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Talk about freezing.

I’m currently chilled to the bone. 5 blankets is just not covering it. 

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How does she evo anyway? Level up I’m guessing? (Been working through the alola dex bit-by bit)

I love her so much. 8’)

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Yeah, this is fitting.

hey yall i made a pokemon type quiz!! reblog with what type you are! i got rock type!! ;v;

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In a way, he really felt like he had seen a ghost. (To be fair, he'd seen ghosts before more than once.) Rose had... "Stay there." He managed before practically vaulting up the stairway to the second level where Dabas' shop was. Once he had, he approached Rose, staring into her eyes as if feeling that were he to take his eyes off of her, she'd vanish. Once he was a few feet away, he finally spoke again. "It really is you..." A surge of conflicting emotions welled within him. Joy that his friend was still alive, hope that his father had made it too, and grief, grief of a loss that had plagued all of them ever since she'd 'died'... His throat was tight as he continued to look at his friend, a friend that had acted as a mentor to all of them more than once. Sure, his hope that his father had made it too was probably nothing more than a fool's dream but... He couldn't help it. His hand rose slightly, as if to grasp her shoulder to really verify that she was solid, but it fell back down to his side almost immediately. "Rose..." Her words echoed in his mind, and while they confirmed that she was still alive, just seeing her... It was a confusing cocktail of emotions. But there was one other emotion that was welling up within him. Anger. She'd thrown her life away. She and her father had! "Why?" His voice wavered a little. "Why did you and father just-" The dam to his emotions broke down a little. Part of him wanted to rage, another to weep, one part wanted to slap her for throwing her life away, and another to just grab Rose and pull her into a hug if only to verify that she truly was alive. Of course he knew Rose, and that would have been a very stupid idea. The reminder forced him to calm down a bit, and what he had thought to be her last words echoed in his mind. 'My role is ended. Blaze the way to the future by yourselves. We were never meant to exist in this world. My age ended... In remote antiquity. Farewell Dart, and thank you."   His voice dipped but he didn't stop staring at her. "...Damn it Rose, you've had a place with us this entire time. This is your world and time. If anyone deserves life, it's you." And to think he'd once hunted her with an obsessive lust for revenge.

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Actually, Qwilfish is really quite handy competitively, and you don’t even need to blow it up to be good. 

I have a friend who made one that can withstand mega Rayquaza. 

Yeah this thing. Yes, this thing that’s banned from Ubers by Smogon. (Basically the group that sets the tier system since they’re the longest lasting, and biggest plus the biggest research group.) 

His set is a little weird, but it has to be to handle it. 

In Black and White, Qwilfish gained intimidate as a hidden ability. 

So what he’d do is he’d send his fish out, it’d intimidate Mega Raquaza, then it’d stockpile, allowing it to avoid the 2hko. 

Then it’d painsplit. 

Stockpile, painsplit, then once it was low enough in the defenses from spamming dragon ascent? 

Waterfall. 

But, that’s not all. That’s just one guy that I know that uses a gimmicky set. 

Qwilfish gets better since it’s actually a really bulky wall with intimidate... Not to mention that it gets spikes. Better yet? Toxic Spikes. 

And since it’s a poison type, it can absorb enemy toxic spikes plus deal with fairies decently enough. No, it can’t take endless moonblasts, but it’s more tanky than people realize. 

Seriously, don’t hate on this angry ball of spikes!

this is qwilfish, a generation 2 pokemon

im just posting this to say, i have never, in my entire life, seen anyone acknowledge its existence.

not only have i never seen fanart of qwilfish, ive absolutely never seen it mentioned in any kind of pokemon discussion, ever

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Send me ‘ϟ‘ and I’ll break some news about our characters using THIS website.

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Just Because Tropes can be fun...

Well, I figured I’d drop a character’s tropes. A friend of mine started this and it was fun to do and figured I might share one or two of them. 

Squall

Taciturn Youth

All A Part of the Job Sees himself as a SeeD/Cadet above all else (at least at first.)

Dark and Troubled Past Losing his ‘Sis’ Ellone really messed him up. For him, it was the catalyst that turned him to the guarded teen he became.

Desperately Craves Affection Heavily masked. He doesn’t want to open up and possibly be hurt ever again.

The Fettered SeeD regulations.

Leave me alone ‘‘Everyone has to take care of themselves. I don’t want to carry anyone’s burden.’’

The Power of Friendship Squall slowly starts to warm up because of friends and…

The Power of Love  Rinoa manages to dig past his barriers from the start.

Determinator Squall is relentless in completing whatever task he’s taken on. Be it from orders or because he chooses to do something.

Kung-Fu Kid He learned multiple forms of combat from a very young age.

Child Soldier SeeD exams are literally battlefields and he fought in the training grounds from a very young age. As a side note, the training grounds are full of monsters, up to, and including T-Rexaurs

Nerves of Steel Facing off against a crazy powerful sorceress? Call Squall, he’s unfazed.

Save the Girl Rinoa, he’d literally face down a superstate for her.

Animal Motifs Griever/Lion

Hidden Depths On the surface he’s a cold and uncaring teen.

Beneath the Mask

In truth he’s afraid of losing loved ones and being hurt again and almost everything he does is to protect himself from having it happen again.

Hidden Heart of Gold In truth, he does care about those around him, perhaps too much, leading to the facade he uses in the first place...

Big Man on Campus His fellow SeeDs and students look up to him for his extreme competency and ability to get the mission done no matter what.

Broken Ace Much of the student body of Balamb looks up to and admires Squall due to his incredible fighting skills and calm professionalism despite his lone wolf attitude. This tends to confound the emotionally stunted Squall who created his cold-hearted and powerful persona to be strong enough to not have to deal with other people.

Cannot Spit It Out His feelings towards Rinoa. This is because for the majority of the game, he's simply not emotionally mature enough to understand his feelings towards her, or how to reciprocate.

Can't Stand Them, Can't Live Without Them Squall spends the first two discs of the game grimly resisting Rinoa's efforts to get him to open up to her, but gradually giving way. When she falls into a coma at the end of disc two, however, he realizes how much he doesn't want to lose her, and she becomes his main priority.

Consummate Professional He tries to maintain a professional air at all times. Part of the reason is because it keeps people at arm’s distance.

Subverted several times. Notably when Sifer is ‘executed’.

Defrosting Ice King It takes a very long time for him to start being willing to open up to others.

Ensign Newbie Freshly minted as a SeeD and put in charge of a team and mission.

First-Person Smartass (I had a dream, too. It wasn't nice though... I dreamt I was a moron…)

Good Is Not Nice He can be brutally honest to the point of harshness. Valid points, but could definitely be summed up in a different way. Also, Mercenary.

Brutal Honesty In spades. He’ll give you the answer straight, even if it hurts.

Grey and Gray Morality (...An enemy that is pure evil? Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

Hates Small Talk Doesn’t like talking in general and he can be genuinely annoyed by having to engage in it.

Heroic BSOD Is it surprising with where his emotions are?

Heroic Self-Deprecation He’s incredibly insecure

Jerkass Façade Brutal honesty plus pushing people to arm’s length and a professional air even when it’s not needed? Yeah, that’s not very nice.

Hope Is Scary "As long as you don't get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain…”

I Can't Dance Subverted. SeeDs are trained for multiple types of missions, including infiltrating ballrooms. Doesn’t stop him from claiming it to try to avoid Rinoa.

I Hate Past Me Sees his young self as ‘weak’

Inner Monologue He thinks more than talks. To his consternation, people can figure out a lot of his habits.

Knight in Sour Armor

Lady and Knight Rinoa

Loners Are Freaks How a lot of people see him

Never Be Hurt Again The entire basis for his personality when it comes down to it

New Child Left Behind His mother died in giving birth and his father was unaware of what happened.

No Social Skills Not surprising since he enrolled at Garden at the very tender age of five.

Not So Stoic Proven as his coping abilities are pushed past their breaking point. As hard as he tries, he’s forced to start relying on others.

The Proud Elite He’s the best student Garden has had, wields a weapon so difficult that it’s almost never seen. He’s also surprisingly well built. (A life of unending training will do that.)

The Quiet One Even after he gets better, he still is very quiet, preferring to speak only when it’s important.

Blue Oni to Seifer’s Red

Sour Outside, Sad Inside

The Stoic

Surrounded by Idiots He acts like it quite a bit. Debatable on how much is legitimate.

That Makes Me Feel Angry A major issue he has is he refuses to express how he feels.

Tykebomb Raised from youth to be a mercenary.

Super Soldier Raised to be this.

When He Smiles It’s incredibly rare to see him smile and it only happens once he manages to overcome a lot of his issues.

Hyper Awareness Justified as he’s an elite mercenary.

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What You Are According to Your MBTI Type

INTJ: You are the coldest shard of ice, but also the hottest flash of lightning. You are the sofest velvet in a rose petal, and also the sharpest thorns underneath. You’re the terrifying depth to the ocean, and yet you are also the sun twinkling on the waves. You may be the sultriest summer day, but often you choose to be the quiet coldness of a winter morning. You are the calmest logic and also the roil of blood boiling under your skin. Of all these things, INTJ, you are a Paradox.

ENTJ: You are a screaming crowd, the rush of adrenaline pushing you further. The words I will not give up, a business contract with all signatures in place. You are droplets of blood-red ink, and the glint of sunlight off a reflective glass building. You are the gory beauty of a sunset before a storm, the soft certainty of a plant blooming each year. You are a mountain threatening to crumble, and a young tree that refuses to snap in the wind. You, ENTJ, are the confounding fluidity of Strength.

INTP: You are the rapid clicking of a rubix cube under clever fingers, the glint of dark steel, the soft sigh of rain on concrete. You are the flash of unexpected rage, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as it is pushed hastily back. You are the flipping pages of a textbook, and the squint of eyebrows while reading scrawled writing. It is no wonder that you love asking questions so much, INTP, for you yourself are a Question.

ENTP: You are the flash of an old camera as a photograph is taken. You are the tinest licks of flame in a fireplace, and also the devastating blaze in a forest at the tops of the trees. You are a bright red canvas, washed over with every shade imaginable. You are the blackness of a pupil, going ever deeper in. You are the grafitti I see on street walls as I walk home at night, and the glimmer of icicles on a cold morning. You are the snapping of scissors being suddenly closed, and the sound of ripping fabric as it is pulled apart. You are the irregular motion of fingers tapping against the wooden table. You are both pleasantly warm and dangerously hot, ENTP, because you are Flame incarnate.

INFJ: I see the quiet strength in a mountain side in you, and yet I also see the dangerous temptation of a cliff face. You are the smooth rustling of a stream past rocks, but somewhere you become the roaring power of a waterfall. You are pure white sand and the burning heat on your feet from the sun; I see the softness of vanilla and also the sharpness of peppercorn in you. You are the warmth of the sun on one’s back, and the burning blaze of a desert’s surface. You are power in reserve and power in extremes, you are a dam holding back an entire lake and also the cracks threatening the stone deep beneath the surface. You are mocked as the ‘unicorn’, INFJ, but you prove yourself as something much deeper as the Moment Before a Wave Breaks.

INFP: You are the silken tinkling of water in a cave, and you are the echo of a terrified voice lost somewhere far beyond. You are gentle like a sheet of new paper, yes, but you are the stinging pain of a thousand inflicted papercuts. You are the burst of a flower blooming fast-motion on a camera, and you are the wilted petals underneath. I see the blur of water colours on the white of a desk, and also a room with no visible end or beginning. You are the sudden smile that appears for no reason, and the ugliest frown appearing like a storm. You are early mornings and quiet whispers, but most of all, you are Changes.

ENFJ: You are a mirage; the image of a shallow pool with a thousand feet of water underneath. You are dirt lining the cracks in one’s hands, and the threatening pull of mud under one’s feet. You are the purest feeling of happiness, and you are a maze with level after level. You are a bright blue shirt flipping on a clothesline in the breeze, and you are the flick of a light illuminating a dark room. You go many places and love to see new things, and that is well, for you are an Adventure.

ENFP: You of all others are a perennial favourite. You are the favourite younger sibling in a family, you are the warmth of protection glowing in one’s chest. You are waking up late on a slow day, and you are the beat of a song that plays during work. You are a child skipping rope on the sidewalk, and the wonder of a scientist testing an Element. You are pens scattered on a table in every shade of the rainbow, and the hopeless scrubbing of an eraser over paper. You are notebooks sitting in a shelf unused and half-finished art projects left for a soon-due essay. You, ENFP, are the Glow of Praise.

ISTJ: You are the crisp of white sheets being put on a bed. You are pancakes on a china plate, and black shoes polished to a shine. You are hair in graceful waves, and the graciousness of a smile. You are the furrowing brow of brewing anger, and the sudden splash of cool water on overheated skin. You are the beep of a heart monitor, and the prick of a needle on your finger. I see the quiet, far reaches of the ocean’s surface in you, and the grey shadow of sharks swimming somewhere below. You are not so easily stereotyped as boring, ISTJ; for you are Deep Water, slow to move and full of changes underneath unseen by those on the shore.

ISFJ: You are the glint of a sword being drawn free, and the warm smell of leather. You are the glossiness of a horse’s back, but also the sudden kick of fear. You are tiny smiles and curling fingers; a garden full of colourful flowers. You are the unexpected sting of poison ivy under one’s feet, and the soothing balm of chapstick over cracked, bleeding lips. You are a train rushing forwards, carrying thousands of pounds of cargo. You are the steady thrum of a heartbeat, a yellow ribbon wrapped around a present. You are still water in a vase, and the sudden frustration of broken glass and spilled liquid on the floor. Well are you called a defendor, ISFJ, because you are a Strong Wall, full of the tiny cracks that come with humanity and yet standing strong for all those who need you.

ESTJ: You are the click of an old typewriter’s keys, the soothing hum of a printer completing its task. You are a smile showing teeth, and the biting nip of the cold outside. You are the comfortable feeling of coming home, and a suitcase lying, half-packed, on the floor. You are the beautiful sound of a violin playing, and you are the sobs it so often draws out. You are an army of baked goods resting on a kitchen counter, and the smile on a child’s face. You are the secret desire for untested things, and you are a kind email directed at someone who needs it most. You are always accomplishing things, ESTJ, for you are an accomplishment yourself. Finally, you are spinning in a desk chair unobserved, for you are the Sense of Satisfaction.  

ESFJ: You are the flick of long hair over shoulders. You are gift bags resting on the floor at a party, and the sparkling bubbles of champagne. You are the terrifying shriek of a hurricane and hands wrapped around a warm mug. You are striped colours on a wall and the ticking beat of a watch on one’s wrist. A lively tune on the piano, the blur of 3D movies without glasses. You are the feeling of wandering across a busy city at night, and shaking hands gripping each other. You are as delightful to some as you are strange to others, ESFJ: you are an Unexpected Surprise.

ISTP: You are bubbles rising in a beaker, a baseball slamming into a glove. You are the curl of lazy smoke, and the sheen of sunglasses in the daytime. You are the age-old familiarity of denim, and the crisp cleanness of a white t-shirt. You are a smooth voice making love to the microphone in your hand, and the faint rasp of a speaking voice afterwards. You are a comb moving through hair over and over again, and the yawn unrestricted by a covering hand in a classroom. You are narrowed eyes moments before a game, and the passionate sting of a sudden kiss to the mouth. You and your eagerness, ISTP, are the easy impatience of a Rumbling Engine, desperate to move.

ISFP: You are paint rubbed smudged on a nose, and freckles washed over cheeks. A whisper louder than any scream could be, steam rising from a cup of hot chocolate. You are the bright green of grass in the summertime, and the wilting curl as it shies away in the Autumn. You are a picture of two lovers hugging, their faces absolutely at peace. You are the tossing of a ship in a storm, and the glint of a seashell on damp sand. You are the trusting curl of a child’s hand in your own, and the flash of pain when one bites their tongue. You are Rafflesia arnoldii and Wolffia growing together in a field, some strange combination that manages to be beautiful. You, ISFP, are the Beat of a Dragonfly’s Wings, beautiful and fragile and quick to escape.

ESTP: You are a thousand screaming voices in a stadium, and also the shaking earth underneath. You are a building standing proud and tall, full of life and energy and bustling movement. You are a fist holding the ribbon attached to a medal, and the rumbling growl of a motorcycle’s engine. You are the sting of cold air in the lungs on an early morning, and sparks crackling off a bonfire. You are a tree in the woods, being hacked to the ground, and you are a weed growing rampant in an abandoned garden. You are a force to be reckoned with, ESTP, and a formidable one at that, for you are Determination.

ESFP: You are the twirl of a new dress in the mirror, and the shredding of fabric under a foot. You are a newly polished mirror and shards of a broken glass on the floor. You are the pettiness of envy and also the beauty of magnitude, the gloss over pictures in a magazine and the sound of feet moving on a dance floor. You are the excited shout of a new discovery, and the shattering loss of a loved one. I see the allure of a late night, and the glow of string lights in you, and the rapid beat of a lunar moth’s wings. It is easy to see why you have such quickness in everything, ESFP, for you are Movement.

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Dart returned his friend’s smile as she spoke. He was glad that she never had been one to hold a grudge, and thankfully, that fact didn’t seem to have changed. 

A small chuckle made its way up from his throat. 

Yes, the roads had some dangers, but compared to the days of their journey it was downright peaceful. (Outside of the handfuls of monsters of course.) 

“As long as we don’t have another dragon decide to drop in on us, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” He observed. 

He could still recall the time when the green tusked dragon feyrbrand ambushed him. If it hadn’t been for his now deceased friend Rose... Pushing the thought aside, he nodded in response to her words, letting his forearm rest on the hilt of his sword. 

“Well, I’m glad that everyone is okay.” However, he shook his head. 

“I’m just the pack mule right now so it means I’m kind of pointless between trips.” To be fair, carpentry was not a skill he’d mastered. 

He wasn’t bitter over it, and a smile took away the bite from the jab. 

A moment more passed before he paused, shifting a bit.

“I... Just thought that I hadn’t been paying enough attention to you.” He admitted. 

What kind of childhood friend ignored their best friend as long as he had?

“So, I decided to drop by for a while. That is... If you have some time to spare.” 

Betwixt Journeys

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Small Blog Update

Switched around some SCM stuff. Most Notably found a better song to put in for Sonia. 

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Is it just me or....

Did the RP community on tumblr completely shrivel up and die thanks to the newest update? 

I tend to use google drive these days anyway, so it’s not a lot of skin off my nose but it’s a strange feeling regardless. I haven’t been a huge fan of tumblr for over a year now, but I do know there are/were some excellent RPers here that used the platform because it worked for them well. Now? Well... 

Anyway, am I delusional (once again) or is it a mostly dead RP platform now?

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Dart returned his friend’s smile as he saw her in the doorway and he nodded in response to her question. 

“Hoax and Bale didn’t have nearly as much as I was after, so I had a light load.” He admitted.

It had certainly sped him up since there wasn’t nearly as much to guard or burden the wagon that he’d taken with him. 

Pausing for a moment, he continued after a few more seconds. 

“I’m sorry that we haven’t really had a lot of time to talk lately.” He knew that what he was doing was important, but even so, he had been practically ignoring his friend. 

That wasn’t right, and he’d try to make up for it now. Of course, as long as Seles still needed fresh supplies and materials, he didn’t have much of a choice but... It certainly wasn’t right. 

“I hope you’ve been doing well.”  He shifted from one foot to other.

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Betwixt Journeys

Ever since the fall of Melbu Frahma, Dart had been busy. First, he’d had promises to keep, notably to his old friend Lavitz, and while he couldn’t share an actual drink with the man, he’d left a tumbler of of liquor for his fallen brother at his desk and he’d had a slow drink, remembering him.

Dart wasn’t one to typically take up liquor, and the harsh flavor of the spirits he’d selected had been a bitter one to swallow.

Of course, that was only the first step, he’d soon returned to Seles where over the next several months acted as transport for the tiny village. It was long and he often spent weeks in solitude as he made his way to Bale, Lohan, or any number of cities and towns throughout the kingdom.  Each trip back he carried a large burden of supplies and bandits had quickly learned not to mess with the crimson armored fighter. His loads might have had good value, but he extracted a price far beyond what any of them were willing to pay for even the smallest parcel of cargo.

Of course, it meant only short breaks that he could spend with his childhood friend, and only companion he was able to see on a semi regular basis. Haschel had returned to Rogue, taking Kongol with him. Meru was journeying around the world with her fiance, Miranda was back in Mille Seseau helping her sisters and her adoptive mother alike, and of course… Rose… She wasn’t with them anymore.

Even now he could feel his frustrations with her and his father’s decision. They had had Melbu on the ropes, and now… She was gone, never to see the world she’d saved, the world she’d shed countless tears over, and shed far more blood than he could ever know.

And she had sacrificed herself, instead of them banding together for one last push… In a sense he did understand. 11,000 years of grief was not easily swayed but…

Shaking the thought aside, he lightly rapped on Shana’s door.

“Shana, are you busy?”

He was back, at least for a few more hours and he’d might as well spend a little bit of time with his friend for a change.

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Rules: 1) Always post these rules. 2) Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you and give 11 questions for the blogs you tag and, 3) Tag 11 people!

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1. Favourite voice actor?

Good question. Actually, Megan Hollingshead. She voiced characters like Lenneth from Valkyrie Profile, Sheena in ToS Dawn of the New World, and a billion other things. She also has a very rich tone when she wants to. 

2. Favourite video game?

Oh dear. This question. I love too many Video Games. Valkyrie Profile, Final Fantasy, Mega Man, Ace Combat, Legend of Dragoon... Basically If you name a game I’ve either played it or know of it...

3. Why do cats always land on their feet?

.-. That’s out of the blue. I’d rather not talk about cat biology though. Allergies and all that. 

4. IT’S THE CLOUD GIF!!!

Floaty float? 

5. Your main in Smash?

Lucina/Marth, Mega Man... I really love a lot of the characters in smash. 

6. Coffee or Tea?

Neither really. I actually hate the smell of coffee, and tea is ‘meh’ to me for the most part. 

7. What is Time?

A way to measure the short flicker of existence that we know of. A way to give the human mind context around events, and give us a better sense of scale. It never waits and ‘delivers us all to the same end’.

8. What are five positive traits you possess

1: I’m fairly stubborn

2: I have a fire for honor, integrity, and Justice.

3: Physically speaking I was built similar to how people picture Goliath. It’s actually pretty useful (and problematic) at times. 

4: I enjoy mental challenges

5: Related to the above, I have quick mind (that was injured but is healing finally...)  

9. You have 4 minutes to save the world, what do you do?

I make an epic pose and then go save the day from whatever is threatening it! 

10. Who would you want to be stuck in jail with?

Hmm, good question. A best buddy either a certain net friend or an IRL buddy. 

11. Yaoi or Yuri?

Actually, I’m not particularly enthused on either. But Yaoi does admittedly make me mentally cringe a little more probably because I am a guy and ow/ew context comes into mind really quick. 

11 questions from the one who tagged me:

Favourite movie? Tough call, but for now I’ll go with The Star Wars original trilogy

Favourite genre of book? Fantasy/Sci-Fi

Did you know that chickens can fly?  It’s mostly short ranged flight. Definitely one of those things that made me think twice though xD ‘of course chickens can’t... wait I remember something about flight but...’ 

What about the fact that penguins actually have knees? I actually never thought about it tbh o-o

Your favorite character ever? That’s a mean one D: I like too many charas for too many reasons xx

A muse you took on that you regret? Walthari. Hands down. He’s a psychopath that is completely twisted. 

A sport/activity you wish you could do? Wouldn’t mind casting Starcraft games or compete in em. 

*BAM* You’ve won the lottery, what do you do first? Get a new PC, mine is 5+ years old now and showing it. 

Four people you can’t live without? Primarily net friends. Odds are they know who they are if they see this post xD

What place in the world do you want to visit the most? Rome 

A place tied to a precious memory. Places really haven’t gotten tied to precious memories for me. It’s more the events that are. (I know that sounds weird...) But, then again, a lot of places I’ve seen were pretty toxic overall and would otherwise spoil those memories. *Shrugs*

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Shadows Never Fade

Over the past few years, Seles had slowly been rebuilt, brick by brick, and stone by stone. It was not an easy task, and the losses of far too many villagers further hampered the recovery. 

Worse yet, had even a single villager more fallen... Well, Seles would have probably had to have been abandoned. But, if there was also another truth that could not be changed it was that Dart was stubborn. Even when it seemed impossible, Dart’s resolution bound the few remaining survivors together, and thankfully, progress continued. 

However, despite this, Seles was not an island and few of the villagers were able enough to brave the wilderness and face the various monsters. 

It was because of this, that Dart often found himself having to leave the village behind, to gain another precious shipment of supplies. In turn, he was forced to learn how to negotiate. (A task he had not enjoyed.) 

Dart managed a small smile though as he entered Lohan for what felt to be the hundredth time that year. 

“Hey Dart!” A guardsman waved and the swordsman returned the gesture. 

“Davis, it’s good to see you.” He returned. 

Davis was a good man, cheery, and a bit obnoxious at times, but he had a heart of gold. 

“Back for another shipment? I hear the traders from Kazas are bringing some supplies. Might want to check ‘em out before they’re snapped up by Basil or even Lohan.” Dart nodded, managing another small smile. 

“Thanks, I owe you one.” 

Davis raised his visor, revealing the teen. 

“You could buy me a pint.” He suggested hopefully. 

“21, and then we’ll talk.” Dart promised.

Shaking his head at Davis’ grumbling, he allowed himself an internal laugh as he headed for the market. It would have been an easy matter for Davis to get a pint from one of the other guardsmen or even his father, but Davis respected the law too much to actually break it. 

Lohan had certainly changed. 

“Fresh Bread!” 

“Precious Gems!” 

Passing by several stalls, Dart paused as he sensed something... Truly strange. 

No, it wasn’t possible. Stiffening, he spun, his head snapping upward to the raised boardwalks of Lohan. It just couldn’t be! He saw her die! 

“ROSE!” Dart’s voice echoed across the stalls, and for a few moments the entire area fell silent, stunned by the shout. 

It just wasn’t possible, but even the Divine Dragon’s spirit shimmered, as if greeting their old friend. 

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Uh... Well then

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Minato frowned thoughtfully as he approached the tables. Thankfully, his eyes were well attuned to detecting minor changes, mostly from his nightly raids of Tartarus. 

Letting his hands rest in his pockets, Minato considered the table, the small small ghostly indentations of where the chairs had been, and he closed his eyes for a moment, burning their locations (and where the seats would have been) into his mind. 

Then, his eyes caught a strange disturbance. The grass... He was no expert, that much he was certain of, but grass usually stood upright so that it could get the most sunlight it could. 

Carefully stepping around the area, he saw the mud, and while he wasn’t able to quite put two and two together he glanced back at Conan. 

So far, he had nothing concrete, but between the prior chair locations and the footprints (muddled) as they were and the disturbed grass... Just what happened here? 

“A few things.” He admitted. 

Approaching the ‘boy’ (whomever Conan was, he certainly didn’t act like a child, despite the attempts...) 

“If I’ve read this correctly,the chair locations were...” He closed his eyes, glad for his razor sharp memory. 

Pointing to several locations he nodded once finished. 

“Why they’ve been moved, that’s still up for debate, but at least we have a starting point for rebuilding the scene.” 

However, he frowned thoughtfully at the new information as he formulated the words. 

“You said the chairs were knocked over... And the rope...” It wasn’t a high distance, but... Someone could have tied the rope around the victim’s neck, and from there, manually pulled the rope tight. It would definitely explain the struggle marks on the deceased throat, and at the same time... Was low enough to the ground that it would be easier to miss. 

“I’d like to offer a possible theory.” He finally stated, reviewing what he’d seen, and added with the information that the other two he spoke. 

“The potential killer was standing in a singular spot for a while. Either they were waiting for something, they couldn’t move, or were so horrified they stood frozen on the spot. If it was this secondary option, and assuming, once again, that he or she, was the killer... By using the rope to hold the victim against a chair, or as leverage, he’d be able to keep his or her hands unsullied, and more notably, close to the ground while keeping some distance away from the struggling victim so they couldn’t strike their killer as easily.” He tilted his head forward acknowledging one of the weaknesses of this theory. 

“Of course, if this wasn’t premeditated, I highly doubt they’d think to use the chair, and it’d have been just knocked over in the struggle. Either way, the chair would have been forced to move.” Glancing at the top of the table, Minato focused on where the chairs had been. 

Were there any scuffs indicating a person throwing themselves over it? It too would knock the chair aside. 

However after a moment he sighed. 

“Of course, I’m just a hobbyist at best so it’s just as likely that I’ve missed something. Especially as I don’t want to disrupt the crime scene.” 

Minato and the Tiny Detective Episode 1