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mycosmicsage · 2 months ago

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Baldur's Gate Natal Chart: Gale

Here's the continuation of the Baldur's Gate Natal Charts.

Here we are with the continuation of this series. We've got everyone's favorite yapper, chosen by popular vote- the wizarding wonder of Waterdeep, Gale Dekarios.

As always this is going to be on pure vibes only. Considering the fact that we don't have any birthdays adjacent to Earth.

Just like Astarion's post we are going to cover the Sun - Mars and we are going to cover, what those aspects end up looking over and controlling. Including any possible aspects.

I'm going to try to keep this as accurate to astrology as possible- so without further ado, let's break into it- shall we?

Link to Other Posts: Astarion

"I'd forgotten what it felt like, to greet a sunrise without fear of it being my last."

To me the extravagant Wizard of Waterdeep is indeed a Cancer sun. Cancer suns are known for their emotional intuitiveness, and being in touch with their own emotions.

They prefer to stay at home, finding that's where most of their needs are met- yet should they be personally threatened they do take it on themselves to protect what they need to- especially those close to them.

As Gale says in his act two scene:

"Damn you. Damn you for giving me so much to care about. Our friends, our adventures... this would have been so much easier if it was just me. But it isn't."

And there just isn't another sign that cares that deeply about other people, or care on that type of personal level. Gale is also known for his self-depreciation. Which can easily be associated with the Crabs tendency towards moodiness, and self-defense mechanisms-

"After I was afflicted with my condition, I locked myself in my tower for an entire year. I was inconsolable, wallowing in my self-inflicted tragedy."

"I'll just put my feelings to one side. I think that's best for everyone. It's certainly the best thing for me."

I actually had a toss up on this until I saw the quote above. Gale is for sure a Gemini moon. mr. Intellectual over here doesn't really have a need to fully comprehend or dwell on his own emotions- or rather doesn't want to unless prompted.

They enjoy long winded intellectual discussions, talking over what they consider to be matters of importance- honestly as I write this I don't know how I saw him as anything else.

In order for Gale to get his feelings across- he talks about it. Hell, before you go to the grove or anything and it's just you, him, Astarion, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart in your party- the man tells you to go to Hell before getting into a conversation of how he's reflecting on the last days events.

He's truly expressing his innermost thoughts- and trying to comprehend it all through the means of talking- he's a Gemini moon through and through.

"I think we need to get you some air and perhaps have a long talk about unresolved childhood issues."

"You would really prefer me as I am?"

Gale is a Virgo rising. Shocker right?

With a Virgo rising they tend to come off as being slightly pretentious and critical of the people around them. Which Gale most certainly does at first- but that's just his Gale-ism's

A virgo rising is known for their incredible pragmatism- and Gale literally calls himself a pragmatic:

"As for myself: I'm a pragmatic. I see the silence before the storm."

They like to talk, communicate, and are on a constant search for knowledge - like wizard in a nutshell. He's a virgo rising. No two ways about it, I am more sure of this than anything else-

However, you know another thing that is keen to both of them?

They can't share their emotions well- and looking through Gales entire dialogue- he rarely talks about his own damn feelings in a straightforward manner- taking the long road about it all. His Gemini Moon and Virgo Rising working in tandem to hide the emotions that his Cancer sun deeply craves.

"I do - because it's through practice that I seek to perfect. To augment."

"Talking. Right. I'm good at that."

Here we are to the great planet Mercury known for the communication route- and Gale is by far the most Gemini Mercury that I have ever seen in my entire life.

This man can yap, to anyone and anything about any topic that comes his way. But- he loves that.

On so many levels.

With his rising in Virgo and his Moon in Gemini to have a Gemini Mercury as well- it breathes the fact that of course he loves to talk. It's his preferred method- and he's so straightforward about every situation that you get into. The sharing of ideas between the party, figuring out people's thoughts and opinions on different matters- and then just by and all he loves to speak about the things that interest him.

"Now - even I am tired of the sound of my own voice. Let us venture forth."

"With you, I forget my goddess. I love you."

Gale is a Cancer Venus.

They are softer, gentle and nurturing as is their nature. They are constantly giving to their partner- until it seems like they have nothing left to offer, and then they give more. To me this screams Gale. If you look at his relationship with Mystra and how badly that destroyed him (not even mentioning how he was groomed), he very clearly loves truly and deeply.

"One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, and prise the fear from my heart. I'm so very glad you came, to share this with me."

Look at that and tell me that's not tender, and deep. Gale is shut down with love, he doesn't want it- until he meets the player character (or one of the origins). Re-opening himself to love, the Cancer self-protection mode coming down once more. Should you slight him and leave him to be with another- he gives several snarky comments about who you leave him to be with, and follows it up with:

"Sorry. I'm feeling bitter. Though I think I'm entitled to, given I know exactly what you came here to say." "We didn't just make love. We bonded, body and soul. I got lost in you. And now you've left me stranded, without compass nor map."

He wants you all of you. To be with him, and hopefully join the Dekarios clan. His heart is that of the crabs.

"I love you too. Much more than myself. More even than Mystra."

"Ambition is not a sin- why wallow in the dirt when we can reach for the stars?"

This is what I wrestled with for a long time. How do you even begin to assign a planet that matches the legitimate God of Ambition incarnate (should that be the path her takes).

Then it hit me. Capricorn.

Capricorn definitely suits Gale's path should this be the route he goes down. Gale has two paths before him that greatly change his outcomes. With Gale, it's hard to say that Mars doesn't play a large aspect in affecting his life and choices. A Capricorn strives for perfection, for the best possible outcome for themselves. They are leaders, they are determined- they will get what they want at the expense of no one.

There's no emotion here, no consideration for others. It's what he wants, and he's gonna do it. With Capricorn being in this placement it tends to show someone more well-mannered, but responds to conflict slowly (as seen with his usual initiative order). Often exhibiting being fairly practical with their means, as they strive to better things for themselves- and the world.

"My work here is not done yet. I have greater ambitions I have yet to achieve."

"Oh, you know me - ever the optimist. I'm trying to focus on the positives."

I've came to the conclusion that Gale is a Sagittarius Jupiter. He has a deep desire for travel. It's also apart your adventures that he finds himself having his most luck.

Whether that's becoming a god, blowing himself up, or finding a new life you you (or one of the other Origins) in Waterdeep. He gains a new understanding of himself, in each of them finding his own sense of purpose.

He never wanted to be a blip on the footnotes of history. Blowing himself up, or becoming a God leads to that. Or he fully comes to the understanding of himself and becomes just regular old Gale Dekarios.

It's also a trait of the Sagittarius Jupiter to have pretty strong unwavering morals, and many time throughout the game Gale talks about how he needs to have unwavering morals. They love adventure, actively search for new knowledge. Constantly on the move and looking out for new horizons.

Which sounds just like our favorite Wizard of Waterdeep.

"No - what we should be pursuing is knowledge."

"Fate seems determined to make a sacrifice of me."

Gale to me seems to be an Aquarius Saturn. Saturn takes us on the harder path in life, and Gale has certainly had a difficult one. So let's delve.

With this Aquarius placement, you have difficulty connecting with your peers- people who are your own age. Take a look at Gale's friends- they are all considerably younger than him. Sure Astarion is older, and Shadowheart is like the same age canonically- but Astarion stopped mentally aging when he died at 39 which to him as an elf is like being in your mid twenties. Same thing with Shadowheart, she's like forty-three- but the thing is it's similar for half-elves too, where she's still in her like late twenties. Then you've got Karlach, Wyll and Lae'zel each of whom are like 10-20 years younger than him.

Then he's got Elminster and Mystra- both of whom are considerably older than him. Finally there's Tara- his own personal friend who he conjured. The grooming from Mystra at a young age certainly didn't help. But with these trials, and aversion to meeting people his own age- he finds himself with a new found discipline that leads to a critical mind, wayward thinking, and that incredible genius that led to him being a renowned wizard.

Aquarius Saturn's are also known for not really looking forward to their future. Knowing that each day isn't promised. Finding it best to focus on the tasks at hand rather than dream ahead to something that might not even exist-

"Since our conversation, I'd resigned myself to my fate. Each day bore the possibility of being my last, and I accepted it."

"At least, victory in which we live to tell the tale."

Gale Dekarios is certainly one of the most difficult to place for a natal chart- I can't even begin to tell you the headache that began as I started researching for this. A lot of it is inferring through the way he speaks, and his actions- the man doesn't talk about himself or his emotions very often- or in a very clear way. Which is why I'm actually pretty pleased with the chart that I outlined.

Gale is certainly a man with a lot of deep intense emotions sitting close to his center, yet his other placements make it difficult for him to communicate those emotions effectively- or less effectively than everything else he'd rather talk on.

He's a man who wants to experience great adventure- be with people he cares about, and then go to rest at the end of the day. Or at least- that's the way it plays in his "good" ending. He's a man who can easily become corrupted by his self-sacrificing and ambition. Often times preferring those are those are the easier paths offered to him.

Gale is certainly a fun character, and he's one of my favorites to speak with. He's witty, and fun, and he know, but it's up to you as the player character to help walking him from the path of self-loathing and self-sacrifice and let him know that it's ok to have that Cancer sun shine through just a little bit more than he does.

Wrap Up: "It's over. It's truly over."

Here we are the end of the article. It was fun to go over Gale as a person, and i think I've gained a much deeper understanding of the wizard. He's witty and fun. Definitely complicated by his hundreds of lines of dialogue. I don't think I've ever been more put to a mental test like that. He's got such a wide vocabulary- and at times I thought maybe I was reading too much into things, but he just has that effect doesn't he?

But that wraps it up for Gale. Keep an eye out on my Tumblr for the poll to decide the next character to go under my eye- Have a great day, night, or whatever time it is where you're at.

Stay groovy, and I'll catch you on the flip,

Cosmic Sage

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quilteddreamz · 8 months ago

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Not Allowed to be a Night Owl

"Did you really think the mornings ire wouldn't cross over into the night?"

Part 1, Part 2(Here), Part 3

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As a treat before I post the last part, I'll gift you all the complete 2nd chapter here on tumblr! Enjoy :3

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Rain washed away the evening sun, pattering against your window as muddled sound. Your legs were drawn up to your chest, face lit by the bright blues of your computer.

The bags under your eyes were more prominent now. Dark, puffy reminders that you should pause the film. You could watch it tomorrow. But the possibility of getting the ending spoiled kept your eyes glued.

On the corner of the desk, peaking out behind the computer, sat two little plushies— a Sun and Moon. Even in plush form, Sun’s eyes bore into you with fake cheer. You chewed your cheek, remembering Sun’s pettiness throughout the day. Who was he to police your habits? He barely took care of his own, too busy making everything else perfect.

You turned the plush around, feeling sour. Maybe you weren’t perfect, but you were trying.

The Moon plush still stared with red felt. It held your phone in its embrace. No matter the smile sewn onto it, it was still creepy. Similar to the real thing.

The door creaked. A series of soft metal clicks followed.

You sighed. Think of the devil and he shall come.

The clicks continued like a scuttling crab. It wouldn’t be a surprise if the jester was crawling on the ground— you had seem him do more bizarre things.

Claws clasp around the sides of your chair. He rose up, body slouched. His head came to rest on your shoulder. It was cold, but quick to warm against your skin.

Silence is filled by the musical lilt of the fight scene. You barely bat an eye at the gore in front of you. The weight on your shoulder distracting.

Moon’s hand sneaks up on the armrest, engulfing over your own. Red flashes clash against his blues. An inch of sharp navy blue curled off the end of each fingertip, resting overtop your own. You thought it odd that a nighttime attendant — one meant to coax children to sleep — would have such wicked claws.

His other hand lifts. Index pressing against the screen, taping methodically against the digital clock in the upper corner. The nine close to becoming a ten.

You sigh, shoulders heaving with his weight.

“I’m almost done,” you say, words tinged with annoyance.

His finger stills off the screen. You feel his head press heavier down— though you could have imagined it.

It shifts down to the progress bar. The dot sat not even a quarter in.

You grimace, nearly scoffing at his insistence. It wasn’t that late. The movie was an hour and a half at most. You’d be done before the clock struck eleven. Yet the animatronic wouldn’t let up. Your frustration grew with the tapping of metal on glass. Exhaustion shortening your fuse.

“Moon.” The bite to his name harsher than his claws.

His hand lowered, followed by an electronic sigh. He turned his head away from the bright screen, hiding away in the crook of your neck. Goosebumps spread over you as your neck was exposed to more cold metal.

“You woke up late,” Moon rasped against you; his voice always sounded like he needed a cup of water.

“I had a bad night.” You roll your eyes, leaning away, “It’s not a big deal.”

Your gaze stayed glued to the screen. The plot was a blur at this point, you didn’t recognize half the characters on the screen or the castle they stood before. You’d have to rewind it— wasting more time.

Moon hadn’t shifted away despite your cold shoulder. He stayed firmly against you.

Absently you wondered if your words were too harsh. You were tired, your judgment feeling swayed to the side of anger. Your lip twitched with the want to apologize.

Your screen gradually dimmed. Confusion crossed you until your eyes caught the culprit. Moon’s hand was on the keyboard, quieting the blaring light.

Regret died as annoyance rose. You grabbed his hand, trying to yank it away from your keyboard. Frustrated sounds left you as he didn’t budge. His hand snatched yours, stopping your fruitless attempt.

“Do we need to watch you?” Moon growls, “Again?”

The threat hung before you, but defiance hung lower.

You scoffed, turning back to the screen. Internally you bristled. You thought the scolding had ended when the sun set.

“We had thought these sort of habits were done,” he brought your hand back to the armrest.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you seethed, shifting in your seat. His hold, tight on your hand, like shackles designed for you.

“Sun says otherwise,” he dragged his head forward, bringing it over your shoulder. His upside down smirk showed how much he relished in your frustration.

Moon reaches past, tugging your phone off the desk.

Sputtering you reach with your free hand. He raises it just out of reach. You huff, making him chuckle.

The lock screen opens for Moon, despite his lack of a human face.

“Just because ’Sun says’, doesn’t mean he’s right,” you growl, watching him slide through your phone. Did the animatronic not understand the concept of privacy?

He stills. The hand on yours clenches. The degree near painful.

The phone groans under his grip. A shiny web of glass splinters across its screen.

You gasp in disbelief. Raising slightly from the chair, grabbing it back. His hold loosening to allow you.

The cracked screen shone with your screen-time: fourteen hours.

You paled. Anxiety swelling. You kept your phone close, wincing at its cracks. Though at the moment it, you had a more pressing anxiety to deal with.

Claws release your shaking hand. They twitch through the air, annoyance evident in them.

“Really!?” His voice booms in your ear, static crackling at the high pitch.

“W-wait, that’s-“

His arms come back to wrap around your waist. You grip the chair, hooking your legs under the metal bar. He pulls but your grip doesn’t relent.

You look up at him, pleading: “I can watch it at double speed!”

He tries again, giving a sharper tug, but your legs keep you anchored. He growls, releasing you. The peeved animatronic storms off.

Stunned victory holds you. Was it that easy to dissuade him? He was easier than his counterpart-

Your screen turns black, your disbelief reflecting.

You turn, mouth a gasp.

Moon’s glowing LEDs glare, now bathing the space in red. Your eyes snapped to the power cord in his hand.

“Bed.” He glowered, dropping it “Now.”

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” you try to argue back.

“Your bad breath is a problem for Sun,” he pulls the back of your chair harshly as he wheels you backwards to the bed, “Not me.”

The chair is lifted, you included. Moon shakes it, like a person trying to get a pest. The aggressive motion is enough to dislodge your hold. You crash onto the bed, face-planting into the pillow.

His hand pins you, covering over the entirety of your upper back. He works at shoving the edges of the blanket under you, wrapping you up like a burrito. Your struggle earns you his fingers gripping the back of your neck.

Once wrapped to his satisfaction he rolls you onto your side. His limbs encompass you, further trapping you in this snuggly prison.

Grumbling you continue to wiggle about, refusing to let him win. A shake of your head frees it.

“Quiet,” he snaps, pushing his head down on yours.

One of his hands sneaks into the folds of the blanket, rubbing between your shoulder blades.

You scowl, slumping in the comfort. The desire to snap back and struggle was being drowned out by the tired buzz in the back of your mind.

He shifts his head when your body relaxed. It returns to nuzzle into the back of your neck, softly rubbing. He hushes you, softer now.

Defeat crawled over you as thick waves of drowsiness. No more screen straining your eyes to keep you alert. Just the gentle, warm breath against your neck. The lulling affect, threatening to take you under.

You weakly glare forward. Through the dark you spot the two plushies. The Moon plush looking back at you, that damn sewn grin looked wider.

Hands fall over your eyes, hiding the dimly lit room.

You bitterly accept sleep.

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perpetualexistence · 1 year ago

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Remember Total Drama Action: Best Game Ever?

In case you don't, it was a flash game that came around when Total Drama Action was airing live. You play as an intern who got to interact with the cast on TDA. You could make alliances with contestants by performing tasks for them, and certain alliances would damage your relationships with others. You'd also perform tasks for Chris. You also had constant enemies that you could beat with weapons that you could upgraded the more tasks you did for Chris. A fact I'd COMPLETELY forgotten about until now. When it was live, you'd get new tasks each week, and you could save your progress by making an account on Cartoon Network.

When I was watching TDA and way, WAY before I was in the fandom, and before I even knew what fandoms WERE, I remember playing it. My favorite character actually used to be Leshawna. I barely even remembered Noah existed, sweet little naive child I was. As a result, I of course immediately made an alliance with her, and thus got Heather as an almost instant enemy. It was great, and I've got very fond memories of it.

Why do I bring this up?

Well, thanks to @wheredidalltheusersgo, I managed to find a working link of the game: https://www.numuki.com/game/tda-best-game-ever/

You can only play as a guest since the original server is long since gone. But as I've found through trial and error, the site actually DOES save your progress even if you close it.

So obviously I had to play it again. I was having so much fun I started taking screenshots because of how wild certain things were. I thought you guys might enjoy them as much as I did, so I figured I might as well post them here.

I'd also completely forgotten you could customize your character. Got to make sure she looks Fresh for FreshTV.

Perfect. We're serving off-Izzy vibes and are rocking a fedora. Time to get through this tutorial shit so I can talk with the besties.

Cue me doing a bunch of fetch quests for Chris. Most of them require going into little studios based on each of the episodes. I'm pretty sure when it was live each studio was closed until the corresponding episode aired, and then would open up once the episode released. In this version though, they're all open.

There's also a lot of beating critters up with a stick. Like for the alien studio they're guys in alien costumes, for the beach it's a bunch of crabs and sharks, etc. You can avoid most of them by running around them, though you only get money for beating them. Which you of course need to get newer outfits to look Even Fresher. So death to all who oppose me I guess.

Through me trial and erroring if this game did save, I accidentally screwed myself out of getting into an alliance immediately after I was done with the tutorial. Once you get started on one of Chris's tasks, you have to do them to completion, and they usually come in groups of threes. No big deal though. Just have to do the last one for this second wee-

Jesus CHRIST Heather, you seriously take no survivors.

Either way, tasks are done, now time to choose an ally. The options include all of the TDA contestants, plus Geoff and Bridgette. None of the peanut gallery for that season sadly.

I could just do Leshawna for old time's sake. Or I could have this be the start of my villain arc and go with Heather. Hmm, decisions decisions...

Well, I already look like off-Izzy, might as well pair up with actual Izzy!

Wow your pixels are so crunchy, Izzy. Especially compared to my character's.

Still, I knew I made the right choice with you, Izzy. Out for blood from the get go. Never change. Time to go ruin Heather's day.

Heather's are even CRUNCHIER.

Also, is that genuine gratitude? From Heather? Receiving what she thinks is just a regular gift box?

Guys, I just might be the monster here.

And after killing some crabs for Izzy, my rampage of terror shall continue! Somebody's really got it out for her ex.

I didn't take screenshots of it, but after completing each of the antagonizing tasks, both Heather and Justin came up to us swearing that we would pay. Which means now the top right of my screen has this on it:

At least here the pixels are a lot less cronchy. Still, Justin's angry face is Sending Me. I can't explain exactly why. Maybe it's because it highlights just how much of his face is CHIN.

Still, I have done what is required for my new bestie, time to reap the rewards.

Yeah this feels about right.

And that's all I did before I decided it was time to take a break before I got in too deep! (I already am, but shhhh don't tell me-)

If you guys are interested in seeing more of my shenanigans, let me know. I'm probably going to keep playing and taking screenshots as more wild things happen.

But for now, I need to actually go eat dinner. I seriously need food, the allure of nostalgia was just too strong.

#perp plays Total Drama games #not a tag I ever expected to make #but here we are #total drama #total drama action #total drama action: best game ever #total drama games #total drama game #toatl drama izzy #td izzy #total drama heather #td heather

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thescrapwitch · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @grey-gazania and @dreamingthroughthenoise for tagging me! Sorry for the very late reply!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Currently, I have 63 works, though a few of them are on-going multichapter ones. If I narrowed it down to only complete fics, it would be 58.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

501,530 words!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently the Silmarillion has me in a chokehold and I am having SO MUCH FUN putting tragic elves into all sorts of situations. There’s a lot of free space and flexibility in its canon which is fun to play around in, and so many AU possibilities. Before that I wrote for Linked Universe/Legend of Zelda, which had a large cast of characters whose found family/friendship dynamics had me hooked.

(we shall not speak of what I wrote during my Fanficion.net days, back when I was very small and very terrible at writing 😛)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Looking at all my fics, my Linked Universe ones have the most: Rescue Mission, Malevolence, Bad Joke, Untitled Goose Fic, and Weatherworn Heart.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I adore comments and go back and reread them often, so I try to at least say thank you to people who’ve left one after reading my fics.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is a tough one! I have a few Hurt/No Comfort ones (all focusing on poor Maedhros). I’ll go with Despair Like Poison, in which I find a way to make the beginning of the Silmarillion EVEN WORSE. Its based on a Tumblr post I made (which I now can't find????), and I might continue it, once I figure out exactly how dark/angsty I want it to get!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Rest for the Weary and the Damned, the final fic in the main storyline for my Maglor is an Eldritch Horror series. After many problems, everyone gets to be together and live happily ever after, including everyone’s favorite eldritch monster.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, but I don’t tend to write a lot of romance/ship-focused fics, so that could be why.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, not my thing to write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossovers aren’t really my thing to write either.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! It's always such an honor when someone asks if they can translate my fic.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, though I do get a lot of inspiration from comments and side-discussions. Untitled Goose Fic happened because of a Discord discussion, and Trial of Crablor Feanorion was written because of a commentor’s remark about animal trials.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Silvergifting can be so much fun and so messed up and I love writing it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My poor Legend of Zelda 1920s AU fic is crying at me from the depths of my WIP pile. I am so sorry. One day, maybe, I will return to it, but I have so many other things that I want to write…

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, story structure, and weird stuff. Eldritch monsters, sentient houses that speak to you in nightmares, crabs who were once elves, dreamy-not-entirely-sane narration; those I feel like I can do well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description! Specifically, description used to set up a place, to make the world around the characters feel more textured and real. I am trying to get better at it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have enough typos writing in English, I do not have the confidence to try and write in anything else. The Tolkien fandom has a lot of languages and I’m always in awe of the people who can include them so well into their work.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Megaman.EXE, way way back in the early days of Fanfiction.net, all of which has now been thankfully eaten by the internet.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I say it every time someone asks, but it has to be The Haunting of Imladris. That fic was a gift: it gave me a world to flesh out for my eldritch!Maglor series, it gave me confidence to write horror (which I’d never done before) and it gave me Lindir. I will always adore and be grateful to it.

Tagging: @camille-lachenille @thelordofgifs @searchingforserendipity25 @sallysavestheday @lordgrimwing @eilinelsghost @chthonion @gardensofthemoon and anyone else who wants to join in!

#thank you again for the tag #my writing #silmarillion #linkeduniverse

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leftoverchimera · 11 months ago

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In the meantime, smoke a blunt and drink at the hip saloon.  As we prepare just for you.   

Open your eyes, Dear Reader.

 For these Baboons have become the new philosopher kings. Golden linen togas adorn our alabaster fur

As crescent moons laterally rest on our foreheads.  We are the messengers of Thoth himself.   Raising our hands aloft towards the sun’s rise.   As Ra’s light envelops our bodies In heavenly radiance.  Our minds ascend beyond mere thought   But evolved towards a need to   Investigate every truth that exists in this world

And discover the ultimate lie.

Us Baboons are merely thoughts Mere ripples of brainwaves From a collective consciousness  That we have dubbed as

“The Dear Reader.” 

We shall debate ad nauseum on the philosophies of thought  Of Descartes’ discussion of what makes man.

“I think therefore I am?” or did he truly suggest “I am thinking therefore I am?” 

Is the present continuous process of thought what makes a being a true being?  That grounds them in this corporeal world crafted by the so-called Great Maker? Could we, as the acolytes of Thoth, harness this gift of thought?   As we continue to discuss while your head is buzzing with mind-numbing haze.

Giggling at our funny faces and colorful bums.  We have decided to finally cross over to your world. 

If our understanding is true, that continuous thought equates to being,

Then the collective beings of “The Dear Reader” must exist in their own world as well.   A world of thoughts and perceptions that we shall seamlessly infiltrate.

Close the page, Oh Dear Reader.  

For Thoth is a god beyond Knowledge, but of Learning and Magic, those great skills of humanity are now ours as well.   So in our learning, we know in our hearts of hearts  That even if you close the page and forget about this poem.  That we will reside in the darkest pits of your mind Wrapping ourselves in our golden linen mummy cocoons. Preserving ourselves eternally   In the minds of thousands, perhaps millions. 

Anticipating our chance to play our Baboon Tunes and consume human rangoons.

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#first time posting a poem to tumblr #so I don’t really know what I’m doing #this was a poem I made for a poetry class #i hope it’s good #i know it’s insanely long so if you read this far, thank you #formatting this on tumblr sucked so much actually #also why are drafts on a whole separate page? #so stupid #anyways maybe I’ll post more poems if I feel like it #idk man I’m just vibing #baboons 🐒

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thepmmmwitchproject · 2 years ago

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The Obscure Witch Challenge Masterpost!

Here is where I’ll posting everyone’s entries from the Obscure Witch Challenge!

FROM DIFFERENT STORY: Centipede-like witch: Minotaur witch: Messenger bird witch (ROSALINE): From @bearwithbandages: Rosaline, the mailwoman witch, its nature is avoiding romance. This witch is constantly trying to find the letter that she lost long ago, trying to prevent it from being delivered and destroying her life. It's recommended to not fight this witch if you are in love, For if she senses a human's romance. She will take their heart and send it to the romantic interest, ergo killing them. Moth-like witch (CIRCE): From @honestlyboringperson: Circe, the silk moth witch with a sleepy nature. Due to the bright lights that exist within her barrier, the witch is unable to sleep. It goes around searching for a dim area to sleep in, but her familiars always illuminate every single corner, making her pursuit of a peaceful sleep impossible. She dismisses humans and simply ignores them, unless they defeat one of her familiars. She will force them to extinguish every light until the barrier only shows the stars above. When the witch dies, the sun rises above the barrier. Bee-like witch:

FROM KAZUMI MAGICA: Kagami mochi witch: Headless dress: Teapot witch: Feathery witch: Floating pillars witch: FROM SUZUNE MAGICA: Ragdoll witch: Nurse witch: Skull witch: Jack-in-a-box witch:

FROM TART MAGICA: Woman-like witch: Gallows witch: Hand witch: Parasitic fish witch: Armored bird witch (GANBATAR): From @thevideogameraptorboggle-blog: Ganbatar, the squire witch with a nature of machismo. Once a humble socialite, this witch despises her own weakness and looks to overcome it, indulging in a life of protein shakes and CrossFit. The armor she wears is a nearly-indestructible heirloom of a hero from her past, and she hopes one day to be just as big and strong as they were. The only way to defeat this witch is in an honorable, one-on-one duel, presided over by the armor’s lower half and helmet. Any attempts to use sneak attacks or group tactics will have the offending parties stomped to death by the armor’s mighty foot. If you manage to defeat her in combat, her armor shall become yours, whether you want it to or not. Girl in barrel witch: Snail witch: Tentacles witch: Risqué bear witch: Vines witch: Sun head witch Flower witch: Crab witch: Fairy bell witch: Eyeball witch: Heraldry witch: Gramophone witch: Clock witch (HORLOGE): From @shitposterxdxdxd: Horloge, the clock witch, her nature is awaiting. A witch who hopes she can stop being a magical girl since that caused her a lot of pain and brought a lot of despair to her days. Even though she's a witch, she still thinks she's a magical girl. Tick tock tick tock, her clock chimes like this and she awaits for a moment that will never come and she will continue to think that she is a magical girl, unless she is annihilated at this very moment. Apart from awaiting, if a magical girl is found, she will use the sharp needles that protrude from her body to kill said magical girl and give her a painless death, but only to later feel envy since is dead and she is not. House shoe thing witch:

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mermaid--bride · 3 years ago

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I posted 636 times in 2022

That's 489 more posts than 2021!

203 posts created (32%)

433 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 503 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#maria - 250 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I know my OCs main ship is with Ruki, but HAVE YOU SEEN THESE TWO!?

Kino’s little crab... ♥

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Maria and @yuriko-tsukino-rp enjoying some time together at the Mukami’s pool ♥

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This picrew reminded me of that Ayato scene in his HDB route and I just had to make myself terrified for my life after he left me there XD

For this I tag @ayatoslover , @calystegiabit and @ask-ruki-mukami

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Random Laito x reader scenario because I’ve been cleaning all day and had Laito in my mind

TW: Spiders

--At the dungeon in the Sakamaki mansion

Y/n:*frowns at the sight of all the dust laying around* Oh my God... When was the last time someone cleaned this place?

Laito: Who knows~? We don’t usually care all that much. We only play here every now and then anyway.

Y/n: Oh... *sighs* I can’t I can’t believe Reiji-san forced us into cleaning this place...

Laito: Nfu he was pretty angry, wasn’t he~?

Y/n: That’s because, thanks to you, we broke most of his prized collection!

Laito: Now, don’t put the blame on me. We both know you were enjoying it too~ *places arm around their waist*

Y/n: ! *moves away* Can you please stop that!? Anyway, let’s get this over with.

Laito: Fufu, sure~

--Y/n starts cleaning as Laito follows behind, watching their every move instead of cleaning as well.

Y/n: ... Oi... Would you, please, help me instead of following me around?

Laito: But watching you is way more fun~

Y/n: *rolls their eyes and opens a cabinet*

Laito: *suddenly screeches in fear and disappears*

Y/n: !! *immediately gets up and starts killing all the spiders that are coming out* Ugh! ... Laito?

Laito: *nowhere to be seen*

Y/n: ... *shrugs and continues to clean the cabinet, killing the remaining spiders within it*

[TIMESKIP]

Y/n: *comes out of the dungeon, cleaning the sweat from their forehead*

Reiji: Y/n, have you finished your task?

Y/n: I have... Have you seen Laito?

Reiji: Laito? Was he not with you?

Y/n: He disappeared after some spiders came out of one of the cabinets...

Reiji: Eh~? *smirks* Is that so? Then it seems my punishment was a success. As expected.

Y/n: Hm?

Reiji: You have done well. As a reward, I shall give you the honor of having me cook you dinner tonight.

Y/n: Really!?

Reiji: Of course. Now, quickly go clean yourself. I will not forgive you if you happen to spread dust anywhere inside the house.

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My #1 post of 2022

From the series "They're the same and you can't convince me otherwise" 😂

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snowdice · 3 years ago

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Big Bang Editing Story [Day 99]

I started writing this fic while editing my Big Bang story, but am going to continue doing it for other things now that Kill Dear is out. I will write and publish 100 words of the story every time I finish doing whatever task I’m doing. If you’d like to block these proceedings, please feel free to block the tag proofread stories. I will reblog this post with the parts of the story I do today. Edited chapters are linked; everything else I’ve done so far is under the cut.

My Master Post Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39 Part 40 Part 41 Part 42 Part 43 Part 44 Part 45 Part 46

Today shall be a short day. I have an appointment later.

Chapter 47 (Logan)

Logan and Virgil had gotten into the habit of having reading lessons in the afternoons 3 times a week. They would sit in the small library near the royal wing for an hour or two and do different things related to increasing Virgil’s literacy.

Logan had started with just teaching him letters, but he’d memorized those long ago at this point. Now, Logan would spend most of the time having him read simpler books out loud and correcting any mistakes he made along the way. Improvement was surprisingly fast, though in truth, Logan hadn’t had any measure for how long it would take a teenager to learn to read and Virgil was quite dedicated.

Usually, their lessons ended with Logan reading a more complicated book while letting him follow along. The last week, they had been reading the library book Virgil had chosen for himself, Into the Mist. It was an interesting book to read to Virgil, though Logan was unsure if it would be as interesting if he were to read it on his own. In truth, it was a good, but rather ordinary fantasy book. Virgil, however, seemed incredibly fascinated by it. He had never heard a high fantasy story before in his life and he was constantly comparing and contrasting things in the book to things he understood in real life as well as asking Logan about them.

It also became clear that Virgil did not quite understand real life fully. He attributed the same amount of awe to hearing the ocean being described as he did to the main character’s climb up the sky to a cloud city in hopes of saving his love interest’s life. In fact, he seemed more in awe of Logan’s explanation of the ocean since it actually existed.

Logan had a sudden intense urge to plan a trip to see an ocean at some point in the future. Lamir was a costal country and its castle sat on top of a cliff that overlooked the sea. It would be easy enough to take a trip to their ally’s country at some point.

“So, cloud mites don’t exist?” Virgil confirmed yet again.

“No,” Logan said. “They don’t. In fact, their existence would go against all magical laws since they are sentient without being alive.”

“But crabs do?” Virgil asked.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Crabs do not go against the natural order of things,” Logan said.

“But why?” Virgil asked.

“I… don’t understand the question.”

“They don’t have the right number of legs.”

“W-what do you mean by that?” Logan asked, confused.

“Animals can only have an even number of legs on either side.”

“No,” Logan said. Virgil nodded vigorously. “What about beetles? Those have 6 legs. Three on each side.”

“But beetles are bug,” Virgil pointed out.

“Bugs are animals,” Logan argued.

“No, they’re not.”

His face was so serious, and he was so sure, that it was funny. “Bugs are animals,” Logan said.

Virgil seemed confused by this. “But they have 6 legs.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Virgil, what do you think and animal is?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Virgil said, pouting slightly at being laughed at. Logan leaned over to bump their shoulder together which seemed to pacify him. “Cows. Birds. Frogs.”

“I think we need to get you a tutor. You are missing some fundamental building blocks in your education.”

He huffed, peering at the book.

“It’s no fault of your own,” Logan assured. “You are not born with information like that. People were just negligent in teaching you these things.”

Virgil nodded. “That actually reminds me of something.”

“Mmm?” Logan asked.

“There’s something I need to teach you.”

“And what would that be?” Logan asked.

“Survival instincts.”

“What?”

Virgil slammed his hand down on Logan’s desk. “You have no survival instincts,” he declared. “I bet you don’t even know what hemlock tastes like.”

“Isn’t that poisonous.”

“Yes,” Virgil said.

“Then of course I don’t know what it tastes like.”

“Exactly! That’s the problem.”

“I don’t need to know what poison tastes like, Virgil,” Logan said.

“Yes, you do,” Virgil argued. “It’s an important skill.”

“I think your view of what constitutes as an ‘important skill’ may be skewed,” Logan said.

“You’re a prince,” Virgil said. “Knowing about poisons is an important skill for you.”

“It’s really not though.”

“You’re at war,” Virgil reminded, “and they already tried to assassinate your father. Do you think they’re not going to send someone else when your father is alive at winter’s end, and they’ve heard no word from their assassin? Do you think if they realize you’re not easily manipulatable, they won’t come for you too?”

“Well, I mean…” Logan said. “You do have a point there.”

“And you need to learn how to climb things and catch things.”

“Why do I need to know how to catch things?”

“We’ve already had this discussion,” Virgil said. “In case someone throws a knife at you.”

Wait. When had they had that conversation?

“And while we’re on the topic of knives, you need to know how to use a knife effectively.”

“I know how to use a knife,” Logan claimed even though he knew he didn’t know how to use a knife in the way Virgil was talking about.

Virgil, despite having no concept of taxonomic classification, was no fool. “Chopping things for potions doesn’t count,” Virgil said. “I’m talking stabbing lessons. For you and Patton, though to be honest, Patton has an advantage already over you when it comes to using weapons.”

“Why does he…” Logan thought. “Because he managed to get a hit on you with a cookie sheet one time?”

“His reflexes are better,” Virgil said, “as well as his ability to use his environment to his advantage. You’re always completely oblivious about what’s going on around you.”

“Excuse me. I am incredibly observant,” said Logan.

“How many chairs are in the dinning room we walked through to get here two hours ago?” Virgil asked.

Logan thought for a moment. “I’m not sure.”

“Exactly! You walk by them every day and you don’t even know how many chairs there are in that room.”

“I have no idea what that has to do with anything.”

“How would you know if someone tampered with the chairs if you don’t know how many of them there are or their positions.”

“Tampered with the chairs?” Logan asked. “What are you talking about? I filter out unnecessary information. That doesn’t mean I’m unobservant.”

“Yes, it does,” Virgil said. “Plus, half the time you don’t even know where I am when you know I’m in the same room as you,” Virgil said.

“Well, that’s because you climb on top of things and hide in walls!” Logan said. “That’s hardly fair.”

“You mean I’m quiet and good at hiding like… an assassin might be.”

Logan pursed his lips. Virgil tilted his head and smiled at him. “I am plenty observant,” Logan insisted once again.

“Prove it,” Virgil said.

“And how should I do that?” Logan asked. “Beyond simply memorizing the furniture arrangements?”

Virgil shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll get an opportunity soon.”

Logan wished he would have been observant enough in that moment to notice the determined spark in his eyes.

Chapter 48 (Thomas)

Thomas was leaving his office when he ran into his son. Or more accurately, his son almost ran into him. “Is everything alright?” Thomas asked.

“I…” Logan said. His hand came out to grasp Thomas’s shirt sleeve, odd behavior for him at least at this age. He used to do such things when he was very small. “Yes,” he said anyway. “Everything is perfectly fine.” He glanced behind himself down the hall.

Thomas looked at him and then looked down the hallway, concerned by his strange behavior. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” Logan said, but he wasn’t letting go of Thomas’s shirt.

“You seem a bit anxious, Logan,” Thomas said.

“I am not,” Logan denied, releasing his shirt. Thomas caught a glimpse of something moving above their heads. The hallway Thomas’s office was in had large pillars along the outer wall that really no one should be able to scale despite there technically being grooves in them. Yet, there Virgil clung to the chapiter of one of them. Even more bewildering, he was gripping a pouch of some kind in his teeth.

They met eyes briefly. Virgil tilted his head at Thomas. Then, he removed one hand from the pillar. How was he up there? He made a motion with his hand that seemed to be telling Thomas to step back.

Thomas looked back at his son. Logan hadn’t noticed Virgil, too busy glancing behind him and not looking up. Thomas looked back up at Virgil and took a big step back. The moment he did, Virgil grabbed the bottom of the pouch with his free hand and let go with his teeth. The pouch flipped upside down dropping its contents right onto Logan’s head.

Logan gave a high-pitched shriek that Thomas didn’t think he’d ever heard from him before. “Virgil!” he yelled, now absolutely soaked.

“Learn to look up,” Virgil said seriously, still clinging to the pillar.

“I hate you,” Logan replied.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean in anger,” Thomas reminded. He was a bit worried Virgil may overreact to Logan saying things like that to him, though he seemed perfectly calm at the moment.

Logan scowled at Thomas. “You’re on his side?! He just dumped water on my head!”

“He needs to be trained to be more observant!” Virgil said.

Logan turned his scowl to Virgil. “Come down here, you intolerable creature! I’m done with your so-called training!”

“And what would you do if I did come down?” Virgil asked while arching an eyebrow, wholly unconcerned. “Quote facts about animals at me?”

Thomas was unsure what about that comment angered Logan, but it apparently did.

“You little…”

“Boys,” Thomas interrupted. “What’s going on here?”

They both immediately started speaking at once, doing their best to talk over each other. Thomas didn’t catch much of either rants except something about ‘training’ and Virgil ‘stalking the halls’ and an “exploding muffin.”

“Okay, okay,” Thomas said, putting a hand up to tell both of them to be quiet. “One at a time. Virgil first.”

“Really?” Logan asked.

“Logan,” Thomas scolded.

He mumbled something under his breath, but he did quiet down.

“Virgil,” Thomas started again. “What’s going on?”

“I’m training him,” Virgil said.

“Training him?” Thomas asked. “Training him for what?”

“For life,” Virgil answered. “He isn’t observant enough.”

“Ah,” Thomas said, still fairly confused. “And how are you training him?”

“Right now, we’re doing situational awareness training,” Virgil said.

“And how does that translate to you dumping water on his head?” Thomas asked.

“He wouldn’t have gotten water on his head if he’d noticed me,” Virgil answered, seriously. Thomas tried not to laugh at the look on his face.

“That is, perhaps true,” Thomas said. “However, dumping water on people’s heads is not nice. Perhaps there is a nicer way to do this training?”

“People trying to kill them won’t be nice,” Virgil said.

“No one is trying to kill Logan,” Thomas said.

Virgil just pursed his lips. “Maybe,” Virgil said. “Not yet.”

Thomas was unsure where this fear had come from. Perhaps he had heard about the successful assassination of Lamir’s late queen. Thomas hadn’t exactly publicized the fact that the queen had been killed and not simply died when he’d returned, but he had told certain people including Logan and Patton. It was possible one of them had let it slip and Virgil had freaked out about it.

“Well,” Thomas said. “It still isn’t nice to ruin someone’s day over a threat that doesn’t exist yet.”

Virgil just huffed at him. He was being surprisingly petulant which actually made Thomas smile just a tad. He’d not even been able to imagine this side of him a month ago. “Why don’t you come down here?” Thomas suggested. “We can talk through the issue and come to a compromise.”

Virgil stared down at him with skeptical eyes.

“Perhaps with tea and cookies?” Thomas suggested.

Virgil tilted his head and slid down the pillar until his feet touched the floor. “What kind of cookies?” he asked.

“We’ll have to see what Helen has made lately,” Thomas said. He turned to Logan and frowned. “You should probably change before you get sick being wet and in the cold.”

Logan nodded and shivered a little bit while rubbing his own arms. Despite the castle being warm, it was no fun to be completely soaked during the winter. Thomas wasn’t even sure if Virgil would have thought to not use freezing cold water. Even with heating elements, the water in the castle could be very cold if you didn’t wait for a bit for it to warm up. Thomas didn’t think Virgil would have thought too far ahead in this ‘training.’

“I’ll take Virgil down to the kitchen and get some tea and cookies for all of us,” Thomas told Logan.

He gave his son a look trying to communicate ‘I’ll talk to him.’ Logan pursed his lips, but nodded, seeming to receive the message.

“Why don’t we meet you in the royal dining room, so the conversation is more private?” Thomas suggested. It would be a much calmer environment than the main dining hall or the kitchens.

“Sure,” Logan agreed, turning to walk off in the direction of the royal wing. The poor thing was huddled in on himself and cold.

Thomas looked over at Virgil and smiled at him softly as Logan left. “Let’s go see what cookies Helen has ready,” he suggested.

Chapter 49 (Virgil)

“So,” King Thomas said as they walked through the halls towards the kitchens. The path to the kitchens from pretty much anywhere in the castle was familiar to Virgil now. Food was abundant in this place and there were no restrictions on Virgil eating it. There were no restrictions on anyone in the castle eating it, unless you counted Patton’s mother insisting people eat a more varied diet than only cookies. Personally, while Virgil did like cookies, he had no complaints over that matter. “You and Logan seem to be having a disagreement,” Thomas continued.

“I’m right,” Virgil insisted, and he was.

However, explaining why Virgil was right to the king was a bit difficult when Virgil was hiding why he knew Logan developing survival instincts was important. It was clear that Virgil did not get his point across correctly because the king laughed slightly.

“Everyone believes they are right during a disagreement,” Thomas said. “I’m sure Logan has his own ideas about who is correct.”

Virgil frowned at him. “I am.”

“Perhaps you are both right,” the king suggested.

“But…”

“You cannot dump water on people’s heads in the castle hallways, Virgil,” the king scolded, but it was a gentle scolding and Virgil forced himself to not climb the wall and disappear. He had a point to make. “Especially not in the winter.”

“He’s the prince,” Virgil argued. “He needs to know how to protect himself in case of danger.”

“That is true,” Thomas conceded. “You are probably correct that we should be making sure the royal family is well protected and can protect themselves. We have been safe for a long time, but there is always a risk.” He seemed contemplative for a moment. “However,” he continued. “The way you are going about it is not correct in my opinion. Clearly, it is not in Logan’s opinion as well.”

“But…”

“You risk making more problems than solving with your strategy,” the king said.

“Like what?” Virgil asked.

“Well,” Thomas said. “Getting someone wet when it’s cold is never a good idea even inside a castle.” Virgil… could agree with that. “You also could accidently ruin something important by getting water on it if you don’t give warning. Even if you are doing something besides pouring water on his head, if you continue to do things to ‘train’ Logan in the same vein, he is likely to become more paranoid than vigilant.”

“What’s the difference?” Virgil asked.

“Being vigilant means you are prepared for danger around every corner. Being paranoid means you are expecting danger around every corner.”

“There doesn’t seem like there’s much of a difference,” Virgil said.

“There is,” said the king, as they pushed through a set of double doors. “Take any of the royal guards,” he gestured subtly at the two people guarding the room to the hall they’d just come from. “If a guard is constantly worried that every little sound is a danger and every new person is an enemy, they will waste all of their energy and time chasing down stray rodents and interrogating maids that decided to walk a different path to their destinations. When real danger does appear, they may be too worn out or distracted to react.”

“However, if the guards are calm and instead of instantly overreacting to every small thing, they make a note of it in case it ends up being something they need to react to later, then they will be prepared to act if there are any actual threats.”

Virgil bit his tongue to stop from mentioning that he’d managed to sneak by the guards to the royal wing the first night he was here. A boy with a cookie sheet had done more against him that King Thomas’s guards.

“That’s why I make sure everyone who works for the castle, especially the guards have not only time off to sleep and eat, but time off for leisure where they are not expected to be hypervigilant.”

“All people need to have a time and place to feel safe, even the ones whose jobs it is to keep others safe. Logan’s job is not the same as the guards who keep the people in this castle physically safe, but he is training to be king. He needs time to perform his duties and to relax between them. Harassing him all day with survival training is not going to help him.”

“People don’t need to feel safe,” Virgil argued. “They need to be safe.”

The king stopped walking and turned to him. Virgil couldn’t help but cringe a bit as the king studied him.

“You haven’t had a chance to feel safe very often in your life, have you?” the king asked.

Virgil shrugged, looking away.

“What would make you feel safe?” Thomas asked.

“Logan being safe,” Virgil said.

“Logan is safe, Virgil,” the king tried to argue.

Virgil scowled. “I don’t trust your guards. Even the best guard won’t be able to help if Logan gets trapped alone with someone. He needs to learn self-defense.”

“Well, I’m already planning to up security in the castle when spring comes. Would me asking if he’d be willing to do self-defense training with someone help?”

He thought about it for a few moments. “Maybe,” he said, lips pursed, “but what if the person you get to teach him isn’t any good at it?” Honestly, Virgil wasn’t sure if he could trust anyone in this entire kingdom to do proper training.

Then again… Prijaznia had been holding its own against Mocnejsi for… Virgil didn’t actually know how long. He just knew that he’d always remembered there being a war going on between them for his entire life. And… while no one had ever actually said it out loud, Prijaznia was probably winning. It’s why Mocnejsi was going for things like assassinations and tricks instead of normal warfare.

Not to mention Prijaznia was less… war torn. Sure, he’d been living in the castle recently, but even in his travel to the castle, people seemed to be a bit better off.

So, maybe there were some people in the kingdom who knew what they were doing when fighting. However, Virgil wasn’t going to trust the king to pick out who should train Logan.

“I’m sure we can find someone who is up to your standards,” the king said, though the curl to his lip seemed to indicate he wasn’t taking Virgil seriously. Of course, as far as he knew, Virgil was just a random kid his friend had befriended, so that was probably fair.

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It was a bit frustrating to not be able to tell Logan’s dad why Virgil was worried or how he knew how to help, but Virgil wouldn’t dare give him even the slightest hint of the truth. He respected the king. He was starting to like the king. Yet, Virgil was not a fool.

The king obviously misinterpreted the disgruntled expression on his face. “Maybe you can also do some of your training,” he said, “but there has to be compromise. You and Logan need to talk about it without fighting before anything goes any further. I can mediate. We’ll talk about what things might be okay and what things are off limits.”

“Okay,” Virgil said, still not happy, but knowing there wasn’t much else he could do.

“Okay,” the king agreed. They were now at the door to the kitchens “Now, let’s get those cookies.”

Chapter 50 (Patton)

Patton was starting to get excited. There had been a small snow storm a couple of weeks before, but since then, the temperature had been on the rise with no sign of more snow on the horizon. It was still a bit chilly, but Patton only really felt the need for a light coat instead of any more extreme winter wear. It was great!

Usually everyone including Patton was relieved as Winter turned to Spring, but this year, Patton had even more of a reason to be happy about it. Virgil had gotten a tiny bit more comfortable going outside over the winter, but he still didn’t like it too much.

Patton could almost feel the change in him as the warmer months drew nearer like a flower getting ready to bloom. He was happier and more energetic. Mr. Deknis was getting things ready to start planting as soon as his seasonal workers started to arrive in the coming weeks. In the meantime, Virgil helped him get ready with a lot of enthusiasm.

It was probably the warmest it had been today. It wasn’t nearly summer, but Patton wouldn’t call it cold. So, while Logan was off doing princely duties in the afternoon, Patton decided to test if it was warm enough now for Virgil to willingly go outside.

Patton found Virgil in Mr. Deknis’s rooms a couple of hours after lunch, figuring he’d be done with whatever task they were doing that day by then. Patton ended up being correct as when Mr. Deknis let him into his living room, Virgil was busy flipping through yet another book of orchids, still trying to decide which he wanted to grow.

“Hi, Virgil,” Patton said, walking into the room with Princess Marisol on his heels. She had been lazing in a sunny spot by a nearby window but had gotten up to follow him as he walked by.

“Hi,” Virgil replied. He closed the book and set it aside.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dovecote with me,” Patton said. “I wanted to send a letter.”

Virgil thought about it for a moment, and Patton would swear he was using some secret weather sensing mechanism in his head to check the weather before saying, “Okay.”

“If you two are going to the dovecote, would you mind taking a letter for me as well?” Mr. Deknis asked.

“Of course,” Patton agreed.

Mr. Deknis turned to grab a sealed letter off his desk. “It’s for my daughter,” Mr. Deknis said. “The handlers should know the right pigeon to give it to.”

Patton nodded and took it.

“You have a daughter?” Virgil asked, sounding more surprised than Patton would have expected.

“Yes, Darlene,” Mr. Deknis said. “I’ve talked about her. I thought I’d mentioned she was my daughter.”

“I didn’t know you could have children.”

The statement clearly rang with truth to Mr. Deknis’s ears, but it didn’t make him look any less confused. “Why would you think that?” he asked.

Patton’s eyes widened as he recalled a conversation from months ago where Virgil had been confused about why Mr. Deknis was allowed to be a gardener when he was a multrum. Patton didn’t know much about how multrums were treated in Mocnejsi, but it hadn’t sounded very nice and Patton could draw some conclusions about why Virgil thought that. The problem of course was that Patton was pretty sure very few people in Prijaznia would be confused about Mr. Deknis being allowed to have a kid.

“You’re old,” Patton blurted before Virgil could say anything more. “Old people can’t have kids.”

These things were not technically lies. Mr. Deknis still looked at him like he’d just sensed Patton saying one though. He frowned and his eyes narrowed a bit. Patton had… never been as good at running around Mr. Deknis’s powers as Logan was.

“Patton,” Mr. Deknis said. “What?”

“You have to forgive Virgil,” Patton said, grabbing Virgil’s arm and tugging on it. Luckily, Virgil followed easily enough. “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know how babies are made.”

“That isn’t an argument, Patton.”

“Anyway, we have to go,” Patton said.

Patton pulled Virgil out of Mr. Deknis’s living room and into the hallway. He slammed the door behind them. “Run,” said Patton to Virgil. They ran.

Luckily, Patton was right. Mr. Deknis was old and didn’t seem keen to chase them. However, Patton expected that the conversation was nowhere near over. This, even if it made their behavior even more suspicious, would give Patton time to think of something or, more realistically, talk to Logan and get him to think of something.

The ended up all the way outside the stable before the stopped. Virgil, while fast, was not a distance runner and Patton wasn’t exactly athletic, so they collapsed in an exhausted heap.

“Why did we run?” Virgil asked after a few minutes of rest.

“People from Prijaznia wouldn’t question why a multrum can have a child,” Patton said. “They’re just normal people with some powers. If we’re not careful, he could have figured out you weren’t from here.”

Virgil grimaced. “That’s not good,” he said.

“It’ll be alright,” Patton promised. “We just need to ask Logan what to say. He’s always better at talking circles around Mr. Deknis.”

“He’s in a meeting right now though.”

“Yeah,” Patton said, “but that just means we have to be sneaking for a couple of hours.”

Always one to make something fun out of a not so great situation, Patton glanced over at Virgil. “You’re pretty good at sneaking,” he said. “Why don’t you teach me something about sneaking by helping me sneak into the dovecote.”

“You want to do training?” Virgil asked.

Patton hesitated, having heard about ‘training’ from Logan. “Uh, only this type of training,” Patton said, “and only for this afternoon until we have a chance to talk to Logan.”

“The king told me I could train people if they gave me permission.”

Oh dear.

He seemed invigorated suddenly and popped to his feet even though Patton really would have rather rested for a bit more.

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“The dovecote is the tower that kind of stands on its own on the North side of the castle, right?” Virgil asked.

“Yep,” Patton agreed, “that’s it.”

“Great,” Virgil said. “That will be perfect for climbing lessons.”

Oh dear.

“Er…” Patton said. “Climbing? I thought we could just, you know, sneak through the doors…”

“Using the doors is the first thing they’d suspect,” Virgil argues. “We have to be sneaky.”

“We won’t really be sneaky if I fall and crack my head open on the ground,” Patton muttered.

“That’s why it’s perfect for training!” Virgil said. “There’s a lot of footholds. You won’t fall.”

“You vastly overestimate my upper body strength,” Patton said, but Virgil wasn’t listening. He was just grabbing at Patton’s arm and pulling him North.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know!” Virgil promised. “First lesson. We need to sneak up to the building. There are bushes that go along the castle walls. We’re going to crawl through those.”

“Okay, I’m not sure if that’s necessary,” Patton said. “If Mr. Deknis finds us, we can just outrun him again.”

“Maybe not,” Virgil agreed, “but it’s good practice, and this is training.”

“Right…” Patton said, but then sighed at the look in Virgil’s eyes. “Fine, lets go get in the bushes.”

Chapter 51 (Logan)

“I see you wore out Patton with that,” Logan said to Virgil. Patton glared at him from where he’d collapsed on Logan’s bedroom floor.

He’d been accosted as soon as he’d gotten out of a meeting earlier in the day by Patton and Virgil as apparently, they’d slipped up in front of Mr. Deknis. Luckily, the conversation had not been nearly as dire as they’d feared. True, most people in Prijaznia wouldn’t question the rights of multrums anymore, but racism was still prevalent in some smaller pockets near the kingdom’s boarders. It was easy enough to explain that Virgil was from an area where prejudice against multrums was prevalent (not a lie) and that Patton, with his sensibilities would panic not wanting Mr. Deknis to realize Virgil’s internalized prejudices and would take him away to explain (also not a lie).

It had been easy enough to provide this explanation to Mr. Deknis and for the man to accept Virgil’s apology for his accidental offensiveness. There’d been a bit of lingering suspicion from the gardener, but nothing that wouldn’t fade with time.

They’d fled back to Logan’s room after that to breathe away from adult supervision which is when Patton had dramatically fallen to the floor.

Apparently, Patton had been Virgil’s newest victim of training. Patton currently had bruises and scrapes from attempting to scale the wall of the dovecote. When Virgil hadn’t been able to get him up that way, they’d taken an alternate route which explained the feathers and… other unpleasant messes now stuck to both of them. That’s why Patton was on the floor and not the furniture.

“Patton has a lot to work on,” Virgil said gravely. His eyes flickered a bit, “but at least he’s willing to work on it.”

Logan shot him a tight-lipped glare. “Go take a shower, Virgil,” he said.

Virgil stuck his tongue out at him in response but did turn and disappear into the next room to take a show.

“And what about you?” Logan asked the figure on the floor. “Are you going to go shower.”

There was a long pause. “I’ a min’te,” he yawned, not opening his eyes.

“Whatever you want,” Logan said. Though, he did sacrifice one pillow from his bed, making Patton lift his head so Logan could slip the pillow under it.

He sat on his bed with a book waiting for Virgil to get out of the shower. He was pretty sure Patton had fallen asleep on the floor by the time the door to the bathroom opened once again. Virgil was in one of the sweaters Logan had given him when he’d first come here despite having new fitted clothes of his own for ever occasion. It still hung off his frame a bit, but not as much as it once had. He yawned softly.

“Tired from your long day of being a menace?” Logan asked idly.

Virgil stopped mid yawn to glare at him.

#proofread stories #not writing

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aka-indulgence · 4 years ago

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Take Me by the Hand

So I wanted to post this on valentines (it’s not exactly valentine-themed, I just wanted to put something out hjdsk), but decided it was better to post now -w- this is a little fluff fic for @yeosin-n!! She has a really cool au called underwaves, and of course she makes just wonderful wonderful stuff and i love them all- and then its an undertale au!!!! in the ocean!!!!! ahdjkshd I kinda instantly fell in love with it... and UW Sans (Naut) as well, so uh!! Here’s a fluffy self-indulgent fanfic!!

Naut (UW!Sans)/Reader :D!!

"heheh, ya look like a big duck, darlin'."

You try not to make a frustrated noise at him (lord knows he's already having WAY too much fun with you) and choose to simply mumble to yourself quietly as you take step by heavy step towards the innocently splashing waves, as if taunting your predicament.

"I'd appreciate some help right about now, I could do without the remarks." You snap (softly) at him as you waddle your way over the sand, your heavy diving equipment jostling a little with every step.

Naut had been helpful enough to put all the weight on you, and you wanted no more than to strangle the grin off the bastard's face.

He's lucky you're dating him and love him too much to do that.

Naut only chuckles for a bit, in your face, and you're about to throw your flippers at him when his laughs finally die down.

"sorry, sorry," Naut lets a few more chuckles out as he wipes the "tears" away from his top set of eyesockets.

You could swear you saw his lower eyelights turned into hearts for a second…

"couldn't help myself. ya sure are a cutie," he says, and you would've made a sound of indignation if you didn't see the flowers happily popping into existence near the hole in his skull, floating down as if a slow waterfall was carrying it.

You're the one with the happy little flowers, you want to tease, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to hide it. It was cute and pretty, you loved seeing him happy and relaxed.

Without realizing what he's trying to do, Naut's already by your side, going behind your back. Before you could ask him what he's doing, you make a "hup-!?" Noise when he hoists your tank up.

"better?"

He was.. helping you carry your equipment.

"Y-yeah!" You startle (you're not sure why, but the fact that he's actually helping you makes you feel.. sentimental).

"ok then, let's keep going,"

With the help of Naut, the journey to the water’s edge wasn’t as painful as it was when you started trudging down the sand, and you eventually got about chest-deep in the water.

Naut let go of your tank, keeping you steady while you fit your dive boots into the open heel flippers. You fit your mask onto your face, and Naut starts drifting into deeper waters, now bobbing in the waves (how do skeletons float…? Of course he came from the ocean but… it’s like he has invisible floaties on!). He snrks a little. You make a face at him (well, as much of a face you could make with a mask covering half your face).

“What?”

“heheh… nothing. ya just… ya kinda look like a fish? with the goggles…” He makes two C-shapes with his phalanges, bringing them up to his sockets. “oh glowing waves above, i just wanna pinch you.”

“H-hey! Stay focused!” you fluster, holding your hands out to him as if he was going to bite you.

Naut chuckles. “yeah, you’re right… i can always pinch ya later.” he teases, and before you could protest more, he gestures with his hand. “ok, check your second stage first, and let’s swim slowly…”

You give the purge button of your second stage a couple of times, before attaching it to your mouth, floating towards your sea-lover. You release the air from your BCD, and Naut takes you by the hand, gently guiding you into the water.

Everything feels different as soon as you are completely submerged, the sounds around you switching from air to water; your surroundings turning blue in an instant. For a few moments, you can only hear the sound of your breathing, the bubbles burbling around you.

“you doing ok?” Naut’s voice snaps you out of your momentary awe, sounding practically as clear as he does outside the water. “don’t forget to equalize the pressure in your ears.”

The sand slopes down, and you tilt your head this way and that, giving Naut the ok signal when you think you’re good.

He’s dropped his teasing and playing around as he slowly brings you away from the surface; you vaguely feel like someone with a blindfold on while someone else’s pulling you somewhere to show you a surprise. He has to keep looking behind him to make sure he doesn’t run into corals or sharks or whatever.

Your world completely changes around you- not that you’ve never seen ocean scapes before, but actually being in it to see it for yourself sure is a special experience. You see your first fish, catching your eye as it darts away from below you. The sandy bottom keeps going down, and down, and down….

… Until eventually, you reach a spot where it stops, turning into a plain of sand.

Naut sits down- just, sits down on the sand, and it's so weird how he just so casually sits, legs apart below you, underwater. He tugs you a bit, pointing to the sand.

You descend, knees hitting the sand with a soft ‘pwsh’... your hands inadvertently fall onto Naut’s ribcage.

You see all four of his eyelights looking down, then lighting up, and you have no idea if he can see you blushing underwater-

But thankfully, Naut knows to set his priorities straight, and right now it’s making sure your diving goes smoothly and safely.

“good?”

For a second, seeing Naut completely at home in this environment, you nod your head without thinking- shaking your head before giving him the ok sign.

His grin grows and he laughs.

Damn. Even underwater he still sounds smooth as hell…

“heheheh… ok, bubbles. let’s get started then, shall we?”

After about a minute of buoyancy practice, Naut kicked off the sand with his slippers (how did they stay on his feet under- you know what? Maybe you shouldn’t question the physics of underwater monsters so much), letting you follow him in your own pace.

Not too far from the water’s edge, corals started sprouting out from the sand, and no longer than that, more sea life appeared. A rainbow of fish were milling about, shrimp and crabs skitter over the ‘living rocks’, and a sea turtle lazily swims by.

Naut easily backpedals towards it, and it circles around him.

Your eyes are taking in the underwater scene all around you with splendor; if you could smile, you would. It was all just so pretty, and your boyfriend’s over there becoming some sort of disney princess, as a few cleaner fish swim towards his skull. You don’t need to hold in your laughter on account of the regulator in your mouth, but your metaphorical smile gets bigger as you watch the tiny striped fish look around his crack while he’s completely unaware… he looks like he’s about to say something when his eyelights go out, as one of them starts nibbling.

He flaps his hand like he’s swatting a fly away, and maybe you’re being tortured right now because you just want to let out a raucous laugh, purposefully shoving it in his face.

“oh, of course, you’re entertained.” Naut lids his sockets a little, feigning annoyance, though the cute little flowers only continue to flow out of his skull.

You want to gesture a “sorry (not sorry)” at him, but without knowing sign language, the most you could do is open your hands for a hug. He’s been wonderfully non-teasing the whole way down, and you think he deserves some credit, especially showing you… all of this.

You’re thinking about how thankful you are to have him with you when you see his eyelights dart somewhere else with his grin turning mischievous. He points to the turtle still swimming nearby and asks “hey, what kind of turtle do you think that green sea turtle is?”

… What.

You blink at him a couple of times, trying to convey your “what kind of question” emotion you’re feeling right now, knowing he’s smart enough to realize what he just said-

“hahahah, i’m joking i’m joking, i know it’s Chelonia mydas. c’mon, i’m no loggerhead.”

…

Loggerhead. Loggerhead sea turtle.

…

You raise your fist at him, and you hope he could hear your internal screaming at him. Looking at the way his sockets crinkle and his grin practically stretching from non-existent ear to ear, you think he can.

The dive was relaxing and pleasant, with Naut completely in his element, giving you the reassurance that you’ll be alright with him. He brought you to different parts of the reef, highlighting some of the animals similarly as to how he addressed the sea turtle.

He brought you swimming closer to the seafloor, showing you clownfish in their stinging friend-homes, and with a straight face he said, “keep your friends close,” he put a ‘friendly’ arm around the carnivorous invertebrate, “keep your anemones closer.”

You swam away from him then, closer to whee the sand starts sloping again. You met a singular jellyfish there, to which Naut poked away from you- it could just fit in your palms. You watch with mild glee as he gently poked it around… you know it’s a living creature… but wow did you want to bounce it and play around with it like a toy. He moved it away from you and sent it bobbing in the direction of the open ocean, and he turned to you to say “are you jelly you didn’t get to play with it?”

You wanted nothing more than to show him a flat face, if you were brave enough to take the regulator off your mouth. You followed him back towards the reef, swimming through a large school of fish that parted as you did.

“how you feeling seastar? i’m feeling fin-tastic.”

He turned around to gesture at the school. “aren’t they like living artwork? so beautiful. i like to consider myself sofishticated, you know.”

You almost couldn’t focus on the reef around you as you were both delighted and desperately trying to hide it from him, that you’re enjoying a diving buddy/instructor that could talk to you as you dive.

You swam leisurely ahead of him, looking for more “landmarks” (sea… marks…?) to look at before you run out of gas, when you heard a rush of water behind you.

You almost let the regulator out of your mouth when you see a huge eel flapping about near you, with Naut holding its tail end and keeping it from coming at you. He reeled it in towards him, holding its head.

“don’t know what got into this guy. maybe your fins surprised him.”

He goes silent for a while.

“but i guess thaaat’s a moray for you.”

Old jokes!!! He’s too much!!!

You wished you could’ve said something to him so you weren’t simply being subjected to his continuous puns, but at that point it looked like you might just get that; when you saw that your pressure gauge showed less than 100.

Naut quickly looked to you when you made a wave at him, giving him a 9-0 signal, trying to convey an “up?” as best you can.

“oh. oh yeah let’s get you up, bubbles.” He said as he swam towards you.

It was like- he had a switch for professional diving instructor and ‘regular Naut’. He quietly guided your ascent, slowly and steadily, making a stop below the surface to decompress, before finally swimming all the way to the surface and inflating your BCD.

“Blah!” you ungracefully spit the regulator out, letting it sink into the water and take the mask off your face. “My teeth always feel weird afterwards…”

“cus’ you’re clenching it all the time.” he floats towards you, putting an arm around you. “how you feeling, gull friend?”

You open your mouth, only to stop when you realized what he said- as if on time, a seagull keows above you.

You give him your best attempt at a seething glare, but you take a breath and smile, putting an arm around him as well. “You know what? That was really nice. I haven’t had this much fun in a while. … or really, I didn’t do that much before I met you. I liked this, Naut. Thanks for taking me out here with you.”

You watch with satisfaction as Naut’s lazy expression and smug-ass grin fade away, his main sockets becoming wide and a light blush colors his cheekbones.

Ha, gottem.

“o-oh. you- yeah. i… you're welcome. anything for you, seastar. i’m glad you liked it.” his eyelights shift away from you.

“Yeah… though not gonna lie, you really were a sun of a beach down there. Punning when you know I can’t say anything to you- it was like, water you doing!”

“ha, yeah i know, it was-” Naut paused. And then he turned to you, seeing how smug and proud you looked of yourself.

You watched how his eyelights dilated in his sockets, sparkling like sun rays dancing in the water.

“heh… heheheh….” he chortled, “oh… don’t be mad now… it’s not a good idea to get too tide down to your emotions.”

“Well- high tide or low tide, I’ll be by your side.”

“better make sure you weren’t pier-pressured into that.”

“Nah. I’m a girl who just wants some sun with my bonefriend!”

He was smiling like a downright lovable idiot right now, eyelights shining like the sun.

“hhhhoooh my god, i want to kiss you.”

You give him a smirk.

“Oh! So you’re feeling… naut-y?”

Your grin weakens a little when Naut stops grinning, and his eyelights shrinking back to their regular sizes, shimmering. For a moment you worry if you said something wrong somehow, but your worry was unfounded- just moments later you watch as cute little hearts start coming out of his skull, with four of his eyelights turning into the same shape.

“i don’t know why kissing’s naut-y, but it’s in my name-ture to be.”

You’re smiling just as wide as him, ignoring how far he had to reach to make that pun. He closes his eyes and you let him lean in towards you, meeting him in the middle. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you while you reciprocate happily; bobbing in the waves under the sun.

#uw #underwaves #uw sans #sansxreader #naut!!!#i love naut!!!#and i love U yeo!!!!!!! ^3^#hope you like this and i wrote your man right heheu

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fandoms-anime-reviews · 3 years ago

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Fandom’s Thoughts on Winter 2022 Anime So Far (1/17/2022)

Wow the week flies by, doesn’t it?

Figured now that a few more shows are out, I give a brief update to my current thoughts on the airing Winter 2022 season. I don’t have very much to say, but I kinda wanna get my thoughts out there. So let’s get started, shall we?

As always, I shall be putting my thoughts under the cut so as not to take up too much of your dash.

And with that, let’s jump right in.

BRIEF THOUGHTS: The Strongest Sage with the Weakest Crest, Futsal Boys!, World of Leadale, Tribe Nine

So I’ll be blunt, I’ll probably be dropping Strongest Sage after episode 3. Or at least waiting until it has a dub. I like the concept well enough, but the pacing is just really off and it’s making it hard for me to keep invested. I wonder if I’d have better chances if I read the source material. If anyone familiar with the series can weigh in, I’d like to hear your thoughts.

Futsal Boys has some animation issues here and there, but I feel it’ll be a solid 7/10 sports anime by the end of the season so long as it hits the goal (hehe). It’s not doing anything groundbreaking, but it definitely doesn’t deserve the 5.6 it currently has on MAL. Though that could be subject to change.

World of Leadale continues to be a cute video game/Isekai/fantasy story, but I do hope we learn more about the main character’s life outside of the game as well as inside it. Cayna’s game-created kids are adorably hilarious.

I did say last week that Tribe Nine would have to do something big to keep me interested. Dropping a Terminator-esque baseball player with his army of humvees from a plane to challenge a bunch of college aged kids is certainly the way to do that. I’m now reinvested.

STILL GOING STRONG: Demon Slayer; Entertainment District Arc, Tokyo 24th Ward, Slow Loop, Sasaki to Miyano, Ranking of Kings, Miss Kuroitsu from the Monster Development Department, My Dress Up Darling, Akebi’s Sailor Uniform, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom Season 2

I’m not going to do an overall breakdown series by series for these ones. But I will say that, if by this week you’re not already invested in at least one of these titles, you should be.

Demon Slayer, Ranking of Kings, and Realist Hero continue to give us everything we’ve been coming back for.

And Toyko 24th Ward, Slow Loop, Sasaki to Miyano, Miss Kuroitsu, Dress up Darling, and Akebi all had stellar second episodes that solidified them as ones I will continue watching this season.

New Releases: Case Study of Vanitas Part 2, The Genius Prince's Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt, Sabikui Bisco

So for Vanitas, I don’t have much to say. If you liked the first half, this half is looking to be on a good start. My only gripe is that the new OP doesn’t grab me as much as the last one, but it might grow on me.

Genius Hero, or as I like to call it, “Schadenfreude The Anime”. One episode in and already I’m excited to continually see this guy suffer in success. I cannot wait to see how badly he messes up at failing next episode. I hadn’t had a hearty laugh that big in a while.

SABIKUI BISCO IS GOING TO BE A TOP CONTENDER FOR ANIME OF THE YEAR. I CAN FEEL IT.

Cool post apocolypric setting? Check. Neat character designs? Check. Badass soundtrack? Check. Giant crabs and vicious attack hippos with machine guns? Check and Check. Giant Mushrooms? CHECK! All that’s missing is the badgersbadgersbadgersbadgers-

Seriously though, this is definitely one of the ones to be watching this season.

DROPPED: Requiem of the Rose King

NOW WATCHING: Cue!

So after episode 2, I’ve decided to drop Requiem of the Rose King. I don’t know if its just the directing or the story itself, but after this episode I couldn’t bring myself to dedicate any more time to this show. I have very few spoons and very little time to use them, so best to invest them elsewhere.

And invest I did. Shoutout to the nice anon who recommended I check out Cue! Because it is 100% what I was craving. A cute story about a group of young ladies all wanting to become professional Voice Actresses. It’s scratching the itch that Shirobako left behind and I highly recommend this one.

TOP 5 OF THE SEASON (so far): Toyko 24th Ward, Sasaki to Miyano, Sabikui Bisco, My Dress Up Darling, Cue!

While I still adore Slow Loop and Akebi’s Sailor Uniform, I felt I had to put Cue! and Sabikui in the top 5. However, the other two are in a tie for 6th place currently.

As of this week I’m still waiting on Ryman’s Club to release, and I forgot to watch Koroshi Ai, so expect my thoughts on that next time.

Any you think I missed? Any you consider a favorite? Let me know your thoughts. I’d love to hear what you all think!

Thank you for taking the time to read and have a wonderful day!

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 3 years ago

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BLAIR! have you seen the new trailer for Fantastic Beasts 3?? i need to know what you think because i think it looks promising and intriguing. i know many fans shit on this franchise but i honestly enjoy the wizarding world not from the perspective of a school age student.

I saw it!

Before I get into anything else, I know how controversial this movie and this series is. And there are very good reasons for this, but none of them actually have to do with the quality of the films. Yeah, erumpent in the room, but paying to see these movies is supporting an openly transphobic content creator. Even sharing and reblogging content surrounding the movie is questionable because it gives exposure. Those are two points of view that I see circulating a lot. While I agree with the first one and am most likely going to try and find a way to see this movie...shall we say, extralegally...the second point is a bit stricter than I think people need to be. It’s not like it isn’t common knowledge where Rowling has chosen to stand. Spreading posts about the movie around aren’t going to bring in any new fans that don’t already know about this.

Okay, nasty stuff out of the way, let’s talk about the trailer!

First thing I noticed, is the music. Exceptional as always, and if I’m catching it as early as the trailers, that’s a good sign. The chanting, the chanting! Excited to see that they’ve cast Aberforth, I always love seeing him. Dumbledore’s also starting to grow his beard, thank god. Should have been in Crimes of Grindelwald, and it should be waist-length already, but I’ll take it. Better than nothing. Not sure why Bunty is in the trailer, and listed as Newt’s “indispensable assistant.” I guess she’s going to be a more prominent character now? But why wasn’t Tina listed among the main crew? Please tell me she’s not going to get shafted again...I could accept that in Crimes as it was only one movie, but now I want her to return to importance, please and thank you. At least Theseus seems to have fully joined the main cast and I’m thrilled about that especially since he continues to charm me more and more, though I remain salty that we lost Leta.

Easily the most important thing to note: Credence seriously rocks the long hair. I suppose it's only right if he is indeed a Dumbledore, though that remains to be seen. I actually have my theories about what’s really going on there, and you can find them here. I also noticed that clip of Queen and Jacob embracing... But it was back in the bakery and the outfits are identical to what we saw in the first movie’s closing scene. So, sorry to break it to everyone, but that’s either a flashback or a dream sequence. No way reconciliation is that easy after what Queenie did, and I’m troubled that this was her only footage in the trailer. Then there’s the bit with the...crab scorpion things? Not sure what creature that is, might be a new one, but I’ll never not enjoy Newt doing elaborate dances to pacify the creatures, it gives me life.

I know a lot of people are angry at the loss of Johnny Depp and believe me, I’m not thrilled about it either. But we should give Mads Mikkelsen a fair chance because that controversy isn’t his fault and believe me, he’s a brilliant actor. Tore my heart out during Rogue One. I’m curious to see more of The Blood Pact as it’s a change from the books, and - was that Credence dueling Dumbledore? Oh blimey. And was that...no. No! Absolutely not, film. Bad film! Do not show Dumbledore introducing Newt and the others to the Room of Requirement. He never knew about it! Bad film! Five points from Warner Bros. Next you’ll be telling me that McGonagall was teaching During Newt’s time at Hogwarts or something.

But never mind all that. There’s something much more important to discuss.

Jacob, ah, buddy...what are you doing with that wand?

Okay, I’m gonna need to do a deep, deep inhale for a second before I get into this. Because don’t get me wrong. The moment where Newt gives Jacob the wand is clearly meant to be wholesome and in a way, it is. But I’m a stickler for canon and I cannot help myself, my alarms blare when I see this because no, Joanne, that’s not how it works. You know this, you wrote it that way. What is Jacob meant to do with that wand? He can’t use it. In fact, it’s actually quite dangerous to have him hold onto it. Not only can muggles not use wands, but wands have a tendency to backfire if a muggle ever handles one. We see this in the tale of Ilvermorny. So what is going on here? Is Rowling rewriting the smaller details of canon again? Is this just a way to make Jacob feel better or something? Or are we to understand that the idea here is for Jacob to actually perform magic with that wand? Because he can’t do that. Period.

Sorry Rowling, you can perhaps get away with erasing the detail about wands backfiring and hoping no one notices, but what you can’t do is change the rules of this world to allow muggles to use magic. That’s just not ever going to work, it can’t. So what’s happening here? Well, I actually have a guess...but I don’t want it to be true. Seeing this in the trailer leads me to one potential conclusion - Jacob is not truly a muggle, he’s actually a muggleborn wizard and no one knew it or realized it until this movie. That could be the plot twist we’re dealing with here, though I don’t know why they would spoil it like that in the trailer...and I’ve got to come clean, I so hope that’s not what they’re doing. Having a muggle in the main cast has been refreshing and awesome, I know it’s not exactly the same thing as real world representation, but within this universe...it’s up there with having a Hufflepuff protagonist. It’s just...nice. And I don’t want some plot twist to come along and ruin that, but I’m not seeing how else this could be explained.

#Secrets of Dumbledore #Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them #FBAWTFT #Jacob Kowalski #Newt Scamander #J.K. Rowling

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hey remember when I posted a rush-job fic for Extreme Deadline this year and promised @shes-a-voodoo-child that “there's something longer and crazier and better and completely different coming to you in the near future” ahaha I lied it’s going to be a while longer but here’s a teaser.

Darkness has come to NXT Academy. To defeat the elder demon Balor Béimnech, Becky Lynch has gathered a secret coven from among her fellow classmates. Together they shall take up the Mantles of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and combine their budding magical powers to prevent the demon's destruction. That is, if they can decide who's wearing what.

"I don't want to be Pestilence," whines Sasha. "Pestilence is gross."

Becky shrugs, helplessly. "Well, you have to be one of them, and Pestilence is the only one left."

"Give me War, then. Charlotte can be Pestilence."

"No fucking way," snarls Charlotte, and Sasha quickly abandoned that avenue of attack, turning instead to Bayley with puppy-dog eyes.

"Bayley, you don't really care which Mantle you get, do you?"

"Sasha-" Bayley says, a warning, but Sasha doesn't heed her.

"I mean, you should just be happy to be included, really, so switching isn't really such a big-"

"Stop it!"

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Bayley, just be grateful and let me take Famine.”

"No.”

Sasha’s momentarily stunned, to hear such a flat refusal from the normally meek and pliable Bayley.

“Sasha, I know about you trying to poison Charlotte against me. You told her it should be Ruby here, not me. You convinced me it’s was Charlotte’s fault Becky wasn’t picking me, promised me you were on my side, but you weren't, not when it counted. Pestilence isn't nice, but sometimes… sometimes you're not nice, either."

"Fine," Sasha hisses. "I'm pestilence. Rot. Poison. The backstabber. Is that how you all see me?"

"Sasha, I'm sure Bayley didn't-"

"No," cuts in Charlotte, "no, Bayley's right.” She turns to Becky with a shrug. “We can't keep pussy-footing around the bitch forever. We're about to break into the Hall of the Horsemen and steal their most precious relics. This whole plot is insanely risky, something that could get us thrown out of the academy on our asses, if not worse. And I, for one,” she continues, now addressing Sasha, “am still not entirely sure I can trust you."

"We've been friends since kindergarten!"

"And that didn't stop you telling Nick Jackson I had crabs in middle school."

"Char, I said I was sorry."

"You're always sorry, Sasha." Becky finally speaks, her voice low. There's no judgement in her tone, but it's firm. "And you expect to be trusted again, and again. All your life you have been loyal to yourself, first, and all else second."

"Fine. What will it take, huh? What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm legit?"

"You have to take Pestilence." says Bayley, suddenly.

Charlotte snots, derisively. "C'mon, Bayley, how's that going to-"

"No, shush, Charlotte. Listen to me, just for once. The harbingers are about the darkness, right? The worst parts of humanity. And to take on the mantle of the harbinger isn't just about control, counteraction. It's about acknowledging the worst bits of ourselves. Charlotte likes pain. To feel it, and to cause it. I've never been satisfied, ever. I always need to prove myself, I'm always hungry for something more. And you-"

"I sow distrust wherever I go. Clearly you have it all figured out, little Bayley. But what about our perfect, fearless leader? She's not exactly Morticia Addams. What about our manic pixie Irish girl here just screams darkness and despair to you?"

There is a long moment of silence before Becky speaks. Gone is the even, measure tone of before. Now her voice is a cold, merciless crescendo.

"Finn has been my best friend since we were two years old. We came here together and we survived together. I have trusted him with every secret, every fear, every problem, and he has been there for me in my darkest moments. And when I found out my best friend was now unwitting vessel to a demon, I could have told him. I could have helped him run. But instead I formed this coven." She is furious now, and she will not stop, and Sasha will forever regret provoking this wrath. "You ask me, do I have darkness? Despair? Without Finn I would have drowned in it. And I am willing to sacrifice him, without hesitation, because that is what's required to prevent the destruction of our world. Do not question me, Sasha The Betrayer, with your forked tongue and your blighted words.

I am Death. And I am growing impatient."

***

Death crowns them all, and they crown Death.

The Horsemen mark the choosing of The Four with pomp and circumstance. The Horsewomen have time for neither.

Dr. Helmsley is going to be furious about the smashed display cabinets, Bayley thinks ruefully. If there's a Dr. Helmsley around to be mad, after this is over.

"I guess I have to start things off." Becky says, without much conviction.

"Should we like, kneel or something?" Bayley asks. "It would give things some gravity, maybe."

"Yeah. Okay. And that way I can actually reach over Char's head."

Charlotte rolls her eyes, but kneels in front of Becky nonetheless.

"Charlotte Flair, do you accept the Mantle of War?"

"I am War. I am the arrogance of men. I am hubris. I am history, ignored and forgotten. I am pain and bloodlust and the wailing of orphans. Over all this shall I hold mastery."

Becky places the red mantle around Charlotte's shoulders, and picks up the black.

"Bayley Rose, do you accept the Mantle of Famine?"

"I am Famine," Bayley recites, her voice trembling. "I am hunger, craving. The endless, yawning emptiness. I drive men mad and turn brother against brother. I am a bottomless pit that can never be filled. Over all this shall I hold mastery."

Becky drops the black mantel over the younger girl's head and gives her shoulder a quick squeeze of pride. Then, with a deep, steadying breath, Becky picks up the white mantle.

"Sasha Banks, do you accept the Mantle of Pestilence?"

There's a tense silence, as Charlotte and Bayley wonder if this is it. Their chance blown, the coven betrayed. Then Sasha lifts her head and catches Becky's gaze. and recites, quiet but forceful.

"I am Pestilence. I am the rot that breaks foundations." There is a bitterness in her voice, a resignation, but also something deeper. Something vulnerable. "I am the blight which ruins crops. I am blood in the water. I am the snake, whispering in mortal ears, trust not yourself, but I. Over all this shall I hold mastery."

Becky drops to her knees. For the first time since she discovered Finn was Béimnech's vessel, she allows herself to cry.

"Becks-" Bayley begins gently, "Surely we could find some other wa-"

"No." Becky whispers, with a vicious shake of her head. “Ask me. Just get it over with.”

"Okay," Charlotte says, and she picks up the green mantle. The other two girls each place a hand on it, and in unison, the trio asks,

"Rebecca Lynch. Do you accept the Mantle of Death?"

Her heart is breaking, but her resolve holds true.

"I am Death. I am the inescapable. I am despair, the departure of hope. I am the long night from which no day breaks. I am the end of all things."

Silence descends as they hold their breath, waiting for something to feel different, for the universe to acknowledge the magnitude of the vows they have undertook.

Nothing happens.

Becky roughly wipes her sleeve across her eyes. Getting up from the floor, she sets her teeth in a harsh grin.

"Okay, witches. Let's go slay a demon."

#Midnight for Sami Zayn #storyranger writes #my wips #posting snippits is against my religion but it's week 500 of 2020 and we're fucking around and finding out #spoilers #kinda #this chapter may or may not be posted as a deleted scene #cause technically the horsewomen come in at the very end as a big surprise and almost fuck Sami's plan up by accident #ahhhh #like it'll get posted to AO3 either way but it might be as like #an extras/alternate POV fic

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