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llyfrenfys · 4 months
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"Fascism and Welsh Nationalism", or "Stop Fawning over the FWA you cont"
This is inspired by things I've been noticing around Aberystwyth lately while out and about.
Some mfer is putting up Free Welsh Army (FWA) stickers and I have to keep on pulling them down. Why? You ask.
Fascism.
Because of the not so subtle links between the FWA and fascist movements (of which those links are quite frankly underdiscussed) this post is necessary.
So, starting with the stickers:
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This is just one of three identical stickers I've pulled down this last week in Aberystwyth. They appear more to be car stickers than anything else and must have cost a pretty penny to print and/or purchase. They appear to have been bought directly from a website using FWA imagery and slogans - yet does not claim to be the FWA (that I can see, at least). I'm not going to link to it because they don't need any more web traffic. But we will get onto why this is significant in a bit.
Anyway, returning to the stickers - I pulled down the first one off of an electric box on North Road, opposite Vaynor St in late November. I pulled down the second (pictured) also in late November on Penglais Road off the bus stop near the hospital. And in early December I pulled down the third one off of a wall near the Spar at the end of Vaynor Street. Right off the bat we can assume the guy who wasted a lot of money on these stickers lives local to where the stickers I've found so far were. So they're lazy, for one - not venturing much further than their own front door by the looks of it.
Iconography:
I've written about the iconography of the FWA before here but it bears repeating that if fascists approve of your iconography, then that's a sign your movement is already overrun with fascists.
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This is the sticker design which I've been noticing about town. Top to bottom we have "Cymru Rydd/Free Wales" which on its own is fine. No qualms with that. But between the Welsh and English text is a symbol. This one:
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Now, this was the symbol of the Free Wales Army. Note that I say *was* because the FWA doesn't exist any more. Yet various actors have tried to resurrect its very unsuccessful corpse over the years. These stickers seem to belong to a new organisation which is the latest to try and capitalise on the ghost of the FWA. Now, if you're like me, you'll have already noticed this design is, for lack of a better word, a bit dogwhistley. The angled, blocky, swastika-like stylisation of what is supposedly an eagle, the black and white void of any other features and the very fact it *is* an eagle depicted all seem a bit *too* similar to the iconography of the Third Reich, don't you think?
Their design choice is no accident. It is a design which appeals to fascists while also has enough Welsh cultural reference for apologists to hide behind with a plausibly deniable reason for why their eagle Looks Like That. The white eagle is a reference to the 13th C. poem Mab Darogan, in which Myrddin prophesises that "a king shall come with heroism from among the Welsh people" and that "generous men shall be reborn of the lineage of the eagles of Snowdonia". The eagle could have literally been drawn in any way. But it rather specifically was drawn like this. That choice is not accidental.
Now this new organisation which is trying to reanimate the corpse of the FWA (we'll call them EW) has incorporated the FWA symbol into their sticker. An endorsement of the failed so-called 'paramilitary' organisation on their part, to be sure. EW also have included a different style of white eagle on their sticker as well - which is blatantly stolen from Wikipedia (the copyright is expired, but 0/10 artistic effort on their part even so). Also not to nitpick but the eagle on the sticker is grey not white so that's also a fail.
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Artistic criticisms aside, the sticker is loaded with dogwhistley iconography all round. The Celtic knot border isn't necessarily problematic, however, fascists and/or neo-nazis love to slap Celtic knots onto things because they associate Celticity with whiteness. The colour scheme may also be a coincidence, but it does remind me of the fascist symbol which is the 'Flag of Kekistan" which uses the same colour scheme.
Why does this matter and who were the FWA?:
The FWA were a Welsh nationalist (supposedly 'paramilitary') outfit which formed in Lampeter in 1963 and disbanded in 1969 (just 6 years of activity). They took a lot of their cues from the IRA and were effectively fanboys of them. The group was never really considered a threat and mostly consisted of middle-aged men playing paramilitary dress-up. They did claim to be funded by the IRA and that they had dogs trained to carry explosives. Their claims remain unproven.
HOWEVER - and here's where things get sticky. A lot of the issues the FWA were publicly concerned with were and are actually valid issues (e.g. the drowning of Capel Celyn, the Aberfan Disaster etc.). The problem is that fascists or fanboys of fascists love to get their foot in the door by addressing genuine issues. But what happens is that invariably a minoritised group is blamed for the existence of said issue and naturally that leads to discrimination and violence.
The police started to get a bit antsy with the investiture of then-prince Charles as prince of Wales and the possibility of the FWA doing some terrorism. So some of the FWA's leaders were arrested just prior to this. The group officially ended in 1969.
The nationalism advocated for by the FWA was of the 'blood-and-soil' type. Not just your common or garden nationalism (which still has issues but given context is perfectly able to exist in a non-fashy way). And that's why the idolisation of the FWA in years since is sus. It appeals to romanticised nationalist notions of brave men in uniforms helping free Wales - when in reality they did little terrorism and little to actually further the Welsh nationalist cause. In fact, the leadership of the FWA fell apart after they started to disagree on whether their actions were damaging the cause rather than helping it.
Julian Cayo-Evans founded the FWA and ran it with Dennis Coslett and Gethin ap Gruffydd. Gruffydd went on to found other youth nationalist organisations after he left the FWA due to disagreements with its direction - e.g. he founded the Patriotic Front in 1964 which was later outlawed by Plaid Cymru in 1966. It goes without saying names like 'Patriotic Front' are deliberate nods to other, similarly named fascist organisations like National Front.
Legacy and The Present:
FWA's only legacy is the sycophantic fanclub which ressurects the corpse of the FWA every few years to parade it around and relive the 'glory days' of paramilitary cosplay. But aside from functionally being useless, their iconography and politics are still very much under the fash umbrella and that must be resisted at every opportunity (hence why I'm tearing down their stickers - I don't want fascists to feel welcome here). Part of why people may turn a blind eye to the FWA/sympathise is that they may not be aware of the history of the FWA or see the dogwhistles laden in their work and symbols. Some may even just assume without any other context that they're just another Welsh-language preservation group and may even support them without realising the deeper nature of the organisation beyond just preserving the Welsh language.
Which brings me back to EW. I'm going to put the rest of this under a cut, I do encourage reading the rest though and reblogging to get the word out that
It is always morally okay to tear down fascist propaganda
If you see some in your town, don't hesitate to let fash know they aren't welcome here.
EW:
So, onto the latest in a long line of paramilitary wannabes who idolise a long-dead organisation from the 60s.
The EW website seems... sketch. Lots of banners and sections asking to 'donate now' and 'take action' (with money). So right off the bat this looks like a cash-grab.
Secondly, from their own 'About' section they claim that the Welsh Independence movement has "become inundated with authoritarian Marxist entryists who regard Welsh independence as merely a vehicle for furthering their own political agendas". Which is pretty bold stuff coming from an organisation trying to do The Exact Same. There's also a LOT of emphasis on youth involvement and youth nationalism.
There's also a lot of ahistorical claims in the About section too. E.g. on the prophecy of Myrddin "From this legend derives the very name of Cymru’s greatest mountains, with ‘Eryri’ meaning the ‘Seat of the Eagles’ in Cymraeg." - this is contested as there is no one agreed upon etymology of Eryri. To claim that this is The Etymology suggests that they picked this one just because it conveniently fits the version of the mythology they're presenting. They also claim that "Owain ap Gruffydd, would adopt three such eagles as his royal coat of arms" - this is blatantly incorrect as Owain ap Gruffydd lived before the Age of Heraldry and the three eagles are actually later attributed arms.
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In EW's FAQ there's a section on supporting their organisation - with one paragraph saying that you can buy stickers instead "If you aren’t eligible or willing to commit to becoming an activist". Lol at 'if you aren't willing to fully commit to our FWA fanboy club you can put up some stickers instead'. Also the button to buy stickers suggests you pay via paypal "We’ll accept quick payments using PayPal and will have them shipped to you First Class" - which *totally* sounds legit (what do you bet they ask people to pay via 'friends and family instead of through business means?).
And... that's it. There's very little else on their website. It *looks* like they're trying to be a movement, but appear to lack substance (and money, judging from how many different Donate Now buttons are plastered all over the site). A hollow organisation blatantly bending history and mythology to fit their narrative, proudly using symbols designed to appeal to fascists while asking people to trust them with the future of Wales?
Dim diolch.
For further reading on why we should guard against fascism in Welsh language revival and independence, see my other post here.
Reblogs welcome for an antifascist independent Wales.
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spectersgirl · 4 months
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Hey! How's it going? Can u do like where Harvey has a son (like a mini Harvey specter) ?
This is part one of this!
Mini Harvey
Dad!Harvey Specter
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The morning light streamed through the windows, painting the condo in a soft yellow-orange as Harvey Specter sat at the dining room table, absentmindedly flipping through The Wall Street Journal. The smell of his coffee mingled with the sound of his son's laughter echoing from the living room.
"Daddy, watch me!" The voice belonged to his five-year-old son Oliver, who burst into the room wearing a tiny suit jacket, imitating his father's style.
Harvey glanced up, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Looking sharp, kid. What's the occasion?"
"I'm being a lawyer like you!" Oliver declared proudly, puffing his chest out as if to match his father's confidence.
Harvey chuckled, setting his paper aside. "Are you, now? And what case are you working on?"
Oliver's eyes widened, his imagination running wild. "I'm fixing Teddy's case! He lost his favorite toy, and we have to find it."
Harvey raised an eyebrow, thoroughly entertained by his son's creativity. "Well, Counselor, how are we going to crack this case?"
With all the seriousness a five-year-old could muster, Oliver did his best imitation of Harvey's tone, one he'd heard many times while his dad took calls and allowed him to come into the office on occasion. "We're going to negotiate with Mr. Bunny for clues, and then we'll cross-examine Mr. Puppy!"
Harvey couldn't help but beam with pride. "Negotiations at five years old? I'm impressed. Let's see it in action, shall we?"
For the next hour, the living room became Oliver's courtroom, his stuffed animals all became witnesses and suspects, while he presided as the honorable judge, jury, and prosecutor, all rolled into one.
As the day progressed, Harvey found himself observing Oliver's little antics, each move mirroring his own in miniature form. Whether it was the confident stride or the way he imitated his father's gestures during his make-believe negotiations, it was evident that Oliver was starting to echo Harvey's mannerisms, as much as a five-year-old could.
Later that evening, as Harvey tucked Oliver into bed, the little boy looked up at him with wide eyes. "Daddy, do you like being a lawyer?"
Harvey settled beside him, brushing a hand through Oliver's messy hair. "I love it, buddy. It's about helping people and making sure things are fair. What about you? Do you like being a lawyer?"
Oliver nodded enthusiastically. "I wanna be just like you when I get bigger!"
A swell of emotion filled Harvey's chest. "You know what, bud? You're already amazing just being yourself. But if you ever want to be a lawyer, I'll be right here to show you the ropes."
With a yawn, Oliver snuggled deeper into his blankets, eyes fluttering as he succumbed to his tiredness. "Okay, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you too, buddy," Harvey whispered, watching as his son drifted off to sleep, a smile lingering on his face.
As Harvey quietly exited the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and warmth knowing that even at such a young age, his son was beginning to emulate him. But more than anything, he cherished the fact that his son was embracing his own unique qualities, with a touch of his father's flair thrown in for good measure.
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anulithots · 5 months
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The Character creation masterpost, in which I shall hold your hand through every step of the process, complete with examples and Maslov's hierarchy of needs.
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What concept are you trying to convey?
Because stories are, in essence, metaphysical explorations of this weird and wonderous thing called existence, and at the heart of stories... are characters.
But it can be quite difficult, to go from abstract concept to a character you are comfortable writing as, so here's a process that works for me. Although it's best to test and try and see who this character wants to be. (For example, I'll make a doll of most of my main characters, and that can influence how I write them, and when I was little, I used to figure out their personalities and backstory based on those dolls... so character creation can be whatever you want!)
Shameless doll plug:
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So pick a phenomenon to explore, for this example, we'll pick: Labels. We take pride in them, yes. That's a good thing, but what about those who use labels to phenomenon people, who use our colorful identities to keep us separate and ranked?
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Next up, let's pick a specific viewpoint, one specific way an individual could view this concept. For our 'labels' concept, let's pick a main character that centers around the idea of 'taking so much pride in your identity that you put others/groups of people down'. (so this would be a character that might be a bit bigoted, and hopefully they'll grow past that through the story.)
For other characters, you may pick other ideas, such as 'I take pride in my identity, and all other's identities, it makes us all colorful, and it makes life rich.' (This could be a character who showcases all their colors, and enjoys expressing themself, and encourages others to express themselves too), or 'Eh whatever, I don't adhere to any labels, and you should not judge others for their labels either' (The chill anarchist my beloved.)
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Alrighty, now you got a viewpoint and some of their personality, but this is still pretty vague right now, so let's get comfortable being this character. Do a bit of freewriting about what their mind is like. Perhaps how they view themselves and the world. This can be utter garbage writing. It doesn't even have to be legible. You're just doing a 'prose version' of your development so far. Play with different writing styles here and pick your favorite (it will keep getting better as you go on.)
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Now for the 'best case scenario'. What's their dream? What life do they fantasize about? What situation, what moment makes their heart warm yet strained with longing? What would they have? What wouldn't they have? How would they feel? What wouldn't they feel?
-Basically: what do scenario do they think will give them happiness?
(Try writing this out in prose. For example, one of my characters keeps returning to this specific recollection of what their home used to be, when they were happy. Having this again is what they want more than anything else.)
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Why do they want this dream so much? What does it mean to them? Why will this scenario give them happiness? What is this hidden that they are lacking?
For this, there's a handy little a pyramid. (Maslov's hierarchy of needs)
Do they want safety? Do they want love and belonging? Do they want to be respected and to boost their self-esteem? Do they want to feel fulfilled, with a purpose and meaning to their life? Do they want to be free from longing itself?
(Feel free to add to your practice prose, this is just to get a feel for how to write this character.)
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Here's the thing, characters would've reached this goal already if there was nothing holding them back, which is that viewpoint from the beginning.
Using our 'labels' example, let's name this character.... Xavier (peak edginess).
Xavier believes that there is so much to be proud of for their identity (I would have specifics if I did practice prose, let's say this dude is the pinnacle of righteousness and is respected by everyone, and identifies strongly with their traits and quirks... perhaps their intelligence?) and other's are somehow 'lesser beings' because of it.
Okay, so what would be the worst outcome for Xavier based on this belief?
How about..... another who they deem as lesser outshining them.
And their best case scenario is being respected by all, loved for their accomplishments, perhaps the milestones too - they are successful, and are on a good path in life. They've always been the 'good child,' the 'gifted kid'. And they want to be the epitome of that as an adult.
Their underlying want is for respect and validation.
So Xavier would try desperately to flaunt the labels given to them, and prove they are more valuable than all they deem lesser. Constantly trying to outshine them.
Alrighty! Now that your character has internal conflict, write out some more practice prose. Feel free to create a random situation and play with their head, or just have a train of thought. It could be multiple separate paragraphs, or pages and pages of continuous prose.
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Backstory time!
(This helps with giving a character depth, and it makes them easier to write if you've seen all their pivotal moments.)
First off, write a scene where the character went from being a child who thought everything was happy and everyone was loved and it would all be okay, to believing the viewpoint. What event made that seed of a viewpoint take root in their head?
Tip: when did their worst fear come true? And how did their brain build up a belief system to keep them safe from this scenario from ever happening again?
For our boi Xavier, perhaps they had a friend, and everyone else at school deemed them as lesser because of their community. This friend was bullied, and they were the best companion Xavier could ask for, even if it meant they got ostracized too.
But when this friend got an award for something... perhaps a competition that Xavier also wanted to win...they were more susceptible to the other's comments that this friend was greedy and took opportunities from everyone else, and that Xavier was ruining his self-esteem by being near another who would constantly do better than him.
Xavier stopped being friends with this person and left them all alone.
But at least Xavier wasn't bullied anymore, the crowd acknowledged their strengths (superficially). They didn't do that before, when Xavier was lumped with this other friend.
In a way, it was freeing.
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Next up... have fun with this! Write a few scenes (they can be as short or as long as you want) where the character was close to getting that 'best case scenario' but a hint of their fear arose, and they decided to avoid their fear. The pain of their fear was greater than the pain for a lack of happiness.
For Xavier, they had the chance numerous times to connect with others of different backgrounds, and refused it each and every time this other person had a quality that was better than Xavier's. Eventually this chain of avoiding their fear, lead this viewpoint to be deeply rooted in their head. Prime for storytelling.
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.... then you can write the first chapter ;p
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Y'all bear with me on my bad phone pictures and excessive notes lmao, but, uh, ask and you shall receive.
Here's my concept art for Jason in my fic Imprint, where he's a halfa and Danny's biological dad and the king father/king regent? of the infinite realms.
Here's the first ever sketch I did somewhere around chapter 2 or 3:
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Featuring larval Ghost!Jason, Pit madness/Lazarus Water and little bitty Ghost!Danny.
I was already thinking about the possibility of a crown but didn't know what to do with it yet so I just left a halo as a placeholder DBZ-style, which you'll see in the next few concept stages until I finish the latest one.
Ah, the oldest concept I had for the Pit is that it laid dormant in Jason's mind and would physically pull itself out of his head, which is why it's kind of half melded with Jason's helmet in this one. And I'm still kind of considering that idea, but I'm leaning more towards it coming from the bulk of Jason's body instead, as we see it in chapter 8 of Imprint when readers get to see Jason's ghost nonsense from an outside perspective. They (the Pit) is definitely more tiger-like now, and you'll catch a glimpse of a sketch dump where I'm trying to get a handle on tiger shape language (?). They'll still be water based and colored like the pits/a lagoon. It may be hard to picture- just trust me.
Uhhh let's see....the "lantern ribcage" is a part of the design that's really important to me so you'll see me consistently playing with it as I go through these early concepts. That's his core nestled in the lower part of his ribs, visible but protected behind the iron cage of his bones.
I wanted to incorporate Jason's helmet and other parts of his vigilante/hero uniforms in his ghost form since that part of his life is deeply personal to him.
I also knew that I wanted him to have a very monstrous aspect to his design- and I can't resist slapping pointy teeth on any of my concepts that deviate from being strictly human. So those aren't going away. Nostrils to breathe smoke and fire so Jason can better emote with most of his face being metal.
Danny's default ghost form, opposed to Jason's will still kinda be the one he has in his original dimension- black and white suit and the classic DP symbol on the chest, but probably better armored and with a bat emblem thrown in somewhere. So thats what I drew him with here- though little kid sized, with an added black streak in his hair to complete the inverse of the Lazarus Pit streak he has in human form.
In ghost form, when Jason needs precision, his go-to weapon will be the All Blades, which I have kinda illustrated here.
I may kinda set the bones of this design aside to use as a more humanoid ghost form that's closer to his living form, but that's still up in the air.
Here's concept 2, which I did on chapter...5? I think? Which is when I decided I wanted to make Jason's most comfortable ghost form to be kinda big and outrageous:
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This one's got some notes doodled around it- but I'll type them out in case you can't read my handwriting.
Jason was definitely leaning more toward dragon (and I'm still trying to find the balance between dragon and phoenix that works nicely for him, but we're getting there.)
I decided not to put heat pits on his face recently so that the parts of his head modeled after the helmet are smooth metal armor. I tried to elongate the head but still keep the lines of his helmet in the design.
This is also the first time I started messing with horns- which have been bent in just about every direction at this point trying to make them mesh well with the rest of his design. The uppermost notes in the image mention basing the shape of his horns off of one of his weapons. I thought that the flaming all blades would just be overkill at that point and decided to play with using the Kris knife he gets from the League. Which is....still overkill but it's less fire to draw, so we'll call it a even. There is also a note on my decision to make his horns into a pair only because of being Bruce's second son and the second Robin. (I have put way too much fucking thought into this if you haven't figured that out already).
Tried a different look for the teeth and ended up scrapping it.
I also started leaning more into making his back look as messed up as possible at this point and started thinking of the....mountain range in plated rows like a croc's back.
And here's concept 3, which also starts playing with colors and the all-tail, no-legs look that I decided to stick with:
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This is definitely the biggest jump between concepts so far and was sketched up while writing chapter 7, which I think is the first time we get to experience his ghost forms (there's 2 that we saw in that chapter).
So I continued to smooth and lengthen the head and tried a different thing with the teeth- which I kept. I also felt a lot better about the lines from the helmet with this concept. I tried curling his kris knife horns forward, trying to play with their form. Those have changed since.
This is the first time I added hair, but it's hard to see. He, like Danny, has an inversed streak of black at the front of his 'do to reflect the Lazarus stripe.
Again with the halo placeholder because I was still on the fence about the crown. Started trying to make the mountains of his spine more volcanic looking. Don't know if I'm keeping that or not yet.
So the three major differences between this and it's predecessors is the 1) mantle of smoke that is constantly being expelled from his body that is supposed to imitate a kinds cloak/mantle; 2) the tail, which has since been changed into a fiery tail instead of a ghostly one; and 3) I slapped his Robin 'R' from the movie UTRH on him to make this form more...him, I guess, and also to make Bruce cry like a baby.
So the things that I have changed is the ribcage, the shape of the horns, the crown (which finally has a rough design and a name based on the fight he has to win to earn it- yes, I already have that arc scribbled out and will most likely be adding it into the story) and I added some extra stuff to the face to match the written descriptions in Imprint.
SO. -Claps hands together- I'd love to hear your thoughts on everything, and I am always interested in hearing how y'all have interpreted these characters for yourselves.
If this is something you want me to do again with other character designs, let me know and I will. I am working on Jason, of course, and the Pit, Frankie boy, Danny's big long boi form, Gotham and some other odds and ends.
(Whoops forgot tags again)
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minecraftbookshelf · 8 months
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Lore? Lore? Lore for the poor?
Could you perhaps spare some marriage au lore for a poor soul?
Lore about Mezalia? Lore about Pixandria? Random culture lore?
Hello and welcome to World-Building Central! where the feral brain rabbits never stop running!
I did just post my Joel Character Design post, so if you haven't seen that yet it's here and is honestly as much about Mezalean style in general as it is about Joel in particular.
I'll ramble for a bit now and we'll see what we get XD it'll probably be more character based than general world-building, since that's where my head is at today, but we shall see!
Mezalea has two primary exports: Fish and terracotta. They also make some of the most beautiful pottery, but that is less of a significant trade resource.
Fishing in Mezalea has been the main livelihood of approximately half the population for a very long time. Fishing and sea-travel (mostly for merchant-ing reasons) are the primary focus of the coastal towns and villages, while inland it is mirrored by the terracotta quarries. This caused a brief tension when they first encountered the Ocean Empire, not because the Seafolk have an objection to eating fish, but figuring out who had rights to the waters and where Pixandrian and Mezalean territory ended and Oceanic territory began. (Was Joel basically traded for fishing rights? Well it wasn't not a factor :) )
Mezalea and Pixandria have a long history as allied nations, though that alliance has become a lot closer over the past handful of centuries due to Joel and Pix's friendship. There are some cultural similarities, both being desert nations with some seafaring tendencies, though there are plenty of differences too.
Pixandria has a somewhat interesting relationship with the other empires at large, due in large part to Pix's tendency to randomly show up in other empires, regardless of treaty or alliance status. No one in the Pixandrian government admits to this, but they are pretty sure that their Emperor sometimes forgets where they are in time and who they are currently having more tension-ridden interactions with. If this is actually the case or if it's just Pix being a troll, no one knows.
The WRA starting to call the Ocean Alliance the Cod Alliance is a source of amusement for Pix. He doesn't mind at all, Jimmy has very much been stepping up as a leader of the alliance recently (and they are all very proud of him) It's that kind of mostly fond amusement that older people get when they see younger people "reinventing the wheel" for lack of a better term. It's new to them but it's not new. A mixture of vicarious joy in the discovery of life and the world and "ah, the youth"
Pix is very fond of this generation of rulers in general. He thinks that, if the world is kind, they will all be able to accomplish great things, due in no small part to their much closer bonds to each other than their predecessors. While the Ocean Alliance has stood as a wonky little family for centuries, most of the more land-based empires were much more business-like with each other. So while politically and personally, his relationship with the Wither Rose Alliance is not the friendliest, he is very proud of them for what they have done.
One of Pix's titles is "Bringer of Storms" and is the other main reason, beside his absolute obliteration of war as a cause of death among the common folk, that he remains as Pixandria's ruler. If your priest-king can summon rain in the desert, you keep him. (This is not a standard ability of their priests or their kings and, along with the immortality, is a distinguishing feature of his.) He is usually very responsible with this power, and maintains an awareness of its impact on all surrounding ecosystems. Occasionally the urge for mischief does override good sense, but its mostly fine.
Pix is the only person outside the Ocean/Swamp and its Royal family who wields a trident, and the only one outside the Oceanic Royal Family who's trident is imbued with the level of enchantments it has. The landlocked empires consider this an odd quirk of his. The Ocean Alliance empires are more aware of the cultural significance of this and the indication of adjacency to divinity and treat him accordingly.
This is why Pix was the first person to make peaceful contact with the Ocean when they first emerged and were basically greeting everyone with murder. The ability to wield an enchanted trident guaranteed him safe passage and respect.
The Anthill and The Oasis are the two centers of Pixandria. The majority of the population actually lives in The Anthill, which, much like its name suggests, has been hollowed out into a series of tunnel-roads and cave homes. Most actual houses have at least one wall built into the outside of the mountain, but some people do choose (and it is usually a choice) to go full cave-dweller in the interior.
The Oasis is primarily a trade center and space for growing crops and tending to bees. Embassies and guest houses are also here, to host travelers and representatives from other nations without allowing them access to many of the more vulnerable citizens.
Pix developed the Oasis town himself over the course of the reign, but The Anthill was already ancient when he was born.
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ask-count-lulu · 5 months
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📣 ANNOUNCEMENT
Attention Folks!
I've got news for The Arcana's Archive! I'm officially looking for volunteering helpers. But first, I invite you to read this post to know exactly what I'm talking about.
- What's T.A.A. (The Arcana's Archive)?
I'll be frank, I'm assuming and hoping you already know the existence of that blog, otherwise you wouldn't be interested in reading this. But just in case, I do suggest you to read the pinned post of @the-arcana-archive , to understand better what it is about.
- What, exactly, am I looking for?
Well, the Archive as been a huge side project for me so far. I'll try to be short:
As said in the pinned post, the archive won't only be a Tumblr blog, but also a massive Google Drive.
Life has been busy, and I found myself really slow in completeing said project. For now, the Tumblr blog only ever had image files, but the archive goes way beyond that! Scripts, updated wikis with canon cuorisities all in one place and more.
I've been thinking about it a lot... And having a small team of volunteers who love the game as much as I do and are willing to be a helping hand to this fandom would be so, so awesome. Right now, I'm mainly looking for 5-6 people who could give a hand in writing down the scripts of the Arcana's routes, tales, and the prologue, and perhaps future helpers in fact-checking the wikis. Basically, some kind of Ambassadors!
Though, of course, I cannot pick out the first bunch of people who are willing to. There are a few requisites to follow for the sake of accuracy. Nothing personal or too complicated, but i'll need someone who;
- Has read all the 6 routes at the least once (no need to both endings unlocked)
- Has at the least one route with all the books bought
- Has no preference on what route/character to work on
- Has a discord and is willing to join a small server
- Can work on Google Drive
More instructions will be given in the Discord server! Of course, I'm looking for volunteers, but there are also advantages into this! In fact, you'll have early access to the archive, and especially, exclusive Arcana content you won't find anywhere, if not behind a paywall. You'll eventually have access to an early version of the Google drive, which is pretty much useful if you're and artist or a writer in this fandom.
I want to clarify that no pressure shall ever be put on your shoulders! Everyone has their own business in life, I understand, and that's pretty much the same reason I'm calling out for help. If we are more and everyone does their little part, we'll be certainly faster.
I won't mind drawing something for you either if you're interested, i'm trying to learn the Arcana style and it's been fun so far! You can reach out in DM on @the-arcana-archive if you want be part of the project, and if you have questions, you can ask in the inbox of this blog.
( Keep in mind there are limited places, so please don't feel left out if I don't choose you. I'll be choosing basing on reliability, besides the requisites.)
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nebulaleaf · 8 months
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What color would u say Akira’s eyes are? I see a lot of people say gray and I’ve also seen red, but I always thought they were a dark brown
You’re starting a cult around him so I figured you’d have an opinion
ok 1) not starting a cult that's just an in-joke making fun of a silly anon i got. 2) yes i do have an opinion. but also ...... FACTS !!! I usually go grey as the normal default but I understand the confusion. Official artworks for merchandise range from black to a light blue 😭. Lets take a trip down model / reference lane, shall we? First up: P5D!
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We'll rope P5 / P5R into this too, because it's the same colour. Akira's eyes appear this shade... almost always! The metaverse, the real world... grey as graphite. Ah, but "almost! almost!?" you cry! Yes, yes. There's one exception.
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Recall the persona awakening scene. Recall *all* of them, actually. All persona users have their eyes turn yellow when tearing their mask off.
This holds true for their models as well! For a few frames, during the summoning animation, their faces turn black and their eyes turn yellow. It's easier to see on some characters than others. (Others being joker. this took me SO long to scrub for.) Now, lets look at his sprites! So I guess we can call this part uh, Persona Q.A? (That's what these sprites are from, anyway...)
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Now these eyes definitely look black! Honestly I think you could argue that the previous set were black too. On their own, they seem grey but the key thing to compare them with here is Akira's hair. They're both the same colour in the sprites and uh, that's definitely not grey hair. Now the anime! I won't be covering P5A: The Daybreakers because. Well. It'd just be more "Wow it's black. Now it's black again." P5A Is interesting because I swear to god his eyes were red when they were in mementos. but i must've imagined that???
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That's just not a thing that happens! It's grey! The only exception is the... [shudders] All Out Attack. (Which also happens in P5:the game. forgot to mention that earlier; but it could be chalked up to mere aesthetic choice)
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My assumption about red-eyes is at least partially true though. Nnnot in the sense that what I thought happened, happened, but more-so... Whenever Joker is depicted with red eyes, it's in his PT outfit. And like... only that outfit.
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Mementos mission loves doing it. p5a does it. Artists do it. my BRAIN does it. Q2 also does it!! (hi all out attack. again)
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other notable mentions for Doin' It Red While Being Joker are Akirby and the Official Jonker Nendo. Idk what that means but! Yeah
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A few promo arts do the red-eyes thing like this original key art and multiple official illustrations for p5's release. I think it's just a fun aesthetics thing honestly. p5 is red. akira is from p5. slap some red on that bitch on him eye.
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[ key art | strikers art | og p5 art ] So that solves that mystery. I think the idea of brown eyes either comes from being realistic (black eyes irl are just really really dark brown) op's colour palette ooooooooooor.... misunderstanding an official palette!
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This is Q2's cut in graphic. The eyes look kind of brown, right? But it's mostly just a lighting thing. The face is darkened and the eye's colour is lightened to give that slick piercing-gaze-through-the-shadows effect.
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(Q2 Akira is pretty pasty, as we can see here. the skintone matches the brightest highlight in the cut-in image.)
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striker's sprites eyes look pretty brown too, but if you look at the hair and shadows, you can see it's because everything has a brown hue. we're doing black without doing black! (...except for the deepest shadows and lines, but cmon. if you put black on black its just gonna look like a big ol' blob.) this same effect is often used in many tribute artworks for p5 that aren't in the usual black/white/single colour style or crossover artwork because............ well it's basic colour theory. The only exception to the "rules" i've laid out here I have ever seen is the artwork done for Persora The Golden Best 5th Album artwork.
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WHY ARE THEY BLUE. THAT'S WRONG. anyway. hoped this post helps you. my personal opinion is grey / silver if i wanna get all OOooh FANCY when writing a fic and waxing poetic and then yellow when summoning a persona or using some kind of spell in mementos. don't see brown in the slightest and red... yeah, i'll pass on having that be his default in mementos? maybe? idk i go back and forth on it lol. just get jiggy with it
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hoesaria · 1 year
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III. Wake me up next time
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"Alhaitham!" you call out, moving out of the classroom and towards the grey haired male that had his nose in a book while waiting for you.
"I hope you didn't wait too long"
"It's quite alright, after all I had said I would" He replied nonchalantly, "Shall we head to the cafe now? It would be unpleasant if all the seats were taken"
Entering the café, you both go towards the main desk to place your orders. The acting manager Enteka greets you with a smile, "Y/n, how are you? You're with someone new I see"
"Just my partner for a new project. Alhaitham this is the acting manager of Puspa cafe, Enteka. And Enteka I would like to introduce my classmate Alhaitham."
Alhaitham gives a nod of acknowledgement to the woman as she takes your order, "Okay, so two sumeru style coffee and one Padisarah pudding, coming right up! You can sit down anywhere."
Alhaitham leads you towards a table in the back where it was quieter and pulls out a chair for you. After you're seated, he goes to his own seat and sets up his laptop and notebooks before sitting down himself.
"You know," you start as you open up the notes that Alhaitham had sent you, "Enteka likes to read customers fortune from the coffee grounds. I've never tried it myself but I heard its very effective"
"Really? That's interesting but I myself don't believe in things without proper theory. I wouldn't be opposed to try it if you want" Alhaitham mused, you would have thought he'd go into a rant about how it was all fake. You'd seen him do it in class, it was kinda cute.
Wait, cute? No no you meant irritating! Definitely.
"I'm going to check out that wall of books on the side of the cafe, you can proofread what I wrote right now" He said as he got up, you nodded and waved him off while working on your essay.
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A shattering of cup shocks you out of sleep, you must have snoozed while proof reading. Alhaitham was not at your table so you assumed he hadn't returned.
Laughing at the replies your friends sent, you put your phone down as you see Alhaitham approaching again. "Did you find anything of use to our project?"
"Yes, we'll be able to complete it by next week" Alhaitham responded as you both started packing your bags, "We'll be meeting after Miss Yae's class tomorrow right? Lets sit at the same seat to discus before she arrives too"
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[A/n] I feel like im not really giving enough RIVAL energy but like to be fr, who has the energy in college? ANYWAYS that doesnt mean i dont have rival angst not prepared.
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dxmoness · 10 months
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HEY HEY-
( This is like an idea inspired from the rp chats I have with oc and ai Rezef- You already know who am I)
An engaged enemies to lovers with Rezef Hill? Where name comes from a noble household that has a great influence in the empire- That at first they were like on each other's throats but then they began warming up and become allies as they share the same goal of just wanting to overthrow and humiliate the heinreich duchy? But then meanwhile they continue with their plan to make Rezef the emperor with name's help, the two of them just happen to start falling in love but don't know how to bring that up due to the fear of rejection?
You can make it either a drabble or hc, Idm! And pls take your time <33
Your health matters 🫶
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈 | 𝐑. 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋
[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Hope this doesn't flop 🥹
[ WARNINGS ] murder, hateful attitude + thoughts.
[ READER PRONOUNS ] she/her
[ WRITING STYLE ] desideria · long fic!
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I hate you. That was all Name could think as she watched herself get married to him. The crowned prince stood in front of her, his eyes filled with absolute hatred.
"I do." Those words. Hollow, empty words. None of them meant it. When he leaned closer to kiss reluctantly, their lips interlocked in a barely meaning anything way of kissing.
The post wedding ball was a blur as the two were escorted for their first night together. The moment the door was closed, Rezef lashed out. Pissed off. She ducked his hit as he seemed aggravated.
"Looks like someone's mad." Name mocked as Rezef looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes. He steps closer before he grabs a fistful of her hair. "Shut up." He practically shouts as he pulled her hair. Tears swelled as she was completely in pain but her pride prevented her from those near waterworks.
Rezef smiles sadistically as he lets go of her hair before he sat down on the bed. His sapphire eyes ablaze with anger. "Now. Shall we discuss what we'll do in this relationship?" His tone meant no talking back as she could only so much as bob her head in assent despite wanting to lash out so much words towards him.
He grins with delight as he nods. "Good." He chuckles darkly. "As we both know we hate each other, I don't love you and you don't love me." She nods at this again. It was true. "Since this is the case we will only act like a couple when our parents are near. When they aren't, we'll act like complete strangers. Understood?"
She nods in affirmation. "Understood." Rezef smirked. "Very well, looks like we've come to an agreement now. Be a good doll and sleep on the floor tonight." Fuck you. She said mentally as she watched him lay down and get comfortable.
The next day she awoke from a very exhausting night. She barely got any sleep, she sighed as she rubbed her back.
This was gonna be a long life now that she knew what she was dealing with.
The good thing was that they rarely came close. Separate rooms, different schedules. Everything fit right where they should. No problem problems for everyday activities as they had different duties and they were rarely called for tea with emperor.
It was perfect. Until they both found the interest of taking down the Heinrich duchy a similar goal. This was when they decided to join forces. And only for this moment, once it was over they would go back to the old schedule.
That was what they originally thought. Because when they managed to figure out how to fit each other's talents and strengths to the puzzle. This started the relationship they thought they'd never make. The feelings they thought would never be brewed.
Rezef was quick to notice on his feelings when Name was around. He was more relaxed than before. It was if she lifted burdens of the things he couldn't do as she just fit right in. Watching her work her magic, theorizing and strategizing needed and unneeded attacks where enough to make him see that he needed her for the Empire's sake. Even for his own.
As for Name, Name found his actions ever so startling when all the bickering stopped. She found favour in his perfectionist views when it came to the number of agents to place in the mission or the people they should trust.
When it was over, could they possibly do what they promised to each other then? Just the small thought of returning to their once fruitless marriage tore each apart.
So they wouldn't. But they couldn't tell each other their reasons. In fear of being still hated by the other.
"Rezef?" Name looks up to see her husband by the door of her room. It was an odd sight. Much more unusual for the guards by the door, she thinks as she gets up.
Rezef watches her come closer. He does not deny that she was beautiful. He was lost in the thought of admiring her that he hadn't realized what Name asked. "What?" He blinks finally returning to reality.
"Are you okay?" She repeated the question. "Yes." "Then what are you-" Rezef couldn't hold himself any longer, his lips pressed on hers engulfing her into sharing a heated and passionate kiss. One that told both of them what they needed to know.
They were in love and there was no denying that now.
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tagging, @sxnful-rage
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luneariaa · 6 months
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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢. ( 𝐚𝐮 )
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❥︎ - ; x fem! reader
❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : nanami might be ooc, you both are agents, mentions of alcohol drinking at a private bar but not overly specific. no romance, but more into how i imagined you both meeting each other for the first time.
❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : was listening to some songs by lana and randomly got inspired at 2 a.m.. i might make more of these if i wish to.
☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
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"You must be Sir Nanami. Pleased to finally meet you; I was assigned to partner up with you for our upcoming missions and further."
You begin to introduce yourself briefly upon arrival at the private bar, the place where you were asked to meet up with him by your current boss. Your hair is styled beautifully, yet neatly in a classic type of bun-- along with a rather casual, yet presentable suit outfit.
The man before you is quite handsome, tall and blonde. He definitely possesses a certain charm to him.
"Ah, evening, miss (L/N)." Nanami acknowledges your arrival by the moment you approached him, taking in your overall appearance and beauty. "It's a pleasure, indeed. I was told beforehand."
He extends his hand out for a formal handshake, to which you returned the gesture with such ease. His whole demeanor truly radiates professionalism; a strong, gentlemanly aura, even.
"I'm sure that we'll make a good team on our missions together."
To which you earned a small smile from him while you took a seat next to him on the reserved, vacant chair.
After ordering your desired drinks at the bartender, a short silence surrounds you two, causing you to observe his side profile for a while.
Oh, this man-- surely, countless women or men alike would be swooning over him. Even more so, the reputation that he currently holds.
"I've got to say; you somehow give off some serious lady energy. One that means business, strictly."
Nanami was the first to break the stillness around the air, chuckling slightly. While doing so, he adjusted the glasses that were settled on the bridge of his nose.
He even mentally thought that you look quite gorgeous. "In a good way, that is."
"Oh really?"
You momentarily caught yourself off guard, but you were able to pull yourself together with a tiny smirk on your face and a head resting on your now-upended palm. "How so?"
He sends a brief glance though. "Let's just say, they've told me good things about you-- your record in general. And I must say, I'm impressed."
"Huh, I see." A short laugh was elicited from you, shifting your gaze at the bartender who's starting to pour drinks for two.
"I'm flattered actually. Likewise, sir."
You half-jokingly stated, bringing one cup closer to you as you looked into the drink for a bit. You just ordered a light one, since you can't possibly risk yourself and gotta stay sober at least.
"Just call me Kento, if you wish." He smirks slightly, while his mannerism changes a little as well. It's more casual and relaxed in a way that's quite easy to miss. Slowly, he's getting comfortable.
You merely chuckled, yet didn't say anything for now other than a small nod.
"Well," he begins shortly after, raising his own glass close to yours. "Shall we drink now?"
You agreed, letting your glass clink against his own lightly.
"To us."
The two of you finally took several sips from your drinks with no problems as for now. Everything seemed to be going in the right direction so far.
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© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.
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nicnavarrocage · 4 months
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In addition to my MSPA ideas
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Prison Part 2, also known as Jailbreak: Extended Play, is basically a different version of the Jailbreak adventure, including dialogue, animation, narrative shiftings from 1st person to 2nd person between characters, and even interactive pages... IF I CAN CODE THEM. Each stick figure character will be named, and some will look distinct.
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This is the "Beyond Canon Mockery" adventure I mentioned on my previous post, also known as "Homestuck: Beyond Fucked Up" or "Beyond Awful." It's a changearound of Beyond Canon's story, with worsened content, but mocked in a self-aware way, has a lot of pop culture stuff, also mocks the controversy and culture around Homestuck, and introduces a character named " The Story Wizard," an obnoxious, plot fiddling, story changing, retconning, King of Town alien who's always here to make the story worse. In this adventure, John actually hates everything around him, probably just me making fun of his descent into depression, wheras in the original comic he's an emo James Rolfe, while here, he's nihilistic.
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Freeplay is an adventure with no plot, no story, no gods, no masters, no author, just fun, but a few set of rules. You can do anything you want here. It's the infinite canvas of MS Paint Adventures, with loads of creativity for one simple panel.
There are a trinity of commands, however. NULLIFY will reset everything, REGRESS will revert a command that someone has submitted, and DISORDER will scramble the story you create into random, inconvenient places.
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Nepal Silo was an adventure I was thinking about earlier this year. It's about a group of young researchers who live on a cold, snowy landscape, sometimes peppered with aliens and oddities. It's gonna have the same style as Homestuck, but it's not gonna have that "There's a teenager in his room and he shall be named, plus a world ending supergame" bullshit.
I was also planning to give this adventure a Kelly Bailey inspired soundtrack, obviously because of the planned influence from Half Life.
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And here is one I dare to create. Adventure Boy! Planned to be an adventure about some kid (oddly looking similar to Zoosmell Pooplord) in a fantasy world that doesn't know him at all. The main, titular character is extremely joyful, almost stereotype joyful, and yet the world he's in ranges from dark to careless. Yeah, it's obviously one big trope made into an MS Paint Adventure, but I don't care.
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Another one I'm thinking about is this oddball. It's a story about your favorite spider bitch doing really stupid stuff towards every other troll in the style of a Homestar Runner storybook (See: Sbemail 100 or Homestar Enters the Strongest Man in the World Contest). Later in the book, the protagonist redeems herself off of being too mean.
But least could we forget, another project in the making. It's been done before, but we'll do it again. Comedy gold, adequate. Irony, stunning.
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SWEET BOR AND HELLA JYEFF VIDYA GAEM DUDES INNERACTIVE COMIC made by ya boy Dave s. with iorny
Yes, I'm doing a Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff adventure. This one is more gaming based than slice of life or adventure. Think of it as early SBaHJ.
There's also gonna be a few new "bros" introduced into this comic. One's with a green shirt whom I call "THAT DUDE," and a pink shirt named "STAN-SO-CASH." Does Geromy count as a bro? WHO KNOWS!
At last, we have this.
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An MS Paint Adventures adaptation of Homestar Runner's "Thy Dungeonman." This is basically gonna be a warm-up to everything else I'll do on MSPFA, sort of a practice to see if I can actually work on what I can correctly. I ended up doing Jailbreak: Extended Play first. The command system of Thy Dungeonman would be really hard to replicate in the MS Paint Adventures format, so suggestions will be sent one by one. Or I could just do the Bard Quest treatment.
So uh, BYE!
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notmorbid · 2 months
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saratoga trunk.
dialogue prompts from saratoga trunk by edna ferber.
newspaper reporters die young or quit their jobs.
i can give you a real story.
i've got nothing to lose now. i'm coming clean.
what can death do to you that life hasn't done to you already?
if it makes you feel better to believe that, go ahead and believe it.
you have dignity enough for all of us.
i honestly can't say i regret a thing i've done.
you are so cynical for one so young.
they say this house is haunted.
it's very chic to be haunted.
we'll go wherever there's money and fun.
i only came here to show them they can't frighten me.
what do you think i am, a magician?
i shall be what it suits me to be.
life is something you must take by the tail, or it runs away from you.
i have a mind to slap you right here.
i had you wrong.
what kind of a game is this, anyway?
i sure never met anybody like you before.
if you'll let me talk to you, i can explain.
you're not bad. you're only mad at the world.
you're like a person in a storybook.
the west is wild, and don't you forget it.
i was taught that emotion is weakness.
in a way, we are two of a kind.
they thought that i didn't hear, or didn't understand.
that's called hush money, where i come from.
there isn't anyone like me.
whiskey is not a drink, it's a medicine.
i love you because you love her.
are you trying to tease me?
i wouldn't change a hair of your head.
you wouldn't be as cold-blooded as that, would you?
you little hellcat, you.
you make things come alive.
i've made up my mind, i shall not be sentimental about anything.
i never would just open a door and walk through. i had to bust it down for the hell of it.
it's too late and too hot.
you know a great deal, for one so young.
i know things without learning them, like a witch.
i am going to have a fine time, and i am going to fool the world.
bad luck? bad judgment. good luck? good judgment.
all my life i read about you, and here you are: a melodrama come to life.
it doesn't mean anything. just tears.
i thought i was used to being alone.
no one could come within a mile of you in looks and style.
looks like we're neighbors.
when i'm ill i complain, and when i'm angry i shout, and when i'm happy, i laugh. it's simple.
stop scowling like a cross little boy.
you don't have to be like them. you only have to be cleverer than they are.
i could go for days now without rest or sleep.
don't put words in my mouth i never said.
i just like to hear you talk. i don't care what you say.
let's be young again. just for now.
you used to tell me everything. what are you keeping from me?
everybody can leave me. i don't need anyone.
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I had to translate Percy's ICON Magazine for academic reasons (no really) so I thought I'd post it for people to read since i have it! Now I had to manually type it into google translate so there's plenty of ways it could be flawed but it's coherent and all and that's what matters lol
So here's the google translation, the typed up Italian will be under the cut for those who ya know, can do something with that.
son of art, surrounded by actors and directors since childhood, the young star of Wednesday admits: "I am predestined". And she reveals to Icon what her secret is for being so natural in her interpretations.
I've always wondered: but if I had the chance to have a chat with Percy Hynes White, the very young Canadian actor whose fame exploded after he played the magnetic and intriguing Xavier in the Netflix series Wednesday, would we become friends? I would like it very much. Look at him, Percy: handsome, very elegant, cold, but with a shadow of perpetual triteness in his eyes. He has the bearing of an irresistible cursed hero. I'm not saying we're made for each other, eh, but in my opinion we can become friends. I'm trying.
Shall we start from the beginning? "I grew up among artists. My father and mother are writers and screenwriters. He (Joel Thoomas Hynes, ed.) wrote a series of books, perhaps you've heard of We'll All Be Burnt In Our Beds Some Night, which he won a lot of awards. But then he was an actor on television, in the cinema… my mother on the other hand (Sherry Whit, ed.), wrote the series Pretty Hard Cases and the film Maudie, with Sally Hawkins and Ethan Hawke . So I'm predestined. Since I was little I was surrounded by actors or directors who asked my parents if they could let me act in their films. Not that I'm complaining, but I had no choice!" Ok, but let's make an effort of imagination: what if I had had that choice? What if I could choose what job to do? "I don't know, really. Everything I can think of has something to do with art. Even if I answered you as a carpenter, there would still be something artistic behind it, a research… Maybe sooner or later I'll start writing too, like my parents."
I avoid confiding in Percy that I would always have liked to be a newsagent, because it occurs to me that in Cast No Shadow, one of his very first films, Percy plays the role of a child with a decidedly difficult life and a violent father, played by his real dad, the aforementioned Joel. Now, I don't know, but it seems like a very difficult thing to me…" It was very easy! It's the opposite of what our relationship has always been. My father is a very sweet person, so what we staged it was really a game: a total fiction, but done with extreme naturalness." Perfect, just what I was about to say… But deep down it's true: Naturalness, instinct, seem to me to be the key to his work.
Every time he appears on screen, Percy seems like the right person at the right time. "My characters always have only a few small degrees of separation from how they are in reality. This created some insecurity in me, because I have never played someone totally different from me. Then a friend of mine explained to me how it works. There are two typologies of actors: those who have to distance themselves as much as possible from their reality and those who are chosen specifically to bring a bit of themselves into the characters they play. What I do is immerse myself in the situation presented to me. From there I behave and I talk like I really would if I were that character or if I really lived in that reality. I think that's why I give the impression of being natural in my acting style: it's because ultimately it's me."
Maybe it's what you could call a method, one of those things that only the greatest have inside. "No, I would never dare. For me the greatest of all is Philip Seymour Hoffman. Whatever part he played, even the smallest, he steals scenes from anyone. Watching his films again is a constant surprise, he really could do anything ".
But what if you could choose a film genre or director to work with instead? "In this period I'm collecting a lot of old VHS tapes. I don't know why: I like the texture they have on my TV and I find the idea of having a film in my hand, a physical, tangible medium, not lost somewhere in the cloud, interesting. I'm watching a lot of old horror from the 70s and 80s and I'd like to do something with Sam Raimi or John Carpenter. Something crazy, free, creative." John Carpenter! You see? I told you we were meant to be friends, Percy!
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figlio d'arte, circondato da attori e registi fin da bambino, la giovane star diMercoledì ammette: "sono un predestinato". E svela ad Icon qual è il suo segreto per essere così naturale nelle sue interpretazioni.
Mi sono sempre chiesto: ma se avessi la possibilità di fare due chiacchiere con Percy Hynes White, il giovanissimo attore canadesela cui fama é esplosa dopo che ha interpretato il magnetico e intrigante Xavier nella serie Mercoledì di Netflix, diventeremmo amici? A me piacerebbe iantissimo. Guardalo, il Percy: bello, elegantissimo, algido, ma con un'ombra di perenne tritezza negli occhi. Ha un portamento de eroe maledetto irresistibile. Non dico che siamo fatti l'uno per l'altro, eh, ma secondo me possiamo diventare amici. Io ci provo.
Partiamo dall'inizo? "sono cresciuto in mezzo ad artisti. Mio padre e mia madre sono scrittori e sceneggiatori. Lui (Joel Thoomas Hynes, ndr) ha scritto una serie di libri, forse hai sentito nominare We'll All Be Burnt In Our Beds Some Night, che ha vinto un sacco di premi. Ma poi ha fatto l'attore in televisione, al cinema… mia madre invece (Sherry Whit, ndr), ha scritto la serie Pretty Hard Cases e il film Maudie, con Sally Hawkins e Ethan Hawke. Per cui sono un predestinato. Sin da piccolo ero circondato da attori o registi che chiedevano ai miei se potevano farmi recitare nei loro film. Non che mi lamenti, ma non ho avuto scelta!" Ok, ma facciamo uno sforzo di immaginazione: se l'avessi avuta quella scelta? Se avessi potuto scegliere che lavoro fare? "non lo so, davvero. Tutto quello che riesco a pensare ha in qualche modo a che fare con l'arte. Anche se ti rispondessi il falegname, comunque dietro ci sarebbe un che di artistico, una ricerca… Forse prima o poi mi metterò anche io a scrivere, come i miei".
Evito di confidare a Percy che a me sarebbe sempre piaciuto fare l'edicolante, perché mi viene in mente che in Cast No Shadow, uno dei suoi primissimi film, Percy recita nel ruolo di un bambino con una vita decisamente difficile e un padre violent, interpretato proprio dal suo vero papà, il già citato Joel. Ora, non lo so, ma a me sembra una cosa difficiliss… " E stato facilissimo! È l'opposto di quello che è sempre stato il nostro rapporto. Mio padre è una persona dolcissima, per cui quello che abbiamo messo in scena era proprio un gioco: una finzione totale, ma fatta con estrema naturalezza". Perfetto, proprio quello che stavo per dire… Ma in fondo è vero: La naturalezza, l'istinto, mi sembrano essere la chiave del suo lavoro.
Ogni volta che compare sullo schermo, Percy sembra la persona guista al momento giusto. "I miei personaggi hanno sempre solo qualche piccolo grado di separazione da come sono nella realtà. Questa mi ha creato qualche insicurezza, perché non ho mai interpretato qualcuno totalmente diverso da me. Poi un mio amico mi ha spiegato come funziona. Ci sono due tipologie di attori: quelli che devono allontanarsi il più possibile dalla loro realtà e quelli che invece vengono scelti apposta per portare un po' di loro stessi nei personaggi che interpretano. Quello che faccio io è calarmi nella situazione che mi viene presentata. Da lì mi comporto e parlo come farei davvero se io fossi quel personaggio o se vivessi davvero in quella realtà. Penso sia per quello che do l'imperssione di essere naturale nel mio stile di recitazione: è perché alla fine sono io".
Forse è quello che si potrebbe chiamare un metodo, una di quela cose che hanno dentro solo i più grandi. "No, non mi permetterei mai. Per me il più grande di tutti è Philip Seymour Hoffman. Qualsiasi parte abbia fatto, anche la più piccola, ruba la scene a chiunque. Riguardare i suoi film è una sorpresa continua, poteva fare davvero di tutto".
Ma se invece tu potessi scegliere un genere cinematografico o un regista con cui lavorare? "In questo periodo sto collezionando tantissime vecchie VHS. Non so perché: mi piace la grana che hanno sul mio televisore e trovo interessante l'idea di avere un film in mano, un supporto fisico, tangibile, non disperso da qualche parte nel cloud. Sto guardando un sacco di vecchi horror degli anni 70 e 80 e mi piacerebbe fare qualcosa con Sam Raimi o John Carpenter. Qualcosa di pazzo, libero, creativo". John Carpenter! Vedi? Te l'avevo detto che siamo destinati a essere amici, Percy!
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holdingforgeneralhugs · 4 months
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Bitter Pill to Swallow
Chapter 24 (Chapter Masterlist)
Screencap from the ever lovely @tvserie-s-world it's been awhile but I hope this chapter makes up for the very long wait 💕
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There was something off about that Colonel Dobey. Dick had been watching him since he'd walked into HQ with Nix, and though he couldn't put his finger on what the issue was, he'd taken an immediate dislike to the man. There was just something about him that put Dick on edge. It didn't take too long for Dobey to prove his suspicions correct.
"So chaps," he started once they were in the jeep back to batallion, "I'm to have Easy Company along on this excursion? "
"Yes," Nix replied, placing a hand on Moose's shoulder, "Easy are one of the finest outfits in all the army, ain't that right Dick?"
"Sure are," he smiled, a little bubble of pride forming in his chest at the thought of Easy. He may not be their CO anymore but they would always be his company, and he'd always be happy to sing their praises.
"Aren't they the company with the lady Lieutenant?" Dobey continued, a curious glint in his eye that put Dick's nerves on edge. Surely he wasn't going to make an issue of a female Lieutenant after he had asked for their help on his rescue operation?
"Yes," Dick replied, a sharp edge to his voice, "Lieutenant Landry has been with Easy from the beginning and she's a model officer."
"Oh I'm sure she's quite the model officer alright," Dobey smirked as the jeep pulled to a stop,"I shall look forward to working closely with her then. Who knows, perhaps we'll become rather friendly after all this. Now how about we source a spot of tea and run through the intelligence for this operation Nixon?"
"Eh...sure," Nix agreed after a moment's hesitation, his gaze lingering on Dick as he waited to see if he'd respond, "Moose and I will go through it with you in my office. Dick here has a mountain of paperwork to do so he gets a free pass." Nix spared a final glance at Dick before leading the British Colonel away, Moose falling into step beside them.
Dick remained silent throughout this exchange, his temper continuing to rise in response to the Colonel's flippant comment. Clearly Dobey had a few ideas about Valerie and how he could...befriend her, but Dick would be damned if he'd let him have the chance.
"Moose, can I have a quick word," he called at the retreating party as he finally climbed from the jeep. Nix glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow but continued on his way without comment. Dick knew he'd ask Moose about it as soon as he had a free moment.
"What can I do for you Dick?" Moose asked, straight to the point. Dick appreciated that about him, that and his all-in style of leadership. Dick had often seen him out on patrols and doing nightly checks on the outposts since he'd taken over Easy, and it eased his worries somewhat to know that they were in good hands now.
"Keep Lieutenant Landry out of this operation yeah?" Dick instructed. Moose's brows rose in momentary surprise before furrowing in confusion.
"But Lieutenant Landry would be -"
"I know she would," Dick agreed with a sigh, "but she can sit this one out alright? There'll be other operations."
"Yes sir," Moose conceded after a terse moment. He looked like he wanted to question the order but ultimately thought better of it and followed after Nix and Dobey.
Dick watched him go with mixed emotions. Knowing Valerie she'd be the first to volunteer for the operation, and she'd have no fear in questioning why she wasn't permitted to go. Moose would of course tell her the reason, and he fully expected her to be banging his door down by the end of the day to give him an earful about it. He stood by his decision though. Dobey clearly had plenty of ulterior motives when it came to Valerie, and Dick could not in good conscience let her walk into something like that. He'd happily take a hundred of her angry tirades if it meant she was safe from Dobey's wandering hands.
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"Alright listen up," Moose called as he walked into the barn, "The Brits are staging a rescue operation across the river in three days, and they want Easy to run it. Welsh and Shames, you'll be on this one with me so pick out fifteen men and bring them to CP for briefing at 1700."
Valerie knew it was irrational and childish, but she couldn't help her frustration at being left out of the mission. She'd been with Easy longer than Shames and Harry both, yet somehow she always seemed to be overlooked. This would be a hugely important mission for Easy and it grated that she'd been excluded. She tried to get Moose's attention then, but he quickly averted his eyes and looked anywhere but her before walking out of the barn. Valerie narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously before following him out.
"Hey Moose, wait up," she called as she jogged to catch up with him. He came to a reluctant stop, sighing quietly before turning around to face her. "What's up Valerie?" He asked carefully.
"At the risk of insubordination," she started, "I was wonderin' why you passed me up for the rescue mission?"
"Well I..." he started, clearing his throat awkwardly before stumbling on, "I just..."
"If you think I'm not capable or somethin' then I....."
"Jesus no Valarie," he interrupted, shaking his head vehemently, "you're one of the most competent officers in this outfit."
"Then why did you pass me over?"
"You're not going to like it..." he sighed, defeated, "and if I tell you you have to promise to not get angry..."
"Moose," she deadpanned, "spit it out."
"Well y'see Dick he.....he told me to leave you out of it. I dunno why but..."
"He what?" She whispered, deadly calm. She clenched her fists so tight her nails dug into her palms hard enough to draw blood. The pure unadulterated rage was rising so quickly inside her it burned in her chest, and her body began to tremble with the effort of holding it all in.
"Now Valerie you promised you..."
"I promised no such thing," she quipped sharply, "now I'm sorry, but I have somethin' I need to do."
Without waiting for a response she marched purposefully towards the house where the batallion officers had set up shop. She drew immediate attention as she stormed into the house, but nobody made a move to stop her, too wary of drawing her obvious ire in their direction.
"I'm looking for Captain Winters," she said tersely to the first aide she came across, "can you point me in his direction?"
"Uh...in the attic ma'am. Only door on the top floor," the aide replied warily. She gave him a rigid nod in thanks before purposefully marching up the stairs, her heavy, stomping footsteps rattling the wooden frame. When she finally reached the top floor she rapped her knuckles on the door and barely waited for the 'come in' before entering the room and closing the door harshly behind her.
Dick stiffened as his eyes met hers, his fingers crumpling the edges of the report he was holding in his hand. "Valerie..." he started warily.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" She cut him off abruptly, "what goddamn right do you have to tell Moose to exclude me from that operation?"
"Valerie please..."
"I've been here since the goddamn beginning, and I've worked my goddamn ass off every goddamn day for this goddamn company and you," she spat furiously, pointing an accusatory finger at him, "have the goddamn gall to order Moose to cut me out of an important mission."
"Valerie if you'll just..."
"How dare you," she hissed, "I knew you were on some kinda newfound power trip but this just takes the..."
"Dammit Valerie I did it to protect you!" He snapped, slamming his palms on the desk with an audible smack, his chair banging off the wall as he stood up abruptly. Valerie was stunned into silence by the sudden outburst, and Dick's heaving breaths were the only sound to pierce the thick blanket of silence that had come between them.
His eyes softened when they met hers, and he pushed himself away from the desk with a sigh before coming to stand in front of her. "I knew you'd come storming in my door to chew me out the minute I made the call but I had to alright? Colonel Dobey was a little too interested in the 'Lady Lieutenant' from Easy and he heavily implied he wanted to get a bit more than friendly with you. And after what happened in London...I didn't want you to be in a position like that again so I made the call. I'm sorry I upset you and made you feel like you're being overlooked, but I won't apologise for trying to protect you from unnecessary discomfort or harm."
Valerie found that for once in her life she was unable to speak. Her heart was hammering a mile a minute in her chest and her throat was tight. This wonderful man, despite all the grief she had given him and all the spiteful comments she had thrown at him, had without hesitation done his best to keep her safe from harm. It was the most thought anyone besides Gene and his family had ever given her, and her heart felt like it was going to burst with the weight of it.
Before she could second guess herself, she flung her arms around his neck and burrowed her face in his shirt. She closed her eyes and exhaled shakily as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him. She turned her head slightly, her nose brushing gently against the edge of his collar, and she heard his breath hitch. "Thank you Dick," she whispered against his neck, and he gave an involuntary shudder, "Thanks for lookin' out for me."
"No need to thank me Val," he murmured, his thumb rubbing small, gentle circles on her spine, "just doing the right thing. I....I care about you too much to let someone take advantage of you."
Valerie could feel his heart thumping against his ribs, and her own started to beat in tandem with it. She knew they had been holding each other far too long for it to be considered normal, but she didn't want to be the one to break away first.
"I'm sorry for what I said the other day," she said quietly after a moment, "I didn't mean any of it. You know me by now, sometimes my mouth starts runnin' before my head catches up. I just...I guess it just took me by surprise and I worried that with your fancy new desk job...well I guess I worried I wouldn't see you no more because you wouldn't have the time."
It was a rare moment of vulnerability from Valerie, and she felt embarrassed that she'd perhaps been a bit too honest, that he'd read between the lines and see the feelings she was hiding. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped he wouldn't notice the blush rising rapidly on her cheeks, but alas he pulled back far enough so he could give her an earnest look.
"There's no deskjob they could put me on that would allow that to ever happen," he promised quietly, and Valerie felt the knot in her stomach tighten as though he'd grabbed it and tugged it sharply.
"Well I'm glad about that," she whispered.
They were far too close together, she realised, with her arms around his shoulders and his hands resting on her spine. It was all far too cozy, just the two of them in his tiny attic office, and her heart began to thump so hard and fast she was certain he'd feel it through her back. For the first time she noticed the subtle little flecks of darker green in his eyes. She was so intently focused on his eyes that she noticed when they briefly flickered down before coming back up to meet hers again. If she didn't know better she'd think he'd glanced at her lips, and they parted unconsciously at the thought.
"Val I..."
A loud bang from downstairs caused them to spring apart, their eyes widening. Valerie's cheeks felt like they were about to melt straight off, and Dick ran his fingers through his hair roughly.
"We'd better go check that out," Dick said hoarsely, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but at her.
"Uh yeah, we should," Valerie agreed, her voice pitching. She spun around and made to grab the door, Dick following behind her, but she stopped abruptly in her tracks as the door swung open and Nix appeared at the other side. Her sudden stop sent Dick crashing into the back of her, and he instinctively put his hands on her waist to steady both her and himself.
Nobody spoke for a beat. Nix's eyes flitted between them and a slow, amused grin lit up his face. "Well, if I knew I was interrupting something I'd have come back later."
"You're not," they said in unison, and Valerie cringed as Nix's grin widened.
"In fact I was just leaving," she continued, side stepping around Nix and out the door, "I'll see you both around." She walked down the stairs and out the door without a backwards glance, her heart stuttering unevenly in her chest. For a brief second she'd thought maybe he was going to...no. That was a completely ridiculous thought which she needed to forget all about.
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Dick watched her go down the stairs, pointedly ignoring Nix and his ridiculous, smug expression.
"Hell Dick, about time you made a move," Nix chuckled.
"Nothing happened," Dick insisted, the tips of his ears burning red hot.
"Sure, whatever you say," he teased, "but based on how flustered you both looked I think it's safe to assume something almost happened."
"Shut it Nix," Dick said tersely, rubbing the back of his neck and walking back towards his desk, "she just came to chew me out about leaving her out of the rescue mission. When I explained why I'd left her out she was actually grateful."
"Yeah, a regular knight in shining armour you are Dick Winters," he snorted, "never thought you'd let jealousy get the better of you."
"It was not jealousy," Dick huffed,"Dobey had less than professional interests in Valerie and I didn't want her to end up in an uncomfortable situation so I stepped in."
"Yeah I know," Nix agreed, "he did seem a little too interested in Val. Kept asking about her in the briefing too. Was a good call you made on that one."
Dick stayed silent for a beat, and Nix knew there was something else on his mind that he was debating telling him.
"Val she...." Dick started, scuffing his boot on the floorboard, "she apologised for what she said the other day..."
"Val's spent an awful lot of time apologising to you lately," Nix laughed, "she say why she lost it?"
"She..." Dick hesitated, "she said she was worried that she wouldn't see me anymore, that I wouldn't have the time now I've got a 'fancy batallion deskjob'. But I don't know, maybe I picked her up wrong. She's probably worried that Easy will.... "
"Christ Dick," Nix laughed incredulously, shaking his head, "the woman basically told you she has feelings for you and you're standing here trying to explain it away. She couldn't have made it more obvious if she'd slapped you with it."
"Nix we've been over this," Dick sighed, "I can't.."
"Yeah yeah yeah, duty and honour and commanding officer and all that crap, I know. But Dick, she clearly likes you so..."
"So nothing," Dick insisted, "I can't put her in that position. Its bad enough I almost..."
"Almost what?" Nix jumped in, raising an eyebrow, "You may as well spit it out Dick because I knew the minute that door opened and I saw your guilty looking face that something had happened."
"I...almost...well what I mean is I considered..." he stuttered before his shoulder sagged in defeat, "for a brief moment I thought about kissing her...but it was a stupid idea and I..."
"You're completely hopeless," Nix sighed, rolling his eyes fondly, "trust you to over complicate it. You like her and she likes you, it shouldn't be so difficult."
"Yeah, I know," Dick sighed in defeat, "but we've had this discussion before and I'm too tired and too busy to have it again, so just drop it alright?"
"Fine, fine," Nix conceded, holding his hands up, "but just think about it alright? Now why don't you hand over those reports you have due before the good Colonel gets a stroke. You know he loves his paperwork."
Dick was glad the subject had circled back to work matters, but he knew the warm feeling of Valerie in his arms would be haunting him long into the night.
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sorcharavenlock · 9 months
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22. My very own fairy godmothers.
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I am happily typing away when Loki calls my name.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
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"I am so bored!" Loki complains. "When is the last time we did something fun?"
"We watched 'Tangled' last night," I say, somehow having the feeling that is not what Loki meant.
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"No, I mean something outside of the house! Something different! How about we go dancing? "
"Like in a nightclub?" it has been years since I last went clubbing, since before Becca was born. "Loki, I don't know..."
"Oh come on? please? You, me, together on the dancefloor? It will be so much fun! Call the others too!"
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Loki has been cooped up inside for days since he can't leave unless I'm by his side. It doesn't seem fair to only do the things I want to do. Besides that, Loki's enthusiasm is infectious.
"Okay, fine, we'll go dancing tonight!"
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I pick up the phone and call Nea and Kitty. "Don't bother protesting," I tell them. "If I have to go, so do you. And please, come over this afternoon and help me sort out an outfit? I have nothing to wear!"
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Not long after the three of us dive into my wardrobe.
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I try on several outfits, but I find nothing that shouts "clubbing with Loki". I really want to impress him.
"Don't give up, I have an idea," Nea grins. "Leave it to me, I'll be right back!"
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Kitty and I wait together.
"This is a stupid idea anyway," I say softly. "It's not like Loki will ever think of me as more than just a friend."
"Don't say that," says Kitty. "You don't know how he feels. He might not be as shallow as you think. He just guards himself well. I think he's been hurt in the past."
Nea returns before I can reply, with a gorgeous green dress.
"This will impress him!" She grins.
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"Are you sure it isn't too much?" I worry. The dress isn't my style, not anymore. I haven't worn anything like this in years!
"You look great, Mum!" Becca comes home from school and is here to help too.
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Together, they do my hair and make-up, and Nea paints my fingernails.
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"Thank you so much!" I give Nea a big hug. "I'll see you tonight!"
I change back into my normal outfit and cook dinner. Afterwards, I go and change. I haven't been this nervous in years!
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Loki is waiting for me down the stairs.
"Oh my... you look... you look ravishing!" Loki compliments me.
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"No, I don't, it's just the make-up and the dress," I blush. "It's all a bit much, to be honest."
"I think it is just right," Loki smiles.
Loki himself is looking amazing in a black suit I have never seen before. I don't notice it at first, embarrassed as I am by his compliments, but once I finally look up, he takes my breath away.
"That suit, you look... stunning!" I gasp.
"what? This old suit? It is nothing special, nothing I haven't worn before..." It is Loki's turn to not meet my eyes. He's shuffling his feet a bit too.
"I think it looks amazing on you," I say honestly.
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"Thank you," Loki smiles as he takes my hands. For a moment, I get lost in his eyes. "You look amazing too, truly," he reassures me again.
"Well, let us meet the others at the club, shall we? I can't wait to have some fun on the dancefloor!"
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nokingsonlyfooles · 7 months
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Immigration and New Beginnings, Fuck Yeah!
CANADA SAYS YES! Yeah-yeah-yeah, I just gotta wait until they invite us in, and we hit the motherlode of points in November after being here two years.
Say hello to Zero Fisher, because of this li'l being right here -
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From an out-of-universe perspective, I'm not in love with this design, but in-universe, if they wanna look like an iPhone/GLaDOS, I support them! They built this themself with replicators and resources instead of scrounging whatever they could find, and I damn near cried at this episode!
I might spell it with an X to differentiate myself, we'll see. Don't fence me in. I will DEFINITELY take the gender-neutral designation on my ID. I am growing a goddamn spine on this. I am a weird little being who must wear a suit for all my interactions, lest I cause harm to my loved ones, but I wanna pick what it looks like and what you call it. And Canada will LET me!
Oooh, how shall I style myself for a new ID photo? I got time, I'll work on it... Do you think these new meds will let my hair grow back in for real? You know, not all *blows raspberry* and falling out if I pet it the wrong way? Should I get a wig...?
Middle name, I need a middle name. I've got an F initial, shall I take an M? Zero Millions Fisher? Xiro Multitude Fisher? Manifest? Milorose? I got time! This is great! Thank you, Canada! Now I have a little project to distract myself!
(Don't worry, honey, I'll always be "Wy" to you. It's an adjacent letter, it's all the tail end of the alphabet, it's fine!)
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