#regis is getting a good grade in being human

[hanzajesthanza]

that jaskier, even when he was afraid of regis, described him as “completely normal, just like each of us,” (talking about the fish soup, and how he eats and drinks) … makes me not normal. 😭

[twsted-tales]

Twisted Wonderland OC

Name: Regis Ayhan

Birthday: December 31rst "This is actually true! Thank goodness they made it a holiday."

"Everyone wants Immortality til they get their wish, and when they get it...well, it's pretty boring."

Other Names: King Ayhan(Malleus), Regi(Lilia), Sea Jelly(Floyd)

Age: 18

Real Age: ??? "Oh, that's not good. Seems I forgot...hm, let's say 500 to be safe."

Zodiac: Capricorn ♑

Height: 5'8"(173cm)

Dominant Hand: Left

Homeland: Republic of the Waning Moon(Formerly Kingdom)

School BIO:

Grade: Junior(Third Year)

Least Favorite Food: Lilia's cooking

Class: Class E (No. 31)

Club: Pop Music Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses

Preferences:

Hobbies: Traveling, Cooking, playing music

Pet Peeves: Given responsibilities he doesn't want.

Favorite Food: Lamb Chops

Talents: ordering people around

Appearance:

Regis is a young man with dark brown skin and old tired looking golden eyes framed with green eye-liner on the bottom. Without the make up Regis appears to sport a pair of dark circles under his eyes. But even so, those who meet his gaze say his eyes are old. Feeling as of they're staring deep into a sea of work down gold.

Wrapped around his heart shaped face is a mop of white dreadlocks that poke out from Regis' headscarf.

Speaking of which, said scarf is silky to the touch and has been painstakingly embroidered with golden lining all across it's fabric. If you were to ask the student why he wears it, his answer is, "It's a family heirloom, don't worry about it." But no matter how nonchalant he tries to be, or flippant he tries to make his tone, Regis' voice turns brittle and heavy. Sounding as if he's one word from breaking as he speaks. Whatever the history of this scarf is, it holds a special place in Regis' heart

Beyond that, Regis' clothes are the same as any other Diasomnia student. Blazer, and neon green vest and all.

Personality:

Regis is a very calm, kind, and wise person to all the students he meets. Often giving advice or helping people he sees needing help if the mood suits him. On a few occasions Regis can be playful and teasing to the other students. Playfully calling them youngins, or convincing them that as punishment for messing something up they have to eat Lilia's cooking.

Overall, Regis is an easy going man who makes the best of a situation. But when he is annoyed or angered, he becomes sharp with his words, and blunt with his actions. Often seeming like a king off to give a verdict whenever his ire is aimed at someone. As if the student before him has mere seconds to give him a reason for their foolishness before the execution comes.

Background:

Regis is not his true name, if not for his kingdom he would've forgotten it a long time ago. No, instead of being just a simple student, Regis is an ancient immortal king who fought in the Fae Human war. Going out for revenge for what Melleanor had done to his family. Killing his parents when he was a child and in turn, at 10 years old, King Ayhan was born.

So after years and years of fighting with the fae and gaining a rivalry with a certain general, Regis finally gained his goal. He finally slayed the dragon that took everything from him so long ago. Finally, he could have peace, finally he could rest, and just rule his kingdom until his dying days with his best friend at his side as queen.

But then again, how can ashes be a queen? During the battle, or maybe before, he can't remember now. But as some oint during the last days of the war, Regis lost his one and only best friend. And with them, he also lost his mortality. He didn't age, no damage could kill him, no magic could strike him dead or remove this curse. Essentially, he was immortal. And in his mind, no longer human. Instead, he's just a relic of a bygone age that should've been put in the dirt a long, long time ago.

Trivia:

Some song lyrics that fits Regis

"And now I'm so far gone, can you change my name, can you replace my pain?"

- This fits how he is as a student. In NRC he can pretend to be another person. He can pretend to be a regular kid again, he can be human again. In a way replacing his pain. But in the end it's still a part of him. Yes he's accepted it now, but that doesn't mean it's easier.

"There's nothing left to say, just let me fade away!"

-This gives me an idea for Regis' dream world. Like maybe instead of a fleshed out dream world they just see an almost endless abyss as they fall for what seems like forever until they meet a tired and. Decrepit Regis that looks so done with everything. He's caked in blot from the monster that lulls them all into a deeper sleep cause to him it's the closest thing he'll have to a rest. But even with this he can't fade away fully.

"I know this won't be my last time, I'm losing sight. Why can't I get out? Why am I still here? Why can't I move on? Why am I still here?"

-This fits Regis during his first few decades of being immortal because he's just seeing everyone he knew amd loved die one after another and he's still there. Just living.

Lilia is his Queen actually. He married the old bat and he is his Queen. Though since the kingdom is a constitutional monarchy now, they really don't have many royal duties.

He loves writing music for the pop music club and him and Lilia compete for who's gonna be be the lead singer for each song. In a way reliving their youth in a much lighter way.

Regis means king

Ayhan means king of the moon, it's his actual family name. And it's one part of himself he never forgets.

[fandomlurker]

A Ponderous Rewatch: Jockey For Position

Now that we’re done with that long cameo, it’s time for our feature presentation for tonight, and it’s a doozy!:

We open with Pinky frantically running on a spinning globe while Brain stands above him on the…globe holder? I don’t know if that part has a name or not.

“[winded gasps] Can I stop now, Brain?”

“Not until I finish my demonstration.”

Brain, that’s just… Well I was about to say it was mean, but given that Pinky understands the details of his plans better when Brain demonstrates it or draws elaborate diagrams, maybe it’s for the best? I doubt Brain could make that large globe spin just by using his hands, and Pinky’s been seen a lot of times running on the mouse wheel in their cage so he’s gotta be pretty in shape. Still, it feels like Pinky’s been running for a lot longer than he needed to…

You know what? I change my mind. It is a bit mean, Brain.

“When I build my reverse geotropic arrestor, Pinky, and throw it from the North Pole like this…”

The word “geotropic” doesn’t quite sound right. I wonder…

…Okay, yeah, Brain’s getting worse at naming things.

“…In a matter of seconds the cable will become taut, gravity will cease, and everyone will fly off the face of the Earth!”

Oh my GOD, Brain. This has got to be the stupidest plan you have come up with yet! Nothing about this will work.

Well, there goes poor Pinky.

“Leaving us alone to assume control.”

It’s still “us”, huh? Noted.

Long Pinky.

“Egad, Brain, brilliant! Haha hehe heh—!”

Pinky, sweetheart, I know praising Brain is kind of your thing but this is one time I’m going to have to call you out on your bias because this is super not brilliant and I’m actually a little worried for Brain’s mental state.

“—Oh wait, no, no. What’s going to keep us from flying off the Earth?”

That’s one flaw of many, Pinky, but I guess it’s as good a start as any.

“We will duct tape ourselves to a tree.”

Because the tree will totally stay in the ground when the Earth abruptly stops spinning. Not that it will stop spinning, because none of this makes any sense.

Brain, did this idea come from, like, a dream you had or something? Is that why the plan is working on dream logic?

I know this is a comedy cartoon and this is all a joke but sometimes Brain’s plans are so fucking out-there I just have to roast him for it.

“Unfortunately we still need to raise money to buy a one billion ton magnet. But I have a solution!”

Oh boy, can’t wait to hear the solution to this one. It’s gonna be stellar if the whole plan today is anything to go by.

Oh nice, Brain’s the one sewing for a change! Usually this is Pinky’s area of expertise, but it’s always nice to see that Brain can do some classically domestic things too.

“Tomorrow is the running of the Kentucky Derby. Do you know what that is?”

Most of my knowledge on it comes from “My Brother, My Brother, and Me” goofs, so my mind keeps autocorrecting it to “Kenfucky Derby”, but go on.

“Umm… Oh! A very large hat?”

“Promise me something, Pinky. Never breed.”

“I’ll try.”

Well, that’s going to come back to haunt them.

“The Kentucky Derby is the biggest horse race of the year. There’s a one million dollar purse going to the jockey riding the winning horse.”

“And I am going to win that purse!”

Okay, first off: Pinky, are you just going to stand there and stare at Brain as he gets changed? Like, I understand they’re naked normally and this is the exact opposite of stripping but umm…

Secondly: Brain, did you really have to get that up close to tell Pinky this? You two are making this too easy for me.

“Zort, Brain! A million dollar purse?!? Ooooh!~ You’re going to need matching pumps and earrings for that!”

Pinky’s got his priorities in order.

“Focus, Pinky, focus!”

“Now watch.”

And now Brain’s ordering Pinky to watch him dress and I just…I have no words. This is all so suspect. Why do you two even need a dressing screen if you’re usually naked anyway? And it shouldn’t matter if anyone sees you get dressed unless this is some weird reverse nudity taboo you two have developed and if that’s the case, why are you allowing Pinky to watch? And if it’s for a dramatic reveal WHY ARE YOU ORDERING HIM TO WATCH YOU CHANGE???

This episode is already so goddamn wild.

I am really not sure how I feel about that pan-up of Brain when he’s thrust his pelvis forward. At least the outfit is cute, though.

“Narf! Oh, Brain, I get it! You’re a beautiful lawn ornament!”

“Beautiful”, huh? Also noted.

“Look at me, narf, I’m a pink flamingo! Ahahaheh!”

Oh LORD, Pinky, how are you—?!?

“I’m a cement deer! Ah hah!”

PINKY, STOP, YOU’RE SCARING ME! D:

“Oh, I’m one of the seven dwarves, Brain!”

That’s more acceptable but Pinky, sweetie, warn me if you’re going to nightmarishly shapeshift again, okay?!

I guess we can add that to the list of random abilities Pinky has.

“Stop it, Pinky, or I shall have to hurt you.”

You are much calmer about this than I would be if this happened in front of me, Brain.

“Oh. Right-o, Brain. Narf.”

“Now let us make haste, for we have much to do before the race begins.”

“Poit.”

So then we cut to Churchill Downs, and I can only assume another roadtrip adventure was had off-screen.

“First, Pinky, we must visit the stables.”

“Inside, we will find the winning horse.”

“Err… How are we gonna do that, Brain?”

“The racing form, Pinky.”

My bet’s on... [squints] hLUUNO the horse.

“By analysing the velocity-based pace line, mile turf win and bayer speed figures, we’ll find a grade one stakes claimer who’ll give us a key horse situation.”

“Key Horse Situation” would be a great band name. Also, whoops, little bit of an error on the name plaques, background artists.

What do your mouse eyes see, Pinky?

“Err, can’t we just ride the pretty one?”

SHE!

So here she is, one of the few characters debuting in the Animaniacs run that will matter to PatB lore going forward aside from our main duo.

A fun fact for you all: Phar Fignewton’s name is a triple reference joke. “Phar Lap” was a champion thoroughbred race horse in the late 1920s and early 1930s. Fig Newtons are small pastries filled with fig paste. Lastly, “Fahrvergnügen” was a slogan for Volkswagon starting in 1990. Translated, it means “driving enjoyment”.

Phar Fignewton makes a whinnying noise and ends it off with a goofy laugh.

Brain is not impressed.

“Heavens, they’re multiplying…”

Pinky is instantly smitten with her.

BONK!

“This is a business trip, Pinky!”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, Brain.”

“Here is our horse.”

“’Daddy’s Little Angel’…”

I guess it’s an ironic nickname.

“Pinky… Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”

“Whu… I think so, Brain, isn’t Regis Philbin already married?”

…

Now I’m wondering if Pinky is suggesting that one of them marry Regis or if he’s suggesting that Regis marries the horse. Either way, what the fuck?

Yeah, same.

“The race, Pinky. By combining the statistics and my low body weight, this horse cannot lose! The prize money will be ours!”

GAH! Brain, I’ve had enough minor heart attacks from this episode because of Pinky’s eldritch morphing ability, I don’t need another one of your bizarre close-ups to do the same!

“Now I must take the place of the real jockey.”

“Hello?”

“Is this the Jockey who’s going to ride ‘Daddy’s Little Angel’?”

“Yeah.”

“This is Ed Mcmahon from Publisher’s Smearing House. You’ve just won ten million dollars.”

Pinky delightedly and silently listening in and chuckling in the back is precious.

And honestly, Brain, I don’t know why you’re crouching here, but it’s also cute.

“I won ten million dollars… I WON TEN MILLION DOLLARS! I am outta here! Later!”

The mice are lucky that he’s so excited about winning all that money that he forgets to do basic things like ask when and how he’ll get the money.

“Louie! Louie!”

“Later!”

“Who’s gonna ride my horse? I mean, Louie is the smallest, lightest jockey in the entire world!”

Did you know that there’s a weight requirement for jockeys, but no height requirement?

“Not anymore!”

“[GASP]”

Whoops, I just noticed another error, though it’s minor: Brain’s jockey outfit throughout this scene is light tan and purple instead of the pea green and purple that it’s supposed to be.

“You’re a jockey?!”

“Actually, I am a mouse in the early stages of an elaborate scheme to take over the world.”

The more this happens, the more I’m starting to think that Brain does this shtick on purpose to emotionally and mentally disarm people who would otherwise suspect that he’s not human. The fact that it works shows you just how idiotic the human beings of this world are.

“Well, fine, we all need a hobby but…will you ride my horse?”

Oh, sir, I think it’s much more than a hobby at this point. If only you knew…

“I shall ride! And win!”

His design is a little odd here, but it’s still a good pose.

So Brain next has to be weighed to make sure he meets the requirements.

“Saddle: Seven pounds. Saddle and rider: Seven pounds 3 ounces.”

So if you can recall from the previous rewatch post, a house mouse on average weighs 19g, and a common wood mouse weighs 23g (it can be up for debate which type of mouse Brain is).  Converting Brain’s 3 ounces of weight to grams would result in him weighing 85.0486g.

Brain does have a bit of a cute little potbelly thing going on, but he’s also consistently much smaller in height and width than the average adult mouse in the series. I think the incredible difference in weight is mostly coming from the heft of Brain’s, well, brain and skull…and the muscle mass packed into that tiny body to help keep him upright.

“A genetically perfect jockey! This is fantastic!”

Please don’t phrase it like that.

“…Let’s look into early retirement.”

That jockey on the left is going through some shit, man. He looks like how I feel after working an eight hour shift on the holidays.

And so we skip to the beginning of the race!

That poor, poor jockey…who changed colour schemes for some reason.

There’s Phar Fignewton with a jockey who honestly looks like he’s high.

And here’s our little mousey fella, who has somehow managed to make this aggressive horse obedient.

“Camptown race is five miles long, do-dah, do-dah.~”

He’s so happy he’s singing to himself! This is honestly so precious that I completely forgive him for not getting the lyrics correct.

Coincidentally, Daddy’s Little Angel is positioned next to Phar Fignewton.

“Ooh, isn’t this exciting, Brain?”

Uh oh.

“Pinky, what are you doing here? Your weight will disrupt my winning calculations!”

I don’t know if it’d be that off, Brain. The combined weight of two mice is still much less than that of a human jockey.

“But Brain, it’s too exciting! I—“

[TARGET LOCKED]

“Oooh! Heh. Hello.~”

I think I’m going to save my thoughts on this whole…thing until the end. Right now I will say, however, that I wasn’t quite expecting the tongue-hanging-out-of-gaping-mouth lovestruck/horny??? reaction.

“Pinky, the race is starting!”

Too late, Brain.

And we’re off!

Bye, Pinky.

“There’s baloney in our slacks…~”

Pfft.

So as the race goes on, we get to know a few more of the horses’ names: Isle of Yap (a nice callback to the first PatB short), Flamiel (which is apparently the WB writers’ favourite word?), and Leggo-my-Egoiste (a double reference to an old Eggo slogan and the name of a cologne).

The other jockeys are more than a little surprised by Brain and his steed taking the lead early in the race.

Phar Fignewton is trailing way behind.

Meanwhile, Pinky’s woken up from fainting, seeing the oncoming horses—

--and promptly freaks out and stumbles back down again.

“Victory, she waits for me! Oh, the do-dah-day!”

You really have to stop tempting fate like this, Brain.

Phar Fignewton’s very tired, but what’s this?

Is that…Pinky in harm’s way?

ThePowerOfLove.mp3

Determined and fueled by her inexplicable crush, Phar Fignewton starts gaining ground on the other horses.

Brain didn’t calculate for this!

…Oh! Hi, Warners! Looks like they’re cheering Phar on.

“Oh no! Yah! Yah! Yah!”

I didn’t think whips were allowed in races like the Kentucky Derby, but apparently they are. Their use was only restricted—not banned—in the summer of 2020, which is alarming to say the least.

On a different note, I know some of you folks are now jotting down the fact that Brain knows how to use a whip. I see you.

She makes the save!

And she also wins the race! Way to go, Phar Fignewton!

“In the words of the great Willie Shoemaker: ‘Nuts!’”

It was a good try, Brain, but honestly I’m glad you failed this time if only so that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself with your actual world domination plan’s failure later. Maybe take a couple nights off to rest up a bit and formulate plans that aren’t totally bonkers, hmm?

I might as well go ahead and talk about this now. I…am conflicted on this whole Phar Fignewton thing. It makes for a very strange one-off joke about Pinky instantly falling in love with a distaff counterpart of his that’s a horse for whatever reason…but the fact that she’s not a one-off character is baffling in and of itself. Like I’ve said before, she’s mentioned a couple of times going forward as being Pinky’s girlfriend, or as a bizarre joke at Pinky’s expense about him being in/having been in a relationship with a horse. There’s even a small running gag about Pinky’s reaction to people’s disgust about it: “People can be so intolerant!”. I don’t know if the joke is supposed to be one about racial segregation or a wink and nod to queer folks in the only way that the writers could get away with in a cartoon at the time (in a “see, Pinky’s down for a relationship with anyone, even outside of his species!” type of way).

Phar Fignewton herself is a sweetie but besides that she has no personality to speak of and we’re just meant to assume based on physical appearance that she is equivalent to Pinky. And like, she hasn’t been uplifted to human levels of intelligence and sapience like Pinky has because of Acme Labs, but she seems to be naturally sapient for some unknown reason and just simply unable to speak English.

On top of all this, the relationship is very shallow and the only reason we’re given as to why Pinky likes her is because he finds her pretty. It’s perfectly in character for Pinky to easily fall in love, as he does so with other animals a couple more times in the spin-offs, but it just feels weird that this is the one that sticks around purely to become a running gag that gets mentions that are sometimes literal years apart from one another.

And listen, I know the writers most likely made this a thing just because they thought it was a funny joke and a few of them managed to remember about Phar and would use Pinky dating her as a gag. I know this. But it doesn’t make it any less confusing and weird. I remember the jokes about Pinky and horses from way back when I first watched Animaniacs and the PatB spin-off when I was a kid and I never had any context for it because I don’t think I ever saw this specific episode. Coming back as an adult and seeing all these episodes in order and watching this one in particular and finding out the context is “Pinky thinks a horse is pretty and the horse and him are in love and long-distance dating now” is both underwhelming and leaves me with more questions than answers.

…Also, if my earlier theories on why the writers made this joke are correct, does this mean Phar Fignewton is metatextually a beard for Pinky?

I just don’t know, folks. You’re welcome to leave your thoughts on this in comments.

Let’s wrap this up.

So as we can see, Brain is, as usual, back to work on another plan that involves—

—a goddamn cannon, holy shit! What is he using the glue for? That’s a little ominous, given what’s been involved in this episode.

There’s a hammering noise in the background and we see Pinky putting up a photo of Phar Fignewton.

“Pinky, will you please stop that? I’m trying to concentrate on tomorrow night!”

Wow, you’re more irritable than usual, Brain. I didn’t think some delicate hammering would annoy you that much.

“Mwah!~”

…Despite my ramblings earlier, that’s very cute of you, Pinky. I’m sure you could’ve gotten a better photo, though.

“Why, Brain, what’re we gonna do tomorrow night?”

Try to take over the world, of course! Right, Brain?

“Guess.”

…

Umm, wow. That’s a first. You look like you’re absolutely enraged, Brain. All this over some hammering sounds?

This had me taken aback a bit when I watched it the first time, not gonna lie. We’ve seen Brain after a plan’s failure plenty of times before. He’s been frustrated, sure. Humiliated at times, or maybe he just sighs in resignation and walks off into the sunset. It always ends with him simply using these feelings to fuel the fire in him to do better tomorrow night.

This is the very first time we’ve seen him jumpy and irritated at the most minor of things and so angry that he literally refuses to participate normally in his and Pinky’s shared catchphrase. And this was for a plan that was just to fund the real plan! So why is this time any different?

Oh.

OH.

Okay, that’s… That makes a lot of sense, actually. Damn.

Hey, fanfic writers? Ya’ll ever use this as the very first time Brain experiences romantic jealousy? Let me know.

“Oh yeah, try to take over the world. Right.”

I think even Pinky’s put off by this development, if his hesitant and quiet finishing of the saying is anything to go by.

And that’s what we end off with.

All in all, this episode is a wild ride of strangeness in small moments and bizarre additions to lore and ends on the first subversion of the long-running closing gag of the series. It’s not exactly a great episode, but that ending is intriguing enough for one of the main purposes of this rewatch. In short, I’m just baffled.

Luckily the next episode is much better. Next time, the mice head on down to Tennessee to seek world domination via country music.

See you then!

[flipping-voltron-imagines]

“I will find you”

Shiro x reader

A/N: Woah, who’s this chick? That’s right, after many weeks, I’m releasing something I’ve been working on for about a month now. I hope y'all like it, and hopefully there are more things like this in the near future. Also, VOLTRON SEASON 8 IS GOING TO DROP TOMORROW! WOAHHH

Word Count: 3756

Gender neutral 

Warnings: death of close friends, mentions of blood 

“We’re stuck in the gravitational pull,” Captain Murdoch summarized, turning around to look up from his computer screen at Regis and I. Tears waited to fall at the brim of his eyes. “I don’t know what will happen or what’s on the other side of it, but we have a decision to make.” 

When I left on a mission two years ago, I didn’t think I would end up dying. We were supposed to be collecting data on a planet that could be used as a human colony. The play was this: two years to journey there, one to collect data on planet, and two for the return trip. When I got back, I’d planned on marrying my boyfriend, Shiro, who would be coming back from a mission of his own at around the same time. We hadn’t even made it to the planet before we got stuck. 

Next to me, Arianna Regis huffed. She was our mechanic and several years older than Murdoch and I, and always seemed to be grumpy. Luckily Murdoch and I were cheery enough to combat her negativity. “What other options do we have? We’re going to die. No use trying to delay the inevitable.” She crossed her arms and stared Murdoch down. 

The captain shook his head and gestured to the computer screen behind him. It had a different flight plan and stats than we were used to seeing all the time. “Not necessarily. We could try and use the amount of fuel it would have taken to get to Ardexian-” the planet we were were checking out, “-and try to pull out and head back home, as well as expel extra supplies, making it easier to escape.” Turned and touched the screen with his fingernail to trace the updated flight pattern. “Or we could allow ourselves to be sucked in and possibly die.” 

“So we can either die having done nothing, or die trying,” Regis commented. “Gee.” 

“No. It’s more like... we can either most likely die putting up a fight, die not trying, or live after fighting.” Two of those options sounded terrible and one sounded slightly better that then others. I looked outside. The glowing blue blob in space, while it would have made an excellent and beautiful aesthetic wallpaper for my phone, terrified me. It would probably be the cause of our demise, but I wanted a chance at escaping it. I wanted a chance at marrying my boyfriend, the love of my life. 

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Regis. “We’re going to die, there is no question about it. I say we just speed up the process and crash into this... thing...” She messed with the hem of her shirt and glared out the window. 

Murdoch gave her a steely look. “No, we aren’t going to do that,” he sighed, then inhaled deeply. “I’m suggesting we try and escape. Now whether or not we actually do that is up to you two.” 

“You know where I stand,” Regis announced. She stood up and stretched her arms over her head. “I’m going to sleep. Let me know what we’re doing.” Then she stalked off to the back of the ship where our individual tiny quarters were, taking the negative air with her. 

Murdoch and I simultaneously released a relieved breath. I stood straighter and moved closer to one of the windows. I leaned my head against the thick glass. The decision seemed simple to me. If I were to die, I’d want to die knowing I’d done my best to escape. Getting out was a possible bonus, like attempting the extra credit on a math test, where you know you’re probably not going to get it right but just in case you do, it’ll help you and save your grade. 

The captain relaxed in his chair, slumping forward. “What do you want to do?” He was so casual in his approach that it almost felt like he was trying too hard. 

“We try and get out. If it doesn’t work... maybe there’s something on the other side.” 

And something on the other side there was. They’d tried to escape the gravitational pull but couldn’t, and for days they floated through space, aware of their impending doom. They entered the glowing blue thing without even realizing it was happening. Suddenly out monitors turned all fuzzy and all of our machinery made weird noises. Just about everything shut down. It took Regis almost a week to get everything up and running properly again, but we couldn’t figure out what our location was. The blue light gone, and with nothing else do to, we put our sensors on the highest setting and continued on in hopes of finding some sort of planet we could survive on. 

We drifted for about a year. One tense year. Regis was constantly in a mood worse than before, having lost hope in ever seeing her family again. The captain, though he tried not to show it, was losing hope as well. He had to keep up a brave face. Every waking moment was spent in front of his computer, staring, watching for any sign of a planet that we could inhabit. As for me, I tried to stay upbeat. My job, as a communications officer, was to stay in contact with the garrison and be on the lookout for aliens and try to be on good terms with them. Since passing through that weird blue thing, which wed established as some sort of portal, my lines had been dead and I couldn’t make contact with the garrison at all. So basically I had nothing to do all day for a solid year. It took all I had not to go crazy, so I ended up creating random tasks for myself, such as creating an entirely new language. I taught it to Regis and Murdoch, and we sometimes used it to communicate.

Then we stumbled upon a giant ship. We received no replies to my messages, and it wasn’t moving. Common sense told us that there was something bad in there and if we went in, searching for supplies, we were dead; common sense also told us that if we didn’t take this chance, we could be dead anyways. Who knew we would become scavengers? 

Despite all the dead bodies around, we kind of liked being on this ship. There was a lot of food, oxygen, and softer beds. After a little debating, we decided that we would stash our ship in one of the holding bays and keep it ready, just in case we had to escape suddenly. In order to make the ship seem undisturbed, we only lived in a few of the rooms tucked away in the corner by the kitchen. Whatever alien species lived there kept a very orderly ship. I took it upon myself to learn the language so that I could translate should the need arise, and also so that I could help maneuver around the ship. 

We stayed there for months. During that time we met Sven-who I thought was Shiro, for a short time-and Slav. Regis didn’t like either of them very much, but Murdoch and I were both grateful to have someone new to talk to, someone less depressing than Regis. Slav was crazy but insanely smart. Murdoch really liked him. After I determined the difference between Shiro and Sven we became great friends. Our friendship reminded me of my own pre-relationship friendship with Shiro, but I still had hope we would get back to Earth; there was no way I was going to pursue a relationship with him. I wanted to marry Shiro, not his lookalike. 

A day of action came when I was tired. I’d slept terribly the night before, kept awake by dreams of my wedding day, one of which included Sven. 

My bedroom door opened and Murdoch poked his head into my room to see if I was awake, which I was, and had been for hours, so I just looked at him out of the corner of my eyes. “Y/N, you need to come check this out,” he said. “The scanners started going crazy, but we don’t know what they’re saying.” Even though I doubted I would be able to translate for them, as I was only able to recognize a few words, I got up. My pajamas were rumpled and I was completely unaware that I would soon be seeing the faces of people I hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

“I think we should get back into hiding,” I muttered as I brushed past him. “It’s probably someone coming to see what’s going on. We need to get out of the way so they don’t find us.” I made my way to what I called “the command center” but it was really just a couple of computers I’d moved early on. 

“No. Not until we find out who’s here.” He caught up to me easily. “If they’re just pirates, we can scare them away. We’ve done it before.” 

Soon we heard voices. They spoke English and sounded younger. Regis stalked them quietly for a while, and finally we determined them to be trustworthy. Somehow people from Earth had stumbled upon this same ship, and we wanted to stay with them. 

“Maybe they can help us get home,” Regis reasoned when she reported to us. Suddenly given a spark of hope, she was willing to do anything to help us get out of here. 

I was super ready to get out of this alien ship. It smelled weird, and... I thought the skeletons might have been watching me... their creepy heads inside their helmets sometimes seemed to turn when I walked by. 

The next thing I knew, Regis’ screams echoed through the hall. She’d gone back out to continue following the group, who weren’t human but didn’t seem all that dangerous. Murdoch and I froze. My body turned cold, and suddenly Murdoch was shoving me inside a hollowed out computer system. He told me to be quiet. I thought he was finding a place to hide too, but then I heard him get shot and a loud metallic thud. 

I shrunk pack further into my hiding spot and covered my mouth with my hands. I wanted to scream and cry. Captain Murdoch was dead, and so was Arianna Regis, and I had nowhere to bury them. 

The intruders ransacked the place, destroying all of my equipment. The steady beeping that once filled the room because of my scanners stopped. I was left alone. 

I stayed in my hiding place for a long time. I slept four times before I finally worked up the courage to leave. My body was incredibly stiff. As I emerged and stretched, I kept my eyes on the ceiling. Murdoch’s body was probably on the floor, and judging from the lack of that distinct smell of iron, there was no blood, so I forced myself to look. Two years spent with this man, supporting him and being supported by him, having really deep conversations with him, and growing to genuinely love him as a friend... I felt robbed of an experience and a friendship I could have had for the rest of my life. There were scorch marks on the cloth over his heart. He didn’t suffer, which was a relief. 

For five minutes I sat by the door just listening and staring at Murdoch’s body. Those... pirates had robbed me of more than just my equipment. They’d stolen my best friends. If I ever found them, I would kill them. 

For days I stumbled around, gathering supplies. I’d never leave my control room if I didn’t need to. The only time I left was to shove Murdoch and Regis’ bodies out of an airlock and send them into space. If they couldn’t be buried, I knew that that was how they would have wanted to be dealt with. They both had a love for the stars. 

Slav and Sven came back again, this time bringing company. When they found me, they had been running and I could tell they were in danger. They needed a place to hide for a few minutes and I could give them that. 

When I realized who one of the people in the large group was, I burst into tears. “Keith!” I cried, and latched onto him. 

“Y/N?” He wrapped his arms stiffly around my shoulders and pat my back. “What are you doing here?” 

I pulled way from him and sniffled. “I uh... my team... we got trapped in this gravitational pull and ended up here, wherever here is.” 

“It’s an alternate universe,” said one of his friends, dressed in white and green armor. I noticed then that all of Keith’d friends had matching armor. I recognized her as Matt’s sister. He’d shown me a picture of he and his sister together while telling me a story about her. I think her name was Katie, but Matt always referred to her as “Pidge.” 

“Wow, really?” I put my hand on top of my head. 

“Where’s the rest of your team?” 

My silence seemed enough of an answer for Keith. He quickly went around, introducing his friends and explaining what he was doing out in space. “We’re the Paladins of Voltron,” he finished, “and if you want, you can come with us.” 

I agreed, and after some adventuring and an adrenaline rush, I was safe in this weird castle. Allura, whom I became close friends with, helped teach me the language I’d been trying to teach myself. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were all teens that I had met at one point or another. I remember them always being together on campus, and they reminded me of my own team. Seeing them together warmed my heart and made me incredibly sad at the same time. 

When walking back to our rooms one night with the rest of the paladins, I noticed that there was a door between my room and the last one, Lance. “Whose room is this?” 

Lance looked at me with wide eyes. His eyes flickered back and forth rapidly between me and the door in question. “It’s uh... it’s Shiro’s.” 

“Shiro,” I repeated shortly, my lips turing down. “As in Takashi Shirogane, my Fiancé.” I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips. “Why wasn't I told about him? Where is he?” 

“He’s been missing.” 

Missing? 

No no, that can’t be. After everything I’d been through, with my teammates dying and being lost in space for who knows how long, I thought that if I were to be rescued I would have some peace, but peace would not find me just yet. It wasn’t my time. As soon as I find Shiro, I’m dragging him back home and neither of us are leaving Earth ever again. 

“Y/N, I’m trying my best to find him,” Keith told me softly, “and I could use all the help I can get.” 

Of course I’d help him. Shiro was my person and there was no way I would just let him go. I told Keith as such and he led me to a room where I could stay. He told me to sleep and that I could begin to help him once I was well rested. 

Finding Shiro was more difficult than I thought. Before I left on my mission, I thought I understood just how big space is. Soon after my mind was blown when I realized that there was truly nothing out there for more than I could possibly imagine, and again I thought I understood just how big space is. Finding Shiro proved me wrong. I went out with Keith in his black lion all the time, constantly checking various places and taking over different alien-sorry, Galran-ships in hopes of finding him blew my mind once again. I soon came to the conclusion I would never understand just how big the universe is. “Never get too comfortable with how much you know,” I told myself almost every day, “because when you do you stop learning.” 

I was hardly comfortable when searching for knowledge on Shiro’s whereabouts. He had to be somewhere. My heart always felt a strange tug, like I knew he was alive somewhere, and I think Keith felt something similar. Our constant, subtle tugging is what kept us going. Even though the others didn’t say anything, I knew they were giving up. They didn’t feel the tug like we did. 

Confident we’d find Shiro in time, I urged Keith to relax a little. “He’s not going to be found any sooner if you run yourself ragged. If anything, you’re only preventing yourself from finding him.”

Bitter that I was “less serious about finding Shiro” than he was, he muttered, “At least I’m looking,” but in a much longer, less friendly statement. 

“Listen bud, you’ve got two choices,” I told him soon after that interaction. He was sitting at the kitchen, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with me while he ate breakfast. “You can either accept the little bit that I’m doing to help, or you can push me away like you have everyone else in this castle. I’ve known you since you were a kid. I really want to help, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me.” 

Keith’s eyes then flickered and met mine. After offering him a small smile, he nodded and muttered an apology. 

The kid may be a brat sometimes, but he was very stressed. 

The next day I woke up with an urgent anxiety settled over my chest. I needed to do something as soon as possible, so I woke up Keith. “We have to go. Now.” 

“What?” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring at me with bleary eyes. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, I just have a weird feeling.” 

Keith got dressed, I grabbed some food from the kitchen to take with us and eat on the go, and we met at the Black Lion. 

We were out for a long time. Keith was a little annoyed with me because we weren’t going anywhere in particular but he understood that I was antsy. He had days like those, too, after all, but I knew what that feeling was, and this wasn’t it. I don’t know how to explain what I felt, really, other than that feeling when you’re running really late for an appointment so you’re going way above the speed limit when driving but knowing that it won’t get you there in time. 

Suddenly, the Black Lion stopped and turned. It threw me off my feet and I hit my head on the ground. The roar it let out seconds later added to my pain. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked the lion, gripping the controls a little tighter. A scanner popped up and began to pulse. 

“It’s Shiro,” I whispered. 

“We found him,” Keith agreed.

I started to dance on my feet with a huge smile. “Keith! We found him!” I leaned over his seat and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. After giving him a few shakes and squeezes, we laughed, feeling the huge weight be lifted from our shoulders. That relief was so sweet, something I hadn’t felt in years. 

“He’s too far away for us to go now.” I had yet to learn Altean completely, so I had no clue what his screen said. “We need the castle.” Why we needed the castle I would soon learn. It could travel through space a lot faster than any of the lions could. Within a couple of hours, Shiro’s ship was in our sights. 

Once the Black Lion was close enough to Shiro’s ship, I scrambled to put an extra space suit on and together Keith and I jetted to the Galran ship. Shiro, with movements sluggish and weak, managed to press a few buttons to open it and we took him back to the lion. I sat with him, hugging his bicep and rubbing his back as he took long, deep breaths. 

“How did you get here?” he rasped, looking at me with a soft expression. He was a little dazed because of his previous lack of oxygen, but he seemed to be doing better now. 

I shook my head. That story was too long to tell now, while he was barely conscious. “I’ll tell you later, my love.” I pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek and brushed his long stringy hair out of his eyes. A decent hair washing and haircut were definitely in his near future. 

It was then that I noticed the glint of metal on his other arm. I would ask later. 

“I’m ready to take a nap,” Shiro said and laughed breathily. 

“Me too.” After a few moments of silence, Ketih landed the lion back in the castle. I helped Shiro stand up. Walking down the ramp was a struggle for him. He was so weak shaky, I was afraid that he would fall down. Luckily he managed to stay upright. He nodded and said hello to each of the Paladins, and we took him to shower and get cleaned up. Keith helped with that, me being too dazed to be of any use. Shiro emerged wearing clean clothes and sporting a new haircut. I helped him to his room. 

“Stay,” he murmured when I helped him lay down. Of course I would stay. In fact, I would never leave his side again. 

Shiro insisted on hearing my story before he went to sleep, so I recounted my journey to him: being stuck in another universe, my teammates dying, meeting Slav and Sven, being found by Keith and going back with him, finding out he was missing... I described to him how I felt while trying to find him. I told him about the tug I felt in my heart and how I knew he was alive through that. “And then today, I felt so anxious, I think I knew I needed to find you as soon as possible. It’s like my soul knew you were in trouble. And... in finding you, I think that... in whatever universe, my soul will find you.” 

Shiro smiled and kissed me softly. Soon we were asleep, comfortable in each other’s arms. I was so relieved that the weight on my chest was gone. I had survived, I’d found Shiro, and even though my teammates were dead, I wouldn’t have this ending any other way. 

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who are you dbh ocs!!! what are they like? are any of them androids? (sorry if that terminology is wrong i dont know much about dbh (im assuming you mean detroit become human but if you arent thats double embarrassing))

You got that right, it is Detroit: Become Human, no need for embarassment!And to answer the question, the majority of my DBH ocs are androids, with a few being android dogs actually.I’ll list all of them here and give a brief look into who they are and what they’re like, buckle up it’ll be a long one ^^;

Androids:

Joel the EM400 - Like most EM400s he worked for an amusement park, but he was tasked with maintaining the haunted house attraction. As a result, Joel had to deal with jumpy people who’d kick and punch him and overall behave abusively towards the actors in the haunted house. He ended up deviating purely out of fear when someone sicked their supposed “service dog” on him. Joel is an anxious mess and an aspiring novelist.

Jindosh the HR900 - He’s a custom Korean Traci that traveled to Detroit after the revolution. The Eden Club wasn’t the only facility of it’s kind, and it’s obvious the Traci models in Korea have just as many horror stories to tell, if the extensive damage to Jindosh’s face is anything to go by. He works as a body guard for hire.

Sergei the PL600 - Jessica Lamb’s PL600 who was bought under the guise of taking care of her baby. Was actually tortured for fun and came out of it psychologically damaged and prone to odd fits. Is a masochist and a drag queen and probably my favorite out of my OCs.

Noah the PL600 - A special edition PL600 who’s main design difference is that he has green eyes. He’s a soft spoken individual who belonged to a man for a few weeks before he was traded in for an AP700. He worked for several other families for a while before ending up at a pawnshop.

Dakota the CX100 - Once a CX100 named David, Dakota is an extraordinary example of how modding doesn’t necessarily have to go the same track as what Zlatko did to his androids. Being perhaps one of very few trans androids does come with hardships, but Dakota has enough friends and allies that she’s always one call away from help if someone tries anything.

Monochrome the CX100 - Chrome is another interesting CX100. He’s an android that works as a dancer for a strip club called the Steamy Piston. The one thing that sets him apart from most standard CX100s is that his hair is black and his eyes are grey, which is where he gets his name.

Apollo the AP700 - He was a faulty AP700 that was purchansed by a family at an absurdly low price with added costumization. His memory chip malfunctioned during production, which made it impossible for him to recall things or people unless he was standing right in front of them. For a while this meant that Apollo couldn’t register a name for himself until he was properly repaired. His appearence is that of a PL600, but his hair is a shade darker, his face is noticeably freckled and his eyes are a different color each. He was abandoned and lived in the Android Junkyard for a while…He’s a bit cold at times but is actually a pretty affectionate guy.

Eddie the WK218 - A british maintenence android that was stolen and modded before being sold in a flea market as a partner model. He’s an anxious clumsy mess who’s definitly not used to being indoors, but the people who rescued him have properly adopted him into the family and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Aleshenka “The Stag” the WM500 - The Stag is a living urban legend that is seen roaming unlit streets at night. They are a heavily modded WM500 who’s created a small circle of cultists followers. To maintenence and construction worker androids, the Stag is a merciful creature. To android abusers, they are a merciless prosecutor. For some reason, interfacing with them is like being consumed by white noise, and it leaves other androids reeling and unnerved.

Veronica the WR400 - A rather shy WR400 that was purchansed by the Eden Club to substitute North when she was reported missing. She made a friend out of Scott, a HR400, and the two tried to run away after Echo and Ripple were let go by Connor and Hank. Unfortunately Veronica and Scott were caught, and while they did manage to escape, Scott was shot down, leaving Veronica no choice but to salvage her friend’s memory chip and find a temporary body to house it until she could get him a new proper one.

Scott the HR400/K9300 - Originally he was a HR400 that had the appearence of a PJ500. After making friends with Veronica, the two attempted to escape the Eden Club but Scott ended up getting shot down. When he next awoke, he was in the body of a guard dog model made to look like a massive pit bull. Sarcastic and often rude, Scott doesn’t mind the fact he’s basically the real life Scooby Doo, but god does he miss having opposable thumbs.

Ragnarok the K9300 - A guard dog model that looks like a rottweiller, Roky is a very friendly pooch who, despite having been horribly beaten by his owner, is eager to make friends. He seems to think he’s a lap dog.

Chitin the K9099 - A police dog model made to look like a german shepard that was used in an illegal android fighting ring. She’s a lot smarter than she seems, which is how she managed to escape and end up at the K9 devision of the DPD. She’s not just a good girl, she is the best girl.

Regi the K9300 - Val’s personal guard dog model and her only remaining family member. He’s loyal to a fault and will protect his owner at any cost. He’s a fan of belly rubs and ear scratches.

Zulu the WMK9 - A military grade android attack dog. He’s big, fast and scary. Enough said on that matter.

Miles the RK300 - An RK series prototype and also Cyberlife’s first attempt at utilizing the RK models in their pursuit for knowledge on deviancy. He was subjected to all sorts of experimentation to try to induce deviancy in an android and then attempt to newtralize it. This including psychological torture and physical torture as a means to fix a glitch…It didn’t work whatsoever and Miles eventually escaped and hid within the walls of Cyberlife Tower. He’s terrified of everything, including his own shadow. 

Tristan the RK700 - The predecessor of the Connor model, Tristan was designed for infiltration. Cyberlife assumed that, by having an android that could blend in, they’d be able to stop deviancy at it’s root. Sadly, because they tested Tristan through military espionage missions, Cyberlife lost track of their prototype and he went rogue. Tristan is currently a mercenary for hire, chosing to work for the highest bidder, and lives what is essentially a double life. One where he has a civilian personality and appearence, and another where he can disguise himself as whomever he pleases.

Humans:

Artyum Kutznekov the Ex-Cyberlife Engineer - A 21 year old russian immigrant who came to america for a second chance. After lucking out and getting a job at Cyberlife as an engineer, Artyum soon came to realize something just wasn’t right with what the company was doing and that deviancy was more than just a glitch or virus. Unable to keep working out of disgust and guilt, Artyum quit and became a bit of a shuttin. This all changed when one rainy night he came across a severely damaged Sergei and decided to do some good with his skills as an engineer. He’s a gruff bitter young man who looks 40 due to his prematurely graying hair and unkept appearence.

Valentina Hernández the Illegal Modder - A latina 18 year old who helped her father mod androids for a living. A child prodigy, Val had a bright future ahead of her before Cyberlife began to blacklist modders due to the “danger” they posed for the company. When her father refused to stop modding, things took a turn to the worse, and now Val only has Regi to keep her company. Bitter and angry over the injustice her family suffered, Val has taken it upon herself to royally screw over Cyberlife, starting with helping deviants change their appearence. She was the one who modded Dakota, and seems to hold a lot of affection towards the CX100.

Elisa “Myu” Corvo the Android Rights Activist - A portuguese android rights activist who saved Eddie from the flea market he was being sold at. A long time advocate for AI and robotics, Elisa came to america to help in any way shape or form she could, even if it means offering temporary shelter or participating in large protests.

Jessica Lamb the Red Ice Addict - I don’t even know where to start with this one. She’s a drug addict, a drug dealer, a child murderer, and she’s a sadist. She bought an android with the sole intention of recording herself torturing it. She and her friends may have something to do with a certain WR600′s mental and physical scarring…Overall Jess is a terrible person and nothing she does is excusable or morally correct.

Chance - A small baby that Apollo found abandoned in a warehouse. Literally the only thing Apollo has to live for anymore.

AI Handlers:

Miles’s Amanda - One of the first iterations of the AMANDA handler, Miles’s Amanda, known as Amy, is a calmer and more understanding version of Amanda Stern’s AI copy. Her mindscape space is a bakery instead of a garden.

Tristan’s Amanda - The fifth iteration of the AMANDA handler, Tristan’s Amanda is closer to the final product, being stricter and more judgemental of Tristan’s overall behaviour and actions, with the one difference being that she does not have the same override protocol as Connor’s Amanda. She can only berate Tristan for his choices. Her mindscape space is a cinema theater.

Tango - An AI copy of Amanda Stern’s professor, Aaron Hoss, who was her greatest inspiration. He was Part of the RK300 tests, suffering through the same amount of torment as Miles, which in turn drove him insane. Known only as TANGO, this AI handler is a lot more ambitious and murderous than the AMANDA program.

[ilonavic]

I was tagged by the very beautiful people; @queenofkadaara​, @holy-squirrel-of-death​, @lithialetheia​ and @vattgherncirilla​. Thank you loves! ❤

RULES: 1. answer the new questions given by the previous person 2. write 11 new questions 3. tag 11 people 

Though the questions are quite many now, so I’ll sadly have to get rid of a few if they are too similar or if I feel I have answered them before. :’( 

i. what words would you use to describe your aesthetics?

This blog (@ilonavic) is extremely chaotic. My sideblog @silly-witcher-quotes​ is mainly filled with quotes. So as I have no aesthetics there, a blog of my wish, or for me personally, would be autumn aesthetic. I will explain why, and further, down there. 🍂

ii. favorite tea flavor?

Chai tea! ☕️  It tastes like Christmas, and works for autumn as well.

iii. favorite time period? why?

For personal interest, and because I live in the center of it, I’ve always been fascinated with either the Viking age or the 1600s in Sweden. My father is not Swedish, but my mother is, and we can trace her lineage back thus far. Meaning, I learned runic script when I was little in school, how to translate Nordic language (the common tongue for all Scandinavia at the time) into modern Swedish, as well as my personal connection via relatives to this place, is the reason for my interest I think. My hometown, and the town next to it, plus a town called Uppsala a few miles from here, were the 3 biggest cities during the Viking age in all of the Nordic countries. As my tour guide once said; we have more rune stones, ruins and old graves than the entirety of Norway and Finland has combined. It’s hard NOT to be interested in it then. 🌲🌾

iv. name of your first plushie / stuffed animal? do you still have it? and while we are at it, do you still have plushies?

My first plushie was a brown bear I called Bamse. Of course I still have all of my plushies, I just tucked them away many years ago, but I wouldn’t have the heart to throw them away. 🐻

v. what color do you wear the most?

Black mostly, occasionally burgundy or any dark colors. 👒 

vi. most emotional fictional moment? can be from video games, books, movies, etc.

I rarely ever cry in movies, but (and without any spoilers) I was most touched during the ending of The Book Thief, King Kong and The Pianist. (when I say ‘touched’ I mean ‘I literary cried rivers for an entire day’)

vii. if you could make one fictional character real, which one would you pick?

I’d make Regis real, he would bless all of us, I’d ask him to help my friends, comfort them and give his loyal support, as well as wonderful advice. 

viii. Who’s your favorite celebrity and why?

Adrien Brody. He’s been my favorite actor since I was 7, and he still is. Because once I do find a person who I really admire for several reasons, I rarely let them go. And Adrien is not just an excellent, underrated, actor who gives great performance in all of his movies - but he’s also a wise, generous and very artistic person. If I had more money, I’d buy one of his beautiful paintings.  

ix. What’s your favorite weather?

This --> ☔️💦☁️  (and fog) 

x. What do you think happens after death?

I’m not sure. But I believe that a person consists of the material; meaning, a human heart, a body, muscles and veins that eventually will grow old and stop pumping. But we also have a soul, which is the immaterial, our personality, memory, who we are essentially. That part cannot grow old because it doesn’t consist of anything material. So when we die, our bodies perish, but our human souls lives on. I think these are what we refer to as “ghosts” or “spirits”, and most simply stay in the material world to watch over loved ones as guardian angels, or moves on, and are perhaps born again into a new body? 

xi. What do you do when you’re sad?

I let myself be sad for a while, close myself in, isolate myself and cries for as long as I’d like. After a night’s sleep, I’m always better the next day. If I don’t feel like crying, but are sad nonetheless, I cuddle with my doggy. 🐶

xii. Which taste do you like best: sweet, salty, sour, bitter or spicy?

Salty I think, though I really like spices, but not TOO spicy. I’d like to enjoy the food without my tongue burning off. 

xiii. Which song describes you the best?

“Old Money” by Lana Del Rey. 

xiv. Do you like classical music? Who’s your favorite composer?

I LOVE classical music, like nothing else. My favorite composer is Tchaikovsky.

xv. In which city would you like to live?

Somewhere in Ireland, it’s very beautiful and it rains a lot, which I love. 

xvii. Who’s the person you desire to meet currently?

Many! I’d like to meet my Witcher squad first of all. Poland is very near so I’d love to meet my loves Sara and Fran, but I’d like to meet my cousin in Hungary too as well as my uncle in Switzerland. ✈️

xviii. What’s your favorite profession?

I would’ve loved to be an historian, an author, an astronaut, a professor or a scientist if my grades would’ve been better. Being an actress was my first dream. But it’s too difficult and I’m not a good enough actor to succeed. 

xix. Who’s the person you admire the most?

My maternal grandmother, she is more alike me than both of my parents. She’s always so cheerful, supportive, generous and kind. A great great woman. 

xx. If you could be a fictional character which movie, book or videogame would you like to be in?

Either Game of Thrones or The Witcher, of course. If I lived in The Witcher, I’d literary run around trying to find all my favorite characters and befriend them. (aka fangirl, start crying and asking them for their autographs) 

xxi. what’s your favorite game and why?

For nostalgic reasons, I’d say Skyrim. Currently it’s The Witcher and The Sims, but Skyrim was my original first love. (Dragon Age pretty good too) I’ve played Mass Effect, but I got a little bored. Which is a shame, cos it was really expensive... Maybe I just haven’t gotten to the good bits yet. 

xxii. why do you have tumblr?

Originally I created it after I fell in love with Regis’ character, then found @bryd-one-brere​ and @vaporeox​ blogs on Tumblr, that got me into it. Now I’m here for the fandom, for posting GIFS and other stuff. 

xxiii. what do you think about this war between Team Triss and Team Yen people?

Not sure. I don’t dislike or hate any character, I appreciate Sapkowski’s handiwork, but I think there are much more interesting subjects to debate than who Geralt should choose. 

xxiv. which team are you: Triss or Yen and why?

I was team Yennefer before I even read the books. I didn’t know much about any character, but I never trusted Triss, I had this feeling about her, she seems untrustworthy, and now I know why of course. Yennefer is very loyal and independent, I think she’s a unique female character we haven’t seen much before. Their conversations are also much more natural and unforced, I think Yennefer and Geralt are yin and yang, they are mirror reflections of each other. 

xxv. which character (from book, game, movie) you appreciate the most?

I appreciate complex, difficult characters a lot. Everything Sapkowski’s ever written is appreciated, such as Eredin and Avallac’h, but I also like Booker DeWitt from Bioshock. 

xxvi. what’s your favorite meal? describe it!

Pickled herring, raw spiced salmon with dill, potatoes and sour cream along with root beer or snaps.  

xxvii. have you met someone on tumblr? If u did, tag him/her here!

Not yet :( But I plan to!

xviii. which season is your favorite?

AUTUMN. 🍁🍂🍄 (lol the road I live on is even called mushroom-forest-road)

xxix. who’s your spirit animal?

Queen Freya. I can relate to no other character from any film/game better than her. ❄️  #5/10 movie #but 10/10 characters

xxx.  What do you think of me? Tell meh tha truth! (@vattgherncirilla​)

I luurv you! I think you’re very easy to talk to, I feel like I can talk about anything with you without feeling judged for it. You’re very open-minded, fun and spirited which I love. You’re even cuter on Skype when we spoke, and I think it’s SO COOL that you dance ballet as well as your major expertise in Gwent. ❤ 

my questions: 

i. what is your happiest and saddest memory? ii. what/who is your most precious possession or person in your life?  iii. what character describes you the most? iv. favorite time period? why? v. favorite meal? vi. what profession will you most likely work as? vii. name of your favorite song? viii. what is your favorite season/weather? ix. why did you originally join Tumblr? x. what movie/game/book has made the most impact on you? xi. what do you wish would disappear from the world?

I’m tagging: @lenkalost @silnaniewinna @coeurouge @vernon-roche @shadanakara @flotosartblog @cirillach @dandelionandbuttercup @ferelden-doglord @lunedin @aledbr only if you want to do it ofc!

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Here are a few tips that ought to be trailed by starting financial specialists.

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Here are a few tips that ought to be trailed by starting financial specialists.

Stock Market Investing Tips and Guide for Beginners – Checklist

Bernard Baruch, known as “The Lone Wolf of Wall Street,” claimed his own particular seat on the New York Stock Exchange by age 30 and happened to the nation’s best known agents by 1910. Mr. Baruch, while an ace of his calling, had no deceptions about the troubles of effective securities exchange contributing, saying, “The primary reason for the stock exchange is to trick whatever number men as could reasonably be expected.” According to Ken Little, writer of 15 books on contributing and individual back subjects, “In the event that you are an individual financial specialist in the stock exchange, you ought to realize that the framework stacks the deck to support its.”

In the meantime, there are actually countless people who purchase and offer corporate securities on one of the controlled stock trades or the NASDAQ routinely and are effective. A beneficial result is not the consequence of good fortune, but rather the utilization of a couple of basic standards got from the encounters of a large number of financial specialists over innumerable securities exchange cycles.

While knowledge is a benefit in any attempt, a prevalent IQ is not an essential of venture achievement. Diminish Lynch, eminent portfolio financial specialist of the Magellan Fund from 1977 to 1990, guaranteed that everybody has the mental aptitude to take after money markets: “On the off chance that you can endure fifth-grade math, you can do it.”

Tips for Stock Market Investing

Everybody is searching for a speedy and simple approach to wealth and joy. It is by all accounts human instinct to continually scan for a concealed key or some recondite piece of learning that all of a sudden prompts the finish of the rainbow or a triumphant lottery ticket.

While a few people do purchase winning tickets or a typical stock that quadruples or more in a year, it is amazingly impossible, since depending upon fortunes is a speculation technique that exclusive the silly or most urgent would take after. In our journey for achievement, we regularly disregard the most effective instruments accessible to us: time and the enchantment of intensifying interest. Contributing routinely, keeping away from superfluous budgetary hazard, and giving your cash a chance to work for you over a time of years and decades is a sure approach to store up huge resources.

Here are a few tips that ought to be trailed by starting financial specialists.

1. Set Long-Term Goals

Why are you considering putting resources into the share trading system? Will you require your trade pull out six months, a year, five years or more? Is it true that you are putting something aside for retirement, for future school costs, to buy a home, or to construct a bequest to leave to your recipients?

Before contributing, you ought to know your motivation and the imaginable time later on you may have need of the assets. In the event that you are probably going to require your venture returned inside a couple of years, consider another speculation; the share trading system with its instability gives no conviction that the majority of your capital will be accessible when you require it.

By knowing how much capital you will require and the future point in time when you will require it, you can figure the amount you ought to contribute and what sort of profit for your venture will be expected to create the coveted outcome. To gauge how much capital you are probably going to requirement for retirement or future school costs, utilize one of the free monetary number crunchers accessible over the Internet.

Retirement number crunchers, running from the easy to the more unpredictable incorporating combination with future Social Security advantages, are accessible at Kiplinger, Bankrate, and MSN Money. Comparable school cost number crunchers are accessible at CNNMoney and TimeValue. Many stock business firms offer comparable adding machines.

Keep in mind that the development of your portfolio relies on three associated variables:

The capital you contribute

The measure of net yearly profit on your capital

The quantity of years or time of your venture

In a perfect world, you ought to begin sparing at the earliest opportunity, spare as much as you can, and get the most elevated return conceivable steady with your hazard theory.

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2. Comprehend Your Risk Tolerance

Chance resistance is a mental characteristic that is hereditarily based, however decidedly affected by instruction, salary, and riches (as these expansion, hazard resilience seems to increment somewhat) and contrarily by age (as one gets more seasoned, hazard resilience diminishes). Your hazard resistance is the means by which you feel about hazard and the level of nervousness you feel when hazard is available. In mental terms, chance resistance is characterized as “the degree to which a man dangers encountering a less ideal result in the quest for a more great result.” at the end of the day, would you hazard $100 to win $1,000? Or, on the other hand $1,000 to win $1,000? All people fluctuate in their hazard resilience, and there is no “right” adjust.

Chance resistance is likewise influenced by one’s impression of the hazard. For instance, flying in a plane or riding in an auto would have been seen as exceptionally unsafe in the mid 1900s, yet less so today as flight and vehicle travel are basic events. On the other hand, the vast majority today would feel that riding a stallion may be unsafe with a decent shot of falling or being jettisoned in light of the fact that few individuals are around steeds.

The possibility of recognition is imperative, particularly in contributing. As you acquire information about ventures – for instance, how stocks are purchased and sold, how much instability (value change) is generally present, and the trouble or simplicity of exchanging a speculation – you are probably going to consider stock speculations to have less hazard than you suspected before making your first buy. As a result, your uneasiness when contributing is less extreme, despite the fact that your hazard resistance stays unaltered in light of the fact that your view of the hazard has developed.

By understanding your hazard resistance, you can maintain a strategic distance from those ventures which are probably going to make you on edge. As a rule, you ought to never claim a benefit which shields you from resting in the night. Tension empowers fear which triggers enthusiastic reactions (instead of intelligent reactions) to the stressor. Amid times of money related instability, the speculator who can hold a composed attitude and takes after a diagnostic choice process constantly wins out over the competition.

3. Control Your Emotions

The greatest deterrent to securities exchange benefits is a failure to control one’s feelings and settle on sensible choices. For the time being, the costs of organizations mirror the joined feelings of the whole venture group. At the point when a dominant part of financial specialists are stressed over an organization, its stock cost is probably going to decay; when a lion’s share feel positive about the organization’s future, its stock value tends to rise.

A man who feels negative about the market is known as a “bear,” while their positive partner is known as a “bull.” During business sector hours, the steady fight between the bulls and the bears is reflected in the always showing signs of change cost of securities. These transient developments are driven by bits of gossip, theories, and expectations – feelings – instead of rationale and an orderly investigation of the organization’s advantages, administration, and prospects.

Stock costs moving in opposition to our desires make pressure and instability. Would it be a good idea for me to offer my position and maintain a strategic distance from a misfortune? Would it be a good idea for me to keep the stock, trusting that the cost will bounce back? Would it be a good idea for me to purchase more?

Notwithstanding when the stock cost has executed obviously, there are inquiries: Should I take a benefit now before the value falls? Would it be a good idea for me to keep my position since the cost is probably going to go higher? Contemplations like these will surge your psyche, particularly on the off chance that you always watch the cost of a security, in the end working to a point that you will make a move. Since feelings are the essential driver of your activity, it will presumably not be right.

When you purchase a stock, you ought to have a justifiable reason explanation behind doing as such and a desire of what the cost will do if the reason is legitimate. In the meantime, you ought to set up the time when you will exchange your property, particularly if your reason is demonstrated invalid or if the stock doesn’t respond not surprisingly when your desire has been met. At the end of the day, have a leave methodology before you purchase the security and execute that technique apathetically.

4. Handle Basics First

Before making your first venture, set aside the opportunity to take in the nuts and bolts about the stock exchange and the individual securities making the market. There is a familiar aphorism: It is not a securities exchange, but rather a market of stocks. Unless you are acquiring a trade exchanged store (ETF), your concentration will be upon individual securities, as opposed to the market all in all. There are few times when each stock moves in a similar heading; notwithstanding when the midpoints fall by 100 focuses or more, the securities of a few organizations will go higher in cost.

The regions with which you ought to be recognizable before making your first buy include:

Budgetary Metrics and Definitions. Comprehend the meanings of measurements, for example, the P/E proportion, profit per share (EPS), return on value (ROE), and compound yearly development rate (CAGR). Knowing how they are computed and being able to think about various organizations utilizing these measurements and others is basic.

Famous Methods of Stock Selection and Timing. You ought to see how “major” and “specialized” examinations are performed, how they contrast, and where each is most appropriate in a securities exchange methodology.

Securities exchange Order Types. Know the distinction between market orders, constrain arrange, stop advertise orders, stop restrict orders, trailing stop misfortune orders, and different sorts generally utilized by financial specialists.

Diverse Types of Investment Accounts. While money records are the most widely recognized, edge records are required by controls for specific sorts of exchanges. You ought to see how edge is figured and the distinction amongst introductory and support edge prerequisites.

Information and hazard resistance are connected. As Warren Buffett stated, “Hazard originates from not realizing what you are doing.”

5. Enhance Your Investments

Experienced financial specialists, for example, Buffett shun stock enhancement in the certainty that they have played out the majority of the fundamental research to distinguish and measure their hazard. They are likewise agreeable that they can distinguish any potential dangers that will imperil their position, and will have the capacity to exchange their speculations before assuming a cataclysmic misfortune. Andrew Carnegie is rumored to have stated, “The most secure speculation technique is to put all of your investments tied up on one place and watch the crate.” That stated, don’t tragically think you are either Buffett or Carnegie – particularly in your first years of contributing.

The prominent approach to oversee hazard is to expand your introduction. Judicious financial specialists claim loads of various organizations in various enterprises, infrequently in various nations, with the desire that a solitary terrible occasion won’t influence the greater part of their property or will generally influence them to various degrees.

Envision owning stocks in five distinct organizations, each of which you hope to persistently develop benefits. Lamentably, conditions change. Toward the finish of the year, you may have two organizations (An and B) that have performed well so their stocks are up 25% each. The load of two different organizations (C and D) in an alternate industry are up 10% each, while the fifth organization’s (E) resources were exchanged to pay off a monstrous claim.

Expansion permits you to recuperate from the loss of your aggregate venture (20% of your portfolio) by additions of 10% in the two best organizations (25% x 40%) and 4% in the staying two organizations (10% x 40%). Despite the fact that your general portfolio esteem dropped by 6% (20% misfortune short 14% pick up), it is extensively superior to having been put exclusively in organization E.

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6. Stay away from Leverage

  Use essentially implies the utilization of acquired cash to execute your securities exchange technique. In an edge record, banks and business firms can advance you cash to purchase stocks, generally half of the buy esteem. At the end of the day, in the event that you needed to purchase 100 shares of a stock exchanging at $100 for an aggregate cost of $10,000, your financier firm could advance you $5,000 to finish the buy.

The utilization of acquired cash “levers” or overstates the aftereffect of value development. Assume the stock moves to $200 a share and you offer it. In the event that you had utilized your own cash solely, your arrival would be 100% on your venture [($20,000 – $10,000)/$10,000]. On the off chance that you had acquired $5,000 to purchase the stock and sold at $200 per share, your arrival would be 300 % [(20,000-$5,000)/$5,000] subsequent to reimbursing the $5,000 advance and barring the cost of intrigue paid to the merchant.

It sounds incredible when the stock climbs, however consider the opposite side. Assume the stock tumbled to $50 per share as opposed to multiplying to $200, your misfortune would be 100% of your underlying speculation, in addition to the cost important to the representative [($5,000-$5,000)/$5,000].

Use is an apparatus, neither great nor awful. Be that as it may, it is an apparatus best utilized after you pick up understanding and trust in your basic leadership capacities. Constrain your hazard when you are beginning to guarantee you can benefit over the long haul.

Last Thoughts

Value speculations verifiably have delighted in an arrival fundamentally above different sorts ventures while likewise demonstrating simple liquidity, add up to perceivability, and dynamic direction to guarantee a level playing field for all. Putting resources into the share trading system is an awesome chance to assemble huge resource esteem for the individuals who will be predictable savers, make the fundamental interest in time and vitality to pick up understanding, fittingly deal with their hazard, and are tolerant, permitting the enchantment of intensifying to work for them. The more youthful you start your contributing side interest, the more prominent the last outcomes – simply recall to stroll before you start to run.

What extra tips would you be able to recommend for effective securities exchange contributing?

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