Kalos Gyms Conquered!

This is just a minor detail, but I'm doing another rewatch of YOI and every time, I discover something new. So, while I was watching episode 1 tonight, I've noticed the bilingual writings in Russian and English at the GPF in Sochi.

First, we have the event badges (Russian & English) worn by the people at the venue, like Yuuri's:

...and only minutes later, we have the programme announcement on the wall of Iceberg Skating Palace:

I don't speak Russian, so I don't know whether the writing is correct, but that's beside the point. Mistakes happen when people aren't familiar with the language they try to translate into. What's important here is it that the YOI creators went to such lengths to make this show so realistic and went as far and visited figure skating competitions and locations. They had a very concrete and detailed knowledge about how everything looks and incorporated everything they've noticed into this beautiful, beautiful show. And this includes even such tiny details as these bilingual writings.

(For fans who've been in this fandom for longer than I, this is probably old news, but my point is that this attention to detail is so amazing and I adore it so much!)

hi!! ur m&l iceberg appeared on my dash, and i mmmight wanna make a premiere video abt it someday?? (if i'm able 2 get the right tools 4 the job kdkdjndg i wanna do game commentary and maybe reviews) but like!! do u mind explaining each of the points in crude detail?? i already know abt most of them as well, but just 2 be sure!! ty :D

I'm HONORED you'd consider making a video about my chart! However, I had some problems with answering this as Tumblr would frequently delete all of my progress. I assume this is because of the answer simply being too long, which is why I'll try to tackle three layers at a time. I will add more parts of the explanation with every reblog. I'm truly sorry but this is the only option.

Just as a little refresher, here's the full chart! Explanations are under the cut because this is gonna be long >:)

Alright let's get into this!

Layers 1 - 3:

Layer 1

-Seven games:

In total there's seven games in the Mario and Luigi series, five original titles (Superstar Saga, Partners In Time, Bowser's Inside Story, Dream Team, Paper Jam) and two remakes (Superstar Saga + Bowser's Minions, Bowser's Inside Story + Bowser Junior's Journey)

-Striped socks:

On the original artworks for the Mario and Luigi games, Luigi is seen wearing striped socks, something unique to this series. However, the socks haven't shown up in official artwork since Dream Team.

-Luigi running gag:

In the Mario and Luigi games there exists a common running gag that consists of Luigi being underestimated or completely forgotten by other characters. They'll often praise Mario while then either insulting or downplaying Luigi.

-Giant battles:

In Bowser's Inside Story and Dream Team there exists a form of battles known as "giant battles", during which Bowser (in BIS) and Luigi (in DT) turn massive to face off against giant enemies. The player has to flip their DS/3DS horizontally and dodge/fire off attacks by tapping the touch screen. In Paper Jam, there's also a form of battles called "papercraft battles" in which the player controls giant paper figurines, looking similar to the game's characters.

-Superstar Saga on Switch:

On February 8th 2023, Nintendo announced the port of several GBA games to Nintendo Switch Online, with Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga being one of them. Superstar Saga is currently the only title to be playable on Switch.

Layer 2

-Fawful in PIT:

In PIT there exists an optional area right underneath Peach's castle, in which you can observe a mysterious hooded figure. If you follow them with Baby Mario and Baby Luigi, the person reveals himself to be Fawful, who quickly starts telling the babies about his plan for revenge. He starts getting more and more emotional during his speech, but tells the babies that there's no need to worry about him. The player can then pay Fawful with beans in exchange for rare badges. This scene foreshadowes the entirety of Bowser's Inside Story, in which Fawful takes over the Mushroom kingdom, making his plan reality.

-The blorbs:

The blorbs are an illness that plagues the Mushroom Kingdom during the events of Bowser's Inside Story. If a Toad consumes a so called "Blorb Mushroom" they will get infected with the disease, causing their bodies to grow large and round, immobilizing them. The blorbs play an important role in the plot, as the illness is an important part of Fawfuls plan to take over the Mushroom Kingdom. During the end of the game, Dr. Toadley manages to get rid the blorbs, using the Miracle Cure.

-Luisley:

Luisley is the name of a popular ship in the M&L community. It is based on the idea of Luigi and Prince Peasley being in a romantic relationship. The game itself seems to heavily support this idea, as Peasley is often seen paying special attention to Luigi, and Luigi blushing when meeting the prince. This Tumblr post explains it in more detail.

-Gold beanie:

In Superstar Saga and Dream Team you can encounter enemies called Beanies. They're basically just green beans with and evil grin and tiny feet, and they're pretty easy to take down. However there exists a rare golden variant of these enemies, which have a high chance of fleeing every turn. Upon beating one, the playing receives a high amount of experience points as a reward.

-Alphadream filing for bankruptcy:

On October 1st, 2019, Alphadream, primarily known for their work on the Mario and Luigi series, filed for bankruptcy. This was most likely due to high development costs and bad revenue in return. What got the studio into that position in the first place probably were the bad sales of Superstar Saga's remake and Bowser Junior's Journey failing horrendously.

-No PIT remake:

While Superstar Saga and Bowser's Inside Story both received remakes, Partners In Time didn't get to enjoy that treatment. This was most likely due to Inside Story having better sales in comparison and Alphadream wanting to remake the most popular game in the series. However, them skipping the second installment and remaking the third game instead, still seems a bit odd.

-Shroobish:

Shroobish is the language spoken by the Shroobs in Partners In Time. It is written in a different alphabet and is totally indecipherable. The game does translate some words and sentences for the player, most notably the word destroy.

-Beanish and beanies are related species:

This is a popular theory created by fans that isn't mentioned in the game itself. The theory is based on the fact that Beanish and beanies share a lot of similarities, for example wide grins and green skin tone. The theory states that Beanish used to look similar to beanies, but evolved over time into what we know them as today.

Layer 3

-Cover art style change:

Superstar Saga as well as Partners in Time both have very detailed designs for their box art, while from Bowser's Inside Story onward the design is kept much simpler, just having a white background with the characters placed on top of it. It is important to note that the American version of Superstar Saga's remake uses the modern style, while the European version is a direct callback to the original's box art.

-Paper Jam hate:

Paper Jam is easily the least popular game in the series. This is due to the game's lack of original characters and story telling, which makes it stand out negatively when compared to the rest of the series. It had big potential, being a crossover with the Paper Mario series, but barley incorporated any of its elements, ending up as a rather boring M&L title, with Paper Mario as a playable character.

-Carrot minigame:

The carrot minigame is one of the many minigames present in Bowser's Inside Story and it's remake. Due to it's precise touch screen controls it is notoriously frustrating and difficult to beat, especially for younger players, slowly making it gain kind of a meme status amongst the community.

-Cacklebean:

Much like Luisley, Cacklebean is another popular ship in the M&L community, this time pairing Cackletta with Queen Bean. The idea is often backed up by Cackletta seemingly having a lot of knowledge about Beanbean Castle and its secrets, such as the security system surrounding the Beanstar. Queen Bean and the residents of the Beanbean Kingdom also never seem to mention Cackletta in any negative light whatsoever, often just insulting Fawful instead of her.

-Yoko Shimomura:

Yoko Shimomura is a Japanese composer primarily known for her work in video games, including the Mario and Luigi series. She also composed for games such as Super Mario RPG: Legend Of The Seven Starts and Kingdom Hearts.

-Headcanons:

This is a more community focused entry. Fans of the Mario and Luigi series often have a lot of different headcanons, some just adding more depth to certain characters while others change the story in its entirety. Since everyone's headcanons are different, everyone perceives the games differently and every fan stands out in their own unique and special way. Some popular headcanons include Cackletta being Fawfuls adoptive mother, Popple and Fawful being brothers or Peasley being gay.

-SSS difficulty spike:

The original version of Superstar Saga is kind of notorious for having a really weird difficulty spike with the game being pretty easy over all but then suddenly raising the difficulty out of nowhere before having it decrease again. Some examples of this are Wiggler and Trunkle going down in just a few hits while having much harder battles before and after them, Cackletta in Woohoo Hooniversity being a pretty tough challenge for this point of the game all while having the difficulty decrease again seconds later, and of course the final boss being absurdly hard and coming out of nowhere with the game refusing to prepare you for it at all.

-Popple is suffering from memory loss:

When encountering Popple in Dream Team, he does not recognize Mario and luigi at all, despite mentioning how he had trouble with people looking extremely similar back when he was still in the Beanbean Kingdom.

-Geno in the Fungitown arcade:

In Little Fungitown, the player will encounter Geno from Super Mario RPG while playing the Star 'Stache Smash minigame, where he will moderate the game and explain the rules. Geno is absent from the remake due to him not being owned by Nintendo.

Waltz of the Snowflakes

[a video, titled "Dekilou gym battle: Challenger Nika "Squid" vs Leader Augie - Jan 26, 2024. Winter field, 4v4"]

After a brief league intro card, the video begins. Some info pops up in the video layout, including current temperature and weather, just above freezing but raining. The camera is focused on a small frozen pond. On either end of the pond is a pontoon platform, frozen in place. Sparsely populated spectator stands can be seen, many people not wanting to be outside in the poor weather.

Squid is on one platform, wearing her cowboy hat and a light winter coat. He's bouncing one leg slightly as a sign of nerves, or if you know them well enough, to focus through the pain of her bad ankle.

The other platform holds Augie, the Dekilou Gym Leader. He looks to be in his early thirties, sporting a dark beard under a cap. He's wearing cargo shorts and a light rain jacket with league branding on it. A fishing rod is mounted to the platform, line dangling into a hole in the ice.

A drone camera flits past, gathering aerial shots and zooming in on Augie. "So you're the one Zephyr was talkin' aboot, eh? Now, I knows it's your first gym battle, but given your experience we'll give 'er a bit more challenge." He smiles.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Squid replies. Hovering a hand over their first pokéball, the battle begins.

Given analysis of past battles against challengers going for a second or third badge, Squid was betting on his first opponent being Abomasnow. Thus, Shortgrass hit the field, the small fire rodent using its claws for traction on the wet ice.

The temperature dipped as Abomasnow appeared. Rain shifted to sleet and then to snow, giving the ice-type a boost to its defenses and moves.

Squid's strategy is to have the Embrush get in close, hit it with Incinerate, and slide out of its range. This works once, dealing massive damage as an Ice Punch misses Shortgrass, sending out energy that freezes the slush on the court.

Augie laughs, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're fighting a gym leader here, y' should figure I got something to deal with fire-types." Squid registered this a bit late, yelling for Shortgrass to get farther away as the leader gave his next command. "Channel that failure into a Stomping Tantrum!"

The Abomasnow roars, slamming its arms down on the ice as Shortgrass scampers away. A wave of energy pulses out through the ice sheet, causing water to spray upwards as it cracked. The little fire-type squeaks as she gets hit by the move and sent flying. "Shortgrass!" Squid cries, as the Embrush lands unconscious nearby.

They recall her to her pokéball. "You did good, bud. Take a rest."

Taking a moment to think of a new plan and regain her balance on the now floating platform, Squid sends out Humus. The Skiddo hops across the ice flows, able to deftly pick safe landings. "Humus, Take Down!"

Leaping across the battle court, the grass-type cloaked itself in energy before hitting Abomasnow. The large pokémon was pushed backwards, tipping the iceberg up out of the water. Humus managed to get a foothold, but fell over when the ice hit the water again. A Powder Snow struck while he was getting back to his hooves.

Humus stood, shaking from the ice attack and cold water soaking his fur. One more Take Down finishes off the Abomasnow, but Squid is getting worried. It took almost two of her pokémon to remove the first opponent.

Augie sent out Avalugg next, the large pokémon shoving ice out of the way to land in the water. "Alrighty then! Charge ahead and use Ice Fang!" Barreling forward, the Avalugg readies its jaws to clamp down on the goat pokémon.

"Jump onto its back with Bulldoze!" Humus leaps up as the ice turtle snaps at where he was. Dropping back down, energy pulses out from his hooves, directly into the icy shell. Cracks spread out across its back and Humus hops to a nearby ice flow, wincing as the Frostbite continues to damage him.

The Avalugg swings around roaring, readying another Ice Fang. "Give it your all! Take Down!"

Humus' horns met Avalugg's jaws, both imparting their energy on the other. When the mist settles, both pokémon are completely worn out. Their trainers recall them. At this point the weather returns to rain.

"Uffda, that was powerful! Let's see how you deal with this though." He sends out his third pokémon, a Quagsire. It lands in the water, swimming through the path Avalugg made.

"Orpheus! Your turn!" The Procezant takes to the sky, circling the pond.

"That's the pokémon Zephyr told me aboot then? Good. Quagsire, use Chilling Water!" The salamander ducked underwater, drawing in frigid pond water and spitting it up at Orpheus.

"Ominous Wind, build up your squad!" Ghostly winds whip across the water, kicking up the waves and making Squid take a wider stance for balance. Several Spirit Doves form, flying around their leader.

The Quagsire began launching an Avalanche attack up at Orpheus. The chunks of ice fly wildly, aiming for quantity over quality. Two Doves take hits in place of the flock leader, but one does strike true. As they splash back into the water, the surface refreezes from the excess ice energy.

"Air Slash! Take 'em out!" Orpheus swooped low, gathering his troops to launch the attack. This proves enough to take Quagsire out of the fight.

Augie laughs again, grabbing the fishing rod. "Got me down to my ace, eh? But this battle isn't over yet!" He casts it into the pond, the pokéball at the end sending out a rocky fish pokémon. The Sturgeode slid forward into an open section of water, the gems along its stomach scraping the ice.

Now under the ice, it silently repositioned itself as the Procezant tried to pinpoint it from above. "Orpheus, send the spirits in for an Aerial Ace!"

The Spirit Doves dive, phasing through solid ice to try finding their target. Augie nodded to himself. "Interesting... The two of you fight well together. And with the little ghosts too. But let's reel in this battle here. Sturgeode! Rock Blast!"

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Large rocks smash through the ice, seemingly from all around the arena as the Sturgeode kept in motion while attacking. The first dissipates the flock of ghosts and the other two strike Orpheus, who drops from the sky. Calling the bird back to his pokéball, Squid sends out his final pokémon, Remmi. The remoraid dives into one of the holes in the ice, beginning an underwater battle.

The camera switches to a submerged view, dim light filtering through the ice sheet onto the plants and driftwood at the bottom. Sturgeode and Remmi are face to face, circling each other in the water column, listening for their trainers commands.

The battle resumes as Sturgeode uses Psychic to slam Remmi into the ice. A Bullet Seed breaks the bigger fish's concentration, freeing the remoraid who takes to the weeds to hide.

Sturgeode starts glowing as it builds up more psychic energy in its crystals, prepping for a powerful attack when Remmi reappears.

Thunk thunk from Squid's platform.

The aboveground camera catches the flash of orange from Remmi's Fire Blast before it blows apart the ice with steam. The Sturgeode was also thrown into the air, flipping tail over tip.

"Remmi! End this with Aqua Jet!" The remoraid burst from the pond cloaked in water, flying straight up to collide with her opponent.

Both splash back down into the water, but the armored fish is too tired to continue fighting.

"YEAH! Remmi we did it! That was so cool!" Squid celebrates, her pokémon leaping out of the water and into their arms as the video ends.

WYNONNA: “Out already? Didn't even have time to send flowers.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “It was just a fancy faint.”

WYNONNA: “Yeah, the cat made a bed in your ass crack.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “The doctor said I'm fine. I'm as healthy as an ox.”

WYNONNA: “With the cankles to match.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Listen. I am just here to tell Officer Haught that despite the day's events, she will not be getting my support.”

WYNONNA: “She saved your life, you incorrigible bitch.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Perhaps. But she does not belong here in Purgatory. She is not our... people.”

WYNONNA: “Are you a xenophobe or a homophobe?”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Why pick just one?”

WYNONNA: “Even though it was against her best interest, Nicole did the right thing. She always does the right thing, no matter what. That's the kind of person who should be Sheriff.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I'll keep that in mind.”

WYNONNA: “No. Bunny... shouldn't we talk about what really happened today? What's really got your pearls all twisted?”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I don't know what you're talking about.”

WYNONNA: “What you saw. Because you saw something, didn't you, Bun Bun?”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “It was just a dream, a terrible dream. Like the one where I'm on the cruise ship with all the shirtless... Portuguese sailors.”

WYNONNA: “Okay, there's a lot to unpack there. But no... you weren't dreaming. See, you think you want to know the things Nedley's been keeping secret. You don't. That monster you saw today, it's just... the tip of the iceberg.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Iceberg?”

WYNONNA: “If you don't back Nicole for Sheriff, I am sending that monster and all of his demon friends... to your house.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “You can't and you won't.”

WYNONNA: “Oh, bless your cold, withered heart. You think you could handle another "fancy faint"? Then Nicole Haught's gonna be the next Sheriff. Okay? Have a lovely day.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I need to get to church.”

WYNONNA: “You gotta book yourself that cruise.

*she turns around to see Nicole stood at the doorway*

How long have you been listening?”

NICOLE: “It would've been rude to interrupt.”

WYNONNA: “Naughty Haughty.”

NICOLE: “How's your head? Because... I feel like I can hear space and time. Hair of the dog?”

*opens two bottles of alcohol, hands one to Wynonna*

WYNONNA: “Officer Haught. At work?”

NICOLE: “Well, some rules are made to be broken.”

WYNONNA: “Huh. Maybe you would be a good wife.”

NICOLE: “Ah, thank you. But you're not my type. You cheat at drinking games.

*they laugh and Nicole holds out her bottle*

Truce?”

WYNONNA: “More than a truce. A win.

*they clink bottles*

You know, I used to think you were an outsider too. And that things would get too demony and you would... go and leave my sister with a broken heart.”

NICOLE: “Wynonna, I love her.”

WYNONNA: “Ew.

*smiles*

Also, you better.”

NICOLE: “And I love you, too. I mean, I know it's terribly unfair and sometimes I really get... jealous, because you get to be...”

WYNONNA: “Get to be what?”

NICOLE: “You.”

WYNONNA: “You know, you're staked to this land, same as me. You never had a choice.”

NICOLE: “What do you mean?”

WYNONNA: “It wasn't Black Badge who saved you from the Cult of Bulshar massacre, Nicole. It was an idealistic local cop.”

*pulls out a photograph of a younger Sheriff Nedley with his arm around a young girl - Nicole as a child*

I’ve said it before. While I really do not like that they had to blackmail Bunny to back Nicole for Sheriff when Bunny shouldn’t even be a part of what they do because she’s a discriminative asshole, I understand that it’s in character for Wynonna to do that for someone she cares about and will defend. So the sentiment of the latter outweighs the former. She could have just let Bunny make the remarks she did and sent her on her way, letting her believe whatever she wanted. But no, she layed into her because she knew that Nicole deserves to be Sheriff next election. And the fact Nicole was stood there watching the whole exchange and never made a move to intervene shows how much she appreciates the support from Wynonna even if that support was a threat towards Bunny and could land them in even more trouble.

It matters. It’s not something I would think of to do myself, but it matters because it’s Wynonna and Wynonna always does the crazy thing for love. Nicole understands that and knows this is just Wynonna’s way of helping her. So she doesn’t stop her and instead just lets her potentially create more chaos.

They’ll cross that bridge when they come to it.

If it comes to it.

Then there’s the other part to this conversation where they sit and drink and relate to each other, and Wynonna reveals that while she is cursed to stay in Purgatory to fight Wyatt’s revenant demons, Nicole also had no real choice about who she would end up becoming in Purgatory either. Meaning it’s not just because she’s dating Waverly why she’s in the show. And I really love that they included that because it simultaneously gives Nicole purpose as her own character within her own individual arc and gives her representation and development beyond just being a love interest but also tells us that she always was - is - meant to be with Waverly and as part of the team because she has ties to the supernatural life too that she can’t just leave behind because she’s “abnormal”.

Combined with the former scene and conversation - this is the creator and cast/crew basically telling us that being “abnormal” or an “outsider” isn’t something we ever choose to be. It chooses us. The only thing we choose is to accept and embrace it…

Or not.

Maybe it’s just me reading into the narratives and themes a bit more than I should with this episode but I think it’s clever that the writers combined a narrative about being unlucky and having to work through the hardships of that with someone else we don’t always have common ground with and a narrative about acceptance and support from that someone when we’re being discriminated against for being too “different” to belong in a place we had no real choice to be part of the social community of in the first place.

We get the hand that we are dealt and we deal with it because that’s the only thing we really can do to survive somewhere non-inclusive. And if we happen to find people within that social community that are just as much of an “outsider” as we are even if they were born and bred in it then we are lucky and we are worthy and we do deserve to be treated with respect no matter how “not our people” we are perceived as.

And this is how I interpret this episode and these couple of scenes. It might not be the intention. I could be entirely wrong about what the writer intends it to represent. But I’ve never been one for canon anyway.

I’ve always made up my own lore and narrative when watching TV art/entertainment and I really miss show creators that accepted and encouraged this and gave you enough room to interpret any of it any which way you want and choose so that it could be so much more meaningful to you each time you engaged with it. I didn’t think TV shows like this existed anymore. But I’ve been pleasantly and gratefully surprised with ‘Wynonna Earp’ and other stuff I’ve recently watched.

I hope that streak continues when I watch Arcane. Shows that put the storytelling first have my heart even if I might be entirely wrong what story that is. It doesn’t really matter because I don’t deal in canon. I never have and I never will. That’s how I watch shows.

Art is and should be in the eye of the beholder always.

Gotham Knights: Notable Gothamites

Detective Renee Montoya: Detective Montoya's conviction to honesty and justice rivals Jim Gordon's. She's fought against the rot and corruption of the GCPD since the day she made detective and has been continuing the fight best she can in the wake of Jim's death. She's one of the only people left in GCPD that can be trusted now that Commissioner Kane has turned the department against us.

Lucius Fox: One of my oldest, most trusted allies. Lucius is technologically savvy, a shrewd businessman, and never shy about speaking his mind, even to me. It's only because of Lucius that WayneTech has been able to flourish while I attended to other matters, and for that I will always be grateful to him. Despite leaving the company to Found FoxTeca, he remains a close friend.

Dr. Jada Thompkins: Jada followed in her mother's footsteps and has dedicated her life to helping Gotham's marginalized and poor. Her clinic-on-wheels visits underprivileged neighborhoods throughout the city and has been known to assist us in times of need. She believes in our work, same as her mother did, and has become a trusted ally over the years.

Oswald Cobblepot: Once branded "The Penguin" by Gotham's press, Oswald took the moniker as a badge of pride during his run as a criminal kingpin. His ambitions have softened recently, now the owner of the Iceberg Lounge. I don't trust his claims about going legitimate, but he's well connected and has served as a valuable source of information in the past, so until I have something concrete, I'll make use of him. Do not let his willingness to help fool you. He is cold and calculating. Oswald only serves one person: himself. He will only assist you if he knows he'll gain something out of it, especially if it'll hurt his enemies.

Dr. Kirk Langstrom: May have useful information. Langstrom has been conducting unethical experiments in a secret underground lab, including DNA splicing and alteration. He was murdered by an unknown assailant, though the official coroner's report lists cause of death as an accident. - B.G.

Elena Moreno: Judge Moreno is the go-to judge when building a case against Gotham's elite. She's willing to take on politically difficult cases when others might be intimidated or paid off. Jim trusted her with his biggest cases, and to date she has never betrayed that trust.

Jacob Kane: My uncle, as well as the CEO of Kane Industries, a military contracting company. We have maintained a pleasant relationship, despite my feelings about his company, and he has come to my [Bruce's] defense in the press from time to time. He's politically savvy and married to GCPD's Commissioner, Catherine Kane.

Catherine Kane: Catherine Kane is as tough as they come and could make a great Commissioner if she would focus that energy into cleaning up her department. Instead, she has set her sights on us, making us an enemy in exchange for good press. She is my aunt by marriage to my uncle Jacob, which makes family functions… uncomfortable.

MJA'S ENTRANCE CEREMONY

The student's ceremonial capes will be given to them via parcel with their acceptance letter.

Traditionally, those who had won gym battles, Coordinator contests, Pokemon performances or anything that had proven that they had achieved something, they must put their gym badges, ribbon, key, etc. into their ceremonial capes to represent the victories that they have earned throughout their journeys. It is usually 2nd/3rd years up to the 11th year.

After the students were dropped off by the Master Journeys Train, the students will then be guided by some of the staff and pokemon to where the ceremony will take place.

The entrence ceremony will be stationed at the stadium on the school campus grounds where fresh new students will gather for the ceremony.

All students of all years will be attending the ceremony, from the first to the eleventh years due to the purpose of not just welcoming new students into the academy but also to welcome the new school year for all students.

Once settled, the current Headmaster/Headmistress will start off with a speech to help welcome the students to a brand new year and a new start where they will learn, grow and experience new things for the path that they will choose in the future.

During this time, the pokemon (Both Staffs and residents of MJA) will also participate in being part of the welcoming ceremony, either there to listen and to meet the students or giving some snacks and patrolling for anything that might go wrong.

After the speech and some snacks, an array of demonstrations will be displayed at the stadium to show the students of one of the many courses they can take.

There will be four demonstrations for four different representations of what type of trainer they will be.

The main four are Battling, Researching, Coordinating, and Performing.

Students from 9th to 11th years are traditionally the ones to represent the four demonstrations for welcoming ceremonies every year and are either personally picked by the Headmistress or are volunteers.

But the students that were picked or volunteered must have a decent experience on the field of one of the demonstrations.

Official selections happens 2 weeks before the ceremony.

Battlings goes first among the four demonstrations.

The most common rule for this demonstration are that there arent any use of power ups (Mega evolution, Z-Power, Gigantamax, etc.) during battles, so that they can have an even playing field and give an example of what a common pokemon battle looks like.

Next is the field of Researching.

The students will be displaying an array of research and studies of various subjects like technology, biology, chemistry, etc. to show how far they have gone in their studies in the respective course they are in.

After Researching, its Coordinating.

The rule of no power ups is present at this demonstration aswell.

There is a choice of adding some accessories to both Coordinator and their pokemon but they must still wore their ceremonial capes throughout the ceremony.

This rule also applies to the other four demonstrations and will only be removed when necessary (ex. PPE or a need of more flexibility)

Last but not the least is Performing.

There will be a brief explanation beforehand at the difference between the Coordinating and Performing, considering the confusion between these two.

The theme performance, the first competition of the Pokemon Perfromance/Showcase, is different every year but at times it is Pokemon quiz due to pokemon performing being the last demonstrations and it will help summarize the whole four demonstrations.

Soon after all the Four demonstrations are at the end, the Headmistress will then give one last small speech for everyone to remind everyone that they are just beginning their journey, and so much more will unfold on the world that they will explore with their Pokemon as they four demonstrations they have just now is just a tip of an iceberg.

After all that, the students will then be guided by the Staff (Both People and Pokemon) to their assigned dorms and will announce of what will happen at the following week.

The Only Truth - Series

Pairing: Oz “The Penguin” Cobblepot x F!Reader

Rating: T (Curse words, implied sexual relationship, betrayal, adult themes)

Description: Oz trusted you-Only you-With his livelihood, with his business, with his heart. And you betrayed him in the worst way possible.

Author’s Note: This is a little work in progress. Nothing is for certain, but it was just a thought I had to articulate into a story. I plan on adding little one shots here and there, involving different periods of time within this relationship.

Second

Third

You envied vengeance, anonymous justice felt so much sweeter, to put on a mask and pretend that you had done something worth celebrating. There was no glory in this, no victory, you were a traitor, a pig, one of them, and for what? Some stupid job where you walked around with a flimsy badge bowing your hip. Part of the so called special club that didn't pay well and had no real benefits. Your fingers twitched over the handgun, neatly holstered at your side. The commotion around you, activating an uneasiness, a caution, everything felt like it was in slow motion; you felt like you couldn't breath, you felt like the heavy weight on your chest far exceeded that of the tactical vest that covered it.

 Gotham City Swat was storming the crowd, club lights flashed, music pumping and pounding in tantum with your growing heart rate, patrons screamed and ran for the exits. It was like interrupting a college frat party on a larger scale: you were watching people hide their drugs, you were watching people hide their faces, you were watching people flea through exits you didn't even know existed. Your entire body was frozen in place, feet planted to the metal floor of the Iceberg Lounge as you stared around with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.

 Slowly, you lifted your head to the floor space that held at the top of a steep set of metal stairs, overlooking the club. The dim light beamed through it's windows, signaling its lack of vacancy, you wished that wasn't the case. You cared little for anyone else, cared little for the drugs, the money, the criminals and dirt bags that prowled the Iceberg Lounge. There was only one man that you really cared for, and you hurt for him, you hurt for this moment that had been so many years in the making. Your feet moved of their own volition, tears streamed down your cheeks as you walked. This was your operation and so this would be your burden.

 Your opposite hand clutched onto a piece of paper, scribbled on with black ink, yet, carrying the entirety of the events unfolding around you. Wasn't that insane? To think that a single document could cause so much, that a mere signature had the ability to metastasis your grief. You had never thought you'd make it this far, but the day you realized you would, you could only imagine guilt and sorrow. Your boots thumped with each lift to the metal stairs, sounding out beneath you as you rose. Once at the top, you glanced one more time at what was happening below, hundreds of people attempting to vacate as the team searched for specific faces and specific items. It was a chaotic scene, and it was all your doing. You closed your eyes and sighed, your nostrils inhaling again the scent of sweat and booze that permeated the club's atmosphere.

Your freehand gripped the railing, attention turning to the dark hallway that split two ways; one leading to the changing rooms and the other leading to the man you had been dreading the thought of ever having to face again. You carried onward, somehow, despite yourself. The darkness enveloping you from the flashing lights, you passed through a wave of beads as you approached your destination. Each step forward wounded you, like being stabbed over and over again, except not by an enemy or an opposing force, but by yourself. The tears left trails that painted your cheeks, glistening off the plush skin, dripping off the edge of your jaw.

  There was only light at the end of the hallway, even as brief sputters of color filtered through the lengthy windows that spanned the walkway. You could hear him then, pacing, muttering something to himself, and the sound of his voice almost stopped you. Perhaps he was on the phone, making an important call, tying up some loose ends, the one that got away. There was no getting away from what you had done. When the light of his office streamed out across your skin, revealing your presence at the entrance, he stopped completely. His dark eyes met you and you could read the mixture of emotions that flowed from him; rage, misery, confusion. His face wrinkled, he was on the phone, he quickly hung up and shoved it in the breast pocket of his suit.

"Well, go on, honey..." He snarled, "Place is yours to scope out so I've heard." In all the time you had known Oz, never was his anger directed toward you. And understandably, you couldn't blame him. For so long, you whispered sweet words into his ear, you kissed his scars and soothed his loneliness, all leading up to the one day you would betray him.

"I-" It took you a moment to find your voice, and the tears streaming down your cheeks might had been crocodile tears in his eyes. "I-I have a warrant." You held up the document, which he didn't even take a second to acknowledge. He scowled deeply at you, closing his eyes and turning away.

"I don't give a fuck. Do what ya' gotta do and get the fuck out'a here." There was no apology that could make up for this. He welcomed you into his embrace, into his home, had even offered you a diamond ring worth more than any amount of income you had collected in this worthless job. He called you sweetheart and kissed your forehead and told you about himself, told you more than anyone ever knew. Yet, here you were, nothing to him now. All of that love, true love that you held for him, it meant nothing. Not after this. Not after having finally revealed yourself to him.

  You remembered the last time you spoke, you hadn't seen him for a few days and he was genuinely worried about you. The both of you did live together after all, and he always knew where you were in some fashion. If the twins weren't watching over you for protection, then he was there and if he wasn't there, then he was surveilling your location via phone. With the raid just around the corner, you knew you needed to get out of there before Oz suspected you in some way. It was the worst thing you had ever done, even worse than turning down Oz's proposal in a crowded room.

He was scared. You heard his resolve wavering over the phone as he spoke to you.

Come home, baby. I'm worried about ya’. Whatever it is going on, we can fix it together.

No. You saw what Oz did to cops, you revealing yourself as one would only put a target on your back, the worst kind. No matter how much you wanted to tell him, you knew that it wouldn't end the way you wished. You wished it could be so simple, you could remain with Oz as your real self, be with him like you had found yourself wanting to more and more with each passing day. But the reality was this: he was a crime lord, you were a cop, neither mingled, neither could. In his world, you should be dead. In your world, he should be in jail.

It was over.

"Oswald?" You cried that night. "No matter what happens, I need you to know that I love you. I love you so much."

"Honey, sweetheart, my love, you know I love you too. What's wrong?! Did someone threaten you? Did I do something you didn't like?! Talk to me, please. Please come back home."

You hung up on him.

Home. Home had become wherever he was. For seven years! Home was where he was! If he was with you, you were home. The materialistic belongings that you had acquired over the years, they didn't even matter, none of it mattered. The flat screen TVs, the expensive and custom made furniture, the classic paintings that he would buy for you just because he could, the loads of jewelry, the giant bathtub, the dresses and shoes and purses; all luxuries that had become your shared splendor with none other than the man you were supposed to be incriminating.

It was easy in the beginning, another job, another attempt at putting away one of the most proficient crime bosses in Gotham City. But then you started to fall in love and then he, the man that loved no one and nothing, he started to fall in love too. You had thought your tears were spent, cried out of you, every last drop in the days leading up to this, but they ceased to have an end. Even as your eyes hurt and your body ached and your heart exploded with pain.

  You quietly tucked the paper away in your back pocket, beginning your search. You wanted to throw up as he watched you with a narrowed glare that burned straight through you. Being his significant other all these years, had garnered you access to all of his stashes. You knew where he kept his unlicensed guns, the stacks of cash, the considerably large amount of drugs that he would disperse throughout the club through his waitresses. With gloved fingers, you shoved these items into a large box you had pulled from the corner of the room. You held back sobs the whole time, lifting the couch cushions, opening secret compartments, procuring bugs that you had planted ages ago. You could only imagine what he was thinking.

  The both of you had good memories in this room and he probably thought all of it was fake, he probably thought that all of it meant nothing. Trying to argue that point would only anger him more, he hated you now and he always would. Explaining to him that your trained persona was actually who you really were, only under a different alias, would make no difference. He had given you loyalty and care and love, the likes of which he never gave anyone else and, in his eyes, you had burned it to the ground.

  You halted at the table closest to the window that overlooked the club, your eyes catching the golden tray where he kept all of his jewelry; his rings, his watches, golden chains, the man enjoyed looking expensive. There, resting on top of the pile, was the watch you had gotten him all those years ago. It was at the beginning of your relationship, you wanted to impress him. Engraved on the side was none other than the words from one of your favorite poems, by Luíz Vaz de Camões: Love is a fire that burns unseen. You thought it might had been too soon at the time, but when he saw it, all your doubts were put to rest. He wore it everyday and seeing him without it only solidified the damage that you had done.

"Yeah, you can take that too." He gestured dismissively at the object that you held between your fingers. The object he once coveted as if it was his own heart. "S'not like it came from a place of love, right? Just another tactic to weasel your way into my good graces." You bit your bottom lip when it wobbled, using the back of your wrist to wipe the tears away. You must had looked so weak and vulnerable in that moment, pathetic even. This was what you wanted all those years ago, remember? When they were looking for someone to go undercover, you agreed to this. You agreed to enter the Penguin's ranks, feigning friendship and later adoration. You wanted to see your name in the papers, you wanted to get a promotion. Little did you know that you'd end up being such a mess for it. Be careful what you wish for, karma biting you in the ass seven years later. You were a different person now.

 You lifted your watery gaze, attempting to be strong in the face of his disgust and irritation.

"I'd really like you to have it." You whispered, voice cracking as you spoke. Oswald licked his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he stepped into whatever space was left between you.

"You're kidding me, right?!" He hissed, inches from your face, "Do you have any idea what you've fuckin' done? Hmm?" He stepped closer, his body pressing closely to your side now. "Do you understand what's happened here?" You gulped, having to glance away for a moment and collect yourself before looking to him again.

"You can hate me all you want, wish me dead, do your worst. I know what I've done, I know the consequences of my ways." You gritted your teeth, a bad taste on your tongue. "But..." Your breath hitched and you had to take a deep breath. His cologne flooded you like his warmth, it took all of your will power not to lean into him for security and affection. You had missed him all these days, but you knew that things would never be the way that they once were. "I beg you to keep this. Please." You held the watch out to him, hoping he would take it.

"What? You got a tracker in there? A listening device, o' some shit?! Seems like you got one everywhere else!"

"Oz-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" He snarled, causing you to flinch away, then so abruptly he paced with hard strides to the other end of the room. "Seven years, and you act like it meant nothing! You come in here with your fake tears and your big badge and you act like everything is right as rain!"

"I don't know what to tell you." You placed the watch down in the bowl and hesitantly spun to face him. "There's nothing I can say, or do, to make this better."

"You're fucking right there isn't! Your words mean nothing to me now! You're a liar!" You clenched your fists at your sides as he continued to scream at you, just as you expected he might. "I hope you watch your back! Because I'm not gon' kill ya', but someone is gonna want you dead. You understand that?!"

"You don't have to remind me." You chewed the inside of your cheek, gathering the box you had put together.

"Goddammit!" His hand grabbed his hip and swiped the other across his face. "What the fuck?!" He shook his head, "Seven years and you didn't think to tell me this shit! You didn't think to mention: Ey, by the way, I'm a fucking cop!"

"There was nothing I could do about it! I tried to get out, I did..." You went to the station, you begged the commissioner to end the investigation, you begged them to end this. "I didn't want this."

"But look at where ya' are, look at what you're doin'. You're killin' me here, this is killin' me." His chest heaved with heated breathes, for a brief moment, his eyes softening on your hunched and distraught form. He closed his eyes and his head tilted in discomfort from to side, he winced. "FUCK!" He yelled, "I gave you everything. I would have given you the world if you asked for it."

  Oz didn't have a good knee, oftentimes he needed to wear a brace beneath his pant suits to accommodate the handicapped limb. But when he asked you to marry him and to be with him for the rest of your lives, he got down on one knee. You wanted to say 'yes', instead you cried. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you.

I hope those are happy tears.

He had teased, smiling nervously and expectantly. Getting down on one knee was a task for him, in and of itself, but he did it for you. They weren't happy tears. You couldn't marry him and then instantaneously crush him all the same. It had gone too far. When you shook your head, his smile instantly faded. You both might had shared the same penthouse, but he didn't talk to you for days, even when you tried to explain yourself. The pain he felt then was nowhere near the pain he was feeling now.

His whole life, he had always been lesser in the eyes of others. On the streets, he worked his butt off to make a name for himself, to prove to others that he was a force to be reckoned with. And it worked. After that, all he needed to do was bide his time and wait. He hadn't anticipated Falcone being dropped dead by a bullet to his chest, but then that was his chance. It took him no more than a year to take over Gotham's criminal underworld completely. And when he did, he decided it was time to pop the question. He had everything, he could give you everything. When you turned him down, it only made him realize that he still wasn't good enough. Now this?! Come to find out, you were undercover this whole time. You were a parasite, on the inside, leaking info without a care in the world.

Why did you smile then? That smile that once warmed his cold heart. Why? Why was it that you let him hold you so dearly? Why did you not shy from his touch? Why did you crave him?

You must had been a great actor.

Because who would ever want someone like him? Without motive, who would want to be with him? No one. Being King of Gotham was a lonely position to hold, where he once thought you his Queen, he no sooner realized you were just another snake in his garden, another Judas like anyone else could be.

"I'm a terrible person, the worst kind." You muttered, blinking more wetness from your eyes. "I'm done here." You turned to leave, but he called you by your alias and stopped you in your tracks. That wasn't your name, but it might as well had become who you were. He had called you by it for so long, you would have forgotten your real name if not for the conversations you had weekly with the intel department of the GCPD.

"I should kill you." He announced, you calmly faced him, box tucked to your side.

"You should..." You sniffled, "Not sure I'll be able to live after this."

"Sure ya' won't." He scoffed, just another lie to him. "Ya'know, this might not matter to some pig like you, but I loved you. Fuck it, I still love you." He shook his head, "And that's why I can't kill you, no matter how much I want to right now. No matter how much I want to stick a bullet between your eyes." He closed in on you, like a predator to its prey, salivating at the mouth for a taste to watch you suffer. And you deserved it. "You live by the good grace of what's left of my goddamned heart." His frown deepened, emphasizing the wrinkles in his face and the pronounced divots of his scars. You gasped when his palm rose up to cup your cheek, he shook his head as his sight traced over every feature and little micro expression on your face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You would have hated me just the same as you do now." You whimpered, your eyelids slid shut and you rested your cheek into his palm. "And I never had the guts to pull the plug. I didn't want it to end."

"I don't even know who ya' are." His voice was raspy and low, cracking at the seams, you had broken him.

"Perhaps it's better that way." When your eyes opened, you saw liquid droplets brimming his own. You had never seen him cry before, never. You were his weakness, the one thing he always feared losing. This was far worse than ever losing you.

"Go fuck off to the hole you came from. I never want to see you again." His hand fled your cheek, burying itself into a pocket inside his suit. From there he procured a small box. "And one last thing..." He carelessly dropped it in the box. "It was worth a small fortune, I'm sure you can pawn it for a good price."

"Oz-"

"Get out! Now!" As you trudged out of his office and back through the weaving path you followed once before, you felt completely devoid of yourself. You didn't know how you were even moving, you felt disconnected as words passed through your ears, the music still in beat, clubgoers continuing to make their exit.

Soon you were out in front of the Iceberg Lounge, carrying a box. With nothing but pain and grief for what you had done.

"Did you do it?" Gordon asked as he approached, squinting at you, he could tell you weren't well. Before entering the club, you announced that only you would be confronting Penguin, now you wished you had done the cowardly thing in not showing up at all.

"It's all here." Your voice cracked, face freshly wet as you blinked at him and extended the box. He sent you a somber nod in understanding, accepting the evidence you had collected. "Jim, I-" You sighed, retrieving the small box that Oswald had thrown in with the other items of importance. You then proceeded to remove your rubber gloves, carelessly tossing them over your shoulder. Next, you grabbed your gun and your badge, placing them gently into the box despite them disrupting the evidence there. "Tell the big man I'm done."

"(Y/N)?" His confusion didn't accomplish it's goal in altering your decision, your mind had been made up. "I'm sorry." He followed, instead of trying to berate you for having feelings as you knew any other cop would. In your world, Oswald Cobblepot was seen as scum. In your heart, he was the man you loved and cared about and betrayed.

"I'll call you." Gordon nodded and you accepted that as closure enough. You held the small velvet box firmly in your grasp as you squeezed through the sea of police officers once more.

You wished the universe wasn't so cruel. You wished Gotham city's justice wasn't served cold. You wished you had given up the badge years ago.

Maybe then you wouldn't be holding a ring that signified the end of the best thing that ever happened to you.

911 season 7 episode 2:

we know this man waving a gun around and shooting people is eeeeevil because he says lady captain.

mr. cruise director has the dongle! because he's eeeeevil too. or at least stupid

fjdk i was expecting them to pull a "i'm not a medical doctor" with how this guy was acting, but no, he IS a gp, it's just that for the drama we need bobby to have to tackle this alone

asshole driver: "are you important? do you matter?" fjkdfd. cool it with the existential questions, my guy

"you come at me again, i'll have your badge." "i'm not a police officer." "a- and you won't be anymore either!" smooth save! well done! also love that when chimney says he's not police we see him just turning away from giving hen a confused Look. besties!

ah, of course we need to give hen a guilt complex over a choice she makes as captain.

having a firefighter be in charge of taking care of your gunshot wound is really...... gambling with your life! ba-dum tss!

bobby answering to "are you happy?" with "yeah. yeah, i am." somewhat bafflingly had me close to tearing up. god, i love that for him.

said "nooo" out loud when machine room man followed the cable and opened the door. the poor guy did not deserve that :(

anyway, a bomb! if only starsky and hutch had been on this boat doing tense homoerotic bomb collection in weirdly long sweaty scenes, this could all have been prevented

not at ALL the point here (everything is sad and awkward in understandable ways, i'm not getting into it), but this is such a gorgeous jacket

guy who desperately wants his chips cashed out: "did we hit an iceberg or something?" fjdkfd. do you think they ever play titanic in cruise ship movie theaters, or is that a subtly banned sort of movie? also, second titanic reference in two episodes, together with the comment athena's therapist made! can we get three?

i know the wife guy trope has fallen out of favor, but. bobby is doing it very well.

SO annoying that athena doesn't pick up her phone while she's on a sinking cruise ship taking on duties that the injured captain can't perform. >:(

fdjkf i love that karen is absolutely right when she tells hen that athena and bobby's cruise is going to be totally fine and there's nothing to worry about, except this is the world of People Who Are Involved In Big Giant Emergencies Every Two Weeks, so hen, in worrying way too much, is the one who's actually right. these two episodes are just married couples with one partner WAY overreacting in a way that turns out to be Correct. if things keep going this way in a few more seasons they might start to figure out they're main characters.

now bobby is WET and still looking for his wife. the universe just doesn't want to give this man the normal sweet honeymoon he was trying to have.

"where is she?" "saving the ship." "of course she is." tired wet middle aged golden retriever man considers wishing his wife were a little less heroic: part [insert number here].

fjdkfd. hen on her hunch going straight to the 911 call center, my god.

"you wanted an activity we could do together." taking a wild guess, i'd say this wasn't on bobby's list, but at least you've got some nice mood lighting

they ARE getting me with the bobby/athena scene here. they absolutely are.

also. i can't not think about due south mountie on the bounty at least a little bit. truly impossible not to do that

fjdkfd. always nice if you're a fictional character who does terrible things and then gets a very dramatic chance to prove you're maybe also an okay person

the chief going "YOU can't find their cruise ship?" seems like a deeply correct sort of response to me

fjdjfkdjk. hen looking shocked and upset when the chief tells her that the los angeles fire department isn't responsible for actively looking for ships that haven't sent out any sign of distress and are in an area they're not responsible for in the middle of the ocean, which is also not the fire department's usual sort of thing... that's very funny, very 911.

"i really don't feel like being second-guessed right now" says hen, while following a slightly insane hunch that could cost her her job and probably deserves a little second-guessing. or one-and-a-half-guessing, at least. love you so much, hen, but the only reason this will work out is because you've got writers behind you.

fdjkfdjkfdfd. of COURSE a man had to drop onto the (very pretty!) skylight after the boat turns upside down. we can't be told about a goofy thing athena fears because it happened in a tv movie and then NOT have that pay off at the end of the next episode! wonderful, i love it, this is huge dramatic 911 nonsense at its best. <3

Dang, that emstefani person is weird. I blocked them because of that dumb Tumblr Donation™ badge, and it looks like that was the telling tip of the iceberg

It's like a train wreck I just can't look away. Every time I pick up my phone I've been sent some new grade A buffoonery and I'm here like

By the way I have the Iceberg Badge now. Fancy looking thing, too. The ones in Kalos all do.

The Gym Leader asked if I was headed to the League now. I looked him dead in the eyes and said "the only place I'm going at this hour is my bed."

He laughed. We're taking that win

speaking of horror content tho and speaking as someone who has gone deep into certain communities and seen how trends have emerged over the years, i really think that access to gore videos and Real Deaths caught on video and fucking. “gore/not safe for life” icebergs has poisoned the minds of a lot of people and spurred this weird urge to create more violent, depraved content to keep up with the real awful shit u can find online with just a little searching. its not even like. idk purity culture, like if u want to watch the guinea pig franchise with gratuitous piles of gore, go for it, but the injection of like real life atrocities into these pieces of content and the need to create and present the Most Awful things is a little distressing tbh. things are bleak out here in the real world of course, horror reflects the state of society, but goddamn. making a fucking movie about junko furuta or sylvia likens is still unforgivable. their lives are not spectacles for u to watch to feel proud that u can sit thru all those torture. watching videos of real people being fucking tortured is not the same as actors in a movie. “oh its ok because they were in the cartel” “we can’t know for sure its not faked” it doesn’t matter, the violent deaths of real people are not Content for u to Consume. being able to watch gore and violence isn’t a badge of honor. fuck.

misleading interviewers with "fake"/"really unlikely" informations (ex: The Iceberg)//

Anyone else wonder about the brother information? Because damn that woman with him at the premiere looks like him lol it just seemed a calculated answer to me. Not that I blame him or think it’s wrong, but I’m still having trouble believing that wasn’t his sister

She had a staff badge clipped to her bag (if you watch back through some of the video footage carefully you can see it) - she was likely used to help direct talent that arrived solo, so they’d know where to go and when, etc.

Considering how private Ewan is, it makes sense that he’d go to the premiere by himself, or at least have any attending friends/family, etc. keep their distance in front of cameras.

Also, I don’t think Ewan is deliberately trying to mislead anyone, he’s just desperate to keep who he is as a person separate from the characters he plays. I don’t get the impression that fame is something he particularly wants.

Hi again! Anon from before about the straw hat icons. I checked in the tumblr mart but I don't think it's there anymore :(

Even if it was i probably wouldn't wanna pay to get it 😅 just got so curious coz it was such a cute badge?? Also after watching the live action of one piece it's kinda awakened something in me... the urge to pick up where i left of in the anime is real 😭

that's such a shame, they were free as well 😭😭😭

honestly I 100% recommend continuing one piece!!! the live action was only the tip of the iceberg,, the whole story is phenomenal 🤩

if you want to continue but feel overwhelmed with the amount of episodes then I recommend reading the manga! it's a lot faster and the pacing is very good 🙆🏼‍♀️ you won't regret it!

Gears accidentally becomes Iceberg’s sugar daddy after Iceberg attempts and fails bc he tries to show his condolences and reassure Iceberg but the only way he knows how to is through gifts. Iceberg has no clue what the fuck is going on but he got a new desk and a new chair and a shiny level 3 clearance badge so he’s just gonna see where this goes

gears, looking at the “gift giving” and “acts of service” section of the love language infographic glass shared on scipnet: this is good. i’m going to get a good grade in Emotional Support, a thing which is normal to want and possible to achieve

iceberg, who has glass muted and thinks a “love language” is when you pick up italian to score with hot chicks: thanks for the new printer gears but are you feeling alright

First Appearance: Man of Steel #3 (November, 1986)

Story: Ever since she was a little girl, Margaret Pye and her parents we're not financially sound, and whenever her mother would bring home even the cheapest piece of jewelry, Maggie was immediately drawn to the shine in which the ring would deliver. Over the years, the fascination for shiny objects would grow and grow, and often whenever her classmates would show off their own expensive jewelry, Maggie would be immediately drawn to the shiny diamonds, and gold necklaces. Often she would attempt to steal them from her classmates, and would often be mocked for her habits and was then called Magpie. The name and habits would only fester when she reached high school, and her skill of thieving would begin to rise. For the entirety of her high school years, she would admire the objects from afar as she would spy on each of her classmates, and would learn their locker combinations. The first piece she would steal was an emerald ring from her school bully, Samantha Johns. Next was a sapphire necklace from Sam's girlfriend Brittany Barrows, and a pair of pearl earrings from Tameka Roberts, and this was only the tip of the Iceberg for Magpie. She would even rob the school board of their shiny valuables; not even the principle's solid gold watch was safe from the Magpie. According to rumor, Pye had acquired nearly 700,000 dollars worth of stolen jewelry and many other objects which shined bright like a diamond. To avoid suspicion from the student body, Margaret had in her trips from school would either steal, buy, or make her own counterfeit jewelry in an effort to fool the victim that what they wore was still their legitimate prize, and if one was to suspect her, she would leave her stolen prize in another student's locker in an effort to throw anyone off of her trail. Most times, those methods worked swimmingly in her favor, until one day Margaret had become to greedy and careless. One hot Monday morning, Margaret was caught with her hand in the cookie jar after being set up by Sam, Brittany, and Tameka who had overheard her bragging to herself about the emerald ring Pye had stolen and witnessed her leaving the office of the city councilor with a pair of silver earrings. falsely spread rumors about a pearl necklace; one of which was so large that it could shine as bright as the sun. In the end, Margaret was met with half of the student body getting their own ounce of revenge, and leaving her beaten, and not only expelled from her high school, but was arrested for thievery and for framing others with the fake replicas. Since then, the obsession would take complete control of her, as she was often seen trying to steal the guards leys, as well as their badges in an effort to claim shiny things again. Most times she would sent to solitary confinement repeatedly. For her, it was a miracle that she had gotten out of prison, while for others it was a curse. For many years later, her old school bully was selling a grapefruit sized moonstone which shinned like the moon in the light. However what Sam and her wife Brittany had not known, was that the night before, ye had stolen the stone and replaced it with another replica, only this time this one was quite deadly. When Sam had set the stone onto the booth for auction, the stone had exploded, killing Sam in the process. All that was left behind in the crime scene was a grieving Brittany, a lone feather from the bird which gave her the name she had long since been cursed to carry, and a bewildered playboy who would eventually seal the thief's fate when the feather would fall right into his hand, and an equally shocked patron who was quite impressed with the crime, and witnessed the feather of the bird and sought to make hire this criminal to his own services.

Real name: Margaret Pye Occupation: Professional Criminal Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Blue Hair: Red, White(wig) Height: 5ft 7n Weight: 120lbs

Attributes: Known for having a compulsion for stealing any object which is shiny. Suffers from both Kleptomania and Shiny Object Syndrome. Uses fakes which not only look similar to the stolen object, but are also known to explode. Harbors a fierce hatred/ rivalry with Catwoman. Skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Uses the custom claws of her design for her endeavors and for combat. High intelligence despite certain circumstances. Often works as both her own agent, but also a well trusted thief of the Penguin.

Dream voice actress: Rachel Matthews.

Featured song: Pretty Shiny Things by Kassi Ashton

Notes:

One of the rogues that I find to be a bit underrated, Magpie totally deserves more respect than she deserves. Well maybe not the older incarnation, but the newer one is a bit cooler. Though writers do use her these days, I'm still waiting for a definitive Magpie story. Plus Batman needs more women in his rogues gallery.

So the design is based in not only the newer take, but also a bit of the classic look in terms of the glasses, belt, and a little bit in her gloves.

I'm gonna have to admit something. I DO NOT like Beware the Batman. I don't like the CGI, 60 percent of the characters designs, like Batman's for example, and I don't like how they used Pyg. I mean I don't know what the hell they did to Lazlo, but that eco-terrorist thing, was not Pyg. He should have just been left alone, and that goes for Anarky too. I mean really. What were they thinking in making him this Batman's arch enemy?! If anyone, it should have been Two-Face. But oh wait, they didn't start using him until near the end of the season/run! Same for Penguin who pretty much got the shaft as a poster and a mere mention. I really hate how the classic rogues got screwed over, and don't even get me started on the whole Joker situation. That is a can of worms all on it's own. But what I did like ewas the updated Magpie design. Though I didn't like how they tried to make her of all people Catwoman of this shoe and those nails. Just why? So that's kind of why I opted for the gloves being the key to her nails, and straight out of her fingers like the mutant from X-Men, whose name escapes me.

Although I do like the updated design they gave to Magpie back in Beware the Batman, I do admit that they should have tones it down. So I went with what you see above.