aaronmothra

[alex987854]

Bridge 148, Leeds Liverpool Canal

[bouncinghedgehog]

[liverpoollomo]

Love locks. Nikon F65. Rollei RPX 25.

According to Wikipedia a love lock is "a padlock that significant other pairs lock to a bridge, fence, gate, monument, or similar public fixture to symbolize their love." They seem to appear in most places where there is a significant body of water, be it the sea or a river.

The buildup of such locks has also been a problem to many cities who claim they damage the structures onto which they are placed. I often wonder what people do when if they break up with their significant other. Do they return to the bridge with a pair of bolt cutters to remove it? What if they cannot find it?

[aneverydaything]

Day 1619, 28 November 2022

[comicstripoff]

The Canal and River Trust once again attacking the people who keep the waterways safe, alive and an asset to the population of Britain.

"CRT > NOT FIT FOR PURPOSE!"

** Cartoons produced in a collaboration with writer and boater Maura Framrose for the Nbta London newsletter.

[abattoirstars]

catching a hundred fish and saranghae-ing every one of them

[jackoshadows]

Firstly, why is it that Sansa can only be praised by comparing her to Arya? Secondly, in what world is Arya physically strong and more than Sansa?!

The masculinization of Arya Stark by tradfems in fandom has become so commonplace that I suppose many of them imagine this is how Arya and Sansa are in the books:

In case folks don't know this: ARYA IS TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN SANSA! She's the younger sibling!

Anyone who has read a Jon POV chapter should know that Arya is a skinny, little girl. Jon specifically makes a small, lightweight, thin sword for Arya to handle.

And Arya … he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. - Jon, AGoT

Arya has been on the run for two years, hunted by Lannister men, a slave put to hard physical work and starved for food.

She spent the rest of that day scrubbing steps inside the Wailing Tower. By evenfall her hands were raw and bleeding and her arms so sore they trembled when she lugged the pail back to the cellar. Too tired even for food, Arya begged Weese's pardons and crawled into her straw to sleep. - Arya, ACoK

Often as not, she went to bed hungry rather than risk the stares. - Arya, AGoT

"Lommy's hungry," Hot Pie whined, "and I am too." "We're all hungry," said Arya. - Arya, ACoK

Arya watched them die and did nothing. What good did it do you to be brave? One of the women picked for questioning had tried to be brave, but she had died screaming like all the rest. There were no brave people on that march, only scared and hungry ones. - Ary, ACoK

I knew we should never have left the woods, she thought. They'd been so hungry, though, and the garden had been too much a temptation. - Arya, ASoS

"An inn?" The thought of hot food made Arya's belly rumble, but she didn't trust this Tom. - Arya, ASoS

Rabbits ran faster than cats, but they couldn't climb trees half so well. She whacked it with her stick and grabbed it by its ears, and Yoren stewed it with some mushrooms and wild onions. Arya was given a whole leg, since it was her rabbit. She shared it with Gendry. - Arya, ASoS

The biggest toms would seldom win, she noticed; oft as not, the prize went to some smaller, quicker animal, thin and mean and hungry. Like me, she told herself. - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

We have the contrast of Arya having to trade some carrots and cabbages they picked from an overgrown garden to get some food and the innkeeper complaining about the lack of lemons to the sumptuous 64 dish feast in the Vale with a 12 feet tall lemon cake made especially for Sansa.

Anguy shuffled his feet. "We were thinking we might eat it, Sharna. With lemons. If you had some." "Lemons. And where would we get lemons? Does this look like Dorne to you, you freckled fool? Why don't you hop out back to the lemon trees and pick us a bushel, and some nice olives and pomegranates too." She shook a finger at him. "Now, I suppose I could cook it with Lem's cloak, if you like, but not till it's hung for a few days. You'll eat rabbit, or you won't eat. Roast rabbit on a spit would be quickest, if you've got a hunger. Or might be you'd like it stewed, with ale and onions." Arya could almost taste the rabbit. "We have no coin, but we brought some carrots and cabbages we could trade you." - Arya, ASoS

Sixty-four dishes were served, in honor of the sixty-four competitors who had come so far to contest for silver wings before their lord. From the rivers and the lakes came pike and trout and salmon, from the seas crabs and cod and herring. Ducks there were, and capons, peacocks in their plumage and swans in almond milk. Suckling pigs were served up crackling with apples in their mouths, and three huge aurochs were roasted whole above firepits in the castle yard, since they were too big to get through the kitchen doors. Loaves of hot bread filled the trestle tables in Lord Nestor’s hall, and massive wheels of cheese were brought up from the vaults. The butter was fresh-churned, and there were leeks and carrots, roasted onions, beets, turnips, parsnips. And best of all, Lord Nestor’s cooks prepared a splendid subtlety, a lemon cake in the shape of the Giant’s Lance, twelve feet tall and adorned with an Eyrie made of sugar. For me, Alayne thought, as they wheeled it out. Sweetrobin loved lemon cakes too, but only after she told him that they were her favorites. The cake had required every lemon in the Vale, but Petyr had promised that he would send to Dorne for more. - Alayne, TWoW

Arya was already a little, skinny girl smaller than Sansa when they left Winterfell. She has been worked to the bone, sleeping rough and gone hungry. Again, by what logic is this Arya supposed to be physically strong and more than Sansa?!

There is this idea that's often pushed where Sansa is some dainty, fragile princess while Arya is this strong executioner henchwoman and it's just so tiresome and toxic.

Arya is also not Brienne! They are two different characters. If you want physically strong warrior types to compare to Sansa, there is already Brienne. Arya is the smaller, younger sister. In canon and logically, it's the taller, bigger, elder sister with access to good, rich food who would be physically stronger.

The Stark looking Starks tend to be slender and quicker compared to the bigger, stronger Tully looking Starks.

He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast. - Bran, AGoT

The biggest toms would seldom win, she noticed; oft as not, the prize went to some smaller, quicker animal, thin and mean and hungry. Like me, she told herself. - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

"Can't you guess?" Jon teased. "Your very favorite thing." Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: "Needle!" - Jon, AGoT

Arya was always quick and clever, but in the end she's just a little girl, and Roose Bolton is not the sort who would be careless with a prize of such great worth. - Jon, ADwD

This is one of the reasons for why Jon Snow is so protective of Arya Stark - he certainly doesn't see her as some physically strong warrior type, despite gifting her with a sword. He's scared for her because he knows that despite how clever she is, Ramsay can kill, rape and torture her - she's 'just a little girl'.

Arya deserves to be protected, same as Sansa. She is not there to be anyone's henchwoman, she does not have super strength and she is certainly not physically stronger than Sansa.

[elodieunderglass]

You posted the link to thing encouraging Asks so...

I wanna know about the boat you're buying!

Thank you so much! You might have seen an older post. From about 2012-2016 I lived on a narrowboat and moved around nomadically on canals around England. I wasn’t on tumblr much at the time, but sporadically tagged using #i live on a boat Then we bought a house, had a lot of children, and took on more respectable careers and an allotment.

While my nomadic era is over I am still interested in the politics and pressures around travelling lifestyles and I’m still unusually knowledgeable about narrowboats.

I liked living off-grid, being nomadic but still have My House, being in nature, and didn’t mind the physical challenges of everyday life.

I secretly hated moving the boat, which always felt like the most stressful parallel parking you ever tried, and frequently involved me having to do things like jump off a moving boat with a rope 😔 I don’t mind walking a mile to the car to go to work everyday, or hauling wood and water, but I did mind having to jump off moving boats with ropes while Dr Glass piloted the boat and shouted things like “the other left”. This sounds very gendered, and actually he was much better at jumping, except that when I piloted the boat I did not enjoy him jumping off it.

I should clarify that the boats move, like, 4 mph. It is generally considered an excruciatingly slow paced lifestyle. I am just extremely bad at platformers. I have never successfully enjoyed a video game that wanted me to jump onto a platform. Doing this regularly, to get water to live, was something I was happy to walk away from. I hated locks a little bit too. And swing bridges. What it comes down to is that I loved all the boating except for moving the boat much, which is a reasonably self-limiting lifestyle in many respects.

I loved my boat (she was my girl) and the kingfishers and the swans laying their heads in my lap and bringing me their babies to see. I didn’t like the jumping and the stress of the Canal And River Trust never having a coherent policy around liveaboard boaters. That’s a whole thing to unpack but the British have basically made it harder every year to be a legal nomad and it was stressful enough with the jumping.

[sexydoffyman]

can you do smth about monmy issues? if not, its okay. i mean i understand this isnt specific at all and this might be real difficult without information

WHERE IS SHE

general: angst

characters: Valeria Garza

A/N: Hope ya like it!🦂

Since the day of your marriage, you were inseparable. You would take a bullet for her and she would do the same. You’d lie to get her out of trouble. She’d steal to get you the stuff you want. You’d be by her side no matter what.

You trust her with your life. When she told you that you need to move. You moved. When she told you she needed money. You got her the exact amount she needed. She promised you never had to work again. You trusted her and she fulfilled her promise. You fell in love with a criminal. You fell first. She fell harder.

As years go by, no couple can go without an argument. Unfortunately, you also sometimes argue. Sometimes she had a bad day working. Maybe she lost a lot of money. But it was never anything that you couldn’t resolve.

You would do anything to get you two to make up again. It’s been a week. Usually, you two have been very much in love again, but not this time. She yelled her heart out, and so did you. She said some very hurtful things, but one stuck out the most.

“I could’ve been happier with someone else!” She said it in such a mocking way too. It felt like she truly didn’t care. You were so angry for the past few days, but now you’d do anything to make things end. You wanted to apologise for everything and anything that you have done. Sadly, Valeria was nowhere to be found.

She usually told you when she was going to disappear for a while, but this time you got no warning. You thought that something happened to her. You were worried sick. The sentence was stuck in your head.

Your mother told you the same exact thing many times. You always endured it, knowing deep inside that she will never love you. You always wanted her love. She was the only one you had. You lost her before she could tell you anything.

You were scared. You hoped that she would return in one piece. You knew how your mother ended up. You were desperate. It has been two weeks now, and there were still no signs of her. Did she decide to leave, did she die? You called her. Texted her. Nothing worked. It has been a month.

You haven’t gotten a single text from her. You were silently hoping that a miracle would occur and bring her back. You searched for her many times by now. Every day you went searching for her.

This day was no different. You went out, got breakfast and started your search. You decided to go to the end of a nearby river. It was a spot where you two met. Your mind didn’t let you go there, but you thought that maybe she would be there. That she missed you.

It was nothing beautiful. Just the river going into a canal under a bridge that looked like it might collapse anytime soon. You walked to it, music playing in your ears. The atmosphere changed. You walked up to the bridge.

She was there! She was there the whole time! You’d be exploding with emotion. You’d be jumping around with happiness.

But you couldn’t. You could only watch her corpse float on the shallow water. Her head would bump into the canal every now and then. You walked closer, wondering how you didn’t notice that horrid smell. Her back was filled with shots. She lost her shoes. She was on her stomach so you decided to turn her around.

What you looked at wasn’t recognisable. At this point, she had to have been soaking in that water for weeks. Somehow, her phone was on the land. Like her arm was dragging on the land the whole time, the river carried her body down here. Surprisingly, it wasn’t broken.

You turned it on and put in the password. You were the only one who she told. You saw her messaging app. It had a chat open. It was a chat with you. You noticed that she was writing something. Tears fell as you read the message that was written so hurriedly. In her last moments, she managed to put everything, that she wanted you to know, in there.

“Miss you sorry will die no cry money in safe live i love”

[nuttynutcycle]

"Professor,” the student thrust up their hand, “Why can’t we utilize the heroes as makeshift police? It worked in Europe.”

 “Europe has a different political and geographical space,” the professor scribbled on the whiteboard. “And better pay for its teachers. Who can tell me anything about Venetian law enforcement?”

Several hands waved in the crowded lecture hall. The professor pointed at random.

“Venice utilizes water-based heroes. They use the canals and ocean to have an advantage over lawbreakers and are held in line through their enforcement collars.”

The student sounded like they were reading out of a textbook. “Excellent answer. Now,” the professor clapped their hands, “Could that work here?”

The same student beamed at the compliment. “Absolutely not. We have no cities based on canals or built on evenly distributed rivers to give water-based heroes an advantage. And sir,” the student continued, stifling a laugh. “Can you imagine trying to put a bracelet on an American hero? The government would never make it past congress.”

Chuckles half-heartedly rippled across the auditorium. Many students pretended they were listening or taking notes while Instagram reflected in their glasses.

“Wrong.”

The professor frowned at the interruption. “In this class, we raise our hand and explain our reasoning.” He turned toward the owner of the voice, a boy in a denim jacket in the back of the room. “Care to elaborate?”

 “They already have them.”

The professor pushed his glasses up his nose, a trickle of curiosity rising against his better judgment. He reached over to his computer and paused the lecture recording. “Do you have evidence to support this theory?”

The boy looked up from his computer and shrugged. “Does anyone here think our illustrious government would let a group of highly powerful individuals run around untethered?”

The auditorium quieted. A few hands raised in a sea of hundreds, before slowly lowering. 

The professor had to admit, that was a good point. Still... “Most heroes don’t comprehend the notion of modesty. Trust me, there’s nowhere to hide a bracelet that the cameras wouldn’t see.”

“What about MagniBoy?” One student asked. “That costume covers everything except-“

“Unfortunately for MagniBoy,” The professor interrupted before the lecture became decidedly less PG. “There was an incident last year. We now know for sure that there is absolutely no possible place for a bracelet.”

Several students nodded, some in disgust and others with smiles.

“It’s not on their bodies.” The boy in the denim spoke again. “American heroes are controlled as soon as they join a force, but they just don’t realize it.”

This was quickly verging into Reddit board theories. The professor felt a headache coming on. “Let’s not get off track- “

“Where is it then?” Another student asked.

“Did they swallow it?”

“Why wouldn’t anyone say anything about it?”

The professor sat down in his chair and prepared for the ride. If the class wanted to waste precious exam review time with theories, their loss.

“Twenty years ago, the government started investigating bracelets and mood alteration. Two years later they stopped due to public protests.” The boy smiled bitterly. “We love our heroes, and we love our rights even more. Three years after that, our heroes were injected with a tracker ‘for safety’.”

“Those trackers were removed when a hero retired.” The professor interrupted with a gentle smile. “If what you’re saying is true, retirees would notice a significant difference in mood.” Several students nodded in agreement.

The boy looked at him in near pity. “Sir, do you know what the original bracelets were made of?”

The professor remembered. His back straightened.

“Nanotech.” The boy savoured the word, savoured his captive audience. “Bit backwards, isn’t it? They found that heroes were more likely to have more health defects with the experimental tech, so they changed it to computerized ones. But,” he tapped his chin, “What if our generous government decided to inject their puppets with this same nanotechnology. What would happen?” The boy tilted his head innocently. “On a completely different note, how many heroes die from radiation poisoning? Illness? Cancer?”

The auditorium was silent.

“There used to be hero-turned-vigilantes or villains. Where did they all go?” The boy was picking up speed. 

No one was on Instagram anymore; all eyes were on him. 

“And isn’t it interesting that fifteen years ago, the cases of heroes breaking the law dropped by 80%? As did the destruction of vital buildings?”

“Oh,” another student whispered.

“They have thousands of powered people, sacrificing their lives without realizing it. Heroes sign away their personality, their life, their future.” The boy choked on a laugh. “When was the last time a hero made it to 60?”

“Young man,” the professor found his voice, “That’s enough.”

The boy’s gaze sharpened on the professor. “Sir, you were a hero before teaching. What do you think?”

[teecupangel]

Just saw the Mermaid!Desmond post and it reminded me that i have been playing around with the idea that Desmond gets transported to the past as a mermaid(he prefers the term 'merman' thank you!). With my obsession with EziDes(i'm shameless XD), i imagined 2 scenarios:

1) Ezio meets Desmond in Venice and though at first Desmond is shy and hides away, Ezios persistence and charm wins him over. Desmond has the ability to launch some sticky "vines" from his hands to drag people into the water(based on what the mermaids in Pirates of the Caribbean can do), so he helps Ezio with assassinations from the canal. We could even have some drama where the Templars catch Desmond in a tank on land and when Ezio comes to save him, the tank breaks and at first Desmond is suffocating, then he is in immense pain while his body transforms into a humans. So good news: he can walk on land and even "sleep" with Ezio without risking drowning him(No Ezio, we are not trying it again!). Bad news: it hurts like a motherfucker to transform and it takes a hot minute. At least he can see Monteriggioni now!

2) The classic "Desmond takes Older!Ezio and himself to the past to save Ezio's family" but Desmond is turned into a mermaid(merman!) and is stuck in the disgusting river that runs through Florence. They get transported a day before the execution(Ezio just needs that scar, i love that connection too much XD), so they get a plan to bust out the Auditore family during the night and use a boat to get far enough away from the city before switching to a wagon. Giovanni is confused to what his son is doing("Why didn't you deliver the papers to Uberto, Ezio?"), but decideds to trust his son. During the trip, a guard almost raises the alarm but before he can, something whips out of water and drags the man in. Everyone but Ezio is shocked and when they get to the wagon, they see a small tub with water in the back. Before they can ask about it, they see Ezio lift something from the river before turning around and revealing a mermaid(MERMAN!) in his arms. Ezio is not leaving Desmond behind, no matter how difficult transporting him is(in this version i'd have Desmond need to learn how to shift forms, so for a while he has to be transported in a tiny ass tub if he was to follow Ezio around). The ride back is pretty awkard 'cause it turns out only Ezio can hear Desmonds voice(he speaks mentally, so even underwater he can talk to Ezio and the connection can reach pretty far).

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We can also use Altaïr and the funny scenario of him being afraid of water, but still has a mermaid(for the LAST TIME: I'M A MERMAN!) boyfriend. XD Though Desmond would be very helpful for the guy that hides on the boat.

Maybe the treasure in Solomons temple started glowing after the entrance collapsed, distracting the templars enough for a hurt Malik and bruised Kadar to grab it and flee? And on the ride back to Masyaf, during an attempt to cross a river to lose the Templars on their trail, the treasure falls into the water, causing an explosion of light. Kadar was blinded by it, but Malik escaped the worst of it and swears he saw a large dark shape swimming away from the orb before he went to grab it. When he returns to Masyaf, with a dead arm and a mostly blind brother, he still blames Altaïr for everything that went wrong, but knows it could have been so much worse.

Altaïr is sent to find the traitor(the same as cannon), but afterwards is sent to the river Malik experienced the light explosion, to search for whatever came from the treasure. Altaïr curses Malik for his clumsiness, to lose the treasure in the river! If it hadn't been glowing it would have been lost. So Altaïr is in a very bad mood when he reaches the river to start his search. He is forced to spend days following it to the ocean, but when he reaches it, he sees something gold, glittering underneath the waves. Before he can try to even figure out how to get closer without having to get near the water, it moves upwards, revealing a strange creature. A half man, half fish spirit that looks like him, just staring at him from the water. They stay there, staring at each other before the spirit swims back under the water, dissapearing before Altaïr can even utter a sound of suprise. No matter how hard he searches the coast, the spirit does not show itself. Altaïr is once again forced to return to his master with another failure.

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Phew, okay, this took almost an hour to write(i'm a pretty slow typer). XD Words just came pouring out during the Altaïr section. Lol

Additions to the ask from @thedragonqueen1998

Follow up on my Mermaid!Desmond ask:

I completely forgot to add in a description for Desmonds mermaid design. XD I'm a fan of the more spikier designs, so he'd have sharp fins on the side of his tail, a large one on his back, razor sharp claws and webbing on his hands and his ears would be fins. His teeth would be large and sharp and his jaw could almost shoot out like a goblin sharks one. It also opens wise enough that he can bite someones head off. His colouring would be a shiny gold that would dampen the more tired he becomes and the shine would fade if he is sick. So if he spends alot of time in the Venice canals his colours would fade quickly to Ezio's panic. XD He's fine, he just has the mermaid version of the flu.

Additions by teecup:

Desmond being a mermaid during Renaissance Italy would be so fun. Of course, Leonardo would have to paint him, maybe even call him the ‘Siren’ of Greek folklore, going as far as painting what looks like a lot like Templars as the people the supposed Siren drowns.

Centuries later, people would debate if Leonardo Da Vinci’s ‘Siren’ is androgynous or is actually male. Shaun has been part of that debate far too much.

Desmond probably has the habit of lifting his tail then smacking it down, making water splash all around the tank, an instinctive move that mimics humans saying their feet when they’re dangling.

There was actually an ask about what kind of merfolk design would each Assassin have but I can’t find it (as usual).

One of my suggestion for Desmond though is a tail similar to an angler fish like this:

Not exactly like this but a combination of this and your idea of sharp fins. They seem to glow but it’s more noticeable when using Eagle Vision.

Also… the water underneath Monteriggioni is a good place for Desmond to stay as well (although Ezio would be everything to renovate Monteriggioni to have a pond large enough for Desmond, it will become his priority even if they don’t profit from it XD).

If you want an alternative meeting, Ezio could meet Desmond in the underground waters of Monteriggioni while he was exploring Monteriggioni.

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For the AltDes version, I’m just kinda imagining Altaïr would be too stubborn to return to Masyaf until he was certain what he just saw. He had already failed, he can’t afford to fail again.

Both because of his pride and because he had lost faith in Al Mualim and the Brotherhood too much that he actually believes that they would execute him if he failed again.

So he’s just camping there, staring at the waters.

Every time he feels like someone is staring back, the feeling would be gone by the time he turns around.

He had read about many mystical beings that live in the waters and Altaïr had started to write about what he can observe, even going as far as drawing what he could remember of what he saw.

If anyone was to see it, it would look like the ramblings of a man imagining something that doesn’t exist.

Or perhaps they would believe it.

Many people do believe in such rot.

Altaïr did not.

Not until he saw the spirit.

And now…

Altaïr was simply too stubborn to retreat.

He would capture the spirit and drag it back to Masyaf if it’s the last thing he does.

[alex987854]

Leeds Liverpool Canal, Gargrave

[sirensea14]

Yes!! Tell us more about Siren!

Whats her talent??

Where did she come from?? (Like her backstory, her childhood etc..) And why is she homeless??

Whats her powers?

And does she even have friends?? (Aside from the questers ofc)

(I sound like Holly lol)

Heheee.

Her talent is a bit dangerous. Soul Snatch, as the name implies, she can snatch souls out of the toon's body. But she cannot manipulate it to an extent or swap souls with another like Lukahd. But still, its a bit violent for a toon.

When the questers were in Talent Town, the talent seer or the one that checks toons' talents (whatever theyre called), was scared of her. They wanted to rate hers as 5 but she requested it to fall for 1 star. She didnt want to draw much attention to herself, despite the harsh treatment towards 1-star talents. And during the Labyrinth arc, she almost did this to Boris and Mayhem out of self defense. Also this instilled fear to Sarah, so much so that she was 50/50 in sending the Night Terror to go after her.

Her childhood starts at the sea. Shes a mermaid of course. However in one of her play days with her friends (4 y/o), she accidentally got a bit rough and snatched out their soul, causing her to get banished from the Pacific Ocean (she was born in this area). [It was also rumoured that when she was born, she took her mother's life due to her talent and eventually her father too, leaving her orphaned.] Then she travelled everywhere till a human toon found her, she fought back but eventually snatched his soul out, uncontrollably. She ran away again and her fins led her to the atlantic ocean, near the States. And when she arrived there (13y/o) she learnt that she can turn into a human due to snatching numerous souls before her final destination. She did things like hiding, stealing, sleeping under bridges, canals, near rivers and even caves. Until she found a town to reside in, a remote town. She was gaining control over her talent around the age of 15. Siren stole food, clothes, and money and was homeless throughout her journey (16y/o). The police eventually caught her, she got a grasp to her talent and again, tried to resist. But she had no choice, she snatched all of the police officers' souls and also took the other folks because theyre regarded as witnesses.

The town was then empty. Siren have been burying this heavy guilt in her soul. She has taken so many lives.

Thats why she and bendy can relate to each other, they were both orphans and were shunned by people but Siren was... a bit too extreme.

At the age 16, she left the empty town and wandered everywhere, till at the age of 18 she got to Toon Town. She got more careful after that last experience, she laid low, stayed homeless, applied temporary but many jobs at once (hence darkening circles around her eyes even more. It was already dark because of the nightmares and sleepless nights are getting more frequent), and stopped anyone from being friends with her. She didnt want any attachments due to her Soul Snatching talent. But she's also got one more reason why she doesnt want attachements... (I want to say this answer in a separate ask :3 that is, if asked)

She met the questers at the age of 22. First was bendy, when he was chilling at a bar.

She's homeless because she doesnt want any toon near her. She deems herself as an untrustworthy and horrible person. But she also has trust issues and often isolates herself from others.

Her powers include her talent: Soul Snatching, and water manipulation attacks and healing. She is also quite stealthy even at the day, but she prefers sneaking at night. She also has powers to turn her legs into fish tail and vice versa on free will.

Also i forgot to mention, she can sing pretty well that hypnotizes anyone loving babes in her vincinity, like how Ebi did it inher performance in the Dark Circus. But it can still affect anyone depending on what song she sings (ex: lullaby affcets babies and parents, love songs affects men and women etc) It makes them feel strong emotions and you have to actually cover your ears cuz focus cannot prevent you from veing hypnotized.

She doesnt have any particular friends. Prevents attachments. She forced herself to forget her past (but it haunts her, especially during the Labyrinth arc)

And holly would be proud of ya XD

(im lovin these asks tbh)

[scotianostra]

4th January 1803 saw the launch the steamboat, the “Charlotte Dundas”, designed by William Symington.

Charlotte Dundas is regarded as the world's second successful steamboat, the first towing steamboat and the boat that demonstrated the practicality of steam power for ships.

In June 1800, Lord Dundas got approval from the canal company’s directors for a boat to be built, powered by an engine designed by William Symington. The boat was built by Alexander Hart in his Grangemouth boatyard and the horizontal cylinder engine at the Carron Company.

In 1801, Symington patented a horizontal steam engine directly linked to a crank and gained the support of Lord Dundas for a second steamboat, the Charlotte Dundas, which was built in 1802 in Hart’s yard by John Allan. She measured 65ft long, 16ft wide and 8ft deep, it was named after the Lord’s daughter

On its maiden voyage, the Charlotte Dundas on this day in 1803, carried Lord Dundas and a few of his relatives and friends on board. .The twenty-mile trip took six hours, quite slow, yes, but the Charlotte Dundas was also hauling two seventy-ton barges, and it was doing so against strong head winds. In March 1803, the Charlotte Dundas towed two 70-ton barges 19 miles along the Forth and Clyde Canal to Glasgow, taking nine and a quarter hours and demonstrating the practicality of steam power for towing boats.

The Charlotte Dundas has gone down in history as the world’s first practical steam boat. She is famous worldwide as a forerunner of the great American river steamships and Henry Bell’s Comet, and has earned her rightful place in history. The vessel features on Grangemouth’s coat of arms and in many places around the town as well as in museums, on stamps and on coats of arms throughout the world.

Lord Dundas initially ordered eight more steamboats to be built. Then conservative forces rose up against a new (and hence fearful) technology. Opponents argued that the paddle wheel action would erode the canal banks. The enterprise finally collapsed. The Charlotte Dundas was broken up in 1861. Two piece of wood which are remnants of the wooden rudder from the Charlotte Dundas are part of Falkirk Community Trust collection.

The second pic is the wreck of Charlotte Dundas, at Tophill, Lock 10 of The Forth and Clyde Canal, Camelon, Falkirk, circa 1860. The others are a replica of the paddle steamer, which as far as I know is in a boatyard at Arbroath, there are occasional stories in the press saying there are plans to exhibit the 56ft long replica in Grangemouth, but so far it has not come to fruition, which is a shame as I think it sould be a real tourist atraction for the town.

You can find out more about the Charlotte Dundas, and a heritage trail where you can follow in the paddle waves of the historic steamboat http://charlottedundas.com/

[forfuckssakejim]

So I was born in Florida right. And then moved to Chicago when I was 5.

And there’s some swamps and murky rivers and other kinds of bodies of water scattered around the suburbs I live in right. (Mostly scared of the swamps) (also thought there were dolphins in the more murky wider rivers because ya know, sometimes dolphins and whales got swept into the canals)

And for years I was always terrified when we drove past them or were any where near them.

Why?

Because I was convinced (and still am) that there were fucking alligators in them.

And my mom was constantly going “you’re fine. There’s no alligators here.”

She still does this and I’m fucking 27. I don’t trust like that.

And do you wanna guess what happened a few years ago? Take a guess.

There was a fucking alligator in Chicago.

Yes. The city named it Chance the Snapper.

[berylcups]

Dolce’s Full Bio 🍭

Name: Sadako Kyari

Allias (if applicable): Dolce

Namesake: Dolce & Gabbana; Kyari Pamyu Pamyu

Nicknames: Dolcezza, Sada, short stack, short cake, cup cake,

Nicknames for others: Bǎobèi, Tiánxīn, Kě’ài,

Age: 22

Birthday: October 12th

Death day: April 2nd 2001

Cause of Death: drowning; falling into the canal from getting disoriented from hypoglycemia

AMAB/AFAB/Intersex: AFAB

Gender Identity: Cis Female

Height: 5’0

Weight: 100lbs

Handness: right

Hair Color: dark navy blue

Eye Color: teal

Type of Voice: soft, lilted calm. Gets higher pitch when angry

Eyesight:. 20/20

Race: Singaporean Chinese and Japanese

Hometown: Bukit Panjan Singapore

Current Residency: Napoli Italy

Moral Alignment: Neutral evil

MBTI Personality Type (Optional): ESTJ-A

Medical & Dental Health: Hyperthyroidism- is always hungry and feels too warm

Did not develop Wisdom teeth

Mental health:

Severe abandonment issues, OCD, Bipolar Disorder,

Scars/burns/birthmarks/tattoos: Dog bite scar on right ankle

Criminal Record: 2 murders pre-passione

Awards & Education: grew up trilingual- Mandarin, English-Singlish dialect, and Japanese.

Learned Italian from scratch when she was put into boarding school in Napoli. Excelled in geometry, Italian, and Art class.

Went to college for fashion design and excelled but stopped halfway through due to murdering her 2 classmates that sabotaged her coming of age kimono.

Past Experience:

Dolce had to make the choice of who she wanted to live with- her inattentive mom and stepdad that treats her with contempt or her irresponsible father that pays attention but doesn’t always make the right choices.

She picked her father much to his hidden dismay. She traveled a lot with her father as he took hits out for Dio.

He eventually put her in a boarding school in Napoli Italy so she would have some sort of stability. He would visit every so often about once a month. Right before she graduated he suddenly stopped showing up. She didn’t take it too well, he either died due to the hazards of the job or he abandoned her. She has trust and abandonment issues because of this.

Once she started college she went for the fashion designer path. She made some friends along the way and some who weren’t as well meaning as others. 2 students wanted to get ahead of her and decided to sabotage her fashion class final-her coming of age kimono, basically making her fail.

Dolce snapped. With the loss of her family, her hard work, and now her dream of becoming a designer, Dolce felt like life has no meaning for her anymore. She stopped at nothing to find out who destroyed her work and punish them accordingly.

She hunted down and murdered both sabotagers. She killed 1 in the showers with a switchblade she hid in her nether region and the other in her dorm with a seam ripper.

Risotto Nero ran into a distressed Dolce with a large foul smelling suitcase that she was trying to dump into the Sarno river.

Finding her suspicious he interrogates her and finds out the contents of the suitcase to be 2 missing girls from the news that are partially melted and decomposed including the skeleton being melted.

She begs for his silence and not alarm the police so she can stay in Italy. Him being interested in her stand powers let her slide if she joins his hitman team.

She had a lot to prove to the murderous men but they already had been exposed to Calamari and their strange stand powers and proved themselves to be competent.

So they gave Dolce slightly a little more slack than when Calamari started. Calamari with their forensic knowledge helped Dolce to destroy the bodies.

Dolce being the charismatic and ambitious person she is was able to sweet talk herself into a permanent position in the hitman team. That still didn’t excuse her from the usual teasing from the rest of the gang of course. In order to be a hitman you need some thick skin.

Thoughts on love:

Love is a powerful thing that Dolce obsesses over. She only got any love and attention from her maternal grandparents and their Filipino caretaker until her grandparents passed away from cancer and old age. She was neglected and abandoned by her parents so she feels the need to get love and to receive love intensely. It doesn’t matter if it’s physical, emotional, or platonic love. She’s starved of it and she needs it.

Love is the one thing she cannot buy nor a skill that can be mastered. It’s the one thing she wants more than money or fame.

She’s determined to have a family and a partner and to love them more than her parents could ever love her.

Sexual and/or Romantic Identity: Pansexual;Panromantic- masculine leaning

People they like:

She likes people who are open and honest. She likes surrounding herself with people who know what they want. She’s not interested in those who beat around the bush or are into formalities. Be straightforward with her and she will respect you. On the other hand, she feels the need to protect and befriend the shyer soft spoken people. She wants to be around people who have passion and dedication- people with dreams. She’s your hype girl and cheerleader. She might not know anything about what you’re into but she will support you 100% of the way and take the time to learn about your passions.

She also has a soft spot for the elderly and highly respects her elders, excluding her parents.

People they hate:

Dolce looks calm and calculated but… there are a lot of kinds of people that she absolutely hates.

She hates deadbeat parents. Seeing parents not paying attention to their kids as they beg for affection and attention just set a fire inside her. If she has a chance she’d beat that deadbeat whore/bastard with an inch of their life if she had a chance to without traumatizing the kid. Despite that, Dolce is also hypocritical. there’s nothing more than she hates than seeing a happy family. If she can’t buy or work towards it, it will drive her crazy. She never had loving attentive parents and seeing others get that enrages her. She gets a sick satisfaction from targets begging for their lives and to think about their family. She might torture them more by threatening the families lives too or just outright kill the guy in spite for caring about their family.

She hates anyone who gets in the way of her dreams. She has a strong will and won’t allow anyone to stop her. She’s ambitious to the max. She hates her ex friends/ classmates for sabotaging her fashion designs and bullying her. She absolutely hates Giorno because his dream clashes with hers. She wants the drug money for herself and her team. Despite that, she admires Giornos unstoppable ambition and yet it annoys her and she wants to destroy it. She’s so ambitious to the point of self destruction. She knows she won’t be able to live her dreams if she self-destructs but her desire to destroy her enemies outweighs her desire for her dreams.

She hates Mista because he’s a nuisance that’s in her way. Getting shot in the arm and ruining her shirt already puts you on her shit list. She wouldn’t love more than to see him get frozen to death or watch him melt into a disgusting puddle of filth.

Dreams for the future:

Her true dreams died the minute her final project- coming of age kimono was sabotaged.

In passione her dream is to obtain the drug money and achieve enough wealth and power in order to make her father want to come back and be proud of her so they can be a family again. She also dreams of tying the knot with her partner and having a family. But she wants to be the one to pop the question to her ice gremlin.

Relationships(name a person that they have a connection to and what their relationship is like[friend, enemy, Ex, current lover, family , etc.]):

Kaede Kyari - Maternal Grandmother- Deceased

Hiroshi Kyari - Maternal Grandfather- Deceased

Sachiko Kyari -Estranged Mother

Unnamed Abusive stepfather - Estranged

Rubber Soul - Absent/Deadbeat Father

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Ghiaccio- Best Friend & Partner

Melone- Best friend

Risotto- Leader

Formaggio- good friend

Pesci- good friend

Sorbet- parental figure

Gelato- parental figure

Illuso- tolerates in small doses

Prosciutto- tolerates in small doses

Quotes (what do they say often? What’s their life’s motto?):

“Wah lau!(omg) ONLY 20 million lira? Between all of us??? No fair!”

“Hěn hǎo!”(very good !)

“Tā mā de!” ( oh fuck/damn it!)

“I am NOT CHINESE. I speak Chinese. I am from SINGAPORE. How about you travel the world a bit mirror man???”

“To take a leaf out of one’s book means to copy what someone else does. The leaf means loose leaf paper, to rip a page out of a book and plagiarize the information. Oh… you still think it’s stupid ? I know it’s upsetting to you but it isn’t worth getting worked up over it, BǎoBèi.”

“God! You know it gets me frisky when you’re forceful and angry!”

Hobbies; fashion design, sewing, knitting, Chinese calligraphy , practicing Italian, teaching Chinese (she can be harsh when it comes to others not knowing their tones),

Habits & quirks :

has an oral fixation- so she’s always sucking on lollipops or chewing gum or sucking on hard candy

likes to pace around the room- hates standing /sitting still,

eats twice the amount of carbohydrates and sugar a normal person eats for her stand,

She is equally Singaporean Chinese and Japanese but identifies more as Singaporean Chinese since living with her father the longest.

Gets up ridiculously early-5am,

Her morning routine must never be interrupted or else her whole day is “ruined”

She has OCD and has some strong superstitions,

She transliterates all of Italian cities and foods in katakana so she can pronounce them better

Others find it “quirky “ or weird but her vehicle of choice is a creeper van. She says it’s for extra storage, but based on the suspicious stains she might have been using her van for “work” as well. And “its all I can afford !” She claims.

Pet peeves: hates writing in red ink-believes ones life is cut short when names are written in red

People not using correct tones for Chinese words-

Cutting noodles and pasta

People only liking things because it’s “popular” and not just liking them to like them. (Ex-liking Rolex watches only because they are expensive)

Misidentifying her nationality

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Notes: I hope I made my Dolce interesting enough… I’ve been working on her back story for about two years 😭 she was originally going to be a part 4 character but I had a random thought while watching part 5… what if she went delulu for the most feral gremlin looking mofo ever??? Nerds need love too so I slapped her and Ghia together and it just STUCK. I can’t undo it. They are inseparable 😭💖💙 I’m sorry lmao