have both even a little bit of mommy issues considering.....

Quinn: If your favorite guy is Quinn, no it's not, you like making up people in your head he's not even here he's just a figment of your imagination go write a fanfic I'll read it

#I don't want to do the demons ones they scare me #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted asher #redacted damien #redacted Huxley #redacted gavin #redacted lasko #redacted quinn

[sunshowerwriting]

A God D.A.M.N Polycule || Pt. 2

Cuddles

(Redacted Audio) Freelancerx Gavin x Huxley x Lasko x Damien

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With Gavin and Lasko away to get food and Huxleys house colder than you ever wanted it to be you were left to find your own way to warm up, but luckily for you there was a certain fire elemental that could help you with just that.

Ao3 if you’d prefer to read there.

Pt 1.

The evening was cold, and the heat in Huxley’s house was only doing so much for you as you sat curled up on his couch. Gavin and Lasko were out grabbing dinner for everyone, Huxley was showering, and Damien had disappeared into the house somewhere, leaving you alone to fall victim to your boredom and the cold you were feeling. 

You pulled the little throw blanket you found tighter around your body. Hoping to get rid of some of the chill running through your body. You even started to wonder if Huxley would mind if you turned up the heat. But before you could convince yourself to go mess with the thermostat Damien appeared. And never had you been happier to see the fire elemental. 

“Damien!” Your words came out as more of an excited whine, but you didn’t pay it any attention. 

“Yes freelancer?” He looked at you like you were insane, but with the hope of warmth you kept pushing forward. 

Reluctantly pulling your arms out of your blanket cocoon, you reached out for the man in front of you. He looked at you for a moment before you realized he'd need more persuasion than you had hoped.

“Come here!” You drew your words out into another excited whine. 

“I want to cuddle!” 

Damiens face scrunched up and he hesitated. “Why? I'm hot.”

“Perfect.” You gave him no other explanation and continued to make grabby hands at him.

Damien sighed and rolled his eyes, but without any more protest he came and sat next to you on the couch. Immediately you scooted yourself closer to him and wrapped yourself around him. His body's warmth was exactly what you were looking for in this moment, and you nuzzled your face into him to further solidify your enjoyment of his warmth.

“You're never too hot for cuddles.” You said matter of factly. 

Damien's body stiffened for a moment, and you began to worry you had upset him but before you could get too up in your head he wrapped his own arms around you and stroked your back. 

“Yeah, try saying that in 90 degree heat.”

You laughed and shook your head at him. “Nope, never too hot.” 

The two of you continued to lay with each other for a while longer on the couch. You were chatting and enjoying eachothers company when Huxley came out to join you both. 

He was still damp from his shower and was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. He was a sight for sure, and you knew if Gavin was here he’d most certainly comment about getting a show with dinner. But your own admiration of the man in front of you was cut short by your own shock. 

“You're gonna freeze like that!” You were probably louder than Damien appreciated, considering you were still curled up next to him, but he kept his annoyance to himself.

“Nah, it's not that cold.” Huxleys words were crafted with his signature nonchalant friendliness, but you still weren’t convinced. 

You shook your head at him and reached your arms out to him in the same fashion you had to Damien. 

“Come cuddle.” 

Huxley laughed at your request, but put up no fight or even fake disinterest the way Damien had and he made his way to join you both on the couch.

After some rearranging you all managed to find a comfortable position. Huxley sat behind Damien with Damien leaning against Huxley’s chest and you were almost on top of Damien cuddling into his chest. Damien and Huxley’s company was a fantastic combination, and you each loved every moment of your little cuddle session. 

Eventually though, it was interrupted by the sound of Huxley’s front door opening. Since the intruders didn’t bother knocking you knew exactly who it was and your suspicions were confirmed when you saw both of them enter the living room carrying two bags of food.

“Now don't you three look cozy.” Gavins spoke when his eyes landed on your cuddle pile. 

“I'm hurt. You all got cuddled up without me and Lasko? How could you?” 

Gavin’s “hurt” was fake and it was more than a little obvious. Still you knew there would be plenty of time to cuddle with the rest of your lovers at a later date, and you couldn't wait to have everyone together. But for now, food.

#🌦 writes #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted freelancer #redacted lasko #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted fanfic #redactedverse

[weaselandfriends]

So you are going to make a fanfic about Pokemon, huh.

Are you a pokemon fan? Or you known about the franchise enough? or is a case of you, waking up one day and thinking:" I'm going to make a Pokemon Fan-Fic!" And started to consume media from it in order to make a story?

I was a child in 1998.

During that initial invasion of Pokemon into the West, when Pokemon was far more than simply the "most profitable media property in the world" that it is today, when it was a tidal wave phenomenon that swept away an entire continent, I was something of a Pokemaniac. I had Blue Version, Red Version, Yellow Version, Pokemon Pinball, Pokemon Stadium, Pokemon Puzzle League, Hey You Pikachu. I had (and still have) every single card from the first three TGC sets, included the oh-so-vaunted holographic Charizard card. I had Pokemon figurines, I had toy Poke Balls, I had Pokemon stickers, I had Pokemon stamps, I had Pokemon clothes, I had Pokemon strategy guides, I had Pokemon choose your own adventure novels. I had the then-complete runs of both Pokemon Adventures and Electric Tale of Pikachu (I vastly preferred the latter). I would wake up early every day to watch the Pokemon anime on TV. I went to Pokemon The First Movie opening day and remember walking into a theater packed to the brim only to hear a man scream—to my delight and assuredly my mother's horror—"SEATS IN THE FRONT ROW!"

Of course, it's been 25 years since 1998. I've played most of the mainline games since then (GSC, RSE, DPP, SuMo, and recently SV). I've seen a few of the endless array of movies. For some reason I watched the entire SuMo anime. So yeah, I still like Pokemon.

Is it my favorite thing ever? No. The unfortunate reality is the games are pretty formulaic and often have questionable design choices. It's not like Mario or Zelda, other nostalgic Nintendo series, where the devs put their heart and soul into each new mainline installment.

But the fundamentally fascinating elements of its world continue to interest me. I've always seen the Pokemon world as a near-future nigh-utopia, clean and neat and orderly, with large swaths of the population free to pursue their hobbies rather than slave away at some useless job. I've always wanted to delve into such a world narratively, as opposed to the endless dystopias that seem to clog contemporary fiction.

Chicago was written as a kind of critical response to To the Stars, which is a utopian story that glosses over the steps taken to reach utopia. I wanted to peer more deeply at how a world akin to that in To the Stars might actually be created, the kind of political turmoil and upheaval required to eventually integrate the panacea to mankind's ill—magic—into functional society. A Pokemon story would instead be about the utopia itself. What does it mean for society that children are not simply allowed but encouraged to leave home at 10 to pursue a vague, unstructured path to become what is basically a competitive sports athlete? What has had to happen to society for such a thing to be not simply okay, but preferred? And what does it mean for that society's future development, especially considering a world where rapid evolution of generally symbiotic non-human creatures is possible? And why, in this peaceful and low-scarcity world, are there so many insane doomsday death cults essentially seeking to usher in the apocalypse?

There are two works of literature that particularly influenced the direction of my idea for a Pokemon fanfic. The first is Eyeless in Gaza (unfortunately topical title) by Aldous Huxley of Brave New World fame. Gaza is a mostly autobiographical story touching on a variety of topics, and one chapter near its end involves the main character traveling to Central America, where he meets a strange, idealistic man named Dr. Miller. Dr. Miller espouses many ideas about anthropology, especially ones critical of or antithetical to British imperialist pseudo-scientific anthropology: "An anthropologist is a person who studies men," he says, "but you prefer to deal with bugs. I'd call you an entomologist [...] the only remedy is for the bug-hunter to throw his bayonets away and treat the bugs as though they were human beings." But the most interesting thing he talks about, the thing that has stuck with me more than anything else in the otherwise mediocre novel, is soccer.

"But [football is] the greatest English contribution to civilization," said the doctor. "Much more important than parliamentary government, or steam engines, or Newton's Principia. More important even than English poetry. Poetry can never be a substitute for war and murder. Whereas games can be. A complete and genuine substitute."

Dr. Miller envisions a world where competitive sports replace the destructive and combative elements of humanity; he teaches soccer to small Mexican tribes as a way to settle their differences instead of war. What does a utopian society look like that has replaced conflict with competitive sport at a grand, worldwide scale? In our world, the Olympics are often spoken of in similar terms, but Pokemon appears to have actually accomplished this lofty goal, to the point that becoming a trainer at 10 is more important than standard education. By setting my fanfic at a prestigious, global tournament, I become perfectly posed to explore this question...

The other point of inspiration comes from Underground, Haruki Murakami's nonfiction account of the 1995 Tokyo sarin gas attacks committed by the cult Aum Shinrikyo. The book contains numerous interviews with both survivors of the attacks themselves and former members of the cult, and ends with Murakami's essay on how the Japanese social psyche allowed this event to occur. Describing the cult members he interviewed, he says:

To all of them I posed the same question, that is, whether they regretted having joined Aum. Almost everyone answered: "No, I have no regrets. I don't think those years were wasted." Why is that? The answer is simple—because in Aum they found a purity of purpose they could not find in ordinary society.

This idea of "purity of purpose unfound in ordinary society," what does that mean in a society like Pokemon's? In a utopian society, where nearly all needs are met? Where sports replaces conflict?

Anyway, I've started to veer off topic, so I'll cut it short there. I'm incredibly excited for this project, so I hope all of you decide to give it a read when I finish!

#writing #bavitz #pokemon #eyeless in gaza #underground

[thorniest-rose]

I'm one of the anons who mentioned Marmalade seemed right up your alley earlier this week, and I'm so happy to hear you liked it!!! I would legitimately watch an entire ten film series of Joe as the Babydoll Bandit, getting into capers, wearing incredible outfits, and having obsessive cat and mouse flirtation with Detective Huxley.

BABYDOLL BANDIT 😭😭😭 the fact that Joe has played a character called that makes me insane!!! I wish that section of the film had been a lot longer, I would have loved a sequence where we see Joe applying his make-up and putting the outfit on. And seeing him actually rob a bank, I feel like we got a taste but I want sooo much more.

#asks #marmalade spoilers

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi, if you're still doing the matchups, I'd love to see what you have in store!

Song fixations

-- Currently, I've been listening to MARK CHAPMAN by Måneskin. The first lyrics that came to my mind was the end of the first verse and the chorus.

Ma se soltanto avesse La possibilità Ti seguirebbe al quattro angoli della città Nascosto fra la gente Senza un'identità Dice che mi ama ma lo so che mente

Si muove a piede libero Vestito come un incubo Vuole tu sia in pericolo Però'ti chiama idolo

Translated as: "But if only he had the possibility, It would follow you to the four corners of the city. Hidden among the people, without an identity. He says he loves me but I know he's lying. He moves freely, dressed like a nightmare. He wants you to be in danger, but he calls you an idol." I'm not entirely sure why these lyrics stand out to me in the way they do, but oh well. I've also been listening to READ YOUR DIARY from the same album.

The Redacted Part of this Ask

-- I absolutely love Hush's introductory video. The sound design and overall ambiguity surrounding his character at that point was so absolutely intriguing on its first release, and I still listen to it regularly.

I never was able to get into Asher, unfortunately. I know that there's probably so much more to his story, but it's just never clicked with me.

I would completely and absolutely love to befriend Huxley. I am a total Plant Slut, and I have (quite frankly) a concerning amount of house plants. Having someone who is not only Chill as Fuck to hang with, but could also help with the plants? That is a friendship that I need.

Book/series/tv show

-- Just solely by the volume of it that I watch, I could probably recall any given episode of Dimension 20. I watch it while crocheting, and so when I'm just chilling and have time on my hands, dice time it goes. I could probably name every insane Nat 20 Ally made in FH:FY and every intimidating Evan Kelmp line in Misfits + Magic.

Various other info (Sleepy time, Enneagram, etc)

-- My go-to way to fall asleep is, unfortunately, staying awake until I physically cannot keep my eyes open any longer. When I do get sleepy, I talk about stationary. It's something I've been into for a long time, and when I simply do not have the filter to not talk about my interests, I unleash everything about pens and notebooks that I know on the poor soul who is near me.

I'm a type 5 on the Enneagram and am currently pursuing a degree in Mathematics. Ideally, I want to go to grad school. I just really, really, fucking love maths. It is the best subject.

Gas Station. I normally do a water, a monster zero ultra, and kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips.

Other than all of this, I'm just a dude. Just a silly little guy, if you will. Teehee. Have fun!

So this one was both so fun but so hard. You’re so interesting, you’ve got so much going on- a typical Type Five. Not to make you sound like a Manic Pixie Dream Boy but god, James could use you in his life.

By that, I mean Type Five’s are characterized as thoughtful, unique free-thinkers prone to philosophy and complexity. I think James respects and admires these qualities in you in addition to your pursuit of higher education. (I don’t think he knows a ton about math, but I do think he likes to hear you talk about it.) Complementing that, he loves the more unexpected, chaotic parts of you. Like, can you imagine listening to your thoughts and the cognitive dissonance of theorems versus Riz going up a corn monster’s butt? You keep him on his toes in the best way.

Another reason James strikes me as a good match for you is how easy, I think, it’ll be for him to take you with him to ETS. He could listen to Dimension 20 when he misses you, deeply confusing his coworkers who can’t picture him as a DnD guy. Like, I don’t think you would have had time to crochet him a blanket before he left, but maybe he’s got gloves, a scarf, socks, something you made for him that he can touch. Also, can’t you imagine sending him on his work trip with a little plant? The bonding opportunities for James and Anton to take care of their plants and miss their lovers write themselves!

Song:

Gonna soften the blow, soften the blow and give it up/ I saw the surprise, the look in your eyes, I gave it up/ Gonna be who I am, be who I am, and give it up/ I traveled the way/ Wait for me, wait for me/ It's all better now, it's all better now/ Wait for me, wait for me

James strikes me as an indie, alt rock kind of guy, so Kings of Leon would be a good fit for him. I like this song for y’all for that reason and the fact it’s got a sweet, longing kind of feel. Also, “wait for me” when he’s on that business trip a little incel motherfucker made that much longer just hits.

Runner-ups:

Anton is obviously a runner-up; like, he came to mind first. However, James strikes me as more interesting and therefore a better match for someone as interesting as you. Lasko is another runner-up because I think y’all would really share interests and hobbies. If I were doing platonic match-ups, he’d have been at the top of list.

note: thank you for waiting 🧡

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[linearao3]

BTS of Dark Water?

So my favorite scene of Dark Water is probably the scene where they look out at the islands and then go back to the hotel, but I don’t know that I have anything non-obvious to say about that, so this is instead about the scene where Rey comes to find Ren at the beach.

I went insanely far in on metaphors in this whole fic, and this scene is especially thick with them. I think this is the first occurrence of the motif of non-native plants — the devil’s weed he pulls on when he’s talking, the eucalyptus the school’s porches are made of, all the different species at Lotus Springs, the ice plant Huxley’s car almost gets stuck in. I didn’t want it to be like non-native plants are bad! because that reads as a xenophobic metaphor, but I do feel like devil’s weed and ice plant are not unreasonable as metaphors for colonialism, and Ben’s totally futile attempt to rip out the devil’s weed as he talks is connected to his violent but essentially useless efforts to rip himself away from his past, his family, and his historical context.

There are some more traditional metaphors, too — the California coast is of course littered with cypress trees and pelicans, but in old-world symbolism the cypress tree is the tree of death and mourning, and this is where Ben went after he was too late to kill Palatine and considered killing himself. Pelicans are supposed to be the ultimate selfless parents, tearing blood from their own hearts to feed their chicks, and Ben’s parents are monsters to him, because they denied his abuse and cooperated in his commitment.

And of course the beach is called Mariposa, and to Ben it’s the site where he takes on a new life as Ren. I guess maybe it’s notable that Ren says that he killed Ben Solo and dropped him into the river, not the sea — the river is the past that returns with destructive force, but the ocean is the future, which can be poisoned but which can also heal.

I feel incredibly pretentious writing this out and I am so sorry for subjecting you to it! It’s been a while since I wrote it, and I’m still proud of it in a lot of ways, but honestly I was just kind of at a loss for things to say that I haven’t already said in the notes. Thank you for putting up with me.

#asks #dark water

[fujita-exe]

I've been imagining how the D.A.M.N crew would text so here I go

You can read this both in polycule or not, your choice

(click/tap read more if you're interested!! It's quite long and I'm not great at writing so I apologize if it's cringe)

Freelancer:

"Would you like to eat lunch together if you have the time?"

- they would use slang, and they'd shorten their words sometimes too

- sometimes they'd also use emojis

- it drives Damien insane (sometimes)

"💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 HELL YEA!!! let's just hope my professor doesn't give me extra work this time though LMAO"

Damien:

- he would use perfect grammar.

- yes that includes punctuation, capitalization, and no, he does not shorten words or use slang. (ex: "with" into "w", "LMAO", "LOL", "ngl")

- also, if you need tone indicators, he will use them for you!!

- it's kinda scary when he gets mad

- he won't hesitate to type a whole paragraph either

Gavin:

- lower case letters ✨

- "i look pretty, so the words i write must be pretty. - Gavin"

- uses grammar correctly

- I'd like to think he uses slang in a wrong way. It's up to you to think he does it on purpose to piss Damien off (like that ✨micro-wave✨ incident) or he just genuinely does not know how to use them cause I like to imagine he's not used to human stuff

- he uses the "~" at the end of certain sentences a lot

Huxley:

- he doesn't like texting, the big guy said it himself. but at least he tries his best

- he'd send voice messages instead though!! Or maybe when the question is just yes/no, he'd just reply with emojis, that works too I suppose.

- he'd definitely use videos too, cause like, I dunno, sometimes explaining things is hard yknow? so you just show'em to make it easier

- when he does text though. well- he's trying, right? definitely a lot of typos, quite hard to understand :''

"Gsuy llok wgat I fonud"

- insert image of a cool looking rock -

Lasko:

- how does this man manage to stutter in text too

- he just types so fast man, especially if he's using a computer. speed.

- if he's using his phone, autocorrect has his back, most of the time anyway. he'd still have to correct some words but it's okay, he doesn't mind (fUCK AUTOCORRECT SOMETIMES IT CORRECTS SHIT YOU DONT WANT TO CORRECT)

- speaking of autocorrect Gavin definitely teases lasko for the words corrected if it gives a different context. but knowing Gavin, he can turn literally anything into an innuendo. like seriously he makes it out of thin air, it's comes naturally to him (que lasko throwing his phone across the room)

"guuys are you freee tgis weekend? we should go to the movies! ofcourseif you want to, i dont minnd ifyoudeclinehaha"

- if he's on computer, autocorrect doesn't have his back, but he won't have as much typos as Huxley though, so at least it's still legible.

- just one or two repeated letters, hitting the wrong keys, or forgetting to use the space bar, that's all.

Xavier:

- lowercase letters. chill man.

- only uses punctuation when needed, very laid back indeed

- does use slang, not a lot though

- emoticons, i cant explain why, just - emoticons. it just gives a friendly vibe

"guys we are meeting up tmr right? if we are still meeting up, can we go to a cafe right after? i just wanna chill w yall hehe ^^"

Do feel free to add more :]

#redacted polycule #redacted asmr #redacted damn polycule #redacted damn #redacted xavier #redacted damien #redacted freelancer #redacted huxley #redacted gavin #redacted lasko

[yetdevout]

sorry for the rant but coincidence, i binge listened to the entire freelancer season 2 today and i am in pieces

i see all the huxmien hints now oof. gavin and freelancer mmmHmMmHmm. the qualifiers were really cool ngl and xavier?? *inhales sharply* i also couldnt help but swear at my screen when kody came back, the little bitch

also how did i not know of the lovely, damien and huxley interaction before??? it was brief but it was cute. i was so sad when listening to lovely and vincents episodes 😭 AND WHEN HUXLEY SAID THEYD BE SO MUCH BETTER IN THEIR FINAL YEAR IF THEY WERE THAT GOOD IN THEIR FIRST YEAR, I WANTED TO CRY BRO

the preview audio of the inversion just gave me trauma flashbacks but i love it. also when you said that gavin and freelancer was not given the credit and recognition they deserved, you are ABSOLUTELY correct. they helped a lot more than they realise and the fact that no one else realised it either crushes me i love them sm :((

also after relistening to the inversion, i remember just how scary it actually was 😭

so in light of the inversion ↓↓

as the world caves in by matt maltese (i prefer the sarah cothran cover) and crossfire by stephen but its the inversion

-🎶

freelancer season 2! a LOT happened and it's honestly so great, i love how that season is structured so much

looking back on it, all the bits of huxmien that were shown to the audience makes so much sense now. it hits even harder when you remember that damien was planning to confess AFTER THE GAMES 😭😭😭 i can't imagine everything that was going through his mind like "i might lose the person i love" and vice versa with hux

AND YEAH I KNOW 😭😭😭 lovely hux and damien was something i never knew i needed, i hope those three can meet again at some point.

gavin and fl deserve so much man :(( they went through an insane amount of emotional turmoil and i really believe they deserve at least a thank you? god so much could've gone wrong but those two pulled through

milo and sweetheart being the heroes they are, watching them plan and come up with ANYTHING to save their family was so sjfhejfn like that's my power couple!

and yes, both those song choices are SO accurate. i love crossfire and was thinking abt it when i was listening to the inversion as well :'))

#redacted asmr #asks #🎶 anon

[yuoic]

Tagged by @t74x6n83pq9sck4va0 thank youuu c': 🫂

nickname: Evi. and ive gotten Em as well. [and I'm legally allowed to assassinate whoever calls me "Vicky" , by presidential decree, btw].

sign: Libra

height: 1.64 cm

last google search: rector de la uanl

number of followers: 2,923 [i do take my time to report + block pornbots as soon as they appear but I don't know if they will still count as followers]

amount of sleep: like a fucking princess [minimum 6 hours, maximum 9 hours; only pulling all-nighters when i know i'll be able to sleep as long as i want after that, and/or when i have no option, both for academic stuff, mostly]

lucky number: -1, 0, √2, 6, 17, 25, 78, 144

favorite color: green

dream job: philosopher (is that still a thing? like, people who get paid to just go insane, then write and publish the outcome?)

movie/book that summarizes me: Caín by José Saramago [according to a friend, and when we met back in 2014. And according to myself... i wouldn't know how to tell between me just loving those movies/books or actually seeing myself in them 🤔 so i'll stick to what she said]

favorite song: don't do this to me xd i don't know. [i spent about 20 minutes digging in my memories but i could come up with nothing. i could build an entire playlist with every song i've played on repeat for days at a time but i wouldn't distinguish them from being extremely good or promote them to the Favourite category. Special mention: Sleep Walking Past Hope by H.I.M. (Live at the Orpheum Theatre) — precisely because I played it nonstop, a billion times a day for about a whole month (back in 2015); but there are so, so many more like that one: Well I Wonder by The Smiths, Meadowlarks by Fleet Foxes, Él No Sabe by El Duelo, To Bid You Farewell and Benighted by Opeth, Como É Grande O Meu Amor Por Você by Roberto Carlos, A Nike Like This by Paisajes Trágicos (a The Cure tribute, yes), Sophisticated Lady by Billie Holiday, Fated Faithful Fatal by Marilyn Manson, 7 Days by NCT Dream, Flow by Sade, We Laugh Indoors by Death Cab for Cutie, Good Morning Sun by Piero Umiliani. I mean, look at the entire paragraph ive written just to make up to this question... Christ]

favorite instrument: mayonnaise

aesthetic: ugly

favorite author: please don't do this to me either. it's been 15 minutes already. but just not to leave this blank: José Saramago (indeed), Aldous Huxley, Robert Sapolsky, Yuval Noah Harari, Miguel de Unamuno, Marcus Aurelius, J.K. Rowling, Desmond Morris, Xavier Velasco... but as I don't have a favourite (musical) artist, I don't have one favourite author and for the same reason: I don't like every single book/song they've made. An exception could be Marcus Aurelius but because he literally wasn't a writer per se and "wrote" just ONE book... which he never even meant for it to be published anyway (after he died someone found a bunch of manuscripts under his bed or something, then made them a book). [Again, I'm sorry for the whole paragraph :( writing these any shorter would have been just so inaccurate]

favorite animal noise: human babies laughter

wearing: old, plain, green hand-me-down t-shirt; old, mended, worn-out-black Levi's; old, torn, chipped hiking boots; and every outfit of mine is just a variation of colours of these same things.

song stuck in my head: Ya No Soy Tu Mujer by La Factoría.

i tag @corvus-pictor, @nullheaven, @theartofdyingtogether, @puppetstringed, @sczzzm-4v0mez, @muddress, @02void, @tuskegeejetter, @minkrug, @silkskull and everyone else who wants to play :D <3

#josé saramago #H.I.M. #the smiths #Fleet foxes #el duelo #Opeth #Roberto Carlos #Paisajes trágicos #the cure #billie holiday #marilyn manson #nct dream #Sade #Death cab for cutie #piero umiliani #aldous huxley #robert sapolsky #yuval noah harari #miguel de unamuno #marcus Aurelius #jk rowling #Desmond morris #xavier velasco #La factoría #musical taste #yuoic

[goldenholi]

Chapter 16: Naivara Goes Home

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8 chapters to go. ________

Celastrina decided they were having dinner together. Everyone.

Naivara felt uneasy about the concept, but her instincts tended to land her in trouble, so she kept her mouth shut about the whole thing. She spent the evening leading up to it helping Irene in the kitchen, sneaking bites of boiled potato when Irene wasn’t looking. They salted and seasoned and stuffed large pans into the oven, and a salivating scent settled over the home. Irene kept stopping her from peering into the oven.

All the while Lillimae flittered about, oddly quiet. Naivara didn’t consider herself a particularly savvy girl, but something about Lilimae’s expression gave her the sense that she was thinking. Intently. Naivara regretted telling her about everything that the trio had told her. She’d been quiet and moody and thoughtful, and that wasn’t the Lillimae Naivara had become accustomed to..

A knock sounded at the door.

“Are we expecting anyone?” Lillimae asked. “Or should I grab the crossbow?”

“Celastrina?” Irene called out. “Who is at our door?”

“Mahog,” Celastrina called back. “Let her in.”

Lillimae opened the door and there stood a woman that Naivara could only describe as Mallory’s double: same hair, same nose, same skin tone. Three dots along her cheek. She was tall, muscular, and wore a cloak reminiscent of the forest floor: fabric the shape of leaves, frayed edges, green dappled with brown. She smiled at Naivara.

“I am glad to see you in a better state,” Mahog said, and Naivara struggled to fathom how Mahog knew her.

“She brought you here,” Irene said. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Naivara said, edging out of the foyer. “Thank you so much, uhm….why are you here?”

“Celastrina summoned me,” she said. “Something about dinner.”

“It will be ready shortly,” Eudora called out.

“I will release them shortly,” Celastrina said.

True to her word, a few minutes later, Skipper was creeping down the stairs. Followed by Huxley. Mallory did not descend.

“What is all this?” Skipper asked, gesturing the table, where steaming vegetables and seared cuts of meat steamed, glistening under lantern light.

“Dinner,” Naivara said. “Celastrina wants us all to eat.”

“This isn’t a cult thing,” Skipper said. “Right? We won’t be stuck here forever, right?”

“It’s food,” Irene said. “No magic, no hexes, no curses, no games.”

Huxley took a seat and began helping himself, piling his plate.

“Where’s the other one?” Eudora asked.

“He smelled food and decided he’s staying upstairs. Said it’s probably cursed.”

“I’ll handle him,” Mahog said, and she ascended the stairwell.

Lillimae ushered Skipper to a seat. Naivara forced herself to sit. Then Irene, then Eudora, and eventually, Mahog returned, a sour faced Mallory in tow. She pulled out a seat for him and he begrudgingly sat himself.

“Eat,” Irene said. “We did not prepare all this for you to sit there and starve.”

“I’ll eat when I want to,” Mallory said. “So what is all of this for?”

“Just eat the food,” Lillimae said.

“I know you,” Skipper said, and Lillimae shot her a death glare.

“No,” Lillimae said. “You don’t.”

“We should do introductions,” Irene said. “I am Irene.”

“I’m Eudora.”

“I’m nunya,” Lillimae said.

“I’m Skipper and I know you’re not Nunya,” she said. “I know it.”

“I am Huxley,” Huxley said. “This is delicious. Thank you.”

“I’m Mallory,” Malllory said. “Let’s get the ball rolling. I want to go home.”

“This is insane,” Mallory said. “Are we seriously considering this?”

“Completely,” Skipper said. “It’s worth it. I want to give it a shot.” “It’s crazy,” Mallory said. “This plan has more holes than a honeycomb.”

“Look, it may have a lot of holes,” Lillimae said. “But what’s the alternative? Same old, same old? Are you happy with that? You have a shot at something new. Something honest. Just think on it.”

“I’m not uprooting my life on a whim,” Mallory said. “And it isn’t just my life. Thank’s, but no thanks.”

“Think on it,” Lillimae said. “Float the concept.”

It was decided that Naivara would go home the next day, at sundown.

The next morning, she wandered through the forest with Lillimae. Naivara wore the clothes she had arrived in (which now felt much too tight) and subjected herself to generally uncomfortable circumstances: laying on some unpleasantly moist dirt, wading through knee-high, prickly grasses, and most importantly: Lillimae shoving her around with a scarf tied around her eyes.

“I don’t like this!” Naivara squealed, the ground tapering into a slope.

“You’re fine,” Lillimae teased.

Her ankle rolled and Naivara crumpled, tumbling down a very small hill. She thudded against the earth, pebbles digging into her skin.

“Lily!”

“Sorry,” Lillimae said. “But look! Now you’ve got that ragged, abandoned and left to die kinda look.”

Naivara ripped the blindfold away, infuriated. Before she could speak, Lillimae teetered, then flung herself down the incline.

“Lily!”

“And now,” Lillimae groaned, peeling herself off the grass. “We are even.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Naivara said.

“For you?” Lillimae asked, dusting the dirt off her chest. “I’ll throw myself down a hill or two.”

“Only two?” Naivara asked dryly. Lillimae leaned in, and heat caught between them like a humid summer.

“I’d do it three times,” Lillimae said. “Four, even.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t,” Naivara said.

“I can handle a fall,” Lillimae said. “I’m like a cat. Nine lives or whatever.”

“You aren’t a cat,” Naivara said. “You don’t have nine lives. Don’t pretend you do.”

Lillimae rolled her eyes. She flipped herself onto her back and laid in the grass, blowing out a burst of air that grumbled and bumbled against the skin of her lip.

“Doesn’t matter,” Lillimae said.

“Yes it does.”

“Can you drop it?”

“I care about you,” Naivara said. This upset Lillimae, though Naivara couldn’t fathom why.

“Of course you care,” Lillimae muttered. “Of course you give a shit now that you’re leaving forever.”

“Lily-”

“I am going to miss you,” Lily said. Her voice was flippant, laced with insincerity. “I hope you get the guy and get away from Atlas and go far, far away and have a bunch of babies and live happily ever after.”

Naivara balled up the blindfold in her fist and threw it at Lillimae, who didn’t so much as flinch. Her eyes were locked on the sky.

“Do you want to end today on a bad note?” Naivara asked. “That’ll be awkward. Given the plan.”

Lillimae rolled her eyes and flipped onto her side. Naivara felt a familiar insecurity weedle into her skin. She couldn’t stand this, staring at Lillimae’s back, so she stood up. Her throat was dry. Her skin felt clammy.

“Are you upset with me?” Naivara asked.

Lillimae didn’t speak. Just reached out, plucked a dandelion from the grass and debated if she could blow off all the seeds in one go.

“Is it dumb that I miss you?” Lillimae said. “You haven’t even left. It’s like you’re already gone.”

“I’m literally right here.”

“But soon you won’t be.” Her voice teetered into a croak. “Soon you’re going wind up far, far away and you’re going to forget Raaian and everyone in it.”

“Lily,” Naivara said, crouching down. “I won’t forget Raaian. I won’t forget you.” She tugged Lillimae onto her back.

“I’m not trying to be a dick,” Lily said. “But you did forget me.”

Naivara paused, unsure of what to say. She sat herself down, leaned back into the hill and gnawed on her lip.

“I let you go because I had to,” Naivara said. “Because I was afraid. But I did think of you.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Lillimae said, and Naivara became hard edges and slants.

“A few days after Atlas proposed,” Naivara said. “We were having dinner and Skipper mentioned you. She said you scaled the perimeter and left town. By yourself. And that night I went to Atlas and asked for him to go look for you. He told me that ‘leaving town’ didn’t mean leaving. It meant suicide. And I didn’t know that word, so I asked what it meant, and he said that it was setting yourself up to die. I spent the next month and a half praying that somehow, someway, you were sabotaged. So forgive me for caring about you hurting yourself. Forgive me for disliking you acting like you have nine lives when you have one.”

“You were my friend, Lily,” Naivara said. “My one friend. The person I loved, the person I missed, the person I hated, the person I was jealous of, the person I wanted to scream at and laugh with and cry over. I wasn’t brave and I wish I had been, because I wish I could have known so I could have have tried to stop you from ever so much as looking at the forest. But I didn’t know. And I carry that regret with me. I’m so sorry, Lily.”

Lillimae was silent. She twirled the dandelion between her fingers, back and forth. Her silence irritated Naivara, who grew incensed, her cheeks warming the longer Lillimae spent stewing.

Lillimae blew on her dandelion. The seeds fell away effortlessly, every last one of them.

“What did you wish for?” Naivara asked dryly.

“For Atlas to up and die,” Lillimae said, creating a slip-knot with the stem.

“What did he ever do to you?” Naivara asked.

“He married you,” Lillimae said, her tone acidic. Naivara’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Her eyes crinkled, her lips pouted, Naivara was genuinely confused, and Lillimae could have died. Lillimae could handle anger. She could handle disgust, or disappointment, or disbelief, but confusion? Confusion required tact and Lillimae had about as much tact in her as a pestle.

“What?” Naivara asked. “I’m confused.”

“I hate that Atlas married you.”

“Why? Did you want to marry him? Do you have history?” She gasped. “Did you sleep with him too?”

“Did he cheat on you?”

“Yes,” Naivara said.

“Again,” Lillimae said, tossing the dandelion stem aside. “I hope he drops dead.”

“Why are you mad he proposed?” Naivara asked. “If you didn’t know him. If you never crossed paths. Why is it such a sore spot?”

“I’m going to give you a minute to think on that,” Lillimae said.

For a short while they were deadlocked: Naivara thinking, Lillimae mortified as she was bemused. Naivara was either oblivious, stubborn, or unable to utter the words. So Lillimae flattened her expression and told herself that if nothing else, this chapter of her life would slam shut and be forgotten.

“Beyond the fact that Atlas is scummy, unkind, and irritating,” Lillimae began, “I loved you. I wanted to be with you. And him proposing took that away.”

Naivara stared at her, her eyes large. Doe-like. She was so damn pretty. Always had been, but the admiration wasn’t the pleasant warmth of childhood infatuation anymore. That time had passed. It was a small furnace charring the edges of Lillimae’s heart. She feared that by the time Naivara was gone, her ribcage would collapse in on itself.

“Seriously?” Naivara asked. Lillimae took offense to her tone.

“Yes,” she said.

“...why?”

“Oh skies, don’t make me spell it out.”

“I just don’t get it. I was boring.”

“You were not boring,” Lillimae said. “You were calm.”

“I was sad all the time.”

“So was I.”

“I had nothing to offer.”

“First of all, we were kids,” Lillimae said. “Secondly, you were nice. And kind. And your Dad made us pancakes and I liked looking at you.”

“You did?”

“Yes!” Lillimae exclaimed. “I still do!”

“I’m...I’m nothing to look at,” Naivara said, and Lillimae felt something snap inside of her.

“I don’t know if it was the Brickson’s or Atlas or someone else,” Lillimae said. “But somebody went out of their way to convince you that you were no better than dirt under their heel, and they were wrong. I wish I could have been around to convince you otherwise because you deserve so, so much better.”

Heat caught between them. Lillimae balked at the realization that she had crept far too close whilst speaking but was too stunned to move. False. She had crept close and now she didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to recede. Naivara was just staring. Thinking.

“I wish I’d known,” she finally said. “We could have been good for each other.”

“Yeah,” Lillimae said. “I could have set the bar real high.”

Naivara didn’t consider herself clever, but she understood the formula of an innuendo. She felt hot. Like a cup of tea. This new perspective was seeping into her and she wondered why she had never put the pieces together. Why she had been so blind to Lillimae’s affection? Why couldn’t she parse out the signs? Why hadn’t she ever considered that it was possible?

Women couples existed, but...well, Atlas didn’t respect them much. The Brickson’s didn’t either. Killian often brought up how it wasn’t right for a women in Raaian to opt out of the ‘proper’ path of having children and a family, because it deprived Raaian of its most valuable commodity: people. Something about dwindling population. He taught that it was dishonorable to for two women to pair off and it had colored her perspective, blotted out an opportunity that stared her in the face. Something real and raw, that Lillimae felt down to her core and neither of them had been brave enough to face.

Lillimae was so close. Her breath tickled Naivara’s skin. She wondered if maybe, through some awful fluke, she had forsaken Lillimae in favor of a cold, cruel, calculating boss. She had thrown her lot in with a man who wanted little more than to use her. There, sitting at the foot of a hill, Lillimae so close that the heat caught between them, Naivara felt her heart beating, drowning, and being stoned all at once.

She never knew she had the choice to love Lillimae. There were a lot of choices she never thought were possible. That she never realized she could make.

“How?” Naivara asked. Lillimae locked eyes with her.

“How would I set the bar?”

“Yeah,” Naivara said, leaning in. “What would you do?”

Lillimae was so damn pretty. Naivara had never been able to admit it before, but now, now she could say it: Lillimae was so very beautiful. She had pretty eyes and a pretty nose and pretty hair, and she had nice shoulders and Naivara tried not to pay attention to breasts but she had nice breasts too, and why had she spent so much of her life convinced she couldn’t even think these things?

Lillimae closed the distance.

(Kissing, Naivara decided, was pleasant. She hadn’t seen enough people do it, so she always thought that it was pursed lips against pursed lips. That was not pleasant in the least. Lillimae giggled, a deep sound that sank into Naivara’s stomach, then adjusted herself accordingly: she suckled on Naivara’s upper lip and Naivara realized it wasn’t about pressing. It was about the gentle, easy friction. About the way Lillimae crept closer, and closer, until Naivara was against the forest floor. About the way one of Naivara’s hands settled where they liked, and she didn’t have to think: not once, not twice.)

(Lillimae did indeed set the bar.)

They returned to the house appropriately disheveled. Eudora frowned at her, asked if Lillimae had dragged her through the mud. Lillimae said she shoved her down a hill, which earned her a smack from Eudora, which resulted in Irene admonishing them both. Mahog sat idly on the porch, Mallory slouched beside her.

“You need a story for the jewelry,” Eudora said.

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

Naivara tugged off her bracelet, and the ring, then tucked them into her pockets.

“He won’t find out,” Naivara said, and that was the end of it. She hugged Irene. She hugged Eudora. And then she hugged Lillimae, who smelled like bliss and held her with an easiness that made Naivara feel whole.

“Are you ready?” Mahog asked. Naivara nodded.

“I’m ready,” she said.

It began at sunset. The Sutero had yet to take over their shift, so when a guard spotted movement, he took aim and fired: halfway to its target, the arrow burst into kaleidoscopic petals that fell gently to the earth. He fired again, and this arrow burned to a crisp in the air. Baffled, the guards took a moment to peer intently at his target, then gasped.

Mahog. And behind her: Naivara. Men flung themselves over the perimeter. By the time the shock factor had tapered off, someone had given her a blanket and was guiding her home by the small of her back. She was back. Everyone kept saying things like “poor girl” and “are you alright?” or “where did you get taken?” Naivara kept her head down. It wasn’t until she made it to the Grove that the act became reality: she didn’t want to be seen. She didn’t want to be coddled. She was just tired, and sad, and needed to go upstairs.

She picked out the sound of his foot steps before he ever reached the stairwell. She waited patiently, fully aware of what he wanted: a show. So she sniffled, and swiped at her eyes, and when she knew he was there she looked up at him. He was bedraggled. His hair was unkempt and his outfit was plain, which gave her pause because he was always, always concerned about appearances. He closed the distance and pulled her into a hug: black spots mottled her vision. She wrapped her arms around his middle. He was unpleasantly warm. He smelled stale.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” he said.

Naivara leaned into his side. Everyone let them retreat without a fuss. When they were out of the patron’s line of sight, Naivara shoved him away from her and made a bee-line for her fathers room. She jiggled the door knob and faced him, furious.

“Open it,” she ordered.

“Naivara,” Atlas said, his tone grave. “Naivara-”

“Open the fucking door,” she said. “Or I’ll run downstairs and tell them everything.”

He unlocked the door on her behalf.

“I’ll be upstairs in five minutes,” Naivara said. “Run a bath for me. I feel disgusting.”

She let herself into her fathers room and shut the door on Atlas. She pulled her hair out of her face and tried not to look like she had been dragged through the mud, but her father threw open his arms and she all but barreled into him.

“I’m so, so happy to see you,” Savan said. “So happy.”

“I’m okay,” Naivara said. “I’m okay, I’ll explain everything soon, this-” she gestured to herself, “-this isn’t what you think. I promise. I’ll explain everything later.”

“Sure,” he said.

“Hold onto these for me,” Naivara said, slipping him her bracelet and ring. “I’ll come back for them later. If anyone asks they are yours, a gift for me.”

“Naivara-”

“I have to go,” Naivara said. “I love you.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going back to him,” he bemoaned.

“I’ll explain later,” she said. “I promise. I love you.”

Upstairs, Naivara found Atlas in the bathroom. He picked out a towel and a night-dress on her behalf. She took the towel and ducked behind a folding screen. He sat on a stool, gritting his teeth.

“You don’t smell right.”

“How should I smell?” Naivara asked, peeling off her shirt.

“You smell like bliss,” Atlas said. “Did you have fun out there?”

“I don’t know,” Naivara said. “My memory is oh so fuzzy. What with being kidnapped by the fae.”

“Naivara,” Atlas said. “I will do whatever it takes to make this right.”

“Will you?” Naivara asked.

“I will,” he said, but she understood that this was no acquiescence: he would give and give and hope it enough to tip the scales back into his idea of normalcy. Into the ugly way things had been before.

“I’m going to take a nice bath,” Naivara said. “When I’m done, I’m going downstairs and spending the night with my father.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Did I say ‘we’?” Naivara asked.

“Naivara…”

“Let’s create a rule for ourselves,” Naivara saidl. “I won’t talk about my time in the forest if you don’t encroach on my privacy. Sound fair?”

“Naivara, we’re a couple. It���s only appropriate we’re seen together.”

“Then we can be seen together tomorrow. Tonight I want to just clean up and go to bed. Give me the key.”

“We have a bed.”

“Atlas,” Naivara said. “I’m sure that if I fooled around with someone in our bed, you wouldn’t be too keen on sharing it with me.”

“It was an honest mistake-”

“You can handle my absence,” Naivara said. “Consider tonight a breather. I’m back. Tomorrow we can pretend to be in love and go out and smile and talk and convince the whole damn town that really, I’m fine. We can tell folks whatever you want. Anything in mind?”

He rubbed at his face.

“I was thinking a cursed necklace,” Atlas said. “Blame it on the jeweler.”

“Is he long gone?”

“Of course. Only came up by request in the first place.”

“Sure,” Naivara said. “Look away.”

For once in his life, Atlas obeyed, tilting his head back to face the ceiling. She settled into the bath.

“What else?” Naivara asked.

“That’s it,” he said. “Haven’t thought of much else.”

“I’ll say that I was locked in a cocoon,” she said, lathering her hair. “I only escaped because the hag wandered too far, and Mahog found me. Fair?”

“Fair.”

“Great,” she said. “You can go. Leave the key on the counter.”

Atlas disliked her tone. The hag had rubbed off on her. He had his hand on the doorknob when he glanced back at her, and saw mottled bruises along the slope of her shoulders.

“Naivara,” he said. “You’re all bruised.”

“That I am, Atlas.”

He opened up a drawer and tugged out an ointment.

“I have something for bruises,” he said. He opened it, and before Naivara could object he was on his knees, applying a waxy ointment to her back. The heat of the bath collected behind her eyes.

“You did that,” she said, her voice unsteady. “When you threw me.”

“I didn’t throw you,” he said.

“You had me over your shoulder,” she said. “And you flung me against the basement floor.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t mean to?” Naivara asked, infuriated with herself for crying. “Stop it. Just fucking go, Atlas.”

“Naivara…”

“Go!” She screamed, and that was enough to drive him away. He dropped the key on the counter and slipped away.

When Naivara was clean and dry, she went to her fathers room. The key irritated her skin, it stung, like the edge of a hot knife. The key fumbled to the floor and she was fully in tears, trying not to scream, when someone crouched down and stuck the key into the lock.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Mason said.

“Nice to see you too,” Naivara said, her words laced with the steadyness of a pot boiling over. “I’m sorry, it really is nice to see you, I just-”

He hugged her. His embrace was unlike any hug she’d had before. He held her like she would slip out of his arms, as if by holding her he held himself together. A sweet, floral scent clung to him. She couldn’t resist breathing it in.

“I’ll leave you be,” he said, releasing her. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

“Thank you,” Naivara said. “I’m so glad too.”

“We should talk,” he said. “Soon.”

“Soon is dangerous,” Naivara said. “How about we settle for eventually?”

“I dislike eventually,” he said. “But I’ll take it.”

“I don’t need to stir the pot anymore than I have,” Naivara said, twisting the doorknob. “Goodnight, Mason.”

“Goodnight,” he said.

The key burned in her palm. Once inside, she tossed it on the counter and collapsed in bed, squeezing into the small spot that her father had created by scooting to the edge of bed. She used his chest as a pillow and shut her eyes.

“You aren’t staying with him,” her father said. “You can’t.”

“I won’t.”

[hopefulstarfire]

Astrarium: The Adventures Between Realms: An In-Depth Look

What is Astrarium: The Adventures Between Realms?

Astrarium is a massive, written work of online fiction created by myself and my boyfriend Jonathan, with the art department fully manned by our best friend Tai (@cowboytai) and edited/possibly narrated by our other best friend Watta (found here at his YouTube channel).

The story follows the adventures of Artemis, or Ari as she's better known, a human girl raised by Dragons. The Dragons of are the deities of the universe, with a select group delegated to the task of Watchers, whom take the role of nurturing, shaping and recording the histories of the Seven Realms found in their universe. Ari, at age 16, is able to begin her training to become a Watcher (and the first ever human Watcher), and takes the four years of her training to explore each and every Realm, making friends and enemies along the way, and discovering more of who she is and who she wants to become.

We're currently looking at publishing it on its own website sometime in 2022. What we're looking at having done before then is the prologue, first five chapters, and the first trips to every Realm. Currently, we have the prologue and chapters 1-3 finished, with chapter 4 in progress along with the first round of trips. The prologue and chapters 1-5 will be posted together on the launch of the website. We will also have a Patreon set up for it, with some varying reward tiers!

What are the Realms?

There are Seven Realms featured in Astrarium, all named after constellations. They are Hydra (The Water Serpent), Auriga (The Charioteer), Ursa (Greater Bear), Cygnus (The Swan), Orion (The Hunter), Lepus (The Hare) and Lyra (The Lyre). Each one also features its own aesthetics, cultures, and even specialized races/species of civilized life.

Hydra takes place in a very water and island based world, with an aesthetic setting of the Age of Exploration/Golden Age of Piracy. There are seven major oceans on this world, and hundreds of islands, both inhabited and uninhabited and many filled to the brims with treasures. There are also large underwater cities that are elegantly built and homes to all sorts of academic pursuits.

Auriga is a world inspired by both the Old West and the Steampunk fashion and aesthetic. They have new inventions coming out every day, fueled not just by steam power but also by magical crystals. And they thrive off of having big communities that all rely on each other.

Ursa is a very natural world filled with gorgeous forests and lovely springs. It's world is heavily inspired by high fantasy, dungeons and dragons, and a certain other old tale that'll be evident in its cast of characters. It is filled with magics of all kinds and magical creatures left and right.

The citizens of Cygnus live on floating islands, all connected to each other by tethers, and the inhabitants fly anywhere they please. The aesthetic is based in 1920s/1930s fashion and glitz and glam, with a little bit of a seedy underbelly lurking in the city...as well as interesting horrors down in the jungles below them.

The Giantesses of Orion have kept to the simpler life, with a definite cottage core aesthetic throughout. They are an agricultural society with many settlements and even still wandering nomadic tribes that all unite for the big Games every year.

Lepus' people have been facing an endless winter for over a thousand years. The people have long forsaken and forgotten about their magic, and have relied heavily on science and technology to help rebuild their lives and try to find a way to combat the winter. It's a very sci-fi setting with some style influence from all over.

Lyra is the land of the dead and the home of an eternal party. With plenty of Halloween based influences, there is never a dull moment for those who find themselves in the built towns, and those who are stuck in the fog wander and sing their songs until they find their way to a new home.

Outside of the Realms, there is Dragons Keep, a large mountain in space that acts as the home to all Dragons. It's caves are vast and plentiful, winding all the way through from the head of the mountain, where the High Council meets, to the very bottom. And even with many areas claimed and made use of in this large mountain, there are always mysteries to be found.

Who are the characters?

Astrarium has one of the largest casts of characters we've worked with, with tons of new friends, rivals, and enemies for Ari to meet. Along with Ari, there is a main character for each Realm, with a cast of supporting characters.

Ari (she/her) acts as the main protagonist, helping guide some of the plot and seeing everything through her eyes. On Hydra, our protagonist is Gibbson "Gibbs" Cayde (he/him); on Auriga, Huxley "Huck" Holiday (he/him); on Ursa, Ronan Löx (he/him); on Cygnus, Clyde (he/him); on Orion, Fauna (she/her); on Lepus, Henrietta "Henri" Franklin (possibly she/they, still figuring it out!) ; and on Lyra, Alexei (he/him). Also on Dragons Keep, we have Aris' family, with her adopted mother/Mama, Arabella, her Uncle Killick, and her cousin, Libelle, who is a main character for Dragons Keep.

I hope to get to share more about our supporting cast with you all soon, as they all have some very interesting stories to get to share!

We also are working on art for the main characters as we speak, but we do have Ari's done and that can be found here!

More About The Team?

We're a group of friends who have all known each other since, for the most part, high school! While I'm someone that kind of wants to keep private lives private, I can say that these are the best group of friends to have and we're honestly like our own little family. We've workshopped other projects with each other since, God, like, my senior year of high school? Just about? It's been an insane ride together. We're also just a big bunch of nerds who are all really chill and fun to be around.

How Long is The Story Going To Be?

Astrarium is looking to be the longest project we'll ever do in terms of story timeline, and page count. As the Dragons are masters of time, Ari has the ability to actually mess with it slightly and create what is essentially a "Save point" for herself to go back to after she leaves a Realm. So say she leaves Hydra on a certain day. She can make that save point, go hang out in the other Realms, and come back and it'll be either that exact save point she left at or a few hours later, give or take (though, there are chances of "hiccups" in this, usually occurring when she leaves from Dragons Keep specifically, as it is considered to be outside of the normal flow of time!).

My goal is kind of a fun one of I want it to be one of the longest word count stories out there. I don't really know why I want it to be, other than I think it'd be really cool if I could beat out that Loud House fanfiction in terms of longest works in literature. That's just a nice little goal.

How Can Readers Support the Series?

Honestly, the best thing I can ask for is just getting this around! If anyone takes an interest in this series, reblogs and likes go a long way and are greatly appreciated. We also love, love, love questions!! It's a great feeling to see people want to know more and some questions can really get our thinking caps on to develop more and more! When the site launches, we will again launch the Patreon right alongside it, so if you want to financially support, there'll be reward tiers ranging from $1 a month and upwards! We may look at a Ko-Fi as well and if it looks like people are really interested in it, we may open a merch store and I do want to start releasing some of it as actual books you can have for your shelves!

Financial support is 100000% optional, though, for when that does happen, and like, everyone's situation is different, we just want to make it an option for our audience. But the best feeling in the world to us is seeing people's interest and them sharing it with their friends!

And if anyone has anymore questions, please please please feel free to ask! We're gonna be working on getting to share more updates here soon!! And thank you all for your time!!

#astrarium #astrarium: the adventures between realms #ocs #my characters #my ocs #original story #original works #original writing #writerblr #writing community #writing #fiction #original fiction

[bittersweet--chaos]

For redacted asks 3, 11, 15! 😊

Hi Aster! Thank you for asking me I love these games

3. Favorite canon couple(s)?

Lovely and Vincent. Not only do they have a shit ton of trauma that mentally fucks them up, but they also get through that shit together and no matter what they stay together. Vincent turning Lovely and saying they have an eternity together was just so cute and I loved it

11. Character(s) you want to know more about?

I wanna know more about Echo and why he’s the way he is bitch I also wanna know more about Vega and why he’s the way he is. (I enjoy looking into crazy peoples minds don’t judge me) Also I wanna know more about Quinn bc….Quinn. They’re so much hype and talk about him and he’s not even here yet! I wanna know all about that mf

15. What character(s) would you want to be friends with?

Asher. I would be best fucking friends with Asher. We’d do dumb shit together. I also feel like I’d be friends with all of the D.A.M.N boys. I’d just chill with Huxley, drive Damien insane (but we’d also do cools shit together) and I’d do my best to help Lasko with anything (along with being anxious with him)

#I love these they’re so fun #gimme more of them #leto_talks #redacted asmr #redacted ask game

[autisticempathydaemon]

(I’m not sure if this sent the first time or not, so I’m sending it again jus to be safe lol)

• What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths; can’t even pick a lyric because I adore the whole song too much. It all resonates with me (and it’s extremely catchy).

• What is your Enneagram type?

6w5. INFJ-T for Myer Briggs.

• Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I’m most productive when I put them on for background noise while I complete tasks, but I often don’t even remember what the video is on because I accidentally tune it out lol.

• Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

Never had one. I loved making storylines with plot in my head instead of a singular imaginary friend.

• What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

In clothes twice my size with hot herbal tea, reading/drawing until my eyes get tired.

• If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

Am I allowed to say that I wouldn’t? I often poke fun of my name for its uniqueness, but I’ve fought hard to reclaim it as my own after hearing it he used in such a negative light growing up. I also just like that I’m named after a mountain :)

• What is your favorite of Redacted's audios, and why?

Imperium storyline. I love the complexity and depth of it all, and hearing beloved characters have to navigate such a awful world such as the Imperiums is fascinating to me. And the sound design FUCKS it’s insane.

• What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don't get the hype for.

Vincent. I appreciate the purpose that his character serves, and I genuinely love all of the characters, don’t get me wrong, but he just doesn’t do it for me like how he does for others. I’ve been enjoying seeing his character w/ this summit stuff, however! Maybe I was just getting bored of him?

• Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

Twilight series. It’s so stupid and awful and perfect in all the right and wrong ways. It makes me laugh, and I love poking fun of it.

• Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Huxley. I know in my heart of hearts that we’d bond over so many things. I wanna pick at his brain fr

• Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you're tired, and if so, what is it?

Childhood memories/stories. I guess it doesn’t feel all too easy to share them when I’m in my right mind, but when I get sleepy, it feels nice peel back the curtain for a while.

• Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Uh uhhh uhhh uhmmm something sweet with a vitamin water?

• Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

Assuming you mean music, my favorite atm is one I made for a redacted OC of mine. He is lovely and I’ve been trying to discover more music that matches his taste.

• What's your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Audio roleplay channels all the way. I love creating characters and putting my imagination to use.

• And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

Lover of all things nature and stars. Graduated w/ my masters in Alternative Medicine & Holistic Healing. I feel a deep personal/spiritual connection with water, and I’ve been told that I don’t play very well with others. I don’t have much to say with my spoken words, yet reading and writing are beloved hobbies of mine :)

This took me a second- not because it’s not obvious but because this is a boy I don’t think about often, I’ll be real with you. Then I checked the March Redactedness brackets, and I knew- it’s gotta be you and Camelopardalis.

It’s such a definite match; like, everything about you would work so well with him. Your personality types reveal a positive, thoughtful, compassionate person, as does your work in Holistic medicine, and that’s exactly the type of personality that would sit well next to a Serenity daemon. That’s not even mentioning the love of water, nature, reading, and tea which also just strike me as very Cam things to love; like, you would love so many of the same things and share so many hobbies.

I bet you’d have a great house together with either a bursting, varied tea cupboard or a drawer stocked full of the specific kind you two like. You’d have so many books and shelves, and I like to imagine Cam reading some of them to you. That’d be such a treat for him. Outside the home, y’all would go out in nature loads- maybe hiking or just peaceful walks? They’d be so serene and sweet, the two of you holding hands and picking flowers, Cam helping you keep your footing.

Song:

You've been hiding in plain sight, and it appeared, oh I know/ Loving you once only feels wrong, I need you/ I always knew I'd find you, to be here is worth the wait to/ I'm not lying when I say, "I've been stuck by the glue onto you"

Admittedly, I picked the song by vibes. The lyrics are cute, of course, and I always make sure to choose love songs, but the lyrics weren’t as important as the feel. I wanted a song that would be perfect for a little afternoon stroll with your beloved, not too slow or fast, not sad but sweet and light and a little bouncy.

Runner-Ups:

Other attributes of your personality type suggested you to be cautious, loyal, and ambitious which is why I’m giving you James as a runner-up. I almost imagine him exclusively a coffee drinker, so pairing him with a tea person is fun and a little silly. The way you say you’ve been told you don’t play well with others was also fun and gave me Smartass-vibes which led me to give you Aaron as your second runner-up, in addition to the fact he could really use a partner to get him out in nature.

note: thank you for waiting and sending in an entry 💜

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[femalechibiblogger]

Kindergarten Fanfiction

Teddy Bear by Genie_of_the_Fourth_Wall

He was broken, torn apart, and sewn back together again. It was a lot, for a kid who hadn’t even had the chance to learn how to read yet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20473889

Thump by FriendlyPoltergeist

Carla is the only person left in the gym. (From Carla’s pov at the end of Cains Not Able)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25271854

Blue Flames by miracle_kitten

“Applesoft produces the same chemical that- that he was using you to make. What’s worse is kids have been going missing- and their parents are getting paid off to keep their mouths shut.” Billy barely hears her words, because from the first sentence his heart has started pounding and his breath has caught in his throat.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24934777

Felix’s Aftermath by miracle_kitten

He’s pushed away any attempts by anyone to get close to him, shut off himself from regular human empathy. Everyone hates him. And he used to be happy with that, because all that mattered was Applesoft.

But there is no Applesoft anymore.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24934942

Bedtime by Genie_of_the_Fourth_Wall

Having your best friend/brother go missing was a really terrible experience. Being kidnapped and experimented on was even worse. At least they had something to look forward to at the end of the week.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24159754/chapters/58178878

The Hum of Fluorescent Lights by AshleyTehGhost

He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't deserve this. He didn't want to be here.

He just wanted his sister back.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23950090

let's play detective! secret mirror tell me where (where half of my heart lies) by PlunnyBait13

Her tattoo is of a card drawn with a nugget on it.

His tattoo was of a frog in a detective's uniform.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22816969

Loves Me, Loves Me Not by Genie_of_the_Fourth_Wall

Cindy liked to think of herself as a beautiful, blooming flower, but she still had a long way to grow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20745629/chapters/49291457

wilting away by GamerWires627

It's been years since kindergarten. So much has happened. Some good. Mostly bad. Since when was Kid such a toxic person?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22312093

ending of the loop by GamerWires627

Not everyone comes out of trauma quieter and nicer. Kid's living proof.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22312282

To Admit You Have a Problem by RandomGuygoesviral

It's hard to admit that something is wrong, no matter how much you want to. Sometimes you don't want to, but you have to. That's hard, too.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22256194

The tale of two lovers by Justcallmeraina

Felix makes a big decision in his relationship with Cindy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21948502/chapters/52380352

First You Dream, Then You Die by InkyNuggets

The beginning of the tale of two sweet children, living their best lives.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21613597

she thinks by ryukogo (classycloudcuckoolanderclasso)

Madison thinks about life before the cage.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21495604

In Any Case by RandomGuygoesviral

Felix Huxley did not deserve a brother who cared about him like Teddy did. He never figured he would regret the things he'd done to hurt his twin. Not ever.

Things change, in any case.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21493432

A date for a bomb by thatonefandomjumper

In the mission "Things that go boom" Monty asks Carla to go on a date with him in exchange for deactivating the listening device on the old principles booms. She reluctantly agrees, but is definitely not looking forward to it. Monty, on the other hand is going to make sure he wins her heart.

Together they're going to be a force to be reckoned with. He'll make sure of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21356584

Bad thoughts by BiggestPranksterGangsterOfAllTime

Chapter warnings: blood, gore, child abuse, child neglect, going insane(?)

Ted gets punished.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21350116

Pretend by Genie_of_the_Fourth_Wall

Lily feels different. At least some things never change.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20769260

their tree by ryukogo (classycloudcuckoolanderclasso)

They’re under the tree again.

Their tree, he’d like to say, because it’s their own secret spot within the Huxley estate, their little getaway from the world around them because god, the world was exhausting - with its cruelty and harshness and coldness.

And he hated that. He really did. The world was terrible.

But with her, he could leave that all behind, even for just a few moments.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20580629

little talks by ryukogo (classycloudcuckoolanderclasso)

“... Maybe. We should go out.”

“... Go out?”

“On a date… you know.”

His mouth curls into a soft, tender smile - one that makes her insides twist slightly, in a good way.

“... A date, huh?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20580104

teenage dream by soudont

Cindy did this to him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20359186

Reset and Retry by Abandoned_Artist

Ozzy's opinion of these new kids was horrible already. They made his friends relocate schools, and they all seem to have a talent for ruining his day more often than not. So, it really shouldn't have surprised him when he got killed by one of them. What he didn't expect, however, was when he woke up back in his bed on the same Tuesday morning he died on.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20269876

We Have the Technology by BurningFox6

The Principal had said she could be rebuilt – there just wasn’t much chance of that happening with her out of the picture. Thankfully, there may still be someone who can fix her broken body… and fix her broken heart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20085595

#kindergarten #kindergarden 2 #video games #protagonist #lily #billy #nugget #carla #monty #fanfiction