#—; unclassified imagines

[saoirseyun]

CW :: SUI MENTIONS

—Imagine Dazai Osamu who's ecstatic to finally had found the perfect double suicide partner in you one day. Where he can die peacefully in love with—tangled fingers and wrists of entwined red string. Type of affair that's both meaningless and strangely impactful in a way where Dazai finds himself to love little by little more bits of you.

—Imagine Dazai Osamu who does just as that. Three days before the full moon reflect on soothing lake waters, he enjoyed the least of his limited time left to go on fluffy romanticism-touched dates and clichés with you. Speaking of movie nights, mini picnics, off the top of his head! To experience it all before death alongside someone Dazai thought he never would be able to find.

—Imagine Dazai Osamu who double takes to decide whether to pursue a selfless desire to end his own life. When he had gotten himself all of this in a matter span of days before the full moon. You who came into his life unsuspectingly and now Dazai broke his ankles falling for you and the whole version that is your being. To cherish life with, not ruin it.

—Imagine Dazai Osamu who then held back, unwilling to jump in and instead pulls you into his chest and attempt to share a kiss. Not one last, not one more... It was neither. It was just a simple kiss, Dazai didn't knew what it meant but how that felt so damn good—he can't urge himself to pull back now.

—Imagine Dazai Osamu who, finally, with caught forgotten breaths, lets go of your self and frantic for air to enter his lungs.

"...I could've suffocated to death." Dazai mumbles. A drawled moment to silence in the surrounding. "Let's make that our new method of double suicide!" Dry both lungs emptied in a mere kiss... What was he thinking, that can't be possible.

...But it was, in fact, possible.

[sstefsstuff]

Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers x Jude St Francis

I interpreted this piece in a very general way but also in a very specific way. Jude seems to refuse any kind of help but at the same time, when he feels understood, he would like to ask the other person to help him so much. for example, when Jude was ill and Willem had to leave, he really wanted to ask him to stay and be by his side but he couldn't and so he let him go, remaining silent. the problem is that the silence tormented him and he needed to vent somehow, not being able to talk to someone his only remedy was Willem's presence, his only presence that comforted him. Not having Willem, he was forced to vent on himself constantly

Jude felt understood and known (despite Willem knowing little about his past) only with him but he would never have had the "arrogance" to ask Willem to be something, to become something, because he thinks he only deserves what is negative because his life goes on in this way, while Willem was one of the sides he loved and would never want to "stain" Willem

Jude felt overwhelmed by their relationship and fought against every avoidant mechanism within himself, because he was afraid to talk about himself with Willem but at the same time he didn't want to lose him and he was afraid that he would lose him anyway, because he knew that if he had not spoken to him, Willem would probably have distanced himself from him, but at the same time he was afraid that by speaking to him, Willem would have run away. all this contrast is punctuated by "who am I to ask for more, more more?" because he always thought he deserved only negative things, he never understood why Willem cared so much about taking care of him and I'm sure that until the last moment he thought he didn't deserve a crumb of the love and care that Willem had towards him

Jude was afraid that Willem would leave him and was sure that he wouldn't stay with him, that once he knew his past and "what he was", Willem would run away in disgust. this didn't happen because Willem remained next to him until the end, and it was precisely in the last moments that Jude began to trust him completely and understand that Willem wouldn't leave. he listened to everything Jude went through, staying close to him, holding him when Jude woke him up at night, until the morning, staying close to him and helping him every time he was sick, reminding him who he was and remembering who that person was who loved him so much. I think one of the most intimate moments between them is the moment when Willem asks him to move away from the others and dance together. their relationship cannot be classified as a "relationship" because it is much more, it is something abstract. Willem and Jude have always been best friends but at that moment they were neither boyfriends nor friends, they were two linked souls and in that moment one perceives that their relationship is unclassifiable, it is abstract, inexplicable, unwritten

the last chapter of a little life completely destroyed me but i imagined this part of the song as a farewell from jude to all the people he loved. Know It's for the Better is Jude's last love letter to Harold, who made him the son of something and the son of someone, who made him feel like a child loved and not rejected for the first time, when he hugged him while Jude tried in every way to make him hate him and failed, because Harold loves him. know it's for the better is for Ana, who tried in every way to make him understand that he must open up to the people he loves and not have to keep everything inside, that he must have a better life. know it's for the better is for Willem, that he would have liked to see him happy when he was alive but also after his death, he would have liked to see Jude move forward with his life and find happiness around him, but it is also for Willem that he would have suffered so much seeing him be like this bad and Jude would only like to tell him that he couldn't live that tormented life anymore and he did it "for the better". Know It's for the Better is also dedicated to himself, for Jude, because now he can experience the peace he has sought all his life.

Jude is “know it's for the better” for the readers who have listened deeply to his whole story and kept it inside themselves, it is for the people who suffer inside, for the people who cannot find peace, for the people who cannot feel loved.

[best-non-english-word-torunament]

Why are languages similar to each other?

Let's talk about the way languages are connected to each other!

First, the obvious one...

Language families!

Languages with a common origin form a language family. Language evolves and changes over time, so populations speaking the same language in different places will over hundreds of years form different languages since they evolve in different ways. Now imagine one of those daughter languages splitting again and again... Soon there's a whole family of related but mutually unintelligible languages!

So, are all language families big? And how many are there?

We have two giants with over a thousand languages each: Atlantic-Congo languages and Austronesian languages. Some families have a couple hundred languages, like the famous prototypical examle Indo-European languages. Most families have lots fewer though, only a sixth of all 237 language families contain more than ten languages.

Some languages don't have any relatives and they're called isolates. At present, 184 languages count as isolates, among them Basque and Sandawe.

Some languages are unclassified, as there's too little data to draw conclusions. Family membership is based on comparing cognates, words that have the same origin and whose sound changes can be reconstructed back to the origin (like English 'two', Swedish 'två' and German 'zwei'). It's also common for close relatives to have similar grammar or other features. An example is that Austronesian languages often have fewer consonants.

Language contact!

Two languages meet. What happens? Loans, probably.

Languages borrow things from each other all the time. Words, sounds, grammatical structures and features (like prefixes or suffixes), changing the meaning of something, literally translating words and making up words in the style of another language are all things that happen. Fun loan word facts might be its own post as there's a lot to say about them, for now I only need to establish the fact that language contact probably leads to borrowing stuff and that you can borrow more than words.

Did you know that English didn't have the sound v until it borrowed too many French words with v? Before that, v wasn't recognised as its own sound, just a variant of f that happened sometimes. That's why knives are a thing. Knifes.

There are more levels of similarity due to contact! In areas where languages from different families or different branches from the same family meet and mingle for a long time, they might evolve to become more similar and share some features that might be uncommon globally or uncommon among closer relatives in other areas. These unrelated (or not very closely related) languages share some features, like certain scounds and grammar things. This is called a Sprachbund with a German word. It's possible to say 'linguistic area' or something like that, but it's not as well established and in my opinion sounds worse.

Certain features of a language can also be common in some areas, but not in others. One example is tone; it's very common in sub-saharan Africa and southeastern Asia, but only exists sporadically in other parts of the world. Why? Related languages tend to share features, but language contact definitely plays a role, as unrelated languages have tone. It's language contact!

The point is: Languages that have lots of contact might be similar because of that. Languages are usually influenced both by family origin and by the languages they come into contact with, which makes things interesting.

Onto the last thing I wanted to discuss:

Contact languages!

These arise when speakers of vastly different languages meet and have to communicate, but there isn't a lingua franca. There are two major reasons why this happens: either for commerce or because of slavery or other colonialistic practices.

Anyways, they're pretty interesting! The first kind of contact language that forms is called a pidgin. Its vocabulary is limited and the grammar is simple. There are no native speakers and you can only use it in a few domains (like being able to talk about commerce but not politics).

Now, imagine a community of people speaking this pidgin, made by improvising until something sticks. There are words and a little bit of grammar. Over time it will get a bit more complex, but still no native speakers. Then some of them form families and have children, who grow up speaking the pidgin.

And this is where the magic happens: children have an amazing ability to invent language by making generalisations and improvise until they can speak about anything. There are examples of children deprived of language coming up with entire languages if left alone (like the Deaf school in Nicaragua which tried to teach lip reading and not sign language, but the children came up with a sign language on their own that they started teaching instead). Children will fill in the gaps in the pidgin and give it a more complex structure.

After some time of this the pidgin turns into a creole. The line between them is blurry and unclear, but a creole is a fully realised language that you can speak about anything in, just like all other languages. It also has native speakers.

There's a common way pidgins and creoles are structured: usually one language is used as the base for words, but they're changed and reanalysed to mean something else. This language has often been the colonial power's language: there are a number of English and French based creoles for example.

The grammar on the other hand is usually taken from the other language(s). In the slavery cases, slaves were often taken from many different ethnic groups that might speak similar but mutually unintelligeble languages, or just very different languages, which means that those creoles draw on features from many languages. Of course, words can be based on any of the involved languages, but it's common that one makes up an overwhelming majority. The creoles are still unintelligible for speakers of the language it's based on.

This was all for now! Languages interact with each other in interesting ways and similarities can have many reasons.

[justforbooks]

Stranger than Fiction: Lives of the Twentieth-Century Novel review

Edwin Frank’s finely judged survey of modern fiction from Dostoevsky to Sebald will have you reaching for novels you hadn’t thought about in years

Edwin Frank vows in his introduction to this book to try to do for the fiction of the last century what the critic Alex Ross’s landmark book The Rest Is Noise did for its music. He is as good as his word. This is the most engaging imagining of the progress of the 20th-century novel you will read. Frank brings serious erudition to the task – in his day job he is editorial director of New York Review Books and has for 25 years edited its eclectic classics series which breathes new life into half-forgotten or out-of-print treasures. Though he has a fine critical judgment, Frank writes as an enthusiast at least as much as an academic, trusting his taste, always alive to the stories he is telling and the arguments he makes.

His method is broadly chronological, offering the reader a “long” 20th century, beginning with Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground (1864) and concluding with WG Sebald’s Austerlitz (2001). The choice of those two particular bookends to his study of 30-odd examples of the modern novel gives some idea of the emphasis of the project and the interests of the author. He is drawn to books that challenge the form itself in different ways, those that self-consciously or otherwise disrupt the more stately certainties of the great 19th-century novels. “The writers of the 20th century are ambushed by history,” Frank writes. “They exist in a world where the dynamic balance between self and society that the 19th-century novel sought to maintain can no longer be maintained, even as fiction.”

If Dostoevsky’s “unclassifiable” book – the structure of which resembles “nothing so much as a swept-up heap of broken glass” – set the pattern of that new relationship, Frank’s subsequent inquiries celebrate how the novel form became the place where changing ideas of fictional consciousness were tried out for size – from Gertrude Stein’s adventures with character as language in Three Lives to VS Naipaul’s restless examinations of post-colonial identity in The Enigma of Arrival.

Frank sometimes uses unlikely pairs of books to illustrate the ways very different writers responded to similar contemporary pressures – placing distinct confessionals such as Colette’s Claudine at School and Rudyard Kipling’s Kim alongside each other, for example, or finding the parallels between discrete experiments like Italo Svevo’s Confessions of Zeno and Jean Rhys’s Good Morning, Midnight. In other chapters, he focuses on individual novels: Mrs Dalloway – Virginia Woolf’s riposte to the “vulgarities” of Ulysses – or Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, the magic of whose realism, he suggests, in part lay in the fact that it was living proof of “the triumphant march of the 20th-century novel across the whole world”.

Frank follows the threads of that literary colonisation which advanced as empires themselves were retreating. His attention ranges far and wide, to Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, and Anna Banti’s Artemisia (there are only four American writers who make headline acts: Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, Vladimir Nabokov and Ralph Ellison). As a critic, he is not seduced by labels – isms get short shrift. He champions the 20th-century novel as the ultimate hybrid “misbegotten” form, existing somewhere between memoir and history and myth and gives a thumbs up to poet Randall Jarrell’s catch-all description: “A novel is a prose narrative of a certain length with something wrong with it.”

If the writers share a fatal flaw, he suggests, it is a belief that the novel “matters immensely” and is undone by that fact. “To read them,” he writes, “is to catch them in the act of thinking about the novel in the midst of writing a novel… they write both as novelist and as critic writing over the novelist’s shoulder.” That schism, he argues, was rendered by the Great War and its effect on the European imagination, a fact articulated in the triumvirate of novels – Ulysses, In Search of Lost Time, and The Magic Mountain – that were conceived or begun before 1914 and entirely altered by what followed.

Frank’s great gift lies in vividly bringing to life the books themselves and the specific time and place of the individuals who created them. There can be no better proof of his engagement than that it had me, chapter by chapter, tracking down books that I hadn’t looked at for years – Hemingway’s In Our Time stories, for example, or HG Wells’s The Island of Doctor Moreau – and rereading them through his eyes, before rejoining him on his quest.

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[ensi-undertale]

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My name's Ensi, I'm from the UK, in my mid-20s, and apparently spend my free time writing convoluted Undertale whump. I'm disability and LGBT friendly, also being disabled and bi myself... so feel free to include these topics in asks. On that note, I love to get asks and am really open to sharing more of my lore with you via imagines and headcanon type asks

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Dead Man Walking - AO3 link - Mature - Multi AU

Great. You’re doing 30 years for a crime you didn’t commit, the prison guards are trying to kill you, and now your face graces TV sets across the country. It’s a good job you’ve made friends with some skeleton inmates… although some of them feel like a bigger threat than anything the prison can throw at you.

You have no idea how deep this goes.

But, he’ll make sure you find out. It’s his stage after all. He is the puppet-master, the puppet, the judge, the jury, and the executioner.

A fic featuring canon Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale, Swapfell Purple, Fellswap, Fellswap Gold.

Omnipotent - AO3 link - Mature - My own setting / AU 'Ubiquitale'

The underground is divided, gripped by an invisible war between Humans and Monsters. The Humans have turned to chemical warfare to silently, and violently, pick off the Monsters one-by-one.

Lieutenant Sans of the Royal Guard did his best to protect his younger brother. To teach him that no-one can be trusted, and that danger lurks around every corner. Too bad for Sans then, that Papyrus is a skeleton who wants better for the world.

This is, currently, a collection of one-shots / drabbles set in a world similar to FSG / some Swapfell settings, but where the Humans are actively engaging in one-sided, chemical warfare against the Monsters.

Worldbuilding

As DMW progresses, we can put things like friendship charts and reference sheets here.

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[transgenderer]

The Museum of Jurassic Technology at 9341 Venice Boulevard in the Palms district of Los Angeles, California, was founded by David Hildebrand Wilson and Diana Drake Wilson in 1988.[1][2] It calls itself "an educational institution dedicated to the advancement of knowledge and the public appreciation of the Lower Jurassic",[3] the relevance of the term "Lower Jurassic" to the museum's collections being left uncertain and unexplained.[4]Museum of Jurassic Technology, 9341 Venice Boulevard, Los Angeles, served by the Culver City, California, post officeRotten Luck: Decaying Dice of Ricky JayFairly Safely Venture: String Figures and their Venerable Collectors

The museum's collection includes a mixture of artistic, scientific, ethnographic, and historic items, as well as some unclassifiable exhibits; the diversity evokes the cabinets of curiosities that were the 16th-century predecessors of modern natural-history museums. The factual claims of many of the museum's exhibits strain credibility, provoking an array of interpretations.

The museum contains an unusual collection of exhibits and objects with varying and uncertain degrees of authenticity. The New York Times critic Edward Rothstein described it as a "museum about museums", "where the persistent question is: what kind of place is this?"[4] Smithsonian magazine called it "a witty, self-conscious homage to private museums of yore . . . when natural history was only barely charted by science, and museums were closer to Renaissance cabinets of curiosity."[2] In a similar vein, The Economist said the museum "captures a time chronicled in Richard Holmes's recent book The Age of Wonder, when science mingled with poetry in its pursuit of answers to life's mysterious questions."[7]

Lawrence Weschler's 1995 book, Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder: Pronged Ants, Horned Humans, Mice on Toast, And Other Marvels of Jurassic Technology, attempts to explain the mystery of the Museum of Jurassic Technology. Weschler deeply explores the museum through conversations with its founder, David Wilson, and through outside research on several exhibitions. His investigations into the history of certain exhibits led to varying results of authenticity; some exhibits seem to have been created by Wilson's imagination while other exhibits might be suitable for display in a natural history museum. The Museum of Jurassic Technology at its heart, according to Wilson, is "a museum interested in presenting phenomena that other natural history museums are unwilling to present."[8]

The museum's introductory slideshow recounts that "In its original sense, the term, 'museum' meant 'a spot dedicated to the Muses, a place where man's mind could attain a mood of aloofness above everyday affairs'". In this spirit, the dimly lit atmosphere, wood and glass vitrines, and labyrinthine floorplan lead visitors through an eclectic range of exhibits on art, natural history, history of science, philosophy, and anthropology, with a special focus on the history of museums and the variety of paths to knowledge. The museum attracts approximately 25,000 visitors per year.[9]

fuck this is awesome? is it possible this is the coolest museum in LA? or am i just high. does this suck?

[bigfootbeat]

Bigfoot and Abandoned Houses

Bigfoot and abandoned houses mix mystery and legend to create a more engaging story. The possibility of Bigfoot appearing in abandoned houses adds mystery to both phenomena, combining the frightening desolation of abandoned buildings with a fabled species. These sightings inspire stories of the unknown and a hidden world. Distant woodlands and wilderness, where humans are few, have always been associated with Bigfoot. Over the years, sightings have occurred near or within abandoned houses. These collapsing houses at the edge of dense woodlands or in secluded regions appear like ideal refuges for a monster that avoids humans. Believers think abandoned dwellings shield from the elements, hide from inquisitive eyes, and connect to Bigfoot's natural habitat. The idea of Bigfoot hiding in an abandoned house engenders a tumultuous atmosphere of mystery, causing a blurring of myth and truth.

Abandoned homes are unnerving. They symbolize a world abandoned where time seems to stop and the past lingers. The crumbling walls and vacant apartments evoke a sense of loneliness, as if their former residents are haunting them. When Bigfoot appears, these locations become even stranger. Imagine a huge, hairy beast peeping through a shattered window or slithering through the shadows of a crumbling frame. Such myths continue because they combine two powerful emblems of the unknown, creating an exotic yet strangely possible story. Due to the lack of physical evidence for Bigfoot, skeptics generally dismiss these encounters as exaggerations or fabrications. The conditions of abandoned properties make them suitable for such claims. These spooky structures are usually in rural regions with few witnesses, evoking strong emotions and vivid imaginations. Given Bigfoot's cultural interest, a shadow passing through a cracked doorway or a strange noise echoing through an empty hallway can be considered remarkable. Bigfoot and abandoned houses fascinate believers. It shows that this critter, typically assumed to be wilderness-dwelling, may have a more nuanced connection with humans. Bigfoot may inhabit abandoned houses as a transitional area between civilization and wilderness. It raises anxieties and curiosity that something wild and untamed may be closer than we think, hiding in forgotten corners of our world. Unsettling stories accompany these sightings. Some report finding claw imprints on walls, enormous footsteps in the dust, or odd hair on jagged wood. Others report hearing low growls or heavy footsteps in abandoned house hallways at night. These stories, whether real or not, add to Bigfoot's legend and show that abandoned buildings can lead to the unknown. Bigfoot and abandoned dwellings symbolize human mystery. Both are places where imagination takes over and understanding fails. Bigfoot challenges our view of nature, proposing that unexplored and unclassified animals may exist. However, abandoned houses show us the vestiges of human life, making the past feel alive and the present uncertain. They weave a story that makes us think, question, and wonder. Though Bigfoot may occupy abandoned house rooms, the idea encapsulates our obsession with the unknown. It shows that we want to believe the world has mysteries and that life is different in some locations. Perhaps the presence of Bigfoot in abandoned houses is not just about a creature hiding from the modern world, but also about our attraction to unusual settings where mystery endures. These abandoned structures and fleeting glances evoke a sense of dread and wonder, serving as a constant reminder that the unknown awaits our exploration.

[play-rough]

So, I know you have a post on the ADA members' classifications, but have you ever thought about what the members of the PM's classifications are?

-🐈‍⬛ anon

A lot of them I hadn’t thought of so i reserve the right to change these later lol

Mori- neutral

Just a guy. I think there’s a level of ignorance there too because he’s a neutral. Littles being looked down upon (especially younger ones) is an older point of view, i imagine it was opinions the old boss had that have been instilled into Mori because I’m a sucker for generational trauma (i imagine the old boss would just casually be like “hm littles are disappointing aren’t they, not very useful” and he would think that was an appropriate dinner conversation)

Hirotsu- neutral

Neutral and also from that era where Littles tend to be looked down upon, however as an Old Man who still gets involved in physical fights i think he has learned to not judge anyone based off of anything other than skills

Akutagawa- Torn between alpha/little depending on what’s going on with atsushi, learning towards alpha especially if gin is little

Gin- little age 8-12

A bit of a late bloomer, she thought she was neutral for all her younger years, presented around 17? I don’t have the bsd timeline memorized but i think she would have presented after Dazai defected. Idk if that works out lmao skfkksksks i dont know her canon age off the top of my head so maybe she’s 45 idk idk. She usually regresses to a preteen age and enjoys mystery novels and ‘scary’ things like goosebumps. She has a stuffed tarantula named Legs

Tachihara- alpha

Loves helping out gin bc they’re best friends, she loves telling him what’s going on in her mystery novels and sometimes he reads them to her. The plot usually goes over his head but Gin is excited and that’s all he cares about. Horrified the first time he saw her spider.

Kajii- neutral, but there were rumors that he was little because he smelled so heavily of sweet citrus, turned out to be unrelated

Oda- alpha

There is an alternate universe where he’s Dazai’s caregiver instead of chuuya

Ango- neutral

Historically everyone in his family has been neutral

Higuchi- alpha (will sometimes babysit Gin with akutagawa, she’s a handful)

Verlaine- alpha

Not doing all the flags 😭

Q- unclassified, suspected neutral. Classifications usually present around puberty (anywhere from 11-17 depending on the person, sometimes you classify really early, sometimes late. Average is around 14)

Hopefully didn’t forget anyone lol

[askpinkietai]

Aw, man. I gotta document this one while it's still fresh. So I had this really elaborate dream about the woods behind my home growing up. Unlike real life, these had an elaborate cave system behind them. The first cave had an old mine, the second connected back to my basement and had an elaborate well and workshop built in, and the back room of that led into some secret warehouse area. And this leads into a huge underground facility that runs on imagination and is half theme park. And I've just led a bunch of school kids into it to run wild, while the facility goons are really pissed and trying to eliminate everyone. And as it goes, it turns out these aren't just a bunch of kids I grew up with, but the cast of a Saturday morning cartoon. And it just feels incredibly nostalgic seeing them all again, helping each of them escape down a particular maintenence corridor that leads back into the well/workshop area of my basement/cave system. As I go, though, I notice, like, there's a few characters who are missing. The cool but fat kid, the mean bully girl, and a few others. I kind of wake up in the dream? And ask my sister if she can remember what show on One Saturday Morning she can remember that was about these wacky schoolkids. Coz it wasn't Recess or Lloyd in Space or anything. It didn't have a TVTropes page, but we found its name. And apparently it was connected to a shared universe called the Crunchyverse. The principal from that series (who was a diminutive man with a big blond wig and clearly an alien in disguise) actually had his own separate series where he was actually a talking cat pretending to be an alien disguised as a principal. Wild concept, ahead of its time. And just as we're finding out the series' name (which ends up being something like Unclassified), I start to wake up for real. And as I do, I realise that the show never existed, and all the character designs I remembered were from other shows. The jerky kid Edgar was a less-punk recolour of Duncan from Total Drama Island. The cool fat kid was a blended combo of Total Drama's Owen and Mikey from Recess with sunglasses and a backwards hat. The mean girl Kelly was just Kelly from Bobby's World. There was a glasses girl named Marcia, she was probably from something too. And then I really woke up, had to check if there was a show I forgot on One Saturday Morning. Because it really felt so nostalgic, like something I actually watched. Like a cross between Recess and less-remembered show Detention, an elaborately weird school with a slightly older demographic than those shows, and a principal who was an alien in disguise (who was a talking cat in disguise on another program).

[sonicasura]

Oki, since I keep having idea pop into my brain thanks to the poke/Kaiju posts on here, imma contribute, so please bare with me TwT

While I don't have a full blown au that includes everyone from kn8, I do have a few ideas just BC I'm HYPER fixated on Soshiro AND Pokemon rn.

1. In this the Divisions work as Battle Facilities, specially Battle Towers, rather than being a part of the Elite 4.

2. The Divisions are still called on to handle threats, whether it's people or Pokemon, but they do generally have jobs outside the battle tower too.

3. Soshiro is a Battle Instructor, and while he is very good at his job, let the record show he's still a major troll and his classes are never what a person expects.

4. Soshiro believes in trainer and Pokemon sharing the work load with training, stronger the bond the better they'll battle together. However he enjoys tormenting his students, so if you lose too easily to him expect to run laps while being chased by his Pokemon.

5. Despite his harsh methods, Soshiro is still generally liked by those who train under him since he believes in fair rewards and respects those who show both improvement and determination.

6. While I don't know what his team would be, I firmly believe Kafka n Mina are from Kanto, and he has a Charizard as his first Pokemon and it is a lazy bastard tho and has no respect for its trainer(think like Ash's Charizard) As a result, his progression was halted hard and resulted in Kafka needing to get a job.

And that's all I got, thanks for letting me get that off my chest and into your head :3

I sorta imagine this being a timeline where the mutual relationship between people and Pokemon have become strained for the divisions to exist in such a state. Any normal jobs involving these creatures are under a watchful eye as now there's an unconscious fear about them causing harm. Plus it feels like it would also potentially lead to the timeline where Future Paradox Pokemon come from.

Oof not the lazy Charizard! I bet their pretty strong but since it refuses to listen to Kafka than any hopes of battling with them is an impossibility. (Soshiro would tell it to his face.) His job is definitely waste disposal involving Pokemon like Alolan Muk line since its closest to Monster Sweepers in a sense.

If Kafka ever goes monster in your AU, then a form based on Guzzlord would definitely do the trick to drag him into DF shenanigans. Ultra Beasts in general is pretty high on the important scale so an unclassified type or possible evolution to one of the more voracious ones will have everyone in a tizzy.

[mono-blogs-art]

WAIT THE STUFF FOR STARRY SESSION IS OUT??

well I mean this depends what you mean - the songs have been out for 2 years or so now LMAO just the concert itself was delayed until this weekend! as we know it was originally planned for spring of 2020, but delayed until NOW because of covid. it's a 2-day concert, and day 1 was today. obviously I'm not in Japan so I'm just watching the livestreams, I got a ticket for day 1 (and honestly it was so good I'm gonna get one for tomorrow too) and they performed the first half of the starry session draft songs today! so yes, that was today, archive livestream (ticket purchase) is available RIGHT NOW! they're using Zaiko this time and it was insanely easy to get a ticket, literally took me like 30 sec to register and buy and access the archive stream. it was so fucking good like I cannot recommend it enough, both audio and camerawork was surprisingly great for an unedited livestream (bandori shaking in its boots)

for those curious what the content was for day 1, here's the setlist under a spoiler tag :^) <3

Starry Session revival - Day 1 Setlist

Hoshi no Dialogue Opening MC + Member introductions

Yoroshiku Kukugumi

Lesson na Week!!

Junjou Unclassified

Starlight Theater MC 1 - from here on the Starry Session Medley part starts!

Hanasaka Uta (Mahiru & Karen Version)

Jōnetsu no Mezameru Toki (Hikari & Kaoruko Version)

Ittōsei no Procyon (Karen, Nana, Claudine & Maya Version)

Hokori to Ogori (Futaba & Kaoruko Version)

Fancy You (Maya & Claudine Version)

Re:Create (Junna Version)

Koi wa Taiyō ~CIRCUS!~ (Hikari & Maya Version)

Zeus no Chūsai (Futaba, Karen & Junna Version) (end of Starry Session Medley part)

Watashitachi wa mou Butai no Ue MC 2 + band member introductions

Star Diamond

Circle of the Revue MC 3 (Moyo sweating buckets)

Discovery!

Star Divine MC 4 (lots of talk about food)

Star Parade (end of official part) (really beautiful throwback video to all previous live concerts) Encore:

Negai wa Hikari ni Natte MC 5

Polestar Announcements + Member goodbyes

Butai Shōjo Kokoroe Ending MC

.

My personal highlights: Junjou Unclassified (literally INSANE!), Hokori to Ogori (AYASA WTF...), Star Parade (in widescreen + song lyrics on screen!!), Watashitachi wa Mou Butai no Ue (they sang it while walking through the audience and everyone was goofing around and having so much fun, it was so so sweet).

Shoutout to the Mayakuro girlies who lost their absolute shit in the background when Aiai did a heart pose with Maho during Star Parade. I heard you girls scream and I can only imagine the atmosphere in that hall in that moment, I know MYKR nation is not sleeping right now. Lesbians activated etc

[saoirseyun]

-—· FIXED MASTERLIST

. . . Other than having to make ppl use the tags to find fics, I (finally) decided to make a proper masterlist for once lol. Mbbb

request info #unclassified oneshots • hcs • imagines • scenarios • fics • masterlists answered requests

re; guide. 1. oneshots are typically short & simple. / 2. headcanons are lists of personal characterization / 3. imagines are extremely short scenes. shorter than oneshots / 4. scenarios are sometimes mainly aus, but usually long and have more words. / 5. fics are works over 1k+ words and has a plotline.

re; second guide. works that aren't marked with "romance" is either originally intended to be purely platonic or it wasn't considered by me, the author, while writing. just to have some more diversity :]

𝟘𝟘 —=|| BSD. MULTI

FIGHT OR FLIGHT ft/ dazai, ranpo, chuuya, akutagawa, mori

𝟘𝟙 —=|| D. OSAMU

A piece of Dazai Osamu's love. -romance Dazai Osamu's bad habit. -romance Dazai Osamu as your roommate. -romance Imagine having Dazai Osamu... -crack & romance Relaxing w/ Dazai Osamu. -fluff Moving in w/ Dazai Osamu. -romance Spoiling Dazai Osamu w/ your love. -fluffy romance "THEY WERE STARS! I SAW THEM WITH MY OWN EYES" -platonic love/romantic love x sick! reader. -romance Dazai Osamu being a nuisance. -platonic x courtesan! reader. -romance beast!Dazai Osamu can't have you. -romance FIGURE IT OUT, MY BAD HABIT. -angst

SERIES

HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE PROLOGUE.

TAKE CARE - CHAPTER ONE.

𝟘𝟚 —=|| D. FYODOR

Lazy autumn morning w/ Fyodor Dostoevsky. -fluff Fyodor Dostoesvsky & stormy days of autumn. -romance Fyodor Dostoesvsky's obsession.

𝟘𝟛 —=|| N. CHUUYA

Cooking w/ Nakahara Chuuya. -fluff A recipe for love, made by Nakahara Chuuya. -fluffy romance IT'S ALL IN THE EYES ! -romantic fluff & humor Nakahara Chuuya goes a little too overboard with gifts. -romantic fluff & crack Sightseeing fireworks with Nakahara Chuuya. -romance Don't fall in love with Nakahara Chuuya just yet. -bittersweet romance

©2024 saoirseyun -— copying/plagiarism of my works is prohibited. cross-platform sharing (i.e repost on ao3/ff), and translations are fine only if I am credited properly and or I've gave you the permission.

[head---ache]

How did Amy and Blaze decide on who should be pregnant? Also, did they do with the pregnancy thing again with Tulip or did they just use the tube baby method like Sonic and Shadow did with Emmie?

The way it goes in my head is Blaze realizing how anxious the idea of taking care of a pregnant person makes her, like, she sees it as such a precious thing to protect and is scared to do something wrong, and so Amy suddenly gets super excited and goes like 'LET ME DO IT, I WANT TO TAKE CARE OF YOU' so yea, it went down to who was more ready to take care of the other nskdnsfk

I also imagine that during the first couple of months Amy would get a bit too overprotective, following Blaze around and constantly telling her to lay down and rest, or to let her do all the hard work bdjdjxanldns

As for Tulip, I'm still not sure! On one hand, I kind of like the idea of Emmie being the only tube baby, to me it makes that connection with Shadow a bit more special nskjslcksld but on the other hand, I don't think it would make that much sense for Tails to make a whole baby creating machine and then only use it once NSOJSICDIXJDK so yeah, I don't really know yet, for now Tulip is an unclassified baby/hj

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

tell me a story about truth lies and the United states

00043: GRIMES [A00005806] — STANAG 2500/213/00001/0001218/ENC, AFOUR, SIGNAL FUL-INTEROPERABILITY-TERR (INTEG)

TRANSMISSION FOLLOWS.

SSO: "Grimes"/"TARGET" "Grimes" VT. [Unclassified]

Thank you for the note, friend.

I am not sure what you think it means, that we did not "make a fuss" over the intrusion. Perhaps you expect us to react to the cease-and-desist the way the Department reacts to events. Do you? Can you imagine this?

The Department reacts to events the way a dam reacts to water. Sometimes there are protests, or breakdowns. Water does not stay back because we ask it to. A dam's protests and breakdowns are known as "leaks," and are not good. They are resolved when the Department gets its shit together.

And look, this is coming from me. How the Department actually works is a pile of dirty secrets. There are cables and cables, compartmented compartments, especially in the Research Wing. I can hardly believe you are still even in the Research Wing.

This has been interesting, talking to you. But also a bit silly. What we do here is, let me stress, not.

The Research Wing is just a government service. It is the pump of the dam. We make calculations, we record history, we observe, we get excited when someone in the Logical Subcommittee makes a breakthrough in the search for the falsifiable laws of reality. In exchange for which we are rewarded with a place to do the work we like, and someone else's money.

The Research Wing is a giant storage closet for . . . well, you have no idea what goes on around here. Let's just say there are some filing cabinets which contain things you would wish on your worst enemy.

We are a dull place, with a dull mission. People come and go here without any sense of purpose. They stay or leave for reasons no one can explain, or predict. There is no sense of foresight. It is as if time for us runs parallel with time for you. We were here before you and we will be here after you are gone.

They say there is no time here. I disagree. There is an ordinary kind of time which passes for all of us, and a different kind of time which passes for you, and you live on the other side, and are doing all this to us.

And yet.

You are in the Research Wing now. The dam is leaking again. So we leak. We leak, and the water pours forth, overflowing, and we leak, and the dam is overflowing, and this is the world you have made.

It is all here, laid out before you, in a long trail of evidence. We speak in many tongues, my friend, and yet our tongues all say the same thing.

Jenny, Jenny, what have you done? My fellow student, my friend, my rival, my sister.

You are the one who always asked questions, and we did not always like that. When we were in school, you tended to take our various experiments and treat them as lines of inquiry, and for once the baffled stares and sighs were in your direction, and we all held back our pride and said, "Let's try again. What are you really asking, Jenny?"

But now, now we are all asking the questions you asked, and we are screaming with rage at the things you said, and the things we knew, all the time. You, our friend, our sister, our prince and prince's wife, you who said that our science was, at best, looking for a needle in a haystack and at worst, a form of magic, you, who said, "No, I don't want to hide in the safety of my obscure little theorems while this fools' gold passes for real gold,"

EXPUNGED: friend/target

REDACTED: (in/from) the Events

you, you, you and your cocktail-party stories, your one unifying theory, the one idea that explained everything, you goddess of the arrogant and the pretentious, you Mary "Chicago" Sun-Lintner, you

You say, look at the facts. Well, here is the biggest fact of all: I know you. You are the kind of person who, when things go wrong, asks the questions that are right to ask. And you are the kind of person who asks all the right questions first. You are famous for doing this. So, yes, yes, OK, go ahead, ask your questions.

And then you go around to all the different thinkers in all the different academic disciplines who have something to say about your question, and you find out if they have their own answers already, and you find out their reasons for their answers, and you find out what assumptions they are based on, and you find out if any of them know what the others are saying, and whether they care, and then, when you have all that information, and your friends and colleagues are saying "OK, we really should probably start thinking about this, at some point"

And then you tell the world that you have an answer to the whole damn mess. And you will tell us how the Chicago police departments, and the Houston schools, and the mob families, and all the other hundreds of things we have been recording for you, are all interwoven in one big network of fact.

And you say you can do this on the basis of what, Jenny?

Your Chicago detectives, and your Chicago housewives, your Houston kids with their guns, and your Russian war criminals with their plans to make the New City a place of everlasting peace and prosperity? And your eyes, and the things you saw, and the way your heart went out to them?

Jenny, Jenny, shiny prince and princess, so many questions, you ask me questions now, so many questions, and you ask me if I believe this thing, this thing you heard. And I say no, Jenny, I don't believe it. But I don't know it isn't true. One of the many things I know is that you don't believe anything unless you have proved it.

Jenny, I don't know. I don't know what to do without you, Jenny. Let's find out.

Grimes

SSO: "Grimes" ["TARGET" Grimes] VT. // UNCLASSIFIED//

YOU: grimes (TARGET)

And, OK, but here I am. In the Research Wing, with a leak in the dam. Wave after wave of lies, coming to me from people who live in houses with tall windows and tall walls and tall gates, and outside them, oceans of lies, seas of lies, lakes of lies, rivers of lies.

And where are the water and the noise? Well, they are here. Here I am, listening to them. There is water here, and noise.

There is water everywhere, isn't there. It does not have to come in waves. It can pour forth uncontrolled, in a steady torrent, and in that way it is as if nothing is wrong. But something is very wrong, and there is no way I can forget it, or put it out of my mind, or suppress it.

And so here I am, with your information, at the Research Wing dam. And there is a leak. Here I am. We are in the space between the worlds, and there is a leak, and the water is rising.

So I will say a few things.

That is all it will take. People always ask me what I believe about your "theories." It is not a question I ever expected to get.

I never expected to have to answer. I never expected to get such a question, and it is a very good question. It is not one I ever thought I would need to answer, and yet, here I am.

I don't remember why it began. I just remember the words, and then the whole thing was there. And now there are thousands of pages of words, a lot of them mine.

What do I believe?

Well, I will say a few things.

* * *

The times are not synchronous, but people often use the word "time" to refer to the notion of an interval between two moments.

There is a moment which is not a moment, because it contains nothing.

In the thing

[tiwaztyrsfist]

Just, can you IMAGINE the excitement of the biologists who discovered and classified it though? Like, if you're a biologist and you study beetles, you are GOING to get to name a type of beetle. Because there are SO MANY BEETLES. It's just a thing you WILL get to do. But Vertabrates? And MAMMALS in PARTICULAR?!?! Finding a new unclassified mammal species is so rare. This is and will probably remain the high point of these guys careers for the rest of their lives.

obsessed with this sign i saw taped up outside the bat room at the zoo yesterday. the enthusiasm, the hand-written note, the bat drawing.

[shilohgreen]

@ballsinmyhand visited will:

Troy's going to order something for himself today. At this point he knows Will won't let the topic go, and so Troy already braced himself even before he picked Will up and took him into town. Earlier, he looked in the mirror in the bathroom before leaving the office. He made the fingerguns, pointed at his reflection, said a smooth "two blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon", and then crumpled with his forehead on the sink because Will would definitely think he was weird if he did it like that. They're sitting in the booth, waiting for the waitress to finish speaking with a family gathered a little further down. Troy's leaned up against his seat, watching comfortably as Will starts sorting through the contents of the briefcase Troy brought for him. There's nothing confidential-- all the sensitive papers have been slipped into their own separated, sealed envelope-- but the excited heat beneath his skin (I'll order today for sure!) tickles him all the same. "Hey," he says suddenly, leaning in some to fold his arms over the surface of the table. Will hasn't started working yet, so he doesn't feel the need to be quiet. Troy can't remember the last time he's felt this energetic, and he needs to let it out somehow. "I learned something the other day," he says. One hand comes up to support his own cheek. "Did you know dogs can't operate an MRI, but catscan?"

it is a fine line, encouraging troy and wanting to prod his confidence into bloom while also having such little tolerance for his level of energy. troy is kind, to the point that there is very little left of him but kindness. in his servitude of others, he has consumed himself.

will raises the diner mug to his lips, taking a sip and grimacing immediately at the taste, but forcing more of it down his throat anyway. maybe that caffeine of it could help stave off his headache. there's a quiet hiss as he places the mug back down and then he's stowing the sealed file into his bag, despite how badly his curiosity gnaws at him to open it now.

troy speaks and will's brow furrows. his gaze doesn't raise as he cracks open the unclassified file and begins to scan over the pages.

"cat scans and mris serve different functions..." his voice is quiet, not entirely dismissive but not acknowledging his attempt at humor, either. names and details are gathered in his mind, his imagination beginning to saturate the world around him, but first—

now, he looks at troy. his analytical eye picks him apart, trying to gauge how well troy has been taking care of himself. how recently he's showered, how much weight he has on him, how tired he is, how eager he is to prove himself... will licks his lips and looks down to the papers again, tracing his fingertips over them thoughtfully.

"...dogs would have better bedside manner, anyway."