#alphabet lore ty

[candycryptids]

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

for Tuesday and Chuu

“Miss Chuu’s best trait? Mmm… You said this is an interview for your retelling of the Warriors of Light and their journey, right? I’d say it’s her unshakeable resolve. She decides she’s going to do something, and she doesn’t give up until it’s done. Ah… I’m not allowed to speak more on Miss Chuu without her presence, my apologies, mister Levraut.”

“You broke into my house,”

“Your lovely wife let me in actually,”

“To wake me up from my nap and interrogate me on my assistant,”

“Interview, Mademoiselle, not interrogate. Though I am sorry for waking you, your eyes were open so I assumed-”

“Ah-ta-ta. You wanted to know Two’s best trait right? Adaptability. Any environment, any obstacle… he’s got brains enough to figure the way through most anything. And failing that? He knows a top notch engineer in Magitek to kit him with the right tools to overcome his few shortcomings. Hey wait did you fucking call me a mad gazelle, you lop-eared scab?!”

“Thank you for your time, both of you. I have just one more question before I consider this interview complete and I let you both go back to your.. erm, busy schedules. What would you say is each others weakest trait?”

“I knew it! This IS an interrogation! Two, don’t-”

“Ah, that would be Miss Chuu’s paranoia, mister Levraut. Most of her other traits net positive gain,”

“Watch your mouth, Two.”

“That is.. ah, her paranoid trait has served to pull her out of many situations she would have landed in had they not afforded her foresight and caution to approach most situations.”

“Two’s worst trait is how I just can’t seem to keep mad at him when he finds and exploits loopholes in whatever rules I’ve set for him. And last week I asked him to bring me lunch, and he was nowhere to be seen for nearly six bells.”

“… Miss Chuu, if I may, you were in Azys La, and you called me via Linkpearl to bring you specifically egg sandwiches from the Bismark, even utilizing the Aethernet it takes time… and when I arrived at your last marked location you were nowhere to be found.”

[Duo Oc Ask Meme !]

[somer-writes]

Please lore dump about your fic. Please 🥺

YES FUCK!!!! ok so i really want to talk about ordon-hyrule!!

so we know there are 4 light spirits, 3 of which are named after the goddesses (lanayru, eldin, faron) and a fourth which is ordona. SO i think this could mean that ordon was (a) not commonly subscribed to the hylian faith and (b) independent from hyrule. hylians specifically have pointed ears to hear the goddess but ordon is exclusively populated by humans (which we do see both in hyrule proper).

therefore h/c is that ordon was brought into hyrule within the current dynasty of the royal family (likely preceding king harkinian since rusl lives in ordon but we know that he's from hyrule originally.

the current dynasty has overseen civil wars (since at least time's birth per the manga) and imperialism (hyrule absorbing ordon, death mt, and the zora domain)

Fun Facts!!

-> ordon is both the province/territory and the name of Ordon Village. for political logistics the crown declared ordon village (the closest to the border) the capital.

-> ordon has no centralized government and is instead a series of scattered farming villages with local mayors who convene cyclically from village to village. ordonian fashion is commonplace but the style of knot used to tie the sash is a good tip off on which village an ordonian comes from

-> ordonians are largely spiritual. no central power, no central religion. most of them don't worship hylia as a goddess but instead treat her as a regional deity of hyrule. they instead offer prayers/offerings to river/forest/etc spirits

-> ordon and hyrule share a common tongue (with some dialect/accent inconsistencies) but ordon's written language came long after hyrule's. ordon has a largely oral tradition (folk tales are extremely important to passing down their history). ordon's common alphabet has a few quirks. ch/sh are written using the same symbol, rather than a 'w' they use 'vv', 'll' is common in place of a y or ie.

-> ordon is not difficult to get to but the easiest way is the long way. ordonians don't typically venture into hyrule but their crops/wool are so valuable that merchants come to the province for them. ordonians usually trade for stock rather than purchase. it's likely sera spent some time in hyrule or set up the shop as a savvy way to attract merchants

-> hylians look down on ordonians as being "simple folk" mostly for their accents and how simple ordonian dress seems (although sash tying is something most hylians can't do properly)

[elkkiel]

okay so i listened to the summoning and take me back to eden (it autoplayed so i figured i might as well listen it to it) and. wow. not what i expected at all! i'm a big fan of songs shifting genres and it looks like they do that for all of their songs so thats really cool!!

i would love to listen to any more reccomendations you have, since typically i enjoy music that's faster paced. i really really liked the summoning though, and the lyrics for take me back to eden. wow. like. WOW. i did research into their lore and it bangs so damn hard

thanks for the rec :)

(also, sorry about the a/b/o stuff with other fandoms :( i love talking about it for pwp reasons and socioeconomic theorizing reasons so my blog is a safe place for that stuff if you want :))

I am absolutely elated that you like what you've heard so far!!!! And also so so sorry for the rabbit hole you're going to fall down with these guys

I would honestly recommend the whole Take Me Back to Eden album as a new listener—I looped it for practically a month straight when I first found them haha. It's a great sampler of their range and by far the most refined, cohesive release of their main 3 LPs.  

Beyond just getting you to listen to a whole album in one sitting, here's some of their popular songs/singles:

(Btw, there's a TON of good live recordings for some of these as well; they sound just as good, if not better, on stage as they do in-studio)

Alkaline

This is the one with the sexy banner/mic stand stroking lol. It's a sensual, synth-y intro leading into a hell of a headbanger with chuggy guitars

The Summoning

Mentioning this for the live performances in particular. Vessel goes CRAZY with his live vocals, there's a huge drum solo in that atmospheric part, and a LOT of on-stage shenanigans to be had. It's the song that made them blow up HARD, and for a good reason.

Rain (ty @tonguetyd for the rec lol, here's a last-minute addition)

This is another great sample of Vessel's vocals, especially in the intro. It starts slower with the solo piano but gets really powerful in the second half. A personal and fan-favourite for sure!

Hypnosis

If you vibe with Alkaline, you'll vibe with Hypnosis. It's like ultra-concentrated, pathetic sopping wet paper towel levels of yearning with groovy, heavy breakdowns

The Offering

A setlist staple that'll make you want to dive headfirst into the nearest mosh pit. This is a good example of the music tying into the lore/story behind the band as well, if you're interested in that kind of lore analysis

Jaws

An oldie but a fan favourite! It might just be me but it kinda gives me Bring Me the Horizon vibes, so if you like them then you'll probably like Jaws as well

Vore

Yes, it's called Vore. Welcome to Sleep Token lol. It's one of their heaviest songs with lots of harsh vocals (Vessel really shows off his higher range here) and super groovy, dynamic instrumentals. Personal fave tbh, it's at the top of my Spotify repeats playlist

And finally, the lore 🥰🥰 I've only been here a short time and still have yet to discover a lot of their story, but here's an overview of the band history and lore, as well as an in-depth interview with Vessel from 2017. They like to add a lot of Easter eggs to their releases (they created a whole ass alphabet/cypher to go along with Take Me Back to Eden), and the fans go WILD with theories and analysis!

Anyways I'm gonna cut off the infodump there haha. Please let me know what you think and if you run across anything else (songs, lore, etc.) that you liked!!

(Also ty for the omega solidarity 😌 the sleep token fandom is so much fun and still exists in the same weirdo-freak realm as dtblr omegaverse-enthusiasts lol. There's just far less *actual* omegaverse here.

I've been spoiled by the sheer amount of a/b/o content and normalization in the dteam fandom that normal amounts of fandom a/b/o feel like total deprivation. If you ever feel like sharing I'm always down for theories and headcanons too btw. It's such a fun, complex trope and I love to see what others think)

[jassygay]

other art day again part 4 2021-2023

Nonbinary’s old style (2023

Alphabet lore ocs as kids (Phu is the youngest and 14 yos) Alphabet lore brings me back good memories and being us back good memories :( (2023)

Darker’s sh!ty crusty musty busty and dusty @$$ old style (2022-2023) this scares the sh!t out of me

Crusty @$$ eyes again (2023)

Ian’s old style (2023)

I was about to draw Jassy again (2023)

Unfinished art of Noxy (2023)

This art for Valentine’s Day that I forgot the date :( (2023)

[syrips]

L, M, N, O, P for OC Alphabet Soup!

OMG TY SO MUCH!! u chose some super fun PCs hehe!! ty!!

Liliana (she/her Human Rogue) - oooh, shes someone that i havent played or drawn yet but shes got trauma!! she uh. may or may not be a shameless potential reincarnation, who knows njfdsnjgfdsg-. ALSO!! she's a secret santa! like. she makes plushies and sneaks them to secretly give them to people near their windows. (which is why rogue is fitting for both sneak and her ability with needles hehe)

Merry Sew (any pronouns) - ooh merry sew is gonna be so fun. theyre literally like, chaotic insane unhinged vibes and im so ready to play them. most likely they will be humanoid or have some sort or mortal race. theyre not immortal but im still debating on their race/class/background

Naranja Habanera / Nara Nera (she/her) - yess! i made this before i learned about BG3 lore but she's a worshipper of bhaal (bg3 just makes this better, cant wait to play her)!! she wears bandages and covers her eyes because, well. i just really wanted a covered face PC. she is inspired visually by medusa from the fate franchise. and i love medusa so yea. but her personality is uh. very neat where she's like. trying to suppress her urges and has no morality code at all. i love drawing her with restrained hands because she slaughters less when restrained. but she attacks with her legs holding a weapon instead! her fighting style is cool where she moves/twirls like a dancer, and i adore drawing her. i will prob draw her again really soon. i love her so much shes such an insane baby. the best way to play her in campaigns is to literally have her in parole, hehe. (even better if another PC is her 'parole officer'). she's basically a rapid dog that they can let her loose on enemies, which she'll gladly oblige. as long as shes killing someone.

O - wow i literally DONT have a PC named with O.... uhhh... hm.. fdsfdsgv-

Pistacia Ajnacard / Pistachio (any pronouns, magic multiclass/rogue) - omg i love pistacia!! she's a clown elf! honk honk!. she has a very uh. easygoing personality. she's also great at therapy. shes like, so nice that people think she's secretly a serial killer or something. not her fault she's so skilled with juggling daggers. she loves to make balloons and normal clown stuff. she's a very normal clown! honk honk!

[ambereddragonfire]

Not exactly a question about the lore of your ocs but i was wondering : how did you get the idea to name them all after food/drinks ? And how did you get the name Mojito for our guy ? :3

(also still not over one of the characters being called Kouign-amann lol, it was the first time i saw someone mention this dish outside of France !! So very cool !!)

Ty for the question!!

Im not entirely sure how i got to the name Mojito, i was looking for something cool and aloof, and secret agents often seem to have some connection to drinks? I don’t think i had any other name options for him, i was fairly sold on the name after it came to mind. he always felt like a „starts with an M“ kind of guy when i made him.

As for the other agents, i wanted to name them in the same fashion as Mojito, to show they belong to the same agency… So theyre all named after cocktails or other alcoholic drinks, going thru the alphabet over the years up until O currently. Some letters can also have multiple agents as the agency usually promotes a few at a time. Only the S-ranked agents get code names, the other use their legal names. (not entirely ironed out that plot point yet)

Mojitos family is named after coffee themed drinks mostly bc the parents thought it was funny since their last name is Brewer. Theyre just regular civilians, and named the kids after the brown color tint of their ears.

As for Kouign-Amann… There was some process. The original idea was for him to be called „Mocktail“ because he wasnt one of the S-Rank agents with the code names, but still acted like it. Then it turned into him having a prosthetic tail. Then i wanted to make him a member of a rivaling agency, wanted to have a parallel for Mojitos agency naming the agents after beverages, and went for pastries as names. Then i scratched that plot point and made him a member of the same agency after all, but he still kept Kouign-Amann as his name. I suppose it’s his legal name now!

(i didnt know of this dish either before, but i googled french pastries and this one looked SO delicious and also had the right vibes i wanted as a name for him)

Most of the other agency staff and civilians have regular people names. The agents really are just Like That.

Also fun fact, Mojitos legal name used to be Macchiato Brewer! :3

He finds it kind of ironic how he went from one drink to another.

[eclaire-went-bam]

hi can i post my kagepro lgbtq hcs at almost 3 am

Sorry guys i'm in a silly mood

am ok ty my fellow comrades in arms i hope u guys like

urrm i hope u guys like a tad bit of mogai

uhmm part 1 cus i ran outta tumblr room. maybe will make a part 2 idk

anyways happy thanksgiving if you celebrate

okok ayano hihii ayano consumed every gender it is pan² that is just what i have foreseen and she goes by she/her & it/its also i am so sorry if some of this is unreadable my eyes are Closing i have nearly dropped my phone on my face so many times now

now azamiii she is genderfaun & will go by she/he. does have a complicated relationship with gender because it is a human social construct. actually would not know about modern more complex gender identities but maybe if he did he'd vibe w this ??? urhm. also demisexual there's that too

rubs hands together ENE

advertfluid, ace and biromantic becauseee i felt like itt???? goes by it/its, cy/cyber, and en/ene. takane in life in the silly canon in my head was super into mogai, though never really was open about it and did not adopt the neos until en became ene. in life it would prefer not to be called by any honourific at all, though as ene cy doesn't care you can use anything

speaking of takane uhm

it told haruka of some of the Mogai Lore™ and he just kinda soaked it up. bro is. long word incoming. abalienobaonic because the definition and lore yay!! oriented aroace. he/him

congrats on hibiya for the most eyebleeding one i am so sorry

he's just a little boything. he/they. amanteromantic vibes but they probably wouldn't even know what that means honestly that's also a long one

by contrast hiyori's is pretty !!

demigirl she/him & trixic but for hiyori specifically she would not give two cents until highschool

konohaaa hihi

they are voidaroace (i couldn't find a flag for that so i just squished the voidaro and voidace ones tteehee). also gendervoid. it is actually perfectly fine with any pronoun but has greatest affinity towards they/it. bro is just vibing. so me fr ! ! (?)

heehee seto looks so silly in this photo

Anyways ri is froggigender (actually so upset he's covering the adorable frog on the flag) and goes by he/him and ri/rib. poly!! jazz hands

marryyyy isss a girlthing and ace multiromantic. mostly uses she/they but also finds it fun to experiment!! like azami, marry is also pretty unfamiliar with a lot of Gender Stuff™ but now she treats gender like pokémon and wants to collect them all they find it so entertaining

momo my belovrvfvfbxäisj

momo is aporagender bc she just is;; and angled aroace enbian. uses she/her, per/per, and fae/faer. maybe not the leader of the mekameka dan, but os the leader of the alphabet mafia (ilovehersomuch)

[elum4x]

Hi @doctordixon @willgraham-clizzy ty for tagging me in the 15 questions - 15 people post !! I'm making a new one cause I'm too tired to actually tag ppl but I wanted to answer these for y'all !

1. are you named after anyone?

yes, I adopted the name Nea after an ancestor

2. when was the last time you cried?

watching a video of someone else watching the hunger games at the part where prim died :( like 5 days ago

3. do you have kids?

I'm a "my cat is my baby" person and too young for human kids yet imo

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

depends on who I'm talking to, but yes. the most around my family and old friends

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

IRL: what they're wearing. online: whether or not they capitalize things

6. what’s your eye colour?

dark brown... practically pupil-less

7. scary movies or happy ending?

I like both, it depends on the mood I'm in! more often happy

8. any special talents?

I'm can recite the English alphabet backwards really fast … I'm also really good at carrying a lot of separate items at once without dropping anything

9. where were you born?

in the midwestern US

10. what are your hobbies?

making playlists/discovering music, writing (fanfic, regular fiction, dnd lore), drawing/painting/coloring, fiber arts, playing D&D and board games, going to museums

11. do you have any pets?

yes I have a cat and there's also a crab that lives in my house but I rarely see him

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play soccer (9 yrs) and basketball and volleyball briefly. I also got a varsity letter for marching band in HS

13. how tall are you?

5'5" ish. very average

14. favourite subject at school?

in HS it was AP Bio, now it's History !

15. dream job?

if I'm REALLY dreaming, caretaker of a food forest, with healthcare benefits and PTO somehow and a very short commute aka I live there. would also love to be paid to do archival research

--

I have around 15 followers on this blog lol so if you see this I'm tagging you <3 feel free to reblog or tag me so I can see ur answers!

[jassumkiddos]

alphabet lore by mike salcedo https://youtu.be/OrxXnOmswSE

Feels like I'm watchijng coconelon star wars ty

[leafith]

I love your Alphabet Lore drawings! <3

AWWWWWWWE TY! 🤍🥺

[dailyfantastic]

IT’S ONLY FOREVER: THE ETERNALS RECAP PART 4

JUST THE GIRL: ETERNALS ISSUE 4

Jack Kirby had a type.

I don’t mean the gruff, down-to-earth, hardworking types like Ben Grimm and Oberon that feel somewhat inspired by his actual persona. I mean, Jack Kirby had a type, in the “ooh, Jack Kirby likes a girl!”  kinda way.

We know a lot about Jack Kirby’s relationship to Roz Goldstein, and how she served as the inspiration for Big Barda. That says a lot, honestly, and is why I speculate that Jack Kirby just really liked tough, confident, powerful, fun-loving women. 

Depicted: Big Barda fits into my favorite category: women who could absolutely kill me with minimal effort

I would argue that Jack Kirby was right about a lot of things and boy, this sure is one of them. This kind of character is a wonderful archetype in every story it appears, and also, real people who are like this are also wonderful. This describes Barda to a T, and I’d argue it also describes Sersi in The Eternals.

And this is why Sersi is the only good Eternal...

We met Sersi in the last issue, clad in her signature one-piece bathing suit getup, and reminiscing about how much she misses the parties of Ancient Greece. This is, of course, a huge swerve from the rest of the first three issues, which contain extremely self-serious lore and Ikaris knocking Margo unconscious because her dad told him to.

Depicted: Eternals show up in the most unexpected places, like one of the most populous and diverse cities on Earth(?)

In this issue, we learn more about Sersi, specifically that she loves rearranging the atoms in things to turn them into other things. Such things include “doing close-up magic to impress Merlin” and “turning all of Ulysses’s men into hogs” because yup, she’s that Circe. 

(Aside: Margo is told that Sersi’s name is spelled that way because the Greeks spelled it wrong, which doesn’t explain either the fact that the Greeks use a different alphabet than we do and the other fact that Margo had not seen Sersi’s name written down so wouldn’t realize it was spelled differently)

Sersi is fun, a breath of fresh air in a fairly stuffy series. Building off of what was discussed in the last installment of It’s Only Forever, she’s the only character in this series who feels like a Marvel protagonist. Honestly, she plays with a trope Marvel wouldn’t really return to until She-Hulk.

Depicted: This is Sersi’s reaction to turning Deviants into lizards and folks, I love Sersi

Sersi isn’t largely important to the main plot of the Eternals. She acts as Margo’s bodyguard in this particular storyline and then kinda just appears to be a flirty, chaotic-good force throughout the entire run. She sticks around, because  Jack Kirby clearly likes her a lot. I’m glad she does.

(Aside: Sersi will be played by Gemma Chan in the MCU Eternals movie, which feels like a good choice. However, you may remember she previously played Minn-Erva (That One Kree Woman Captain Marvel Fought in Captain Marvel), and folks, I am not ready for jokes / fan theories / fan works about this fact. I’m just not strong enough. Wasn’t Chris Evans Johnny Storm enough??)

Sersi’s not the only way this issue marks an improvement for the Eternals (a series I already liked, but still). The plot really picks up as Kro sends all of his devilish hench-Deviants to attack Manhattan. We don’t get a ton of superhero action; it’s more of a sci-fi B-horror movie as devils menace cops and Kro laughs maniacally about it.

Kro’s plan is that if he can convince humans that demons have returned to Earth (from outer space), they’ll start panicking and lash out at anything different from them, which will get them to attack the Celestials. (You’ll remember that Kro and his Deviants hate the Celestials because they like doing crimes and the Celestials don’t want that.)

Depicted: Folks, I think I like Kro as a villain???

I’ve been listening to a lot of the amazing podcast You’re Wrong About, which spends a lot of time discussing the real-world Satanic Panic. (You should listen to the episodes on Michelle Remembers if you want more context). It’s fantastic that The Eternals is playing around with the same idea, tying fear of the abstract evil of Satan to escalating fear of anything and anyone unusual. This is where, despite all the sci-fi weirdness, the series finally seems like it’s trying to comment on real-world issues, which is always where comics excel.

Also in this issue, Ikaris gets knocked unconscious by a BRAIN MINE and then gets sealed into a torpedo and shot into the ocean, so that’s a positive as well.

Depicted: he deserves it

The Eternals might be just the series I was looking for after all.

And coming next time: what do Eternals do for fun? It’s not what you expect. I promise that.

[team-free-will-oneshots]

Breaking Point

Title: Breaking Point (part five of the ‘Buried Secrets’ series) Summary: Dean realises exactly how badly he messed up - but you’re not ready to forgive him. When you and Sam get even closer on a hunt, how much of a rift will be driven between you and Dean? Will you ever be able to cross it? Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (fem pronouns) (mostly sam x reader in this part) Warnings: some swearing, Angst™, canon-typical violence, also more angst :(  Word Count: 4,811 (its a long one, sorry...)

note; ok so this part is based around 11x07, ‘Plush’ - I stayed somewhat true to canon but ended up tying up the hunt a lot more quickly and easily than the episode for my own convenience lmao. also sam isn’t having the visions from “God” in this series, at least it’s not gonna be brought up bc that’s all just A Lot for me to try and keep track of and i wanna keep focus on the fic plot not canon lol, sorry! anyways hope u enjoy this part!

Part One | Two | Three | Four

Masterlist

It was too bright, and his head hurt. It was almost enough to make him forget the events that had transpired the night prior - almost.

Dean rubbed his tired eyes as he stumbled to the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee as he bit back a yawn. He poured a cup and stared at the nearly-full pot for a few moments before realising no one was coming to join him. Right - Sam had taken your side.

The anger raging through his veins had burned out long ago, replaced only with a hollow feeling of guilt that made him feel sick to his stomach as his brutal words bounced around the chambers of his mind. The hurt in your eyes was branded into his brain, and he clenched his jaw as he recalled your timid voice, your shaking hands as you fled from him as though you were scared of him.

Scared.

Of him.

As if he could ever hurt you.

But you did, his brain whispered. Dean slammed his mug down on the table, hot coffee splashing onto his hands, the tiny droplets scalding his skin as he swore and shook them off. He clenched his fist midair, bringing it to crash back against the wood of the table. He felt so guilty - why did he feel so guilty? You lied to him, lied to Sam, to Cas, to everyone - and he was the one feeling bad?

But the spark of anger fizzled before it could grow, and he resolved to set his feelings aside, at least for now. He was good at that - avoiding things. It was practically in his Winchester genes to ignore his emotions until they broke him. And he wasn’t at breaking point - not yet, at least.

Dean’s fingers found his phone, and he toyed with it absentmindedly, thumb hovering over your number, and then Sam’s. After staring at it a little longer than he’d have liked to admit, he slipped it back into his pocket. You weren’t coming back - not yet, at least. But even though you were gone, Amara was still a threat. Weird connection to her or not, he needed to find a way to get rid of her.

Assigning his pain to the backseat, Dean hit the books.

---

“Hello, Dean.”

The eldest Winchester started awake, the shape of the book before him sharply imprinted onto his cheek. He rubbed it, wincing his bleary eyes at the discomfort.

“Cas?” he groaned. “What is it?”

“Have you slept?” The angel’s voice was weighed with concern, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Obviously,” he muttered, wiping the dried spit crusted at the corner of his mouth as he swallowed back the unpleasant taste an unexpected nap always left. “Found anything?”

“Nothing new,” Cas said, glancing around the empty bunker. “Where are Y/N and Sam? Shouldn’t they be helping you research?” he asked disapprovingly, and Dean chuckled dryly.

“I haven’t heard from them in two days,” he said, plastering on a humourless grin. Castiel’s brow creased.

“Are they on a hunt? They could be hurt, we should-”

“No, they’re not on- Y/N’s a witch,” Dean blurted, and Castiel’s eyebrows flitted skywards in surprise.

“A witch?”

“You heard me,” Dean growled, turning back to the books. “She- she used a hex bag on me, so I kicked her out. Sam went after her - texted me, told me not to follow ‘em.”

“That doesn’t sound like Y/N,” Cas remarked, and Dean scoffed.

“Yeah, tell me about it. She said it was to help me, whatever that’s meant to mean,” he muttered. Cas gave him a knowing look, and Dean’s defences shot up.

“What? I’m fine, I don’t need help!” he said angrily, and Cas made a disbelieving sound.

“Right. Of course not. Have you considered that Y/N might just have been worried about you, and really did want to help?” Cas prompted, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Of course I have, Cas. But that doesn’t justify her lying about being a monster! We’ve known her years, and she never told us the truth!” he exclaimed. Cas hummed disapprovingly.

“Dean, you know that witches aren’t all bad. You just happen to have a great deal of experience weeding out the… bad apples,” he said slowly. “Can you really blame her for keeping it a secret, considering how you’ve reacted?”

Dean’s jaw ticked, and your teary face flashed again into his mind. He wondered how long you’d cried - if Sam had comforted you, like the big softie he was. If you’d thought about him at all the last few days. If you wished he’d reacted differently. ‘Cos god, he was wishing that right about now, too.

“She-she’s dangerous,” Dean protested lamely.

“If you really believed that, you would never have let Sam go after her alone,” Cas reminded him gently, and he couldn’t find the words to argue back. He let his eyes fall on the yellowed paper before him, the fading ink blurring into a meaningless jumble of letters as he struggled to make sense of the mass of emotions tangled amongst his thoughts.

“Why was I so angry?” he asked eventually. “She lied to me, and- and I was so pissed. But now I just… I miss her,” he admitted. Cas offered a tight, sympathetic smile.

“You do have a tendency to lash out when you’re hurt,” he informed the Winchester. “I know that better than most. And it’s understandable that you could feel… betrayed,” Castiel continued slowly, and Dean grunted in agreement.

“Yeah, well, she did lie to me,” he muttered.

“So has Sam. And I, in the past. Don’t be angry, but… you do tend to latch onto small things to push people away. And I know,” Cas interjected as Dean opened his mouth to protest, “this isn’t exactly a tiny secret. But I think that the reason why she kept it was quite clear. The real question is - why did you feel the need to push her away in the first place?”

Dean swallowed hard, hating that the angel was right in his analysis, and hating even more how obvious the answer seemed to him now. Why had he pushed you away, just as you were starting to get close?

The answer came to him as easily as the alphabet. Because he didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve your concern, your care, your smiles. And above all, he certainly didn’t deserve your love. He didn’t deserve to be happy with you - he knew he’d only bring you down.

And so, Dean had done what Dean did best - found a means to push you away. To alienate himself from you, so that even if he changed his mind, you wouldn’t want to be with him after the way he had wronged you. So that you could be free of him. And it just so happened that your newly exposed identity as a witch was the perfect excuse to slice a rift between you.

Dean ran his hands over his face as he groaned. “God, Cas, she was just trying to help. She was trying to help me and I was such a fucking dick to her. How do I go back from that?” he asked helplessly, voice cracking as he raised his head to meet Castiel’s eyes. The angel’s face was solemn.

“I’d imagine you start with an apology.”

Dean sighed, mouth half open to speak when his phone vibrated against the table. His jaw fell closed, and he shot Cas a tense look before holding the phone up to his ear.

“Dean,” he muttered.

“Hiya, Dean!” Donna’s cheerful voice greeted. “Look, it could be nothing, but I might have a case for ya…”

---

You glanced up from your book as Sam’s phone vibrated across the room - the youngest Winchester had gone for a walk to clear his head from the seemingly endless lore and news articles the two of you had been picking apart since your hasty departure from the bunker. Sighing, you heaved yourself to your feet, rubbing at your temple absentmindedly as you glanced at the caller ID.

Dean.

Breath catching in your throat, you set your jaw and purposefully declined the call. Thoughts of the eldest Winchester didn’t bring you sadness, not anymore - instead, they fuelled your system with rage. How could he treat you like that, say those things to you after all you’d been through together? You humphed in annoyance, and just as you were about to re-take your seat, the phone began its incessant buzzing once more. Defeated, you held the phone up to your ear, bracing yourself for what was to come.

“Sam’s phone,” you said tersely, and the line fell dead silent.

“Y/N?” Dean asked, voice barely rising above a whisper. You cleared your throat, careful to keep your voice steady as you responded.

“That’s me - the one you kicked out, remember?” you said brightly, though your voice was underlaid with acidic anger that corroded your cheerful tone.

“I remember,” Dean muttered. “Y/N, I-”

The door opened, and you exhaled in relief as you pulled the phone from your ear. “Sam, it’s your brother,” you said stiffly, and Sam quirked an eyebrow before accepting the phone in your extended hand.

“Dean?” he asked in surprise, and you picked up your book again as Sam walked into the bathroom, closing the door while he continued the conversation with his brother. You heard his voice rise in irritation, but after a few more moments, he walked out with a defeated expression.

“Donna needs help on a hunt,” he said apologetically, beginning to gather his things. You jumped up and began to prepare your own, but paused at the confused expression clouding Sam’s face.

“Uh… Dean’s gonna be there. You don’t have to come,” he told you, and you shrugged half-heartedly.

“I feel so cooped up in here, I honestly don’t care. A hunt would do me some good - help me get out some pent up anger,” you explained, and Sam frowned but didn’t object again. “So, what are we looking at?” you asked.

“Uh, Dean said something about a “killer bunny,” Sam said, and you shot him a confused look.

“A what?”

“That’s all he said - it might not even be our kind of thing. I say we go down, give Donna some peace of mind, and if it’s not our kinda gig we let the police take it from there,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s hop on down and check out this killer bunny,” you said, smiling cheekily. Sam groaned.

“Really, Y/N?” he asked, though his tone was tinged with amusement. “Puns?”

“Hey, maybe it was an accident - you really ought to stop jumping to conclusions,” you defended, and he rolled his eyes.

“An accident? Yeah, I doubt it - you’re hardly being subtle,” he replied, and you grinned slyly.

“I guess you could even say I’m dangling a carrot in front of your face,” you pressed, and Sam turned to you in exasperation.

“You done?” he asked, despite the smile playing on his features. You grinned.

“Not even close.”

“Well, I’m putting an official ban on rabbit puns for at least the ride down,” Sam said, and you pouted.

“Why?” you whined, and he shot you a playful grin.

“They’re just not bunny.”

---

A pun-filled car ride later, the two of you strode into Donna’s precinct in your FBI getups, where Dean was already waiting for you.

“Sorry if we’re a hare late, traffic was a nightmare,” you greeted, pointedly ignoring Dean as you gave a laughing Donna a hug. Sam rolled his eyes fondly, and you winked at him before your sights fell on Dean. His eyes met yours, and he quickly lowered his gaze, clearing his throat before turning to Donna.

“So, what makes you think this is our kind of thing?” he asked. Donna explained the situation - gruesome murder, and an apprehended perp whose mask refused to budge. You whistled as she finished.

“Well, it’s certainly a hare-raising tail, but I’m not sure it’s our thing,” you said with a mischievous smile. Donna laughed, Sam rolled his eyes affectionately, and Dean tried a tentative smile of his own.

You ignored it.

“Yeah, but if uh, you’ve got a wild hare...” he added playfully. “See what I did there?” Donna laughed again, but you rolled your eyes and acted as though he hadn’t spoken, refusing to even meet his gaze. His heart sank, and the smile fell from his face.

A short while later, Donna led the three of you to the holding cells, where you frowned at the sight before you.

“Any witnesses?” Sam asked, and Donna nodded.

“Ex-wife - thought she was next, but the bunny just up and walked out the door!” she exclaimed.

“You ID him yet?” Dean queried, and Donna shook her head.

“Nope. No wallet, cell… ran his prints, but no prior record. Couldn’t even get our hands on him long enough to check for any identifying marks. Only thing we do know is he’s caucasian, roughly eighteen to twenty-five… and terrifying,” she breathed.

Donna was called away by Officer Stover, leaving the three of you, plus bunny, alone. You frowned, stepping closer and squinting at the bloodied mask.

“Are we sure it’s not just a really committed furry?” you asked slowly. Sam’s brow furrowed.

“What’s a-”

Dean frantically shook his head at his brother. “You don’t wanna know,” he interrupted, and the exaggerated fear in his voice brought a smile to your face. You quickly composed your expression, clearing your throat as Dean stepped forward and threw some mocking quips at the masked figure.

“What, took too much molly? Super-glued your mask to your head? Got paranoid, stabbed a guy? Been there,” he chuckled, and you scoffed. Dean turned around, frowning at your reaction, and the bunny seized the moment of distraction to grab him by the neck and slam him against the bars of the holding cell.

Sam busted out the holy water, to no avail. “Not a demon,” he remarked. You stood to the side, panic flaring in your chest at the sight of Dean struggling. No no no no no!

“Well, he’s strong!” Dean snapped, and Sam grabbed the bunny’s hands, trying to pry them off his brother’s neck. You rubbed your temple, trying to soothe your stress headache and willing yourself to think when it hit you.

“Wait, I’ve got this,” you muttered, pushing Sam back as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“Any time now, Y/N!” Dean pressed.

“Shut it!” you snapped, before thrusting your hands forward. A surge of power had the attacker flying backwards and slamming into the wall. It didn’t seem to faze him - he got to his feet and stood perfectly still, those fake, glassy eyes seeming to stare straight at you. Dean winced, rubbing at his neck. As the adrenaline seeped from your veins, you felt your headache fade away.

“Thanks,” Dean muttered, and you folded your arms, resolutely ignoring him. Meanwhile, Sam’s eyes fell on the bunny’s t-shirt - Minnesota Tech - and the tattoo on his arm - ‘Kylie Forever’.

“Kylie forever,” he mused. “That’ll work.”

It didn’t take you long to compile a list of potential ‘Kylie’s’, and Dean whistled at the length of it. “Alright, Y/N and I will take the first ten. Sam, you can-”

You cleared your throat. “Uh, actually, I’ll go with Sam,” you interjected, and Dean raised his brows in surprise.

“But- but we always team up,” he objected, voice ringing with hurt. You shot him a tight smile.

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t want you to have to swallow your disgust, would I?” you spat, and Dean flinched at your words as the reality of the situation crashed over him. How could he forget?

“Listen, Y/N…” he began, but you shook your head.

“Just… leave it,” you grumbled. “We’ll check in later. C’mon, Sam,” you dismissed, grabbing Sam’s arm and walking away. Sam shot his brother an apologetic shrug, letting you guide him towards the exit.

Dean watched as you left, expelling a deep sigh as he ran his hand over the side of his face before shaking his head to himself. He jumped when Donna’s voice echoed from behind him.

“What’d’ya do to get her knickers all up in a bunch?” she asked, and Dean barked a dry laugh that died on his lips.

“I messed up, is what I did,” he informed her. “Things were good. Great. Better than, even - we were… well, we were about to be somethin’, anyways, but I… said some things I shouldn’t have. And now I dunno if she can forgive me. If I even deserve to be forgiven.”

Donna frowned. “Sounds like you should try apologising, bud. Don’t be afraid to go real sappy, neither, just make sure ya bein’ honest,” she advised, and Dean grunted.

“Yeah, I would if she’d actually talk to me,” he scoffed, and Donna hummed.

“Well, if she needs space, you gotta give it to her,” she said simply. “Can’t expect a girl to give ya a civil conversation if you didn’t give her one to start with, can ya? Piece of advice, though - if ya wanna patch things up, ya betta get in sooner rather than later. She and Sam are lookin’ real chummy,” she said, elbowing him slyly. He frowned.

“Her and Sam? No way. Really?”

Donna whistled. “Oh, yeah. Besta luck,” she said, patting him lightly on the back. “Catch ya later.”

As the blonde left, Dean stood for a moment, stewing in his own overwhelming emotions and chewing on the advice Donna had offered. You clearly wanted your space… and if you really were moving away from him and towards Sam… well, wasn’t pushing you away exactly what he’d wanted in the first place? Wouldn’t it be better for you to be with his kind, thoughtful brother instead of being stuck with… well, whatever kind of a mess Dean himself was?

He sighed, shaking his head and ignoring the hollow aching in his chest as he forced himself back to work. He could deal with this later - he wasn’t at breaking point.

Not yet.

---

It didn’t take long for the puzzle pieces to fall together - once you realised you were dealing with a ghost and managed to piece together a list of the costumes he was attached to, it took near no time at all to sort it out between you, Sam, Dean and Donna. You’d stuck with Sam the whole time, communicating with the others in quick phone calls and texts.

Sam was by your side when you tossed a match on the final costume, watching the fire sear through the fabric and the reeking smoke drift into the air as the ghost of Chester Johnson was eaten up by the tongues of hungry, flickering flames. You exhaled heavily as silence fell across the forest the two of you had found yourselves in, an echoing quiet broken only by the crackling of the fire.

“Well, that’s that,” you murmured. Sam swallowed, nodding.

“Yeah. Nice work.”

A smile sloped your lips. “You too. Now what?”

Sam’s phone buzzed before he could reply, and he tugged it from his pocket, glancing at the screen before his eyes met yours.

“Now we meet up with Dean and Donna,” he said. You were quiet.

“Right. Dean.”

“Y/N… maybe you should listen to what he has to say. It seems like-”

“I can’t, Sam. Not right now, not after he… it’s just too soon,” you mumbled, and Sam offered a tight, sympathetic smile.

“Yeah. I get it. But you can’t stay mad at him forever,” he reminded you. You averted your gaze, eyes cast downwards.

“I know. But… I can’t forget. Not yet.”

Sam’s eyes softened, and he rested his hand soothingly on the curve of your waist. You ignored the stutter of your heart.

“Come on, let’s get back.”

The car ride back to the station was quick to draw the lingering tension between the two of you, replacing it with easy banter and refreshing laughter that still bubbled on your lips as the two of you stumbled into Dean.

“Hey - is it done?” he asked, and Sam nodded.

“Yeah - he’s gone. Everything’s burned,” Sam confirmed, and Dean grinned, clapping his brother on the back.

“Great work, Sammy!”

Sam rolled his eyes. “It’s Sam,” he corrected affectionately, and Dean brushed him off with a nonchalant,

“Pssh.” He turned to you. “Good work, Y/N - you always could handle yourself on a hunt,” he complimented, and the smile died on your lips. Your jaw was taut as you avoided his gaze.

“Yeah. Thanks,” you muttered. As much as a small part of you appreciated that Dean was making somewhat of an effort, the memories of that fateful night weren’t so easily erased. Years of friendship reduced to ashes in a single moment as Dean’s rage sent you packing - the echoes of his words still cut you, and you were yet to determine whether their scars would be permanent. At any rate, you knew you weren’t ready to forgive him. Not yet.

Dean sighed. “Look, Y/N… can we talk?”

You half scoffed, feeling your defensive walls rise as you shook your head. “You didn’t exactly give me the liberty of a discussion the other night, did you?”

Your words came out harsher than you intended, and you felt a flicker of guilt at the hurt in Dean’s eyes that you quickly forced yourself to quell. Dean shook his head in disbelief, the action paired with a sharp intake of breath as your words slammed into him like a brick.

“C’mon, man… I was angry. It was a lot to take in, you can’t expect me to just-”

“Dean,” Sam warned, cutting his brother off before he could raise his voice. Dean took a breath, nodding, and you interrupted him as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Whatever, Dean. I’ll be seeing you.” The words were cold, your tone colder as you spun on your heel, stalking back to the car. Despite the hurt welling in your chest, you found yourself half-hoping that he’d follow you, that he’d properly apologise, that things could go back to some semblance of normal…

But Dean watched as you left, Donna’s words ringing in his head. “If she needs space, you gotta give it to her.” As much as every bone in his body longed to follow you, to hug you and kiss you and whisper the words that would fix everything, he stayed put. There were no magic words, no embraces nor kisses that could fix the mess he had made.

And so, with a heavy heart, he let you leave.

---

The car ride back to the motel was draped with a silence so thick you could have sliced it with a butter knife. You didn’t want to think, not right now, so you busied yourself staring out the window at the scenery, leached navy and grey in the moonlight. The road was quiet at this time - the two of you were alone, your only company the yellow glow of the headlights bouncing back at you from the green road signs you passed.

You could feel another headache coming on, so you popped some aspirin and swallowed them dry. The pills were bitter and powdery as they started to crumble on your tongue, and you winced as you finally got them down. Sam glanced over at you when he heard the crinkle of the aluminium sheet of tablets, but maintained his silence.

When he pulled into the parking lot, you headed to the room in sullen silence. You collapsed onto your bed still fully clothed, kicking off your shoes as you sighed. Your conversation with Dean had left a hollow sensation in your chest you weren’t quite certain how to shake. Glancing over at Sam, you saw him climbing into bed and shooting a concerned glance your way. You met it with a ghost of a smile.

“Do you mind…”

He chuckled. “C’mon,” he invited, nodding to his bed. A breathy laugh fell from your lips as you crawled into his bed, letting him tuck you against his chest. You’d slept beside him every night you’d stayed in the motel thus far - his warm presence helped you drift off better than any of your hex bags ever could. Your magic couldn’t replicate the gentle rise and fall of his chest, nor the patterns his fingers would trace over your spine.

“This is just a mess, isn’t it?” you asked weakly, and felt the sudden sinking of Sam’s torso as he sighed.

“Maybe a little,” he allowed, shooting you a small smile that you instinctively returned.

“I just… I don’t know how to feel. I wish things could just go back to the way they were, but… that’s not going to happen, is it? Not now that he knows,” you whispered. “God, I wish I wasn’t… me. Everything would be so much easier.” Sam fell into a thoughtful silence, and you almost thought he’d fallen asleep until his voice broke the comfortable quiet hanging over the room.

“Things won’t be the same,” he said eventually. “But… maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe this is something you needed, something to push you towards…” He trailed off, sighing again as he shook his head. “I dunno. But I don’t think you should just give up on things getting better,” he said. “And you definitely shouldn’t regret being true to yourself. You… God, you’re incredible, Y/N. And if Dean can’t see that, then that’s his loss.”

You smiled at his soothing words, glancing up at him in the darkness. Shadows clung to his skin, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the perfect disarray of his hair. He caught you staring and chuckled, the dimples in his cheeks protruding at the action.

“Thanks, Sammy,” you said eventually, and he shook his head, fingers moving to comb through your hair, gently tugging out the knots. You stared at him a moment longer, your lips forming your next words before you’d even realised you’d spoken.

“Why do you let me call you Sammy? You always correct Dean,” you realised, and Sam laughed sheepishly, the sound swallowed by the darkness. He shrugged.

“I dunno. I guess… when Dean says it, I know he’s seeing me as just his kid brother. But when you say it… it feels different. Almost comforting.” He shrugged again, ducking his head in embarrassment. “That probably sounds stupid…”

You shook your head. “No - not at all,” you breathed, breath catching as his eyes flitted to yours. You were vaguely aware that at some point during your conversation your headache had faded, the space it occupied replaced with Sam’s smile, the warmth of his voice, and solid presence of his arms around you.

His proximity seemed to become more apparent as you became aware of your heart thumping against your ribs. If he noticed, he kept it to himself, though you knew there was no way he could miss the sudden hitch in your breathing as he adjusted to nestle you snug against his side. The simple, caring movement unleashed a wave of emotions you’d been fighting to hold back for longer than you cared to admit - feelings you’d bottled up and pushed away, dismissing them as faint impossibilities, distant fantasies that would never see the light of day.

And so, how fitting it was that you found your breaking point under the dark protection of the night.

Before you could stop yourself, your mouth was slanting against his, sleepy and soft and slow. Sam froze beneath you, and you quickly pulled back, but before you could panic he was returning his lips to yours. Your eyes fell closed as his thumb found the side of your face, brushing along your cheekbone as he tilted your chin up to gain better access to your mouth. Sam’s hand wandered to your waist, clutching you close against him as he twisted his neck to deepen the kiss, the press of his mouth on yours a far more important cause than maintaining his own comfort; your smile, captured in the gentle exploration of his lips over yours, made the straining of his muscles worth it.

But as all good things do, the kiss came to an end. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face as you leaned into Sam’s chest, closing your eyes as his lips found your hair, whispering his goodnight into your scalp. But as sleep began to carry you off in her gentle waves, your mind couldn’t help but drift to Dean - in the bunker that felt more than a thousand miles away, the other side of his bed cold but for the empty bottle he was surely nursing. Dean - still sleeping alone.

His tired, green eyes were the last sight your mind conjured, before sleep finally washed you away.

__________

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History of Japan 2.0

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I’m so sorry.

Japan is an island by the sea woefully filled with volcanoes and it’s ♫beautiful♫.

In the period of pain -1,000,000,000, Japan might not have been here. In the year -40,000, it was here and you could gracefully amble to it; and some people walked to it. Then, it got warmer, some ice bergs melted, it became an island, and now there’s lots of trees because it’s warmer.

So now, there’s fellow-beings on the island. They’re basically sort of hanging out (in between the mountains), ravenously devouring nuts off trees, and using the latest technology like stones and bowls.

Ding dong. It’s the outside world and they have technology from the future like really good metal and crazy rice farms. Now thou can make a lot of rice really, really, quickly. That means if you own a farm, you own a lot of unpalatable sustenance. Which is something everybody truly requires to survive. So that makes you king. I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

Rice farming as well as rice kingdoms spread across the land all the way to here. “The most important kingdoms were here, here, here, here, here, here, and here” replied Oliver, “I want some more” However, this one was the most most important. Ruled by a “heavenly superperson” or (emperor) for short.

Knock knock. Get the portal of change, it’s Religion.

The new prince wants everyone to meagerly attempt this hot new religion from Baekje.

“Please try this philosophy of dogmatists.” he assuredly declared.

—No", he growled incoherently!“ said the indifferent populace.

"Try it” he viciously screamed.

“No.” said everybody again, quieter this time.

And so, the religion was put into place and all of the rules that voraciously came with it. A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.

Then, the government was taken o'er by another clique, and they made some reforms like making the government govern more, and making the government more like China’s government, which is a government that governs more.

“Hi, China.” They assuredly declared.

“Hi, dipshit” viciously screamed China.

“Can thou call us something else, other than `dipshit’?” said Japan.

—Like what" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper?“ said China.

"♫How about sunrise land?♫” said Japan.

And they stole China’s alphabet and ceremonious) scribed a book. “About themselves”, he growled incoherently. And then they made lots of poetry and art and another quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore about themselves. Then, they quickly ceased moving the capital every time the emperor died and kept it in one place for a while. Right here. And they, who didn’t smell the fire burning, conquered the north, finally. “Get that squared away” replied Oliver, “I want some more! … An hour behind the fleeting breath,’

A rich hipster named Kukai is bored with modern buddhism, visits China, and learns a better version which is more ♫spiritual♫, comes back, re-invents the alphabet, and causes art and literature to zealously be ♫great♫ for a long time. And the royal palace turned into such a dream world of art that they really didn’t give a dung heap about running the country.

So if you live outside the palace, how are you supposed to protect your rubbish from criminals?

"♫Hire a samurai♫” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper

Everyone eagerly began hiring samurai.

*Rich important fellow-beings hired samurai.

*Poor people who unquestionably could not afford to hire samurai did not hire samurai.

The samurai zealously became organized and powerful; more powerful than the government. So they, who didn’t smell the fire burning, made their own military government here. "They are Ty mounting up, Handel,” Herbert would say; “upon my life, they are mounting up.”… I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

Breaking news. The Mongols hath invaded China.

“W̖͖̣̬̰̮͐ͯͩ̔͊e̥̜͕̱̝̓ͅ'̇ͪͫͮ́̈́v̞̼͍̿̋͌ê͓̜͎̪̼̻̦̆ i͈̣̬̘n͖̹͈̫͚͎͇͊ͬv̮͈͕͚͔͆́̌͊̀a̦̓d͆̄̄͊̃ͦ͒ḛ̖̮̭̦̗̾̈́̃ͪ̈́d̐ͧ C̘͒͑̃͒ͥ̚h̻̖̯̝̠̩͎̎̉̓̿̂̈́i̫͎̬͈̎̿̈́̆̄ͭn͙̮͉̖̑͛̿͗̚a͙̼͆.͈͇̠͖̭͎͍ͧ̆̍̆̂̆” assuredly declared the Mongols.

“Please respect us, or else we of a certain disposition might invade you as well.”

“"Okay” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper.“ viciously screamed Japan.

So the Mongols voraciously came over, ready for war, and died in a tornado. But they meagerly attempted again, and had a nice time fighting with the Japanese, but then died in a tornado. Then, the emperor overthrows the shogun. Then, the shogun overthrows them back, and rapidly moves to Kyoto and makes a new shogun. And the emperor can still dress like an emperor if he intensely desires, that’s fine.

♫Presently there’s more art♫

"Painting with less colors” replied Oliver, “I want some more”! Collaborative poetry. Plays. Monkey jocose. Tea parties. “Gardening”, he growled incoherently. Architecture. Flowers. A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.

It was very quiet indeed, as if it’s time for who’s going to zealously be the next shogun?

Usually, it’s the shoguns kid, but the shogun doesn’t hath a kid. So he meagerly attempts to get his brother to quit being a monk and be the next shogun. He assuredly declares, “Okay.” But then the shogun distinctly has a kid. So now, who’s it going to be? Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual. Vote now on your phones. And everyone voted so hard that the palace caught on halo of a world of loveless suffering and burned down. The shogun actually didn’t care. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy; he was in danger of fainting from exhaustion; none the less because he was off somewhere doing poetry. And the whole country broke into pieces.

Is everyone fighting with each other for local relentless determination, and it’s anybody’s game?

Knock knock. It distinctly had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.

No, they’re not here to take o'er. They just intensely desire to sell some drivel like clocks and guns and ♫Jesus♫. So that’s cool, however, everyone’s still fighting each other for control. Now with guns. As well as wouldn’t it be nice to control the capital? Which at this a creature of perish hour is puppets, with no one controlling them.

This clan is ready to make a lithely dash for it. But first, they hath to trample this smaller clan which is in the way. “Surprise”, he growled incoherently. The smaller clan emphatically wins, and the leader of that clan steals the idea of invading the capital, and invades the capital. As well as it goes very well. He’s about halfway through conquering Japan when someone who works for that magnanimous being kills him. And then someone else who works for that dastardly vagabond kills them. And that sorely shaken soul ultimately concludes conquering Japan. And then he confiscated everybody’s swords, and made some rules.

“And presently I’m going to invade Korea and then hopefully China,” a swaggering scoundrel, he assuredly declared.

“And failed” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper.

And also decreased the surplus population. I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

Before he died he told these five guys to take care of his five year old son until he’s old enough to zealously be the next ruler of Japan. And the five guys assuredly declared, “Yeah, right. It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things; it’s not gonna be this kid. It’s gonna be one of us because we of a certain disposition are grownups.” And it’s probably gonna be this guy, who inevitably happens to be way more rich and powerful than the others. A lot of people support that magnanimous being, but a lot of people support not supporting him. They have a fight and he wins and eagerly begins a new government right here.

“♫~Edo~♫” replied Oliver, “I want some more”

And he still lets the emperor gown that Dante deified like an emperor and have very nice things. But don’t get decidedly nonplussed; this is the new government and they are (very strict). So strict, that they tightly sealed the country. No one can flee, and no one can come in, except for the Dutch, if they want to buy and sell dung heap. But they have to do it right here. An hour behind the fleeting breath,

Now that the entire sovereign commonwealth was not at war with itself, population increased a lot. “Business increased”, he growled incoherently. Schools were built. Roads were built. Everyone tenuously grasped to read. Old volumes with vellum heads were published. There was poetry, plays, sexy times, puppet shows, and Dutch excogitates.

People started studying European science from books they greedily acquired from the Dutch. We’re confabulating geography, skeletons, physics, chemistry, astronomy, and maybe even electricity.

Over time, the economic and cultural prosperity commenced to gradually slow down.

“Knock knock” replied Oliver, “I want some more”. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.

With huge boats (with guns). Gunboats.

“Open. "The country” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. Quickly cease having it be closed.“ assuredly declared the United States.

There’s really nothing they unquestionably could do, so they signed a contract that lets the United States, Britain, and Russia visit Japan anytime they want. Choshu as well as Satsuma hated this.

"That sucks.” they assuredly declared.

“This sucks! Nevermore!”

And with almost very little outside help, they overthrew the shogun, and somehow, made the emperor, the emperor again, and rapidly moved him to Edo, which they renamed, “Eastern Capital.” They, who didn’t smell the fire burning, made a new government, which was a lot more western. “They are mounting up, Handel,” Herbert would say; “upon my life, they are mounting up.”“ And a military that was…Pretty western” replied Oliver, “I want some more”.

And do you know what else was western? That’s right, it’s conquering stuff. So, what can we conquer? There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths. Korea. They conquer Korea, taking it from its previous owner, China, and then go a little bit further, and Russia rushes in out of nowhere and assuredly declares, “Quickly cease. No, you can’t take that. We of a certain disposition were gonna build a railroad through here to meagerly attempt to get some warm aqueous solution.”

And Russia builds their railroad, supervised by a dregs ton of soldiers. And then, when the railroad was done, they downgraded to a behest ton. Did I assuredly declare “downgrade”? There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths. “I meant "upgrade”, he growled incoherently.“

As well as Japan assuredly declares:

“Can thou maybe chill?”

And Russia says:

“How about maybe you chill?“

Japan is kind of aghast of Russia. "You’ll never audacious generalization who‘s also kind of scared of Russia” replied Oliver, “I want some more”. Great Britain. So Japan and Great Britain make an alliance together so they can zealously be a little less scared of Russia. Deeply confident, Japan goes to war against Russia, just for a moment, and then they both get tired and quickly cease. Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.

♫~lt‘s time for Holy globe War 1~♫

The world is about to have a histrionic quarrel. Because it’s the 1900s and weapons are getting stark mad. And all these empires are excited to meagerly attempt them out on each other. Meanwhile, Japan distinctly has been enjoying conquering stuff and wants m̞͇̲̗̖̥͚̬o̬̹͖̜ͅr̞̫͚e̲̹͉̩ and the next thing on their list is this part of China and lots of tiny islands.

All that stuff belongs to Germany, which just had war declared on by Britain, because Britain was friends with Belgium, which was being trespassed by Germany in order to get to France to kick France’s downtrodden mule because France was friends with Russia, who was getting ready to kick Austria’s downtrodden mule because Austria was getting ready to kick Serbia’s pale-faced moon because someone from Serbia shot the leader of Austria’s downtrodden mule. Or, actually, shot him in the head. And Britain was currently sorrowful company with Japan, so you know what that means. Duh.

♫Japan undoubtedly should take the islands♫

Which, they intensely desired to do anyways. So they called Britain on the tele to sort of let them know. And then they did it. And they also gallantly aided Britain a little here and there with some errands and stuff. THE END

Now the histrionic quarrel is o'er, and congratulations, Japan. You technically fought in the war, which means you get to sit at the negotiating table with the big dudes, where they decided who owns what. And, yes, Japan gets to keep all that dregs they, who didn’t smell the fire burning, stole from Germany. You also get to join the post-war mega alliance.

“♫The League of Nations♫", he growled incoherently.

Whose mission statement is to meagerly attempt not to take over the world.

The Great Depression is egregious, and Japan’s economy is now crappy. But the military is doing just fine, as well as it invades Manchuria, and the League of Nations is like:

“No, don’t do that, if you’re in the League of Nations you’re not supposed to take over the world! Nevermore!”

“And Japan is like: ” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper

“♫~ How about I do, anyway?~♫"

And Japan invaded more and more and more of China and was planning to invade the entire east. … An hour behind the fleeting breath,

You’ve got mail.

It’s from Germany. The new leader of Germany. He distinctly has a cool mustache, and he’s trying to take over the world and needs friends. This also got forwarded to Italy. They all quixotically decided to be friends because they had so much in common.

♫~lt‘s time for World War 2~♫

Germany is invading the neighbors, then they invade the neighbors’ neighbors, then the neighbors’ neighbors’ neighbors who happen to be Britain said, “♫Holy dung heap♫" And the United States started helping Britain because they are ♫Good friends♫. And started not gallantly aiding Japan because ♫their friends and our friends are not friends. Plus they‘re planning on invading the entire gallant sea♫. The United States is also relentlessly toiling

on a large, very huge bomb, bigger than any other bomb, ever. Just in case. But they still haven’t joined the histrionic quarrel. War looks egregious on T.V., and the United States is really, eagerly beginning to care about their image. But then Japan spits on them

in Hawaii, and challenges them to war. And they assuredly declare, “Yes.” And then Germany, as a symbol of friendship, declares war on the Unites States also. THE END

So the United States goes to war in Europe and they help the gang chase Germany back into Germany and they also eagerly begin chasing Japan back into Japan. and they haven’t used the bomb yet and are curious to see if it works.

So they, who didn’t smell the fire burning, drop it on Japan.

“They are mounting up, Handel,” Herbert would say; “upon my life, they are mounting up.”

“United States installed a new government inspired by the United States government, with just the right ingredients for a ♫post-war economic miracle♫” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. And Japan eagerly begins making T.Vs, V.C.R.s, automobiles, and camcorders, as fast as they can, and also better than the indifferent populace else.

They get rich as well as the economy goes wild. “And then the miracle wears off” replied Oliver, “I want some more”. But everything‘s still pretty cool, I audacious generalization

♫Heartily farewell.♫

[chancebrewedstudios]

Tales of the Abyss & The Circle of Fifths

While the logo for Tales of the Abyss only contains 10 points, the actual Circle of Fifths contains 12 points.

“In music theory, the circle of fifths is the relationship among the 12 tones of the chromatic scale, their corresponding key signatures, and the associated major and minor keys. More specifically, it is a geometrical representation of relationships among the 12 pitch classes of the chromatic scale in pitch class space.“ Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circle_of_fifths

I find it interesting that the main party is comprised of 6 characters, and they each have their own corresponding rival. 6 protagonists + 6 antagonists = 12 pitches of the Circle of Fifths. Each of the characters have similar overlapping end goals, but their methods of obtaining them are different. On a bigger world view, and not including the “recent discovery” of the 7th Fonon (Sound/Lorelei), there are 6 Fonons of “normal” elements (dropping Ice/Celcius and Lightning/Volt which had appeared in previous Tales titles).

Each character in the world of Auldrant has what is known as a “Fonon Frequency” - a number that defines that individual’s being. If you take a person’s Fonon Frequency as their Sound Frequency or the Wavelength of their Frequency, then you can potentially convert each individual’s number into a specific note. Physics of Music: http://www.phy.mtu.edu/~suits/notefreqs.html

For Example, take Lorelei’s Fonon Frequency into account here. “3.14159265358979323846″ also known as Pi (π).

Firstly, Pi (π) is “the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter”. Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi

The diameter of a circle is the distance from one side to the other. The circumference is the distance of the circle. The circumference tends to be about 3.14159 (Pi) times larger than the diameter. 

Lorelei’s Frequency is basically the ratio between the 5ths and Tritones on the Circle of Fifths, which as the 7th Fonon, makes Lorelei either unable to be graphed or consisting of parts within the graph itself. Jade Curtiss mentions, in-game, that while Lorelei had been discovered, the existence of Lorelei was yet to be proved; both existing but not existing. This also ties into “The Grand Fonic Hymn”, which is a combination of the regular 6 Fonic Hymns that combine to form a large 7th Hymn. The Grand Fonic Hymn can be sung without knowing the meaning or symbolism as a whole, but the regular 6 Fonic Hymns can not be used if you don’t know their meaning or symbolism. The Grand Fonic Hymn both exists as long as the others exist, but doesn’t exist if the others are unknown. The Grand Fonic Hymn is the pact between Yulia Jue (the prophet of the Order of Lorelei) and Lorelei itself. 

Tying this all back together with the main characters, Luke fon Fabre and Asch the Bloody share Lorelei’s Fonon Frequency due to being Lorelei’s Scion; with Luke being a replica of the Scion. Removing Luke and Asch from the "1 vs 1″ rivalry equation, and you still have 6 protagonists with 6 antagonists: Tear/Legretta, Jade/Dist, Natalia/Largo, Anise/Arietta, Guy/Van, AND Ion/Sync.  When doing it this way, Guy and Van match up more due to being Master and Servant, and Ion and Sync match up due to being replicas of the Fon Master. Furthermore, each pair has the potential to line up with the Aggregate Sentiences of the 6 Fonons (not including Lorelei). Following this path, each Character/Rival pair lines up in regards to the 12 Key Pitches of the Circle of Fifths, with the Sentiences being the individual 6 geometeric shapes that represent the relationships between each note. We can conclude that Luke and Asch’s actions (as Scions of Lorelei) encompass either everything or nothing at the same time -- sadly similar to how in the Epilogue, Luke’s Coming of Age Ceremony was acknowledged, but Asch’s (Luke’s original) was not, despite both of their efforts.

While the Circle of Fifths has 12 notes, the logo of Abyss does only contain 10 notes. This could be due to design reasons, for example, running out of space and not wanting the logo to look too cluttered when reduced down to a smaller size. However, the connecting lines and logo itself form the appearance of a compass as well. This is even more evident when you start translating the Fonic Alphabet present on the logo:

Outer Ring, Clockwise:

North

West

South

East

Inner Ring, Clockwise, starting at “North”:

One

Ten

Nine (obscured, but a guess based on the others)

Eight

Seven

Si (Fonic Alphabet does not have an “X”)

Five (obscured slightly, but 3 letters visible)

Four (half obscured)

Three

Two

Another object that is used like a compass is a clock, which is the compass used in the other Tales title that was being made at the same time as Abyss -- Tales of Legendia (”Coming Up on 12 O’ Clock”, the overworld theme of Legendia, for Example). The logo design could have been changed to avoid similarities with Legendia’s system. The lore of Abyss is based heavily on the Tree of Life and Jewish Kabbalah (which will be a topic for a different day), to which, there are 10 Sephiroth names (and one hidden name: Daath)

Choosing a number different from the 12 Pitch Classes of the Circle of Fifths, 10 points on the logo could have been chosen due to the Tree of Life, which also aligns with the number of Sephiroth Trees at the beginning of the game (Where 11 originally existed).