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mina-saiyat · 4 months

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Crystal Snow (Mina)

A/N: Again, happy new year! Sorry the story is coming out a little bit late, but there it is. An idol OC with the Mina, she's not the secretary anymore. There should be a smut part, actually, but I don't really have the mood to write it, so I just keep the fluff part. Anyway, thanks for your support, and please enjoy.

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Like a wee, crystal star

I should drift, I should blow

Near, more near,

To my dear

Where he comes through the snow.

“Snow Song” by Sara Teasdale

11 July, 2019 JYPE Building

Hello, this is JYPE.

This is an announcement regarding the status of Mina’s health.

Mina is currently struggling with sudden extreme anxiety and insecurity towards performing on stage. No exact diagnosis has been identified yet, and we are consulting with several medical professionals to verify the cause in detail.

After extensive discussion with Mina and members of TWICE, we have decided that Mina’s current condition requires additional treatment, professional measures, and sufficient rest. Along with this decision, Mina will not be attending the following schedule:

– TWICE World Tour 2019 “TWICELIGHTS”

Health of our artist is our top priority, so we will do everything possible to provide the best possible measures including medical treatment and sufficient rest for Mina’s recovery.

We ask for the sincere support of fans so that Mina can recover soon.

Thank you.

‘You promised me you won’t let Mina gets hurt! What are you doing?’ Your roar occupies the room, the others try their best to keep their breath as quiet as they can, not wanting to ignite you further.

‘I know, Y/N. But Twice is still growing rapidly, we cannot stop at this moment. Other girl groups are chasing their progress real quick, you know how success Blackpink and IZ*ONE this year. I am really sorry about Mina, but we just… I hope you can understand, Y/N.’ The tone of the CEO seems sad, but you couldn’t feel any on her face.

‘No matter what, you should not make any of the artist overwork or get any injury. Is this what you call JYP Nation? A family? This definitely not a part of the core value of PD nim’s idea.’

‘Park Jin Young xi is not responsible for the management of the artist anymore, the core value he has maybe different with us.’ The CEO still answers in a tone that he seems really not care.

You cannot hold your manner anymore, you punch the desk loudly, ‘If you think we are not important, then I will not renew the contract with JYP after my contract expire next year, I can do nothing but this to protect me and Mina.’

‘Did you consider your members? Did you consider Mina’s career?’ The CEO does not take your threaten seriously. ‘Maybe you should calm down first before we discuss again, we will announce you could not attend any schedule by this year. You should take some rest together with Mina.’

Days after Days, you are forced to see other members to participate the schedule, while you can do nothing. You could only spend more time with Mina, either at your home, or visiting the doctor with her. Mina is recovering really good under the accompany of you, she starts to smile again, she is no longer panic when she is in the crowd. Although she still don’t know what you have sacrificed for her.

You have tried to have a date with her outside, but you found that even both of you are covered in mask and caps, it’s too risky if anyone find out that the members of the National Boy group and Girl group are secretly dating, the massive noises are going to torn Mina that have not been fully recovered from the depression. However, at the new year’s eve, you still decided to bring Mina go out as you know she has dreamt for the new year’s float parade for long time, she is just unavailable due to the tight year end schedule.

The snow has been continuously for 3 days, the whole Seoul are covered in white, you believe that you and Mina will not be spotted on street easily as usual. You turn your head from the window back to the house, Mina has finished the LEGO car you bought her.

‘Dang, Dang.’ Mina sits next to you naturally, showing the LEGO she has just finished. ‘I finished it before we going out, can I get a new one?’ The way she speaks just like a kid asking for rewards from her parents.

‘Yeah, how would I reject Minari, right? Let’s get you a new year gift then.’ You pull her in your arms and kiss her suddenly, you hug her tightly despite she keeps hammering you chest, showing her protest. ‘ I wanna have my new year’s gift first, can I’ Her bouncing chests show that she is still recovering from the fierce kiss. ‘Yah… why are you so naughty…’

‘I don’t know why I am so naughty when I am with you. Perhaps it’s because of love.’ You caress her face lightly, feeling her smile when she hears your confess. ‘You should get some rest before the parade, you must be tired from playing LEGO.’ You put Mina back on the couch and lay your head on her thigh. The silence in the house does not make you feel awkward, instead you are feeling safe than anytime when Mina is next to you. The sleepiness slowly take over your body from the cold, you slowly close your eyes and fall asleep.

You don’t know how long you have been slept, you wake up on her legs again. Mina seems does not notice your awake yet as the book of poems she reads is covering at your face. The smell of the cool cedar aroma surrounding you, all you can hear is the grinding sound of Mina turning the pages of the book from time to time, you just feel every minute is still and peaceful, you close your eyes again.

Mina finally stops after finishing the 11th chapter, she moves her neck to relax a little bit, lower her head to take a peek of you. When she realized you have woke up, she closes the book softly, and look at your features gently.

‘So handsome…’ She told herself, no matter how many times she watches you, her Y/N is still handsome.

‘Mina?’ Not hearing the sounds of turning pages, you open your eyes, then you meet her gentle sight with her smile.

‘I am here.’

‘Why did you stop?’ You return her with a smile.

‘I miss you.’

You are shocked by her direct confession. ‘I didn’t know Minari is good at flirting.’ Seeing she does not refute, you take her hand with a smile and kiss the back of her hand. ‘Which chapters are you watching?’

‘The 11th, Sara Teassdale, “Snow Song”’

‘Can you read it for me?’

‘Sure.’ Mina nods as she smiles, her slim and long fingers open the book again.

“Fairy snow, fairy snow,

Blowing, blowing everywhere.”

“Would that I

Too, could fly

Lightly, lightly through the air.”

Mina studying a poem is always unexpectedly charming, her childhood in America allows her to have good understanding of the American pronunciation, meanwhile her Japanese accent makes it looks cute.

“Like a wee, crystal star

I should drift, I should blow.”

“Near, more near,

To my dear

Where he comes through the snow.”

The snow outside the window is still blooming, and even the occasional whiz of the wind properly matches the situation expressed in the poem. You look at the movement of Mina’s pink lips, her beautiful voice gently entering your ears. You feel so blessed for what you are having right now.

The happiness makes your heart begin to pop, so finally when Mina finished, you get up and hook her neck. ‘Mina.’

‘Umm?’ She puts down the book.

‘We still have a few hours before the parade starts…’ You kiss Mina’s sideburns with a naughty smile. ‘How about we doing something else first?’

Mina only knows what you mean when she feels your hand sneak under her pajamas, the cool touch of your fingertip is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, after stirring up the water named desire, the ripples of soft and indestructible layers appear. Your tender kiss moving from her bridge of the nose down to her lips, Mina’s slender eyelashes uncontrollably quiver with her floating heart.

The air gradually become enchanting, Mina feels herself in a trance that she is farther and farther from the shore, but she is not afraid of it, just…

‘Not here.’ Mina whispers. She only has a moment of clarity after the long kiss is ended, she pushes you away lightly, turn around her head to catch her breath, her ears are notably red.

‘Where should we go then?’ You smirk.

Mina stands up silently, does not uncover your rhetorical spice. She holds your hand, fundus with a faint smile, struggled for a moment but still decide to follow your words. ‘Bedroom, our bed.’

Hearing her answer, you do not hesitate anymore, and directly hug her into your room...

You underestimate the magic of love, when you and Mina arrive the area of parade, it is approaching the end of the event already. You cannot see a single float on the street, although the crowd has not disbanded yet.

‘Sorry…’ You press the cap on your head, and shake Mina’s hand with regret.

‘Umm? Why sorry?’ Mina turns her head at you, asks curiously.

‘We miss this year’s parade because of me… We may not having holiday at next year.’

‘But because of you, every single day of this year I feel so happy.’ Mina interrupts your apology, but you know she is not lying, her smile cannot be covered by her mask. She pull down her mask a little bit to kiss your cheek, and then put her arm around you. ‘Are you hungry? Should we buy some food before returning home?’

‘Sure.’ You happily hook back her arm and walk towards the night market.

Both of you walking past the night market, the bags on your hands are becoming more and more, but you still cannot find the Taiyaki you are looking for. When you thought that you are going to be disappointed tonight, ‘There!’ Mina points to a red sign board at the end of the street, it’s a big Taiyaki sign that signaling they are selling the snack that you have searched for all night.

You take Mina’s hand, walking faster to the shop, but you were soon blocked by two girls standing in your way.

‘Hi! Sorry! Are you Y/N Oppa!?’ One of the girl ask.

‘You must be Y/n Oppa right? We are your fans! We love you very very much! Can we get your autograph?’ Another girl says.

‘Ummm… yeah, thank you for your support.’ You hesitantly look at Mina, you have no idea when she has let go of your hands and waiting aside of you, don’t wanna spotted out by your fans. Her thin feature looks weaker under the street light, you don’t know why you would feel sad suddenly.

You take the pen that your fan give you, wanting to finish the little autographing session as soon as possible, so you can bring Mina leaving here. However, right after you finished signing for that two fans, more fans arrived and soon you are surrounded. ‘Y/N Oppa! I love you so much!’

‘Thank you, thanks a lot for your support. I really gonna go now, happy new year and please keep supporting ADDiction next year.’ Until your hands start to feel tired, you finally decided to reject the newcomers, you give a bow and turn around to leave quickly.

‘Mina!’ You look around nervously, but you can’t find the figure of your love. You bite your lips regretfully, totally forgot your could contract her with your phone. You keep running on the road, shouting Mina’s name occasionally.

‘Perhaps Mina has returned to home already?’ You told yourself, not hesitating anymore and run to the direction of your home. Even the light of the Taiyaki sign is still shining brightly, all you want now is to catch Mina on her way.

You get closer and closer to the Taiyaki shop, you find a familiar figure coming out from the store. ‘Mina!’

Mina could hear your calling right after she leaves the store, she looks at the direction of the sound, all she see is you are flying to her. Mina feels this scene is kind of familiar, she moves her lips, just trying to ask you did anything just happened, the next second she already feels herself hugged in your arms tightly.

No one knows how long did you two hugging, the warm sensation of the embrace magnified her senses, she dazed for a second, finally understand why the scene right now is so familiar to her.

It' s the scene of the 11th poem. Should she do the same thing as the poem for next?

'Can I kiss you?’ Mina did not even wait for your answer, she grabs your face and kisses you with a smile. Mina’s kiss just like winter snow falling on shoulder, soft, cool and delicate. At the moment when the whole world is filled with snow, you suddenly recalled the 11th poem from this morning.

At the last day of 2019, you once again determined that, Mina will be the only snow for the rest of your life.

I should fly to my love

Like a flake in the storm,

I should die,

On her lips that are warm.

#minasaiyatis #twice mina #twice imagines #twice fluff #mina fluff #twice

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cyberlights · 2 months

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Amulet Rant Time

Okie dokie Waverider is out and thus has concluded the series…so it’s time for a little…bonfire, we’ll call it.

Now don’t get me wrong. I still love this series and always will. I’ve been in the fandom since about Prince of the Elves. I literally have grown up with this series in my backpack from the moment I checked it out of my school’s library. I spent my first summer job paycheck buying all the books out at the time. This series holds a very special place for me.

I also understand that after Book 5(? I’m typing this out on mobile so I can’t verify), Kazu got very sick and lost a lot of his memories, which affected how he wrote Amulet and thus the rest of the story, so I’m not going to say he was a trash author.

There are just certain things that just…have not worked out post Escape from Lucien. And honestly, this is going to be more of a venting ramble than anything, so for the new readers coming in, take it with a grain of salt. You can still enjoy the series, fall in love with the characters, etc. That’s why we enjoy it.

Now I’m gonna do everything else under read-more so spoilers ahead.

We good? Okay, good.

I already stated that I give Waverider a 1/10. It actually is not my least favorite book, to be honest. (That “honor” goes to Supernova)

Trellis leaving the throne?

As others have pointed out, after Escape from Lucien it made no sense for him to just up and skedaddle. That boy was adamant he was going to lead his people. That’s what his whole plot was in the book, and him accepting more of that role in Firebird/the beginning of Supernova. Heck, they even pointed out that Gabilan, even though… voted in(?) as the new king was not doing a good job of it. Gabilan himself fully expected Trellis to take back the throne (albeit by force which is not really Trellis’ style). It felt very much like unnecessary step back from three books worth of development.

I can’t say much about Gabilan because while he did establish in The Cloud Searchers he wanted to be king, it didn’t feel right. Like there was nothing driven past that, that would say he wanted to be king. Honestly besides a tiny bit in Firebird he didn’t get as much character development as he should have, if at all. Which is why, if he was planned to take over from a while ago, probably should have had happened sooner.

Ronin and her Students

Speaking of introducing sooner, this is where I feel having a whole ‘nother two books would have helped the story, because this was just…so terribly executed.

I can’t tell you a single thing about her students except one turned into a turtle and another Cthulhu. I can’t even tell you anything about Ronin beyond her “I was right” mentality (and the mask, not sure why she was wearing a mask).

They all felt very shoe-horned in. I have no attachment to these characters, no real interest in seeing them succeed. They were brought in to fill a plot hole, while simultaneously making another plot hole in their wake.

Overall Problems with the Series

Genre Confusion

I think we’ve already established that Amulet would have been better off as a fantasy series than sci-fi. That is honestly my biggest problem with Supernova, was that was a giant Sci fi wedge in what was predominantly a fantasy series (I know we started more in Escape from Lucien and Firebird, but this is where I feel we veered too off course)

We honestly could have completely cut the sci-fi bit, changed a few things around between Escape from Lucien and Firebird, cut out most of Supernova -which yes, would have wrecked Navin’s sideplot, but there was different options that could have happened.

We don’t need the additional aliens/planets. Those characters could have easily just been Alledian on different parts of Alledia and we would have never known. We don’t even know what most of Alledia looks like because we’ve only been to a handful of places that predominantly look the same.

Which brings me to

Ikol and his Masters

I was so confused by the end of their story. They’re aliens but not. They were created by Silas but they have been around for eons. Everything was Made by Silas to Protect his Family. I just…*sigh*

It felt like they were beating the already dead piñata (pun partially intended).

Silas died in the first book. The consequences of his actions were established to be that he got a bunch of students killed and he ended up passing a huge burden onto Emily that should have gone to her mother. I don’t know why he had to be brought out as this.

Ikol could have very much remained a Chaotic Entity that thrived on the turmoil, his “masters” being a lie to convince Emily that he too was not in total control of the situation so he could slip her more into his control. We already know he likes collecting powerful stonekeepers who are vulnerable enough to fall sway to his side.

Heck, he comes back every 500 years to wage war with the elves and probably (should he have remained the entity) thought of it as one big game.

Having him turn into a somewhat malevolent AI that was just following orders to a T just…does not make sense to me. Especially if he was causing havoc with the elves for so long as implied.

Time-Travel

Okay honestly this is my biggest gripe with the later books.

We established, Books 4 and 5, time-travel was not possible.

All it does is send them back to interact with their memories. They don’t actually change anything about their lives outside the Void.

So having Future Emily and her son come back and save Present Emily throws all of the continuity out the window. And Future Emily’s little interaction with Ikol where it’s implied that they’ve done this over and over? Felt so weird after they actually dealt with Ikol. It felt like a useless little tag on that we ended up not actually needing. (Again, Supernova is my least favorite book for a lot of reasons)

Stonekeepers Good but Bad

*sighs again* Yes. This part would feed into the Problem of Too Many Characters Amulet has going on. But. We were not shown examples beyond our current group (Meaning Emily Trellis and somewhat Vigo) of good stonekeepers.

The Guardian Council that ruled over most of Alledia for centuries? Corrupt.

Silas? Self serving. (Despite being called hero numerous times, we were not actually shown anything he did besides stopping the rampaging stonekeepers back in The Stonekeepers Curse, and even then we weren’t actually shown, just told he did it.)

The Elfking(s)? Corrupted by their stones.

Most of Alledia in the early books respect Stonekeepers enough to kinda hold them in reverence. But we’re not shown anyone (beyond a couple panels of someone building stuff) notable enough to say Yes. Stonekeepers good. Anyone else who is mentioned is “Yeah, they were good, but they listened to their stone and turned into a rampaging monster” (Honestly Gabilan has more of a point here)

I get that’s why Ronin and hers were introduced, but they were introduced way too late into the series for it to feel that there could be some sort of balance.

Emily is one big outlier too here. She’s good but because she feels she has to be and has been told she has to be. Firebird honestly put a nice spin in this because we do see her fall. But Supernova kinda nixed that development sooooo.

*cough*ThisiswhatOCsarefor*cough*

Conclusion

Now those are the biggest ones that have bugged me for a while in addition to the new stuff from the new book. @motherstone has already touched upon multiple times some of the other issues that I tend agree with (go check them out, their art is amazing and I love their ideas. Also looking forward to their rewrite!)

Is there some technical issues with the books as well that bug me? Yes. (The later books are very over saturated in comparison to the older ones and it kinda shows, and I believe that Motherstone already touched upon the “smoothification” that started taking place about book 4/5, and there were quiet a few panels that felt very unfinished in the later two books)

Am I sad to see the series end? Yes. But Kazu at least finished as best he could to the end instead of half assing it or completely dropping the series altogether, and I can respect that.

Do I already have my own post-book 6 AU that I’m willing to ramble about at the drop of a hat? Also Yes. (May also heavily be influenced by some OCs)

Overall, I enjoyed Amulet enough to see it through the end. Books 3-5 will remain my favorites. I still will cherish the characters that we got. Amulet is probably the first thing that actually got me into interacting with Fanart and Fandom, so I’d say it’s a pretty big part of what developed me. And for the newbies. Hi! I see you! I look forward to seeing what you do with the series!

See y’all around!

(And btw, if you drop something in my ask box, I’ll apologize in advance if I don’t get to it. I tend to forget I have one)

#amulet series #amulet spoilers #waverider spoilers #wow it’s really been ten years since I joined this fandom #😧#Good news is that it’s kicked up the ol brain bunnies #i have been Having Thoughts #some old art may see an upgrade #Some old ocs may or may not appear

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talokanda-forever · 11 months

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Oh boy.

I intentionally avoided posting any thing about the allegations against Tenoch yesterday because I require time to process information. I needed time to give my brain a rest. This still feels a bit too soon. I will never be one to say Tenoch or anyone else would, "never do something like that." Because I have no idea. I'm hoping that the allegations aren't true. This post is my way of venting. It is in no way meant to persuade anyone else on what they should think or feel about this situation. And certainly not meant to be proof or evidence of why it happened or didn't happen. I don't know. None of us knows.

1. The framing of the dissemination of this information as "news." My biggest issue is that I've seen a lot of Twitter accounts pick up the same link that appears to be the outlet that first brought the Tweet by Maria Elena Rios to light (reforma.com). I don't know what journalistic standards this outlet follows, so I won't speculate. I did check to see if any well-established US outlets had Tweeted anything (Associated Press, Reuters, CNN, MSNBC), and as of roughly 30 min. ago they had not.

So far, all we really have are glorified Retweets, not a news story. There are A LOT of accounts with well designed pages that have all the hallmarks of looking like "official" news organizations, but they are not. It takes virtually no time or effort to Retweet something and start an avalanche. It's a trend that has bothered me for the last decade or so. Journalism requires independently verifying information you have received. It's going to multiple sources to corroborate the information. It's at the very least attempting to reach out to the involved parties to get their statements. It's reviewing public records and court filings to see what has been officially documented. And not to say that WON'T happen at some point, but it sure as hell isn't going to happen within 24 hours. It will take time and we STILL may never know the full story.

2. We should believe victims. ABSOLUTELY! In this particular instance and from this vantage point, Maria is only his accuser. It has not yet been established that she is his victim. I understand that she is a victim involving another individual, and thank goodness she survived that horific attack. However, as it pertains to Tenoch, I don't think interjecting alleged sexual assault in a Tweet focused on a different issue is enough to automatically leap to saying she was absolutely, 100%, without a doubt victimized by Tenoch. If it happened I would hope Maria would take legal action, given she was comfortable enough to make the accusation publicly under her name. Even then, she is not required to do so (which is why I say we may never know what did or didn't happen). I would imagine navigating the justice system in Mexico is no less stressful as navigating the justice system in the US. There are valid reasons for women not subjecting themselves to (potentially) years of legal struggles. But I also hope she wouldn't be so reckless as to throw out an allegation and not allow Tenoch to formally defend himself, assuming he denies these allegations. Once again, something that requires TIME.

3. To all those I have interacted with over the past few months on this site, know that I luv ya! I value our time together here. Regardless of what you've said or haven't said about this situation, that hasn't changed. I'm choosing to reserve judgement because that's how I am and how I will always be. I respect that everyone is not like me (thank God). Like many others, I will suspend posting here because, if for no other reason, I know how to read a fucking room. Let's all be kind and respectful to one another. To those folks who interact with me regularly, don't hesitate to DM me.

#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia

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aspitefulwriter · 8 months

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OUT OF TOUCH [Ch. 4]

(Poe Dameron x AFAB!reader)

warnings: a shove that can be considered physical abuse? i try to clear up that it’s not okay though. won’t happen again 🫡 light mention of SA because people listen to rumors

author’s note: i usually post on ao3 first!! also, so sorry about this wait. i started my first week of classes and i’m a stem senior….it’s rough out there y’all lol

word count: ~4.7k (i’m apparently incapable of writing less)

Series Masterlist

Something must be rooting for you.

It seemed with each challenge you faced where certain death was imminent, you slid by with hardly a scratch on your body.

Common sense tells you that ordinary humans escaping from a locked down militia base with Kylo Ren on board should not leave alive, yet you and Denel were able to bolt into hyperspace without incident.

Common sense also tells you that flying in an Order-affiliated cargo jet that was reported stolen should not be easily sold off after landing on Corellia. You ignored the coincidences at first, but it was getting harder to ignore.

The blankets and clothes lining the blackmarket you were in served as red flags, waving in the breeze as you and Denel followed a sketchy lead to a secret Resistance rendezvous where new recruits were loading onto transport to their base, the two of you hardly being asked questions to verify your intentions. From that point, your alert system had been on overdrive, allowing you to catch the occasional nervous glances sent your way as they fidgeted.

Perhaps coincidences aren’t really coincidences, you think to yourself, keeping your eyes trained on the people that fill the craft and the thoughts to yourself. Though, after landing on D’Qar the few suspicions you had were answered as Leia Organa makes her way over to you now. However, one was still left unanswered.

“How did you know?” Denel looks between the two of you questioningly.

She gives you a sly smile, one side of her lips going higher than the other, “It’s my job to know.”

You repress a scowl, displeased she brushed off your question,“Let me rephrase…How long did you know?”

“I would guess just as soon as you entered hyperdrive.” Given she’s likely to brush your question of ‘how’ off again, you breathe out a defeated sigh and relax the tenseness that’s been building since the blackmarket back on Corellia.

“Well, then you must have some sort of plan for us. What can we do to help?”

She gives a close-lipped smile that seems genuine, her eyes glowing with mischief, “Before we get to any of my plans, we have to make sure we’re on the same page. Though I’m sure I won’t be disappointed— I’ve heard great stories about you.” Your eyebrows pull together in questioning, but she doesn’t acknowledge it as she motions to two people who had been standing a few steps behind her since she first stepped into the unloading zone.

“We’ll have to keep our eyes on you two for a few days,” You look between the two of them before looking at Denel to see his reaction where he—much to your surprise—doesn’t show much.

“This is Tantin and Venon. They’ll be your guards.” She motions at each one, signaling their respective name. You drag your eyes back to them and appraise them.

Upon your assessment, you see Tantin looks less than happy to be there— you’d say even bordering on disgust; on the other hand, Venon stands closed off and emotionless beside him. Both of them hold a change of clothes that resemble the same shade of beige.

“Before room placement I’ll need you two to change under supervision and go through a quick search,” Denel scoffs out, and when he does Leia’s eyes stick to him, “There’s no such thing as too safe and we have many lives to protect. You understand, yes?”

Denel speaks up, “You just said that you heard great stories about her, why breach our privacy like that?” You look over at him with a tight look like a parent would give their child, ridiculing him for the ridiculous question. You look away from him with a tsk when he ignores you. Obviously they need to search the First Order defects, you prideful idiot.

“It’s like you said, there are too many lives at stake. We understand.” You say, glancing back at Denel whose nostrils flare in disdain as he still keeps his gaze from yours.

“I’m glad. I’ll see the two of you again when you get settled. We’re happy to have you here.” Giving a single nod with a smile, she walks from the zone that is now empty, spare your duo and the guards. Tantin releases a displeased hum and motions for you to follow, then leading you to a bland room that only holds a table.

“One at a time, we don’t need you conspiring.” Venon says, and at that Denel stalks forward to go first.

Tantin holds the clothes he has out, which must be meant for Denel and he snags them, muttering under his breath.

“Like we have anywhere else to go.”

As you wait for your turn, you lean on the wall and study the guards that are now silently murmuring between themselves. You strain to listen in, letting your nosiness overpower your want to be quickly accepted. Reasonably you know that being so obvious won’t score you any points on the likeability scale…but they’re not doing too hot on yours either.

Giving up, you put your attention elsewhere, looking up and down the long and narrow walls of the hall you’re in. It’s empty, which is a little bizarre given how many people seemed to be around when you landed, but you’re already ahead of the game today in ignoring things so might as well continue it.

You’re snapped back into this dimension when the door next to you opens and Denel shifts out of the room, the guards stopping their whispers. You push yourself off of the wall, getting your clothes that are outstretched from Venon’s single hand and letting the door close behind you. While changing you let your mind wander to the ineptitude of your guards, especially their inability to listen to make sure the people they think are spies aren’t doing anything suspicious. Their options for people really must be short…it makes you wonder how they’ve stood up to the power of the Order this long.

The thought amuses you, and you pick up your pile of old clothes with a ghost of a smile that promptly gets more pronounced when you see Denel being patted down, his heated glare transfixed on you. He rolls his eyes, turning his head to look away from you. Honestly, you can’t wait for what choice words he’ll use with you later.

When Venon sees you’re out, she motions for you to get up on the wall. You throw the clothes in your hand to Denel’s pile and spread your hands up on the wall, situating your body so that she can pat you down.

“This good for you?”

Without responding, she starts to slide her hands across you in standard procedure. When she gets to check between your buttcrack you jump slightly.

“At least take me out to dinner first.” She scoffs as Denel chokes back a laugh, covering his mouth now that he’s off of the wall.

“It’s protocol,” she says, voice monotone.

“If that’s the excuse you wanna use…” you mumble.

Once both of you were cleared, you follow your guards down the hallway to what must be the residence hall since more people are starting to fill the previously empty space.

You look over to Denel, who’s combing his eyes across the people in the hall, some that aren’t human, “You alright?”

Snapping his eyes over to you, he gives you a pursed smile, “Being patted down wasn’t all that great, but it was better than I thought I’d be.” Your eyebrows pull together in question.

“I thought we’d have to strip down in front of them and have them check us that way.” He shudders, an exaggerated grimace on his face that you laugh at, causing your guards to spare glances back at you two.

“I think if they had to do that, Tantin might have thrown up. Did you see the look he was giving us when he was behind Leia?” He nods, joining your laughing, but he goes silent for a second.

“Is that why you didn’t say anything about the search?”

You shrug at his question, “I thought they’d strip us too, but it’s either this or Ren. Not only that, but they think we’re spies.” Mulling over your words, he lightly rubs at his neck as his eyes stare off to somewhere behind you.

“Yeah…” At that, your conversation lulls and you turn your attention back to the guards as they stop in front of a door.

Venon points at Denel with her index finger, “You,” She pauses, pointing back at the room with her thumb, “This’ll be your room. Do whatever you want, but just know that Tantin’s following your every move.”

Denel gives you a sparing glance before he walks into his room, Tantin following closely behind him.

When the door shuts, Venon motions for you to follow her, “Let’s go.”

It’s a silent walk, and it seems with each step Venon’s body strings up a little tighter–almost like spring being crushed. You look over at her, becoming increasingly aware of her body language. Is she going to say anything? It’s like she’s legitimately coiling within herself.

When she abruptly stops, she glares at you and smashes the panel next to her, opening the door. Just as you’re about to step through the door, partially tickled at her collapsing display of faux emotionlessness, her spring is finally released.

“I don’t know why we have to waste our resources on you,” she growls out, “I don’t know what they see in you.” Biting back a laugh at the familiarity of the sentence, your face remains light and amused as you look at her.

“Are you saying I should care what you think?” You ask, moving to lean against the doorway with your arms crossed.

She looks a little confused by your response, seemingly anticipating something else before she sets back into her (what you hope isn’t) best intimidating glare.

“My word carries a lot of weight regarding your position in this organization, you really want to see where not caring will take you?”

“Is that what you’re going with? A threat?”

“It seems like it’s needed, yes.”

You don’t hold back the laugh this time, “Okay, well earlier you said you don’t know what they see in me,” You finger quote the ‘they,’ “So that leads me to believe someone else’s words carry a lot more weight than yours do.” She looks at you in surprise at your rebuttal, her face then pulling into a scowl.

“So I’m not going to be concerned what my guard…Vee something…thinks about me. Much less if she has to fall into childish threats because she doesn’t agree with others’ decisions.” You uncross your arms and push off the wall, making your way into your new room.

“I’m going to relax now,” You pause in the doorway, keeping eye contact, “Since running away from the First Order doesn’t give you time for much rest.” You try to emphasize that you’re no longer affiliated with the group before you go through the door the rest of the way and walk to the bed, falling down with a big sigh.

You look at the open door, half expecting to see Venon walk through, but she never does.

****

Later that day, you’re sat at a table with Denel and the guards in the cafeteria, one of them being the replacement for Venon after she had stepped down from her post following your conversation. From the time he introduced himself, you knew you’d like him a little better than the last one. He actually seemed to keep everything to himself.

As you pick at your food in disinterest, tuned out from Denel chatting with the guards, you feel eyes on you and look up to find none other than Poe Dameron absentmindedly staring as the people at his table start following his line of sight. You let your face drop into a scowl, not wanting to have any more drama surrounding your arrival that having him staring would surely bring. You take your eyes off of him but can’t help but to glance back.

Just as you do, he looks away blinking as his eyes refocus on the group he sits with, playing off his silence as his table hangs onto every word. You hum to yourself as you look away again, a revelation falling on you. It seems like everywhere he goes there’s a crowd of people that vie for his attention.

It kind of hurts your ego that you fell for the charm too by letting him go more than he deserved…but that’s water under the bridge, especially if you’re sitting at this table right now because of him. Taking a sip from your cup, you look at your group as you continue thinking about your situation. You imagine he probably said something to the General, which you’re more than grateful for.

A smile starts to build on your lips as you set your cup down and glance up at him. The game of trades going between you doesn’t look like it’ll be stopping anytime soon.

Your eyes catch each other before his shoulder is tapped and it’s ripped away, the person whispering in his ear before he quickly gets up, excuses himself, and vanishes from the room.

Coming back to the land of the living, you hear a snap by your head and turn to look at the source, seeing Denel and the other two looking at you in confusion.

“Yeah?”

“I was asking you if you wanted to check out the hangars and see what they have here?”

“Sure, yeah. I was done anyway,” You pick up the barely touched plate as you stand up, Denel and the others mirroring you as you get ready to leave.

*****

“You wanted to see me, General?”

Poe stands at parade rest in front of Leia’s desk, waiting for her to talk, her back facing him as she looks at the screens around her.

“Ever since our new arrivals this morning we’ve started to get some varying unrest around the base.” She turns to look at him and matches his posture. His eyebrows pull together at her words.

“Well we knew that people really wouldn’t like the idea at first, but if they just saw what I saw then they would come around.”

She nods appreciatively, eyes shifting to the datapad that just dinged with an alert before looking back at him, pausing.

“Which is why I called you in here, Poe.”

“Oh?” He relaxes his posture at the use of his first name, knowing the conversation will be a little less professional.

She continues, “Your commander’s guard just stepped down after what she says was an altercation that got out of control.” He brings his hand up to absentmindedly rub at his jaw, gazing off and thinking about how you didn’t look hurt in the cafeteria…in fact you looked happier than he’d ever seen you.

“I want you to be the replacement.” His eyes snap to her, letting out a disbelieving chortle as he’s taken from his thoughts.

“Wait—me? I don’t exactly have the time for guard duty. Not to mention, she already has a guard?” She waves him off, turning back around to the screens.

“You’re both pilots, she’s familiar with you, and other than me you are much more open to the change than anyone else. I can hardly think of a better reason to put you together.”

He hums, acknowledging her reasons, “Guess I don’t have a choice then?”

She looks back at him, a sly smile on her face that he reciprocates. What has he just been wrapped into?

****

Whispers and blurry images circle around your head, soft a feminine voice telling you to hide, the sound of ships landing, beams of red light. And then nothing but a black void. It surrounds you, choking you with the never ending emptiness. It felt still…too still.

You look down at yourself as you start to feel things touching you, your fingers dancing on the long, sheer gray dress that flows down your form into the ankle-deep water your bare feet stand in.

“What?” You mumble to yourself in confusion.

Silence is the only thing that responds to you.

Moments later, that’s torn away as the silence is replaced by a piercing scream that quakes through your head, causing your vision to blur as you crumble to the ground and clench your hands over your head. You’re unaware you’re screaming too until you’re pulled awake by it, sweat drenching your body as you heave, looking to your guard that scrambles awake from the sleep he was catching on the couch.

He gives you a panicked look, “Wha- Are you okay?”

Letting out a shaking breath, you nod, “Nightmare.” He nods, a concerned look still in his eye as he settles back on the couch, keeping his eyes on you. You fall back into your pillows, turning your head to glance at the clock. It was still a few hours until you were meant to get up, but you highly doubt you’ll be able to fall asleep after that.

What was it? Never in your life had you had such a planet-shattering dream. In fact, you pride yourself on the ability of dreamless sleep. Others would complain about how they would keep them up and because you were unable to empathize, you’d punish them when they would make a mistake due to the lack of rest. Now you regret ever doing it (kind of).

The dream just felt so…real. The scream splintered your head like lightning on a tree; you could still feel the pulses in your head, a headache building with every heartbeat. You roll to your side and glance at your guard briefly (you couldn’t remember his name), seeing that he fell back asleep. You breathe out from your nose, closing your eyes to try and chase the few extra hours like him.

However, you pass the rest of the hours left like that, sleep not coming to you given your mind stays stumped on the meaning of the dream and specifically why now?

It was still stuck in your mind as you made your way to the cafeteria, even while grabbing your rations and sitting at the table you designated as yours. You’ve so far said nothing to your guard or Denel, neither bringing up your soured mood; the guard didn’t even bring up last night after you had walked from the refresher this morning, eyebags settled under your eyes.

Taking a glance at the table Poe likes to frequent, you see he’s missing and your mood sours a little more.

Throughout the day that trend continued.

The first time you heard it, you were tuned out and walking back to your room after breakfast, hoping to catch a quick nap before one of your mandatory assessments.

“I heard General Organa turned a blind eye because Dameron has a real close relationship with her,” You tuned into the conversation at the mention of Poe and looked at the two casually posted in the hallway, the one who just spoke lightly hitting their friend in the ribs with their elbow.

“Who knew the clones were so easy?” The other said, and they both snickered as they looked at you, not expecting you to be looking back. At that they guiltily look away, but you’ve already stopped in your tracks, your guard nearly slamming into you.

“You wanna repeat that back to me?” Heavy harshness laced into your voice.

Their eyes widened and they walked away slowly, words stumbling on each other, “I–We–it was just a rumor, it’s probably not true.”

Your eyebrows pulled together, “Probably?” Before you could continue, they were nearly to the corner of the hallway in the blink of an eye, and just as you stepped off to chase them, your guard gripped your arm, shaking his head. You tsked, yanking your arm from his hold and continued your way to your room.

The next time, you were at your mechanical assessment, bent over a droid’s transportation system that had been said to be faulty. After your first hour there, you were reminded you’re glad that you can’t speak binary–however, you could speak basic. Regrettable, given when people spoke in it, it tended to light your fuse.

It was currently one of those times. 34 minutes (yes you were counting) had passed since a pilot started loudly discussing you with her mechanic, the two of them underneath her X-wing repairing Maker-knows-what since they’re paying you more attention than it. You look up to your guard and see that he’s absentmindedly picking at his nails, seemingly not tuning into the conversation. What is with this place?

“And Fara said he had sex with her. I mean..we all know how he is, but the First Order girl? She had to have done something to him.” The pilot lets out a disgusted noise and you glance up at them from your position, rolling your eyes.

“There’s no telling what was on that planet. One of my buddies got some weird dust out of the cockpit and ran it through the spectrometer. It couldn’t even register it!” The mechanic exclaimed as the pilot gasped.

“Maker, she probably took advantage of him. That poor guy.” They let out disappointed sighs and you slam your hands to the table, the small wrench you were holding clattering against the metal as you storm out of the hangar you were in, droid and guard yelling after you. They really want to imply you took advantage of Poe? If anything, they should be counting their lucky stars that you didn’t take advantage of your crew arriving first while he was asleep. Then they wouldn’t have their precious golden boy sitting alive in his nice little X-wing with his nice little squad on his nice little base.

As you're about to step off the tarmac to escape into solitude on a hill somewhere, you find an entire squadron of pilots appraising you with malice, snickering amongst themselves. That’s when your last sliver of good will blows away with the wind that whips around your body from the jets that land meters away from where the squadron stands.

You quickly change your destination, subbing the distant hill for the hangar that Poe’s squadron uses, where they are all so conveniently climbing from their ships after their training session, the droids not yet docking them.

The few who see you stare at you in curious wonder as you make a bee-line to Poe. Seeing as half his squadron is staring behind him, he goes to turn around but is shoved forward with a good amount of force, a noise escaping his mouth as he stumbles to right himself.

“What are you telling people?!” You yell, anger coursing through your veins, and Poe whips around to face you, bewilderment etched onto his face.

“What are you even talking about?!” He yells back, exasperatingly throwing his hands in the air.

“Just in the past few hours, I’ve been subjected to nothing but hatred and petty gossip about how I’ve taken advantage of you or gotten implicative stares like they know something’s happened between us.” You briefly pause, watching his expressions, “It’s tiring having left the undying pettiness of the Order just to come here and get it from the Resistance. Had I known it would be like this, the thought of coming here wouldn’t have even crossed my mind,” You cover your face with your hands, tears of anger threatening to fall from your eyes, “I can’t believe I thought it would be better he–”

“Hey hey hey,” Poe interrupts you, hand moving to touch your shoulder apprehensively, “I’m so sorry that’s happening to you, I have no idea where it came from.” You take a deep breath at his words, trying to stabilize yourself from the manic rant you were falling into and willing the tears to suck back up into your eyes. Once they do, you let your hands fall to your side.

“Listen, I’ll ask around and try to clear it up, okay? Does that sound good?” You nod, adjusting the clothes on your body that start to feel like they’re suffocating you as you become hyper aware of all the eyes on the pair of you.

Your eyes shift from his, cheeks burning, “Sorry...about the push. That was really out of line.”

He steps his right foot out, the hip popping out in turn as he then perches a hand on his waist and cocks his head. A curl falls into his face, an intrusive thought that tells you to push it back into the rest of his curls surfacing to the front of your thoughts. It kind of takes you aback, burning your cheeks even hotter.

“I’m glad you see the forceful shove was out of line,” he lets out a light laugh, “Hopefully you don’t do it again.”

You start to back away slowly, eyebrows pulling together sympathetically, “I’m super sorry, it won’t happen again,” You do an ‘X’ over your heart, “Promise.” He gives you a pursed smile in acknowledgement, which makes you sharply turn around and quickly race to make your way to your guard that stands at the entrance of the hangar.

Poe watches as you leave, the guard that temporarily takes his place saying a few choice words that you ignore before you both disappear around the corner. He sighs as he rights his position and turns around. When he does, his squadron and other onlookers snap into action, an awkward cough escaping a few of them as they pretend they didn’t stop everything to listen in. Snap lets out a whistle before he starts to shed out of his gear and Poe glances at him with a deadpan look.

“You’ve got a lot to handle there, Dameron.”

“Pftt, I learned my lesson on Coruscant,” he says, pulling off the rest of the gear, while Snap chuckles.

Even though that was Snap’s first meeting with you, he already saw how much of a handful you are. The thought makes Poe laugh when he finally takes up his guard position the next morning and you sheepishly step from your door holding a caf, offering it to him.

He takes it from you and studies your face, the corner of his lip upturned, “When did you get this?”

He watches as your tenseness washes away.

“A spy never tells their secrets,” You wink, lips curling into a grin to match the one that Poe has before it’s wiped from his face when your sentence registers.

“One, that’s not funny. And two, I’m so happy to know our internal defenses are so strong that a spy can safely stay here,” he says sarcastically, taking the cup of caf and bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.

Giving you an incredulous look, he glances between you and the cup, “How’d you know the way I like my caf?”

You go to respond, but he interrupts you, “Wait let me guess—a spy never tells their secret.” The laugh you give him takes him aback, making his cheeks start to burn at how heart-stopping it is (much to his dismay).

“I’m teaching you well, Dameron,” the door closes after you retreat back into your room, the fire still burning brightly on his cheeks as your laugh echoes in his head. He quickly blinks to bring himself back to the ground, subconsciously letting the corner of his mouth upturn as he thinks just how well that sentence fits with him. Because yes, while it is really mildly distressing, he finds that you’re steadily teaching him.

Like right now as he sips the drink in his hand, he learns he’s never had good caf until now because you gave it to him with a smile. He’s learning he likes to watch the way your expressions change faster than a switch based on the words of who you’re listening to.

And his favorite lesson is the one that never ends; it’s the one where each interaction with you leaves an imprint on his mind, your face and your voice gluing themselves into every available crevice. Yeah…you’re definitely teaching him well.

He brings the cup of caf to his lips, taking a sip and savoring the taste as it slides down his throat.

Oh man this is going to be hard.

a/n:

they are reunited <3

can i just say i was cackling during the pat down scene? like yeah..it may not fit with reader…but i was delirious when i wrote it and just decided to keep it in because it’s the funniest shit ever.

also side note, i was writing between classes one day and an acquaintance sat next to me and started talking to me. totally forgot to spam click out of everything and i’m pretty sure they saw my star wars research 😃👍🏻 (ha ha i hope they don’t perceive me)

#poe dameron #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron x reader smut

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taihua · 23 days

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omg can you please talk about beefleaf as a ship, dynamic, friendship.

oh also what are your thoughts on that scene in last arc - when he xuan diguised as hua cheng comes to help them out for a bit and gives back sqx's fan - and when he sees sqx being himself still, his talking way and brag?, his laugh/antiques. he snorts/ humphs/ scoffs. honestly to me i loved that seen i just don't know how to explain my thoughts on hx reaction to that but i loved it.

thank you<33 [i love your blog sm]

*english isn't my first lang so forgive me for the grammar and wrong words that i might have used ig..

Sorry for taking so long to answer, this landed while I was on my way to Boston and I wanted to wait until I was back on my laptop to answer!

I also really like the scene where He Xuan gives back the fan because of how subtle it is--it's the kind of thing that you can miss if you're not paying attention. I think I probably missed it the first time I read the book and had to go back to verify. Doing it undercover is such a He Xuan way to handle it, too. He spends most of the book in disguise so it feels right that a big gesture like this would also be done in disguise.

My thoughts on them as a ship are mostly that I don't like the fanon focus on them as cute silly girlfriends. From what I've seen in fandom, their female forms are kind of just taken as representation for its own sake, but I think what it's doing as a metaphor is showing how both He Xuan and Qingxuan are not who they say they are. It's almost like a fun game to Qingxuan to flit around in pretty dresses and act like the arbiter of justice, but he's not even supposed to be there and the fact that he is there is actually the ultimate injustice. (Compared to Ling Wen, meanwhile, who is forced to present as male to even be taken seriously, Qingxuan just seems frivolously out of touch.) And He Xuan is obviously pretending to be Ming Yi, so there it's just like... a double reveal about "she's not who we thought she was." It's all disguises to He Xuan anyway, so why not throw some gender on there too.

Anyway, Shuangxuan aren't really that interesting to me as a ship until Qingxuan is being held prisoner in the creepy underwater prison--to me, they're a darkship that I would compare to Xuexiao in MDZS. I guess that's like... the moment that they're honest with each other? He Xuan reveals who and what he really is, and Qingxuan comes to the understanding that he didn't ascend on his own merit. That's when it's interesting to ask "so what if they're attracted to each other?" because now they have to contend with the issues.

The thing is that both of them care about each other, which is important to me for a ship (and also something that I think tends to be dismissed by people who don't ship it). Qingxuan clearly feels remorse and understands that he stole something irreplacable from He Xuan (who he genuinely saw as a friend while he was Ming Yi), but He Xuan doesn't blame Qingxuan and doesn't go out of his way to hurt him even when he had the opportunity to. It's not really enough for them to reconcile, but it sure is enough to play around with a doomed and toxic post-canon relationship.

Lastly... ghosts in TGCF can disperse if they give up on whatever's tying them to the world. I think Xuan Ji gives up her resentment for Pei Ming and is able to disperse and move on since that was what kept her there as a fierce ghost. He Xuan's revenge is supposed to be what keeps him around, but he doesn't disperse even after enacting his perfect revenge plot. His story is deliberately left unfulfilled because it's supposed to show that revenge is unfulfilling, but that also leaves a really nice opening for He Xuan to rediscover what it means to love instead of hate.

Also, Qingxuan definitely ascends for real sometime post-canon so they have time to work it out. MXTX herself told me so in a dream

#anonymous #oops this got long #i wish i had the darkfic skills to write the shuangxuan i wish to see in the world #but sadly i am a weenie and can only enjoy it from afar #i think i have a meta tag but i don't know what it is?#is this even meta? loosely so

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mymarsmoonandstars · 1 year

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ONE THING I ABSOLUTELY LOVED about wakanda forever is how shuri never admitted to seeing killmonger in the ancestral plane. nakia asked her twice, and she disclosed not a thing. so i've been mulling over two questions: will shuri ever admit to seeing killmonger? and if so, who will she tell?

i was thinking of writing up a meta, but i saw the scene too clearly in my head. so i wrote a story, a short one, about 1.4k words. tw death mention. i call it, cat's got your tongue. i'm kidding. it's untitled.

i haven't written fanfic in years, until wakanda forever, apparently. the power of black women front-and-center on screen, eh?

anyway, i think yes, shuri will eventually admit to seeing killmonger. but to whom? well. . .

Even the loud cascading water of Warrior Falls could not mask the sound of footsteps on rocks. A perk of being the Panther. So when a certain former member of the Dora Milaje appeared behind her, Shuri did not have to turn and look back over her shoulder to verify. She remained sitting on the edge of a rocky outcrop, legs dangling over a crystalline pool of shallow water. "If you're here to vent about your new suit, Okoye, your very long list of edits is still underway," said Shuri, keeping her eyes straight ahead. The golden horizon made the reservoir shimmer.

"It is not my suit I am concerned about. At least, not today." Okoye went to Shuri's side, and this close, Shuri not only breathed in her faint, reassuring scent of steel and lotus flower, but she could hear her heartbeat. Another Panther Perk that felt less like an advantage and more of an annoyance. She heard not only the heartbeats of humans, but the ancient thrumming of elephants, the flitting ones of birds. Sometimes, she wondered what her heartbeat had sounded like to her late brother, T'Challa. She knew it couldn't be like Okoye's, whose heart's drum beat as resonant and steady as the tama, speaking to her in a powerful but welcoming rhythmic language only she could understand. For the first time in days, Shuri felt the tensed Panther Spirit inside her head ease.

"Then what is it, Okoye?"

"You. If you wanted to challenge for the throne, I'm afraid you are a few weeks late. Though still fully within your rights."

Shuri looked down, twisted the Kimoyo beads on her wrist. She had programmed them off so that no one, not even Griot could reach her. "I did not come here to challenge for the throne."

"Then why are you here?"

Shuri furrowed her brows. She did not know the exact reason. She hated Warrior Falls, actually. As a child, she'd always associated it with being forced to wear itchy ensembles or watch boring fights. That is, until a few years ago, when T'Challa fought M'Baku and N'Jadaka here. She now thought of Warrior Falls as the place her brother not only once, but twice nearly died in. So why did it beckon her so?

"Okoye. Do you ever think of your tribe? Before you left it?"

Okoye sat beside her. Being that she was not in her Midnight Angels suit and no longer a Dora, she wore casual Wakandan wear. A sight Shuri was still getting used to. "Of course I do. I come from a long line of shepherds and farmers. But do not be fooled, as The Border Tribe was and still is Wakanda's first line of defense. We obliterated any threat before they had a chance to even feast their terroristic eyes upon Wakanda's protective barrier. We've earned our bragging rights, as your Americans say." Okoye bumped her shoulder against Shuri's, teasing a small smile out of her. Okoye's voice softened as she sank further into memory. "My father used to grow the sweetest yellow yam. Better than W'Kabi's, but do not tell him I said that. And my mother. . . she sang me songs full of stories about the king's personal protectors, instilling in me the dream of becoming a part of the Dora. After their spirits answered Bast's call, I decided to make that dream come true."

I'm so sorry the dream doesn't exist anymore, Shuri wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to. She blamed herself for Okoye no longer holding the title. But Okoye often assured that she had let go of the position and was ready to move on to the something more. "I do not understand, Okoye. Why must violence always be the price we pay for transformation? For progress?"

"Hm." Okoye tilted her head, thoughtful. For the first time in her life, Shuri saw shadows of black hair peeking through her tatted scalp. "Is this why M'Baku sits on the throne now, instead of you?"

"My father sat on the throne only to die. My brother sat on the throne only to die. And my mother, just the same. That throne is cursed." Shuri's voice was as bitter as heart-shaped herb tea.

"Cursed? I thought scientists such as you did not believe in curses."

"I've visited the Ancestral Plane. I—I have senses," said Shuri, struggling to explain the black-furred soul trapped in her mind, "that tread the world beyond physics. What I believe in, I am no longer sure."

Okoye turned and took hold of Shuri's hands. She rubbed her callused thumbs over Shuri's tattooed skin. "I've served under many Panthers, and from them I've learned that Wakanda's Protector is never alone. The herb is always there for you, if you are ever in need of ancestral guidance."

Shuri stood up, so quick, a cat alerted to danger. "Taking the herb is not an option for me."

Okoye stood with her, pose straight, electric, determined. "How, when it has been this way since Bashenga?"

"Because of who I saw, the first time I went there." Shuri swallowed hard. The first and only time she'd went there. She backed away from the rock's edge. The Panther Spirit growled, paced in its cage.

Okoye took hold of her arm. "And who did you see? What troubles you, Shuri?"

Shuri's dark eyes shone. She'd never admitted this to anyone, not even Nakia. "My cousin. I saw my cousin, and only him."

Silence. As deafening as the Falls. The wind blew at them. It was only until Okoye spoke that Shuri realized it was not a surprised silence, rather one where Okoye was waiting for Shuri to explain. When she did not, Okoye quirked an eyebrow. "And what have you learned from it?"

"I. . . learned?"

"Yes." Okoye circled Shuri. Even without her spear, she looked like a warrior. The water shifted around their ankles as if it, too, were intimidated. "I served Killmonger, once. Though it was brief, I have no shame in that. He taught me something valuable, that the throne matters just as much as whoever sits upon it. So. . . what did Cousin teach you?"

Ah. Shuri shut her eyes. So this is what she needed. Okoye's voice was not laden with pity or concern. But purpose. She did have a general's heart. And perhaps that's why she confessed to Okoye. They shared so much. Ramonda had stripped Okoye of her entire world; she understood what it was like to feel Queen Mother's rejection. And she understood what it meant to be pinned underneath Killmonger's sway.

Shuri recalled T'Challa once telling her that the Ancestral Plane was a very purple, but beautiful and fitting retirement. And for the most part, he had been right. The plane had been very purple, but also orange and yellow and red from the flames burning all around her and Killmonger. She felt a deep shame, seeing him. She regretted the words she told him. How he influenced her so quickly. And what type of leader succumbs in such a way? For the past weeks, a shamefaced Shuri had hid herself from everyone. They couldn't even find her in her lab. But the same compassion she extended to her enemy. . . perhaps it was time she offered it to herself.

Shuri's eyes opened, and they sparkled with renewed confidence. "I learned while anger is a valuable tool, vengeance is its puppeteer."

Okoye smiled, wide and beautifully. She stopped circling. "And you are no one's puppet." The corners of her smile faded, and she looked down at her deep blue dress, then out at the Falls. "Not even a puppet to tradition."

Shuri nodded once, understanding. She was never one for tradition, and she knew Okoye was slowly learning that about herself, too. "I will suggest to King M'Baku that we end Challenge Day. There are better ways to find a king or queen."

"Just bring with you a bowl of vegetables. He claims he cannot hear council on an empty stomach."

They laughed together. Okoye pulled her in for a long embrace. "Thank you," Shuri whispered in the former general's gold-cuffed ear, holding her tight. She and Okoye were both women who had shed old skin, who were finding their footing in newfound roles. They faced uncertainty. Restlessness, even. But they found stillness in each other, and through this, they would persevere.

The Panther Spirit leapt, bound, wind beneath clawed feet. Weight lifted. Free, at last.

#shuri fic #shuri fanfiction #x black reader #shuri x black!reader #okoye imagine #wakanda forever #black panther #shuri udaku #general okoye #shuri imagine #wakanda forever meta #shuri

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imthediamondintherough · 4 months

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@0lympian-c0uncil

Lore Chthonic Order

Character stuffs!

(Sorry for the ping if it shocked you)

Tartarus relationships

Tartarus has a mostly ok relationship with many other Greek deities... By this I mean most of them fear him or at least have a verifiable wariness of him. (Understandable he is a primordial)

I can't reveal all his relationships but I can tell you the important ones.

As far as things go with his son... Anthony, They are improving. Sometimes they may act like siblings rather than father and son but at least they don't go out of their way to cause problems.

*Zeus, the notepad use it.*

Terrified of Demeter "a little bit". And by default her Daughter.

Respects Hera for tolerating Zeus. Sometimes teams up with Ares to yell at Zeus about his affairs...

Zeus is wisely and uncharacteristically quiet and behaves well for a few decades. Then does his own thing... This cycle repeats.

Everyone will probably hate me for this but Tartarus relationship with Gaea is a bit strained.

Initially Tartarus loved her (and he probably still does) but she more or less had a affinity for Ouranos. Not wrong. earth loved the sky; Tartarus probably thought it was ironic at best (don't hate him. he doesn't know what soap operas are and to be fair at that time they didn't exist..) He respected Gaea's decision and contemplated sending a gift and then sort of moved on.

He tried at least.

Flash forward some years a few of Gaea's children are thrown down. Ok Tartarus really didn't like the new complaining voices but he couldn't be bothered to get rid of them. He let Nyx make some new friends-- anything to get them to stop whining about how things weren't great with Ouranos.

Tartarus didn't give any fucks about what was happening above ground. And for a little while was out of the loop of info so he was understandably confused when gaea (haha former crush) came sobbing to him about how her grandchildren had been disrespectful! killing their own father and whatnot and how she just wanted her family to be happy but they couldn't stay peaceful to save their lives. So she'd start from scratch. But she really wanted his help. Yeah Tartarus actually fell for it and agreed.

It was good. It was fine. at first.

Gaea's last relationship didn't go well so it's understandable she'd keep her new partner at arms length. Tartarus could understand that. Tartarus was extremely patient with Gaea but her behavior drastically altered when she realized her exact position in Tartarus's mind.

If you're confused think Morticia and Gomez from the Addams family. But morticia is more manipulative (in subtle ways)

At some point it occurred to her that Tartarus had assimilated Kronos her son. Well she figured Tartarus couldn't be too bright given his location and his seemingly despondent disposition; this meant he could be fairly simple to seduce. Gaea is almost successful. Yes they have kids together but she didn't get any of the pieces of Kronos from Tartarus. Mostly because Tartarus's apathy interfered and he couldn't be bothered to play search and find

After Typhoon was sired Gaea decided the relationship was over since even she hadn't gotten what she wanted she did still get something to her advantage. Tartarus immediately fell into a depression from heartbreak and didn't recover for a few centuries. Rhea spent a lot of her time trying to get him to snap out of it. That was probably the best since her own children didn't appear to need her...

Although Gaea seperated, (since she felt it was time to explore her existence without a male) she did appreciate and thank Tartarus's kindness. Tartarus being classified as gloomy and depressing lived up to that description by making his apathy more obvious. On occasion more damned souls were carted there for imprisonment and Tartarus could care less.

At some point thirty years prior the start of the story he decided to learn why humans were so interesting to the other deities.

Yeah I know it's not accurate to the myth but I'm really imaginative and kinda self centered and it's mythology! Should be fine.

If there is a goddess or deity you wish to know about, I'm pretty sure my ask box is still open.

Any complaints let me know and I'll do my best not to be a dick about it and fix it.

Happy New Year's

#greek mythology #greek gods #lore chthonic order #tartarus #demeter fic #no I didn't forget #my life is just shit #so im never in a good headspace to write more than character lore #im sorry I went dark all this time

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raptorsaurusmelain · 7 months

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Let me show you... Youtube -chapter 17

I went to the dentist today and my mouth is still hurting for the descaling. Send help.

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

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Once they had everything they went back to the dorm. The delivery would only be on Sunday so they had a tranquil night. Victoria read the books Trein gave her to help Yuu with their studies. It was interesting to see the story about both worlds and that they still did not have any world wars. The nearest thing they had was the Briar Valley against human war.

She was intrigued by how they achieved peace, she didn’t get there in the game. (we won’t spoil anymore here ;) )

She closed the old dusty book. Maybe she should write all her questions on paper and do a thorough review with Trein. [Not a bad idea. It would be better to learn about the situation with other words to see if I understood correctly.]

She spent her night writing down her questions. She knew from the game that Yuu would be struggling with the classes. At the same time what do you expect from being paired with Grim ? He was cute of course, but a little disorganized. And didn’t listen to classes very well. He was… Quite a bad student to tell the truth. His notes were mostly drawings of fishes and words here and there. She shouldn’t say anything about his notes, hers were a mix between words and little schemas about what the teacher spoke. Her notes were unreadable and she was ashamed of it. Some people tried to understand her notes, but even her best friend preferred to read anyone else's notes. And start talking to me about her thesis notes. It was just a pure drawing of circles and arrows in every direction.

She sighed while brushing her teeth. She should set up an example, she should do her best to show them that rigorous work could bring them everywhere. Even archmages, like Grim wanted.

She lay down in her bed. Tomorrow would be a great day of showing love to Yuu and Grim.

When they had breakfast, she announced her plan for the day : first they would need to repair the roof in case of rain. For the moment they were lucky but from the weather cast Victoria saw on the TV, it won’t last long. Even if NRC had fairies to control the weather you never know what could happen. -*Cough* fairy gala *cough*-.

To avoid having Yuu and Grim on the roof, she told them they could watch what they wanted on the TV.

Victoria filled multiple buckets with tiles to pull up to the roof and lay a tarp to avoid dirtying her clothes. she delicately took off the old broken tiles and put the new ones, one by one. She stopped for the morning when she finished doing a quarter of the roof.

When she got down, Yuu and Grim surprised her by doing some tuna sandwiches with the tuna they bought the day before. She thanked them and give them their second job of the day : receive the old tiles and put them in the trash pile.

Victoria watched them from the roof doing their best. They were very cute, lifting the bucket like they could. [My babies are so cuuuute].

She continued her hard work and called it a day when half of the roof was done. [I need a bath and make dinner].

She looked at Yuu and Grim. “Play and do your homework, I am going to take a bath for an hour.”

It was a much needed self care after all.

They had hot dog spaghetti that night and Victoria verified their homework. Even if Yuu wasn’t going to school at the moment, Victoria served as the link between the teacher and the Child. She brought the homework, the teacher corrected it and gave it back with new homework.

But when Yuu began to struggle in math, Victoria watched with more attention the homework. The functions given were unnecessarily hard for their year. [What the hell ? What’s happening ?]

Victoria did her best to teach Yuu about integrals from the very beginning, trying to make the class interesting. Yuu then said something very worrying. “I prefer your way to explain it, I understood it better.”

Victoria didn’t like that. It was a teacher’s job to make sure the class understood the class materials.

The morning after, Yuu woke up and while having breakfast decided to tell Victoria that they were ready to go to class again.

Victoria nagged them about the way Yuu was packing their books. “You should be more carefuuul, they are going to be torn like this !”.

Yuu answered. “They are just books, everything is going to be alright !”

Victoria’s eyes widened and placated her hands around the side of the bag. “How DARE you ? They are living beings too !”

Yuu and Grim laughed at Victoria’s seriousness. [So I am funny after all !] Thought a very satisfied Victoria.

When they were at school, Crowley interrupted Victoria in her mindless swiping. “I bid you good morning Victoria ! I saw that the repairs of the dorm have started!”

Victoria was very suspicious. “Hello Sir… I began mending the roof, I only did half of it.”

Crowley was impressed. “Half of it in a day ? Good gracious, you are really determined !”

Victoria was jaded. “I am determined to have a roof that is not leaking, yes.”

Crowley felt a little bit uneasy with this comment. “Where did you learn about repairing a roof ? It must have been strenuous.”

Victoria inhaled and exhaled loudly. “Youtube.”

Crowley blinked. “I have a sense that it will be your answer to all the questions we have.”

And he was right.

Tag : @hipsterteller @boba-tea-fish

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst lmsyy #twst fanfic #twst yuu #twst victoria #Victoria is repairing the roof guys !!

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gren-arlio · 8 months

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Folks, one and all, Welcome to Episode 4 of (Waku) Puyo Extras, along with some fairly big announcements again.

(There's no real context for these images. They're basically title cards and the table of contents.)

Hello everyone, and welcome to the fourth installment of Waku Puyo Extras, the filler series before I start Arle's route where I post things about this game, what I can find, and maybe even another game sometimes if I really feel like it. The more lore, the better, eh? After getting verified into the English Puyo Puyo Community Discord, I've been speaking there while doing this sort of stuff.

I'll start off with a quick announcement, a time change, if you will.

Yes. I will translate Arle's route. WHEN though is a bit...in the air. I know I said in a week or so, but... School is starting soon, and obviously, I won't be having as much time as I usually do making this stuff, so I decided ahead of time to prepare.

It's basically certain that I won't be posting every week. Maybe sometimes, but there might be a post every 2 weeks, or longer if needed. School and home life is more important after all. Even in a rare case of me not posting for a while, I'll still be quietly working. In that scenario, I'll again mostly, if only, post on weekends. I don't want this stressing me out, after all.

There's a chance I may be taking a hiatus during that time. Even I need breaks sometimes, and I also want to make time for my friends, family, and my education.

Basically, expect my schedule to be fucked up from now on. Hope you'll understand. I'll try to keep a schedule though.

So with this, what're we covering today? Simple, really.

A new video. About the latter half since I've done the first half on Episode 1 of Extras.

This really won't be factual stuff, but me talking about Lagnus as a whole. (Madou Saturn, Puyo Chronicles, etc) Consider the 2nd parts of these to be...random trivia, games, etc. Spices things up. The manga section will be for next time...didn't have enough time.

With that, let's talk about what'll happen today.

Whole new video.

youtube

Thing is about this video, I did...half of it already. It's the first Extra episode actually, the one where Witch sees Schezo and blasts him and me with the ♡'s. The latter half is with the OTHER 2 protags, which is the part I'm properly translating.

(Also the song for the Battle Castle is actually alluding me to an annoying degree, I'm still trying to find the song.)

Timestamps:

Satan 1 (Rulue): (22:13)

Battle Castle Explanation (Rulue): (22:44)

Succubus Boss 1 (Rulue): (23:12)

Witch Trade (Rulue): 25:25)

Satan 2 (Arle): (26:03)

Battle Castle Explanation 2 (Arle): (26:32)

Succubus Boss 2 (Arle): (27:05)

Witch Trade 2 (30:15)

God, Witch acting normal is gonna be so uncanny to me now after like 6 months of working on Schezo Story. I'm used to her being a menace to society.

With that little remark, hope you enjoy.

Satan 1 (Rulue): (22:13)

Rulue:

What the!?

Minotauros:

Umo!? (God I still do not like this bozo)

Satan:

Well...there's the last tower.

Rulue:

Oh, Satan!? (Here I believe she says the one honorific with someone who's highly respected/they like. San? Kun? Don't fully know.)

Satan:

The magical item is in that tower.

Rulue:

Is that so?

Satan:

W-well, I think so...

Rulue:

...?

Satan:

No, hahaha...it must be in there! (Can also be interpreted as "Must've been the wind!")

Rulue:

If I can get my hands on that magical item, I'll finally be able to have magical powers...

Minotauros:

Master Rulue?

Rulue:

Darling Satan... ♡♡ (And thus, they return...)

I'll certainly come back with the magic item!

Satan:

Oh, you're motivated. Keep it up, and do your best.

Rulue:

Yes, Satan. ♡ (again an honorific here. I think San?)

Minotauros:

...

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Battle Castle Explanation (Rulue): (22:44)

Succubus:

Welcome. Nice to meet you in such a place.

Rulue:

Oh...who are you? Are you the boss of this place?

Succubus:

I'm a Succubus. I guess I'm the boss of this place here.

I'm not trying to lure in people...I'm an usher.

Rulue:

Well...let me ask you this, what is this place?

Succubus:

Huh? You haven't heard? Eh, I'll explain.

This is a special attraction where many of the bosses you've fought wait.

The guys there are at least level 50, and at their very best, well over level 100.

If you're good, you'll make it halfway through, but if you're not confident, don't go.

Rulue

Heh...do you really think that'll stop me?

Succubus:

If you want to go in, be my guest. Do as you please. ♡ (With Succubus it feels much more normal because...she's a Succubus.)

Rulue:

(Who is this woman...?)

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Succubus Boss 1 (Rulue): (23:12)

Rulue:

Oh? You're here this time?

Succubus:

Fufufu...♡ Yes, I'm surprised you made it this far.

Rulue:

Heh? Who do you think I am? It was easy.

Succubus:

Heh~ I really don't care... (Man she's different compared to her talks to Schezo.)

Rulue:

You don't care? What is there not to care for!?

Succubus:

Your face, your voice, the way you talk, everything!

Rulue:

Oh, now you've done it!

Now that you've said all that, you ready for this? It's far too late to apologize...

Succubus:

Hm...you seem rather ready.

Rulue:

Oh, you're unforgivable!

[Putting these here, I've translated Succubus loss quote too many times for my own good, and when Rulue gets to the chest at 22:10, it says Rulue got a book.]

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Witch Trade 1 (Rulue): (25:25)

Rulue:

Oh my goodness! All of that hassle for a book. (She can also say my god.)

And I got no clue how to use it! (...By reading it, genius. Granted it's Meteor but still.)

Minotauros:

Master Rulue...

Rulue:

Ugh! What do I do with this junk!?

Witch:

Hey!!

Rulue:

What do you want!?

Witch:

It's outrageous that you would try to destroy my grimoire!

Rulue:

"Your Grimoire," you must be joking! It's mine.

Witch:

What're you talking about? Aren't you unable to use magic? (Harsh, but true.)

It's like giving a pearl to a pig, so give it to me! (The Pearl to a Pig thing is something I'm a lil unsure about but yea.)

Rulue:

What the hell!

(Either way she gives it.)

Witch:

...Finally, I got my hands on the "Meteor Grimoire" I've been searching for.

...yes, in return, I'll give you the "Ultimate Queen's Secret Manual".

Rulue:

Huh...

Witch:

Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go.

Rulue:

I see. Even with that special manual, that girl wouldn't be able to use it.

That's her "Pearl's to Pigs".

Minotauros:

Good for you, Master Rulue.

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Satan 2 (Arle): (26:03)

Arle:

W-what!?

Carbuncle:

Guu!?

Satan:

Oh...that's the final tower.

Arle:

Eh!?

Satan:

There's a great magical item in that tower.

Arle:

What? I thought you didn't know about any item.

Satan:

What's so funny? I was upset at the time...

Arle:

...This place is weird. You sure you're the owner?

Satan:

I'm for sure the owner of "Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Land."

Arle:

Then why...

Satan:

Well, I've been busy with a lot of things.

A person like me can't check every single attraction.

Arle:

You...I guess you really don't know anything about this, do you?

Satan:

N-no, that's...

Arle:

Guess I have no choice...Let's go, Carbuncle!

Carbuncle;

Guu!

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Battle Castle Explanation 2 (Arle): (26:32)

Arle:

Huh? What's a castle doing here... seems like a new attraction.

Let's go for now, shall we?

Carbuncle:

Gugu!

Succbus:

Welcome. Pleasure to meet you.

Arle:

Hello...who are you anyways?

Succubus:

Im a Succubus. (Hm...haha...) [I wasn't able to find the parentheses text out. Sorry.]

I'm not here to lure you in... I'm an usher.

Arle:

Hm...my goodness...

Succubus:

Why don't you go into this place without sounding so harsh?

Arle:

Well? Can I enter?

Succubus:

Yes, you can. ♡

Arle:

So, is this a new attraction?

Succubus:

Huh? You haven't heard? Well, let me make this easy for you.

[She then explains the same thing she told Rulue.]

Arle:

What? I didn't know enemies could get that strong...

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Succubus Boss 2 (Arle) (27:05)

Arle:

I met you outside...

Succubus:

Fufufu...well, we're finally here...

Arle:

Err...

If we're talking now, by any chance, are you the boss here?

Succubus:

Well, you're right, I am the boss here.

But don't talk to me like I'm just a boss, talk to me like I'm a queen.

Arle:

Queen?

(Her and Rulue share a lot in common...)

Succubus:

Did you say something?

Arle:

Uhh, it's nothing...

Succubus:

Then I'll make you my special servant.

You should be honored, I usually only take very good looking men. (THAT explains Schezo's Route...)

Arle:

A servant!? I don't want that!

Succubus:

Oh...you're a funny girl. You're missing out on a lot.

Arle:

Are you...is your head okay? I think you need to see a doctor...

Succubus:

Shut up!

I think people with your attitude need to be taught a lesson...prepare yourself!

Arle:

Ugh, what a mess!

[Once again at 30:05 it says "Arle got a book."]

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Witch Trade 2 (Arle): (30:15)

Arle:

That was fun, Carby!

Carbuncle;

Guu!

Arle;

...But I don't understand what this grimoire is for.

Witch:

Hey!

Arle:

Ah! Don't just appear like that randomly!

Witch:

Oh, sorry about that. (WITCH? The horrors beyond my comprehension? Apologizing? I'm too used to Schezo's Route...)

But I'd like to ask, may I have that grimoire that you have right now?

Arle:

W-Well...

(They give it.)

Witch:

Finally...I got my hands on the "Meteor Grimoire" I've been looking for.

...Yes, in return, I'll give you the "Jugem's Grimoire." (Idk what Jugem means...Probably just call it the Great Mage Grimoire.)

Arle:

Huh...

Witch:

Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go.

Arle:

I'll do my best to use "The Jugem Grimoire"!

Carbuncle:

Gugu!

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And that's translations. I won't deny, I delayed them a good bit, but they're done. Expect Part 1 of Arle's Route within'...maybe a week or two depending on how long the first episode is. Might split it in half like Schezo's.

And with that...We're on Random Puyo Extras. Filler INSIDE of filler where I speak about a Random Puyo thing very unprofessionally.

Today, it'll be on Lagnus/Ragnus Bishasi.

So, my boy Lagnus. Top 3 character in Puyo/Madou IMO, and I'm just kinda here to talk about the man, and how different he is COMPILE vs SEGA Era Puyo, least personality wise. And since I don't want this to JUST walls of text...I'll throw in a few images.

Let's start with SEGA Era, shall we?

Let's begin with Puyo Sun, his first introduction.

(Concept art of Lagnus, along the Puyo Sun cast as a whole.)

In Sun, he's portrayed as a bit of a fool. He's trying to become stronger and all that, which power to him, powerscaling in Puyo seems mad fun, and you see him in Arle's route first killing a Puyo to transform into his teenage self. He then challenges Arle...only for his pants to fall down. This is why we wear belts.

You then see him in Schezo's route next, fresh off his loss against Arle. He notices Schezo is a Dark Mage, and rushes in to attack, only to fall down when Schezo dodges, reverting back to a kid, before throwing a temper tantrum...Not the best showcasing of the man. However, in the novels, it IS said that he only turns into a kid due to Satan being a bit of a jerk.

Minna De Puyo Puyo has a similar beat with SUN Lagnus. Here, he offers to help out Arle out with her journey, but unfortunately, guy is still a kid, so Arle assumes he's joking. Guy can't catch a break.

Oh. But Chronicles got you covered, right?

No. It doesn't.

He appears in Purplune Aqueduct, basically gaslighting himself into thinking he's The Great Hero, when it's Arle...and he's stupid pissy about it. He challenges Arle, loses, and runs into the final dungeon alone. Arle sees him again, is still annoyed with him, and beats him again, before joining your team.

I genuinely don't like how he's portrayed here at all, probably my least favorite version of him ever.

But COMPILE got you covered. For real this time.

(Concept Art of Lagnus and art showing the major characters...and Witch/Draco.)

In Madou Saturn, he's basically the 3rd protagonist of the game, next to Arle and Rulue. You start off the game playing as the man, who's kinda cracked, before he uses all of his power to slay Yoggus, the main antagonist, before he realizes that a portal opened up and that the Yogs (Main villain group) are in other dimensions, before the portal sucks him in. Thankfully, Satan saves the guy and traps him in a crystal to prevent the man from dying.

However, not all was lost. He's able to transfer his soul into Schezo's body, and be able to control it for a small period of time, though he does get removed due to the large amount of darkness in Schezo. It's the reason why Arle and Rulue were so confused when Schezo decided to help them sometimes. He even fights Satan with you in Schezo's body.

When Arle finally meets the guy fairly late into the game, he's turned to a child due to his curse, before telling Schezo that he had to keep controlling him for his own good, annoying Schezo. He starts to tell Arle and Co. about what went down in his world.

(This happens after, but it's always fun to throw in.)

After tons of trials and tribulations, they finally reach Yoggus, and...win the first time around, and Lagnus gets his Reactor Blade back, turning him back into his teenage self, and he fights Yoggus as his full power with Arle and Rulue, and slay Yoggus.

As the place they fought in begins to collapse, Arle and Rulue run off, and Lagnus and Satan...stay behind. Least for a bit with Satan. At that moment, Arle wonders where Lagnus is, and Satan breaks the news: He went back to his own world.

However, what went on was slightly different. Lagnus decides to stay in the collapsing area, saying he'll go back home, as he thinks he was one of the main causes for the problem, and risks being sent to another dimension just for a chance to get home. Satan says otherwise though, as not only did he remove the curse, but indeed was helping Lagnus, pulling things behind the scenes, like deliberately putting important things in obvious spaces.

Satan did this...mostly because we wanted to show the people of his world a reason to defend it. That and he was bored. After that, he gives Lagnus the Azorecrack, a pendant that allows him to transfer between his and Arle's world, saying he was intentionally hiding it. Lagnus, quietly cursing Satan, thanks him, and says he'll be back another day.

With the plot synopsis of SATURN for Lagnus, it shows that not only is he fairly smart and has a strong sense of justice, but he's pragmatic to boot, never going too far with everything, besides the start of the game. He develops a good friendship with Arle and even Rulue, and Schezo kinda hates the guy. He even develops a small acquaintanceship with Satan, thanking him for a lot but also cursing him for not stopping everything. In a game like Saturn, where a lot of characters are hit or miss, Lagnus stands out as probably the best written one out there...until Chronicles kinda messed him up badly.

With this little image, I think I did the man a tad bit of justice.

That'll be all. Thanks for reading.

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stellaeviventem · 9 months

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Very sorry to come into your ask box with this (you give off a nice welcoming vibe for the whole 🍉 thing) but I look at her toyhouse since you mentioned it and is her depictions of Pastel with adhd, schizophrenia and autism depicted well? Only asking since you seem to know a lot about those things!

idk if i'm bein a little bit dummy brain right now but i THINK i know what you're trying to ask me LMFAO

let me see if i can get it right

i won't be speaking about schizophrenia in a first person point of view, since i am not diagnosed with schizophrenia and i don't show symptoms as far as i am aware. however i am fully diagnosed with adhd since 2010 and am in the process of getting verifiably diagnosed with autism as of 2023 - i have thought i have had autism since about 2020.

schizophrenia

as far as i am aware, the only signs that pastel has 'schizophrenia' is the fact that she has a demon in her head and a little version of her behind a wall in her head. that's not schizophrenia, and is in fact a very gross stereotype and misrepresentation of schizophrenia in and of itself.

looking at this from a story point of view and giving mel the benefit of the doubt, i understand why she made pastel 'schizophrenic'. a false diagnosis like that makes sense considering what pastel was going through with 3. however, she needs to make the distinction somewhere that this is a false diagnosis because pastel's doctors don't know about what's going on with 3 and they don't understand it.

schizophrenia is not just 'haha im hearing voices and hallucinating teehee!!'. it's so SO much more than that. and even doing a surface level amount of research on the topic shows that because THIS is what pops up on google;

2. autism & adhd

as someone who is going to be diagnosed with autism and has been diagnosed with adhd, literally where is it. where's the autism? where's the adhd! the only autistic traits i can get from pastel is her thousand yard stare and even that can be chocked up to her disassociation. mei shows more autism symptoms than pastel by stimming and shit.

she consistently doesn't know what she's talking about with adhd. adhd is not just 'oh someone's hyperactive and good at stuff'! you clearly do NOT understand the amount of fucking turmoil i went through as a child with adhd trying to make it through primary school without making a fool out of myself.

i'm not here to speculate about what mental illnesses mel has, because it's been done to death already. but what i'm trying to say here is that if she truly has everything she claims she does, she should be better at representing it, not giving a singular google-search's worth of traits to her shitty characters just to get mental illness points.

mental illnesses as a whole are a slippery slope, especially if you don't have the mental illness you're portraying and/or don't have friends who have that illness. research is important. and no, a google search and clicking the first result is not enough and it never will be.

what i personally do is pretend like i'm writing an essay on the mental illness i'm portraying. i get at least 3 confirmed resources and most of all, i LISTEN to the people who have been diagnosed with those illnesses. that's what works for me, personally, so it won't work for everyone. but it's better than a shitty google search.

i think i only scratched the surface since there's people much more qualified than me to talk about this, but thank you for asking my opinion on it. i'm glad i've made my platform so welcoming for people unfortunately involved in the whole situation.

#anon #asked and answered #🍉

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hiiiii i came here to talk about jane spring because i know that you have opinions and i have opinions too! yay!

so. i think that you are so right saying that people who make jane to be a villain are wrong. but i also think that sometimes trying really really hard isn't enough - sometimes it doesn't help. and that isn't the our fault, because sometimes trying is all that we can do. BUT in the same time i feel like my main issues with jane and julio aren't the things that are openly adressed in the books. it's not the things tori accuses them of. it's the fact that tori is so busy with helping charlie. how old is she, 17? she shouldn't be the one taking care of charlie. she shouldn't be the one trying to convince him to eat breakfest. she shouldn't be the one that oliver calls when charlie locks himself in the kitchen. i feel like that's the part that really makes me feel weird about jane and julio. why isn't oliver calling them? why isn't he calling his parents, the people who are supposed to care for charlie, the adults? why is he calling his teenage sister? because if i was in a situation like that i definitely would not be calling my sister.

i think that jane spring is a very well written realistic character and that's what most heartbreaking about her to me.

i think that people who call her abusive are crazy. like have we even read the same books????

anyway. i would love to hear more of your thoughts about her

bye

oooh okay this is a very interesting thing to point out. Thank you for sharing! i love talking about this :)

ok here i go-

Firstly, adressing the fact that Oliver called Tori when Charlie was in danger, i think that it is quite likely that Oliver would have thought of calling his parents first. I don't remember the events of solitaire word by word because i read it a while ago, so do correct me if i'm wrong, but this is what i think:

i think oliver spring trusts and loves his parents. now, i cant say for sure because obviously he doesnt get much screen time, but everytime we do see him (unless he's with charlie or tori) he seems to always be carried by his parents or staying very close to them. also, remember when oliver really wanted a dog but jane spring wouldnt let him? she was so nice about it. even though some people may think that she isnt the best mother to tori and charlie, it is very clear that she is a good mother to oliver.

so, i think it is reasonable to assume that he DID think of calling his parents first. However, they probably didn't pick up (which is not their fault- these things happen. how could they possibly have known?).

Or, another explanation is that he didn't want to bother his parents, because he was still young and he didn't really understand the urgency/weight of what was happening inside that kitchen (although i do acknowledge that he had a hunch that it was bad.)

Btw, I am the oldest child. I have a sister 2 years younger than me and i have another one 8 years younger than me. I think i am quite verified to about the spring sibling dynamics. If my youngest sister called me when i am out and said that she is worried about something weird that my other sister is doing, i wouldn't think that it is a reflection of how trustworthy or reliable my own parents are.

i personally always assumed that it was normal to trust your siblings more than your parents because your siblings are more understanding and also they don't have the power to punish you (is this not the case...?)

Also, about Tori having to constantly ask Charlie to eat and look out for him, that's honestly just an oldest sibling thing, imo. Of course Tori would try to always look out for Charlie, because she is older than him and cares about him and feels responsible for him.

Jane and Julio have to go to work. They may have to leave really early or come home late, and that's not their fault. I think that when they have time, they obviously do look out for charlie (duh because hes their kid lol), but the story mostly shows tori looking out for him because its tori and charlie's story.

Of course that manifested negatively and impacted Tori's mental health, but i wouldn't say that it is Jane or Julio's fault. Even if Jane and Julio spent every hour of the day looking after Charlie, i think Tori still would have worried to death over him.

Oh also, i do agree that Jane and Julio probably should have paid more attention to Tori and her mental health, but that only means that they are flawed parents. i do acknowledge that they are flawed, but then again, all parents are flawed (i know this doesnr make it right, but it does put things into perspective... imo)

i think my greatest irritation at the fandom is when they act like jane and julio played a big part in worsening tori and charlie's mental health 😭

i look forward to your reply! i typed this out on a long bus trip while half listening to my sister tell me a story so it may be a little messy, do correct me if im wrong abt anything

#tori spring #alice oseman #osemanverse #jane spring #charlie spring

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2. "The male is a deficient life form. The world would be better off if women didn't need men to reproduce."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Nature does not concern herself with ethical propositions. As a scientist, my interest is *strictly dispassionate*."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - There's nothing *dispassionate* about the way he talks about the insect.

2. "Tell me more about these traps."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Well..." He points at the cage of mesh and wiring on the ground. "They may not *look* impressive, but Lena designed them quite cleverly, so I'm sure they'll do the trick."

"Lena designed the traps?"

"How do the traps work?"

"What are you using as bait?"

"Let me ask you about something else."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes," he says with some pride.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - More than some. He admires this about her.

2. "How do the traps work?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Simple -- attracted by the locusts, the phasmid crawls down the funnel, and, having eaten its fill, can't get back out."

"At least, that's the intention. The net isn't a perfect solution, but we didn't want to use anything that might damage the specimen's delicate exoskeleton."

3. "What are you using as bait?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Locusts." He gestures toward the trap. "Nearly all *known* phasmids are herbivores, of course, but we've hypothesized that the Insulindian phasmid might occasionally prey on other insects."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - Inside the traps, a number of locusts crawl and tumble over one another in a tiny, chittering swarm.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - A meat-eating stick insect? Does it pretend to be the reeds as part of it's ambush behaviour? This seems unlikely.

4. "A carnivorous stick insect? Seems unlikely."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Thank you for your opinion. We have also included plant material in the traps -- to satiate your *scepticism*."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Not a big fan of scepticism, this one.

5. "What will you do if these traps don't work?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "They'll *work*, I assure you. The predatory hypothesis -- using locusts as bait -- accounts for the failure of previous efforts by other teams, which used plants. We have given this some thought."

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - The traps do seem to be deftly and thoughtfully constructed. It's clear the cryptozoologist's wife knows what she's doing.

6. "Let me ask you about something else."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes. What?"

3. "Lena seems pretty eager for you to return."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "And I'm eager to return to her, I assure you -- but I can't leave before we've finished with these traps."

"My wife understands that just as well as anyone." He looks south -- where Lena would be.

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "COME ON, MORELL. WE'VE BEEN SOAKING OUT HERE FOR DAYS. IT'S TIME TO GO BACK."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "AND LEAVE THE TRAPS? ABSOLUTELY NOT!" he yells in response. "I won't let Lena down..."

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "COME ON, SHE WANTS US BACK. I'M SOAKED UP TO MY NUTS OVER HERE. WE'LL BOTH CATCH REED CRABS IF WE DON'T DRY OUT SOON."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Won't *let Lena down*? Sounds like the cryptozoologist's wife shares a *special connection* to the phasmid somehow...

"I didn't know the phasmid was so important to Lena."

"C'mon. You're doing this for yourself, not her."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Of course it's important to her, she's *seen* it. A verified sighting, on record, one of only four this century and it's hers."

"Really? She's *sighted* the phasmid? She didn't tell me that."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes. That's... how we first came to know one another, in fact. But that's *her* story to tell, not mine." He coughs, then continues...

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Needless to say, you *must* ask her about the mysterious phasmid.

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Suffice to say, it's long been our dream to find proof of the Insulindian phasmid *together*. I can't abandon course now." Another cough, into his fist this time.

"Maybe you could go back to the Whirling, warm up, come back to check the traps *later*?"

"You should just give up on this bug hunt."

"Okay. I understand. I don't give up on things either."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "No, no, no. The traps need to be monitored on a regular schedule. What would we do if the phasmid were to *starve* while we were sipping tea at the hostel?"

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - He's dead set on this.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - Hmm... I could go for some trap-setting.

4. "What if we checked the traps for you?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I didn't expect you to take such an interest in our work here, officer." He looks at you with obvious surprise.

"Cryptozoology and detective work are very similar."

"Chaos is my method. I am its scion."

"I'm *all in* with this cryptid shit. I'm hooked."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes, indeed! Both require a great deal of research, attention to detail, and, above all, *persistence*."

"Where are these traps?"

"What do I do if there's a phasmid in one of the traps?"

"What if I encounter the phasmid in the wild?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "There are four in total. One is to the south, on this little peninsula -- by the boat houses there." He points south. "It's very near."

"Another we set in Land's End, to the northeast. It's behind a small sand dune there, on your way to the old radio tower. After the church."

"The third is set near the canal, where you crossed. By a concrete slab. A big thicket of reeds going up the slope, and among them..." He gestures to the trap in front of him.

"You should check at least one of those before returning to *this* one, since I just set it. This one's more of a *technicality*, but still... better safe and stupid than sorry."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That seems like a lot. Do we really have time for this... extracurricular venture?"

"The pursuit of knowledge is its own justification."

"What? Aren't you having *fun*?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Even relative to examining a week-old corpse, I'm not sure mucking about in the reeds qualifies as *fun*... but have it your way, detective..."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - If you think it's important -- you *have* been right before.

2. "What do I do if there's a phasmid in one of the traps?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Bring it to me at once. Just make sure the trap is closed tight."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's not comfortable with the possibility that you'll claim the find -- but he's lying about this even to himself.

3. "What if I encounter the phasmid in the wild?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "That's *highly* unlikely, officer. But, in the event you do..." He takes out a small white spray can. "I'll spray you with a pheromone mixture I developed."

"It's made of musk and research chemicals. The pheromones *should* attract the insect to you, or at least prevent it from bolting at the sight of you. It's quite potent, will last you about a week."

"Lay it on me."

"Lay it on me -- thick." (Present your arm pit.)

"I don't want this, thank you very much."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - He douses you with the odd-smelling spray -- a double helping as you present your other arm pit -- and then gives you a satisfied nod.

+5 XP

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - This is the smell of dying reeds, of longing crumbling into the water.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant wrinkles his nose. "I hope you're not buying this. He dispenses it without letting you touch the canister, so it would be precious, like holy water..."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "It *is* precious. A single dose cost me 50 reál to develop. Not that I expect *you* to understand self-financing one's own research." He looks at the lieutenant with disdain, then puts the spray back in his pocket.

3. "I'm ready. Let's get to it." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Right. Which means you two can pack up and go back to the Whirling."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Whatever he thinks about this detour, it's clear that these men are exhausted and in need of assistance.

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "FINALLY! Someone's talking sense!"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Thank you for your help. Gary and I will start breaking down camp. If you have any more questions, now's the time to ask! We'll be gone once you get to it."

New task: Inspect the traps

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - If it's more cryptid-related business you want to discuss, you'll have time for that later too.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - But what if the information is vital -- on *the hunt*...

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - What about his eager-to-leave friend Gary there? Talk to him too, perhaps.

3. "How did you become a *cryptozoologist*?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I've just always liked animals, and puzzles. Searching for cryptids is a bit of both."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He seems reluctant to talk about himself, but he'll open up -- if you prod a little.

"So you're living your childhood dream out here."

"Why not just be a zoologist? Real animals are puzzling too."

"Have you ever discovered a cryptid?"

"Thanks for explaining that. Now, about something else." (Conclude.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "It's not child's play just because I have to traipse through the mud every so often." His eyes narrow.

2. "Why not just be a zoologist? Real animals are puzzling too."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "*Real*..." He scoffs at the concept. "I know you think one is a respectable profession while the other is superstition, everyone does!"

"I don't. It's a profession, just like any other."

"Honestly -- being a cryptozoologist trumps most of the garbage I've seen people do."

"Cryptozoology does seem like a lot of wishful thinking."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Hmh," a hum and a nod. "My methods do not differ from other scientists, I simply draw upon a wider variety of evidence, and I have more hope that something truly surprising might happen."

"And has anything 'truly surprising' ever happened to you?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I have yet to *catch* a cryptid, if that's what you're getting at, but I have come close. Close enough to keep trying."

3. "What kinds of evidence do you use?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Everything from forgotten regional lore to newspaper accounts like the one that brought us here to look for the phasmid. I keep a very open mind."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - He's interested in things that people believe that scientists don't.

"You think other scientists don't listen to ordinary people enough?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Most *establishment* scientists only care about reputation and remuneration, not *real* research, and certainly not the truth. They're a cowardly lot, and both *the field* and basement archives can be dangerous places."

4. "So you have never discovered a cryptid?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "No. Very few cryptids are ever discovered -- and not for a lack of trying. To stay hidden is a cryptid's primary quality. It's even in the *name* cryptid."

"So how many cryptids have been found?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Of the list of cryptids kept by the Cryptozoological Society of Chemnie, which is four thousand and eighty two items long, about two thousand have been confirmed as hoaxes."

"Two are categorized as 'confirmed discoveries'. The rest are in differing stages of discovery, refutation, and data collection."

"Only *two* have proven to be real?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes -- the Shautauquan forest pygmy who turned out to be an extinct species of primate; and a cave salamander from Yugo-Graad, who is... honestly quite unremarkable. It's in a zoo somewhere..."

"We cryptozoologists are brutally honest with ourselves, more so even than the public. Most cryptids are hoaxes or they are never found. That does not mean we should stop searching."

"Two out of four thousand is not even *one* percent!"

(Nod approvingly.) "Then the Insulindian phasmid will be the *third*."

"I don't even know what to say. That's a small number of discoveries."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Indeed." He does not smile, just looks you in the eye. It's a forceful gaze. "If our expedition is successful, every paper in the world will report on it. From Revachol to Doushantou -- it will be a zoological miracle."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - The hair on your arms stands up... electricity. Sounds like reeds hissing.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - He has clearly done his math on this. There is no surprising him -- or swaying his opinion.

5. "Thanks for explaining that. Now, about something else." (Conclude.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes?"

4. "Let's talk about *specific* cryptids."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - He eyes you sceptically. "All right -- what cryptids, precisely? I usually discuss these things with *specialists*, so I don't know what..."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - *...we would have to discuss?* he wants to say, but decides against it since you've offered to help.

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - You need to ask him about specific cryptids -- cryptids you've heard about from Lena, or his friend Gary. He won't *just* talk.

"Which cryptid did you *almost* catch? You said before, that you almost caught one."

"I know all about the kind green ape! Look, I even have a kind green ape pen!" (Take out the pen)

"I know about the most dangerous cryptid -- the Gnome of Geroma."

"I know the biggest cryptid -- the Giant of Koko Nur."

"I know about *Cryobacter katlensis*."

"Just tell me about a cool cryptid. Any cryptid."

"Enough tales then. Let's change the subject."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "A willow person. It's a long story, one non-specialists would find rather dull."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Willow people? Not at *all*.

"What are willow people?"

"Let's talk about a different cryptid."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "They're not people, really -- some argue that they're not even animals, as they seem to have evolved directly from trees." He says it in a self-explanatory, every day manner.

"They're very, very thin, almost flat, in fact, and can camouflage themselves easily, wrapping themselves around trees and blending in with the tree bark. In that way, they're not too dissimilar from the phasmid we are looking for here."

"Wait, so I may have seen these willow people without knowing it?"

"How did you almost catch a willow person?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "You probably have!"

2. "How did you almost catch a willow person?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Gary and I painted an entire grove's worth of trees in slow-drying paint. It was a bright lavender colour. I was hoping one of the willow people would get paint on it and not be able to camouflage itself."

"After waiting in hiding for hours, I saw a figure slip from one of the trees, a lavender shadow dashing through the grove..."

"And then?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I chased it with a net -- not very elegant, but you can't be elegant in the field -- and, well, it was faster than me!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "A lavender shadow..." He smirks.

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I know you think we were snacking on funny mushrooms. It's easier to mock someone than to admit that the world might be more interesting than you've imagined."

"Furthermore," he raises his finger. "I am not saying it was a *confirmed* sighting. I am painfully aware of what goes into verifying such things. There is a serious possibility that I saw a squirrel, or a trick of the light. I am my own harshest critic."

"And Lena's sighting of the Phasmid. Is that..."

"Let's talk about a different cryptid."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Confirmed," he replies quickly. "It's 100% verified and meets all the standards of an authentic cryptid sighting."

2. "I know all about the kind green ape! Look, I even have a kind green ape pen!" (Take out the pen)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I see you've been talking about cryptids with Lena," he smiles. "The kind green ape is one of her favourites."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - A warm wave passes him. Of course the *kind* green ape is her favourite, he thinks.

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "We travelled to South Safre to look for it once. Gary and I got stuck in a rainstorm, though, and had to spend most of our time there in a little village."

"The search was fabulously unsuccessful -- but the people were very nice. I'm glad they didn't understand what Gary was saying about them…"

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "WHAT? SOUTH SAFRE?! THEY'RE JUST ON A DIFFERENT RUNG OF THE LADDER, MORELL! I HAD NO *PROBLEM* WITH THEM!"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "REALLY? You kept complaining how dirty everything is, but we digress..."

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "THEY'RE A *NASCENT CULTURE*. I just didn't feel comfortable, and... Let's change the topic, okay? Talk about your critters or whatever..." He mumbles something.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Yes. Back to cryptozoology. You don't want to sow disagreement between friends.

3. "I know about the most dangerous cryptid -- the Gnome of Geroma."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "*Formerly* the most dangerous, yes... But do you know the most dangerous *living* cryptid?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - He does not want to make it feel like you knowing it is some big deal.

"Living? No."

"I can try to guess."

"That must be the evil apes dukin' it out on the giant ball."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "The what?"

"The evil apes. I suspect I may be one myself."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Oh, you're just talking about *humans*. Well, yes, we are quite dangerous, but we're hardly cryptids." He corrects his hat and says -- as if it's the most sensible thing in the world...

"The most dangerous cryptid is a carnivorous ruminant, known colloquially as the *dread moose*."

"The... dread moose?"

"Get outta here!"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "No. I will not *get* out of anywhere." He lashes immediately. "The dread moose is a widely reported cryptid from Arda. It subsists entirely on flesh, and has even been known to dig up fresh graves in search of sustenance."

"Hold on... Does it also attack people?"

"Okay. What does the dread moose look like?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Human remains *have* been found deep in the forest, torn apart, then trampled into the mulch by large hooves. Infer from *that* what you will."

"Okay. What does the dread moose look like?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Just like an ordinary Ardan moose."

"Then how can you tell if it's the ordinary or the dread kind?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "You can't! That's what makes it so dreadful... and hard to identify."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - A moose that looks like any other moose... What's going on here? He's kidding right?

"I'm not completely sure about this *dread moose*…"

"I am 100% behind the dread moose. I *utterly* believe it exists."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "The bodies found in the forest are just one piece of physical evidence. There's more..."

"What's the other evidence?"

"I think I've heard enough about the dread moose. Let's pick another one."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "The recent surge in the moose population. As hidden carnivores, the dread moose are effectively removing competition for both themselves and their evolutionary cousins."

"But why would it need to hide its carnivorous nature?"

"What exactly is the relationship between carnivorous moose and regular moose?"

"Are there any reliable eyewitness accounts of a moose killing other animals for food?" (Conclude.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Moose are already being hunted for sport. Can you imagine what would happen if they came to be viewed as predators?"

2. "What exactly is the relationship between carnivorous moose and regular moose?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "The carnivorous moose are a very young species, the result of a genetic mutation that fared well in the process of natural selection."

"It makes sense that such a majestic animal with natural weapons -- antlers -- would come to rule the forest. The only strange thing is that it took so long."

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - He sees in the dread moose something perversely beautiful and just.

3. "Are there any reliable eyewitness accounts of a moose killing other animals for food?" (Conclude.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "One slaughterhouse at the outskirts of the woods in Vaasa reported that its staff kept seeing moose in the distance."

"The moose would just stare at the building, as though they were waiting for something. Its eyes bloodshot and full of cruelty."

"That does sound suspicious."

"I'm not sure I'm buying it."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "And that's not all! Some of the slaughterhouse apprentices went hiking by a nearby creek and saw a moose nibbling on an unidentified carcass!"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - This isn't something unique. Various species of deer have been known to scavenge when plant food is scarce.

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Anyway..." He settles down. "There is *more* than enough evidence to justify a thorough *search* for the dread moose. Let's close the subject, before it turns into an argument."

+5 XP

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Here is a man who has had more than his fair share of heated arguments -- and would, surprising as it may seem, prefer not to have any more.

6. "I know the biggest cryptid -- the Giant of Koko Nur."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "That's impressive, I guess." He does not seem that impressed. "But have you *seen* it with your own eyes?"

(Lie.) "Yes."

(Truth.) "No."

"Have *you* seen it?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Of course you haven't." He seems satisfied.

"Have *you* seen it?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I haven't had a chance to travel to *Koko Nur*, no. And I likely never will. The Samarskilt desert region has been embroiled in a small civil war for the last eight years."

"I fear this mindless barbarism may have wiped out the elusive creature entirely. Sightings of *towering luminosities* have grown rare recently. While they once used to be constant…"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Yes. Sightings of *mirages* are constant. A mirage is a constant phenomenon that people have no time to *report* when a war is going on.

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - It remains unclear what this has got to do with *you seeing it*, as he was inquiring before. He was just being defensive.

5. "I know about *Cryobacter katlensis*."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Oh, everyone knows about that one, thanks to professor Mijanou being the talk of the town for a time..." He coughs in his fist.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - A bit of jealousy there. He'd want that glory, truth be told. Even if he'd have to inject *himself* with bacteria to get it.

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Although -- probably because her life ended as a result of her work in Katla -- no one remembers her contributions to the search for the Nnong Okk."

"The Nnong Okk?"

"Better not to go into the Nnong Okk."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "A flightless *cursor owl* found in the Semenine isles. Its long legs permit the Nnong Okk to run faster than any other avian, perhaps any other *animal*, who knows?"

"When it's not hunting its prey in this manner, the Okk hangs from tree branches, like a bat, waiting to dive on hapless prey below, on the jungle floor."

"Mijanou liked *extreme* animals, you see. One of the few figures of the academic establishment I respect. Really a shame she disappeared."

"When did she disappear?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Oh, decades ago. In the Thirties. I didn't know her personally, of course. A chasm of academic pretension still stood before us, even though she had unusual courage for someone from the other side."

6. "Just tell me about a cool cryptid. Any cryptid."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "No offence, officer, but I'm not much of a *pedagogue* -- I don't know what I would've done if Lena hadn't persuaded me to go back to field research. You should ask her, if you want interesting stories."

"Me -- I'm not a people person, unless you haven't noticed. And I don't make a good lecturer. My strength lies in field work and *persistence*." He brushes an errant strand of hair from his eye.

7. "Enough tales then. Let's change the subject."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "By all means..." He coughs and wipes his mouth.

5. "I'll get going." [Leave.]

Still not enough.

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "Hello! I'm Gary. Very generous of you to help us out, officer."

"Yellow Man!" He turns toward Kim. "I mean… officer."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant raises his eyebrows slightly and takes out his notebook.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Yellow Man? Interesting. This is something to ask him about, after a little probing first...

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "I'm just waiting for my friend Morell to finish up with his insect traps," he quickly changes the subject, "so we can return to civilization."

"Not a lover of the great outdoors?"

"Yeah, I'm more of a city boy too."

[Leave.]

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "I like nature, just not this bloody coast. It's mostly drunks and degenerates that come here."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Degenerates? This man respects authority too much to see the truth inscribed upon thine own visage. Pretend thou art a paragon of virtue.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #morell the cryptozoologist #lena the cryptozoologist's wife #gary the cryptofascist

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I work as a Customer Support Agent and I got 2 lovely "I want to speak to a manager" stories.

First one was about last Month (April). It was a Sunday at 7:50 pm, so definitely no Managers or Team Leaders are working, just Agents and Admin Agents. Now most customers are understanding that there is only so much we can do on a weekend, especially after 5 but not this lady. She calls up and explains how she was given a voucher from a third-party company and she was trying to place an order over $2000.

We verify that this is not a voucher we issued and we can't do anything, she'll need to contact the company that issued it to her to get it fixed. She is not happy one bit and demands to speak to a manager to get this issue fixed. Our convo went like this:

Me: Sorry but there is no managers or team leaders here to take your call as it's after 5 and on a weekend. If you'd like I can take your details down and they can give you a call tomorrow between 9 am - 5 pm

Customer: No, we are going to get this solved right now. Get me a manager

Me: No one is available to take your call. Literally, none of them are working.

Customer: Not my problem, get it solved.

Me: I can't-

Customer: I don't care. Call them in and get them here

Thankfully my Managers and TL will support us and give us authorization to terminate calls once we've done all we can. So when I threatened to terminate the call she relented and agreed to get a call tomorrow.

The second incident was yesterday (18/05/2022). One of our items can't be purchased online for Click-and-Collect but can be purchased for delivery or instore (Why? No clue. I don't care enough to find out + I can't do anything as I have zero control over what we authorize). I explain this to the customer and he is also not happy one bit. He then demands to speak to a manager but none are free at the moment and I offer to add him to our call back sheet so someone will get in touch with him. He wants to get this issue fixed immediately and refuses to hang up or be added to the sheet. Our convo went like this:

Me: Sorry but no one is free. I can take down your details and add you to our call back sheet

Customer: No I don't want to wait till tomorrow. We're going to get this fixed now.

Me: No one is free to take your call

Customer: Lies. Someone is free. Transfer me over now

Me: I can't-

Customer: Yes you can. Transfer me to a manager now!

Me: Sir I can't

Customer: You're going to transfer me to a manager right now

-this goes on for a bit-

Me: Okay look, either I take down your details or I'm terminating the call

Customer: I'm going to report you to corporate. Transfer me to a manager right now!

Me: Have a good day sir *hangs up*

Believe it or not, but demanding us to do something isn't going to work as well as you'd think it would. Also I haven't gotten reprimanded so I can't tell if he did report me or if it was an empty threat.

Even if he did report you all they would do is listen to the call see he was an ass and let it go.

-Rodney

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elon: im buying twitter because libs are stealing away our fReEdOm Of SpEeCh by banning literal nazis and politicians inciting hate crimes and anti-democracy rhetoric

elon, a month later: banning reporters I don't like from my own platform seems pretty innocuous to me

How is this actual bozo one of the most powerful people in the world. We are in the wacky timeline

Im gonna pop my reply under a readmore just because i know certain topics can get people heated and if people wanna scroll passed and chill, that's their choice, some of us are just trying to nut and don't wanna read about social issues or politics

But oh my god do i have options on this creature

honestly i hope this whole thing helps people wake up to the fact that Elon Musk and a lot of these extremely wealthy people in general literally buy their way into every conversation. He is not some genius. He is not an innovator. He cannot even choose competent women to dump his disgusting seed into. How the fuck do you have a child with Grimes, watch her post on social media that she wasn't aware you have to teach babies words and that "oh I thought he would just pick it up", which is also a sign that this baby is probably with a nanny almost 24/7, and then impregnate her AGAIN? The stupid meme name bullshit for his newest children that he thinks is cute and funny that is humiliating his kids before they can even understand speech? Does anyone else remember how years ago Azaelia Banks posted that Instagram story accusing Grimes of luring her into her home under the pretense of recording an album as a front to have sex with her and Elon because she was openly bisexual? What about how his first wife said that when they lost her son that Elon was abusive and would tell her not to openly cry because he considered it emotionally manipulative? Soulless.

Maybe we could talk about how Elon is so fucking stupid that he isnt even mildly researching laws before he makes any decisions because he's in it for profit and thinks he can just pay a fine and get things thrown out. Perfect example? Him saying he'll buy Twitter forced him to buy Twitter because just him posting that massively manipulated the stock value of multiple companies and he has already been in trouble with the FTC for manipulating his Tesla shares before, like if he did not buy Twitter he could have gone to jail for saying he would and then not doing it, that's how hugely he affected stock values by his clowning around. Him firing all those people without notice? Yeeeeeah that actually isn't legal in the EU and everyone he "fired" is still legally employed and he is now going to get into massive MASSIVE fucking trouble because he essentially stole the wages and income from like thousands of people? Or how about how he is going to be investigated for breaking the EU's GDPR laws which clearly and explicitly ban companies like Twitter from selling user data besides from America, and Elon is suspected of selling the data of non American users on a website where even foreign governments have accounts? Uhhhh like the potential for an international scandal because of this fucking man?

Even if the governments don't get him i think his fellow rich people just might. Him and his stupid verified check bullshit cost so many companies MILLIONS when people starting jokingly impersonating official companies. I would legitimately not be surprised if the man who made the fake "insulin is now free" tweet goes missing or ""commits suicide""

Speaking of didn't Elon make some sort of post a while back about how "oh if i ever commit suicide it was actually murder" kind of thing. He probably was trying to rile up his base and act like it's the radical far left but what I actually think is that he could get Epstein'd because now he's fucking with other rich people's profits

Really really cannot overstate how much trouble this absolute fucking clown is in. Should I call the victory early and say he's ruined his life and hopefully will be in prison within the next decade? Because now he's going to have MULTIPLE GOVERNMENTS right up his ass, and that may eventually cascade into, you know, investigations on how he was probably involved in the political coup in Bolivia where militia overthrew the president who wanted to privatize lithium, and also to directly continue to that point, maybe we will find out exactly how close of friends Elon Musk is with the Pentagon since Starlink and SpaceX were always intended to be used for military applications.

It really is all just money isn't it? He's rich and does shit that directly benefits the rich and they all cover for each other. Y'all even know how many people have gone to prison for manipulating their shares and here's Elon "i changed the value of tesla shares to 4.20 because ha ha weed am I right and all I had to do was pay a fine that was pocket change to me" Musk. I'm out here with my mom paying 1350+115 for a shitty two bedroom and garage and then we have someone reselling his family's slavery emeralds to Tiffany and Co and realizing "oh hey look at how much money we can make massively overpricing these"

Also I guess this is kind of a petty point but I think we should stop referring to him as South African when, if you look at the history of South Africa, the recency of apartheid, and how many of those things are still directly affecting modern life, the most appropriate term to use for Elon is Afrikaner. Not only is it correct but like, uh, the term is culturally used with contempt down there from my understanding. Elon has always directly benefitted from slavery and was born during apartheid, like the man was literally born in a country where his race was imposing a racist segregation on the population like, QUITE LITERALLY BORN WITH A SILVER BLOOD-EMERALD ENCRUSTED SPOON IN HIS MOUTH

I hate him. Like legitimately I think he is such a horrifying icon of the still ever present threat and chokehold of white supremacy/slavery and the dominance and power of the extremely wealthy. Like you wanna talk about wealthy men causing global harm because their feelings were hurt, take a second to Google "Jamal Khashoggi gas inflation". Men like Elon who have untethered freedom and income are dangerous to our entire fucking planet, yes I am being serious. I'm still horrified of the stories of the chimpanzees that were being tested by the neuralink brain implant prototypes who literally beat their heads into the walls and were violent and uncontrollable and some even died of massive infections from just the procedures to implant the chips and he wants to PUT THOSE IN HUMANS? Not even to touch on the cyberpunk dystopia of wanting to try and fully control thoughts and emotions and optimize productivity like we're robots

You want to go to Mars? Try going to prison first. Absolute freak. Freakish moronic choad of an uncharismatic unfuckable unlikable like a cop to a frat party pseudointellectual scum sucking pig. Eat paint.

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