#oh no Gibbys talking about their interest again

[quinton-reviews]

Hi Quinton!! I have been a HUGE fan of your stuff since a friend sent me the Tobuscus Fallen Titans (I used to watch him back in high school and was like "huh, wonder what happened to him after those allegations") and I gotta say, it is REALLY FUNNY every time my fiancé and I watch the iCarly videos again, because when you cover Gibby's stunt double breaking his ribs, you cut to a clip of The Official Podcast. I used to play D&D with one of the main dudes from the podcast, so when he talks during that clip I do a goddamn double take literally every time.

Anyways, I remember an original Patreon stretch goal being a Fallen Titans on Homestuck! I was really big into Homestuck in my early 20s, and was wondering if that's still on the table at some point? If not that's fine, I understand plans change! I just love Fallen Titans lol, the Fred episode and the Neil Cicierega unFallen Titans are some of my favorite videos of yours!

That's a real funny story!

So here's the rundown on the Homestuck video. When I first started making long videos, they were actually inspired by the relationship I had with other YouTubers at the time. I used to watch, like, H3H3 and Filthy Frank, etc; and I'd always see people obsessed with the versions of creators from the past. Like, "Oh 2015 H3 was the best" and "Oh 2012 Frank was peak." So I had this idea that it would be crazy if H3 posted, like, a video he spent a decade on and you got a new video with 2015 H3 10 years on. (I don't watch H3 anymore ironically)

So the original idea for the "long video" format was that it would be cool if, throughout a long, analysis/review/recap video, you kept noticing someone get older. Maybe my months, maybe by years. That's why I always like to get a haircut when I start one of these videos. If you scrub through and you see my hair get longer and messier as it goes on I think that adds something magical you can't fake.

So... My pitch to the Homestuck video was that it would be funny to work on it just once per year. To record one segment, say "That's it for 12 months", and then come back around to it. And when I was making the iCarly and Victorious videos I actually recorded a few minutes of the video! I think it was two segments in total. But then I had a bunch of personal stuff happen and my work drive has been much lower, so any "back burner" video hasn't gotten much attention since then.

Now that the iCarly mini-series is done with, I want to focus on some short one-off videos I can make before April. But once that's done with, I would REALLY love to start work on a few more long-term projects which will take months or years to finish. I think returning to work on the Homestuck video, to at least get the first 20-30 minutes done, would be a great idea this summer.

Now, if you want to know my pitch for that video, here it is. The video is not a recap of the creative history of the franchise. I do not get into drama, community hell, lawsuits, or other YouTubers. My idea is this: you always hear about Homestuck as an outsider but you never hear about the actual content. Most franchises on Earth I know something about, even and especially if I've never been interested in them. I can tell you a bunch of facts about wrestling and MLP and the Fast and the Furious simply through cultural osmosis and having friends who are into those things.

I can't tell you the plot of Homestuck, who the characters are, what the themes are, nothing. I've known a lot of people who were into Homestuck but nothing about the series!

So I thought it would thus be funny to make a video about a bunch of people who know nothing about the series starting from the beginning and giving their reactions, even if it's been years since it all started. I call this part of the video the "Homestuck Book Club." So the next step is me picking out the members (who all have to have no history with it) and making sort of a podcast setup. We'd then read and record every six months or so, IDK.

This is why the video has been stuck in production hell! Everyone who wants to work on it and messages me about it already knows the franchise. I don't want spoilers, I don't want people writing for the video who get it already. I want to capture the "what the fuck is this" energy of three dudes just getting in the middle of it.

Also, I think that I really like the theme of the video capturing our lives as they go by, capturing us aging and changing. If you came back from the future and told me this video comes out in five years, I'd say great. If you told me it comes out in ten years, I'd say awesome. Until then, the latest edit will always be on Patreon, even if you have to dig a little.

#homestuck #quinton reviews #long videos

[babytsum]

close - s. kiyoomi

it’s springtime when kiyoomi falls in love for the first time. 

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

it’s springtime when kiyoomi falls in love for the first time.

flowers bloom, rain flows in the streets, the sun comes out when it wants to and he sees a glowing face that’s almost angelic, he thinks, needing no help from the sun. the first time.

but it’s cliche. love at first sight isn’t real, he knows that. but what he does know is that his heart may have skipped a beat and his breathing did hitch a little bit and that he can still remember that face despite the fact he only saw it for a second in the winter.

and throughout that winter, he sees you over and over again. actively participating in class, talking to komori, working alone in the hallways, occasionally visiting the gym to drop off some forms to the team manager. it only reinforces the image of you in his mind and it's hard to get it out.

he sees you again sitting in the pouring rain, a cheesy hello kitty umbrella in hand, hood pulled over your head, your face still slightly visible from his angle.

"you're sakusa, right?"

"yes?" he mutters, dark eyebrows pulled together.

you start talking, but you don’t stop. and he silently hangs onto every word, sparing you a glance every once in a while. you start to feel guilty, spilling every detail about missing your supposed ride and your very strenuous day.

“you talk a lot.”

his response does not help at all. “i’m sorry,” you pull your hoodie over your face in embarrassment, “thanks for listening, though.”

“no problem.” he replies, absolutely no sign of emotion in his voice.

but under the mask, he smiles. and he doesn’t stop.

it’s sunny the next day and sakusa sees you at the same place at the same time. your skin glows under the rays of sun that adorn your face and pink flower petals are stuck in your hair, but it fits you. this time, you’re silent, only greeting him once and he’s confused. did you not want to talk to him about your day? there had to be some reason you were stuck doing something after school again.

"you seem quiet today." he comments. his gaze was piercing, though, it only lasted a few seconds before he immediately looked the other direction. he was feeling- what did komori call it again? gibby? gitty?

giddy.

he was feeling giddy and he didn't know what to do about it. and it was all because of you, a pretty thing who liked to talk to people you barely knew. it was easy for you to get comfortable, something that sakusa lacked. the energy wasn't exactly reciprocated, but he was in awe of how someone can open up so easily like you did, even to someone as seemingly emotionless and disinterested as him.

so why weren't you doing it now?

"yeah." you avoided eye contact, playing with your thumbs, "just don't feel like talking right now." but you always felt like talking. you were vocal during class and lunch, about anything and everything. he was confused to say the least.

"how was your day?" he asked, your head tilting in confusion. so he was interested in your day now?

"it was okay. i had to help revise some essays after school and mr. sato thinks i'm pretty good at it." you ramble on, again, about anything and everything. about the most common mistakes, the most basic structures, the usual feedback you give. he adds a few comments here and there, but your hand is on the wheel and it's the most calming thing that he listens to despite how established and bold you sound.

"what about you, sakusa?" you ask this time, making sure to give him enough space, both physically and emotionally. yes, you were outgoing, but you would hate to overstep. it didn't take a genius to figure out why he wears a mask, why his hands often looked dry, why he did everything to avoid a crowd. you would hate to make him feel dirty and he takes note of this, appreciating it internally as the interaction ensues.

"i got invited to a youth training camp for japan." he simply states, a hint of pride in his voice.

"whaaaat?" your eyes sparkle and you're already stumbling on your own words. questions sprout in your mind, but they never quite make it out of your mouth. it's funny, he thinks. it's cute.

sure, you've been dragged to a volleyball game only once or twice, but it had to be something of significance if there was a small amount of emotion in his voice. from what you've heard, sakusa was talented, hardworking, gifted, passionate. but while waiting for a train? he seemed calm, even disinterested if you weren't paying attention, keeping a distance. you can't blame him, that's just who he is and you accept it easily.

"you must be quite the spiker," your raise your eyebrows, "but it's a shame that our school colors are kind of ugly." you laugh while he gives you a baffled look, "what do you mean?"

"you heard me." a grin is planted on your face, waiting for some sort of reaction, but instead sakusa looks down at his bright greenish yellow uniform, "oh come on, sakusa!"

"what?" he's genuinely puzzled, but you give in.

"i admire our student athletes, alright. some of you are annoying, but that's besides the point," you pause, pursing your lips together, "but all of you come out of practice looking like highlighters. you're practically glowing, not in the good way,  and the sun is out!" you bite your lip, trying not to laugh at his piss colored uniform.

"i see your point," he thinks for a moment, "so what should be our school colors, then?"

"i think a plain black would fit you. maybe a dark blue? those would fit well with your masks, i think. plus, you would look really h-" you stop yourself, cheeks heating up.

"really, what?" sakusa scoots an inch closer. he has an idea of what that next word is, but your confidence is making him ease into the cockier side of him. he's smirking under his mask and you can't even tell.

"horn- no, uh- healthy?"

"healthy?"

"i forgot what i was going to say." you give him a smile as your train arrives, "see you tomorrow? i'm editing essays again."

"see you tomorrow." he waves.

he doesn't know what it is, he doesn't even know you that well. but there's a slight tug in his heart when he watches you board the train. he knows he'll see you tomorrow. he knows that you'll talk to him again. but it feels so far away.

he thinks that maybe, he'll get closer. because you made it so easy for him.

#sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi scenarios #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x y/n #kiyoomi sakusa imagine #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fic #sakusa kiyoomi scenario #🍓.writes

[xxgoldiexx]

Ok, so, I wanted to make a post about Apex real quick, because there are a few things that bother me about it.

1. The "head case" thing

Now idk how the team have managed to make this mistake twice but like, can they stop? It got backlash when Bangalore first said it, why did they think it was ok to try that shit again? With Mirage of all people! Like, from the way Wraith and him interact, it seems like they're friends so why is ok to just say that shit???

2. The slur

So, I know they said they ran it by the team, but like, did they though? And even still, it caused a lot of uproar and yet it's still in the game. As soon as it started to get heat, they should've put it on their priority to remove it asap, because now that people know that it is a slur, it makes it uncomfortable to play. And like, I get Caustic is supposed to be a bad person but like, come on.

3. Bloodhound and Loba

So, this might be a small thing that just bothers me, but like, the fact that through season five we were told that these two were close and that's the reason why Loba misgenders them, and then gave no evidence to actually show they were ever close just really bothers me. Like all it would've taken to fix this small error would be a voiceline between the two, perhaps talking about their families?? Or something?? Like, I don't think under any circumstances it's ok to misgender someone. As a trans person, I wouldn't let my best mate who I've know from the first day of school use my old pronouns. So I don't get why they couldn't fix the "boys and girls" line to something like "Shops open boys and girls, oh, and you too Bloodhound, we orphans must stick together." For when they are on the team?

4. The whitewashing.

God don't even get me started on this one. So, I think as a community, we can agree there is a whitewashing problem, amongst other things. That issue isn't helped by the fact that the Devs are also now ok with it I guess, because clearly whoever did those sprays has been living under a rock for the past year or so. Would it really hurt the team, just every now and then to dip into the community, either on here, or Twitter or something, just to get a general idea of what people liked about the updates, and what's causing an issue?

5. LGBT+

Ok so this isn't really an issue I just want a pride event or something. The idea I had was either give those who are confirmed LGBT+ an epic skin with their pride flag colours, so Gibby would have a rainbow themed skin, Loba would have a purple, pink and blue themed skin, and Bloodhound would have a yellow, white, black and purple themed skin. If they didn't want to do this, maybe make some gun charms with pride flags so the player can have their pride flags on their guns. Just something small you know? Or maybe a voiceline between the confirmed characters about pride.

6. Tom Casiello

I'm gonna be honest, him brushing off Mirage with the stupid joke kinda annoyed me. Like, I get he isn't confirmed to be bi or gay or anything yet, but he has been confirmed that he isn't straight. He's questioning, and I think that's really cool and interesting to have someone his age questioning his sexuality. We're so often told that we have to figure these things out from an early age to have any validation, which is bullshit. If it takes us time to realise it then those people shouldn't be locked out of the community because they didn't realize it sooner, but that's a discussion for another day. Tbh I'm just sort of loosing it with Tom, he keeps saying things that make me think are y'all even trying at this point?

Ok that's it for now. Sorry for the long rant. I did consider actually messaging Tom on twitter about all this but I don't think he'd reply. Thanks for reading though. Maybe if enough people bother the writing team about this they'd actually change some stuff.

#apex legends

[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 29

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 29 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 29/? SUMMARY:  The Doctor’s death is looming on the horizon and Elise is growing every  day. What the Doctor doesn’t know is that he has 200 years to teach Elise all he knows. Amy, Rory, and River let Elise in on their secret,  because River knows she will keep it. What will Elise do when he’s gone?

Amy, Rory, the Doctor, and Elise stepped out of the TARDIS into what looked to be a hotel.

“Let's go to Ravan-Skala, he says. The people are six hundred feet tall. You have to talk to them in hot air balloons and the Tourist Information Center is made of one of their hats, he says. I'm sorry, but I don't see any huge hats,” Amy told him.

“Amy, Beaky, this could be the most exciting thing I have ever seen.”

“You're kidding,” Rory said as the Doctor ran up the staircase.

“How can you be excited about a rubbish hotel on a rubbish bit of Earth?” Amy asked.

“Because, assembled Ponds and Elise, this is not Earth. This has just been made to look like Earth. The craftsmanship involved. Can you imagine?”

Elise loved her father, but she had to admit he had some weird interests.

They made their way back to the reception area where the TARDIS parked.

“What? Then where are we?” Amy asked.

“I don't know,” the Doctor said, “Something must have yanked us off course. Look at the detail on that cheese plant!” He walked over to the plant and sniffed the leaf.

“Right, but who would mock up an Earth hotel?” Rory asked.

The Doctor picked an apple from a bowl sitting on a table and tossed it in the air. “Colonists maybe, recreating a bit of home, like when ex-pats open English pubs in Majorca.” The Doctor took a bite of the apple.

“Thought you didn’t like apples?” Elise asked him, a smirk on her face.

“Oi. Hush you! Whoever did this, I am shaking his/her hand/tentacle.”

Rory walked over to a wall of pictures. “Have you seen these? Look at the labels underneath. Commander Halke, defeat. Tim Heath, having his photo taken. Lady Silver-Tear, Daleks.”

Amy joined him. “Bruce Barnes, other people's socks. Tim Nelson, balloons. Novice Prin, sabrewolves. Royston Luke Gold, Plymouth? Lucy Hayward, that brutal gorilla. Doctor, what does it mean?”

“I don't know. Let's find out.” He rang the bell on the desk and three people appeared.

One was a woman holding a chair leg, another was a man holding a lamp, and the third was some type of alien holding a white flag.

“Blimey, that was a bit quick,” the Doctor said.

“We surrender!” the alien said.

“No, it's okay, we're not…” Rory told him.

“We surrender!”

“We're nice.”

“She's threatening me with a chair leg!” the Doctor said, pointing at the woman in scrubs.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Oh god, we're back in reception,” the man said.

“We surrender!” the alien repeated.

“I've never been threatened with a chair leg before. No, hang on, I tell a lie,” the Doctor told them.

“Did you just say, it's okay, we're nice?” Amy asked Rory.

“Okay, I need everyone to shut up, now,” the woman said.

“Rita, be careful, yeah?” the man said.

“Their pupils are dilated. They're as surprised as we are. Besides which, if it's a trick, it'll tell us something,” Rita rattled off.

The Doctor smiled. “Oh, you're good. Oh, she's good. Amy, with regret, you're fired.”

“What?” Amy snapped.

“I'm kidding.” He turned to Rita and made a telephone gesture, mouthing, “We'll talk.” The Doctor turned to the alien. “I take it from the pathological compulsion to surrender, you're from Tivoli.”

“Yes. The most invaded planet in the galaxy. Our anthem is called Glory To Insert Name Here. I’m Gibbis, by the way.”

“You with the face, Howie, you said you were surprised to be back in reception.”

“The walls move. Everything changes,” Howie explained.

“You, clever one. What's he talking about?”

“The corridors twist and stretch. Rooms vanish and pop up somewhere else. It's like the hotel's alive,” Rita told him.

The Doctor walked over to the radio and turned the music off. “That's quite enough of that.”

“Yeah, and it's huge, with, like, no way out,” Howie said.

“Have you tried the front door?” Rory asked.

“No. In two days it never occurred to us to try the front door. Thank God you're here,” Rita deadpanned, causing Amy to laugh.

The Doctor soniced the doors before opening them. “They're not doors, they're walls. Walls that look like doors. Door-walls, if you like, or dwalls. Woors even, though you'd probably got it when you said they're not doors. I mean, the windows are…” He pulled back the curtain to reveal more bricks. “Right, big day if you're a fan of walls.”

“It's not just that. The rooms have…things in them,” Rita said.

“Things? Hello! What kind of things?” the Doctor asked, “Interesting things? I love things, ask anyone.”

“Bad dreams.”

“Well, that killed the mood. How did you get here?”

“I don't know. I'd just started my shift. I must have passed out, because suddenly I was here.”

“I was blogging. Next thing, this,” Howie said.

“Oh, I was at work. I'm in Town Planning. We're lining all the highways with trees so invading forces can march in the shade,” Gibbis explained, “Which is nice for them.”

“So, what have we got? People snatched from their lives and dropped into an endless, shifting maze that looks like a 1980s hotel with bad dreams in the bedrooms.” The Doctor took a Rubik’s cube from his pocket and tossed it. “Well, apart from anything else, that's just rude.”

They made their back down to the first floor landing.

“We'll pop back to the TARDIS, I'll do a planet-wide diagnostic sweep, and then we'll have a sing song,” the Doctor told them.

They stopped when they realized the TARDIS was gone.

“Where's the TARDIS? You parked it there, didn't you?” Amy asked.

“What's a TARDIS?” Howie asked.

“Our way out. And it's gone,” Rory said.

Elise opened her mouth to say something, but the Doctor hushed her again.

Suddenly, the radio started up again.

“Okay, this is bad. At the moment, I don't know how bad, but certainly we're three buses, a long walk and eight quid in a taxi from good,” the Doctor said pacing, “Are there any more of you?”

“Joe. But he's tied up right now,” Rita said.

“Doing what?”

“No, I mean he's tied up right now.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Rita, Gibbs, and Howie led them to the restaurant.

The man in question, Joe, was tied to a chair. The room was filled with dummies that stopped laughing as soon as they entered the room. Their heads turned towards the group and Elise grabbed onto to Rory’s arm.

“It’s okay,” he told her.

The Doctor walked up to Joe. “Hello. I'm the Doctor.”

“We're going to die here.”

“Well, they certainly didn't mention that in the brochure. Is Joe there? Can I have a quick word?” The Doctor grabbed an empty chair and sat down in it at Joe’s table.

“Oh, it's still me, Doctor, but I've seen the light. I lived a blasphemous life, but he has forgiven my inconstancy, and soon he shall feast.”

“Well, you've been here two days. What's he waiting for?”

“We weren't ready. We were still raw.”

“But now you're what? Cooked?”

“If you like. Soon you will be, too. Be patient. First, find your room.”

“My room.”

“There's a room here for everyone, Doctor. Even you.”

“You said you'd seen the light now.”

“Nothing else matters anymore. Only him. It's like these things. I used to hate them. They make me laugh now.” Joe started laughing. “Gottle o' geer. Gottle o' geer!”

The dummies joined Joe in laughing.

“You should go. He'll be here soon,” Joe told him.

“I think you should come with me.” He grabbed a luggage trolley and used it to wheel Joe back to the reception area. “Why you four? That's what I don't understand. Aside from all the other things I don't understand,” the Doctor said. He turned off the radio again.

“What does it matter? Sooner or later, someone will come along and rescue us. Or enslave us,” Gibbis said.

Elise thought the alien was rather pathetic. Living your life in constant fear? No thanks, she’d already done that in her first few years of life.

“First, we find the TARDIS. Quick thing before we go. If you feel drawn to a particular room, do not go in, and make sure someone else can see you at all times,” the Doctor told them.

“Joe said, he will feast. Is there something here with us?” Rita asked.

Joe started laughing again.

“Something to add, Joe?” the Doctor asked him.

“Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper to chop off your head. Chop, chop, chop, chop.”

“Can we do something about him?” Howie asked.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Soon, they were wandering around the hotel.

Gibbis was wheeling Joe, who had his mouth taped shut. “Personally, I think you've got the right idea. Times like this, I think of my old school motto. Resistance Is Exhausting,” Gibbis said.

A man in his underwear with a whistle around his neck stepped out of room 158.

“Hello,” the Doctor said.

“Have you forgotten your PE kit again? Right, that's it, you're doing it in your pants!” the teacher yelled and then went back inside the room.

Behind them, Howie was staring at a door.

“Hey! Don't!” the Doctor yelled, but it was too late.

Howie opened the door to reveal several girls.

“Oh, look, girls, it's H-H-H-Howie!” the blonde said.

“What's loser in K-K-K-Klingon?” a brunette asked.

“Shut the-the-the d-d-d-the door!” Howie stuttered.

The Doctor closed the door as Howie looked embarrassed.

“This is just some m-m-messed up CIA stuff. I'm…I'm…I'm telling you.”

The Doctor put an arm around his shoulder. “You're right. Keep telling yourself that. It's a CIA thing, nothing more.” They ventured up the staircase to the next floor.

Amy knelt down and picked up a couple of pieces of paper. “Look.”

There was a loud roaring noise.

“Okay, whatever that is, it's not real, yeah?” Amy asked.

“No. No, I'm sure it isn't, but just in case, let's run away and hide anyway. In here,” the Doctor said.

Gibbis, Amy, Elise, Howie and the Doctor ducked into one of the rooms.

“Where’s Rory?” Elise asked.

The Doctor ran out of the room. “Rory, come on!”

“There was a…”

“Come on!”

Elise turned around and gasped.

There were Weeping Angels.

Elise backed away from them, not blinking, until she bumped into her father. Their last encounter had been less than pleasant. At least River at had been there.

“Don't blink,” Amy said.

“What?” Howie asked.

The lights flickered and the angels moved closer.

Elise whimpered. The Doctor could feel her shaking as she tried to press herself closer to him.

“Amy, get back!” the Doctor said, grabbing them.

The lights kept flickering, but the angels didn’t move.

“Why haven't they got us yet?” the Doctor asked. He stepped out behind Elise and walked towards them. He reached out, but his hand went through the angel.

“Amy, Elise, they're not real,” he said.

“What?” Amy asked.

“They should have got us by now. Amy, look at me. Focus on me. It's your bad dream, that's all.”

“I don't even think they're for us,” Rory said.

They all looked and saw Gibbis hiding in the wardrobe as something stomped slowly down the hallway.

The Doctor walked towards the door.

“Doctor, what are you doing?” Amy asked.

“I'm sorry, I just have to see what it is. I just have to see.” He looked through the peep hole. “Oh, look at you. Oh, you are beautiful. Oh, dear. I think it's going after Joe.” The Doctor opened the door and went out into the hallway. “Leave him alone!” He took off running.

Elise started to go after him, but Rory grabbed her. “I have to help him!” she told him.

“We can’t afford to get separated in this place.”

“But…”

“The Doctor will be fine. Just like he always is.”

Rory and older Amy’s words echoed in her head.

The Doctor and his ever faithful daughter.

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor imagines #eleventh doctor fanfiction #doctor who #Doctor Who fanfiction #doctor who imagine #amy pond #amy pond imagine #Rory Williams #rory williams imagine #the littlest timelord #the littlest timelord: the death of the doctor

[sparrowwritings]

Writing Challenge Day 1: Story

Masterpost -- Day 2 “Dad, I want a story.” Victoria huffed as her father settled the comforter around her. He chuckled and patted her head. “First you were thirsty, then you ran off when I asked you to change into your bedclothes, then you went and hid so that it’d take me a while to find you...and now you’re pushing back your bedtime even further by asking for a story? You’re really pushing your luck today, Vic.” She crossed her arms and huffed again, making sure to blow hair out of her face dramatically as she did so. "Just one, okay?” Vic looked back up at her father and gave her saddest, most pleading expression that she knew how to make. “Please dad?”

He gave a sigh and settled himself a bit better on the bed. “Do you have any requests?” Eyes sparkling, Vic sat up straighter. “Something you haven’t told me before!” “With lots of fighting!” Another voice chimed in. The two of them turned to face the doorway. Gibby stood there, blocking a little bit of the light with his scrawny body. His light brown hair was spiked in odd directions, presumably from the short amount of time he’d spent in bed.  He was wearing loose pajamas with little flames stitched on them. He grinned sheepishly at the attention. “You were taking too long, so I came to see what was going on. I want to listen too!”  Their dad turned his gaze from son to daughter. A dark eyebrow rose in a silent question. Victoria gave a deep sigh and flipped some of her cover over. “Well come on, we’re wasting time here.” Before she’d even finished her sentence, the boy had already scrambled on the bed and under the comforter. Once the children had settled down again, their father stroked his chin thoughtfully. “A story you haven’t heard before, and one with a lot of fighting...ah, I know. Once upon a time, there was a loyal knight--” “Daaaad!” Vic groaned. “All your stories have knights in them!” “Yeah, do something different!” Gibby chimed in.  "But what if the story really does have a loyal knight in it?” He pointed out with a chuckle. He was given a pouty glare from his daughter for his trouble. “Alright, alright, no knights. Is it alright if our main character starts out as one and then isn’t a knight after a little bit?” The children looked at each other with similar quizzical expressions and turned to their dad still wearing them. “This is a true story, and it involves a knight becoming the leader of an order.” He explained. Now this held the children’s attention. They’d heard plenty of their father’s made up tales before. True stories were rare and precious gems. Gibby’s hand found Vic’s without either of them looking away from their father. “I’ll take that to mean that you definitely want to hear it.” He laughed a little before settling into the cadence he used to tell stories. “There once was a loyal knight named Elyan. He was well trained for fighting, but he’d only been assigned to small jobs due to his age and inexperience.  “This all changed when the Mage Wars broke out,” The soft, lulling voice took on a deeper, more serious tone. The children squeezed each other’s hands at the shift. “While the bulk of the fighting indeed involved magic, there was a large part of it than involved physical attacks. Back then, mages were separated into clans instead of schools. Each one had a signature magical specialty instead of allowing their children to learn more than one kind of magic. These families also had the influence and money to hire fighters of their own to try to get rid of rival families. And soon enough, the families would target more than just their own rivals. “So when the Wars branched out from just mage against mage and were starting to affect whole kingdoms, Elyan was one of the first to volunteer to defend against this threat. It wasn’t easy. Not only did he have to face ruthless invaders...” He paused to glance over at his children. They were still fully directing their attention at him. “Elyan had to face against his own friends. Even his brother had decided that money was much more important than loyalty. He was in a losing battle, not knowing who to trust or who he was fighting against. “And then he met an Elven warrior named Pellinore.” Gibby tilted his head. Vic blinked, then furrowed her brow.  “Are you sure this is a real story? Pellinore doesn’t sound like an elf name.” Skepticism dripped from every word from Victoria’s mouth.  “Oh it’s real.” Her dad put a hand on his chest. “It happened about a hundred years ago, but I promise it’s real.” She continued to squint at him until he continued. “Pellinore was a fierce fighter. Hardly anyone could match his speed and accuracy. Elves rarely fought outside of their own forests, even a hundred years ago, but it was as if Pellinore had been born on a human battlefield. He and Elyan quickly became friends and together they defended the innocent civilians from the fighting. “What happened after isn’t all that interesting. There were some battles that the two ended up fighting in, but most of the Mage Wars were fought between individuals, and far away from the physical fighting. Soon enough, the major players in the Wars were destroyed by the magic they had so casually used to attack with. While the Council of Kings were busy putting together the measures to make sure that the Mage Wars would never happen again, they rewarded people such as Elyan and Pellinore with titles and a promise of lands. It was the first time in recorded history that an elf had ever been awarded a title.  “What kinda title did he get?” Gibby piped up.  “What kinda title did Elyan get too?” Vic joined in. “They both became Lords if I remember right.” Their father scratched at the side of his face. “Anyway, after they went to see the Council of Kings, Pellinore and Elyan sat down together and came up with a plan. See, they also didn’t want for there to be a huge war again, but they didn’t think that the Kingdoms were doing enough to keep it from happening again. Pellinore thought that a group should look after the mages and make absolutely sure that magic wouldn’t be used to hurt innocent people again. Elyan believed that there should be a group that would defend more than just their home kingdom from all sorts of danger. “From that talk came the formation of two of the biggest, still running neutral forces that the world has seen. Pellinore founded the Defenders of the Wall, a group that actively would fight the abuse of magic. Elyan made the Wandering Knights, a group of trained fighters who swore to protect the innocent from all dangers.” He grinned. “Which you know about, since I was a Wandering Knight myself.”  At the sudden silence, he looked back over at his children. At some point during his history lesson, the two had fallen asleep. This was hardly a surprise. Gibby and Vic were still holding hands, which was something of a shock. With a smile, he got up and readjusted the comforter to cover them. He then carefully made his way to the door, making sure that it opened enough to let the light in before he left.

#writing challenge #day 1 #sparrow writing #original fiction #prompt: story #carégarn #writing challenge 2018 #mostly this was an excuse to write out a bit of history for my fantasy world #as well as have cute interactions between a certain dad and his kids #one down thirty to go #next prompt: travel

[internetdetectives]

11/23/19 - Chat with The Producer

ARGdov 5:45 PM: "you post an image like this”

ARGdov 5:45 PM: "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/453323274496245764/647930718558748673/7fda90e45c4dfff4972de5583421be31.png”

ARGdov 5:45 PM: "and you say "tag yourself Im Hermionie" or whatever nickname theyve given the characters”

the clown guy from Slipknot 5:46 PM: "On jah”

the clown guy from Slipknot 5:46 PM: "We need that for sure”

the clown guy from Slipknot 5:46 PM: "Can't wait to identify as mugen”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "im gibby”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "or whoever that is”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "neville”

Xenquility 5:58 PM: "Ay”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "hello”

Xenquility 5:58 PM: "How goes it?”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "I have a question for you all”

Xenquility 5:58 PM: "?”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "whats up with this mummy dude just standing in the background of the hips dont lie vid”

The Producer 5:58 PM: "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/453323274496245764/647934081924857856/unknown.png”

Mr. Circle 5:58 PM: "Isn't the blue doug just john”

Xenquility 5:59 PM: "It's the watcher”

The Producer 5:59 PM: "fuck”

The Producer 5:59 PM: "makes sense though”

The Producer 6:00 PM: "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/453323274496245764/647934617151602728/unknown.png”

The Producer 6:00 PM: "there he is again”

Xenquility 6:00 PM: "Holy shit”

The Producer 6:01 PM: "he reminds me of another short white entity”

The Producer 6:01 PM: "and no im not talking about mugen”

Xenquility 6:01 PM: "Your dick”

The Producer 6:01 PM: "damn”

pakospooky 6:01 PM: "you shoulden´t have done that”

The Producer 6:01 PM: "pako's right”

The Producer 6:01 PM: "you shoulden't have done that”

Xenquility 6:01 PM: "Too bad”

The Producer 6:01 PM: "youll all feel my wrath”

Xenquility 6:02 PM: "I'll feel your wrath bb”

pakospooky 6:03 PM: "come play with us”

Xenquility 6:03 PM: ";)”

The Producer 6:03 PM: "ok”

The Producer 6:03 PM: "this is all becoming very homoerotic and uncomfortable”

The Producer 6:03 PM: "goodbye”

Xenquility 6:03 PM: "That's homophobic”

pakospooky 6:03 PM: "ahaha”

Xenquility 6:03 PM: "I'm telling dov”

the clown guy from Slipknot 6:21 PM: "Yo”

the clown guy from Slipknot 6:21 PM: ((An image of a Minecraft furry is posted))

Xenquility 6:21 PM: "why”

The Producer 7:09 PM: "ok im bac-”

The Producer 7:09 PM: "...”

The Producer 7:09 PM: "nevermind”

ARGdov 7:09 PM: "?”

ARGdov 7:09 PM: "@The Producer everything ok?”

ARGdov 7:09 PM: "...oh”

ARGdov 7:09 PM: "I guess not”

The Producer 7:09 PM: "you are all sexual deviants”

The Producer 7:09 PM: "perhaps it wouldnt be so bad for the moon to fall after all”

ARGdov 7:10 PM: "I mean even if WE werent sexual deviants”

ARGdov 7:10 PM: "others would be”

ARGdov 7:10 PM: "personally Im not a furry tho”

Wolfcat 7:11 PM: "me neither”

The Producer 7:11 PM: "ok discord user "wolfcat"”

The Producer 7:11 PM: "anyways do you guys wanna hear a neat thing”

Wolfcat 7:12 PM: "hey”

Wolfcat 7:12 PM: "that name was randomly generated for me”

ARGdov 7:12 PM: "of course”

Wolfcat 7:12 PM: "also yes”

ARGdov 7:12 PM: "I always want to hear neat things”

The Producer 7:13 PM: ((The audio file “Greth_chase.mp3” is posted))

The Producer 7:13 PM: "a”

The Producer 7:13 PM: "Production”

The Producer 7:13 PM: "I'm not responsible for this one, however”

The Producer 7:13 PM: "it appeared elsewhere”

ARGdov 7:14 PM: ""appeared"?”

The Producer 7:14 PM: "appeared, manifested, birthed”

The Producer 7:14 PM: "squatted”

The Producer 7:14 PM: "i believe its from the latest silentdork vid”

The Producer 7:14 PM: "thought you all would be interested in hearing it”

pakospooky 7:15 PM: "yes”

pakospooky 7:15 PM: "that sound appear in start life”

The Producer 7:16 PM: "neat”

pakospooky 7:16 PM: "but where did you get that”

The Producer 7:16 PM: "these videos that appear on his channel”

The Producer 7:16 PM: "even im not sure exactly how they come to be”

The Producer 7:16 PM: "who exactly portrays them to us”

The Producer 7:16 PM: "perhaps its a myriad of different sources”

ARGdov 7:17 PM: "possibly”

The Producer 7:17 PM: "but regardless, we have the ability to separate some things from them and isolate them”

The Producer 7:17 PM: "for further investigation and analysis”

The Producer 7:17 PM: "and also just so we can listen to the bangin spook tunes”

ARGdov 7:18 PM: "so basically youre saying is that you have audacity”

The Producer 7:18 PM: "yes”

The Producer 7:18 PM: "*spooky audacity”

pakospooky 7:18 PM: ":hand:”

The Producer 7:19 PM: "WHOA”

The Producer 7:19 PM: "geez Pako”

The Producer 7:19 PM: "you spooked me there”

The Producer 7:19 PM: "alright im pretty shaken up from that im gonna head out”

The Producer 7:19 PM: "bye”