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Everyone needs an older sibling to call them on their shit by lightly bullying them <3
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theonemarvelousness · 2 years
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RSA Student Ideas (you can take just let me see)
so my rsa ideas are:
a madam mim character (student or teacher) that's a shapeshifter with wild lilac hair and crazy eyes - probably a freshie/sophomore and is endless trouble [could be friends with our resident rsa cat boy]
a prince eric boy from the Sunshine Lands, I think he might be a descendant of the mermaid princess. Black hair, green eyes. Probably in a sports club that involves water. Can talk to sea creatures really well. Probably an ACTUAL prince. Incredibly charming to sea creatures except cephlopods.
a prince phillip boy (our silver foil, because Silver = Aurora tyvm); brow hair, brown eyes, very alert, driven, decisive, and little critters steal his stuff ALL the time, so he ends up spending his free time parkouring to get his stuff back (they love his shoes, hat, and coat the most). Probably also an actual prince. Bonus: Actually Silver's older brother. Silver got sold to Lilia in exchange for his life as a baby. Either not-identical twins or he's a year older. Was born sickly, cured with fae magic.
a prince adam/beast-based character that's THEIR Gym teacher that's all about both the strength of the mind and body together to be the ULTIMATE SORCERER. "You need both brains and brawn for magic." Married. Wife runs a book store in the village! <3
an aladdin boy, dark hair, dark eyes, sneaky, smaller side--always has food on him without exception. Good at subjects that basically help him survive, from a poorer background but very talented in magic. Diamond in the rogue. Charming smile ;0
CINDERELLA boy BUT HE'S PROFESSOR TREIN'S STEPSON FROM HIS SECOND MARRIAGE and his mom's DEAD. HATES HIS STEP-DAD. Blames him for her untimely death (either sickness or a car crash). Very personable, perfect upper-classman. Junior. Cleanly and neat as can be. Good friends with Neige.
an arthur either teacher or maybe even janitor, sandy blond w/ dark eyes--skinny, rail-thin. If a teacher, probably history--if a janitor, literally the advice-giver of the school with fantastical stories of his time as Headmaster Ambrose's student.
So while Neige is Snow White based, obviously, but I wish we knew more about Neige, so clearly in my HC the Cinderlla-boy who I might just call Cinder??? I like Cinder--they're both sophomores. Same class. 10/10.
An alice boy, blond hair, blue-eyed, wears a headband or bandanna that's black. Usually daydreaming the day away. Not great grades, but hobbies include: reading, exploring, and getting lost. Loves gardening as a hobby and is excellent at tea parties.
A Tiana boy from the Port o' Bliss who's family runs a famous restaurant chain. He's EXTREMELY talented in cooking, singing, and has a can-do, work-hard attitude. He's not really worried about his romantic future but he very much motivated for his future. He loves his family very much, and misses his now-dead dad but aspires to the most famous chef in the Port like him. A good meal solves most problems, and if that didn't solve it then you have to figure something else out.
A Charlotte boy from the Port o' Bliss that is the Tiana boy's BEST FRIEND EVER. They're childhood friends and they're always hanging out. Charlotte-boy here isn't the best at cooking, but he loves helping his bestie in any way he can. Very good at chopping vegetables. Amazing taste-buds, can critique food well. He's pretty smart, but his dream is to inherit the family business, find the prettiest bride, and have a BUNCH O' BABIES. MAN BUN!
Judge Frollo is probably a member of the Board of Education in this world and the WORST.
An Icabod Crane teacher that's super scatter brained but has such a large knowledge of plants, animals, and potions that once you get him focused. Scares easy.
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bangtanarmynet · 5 years
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Masterlist #BAFicExchange19
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Here you can find all the stories written and content made by our lovely members that participated in our Writer + Content Creator Fic Exchange ‘19. Enjoy reading!
Your Galaxy-Team!
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CITRUS  written by @littlemeowmeowschimmy | Moodboard by @euphoriajjkook 
→ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin | Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 1.4k  → Does an orange cure summers heat? 
MARSHMALLOW  written by @writingsofmyimagination | Gifset by @painfulbutsweet
→ Pairing: Jimin x Reader | Genre: Smut | Wordcount: 4.6k  → When Jungkook told you that one of his friends wanted to apply for the team leader role opposite you, you were hesitant. Jungkook as amazing at dance he was and as brilliant as he was with the young teens at the camp he was still a bit of a cocky shit and the thought of having ‘one of his friends’ working with him seemed like the ingredients of a chaotic concoction you’d rather not willingly drink. All those doubts however, disappeared within minutes of Jimin of walking into the hall.
STUBBORN LOVE written by @jhspetitegf | Gifset by @softjeon
→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Genre: angst, smut | Wordcount: 10k → Love is not a choice, this much you knew. For a girl like you, neither was marriage. Married off to a prince, you had the life most girls would dream of. But your dream didn’t end with prince charming. Yours ended with your loyal bodyguard that you could never have.
WHAT A CLICHÉ   written by @jinniesbby | Moodboard by @today-we-will-survive​
→ Pairing: Seokjin x OC | Genre: Enemies turned Lovers trope & AUs  | Wordcount: 5.2K  → When people hear the phrase, “Well that’s a first…” it’s usually because something shocking or amazing has occurred. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for one Park Sumin. Going from working in an office to visiting the local carnival, she had some rather interesting first experiences. Ranging from trying out some carnival food to questioning her engagement to Lee Seonghwa (AOMG’s Gray), never in her life did she think that she would run into someone her brain had blocked out for years. Can you say a fun filled summer that not only would change her life but his as well.
COLOR ME written by @guktwt | Gifset by @softjeon
→ Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook| Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 8.8k → “You’re doing it again, ‘Gguk,” Jimin casually points out as he takes a swig of his beer. Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at the older male, unable to comprehend what he’s talking about. When Jimin sees the look Jeongguk has on his face, he lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’re doing it again. You’ve been eye-fucking Taehyung for the past hour and you don’t even know you’re doing it.”
CHANGE YOUR TICKET  written by @moononthejoon | Gifset by @painfulbutsweet
→ Pairing: Jimin x Reader| Genre: Fluff, Smut | Wordcount: 6,7k  → after a year of living away from home, you have to get used to your parents’ rules again.
SUMMERS HEAT written by @littlemeowmeowschimmy | Moodboard by @euphoriajjkook
→ Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin | Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 1,3k  → you with that sun-kissed body and v line, water dripping on your body, you think I will kiss you now
NO FACE written by @seokoloqy | Gifset by @softjeon
→ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Genre: angst, smut | Wordcount: 11k  → You hesitantly lift your bloodied palm, blood freely flowing down your wrists and dripping off your elbow, tainting the pure white snow below. There’s no going back if you choose to press your hand against this tree and tie whatever entity is trapped in it to you, but you won’t let that fear hold you back from saving your brother.
SHADE ME PASTEL written by @apotatomashedbybts | Moodboards by @jitaekook2
→ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin; Taehyung x Jungkook; Namjoon x Seokjin | Genre: fluff, angst →  The flashing of the endless flames of fire engulfing every existing thing. Dark smoke covering every possible inch of the space. A distant cry for help. A small figure coming in and out of sight– reaching out it’s hands, small red hands– eyes pleading for help, hands choking him to death.
DE PLUVIA SONO written by @jitaekook2 | Gifs / Video edit / Playlist by @k-ths
→ Pairing: Jimin x OC, Jimin x Jungkook | Genre: Angst | Wordcount: 5,3k → Just as much as Jimin knew it’d be easy, oh so easy, something deep inside him still burned hot, craving that once familiar feeling, his body longing for the warmth of that embrace, the comfort of soft words, still remembering the love he had felt, that deep down still felt, for those eyes, precious gems that held the whole galaxy in them.Jimin didn’t know how, his body and heart refusing to obey him, ignoring the screams of his mind, turn away, was its desperate cry, but the boy found himself so close to the figure that he could take in small details, small things that were part of that new Jungkook before him, a stranger his deepest self craved to know. Haneul had taught Jimin that life didn't always mean pain. Jungkook had showed him how easy it was to love.But things change and Haneul's death had left Jimin lost.
ALL THAT SHIMMERS written by @flora-jimin | Gif-Set by @softjeon
→ Pairing: Jimin x Yoongi | Genre: Fluff | Wordcount: 1,9k → Jimin is just an introverted man with a rather…boring and mundane life. It’s fine for the most part, but he wishes something, anything would happen to bring him a little excitement and adventure…And then he finds a dragon hybrid in an alleyway
FADING LIGHTS written by @personawife | Header by @aishjimin
→ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin | Genre: fluff, angst | Wordcount: 7,1k → “Why don’t you go outside, sweetheart? You’ve been stuck in the house all day, some sunshine will do you some good. You might even make a new friend! I think a new family moved in down the street. Maybe you could go take your bike up and say hi!”Crossing his arms, Yoongi pressed himself further into the couch, small pout on his lips. He shook his head, a whine coming from the back of his throat.
H.A.T.E.U. written by @joonary | Moodboard by @jitaekook2
→ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader | Genre: fluff, light angst | Wordcount: 4,5k → for the record, you’re only opposed to the idea of your friends throwing a high school reunion-get-together-dinner-party-thing because it’s a stupid idea. it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your ex-boyfriend and first love is most definitely going to be in attendance. nope, not at all.
MERCURY written by @namjoonchronicles | Moodboard by @jinniesbby
→ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader | Genre: fluff | Wordcount: 3,6k → after being diagnosed at 11 years old, namjoon tattles through life with a dull outlook. and then he fell in love. and it didn’t stopped there. can his mercury-ruled horoscope uphold the desire to start a typical family from an atypical point-of-view? can his neurotypical wife guide him through?
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PS. If you find your fic/content missing on this list and you have been a creator for this challenge, then we most likely couldn’t find it under the tag #Baficexchange. No worries though, you can still message us and we will add your story to the masterlist asap.
- Your Galaxy Team
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gamearamamegathons · 5 years
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Dragon Quest VI: Dark Reflections
Circe here! When we left off, we were about to explore some kind of dream-seeing cave. The dungeon itself is pretty standard for most of it, but when we get down deeper, it transitions to a rather pretty stalactite cave area. Down here, we find a demon guarding some sort of nectar. This boss's main trick is casting Upper on itself a whole bunch to boost its defense. I'm able to reverse the effect with Sap, but it ends up draining most of my MP, leading to a rather perilous trek back to the surface. Eventually, though, we make it out with the nectar, and take it back to Granmaz. She says that the nectar is "dream-seeing drops", which she uses to make us visible in this world. So that's pretty convenient. That done, Muriel joins the party proper. She's a spellcaster with a weak physical attack, but a good mix of defensive and offensive spells.
Of course, now that we're visible, the natural thing is to go back and clear that woman's name. But, apparently, while we've been busy, she's already left town with a traveling merchant. So...uh...sure, okay. I guess that sort of amounted to nothing. I dunno, maybe she'll turn up later or something. In any case, now we can take a ship to Reidock, and see what that's all about. This version of Reidock looks similar, but not quite identical, to the one we left. Chatting up the locals informs us that the king and queen here are in a coma from some sort of mysterious sickness, and the prince left a year ago to seek a cure, but never returned. Also the prince looks a lot like me and has the same name as me. Huh. Very conveniently, I can buy some fancy clothes at the armor shop, to effectively impersonate the missing prince. This lets us get into the castle, and we can poke around and learn more about the situation here. Apparently the queen is mumbling about a mirror in her sleep, so that's a convenient hint. Unfortunately, the prime minister guy who has been running things in the meantime is suspicious of me, and asks if I know the name of my sister, who apparently passed away due to illness when she was very young. Of course, I guess the name of my actual sister, buuuut it turns out that's not actually the right answer. Oops. So we get kicked out.
Oh well. Time to go find the Mirror of Ra. Some searching leads us to a very important looking tower, but the front door is locked. So that's no good. My next lead is a nearby town called Amoru, which has a waterfall with healing waters, apparently. There's a cave by Amoru, but it's caved in and can't be properly accessed. The townspeople talk a lot about these two thieves who tried to explore the cave a long time ago before it collapsed, and one of them ended up getting killed, while the other, a woman named Gina, stayed here in Amoru. Gina is an old lady now, living in the church, and apparently suffering from constant nightmares. Since the local inn is full, the church lets us sleep in her room, and that night...we enter Gina's nightmare.
When we get out of bed, things seem different. It's subtle at first, but when we go outside, the waterfall suddenly starts to run red with blood. Clearly it's time to investigate the cave, where the mouth of the river is located. Inside, we find a younger version of Gina washing her hands in the river, from which an endless stream of blood runs through the water. When we speak to her, she says that she killed her partner, and she can't wash his blood from her hands. Since we appear to have gone back in time, the cave is open, so I guess it's time to descend and find out what has happened. This dungeon has a gimmick where you can step onto logs floating in the water and they will float downward to fixed locations. This makes it a bit harder to navigate, but eventually I manage to get the hang of it and reach the bottom of the dungeon. There we see that Gina's partner Iria is not, in fact, dead, only injured, and still fighting a powerful monster. In line with Gina's account, this boss can cast confusion on party members and cause them to attack each other. Despite that difficulty, I manage to kill the creature, and return to the surface. Iria manages to meet up with Gina again, and she finds out that he's not dead after all. We learn that she took the mirror key from his body before fleeing, and so they head off to explore the tower. For us, though, it's time to wake up again.
We go back to bed, and when we wake up, older Gina is there again. Then, an old Iria walks through the door, explaining that a dream led him to look for Gina here, so that he can tell her that he didn't die in the dungeon. The two are happy to be reunited, and Gina suspects that somehow we had something to do with this. She gives us the mirror key, since she doesn't need to hold onto it in memory of Iria anymore. So, in a way, the dream led us to the mirror key after all.
It feels like something of a bittersweet ending to this story. But it already happened, after all; we could only change the present, and that's good enough. Now it's time to move on.
The mirror tower is a bit of an odd dungeon. It starts off in a big room with a reflective mirror wall. At first I get sort of lost trying to figure out where to go, but eventually I figure out that one panel of the wall is a fake reflection, and our mirror images are actually zombies, which turns into a miniboss fight. These zombies are poisonous and pretty strong, and they kick my ass the first time around. The second time I go with more aggressive debuffing, which has worked pretty consistently in these games. Continuing up the tower, it actually splits into two separate towers. One side is locked, so we travel up the other. Along the way we meet another invisible person, a woman named Barbara. She's just happy someone sees her; she came here because she'd hoped the Mirror of Ra would fix her. For now, she follows along behind the party. At the top of the tower, we find four beams holding up a floating structure that we can't reach. On this half, we can deactivate two beams, and open a door to the next tower. So back down the tower we go, then up the other tower. The random encounters are starting to get pretty tough here, including the Demon Mirror monster, which can transform into copies of party members. Kind of a neat gimmick, even if we have seen it before in previous games.
Once all four beams are broken, the structure falls down to the ground between the two towers. You'd think this would reduce it to rubble, but don't worry, it's fine. Inside the structure, we finally find the Mirror of Ra. It doesn't turn Barbara back to normal, but luckily we can just use the dream-seeing drops to turn her visible. She asks, understandably so, why we didn't just do that right away. Nobody answers her, which is a shame, because I have no idea. Anyway, she joins the party next, bringing us to a party of four. Now, at last, it's time to bring back the Mirror of Ra. Supposedly we could help the king and queen of this world's Reidock, but the guards seem kind of mad that we impersonated the prince. So, uh, we may have to go back to our world.
Along the way, I have discovered a few things of note. For one, I have a bag where I can finally offload items I don’t need in my characters’ inventories. I also found that there is an option where I can see all my characters’ HP and MP, but apparently there’s a bug in the translation patch that causes it to softlock the game. Oops. As far as the translation goes, I did some looking into it, and it looks like the whole game should be playable from start to finish. So that’s a relief. This should be the last game where we have to rely on iffy fan translation patches, fortunately.
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fantasy au shit
ok so to celebrate 1000 followers im posting more of this fantasy au shit i posted the first part at like 400 followers so if you haven’t read it part one here
Consciousness dawned sluggishly, resting on Phoenix like a thin blanket. As he peacefully grew more and more aware, he could hear a faint voice quietly chanting over him. Another few seconds, and he could understand the words.
“Revera, revera…” A woman’s voice intoned, using a spell Phoenix recognized to slowly revive him.
Unfortunately, the world was not so patient. “Hey! Spikey-guy! Wake up!” Another voice screamed into his ear.
Phoenix jerked awake. He nearly bumped heads with the person who had screamed. She was a teenager, no more than seventeen, with black hair bundled into a little topknot.
“Maya, stop that.” Mia chided from nearby. The baker looked to pinpoint where the woman was, in the process recognizing the inside of his own house.
How did I get here? How did they get here?
The leader, the one who had been chanting, leaned down to look over him. “How are you, Phoenix?”
“I… I'm not alright!” The baker could still feel a burn in his chest, ruling out the possibility of the events before being a dream. He didn't dare to look at the heart shaped mark the pendant left. It would surely scar.
“Dollie hurt me! Why would she do that?” Phoenix searched for answers in the leader’s face. “ Wh-Why would she hurt me?”
He could feel treacherous tears welling up, and turned away before the others could see them fall.
The leader sighed heavily. “...It isn't your fault. If anything, it's ours. Dahlia Hawthorne is an estranged member of the Fey clan. Throughout the years, there have been many of us who have used their powers for nefarious purposes. Dahlia was one of those, and after much deliberation the clan agreed to take her powers away. Her magic was stored in the bottle of that necklace,” she gestured at Phoenix’s burn.
“Dahlia would only ever be able to have her powers return if the necklace was given to her voluntarily by someone not in the family.” The woman met Phoenix’s eyes. “...I guess she talked you into doing that?”
The baker nodded miserably. That does make this my fault.
“Um, Mystic Misty?” A quiet voice piped up “I brought the object that you wanted…” The speaker was a tiny, seven year old girl with mousy brown hair twisted into strange loops. She held a candlestick.
“Thank you, Pearly.” The leader, Misty, took the candle from her, and little girl retreated.  “Phoenix, do you mind giving us some light?”
“What?” Phoenix pushed away his tears. “Oh. R-Right.” He touched the candle and closed his eyes. He frowned.
The flicker of fire on his fingertips that had come to him so easily throughout his life was nowhere to be found. No matter how hard he strained, he couldn’t produce any fire. “I can't!”
“I was afraid of this.” This time, it was Mia who spoke. “You're cursed.”
“C-Cursed?”
“Dahlia couldn't take revenge on those who took her powers away from her, so she did the next best thing she could; she stole away your magic powers. Do you remember her casting any spells like that?”
I can't use magic, I can't use magic… The loud, destabilizing mantra rang around in Phoenix’s head, making it hard to think.
“Of course not.” The baker chuckled in disbelief. “There has to be some mistake! She can't take away my powers! That's dark magic!”
“Dahlia’s not the person that you thought she was, I'm afraid,” Misty said grimly.
Everything slowed. He could feel the blood rushing through his ears, the thoughts swirling in his head. What am I supposed to do without magic? It's all I've had. It's everything I've worked for! What about my family line? What about my business? I’ve never had to bake without magic! If I can't bake… if I'm not a mage, what am I?
“I have to have magic! I’ve just got to!”
Mia’s surprisingly sympathetic voice cut through his panicky haze. “Phoenix. Think back. Try to remember what she said to you. Did she say there a way to reverse this?”
The ex-mage took a deep breath. He tried to focus. “Uh. She did say something… b-but I don't remember what! Oh Dollieeee!” This time, the tears did spill over, flooding down his cheeks.
Mia’s sigh sounded suspiciously close to “of course.”
“We’ll have to figure it out together. You're our responsibility now,” Misty said.
“What?” Maya squawked. She fell off the foot of Phoenix’s bed with a loud thud, startling Phoenix. He'd forgotten the girl was there.
Pearl directed an inquisitive look at Misty, gnawing on her thumbnail.
Phoenix sniffled pathetically. “Really?”
“Really?” Mia said flatly.
Misty nodded. “I'm sorry, Phoenix. Dahlia has already been on our radar for years. If we had been more careful, this could have all been prevented. This is a Fey matter. You never should have gotten caught up in it at all.”
The ex-mage gaped, wiping his runny nose on the hem of his sleeve.
“We’re honor bound to help you get your powers back.” Misty bowed.
Mia groaned quietly.
“This is going to take forever!” Maya hopped up from the floor. “No offense,” she added, glancing at Phoenix.
Just because you say that, doesn't mean that the hurt goes away...
Pearl didn't say anything at all. She stared at Phoenix as if his soul was laid bare before her. It was kind of unnerving, really.
The leader huffed. “It won't take that long. We keep the most of our powerful magical artifacts stored in the castle. Odds are one of them will have a solution to your little dilemma.”
“In the…” Phoenix blinked and wiped away the last of his tears. “Wait, does that mean…”
Misty grinned cheekily at him, “Ever been inside the King’s castle?”
The Kingdom did not have the most fanciful of castles. Quite the opposite. Very much like the King himself, the castle was square, robust, and practical. That was where the similarities ended. The castle was otherwise unremarkable. Gregory Edgeworth, by contrast, was remarkable among rulers: known throughout the realm as a just leader who cared about his subjects.
Despite Phoenix living only half a day’s travel away from the castle and having seen the King on public occasions, it had never been in an individual setting. It was fair to say that Phoenix was a tiny bit nervous.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods…! What do I say to him? What do I do? I've got to bow, right? But how low? What are the Feys going to do? Maybe I can do what they do?
“Hold,” Misty called, putting her hand up. The Feys stopped. Phoenix bumped into Pearl.
In front of the leader was a stony lamp post. It held no light and seemed to serve no purpose. The only out-of-the-ordinary thing about it was a swirling mark with a star on it etched in the stone at about chest height. A rune.
Misty traced the spiraled rune with a finger. Sparks flew up in the wake of her fingertip. There was a grinding sound and all of a sudden, the drawbridge of the castle was down.
Misty turned and met eyes with Phoenix, grinning. “I always love that part.”
The Feys turned and started to cross the drawbridge as if nothing unusual had happened at all. Mouth hanging open, Phoenix looked at the castle with new respect. Clearly there was more than met the eye.
Briefly, he tried to run his finger over the rune in a vain hope, but nothing happened. Phoenix hurried to catch up with the others on the bridge.
By the time he had drawn even with the Feys, the King had already arrived. Gregory’s countenance brightened upon seeing the company. He strode over to them, stopping just short of the eldest Fey.
“Misty,” he greeted with a genuine smile, unlike any Phoenix had ever seen. “It's been far too long.”
“I agree,” Misty hummed, eyes alight with amusement.
The two stood looking at one another for another moment before Misty broke and launched herself at the King in a hug, laughing.
“I missed you, you cretin.” Misty pecked Gregory’s cheek quickly.
Phoenix's jaw dropped. Did she just call the King a cretin? And kissed him? Does she want to get herself killed?
To his endless astonishment, King Gregory didn't even slightly mad. If anything, the man was flustered.
“...I’m glad to see you too.” The King managed at last. “You didn’t write. How long do you think you'll be staying?”
“Probably not very long, unfortunately. We’re here because we have a little situation to fix.” Misty glanced over at Phoenix.
One of Phoenix’s hands entangled itself in the hair on the nape of his neck as the King’s full attention turned to him. Gregory seemed just as uncomfortable as he did at having been seen in a moment of unprofessionalism.
“Ah. Of course,” the King cleared his throat. “I wish you luck with your… situation.”
“Thanks, Your Majesty,” Phoenix grinned sheepishly. I can’t believe I’m talking to the King of the whole realm! “I really appreciat-”
“That reminds me,” Clearly Mia didn’t realize what a big moment this was for him. “We should get started. The sooner we fix this mess, the sooner we can catch Dahlia.”
“Dahlia?” King Gregory’s tone was one of worried surprise.
“I’ll explain it all later,” Misty promised.
“Sis’ got a good point! Let’s go use Nick as a spell-dummy!” Maya grabbed Phoenix by the arm and started to tug him across the courtyard.
Spell-dummy? “Wait, no!”
“We’re not going to do it like that, Maya.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Nice to see you again, Sir King Gregory!” Pearl chirped.
The King smiled gently, kneeling down to her height. “It’s very nice to see you as well, Pearly. I’ll dispatch a messenger to tell you three when dinner is ready.”
“Thank you!” The little girl turned and skipped after the playfully quibbling sisters and the protesting Phoenix.
The afternoon went by quicker than Phoenix could imagine. At first, he couldn’t help but be stunned by the castle’s immense collection of magical objects. But eventually, even the most legendary of artifacts seemed to blur together as Mia, Maya, and Pearl all took turns harnessing the power of ancient potions, rings, goblets, hourglasses, statuettes, scepters, mirrors, and tomes in an attempt to cure him. More than once Mia had to reverse a carelessly cast spell (usually one of Maya’s) to ensure that something didn’t go horribly wrong. 
”Hey, this one says it can turn anything into ash!” Maya held up a crystal skull with far too much eagerness. Phoenix’s stomach turned.
Pearls bit her thumb, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” She already had her hands full healing a welt on Phoenix’s arm from another one of Maya’s “good ideas.”
“He’s called Phoenix,” Maya shrugged. “I dunno, maybe he has to be turned into ash for the rebirth of his magic powers or whatever.”
“No.” Mia vetoed, not bothering to look up from her tome.
Thank you.
Grumbling, Maya turned away, making as if to put the skull away. But at the last minute she whirled around and cast a nasty-looking spell straight at Phoenix. The baker shoved Pearls out of the way, then jumped hard right to dodge it. Behind him, where the spell hit, a shelf of important looking magical texts started turning to ash before their eyes.
“Look. Are you sure there even is a cure?” Phoenix said, panting and doubled over his knees.
“Of course. Any magic that’s done...” Mia strode forward and, with the wave of her hand, returned the texts to their original form. She gave Maya a meaningful glance. “Must also be able to be undone.”
But after another few hours upon hours of spell upon spell with no results, all four of them were beginning to get tired and discouraged.
“I knew Dahlia was a feared mage, but I had no idea how powerful her dark magic was,” Mia muttered to herself.
Evening fell outside the castle windows and the group had to abandon their task halfway through for dinner. As they made their way down a winding staircase, Phoenix felt a tiny hand touch his back.
“Don’t worry, Sir Nick,” Pearl said. Although Maya’s nickname for him had taken off, the girl felt a need to add a level of respect to it. “I’m sure we’ll find out how to fix you!”
“Thanks, Pearls,” Phoenix muttered, feeling vaguely humiliated that he had to be reassured by a seven-year-old.
The four emerged into the large arched dining hall. There was one very long banquet table with only a few seats. On the table Phoenix was shocked to see that there wasn't much food.
Really, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. Probably plates filled with more mouth-watering meats than a butcher’s shop, delicate little sugary cakes and pies, and exotic spices that cost more than his entire home. For a castle, this banquet was shockingly ordinary.
Maya noticed his confusion. “The King said something about not wanting to live a life of plenty while some peasants live out there with so little. Y’know.”
“It's about class in-ee-qual-itty,” Pearls bit her thumbnail.
King Gregory himself was at the head of the table, an empty chair on his right and Misty on his left. The others Feys started to file into their seats. Phoenix followed suit, and found himself sandwiched between Maya and Pearl, sitting across from a strange man that he didn’t know.
“Oh, there you are! Any results?” Misty called out to them.
“Nothing’s working yet,” Mia said, sounding as dismayed as Phoenix looked.
Gregory frowned in sympathy, “I’m sure there’s a cure somewhere in there.”
“We’ve collected hundreds of magical artifacts over the years,” Misty chimed in.
“Yeah, and we’ve blown through half of them in one afternoon!” Maya said, sneaking a bite before she was supposed to.
“That still means there’s half of them to go!” Pearl chirped, far more optimistically.
I hope you’re right, Pearls.
Silence fell over the table as they waited for the last member to join them, and fill in the empty seat so they could begin the meal. Maya smuggled a few more furtive bites before Mia nudged her.
“He’s late,” the strange man across from Phoenix barked, breaking the silence.
“I’m sure the Prince is busy attending to his duties.” King Gregory said.
Before the man had a chance to respond with something nasty, the King continued. “Phoenix, I suppose you haven’t met. This is Manfred von Karma, the my advisor and second-in-command.”
Phoenix studied the Royal Advisor. He was an older man in a jeweled robe with long white hair. His face was etched in a permanent scowl.
“...Nice to meet you,” Phoenix lied.
Manfred’s eyes narrowed at him. “Who are you? Why are you here?”
“Uh, I—”
“I’m sorry I’m late.” A younger man swept into the room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. He wore a red tunic with interwoven with an elaborate gold design. He bore an air of regality, and his prematurely gray hair just added to his distinguished aura. Phoenix knew immediately that this must be the Crown Prince.
“I was reading,” Prince Miles said. He took his place on his father’s right. He met Phoenix’s eyes and smiled at him.
“Reading what?” King Gregory sounded excited. Everyone at the table started to eat.
“Hmph! You let this boy get away with far too much, Your Majesty.”
Prince Miles’ attention swiveled. “Sir Manfred,” he greeted diplomatically. “If you're dining with us tonight, that must mean you have some news.”
“Fantastic. Just what I want to talk about at the dinner table. Politics,” Misty groused.
The King squeezed her hand and smiled apologetically. “It won't take long, dear.”
Manfred cleared his throat, rather self-importantly, Phoenix thought. “Yes. I come bearing news from the south-east.” He leaned forward, as if he was sharing a secret. “Your Majesty, there was another attack. They suspect the cause was rooted in magical extremism.”
Mia snorted with derision.
“Those damned mages have been at it for weeks! I recommend military action, Your Majesty. They must be stopped before they wipe the rest of us out!” Phoenix jumped as Manfred slammed his fist on the table to illustrate his point.
King Gregory looked uncomfortable. “My guards are stretched too thin right now to even consider military action. And, please, Manfred, I ask that you keep present company in mind when you talk about issues of magic.”
The mood at the table had shifted. Pearls and Maya picked at her food, keeping their heads ducked down. Mia was openly disgusted, and though Misty seemed more composed, her eyes were blazing.
“Of course. I apologize for my insensitivity.” He seemed more satisfied than sorry. “I am merely saying that there are some dangerous people out there. We need to take action soon so we don't find ourselves regretting inaction later.”
“Have you possibly considered,” Mia cut in, voice dripping with irritation, “that vilifying an entire group for the actions of a few is not only baseless fear-mongering, but also completely counterproductive and stupid.”
“...I have a headstrong daughter as well,” Manfred said in a deceitfully calm voice. He turned to look at Misty. “The difference is that I taught her respect.”
“Learn some yourself,” Mia snapped. “Excuse me.” She stood from the table and stormed off.
Wow.
Misty took a sip of her wine, but Phoenix swore he saw her grinning behind her goblet.
Not to be outdone, Manfred stood up and strode out of the room.
Those that remained at the table were silent for an unbearably lengthy moment.
Maya sprang up and hastily began stuffing rolls into her hood. “Well, looks like dinner’s over! Let’s go, Pearly!” She grabbed her cousin’s hand and practically sprinted from the room.
King Gregory blinked. The poor man had been caught in the middle of cutting his steak and been stuck that way for some time. “I suppose she's right. It does appear that dinner is over.” He set down his utensils, suddenly looking very old and tired. “I'm inclined to agree with her. Magic has been a huge asset to this kingdom, and making broad generalizations rarely does anyone any good. ...But that’s a discussion for another time. I’m going to retire for the evening. Good night, everyone.”
Misty followed him out, leaving Phoenix all alone with Prince Miles.
I wonder what he thinks of all this.
Phoenix studied the Prince’s face, but it was unreadable.
“...You must be Phoenix Wright.”
“That’s Wright,” Phoenix said immediately. He mentally kicked himself right after the words left his mouth. Stars, Phoenix! He’s a prince! You can’t just say stupid things like that to a prince!
Prince Miles frowned, “That was bad.”
Phoenix laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, desperately trying to alleviate his own idiocy. “Good thing I’m not a court jester, huh?”
“I don’t think you’d last very long in the profession.” He smiled and gave Phoenix a short bow. “My name is Miles Edgeworth. I’m prince of the realm.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Your Highness!” Phoenix stumbled over himself to bow in return. Prince Miles steadied him.
“There’s no need for that. Call me Miles. You’re our guest here. Ah, speaking of that...” The Prince trailed off, looking awkward. “You’ve come at a bit of a bad time. The Feys already occupy most of our guest rooms, and our last remaining one is under renovation. You’re to room with me. I’m hoping that’s not an issue...”
“Y-You would just let me—”
Prince Miles looked away, “It’s not ideal, but it isn’t completely unheard of. Mystic Misty and my father frequently share a chamber in order to leave other rooms free.”
Phoenix nodded quickly. “It’s not an issue for me.”
Silence lingered for a beat. The Prince’s gaze lingered on Phoenix’s face, expression still inscrutable. Finally, he seemed to realize that it was his turn to say something.
“Ah! But I’m being a poor host.“ Prince Miles coughed into his fist. “Would you like to see the royal gardens?“
Me, in the royal gardens?
“I’d love to!“
“Fantastic. I’ll show you the way then.” Prince Miles pushed open a door that lead outside, leaving Phoenix to follow.
Outside, evening had fallen and the stars shone bright overhead. Everything was quiet as the two walked through the castle's’ garden. Waist-high, neatly-trimmed hedges lined the path, interspersed with brightly colored flowerbeds. Magnificent trees with purple leaves looked on in the background.
Prince Miles kept walking, but Phoenix lagged behind, trying to take it all in.
“These gardens are gorgeous!”
“Thank you.”
“...Is dinner always that crazy?”
“Not typically. When Manfred is over, though...” The Prince paused, waiting for him to catch up.
Phoenix snorted. “He seems like a real piece of work.”
“He can be harsh, but he’s a brilliant man. That’s why Father keeps him around,” Prince Miles crossed his arms defensively. “He’s taught me a lot.”
“Sorry.” Phoenix wasn’t, really, but he didn’t need to go out of his way to insult the Prince’s tutor. Maybe there was more to the old coot than he knew.
Prince Miles unfolded his arms and looked curiously at Phoenix for a long moment. “Not that it’s any of my business, but what exactly is it that you do for a living?”
I can’t say I’m a mage. Not anymore.
“Oh, um, I’m just a baker.”
“I have to wonder,” The Prince said, glancing sidelong at Phoenix. They walked by a golden statue of a hooded woman bearing a seven pronged sword. “We’re not hiring at the moment. What’s a baker doing here at the castle?”
That’s really not something I want to get into.
“Sorry, but that’s on a knead-to-dough basis.”
Prince Miles groaned. There was a long pause, then, tentatively, the prince ventured, “That was a… crumby joke.”
Coming from the always-serious Prince, the pun surprised Phoenix. He burst into laughter. Prince Miles laughed too, albeit much quieter. He quickly coughed to try and cover it up. Phoenix wished he wouldn’t. His laugh was probably the best thing Phoenix had ever heard.
They fell silent as they reached the end of small garden, basking in the glow of the other’s presence. Phoenix followed as the Prince started to climb a grand, double-sided staircase.
“Miles, what were you reading earlier?” Phoenix asked.
“I’m sorry?”
“The book that made you late to dinner. Must’ve been interesting. What was it?” Phoenix rambled, “Y’know, maybe I’ve read it or something.”
“You’re literate?”
“Hey, you don’t need to sound so surprised!”
Prince Miles huffed, flustered. “Well, it’s not as if most people are.”
“Yeah, well, I need to be. How else would I know how to...” learn new spells and read tomes. “read recipes,” Phoenix finished rather lamely.
“Of course.” The Prince sighed, “If you must know, it was about government. The delicacies of running a country.”
“It must be a lot of pressure.” Phoenix frowned sympathetically. Just thinking about all those people relying on you... And he’s my age!
He shook his head in wonderment. “Candidly, I don’t know how my father handles it.”
“Sounds like you really admire him.”
“My father is a great leader. I have a lot to learn from him.” A light had sparked in the Prince’s already stunning gray eyes.
Phoenix smiled warmly at him. “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll do a great job.”
You seem like a good man. Just like your father.
Prince Miles’ cheeks turned pink. He muttered a “thank you” before hastily turning back towards the castle doors.
“W-We should head back inside. It’s getting late.”
Before following him, the baker turned to look back at the other wing of the castle. In the moonlight Phoenix could see Misty and King Gregory standing close together up on the balcony of the castle’s main tower. They looked happy.
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SUPERGIRL SPECULATIONS MADE AFTER EPISODE 3X06 AIRED
Keeping up with the speculations about Mon-El / Karamel / the Legion of Superheroes was a reasonable task until 3x06, but once the first promo for 3x07 was released, the fandom exploded and it is being difficult to keep up with all the storylines that have been proposed.
I was not sure that there was a most popular theory (I didn’t have a preferred one), so I made a list of all of the speculations that were posted or sent to me. Most of them would be amazing Karamel fanfiction prompts.
It was crazy and exciting and I loved it. We missed Mon-El that much.
Karamel Fam predictions masterpost here.
Trolls and haters will be blocked.
Predictions after the break.
MON-EL’S ABSENCE
• The dreams that Kara mentioned in episode 1 were shared with Mon-El. Clue = the beard is real.
• During his absence, Mon-El has been in a very dark dystopian world. Suggested options include being a slave, slave liberator, gladiator (War World), Wold Killer, prisoner/ tortured (by the Daxamite Army or someone else), criminal, assassin, sentenced to endless floating into space, being transported somewhere else, bounty hunter, clon, alien refugees, mind controlled or a dark version of the Legion of Superheroes.
•Mon-El was imprisoned and abused and has Stockholm Syndrome, so he thinks that he has to helps his captors. He may not be aware that he was abused because of his self-loath, guilt and the way that he was treated by his family.
•If Mon-El has been a slave/ gladiator he was sold by the Daxamites because they considered him a traitor. They may return to punish him.
•If he was a gladiator, his fight name was Valor.
•Someone tried to brainwash Mon-El into a gladiator/ assassin/ World Killer and he’s held this mind control at bay with the help of Saturn Girl.
•Someone cured Mon-El for him to become a gladiator/ assassin/ World Killer.
• Mon-El has PTSD and has changed significantly because of his experiences during his absence.
•In his timeline, Mon-El saw Kara being killed by Reign and is now desperate to save her. And he cannot tell her if he wants to save her/ the world.
• Mon-El has got more training/ experience in fighting. Clue = him knocking out the DEO agent efficiently.
• Mon-El has been with the Legion of Superheroes. He may be wearing a Flight Ring because according to some comics canon it could be invisible.
• Mon-El has not been with the Legion of Superheroes but they have been chasing him, either because they need him to become a hero or because he is a criminal.
• Mon-El has been cured from his lead allergy but he doesn’t know how. A potential reason may be the orange pod that he was in as some substance was there to keep him in hibernation.
• Mon-El’s DNA has been altered and that is why the lead is not affecting him anymore. Clue = Winn mentioning in 3x05 that the lead was linked to Daxamite DNA so it would be harmless for humans. Kara looking at a microscope slide and promo suggesting that she is not sure that the Mon-El they find in 3x07 is really him.
• Mon-El woke up because of the explosion in 3x04 and he has been alone in the spaceship but didn’t know how to wake up the others or he didn’t want to.
•Mon-El was starving when he was found as there was no need for food while they were hybernated. He survived because he could still absorb some radiation from the yellow sun.
LEGION OF SUPERHEROES
•There are at least 6 pods: Mon-El, Saturn Girl and 4 other people. One of them might be Brainiac 5. Some of them could have died.
•All of the other people in the pods wear the same clothes as he does, so they could be wearing uniforms. Suggested explanations are them being legionnaires, slaves, prisoners, army, crew members, assassins, World Killers.
• There are other Legionnaires in the pods. The symbols may indicate Saturn Girl, Brainiac and Element Lad. They could be wearing invisible Flight Rings.
•Saturn Girl was the person moving in the stasis pod in the 3x07 trailer and that is why she woke or was awaken.
•Brainiac is in one of the stasis pods in 3x07 but they cannot or won’t wake him up until 3x10. Potential reasons are that Mon-El doesn’t trust him because of his obsession with Kara, it is part of the Legion’s plan, the DEO doesn’t trust them and doesn’t want another superpowered person, or they cannot do it.
• They are in pods because they have been travelling through vast distances at extreme speeds, so they need to be put in pods so they don’t age and/ or don’t get damaged by the gravity distortions of extreme hyperspace.
• They are in pods because they need it to travel through time with this technology.
• They are in pods because they are prisoners and this is a way to control them.
•The Legion of Superheroes are not from the future or another timeline. They are up from another galaxy or universe and they are part of a Galactic Council.
•The people travelling in the spaceship, including Mon-El, have been freeing slaves and they need to leave the Earth before the bad guys get to them. Clue = Comics (Seeding World storyline).
• Mon-El and the Legion of Superheroes have travelled to the past (2017 or years before that) to help with something (probably defeat Reign, which may be achieved saving Kara or ensuring that she sacrifices her life).
• Some of the Legionnaires (such as Saturn Girl) have been with Mon-El in a same dystopian world. They may have been imprisoned by a villain or even have been fighting in War World.
• The Legion of Superheroes does not exist yet and we will see how it starts during season 3. One potential origin stories is all of them being alien refugees that want to help others.
• Mon-El and a few Legionnaires including Saturn Girl have gone rogue to kill Reign without the approval of the rest of the Legion. Maybe Saturn Girl and Mon-El are teaming up to save both of their loved ones (Lighting Lad and Kara). Clue: In the comics the Legion had a strict code against killing. 
•Reign changed the timeline and the Legion travelled back to the past to stop her.
•The Legion comes from a future where Reign killed Kara and Clark, and then other Worldkillers joined her and took over the Earth.
• Reign wasn’t supposed to exist, but a being has manipulated time to allow her to have escaped Krypton to come to Earth and kill Superman and Supergirl. The Time Trapper is a hidden enemy that would turn Mon-El into a killer. Clue: In comics one exception about the Legion no-killing rule was Mon-El killing the Time Trapper. He (along with other Legionaires) attempts to kill him as revenge for killing Superboy.  TT survives, but Mon-El finally kills him, which resulted in massive disturbances to the time-stream, and the first “Legion Reboot”.
•The Legion members were planning to live undercover so that they could ensure that Mon-El would be able to fulfill his destiny. If they have been undercover for some time he may not know that they are Legion. Clue = During the New Krypton arc, the Legion Members were living undercover in and around Metropolis to ensure that Mon-El would be able to fulfill his destiny.
• Saturn Girl got herself captured with Mon-El to protect him and has been keeping him connected to Kara because Karamel love is important to save the world/ Kara. Clue = In the current canon, Saturn Girl is in Arkham Asylum waiting for Superman to drop in.
• The spaceship crash landed and they couldn’t wake up until the explosion in 3x04.
•The scary lady that has been visiting Samantha’s dreams was in the spaceship and escaped in 3x01 or when the spaceship landed.
•The scary lady was keeping Mon-El and the others in the post captives.
MON-EL IS FOUND
•Mon-El thinks that he is in a red sun planet and that is why he was carrying a gun. A possible reason for that is that in an apocalyptic future, Reign has made the Earth more like Krypton and now has a red sun.
• The only other person that the DEO is able to wake up in 3x07 is Saturn Girl (that at this point may or may not be a Legionnaire). There are at least 3 other people but they might be dead/ harmed.
• Mon-El didn’t know that he was on Earth and he was not expecting to see Kara.
• Mon-El thinks that the shouldn’t have seen Kara again because it will be a disaster for her/ the timeline/ the world or because Kara would try to stop the Legion. They planned to stay undercoveruntil they stopped the threat (defeat Reign or ensure that Kara dies at her hands). That is why Mon-El panicked when he saw her. When he wakes up in the DEO he tries to run away to find the others and stop the threat.
• Mon-El ends up in a bed in the DEO because he is weak (maybe hungry or thirsty) and passess out of the exhaustion and emotions. Clue = they put him in a bed with what looks like a yellow sun lamp. Chris’ arms are bigger but he looks like thinner (just muscles and bones).
• Kara worries that Mon-El has been harmed by the lead in the atmosphere and he will not be able to wake up again.
MON-EL SNEAKS OUT
• The DEO trusts Mon-El initially, but they won’t when they find him knocking out agents and sneaking out. There is something strange in the microscope slide that Kara is holding in one of the photos. They also may find that the spaceship have been there for years.
• One of the DEO agents that Mon-El knocks out in the promo is Winn.
• Kara and the DEO are not sure that the Mon-El that is found in season 7 is the one they lost in 2x22.
• Winn finds out Mon-El when he is sneaking out in the DEO and gets him to surrender.
• We will get an angsty MonWinn moment, specially if Mon-El knocked him out. Winn still feels guilty because of the lead device.
• Mon-El is sneaking out in the DEO because he wants to help the other people in the spaceship. Potential reasons is that they are his allies (slaves, prisoners, bounty hunters, Legionnaires, alien refugees), he wants to rescue Saturn Girl, because if the Legion’s existence is discovered it would hurt the timeline, because he has Stockholm’s syndrome, has been mind controlled, is a clon or is being mind controlled by Saturn Girl.
• Mon-El is not sneaking out in the DEO because he wants to help the other people in the spaceship. He wants to escape from them or ensure that he or his captors/ allies will not harm the Earth/ Kara. Potential reasons are that he is a slave/ prisoner/ criminal/ assassin/ tortured.
• Mon-El is sneaking out in the DEO because he needs something that they have. Possibly kryptonite, either to kill/ defeat Reign of for his superserum. Clue = i some comics, the antiserum that “cures” his as allergy has to be taken regularly and kryptonite is the main ingredient.
• Mon-El is crying in his cell because he cannot be 100% honest with her to save her/ the world and because it kills him that they cannot be together.
KARAMEL LOVE
•Mon-El cannot tell Kara what is he up to because someone his controlling him, he has partial amnesia or he believes he needs to keep it secret to protect her/ the world. Clue = he promised her that he would not lie again but will do whatever is necessary to keep her safe and to help her protect citizens above all else.
•Mon-El knows that he or she are going to die in the future and he is not telling it to her because he doesn’t want her to be attached to him again but he doesn’t want to lie to her.
•Mon-El doesn’t know that she is destined to sacrifice her life to defeat Reign in the future and the Legion has either lied to him or altered his memories.
•Mon-El knows that he has been mind controlled/ an assassin in the past and is scared to be controlled/ a mindless killer again, and that is why he is trying to leave. And he thinks that he cannot be with her to protect her/ because he is damaged.
•Mon-El is heartbroken when he is found because Kara doesn’t believe/ trust him, because he feels guilty because of what he has done or because he believes that he cannot be with her.
• Kara will not take Mon-El to the wedding because she is not yet sure that they can trust him or even believe that this is her Mon-El.
• Kara will believe that this is her Mon-El and her dreams of being with him again will come true during the season.
• At some point Kara will believe that this is her Mon-El because of her necklace. But not immediately because she thinks that she cannot help others if she is vulnerable.
• Mon-El and Kara are still very much in love with each other when he is found in 3x07. Clues = the way they look at each other, the way Kara can hardly say his name, the necklace, the dreams.
• Mon-El is not married or has a girlfriend when he is found in 3x07. Clues = no rings and he is wearing Kara’s necklace.
• If Mon-El has a girlfriend/ wife (Saturn Girl) when he is found she will break up with him because she is a psychic and will sense his love for Kara.
• Mon-El will mention that Kara was at his bedside in 2x08, or that he is again locked as an enemy as in 2x03.
•Kara and Mon-El will back away from each other when they reunite, for different reasons.
•Kara will be scared to make herself vulnerable and also will not be sure of how much he has changed. He might return with another (temporary) love interest. Clue = Melissa’s mention of the “Castaway” movie.
•Saturn Girl and Mon-El have been held somewhere and they are together out of pain, friendship and loneliness as they both have lost the loves of their lives (Saturn Girl’s is Lighting Lad). When Mon-El finds Kara he realises that his heart will always be Kara’s but has a sense of duty with Saturn Girl because she is in pain. She is a psychic and realises that Mon-El loves Kara, so she breaks up with him and urges Mon-El to follow his heart and his true love before it’s too late.
• Saturn Girl believes her love/ husband Lighting Lad is dead when she is found (for example, because she can’t sense his psychic bond) and he is hopeless to be able to be with Kara again or because he thinks that something bad happens if they get together. When Brainiac appears in episode 10 he brings news that Lighting Lad is alive and he may need to be saved or in a coma. She leaves Mon-El (maybe she breaks up with him) to be with him and save him and urges Mon-El to get back with Kara because she knows he loves her.
• Kara has closed herself off to protect her heart for so long that thinks that superheroes cannot have it all and that she shouldn’t have a relationship. So when Mon-El appears in her life she will be more reluctant to believe that she could be happy. She will realise at some point that she deserves to be happy.
• Mon-El knows Kara’s future and thinks that him being with Kara will mess with the kind of superhero that she will become.
• Mon-El knows Kara’s future and thinks that him being with Kara will kill her or destroy the world/ the timeline.
• Brainiac will be a romantic suitor for Kara. She will try to move on with him at some point because she will be hopeless that she can be with Mon-El but it will not work out.
• Mon-El will be jealous of Brainiac 5 and this will help Karamel to get back together.
•Mon-El (and maybe Kara) will think that they cannot be together but there will be an angsty moment when they will need to kiss each other.
•On Earth-X, Black Arrow and Overgirl are together, Felicity is dead and Mon-El is dead, married to Saturn Girl or somewhere else. Knowing about this will make Oliver and Felicity go ahead with their marriage plans and Kara rethink about her relationship with Mon-El. She will return wanting to get back with him, but there will be problems when she returns.
• Karamel will get back together during season 3.
• The Karamel separation may not be long (midseason finale or February sweeps). Clues = Dark Kara and Karamel break up in season 2 were much shorter arcs than expected.
• Kara and the Legion will have different objectives. Mon-El will side with the Legion on this issue and he will be right. Clue = Melissa saying that they will cause problems for her. He was right in the past like with Rhea or Jeremiah.
• Kara will be killed by Reign at the end of the season, despite the Legion / Mon-El’s efforts to save her. This will be the cliffhanger for season 3 and she will be back in season 4.
MON-EL DURING SEASON 3
• Mon-El’s Hero’s Journey is still progressing and there will be a lot of character development during season 3.
• Mon-El is not a full Legion of Superheroes member yet. He will become one and will get his flight ring.
• Mon-El’s supersuit has not been made yet. He will get that and his superhero name from Winn.
• Mon-El will have a full beard from now on, including his superhero looks.
LEGION/ OTHERS DURING SEASON 3
• The DEO will not be able to wake up the other people in the pods in 3x07.
•The DEO will not try to wake up the other people in the pods until they feel that they can trust Mon-El/ Saturn Girl. And that is why Brainiac will not be introduced until episode 10.
•Alex doesn’t trust Mon-El because she suspects that he has a hidden agenda.
• Several Legionnaires will be seen during season three, including but not limited to Brainiac 5 and Saturn Girl. Clue = number of pods.
• The Legion will fight Reign.
• Saturn Girl will mention ‘Livewire’ at me point. This will make the DEO try to find her after the midseason finale. Clues = bts photos of someone with white hair. Livewire is another code name for Lighting Lad.
• The Legion will create Reign indirectly.
• Whatever happens in season 3 will change significantly the timeline, and as a consequence of that the Legion may be destroyed or changed.
• The 3 founding members of the Legion of Superheroes will be seen during the season, including Cosmic Boy and Lighting Lad (and of course Saturn Girl). Saturn Girl is married to Lighting Lad.
• Brainiac 5 is in one of the pods, wakes up in 3x10 and calls other members of the team.
• Brainiac 5 is not in one of the pods and has been looking for them. He finds them in 3x10.
• The Legion will leave a satellite team in Kara’s Earth at the end of season 3. Both Kara and Mon-El will be co-leaders and equal partners. Clue = Throughout the New 52’s run of the Legion, Mon-El was seen as field leader. Melissa mentioning that at the end of season 2 they see each other as equals and true partners. Chris saying that he wants Mon-El to be a true feminist superhero at the end of the season.
• Supergirl will probably travel to the 30th century for one episode and possibly help the Legion fight the Fatal Five, popular villains for the Legion.
•Alura is alive and her DNA was used by Zor-El to engineer Reign.
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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 78: Bliss!/Effector!
(Warining: Transphobia near the end.)
On the helicopter, the night of the chase:
Receiver Deceiver appeared and destroyed Catalyst’s tablet and knocked her out. “What are you doing?!” Scarlet Moth said.
“A cure for your wife? That’s it? No absolute power? No asking everyone like you? Nothing?”
“I don’t care for all of that!” Scarlet Moth said.
“Well, I need a fix,” Receiver Deceiver said. “So, if you aren’t going to use the power of the miraculous to their fullest extent, then I will!” She charged at Scarlet Moth. He tried to settle her down, but she had been willingly akumatized so many times that she could fight it. She tackled him, and both of them were sent falling out of the helicopter.
There was a bit of a struggle in the air, but Scarlet Moth managed to kick Receiver Deceiver away. However, he was still falling. By the time he could try figuring out something, he landed face first on a stone gate and fell on the ground.
When he came to, he was Gabriel again. He rubbed his head. “Ugh. What’s going on?” he asked, sitting up.
Nooroo flew up to him, carrying a discarded poncho. “Here” he said. “Put this on.” Gabriel seemed very confused. Nooroo noticed Ladybug on the horizon. “Hurry!” Gabriel put the poncho on.
“Follow me!” Nooroo flew off to hide from Ladybug. Gabriel followed. “Alright, we should be safe now Master.” Nooroo looked at Gabriel. “Master?”
“What is going on?” Gabriel said.
“Ladybug was trying to get to you on the helicopter, but Lila betrayed you” Nooroo explained.
Gabriel seemed even more confused than before. “Ladybug? Lila?”
“Um, Master?” Nooroo said.
“What are you even?” Gabriel said. “You look sort of like a butterfly, but you can talk? Furthermore, why am I in the middle of Paris?”
Nooroo was now confused. “Where should you be?” he asked.
“At the cathedral,” Gabriel said. “I’m supposed to be getting married today.”
“Oh no,” Nooroo said, coming to a realization. “Master? What year is it?”
“1998” Gabriel answered with no hesitation.
“Oh dear” Nooroo said. “You hit your head harder than I realized.” Gabriel was more confused than ever. “Look, I’ll explain everything when I have the time, but right now just know that it’s not the year you think it is. You hit your head really hard, and are suffering from amnesia.”
“Oh great. I’m in a bad soap opera” Gabriel remarked.
“It gets worse,” Nooroo said.
“I figured as much,” Gabriel retorted. “I’m assuming you somehow make sense.”
“Yeah,” Nooroo said. “For now, we need to collect ourselves.”
“How?” Gabriel asked.
Nooroo looked around. “Follow me.” He flew off somewhere. Gabriel tentatively followed him. Nooroo thought to himself. Well, if he’s like this, it would be easy to turn him into Ladybug. But I can’t go against him, and he’s in no condition to reverse that. He needs to do this by himself. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t push him in the right direction.
The pair eventually made it to Agreste manor. They snuck passed some cops who were inspecting the area to a secret elevator. Nooroo rigged it so they could have access to it. They eventually went down to a bunker that was adjacent from the place where they were keeping Emilie.
There was a view to it through one-way glass. Nooroo looked out and saw that Emilie was missing. “That’s odd,” he said to himself. “Perhaps they already took her. I need to investigate.”
Nooroo turned to Gabriel. “Alright, you need to stay here. I need to go out. There should be enough food to last you a few days in here if need be.”
“Hold on!” Gabriel demanded. “I want answers! What are you? Where are we? Why do we need to hide?”
All of these were fair questions to someone who just lost their memory. Nooroo had to be careful though. He wanted him to turn himself in, but he couldn’t hide what was going on. He just needed to fudge a few details.
“OK,” Nooroo said, collecting himself. “First, let’s start with me. I am what’s known as a kwami. I am a magical being that inhabits a jewel known as a miraculous. With it, I can grant people the power of transmission”
“Are you the only one?” Gabriel asked.
“No,” Nooroo answered. “I am one of many. And for a while, an evil person by the name of Hawk Moth had me in their clutches. He wanted to fuse the two most powerful miraculous to grant a wish.
However, there were heroes that stood in his way. The keepers of said miraculous, Ladybug and Cat Noir. Eventually, they found him. He tried to run away while causing endless chaos in Paris. Ladybug and Cat Noir, along with help from other heroes managed to put a stop to it. After Hawk Moth but you up to doing evil, something happened to him, and you came into possession of my miraculous during all of that, but were injured in the process.”
“I see,” Gabriel said. “Well, I suppose it makes sense. I’m not in a position to argue much now, am I? So, what is this place?”
“This is your house,” Nooroo said. “Well, more specifically, a bunker within your house.”
Gabriel seemed more shocked by that fact than any of the stuff previous. “My house? But it looks so expensive. I mean, I’m but a mere fashion designer. I mean, I know Emilie’s family is loaded, but I would have hated to borrow from them.” Nooroo sighed. “Between the time you think it is and the time it actually is, you’ve become the head of a fashion empire.”
“Oh” Gabriel said. “I mean, I’ve always dreamed of that, but to see it actually happen...it’s just...wow…”
“Anyway, I need to investigate,” Nooroo said. “You need to stay here and get your strength up. You should be alright in here.”
“WAIT!” Gabriel called. “Where’s Emilie in all of this?”
Nooroo seemed dejected. “She also went missing during the attack.”
“Then I must find her!” Gabriel said.
“NO!” Nooroo demanded. “You’re in no condition to go out. You used up a lot of strength. I can search for her, and the moment I find where she is, I will tell you.”
Gabriel paused. “Very well.” Nooroo flew off.
Nooroo headed to Gabriel’s computer to see if anything was on the Ladyblog. He found various pieces of information. How the team had taken Emilie, and that she was alive and recovering in a hospital. They didn’t say which hospital though, but Nooro was glad he got as far as he did.
At that moment, some officers came in and Nooroo hid. If he got caught, they would find Gabriel. They were sweeping for any clues that might lead to Gariel, as well as pick up any evidence left behind.
Once the officers left, Nooroo headed back down to Gabriel. He had his phone out. “What is this thing?” Gabriel asked.
Nooroo sighed.’That is a cell phone.”
“It seems pretty advanced,” Gabriel replied.
“It kind of is” Nooroo answered. “It’s not just a phone. It’s basically a mini computer.”
“Huh” Gabriel said. “I thought phones were in the process of getting smaller. But I guess they got bigger instead.”
“Is that all?” Nooroo asked.
“No,” Gabriel said. He took out his wallet and took a few Euros out. “What are these things, and where are all my Francs?”
“Those are Euros,” Nooroo answered. “The currency was introduced in 1999 and is used by almost all of the members of the European Union.”
“Huh” Gabriel responded.”I’m sorry. It’s just hard to comprehend everything. Here I am, thinking it’s my wedding day, and suddenly it’s not.”
“It’ll be OK, Master,” Nooroo said.
Gabriel smiled. “Thanks. Hey, do you call all of the people who have your miraculous ‘Master’?”
Nooroo chuckled. “It’s an old habit.”
“Hm. So, why are you back down here?” Gabriel asked.
“Oh, right. I want to say, I found that your wife is safe, and in a hospital” Nooroo said. “The problem is, I don’t know which one. I’m going to have to search, but it could take me awhile.”
“I understand,” Gabriel said. “To be honest, I’m feeling pretty fatigued. My head is killing me, I have amnesia, and everything I don’t know is a lot to take in. I trust you. Don’t worry.”
“OK master,” Nooroo said.
“I’m gonna try to sleep,” Gabriel said. “Maybe when I wake up, I’ll remember everything.” He laid down and passed out.
Nooroo frowned. “I hope you don’t.” He left. Nooroo began searching the hospitals. He had to be careful not to get caught. Again, he was cursed by Gabriel to not betray him. Getting Gabriel to peacefully surrender was his only option, and this situation, as stressful as it was, provided him an option to do just that. It would take him longer to play it safe, but this would ensure the better option plays out.
Meanwhile, Gabriel woke up the next morning. He didn’t know it, but he too did a lot of Saturday. Sure, most of it was when he was powered up, but getting hit in the head like that really takes it out of you.
When he awoke he said “Boy that was a crazy dream.I must be more stressed about the wedding than I thou-... Oh. It’s real.” He contemplated what he heard previously. “If what that kwami thing said is true, and I don’t think he would lie to me, then Emilie and I are already married, and have been married for a while. I’m glad it’s been successful I guess, but I don’t know how.
Do we have any kids? What are they like? I’m sure they’re nothing short of extraordinary. I wonder if they like me. I know Emilie tells me not to worry. It’s just easier when she’s around. I kind of wish she was here.”
Suddenly, Gabriel had a terrible headache. It felt like he was trying to remember something, but couldn’t figure it out. “What was that?” he said after it calmed down. “That thing said she was in a hospital. Well, maybe they could help me sort this all out as well.”
Gabriel looked at the door. “Nooroo, was it, said I shouldn't leave without him. I’d have to agree. If the world really is further than I am, I’d look like a crazy person.”
Gabriel saw a small table and some paper. “Perhaps I could take the edge off by designing something. He walked over and sat down at the table.”Now let’s think. I know. Something for Emilie when she gets out! I mean, of course I’d design for Emilie. I’d design something for the kid or kids, but I don’t know what they look like, or even if there are any. I know Emilie wanted kids, so there has to be at least one. Anyways, I should get started.”
He began sketching, taking occasion breaks to rest and eat. He felt like himself for the first time since waking up in a foreign world. He joked to himself “You know, this might seem cutting edge from what I know, but I bet someone would call this retro.” He chuckled. “I would like to design something more extravagant, but I know Emilie, and she would want it to be simple. And considering that she would be getting out of the hospital, I feel like simple is better.”
A few hours later, Nooroo returned. “Oh good. You’re back. Take a look at this!” Gabriel said.
Nooroo played along and looked. He was actually impressed. “Wow,” he said. He shook himself. “Anyways, good news. I’ve found your wife.”
“Really?” Gabriel asked. “That’s wonderful.”
Nooroo had not seen Gabriel this cheerful. It was understandable, but it was still a shock to Nooroo. “Well, yes. I feel like it’s too late to try and visit her now. I think we should go first thing in the morning.”
“Good,” Gabriel said. “ Being cooped up in here hasn’t done me any favors.”
“Do you feel like you could handle it?” Nooroo asked.
“I believe so,” Gabriel said. “With a good night’s rest, I should be fine.”
“OK. Then we’ll head out in the morning” Nooroo said.
Gabriel smiled. “You know, you’ve been really helpful to me. When this is all said and done, I should find a way to thank you.”
Nooroo blushed. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“I insist,” Gabriel said.
“Oh” Nooroo said. “Well, I guess I can’t stop you then.”
“Good night Nooroo,” Gabriel said.
Nooroo smiled. “Good night master.” Gabriel soon fell asleep. He’s going to remember eventually. Probably before this is all “said and done” too. I hope he remembers this. Still, it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t make good on his promise. Nooroo sighed and fell asleep next to Gabriel.
The pair woke up the next morning. “Darn it!” Gabriel said. “This is still real.”
“Well, it’ll be better once we get to your wife” Nooroo said.
“You’re right,” Gabriel said, petting Nooroo. “She always knows what to do.”
“We should get going,” Nooroo said. “We have to be careful to not stand out.”
“Agreed,” Gabriel said. “Our goal is to get to the hospital. I feel like that’s a safe place where everything can get settled.”
“Right,” Nooroo said nervously. “Let’s go.” Nooroo led Gabriel out of the mansion and into the streets of Paris. The two of them were careful to not draw too much attention to themselves and hid whenever things got a bit hairy. I think we’re going to actually do this!
When they were almost at the hospital, the duo heard some yelling. “IT’S LUC! MY NAME IS LUC! AND I AM A MAN!”
“Sweetie, you’re just confused” said another voice.
They turned to face the source of the commotion. It looked like a couple was arguing with a young man. The young man was standing besides a woman about his age, and a group of teenagers. “NO!” the man named Luc screamed. “WHY CAN’T YOU ACCEPT THIS?!”
“Well,” the man in the condescending couple said, “because if we did, we’d have failed as parents for letting you believe in this stuff.”
“GRRR,” Luc said. “This is why I hate coming back here! I KNEW something like this would happen.”
“If you felt like that, then why come back?” the woman asked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’ll welcome you with open arms, just as soon as you become our baby girl again.”
Vessels were popping in Luc’s head. “I came because Paris was on FIRE a few days ago, and I wanted to see if my sister was doing alright. Not to be talked down and invalidated by YOU! And furthermore, I was NEVER your baby girl. You just can’t accept that fact!”
The man got a stern look on his face. “Well, as you can see, she’s fine. Now leave, and never return. Let’s go Katelyn.” He took one of the teens by hand. “You're not allowed to see your sister again until she stops believing in those delusions.”
“They aren’t delusions!” Katlyn spoke up. “And Luc is my brother, so that doesn’t work.”
The woman gasped. “You. You’ve poisoned your sister. What do you have to say for yourself?!”
“We’ll make sure you can’t come near her ever again!” the man said. Luc could not hide his fury if he tried.
Gabriel pulled Nooroo into a nearby ally. “Nooroo. You said I have the power to give people powers, right?”
Nooroo knew what he was thinking. “Oh no. We can’t. We’re so close.”
“But Nooroo,” Gabriel said, “that man is in trouble. I can’t just ignore it. I have the ability to do something.” Gabriel looked at Nooroo with desperation. “Please.”
Nooroo looked at the sight of Gabriel pleading to help this person. In a weird way, Nooroo saw what Gabriel could have been. He remembered a conversation from when they were first starting out.
“Um, master,” Nooroo said. “You almost never seem to go for people who are, um, actually bad.”
“Your point?” Gabriel asked.
“Well, um, it’s just, wouldn’t they make better villains?” Nooroo asked.
Gabriel took a deep breath. “Perhaps. But I’m not particularly invested in helping those who are truly disgusting.”
“Um, ‘help’?” Noooo continued.
“As much as I am the villain in all of this, I can’t bring myself to commit to it fully” Gabriel said. “Like a lot of my victims, I too am stuck in the darkness with no way out. You’ve already told me I can’t akumatize myself to cure Emilie.”
“Right, the magic is too powerful” Nooroo reminded him.
“Right” Gabriel nodded. “I empathize with those in need. I want to help losers become winners because I myself am the biggest loser. I figured doing it this way would work out. If I win, I get the miraculous and they have their revenge. If I lose, Ladybug and Cat Noir can help sort things out afterwards. It’s a win win.”
“I see,” Nooroo said. “You can be kind deep down master.”
“Thank you Nooroo,” Gabriel replied.
In the present, Nooroo was looking at his master wanting to help with no ulterior motive. He is incredibly serious about this. This will only make things more complicated for us, but I can’t say no. However, I don’t really want to this time either. “Fine,” Nooroo said.
“Alright! So, what do I do?” Gabriel asked.
“Just say ‘Nooroo! Wings Rise!’” Nooroo explained.
“And then what?” Gabriel continued.
“You channel the energy into a butterfly and send it over to the person. Once it takes over an object, you will transmit them their powers” Nooroo further explained.
“Sounds simple enough. Let’s go!” Gabriel said. “Nooroo! Wings Rise!” Nooroo slightly smiled before fusing into the miraculous. Gabriel transformed. He was wearing a butterfly-shaped domino mask, a light purple dress shirt with darker purple stripes, along with a dark purple vest, dark purple gloves, dark purple pants, and black shoes.
Gabriel looked himself over. He felt very good about this. “Alright Paris. I know you’ve been dealing with Hawk Moth. But now, it’s time for a new user of the butterfly miraculous to punish villainous scum instead of being one. Say hello to Effector!”
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infpisme · 7 years
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Dear INFP, You’re Not A Mess. You’re A SCANNER, and That’s Awesome.
Do you feel like you’re drifting aimlessly in life, unable to commit your attention to just one thing, because that would mean missing out too many other exciting opportunities?
Do you think you’re great at starting projects but don’t have enough focus or perseverance to finish them?
Do you get easily excited about new things and just as easily bored once you have tried them?
I do, and my awareness of this trait doesn’t make my job search any easier. I feel like I need to try everything in order to choose, and the time is running out. Why am I so scatterbrained?
In this post about INFP career struggles, I wrote about my doubts with regard to choosing the right path.
The struggle is real.
What Is Wrong With Me?
I was blessed with parents who provided me with the perfect conditions for self-discovery and exploration. They didn’t sign me up for all those activities like today’s parents do – the initiative was entirely mine. So, by the end of elementary school, I tried tennis, acrobatic modern dance, karate, maths, speed reading, English, arts, journalism, horse riding, more arts, singing in a choir, sailing, and theatre. Not at once, of course.
Later on, I added to the list Spanish, Portuguese, photography, and climbing. I just felt I needed to try them all. Some didn’t last more than a few weeks, but many activities kept my attention longer.
I thought that growing up would make choosing easier.
It didn’t. I kept trying out different professions and jobs to find out what I could do for a living. As a result, I’ve become a Jack of all trades, master of none, with a rich and very inconsistent CV, and without the slightest idea about what career to pursue. By the age of 28, I have already had two major career shifts and tried several other unrelated jobs, only to find out that I don’t want to do those things anymore in my life.
I wish I could live 200 years, or had many lives, or be 20 people instead of one, or possess a time-changer, so I could try everything I want, from kitesurfing and basket weaving to design and upholstery.
My inner child rebels when my inner adult questions the sense of pursuing yet another project, and I can’t help feeling like a failure. At school, willingness to explore was a great advantage. But in adult life, it feels more of a liability.
What is my calling, then?
Over time, and having tried plenty of things, I found out that I want to be a farrier, permaculture farmer, seafarer, dressage rider, bee keeper, traveller, photographer, blogger, and T-shirt designer.
I don’t mean either – or.
I want to be all these things AT THE SAME TIME. Like a one-man band.
It’s ridiculous and incredibly frustrating. Soon, I will hit 30, and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
It wasn’t until recently that I realized I wasn’t alone in this struggle. We are told that the best (and only?) way to succeed is by finding one’s passion and pursuing it till the end of one’s life; that only by specializing in a very narrow area we can actually achieve what is believed to be success. True as it may seem, I don’t think it applies to INFPs at all.
In her book Refuse To Choose, Barbara Sher calls this kind of people “scanners”. Others have called us Renaissance people, da Vinci personalities, generalists, polymaths, multipotentialities, jacks-of-all-trades, eclectics, dilettantes or flakes.
I prefer “scanners”.
Who is a “Scanner”?
Unlike the people who specialize in very narrow areas, scanners are individuals characterized by “intense curiosity about numerous, unrelated subjects”. They’re endlessly inquisitive explorers who don’t want to commit to just one area, giving up all the other interests.
Being a scanner does not equal having an attention deficit disorder, even though the two may co-exist. Scanners simply crave knowledge and want to understand how things and the world around them work.
If you’re not sure if that applies to you, listen to Barbara Sher talk about scanners - https://youtu.be/o29KOV0jYRM
The INFP personality fits the scanner definition wonderfully. With Ne as our auxiliary function, INFPs see endless possibilities to everything. Ne is the driving force behind creativity, and the reason we crave novelty and get bored so easily (at least, until we find THE thing, I believe.). Ne is also the source of INFP’s childlike wonder of the world.
Having said that, it’s not a surprise that we are so unhappy when forced to fit in the world, where you either specialize in something or fail. As great imagie thinkers who don’t pay that much attention to details, INFPs are often criticized for being scatterbrained and unable to commit to just one narrow area.
But, what if our ability to be passionate about so many things was actually an asset?
Can Scanners Be Successful?
Good news! I’ve learned from Sher’s book that there is no obligation to specialize in anything – the preference of specialists over erudites it’s a relatively recent fashion, and in case of scanners, it goes completely against our nature. Let’s be honest: I were to dedicate my life to just one thing, I would probably get bored to death.
It is possible to achieve tremendous success as a scanner. The list of famous and undoubtedly successful scanners includes Steve Jobs (who revolutionized not only computing but also mobile phones, music industry and design), Leonardo da Vinci (artist and inventor, the original Renaissance Man) and Benjamin Franklin (writer, publisher, inventor, statesman among other things).
It is also possible to choose a career and projects in which your talent and love for learning is an asset, not a liability. I learned about careers aimed at researching and providing information, management tools one can use to organize unfinished projects and harness your creativity, and ways to avoid paralysis by analysis and reconcile making a living with pursuing your multiple passions. So there seems to be some hope, after all 😉
Though this be madness, yet there’s method in it, Shakespeare (an alleged INFP) would say.
Tips For Scanners
Here’s a bunch of advice I’ve drawn from the book Refuse to Choose.
Keep a notebook and always carry it with you, so whenever a brilliant idea comes to your mind, you can seize it and save it for later. One day, you may actually be ready to apply it in a meaningful way. You never know.
Organize your ideas. Write a whole list of things you’re interested in and projects you have in mind. You will probably realize that they’re not so many and are somehow related. Grouping them will help you recognize some pattern and decide which to prioritize.
Trust your intuition and do what you want to do. Let go of things that don’t make your eyes shine. I realized that for feeling intuitives, reason is not necessarily a good advisor. This life is the only chance you have to pursue your dreams, so don’t waste on what won’t give you fulfilment.
When you feel like you’re done with a project, move on. Even if you leave it (un)finished, it’s never a waste of time.
Consider finding a Good Enough Job. It may not be your dream job, but if it doesn’t make you suffer, the team is fun to work with, and you get a decent salary that pays for your passions – it may be THE solution.
Scanners, You Are Enough
Some of us don’t have just one true calling, and there is nothing wrong with it. In her TED talk, Emilie Wapnick, the author of  How To Be Everything, proves that being a scanner is not a disease or a disorder to be cured, but a unique and invaluable talent.
As a scanner aka multipotentialite, you have access to many points of intersection of different fields, which leads to innovation. You’ve been a beginner so many times that starting from scratch yet another time doesn’t frighten you. The skills you acquire in the process are often transferable between different fields of expertise, and that in a fast changing world makes you extremely adaptable. And the truth is, very few people stick to their initial career, nowadays.
Also, generalists like you make great team members for specialists because they provide the kind of insight the latter are not capable of. Working together, we may accomplish even greater things.
Trying to fit a square peg in a round hole is pointless. You are a creative soul. You can only make a difference in the world if you embrace your scanner personality and do something you’re absolutely passionate about (even if it doesn’t last a lifetime). Let your Ne explore the endless possibilities that this world has to offer, celebrate your talents, and share your enthusiasm and projects with the world… This is your life purpose!
Source - Marta, https://climbingthecliff.com/infp-scanner-superpower
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lauramalchowblog · 5 years
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Can Rah-Rah, Blah-Blah and Meh Accelerate Digital Health Innovation?
By MICHAEL MILLENSON
Can combining health tech “rah-rah,” health policy “blah-blah” and the “meh” of academic research accelerate the uptake of digital health innovation?
AcademyHealth, the health services research policy group, is co-locating its Health Datapalooza meeting, rooted in cheerleading for “Data Liberación,” with the National Health Policy Conference, rooted in endless debate about policy detail.
Sharing a hotel room, however, does not a marriage make. In order to get better digital health interventions to market faster, we need what I’m calling a Partnership for Innovators, Policymakers and Evidence-generators (PIPE). As someone who functions variously in the policy, tech and academic worlds, I believe PIPE needn’t be a dream.
The potential of digital health is obvious. Venture funding of digital health companies soared to $8.1 billion in 2018, up 40 percent from 2017, according to Rock Health, with another $4.2 billion invested during the first half of this year. Meanwhile, MedCityNews proclaimed 2019 “the year of the digital health IPO,” such as HealthCatalyst and Livongo.
Separately, Congress has sought to speed digital health innovation through bipartisan efforts such as the 21stCentury Cures Act and the formation last year of the Bipartisan Health Care Innovation Caucus. The Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) is also pursuing innovator and advocacy group input on regulatory relief.
Easing regulations can rev up the speed to market, but it doesn’t address ignorance of economically important policy specifics – for example, the requirements of the oncology care model – that can cause innovators to miss important opportunities.
Similarly, successful product development and marketing can hinge on knowing the latest evidence produced by researchers about, for example, text messaging and behavior change.
Policymakers, too, miss out when they don’t understand innovation (for example, the possibilities of patient portals versus interactive apps) or the digital health research the big-name journals overlook. Case in point: the niche Journal of Medical Internet Research just examined how a new generation of “e-patients” with chronic conditions is actively engaged “in the innovation of digital tools to meet their health-related needs.” Meanwhile, back on the policy front, HHS only recently promised to reassess the paper-and-telephone CAHPS survey.
To turn the PIPE dream into something tangible, each group’s questions need to get specific. For example:
How have entrepreneurs seen a product affected negatively by unanticipated policy developments or surprising research?
What different processes of information exchange would Congressional and agency staffers like to establish with entrepreneurs and researchers?
How can researchers better mainstream relevant digital health insights with “Internet speed”?
The next step would be assembling a small group from each community to discuss the answers to these and other questions at length and off the record. I’ve seen first-hand what happens when those in different fields spend uninterrupted time together with no need to worry about public posturing.
There are, to be sure, innovators, policymakers and evidence-makers who’ve already burst out of the silos; for example, researchers as entrepreneurs and vice versa, and members of both groups going in and out of government. (A prominent example: Aledade co-founder and chief executive officer, Dr. Farzad Mostashari.) But there remain too few examples of barrier crossing, and no mechanism for establishing the kind of ongoing relationships and enduring collaborations that are so important.
AcademyHealth noted that health data innovation has become “an integral part of all efforts to transform health care.” Nonetheless, as HHS chief data officer Dr. Mona Siddiqui told this year’s Health Datapalooza, “The power of the data…is only possible when data can be translated into actionable information.”
The common objective is better health for every individual and a higher-quality, more cost-effective health care system. PIPE – a Partnership for Innovators, Policymakers and Evidence-generators – can help ensure that actionable health data fulfills its transformational potential for reaching that goal.
Michael L. Millenson is president of Health Quality Advisors LLC and adjunct associate professor of medicine at Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine. This article originally appeared on Forbes here. 
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kristinsimmons · 5 years
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Can Rah-Rah, Blah-Blah and Meh Accelerate Digital Health Innovation?
By MICHAEL MILLENSON
Can combining health tech “rah-rah,” health policy “blah-blah” and the “meh” of academic research accelerate the uptake of digital health innovation?
AcademyHealth, the health services research policy group, is co-locating its Health Datapalooza meeting, rooted in cheerleading for “Data Liberación,” with the National Health Policy Conference, rooted in endless debate about policy detail.
Sharing a hotel room, however, does not a marriage make. In order to get better digital health interventions to market faster, we need what I’m calling a Partnership for Innovators, Policymakers and Evidence-generators (PIPE). As someone who functions variously in the policy, tech and academic worlds, I believe PIPE needn’t be a dream.
The potential of digital health is obvious. Venture funding of digital health companies soared to $8.1 billion in 2018, up 40 percent from 2017, according to Rock Health, with another $4.2 billion invested during the first half of this year. Meanwhile, MedCityNews proclaimed 2019 “the year of the digital health IPO,” such as HealthCatalyst and Livongo.
Separately, Congress has sought to speed digital health innovation through bipartisan efforts such as the 21stCentury Cures Act and the formation last year of the Bipartisan Health Care Innovation Caucus. The Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) is also pursuing innovator and advocacy group input on regulatory relief.
Easing regulations can rev up the speed to market, but it doesn’t address ignorance of economically important policy specifics – for example, the requirements of the oncology care model – that can cause innovators to miss important opportunities.
Similarly, successful product development and marketing can hinge on knowing the latest evidence produced by researchers about, for example, text messaging and behavior change.
Policymakers, too, miss out when they don’t understand innovation (for example, the possibilities of patient portals versus interactive apps) or the digital health research the big-name journals overlook. Case in point: the niche Journal of Medical Internet Research just examined how a new generation of “e-patients” with chronic conditions is actively engaged “in the innovation of digital tools to meet their health-related needs.” Meanwhile, back on the policy front, HHS only recently promised to reassess the paper-and-telephone CAHPS survey.
To turn the PIPE dream into something tangible, each group’s questions need to get specific. For example:
How have entrepreneurs seen a product affected negatively by unanticipated policy developments or surprising research?
What different processes of information exchange would Congressional and agency staffers like to establish with entrepreneurs and researchers?
How can researchers better mainstream relevant digital health insights with “Internet speed”?
The next step would be assembling a small group from each community to discuss the answers to these and other questions at length and off the record. I’ve seen first-hand what happens when those in different fields spend uninterrupted time together with no need to worry about public posturing.
There are, to be sure, innovators, policymakers and evidence-makers who’ve already burst out of the silos; for example, researchers as entrepreneurs and vice versa, and members of both groups going in and out of government. (A prominent example: Aledade co-founder and chief executive officer, Dr. Farzad Mostashari.) But there remain too few examples of barrier crossing, and no mechanism for establishing the kind of ongoing relationships and enduring collaborations that are so important.
AcademyHealth noted that health data innovation has become “an integral part of all efforts to transform health care.” Nonetheless, as HHS chief data officer Dr. Mona Siddiqui told this year’s Health Datapalooza, “The power of the data…is only possible when data can be translated into actionable information.”
The common objective is better health for every individual and a higher-quality, more cost-effective health care system. PIPE – a Partnership for Innovators, Policymakers and Evidence-generators – can help ensure that actionable health data fulfills its transformational potential for reaching that goal.
Michael L. Millenson is president of Health Quality Advisors LLC and adjunct associate professor of medicine at Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine. This article originally appeared on Forbes here. 
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Dream of The Endless? You mean the missing member of The Cure? 80's Robert Smith looking motherfucker?
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WHERE EVIL HIDES Starry Song, the shaman who had the gift of conveying the ancestral wisdom of his people through the music he played and the stories he told lit the red-stone bowl of his unmistakable pipe and took a puff. It was the end of a fall afternoon, and we had colorful blankets covering us, to keep the typical chill of the Arizona mountains at that time of year at bay. I had just arrived from my trip and the first thing the shaman asked after greeting me was the reason why I seemed to be “carrying so much weight on my back”. Yes, it was true. I was sullen. I cracked a half-hearted smile, as someone who is seen without the clothes of the character they have created to play the character they are not on the stages of life, and said the world was not a good place to live in. Then, I recounted some problems I was facing because of the absurd stance of some people, opposed to mine. I stated that, no question, the world was inhabited by backwards, insensitive, bad people. Starry Song listened to it all in silence. When I finished my account, he asked: “There is a beautiful legend of my people that might help you understand the moment you are experiencing. Would you like to hear it?” I answered that it would be an honor; after all, this was a gift Starry Song had. He smiled, and started to tell it, rhythmically: “There was a prosperous, quiet village that was expecting to know who, among its inhabitants, would be chosen to fill an opening on the Council of Wise Men that ruled the tribe. Many meetings had already been held, but the Council hadn’t picked the new member. Until one of its oldest members, the sensible and kind witch doctor had a dream, in which the Great Mystery warned that the village was about to be attacked by an unknown monster. It had warned that only after the beast was captured would the Council be able to choose its new member. By coincidence, one of the tribe’s grandmothers, a generous and loved older woman had had the same dream. That was the Great Mystery confirming the signs. There was no question the predator should be hunted down. Because it was an extremely dangerous task, it was decided it would be entrusted to someone who volunteered for the task. Immediately, one of the bravest warriors of the tribe, a skilled hunter known for his good looks, skills and courage, and admired by all, volunteered. As no one knew what the monster looked like, the witch doctor asked the Great Mystery to show it through dreams. On that very night the request was granted, and the following morning the powerful shaman described the scary traits of the evil creature. He also said that the Great Mystery said that only if good was persistent would it be able to overcome evil. Before the commotion of the crowd, the intrepid warrior said good-bye to his beloved wife and son and promised the tribe he would only return if he had the demoniacal head of the unknown beast. He rode his horse for days on end, using all his skill to track the monster down. At times he seemed to be very close to the predator, to the point of almost finding it, but it seemed to vanish through some mysterious crack in the forest. Many a night, lying down and being warmed by the campfire, he felt like going back home, as he missed his family and the village, but then he recalled the promise he had made, of the commitment he had to protect all those he loved so much. He was a warrior, and that prompted him to go on. Until one day, with his strength almost exhausted, despondent because his prayers to the Great Mystery weren’t answered, corroded by physical and emotional weariness, he dismounted his horse by a huge lake of placid water, as he was thirsty. When he approached the undisturbed body of water, much to his surprise he saw the face of the monster he was hunting reflected in it.” Starry Song, as a good storyteller, made, on purpose, a dramatic pause, took a puff of his pipe and continued with the legend: “Contrary to what one may imagine, the monster was not behind or next to the warrior, but it was the warrior himself. He saw in the contours of this face the traits of the beast the witch doctor had described. Only in loneliness and heartfelt search can one have a real encounter with oneself, without masks, tricks, lies or illusions, and uncover the truth.” “He became scared. He had always believed he was a good man, a warrior who fed the tribe with his hunt, who loved his wife and child, who was loyal to his friends. He even thought he had gone mad for seeing the face of the monster in his countenance. He decided to set up camp by the lake and stay there until he could understand all that was going on. On the first days, he was assailed by a mixture of disappointment, discouragement and anger when he came to realize he was not exactly who he had imagined he was. Even the ludicrous idea of suicide came to his mind, as an effective way to kill the monster. What talked him out of that was the recollection of the words of the wise witch doctor that, if he were persistent, good would overcome evil. After the initial impact, he realized he had created an image of himself that, even if it was not accurately true, it was not entirely a lie. He admitted to recurrent bouts of sorrow, frustrations yet to be overcome, escaping from reality in order not to be confronted by conflicting emotions, despite his fame of being a brave warrior. He acknowledged that, many a time, he mixed the sense of justice with the desire for revenge. He realized that the core virtues of compassion and humility were nullified by the shadows of vanity and pride, which made him easily annoyed and blamed others for his disappointments. Often, he would act impetuously under the pretext of being courageous. He recalled moments in which he used his might as a warrior improperly, to prevail in petty matters with weaker people. He also came to understand that even though courage was a noble virtue, part of this bravery was to divert his own attention, and the attention of everyone from the frailties that bled in his core, those he did not have the courage to reveal and confront. Little by little, he understood the need to reverse the gaze he had toward himself and find what he had lost within, rather than fight against what was outside; he learned that the world collapses only when the soul loses balance. In face of so much disharmony, his well-known courage could be ill-directed and cause harm, to himself and the entire tribe. He had to accept and embrace his shadows; his darkest side, the one whose existence he had never admitted. Only then could he take his other face from the dark cave to the clarity and beauty of light. That was a chance to be whole; by enchanting the ego with the virtues of light, he could unite all parts of himself and transform himself in a stronger, loving, more conscious person.” “Many months passed until he could know himself in full. The travelers passed by the lake and saw that lonely, ragged man seated under a tree with a strange smile on his face and moved on thinking he was a madman. Until the warrior realized he had been able to shed light on many of the dark cracks of his self. Enough to know who he was, where the monster lived, the reach of its tentacles, the influence of its advice and mistakes. More importantly, he understood that killing the monster would entail killing a part of himself. They were bound one to the other as creator and creature. The monster was not the enemy; on the contrary, all its tremendous might could be used for good. To achieve healing, one must select an effective treatment: the monster had to know and be enchanted with the power of love, as evil, whatever its form, stems from lack of love. Cure is translated into freedom, not from the death of the jail keeper, but from their transformation.” “Time had come for him to return and share with the tribe the wealth he had amassed. It was possible to move on with lightness and simplicity, without the unbearable weight of pride and vanity. The virtues were free to blossom. There was a new idea and way of being and living. This understanding defines the pains and pleasures of life, war or peace, in the world, in the village, within oneself.” “However, he did not want to return empty-handed, carrying only words. He saw a trunk of a tree and had an idea. With his knife he started to carve a totem. When he finished, he returned home. When he arrived at the village, there was a major commotion. Many had thought he had died, defeated by the monster or the forest. His wife gave him a heartfelt hug; the child, still a baby when he left, jumped into his father’s arms, to snuggle. The warrior was too thin, with ragged clothes, dirty, hungry, but with unimaginable light in his gaze and unknown sweetness in his smile. Some people rushed to prepare a feast to celebrate the return of the brave warrior, others wanted to listen to the stories he had to tell, until the good witch doctor came before him and asked about the promise he had made of returning only if he had the head of the monster with him. He reminded him that a person is worth the value of their word. At that point, the entire mood of joy for his return changed, there was tension in the air; after all, a commitment had been made and should be honored. Seconds of silence seemed endless. In face of the question of the wise witch doctor, all eyes turned to the warrior, who kept his face serene, unwavering; that body stooped and hungry, far from the strong man he had once been, conveyed a formidable power. The warrior opened his bag and took out the totem he had carved on his last days by the lake. It was the statue of his own face, perfectly shaped’”. “Before the frightened tribe, he said: ‘To you I offer the head of the monster that existed within me, but disappeared to give room to a different being, despite being the same. This is not an image to be worshiped at any altar, but to be transformed by the fire of this night, in remembrance of a man who crossed the abyssal depths of his own core and returned to light, with all the parts that form him properly aligned, harmonized and in peace’. The witch doctor wanted to know, in addition to the head of the creature, what else he had brought in the baggage. He answered: ‘Love for me and, therefore, for everyone. Dormant love is the healing, yet to be revealed, of all distress. This is the true encounter of life, this is the core, all the rest is only appearance.’” “Then, the warrior completed: ‘I don’t know if the Council will consider the promise fulfilled, but I will humbly accept any decision it makes’. In that village, the penalty for breaking one’s word was banishment. There was hubbub all around. Next, the witch doctor handed the warrior the sacred baton of the Council of Wise Men and said: ‘You have become your own warrior, hero of your story, and won the great battle. This is how wise men are born. You are ready. We do not want to miss the best of you. Welcome!’” We remained in silence for a long while. It was time to think about all that had been said and find the proper place for those ideas. When the shaman passed me the pipe, I had a distant gaze. He smiled as he realized that his words were planted in my heart. I asked if he was trying to say that all the evil of the world was hiding in me. Starry song looked at me with compassion and humility, and said: “Not all the evil, just the evil that causes you harm. The monster that torments and devours is within ourselves, not outside. The worst harm one can cause is to their own selves”. He took the pipe from my hands, took a puff, and completed: “Observe the world, enjoy life, give your best and educate the monster that dwells within. Meanwhile, be happy.” Kindly translated by Carlos André Oighenstein. Other texts by the author at www.yoskhaz.com/en/
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                              ♔ COLIN CREEVEY ♔
( the basics. )
AGE: 18 LINEAGE: Muggle-born SCHOOL / ALUMNI: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry HOUSE: Gryffindor ALLIANCE: The Order
( personality. )
✓ / ✗ : easily excitable, dependable, earnest, outgoing, clumsy, gullible
( biography. )
• Eager doesn’t even begin to describe Colin Creevey. The son of two eager, optimistic Muggle teachers--a mother who worked in the English language and a father with a proclivity for history--Colin Creevey grew up with one simple mantra in mind: it was good to be curious and open to just about everything. He loved all of the little things in life--racing his younger brother, Dennis, out in the rain with their Wellingtons on; coming home from primary school and finding that his mother had made oatmeal raisin cookies, his absolute favorite, for an afternoon snack; lounging with his father in the sitting room, watching how animated he got watching documentaries on the Russian and French revolutions. Colin learned to make the most out of life, whatever experiences he shared, and passed his eagerness and yearning for life onto Dennis, as well. Growing up in a loving, secure family, Colin was a great deal sheltered from many of the troubles of life that other young children across Britain shared--he lived in a bubble of security and tranquility, and it was difficult to imagine a life where that wasn’t the case. He enjoyed recording the spoils of his childhood; photography became a prominent passion in Colin’s life, even from a very young age. He had a pile of scrapbooks and film rolls stuffed away in his room, to be used and viewed at his leisure. Dennis, Colin’s favorite subject to photograph on lazy Saturdays, became his closest friend and confidant throughout childhood; the two did and confided everything in one another, including the rather peculiar things that they could make happen without even trying. Then, one sunny afternoon, an owl landed in the middle of their kitchen, a letter addressed to Colin strapped to its leg, and then Colin Creevey’s entire world changed. It turned out that the strange things he was capable of doing with no explanation amounted to being the descendant of distant magical genes; he was a wizard who had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school revolving entirely around magic, and the Creeveys were both stunned and excited all at the same time.
• Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, a chatty, nervous Colin Creevey was sorted into Gryffindor House, home of the legendary Harry Potter and co. Colin wanted to learn everything he possibly could, both about the house he’d been sorted into and the school for which he was attending, and spend the first few weeks of school with his shiny new magical camera, asking anyone and everyone who bothered to listen if he could take their picture. He was most interested in Harry Potter’s picture and autograph more than anything else; all he’d heard since the moment he’d been loaded onto the Hogwarts Express was how brave, daring, and humble the great Harry Potter was. He’d saved the Wizarding World twice now, by account of the other Gryffindors at Hogwarts, and Colin was awed and amazed by everything Harry stood for. To be a hero--and at such a young age, too! It was astounding; it was awe-inspiring. It was the most inspirational thing Colin had ever heard of! He wrote eager letters back home; he missed Dennis and his parents something fierce, but there was so much excitement about this beautiful school he’d been admitted into that he just had to share it with those who were closest to him. Colin’s first year at Hogwarts was overwhelming and exciting, but everything came to a terrifying, stomach-dropping halt when he realized that his kind (Muggle-borns, that is) were targeted and despised by a fraction of the wizarding community. Colin learned to turn out the hateful insults and slurs spewed at him and others like him by hateful blood purists, but nothing--nothing--could have prepared him for being petrified by a creature that set out to kill witches and wizards who were exactly like him. When Colin finally awoke and was properly cured at the end of the school term, after the world had been saved by brilliant Harry Potter again, he realized that the new, magical universe he’d been welcomed into wasn’t as friendly or safe as he had originally and naively believed. There was an invisible target on his back, and it made Colin more protective of his brother when it came time for Dennis to be admitted into Hogwarts, as well.
• Having Dennis with him at Hogwarts was a dream come true for Colin; the two spent every second they could together, as they had as children, and Colin was content. More than content, actually--he was pleased beyond his wildest expectations that this was his life. But still, through his joy and earnestness to prove himself to the wizarding world, came the nagging doubt and flickers of PTSD-afflicted traumatic episodes that accompanied everything he’d dealt with and had been exposed to during his first year at Hogwarts. Always, in the back of his mind, was the constant reminder that no matter what he did, there would be people who hated him because of his bloodline; people who would try to kill him and his brother to rid the world of their stain upon wizardry. It was a hard, dry pill to swallow, realizing how deep the vein of prejudice ran in this shiny new world of him; accompanied with the lingering PTSD from being petrified the year before, Colin stumbled through the next few years at Hogwarts. Whenever he was facing difficulty or concern (for himself, for his brother, or for anyone, really), he would turn to his magical camera and take whatever pictures he could at the time. Aside from the comfort and endless support of his family, photography was the greatest joy in Colin’s life, and he aspired to take it to the next level after leaving Hogwarts--whether photographing as a form of art, or for Quidditch events, or even being in charge of taking portraits for the Ministry or Hogwarts. Whatever Colin could get his hands on in the magical photography world, he was willing and raring to go for. It was the one thing that made him feel complete and whole; that let him escape from the troubles buried deep within his own heart by placing himself in someone else’s line of vision, even temporarily.
• Harry Potter remained Colin Creevey’s inspiration throughout the duration of his stay at Hogwarts; he was brave and selfless in a way that Colin couldn’t help but idolize. And try as he might, Colin knew that nothing he did would ever be as grand or groundbreaking as Harry Potter himself...but he still wanted to follow the Boy Who Lived in absolutely everything he said and believed. If there was anyone who could end blood purity and drive the darkness in the wizarding world away for good, Colin was confident it was Harry. He trusted Harry--it was this trust that Colin held onto tightly when he and Dennis were forced into hiding after the Death Eaters infiltrated the government and schools and took over Hogwarts. It was this trust that Colin clung to when he was forced to register as a Muggle-born before fleeing and taking Dennis with him; he sent both of his parents into abrupt hiding, courtesy of the Order, and Colin remained among the first from Hogwarts to offer himself up as new recruits for the Order of the Phoenix, Dennis in tow. Colin knows that much of the Order still views him as a child--too gullible, clumsy, and eager to be focused on war efforts and strategy, but that doesn’t stop Colin from trying to prove himself with everything he’s worth. Currently, Colin’s role within the Order is to provide doctored photographs and paperwork to go with the forged documents and fake identification badges for the Order Members who go out on missions. Because of Colin’s handiwork, alongside other members of the Order, he ensures that those of Half-blood or Muggle-born status who get stopped and questioned by potential Death Eaters or followers have false identification papers with fake names and falsified blood statuses. It’s important work, as he’s reminded every day, but Colin can’t help but crave more. He wants to be as helpful as he can--he wants to be someone who fights alongside Harry Potter for justice and the right to exist in a world he was born into.
( sexuality. )
up to player
( connections. )
⚔ Dennis Creevey: Dennis is Colin’s absolutely closest friend in every situation; it doesn’t matter that they were raised as siblings. Even if Dennis and Colin had no shared bloodline running through their veins, Colin is confident they would have found each other and remained best friends regardless. When Dennis came out as fluctuating between male and non-binary, no one was more supportive than Colin. It is because of this--and due to Dennis being his younger sibling--that Colin is fiercely protective of Dennis.
⚔ Harry Potter: Colin has idolized Harry Potter and what he stands for since before the two even properly met one another (and it’s a relationship that’s only swollen with age). Colin trusts that Harry is the only one who can deliver the wizarding world into freedom in this war, and he knows he’ll stand behind the Boy Who Lived no matter what. But he also hopes that Harry realizes Colin has a great deal of potential and can do so much more than just create falsified documents for what Colin privately considers to be the real Order members. 
the role of COLIN CREEVEY is currently OPEN.
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Can Rah-Rah, Blah-Blah and Meh Accelerate Digital Health Innovation?
By MICHAEL MILLENSON
Can combining health tech “rah-rah,” health policy “blah-blah” and the “meh” of academic research accelerate the uptake of digital health innovation?
AcademyHealth, the health services research policy group, is co-locating its Health Datapalooza meeting, rooted in cheerleading for “Data Liberación,” with the National Health Policy Conference, rooted in endless debate about policy detail.
Sharing a hotel room, however, does not a marriage make. In order to get better digital health interventions to market faster, we need what I’m calling a Partnership for Innovators, Policymakers and Evidence-generators (PIPE). As someone who functions variously in the policy, tech and academic worlds, I believe PIPE needn’t be a dream.
The potential of digital health is obvious. Venture funding of digital health companies soared to $8.1 billion in 2018, up 40 percent from 2017, according to Rock Health, with another $4.2 billion invested during the first half of this year. Meanwhile, MedCityNews proclaimed 2019 “the year of the digital health IPO,” such as HealthCatalyst and Livongo.
Separately, Congress has sought to speed digital health innovation through bipartisan efforts such as the 21stCentury Cures Act and the formation last year of the Bipartisan Health Care Innovation Caucus. The Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) is also pursuing innovator and advocacy group input on regulatory relief.
Easing regulations can rev up the speed to market, but it doesn’t address ignorance of economically important policy specifics – for example, the requirements of the oncology care model – that can cause innovators to miss important opportunities.
Similarly, successful product development and marketing can hinge on knowing the latest evidence produced by researchers about, for example, text messaging and behavior change.
Policymakers, too, miss out when they don’t understand innovation (for example, the possibilities of patient portals versus interactive apps) or the digital health research the big-name journals overlook. Case in point: the niche Journal of Medical Internet Research just examined how a new generation of “e-patients” with chronic conditions is actively engaged “in the innovation of digital tools to meet their health-related needs.” Meanwhile, back on the policy front, HHS only recently promised to reassess the paper-and-telephone CAHPS survey.
To turn the PIPE dream into something tangible, each group’s questions need to get specific. For example:
How have entrepreneurs seen a product affected negatively by unanticipated policy developments or surprising research?
What different processes of information exchange would Congressional and agency staffers like to establish with entrepreneurs and researchers?
How can researchers better mainstream relevant digital health insights with “Internet speed”?
The next step would be assembling a small group from each community to discuss the answers to these and other questions at length and off the record. I’ve seen first-hand what happens when those in different fields spend uninterrupted time together with no need to worry about public posturing.
There are, to be sure, innovators, policymakers and evidence-makers who’ve already burst out of the silos; for example, researchers as entrepreneurs and vice versa, and members of both groups going in and out of government. (A prominent example: Aledade co-founder and chief executive officer, Dr. Farzad Mostashari.) But there remain too few examples of barrier crossing, and no mechanism for establishing the kind of ongoing relationships and enduring collaborations that are so important.
AcademyHealth noted that health data innovation has become “an integral part of all efforts to transform health care.” Nonetheless, as HHS chief data officer Dr. Mona Siddiqui told this year’s Health Datapalooza, “The power of the data…is only possible when data can be translated into actionable information.”
The common objective is better health for every individual and a higher-quality, more cost-effective health care system. PIPE – a Partnership for Innovators, Policymakers and Evidence-generators – can help ensure that actionable health data fulfills its transformational potential for reaching that goal.
Michael L. Millenson is president of Health Quality Advisors LLC and adjunct associate professor of medicine at Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine. This article originally appeared on Forbes here. 
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