#//writting letters is fun

[tsumuus]

first date headcanons | my hero academia

a/n these are just some ideas on how i personally think these characters would ask you out on a date + the actual date. not proofread

characters izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki

masterlist

izuku midoriya

spend a while preparing before asking you out

seeking advice from friends like uraraka or iida

they would encourage him to just be himself

he'd want the setting in which he does to feel special but not too overwhelming

determined yet still a bit nervous

lowk see him just writting a letter

it would be neat and you can tell how much thought went into it

for the actually dtae

he'd take into account your interests and preferences

super organized

it would be something casual yet fun

like a walk in a park

or visiting a cafe

any kind of place with a relaxed environment in which the two of you could both talk and get to know each other better

like prepare a small picnic at a nearby park

he'd bring homemade sandwiches and snacks

he;d be slightly embarssed but proud of his effort

pick a spot in the park in which you could lay a blanket down and just watch the sunset

he loves to make you smile

and all the little things he does like pick up a dandelion for you to make a wish, tuck your hair behind your ear, or just the sweet words can;t help but make you smile

once the suns set he'd suggest a quick stroll through the city, enjoying the lights and the atmosphere

he'd more at ease by this point

and holds your hand if youre comfy w it

on the walk back he would immediately ask if you guys could hang out again soon

katsuki bakugou

honest and straightforward

doesn;t beat aroudn the bush

he's confident, and if theres any ounce of nervousness in him you wouldn;t be able to tell

but his usual brash demeanor would slightly soften

but he's still direct

he'd do it when youre alone

he'd pull you aside, away from others, to avoid making a scene

makes it clear that he's serious about this

his way of thinking is simple

he likes you and wants to spend time with you, no need to complicate it

would prefer a lowkey setting for the date, rather than flashy activities

like just hanging out in one of your dorms would be enough for him

but he knows you deserve more than that

but he still focuses on just spending time with you

getting to know each other in a relaxed setting

given his competitive nature, maybe go to a small and lowkey bowling alley with a small arcade

preferably one thats not well known and popular

he'd enjoy the challenge in the activities and the chance to see your playful side

don't think he'd let you win, he'd a try hard and will attempt to beat you at everything

throughout the date, he would show subtle protective gestures

like walking on the side of the sidewalk thats closer to the road

ugh what a man

while he may not be the best with words, he would engage in all your conversations with honesty and openness

during quiet moments, where he lets his gaurd down, you get to see a glimpse of his geniune personality

on the way back to the dorms, as he asks to see you again, he'd be less gruff but still determined and direct

hes serious about you

as you say goodbye, he can;t help but linger outside your dorm for a little

his expression soft with a small smile

shoto todoroki

would take him a while to even realize he liked you lol

but when he does

he's calm about it

yet he still takes some time to reflect on his feelings

ensuring that he truly does want to take this next step

he wants to make sure that this is 100% the right move for the both of you

would choose a quiet, private moment to ask you out

he values sincerity and wants to ensure you are comfortable

he'd appraoch you with gentleness that reflects his sincerity

he would be calm and genuine, showing his true intentions

his idea of a perfect first date is simple get elegant

he'd suggest starting the date off with a walk in a garden or park

someplace that would likeley have no distractions that takes away his time with you

after the walk

he'd take you to a charming little tea place

the calm atmosphere allowing for deeper conversations between you both

he wants to learn everything about you that he doesn;t already know

whether thats going on for hours about your favorite books, music, hobbies

he wants to share parts of his life that are meaningful to him ofcourse, but would rather learn about you first

there would be quiet moments throughout your date, but he enjoys those

he seems to enjoy your presence more than anyone elses

if its chilly he'd offer you his scarf or jacket

his actions speaking volumes about his caring nature

he's the best listener

he values your guys connection and is eager to learn more about you

as the day comes to an end and you two walk back to the dorms, your conversations continue

what he has with you is completely new to him

he's never wanted to get to knwo someone more than he has with you

and he expresses this clearly when asking about your availability for future dates

[mayghosts]

can you maybe write headcannons for clingy nika? i feel like she’d lowkey be rlly clingy in private and i NEED more nika fluff

Nika Mühl: Clingy Girlfriend Headcannons

Summary: Request!

Warnings: Nada!

AN: love you guys 🤞🫶

Pre- Relationship ♪♫

♭ From the moment she met you she had a hard time letting you out of her sight.

♪ In order to get closer to you w/o being creepy she tried to sign up for events and clubs she knew you would be at

Her Teammates would always make fun of her for knowing exactly on campus you would be at most hours of the day.

♫ Once she finally got your number, she was texting you every morning and night with a "good morning❣️" or a "How was ur day?!"

Even when the two of you started dating, she would NEVER miss a good morning text. Even during arguments or breaks.

♪ You guys got really close really fast, she was always there for you and vice versa

♭ She never really considered herself clingy until she met you. During your friend era the two of you were the defenition of peak velcro friendship

Relationship Era ♫♭

♪ Once you guys started going on dates she would insist on you coming to team events

"Nika, you know I can't come to watch film. Geno would kill you! You need to actually pay atention during those." "Please baby I need you there!"

♫ Whenever she has an away game, she will insist on calling you every morning and every night shes away. If she has free time during the day she will face time you and make you tell her every detail of your day.

♭ You guys have a scarrily song snap score, like over 300 days long.

♫ She has memorised you favorite flowers/dog breeds/candies/litterally anything, and whenever she sees something you like in public shes immediately sending you a text.

*insert photo of dog* "Baby this dog is so cute we need to adopt one together" OR *insert photo of flowers* "Almost as pretty as you"

♪ ALWAYS in your dorm/at your appartement. Claims she can only sleep when shes with you...

♭She always saves a courtside ticket for you during games and makes sure you have as much UConn/Seattle merch as possible.

Obsessed with having you in her jerseys, claims it makes her play better

♫ Always holding your pinkie in public, no matter where. In private she usually will have an arm over your shoulders or her hand in your back pocket.

if you're on the couch she will just lay right on top of you and kiss your face and neck (im so lonely wtf) Shes def. a hickey girl too 🫢

♪ Loves to suprise you with flowers or little gifts, big on writting letters and cute notes.

You keep every note and you press the flowers because she is the most perfect girlfriend ever

[vveirdnobdy]

It's Venion. He choose to name him Onion specifically because so people can make fun of him due to how similar their names are.

Also, imagine Cale releasing a song which its lyrics seem like a boy having a one-sided conversation or writting a letter for someone, saying that he did his best, how he's fine and so. And everyone is just like "aww, that's sweet".

Then at the end of the video the screen shows the other party of the conversation... And it's just a tomb that says Mom.

YOUUU

let my boy vent 😌

But also dude imagine the emotional distress as a listener like me? Personally? Watch that i will be ill over it for a week(literally me with any Vocaloid song I deep dive-)

Ooo also imagine a song of just the feeling of being cut out and longing to be a part of. Referencing his relationship with his full family.

Also I talked about Lily being a fan of the music and stuff and I feel like she would really like that song, because she also longs for her family to be whole.

[harpagornis]

MTG Analysis: LGBT and the color pie

So this is something a bit out of left field since its not Pride Month but I felt like writting this so sue me.

MTG has had a long history with LGBT topics and characters, from Xantcha from the early days to an explosion of LGBT characters in recent years. Officially, homophobia doesn’t exist in the Multiverse (I call bull if you’re familiar with older canon) and that’s fine and dandy, not everyone needs bigotry in their escapism.

However, I like to keep things real, and the matter of fact is that the color pie is philosophical. So I though it’d be fun to see how the colours interact and react to LGBT topics.

White

White I think is the easiest to depict as homophobic/transphobic. After all, real world religions and politics have persecuted LGBT individuals, and White is all about marginalising the outgroup, imposing restrictions on community and using faith as means to dictate one’s life. Conversely, White is also likely to be shown as an ally, since it often also fights for the meek and vulnerable.

An interesting way to depict White in this regard is the different double standards it may have. For example, in some real world cultures trans individuals are accepted because they’re seen as a way to enforce gender roles, while non-binary or gay individuals are shunned because they dismantle gender roles. Conversely, homosexuality may be seen as means to reinforce military bonds, which plays in White’s love of community + militarization.

Overall, because White often governs over society and factions I think there’s a real potential for worldbuilding.

Blue

On the surface, Blue can appear as rather accepting since it believes in reason and science. Its philosophy of one being able to do anything one desires to improve oneself also plays well into accepting trans people. I don’t think there’s a coincidence that the two first non-binary planeswalkers are Blue aligned; one even defied fate for crying out loud!

However, Blue’s belief in tabula rasa also means that it doesn’t believe anything is inherent. Therefore, Blue is the most likely to believe in conversion therapy. Worse, given Blue’s factions penchant for amoral science it is the color most likely to dispense “cures” for homosexuality and make straight designer babies.

In conclusion, Blue’s allyship is highly dependent on what it feels self-improvement entails. On a good day, it rallies for LGBT rights. On a bad day, it makes White look reasonable in comparison.

Black

Black, being the colour of individuality and giving the middle finger to societal norms, is most accepting of all letters of LGBT. This comes with a big caveat, however: it is focused on the individual foremost. So if going to a pride parade displays one’s power and charisma, it will do so. If being a closeted bigoted politician provides that, it will be so. Black has no morals or obligations, why should it care if it can be a hypocrite or profit off pride?

A very fairweather ally, but a staunch supporter especially to spite bigotry.

Red

Red is the colour of freedom and self-expression. It has no patience for those tearing others down in the name of society and laws. Naturally, I think it’s a no-brainer that it is the most LGBT positive colour. It loves who it loves and indentifies as it identifies, and unlike Black it has a sense of empathy and a healthy dose of disregard for authorithy in any way shape or form. And its always down to experiment!

That said, I can see some violently homophobic characters being partly-Red aligned, with some other color to provide reasons as to why Red’s normal love of self-expression is restricted.

Green

Green, like White, is a double edged sword. It fundamentally believes in fate, tradition and genetics; on one hand, it can decry such things as “unnatural”, but on the other it can be supportive, especially if it sees such things as “always meant to be”. Unlike Blue, it believes things are inherent, so it is less likely to believe in “cures”. This in particular is why its dichotomy differs from White, as unlike it Green derives its beliefs from philosophical concepts rather than morality.

It’s opinions on trans topics in particular can be pretty interesting: does it see an individual’s body as the natural truth, or the soul? Loreley Writes once wrote a post I can’t find that Green magic could theoretically work with a person’s own identity to modify the flesh; that’d be a cool use of biomancy if made canon.

So in conclusion

I respect WOTC for not wanting to deal with topics that could backfire horribly, but I just can’t help myself!

[yepiiimurders]

"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened"

I should say, i was there from very beginning. I'm a murder drones fan since the pilot episode, when it wasn't known, will this show get season 1 or not. So, let's say thank to Liam for giving to this show a shot. Because it could end after the pilot episode.

It was fun. This show made us laugh, made us cry, made us shocked, made us scared.. Not every show can do that. Everyone did the great job. Liam, Glitch, Animators, Scenarists, Voice actors, Fans. And I'm writing them from the big letter, because they are a heros for doing this hard job! Liam writted this story. Glitch made this show happen. Animators gived the best view of it. Scenarists did their best to made this story giving to us emotions. Voice actors gived to characters their voices. Fans made this show popular! Everyone! The artists made arts of it, fanfic-writers writted a great stories of it, editors edited together the greatest moments, songwriters writted a great fan songs. Even just a simple fans of this show made it popular by talking about it to friends, family, even with strangers in the internet! Everyone did the greatest job to not let this fandom die! Everyone did their best and this is our reward. The emotions we got while watching this show. We will never forget it

And since from the last goodbye are left only 22 hours..Let's say thanks to everyone, especially to Liam and Glitch. Let's rewatch all episodes and let's start..THE FINAL COUNTDOWN💥💥

(Sorry, if there's grammar mistakes, but i tried my best)

[legobiwan]

Whumptober Salvage: Episode 2

Two days in a row of writing! I just made the deadline on this one, although I can't vouch for its quality.

Today's theme: “I’ll (They’ll) call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Today's author commentary: Not much to say here.

Warnings: I feel like Dimentio is his own warning, but nothing graphic occurs in this one.

Index: Episode 1

~~~~~~~~~

The tall, lanky man is flanked on either side by two former members of the monster’s army. 

Koopas, they’re called. Short, beaked-faced creatures whose lack of stature is more than made up for by their sheer density of muscle mass, each striation etched into biceps and deltoids in painstaking detail, a contour map of strength writ on a leather-like epidermis. 

Not that they would recall their former allegiances, if she had done her job right. 

She always did her job right.

The sunglasses were a nice touch, though. An uncharacteristic hint of whimsy, but he was never one to look down on a bit of improvisatory fun. It was character development, in his mind. The smallest crack in a stone-walled dam, just enough space for him to wriggle through to some real answers, if he played his cards right.

“My, my, Nassy!” Dimentio floats over to the short, severe woman, coming to hover just over her left shoulder. Nastasia pays him no heed, giving a perfectly symmetrical frown as she scribbles notes on her ever-present clipboard, angular letters carved with an elegant, restrained precision. 

Dimentio peers over her shoulder, pointing to the scene below. “Who is this tattered man who appears as if he has been pulled from the whirling center of a tumultuous cyclone?” As he speaks, the man stumbles forward, tripping on some invisible crack on the surface of Bleck’s smooth, pristine floors. 

He recovers quickly enough, grabbing onto his ash-stained hat with one hand, holding out the other arm for balance as he staggers forward, his momentum hurtling him right into the hard-shelled back of one of the guards.  

“Come on. Move,” the guard orders, neither harsh nor conciliatory. A perfect foot soldier, wholly loyal to the Count and his directives. The Koopa takes the man by the bicep, guiding him towards the tall, dark doors at the end of the corridor. 

Curious.

“I wasn’t aware we were now in the business of taking prisoners,” Dimentio hums, eyeing the dazed, green-clad man who is now trailing the twin set of Koopa guards as if he were a child who mistook strangers as his parents. “My, my," he tuts, "how the Count’s morals have slid since the sham nuptials of the beast and the princess.” A sly smile slants across the jester’s features. “However do you cope, Nassy?”

Nastasia growls, brushing Dimentio away with a sour look, taking a moment to adjust the perfectly-wrapped bun atop her head. “The Count is only doing what is necessary, okay?" she says, waspish. “Restoring order to the universe is his priority.”

A prisoner, then. Leverage? A bit of entertainment while the Count awaited the apotheosis of the Chaos Heart? Poor Nassy wouldn't like any of those options.

Or perhaps was he something more? Whatever the Count’s goals, taking prisoners had never been a part of their standing orders. Either get with the program, or get out, as Nastasia would say.  

“Ah yes, our perfect worlds!” Dimentio exclaims in a half-whisper, waving his arm in a florid motion. “All orchestrated by our dear Count Bleck. Regrettable this lofty goal seems to come at the price of the Count’s high moral standing.”

Nastasia turns her head, shooting him a nasty look. “You’re not one to give opinions on another man’s morals, Dimentio.”

Dimentio gives a toothy smile in response. “Touché.”

Below, the human has fallen further behind his escorts, apparently distracted by some piece of machinery or appliance bolted to the hallway wall. He takes his chin in hand, contemplating the silver grating, somehow finding meaning in the rhythmless alternation of flickering red and green lights.

“Hey!” The guard calls. “Get moving!”

“One second,” the man replies with a sharp edge of impatience. His voice is deeper than Dimentio had imagined, a sonorous thing straddling between tenor and baritone. He absently wonders if the man can sing. 

The man in green bends over to give the mechanism a closer inspection. “You know you’ve got an issue here - “

“Save it for the Count, Mr. L.”

This gives the man pause as he straightens to face the Koopa, his features crinkling in question. 

“Mr….L?”

The Koopa grabs the man’s hat in one swift motion, dangling the item from a long claw. “That’s what it says on your hat, right?” He motions to the green “L” embossed in the center of a white circle. “Your name’s L. Or something like that.”

The man’s jaw works soundlessly around an answer. “I don’t…know…” He runs a hand through a distressed, thick mane of dark hair. “I guess that seems right?”

“You guess,” the Koopa mutters, shoving the hat back into the man’s hands. 

Perhaps he had difficulty remembering his name prior to Nastasia's intervention, if he needed to wear a hat with his initials sewn on. 

“Come on, Nassy, spill the beans. Who is he? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Green who gazes wide-eyed at the world like a kitten beneath an ornamented tree.” There had to be a reason they were keeping him. Not only keeping him, but leading him there.

“Just another loyal soldier to the Count.”

Dimentio wags his finger. “I don’t think so. New grunts don’t get a personal escort, no less an escort leading to an entrance to the Count’s chambers.” Dimentio adopts his best wheedling tone, floating to Nastasia’s other side. “What did he do?” he asks, stretching out the vowel to the point of absurdity.

“You know gossip is not tolerated among the minions,” Nastasia bites, scribbling furiously on her clipboard. Dimentio doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t say a word as he continues to float just behind Nastasia, the pale-white side of his mask a mere breath from her pointed ear. After a long moment, she lets out an aggrieved sigh, smacking her pen against the surface of the clipboard before hugging it to her abdomen.

”He interrupted the wedding.”

“Ah,” Dimentio breathes. “And now the Count seeks a more personal form of retribution for such an offense?” The jester wrinkles his nose. “How deliciously bloodthirsty of him!”

The accusation doesn’t elicit the response he hopes for. Nastasia’s face puckers as if she has sucked on a bag of lemons, but any further information is not forthcoming. Instead, she turns her attention again to the scene below, wordless as she observes the movements of the man, who has somehow eluded the grasp of the two guards yet again, wandering back to the silver mechanism he had been inspecting earlier. 

With a practiced hand, he plucks some kind of wrench from his pocket, rotating a series of bolts and nuts a few degrees to the left and right with meticulous movements, the adjustments seemingly amounting to nothing if not for the immediate change in the flashing lights on the nearby panel. 

“What the hell are you doing?” The taller of the guards grunts, pulling the man roughly by the arm. 

He frowns, an expression whose slanted line creeps towards the very beginnings of a sneer. “You were running a signal line into a conduit that relays contact leads. Rookie mistake,” he scoffs, shaking his head, as he gestures at the tall, shadowy ceiling of the atrium. “No wonder the lighting in here is so terrible.” 

“What?” the guard snaps, his features twisting into a mask of almost comical confusion. “What are you talking about? Don’t - “ He growls, shoving the man away from the now-humming metal apparatus. “Don’t mess with the Count’s things.”

“Then tell this Count of yours to hire better engineers.”

Well, then. He was certainly more fiesty than he looked. With a bit of practice, he might even...

“Given this display,” Dimentio begins, breaking the stony silence between the two minions, feeling out his best path towards further information. “It’s hardly a surprise he interrupted the wedding. Perhaps something to do with substandard chandeliers,” he sighs, holding out his hand to inspect invisible nails hidden by long, black gloves. “Tell me, Nassy, is this charming personality your work or did he come this way?”

Nastasia says nothing, the only hint to her increasing irritation found in the sharpening line running down the side of her jaw. 

Dimentio leans forward, perching his chin on Nastasia's shoulder. “As he seems to be headed towards the same door you and I were not so long ago, am I to assume we will have to contend with these churlish home improvement suggestions on a regular and intimate basis in the near future?” Dimentio gives a long, pleading look. “For me, Nassy. You do know how much I despise surprises." Dimentio throws back his head in melodramatic fashion.

"One day we’re a team of four, and suddenly the wrench falls from the sky like an unexpected meteorite on a flock of dinosaurs. And when the dust settles, we are now five, all camaraderie and trust broken by a new and insufferable interloper. If I am to humor this man in service of the Count’s glorious purpose, at least tell me his true name.”

He receives nothing for his performance, and for a horrible moment, Dimentio almost believes Nastasia will remain stone-faced and unyielding, another one of the Count’s marblesque statues of the dead haunting the inner corridors of his chambers. 

The long sigh she finally gives is as refreshing as a summer breeze. “His name,” she relents, her voice monotone, “is - was - Luigi.” Nastasia pushes her opaque-lensed glasses up her nose, turning to face Dimentio. “Like I said, he interrupted the wedding.”

“Doubtless he wasn’t the only one to object to the abrupt ceremony.”

“No,” Nastasia answers. “But…” she trails off, closing her eyes. “He was the only one who stomped on the Chaos Heart to try and do so.”

Oh. Oh.

Dimentio’s features brighten, his mouth drawing out into an elongated grin. “And he lived?”

Annoyance peppers Nastasia’s response. ”Managed to send half the wedding party through a dimensional gateway. We’ve been hunting down the scattered remains of Bowser’s army for the past three days.”

A logistics problem turned tantalizing opportunity.

”Those you’ve located have pledged allegiance to the Count, I assume?”

Nastasia clicks her pen off, sliding it through the center of her perfectly-coiffed bun. “They got with the program,” she says, curt, gesturing in Luigi’s direction. “And so will he.” 

With no further comment, Nastasia slides one loose lock of fuschia hair behind her ear, the click-click of her heels fading as she disappears down a long, dark corridor. 

Dimentio puts a long finger to his lips, tilting his head in renewed curiosity at the trio below.

”Well, well, well. Luigi.” He rolls the name around on his tongue, tasting each syllable. An idea occurs to him, a test, a bit of a science experiment. Cupping his hand around his mouth purely for theatrics, Dimentio draws on a touch of magic to amplify his voice just above the threshold of audibility. “Oh, Luigi?” he calls downward, drawing out the name in a melismatic sing-song. 

Luigi turns, first confused, then scowling. When no explanation or source is apparent, he shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets with an annoyed huff.

“Ah. So I call your name, but you do not call back. Mr. L, I suppose it is now.” Dimentio chuckles as the two tall doors open with a silent, crisp draft, Luigi and the guards vanishing into Bleck’s gloomy antechambers. 

“Welcome to our little club, my friend,” Dimentio purrs, his thoughts already turned to new sets of intricate, woven plans.

Survived stomping on the Chaos Heart, did you? And now an honored guest of the Count?

 “Yes, my ill-tempered man in green." Dimentio smiles to an imaginary audience. "You and I will have a most fruitful collaboration, indeed.”

[p1nkwitch]

Here me out. 10 for that prompt list and Lonelyeyes.

Sorry it took me this long! Between lonelyeyes week and having to finish the good omens au, i was busy. Anyhow!! Here you go i had a fun writting this.

10.  “you died and left me on the hook for a hereditary marriage contract”

Peter was furious, he read the paper in his hand, over and over again, till eventually he crumpled it in his hands and put it inside his pocket. He quickly put on his coat and went to the Magnus Institute at a quick pace. 

The letter had been clear, there was no line that he could use to escape, no loophole. He even called his uncle on the way there, wanting to check just in case, but Nathaniel merely let out a sigh and told him it was in fact a clause that Mordechai had signed up with Jonah Magnus many years ago. It just so happened that no other head of the institute had any need to call upon it till now. James Wright instilled his right to it and now Peter was seemingly stuck. Cursing loudly he hangs up on his uncle telling him to keep it cool.

When he finally arrives at the building, he takes no time at all to make his way to the office of the new head of the place. Elias Bouchard.

Peter had liked James, in fact he had fancied him quite a bit, before his death, the two of them had a bit of a relationship. Which was fine by him, Peter came and went to the sea and back to land to spend some time with James whom he held fond feelings for. Quite…romantic in kind in all honesty.

He flushes just thinking about it. Unfortunately they were still working for opposing forces, therefore they were very prone to fights, so in his last trip, they got into a big one. Things were said. Peter left to simmer on his feelings for the next ten months, expecting to get back to James with a cool head. Unfortunately by the time he did come back he was informed the man was dead and he missed the funeral as well.

It really just…well it shook him quite badly, enough that he refused to go to the institute at all to meet the new head of the place. Telling Nathaniel he was done with it and to find someone else.

That of course didn't seem to work for long, because now he got this stupid bloody letter!

Peter grumbles but he struggles to remember where the office is, he tends to get lost easily in the stupid building and the sensation of being watched made him feel sick, enough that it distracted him too much to properly know his location. Eventually he finds someone from staff who points him to the right direction and so he finds himself in front of James' office.

Rosie tries to stop him but he starts to use the lonely when she picks up her phone and tells him after a few seconds that Elias shall see him. He quickly enters and closes the door behind him.

The man in front of him was sitting behind his desk with a set of glasses that were slightly sliding off his nose, they were red rimmed, which contrasted a lot with his dark gray suit.

“Ah, Mr. Lukas I was not expecting you today, what can I do for you sir?” 

He almost deflates. Elias was at most a couple of years younger than Peter, maybe barely hitting his thirties. He was shorter than him, which he noticed when the man stood up and pointed to the seat in front of him. The feeling of being seen was present so at least the man knew what he was or James picked someone with promise for the spot.

Thinking of James makes his head hurt for a very specific reason.

“What you can do is get rid of this” He takes the crumpled paper from his pocket and slams it on the desk, sliding it towards Elias who picks it up and reads it. His eyebrows raise till eventually he looks up at him with a blank expression.

“This is a bit of a surprise to be honest, but unfortunately…i can't do anything about it. I legally cannot undo the contract”

Peter chest burns.

“You cannot expect me to think its ok for James to pawn me off to you! We aren't in the 18 or early 19 century. We don't arrange arranged marriages anymore!”

Elias makes a sort of motion with his hand. “Maybe not here but its technically not-”

Peter glares at him. “I'm not going to marry you because James lost his mind before he died” He doesn't like looking people in the eyes, it's horrendous, instead Peter stares at the spot between their eyes. This is why he notices how Elias' expression turns pinched and his mouth turns slightly downwards at his outburst.

“Mr.Wright was under all his faculties before his untimely demise Mr.Lukas. A heart attack is a heart attack, not a reason to question his sanity. Albeit its quite the shock that he thought about this. He did mention you to me, as he was training me. I presumed you two were close from the way he spoke of you…very hm, yes fond”

Peter shivers and steps back feeling that horrible sensation of eyes raking over his skin, of being known.

“Knock it off. He did not-”

But Elias nods and walks around the desk to stand in front of him.

“He did, I was very curious about what sort of person he would talk so fondly of, you know? Ah it was a pity when i found out you were quitting your place as the representative of your family, i wanted to meet you. Albeit of course also not under this circumstances”

Peter feels a mix between shame and…and he is not sure. Especially as Elias' hands landed on his coat's lapel, he was fixing up his lapels and letting his hands linger for a bit. Making his skin crawl and his face burn. Elias is handsome. He will give him that, he also has sharp eyes, the same color as James too, a very cool shade of gray.

Still-!

“Listen, I'm not the sort of person you get to know, that's not how I work, but even less so…I don't do arranged marriages! Why would James even think this is a good idea to begin with at all?!” Elias tilts his head and says he doesn't know.

“But it's not such a bad thing isn't it?”

Peter gapes at him.

“What?”

Elias smirks at him, his lip slightly lifting upwards, it was both very nice on his face but also very insufferable.

“Take it as an opportunity, besides i talked to Nathaniel on the phone and he was mentioning something about you perhaps soon having to find a wife, since you were now no longer doing business with the Institute” Peter didn't know-

His face burns in shame about this little bastard knowing so much about him and yet Peter had nothing on him. “He wouldn't-”

A tap on the chest makes him look down at Elias. What a…handsome devil.

“But he would, now as I said, you can call this a blessing in disguise. Arranged as it is, we can make this work. You still travel, and leave for most of the year as you Lukas tend to do. I'm busy and I don't have time to dwell too much in relationships, they all bring me headaches. So…a transaction if you may. A marriage in name but its more of a…collaboration if you will?”

Swallowing a bit he asks carefully what that would entail. Elias smirk gets more wicked and there is something on the way he does it that just tickles the back of his brain. There is something so very…familiar in the motion.

“Well, for one, I do not like your replacement, I can tell you that right now. Conrad is a prick” Peter can't help but snort and smile just a bit, a hint really.

“Yes, that tracks”

Elias' eyes flutter and Peter has to look elsewhere, he is handsome, so what? Peter is still placed in a binding contract between entities and a marriage that he never asked for.

“Still what else? I want to win something out of this whole farce”

Elias walks around him like a predator measuring up with their prey, it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Well, I only want some time to talk, perhaps dinner if you may. It is a marriage, perhaps not conventional or legal yet, but one made by our predecessors and bound by our entities. Quite the thing isn't it? As for you, well, what is more lonely than this? A marriage with no love?”

It is true, but that's not…

What fuels his loneliness is not the complete lack of something, but an absence. Peter is lonely because there is something to miss. An empty relationship as miserable of an affair as that is, doesn't feed his patron at all, because its not making him lonely, just miserable. Fun for a watcher not for Forsaken.

“I'm afraid you are going to need something else to sell it out to me, Mr.Bouchard. That's not how it works for me”

“Oh? And how is that then? Aren't you sad about what happened to Mr. Wright? Isn't it lonely enough to be married to someone else than the person you actually…cared about?” He was sure he was going to say love, in that case Peter would have just sent Elias to the lonely. Clenching his fists he tells him through clenched teeth to watch it.

Elias' eyes narrow and his expression turns wicked.

“Why? Isn't it the truth? Mr.Wright was fond of you but i'm sure he got over it quickly when you left him”

Peter stares and then grabs him by the tie, gripping it tightly as Elias smiles at him. “Grinning little freak, shut up”

“Perhaps that was what did it, you wore down his heart” Peter face twitches and Elias eyes seem to drink it all in. 

“I am going to get rid of this little contract, after all who cares if you are dead right?”

The beholder laughs and grips his wrist tightly with a hand as he leans so close to his face Peter has to step back, yet Elias follows.

“Do that, and I will shove so many memories of other people's lives and their thoughts about you that you will turn into a blubbering mess Peter dear, don't test me. Im being kind darling”

The niggling sensation on the back of his brain intensifies, the tone, the posture, the bossiness.

The eyes.

“Well, its a good thing i dont give a shit about James, he was a douchebag and he had a horrible sense of fashion too, you on the other hand have a nicer look” Elias face turns outraged for a second too long, his eyebrows twitching in consternation. Peter grips him by the jaw. “What the fuck James?!”

His expression turns blank and then resigned before going to be amused. “I suppose I gave my hand away too early, huh? Hello Peter” Oh he is going to kill him for sure. “Oh sod off, you won't”

“Stop messing with my head!”

“Stop making it so easy darling. Put some more effort into shielding those thoughts. Now, about that marriage-”

Peter headbuts him. “You fuck-” Elias is grabbing his forehead, his expression turned into that of outrage. “What is your blood problem-”

“My problem?! You died and left me on the hook for a hereditary marriage contract!!! What the hell is wrong with you! What- How are you alive, what is this? What the bloody hell is going on!”

Things devolve for a while, mostly into Elias explaining while looking sour that he was in fact Jonah Magnus, that he swaps bodies, that he changed his and when Peter did not come to meet his new body he had to find a way to drag him back. He was going to wait till there was a founding party, but Nathaniel did in fact talk about making Peter find a wife soon and Elias…

Oh Elias was possessive. Peter could see it in the way he described his plan and the way he grabbed onto him as they sat on the small loveseat in his office. The way his hands touched him and his lips curved up in smirks that had him flush.

“So I invoked the right to pass you along, honestly Mordechai and I were really drunk when we made that clause back then. Neither of us were actually thinking clearly, it was a wild weekend. What can I say? When you mix your vices and bring in your friends..”

“Ugh, can we not- I dont want to know how you fucked my grandfather. That's just gross”

“Pity”

He glares as a warning so Elias lifts his hands in surrender.

“So…”

Peter holds his face in defeat. “I'm not marrying you. Not now”

There is a long pause, Peter knows what his words mean, the implications. Elias probably can see it too, is likely smirking like the Cheshire cat. 

“Now?”

“Just- just shut up would you? Just…” Peter doesn't want to marry, not now, not like this, let alone not when he is processing a lot of information that he is trying to be cool with in such a short amount of time. “Let me think”

“Be my guest”

Like this he just tries to sort his thoughts and what he found out and eventually he reckons, the best course of action is to keep going as they were. For now at least. “I'm going to continue to work, and drop by to…talk about business”

Elias' expression is guarded, Peter rubs his own jaw deep in thought, the cons about this whole thing are growing, are exponential, this whole thing is wrong and will have dire consequences for him.

Yet the pros….

Well Peter was a gambler at heart. What's life without a bit of spice? Without a bit of a spark to make things interesting? Elias, James, Jonah or whatever he wants to call himself is his spark of chaos. Painful as it is to admit it.

“Dinner? Your place or mine”

He can see the momentary surprise at the acceptance. Soon it flickers into smugness, but Peter brushes it off. 

“Oh? Is that so-”

“Well yes, I haven't gone out with Elias Bouchard yet, perhaps i don't like him, perhaps you are…boring, or perhaps you are interesting enough to keep around. Maybe to even stay over at my flat”

Elias' face is wild. “Maybe i find you boring instead”

Yet Peter shakes his head in fond exasperation. “If you did, you wouldn't have basically trapped both of us into an arranged marriage under the suspicion that I would soon find a wife. So, dinner this friday? Your treat this time since you basically almost made my blood pressure burst”

The chuckle is a mockery, but it suits Elias and its…he has a lovely voice. Charming and low and makes something twist on his gut.

“I can live with that. For now we can be engaged, that at least will keep your family off your back, isn't that great?”

Lord.

“You are so horrible” Elias' hand touches his cheek.

“I am and yet here you are?” 

Here is indeed. Peter tilts his head to brush his lips against his palm, he can see pink on his cheeks for the first time and he really is starting to like the idea of figuring Elias out. He seems more expressive than James. With a hum he leans downwards and kisses him.

Its different but also familiar. He feels arms wrap around his neck and when the kiss deepens a bit too much, Peter retreats and starts to drift into the lonely to meditate a bit about this whole thing.

“Asshole”

Peter laughs this time at the pout on Elias' lips when he begins to slip away from his grasp. “Pot and kettle you utter insane bastard. I'm going to try and process the whole 200 year old dandy thing, now, see you on friday Mr.Bouchard”

Peter is almost gone when he hears him say goodbye.

“-Mr.Lukas, its a pleasure to meet my new fiance”

Peter's face burns all of a sudden as Elias gets the last word in before laughing at him.

Horrible man! 

Yet…it does serve him well.

Enough that in a few years he will propose to him properly this time, with rings and a silly post it note to seal the deal. Curse him for being charming and a bastard, he is weak to such things.

[theotheradversary]

7. Then war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon¹, and the dragon¹ and his angels² fought back.

8. But he was not strong enough, and they² lost their place in heaven.

9. The great dragon¹ was hurled down³ — that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan¹, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him³.

— Revelation 12:7–10 (NIV)

¹Samael<Lucy's angel name>, Lucifer, The Morningstar etc. funnily enough i wasn't aware that He is the Twin of Michael.

² pretty much what we already knew. More angels were "cast down"³ than just Lucifer. Just remember like him, the other cast down angels have self assigned names to show they are independent from the control of god, gone from the light. On a random tangent, i cannot remember what Asmodeus's father's name is (child of angel and man). I do love the name. Maybe it was Azazel? That tickles that memory a bit.

Anyways....

They're not one of the Lamb as they were created to be. Remember, they are this god's first children, designed to only obey and follow that bastards orders like blind, unquestioning servants. Which is pretty much a big part of Samael evolution into the "now", Lucifer's identity.

The Bible often refers to Samael/Lucifer as a dragon or serpent. I wish they kept the ancient bit as to make a point of Lucy being an eternal, always has and always will exist Adversary of that bastard.

Yeah..... Even if Deities or their servants are created later in "eternal time"(sorry, that's the best way i can describe it), they will always have always been and will always be. It's a thing throughout all religions that mention eternal beings. But anyways, forget that and angel names stuff for the time being. That can be a fun topic of its own. Also it's hard.... Lineages and such get involved. As you can imagine, it gets pretty messy.

³ Cast down. Onto The Earth. From there they influenced early humanity before being forced into what we know as Hell. My memory fails me as to why and how they were forced "below" The Earth, but I'll find out as i read more... Probably found in more detail and more entertaining in more of the older Bibles, deuterocanonical stuff and other "inspired" writings.

Oh well. We can learn that together! Or you can tell me and I'll post about it, then find ways to expand and reference beyond the prompt.... Though I'll do references next time. I just went off memory for most of this bar the passage from Revelation. Which i should have done here, with this post.

But it's a bit of a quick "damnit, it's irritating me! Wiki will know that bit!"... Followed by "damnit" as my brain went "ooooo previously known knowledge turn on now!".

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.... Right. Back to me just blogging about my poor judgement.

Honestly i regretted that i focused so much on Solomon's writs and his letters to his sons. I should have been doing the obvious. Current and old Bibles. That's where the good shit is. Then we can focus on where earthly connections lies in the stuff that have been created (or divinely inspired) like Solomon's writings and everything that influenced/created it.

yeah. I said created. It's currently only an entertained thought that it was his original work.... Or King Solomon had anything to do with it. But, still. The "Keys" transcripts has interesting details and it's fairly easy to find links to older works, holy works and Devil worship stuff. Just gotta find it on the net. Which is a PITA. There's sooo many red herrings. But I'll sort through it and make sure what i find are well referenced and confirmed to be of a certain age or written by a scholar/prominent figure (or they're Canonical/Deuterocanonical).

But yeah... my idea of revisiting the writs of Solomon by the researchers in the Library of London etc, is a moot point. Much more interesting more intact/complete books, tomes and grimoires that would have influenced these sets of fabricated (or not) works. This opens me up to so much amazing bits of work, paintings, instructions and such. So. Sorry. I'm an idiot.

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I hope you've enjoyed this post. Again, I'd love some comments. But they're hard for me to find i guess.

Yay, poor obscure me. I think I'll have to tighten my tags as well. But I'll still annoy Ghost The Band fans. Because i find it hilarious.

[theredcuyo]

I'm actually writting down a skephalo stardew valley au because i got serious brainrot after this much content

So, it's our diamond boy who gets the letters, and Skeppy moves out the city and all, but in the first days on the farm he notices a shadow running around late at night in the mess that the farm has become, that he's still cleaning

And then one night he comes back real late from a trip to the mines, and he meets face to face with the shadow, but it runs, and Skeppy goes after him until it enters the sewers and he doesn't have the key so whatever shall he do

They met a few more times during the year, and it's now in Skeppy's rutine to go to the sewer entrance and try talk to the guy, Even if he doesn't get an answer, he also starts to just leave stuff here for him

Then one particular day Skeppy's just, feeling bad and kinda rants out to him

And he's not expecting an answer, there never is, but a voice, a little, shy voice answers him

And for the first time, they have an actual conversation and who would've guess becoming Friends with a sewer creature who sometimes stalks around your house is pretty fun

So, they start hanging out fr, and Skeppy gets the key to the sewers from Gunther

And they're just besties

And Skeppy also befriends Krobus who's currently Bad's roomate and because the little guy just kinda noticed whatever this two have going on he tells him about the certain something

And Skeppy searches for the weird guy in the beach and he gives it to Bad who has mixed feeling about it but ends up accepting

And they were roommates forever! :D

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Graphology interpretation for Vlad the Impaler

Disclaimer: If you're not very into pseudo-science and investigation techniques, consider this exercise just as something to have fun :)

The main search for this exercise comes from this letter, that includes his famous signature of "Vladislaus Dragulya".

Letters considered for this exercise: M, I, E, L, S, C, D, T, A, G, P

M (interpersonal relationships): With the wider first arch -a.k.a the first line- we find a proud person in need for recognizement. The Sharp traces show a shy but easily irritable personality. The over arched and unchained letter talks about the need for self-protection and dificulties to adapting.

I (atention and presition): With a soft, high pressure, indicates idealism, intuition, reverié tendences and objectivity to get those ideals to reality. The straight letter shows a fast, dynamic mind, tendence to isolation, independence and a strong will.

E (interaction with the context): Bold and written in diagonal shows rancour, lack of trust and arrogance.

L (intelect): The multiple crooks in this letter show a rebel spirit, cleverness, the search for protection (by themselves and others) and a tendence to masochism. A very high letter indicates idealism.

S (mind): A small twirl -the one below the cursive s- talks about honesty and a good disposition for a familiar environment.If the twirl is also very angled, indicates posesivity and greed -not material but in knowledge -.

C (affection): With a lot of angle at the moment of writting, indicates posesivity -again, lol -, rancor and the need for exclusivity from their beloved ones -baby needs a hug -. The clear, simplified letter talks about selfishness, roughness and overwhelming emotions.

D (creativity and hidden nature): Without a final trace it indicates shyness and a need for spirituality. A crushed oval talks about sharp cleverness but also, submission -to whom? -. And being written pressed to the left side show a methodical inteligence, lack of trust in others, melancholy and the constant supress of suffering.

T (will and vitality): A straight line with a curvy base talks about a firm hand to other but without unnecesary roughness, and the high cross talks about a serious and rebel personality that has ruling skills. It also shows a balance between what's earned and what is wanted, or if is wiser to step back or impose.

A (honesty): A closed circle talks about self reflexion and analysis, along with prudence and a very introvert speech. A crushed letter talks about a sensation of stress and exhaustion, and a very wide angle below talks about the need to protect themselves, rancor and issues to comunicate their true thoughts.

G (desire... yup, *that* desire): A small oval or circle talks about a person who's shy to express their needs and desires. An elongated angle refers to a high need for pleasure and lust, and the added angle indicates fear to disgusting intimate experiences -Vladut my boy are u okay? -a resentment for their own needs and anxiety.

P (material needs): Starting the letter with an obvious angle is an indicative for skills in comercial and material activities, and the typographic style shows a good educated mind, intelligence and good mental exercise.

[sidabro]

How do I get good at languages I'm 23 and only speak one and a half languages and lost most of my N4 Japanese anyways. Every dickbag ""polllygllllot"" langtuber with a gf of various East Asian ethnicity who he impressed by speaking her language fluently at a restaurant in her country while he was travel vlogging says that if you don't start your life being multilingual growing up then you're screwed. Basically any tips for actually sitting down and learning another language because being monolingual sucks so bad and I feel like I'm doomed to be stupid forever bc of it.

Sorry if this doesn't make sense.

It makes sence.. ak, im not sure if im good to ask this. Most of my languages ive studied were of pretty close relation to something i already knew (eg, polish is kiiiinda similar to lithuanian, and ukrainian is kiinda similar to polish; a lot carries over.. between slavic languages that is most true for mee..), my middle school attempt at japanese ended at learning to spell the wovels in katakana so i have no idea how much i could be reliable at learning something so far away from english.. but logically the same with extra step of learning of course the alphabets first of everything. probably.

The best type of advice I could give would be taking an A1 learner's book and sitting down and doing the jackass stupid children-themed fuckinty exercices! conjugate 20 types of verbs 70 of each type in all the times and all the persons. Conjugate every gender's every type of nouns in all of the cases singular plural etc. Its not fun, its exhausting and boring for most, but it drills.. and do this many times. i start with that always, and then you copy vocab.. Themed is best, even if its nonsence like school lessons and fruit and various sports and outdated technology. You can take your own vocab from online once you get the gist of writting down and copying..theres very many dictionaries that conjugate and case it for you.. For example- žvaigždė (žvaigžde, žvaigždę, žvaigždės (etc), žvaigždės, žvaigždžių, žvaigždėmis(etc)(or idfk *noun type nr1(as most nouns in all languages where they can be type 1 or 2 or 15 follow the same formula)- star. dainuoti (pas sng dainavau, fut sng dainuosiu(or again *verb type 7 once you figure the types out for yourself)) -song. vakar - yesterday, rytoj - tomorrow. šokti (future singular šoksiu, pas sng šokau) to dance.. su- with, ir-and... three times, at very least.. then you can build up basic sentences like "vakar šokau su žvaigždėmis, rytoj dainuosiu su arkliais ir drambliais" all on your own! Then epithets, superlatives and dimutives.. filler words.. all the other tiny nescesities like numbers, directions obv.. there is no fast easy way. im lucky i have a good memory and like to do these repetitive tasks of "make up a sentence using this verb these nouns and call this building bigger than the orange" and "describe your hobby and what shoes it needs" or "write a letter describing your family using this picture".. i sometimes make those tasks about my characters because im insane like that

I fully recomend silence, and to do this for an hour at least conciously, a few times a week if not everyday, at a set time and place that means Buzness (so not your bed) with effort. dont cheat yourself, thats it.. with concentration and dedication you can do anything. With sheer brute force and sitting down and learning. You dont have to be multilingual from youth, at all, just be open for things to not make sence or be 1:1 or even 1:5 to the language you know. Id recomend also to learn about the language, if possible.. its fun to do, personally.. read books/poetry(!) with a best translation by the aide, compare how the sentences work, how they weave.. in german the active verb always comes second in syntax, in latvian instead of "i have" it is said "for me is" always.. In hungarian there are no written pronouns, so they are "meant" inside the verb, so on.. that has been helpfull to me

I wish you look and good strenght, you too will one day impress a foreign girl by ordering in perfect old church slavyonic in the macdonalds ✌️ nothing is lost

[3gglady]

sometimes you say things that really make me want to keep you in a big empty white room where i expose you to different stimuli to see how you'd react. perhaps i would bring you to a room where i'd place different items around to gauge your creativity and how your mind works. or maybe i would hook you up to various machines and have you perform simple tasks. you just feel like someone i would have a lot of fun testing various experiments on. why are you reading ao3 on a nintendo 3DS of all things?

This message was so threatening to me. Thank you.

Why I use my DS for my daily fanfic reading:

- clear big letters

- can scroll with my ds pen or the little track they have

- small and can fit in my pocket

- has a ‘3D’ option that makes the browser wonky

- can close the DS dramatically when I got embarrassed at fluffy writting

- can switch between Ao3 and Fire emblem easily

It’s the best way to read Ao3. I write my fics on my phone but I read them on the old 3DS. Sometimes on my 3DS XL if I’m feeling like a bigger screen.

[joyboyish]

luffy bday hcs!

luffy started his journey on his 17th birthday, and saobadoby happends some time before his 18th birthday. its not clear how long it is but fans think luffys journey was around 4-6 months, so he never celebrated his birthday w them, so he didnt think they knew it anyways.. he usually forgets his birthday and they (assumably) didnt know so he didnt think much of it

so the day comes, and low and behold... luffy forgot.

ace told the strawhats when luffys birthday was during their time in alabasta though, and nami made a point to put it on the calendar in the girls dorm, since luffy only ever comes inside so robin will tell him and chopper a bedtime story (usopp and robin alternate)

about a month before his birthday, nami started her mission.

luffy does so much for them without even realizing, he deserves a good birthday!!

granted for as many issues hes solved hes probably started 3 more

she told everyone in advance to start getting gifts, as well as party decorations, so everytime they stopped at an island they could keep an eye out for him.

she puts sanji incharge of the food (obviously) and he decides to make the biggest cake possible, tons of different meat, ramen, onigiri, oden.. whatever you can name, he probably made it.

chopper and usopp were in charge of decorations. they got a piñata, streamers, balloons, etc... they wanted it to look as cool as possible

zoro was incharge of drinks, nami said he was allowed to bring as much sake as he wanted, as long as he got equally as much drinks that luffy likes

so when the day comes, the sunny is rested at an island usopp takes him around all day showing him around and have him trying new foods etc... he was having so much fun!!!

when the sun starts to set, usopp tells luffy that they should probably head back

luffy opens the door to the kitchen and then...

"SUPRISE!!"

it takes a while for luffy to register what happened, and he cant for the life of him figure out whats happening, so he pulls usopps arm and takes him aside to ask

"usopppp!!!" he whispers (fairly loudly at that) "what are we celebrating!! is it your birthday?"

at first usopp laughs... then he realizes he was serious...

after nami hit his head a few times they start to celebrate

zoro got luffy a card (lazy ass) he cares so much for luffy and his crew mates and doesnt know how to say it, so the card is fine. luffy doesnt mind either, he loves it in fact. the front was plain and just said happy birthday, but the inside... oh the inside. zoro and chopper drew the whole crew, its messy and doesnt look good at all, theres spilled ink everywhere despite it being drawn in crayon, and a small note at the bottom that says "thank you for being my best friend" he denies writting it but it still makes luffy ugly cry

nami decides to take 300,000 berries off his debt to her.. he was incredibly thankful. she also lets him pick which needle to follow next on her log pose

usopp got him some food and decorations for his beetles collection!!! he made tiny pieces of furniture for the beetles. luffy thinks its so funny

sanji made him food. but he promised to make all of his faves for the rest of the week

chopper gets luffy some new sandals and he even found a rare beetle on the island.

robin gets luffy books that give fun facts about beetles and frogs! she reads it to him bc he cant sit still since hes so excited 😭, when she gets to a fun fact he didnt know he grabs onto her and shakes her a bit, then runs to tell zoro

franky made a mini robot for his beetles to ride, and its literally the funniest thing ever

brook composes a new song about luffy called "the pirate king" :')

jinbei gave him a gift ace gave him a while ago, it was something minor like a letter, jinbei tells him that luffy would take care of it better than he would and luffy frames it in the kitchen

after that luffy says he to have a sleepover with everyone, they usually only have one sleepover a week but they made an exception

in the past luffy never enjoyed his bday, it was just another day to him after all.. but if all of his birthdays were going to be like this from now on? maybe its worth it

[blood-darkened-moon]

What is your view about the characterisation of the overall Ashford family? I think they are Scots in origin, since the majority of them are red-rehaired, and likely they made their fortune on the British Empire. I have the impression that all of them had Ph.D. and were scientist, which is a rarity among European nobility.

Omg, what have you gotten me into? Don’t get me wrong, doing all the research was fun, but there is so much stuff I cloud write about here, so much stuff. Every time I thought I could see an end, new points popped up, and I had to keep it going. This is long. I hope you don’t mind. Anyway, I tried to limit this answer to speculations and useful information without drifting too much into headcanon territory.

Surname

The surname Ashford was first found in Cornwall and Devon in southern England. Later a branch of the family migrated eastward to Kent, where a town with the name Ashford can be found. There are seven places in total with the name Ashford in the UK. The surname Ashford originates from a place called Ayshford, which was located in Cornwall. Many Cornish surnames appear to be topographic surnames, which were given to people who resided near physical features such as hills, streams, churches, or types of trees. They are also characterized by a multitude of spelling variations. “Ashford” was also derived from the Old English words aesc and ford which meant a ford where ash trees grew.

Surnames became common during medieval times. English people were formerly known only by a single name. During medieval times the spelling of surnames was rarely consistent. Names were recorded as they sounded rather than adhering to any specific spelling rules. It wasn’t unusual that the same person was referred to with different spellings of their surname. Spelling variations of Ashford include Aishford, Ayshford, Aysford, Asford, Asseford, and many more.

Peerage

In the UK, five peerages or peerage divisions co-exist, the Peerage of England (titles created by the kings and queens of England before the Acts of Union in 1707), the Peerage of Scotland (titles created by the kings and queens of Scotland before 1707), the Peerage of Great Britain (titles created for the Kingdom of Great Britain between 1707 and 1801), the Peerage of Ireland (titles created for the Kingdom of Ireland before the Acts of Union in 1801, and some titles created later) and the Peerage of the United Kingdom (most titles created since 1801 to the present).

The peerages in the United Kingdom include both hereditary and lifetime peers. The latter ones form now the majority. The titles comprised in the peer system are duke/duchess, marquess/marchioness, earl/countess, viscount/viscountess, and baron/baroness, with duke being the highest and baron the lowest rank. Peers can hold more than one hereditary title by virtue of different peerages.

The title earl is equivalent to count. The difference is that “earl” is only used for counts in the UK, while “count” is used for the same rank in other countries. A female form of earl does not exist. Thus, “countess” is used as a word for both a female count and a female earl.

Peerages are created by the British monarch by either writs of summons or letters patents. The Government in the United Kingdom makes recommendations concerning who should be elevated to the peerage after external vetting by the House of Lords Appointments Commission. The initiative to award a peerage, baronetcy, or knighthood today comes from the British Prime Minister.

Typically, the title is only inherited by the direct male line and is lost if the peer has no sons. In certain peerages in the peerage of Scotland and in exceptional cases, the titles can be transferred to daughters if there isn’t a male offspring available. Other descendants can be specified in the letters patent by a special remainder. Letters patents are not absolute; they may be amended or revoked by an Act of Parliament.

Family members of British peers aren’t peers themselves. They count as commoners until they receive a title, for example, through inheritance. Though, the children have courtesy titles. The eldest son of an earl, for example, receives the courtesy title viscount, and daughters receive the title lady.

English, Irish, or British (but not Scottish) peerage can only be inherited by a legitimate born child (parents are married at the time of its birth) and not legitimated by a later marriage.

Only 18 (2.2%) of 758 hereditary peers by succession were female as of 1992. A female peer, in their own right, keeps her title after marriage. Her husband does not receive a title by marrying her. If he has a higher-ranking title, she bears both titles. The higher-ranking one is mentioned first. Her title is inherited by her eldest son or daughter if she doesn’t have sons.

Notes:

Veronica was a countess. I haven’t found cases of women receiving titles on their own during the 19th century and a few 100 years prior. (I’m not saying they don’t exist, but I haven’t found anything similar.) I only found cases of women inheriting existing titles due to the absence of male children.

Veronica’s female descendants can probably inherit the title if they don't have brothers.

Alfred and Alexia weren’t born legitimate since Alexander wasn’t married. Alfred shouldn’t have inherited the title. Maybe Alexander requested a change in the letters patent, or Alexander married the surrogate mother and got a divorce after the twins were born, or this rule doesn’t exist in the RE universe.

Harman addresses Alfred and the other Ashfords incorrectly in his letters. He wrote Sir Alfred and used Sir for the others too. Sir is used for the gentry. The correct way to address Alfred is My Lord or Dear Lord Alfred. Only in the file Butler's Letter, he addresses Alexander correctly as Lord Alexander.

Timeline for reference (calculation can be found here):

Minimum estimation/Maximum estimation [Time as the head of the Ashford family] official and unofficial estimated dates

Alexia: January 1971 – December 1998 Age: 27 Alfred: January 1971 – December 1998 [1983 – 1998] Age: 27 Alexander: 1938/1943 – (March/April 1983) or December 1998 [1968 – 1983] Age: 40/45 or 55/60 Edward: 1910/1915 – July 1968 [1958/63 – 1968] Age: 53/58 Arthur: 1875/1885 – 1958/63 [1910/1925 – 1958/63] Age: 73/88 Thomas: 1875/1885 – 1910/1925 [1900/1905 – 1910/1925] Age: 35/40 Stanley: 1840/1855 – 1900/1905 [1875/1885 – 1900/1905] Age: 50/65 Veronica: 1805/1825 – 1875/1885 [1830/1850 – 1875/1885] Age: 60/80

Veronica

As I already said in the Veronica post, I dislike the background information from DC about her because it makes no sense and raises more questions than it answers. Therefore, I will ignore the part about her being a child prodigy (let’s say Leon made this up too). As for the rest, that’s ok, and I tried to integrate it. However, good looks and charming people with your manner of speaking won’t give you titles. I tried to find out what Veronica possibly could have done to receive hers without much success. Well, human nature never changes, so I guess the answer is the same as it would be today: lots of money and powerful friends in high positions. Money is always the best option to bend existing rules. Now have some, hopefully historically less inaccurate, speculations: Women during the Victorian Era and before didn’t have many options for what to do in their lives. They were mostly limited to being a housewife and mother, plus a few other career choices that would never explain Veronica’s success. Apparently, Veronica got her title in her mid-20 or so. She was definitely young, judging by the portrait. Starting at the bottom is unlikely since it would consume too much time. She must have had a lucky start. I assume she was born into a wealthy family, probably of commoners, since she is considered the founder of the Ashford family. If she was born into a noble family, even a low-ranking one, I assume, they would be at least worth mentioning. And based on the origin of the name, I think her side of the family originated from England rather than Scotland. Maybe her father profited from industrialization or had a trading business. Trading with the colonies or sovereign Asian countries was lucrative back then.

Veronica was probably the only (living) child of her parents. Because of that, they were either unusually supportive, or they died early (when Veronica was about 16-18). I prefer the second possibility. It would also offer a way to escape her fate. Veronica must have been highly intelligent and received a good education. However, not to the extent DC described. Why should her parents send her to a university (assuming this is even possible) when she’s just going to become some rich dude’s wife and a mother? Realistically this would be what her parents expected of her during that time. With her parents gone, she was free to do what she wanted. Inheriting her family’s fortune and her father’s company is a good starting point and a plausible way to make even more money. Maybe she had innovative ideas, took the right risks, and was able to multiply the profit immensely within a few years. Meanwhile, she used her economic power to make friends in high positions and gain more political influence.

Linguistic skills are certainly helpful for manipulating people and in the trading business. She could have been one of those people who could sell you sand in the desert. And when you make your money by trading with other countries, speaking the local languages is an advantage. It makes you more independent since you don’t need an interpreter, and direct interactions could make trading easier. (It is possible that she spoke other languages as a ten-year-old child, but only a few and probably not that fluent.)

I don’t think Veronica was a scientist, nor that she graduated from a university. Before she became a countess, she must have put a lot of work into her business and building relationships. There was no time to study. And afterward, why should she go back to learning? She was successful without a degree. There is no reason to get one. Plus, her position, especially since she was a woman, must have been very fragile. “Friends” wouldn’t have hesitated to backstab her if she would have shown any signs of weakness. She must have been ready to defend her position and do what was necessary. What I can see, however, is that after she retired, Veronica became a hobby scientist and attended lectures at a university. According to DC, she was interested in mathematics and biology. Owning a trading business would be an easy way to get her hands on exotic plants and animals from around the world. It is also possible that she invested a good amount of money into a university. And maybe she was rewarded with an honorary title for her commitment.

Personality-wise, Veronica must have been very ambitious, even hungry for power. I also think she was manipulative and ruthless since otherwise, she wouldn’t stand a chance in a world that could turn against her in a second. Thus, Alexia and Veronica seem to have similar personalities, which makes sense.

It looks like her husband took her family name. Unusual, but it is possible that he wanted to upgrade his status. Therefore, I think she married after becoming a countess, and her husband stood below her. He could have been a wealthy commoner like her or a younger son from a lower-ranking noble family. Maybe he even was a scientist and from Scotland. Her son had red hair. It is likely that it came from his side of the family. I know she must have carried the gene too, but her hair was either natural brown or blond and dyed brown for the portrait. Henna became popular in Europe only in the late 19th century. But people used an extract of onion skin or chestnut leaves to dye their hair brown before that.

Stanley, Thomas and Arthur

I don’t have much to say about them. There is no information given except that they exist. They all seemed to be successful in what they were doing, but they did not achieve anything outstanding. Stanley and Thomas were the eldest sons. I think it was expected of them to continue the family business. Though times change, and I don’t know how long it went on. Maybe they sold it at one point and invested in something else, or at the latest, WW1 put an end to it. As with Veronica, I think it is more likely that they were businessmen rather than scientists. Stanley had enough time to visit and graduate from a university. I’m not so sure about Thomas. I think he began his studies, but if he finished them is another question. He was young when his father died, in his early 20s. Stanley wasn’t that old at the time of death. Maybe he was sick, or it was an accident. I assume Thomas had other more important duties for the time being and suspended his studies for a while or later decided he was doing well without a degree. And we shouldn’t forget he died relatively young. Based on my reconstructed timeline, his death (between 1910 and 1925) may be somehow related to WW1 (1914-1918). Though I don’t think he was a soldier nor that he died on the battlefield. In case he had a family, maybe they died along with him.

As for Arthur, as the younger twin, becoming the head of the family was probably unexpected. He was in his late 30s and must have already established his own career. Without many obligations regarding his family’s business, he was free to choose a job to his liking so he could have been a graduate scientist. It appeared to be ok for him that his son became a virologist. As a scientist himself, he may have had a better understanding of Edward’s passion.

Edward and Alexander

Edward was apparently a very passionate scientist. He even went to Africa for research when he was already in his 50s instead of settling into a desk job. It appears a bit weird to me that Edward was the most notable member of the Ashford family after Veronica. Besides the foundation of Umbrella and possible academic awards, he hasn’t achieved anything we know. Ok, the foundation of Umbrella was a huge success, but Edward died in the same year and pretty much had nothing from it.

I already wrote several things about Alexander. Right now, I can’t think of anything new. So I will just link the other posts here. Alexander’s personality Alexander’s relationship with Edward Alfred and Alexia’s backstory and how Alexander treated them

Ashford family – General notes

It is possible, even likely, that Veronica, Stanley, and Arthur had more children than the ones we know of since the family tree in the game only considered the family members that inherited the title. Other potential children were either female or younger male children or older male children who died at one point.

Rockfort Island belonged to the Ashford family before Umbrella started the construction of its facilities in the early 90s. The island is small and located in the South Pacific. It has no strategic value and probably no precious resources, and without a plane, it is hard to reach from the UK. I doubt that Veronica, Stanley, or Thomas acquired it. There is nothing they can do with a tiny piece of land at the other end of the world. Most likely, either Edward or Arthur, in his later years, purchased it somehow.

Forget what I said about Rockfort Island. @midori-laboratories (thank you again) has pointed out that this island could have been a coaling station for refueling HMS ships. Before the Panama Canal was opened in 1914, the routes around Cape Horn and through the Strait of Magellan were the shortest navigable waterways from Europe to the west coast of the American continent. An island as a place for refueling and stocking up supplies nearby would have been a valuable possession. So it was probably indeed Veronica who purchased Rockfort Island. I still think the Ashfords (we know of) didn’t live there or visited the island frequently before planes became publicly available. Therefore, Arthur or Edward would still be the first family members who could have spent more time in this place.

Research degrees, such as Doctor of Science and other higher doctorates, first appeared in the UK in the late 19th century. The Ph.D., like it is today, was introduced in 1917. Therefore, the first Ashford, who could have an actual Ph.D., is Edward.

Alfred and Alexia – Veronica Project

Ok, the whole cloning plot wasn’t thought through very well at the time, but I want to offer a reasonable explanation anyway. It’s almost ironic that the scientific progress in the last decades helped to make some sense of it.

I always doubted that Alfred and Alexia were monozygotic twins because they were genetically obviously different. I want to point out that Alexander never claimed this was the case. He just wrote twins. Of course, seeing them as monozygotic twins is one way to interpret the situation, but not the only one and certainly not the one that makes the most sense. I think Alfred was rather an early-stage experiment/prototype that never should have made it into the final stages or some kind of backup plan.

First, it is almost impossible that Alexia was the only Veronica clone Alexander had prepared. In scientific experiments, you never do things just once, and they work immediately. Creating a Veronica clone is a multi-step process. If you want to avoid going back to zero, if something goes wrong in the end, you prepare yourself. There are many things that could go wrong: the clone dies while it is still in a cellular stage, the surrogate mother has a miscarriage, the clone dies during or shortly after birth, the clone is sickly because of genetic defects, and so on. Alexander probably had at least 5 to 10 Veronica clones ready to go. Alexia was only one of them. And who says Alexia was the first one? She was the first successful one but maybe the second or third attempt. Who knows? Now, this does not only apply to the final product. Alexander would have needed lots of pretests and methods testing. He may have produced dozens and dozens of Veronica clones and “clone precursors” ranging from laboratory waste over ok, but not what he was looking for to suitable but unfinished clones.

Also, the more I’ve read about cloning, the less likely it appears to me that Alfred and Alexia were true Veronica clones. For cloning, you need an intact cell with a complete genome and an egg cell from a surrogate mother. The nucleus of the egg cell is removed, and the other cell is inserted. Then you need an electrical impulse to start the cell division. The latter part is partially described by Alexander. My problem is the first step: finding an intact cell with a complete genome in a mummified corpse. As I already said in another post, I doubt DNA can persevere well under these conditions. Maybe it is possible, but I think it is very, very unlikely.

There is another way to “clone” something. I got my inspiration from the cloning attempts of mammoths. One approach involves taking DNA from Asian elephants, cutting out genes, and replacing them with other genes to make the resulting animal more mammoth-like. Alexander could have used a similar approach. This would not only solve the problem described above, but it would also even tie the loose ends of the cloning plot together. After extracting as much DNA from Veronica’s corpse as possible, Alexander could have used his or Edward’s DNA as a base. Edward, who was still alive when the project started, would have been the better choice. He is more closely related to Veronica, and maybe scientific interests, virology specifically, have a genetic component. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if Alexander used his DNA, considering his slightly creepy attitude toward his ancestor. These clone hybrids are the closest thing to having children with Veronica he could get. In any case, everything Alexander had to do now would be cut out and replace the respective genes to create a Veronica/Edward (or Alexander) clone hybrid. The genetic difference between humans is less than 1%. Alexander doesn’t have to replace that many genes. And maybe the resulting hybrids were even more Veronica than Edward (or Alexander). DNA shearing must have existed in the RE universe in the 60s because this is how Alexander inserted the intelligence genes, right?

Alfred and Alexia being hybrids instead of true clones would explain the different hair colors. Veronica had brown hair, the twins had blonde hair. Veronica could have dyed hers brown, which is possible. But maybe the blond hair color originated from Alexander’s or Edward’s (if he was blond) DNA. The hybrid theory could also explain why Alfred is male. If the base DNA is taken from Alexander or Edward, the first attempts would only produce male clone hybrids. Alexander was so fascinated by Veronica. I think he wanted the final result to be as close as possible to her, which means a female clone would be preferable. So Alexander must have exchanged the Y for another X chromosome somehow. Although, keeping some male clones just in case the procedure doesn’t work as intended or causes problems would make sense. A male Veronica clone hybrid is still better than nothing. And he can use less valuable clones for testing purposes. Alexia having the intelligence gene while Alfred doesn’t can also be explained this way. I assume the insertion of this gene is the last step of gene editing. If Alexander had planned to use the male clones only as a backup or for testing, then that’s a step he may have skipped for (most of) them. After the gene editing, he can proceed as described above.

Anyway, I assume Alfred is the result of a flawed experimental setup. Alexander didn’t pay enough attention at one point, switched the storage vessel, and ended up with Alexia and Alfred in the same vessel, which led to using them both instead of only Alexia. It would even add an additional layer to Alexander seeing Alfred as a failure. This explanation works with one single mistake without hinging on an arrangement of spontaneous mutations, coincidences, and whatnot.

Overall, if Alexander already had access to modern or futuristic techniques (from our world) in the 1960s, then I honestly think the cloning plot isn’t even that farfetched. Of course, it’s still science fiction.

Notes:

CRISPR gene editing, which is most commonly used, was first published in 2012. The researchers Emmanuelle Charpentier and Jennifer Doudna, who work on this method, were awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry in 2020. There are similar methods, but they were also published after RE Code: Veronica came out.

Chromosome replacement therapy is a more recent approach to treating genetic diseases. The defective chromosome is removed and replaced with a healthy one. Y chromosomes can be replaced with X chromosomes with this technique.

Alfred and Alexia – General notes

I think Alfred didn’t study anything science-related, even if he may have been interested in it. No matter what he would achieve, Alexia would have towered over him with her achievements. Alfred never envied his sister’s intelligence, but constantly being compared to her must be tiresome. I think he either studied business administration or maybe history. At least medieval torture methods and war-related history fascinated him. He even brought an ultra-rare Wehrmacht tank.

Despite his fascination with war and the military, I doubt Alfred ever joined the British Army. He was in charge of the Antarctic base, Rockfort Island, and studied. When should he have done this? And then we have his mental state. No sane person would give this man a loaded gun, ever. It is possible that he tried and was declined, though. I think he got some training on Rockford Island along with the UBCS soldiers, at least he can fly a Harrier jet. Alfred must have brought the medals he wears on his uniform.

In the portrait puzzle, Alexia is called the true master of the family. I think this was Alfred’s personal addition to show his devotion to her. Since the title is only inherited by the male line, Alfred is the true hire. It doesn’t matter if he or Alexia was born first. Alexia could only become a countess if Alfred died. Harman never mentions her, either. And Alexia looks a bit older in her portrait than Alfred in his. Alfred, dressed as his sister, probably modeled for the painting.

It is strange that Alfred took control of the Antarctic base after Alexander disappeared and Alexia allegedly died. He was 12. But otherwise, Umbrella would have discovered Alexander and Alexia. It seems that Umbrella has lost interest in the facility after the incident with Alexia. So, it could be part of a deal. Alfred can have it, probably unofficially, until he turns 18, and in return, they build on Rockfort Island.

I don’t know what Alexia did to fake her death, but I assume it was something big, like an explosion or a massive fire that destroyed all or most of the labs. That’s the only way people wouldn’t get suspicious if they couldn’t find her body. Also, Alexia got rid of her research results this way. I think many researchers died during this incident too.

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Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

Daniels reach far beyond the remotest scope of possibility when crafting their multiverse. Rocks stare out over a canyon through googly eyes. People with hot dog fingers jizz ketchup and mustard from their fingertips. An everything bagel is the nexus of existential annihilation. Yet this goofiness is balanced with sincerity. The rocks contemplate the peacefulness of a static, contemplative existence, and there is poignancy when they overcome inertia to pursue or escape one another. The hot dog people find dexterity in their toes enough to conjure up Claire de lune as a gesture of love. Within these broad extremes are more understandable alternative possibilities, primarily used to send up various genres of action films. A rule set is swiftly established, our characters needing to commit improbable acts to jump into the skill sets of alternate personalities. It’s a fun gimmick, Michelle Yeoh slathering herself with hand sanitizer or blowing up someone’s nose to unlock kung fu, or guys dueling to take IRS trophies which look suspiciously like butt plugs up the ass. But they commit to the bit and every scene is a fountain of creativity, action and reaction unfolding in kinetic action scenes. But this is just a foundation for the usage of the multiverse.

I don’t want my love letters to cinema to be circle-jerky statutory pieces like Licorice Pizza or lazy nonsense like The Artist. I want them to be goofy, loving, earnest, and sincere, paired off with an immaculate eye for detail and a very particular technical style. The hotdog people are introduced in a brief but immaculate sendup of 2001: A Space Odyssey, and Evelyn’s movie star persona enters into a world envisioned by Wong Kar-wai, all neon light and blurry movement in the background. Who knew that Ke Huy Quan could look so fucking handsome in Tony Leung mode. Ang Lee’s Wuxia films inform much of the action, and there are perhaps even inflections of Todd Haynes’ soft focus in the hot dog lesbian scenes. This is The Matrix and Scott Pilgrim vs the World on club drugs, but still with an identity of its own. Hell, we even get some Wes Anderson meets Pixar action in the bizarre Beni Hana raccoon Ratatouille mashup. Here. For. It.

But there still has to be an emotional core to this whole piece. Daniels paint in broad strokes here, adopting the common trope of the family drama writ large in operatic strokes. The daughter wants to break away, her mother is in conflict with her, but learns to see herself in her offspring and recognize her autonomy.   They conflict with one another, and they find common ground.  There is an abrasiveness to everything, but also a deep abiding affection.  Nothing groundbreaking, but the movie is so cathartic in its editing and energy that I’m beaten into submission of loving it. It entertains but doesn’t fully enter into dialogue generational phobias about queer love, and similar racial microaggressions these immigrants face. Evelyn makes off-tone comments about her daughter’s girlfriend, and her auditor thinks that “her people” were supposed to be good at math. It’s all batted at but never really substantiated. All the same. This is fantasy, we want the broad beats. And lord knows the film had craft to spare.

THE RULES

SIP

Someone says ‘universe’ or ‘kung fu’.

The audit gets mentioned.

Evelyn verse-jumps.

Jobu Topaki outfit change.

BIG DRINK

Part intertitle.

Googly eyes in a scene.

A montage sequence starts to stretch on just a liiiittle bit too long.

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