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unrivalling · 6 months

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"Just When Was Grell Sutcliff Alive?" Part 1: Establishing a Timeline

So as many of you know, I recently got into Black Butler (I know, about 17 years too late), and I'm almost caught up. However, I want to talk about how I'm still thinking about Vol 29 and some of the lore dropping Othello does at the beginning there.

Namely I'm fixated on possibly having a timeline for Grell's human life and death.

This wasn't intended to be a proper meta. It's been too long since I've written one, and there's probably important stuff I'm forgetting or don't know. But I wanted to write all of this down to get it out on the page, for posterity. Then it accidentally became a meta. Oops. Mild BB spoilers up to Vol 29, and heads up for some discussion of historical homophobia, transphobia, and state violence at the end. As well as a canon-typical suicide mention. I use she/her pronouns for Grell, but broadly interpret her as queer and transfeminine given the complexity of talking about identity in the time periods I'll be referencing (I use "queer" as a reclaimed, academic, blanket term). I'm also largely taking a Watsonian approach (Grell's experiences from her perspective), although a Doylist approach to Grell (as in relating to the author's intent and cultural context rather than the character's) is also really interesting one, but feels like more well trodden territory. With that out of the way, let's begin.

The info we have So. Something really interesting happened in Vol 29. We got a lot of great Undertaker backstory, but Othello said something relating to Grell that made me eyes emoji.

"Weren't you around 70 years ago?"

So, she never replies to this. But it seems highly plausible this means Grell was not a reaper 70 years before the current date in the manga. We don't quite know what the lag time is between someone dying and becoming a reaper, but I'm taking this to mean she had not died yet, as I assume she would have remembered an event like the one Othello describes. I believe this is the implication. Now, I am making some assumptions:

- To clarify, I know this is all guesswork. I'm just having fun with different possibilities. - Like I said, we don't know what the lag time is between someone dying and becoming a reaper (as in, the new state of being, not the job), and we don't know how long it takes to go from trainee to collections to senior. - That Grell was around 25 when she died. It's hard to tell anime character ages from 20-40 at a glance, but her design seems similar to me to characters that are in their 20s in other series. She could be older or younger, but I'm using that in lieu of a better option. It's not precise, but it'll get us in the ballpark anyway - Black Butler has a lot of anachronisms. However, Toboso is known to research things heavily and her changes are typically very purposeful (the purpose is usually "Rule of cool" and that's why we stan). I'm assuming historical events happening in BB to mirror the real world except where indicated otherwise. - I'm also assuming she's English. The names Grell and Grelle are both German in origin, but there are a lot of Germanic names in English and Sutcliff as a surname originated in Yorkshire. This is only based on a quick Google search--I could do more later, but this seems in line with Grell not being presented as "foreign" to England in any way in the series making her stand out in the same way her flamboyance or flirtation with men does. Establishing a range

The series takes place in 1888 and 1889. 70 years ago would put Undertaker's defection at 1818. If what Othello says is true, this means Grell became a reaper sometime after that date.

Let's establish the outlier possibilities first (again, assuming a pretty rapid transition from human death to becoming a reaper).

The earliest possible date Grell could have become a reaper: sometime in the following year, around 1819. This would put her birth at around 1794, and her death that year in 1819. This feels unlikely because it seems like she would have been exposed to people talking about Undertaker defecting since it was such a catastrophe, but who knows.

The latest possible date Grell could have become a reaper is 1887, which would place her birth at around 1862. This is massively improbable to the point of being impossible since she's a senior in collections and I assume that didn't happen in a year, but again, it's important for establishing a range. Basically, tldr, according to this framework, Grell became a reaper sometime between 1819 and 1887, which puts her human life (and death) in that timeframe as well. This would place her in the Georgian-Victorian eras, or possibly even the 8 year Regency period.

Will the Reaper OVA I've only talked about the manga so far since the 1st anime canon is wildly divergent in a number of ways, but if we include the Will the Reaper OVA, this would push things towards the earlier end of that timeline. I don't know much about the history of fashion (especially not middle and lower class dress), but it seems distinctly late 1700s/maybe early 1800s to me. Which if I'm reading right, would actually push Grell becoming a reaper back as far as the 1790s or 1810s, and would dispute the 1819 date implied by Vol 29. IF ANYONE KNOWS MORE ABOUT THE FASHION REFERENCES HERE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME. I WANT TO KNOW.

(Baby....Grell...furious and stark raving mad recently dead stray cat making it everyone's problem. I'm fine) This is subverted a little bit by the reaper outfits appearing more like Victorian businesswear, but Reapers always seem to be a few decades ahead of the world in terms of fashion and technology. My personal assessment is that the fashion in this is to make it immediately, visually clear that the OVA takes place in the Georgian rather than Victorian period, however that forces me to break my largely Watsonian approach for a Doylist one ("the animators perhaps decided it was necessary to show that time had passed since the events of the OVA"), but considering it came out so long before the lore drop in Vol 29, who knows.

I'm not inclined to take it as gospel truth for the manga canon, but considering Toboso did collaborate on that one, I think it at least worth talking about and considering as supplemental information.

I personally take this to support (but not solely uphold) the idea that "Grell became a reaper sometime during the Georgian period (1713-1837)", but again, grain of salt.

What would it mean for Grell to be a queer person in England in the 1700s and 1800s?

As far as I'm aware, we don't know anything about what Grell's life might have been like before becoming a reaper. Unless I'm missing something, that's a black box until Toboso reveals more.

But establishing this timeline gives us a great opportunity to consider the circumstances she would have lived under.

Understand that I'm not speaking in absolutes here, more "here are some interesting things I like to think about when considering why this character might be the way she is". I'm also not saying Toboso intended any of this to be read into Grell, but as readers I believe it's reasonable to assume Grell may have encountered these events or they might have impacted her unless stated otherwise. A brief list of things Grell would have been living under or around or could have been aware of. I want to do a part 2 talking about how these things might relate to someone like Grell, as well as talking about other major historical events not directly related to queer people (like, you know, the Napoleonic Wars), but this post is already feeling long enough: - The Buggery Act and the Offenses Against the Person Act, which made a variety of sexual acts punishable by death, including acts like anal sex. These laws were used to persecute people, usually queer men (although people who would today be called trans women and nonbinary people were also certainly prosecuted as well*), particularly in the 1700s and 1800s. I believe as of 1862 it was no longer punishable by death, but people still lived in fear of prison and hard labor (Oscar Wilde going to prison in 1895 being a famous later example). Here's an article about the men killed under the Buggery Act. *Trans men were not exempt from this, even if the specific legal and social threat was likely different. If memory serves, Dr. James Barry was jeopardized by rumors that he may have been Too Close to one of his cis male friends. - Molly houses. Generally considered places in the 1700s and 1800s where queer men gathered to socialize and find sexual partners. There was a lot of gender divergence in these spaces, and it's widely believed they were frequented by people who, again, today, could have a variety of gender identities. This article about molly houses and gender is really interesting. This article specifically talks about one in Whitechapel. - The Chevalier d'Eon. This one is just really interesting. While the Chevalier d'Eon was likely one of the first examples of legally recognized gender transition, this person was very famous and wealthy and the circumstances are buckwild. This video is highly watchable and informative. Grell

As a queer person and someone who likes history (I don't have any specific training, I just like learning about it), I already think a lot about what it must have been like to live during this specific time period, and Grell slots into that pretty well as a character to fixate on, since she dovetails with the other existing hyperfixation. By extension, I like using this information to think about what Grell's human life might have been like, and how those experiences could be aligned to explain a lot of her behavior, and seems especially poignant to me in light of all reapers having been people who committed suicide, another recent lore reveal in the manga. Maybe she lived closeted and lived in fear of discovery. Maybe she wasn't afraid! Maybe she was impulsive and endangered herself and others! Maybe she got blackmailed. What if she experienced her first taste of femininity at a molly house? Does she only go after men who reject her because she lived during a time where her affections being returned was intensely dangerous? Did she care about anyone? Is anyone she knew still alive? Thank you so much to everyone who read to the end! If I'm able to rally, I do want there to be a part 2 to this going more into detail about how it makes sense to me that these homophobic and transphobic societal pressures could have created a character like Grell.

#grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #black butler meta #black butler spoilers #black butler

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ravenclawella · 1 year

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Pure (Ominis Gaunt x f!OC)

910 word count

Warnings: Family Issues.

I keep seeing posts about how Ominis has been recorded as deceased before 1925 without any sons or daughters and it got me thinking.

So, I decided to write a little something explaining why his continuation on the Gaunt family tree ceased.

I hope you enjoy my own version of events <3

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While it was true that Ominis hadn’t heard from his family in years, in fact he had heard nothing from or about the Gaunt family. For all he knew, they could actually be dead. Noctua never had the chance to bring life into the world, perhaps he should honour her by making the introduction to his father and mother. Perhaps his wife was right. Perhaps they have ceased their insufferable ideals on the world.

Dear Father & Mother,

It has been an age since we last spoke. I know that you did not understand my need for distance, however I have some news to share with you that I believe you are owed. My beautiful wife and I have been blessed with a baby girl and as grandparents, my wife convinced me to notify you. It is the proper thing to do.

If you wish to meet her I implore that you leave our family traits behind, that you do not impose such ridiculous notions of purity and power on my family. I will meet with you first, alone, to ensure you do not harness any ill intentions.

Name the date and place.

Regards,

Ominis.

Ominis sat on a cold mossy stone, awaiting his parents arrival at the spot they had proposed. Footsteps shuffled and crunched on nearby leaves. He would recognise those pairs of footsteps anywhere. It would always send a sharp shiver down his spine.

“Mother, Father. Good of you to come.”

“Ominis, we need to speak. We have been doing some research on your wife. I do not think you know what you have done. What this could mean for our family.” Mrs Gaunt began

“What do you mean?” Ominis tilted his head, was his wife in danger of some sort?

“We cannot trace her parents. We do not know if she is pure.” Mr Gaunt stated.

“Are you serious?” his jaw clenched. They had not come to make amends, to be grandparents to his sweet daughter. How could he even entertain such a thought. They were Gaunts. Why did he think they might have changed?

“We left you alone because we thought you might come to see that our way of living is the right way. That you might finally see those people for what they are, filth.”

“That is why you left me alone? Well, you must be sorely disappointed” Ominis smirked.

“We didn’t receive a wedding invitation, Ominis. If we cannot trace her parents, then you mustn’t know her lineage. She could be a filthy mudblood!” Mrs Gaunt tapped her foot against the cold stone.

“How dare you insult my wife. This is precisely why you were not invited to our wedding.” Ominis snapped

Mrs Gaunt’s eye twitched as she pursed her lips.

“It was my wife who insisted that I see if you would make amends. Be part of the family. I have obviously been away from you for far too long because I actually listened to her! To think that you might have had some human decency!” Ominis turned to leave.

“If you continue to stay with her, with them, you are dead to us. There is no crawling back. I refuse to let you taint our family name with the birth of this abomination, as for your wife-.”

Ominis spun to face his parents.

“You don’t have to worry about that” he spat, “When she and I got married, I took her name. Our daughter has her name. I just thought you might want to meet your grandaughter. I thought there might still be an ounce of humanity left in you both. Thank you for proving me wrong.” With the flick of his wrist, Ominis disappeared from their sight.

***Ominis’ house***

Ominis arrived infront of their small cottage, anger radiating from him. Suddently a wall of warmth caressed his skin, followed by the familiar creak of the front door being opened.

“Ominis? How are you? How did it go?” She placed a hand on his shoulder, testing his emotions. Ominis immediately moved to embrace her, feeling a bundle of warmth hit his chest gently before he could move closer to his wife’s body. He lifted a hand to his daughter, who was now sandwiched between them both.

“I am sorry, my love. Our dearest Noctua shan’t have grandparents.” He stroked Noctua’s small silky tuft of hair on top of her soft head.

“That’s okay my dear. You tried. As long as we have each other, we are enough. More than enough” She leaned closer and gently kissed his forehead. Noctua looked up to her parents and babbled, confirming her mother’s declaration.

***The Gaunt House***

Shortly after arriving back to their manor.

“I’ll be in the study, should you need me.” Mr Gaunt told his wife as he left her in the hallway. She nodded and made her own way to the family library. Her eyes watered as she lifted a book to her lap.

“My dear, sweet Ominis. What have you done?” She pulled out her wand and allowed the book to flip open to their family tree. She started at the page briefly before muttering an incantation. She still wanted him on the family tree, before he distanced himself, before he made his choice.

“I shall remember you as you once were. This is how all the Gaunt’s will remember you. Pure” She put her wand back down, staring at his name and portrait on the page, solidified and unmoving. Deceased.

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winke77e · 25 days

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Good Intentions?

So my mom asked me an interesting question: "Don't you ever feel like an asshole when you think you're correcting people? Especially if the thing they believe makes them happy?"

In this conversation specifically, about science and health facts, my answer is "No."

I don't feel like I'm being an asshole when I tell you the thing you believe about a health fact is wrong. I feel like I'm helping you learn the correct way to keep yourself healthy. I know I might sound like an ass, and be perceived as an ass, but I know your intentions are good, you might just be understanding 'the thing' wrong and I want to help you actually be safe.

For context: My mom has a fear of having a heart attack or stroke, but she doesn't talk to doctors or health professionals about staying healthy or safe. Instead she found this "Influencer" who gives "health advice", but this person has also been banned from Australia because their 'advice' was so wrong, it threatened peoples' health. My mom thinks eating excessive amounts of Celtic Salt will provide her with minerals that will boost her health, and EVERY TIME we talk about her salt, I tell her that she's eating so much sodium, those minerals mean nothing.

I know that often, people feel like they're being insulted when someone corrects something they say, but that's not always the case. In the above situation, I correct mom's misinformation because I know the thing she is doing, is going to greatly increase the chances of her experience the thing she's trying to avoid. I'm not mean about it, just persistent. I don't tell her she's stupid or anything. I don't really tell her "you're wrong". I remind her of a health fact she used to know as true, but has since been convinced to forget it?

I did tell her, when she asked why I keep talking about it, that "you might be lucky and nothing will happen, in which case I'm just annoying and we cannot have a good conversation about salt with each other. But a majority of cases show, the excessive amount of salt people eat can lead to greater risk of stroke or heart attack. And if you are unlucky and have an event, don't be surprised if the doctor talks to you about your salt."

I've been corrected too, but I've always thought it of someone trying to teach me something. And sometimes what they say is wrong, but I appreciate their attempt to help me. They state their case, I state mine, then I move on to another topic that we don't disagree on, but sometimes something they say has me questioning, and then I get to do more research :D

There's another guy at the homeless shelter who is giving me advice on how to start my own business. I cannot talk health facts with him because he believes changing his body's PH balance will protect him from cancer and that the oncoming eclipse is caused by excessive amounts of chemicals the government is exposing us to. He speaks so often and with so much confidence and authority, that I still feel bad voicing any opposing opinions. But I still try, sometimes.

( other side note, as a presenting woman, anything I do is often brushed aside as me "being a bitch", so very often anything I say or do is dismissed or taken with skepticism. Occasionally, I do find someone who is interested in learning and we ask questions together and do research and have good fun :) )

What do you guys think? I genuinely want to know your stance on correcting people or being corrected.

#learning is fun #correcting misinformation is often equated to confrontation #and its hard to speak up sometimes #winkspeak #winkrant

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 11 months

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Realisations

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Ramsey, F!OC Alexis Ramsey

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff

Rating: PG

Word count: 954

Summary: It is Alexis’s first pride after coming out as Bi- sexual and she comes to some realisations.

Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: This is in a way a follow on from Love in all forms. Submission for Pride Bingo card history

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

It had been four months since Alexis came out to her parents and Tobias. After that it had been easier for her to be out in the open with her girlfriend Fiona. They have been very happy but they had made the conscious decision that they would not continue dating after High school. Fiona was going to Yale and Alexis UPenn and they both knew long distance would be hard and they wanted each other to have the full college experience.

Even though it was sad on one level it was also a cause for celebration, especially since they were still together for Pride month.

For Casey, pride month was very busy. For a bulk of her career she had been advocating and researching health outcomes and how they could be better not just for those in a lower socio economic areas but also the lgbtqi+ community. At both the Delores Hudson and the Naveen Banerji clinics, there was a number of staff whom identified as gay or bi-sexual so pride was a big deal for all the staff, whether they identified or not. This year, the celebration focused on the staff’s history with pride and how they have celebrated, as well as the other celebrations and acknowledgements of what work still needed to be done.

While setting up for the main Pride Gala, Alexis and Fiona came to help. Casey and Jackie were setting up a photo board of all the photos taken over the years of Pride celebrations. Some photos were clearly old, with some staff members clearly still looking like they were in college. Both Alexis and Fiona were shocked to see photos of Casey at pride.

“I did not realize you were a part of the lgbtqi+ community Mrs R?” Said Fiona

Casey chuckles, “No Fiona, I am as Heterosexual as they come. I have always been an ally though, you guys need to remember, I am old, when I was a teenager was a rough time, there was very little queer visibility and we were still getting over the AIDS panic from the 80’s. Some things are better now but still some serious struggles, depending on the state you live in too.”

At that point Casey was called away and Alexis and Fiona looked at the photos, Alexis spotted one of a clearly very young Uncle Tobias, as well as other staff and then Alexis stalled, she saw a photo of her, her brother Hudson and her mum and dad. She would have been five at the time.

Fiona was about to ask what was the matter when she saw the photo that Alexis was looking so intently at.

“I can not remember this, I look like I was 5 so that maybe why but I am feeling like an idiot right now.”

Tobias walked over and overheard part of the conversation.

“Ahh young Lexi, that looks like the last pride parade that you attended as a family. Hudson started his too cool to hang with my parents phase not long after and we’ll they did not want to leave one of you out so from then on your parents attended and you kids went to a friends or grandpa Naveen’s or Alan’s.”

Tobias chuckled when he saw the picture of him, omg I was so young he said.”

Alexis was still shook about how much of an idiot she had been.

“I was so nervous about coming out because I thought that mum and dad would dismiss it as a phase or hate me for it…. But this display. I had no idea how much of an ally they are.”

“To be fair, I do not think an lgbtqi child was on their parenting bingo card” said Fiona, “despite the research and work that you know they do, it is not really something that comes up.”

“True” said Alexis thoughtfully.

“As I said on the day you saw me Lexi, unless you betrayed their trust in you, you had nothing to worry about.”

The girls then went to see where they could help and Tobias went and tracked down Casey to go through the run of events. Tobias mentioned that Lexi saw a photo of the Ramsey family at Pride.

“They were fun times, we really should have continued taking both kids despite Hudson’s reluctance to be seen with us…”

“I get not wanting to leave one out though and it is not like you know then that one would be bisexual.”

“This is true Tobias.”

Later that night, during dinner Alexis apologized for not realizing how much of an ally that they were to the LGBTQI+ community and for thinking you would hate me for identifying as such.

“Sweetheart, we understand more than you know how harrowing things like coming out can be. It is not something we have done personally but we our hope was to be the parents you felt comfortable coming to talk to us, not about coming out but relationships and other potential sticky topics in general.”

“That is why I brought back the dinner as we knew something was up but wanted to show you how loved you are.”

Alexis smiled, “I love you too mum and dad and thank you for being so understanding.”

A few days later was the kick off to Pride events at both Edenbrook and the Delores Hudson Clinic. The celebration was a success and everyone enjoyed the photo display of the staff and their history of association with Pride and most importantly, Alexis and Fiona had an even more fuller understanding of just how important it was to only celebrate what has been achieved but to use Pride as a platform to continue the good work.

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @liaromancewriter @cariantha @potionsprefect @youlookappropriate @crazy-loca-blog @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @alj4890 @binny1985 @tessa-liam @schnitzelbutterfingers

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a-sterling-rose · 1 year

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The Exterminator

So, I’ve been talking with @dnpanimationstudioclone about Danny Phantom for a while, mainly their renditions of the cast. While we were talking, something stuck with me while we talked about Spectra: mainly, the way she died.

https://www.tumblr.com/dnpanimationstudioclone/704033048987140096/the-good-doctor-has-always-been-trapping-people?source=share

Basically, the working idea was that a client finally realized Spectra’s true nature and used a black widow to kill her. The plan worked perfectly as the client was never even suspected. Well, I wanted to expand on this character, hence the creation of The Exterminator.

A ghost who is demented enough to use blood blossoms is too horrendous of an idea, hence why many ghosts believe The Exterminator is a myth. However, those who were aided by them know far too well that such a ghost does exist.

The Exterminator(Ex) is a very reclusive ghost. Even when they remove the scent of blood blossom from their hazmat suit, many ghosts just find it too risky to get too close unless they want to attempt to hire Ex or destroy them for status. Despite being classified as a bounty hunter, Ex is incredibly picky with what jobs they accept and dwells more within the material realm, hence making it more difficult to hire. Despite this, many ghosts desire Ex for their infamous blood blossom gas because of how effective it is. Despite the offered money and status, Ex only accepts jobs that require them to take out what they deem as ‘parasites’.

Character:

Role in the Story- Beyond being a ghostly ally to Danny and the human trio, I would have Ex be a cautionary tale for what Jack and Maddie will become if they ever go too far in their ghostly research(i.e. vivisection/dissection). Though they have good intentions, going past such a threshold would ensure their souls would never truly rest. Ex was right to be furious towards Spectra, but they could have reported and gotten Spectra fired/blacklisted. Instead, Ex went to the ultimate extreme of murder. Ex’s afterlife is one of solitude and they lived a typical life after the murder. What would happen to Jack and Maddie, known ghost hunters, if they become ghosts? Danny can’t imagine a single good outcome if this were to happen.

Also, Ex’s ultimate goal is to destroy Spectra completely, even if it results in their own destruction as well.

Abilities

Entomology- If the style of killing Spectra wasn’t already an indicator, Ex was an entomologist in life: a Taxonomic Entomologist to be exact. As their job focused on looking for insects unknown to science, Ex is very observant of their surroundings. Beyond this, Ex’s knowledge of living/ghostly insects makes them quite knowledgeable about making medicines. Ex usually acts as a medic if taking a collaborative job.

Gardening- Beyond insects, Ex grows their own medicinal herbs and flowers. Obviously, the most cherished flowers are blood blossoms.

Synthesizing- Ex is knowledgeable as to how not to liquefy blood blossom, but to compress it into canisters for portable use. They modified their gas gun to act as a portable synthesizer that can continue altering the blood blossom into different states(like water, ice, and air).

Investigation(conversationalist)- It’s the very reason Ex is so quiet that many humans talk to them: humans tend to hate silence. As Ex has a good memory and is a good listener, many humans like to vent to Ex about earthy and supernatural issues. Despite the Earthy bias, Ex can fill in the blanks of the human victims of the parasitic target, thus Ex only needs humans for additional information. When a ghost does try to talk to Ex normally, the effects are usually the same. Ex is quiet, but that doesn’t make them shy. Despite humans/ghosts not caring they don’t know anything about Ex when their conversations end, these interactions are always one of mutualism as Ex knows when to back off. They will never be in another parasitic relationship again.

Combat

Fighting style: Capoeira

I would classify it as capoeira as Ex always needs to be on move because of their lean stature and to ensure they spread out the blood blossom gas. You’d think this would be difficult having a large canister on their back, but it’s basically an extension of Ex at this point. Ex is always moving, never giving their target time to process what is going on.

Weaponry choice: Gun/ Bludgeoning

Gun- Despite being known for pumping out gas, Ex’s gun has different settings on it that they can choose from (similar to Ember’s guitar). These settings are:

Blood Blossom Gas(This gas is so dense, many onlookers mistake Ex’s gun as a flamethrower)

Blood Bullets(compressed blood blossom petals, look more like paint-balls than bullets)

Blossom Goop(meant as harmful confinement for ghosts, can be used for torturous interrogation. Ex has never done this despite Vlad Plasmius’ insistence)

Because of these different states of blood blossom, Ex’s gun acts as a synthesis tool. Also, Ex’s gun works as Bluetooth, hence why there isn’t a cord connected to the canister. However, this means Ex needs to be a certain distance from the active canister, hence why they strap it on their back. Ex can shrink their canisters for easy transportation(keeps them in their belt pouches), but the canisters can’t be activated in these shrunken states.

Canister- Now, I would have Ex trained with using typical melee weapons(sword, spear, knife, clubs), but I just find the idea of Ex using their canisters as their main bludgeoning weapon to be hilarious. Like, a ghost believes they got Ex to use up all their blood blossom gas so it goes in for an attack. Ex proceeds to bash the ghost into ecto-goop with the empty canister. Ex also uses the exposed canister as bait, many ghosts try to damage their hazmat suit to expose them to their own concoction; an ironic ending to Ex’s existence. However, no ghost has yet to survive such a stunt to spread the word about the truth about Ex.

Ex is a Blood Blossom Ghost.

Pronouns- She/They(unknowingly a demi-girl)

Appearance-

For her hazmat suit and casual look, I used the blood blossoms color scheme. Despite the blood blossom petals being a bright red, I just couldn’t bring myself to use it beyond Ex’s hair lining, pupils, and the blood blossom gas: it’s just too much for me.

So, for her hazmat suit, I chose the stem/leaf colors: black and purple. I made the hazmat suit have a gradient to make the brightness of the purple more gradual(seriously, I didn’t remember OG blood blossoms being so bright) and to draw the viewer's eye to Ex’s gas mask. I also added the crossing straps to add visual interest to Ex’s chest. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to put there logo-wise, so, the straps took its place. I added the additional color of white to lighten things up and to draw a subtle connection to her casual look. I made the Ex’s hazmat suit tight in the chest while making it baggier everywhere(the arms and legs) as I wanted to show off their abs.

I’m particularly proud of how the canisters turned out despite how simple they are. The spider is to show Ex’s lingering hatred of how Spectra took advantage of them when they were alive. I’m not sure why the canister on Ex’s back is so hazy, but the amount of computer issues I had while drawing Ex makes me not care.

Now Ex’s casual look took a while for me to figure out. First, I wanted a purely sporty look for her, but then I wanted to incorporate overalls into her look. However, once I figured out Ex’s back story, I knew I had to drop both ideas. The overalls would cover Ex’s abs(a huge no-no for Ex), and a hint of sporty fashion with her yarn leg warmers(Even through death, Ex has to keep training to retain her beautiful muscles). Ex’s skin was originally going to be black with purple lining- correlating with the hazmat color scheme, as I found the idea of Ex looking like OG Spectra an interesting parallel. However, I changed it to white as I thought the correlation to Walker was more interesting: Both have good intentions, but their methods have become corrupt over time. For artistic reasoning, I had an easier time adding details over white than black. I made Ex’s pupils X’s as a subtle way to tie her casual look to her hazmat look.

Instead, I went with a more fashionable approach, with Ex wearing a black sheer long-sleeve shirt as a way to show off her abs and feel free. The bra underneath is pure black while the straps and extra detailing are red. The red jean shorts follow the same theme of wanting to feel less constrained and showing off muscles(thighs for days!). Her boots were originally gonna be black, but I just couldn’t get the detailing to pop, so I went with a gray with red stitching.

Again, despite the simplicity, I love how Ex’s hair turned out. I was having difficulty figuring out what bangs to give her, almost dropping them with the aid of a headband, but I found a very easy solution. I just used the leaf shape of the blood blossoms to help me. I’m especially proud of how her rose bun turned out. If my username wasn’t an indication of it already, I like roses. So, I had a lot of fun just drawing the hair.

With the heavy makeup: the long black eyelashes and red lipstick along with the dark circles underneath her eyes, I wanted to show Ex’s age: either mid-30’s-mid 40’s. As Ex lived her life until passing away to natural causes in her 90s, I wanted her ghost form to reflect when she was in her prime. Not only did she finally achieve her muscular body around that time frame, but that was also when she met her husband. From the golden necklace hangs the diamond wedding ring Ex made sure she was buried with as she never wanted to lose this connection with him.

Overall, I’m happy with how each version of Ex turned out. I like the idea of Ex wearing a hazmat suit not for their protection, but to protect innocent ghosts from herself as her mere existence is a threat. Not that their hazmat suit is uncomfortable, Ex just wants to occasionally be fashionable and let her muscles air out every once in a while: an act she can only achieve either in her lair or in the human realm. I also like the idea of her gas mask contorting her voice, making it harder for ghosts to truly know who they are until she reveals it herself, like Lord Dominator from Wander over Yonder.

Myer Briggs Personality- INFJ

Ex is very particular about who they choose as a client let alone a friend. Because of this, Ex is always watching, always picking up on every micro action that even the person doesn’t realize they are doing. The observation makes Ex know if those around them have good intentions or not, her intuition has yet to fail even after death. Because Ex speaks only when necessary, those around always stop to listen.

Don’t mistake Ex’s silence as shyness, for she does like being out in public and is capable of delightful conversation. However, being a ghost does make humans hesitant to approach. Despite this, animals and children don’t seem to find Ex’s presence an issue as the sweet smell of blood blossom makes her quite approachable. Though Ex does enjoy the company, she favors the insects that come and taste the nectar of her petal hair. Even when Ex finds a friend, she tends to spend her personal time alone. While in her hazmat suit, many ghosts/humans can’t seem to pinpoint her gender, thus referring to her as ‘they’. Ex feels no need to correct this as it never hurts to have an alter-ego for protection, but something about being referred to so gender-less comforts Ex for some reason.

Since it takes a while for Ex to make up their mind, when they do make a decision- she tends to take the most extreme approach. Ex offers to make lunch, you’d better expect the number of meal options to rival a buffet. Ex says they’re going to help clean your house, you’ll see she not only dusted every crevice but also alphabetized any books/movies you have and color coordinate your closet. With such an extreme approach, it’s no surprise that Ex has multi-options of blood blossom ammunition. Though Ex is particular about her targets, she views those who protect the targets just as parasitic, thus the ecto-baths are common when Ex strikes. This approach has yet to deem itself negative, with no human nor ghost mourning those who Ex eliminates. Walker has even tried to hire Ex as a guard, but the warden’s need to make those he works with his prisoners have made such a deal impossible. It has taken a lot in Ex not to eliminate Vlad Plasmius for personal beliefs, the old halfa trying to hire Ex and attempting to blackmail her to do so. Alas, the old halfa skewed view of friendship ensures Ex's true companions are safe, so a simple pelting of blood bullets makes the halfa leave her alone for a while. If it weren’t for the fact that Plasmius paid his ghost goons fairly well, Ex would have eliminated the man ages ago.

Because Ex manifested into such a rare ghostly form(blood blossom), she interpreted their predicament as a mission that needs to be completed: To get rid of every parasite they come across. Ex believes if she takes out enough parasites, she can finally ascend and possibly reunite with her family. There are rumors that the parasite Ex had taken out in their life had manifested into a ghost, a rumor Ex takes completely seriously. If Ex were to ever see that damn therapist again, she’d make sure that parasite will completely fade to nothingness even if that means she has to fade too.

How Ex Gains Strength- Since Ex is a type of plant ghost at the end of the day, water and sunlight are her prime requirements to rejuvenate. It's a slow process to gain additional strength this way, but there’s no way Ex would energy feed like some parasite. Perhaps an ecto-charged plant feeder would give Ex a quick power boost, like an energy drink. Alas, Ex wouldn’t want to have such things too often as she does favor water the most.

Weaknesses-

Long-range weapons: Blood Blossom and Capoeira can only take Ex so far as a skilled shot can incapacitate them at the very least.

Ice/Snow: Not only does gas not travel properly in cold climates, but Ex’s gun needs to be at an average temperature to be able to synthesize properly. Can you imagine the embarrassment Ex would feel if she lost not only to a single snowman, but a single snowman that was very capable at snowball fights?

Approachability: It’s hard to get a read on someone who’s always wearing a mask. The fact Ex doesn’t talk much makes it even more difficult for many to approach.

Story Facts in no particular order:

It’s Vlad who informs Ex that Spectra does exist and he can take them to her as proof: A corrupted version of Zuko helping Katara find the man that killed her Mother.

It’s Danny that teaches Ex the gender identity of ‘Demi Girl’, thus helping Ex learn more about themselves.

Ex found out that she wanted muscles after killing Spectra when she went to a bodybuilding competition and saw the women contestants.

She graduated from Cornell University with a master's in entomology. It was during college that she met her husband.

Ex had two boys(twins) and one daughter

Jazz reminds Ex of her daughter

Ex is completely willing to teach any human about blood blossom protection.

As humans don’t have ghostly money, Ex takes water as payment whenever they help with human parasites.

Ex never truly fights Danny, merely dodging his attacks until he and the rest of the phantom team calmed down enough to just talk with Ex.

Ex teaches Valerie how to properly take care of blood blossoms as the ones in her care at the time were struggling.

Ex is completely willing to teach any human about blood blossom protection.

Ex will destroy Spectra when they finally find her. Not only to ensure that no one else will become a victim but to make sure there’s no possible way Ex would feel as weak when she was in Spectra’s “care”.

When the two are face to face, Spectra and Ex instantly recognize each other.

Klemper is the main obstacle that keeps Ex from destroying Spectra. https://www.tumblr.com/dnpanimationstudioclone/690616135717093376/meet-klemper

Both Ex and Spectra are willing to fade to nothing if it means the protection of others, Spectra protects Klemper while Ex protects Jazz and the citizens of Amity Park. However, it’s Klemper and Jazz who protect the two from themselves.

OP notes: That’s it, I can’t keep working on this any more for the sake of my own sanity. If anyone is interested, I will post a legit background for Ex at some point with even more additional information, but I need a break from this character. I didn’t intend on having so much to write about them, but as you can see I ended up with quite a bit. Thank you to those who stuck around.

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom oc #original character #dp spectra #dp klemper #a-sterling-rose art #PhanArt #danny phantom fanart #my art #dp blood blossom #dp blood blossom ghost

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OUTSIDER (6) || Rabastan Lestrange WTM

Series Synopsis: When the truth comes out about the future inside the walls of Hogwarts, on the first night back in 1977, what will happen for those involved with the chaos that ensued?

Secrets outed, Lies revealed and true intentions determined.

Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange x Fem!Regulus Black

Notes: Short chapter, Arcturus and Regulus bonding.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐍, seeing the horrifying death of one of their pears shook the occupants to the core. Regulus close friends and family were in a state of panicked mortification, their youngest family member had not only died to the war but by her own accord in sacrifice.

Atlas clung to his mother, he knew she had died from the description on of the caves contents he had gathered from Harry, but still, seeing her being dragged to her death by the creatures in the water was more traumatizing then he would have thought.

Rabastan had his head pushed into her neck, still a sobbing mess, he had his fingers on her pulse point reassuring himself that his other half was still alive and well. He didn't know how he would go on without her in his life, how was he going to cope with Regulus' loss when he was going mad just at the thought of losing her.

Evan and Barty were holding onto her legs for dear life, foreheads pushing onto her kneecaps staining her skirt with their salty tears. The thought of loosing their sister, the rock of their group, was taring them apart.

Regulus was reassuring her boys that she was still alive and wasn't going anywhere, her fingers threading through their hair. She caught eyes with Sirius' tear stained face, he was distraught at the thought of loosing his sister a second time, he was going to make things right between them. He wouldn't let it happen, not this time around.

Once everyone had calmed down slightly Dumbledore stood from his seat.

"I think after that horrifying watch we need a much needed break." The man announced, slim tables appeared by the walls filled with a variety of food and drinks. People started to move around the hall, some leaving the room to clean themselves up.

Arcturus tapped his granddaughters shoulder motioning her to follow him out the grand doors, once she was able to untangle herself from the mass of limbs clung to her she followed him out. The strolled by the Black lake in silence for a few moments before the aging man broke it.

"I know you are already planning for what has just happened, planning to sacrifice yourself for what, I do not know." He started, eyeing her from the corner of his eye sockets.

Regulus paused in her step, thinking over whether to tell her grandfather about her findings. If she didn't her plan would go accordingly ending with her demise, but if she told him it could go one of two ways.

One: She told him her plans, they started working together, her mother caught wind of what was happening and told her beloved Lord ending in hours, days or maybe months of torture for the betrayal and a gruesome death.

or Two: She tells her grandfather her findings, they work together making sure nobody except those closest know about what is going on, they gather the resources to get the locket, apparate from the cave with side-along apparation ending in success, survival and more research.

The girl sighs before abruptly sitting down on the pebbly ground, she motions for Arcturus to do the same. Lord Black gave the girl a odd look before summoning a chair for himself.

"As you know I did not want to join the Death Eaters-" She was cut off by the man.

"I didn't want any of my family joining that man, Black bow to nobody." He ranted. "Sorry dear, do carry on."

She rolled her eyes slightly before starting to explain once more. "The first time I met the Dark Lord I could tell something was off, it was almost like he wasn't whole. His magic was dark and powerful, I would have revelled in it if it was not for the parts tainted by something, something above all evil."

Arcturus was thoughtful about the information, motioning for her to continue.

"That night I got back home and went straight to the library hoping to find whatever it was my magic was warning me about, I searched for hours, by the time the sun rose I had still found nothing. I was to go back to Hogwarts that day so I hoped I would find something in the library here.

For the next few weeks I soured the shelves of the Hogwarts library but nothing came to fruition, I was appointed prefect so I had the ability to use the Restricted section. By the time of the Yule holidays I had found a book that sounded hopeful."

Something clicked in the aging mans head, "That is the reason you did not join us last Yule?"

Regulus spoke in a slightly irritated voice, annoyed by the interruption, before continuing her story. " Yes, Grandfather. Anyway I used the book to help me with finding what I was feeling that night, a name came up in the helpful book so I searched for another by the name and I found one, it was tucked away at the back of the Restricted section."

"What was the name that came up, Regulus?" Arcturus inquired.

"Horcrux." Regulus offered.

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what do you think of the drama surrounding yana and her designs based on SS uniforms

Mmm. So. This is a long rambling of an only partially sane lad but...

I'm typing this in a very tired and kind of half-dead state on my phone with my head on a table so if there's any mistakes in this, please forgive it. After looking into this it seems like the majority of the ... "drama" is/was coming from a few loud people. The traction doesn't seem very big and is dying down now and most of the people determined to call her a N/zi apologist or whatever for this seem... Young, and clearly don't have an understanding of the Japanese language. If they did, they wouldn't be relying on any translators they find online, because those are riddled with common mistakes that can result in... this. I'd question whoever is translating for them if there is a person, involved. ... For that reason, I'm inclined to ignore it to be honest. It seems like it's dying and I'm sure between working for Disney and working on her own Manga and meeting all of those deadlines... Yana wont even see it. In Kuroshitsuji she's only ever showcased the horrors of needless suffering at hands of people in power. There hasn't been anything broadly significant that ever once set off any racist dogwhistles, or rang any alarm bells of any sort. Her depictions of PoC are well researched and respectful. Be it the earlier chapters, all the way up to the most recent ones. She seems antiwar, to me. The notion she would proudly say something like that in a guidebook, for the world to read... something that she'd know there would be backlash from... It's just altogether not really adding up, is it. Most importantly, though... There's not one singular accessory, or even multiple pieces put together, in the uniforms she designed... that aren't also present in other military outfits stemming from other countries, as well. There's very few symbols and pieces that are exclusive to N*zi militant outfits, and none of those are in her designs at all. When I saw the designs in question, my first initial thought was "World War I, Russia"... not N*zis... And finally... I'm not sure what it's supposed to achieve. Even if one were to read it and assume it was true...? When there's so many bigger offenders out there. Attack On Titan did it and some of their uniforms included armbands with symbols on them, and specific iconography that was only exclusive to N*zi Germany. No one missed the connection there, because it was intentional. Yana's design seems like a standard, bastardized, military uniform and if there was any similarity, it clearly wasn't intentional. Though. If this is genuinely from a place of concern and a desire to do something good, I'd rather have a few young people overly concerned about this kind of subject matter then... not. I'd like to THINK, at least, their heart is in the right place even if they're incorrect. Yana's rich. She's busy. She's working for a company that actually did what she's being accused of (Marching N*zi Hyenas in The Lion King, anyone?). She really will be fine, this is nothing to her. How young people handle anime (and all media in general) going forward, and the climate of fandom culture... that's very subject-to-change, though. In the end, I really I wish some of this energy was directed at other genuinely harmful antisemitic media pieces, that are actively on going. And I wish some of this energy was around years ago, during the "no one gives a fuck about a thing" era, at the height of the H*talia: A*is P*wers fandom, and the shit that it ... wrought in irl collective fandom spaces, like conventions. I'll take Yana's Diasomnia House designs, over some asshole cosplaying the actual-personification-of-N*zi-Germany. I'll that that over people selling red arm bands with "YAOI" in black text in place of a sw*stika, I'll take that over that climate being normalized, again. I'll even take this 'drama' over all of that. I just... don't think spreading this misinformation is going to do much for anybody, in the end. I say just leave it alone, do you own research and arrive at your own conclusions and let it die.

#tw: nazi mention #hhh...#This is probably bait but I'm too gay and tired

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Here's a little preview of my Magnus Archives mafia AU fic: The Magnum Archives

Martin Gilroy.

Arthur Blackwood looked down at the ID that now marked him as a man with that name. It turned out that if you were related to Salesa, you could pull favours with the men selling fabricated backstories. Arthur- or rather, Martin- flicked the card between his fingers, looking up at the old building that housed the Magnus Archives. Martin smirked. Elias Bouchard was certainly bold, Martin would give him that. Martin had to give him that, considering how bold he was about to be.

He stepped into the building, looking around for the front desk. Approaching it with a little more uncertainty than he had approached the building; he felt a little silly, actually. Having been so caught up in this entire plan, he’d forgotten how long it'd been since he had properly interacted like this.

Foreign words tumbled out of his mouth, getting a little jumbled together in his haste. “Ah, hi, hello. I’m looking for Mr. Bouchard? Uh, I have an appointment with him, soon… I think.”

Well, all things considering, a little social anxiety would probably help with covering what Martin was actually planning on doing here.

The woman at the desk looks up from her computer and asks "Mr. Gilroy right?"

"Yes, Martin" he replied

"Great, have a seat over there and I'll let you know when he's ready" she told him "I'm Rosie by the way" she added.

Martin nodded and took a seat outside of Mr. Bouchard's office. He sat there for a few minutes just looking around. He noticed the cob webs in the corners of the room, one of them with a spider hanging from it.

Martin had always been fascinated with spiders. He recalls his science research project from primary school. How many hours did he spend on that project with his father? That was before he left of course.

Before Martin could get too lost in thought, he heard Rosie call.

"He's ready for you now Mr. Gilroy. You can go right on in."

"Thank you," he replied over his shoulder. He twisted the knob and entered the office. Elias is a small man, wearing a 3 piece navy suit with a white shirt and black tie. His face is sharp with a well kept moustache and bright green eyes that seemed to pierce right through Martin- like he was trying to read his soul and intentions. Martin took in a shaky breath.

"Good morning Mr. Bouchard, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing well, thank you. Have a seat," he all but demanded. "Sorry for making you wait. It's been a bit hectic around her these last few weeks after our previous Archivist’s disappearance. Now what can I help you with?" He said, looking up at Martin.

"Well Mr. Bouchard, I'm here for the archival assistant job. I think I'm more than qualified for the position. If you look at my CV that I sent over you'll see I have quite a bit of experience as a personal assistant and in archiving," Martin responded with as much confidence as he could muster.

"I did take a look at the CV you sent over, and I must say I am impressed. You have good experience and education along with some very reputable references- Something you don't see as often as you would think. My question for you is why do you want to work here? Why this institution?" He asked in a smooth voice.

"Well, this is most certainly a reputable institution and I find the research you do here quite fascinating, even riveting. I would love to be a part of that research. Also there aren't many places that would make use of my parapsychology and library science degree," He answered with as much confidence as he could muster.

"Yes, I suppose that's true," Elias said with a small laugh. "Well Mr. Gilroy, I admire your boldness and that with your substantial experience, eagerness, and applicable education I think you would be a great fit for this job," Elias stated. Martin breathes a silent sigh of relief. It worked. "I'll just need you to fill out some paperwork and have it ready on your first day. Does Monday work?" He asked

"Yes, that's perfect," Martin eagerly replied.

"Great. Go ahead and just let Rosie know you need the new hire paperwork. You'll drop that off at her desk Monday and then she can show you down to the archives. This place can be a bit of a maze if you don't know where you're going," He added.

"Thank you Mr. Bouchard," he said, shaking the other man's hand. He walked back out to the front desk to talk to Rosie again.

"Here's the paperwork you need." She said, handing him a thick packet of paper. "Just bring it in, completed, to me on Monday and then I can show you to the archives. We don't need you getting lost on your first day." She remarked.

Martin thanked her and headed back out the way he came. It was time for the fun to begin.

Martin arrived at the institute approximately 10 minutes early. He wanted to make a good impression on his new coworkers. Heading over to Rosie's desk to drop off the paperwork he completed, he lightly cleared his throat to get her attention. As soon as she looked up at him, he spoke.

"Hey, I have my paperwork ready. Hoping I could still get a guide down to the archives."

"Of course, no problem!" She said, taking the packet from him. "Follow me," She continued. She led him to the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. After they got off, she led him down winding corridors to a door marked Archives. "Here we are. Good luck on your first day!" She said with a big smile.

"Thank you. Have a good one," He replied as she walked off back toward the elevator or it looked like he was heading back that way. This place was rather confusing. Martin took a deep breath before walking in through the door into the archives. Inside, there were two occupied desks with plaques. One reads Timothy Stoker- Archival Assistant, and the other Sasha James- Assistant to Head of Archives. Martin cleared his throat and both of them looked up.

"H-hi, I'm uh- M-martin. Um- Martin Gilroy," He stuttered out.

"Hey, it's the newbie!" The man behind the right desk yelled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tim, your new favourite coworker; and this," he gestured to the woman in the next desk over "is Sasha James: the biggest pain in the ass this side of the Atlantic!" He said with the biggest grin.

"Shut up Tim," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Ignore him, he's an idiot. It's nice to meet you, Martin. I'll let Jon know you're here and we'll get you set up," She got up from her desk and made her way to the office in the back. She knocked on the door with the inscription Jonathan Sims- Head Archivist. She walks in and says something Martin can't quite make out; then she turns back to Martin. "You can go on in. He's ready to meet you," She called to him with a smile.

Martin made his way to the back of the room and through the door. He looked at the man behind the desk and he immediately felt his face flush. He's a slight man with long dark hair tied back into a ponytail. Although he looks relatively young, his hair already had a few grey streaks running through it. He looked up at Martin with big brown eyes and Martin couldn't help, but find him and the warm brown of his skin very attractive.

"H-hello, I'm Martin, Martin Gilroy. I'm the new archival assistant. It's nice to meet you Mr. Sims," The words came out relatively coherent- much to his surprise. Martin desperately hoped Jon couldn't see the flush in his cheeks.

Jon looked up curiously at Martin making eye contact with his ocean blue eyes. He couldn't help, but notice the other man was quite tall and large in a sense that made you not want to get on his bad side. Martin had a cute rosy flush to his cheeks as well.

Cute? Did he really just think he's cute? Oh boy. Jon pushed that thought to the back of his mind to address later… or ignore forever. Whichever came first.

"Good morning Martin, have a seat. I'm just finishing getting your account set up on our software." Jon said as he finished typing everything in. "Alright, that should do it. Here is the information you will need to login," he continued, sliding a sticky note across the desk with a temporary username and password on it. "Once you get logged in you can customise your account and everything."

"Great, thank you Mr. Sims," Martin replied with a small, flustered smile. "What should I get started on today?" He asked.

"There should be some boxes on your desk with files in them. Just do as much online research into those statements as you can and make a report of your findings for each. We won’t get you into field research just yet. And Jon is fine, Mr. Sims was my father." He added.

"Right, of course! I'll get right on it Mr-er, Jon." He stuttered.

"Should you need any help, feel free to ask Tim, Sasha or myself," Jon replied, unable to fight a small, amused smile on his own face.

After Martin left the office Jon felt his face flush. His cheeks warm and his eyes lingered on the figure of his new coworker as he took a seat at his desk. Jon couldn't help, but feel like he could trust him; like he may be one of the only people he could trust. Where did that come from? He wondered, scratching at the earring in his left ear. He noticed more and more that the earring he always wore was irritating his ear for some reason. It was a more recent development since he started this job actually. That's weird, he thought. Maybe he needs to get it cleaned? It's a family heirloom, so he's hesitant to leave it with a total stranger. It was, after all, the last thing he had to remind him of his grandmother.

He can think about that later. For now, he needed to stop staring at Martin (and the way his brow creased as he focused), and get back to work.

Martin sat down at his desk with a long sigh. He couldn't help, but take one last look at Jon through his open office door. Some stray hairs fell in his eyes and Martin found himself imagining a moment where he would brush them away to tuck behind his ear so he could look into those deep pools of brown.

He shook himself and turned on his computer. The computer looked like it came straight out of a 90s tech catalogue, and Martin wondered if this used wifi or dial up internet. The computer started up with that classic windows start up sound- and then Martin yelped, jumping up out of his chair.

The screen saver he recognized from the scary maze game people used to prank each other with in high school. It was even accompanied by that blood curdling scream. He heard Tim laugh, taking far too much joy in Martin's terror.

"Sorry I couldn't resist," he wheezed. Sasha shot him an exasperated look. "What? I hardly get to prank newbies anymore now that we've been banished to the dungeon!" He said defensively.

"If we could not traumatise Martin on his first day that would be great," Jon called from his office, sarcasm dripping from his words. Sasha hummed in agreement.

"You guys are such buzzkills!" Tim said with an amused smile.

"No worries, it's all in good fun," Martin said with a smile. "I always expect a little bit of hazing when starting a new job and I'm hardly traumatised," he chuckled.

"See, he thought it was funny. Also I think I should get credit for knowing how to work this ancient piece of technology so well,” Tim declared.

"Yes, Tim. so impressive," Sasha deadpanned. "Now would you quiet down, some of us are trying to work here," Sasha said, throwing a piece of crumpled up paper at him.

Tim fell to the floor dramatically holding his shoulder like he had just been shot "Sasha, how could you hurt me like this?! I thought we were friends!" he cried in feigned agony.

The archival staff burst out in loud laughter at Tim’s very toddler-like drama. Martin was going to like this mission; unsanctioned or not

#tma podcast #the magnus archives #martin has a gun

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It is interesting to me that videography relates to artwork and vision and light in ancient times. That is not a connection I would have thought about. Gina Czarnecki's work: Nascent really stood out to me. I am not very informed about performance art but I do love art with emotionality and a sense of oneness with other human beings. I also think it's interesting to continually see how visual ideas are shamed or feared because of the knew ideas they might bring or make people act or feel. For example Plato thought that art would make people act differently than they normally do because images changed peoples perception. As well as that the reading states that researches claimed projection and television to be "mind rays". And again this same mindset is brought up today with video games. People believe that interacting with these images gives others ideas and opens their mind up to. I also like how the reading correlates light and shadow to videography. The quote, “inspires the thought of becoming not vanishing really stands out to me. THe reading has touched on art as something done by people to escape death and to live on. I think this concept is interesting, especially with videography as well as everyday videos of our persons. Does the image of a person keep them alive seeing someone's face must mean they’re alive?And a face from a video?

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In the work Ever is Over All it was interesting to me that not only was I affected by the visuals but the sound really changed my experience as well. I have no experience with 4-d art. It surprises me the variation and creativity that can come from the examples shown. To me when I think of creating video art my first thought is to look at the things around me, obviously. These artist have turned and twisted the world around them to create a new perspective with emotion and shock. I think for me that is what brings the shock factor in performance art. It shows all the emotion and pain and excitement we might feel in the real world and makes it visually come true with scenes that could actually occur. It may seem mundane but it is also interesting to me that I can see and feel and watch this artwork with the click of a button on my phone. I can fully experience what’s shown. I really enjoyed Eulalia Valldosera’s work. Her ideas and intentions behind her work stand out to me as a feminist but her work in the gallery stood out to me as well. There’s minimalism within the shadows created from a lot of work finding objects to make the shapes she desired. I also think her work creates an almost interactive environment where the people in the gallery could walk in front of the light and become part of the shadow.

5 Examples:

Bruce Nauman MAPPING THE STUDIO II with color shift, flip, flop, & flip/flop (Fat Chance John Cage) (2001) Tate

Photographic sequence of a horse jumping (Muybridge, 1904). A video is made by several frames played at time intervals.

Un Chien by Salvador Dali

Art that I have seen in person:

ALISON OUELLETTE-KIRBY & NOAH KIRBY ILLUMINATIONS & IMPLICATIONS (Contemporary artist out of St. Louis Missouri, worked with moving metal and the light, created interesting shadows)

Hannah Wilke's self portrait video

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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HEALER MALFOY | D.M

summary: healer draco meets a trainee and can’t help but offer her study sessions, for more research of course.

warning: smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, praise kink, like 7 years of age gap so if that’s uncomfy don’t read

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“We have a new trainee today Malfoy, better not scare this one out.” Martha called from her desk in the reception of St. Mungo’s hospital.

Draco rolled his eyes at this and crossed his arms. “Can’t promise much can I, Martha?” he smiled sarcastically at the woman who only answered with a shake of her head but shot it up when she heard the door open.

“I’m sorry if i’m late, i was getting breakfast, but i’m here now.” said a rather sweet voice by the door. Draco’s head snapped back to see who the owner was and was met with a woman who looked quite young, her figure adorned in a lime green nurse shirt and pants to match. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes down to the swell of her breasts that look too tight for some reason.

“Ah y/n, no worries you’re just in time, healer malfoy will be showing you around today and giving you an insight on what to expect here” Martha said while gesturing to Draco when she addressed his name. Y/n’s eyes looked at Draco and immediately she stretched her hand out to introduce herself.

“I’m y/n l/n it’s so nice to meet you mr. malfoy” she beamed at him. Draco shook her hand and looked at the pretty woman in front of him and gave her a smile.

“Pleasure is mine ms. l/n, come on, let me show you around a bit.” stated Draco while signaling forward with his hand. She obeyed and followed him around the first floor.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” inquired Draco looking at her expectedly.

“Oh, I’m 19” she chuckled.

“19? How old were you when you graduated from school then?”

“17, but took a year off to do some research about healing you know”

“Right. I’m surprised you used your year off to study and not party around, you young adults nowadays can only think about that apparently.”

“You young adults? How old are you mr. malfoy?” she questioned with her brows furrowed.

“I’m 27, why, look too young?” he smirked down at her, watching how she became flustered when he towered over her.

“O-oh no, I-I mean yes you- you do look very young.” She said, not so subtly running her eyes down his tall figure.

He chuckled at that and stepped a bit closer to her. “So, i’m interested in what you studied during that year off, how about you come to my house this evening and we can talk about it, yeah doll?” Draco didn’t know what came over him, but seeing her all worked up because of him and those goddamn clothes that made her figure stand out made him want to corner her against the wall and have everyone watch how he got his way with her.

“Uh- Uhm sure yeah, after- after our shift.”

“Yeah, change into something more comfortable and we’ll apparate together, hmm? Now- ” He clapped his hands together “-Let’s continue the tour yeah?” She nodded, her throat dry as her mind wandered on what else they could do this evening.

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After y/n’s shift ended she waited a couple minutes in the reception, waiting for Draco’s to end, now changed in a sweatshirt and a black skirt.

Draco then appeared almost out of nowhere, his white robe disregarded on his shoulder when he looked around to see y/n with her legs crossed and once again, not so subtly trailing her eyes across his figures and paying special attention to his arms’ muscles that were hidden underneath his robe before.

Y/N stood up from her seat and walked towards Draco with a small smile which he returned.

“Ready to go then, princess?” He asked. She felt blood rushing to her face but ignored it and nodded it instead. He then held out his arm like a true gentleman and apparated with her.

Everything went blurry and y/n felt dizzy until she felt her feet land on concrete, right in front of a big gate that was slightly covering a big manor on the other side. Draco at her side pulled out his wand from his pocket and the gates clicked open. He then held out his hand for her to take, which she happily took, and together they marched into the manor.

He set down two cups of tea in the coffee table in front of the couch that y/n was sitting on. She mumbled a quick thanks before grabbing it and taking a sip.

“So, gonna tell me about what you found out during that year?” She perked her head up at this from where she was watching her cup.

“Oh, yes of course” he then proceeded to listen intently to her ramble about how she traveled different countries and visited their best magical hospital there to see what they did. She talked for a good 23 minutes until she cut herself off unexpectedly.

“Oh god- i’m sorry if i’m bothering you with my rambles, you obviously know all about this, considering you’re a professional healer i just- ” She was cut off this time when he hooked his thumb and index finger on her chin, forcing her face to look directly into his.

“Hey, you’re not bothering at all pretty girl, i like your rambles” he smirked watching her become flustered once again at the pet name. He kept his fingers on her chin, his other hand unconsciously placing itself on her knee.

He was about to pull away, the need to kiss her senseless suddenly sufferable, but when her eyesight fell on his lips he couldn’t take it. He kissed her, hard. She then pulled away just to straddle his lap, her skirt riding up and exposing more of her soft thighs, his cock already growing in his pants.

He leaned forward to press their lips together again, his hands roaming down her lower back, making her roll her hips into his. He groaned at the sensation, pausing the kiss once again to take her shirt off which she gladly took off, her fingers hooking themselves in the hem of his, which he took off too. She let her eyes linger on his toned chest before leaning forward and starting to kiss his neck, occasionally sucking to create a few hickeys here and there.

“Fuck baby, take this off” he said, pulling at her bra, she quickly pulled away from his neck and unclasped her bra with a snap. He leaned back on the couch, admiring her soft mounds and letting his hands touch them, his thumb lightly grazing her nipples making her moan softly and grind her hips into his once more. She repeated this action when he attached his mouth to her left tit, his other hand playing with the right one. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back while breathing heavily, her mouth parted open.

She only opened them again when he detached his mouth from her nipple, much to his and her dismay.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked, looking down at Draco with a slight frown. He smirked at this

“Wanna fuck you baby, that’s why.” He replied. She almost moaned at his dirty talk.

“Would you like that sweetheart?” He questioned, needing to hear her admit that she wants him.

“Yes- yes Draco”

“That’s not my name baby.” He said while delivering a slap to her ass.

“D-Daddy?” she said questionably.

“Good girl” he said lifting her up his lap, watching her face turn into confusion when he stood up.

“Well? take that skirt and those panties off, won’t you bunny?” she nodded and slid her skirt and panties off at the same time. Making him do the same with his bottom clothes.

She timidly sat back down on the couch, her legs tightly closed and looking up at Draco with those innocent eyes.

“Spread those legs open for daddy baby, wanna see my sweet girl’s pretty pussy hm?”

“Yes daddy” she obeyed spreading her legs, allowing him to get a good view of her glistening cunt that was practically begging for him to enter.

“Shit princess” he groaned while stroking his large cock up and down. Y/N just bit her lower lip watching him do such obscenities that had her pussy dripping already. He lowered himself to his knees and wrapped his arms around her plump thigs, his breath fanning over her bare pussy.

“Let me taste you first pretty baby” he said before diving into her core and letting his tongue lap up her juices while hearing her moans and screams of daddy when his nose nudged her clit.

“Daddy f-feels too good” she moaned while arching her back and bucking her hips up when he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m gonna come daddy, please- please let me cum” He lifted his head up a bit, smirking at her.

“Such good manners pup, cum then, just because you’re being a good girl.”

She didn’t waste time and cummed right when he attached his mouth back on her cunt, her cum gushing in his mouth. Making Draco try to taste as much as he could and moaning into her.

In her state of bliss, she didn’t know when Draco got back up and left a kiss on her forehead, his knuckles running across her cheekbones.

“Think you can take my cock, baby?” He questioned, strocking himself when she bit her lip once again and nodded rapidly.

“Turn around then” She obliged and turned around, her knees on the couch and her chest leaning into the backrest of it.

He groaned at the sight of her ass, already picturing how it would jiggle when he plunged himself inside her.

So he nudged her clit with his cock a few times before entering completely, y/n already a moaning mess at the size of him, he paused for a moment, stroking her ass soothingly so the pleasure overcomes the pain.

“Can i move baby?”

“Yes- please move daddy” she moaned out, already starting to rock her hips back and forth in an attempt to fuck herself on him. Which earned her a slap on the ass, making her body jolt up at the contact.

“Be fucking patient.” He said through gritted teeth, starting to fuck her gently as to not hurt her.

She just huffed at this. “I want it fast daddy” she demanded. “Oh?” he said. Genuinely surprised that such a small girl could think she could take him all and fast.

“You want it fast you filthy girl? I’ll give you fast then.” He said, the last bit of mercy he had for her completely melting off and setting a brutal pace that had the girl grip the couch so hard her knuckles were white.

“So g-good daddy. You fuck me so good” y/n whined, her words slurred and legs trembling as he still pounded into her.

“Yeah baby? You like how i fuck your tight little cunt huh?” He teases, his hand massaging her right ass cheek a bit before slamming his hand down on it, making her eyes roll back and a loud moan tumbling out of her.

“Fuck, fuck i’m gonna cum” she says, her breathing heavy. About a second after she says those words she feels him slide out of her making her whine and involuntarily push her hips back, her body wanting to be full again.

“You greedy little thing” he smirked, sitting down on the couch next to her and watching her furrow her brows in confusion.

“I want you in reverse cowgirl baby” He said, patting his lap while at it. She stumbles to her feet on shaky legs and turns around, feeling him grip her hips and aligning her with his cock whose head was leaking with pre-cum. The pair moaned at the feeling of euphoria. Small moans and whines leaving her lips while he wraps his arm around her waist and pushes her backwards so her back is resting on his chest, her head knocking back on his shoulder, He takes one look at how blissfully fucked the girl looks before crashing their lips together and starting to thrust into her.

Y/n feels like she’s in a fever dream with how fucking good she’s being fucked. She’s brought back to reality when he grabs the back of her knees, one hand on each, and makes her legs go back so her knees are touching his upper arms, as to get better access to her dripping pussy.

She can hear his grunts and occasional moaning of her name that was accompanied with her breathy moans and whines.

“Ah! Daddy you fuck me too g-good” you manage to speak out, while one of his hands travel down to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Fuck baby your tight pussy feels so good my princess, let me cum inside it yeah?” He says while he stares at her eyes that are staring back at him with a few tears of pleasure almost leaking out, considering he’s still fucking her at a fast pace.

“Yes! Please daddy please cum inside me!” He groans at her words and rubs her clit faster so she can finish first, that apparently sent her falling off the edge and had her squirting her cum out all over his lap and some of it on the couch, him following shortly after, rope after rope of cum fills her up that it almost seems never-ending.

She sighs in pleasure at the feeling of it, her mind feeling drowsy after the intense orgasm.

He brings her legs down slowly from their bent-up position, making her body relax more.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asks, slowly dragging her up to pull out his softening cock. “Yeah” she smiles lightly at him, making him peck her forehead, cheek, nose, lips and chin. She giggles at the ticklish feeling.

“So how does a movie with some take-out food sound beautiful?” Draco asks the girl.

“It sounds nice” she nods, already taking consciousness of how she hasn’t eaten since breakfast and her stomach is a bit impatient.

#draco malfoy story #draco malfoy #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy smut #healer draco #draco malfoy x you

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Hi, could I pick your brain about Amphibia? I was wondering what your take was on the wall carving/prophecy thing in the first temple. More specifically, what you thought the big frog creature thing was supposed to represent, if not the Core as the endgame bad guy. I mean, the Core would make sense, but it's never presented as a giant frog. Just curious, thanks!

So there are a lot of theories about the massive frog creature in the endgame, and I think one of the best theories I've seen on the creature could be three specific theories:

1) That this humongous creature is metaphorical entity that encapsulates the theme of stagnation.

2) That the creature was the original wielder of the magic.

3) That the creature is a massive entity that has been the secret boss all this time.

Of course, these are all theories, and since I’m a bit out of tonight, do be warned that I might make a few mistakes while trying to curate this post. But in doing this, I at least hope you’d be able to get some interesting ideas to ponder about regarding the future of Amphibia.

The theories are going to get wild, especially for the last one — the one that I’d been holding onto ever since the end of True Colors — and with Season 3b dropping in a few months, now’s the time to start.

So yeah, let's go!

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Theory One - A Metaphysical Symbol

Let's tackle the metaphorical theory first.

I don't remember who talked about this, and I would appreciate if anyone could find the posts that specifically discussed this, but the theory we’re about to talk about doesn’t place the toad as a physical creature, but a force of nature. Try to imagine it as like Dragon Age Origin's Blight, where instead of a clear origin of what it is, it seems to be more symbolic of what it represents: the antithesis to the show’s theme.

Amphibia had always been about the subject of change. We even have a quote from the show that talks of embracing change and getting a say in what the future looks like as a result, like this is a big theme that goes throughout the very heart of this show.

So in the contexts of the prophecy one could fit that symbolism into its lines if we interpret them into a metaphysical sense.

"Three stars burning bright

Come from beyond to expel the night

Should they fight or embrace the fall

Their choice will determine all"

In this theory, the night is a form of darkness. A form of fight against change and betterment. The theory states that the toad can be representative of stagnation, the inability to come together and ultimately repeat the destruction of previously created things.

If Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are unable to come together and embrace change, something is going to happen, and it's probably going to be bombastic.

However, I am not so sure about this due to specific wording on Andrias's part on the prophecy itself, which we will dive into in our next theory.

Theory Two - The Original Wielder

"The prophecy is being undone, my lord" is one of the first things we get to hear from Andrias's mouth when he finally revealed a bit of his true intentions, and there's a lot of clues to make one think that the prophecy is a physical and spoken thing.

For one, there's a lot of talk about destiny in the show.

There’s a vase that talks about a supposed entity that has never been seen before due to them being underground, remarked upon as if they’re deities, and are now going to become a marker on how the endgame shall go.

But with Andrias, the idea of destiny with the core and his dealings seem to be part of his viewed upon endgame too.

I would also look upon Valerian’s remarks of her group going through numerous calamity users to be able to find “the one”, as if there’s requisites to being “the one” of the Heart gem. Knowing she was the last of her order, and seems to know more from researching the extent of the gems, it makes one ponder why the order had been waiting for someone like Anne to arrive.

It makes one wonder if she and the order had seen some glimpse of the prophecy, or had some idea on what the future lied ahead with the calamity gems in mind.

The fact that in the First Temple there’s a marker that showcases three figures going against the frog makes it probable that this prophecy and this destiny are interwoven somehow, foretold long before the events of Amphibia, and have been crucial if they’re built into the construction of the temples.

Andrias saying “the prophecy is being undone” can talk of many variables, but if he’s referring to the images on the mural, then it comes into question why he doesn’t want this event to occur.

If the mural showcases three people fighting, then why doesn’t Andrias want this outcome to occur? Does he want the arrival of the frog to happen? Does he want the girls to stay alive? Does he not want them to meet?

A few months ago, I had pondered about the very nature of Amphibia and its uses of magic and technology, and one of the things I always pondered about is how the music box got its powered gems in the first place.

It had to come from somewhere. All of this concentrated magic doesn’t just come out of the blue. Somewhere, someone made these gems, and unless the music box came with the package, the gems seem to be created first and foremost out of anything.

And this theory states that the giant toad we’re seeing is not actually an enemy, but the originator of the magic. The one who was stolen from, and has ultimately made their acquaintanceship with the girls.

There aren’t any pieces of evidence that could directly state that the toad is most definitely the bringer of magic, but some people have noted that the mural toad’s hand placement can be seen as either passive or hostile.

Is the toad giving magic to the girls? Are they wielding or showcasing their powers? The fact that their eyes are gems instead of eyes makes one wonder if they’re the literal embodiment of the calamity magic or something else entirely.

But the point still stands that if Andrias wants a prophecy to be undone, that would mean he would need the gems, he needs to make sure that the girls aren’t powered up, and that, whatever happens, the meeting of these four figures should not occur.

If so, then what shall occur is the supposed downfall of Andrias’s perceived destiny.

Theory Three - The Final Boss (Approved by Sonic the Hedgehog)

Now, this one has been curated between me and my Sonic-obsessed friend for months on end, and this may be a bit of a stretch, but follow with me here.

In this theory, the giant frog you see in the mural is the hidden boss. It’s the one that’ll fight the girls at the very end of the story during a massive skirmish in space, and here’s why I’m advocating for this. And this time, we shall be using meta information to add as backing.

Back in July of 24, a person on Twitter had noticed that in Anne’s calamity references, a portion of the ref had been censored out by the creator themself, and when asked what was hiding in the edit, Joe Sparrow basically confirmed that whatever is under there has some spoilers.

We don’t know how big or small the spoilers are, but it’s been an entire year since this post has past, and Joe still hasn’t revealed anything. And it’s been a few months since the end of Season 3A, so it seems pretty likely that Joe won’t show the design until later this year.

So there comes a probability that there is a part of Anne’s powered-up design that might be different and implemented into the final product, something new we haven’t seen before.

Now, one of the inspirations for Anne’s powered up form can be found in Super Sonic.

Super Sonic is one of the most well-known transformations of the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and it usually comes about from Sonic being able to gather all seven Chaos Emeralds. This power-up specifically is known for being a massive trump card in facing different forms of evil, so if you ever have played a Sonic game, it’s common to see this hedgehog dish his power-up out sometime during the playthrough.

However, there’s a more powered-up version of Sonic that is still well-remembered by the Sonic fandom, that being the infamous Hyper Sonic.

Hyper Sonic has a few key things to note about regarding his form.

For one, he projects different pieces of imagery out of his body while he fights.

Two, he’s super fast, meaning that he will project past images of himself as he zips around the game.

And three, this form is used in Sonic 3, where he goes up against the final boss in space.

For now, the criteria of Anne’s powers fitting into Hyper Sonic can be placed into speculation territory. After all, not everything is cut and dry, and a lot of influences to Anne’s powers comes from DBZ too to complicate things.

But for now, let’s see if the criteria of Hyper Sonic can fit with what we currently know about Anne’s powers at this point in time.

There doesn’t seem to be anything that can fit this criteria, right?

Well...

She has projected past imagery from her body before. The hallucination even having similar sound bites to how Anne powers up during her fight in True Colors.

She goes so fast that past frames of herself can be seen.

All in all, with the power flowing from her and the effect on her hair, they both look pretty similar when it comes to the design of how it currently functions with what we know so far.

But then that begs the question of what the third portion is all about. Here is where we’re going to be talking about the prophecy, and a few key things I noted with the latest Amphibia interview involving Anna Akana and Matt Braly.

Matt Braly has stated a few times (such as in his interview with Sit Down and Think), that he and the writing staff have used Sonic writing parallels throughout plot-heavy portions of the story before.

This could be with Sonic X and the similar directing sequence of Sonic going to Earth, the Chaos Emeralds being dropped before the teleportation, and Sonic 3′s mural a possible design influence for the titular title card itself.

This mural is of the final, true ending of Sonic 3. In the mural is shows that Sonic is fighting Eggman in space (a pretty well known ending for Sonic videogames to be fair) and he defeats him fully as the Hyper Sonic we’d discussed earlier.

Now, the reason why I emphasized the fighting in space part of this portion is simple.

In an October interview with Matt Braly, Anna Akana, and a few members of the crew, Anna Akana says a specific comment about Season 3b that stuck out to me when she first said it.

Being that Season 3b and the events happening within it will get “cosmic” (26:53) at some point during Season 3b. And since Matt, in that same interview, has talked about how his writers always try to make the finales of Amphibia bigger and better than the last, there’s a small small chance that we might get something bombastic.

Perhaps a final fight in space.

#amphibia #amphibia analysis #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #asks #coconurt #bork speaks

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musictheory · 2 years

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Planet Shament Janet (song analysis)

Planet Shament Janet is one of the most overlooked songs in the Rocky Horror Picture Show’s film adaptation but what does it reveal about the plot. It may seem that this song is Frank N Furter insulting Janet’s sexual ability but what if it told you it reveals the Transylvanian's true intentions on Earth or the fragility of Janet’s mental state.

On one hand Planet Shament highlights the desperate situation that Brad, Doctor Scott and Janet are in. Repetition of the line “wise up Janet Weiss” is Frank N Furter truthfully expressing to Janet that the situation she is in is no longer one of sexual liberation rather a circumstance crafted by his own manipulation to aid his true intentions for coming to Earth. In verse 2 Richard O Brian uses the lyric “wound up like an e or first string” comparing Janet to the most fragile and on the verge to breaking string on a guitar. In Janet’s character at this point we know she is extremely fragile to the circumstance as she battles away the negative thoughts of being loyal to someone other than Brad along with being on the verge of breaking as her whole sheltered existence has been shattered right in front of her. Alternatively, perhaps this is a criticism of Janet’s naivety and self-centeredness which has been shown in abundance throughout the musical through materialistic and self-indulgent actions.

Yet it also shows the Transylvanians true intentions with the humans. In verse 2 the line “I’ve laid the seed it should be all you need” exposes the Transylvanians goal to replicate human DNA on the planet of Transexual Transylvania and threw assumptions we can infer that they would use them for sexual needs (gruesome i know). We know Frank was trying to find the secret of life however, his “accident” leads me to believe prior he understood little about human sex cells such as sperm and eggs and their importance on human life. Noticing how he seems to target Janet in this scene allows me to deduce that he’s using Janet's body to carry on his research. In verse 3 the placement of the dialogue is extremely important. I've noticed in many stage places they either do it before the song or not at all. Janet’s dialogue “we’re trapped” followed by Frank's response of “it's something you’ll get used to” emphasizes his intentions with Janet of caging her up like an animal to carry on his lustful experiments.

A small deviation yet the quote “when we made it did you hear a bell ring” Foreshadows the events of the floorshow as Frank's time is limited to do his original mission on Earth.

(sorry this is rather short this song has got quite a few repetitive lyrics, but I tried my best (: )

#rocky horror show #rocky horror picture show #rhps #jannet rhps #Frank N Furter rhps #Jannet Weiss #Frank N Furter #music theory #song analysis #planet shmanet #analysis #here before matpat

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Take Care of You (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Natalie Cusack

Special Appearance: Tobias Carrick

Word count: 2175

Summary: When Ethan falls sick, Nat steps in to take care of him.

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Hi, hello. It’s been a crappy week and I’m emotionally/physically exhausted. So here’s some fluff to counter the bad week. This is unedited, so please forgive any mistakes. Hope you like it. 💙

Ethan never got sick. Ever. Despite working in a hospital, surrounded by sick people on a daily basis, Ethan always managed to stay as healthy as possible. He had prided himself on his strong immune system and seemingly inability to fall ill.

Until today, that is. He woke with so much pressure in his sinuses, he thought his head would burst. Getting out of bed was a feat in itself, as his whole body ached. He sniffled as he made his way to the bathroom and nearly jumped at his own reflection: his eyes were puffy, his nose was red, and his posture was significantly slouched. He tried to stand up straight but only groaned as his body protested the movement. Today was going to be long.

Pushing through, he swallowed a couple of DayQuils with his morning coffee, stuffed some tissues into his pocket, and gave Jenner a pat on the head before sluggishly making his way to work.

Arriving at the hospital, he noticed the looks of surprise and concern that people gave him as he passed. He didn’t know why; it was just a little cold. It wasn’t like he had grown a second head. He rolled his eyes and continued towards the seventh floor, ignoring everyone he walked past.

Finally arriving in the Diagnostics Office, he found himself breathing heavier than normal. As he sat at his desk, he attempted to take a deep breath but instead triggered a coughing fit. He grabbed a nearby Kleenex and coughed hard, his body wracking with the movement. He took a deep breath and coughed one last time before his lungs took pity on him and stopped causing him distress. Ethan groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

“Ethan? You okay, man?” a voice said.

Ethan looked up to find Tobias looking at him with concern. He hadn’t even heard his old friend come in. He nodded and sighed. “Yeah; just a little under the weather today, is all.”

“If you’re not feeling well, you should probably go home,” Tobias suggested. “There’s no point in pushing yourself to further exhaustion.”

Ethan shook his head. “I’m fine; I just need the DayQuil to kick in.”

Tobias pursed his lips then clicked his tongue. “If you say so; Nat’s not gonna be happy to see you like this though.”

“See who like what?” the aforementioned doctor asked as she walked into the room. Natalie looked to Tobias first then Ethan, her eyes widening. “Woah, are you okay?” She quickly made her way over to Ethan and rested the back of her hand to his forehead.

He weakly brushed her hand away. “I’m fine, Nat. Just a little under the weather.”

“I’d say more than a little; you look terrible!” She exclaimed. He frowned and she gave him a small smile. “Sorry babe, but it’s true.”

“I also walked in on him having a serious coughing fit a moment ago,” Tobias said. Ethan glared at Tobias but the latter deliberately avoided eye contact with him, choosing to look at his phone instead.

Natalie gently placed her hand on Ethan’s cheek and turned his face towards her so she could look at him. He watched as her eyes scanned his face and knew she was trying to figure out how sick he really was. He both loved and hated how well she knew him sometimes. “You should go home, Ethan.”

“I’m fine,” he argued. “I already took some meds, they just need to kick in.”

She pulled out her stethoscope and pointed it at him threateningly. “Go home or I’ll admit you.”

Tobias coughed back a chuckle and Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You do remember I’m your boss, right?”

She nodded as she put the headset into her ears and placed the cold chestpiece against his chest, making him jump. “You’re my boss, my boyfriend, and now, my patient. Breathe in.”

“Nat, this is ridiculous--” he argued but stopped when she glared at him.

“Breathe. In.” she repeated. Shaking his head in reply, he did as she said and found taking a breath was difficult. He fought the cough he could feel bubbling up but to no avail; thankfully, however, this cough was not nearly as violent as the last one. Nat pulled the chestpiece away and nodded. “Yeah, you’re a mess. You’re going home.” He opened his mouth to protest but she held up her hand. “Don’t argue with me on this. You’re in no state to work, let alone be around other sick patients.”

She pulled out a prescription pad, scribbled something down then turned to Tobias and handed it to him. “Tobias, can you send this down to the pharmacy so they can get it filled? I’ll pick it up when it’s ready.”

He nodded and took the form. “Sure thing.” He turned to Ethan and smiled sympathetically. “Get better soon, Ethan. Nat’s not as fun to be around when she’s in charge.”

Natalie rolled her eyes and smirked as Tobias made his way out of the office. She turned back to Ethan and softened her gaze as he frowned and sniffled. She caressed his cheek with her hand. “I love you.”

His frown shifted to a small smile. “I love you too.” He sneezed.

“You see why I’m sending you home, right?”

He sighed and nodded. “Yeah; I do. I hate being sick. I always feel so useless.”

“You are still human, my love; and humans get sick from time to time. It’s normal.” She crouched in front of him and took his hands in hers. “I’ll come over after my shift and make you some soup, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that--” he weakly protested.

She shook her head. “I want to; let me take care of you, baby. Please.”

Sighing, he nodded and stood, bringing Natalie up with him. He reached for her but hesitated as he didn’t want to make her ill. She smiled at him and stood on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Go home and get some rest. I’ll be there in a couple hours.”

He nodded. Sighing, he left the hospital and made his way home, his head in a fog for most of the journey. After safely arriving home, he changed into some more comfortable clothing, with the intention of getting some work done on his laptop; but the bed looked just so inviting. I guess I could lay down for a few minutes, he thought. Gently, he laid on the bed and closed his eyes. Five minutes is all I need. Within seconds, his body relaxed and he began to emit quiet snores, work completely forgotten.

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Several Hours Later

Ethan woke to the muffled sounds of the television and someone shuffling around in his kitchen. He groaned and got out of bed, padding his way to the source of the noise. As he exited the bedroom, he was greeted with the various sights of onion, tomato, and meat that were cooking on the stovetop. Unfortunately, due to his stuffed sinuses, he could barely smell anything but he presumed it was heavenly.

“Hi,” a voice said. He turned his attention to the source and smiled as Natalie approached him, throwing a hand towel over her shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great,” he replied, truthfully.

She gently brought his forehead to her lips as she judged his temperature. She hummed as she pulled away. “You’re warm.” She turned around and grabbed a small box out of her purse then handed it to him. He looked it over appraisingly, realizing this must be the prescription Nat wrote out earlier. “Take one of these now; it should lower your fever and help you feel better. Go get comfortable, the soup will be ready soon.”

“You didn’t have to do all this, Nat,” he began.

“Of course I did,” she said, cutting him off. She rested a gentle hand on his back and guided him towards the sofa. “Now, relax and get comfy. I’m almost done.”

Ethan did as she said, plopping down on the couch. He opened the prescription box and took the prescribed medication as Jenner trotted over and rested his head in his master’s lap. Ethan patted the pup’s head soothingly, giving him a tired smile. “Has she been giving you orders today, too?” he asked.

“Unlike you, Jenner is a spectacular patient,” Nat answered from the kitchen. “He’s been very good and even earned himself a few treats for being so good.”

“Did you, now?” Ethan mused, looking down at Jenner. The pup, none the wiser to the conversation happening about him, simply wagged his tail and gave his best doggy smile to his owner. Ethan chuckled. “Good dog.”

Taking the remote, he flipped to the Classic Film channel and sunk lower onto the couch. He felt his body begin to shiver and grabbed the nearby throw blanket, covering himself with it. “God, this is awful. I hate being sick.”

“I know, my love,” Nat soothed. “But the meds I gave you should help. They just need time to kick in. And,” she walked over and placed a bowl of hot soup in front of him on the coffee table, “this should help too. It’s an old family recipe of Dani’s. It works wonders.”

“Speaking from experience?” he asked, leaning over, letting the steam from the hot bowl wash over his face.

Nat nodded. “Yep. Both Dani and I got the flu within a week of each other when we were still living together. She made this soup for us and we both felt better almost immediately. I’m convinced it’s got magic powers.”

Ethan chuckled. “I’ll take your word for it.” He pulled the coffee table a little closer to the couch and smiled at Nat. “Thank you for making this.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, returning his smile. “Now, eat. I’ll be right there.”

Lacking the energy to argue, he did as she said, bringing a spoonful of the hot soup to his lips. Within minutes, Ethan felt the hot liquid warm up his body, which had been starting to feel cold. Nat smiled as she joined him with her own bowl, nodding in approval as he steadily ate.

Nat filled him in on what he missed at work while they ate, which hadn’t been much, thankfully. Their new patient wouldn’t be admitted for another week so the team had just done some prep and research today but nothing else beyond that. Ethan asked a few questions as Nat explained but otherwise, remained quiet through their conversation. Nat raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “You’re being unusually cooperative. What’s the matter?”

He chuckled and placed his near empty bowl on the coffee table. “Nothing. I’m just feeling a little drained, is all.”

“Mm, I’m not surprised. When you get sick, it hits you like a freight train.”

He frowned. “Thanks.”

Nat chuckled and settled deeper into the couch. She opened her arms and gestured towards herself with her fingers. “C’mere.”

Needing no further invitation, Ethan maneuvered himself into Nat’s embrace, covering them both with the throw blanket he had still been wearing. As he relaxed in her arms, he wondered aloud, “Aren’t you worried about getting sick?”

She hummed. “Nah. But even if I was, it wouldn’t stop me from being here.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I would take care of you, anytime.”

He looked up at her and smiled. “Thank you, Nat. You’re too good for me.”

“No, I’m not,” she replied, smiling. “We’re just the right amount of good for each other.” She kissed his head. “Can I get you anything else?”

He shook his head, tightening his hold around her midsection. “No. Just you.”

“I’m right here,” Nat reassured.

“Love you,” Ethan murmured, his eyes fluttering closed.

“I love you too. Now, rest.” She gently leaned over and took the remote from the coffee table.

“Don’t watch the next episode of Bake Off without me,” Ethan said, his voice drowsy.

Nat chuckled. “I wouldn’t dare. When you’re feeling better, we’ll pick up where we left off.” When he didn’t respond, she glanced down to find that Ethan had fallen asleep. Smiling to herself, she turned on an old favorite film of hers and watched, while running her fingers up and down Ethan’s back.

It would be a few more days before Ethan was back in top shape; but Nat took care of him the entire time. From bringing him food to ensuring he rested instead of working, Nat took better care of Ethan than he had ever done himself when he had been sick in the past. He’d never been so well taken care of before, and it made him all the more grateful to have her in his life. He’d always hoped she’d take over the DT for him one day; and after the way she cared for him, he knew the team would be in the best possible hands. And so would he.

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opalesense · 3 years

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the last appointment

zhongli & gn!reader

3.4k words • ~25 min. read

summary: as a studious and credible fortune teller in liyue, you discover something about your last client of the week that completely derails your outlook on life.

warnings: liyue arc spoilers, little bit of existential dread, slight mention of family member’s death

notes: might make more parts to this idk? just kinda wanted to dip my toes into genshin writing for the first time!!

LIFE IN LIYUE HARBOUR seemed to be repetitive and mundane. For the past few years, you would wake up, open your fortune telling shop, analyze the futures of your clients using your geomancy, possibly take a stroll around Liyue when you needed to run errands, and then call it a day. You performed the same routine constantly, sometimes travelling beyond the harbor to collect crystals and magical supplies for your shop, but rarely did anything truly change in your routine. If something was off in the slightest, it was never too exciting to note.

As anyone would have suspected, you were tired of your state of limbo in life. Other vision holders seemed to be going on adventures, travelling with companions and exploring the vast mountains and valleys of Teyvat. Other vision holders seemed to be fighting against evil, helping citizens, and saving the world from imminent dangers. You could even recall a recent event where the Qixing had evacuated the harbor to defeat a terrifying sea monster. The Jade Chamber had been sacrificed for the safety of the people of Liyue, and yet here you were, playing with a bunch of rocks for a living. Despite being able to grasp the glowing Geo vision that held your coat together, you could not grasp why you felt doomed to tend to this shop for the rest of your days.

You didn’t know where or how to “start” your life. The small, inherited establishment from your late aunt was located in the small alley of Chihu Rock, practically out of sight from most of the foot traffic in the harbor. Not many people came to visit, though your name was still decently known. In fact, most of your appointments were simply previous clients from your aunt, regulars that relied on her readings for years and believed you were the next best thing after she passed. Especially considering you were the first vision holder in your family, it made your credibility even stronger.

You still remember how you got your vision. The morning after your aunt had passed, the elemental gift somehow made its way into your hand as if the timing was meant to be perfect. You didn’t celebrate such a special and momentous occasion with pride or joy. Your face stiff with tears, you instead reflected on why you received your vision at that moment in the first place. With the shop doors closed upstairs, you gripped your vision and did what you felt needed to be done. With your family’s legacy and tradition on the line, adventuring like other vision wielders was not a priority at the time.

But after years alone of research, a social life consisting only of interacting with customers, and a constant state of grieving the experiences you could’ve had in your youth, you were now in your late twenties and closing the shop for the day. Your last appointment was either extremely late or not showing up at all and you were tired of working today, just like every other day. Regret gripped you tightly as you wondered how you managed to get yourself in such a boring, slow burning loop.

That is until the shop door opened, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden noise, shattering the previous thought. You accidentally dropped the basket of cor lapis you were refilling and immediately knelt down to pick up the precious pieces that thankfully hadn’t cracked on the way down.

“Hello, [Y/N],” the tall figure practically glided through the doorway, “My deepest apologies for being late.”

He closed the door behind him, “...and for startling you, it seems.”

You sighed, checking for any scratches on the gems and sighed again with relief based on the good results. You grinned to hide the fact you had just been in deep thought. “It’s quite alright, Mr. Zhongli. It’s kind of you to stop by at the very least, even if you’re late.”

Mr. Zhongli was one of your aunt’s longtime clients. Since you were a child, your aunt had always described Mr. Zhongli as a complex yet thoughtful man that had always shown kindness to your family for many years. When Mr. Zhongli learned of your aunt’s death and began to receive readings from you instead, you quickly realized what your aunt meant by calling him complex. Mr. Zhongli was truly a tough nut to crack in every single reading, his sessions taking longer than most other cases. That is why Mr. Zhongli would always offer to take the last spot of the day at the end of every week as to not trouble any of your other clients.

As you took a few of the best cor lapis from the basket, you could see Mr. Zhongli’s acts of kindness and thoughtfulness unfold in front of you. He seemed to carry what was now clearly a gift basket at closer inspection.

“This gift is for you,” Mr. Zhongli took a few steps forward to set the basket on a countertop. “I brought you your favorites. Slow cooked bamboo shoot soup, qingxin, glaze lilies, and all the crystals I could find… needless to say, let this be a token of my appreciation for your patience and hard work from our last few sessions. I know I am not the easiest to read, but you truly have a talent.”

You were speechless at the gesture as your eyes sunk into the intricate detail of the handwoven basket and decorated items inside. No one had ever done something so kind for you in so long. It was astonishing enough that he remembered your favorite soup that you mentioned only once a few months ago, let alone your favorite flowers and crystals as well. “Thank you so much, Mr. Zhongli! I’m at a loss for words – this is so thoughtful of you!”

“I even brought you that Rex Incognito series you had mentioned, although, I am not sure why you would need to read the series when I am fully capable of educating you on the history of Rex Lapis myself,” he flaunted, taking his seat on the cushioned chair in front of the reading table.

“Now, Mr. Zhongli...” you picked out some prithiva topaz from another basket, following the usual protocol you had with such a personalized, frequent client like him. The required materials for his readings were imprinted into your memory like carvings in stone. “You know I don’t want to burden you with my curiosity. And with such an intriguing topic like Rex Lapis... once I start asking questions I’m afraid I will not stop.”

“I have all the time in the world,” he got comfortable in his seat as you sat yourself across from him, “I truly think it would benefit you to discuss the history of Rex Lapis with a learned scholar such as myself. We can even have some tea as we discuss.”

You chuckled at his eagerness. He seemed more forward than usual. “You are too kind, Mr. Zhongli. Perhaps I’ll take that offer someday, but at least let me put those books to good use first. Maybe I won’t need to bombard you with questions if I’m already well briefed on the subject.”

He sighed happily. “You make a good point. And you will enjoy them, I’m sure.”

You settled into your seat as you arranged the crystals between the two of you. “The usual for tonight?”

“Yes, please.”

Your hands meticulously placed the last crystal in its spot on the surface. You closed your eyes and hovered your hands above the rocks, clearing your mind to make way for the usual reading: a reflection on the past, any significant events of the present to focus on, and some insight into the future. You held this hand gesture for awhile, letting the energy from the rocks lift into the air and envelop your gloved palms. When you felt there was enough energy to work with, you opened your eyes to reveal the manifestation of his thoughts in front of you, able to take its physical form using the powers from your glowing vision.

No one had ever taught your this skill, not even your aunt. If you had to bloat your own ego, one could say you invented this Geo fortune telling process yourself. The process indeed came to you naturally, a true display of pure talent.

You slowly lifted your hands to allow the visual manifestation to settle on the table among the gems so Mr. Zhongli could watch his reading unfold in front of him as well.

“Let us analyze the past first,” he spoke, already knowing the routine without you needing to ask him where to start. You slowly waved your hands as if you were digging a hole in sand on a beach, the manifestation displaying ambiguous patterns that wouldn’t make sense to any commoner’s eyes but could be interpreted easily by yours.

Two pairs of focused eyes fixated on the picture as you spoke your mind out loud. “You have recently given up something extremely important to you, it seems. I see you handing over something… small, physically, yet unbelievably significant and personal. I can’t tell what it is exactly, only that it glows like the sun with its energy. But you have handed this important object over to a very... evil... figure?” you cocked your eyebrow, confused. “You seem to be brooding over the fact that its aura is dark with malicious intentions.” You hesitated, “Well, that can’t be right, can it?”

He sighed. “Unfortunately, that is indeed what happened recently. But it had to be done.”

“Didn’t we talk about a similar situation in a previous reading? If I remember correctly, I thought I had advised you to not give up whatever that object was.”

“I am aware of the consequences that will follow. Especially with your future guidance, I’m sure the events following this one questionable decision will unfold in a better way soon enough.”

“I will always be here to help you, Mr. Zhongli. But please be careful in the future with these decisions. The importance of this object seems to be off the charts.”

He nodded. “It is as you say. Please, have faith in me now. I cannot change what happened in the past, after all.”

You hovered over this image of the sacrifice. You couldn’t make out what this object was, no matter how close you tried to inspect it. It had the likings of a chess piece, but surely this wasn’t simply a chess piece, was it?

“Let us move on, if that is alright with you,” his low voice cut the silence.

You wiped the image from your mind and waved your hands again, as if you were slowly putting the sand back into the hole you dug before. If the last image wasn’t enough bad news, this new one that formed was even more painful to witness.

“You have been grieving your losses very recently,” you said gently. “Your mind is currently weighed down by your past. I see you looking out at the sea in deep thought. There are flashes of…”

You stopped as you inspected the graphic images that suddenly appeared beyond your hands. You gasped at the terrifying horrors.

“What is it?” the low voice tried to search for understanding of what you were seeing. Even though the image was clearly laid out in front of him, it was still too ambiguous to tell when he lacked your years of experience.

“There are flashes of war,” your breath stifled as you watched his thoughts splayed out in images of lifeless bodies and destruction. “Very graphic details of war and death. Mr. Zhongli, I believe this image of suffering has been weighing over your mind like an anchor in the sea.”

He paused to process your comparison. “That is... a very good way to put it.”

“Though, I believe that despite the sorrow that emanates in this image, you are in a state of relief and tranquility. It seems you are grieving, but you are simultaneously at peace,” you hesitated again, “Yet I wonder what these graphic images of war are meant to represent. Surely we are not in an actual war, are we? Perhaps you are at war with your past, wanting to move on but haunted by your memories?”

Mr. Zhongli unfortunately knew the images you were seeing were, in fact, real events he had experienced in his life time and the truth was that lately he had been reminiscing on these events. Mortal life is kind to humans for them to be blissfully unaware and carefree of these harsh realities, he internally commented.

He still put your analysis into thought, though.

“I am haunted, indeed. I have been attempting to come to terms with my troubled past, just as you advised me only a few weeks ago. I have tried to follow your guidance, and although they resurface what I have been trying to repress, I believe I am coming to peace with what happened.”

You grinned. “That is very good to hear, Mr. Zhongli. I believe you are currently making good progress when it comes to moving on. Just remember that it is okay to remember your sorrow. Let your emotions pass through you instead of repressing them or rushing to move on. It is okay to take your time and let the thoughts bubble inside of you for awhile.”

He closed his eyes as you continued, letting your advice seep in. You continued. “Imagine the stillness of the sea. Many creatures and lost remnants take their place in the depths of the waters, but on the surface we see constantly moving yet serene waves wash over what is hidden below. Your memories are there to stay, Mr. Zhongli. But your present self, the surface of the water, can peacefully coexist with whatever is hiding deep within. Let these thoughts weigh you down momentarily, but rest assured, you will find balance and acceptance in due time.”

His eyes fluttered open as he reflected over your words. You always seemed to know what to say. “Your words have truly resonated with me, [Y/N]. And you are absolutely correct. I have been fighting these memories to avoid the pain, but it had not dawned on me that sorrow is... what I am meant to feel, not push away. I suppose your advice has put my mind at a bit more ease, and I suppose I am focusing too much on when I will be able to move on rather than allowing my thoughts to coexist for a moment.”

“Now you’re getting it,” you grinned with the relief that washed over his face.

“Shall we move on?” he offered.

You got to work on the last segment of the reading. If manifesting the other images didn’t take long enough, reading one’s future always took the longest. Interpreting an event that hasn’t happened yet always made you a bit nervous with your words. You never wanted to let a client down with an inaccurate reading.

On the contrary, this reading, despite taking quite awhile to appear on the surface on the table, was very clear.

“That is undoubtedly an image of me,” your eyes glazed over the facial features of the person in the manifestation. “I apologize for the delay, Mr. Zhongli, I must have accidentally let my thoughts seep into yours–“

“Do not fret, I believe this is accurate,” he interrupted. “Keep going.”

Your perplexed expression remained as you continued the reading. “I am admittedly stumped. There is nothing left in this image. I suppose it is simply me standing in what looks like some ruins. I am holding a staff, or some kind of long object.” You paused to think out loud. “Why am I in your reading? What could this possibly mean?”

Mr. Zhongli chuckled as you thought out loud. “Perhaps this is a good time to tell you why you are in my thoughts.”

“I’d love to hear it, I have never appeared in someone’s reading in my last decade and a half of experience. This is quite unique.”

He folded his hands in his lap, “For some reason, I have had this strange vision of training you. I’m not sure why, since you don’t seem like the fighting type, but there is some voice inside me that is telling me you are destined for something great and i need to take some part in it. What do you think, now that you see this vision as well?”

Your eyebrows rose in shock. “Training me? I guess this does relate to something I have been pondering as of late. I do not want to lay out my troubles on you though, my job is to interpret your life, not mine.”

“Our lives have clearly intertwined in this vision,” he insisted, “Please do not hold back for my sake. I have the time.”

You thought for a moment. How could you form the words without seeming too selfish? How could you maintain professionalism by talking about your personal problems?

“I am not the fighting type, Mr. Zhongli. Though, lately I have been quite depressed about the fact that I am not doing as much with my vision as other vision holders are. My life is uninteresting. The truth is that I am a simple fortune teller that plays with rocks. I hope you can understand why I am failing to interpret this reading,” you apologized. “It’s because this doesn’t seem characteristic of me at all. And with all due respect, after giving you readings for years, I would have never guessed you were versed in combat to train me!”

He chuckled. “I respectfully disagree. To tell you the truth, your talents surpass the abilities of many other vision holders. Not everyone can read thoughts or tell the future. Now that I mention it, I know of one talented astrologist in Mondstadt, but think about that. You are one in hundreds of thousands in Teyvat,” he reassured. “You did not receive your vision for no reason and I truly believe you are destined for something big. I regret not being able to realize this before.”

“How are you so sure of this? I would love to believe you, but I’m afraid I am not destined for much, really. Again, I am simply a fortune teller. What could I possibly do for Liyue other than read some rocks?”

He sighed and connected his palms with yours, interrupting the reading and wiping the manifestation off the table. The hovering crystals dropped onto the surface, making you gasp at the sudden sound.

“I am not who you think I am,” his amber eyes finally met yours for the first time this evening, which sent a chill down your spine. “Promise me you will not fret, for what I am about to show you may shock you.”

“What do you mean? What are you doing, Mr. Zhongli?” you slightly panicked as he firmly grasped your hands.

Suddenly, the room was engulfed in golden light that emitted from the seat across from you. Scattered, distorted images of a mystical dragon, a devastating war, and seven seats in Celestia flashed across your eyes as you stared at the beams of light. Death seemed to swallow you, but not take you. The baskets of crystals around the room shook with the surge of energy. The world seemed to destroy itself then remake itself over and over again within fleeting moments. These thousands of years of memories made your body tremble. It all happened within fleeting moments, and after a few seconds of your senses being overwhelmed, you finally pulled yourself together and connected the dots.

His expanded knowledge of Liyue’s history. The sudden gift of your vision immediately after your aunt passed. Grieving his losses and having flooded thoughts of war and death. Offering combat training. Remembering your favorites the same way he would remember Liyue’s customs and traditions. His glowing amber eyes alone.

Mr. Zhongli was the God of Contracts and overseer of Liyue. Rex Lapis, a being that lived for millennia, sat in the seat across from you. He had been posing as a mere mortal for years, taking readings as if he were any normal customer. The realization shook you to your core as you sat there bewildered, grateful, and horrified at the same time.

He let go of your hands after seeing that the information successfully processed in your mind. He saw something in you that was yet to be awakened, where the sky was the limit under your own expectations. This daydream of his was no simple vision – it was a calling. Internally, whether you agreed to it or not, he vowed that he would not leave your life until your true destiny was fulfilled.

He would see this vow fulfilled by offering you a contract that would change the course of your life forever.

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chintadraws · 3 years

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Buried

Summary: Danny has spent his entire life in a secluded underground lab yearning to see the stars. Against his father's wishes, he accepts the aid of an unexpected guest to take him out to a world he has never seen. Tangled AU.

AO3 | FFN | Chapter 2

Co-written by @imekitty

Chapter 1: The Dead Prince

This is the story of a boy named Danny, and it starts with a portal.

Twenty years ago, Maddie, Jack, and Vlad created a proto-portal to another dimension, to a world of ghosts, hoping to further their supernatural research. But it all fell apart when the experiment failed and exploded in their faces, namely Vlad’s face.

Struck with a ghostly disease that turned him into a half-ghost, Vlad spent his years in recovery quietly researching and experimenting until he managed to create the perfect stabilizing serum to keep himself from liquifying.

During that time, Jack and Maddie married and settled into their roles as the strangest and most bizarre king and queen in the kingdom of Amity Park. They continued their ghostly research well after the incident with the proto-portal. They knew how it debilitated their friend, but they were pleased to know that Vlad had found a cure for himself when he graced them with his presence with news of his successes and rise to fortune.

And so Jack and Maddie continued on with their lives, happily unaware of Vlad’s secret ghostly identity, only happy to have known that he was well. And the happiness only persisted when Jack and Maddie had their first child, Jasmine, and were soon to be expecting another child.

But all of the joy was washed away when Maddie became deathly ill with a ghost-related disease.

On the brink of life and death, Jack tried everything he could think of to save his wife. With the two of them being the only leading experts in ghost-related research, there was no one else to turn to.

No one except Vlad Masters, who had concocted a serum to battle the ghostly disease that nearly took his own life.

Jack rushed to Vlad’s mansion as fast as he could and didn’t even bother knocking as he practically charged through the door and headed straight for Vlad's lab. The lab was a far better sight than the one Jack and Maddie had. No clutter and messes or spilled experiments, only perfectly organized and labelled samples and beakers, which made it all the easier to find the compartment where Vlad kept his stabilizing serum.

Vlad still hadn’t made an appearance, but Jack simply couldn’t wait to ask him for the cure. He was certain Vlad would understand; they were the best of friends, after all. And he surely wouldn’t say no to helping Maddie. Jack remembered clearly how Vlad always spoke so highly of her.

After not much contemplation, Jack grabbed the serum and returned to Amity Park. He immediately gave Maddie the stabilizing serum, leaving not a single drop to spare.

The cure healed the queen, and with her recovery came the birth of a healthy baby boy, a prince they named Danny. All of Amity Park celebrated the queen’s recovery as well as the young prince’s birth.

Everyone except Vlad.

Months without the serum had left him far weaker than he cared to admit. He had taken to creating replicas of the serum, which barely kept him from dying, but without the one component that could never be recreated, it was no use.

He had no intention to attend the festivities despite being an honoured guest. He did, however, want to have some fun exacting his revenge considering he would not survive much longer. And it was the least Jack owed him for stealing his only source of life.

One night, Vlad snuck into the castle to kill Jack Fenton for ruining his life. It was a fair exchange. An eye for an eye.

Clinging to his invisibility powers, he entered Jack and Maddie's room and watched them sleeping in their bed. Vlad’s eyes fell on Maddie’s face. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Despite the enormous blight lying beside her tainting the view, Vlad couldn’t help indulging in the sight. This could have been his life if Jack hadn’t been so careless.

Vlad held back a snarl as he approached Jack’s side. He stopped when he heard a soft hiccuping and saw a wisp of fog emanating from the crib in the room. Curious, Vlad floated to the crib. There, he found the young prince bundled in blankets, the baby that was one of the reasons Jack had stolen the serum from him.

What a waste.

Vlad scowled at the child. While young Jasmine took after her brilliant mother, this boy was certainly going to take after his idiot father. He certainly had the hair and eyes to match.

Danny hiccuped again. Vlad's scowl turned into shock when he noticed a breath of fog escape from his lips. He thought he briefly saw Danny's eyes flash green, but he must have been hallucinating.

Gingerly, he held out a hand toward Danny's and reeled back when he was met with a static shock of ectoplasmic energy, making him lose concentration on his invisibility. Vlad hissed and shook his hand, cursing at how weak he had become. He was left speechless again when he saw that Danny now had snow white hair and glowing green eyes.

And he was glowing with a healthy ghostly aura.

Something was obviously different about the boy. Vlad was certain he might be the key to finding his cure again. Maddie had shown no signs of ill effect after she was given the stabilizing serum; in particular, no ghostly symptoms. Could it be that when she gave birth to this boy, something extraordinary happened to him instead? Could it be that this child had become the perfect half-ghost son?

Putting his plan to kill Jack aside, Vlad snuck Danny down to the royal lab to see if he could maybe extract an ectoplasmic sample. He didn't get too far as Danny began crying and screaming in distress, his tiny form flickering back to his human state.

He heard Maddie and Jack call out for Danny, and the sound of footsteps barrelled outside the doors. Vlad glared down at the insolent child in an attempt to shut him up when Jack's giant orange form barged through the doors, face sullied with fear and anger. A sudden bout of glee filled Vlad's chest at the sight. Perhaps he could have his revenge after all.

With a dramatic flair of his cape, Vlad phased out of the royal lab and disappeared into the night sky with Danny in tow.

Vlad had no intention of keeping the child after extracting the ecto-samples he required to keep himself alive. While his hypothesis proved true that Danny's ectoplasm contained the purest form of the stabilizing serum, it came with the price that without direct contact with Danny's half-ghost nature, the samples mutated within days. And with Jack and Maddie posting guards everywhere in search of their son, Vlad was hard pressed for another solution.

Vlad hid Danny away in a secret isolated lab deep underground, far away from Amity Park where no one could possibly find him. He made certain that Danny would never dream of leaving the lab. The outside world was cruel and vicious to hybrids like them, and the people out there would not hesitate to rip them apart molecule by molecule.

Vlad knew that Maddie and Jack would never stop looking for their son. To ensure that Danny would never be found, Vlad convinced Maddie and Jack that their son was not only lost but gone for good. A kingdom that once celebrated his birth now mourned his death.

And so Vlad raised the young prince in his underground lab, extracting samples of Danny’s ectoplasm to keep himself stable.

This went on until Danny's eighteenth birthday...

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