in. the. tree...zONE -

taako: what

taako: do you want us to reclaim, like. gay slurs

[ID: A comic drawn in black lines against a white background. Barry, a middle aged, human man, is standing in front of Lup, an elven woman with curly hair and freckles. She is seated on the arm of a chair and he is standing before her, wearing a slightly singed cape and holding her hands. He looks down at her as he says, “Right, so Lup, I would kneel and all, but a couple years ago I broke my knee and my doctor said I should avoid doing strenuous activities like that. Did I ever tell you that story? I was rock climbing, or well not rock climbing like the actual sport, but there were rocks and climbing involved. I was in my back yard. I should show you the spot sometime, anyway. I would kneel, but I got a bad knee, so I’m gonna stand instead. I guess you can kneel if you want, but anyway wanna get married?” Lup smiles and nods, tears welling in her eyes. She jumps up and pulls him into a hug, yelling. “Of course! Yes, yes absolutely!” An audience of other elves applaud awkwardly. There are exclamations of “uh” and wow,” and “eh?” One particular elven woman in a shall and many jewelry says, “Oh, Congratulations.” Another elven woman with short, curly hair and big earrings asks, “How long have you two been dating?” Lup and Barry both exclaim delightedly, “Three weeks!” There are sparkles around their faces.  Taako’s hands immediately fly up to his mouth to poorly muffle the sound of his pained laugher. His shoulders are shaking and there were tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. Kravitz asks, with some concern, “Are you alright dear?” End ID]

like yeah here there be gerblins is about lup it's about you should have thought about that before throwing my dog in the fire, it's about falling in love with Barry Bluejeans, it's about trying to save so many people but failing, it's desperate odds and flying away from a disaster you couldn't avert, it's about being bitten in the back by an earlier decision to trust someone.

murder on the Rockport Limited is about Dav. It's about seeing the truth behind the illusion. it's about a town of people all with the same face. it's about losing the driver and trying to save the vehicle without him. it's about the youngest member of the crew holding a book that catches the truth and stops it reaching its destination. it's about beheading and loss of identity. It's about remembering to get your roommate pringles

petals to the metal is about Merle. It's about don't be chopping on these sweet sweet babies. it's about reaching out to someone you love who has been consumed by a power they can't fully control. it's about dying in the hope they can be saved. it's about racing as fast as you can, with all that you have, in the hope that something can be saved in the end.

crystal kingdom is about taako. it's about loving someone you've lost so much you'd turn the world to crystal to try and save them. it's about Kravitz. its about learning more from thousands of realities to make new and wonderful things. its about walking through your legacy. its about the best sandwich and taako's good out here. its about seven birds being seen, its about the thousands of lives that Boyland touched

the eleventh hour is about Magnus. It's about rustic hospitality. it's about recklessly breaking reality trying to protect people you love. it's about fate and choices you make in life. it is being a small town hero. it is making promises and keeping them. it's about the downfall of a corrupt leader and the people he took down on his way. it's about fallen temples and burnt out buildings. it's about embracing the inevitable and holding the hand of the clock that strikes your doom as the weapon that will save you

the suffering game is about Barry. It's about looping through endless pain again and again in the hopes of reaching a dream. it's about liches and death and love. it's about losing your body and being saved from permanent death by the power of your friends' love. it's about working out how things are working and then pulling them apart to understand them. it's about choosing to lose everything in the hopes that it might let you save something. arms outstretched. trust Barry, love Barry

the stolen century is about Lucretia. it's one hundred years of journals. It's learning world after world and watching them die. It's working to protect those you love by saving the light. It's about running away again and again, and loving only in goodbyes. it's about being alone and dying again and again. It's about bonds growing stronger even as something comes relentlessly to consume them

They all share a look before the one sitting in the middle replies “No, you’ll need all three of us for this one.” Jon sighs, before reaching over to the tape recorder that hadn’t been there when the three brothers walked in; if they noticed they didn’t say anything.

Griffin: Hey, quick question, is this place…like–legit? Jon: I beg your pardon. Justin: Yeah, Griffin, we beg your pardon? Griffin: I mean, is it legit, is it–how many haunted dolls do you–as an estimate, how many haunted dolls do you archive here on a yearly basis? Justin: Why are you doing this right now. Griffin: I think we have a right to know–how many haunted dolls– Jon: …One. Travis: Just one?  Aw. Justin: Well hang on now, one is not bad. Travis: Per year? Justin: I’m sorry, Travis, how many haunted dolls do you archive a year? Travis: Well, none, but– Justin: So you can’t– Travis: –but it’s not my job. Jon, stiffly, regretting everything: Excuse me, but if you could…tell me about the incident.