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Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

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jetii · 1 month

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Event Horizon

Chapter Seven: Forward

Chapter WC: 4,854

Chapter Tags/Warnings: None

A/N: I decided to split this chapter into two because there's a lot of dialogue, and the cliffhanger was just too good to pass up. The second part will be uploaded on Sunday though, so you won't have to wait too long!

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Coruscant, 21 BBY

The Archives are silent, the only sound the faint hum of the overhead lights. You sit at one of the holoterminals, a holocron floating in front of you, the images shifting and changing.

You're still searching for answers, for some connection, anything that might help you find your master, but you've hit another dead end. You've read every file, every record, but there's nothing. Nothing but rumors and hearsay, and you're no closer to finding the truth than you were all those years ago.

You had tried to keep your promise to Obi-Wan, to let the past go and to focus on the present, but the nagging feeling that there was something more, something hidden, refused to leave you. Seeing Vayel again had only stoked the flames.

The feeling of blackness that had risen up inside you that day had receded again, but it hadn't left completely. You were able to control it, to suppress it, but it was always there, lurking just beneath the surface. You weren't foolish enough to believe that it was gone for good. But you were careful not to feed it, careful not to indulge it, and you hoped that by avoiding its temptations, you could keep it at bay.

Your time spent relegated to the Archives was a punishment, but it was also a lesson and a much-needed reminder. You were a Jedi, and you needed to act like it. Your emotions were getting the better of you, and your actions were putting others at risk. That was not what the Order stood for, and it was not the kind of person you wanted to be. You needed to do better, be better, and the Archives were a way to do that.

It was a reminder that there was more to being a Jedi than the fighting, the battles. There was a whole universe of knowledge, of wisdom, that lied here in these halls. You had combed through many of the shelves during your youth, and even more during the past few years as an investigator, but now you found yourself delving deeper, searching for answers that were eluding you.

In your downtime between sorting the endless piles of data and the other tasks Madam Jocasta assigned you, you would find yourself pouring over old texts, ancient manuscripts, and forbidden holocrons, searching for clues. It was a dangerous game, and one that could easily lead you down a dark path, but it was a risk you were willing to take.

But, like the rest of your efforts, this too has yielded no results.

You lean back in the chair and sigh. The exhaustion is catching up with you, and you rub your eyes, the pressure a dull ache. The past few weeks have been a blur, and you haven't had a proper night's sleep in what feels like forever. It's starting to take its toll.

You've just resolved yourself to seeking out more caf when a pair of footsteps approach, the sound echoing off the marble floor. You don't need to look to know who it is, and you don't bother to lift your hands from your face.

"I knew I would find you here," Obi-Wan's voice says, the tone teasing.

"Well, this is my punishment," you say, and despite your efforts, the corner of your mouth quirks upwards. "The question is, what are you doing here?"

You finally drop your hands and turn in your chair to see he's leaning against one of the shelves, a familiar smile on his lips. His robes rumpled, his beard a bit longer than usual, but his eyes are bright, and there's a spark of mischief there.

"Looking for you, of course."

You huff, a near laugh were it not for the frustration brewing inside you. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, and now when the final hour of my sentence falls, you show up? Typical."

“It’s your punishment, not mine,” Obi-Wan reminds you, his grin a touch too smug.

You roll your eyes, but there's no real heat in it. The familiarity, the banter, is comforting, and it feels good to have someone here, someone who cares.

"How is Senator Flessom, anyway?" he asks.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. You've done your best not to think about her, about the last time you saw her, but the memory is still fresh, and the shame is a heavy burden.

"Fine, I suppose," you reply, the words coming out more curt than intended, and you sigh. "I haven't really spoken to her since... well, you know."

He nods, and the silence hangs between you, the tension thick in the air.

The truth is, you haven't seen her since the attack. You'd left her at the Senate, and you'd returned to the Temple, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, guilt, anger, shame. The memories are a haze, but the feelings are still there, and they're not going away anytime soon.

Obi-Wan had returned from his mission the next day, and he'd sought you out immediately, the worry and concern plain on his face. You'd told him everything, and he'd listened. You'd wanted, no, needed, someone to blame, and the words had tumbled out of you, a jumbled mess of anger and regret.

And then, the shame had hit, and the tears had fallen, and the reality of the situation had set in. You'd failed. Not only had you put her at risk, but you'd been careless, reckless, and it was a miracle that no one had died.

You'd expected him to chide you, to reprimand you, but instead, he'd pulled you into a tight embrace. He'd held you until the tears had dried, and the sobs had subsided, and the anger had faded, and when he'd finally released you, his eyes had been filled with understanding and a touch of pride.

"She was right," he'd said, his voice soft, and you'd frowned, unsure of his meaning.

"Right about what?" you'd asked, and he'd smiled sadly at you.

"About you," he'd replied. "She said you were a good person, and she was right."

His words had cut through the last of your defenses, and the guilt had risen, the shame a crushing weight. But, despite the pain, the anger, the hurt, a small part of you had felt something else, something unfamiliar. Something that had sparked a flame inside you, a warmth that had spread through your body.

Helora had seen something in you, something you'd never known was there, and it had given her hope, had made her believe that there was still good in the galaxy. And despite the pain and the disappointment, a small part of you had believed her.

You clear your throat, the memories fading. "I should apologize to her, I know, but..."

Your voice trails off, and the words hang in the air, the unspoken feelings filling the space between you. You know you should, but the thought of facing her, of admitting your mistakes, your failures, is too much.

"There are no easy answers, I'm afraid," Obi-Wan says quietly. You sigh, and your shoulders slump. He's right, and there's no point in avoiding the truth.

"She's safe, at least," he adds. "That's the important thing."

"Yeah, I suppose," you mutter. You're not convinced, but the fact that she's alive is something, at least.

"Perhaps, when the time is right, you can try again. You're not the first Jedi to make a mistake, and I doubt you'll be the last."

He offers you a sad smile, his eyes full of understanding, and the sight makes your heart ache. Despite the melancholy that's settled over you, you can't help but try to return the gesture, the corners of your lips quirking upwards.

"Thanks, Obi-Wan."

"What can I say, I'm full of good advice," he quips. You can feel the satisfaction pouring from him when you scoff and shake your head, the familiar banter helping ease the pain.

"How's Anakin?" you ask, eager to change the subject.

You hadn't seen much of Anakin since before he left for Christophsis months ago, but you were aware that his duties had kept him busy. He had a Padawan now, and he was in charge of an entire army, and that was more than enough to keep him occupied.

Still, you couldn't help but worry, and the fact that you'd been so preoccupied with your own problems to check in with him wasn't sitting well.

“You can ask him yourself,” Obi-Wan says with a shake of his head.

He pushes himself off the shelf and takes a step forward, his boots thudding softly against the stone floor. You accept his offered hand despite your confusion, and he pulls you up, the motion smooth and practiced.

It takes a moment, but realization dawns. “What do you—really?”

He smiles, the expression warm, and his hand squeezes yours.

"Yes, really," he replies. "It's time, my friend."

Your arms are wrapping around his waist before he can finish speaking, holding him tight, your head pressed against his chest. He returns the embrace with a huff of laughter, and the warmth seeps into your bones.

"Thank you," you mumble, your voice muffled by his robes.

“Only you would be this excited to go back to work," he teases, the words accompanied by a gentle pat on the back.

You pull away and shrug sheepishly. "What can I say, it's been a slow few weeks. I could use a bit of action."

"Well, I'm sure Anakin will be more than happy to provide you with plenty of excitement," Obi-Wan remarks with mock-exasperation.

You roll your eyes, but the gesture is fond, and you can't help the grin that spreads across your face. "I'm sure he will."

You turn around to shut down the terminal, the holographic image flickering and then disappearing. You glance back and see that Obi-Wan has followed, his arms crossed behind his back, his expression one of polite interest. The holocron ejects, the object hovering in the air for a brief moment before coming to a rest in the palm of your hand.

He arches a brow at the sight, his gaze flickering from the holocron to your face.

"You've been continuing your research, I see."

"I've been doing what I can," you respond, trying to keep your voice equally calm, even though the subject still stings, a reminder of your failures.

He pauses, and his brows furrow, and you can tell he's thinking carefully about his next words.

"I know how hard it is, losing a master, but dwelling on the past won't help you," he says, his tone gentle, but the words still carry a hint of caution. "I know you want answers, and you deserve them, but obsessing over a single clue isn't healthy."

"I know," you sigh. You look down, the holocron resting heavily in your hand. "But I can't stop. There's something here, I can feel it."

There’s a long silence as his eyes rove over your face, his expression thoughtful. You know he's looking for any trace of deception, and the scrutiny is unnerving. You meet his gaze, doing your best to project calmness and serenity through your bond, and after a few seconds, his shoulders relax, and the tension eases.

"I understand," he says. "I believe I would feel the same, if the situation was reversed. But, please, remember what I said."

"I will, I promise," you say, and you mean it.

He gives a small smile, the warmth returning to his gaze.

"Good. Now come, let's not keep Anakin waiting. Force knows he’s looking for an opportunity to give us a lecture on personal responsibility for a change."

The idea of Anakin lecturing anyone is absurd, especially two Jedi Masters, and you can't help the amused grin that spreads across your face. The humor is a welcome distraction, and the thought of seeing him again, of working alongside him again, is a pleasant one.

"Alright, alright," you acquiesce, and you follow his lead, your strides swift. Obi-Wan waits as you place the holocron safely back in its vault, and the doors close, the seal hissing and locking.

The walk out of the Archives is, as expected, quiet. Madam Jocasta is not around, but the guards are ever-present, their eyes following you as you leave. Obi-Wan offers them a curt nod, and they return the gesture.

The Temple halls are busy, and the hum of conversation, of the day-to-day life, fills the air. Jedi pass by, walking with intent, their robes billowing behind them. You loop your arm through Obi-Wan's, and the two of you meld seamlessly into the flow of the crowd.

"So, how long have you been waiting to spring me?" you ask, the question half-teasing, half-serious.

"A while," he admits, and there's a trace of sadness in his tone. "I'd hoped to come sooner, but the Council has kept me occupied."

You nod grimly at his frustrated sigh. You'd known the Council had been keeping him busy, the endless missions and meetings taking a toll, but you'd never expected him to have time for you, and you certainly hadn't expected him to come rescue you.

"It wasn't so bad," you say, trying to lift the mood. "It was nice, getting some time to reflect, to clear my head."

Obi-Wan glances down at you, and the skepticism is evident on his face. "You, clear your head? That'll be the day."

You scowl, but the expression is playful, and you bump his shoulder with your own. "Hey, I can be reflective, you know. I'm not always jumping headfirst into things, ready to start a fight."

"Of course, my mistake," he replies dryly, and the smile is back. "I must have been thinking of another reckless Jedi, clearly."

You scoff indignantly, but the grin on your lips is unabashed. You'd missed this, missed him, the banter and the closeness, and the feeling that you were doing some good. The past few weeks had been a struggle, and you'd often found yourself lost in thought, replaying the events over and over, questioning your decisions, your motives, your very identity. But, with him by your side, the doubts seemed a bit smaller, a bit easier to bear.

"I missed you, too," he says, and the words are accompanied by a warm chuckle.

You shake your head, half-exasperated, half-amused. You'd forgotten, again, about the bond between you. It was a comfort, having him in your mind, and you often found yourself doing it subconsciously. But, at times, it could be inconvenient, and the intimacy, the knowledge that he could feel everything you did if you weren’t careful, was a little unnerving.

"Yeah, well," you trail off, a blush rising to your cheeks. "Don't let it go to your head. I'd happily hang out with Master Mundi if it meant getting out of the Archives."

"I'll be sure to relay that to the Council, then," he teases.

"No!" you exclaim. The protest is a touch too loud, and several heads turn towards you. You smile apologetically, and they quickly lose interest, returning to their business.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs, the words smug, and his gaze flicks over to yours, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, shut up.”

He laughs, and you bump his shoulder again, unable to contain your own grin.

"Speaking of which," Obi-Wan continues, and his voice is softer, the laughter fading. "I have news from the Council."

“Oh?”

"Well, in addition to the assignment, they also have an idea," he explains, and his tone is casual, but you can sense the excitement, the pride, through the bond. He doesn't wait for you to ask, and the words rush out, eager to share. "We've decided that your return to duty should be spent under the tutelage of an older and wiser Jedi."

Your brows furrow, and your gaze flickers to his face. He's looking ahead, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Master Windu? I mean, he is older and wiser."

"No, not Master Windu."

The realization dawns on you, and your heart leaps.

"No, don't tell me."

Hearing this, Obi-Wan's restraint snaps, and his smile bursts forth, bright and dazzling.

"Me, yes," he confirms.

"So, we're working together again," you say slowly, watching him carefully for any sign of deception. When you find none, your grin matches his own.

"Yes, we are,” he says. “If that's what you want, of course."

You stop walking, and Obi-Wan follows, the both of you standing still amidst the throng of passing Jedi. You take a moment, staring up at his face, trying to convey your sincerity through the bond.

"There's nothing I want more, Obi-Wan. You know that."

His gaze softens, and the warmth floods through the bond, enveloping you.

"I do," he says, his voice full of affection. "But I had to ask. Things are different now, and I don't want you to feel pressured."

The thought is absurd, and you can't help the short laugh that escapes you. You've felt pressure your entire life, from the time you were a child, and the Council, the Order, the Republic, were weighing on your shoulders. Obi-Wan was, had always been, your choice.

"No, never," you say emphatically. Your expression falters for a moment, and you search his eyes. "I just...that's not what the Council wanted, is it?"

"No," he admits, deflating slightly, and the corners of his lips turn downwards. "But they've agreed, for the time being."

You shake your head and sigh, looking away. "They've given up, is what you mean."

The truth is, you're not surprised. You knew the Council was losing patience, the constant arguments, the questions, the defiance, a sore spot. You'd thought that you'd proven yourself, but your actions on Hisseen had only served to undermine that. They saw you as a liability, and you were quickly becoming a nuisance, an annoyance. And the worst part was, you couldn't even blame them.

"Perhaps," Obi-Wan concedes. His hand finds your arm, his touch gently coaxing you to look back up. "Perhaps not. But, that's not important. What matters is that you have another chance, and we have another opportunity to fight together, to make a difference."

His words are earnest, and you can't help but smile, if only a little. You know he's trying to reassure you, and it's working. It always works. Obi-Wan's faith in you, his willingness to risk himself and his reputation to ensure that you were given a chance, was a powerful thing. You couldn't let him, couldn't let yourself, down.

"Yes, of course," you agree, and you do your best to infuse your voice with determination, with resolve. "Let's do it. Together."

His answering grin, the relief and happiness, is infectious, and you find yourself grinning back, your spirits lifted.

"Yes, together," he says. He squeezes your arm before letting go, and the two of you continue through the halls, your strides in sync, the bond humming between you. It quiets the further you walk, the murmur of conversation a distant hum, until the only sound is the echo of your footsteps.

"So where are they sending us?" you ask, breaking the silence.

“Felucia," Obi-Wan answers, and your eyebrows shoot up.

"Felucia?"

"That's what I said," he confirms, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Why?"

"That's what I said, too," he admits, and you roll your eyes. "Apparently, the Confederacy has established a foothold on the planet, and they're looking to expand."

"They're sending us to a jungle world infested with wild creatures and Separatists, and they think this will help me calm down?" you ask incredulously.

"Oh, it's not that bad," Obi-Wan reassures you. "I've heard the weather is quite lovely this time of year."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, right. I'm sure the sunsets are spectacular."

He chuckles, and the sound makes you smile, despite your trepidation.

"That's the spirit," he says with a fond shake of his head. "I can always count on you to look on the bright side."

"It's going to be a mess, isn't it?"

"Probably, but it's not like we haven't faced worse." He gives your arm a squeeze. "Now, let's get you back to your quarters. I'm sure you'll want to pack before we leave."

You sigh, but it's good-natured, and the dread, the nerves, are beginning to ebb. You can't help but think that maybe this is the opportunity you'd been looking for, a chance to prove yourself, and you aren't about to take it for granted.

Obi-Wan waits while you quickly throw a few essentials into a bag, and the two of you make your way to the landing platform. He explains on the way that there was a shuttle waiting to take you up to The Negotiator in orbit, and that from there, you would jump to hyperspace and make the journey to Felucia.

When you arrive at the platform, you see two ships waiting, and several more taking off into the sky. The air is filled with the noise of engines, and the smell of fuel, and the bustle of activity. It's a stark contrast to the silence of the Temple and the calmness of the evening. You can’t help but feel relieved, the sounds and the smells and the excitement a welcome change.

“Obi-Wan! Finally, we were starting to worry," Anakin shouts, and his voice echoes across the landing platform. His remaining troops are filing onto the transport ship, and he stands near the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression a mix of excitement and impatience. Anakin is never early, and you're sure he's been waiting here, his foot tapping, his gaze scanning the horizon for the two of you.

You can't hide the smile that spreads across your face at the sight of him, and you wave, a rush of affection coursing through you. You’re practically dragging Obi-Wan across the platform, eager to join him.

Anakin approaches, his strides long and purposeful, and the grin on his face is infectious as he meets you halfway. His eyes land on you, and they widen in surprise, the delight clear in his expression.

"Hey there, stranger," he greets you with a quick hug and a pat on the back. "You're looking better than the last time I saw you."

"I'm feeling better," you reply, and you mean it. "And thanks, I guess?"

He releases you, and his hand finds your shoulder. He looks you up and down, his gaze assessing, and you shift uncomfortably.

"No, really," he insists. "Last time, you looked... well, you know, like hell."

You sigh, and you can't help but roll your eyes. Trust Anakin to be blunt. "Yes, I know. But, it was a rough few days."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." His expression softens, and his hand falls to his side. "But, hey, glad to have you back."

You smile. "Glad to be back."

Anakin turns to Obi-Wan, and his expression shifts, the grin morphing into something smug, almost taunting. "It's about time you showed up, Master. We've got a schedule to keep, you know."

Obi-Wan sighs, and his shoulders slump. You can't help but snort, and Anakin smirks at the sight, pleased that his joke is working.

"So sorry to keep you waiting," Obi-Wan replies, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. “I had to spring a certain someone from a month of incarceration in the Archives."

You scoff indignantly and cross your arms. "Incarceration is a strong word, Master Kenobi."

"It's accurate," he counters, the words pointed.

Anakin's smirk fades, and he looks between the two of you, his brows furrowing. "Wait, hold on, you've been stuck in the Archives this whole time? I thought you'd gotten assigned to some boring diplomatic mission or something."

You shrug, doing your best to seem nonchalant. "No, just a few weeks of sorting and cleaning and doing data entry."

"You're kidding."

"Not in the least," Obi-Wan confirms. "The Council was worried she was becoming a bit too impulsive."

"And reckless, and brash," you add.

"So they punished her, basically?" Anakin asks.

"Something like that."

"That's ridiculous," he scoffs. "What are you, a Padawan? They can't treat you like this."

"Apparently, they can," you sigh. "And, to be fair, they were right. I did almost get an innocent person killed."

"That's not the point, and you know it," he insists, his voice rising. "You did what you had to do, and the Council should be grateful for your service. They can't just lock you up for doing your job."

His words, his righteous indignation, warms your heart. It's comforting, knowing that you have someone who believes in you, and it helps to ease the lingering guilt.

"Well, it doesn't matter now," Obi-Wan interjects, and he gives you a meaningful glance, his gaze sharp. "She's back where she belongs, and we're all better for it."

You give him a small smile, and he returns it, the warmth filling the bond. You know what he's thinking, that he's worried about Anakin getting carried away, that he doesn't want the young Knight to take his frustrations out on the Council. That he’s close to following a similar path to you, and it’s one neither of you want him to tread. You've had the same concerns, and the fact that he shares them is comforting.

Anakin looks between the two of you, and he's clearly frustrated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Yeah, well, it's not right. You should've been out in the field, helping us, not wasting away in the Archives."

Your hand finds his, and you squeeze, the touch gentle but firm. He glances at you, his brows still furrowed, and you shake your head.

"It's okay," you say, and the words are soft, meant only for him. "I'm just glad to be back now."

His scowl lessens, and he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, me too," he grumbles.

You squeeze his hand again, and you feel his tension easing, the anger giving way to relief.

Anakin glances at Obi-Wan and then back at you. He takes a breath, and the rest of his anger slips away. "Fine, fine. You're right. We've got a lot to catch up on, and it's not worth getting worked up over."

You can't help the laugh that escapes you, and you give his hand one last squeeze before letting go. Your eyes slide to Obi-Wan and back, and you smirk. "We most certainly do."

Anakin catches on quickly, and his eyes narrow, a mischievous glint appearing in them. Obi-Wan's gaze bounces between the two of you, his brows furrowing. He knows, from experience, that this means nothing good, and he crosses his arms, a silent warning.

"Now, now, no plotting against me," he warns. "We're supposed to be a united front."

"Of course," Anakin agrees, and his smile is anything but sincere. "Whatever you say, Master."

You try, and fail, to stifle the snort that escapes, and the sound draws a scowl from Obi-Wan.

"You two are terrible," he huffs. "Absolutely terrible."

The two of you exchange a conspiratorial glance, and the mirth bubbles up inside you, the excitement making your heart sing. You’re about to tease Obi-Wan further, but Anakin’s gaze shifts over your shoulder, and he raises his hand to cup his mouth

“Ahsoka! You’re late.”

You turn and see the young Togruta walking briskly the platform, a backpack slung over her shoulder. You haven't seen her since before the war broke out, and there's a maturity in her eyes that wasn't there before. At her heels is a clone trooper, his white armor decorated with a blue pauldron and kama, and his helmet tucked under his arm.

You can’t help but stare at the clone, your gaze moving up and down his body. There's something about him, a presence, that is achingly familiar. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and the sense of deja vu is so intense that you can't help but step forward toward him.

"I'm not late," Ahsoka says, her tone defensive as she jogs the last few meters. Her eyes widen when she sees you, and her lips form a small 'o' of surprise. "Master Anathorn, I didn't realize you'd be coming."

"The Council thought I needed some fresh air," you say, smiling. It falters when your eyes drift back to the clone trooper, the sense of unease growing. His face is blank, unreadable, but there's something in his eyes, a flash of recognition, of emotion.

He has a demeanor that feels oddly familiar, his signature in the Force one that's both warm and welcoming, yet strong and solid. All clones had a unique presence, their Force signatures as varied as their personalities, but there was something about this one that was different. Something that spoke to you, that tugged at the strings of your memory.

Your eyes narrow, the wheels turning in your head. Could it be…

No, it couldn't.

He was just a clone, a regular trooper, and there was no way this one could be the one. The chances were astronomical.

And yet...

“I almost forgot.” Anakin says your name and gestures to the clone. “This is Captain—“

The name is out of your mouth before you even register saying it, slipping past your lips with a certainty, an assurance, that comes from somewhere deep inside you.

“Rex.”

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I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

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bioethicists · 7 months

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Why do you use '+' and '/' instead of words? Not to be rude, I am curious

LOL thank you for being polite about this. i've gotten some pretty rude/condescending comments or tags about it (one person just tagged a post of mine "you can just type out 'and' babes, it's fine" which like... fuck off?). one person tagged a post of mine 'for further study' specifically of my syntax which my friends + family had a FIELD DAY with

there's a few reasons- partly bcuz i communicate via textspeak quite regularly + my texting is actually so much more atrocious bcuz i do not make an attempt to correct most typos. i keep pretty intense hybrid academic/field note/personal journals + i already used '+' in those for brevity's sake so that i could write faster. additionally, i have a compulsion which sometimes makes me feel the need to write words 3x before moving on but symbols/numbers are not usually affected by this + i suppose that on the flip side, my liberal use of / is related to the compulsive need to be as thorough as possible (as well as put things in 3s) + a fear that i will miss information + 'spoil' my point. i do very genuinely worry that my points will be 'wrong'/'contaminated'/'bad' if i don't put certain things in 3s.

but also, when i was hospitalized in 2022 i got very attached to my concepts related to dialectics + multiplicity + i got a tattoo of the '+' sign to represent this. with language, my goal is usually to tear it up (forgive me but that beckett quote rules my life) rather than string it together. using things like '+', '/', '|', liberal use of '()', etc (i've also felt quite compelled to make use of the assignment operator, '< -', but i'm probably going to confine that to poetry for the time being) lets me feel like i'm seeding my language with a sense of multiplicity while remaining (more) concise (than i could have been)

also also, i do a lot of programming for my job (like statistics/data analysis programming in R) + i've gained a great appreciation for the brevity/precision/elegance offered by programming. similarly, i do a lot of translation (well not so much anymore due to The Tasks) which similarly has brought me to a much more antagonistic relationship with the limitations of language + a desire to capture the thing in between it which is perhaps a really silly thing to claim i could do by replacing my '+' signs but. someday.

needless to say, my formal academic writing is NOT like this but my hope is to someday gain the resources i need from academic in such a way that i can dedicate 100% of my time to writing which aligns with these values.

if this seems excessive, it is because i am insane. hope that helps.

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Titan Shifters; Eren Yeager X Reader

A/N: Like I mentioned on my blog, I watched a Rise Of The Lycans analysis a few days ago and this prompted me to go on a rewatch. I am blaming this fic on Lucian.

You were jittering with nerves, being assigned to help with Eren's titan shifting experiments so they could compare your data. You were really intrigued by him. Born of human parents, yet being able to shift into a titan. Unlike you. You were the prized secret of the Survey Corps, the secret they had been hiding from the military police since your birth. The story they told was that they found you as a baby during their expedition, miraculously alive and the Survey Corps insisted into adopting you at their base under the excuse they had grown attached to you. The real truth was much more strange, and horrifying. On a scouting mission, they encountered a few titans, one acting more strangely then the rest. At first, they thought it was an Abnormal, until it started to evaporate on its own. In the middle of the smoke and bones, was a baby. You. The daughter of a titan and completely looking like a normal human baby. Keith Shadis who had been the Commander at the time, looked at the baby in his arms and he did not have it in him to surrender you to the Military Police and what kind of tests they might do to a tiny little baby. Keith Shadis was a hard man, but not heartless. As imperfect as he was, he had been the only father you'd ever known and you were sad to see him go. But he said it was for the best, especially after that event on your 8th birthday which had transpired a year before the fall of Shiganshina, when you had transformed into a 12 meter titan by accident. It seemed like you were some kind of half-titan, Hange would later conclude. Erwin had been good to you after he came into charge at the Survey Corps and Levi thankfully managed to keep Hange under control who continued to creep you out. But you missed Keith all the same. Getting a new piece of the puzzle of the titan mystery and your own, had made you look forward to meeting the boy. You had not nearly expected him to be so cute and looking like he would grow into a very handsome man. Needless to say, you had a slight crush and the idea of comparing your titan form to his, just flustered you beyond belief.

Things had turnt out interesting, like finding out Eren needed to self harm and focus in order to shift. You never did, you only needed to focus on a woman you presumed had been your mother's human form. She would often come to you in your dreams and you very vividly remembered blowing out the birthday candles on your eight birthday, thinking of that woman and how she never got to see you grow up before you transformed. Eren's titan had a different smell then the other titans you've encountered before. He still smelt human after turning into a titan. Hange had found it marvellous and had proceeded to question you why you never said titans smelt different to you and how humans smelt like. This was exactly why you never told Hange anything, because she would bombard you with questions that gave a headache. When she finally backed down, you had the opportunity to sit down in peace. Much to your surprise, Eren sat down next to you. "She finally left you off the hook huh?" He remarked and you chuckled. "Seems so." "How have you endured her for so long?" Eren asked which made you sigh with the weight of tolerating Hange for years. "I suppose it's my angelic patience." You offered as you looked up at the sun that hung low in the sky. "I swear she can be so creepy, like the way she measures my titan form every month as mine does ages alongside me. It gives me the icks." "So your titan underwent puberty? Like…" Eren looked a little red faced but continued bluntly, "it didn't always have boobs?" You stuttered with an even redder face,"Just wh-what were you l-looking at?!" "I'm a boy you know, and you're hot." Eren clarified and you might as well have fainted on the spot. Eren Yeager certainly changed your life for good, that's for sure.

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sntechsupport · 4 months

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H3ll0! I hav3 a qu3sti0n r3v0lving ar0und strif3 sp3cibus! If y0u cant answ3r that is c0mpl3tl3y fin3!

(Translation: hello! I have a question revolving around strife specibus! If you cant answer that is completely fine!)

Im having a hard tim3 figuring 0ut a strif3 sp3cibus typ3 f0r mys3lf (m3 as my Tr0lls0na) im a sylph 0f Rag3 purpl3 bl00d, w0uld y0u Happ3n t0 hav3 any sugg3sti0ns f0r a strif3 sp3cibus?

(Translation: im having a hard time figuring out a strife specibus for myself (me as my trollsona) im a sylph of rage purple blood, would you happen to have any suggestions for a strife specibus?)

(Again if this ask isnt answerable it is completely fine! Please do have a nice day and if you do answer my ask thank you and i appreciate your time! :o3 )

Okay, you know what? I am going to get off the clock and answer this one. This is not a tech support problem and SkaiaNet is not responsible for strife secibi in any matter, but I like weapozination.

There really isn’t a best strife specibus, and they are more or less equally distributed among the Classpects. Relatively speaking, I mean. Not many people use, say, syringekind, but those who do are quite equally assigned to all Classpects.

We don’t really collect ethnical data (we don’t actually care), so I can’t say anything about castes.

However. A good strife specibus should be something you have readily avaiable in a variety and are comfortable handling. It does help if it is practical as a weapon, but some people prefer having fun with the concept over the actual usability. What is a thiny you have often in your hand, you know how to use it, and it could cause bodily injury to your opponent? Do you juggle? Clubskind? Ballkind? Confetti grenades are bombkind.

There are two types of strife specibi classification, you will have to stick to one: form and concept.

Form classification describes weapon by their physical form. Bladekind, hammerkind, bowkind, riflekind, fankind, bookkind, you get the idea.

Concept classification describes weapons by their usage, their purpose. Executionerkind, guardkind, stationerykind, lightlind et cetera.

If you find yourself preferring concept classification, your strife specibus will be more versatile as to its content, but you will be more limited in how you can use it, and vice versa. A bladekind will be excellent at cutting anything, but you’ll never get to blunt weapons. Executioner kind gives you some big swords, guillotine and even poisons, but nothing that would help you peel vegetables.

I can hardly pick a specibus for you, I am highly biased towards mine, but hopefully you will find these pointers helpful while you ponder your choice.

Also don’t overthink it. You can have up to 4 strife specibi, and while they are locked to the concept/form side, 4 is enough to cover anything you might need. Hell, most people do just fine with 2.

Gear out.

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Justice League: Question’s Hard Drive Ch 4: Assembling the Team

Table of Contents

In a dark, dilapidated warehouse laden with dirty, rusted crates and oil drums, a tall, black-haired man with a thin moustache, wearing brown trousers and jacket over a black shirt was following another man whose jaw was as large as a brick, his hair neatly trimmed and chocolate brown.

“So Colonel…” the moustached man spoke up in a smooth, slightly deep voice as they walked on, “Been meaning to ask you something,” “What? Five years not looking attractive already, Lawton?” asked the brick-jawed colonel Rick Flagg, who did indeed wear the formal dark blue suit of a US army officer. “You ‘do’ remember the other option’s no years at all? I.E, years of having a head?” “Hey, I’m well aware five was the agreement.” the mercenary Floyd Lawton, codenamed Deadshot, clarified to him. “Just want to let you know,” he continued as Flagg led him on through the grimy building, “A little girl of mine’s just made it to eighth grade.” Flagg only inclined his head to the man, but turned back and kept walking. Floyd decided to prod a little further. “Surely it’d be possible to schedule a vi - ” “This is serious stuff we’re assigning you for, Lawton.” Colonel Flagg flatly interrupted him. “Missions for CADMUS leave no room for family reunions.” Halfway through walking, Floyd felt himself twitch in surprise and a certain amount of outrage. “Excuse me?” “You heard me, soldier.” Flagg stated, leading Floyd towards a table. “Just be glad your little tyke’s going places, while you stick to the task at hand.”

Despite the withering scowl on his moustached face, Floyd took a chair while his boss towered above him on the other side of the table. “So, what costumed chumps do I draw a bead on this time?” he asked, deciding to cut to the chase. “It seems our League friends have set out to hamstring CADMUS’ activities.” Flagg explained to him. “There has been a breach at one of our office buildings by two individuals connected to the League who have claimed valuable data.” “Any way we can track them?” Floyd questioned, deciding to push aside the whole daughter issue, for now at least. “We have already sent out recon units to pick up a trail just until a team can move in and recover this data.” Flagg told him. The convict/mercenary smirked up at the bulky, imposing colonel. “I was just gonna say, if they even get your info as far as the Watchtower, we’re basically asking to go through the last mission all over again.” “Glad you remember.” Flagg cut in with a growing frown. “And in case you forget, we’re one explosives specialist short thanks in no small part to your trigger-happy stunts.” “Okay, okay, I know, Plastique was a big loss. So any fresh recruits you’re calling in for this one?” Floyd asked, aware of Flagg’s rather low opinion towards him and others who operated outside the law. Flagg gave him an even darker look.

“Lucky for you, Lawton, CADMUS is sending you on this mission in good company, the sort that’s every bit the same lowlife criminal scum as you.” This idea of ‘good company’ got Floyd raising an eyebrow. “Once the data is tracked, you’ll be taking point while your mission leader handles everything else.” Flagg stated as he folded his powerful arms. “And this leader…” Floyd responded with a finger to his pointed chin, “Anything in particular I should know about him. Or her?” “Yeah, there is. That he’s had some previous…connection with one of our targets.” The colonel grimaced for a moment before continuing. “Also, I was against calling him up from the very start, but my superiors won the debate. *And* he’s someone I’m sure you’ll get along with. Famously…”

With a mind as sharp as his shooting, Floyd couldn’t help but catch something else in the colonel’s plan. “There’s something else too. Why does it somehow sound like you’re not gonna be on this one?” “You’re right actually.” Flagg grimly answered. “I won’t be joining you on this one. Getting this data back from these two Leaguers requires types that are too nasty even for them. And I don’t fancy mixing in with those who are nasty even by your…already low standards.” “Right. Don’t want the true American hero dirtying his patriotic pinkies with all the blood that comes with saving his great ol’ coun - ” Both hands smacking down hard on the tabletop, Flagg leaned towards the mercenary in aggravation. “Watch it, Lawton…” he snarled, the backchat grinding on his nerves. “I may be leaving you in this guy’s capable hands just in the hopes of wiping that stupid grin off your face.” “Boy, I can’t wait.” Floyd half-growled, sarcasm laced in his voice like poison in a dart. The colonel seemed to be restraining himself from physical violence, straightening and breathing in lightly. “Well, now that you’re filled in…” he said as his eyes darted past Floyd, “Your stuff is in that case.” The moustached assassin turned and saw a grey rectangular case on the floor. “The mission leader will debrief you on the data recovery, including what you’ll be up against. You’ll take a chopper and report to him at Miss Waller’s helipad. So get suited up, pronto.”

“So…heard you guys have had a little trouble with some data…” The tall, lanky-looking man, whose whole face was cloaked by the shadows of the half-lit office, threw himself back into a chair in front of a desk, behind which sat the short-haired, heavyset black woman smartly dressed in a blue jacket, Amanda Waller, one of the heads of the CADMUS organisation. The glow of her desk’s lamp reflected off the man’s hair, which was styled in a greased-up pompadour, while his eyes shone with a certain desire for some thrills and spills, possibly even for violence in the bargain. Behind him stood a tall, burly henchman.

“You heard correctly. This theft has been unlike any other mission the League has staged.” Amanda Waller informed the man sternly. “Previous activities have always ventured into reckless shows of force, teams of these abnormal beings and disguised vigilantes staging all-out assaults on whatever their enemies, including CADMUS, throw at them.” This man, who had been selected for this new mission, listened with merely a casual amount of interest, having heard news (particularly through the criminal underworld grapevine) about the Justice League’s attempts at heroics. “So what about this one? Please, indulge me” he persuaded with plenty of confidence and cunning in his smooth, charming voice, before the frowning, no-nonsense Waller set a folder onto the table.

“These two intruders left all of the building’s security personnel utterly incapacitated. Currently they are in traction.” she continued. “Did our gallant heroes attempt any negotiations before doing this?” the stranger inquired. “I have to admit, I’ve not known any of their type to get so down and dirty.” “Negotiations were never offered. Clearly the League has grown uncharacteristically desperate.” Waller explained as she looked from the man to the folder. “Those in condition to speak gave descriptions that match those of the individuals detailed in these profiles.”

She opened the folder and the pompadour-sporting figure turned his focus to the two sheets and photos of the perpetrators behind this theft. First was the man in the fedora and tie, his face completely blank, no eyes, nose or mouth anywhere. There seemed to be only skin where his face should be. The newly-recruited boss had heard of some guy like this snooping around a few streets and alleys before. What truly caught his eye, though, was the young woman in the other profile. Through that horned mask, her dark eyes held arrogant majesty and unbound ferocity in equal measure. Her proud, smooth face, around which silky black hair elegantly cascaded, was enough for him to simply lock his gaze upon her ravishing beauty, his eyes gleaming as thoughts started to pour into his mind.

“These two choices indicate how aggressive the League has become lately.” He glanced back at Amanda Waller upon hearing her further elaborate on the robbery. “Most dismiss Subject A himself as a crackpot, an eccentric digging into conspiracy theories that needn’t be dug into.” “And yet he has data too sensitive to your little operations.” the man reminded her, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly. “A colleague of ours, Roulette, recommended you for CADMUS because, young man, she has reason to believe that you have a past…” Waller went on, folding her hands together, “A past with Subject B; Subject A’s recent partner. She joined the League after your little encounter with her in Gotham City. Her days with the League ended when a vendetta of hers against another mobster turned her into a maverick, too unstable and rash, even for the worst of their circus freaks.” “I always liked that babe…” The lanky man’s voice grew silken with interest as he eyed the file on this ‘maverick’ his employer referred to. “I need you to be serious about this…” Waller warned him with a glare as the tall henchman’s eyes darted to his boss in the faintest hint of apprehension. “A pair of misfits not stifled by the League’s scruples makes the loss of this information all the worse. We are aware of what Roulette has said about you, but calling you up for this mission, mobster background or no, was not a decision taken lightly.” “Hey, don’t sweat it, your royal majesty…” the mysterious figure boasted with a raise of a hand. “You’re looking at the guy who offed his own outdated uncle and gave the Gotham syndicate a new face. The old timers have had their fun, now it’s time for us daredevils to step into the spotlight. Just give me any more tips, say, their whereabouts, and we’ll be onto the suckers, packin’ a lot of heat…” “Well, someone’s eager for some action.” Waller observed, placing the profiles back into the folder.

“CADMUS has assembled the strike team that will retrieve this data. With your rise through the ranks of the Gotham mob and previous experience against Subject B, you’ll be taking the lead.” She pressed the touchscreen computer on her desk and a screen on the wall behind her lit up all ghostly-blue.

The stranger glanced up at the five mugshots of this new team he would be in charge of. First was a man in a dark red bodysuit and silver mask, his left eye lens a white slit while the right was a circular orange targeting reticle. The second was a young Asian woman with short, neat black hair, a cold expression on her face and a crimson transparent visor over her eyes. Her shoulder armour, coloured the same as her visor, was segmented not unlike that of a Samurai warrior while a katana was slung on her back. The third was another man in a pale grey bodysuit, his whole face obscured by a mask sporting dark red, bug-eyed lenses and a pair of small antennae on either side. The next team member was stranger-looking; a slim, white-skinned man in a black top hat and dark grey jacket. The round black shades only added to his sinister appearance. Even more abnormal than him was the last member, who apparently had once been a human woman. Every inch of her skin was coated with golden fur, speckled with brown spots. The team leader noted the woman’s ears that took the form of a wild cat’s, her nose shaped into a snout and white eyes with pale green slits hungry for action.

“Well the pyromaniac hasn’t the best track record, but they’ll do.” he commented with folded arms. “Deadshot, Tsukuri, Firefly, Shade and Cheetah have been selected specially for the purpose of tracking this data, in addition to having prior engagements with the League.” Amanda Waller explained. “For a mission as sensitive as this, CADMUS has no room for small-time roughnecks.” “Trust me, lady,” her new employee promised with no small amount of pride. “With a rising star, that’s me, at the helm, these guys will really turn things around for your little operation.” “And remember, my friend…” Waller started methodically as a sliver of blue from the screen flickered across one side of the man’s face, “It’s not often we call on those from the criminal underworld to protect this country and its government…” “Well today we’re the lesser of the two evils, ma’am.” Waller just kept her stern face on this man despite his interruption and continued. “At this critical inflection point, money is no object for CADMUS. Whatever happens, this mission must, and ‘will’ end with us having that data right in front of us. You and your team shall obtain it from those two misfits…by ‘any’ means necessary.”

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Where Parallel Lines Meet (1/?)

oh boy, I’m exceptionally nervous to begin posting this one. It’s a longer fic and so I’m trying to do it all right and proper. I’m going to try update at least once a fortnight because that sounds manageable. I’d not been excited about any of my stories before I began this one and I’m really excited and hope that you enjoy the adventure :) Many thanks to @gumnut-logic for reading it over :D

Title is adapted from a line in Sarah Howes’ poem ‘Relativity’ (scroll to the bottom of the article)

A fight between John and Alan is followed by an interstellar storm with unexpected consequences.

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“I just don’t understand how this could have happened,” growled John, a furious hand swiping through the backlog of missing assignments. “He has time to work on school every day.”

“Every day, John?” asked Scott. His brows knitted together over his piercing blue eyes, the troubled expression deepening as he reflected on recent weeks. “Look at his call-outs, we’ve been relying on him more and more ever since the Chaos Crew appeared. We’ve needed him, and he’s barely getting any more recovery than the rest of us.”

He was right. Scott was right and now that he’d pointed it out, John couldn’t understand how he’d missed it.

He closed the file, ignoring Scott’s pestering, digging down into the code to discover why his computer programs had failed him so thoroughly.

“Look at this,” he said, his voice deathly quiet. “He hacked the alert system so that it showed him working the right number of hours.”

Scott inhaled sharply, twisting his head as though he could peer over John’s shoulder from three hundred miles away. It would have been comical if it weren’t for the blood that was pounding in John’s ears.

He forwarded the data.

Scott whistled.

“Look here, he was in Argentina then, and here I know he was asleep, that was after that back-to-back in the Mediterranean, Virgil said he conked out on the way home and gave him a 48-hour stand-down.”

Scott looked up and met his eyes.

“How’d we miss this?”

John clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the tendrils of fury that were wrapped around his heart. He didn’t need Scott to point out that monitoring call-outs was his job, didn’t need him to remind him that this was in fact his fault.

“This isn’t your fault,” said Scott, instantly reading the sour expression on his brother’s face.

“More mine than yours,” said John with a scowl. “Why didn’t he say anything?”

The muttered question was meant to be rhetorical, but Scott couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips.

“Really, John? If you were still sixteen and some rock star older brother said he needed your help to be a superhero, are you telling me you wouldn’t drop everything to ditch school in a heartbeat?”

“You’ve never been much of a rock star,” John sniped at him.

“You’d have dropped out faster than it takes Thunderbird One to go supersonic and you know it,” said Scott with a smirk. “You’d have done anything I asked you to do.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“You gave up NASA for me, Johnny.”

“I gave up NASA for Thunderbird Five.”

“And I suppose working with us was just a perk,” said Scott, rolling his eyes good-humouredly. His expression grew serious. “You sure you can handle Alan? I can wrangle him for you if you need the support.”

John sighed, mind flitting back to the report that had finally caught the issue.

“It should be fine,” he said with no small amount of reluctance. “Alan knows how important high school is, he’s been working towards an early-track finish for two years now.”

Scott shot him a quick smile.

“Good, because he’s just arrived for breakfast. See you soon, Johnny.”

“Bye,” said John tonelessly, already reading through the list again.

It didn’t matter what Scott said, he blamed himself. Alan’s lessons were his domain and, in the constant chaos of deliberate sabotage and criminal destruction that they’d been trailing for the past several months, he’d let them slip to the bottom of his pile of concerns. All that had mattered was managing the near constant barrage of rescues and the stream of operations that meant he had hardly known who was coming and who was going down on the island below.

He wasn’t certain he’d even managed to speak to his brothers outside of rescues in the last fortnight, his days morphing together in a continuous flow of work and sleep and work and work.

“Alan,” he called, bypassing the message notification in favour of direct contact.

His brother startled, knocking an unknown object across the table.

“John!” he said, eyes widening before he relaxed into a smile. “How’s space?”

His usual response stuck in his throat, the words turning to chalk on his tongue.

“Do you have a minute?” he said instead, the flat tone brokering no discussion. “We need to talk.”

Alan frowned, his eyes flitting to someone – Scott – who stood off-view.

“Sure,” he said, dredging his agreement up from unwilling depths. “Now, or…? Only I was gonna meet up with Brandon online for a thing.”

“Now,” said John firmly.

There was no point delaying the inevitable. He sent the assignment log.

A sharp ping echoed in the holo, and John watched grimly as Alan looked down and stared at the file that now sat in his hands.

“This is… oh.”

John saw more than heard the words that Alan caught in his chest, the shaky inhale barely enough to make the air shudder. He watched as his youngest brother shook himself, eyes sharpening with anxiety as he glanced up. Full-blown panic erupted across his face, and John had to work to school his own expression of empathy at the sudden, forcible reminder of his undergraduate days when he had vastly underestimated the time requirements of his own assignments.

But even that had been careless foolishness rather than carefully considered and deliberate dishonesty.

John felt like a fool today as well.

“I can explain!”

“You don’t need to explain,” snapped John. “I know how this happened. You ignored the limits we put in place; you failed to uphold the one condition we gave you when you started as an operative in International Rescue; you hacked our safety systems because you thought you knew better than me.”

“Just listen–”

“You don’t get to talk right now, Alan,” he roared, and the line fell silent.

He breathed heavily, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

“Did you deliberately change the learning program so that it reflected a false record of your work ethic.”

“Yes, but–”

“And did you,” said John loudly, ignoring Alan’s protestations, “do this specifically so that I wouldn’t know that you’d been skipping your lessons.”

“I guess technically, but–”

“And is that list correct in saying that you have failed to hand it complete work for the last thirty-eight assignments.”

“I was just trying to help!”

“Well, you didn’t,” John snapped, eyes flashing. “When will you get it through your head that we’re responsible for you. That your schooling is the most important thing in your life, over and above your responsibilities to International Rescue.”

Alan scoffed, mumbling as he turned away from John.

“Want to try that again?” John asked, venom coating his tongue.

“I said ‘that’s easy for you to say’,” shouted Alan, his hands curled in fists. “What do you know, you don’t even come down anymore. You don’t care about my lessons; you don’t help me with them. I can’t ask you when you’re monitoring, I can’t ask when you’re asleep – what did you want me to do? International Rescue is the only thing you even care about anymore, so why shouldn’t I?”

“There’s no shortcuts for this,” snarled John, trying to forget the way his father’s words echoed in his head after they’d traitorously left his mouth. “You can’t cut corners when it comes to your education, it’ll only hurt us all in the long run. It’ll only hurt you.”

“You don’t know anything,” yelled Alan.

John wrenched open his mouth in furious response, then paused as Alan’s image wavered, shot through with sudden flecks of light.

He held up a hand and silenced Alan’s indignant tirade, ignoring the soundless outraged squawk and furious typing that ensued. His attention was captured by the insistent malfunction that blazed brightly across the image. He checked his equipment meticulously for hardware faults and a quick glance through the error logs indicated no reason for the sudden failure.

The answer came in a flash when he blinked and the light streaked across his vision behind his eyelids.

The silence shattered as Alan shattered his mute command, the indignity of being cut off too great to bear.

“I wasn’t finished.”

“Be quiet, Alan,” John ordered, no longer entertaining thoughts of past arguments. “EOS, check Cherenkov radiation levels, correlate against solar activity.”

“Cherenkov radiation levels at 508%, limited correlation with solar activity which peaked with an intensity of 1.048 four days ago compared to expected levels.”

“Compute likely origin of unknown radiation.”

“No change in the Earth’s magnetosphere; it is continuing to deflect the majority of solar and Jovian activity. Likely origin is interstellar.”

“Check other background radiation counts.”

“Cosmic rays increasing in intensity and the ICNO is reporting a spike in neutrino activity. Beta and gamma counts ticking upwards. Recommend immediate shelter. Radiation storm incoming with 98% probability of impact within fifteen minutes.”

John swore. EOS wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know.

“This conversation is not over,” he snapped in Alan’s direction.

He hardly glimpsed his brother’s stricken expression as he killed the holoprojector and swung himself towards the radiation refuge at the heart of his ‘bird.

“Are you backed up, EOS?”

His voice echoed around him as the space station slowed to a halt. Gentle vibrations stilled, the background hum of his home fading into nothingness.

“I am.”

EOS sounded more disembodied than ever, with no way to jump to the internal circuitry kept separate and reserved only for the temporary lead-lined shelter. John blinked as a dim red glow activated, revealing the small metal room. There was no bed, only a series of Velcro straps to hold him down should the storm outlast his ability to stay awake. A selection of old school paperbacks was locked in a cabinet, and John propelled himself towards them, running a gloved hand over the latch.

He continued circling the room, taking a moment to check on the dehydrated food supplies and emergency oxygen tanks, before turning to face the door, lights still flashing behind his eyes.

“Sensors are functional,” he said softly. “I’ll see you soon.”

EOS said nothing, her array hovering at the threshold.

“John? Will you be okay?”

He tried not to think about the game of chance he was playing, living in a home where any second a stray cosmic ray might collide with his DNA and reshape it forever.

“Always am. Commence Protocol XR-4.”

“Communication blackout confirmed,” she said. “Gravity ring disengaged. Oxygen supplies have been mixed with inert gas tanks. All systems shut down in safe mode.”

The list went on, with none of EOS’s usual dynamics. John felt a twinge of pride at her efficiency and then of fear as it drove home the very real danger of the storm that was only minutes away, that had indeed already begun.

“Thank you, EOS,” he said quietly. “See you on the other side.”

“Goodbye John.”

The door swung shut, leaving him blinking in the subdued glow. He suddenly missed the gravity of Earth, feeling the need to sink into a chair, sink down into his very bones and collapse under the weight of the lingering fight with his brother.

“Stupid,” he whispered, unsure if he meant Alan or himself.

There was no sense in dissecting the situation but John couldn’t help playing the scene over and over; stuck in a tiny room with starlight shimmering behind his eyes like a prism hung in a window. The lead might protect him from the radiation, but heavy metal atoms were nothing to the tiny slips of neutrino matter, the only indication of the silent, raging storm.

He wished he could have said something different, that he’d been able to make Alan see reason. That he’d been empathetic instead of angry, understanding instead of terrified.

He wondered if there was anything else he wasn’t seeing, if he had a blind spot for each brother.

Thus the long hours passed, John flitting between worries that plagued his restless mind. He couldn’t sleep, wasn’t truly awake, and he couldn’t forget the universal barrage outside that had travelled for longer than he’d been alive.

He never let his helmet leave his hand. He never let his last conversation leave his mind.

Just another worry.

In time, the light show began to die down and he turned his attention to the radiation sensors that would dictate his final escape.

“Come on,” he whispered to himself. “Just another three sieverts.”

The slow drop in radiation took hours to tick down to an acceptable level, but the final shift in numbers happened in milliseconds.

At once, the lights brightened and John somersaulted to the door, staggering as it flung him outwards with little effort. He wasted no time, racing to the central control dome and running through restart with a fresh fervour alight under his skin, unable to wait to bring Thunderbird Five back to life. He resurrected gravity, he woke EOS from her last save point, he revived the giant monitoring screen showcasing a world who needed them. With comms back up and running, John couldn’t help but cast an eye over what they’d missed.

“John?”

“Virgil,” he greeted, hardly pausing to look up at his brother.

He heard a soft chuckle.

“So the radiation didn’t kill you then?” said Virgil drily.

“We’ll find out in sixty years.”

“Get down here. Five can wait.”

John shot him a poisonous look and Virgil held up his hands in surrender.

“These are your protocols, not mine. Check the levels, this is the worst radiation storm to hit Thunderbird Five ever. Brains heard from Moffie, the particle physicists are all over this. And the auroras are incredible, they’re being seen worldwide. Besides, you need a full genetic work-up and, if you’re good, I’ll even let you look at the observatory data.”

“It was all recorded?”

“Arrived about a second after communication with Tracy Island was re-established.”

John grinned, backlog momentarily forgotten and already envisioning the years of research others would develop from the day’s data when it went public.

But it wasn’t enough to survive the apprehension that gnawed at his gut.

“How’s Alan?”

Virgil grimaced.

“Catching up on schoolwork. Scott ripped him a new one about lying to you and how we needed to be able to trust him once you fell offline. And he was freaked by the storm – you cutting him off so quickly scared him, I think.”

“I shouldn’t have lost it.”

Virgil shrugged.

“Maybe not. But trust me, it’s forgotten; he’s just happy you didn’t die up there.”

John sighed, glancing down at the planet that lazily spun beneath his feet. It shone a brilliant blue under the light of the sun and he knew that somewhere below the swirling clouds his brother was waiting for him. They all were.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m heading down.”

As the elevator slipped into the atmosphere, John felt a bone-crushing weariness settle upon him. The day had been long, much longer than his usual fare, and the hours of tension and worries about Alan were quickly dragging him down faster than gravity could account for.

He waved everyone away when he hit landfall, allowing Virgil to half-steer and half-carry him to his room, where he crawled under the bed covers and fell asleep even has Virgil was running his tests.

He didn’t hear Scott slip in, didn’t hear the low, hushed voices at the foot of his bed. The small figure that crept into his room and lay down on the rug next to his bed long after the rest of the house noise died away remained unknown to him.

No sound penetrated the fog of dreamless sleep.

[Part 2]

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amparol12 · 9 months

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Thursday Check-in week 12

what assignment questions do you have that will help you complete the H2WG assignment successfully?

One thing I was wondering is how long or how much information is needed for the HTWG, I feel like since after all of the analysis and data that I have collected and the whys I feel I have nothing with my HTWG. I understand that its for those who understand, but I worry it might not be enough. What do you suggest that is very beneficial for it? Not just mine, but others too.

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4 years of running BentoVid & RICE (an extremely long & meandering retrospective about survey data) This is an entry that's part history about the fanvid server I run that hosts a [now] feedback event [then contest] called RICE, and part data analysis from 4 years of pre-RICE survey data and one post-RICE survey from a particularly "problematic" year of the event. Read the entry as it was intended on dreamwidth by clicking the link above, or expand the cut tag and hope the html I pasted into tumblr displays correctly. [edit: it doesn't, but it's readable if you don't care about line breaks.]

Preface

Or, the time I accidentally influenced an entire industry through a survey question (click to read more) In 2015, I created a website called fursuitreview.com (FSR). Fursuits (one of a kind whole body animal costumes) are expensive and it was hard to keep track of makers that didn't have huge followings. I didn't want to run a review page, but only two existed prior to mine. One had died completely several years before, and the other one updated so infrequently it was almost useless (it, too, eventually died after FSR took off). The other two pages were a victim of putting too much work on themselves. The first had several questions reviewers had to answer and assign points. The moderators would average all the points for each review and give the overall review a score out of ten. This ensured consistency in the scores across all reviews. It was an amazing system but it would simply take too long to do myself (plus I'm terrible at math). Both sites were not actually sites - they were user accounts on furaffinity.net (and sometimes tumblr or livejournal) - which required write-ins to copy a big block of text and hope they got the format right (they rarely did, which meant moderators would have to correct it). FSR started out on furaffinity, but very quickly moved to a wordpress website. I thought very carefully on how I would keep manhours and costs down. I decided to not have any user accounts at all, nor would I bother with a numbered rating system (I instead went with a "positive / neutral / negative" system because that's really what everything boils down to anyway). I devised the least amount of questions I could in order to pry the information I wanted out of fursuit buyers when they wrote in. This resulted in two sections: wear satisfaction, and visual satisfaction. Each section had several sample questions to help guide the writer. "Wear satisfaction" was like, do you like how it fits you? how is the ventilation? how is the vision? Visual satisfaction was questions about looks.

Example screenshot of the FSR "wear Satisfaction" questions from 2020+

When people submitted a review, I would read over them all and make sure everything was copacetic before publishing it. Back then (before 2020), I was a one-man operation so I read literally every single review coming in. I noticed that some writers would mention lining in some of the fursuit parts. Most parts are unlined - it's just faux fur and the backing of that will be up against a wearer's skin. Lining is unnecessary and can ultimately make the costume much hotter - but it does make everything look really nice and marginally more comfortable to wear. After a few of these, I added "Does the item have lining?" to the list of sample questions.

Does the item have lining?

Surely nothing bad could happen from such an innocuous question!! (upside down smiley face goes here)

I must take a break here to mention that I had no experience doing literally anything that FSR required to run. I had bought 3-4 fursuits and thought it would be nice to keep track of my opinions of them. Everything else, from coding a website to writing survey questions, I had taught myself. I had some very very basic wordpress experience from a personal roleplaying character wiki wordpress site for myself, but that was it. FSR was a learn by doing experience. And boy, was it an experience. Writing, reading, reviewing, editing, customer service... FSR had me dealing with it all, and I'm surprised it gained as much traction as it did throughout that process.

So, needless to say, I had no idea what "survey bias" was.

Weeks, possibly months, later, I was browsing twitter keeping up with FSR social stuff, when I came across a tweet from a rather well-known maker (I believe it was either beetlecat or beastcub) asking other fursuit makers why customers were suddenly asking for their fursuits to be lined. I wish I had a link to this tweet, but I no longer have a twitter account. (If you happen to find it, do link it in the comments!) It didn't hit me at first. I watched the thread and the responses roll in. As other makers replied, the sense of dread was very slowly overtaking me. Could FSR really have that much influence? Could just a single little sentence really cause so much strife? Yes, it did, and yes... It did. Once I connected the dots, I edited the sample questions. No longer is it simply "Does the item have lining?" Now it is: "If it is lined, what material was used? Does it absorb sweat appropriately? Does it make cleaning easier?" But I went through a few iterations before I got to that wording. I believe my first edit was something like "(Note: most fursuits aren't lined)", but that didn't properly imply that you shouldn't be asking your maker for lining. After this lining snafu, I had to go through all of my questions and determine what I was accidentally influencing, how that could change what customers ask of their makers, and if I really needed that information in the review to begin with. I also, finally, learned about survey bias, and took some time to read up a little more on how to craft survey questions. And, of course, I had to come to grips with the fact that, yes, FSR was big. And it had influence. My little side project was a staple of the community and people counted on it to make very expensive purchases. Maker reputations and business operations began to live or die by the reviews we pulled in. FSR got to be too big and too much stress for me, so I ended up giving full ownership of the site to someone else in 2022 or 2023 (it was a long transition and I'm not sure when the public announcement was made). However, as of today (31 March 2024), fursuitreview.com is still fundamentally unchanged from how I was running it - including the review form. Nowadays, I have nothing to do with the site. I couldn't deal with the stress and responsibility once it grew to be a community cornerstone. Unfortunately, history may be repeating itself with the project I replaced FSR with...

A brief history of BentoVid (and RICE)

I have been editing anime music videos (AMVs) since 2001. I took a hiatus from the community from 2009ish to 2018. Despite that, I still managed to make at least one video every year. In 2018, I tried to get back into the community and realized it had almost completely changed. Discord was a thing now, and it seemed most of the activity was on there. I joined a few servers, but long story short they all weren't great. In a fit of frustration and annoyance, I did the classic move of going "Screw this, I'll do it myself!"

Bender (from Futurama): Fine! I'll start my own chatroom with blackjack and hookers! I glossed over it, but this is exactly how FursuitReview.com also started.

BentoVid (called AMV Sashimi back then) was created in September 2020. Back then, I did have high hopes. I did "plan" (finger quotes) on becoming a large community, but it was like how anyone plans on winning the lottery, you know? You don't actually expect it to happen. I thought that realistically I'd get maybe 30 members and it'd be just a chill hangout spot. But in 2021, we reached the fabled 100 members. Then 200. We broke 400 this year. And outside the very first year, I didn't actively promote. BentoVid has grown purely from word of mouth since 2021. On the other side of Discord was an annual AMV contest related to a particular anime convention. I first joined it in 2019. It was... okay... But not great. 2020 went even worse. The contest was going through a transition period and had a coordinator that, to put it mildly, was not well-liked. The concept behind the contest (which had been running for several years - I think 2005? Possibly even earlier) was great though. It was a contest focused on peer review. All the editors that submitted to the contest were the judges and voted on the winner. It was a blind contest, so nobody knew who made what, but only people who submitted to the contest could view and vote on the videos. The feedback was cruel. People did not hold back. Still, it was helpful, and I excelled my skills a lot by participating. The contest's discord server, however, went unmoderated and the coordinator made some very bizarre decisions. Another "Screw it, I'll do it myself" event occurred. RICE - Rewards imagined by a community of editors - was born by taking that other contest and implementing all the feedback participants had been complaining about for years. February 2021 was the first RICE. I had never run a contest before. Just like FSR (from the preface story), this was a trial by fire. I made at least one huge mistake every year the contest ran. But ultimately people liked RICE, and word of mouth about it (and the server) grew ever faster because of it. I had taken efforts to specifically NOT advertise RICE outside the BentoVid discord server, but that didn't stop it from growing.

4 years of RICE survey data

Partly due to my inexperience and partly due to my history with FSR, I put out RICE feedback surveys at every opportunity. I am actually not that into data. I don't analyze this stuff and I have no particular interest in collecting data at every turn for random things. I just find feedback surveys somewhat convenient and useful for my purposes. Sorry to people who are into that! XD

Pre-RICE survey data from 2021 - 2024

I have a small survey when people submit videos to RICE. It has (mostly) the same questions every year. Vivafringe helped me go through the data, and here are the results. (links to a google sheet) 2021 - 2023, the optional survey was on the same page as video submission questions. In 2024, I finally realized google form sections existed and I put it on a totally different page. I went from a 100% response rate to 58%. What a huge difference! But still inspiring to see so many people went out of their way to answer regardless. Here's my personal takeaways: US vs Non-US I personally thought there were more international editors participating, but it seems to hover around 20%. Do people keep their videos a secret? It looks like most of the survey respondents actually do attempt to keep their videos secret from everyone. However, almost as many people admit at least one person they know who will also be in RICE knows what their video is. I honestly thought it'd be the other way around, with more people sharing betas before RICE, so this is actually pretty cool to see. Thoughts on blind judging This question was multiple choice with only one answer allowed, so they had to choose which meant most to them. Most people seem to appreciate blind judging, but don't go out of their way to keep themselves blind during the event. (~70% combined) A large minority of people admit that guessing who made what during the event is part of the fun for them. (~25%) One possible answer was that blind judging is never truly blind - interesting to note only one person ever selected this and it was in 2023. Main reason for entering RICE? Another multiple choice answer where they had to select the "main" reason. Most people join RICE because they like the BentoVid community. However, almost as many people join because they like peer review. I'm flattered! lol But, in all seriousness, I really expected those results would be flipped, with peer review outranking BentoVid. Categories A multiple checkbox question for which categories your submitted vid belongs to, according to the editor. I mostly only care about theme, coordinator's choice, and live-action. Theme has submissions starting at 18% in 2021 and gradually going up to 29% in 2024. 2023 is an outlier with 39%. Coordinator's choice is very low. 1 - 3 videos. This is mixed news for me. On one hand, I think it's great people don't feel the need to pander to me (or maybe they don't know how). On the other hand... Please pander to me! XD Live-action is something I would like to see more of... The discord server started out as an AMV server and its audience is still mostly AMV editors. But I really want BentoVid (and RICE, by extension) to be about all fanvids and vidding (Hence the name change from AMV Sashimi to BentoVid). Long story short, live-action vids are obviously a very small minority that get submitted (5 - 9 videos each year), but they fluctuate between years. If you like live-action fanvids and want to join an active discord server... Please join us! lol How did you learn about RICE? This question was a small text field people could write whatever they wanted in. No surprise people learned about it from inside BentoVid. Next highest was word of mouth-related answers like "discord," "another discord server" or "friends". A little interesting was when AWA or POE were specifically mentioned (two popular AMV contests), but this was only twice for each.

Post-RICE survey data

2021 and 2022 had a feedback survey, but it was just one text block that asked for comments. Very few people ever filled this out and it was not very actionable feedback. 2023 was the first post-RICE feedback survey with actual guided questions, and it's because 2023 was... quite the year.

Understatement.

What happened during 2023 RICE?

Remember the contest I mentioned that RICE was based on? While RICE was thriving, that contest was floundering. The other contest, which for the rest of this blog I will call "HOST," happens in September - October, while RICE happens in February - March. 2022 HOST was another transition year for them. The old coordinator ("Elder") took over the contest after so many complaints about the coordinator that succeeded them ("Junior"). As far as I know, everyone was happy with Junior's leaving, but unfortunately it wasn't pretty. We weren't kind to Junior. Bridges were burned. Elder had some great ideas on how to bring HOST back up to its former glory days. But, procrastination got the better of them, so the contest started out very poorly. Then, during the contest, they had an extremely public and embarrassing meltdown. A number of people withdrew from the contest because of it. A totally different person ("Kidd") had to take over mid-event. The discord server went through an emergency restructure so Elder didn't have any special permissions anymore. Kidd was an absolute gem and managed to run the rest of the contest on their own very smoothly (Kidd continued through 2024 and deserves accolades). But the already negative reputation of HOST definitely turned into a dumpster fire after that. It was no surprise that RICE got touted as a good alternative. I was expecting more RICE entries than the previous year but. Boy. I was just not prepared. 2023 RICE saw 56 editors and 76 videos. The prior year was only 32 editors and 45 videos. RICE does not scale well. Moreover, I was experiencing horrible health issues at the time and really should have delayed or cancelled RICE due to them. Consequently, some people did not have a good experience with RICE. I thought the entire year was ruined. I made a pretty involved post-RICE survey due to it. This survey was mostly questions with text boxes where people wrote exactly what they were feeling. This made the answers a lot more personal and detailed. I will not be sharing the raw 2023 survey data. The complaints were about:

Too many videos for too short a time period

Some people were rude in the discord when discussing categories

Some people attacked one of the people giving critique in a voice call

I tried to enforce [very badly worded] content restrictions very late into the submission window. This had editors unnecessarily scrambling to re-edit things and ultimately ended up with multiple versions of videos in the contest [which should not have happened and that is entirely on me]

To me, the responses of the 2023 survey looked pretty dire. I immediately made changes to RICE following them. While RICE had started out as an improved version of HOST, I also had wanted the goal to be rewards for BentoVid server regulars. That's why I really didn't want to advertise it outside the server. I also never pinged \@Everyone or made a special role to get updates about it. The intent was if you were around the server, you'd know it was coming, and that was that. I wanted the good peer review and critique so we could all improve. I also wanted to see amazing videos. But what I DIDN'T want - and was (surprisingly!) NEVER concerned with - was lots of randos who didn't care about BentoVid. I explicitly never posted about RICE on a-m-v.org (despite people asking me to), and I never mentioned RICE outside my own server until after 2022 HOST. And even then it was really only in DM or if someone else had brought it up first. I still try to not advertise RICE, but I'm not as tight-lipped as I used to be. Still, it's primarily in DM. But anyway, I'm rambling now - the point is that RICE grew outside of the BentoVid bubble. People were joining RICE who did not care about BentoVid as a whole and I had to figure out how to handle that. My previous RICE messaging of "feedback event but also contest!" was fine for BentoVid regulars. We mostly knew what we liked and understood eachother because we hung out all the time. But for people new to RICE and/or the server, they had no idea and came in with false expectations. My two main takeaways from the 2023 Post-RICE survey were: 1. Because of my health issues and the mass increase of participants, the Discord server went (essentially) completely unmoderated during RICE. Because RICE (and BentoVid) is usually closely moderated, many conversations/debates went on a lot longer than they should have (because no moderators stepped in), which caused a lot of stress for participants. 2. The messaging of RICE was conflicting and led people to false expectations. People were essentially expecting HOST but "run better." "HOST but run better" is an over-generalization of how RICE works. It's actually quite different from HOST, but without the context of being a BentoVid regular, one wouldn't have that information. The first would be solved simply by me being present. Myself and most my staff could not be present during 2023 (honestly I'm surprised RICE ran as well as it did without us. Speaks a lot to our community!). To deal with the second point, I decided to focus on clearing up and changing RICE's messaging. Clearing the messaging had a few purposes:

More clearly differentiate RICE from HOST

Discourage non-regulars from joining without being super exclusionary about it

Discourage overtly competitive people from joining RICE

Encourage feedback-orientated participants

Focus more on accessibility (as RICE already applied VPR to all entries, it made sense to extend accessibility in other ways)

I took the survey responses very seriously, and as such, rushed to make announcements of what the changes would be. I ended up announcing them the same month RICE ended - March. Proof here (that is a discord link). You can read the initial announcement there in the BentoVid server, but I ended up changing things even more, so here's the summary of what the changes ended up being:

Very strict content restrictions (slightly relaxed later)

Focus on feedback event FIRST (took out all mentions of "contest" and "best" on the website, replacing them with "event" and "most-liked" )

No cash prizes at all (previously it was a $175 pool)

More emphasis on what exactly the server culture is like and what you can expect (basically: RICE is stressful, it's full of server regulars, prepare yourself if you're new)

Permanent categories got permanent names (previously everything was able to be voted on and changed)

All winners only get one award (previously there were multiple designs and names made for each award)

We added CWs as well as VPRs into the RICE expectations

Everything possible was outlined on the website. I literally wrote out the schedule and everything that you could expect to happen, how it all worked, etc.

The fallout from 2023 RICE continued throughout the entire year. It seemed negative feelings regarding it rolled out into other issues BentoVid was having (behind the scenes, especially in the staff channels) and overall I was really not feeling great about RICE. I was seriously considering 2024 RICE being the last one I ever ran.

2023 Post-RICE survey analysis

During 2024 RICE prep (which started in October 2023), I went through the 2023 feedback again. I asked some vague questions to random people about how they felt about 2023 RICE, and their answers (most of which were not negative at all) really had me questioning my perception of the entire thing. I gave the 2023 post-RICE survey data to a friend of mine who used to analyze that kind of thing for a living (Vivafringe). I went through the answers and redacted personal information, summarizing answers if necessary, before giving it to him. As part of the analysis, I asked him a bunch of questions and he looked over all the data to answer those questions. Again, I will not share the actual data here (even anonymized), but I will share the analysis he provided. Full disclosure: Viva did participate in 2023 RICE.

Analysis of Negative Experiences

Did more people have a negative or positive time in 2023?

to answer this I didn't do any fancy analysis. I read the responses and just did a vibe check of "negative" (pretty clearly had a bad time), "neutral" (had some things they didn't like, but gave other positive feedback or just in general didn't seem like they gave a shit one way or the other), "positive" ("vars you're the best" type comments) I think "neutral" people, if you actually asked them, would say they had a positive time, but it's hard to say for sure anyway I rated 7/25 negative, 7/25 neutral, 11/25 positive notably a lot of people didn't respond to this survey and the non respondants were likely positive/neutral. So I don't think you should read those numbers and assume 28% of people had a negative experience the overwhelming complaint from basically everyone was too many videos for the time they had - 5/6 people with "negative" feedback were returnees - 2/6 of the people who wanted "competitive" contest had negative opinions. No real signal there I think

I said the complaints about the VCs were really bad though?

I count 4 people that complained about the vcs my takeaway from reading this is basically: - moderate the vcs from now on, advertise them as critique/nice/whatever (you already are doing this but just saying I agree) - if you get 76 vids again, give more time to watch stuff I don't know how you solve chat getting tense, that was another common complaint

Category drama? Context: some people were very vocal about RICE needing fixed categories like typical AMV contests

I read the category stuff and broadly classified them as wanting "fixed" cats, "unfixed" cats, or "neutral" as you might expect most people didn't give a strong opinion on it, 10/25 were neutral 5 people wanted fixed, 6 people explicitly wanted to keep things as it was now (unfixed) if you read "neutral" as support for the status quo, which I do, I think the way you're doing it is fine. especially because a lot of the fixed cat people (3/6) had negative experiences and won't be here this year

I expected a smaller turnout for 2024 RICE. All I was really hoping for were more editors than in 2022 (which only had 32). Editors in 2023: 56 Editors in 2024: 43 (+3 more if we count DQs) A 17 - 23% loss, depending on how you count this. My thoughts: 1. That's not that bad, to be honest 2. If we treat 2023 as an outlier, 2024 is an acceptable and expected amount of growth from 2022. 3. One of the main complaints in 2023 was that there were too many videos, so 2024 numbers are more desirable in this context.

Other data collected from 2023 RICE

While I was mostly concerned about the negative experiences, I thankfully had the foresight to ask some other questions about RICE that gave us some valuable data.

Kollab vs frame.io = kollab wins by landslide

Direction for rice: contest vs feedback = 15/22 say feedback

Will you make an account on a website to do rice stuff? 12/25 say no

basically everyone answered the "what does rice do differently" question with "the feedback is a lot better". So a way to make rice better is to streamline process for providing feedback.

How long people spend on RICE vids:

10/21 (of the people that responded) started working on their rice vid 1 month or longer in advance

the competitive people ("A contest where the best of the best wins") seem kind of in the middle, time wise. 3/6 spent less than 1 month, 2/6 spent 2 months exactly, 1 didn't respond.

there were 8 newcomers, but basically same conclusion. 4/8 started more than a month in advance. 3/8 took a few weeks

Google docs & PSVs RICE offers a google doc with video information instead of trying to put it all in a filename. We also offered detailed VPRs and CWs, and, in some cases, alternate versions of videos that are more friendly for photosensitive users (called PSVs).

3/25 people said they used the VPRs.

18/25 people used the infosheet

4/25 used the CWs

3/25 used PSVs

What about 2024 Post-RICE survey data?

I collected that. This blog entry is already the size of a novel so I'll put it in another entry, I guess. Stay tuned! (Don't hold your breath though) I will exit this entry with the following results from that survey: If you participated in 2023 RICE, what would you say your overall experience was? 15/18 answered overall positive 2/18 said they did not participate in 2023 1/18 said neutral 0/18 said overall negative If you participated last year (2023), would you say your experience THIS year (2024) was: 9/17 answered overall better than last year 7/17 said about the same as last year 1/17 said did not participate last year 0/17 said overall worse than last year Your overall 2024 RICE experience was: 17/18 answered positive 1/18 said neutral 0/18 said negative 0/18 said boring 2024 RICE had 43 editors and 62 videos.

#sqblog #vidblog

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catlliecal · 2 years

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Jirou and Mina for the character ask!!

Send me characters and I’ll answer questions on them!

Kyoka Jiro

Sexuality headcanon: Demisexual bi, with a preference towards girls. She’s had a guy crush before, but her first crush on a girl hit pretty damn hard, awakening out the disaster bi. Also polyamorous, though has only really been in monogamous relationships.

Gender headcanon: Cis girl, she/they. She did experiment around with her gender in middle school, seeing how she felt with different pronouns and if any other identity clicked with her. In the end, she found that she is comfortable with the gender assigned at birth, but also found that she clicks well with they/them in addition to she/her.

A ship I have with said character: MomoJiro. I could go on for days about how good these two are together, then being my favorite pairing for both of them. While at first this may appear as an opposites attract relationship, they actually share a lot more in common, as well as sharing their interests with each other (one of the analysis/data books has revealed that Momo has started listening to rock/punk because of Kyoka introducing it to her and sharing songs). They’re always looking out for each other, and you can easily see how they make each other happier just from being around one another. Couldn’t find a better ship involving these two of you tried.

A BrOTP I have with said character: BakuJiro. I do actually ship these two romantically together, but it’s a minor ship of mine than a major one, so I’m focusing on them platonically here. Now this is a case of opposites attract, though they both stand on equal ground with each other in terms of respect and, for lack of a better word, power in their friendship. Because of that, they get along well and enjoy each other’s company, as well as keeping each other in check.

A NOTP I have with said character: KamiJiro. While it does appear this is going to be the second canon ship between the students of 1-A, I just never really got into it. More ambivalent than actual dislike, but it’s not exactly something I’m seeking out fan content for. Their dynamic is that of an opposites attract, but there’s not the right elements present to make them work romantically. To me, they work best when they stay platonic and have a friendship full of playful teasing that knows when to take itself seriously.

A random headcanon: Bringing back an old one, that one being her having solid tech skills from working with instruments from such a young age. After all, one way to get better at something is to understand the tools used to achieve it. Plus, with her quirk being earphone jacks, I think tech knowledge can help with it.

As for a more recent one, she’s the kind of person who rarely paints her nails. Not because she doesn’t like it, but more because she’s very diligent about keeping her nails short (as it makes the bass and guitar easier to play) and feels like she wouldn’t get to enjoy the color much.

General Opinion over said character: Why don’t more people like her? She’s a really great supporting cast member! Her arc in the Culture Festival, while not battle focused, was very well done, both in terms of the themes of the series (what it means to save and reach out to people) and in terms of her character development (learning she doesn’t have to sacrifice her passion to work hard to be a Hero). She also gets really nice side moments that add nice bite to her character.

Mina Ashido

Sexuality headcanon: Pansexual demiromantic. The official analysis/data books state that she’s never liked anyone but wishes she can be in love, which encourages a lot of arospec readings of her. It’s easy to see her as cupioromantic, aromantic, grayaro, or demiromantic, the one I see her as. Friendships are very important to her, but one has never crossed that line into something more than friends. She knows she doesn’t have any real preference for any gender and just wants to have the chance to be with someone who makes her happy. Or someones, as she’s also polyamorous.

Gender headcanon: Cis girl, she/her (alt reading: genderfuild, she/they/he). So this is the first character so far where I have two headcanons in terms of gender. With the first one, she just kinda knew from the start that she’s sure of who she is, never really needing to question or test things out. With the second one, it’s the same level of assurance in which she is, playing around with how to refer to herself and how she wants to express her identity.

A ship I have with said character: TsuMina! They don’t have a ton of moments actively together, more just background stuff, but it’s enough for me! After all, this is my fave ship for both of them. They get along really well, both of them balancing each other out well to cover each other’s blind spots (I’m starting to notice a theme here). It’s energetic sunshine with level headed sunshine, and I find that appealing.

A BrOTP I have with said character: KiriMina. While the dynamic between the two was introduced in the second third of the series, I find it nice, though just platonically. The fact they went to the same middle school is interesting given the fact they didn’t seem to interact much there compared to now. They enjoy each other’s company and hang out a lot, and even give each other ideas. I just wish we got to see Mina’s perspective on things more, especially after her freeze up during the war at Jaku. Her story feels incomplete, sometimes coming off more like a part of Eijiro’s story than her own.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hmmm… I suppose SeroMina? This is definitely a case of ambivalence. I see why people ship them; I just have never really given Sero much thought at all. I shrug my shoulders when I see it, but it won’t necessarily turn me away from something involving it in the background.

A general headcanon: Bringing back another old one to say that she has a great skin care routine. It’s kinda needed in a lot of ways to make sure her body doesn’t dry up thanks to her acid. Sure, it has the tools it needs to stay healthy, but it’s still something she takes care of.

As for a new one, she’s taken a good number of roller skating lessons and almost tried out for derby (if that’s a thing over there). Her acid sliding skill we see in canon suggests a lot of practice, and given its resemblance to this actual sport, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has experiments in it! What started out as a fun activity with both her dads and mom for family bonding became a hobby, though one that she didn’t invest much in after focusing more on dance.

General Opinion on said character: I enjoy seeing her, but as I mentioned in the BrOTP section, there are parts to her story that feel incomplete, not helped at all by the recent increase in pacing. From little things to not knowing how she felt about her save back in middle school to how she’s processing Midnight’s death, she can feel more like parts of other stories rather than one that can contribute to others and stand on its own. Which is rather upsetting. I’m really grateful for fan work that fills in those gaps, but I wish we could have seen more from the published story.

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #ashido mina #kyoka jiro #jirou kyouka #sorry to end on a downer there whoops #but I’m enjoying sharing my thoughts on these characters!

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missnight0wl · 2 years

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Hi, hope you're well! Last night my brain went on a much unnecessary tangent, and long story short I'm entertaining the idea of there being two MCs in the game, one for the main storyline and one for the Quidditch storyline and all the side quests. I don't know whether I'll do anything with this, but I still wanted to ask you: as an exercise of imagination, how would you make it work?

Hello! I’m fine, and I hope you’re well, too! And once again, sorry for the late reply!

Hm, this is a pretty interesting idea! However, I do think it’d be rather difficult to execute, for multiple reasons.

The story

First of all, I think it might be hard to incorporate it into the narrative of the story. Now, I know that some people do make two MCs work for their personal stories just fine (indigobackfire and immagrosscandy come to mind), but making it universal for every player would assumingly complicate things a bit. But of course, I’m not saying it’s impossible.

Also, personally, I’d probably make the secondary MC a rather distant relative of the main MC. That way, they could know quite a lot about the main MC, but they wouldn’t be affected by e.g. the blood connection (if it turns out to be important at any point). I think it could even be like “a foster cousin” or something. Y’know, a child of MC’s mother’s friend, so they were very close growing up, yet they’re not actually related.

The technical aspect

I admit I’m no expert in this matter, but I suspect that having two MCs would be pretty hard to execute, purely from a technical point of view. Especially if we’d like to keep the game in its mobile format. I also know about the games where you play as different characters at various points, but I don’t think they allow for much customisation of those characters. Admittedly, my knowledge about video games is not super vast, so please, correct me if anyone knows better, but I imagine we wouldn’t have as much customisation as we do now.

I mean, I guess I can kind of see it working as The Sims, for example. But again, we’d simply have to turn HPHM into a much more complex game for that.

The selection of the side quests

While I see why you proposed the division to: “the main storyline, and the Quidditch storyline and all the side quests”, I believe it should be a bit more complex. Because if you really look into it, not all side quests are equal. For example, the Patronus TLSQ has a pretty strong connection to the main story, and I think it should be done by the main MC. In other words, in my opinion, all of the side quests should be first reviewed to judge whether they're actually important for the main storyline or not. Then, the important side quests could be either incorporated into the main story entirely or maybe they could remain being side quests, just completed by the main MC.

If it was up to me, I’d assigned the secondary MC to:

the Magical Creatures Reserve content,

the Quidditch content,

the Clubs content,

the dating content,

and obviously some of the side quests which don’t have important information.

Finally, I want to mention two more reflections of mine.

The first one is about the idea of “spin-offs”. I believe I actually mentioned it somewhere on my blog in the past already. It’s basically about creating separate games which could be connected by their content but not “physically”. I think it’d help a lot in organising the stories, if done properly. On top of that, it’d make each game much lighter. HPHM is really heavy in terms of data, and more and more people complain about the lag in the game. It’s really not a good direction, but JC doesn’t seem to care about it much.

The second idea is that maybe it would be good to give people a choice whether they want to play a certain part with the main or the secondary MC. Though I’m not sure if it’d be technically doable, especially if we consider the idea of spin-offs. Still, I want to mention it because I suspect some people might complain about not being able to play certain parts with their chosen MC. On the other hand, if the distinction existed in the game since the beginning, I suppose it’d be easier to accept that you can only date with the secondary MC etc.

I hope my answer was at least somewhat satisfying! And feel free to ask if I wasn’t clear enough about anything.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #jam city #ask #wannabeeliana

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sen-no-kotowari · 2 years

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PGR Amplifier Liv Character Profile

I'm back for a bit with Amplifier Liv's Character Profile! I am going to also post her other version's profile in the future so stay tuned for that. You can learn more about her in the cut down below!

Voice Line Data

Motion Voice Lines

Lobby Voice 1

Liv: Though Lucia doesn't often say it, she is keen on your acknowledgment of her. Even though Lee sometimes tells you harsh words, he truly is concerned about you just like I do. If it means that everybody would be safe and sound, then my sacrifice will be reciprocated.

Lobby Voice 2

Liv: Desire, oath, miracles—all of these somehow are tied to causality. The reason I was able to remain by your side like this now is nothing more than a strong desire left in the very depths of my heart.

Lobby Voice 3

Liv: If our encounter with each other can also be called a miracle, then... would the price for that miracle be this beating heart of mine enduring 'til the end of my life then?

Raise Affection Level

Liv: Yes, I quite like it. When I see this scenery that's full of life, I could imagine it—this planet brought back to life, and the future standing there together with you.

Repetitive Taps

Liv: Is there something wrong? There's no need for you to be worried... If you're worried about me, I'm right here.

Log-In

Liv: Until dawn breaks through the night, please stay with me, even for a while longer.

Online for a Long Time

Liv: I'm sorry... It's because I'm still unreliable that you're facing such hardships...

AFK

Liv: Since you're sleeping, it's okay for me to come close to you, right? ...Ah! Wha-, Co-commander...?! Don't tell me, were you awake this entire time?!

Shake

Liv: Is there an ongoing emergency? ...So it's one of your pranks then, Commander?

Offline for a Long Time

Liv: It's been a while, Commander... While you weren't here, the nightmares came back. It felt just like that day when you were in a coma, except I couldn't do anything but wait... As much as possible, please don't leave me like this for a long time...okay?

Introduction and Formation

Structure Acquired

Liv: ...Good morning, Commander. I've been always waiting for you to open your eyes again, all this time...

Level Up

Liv: I shall devote myself to becoming the last hope of humanity in saving a multitude of lives.

Advancement

Liv: A rise in rank? I no longer need it.

Model Improvement

Liv: I've been remodeled, just as planned... I'll save more people in need of help, without fail.

Skill Upgrade

Liv: The number of casualties from the war has decreased... I have to be faster.

Equipment

Liv: I could save more people in proportion to the improvement of the weapon's efficency, right?

Add in Team

Liv: I won't let anybody else die.

Assign as Captain

Liv: Understood, I will protect everyone. ...No matter what lies ahead of us.

Mission Accomplished

Liv: Mission accomplished. War trophies and rewards have already been sorted and placed in the storage room.

Daily Small Talks

Voice Line 1

Liv: The stars shining down on the night sky are really beautiful. Their radiance within the darkness is reminiscent of life existing in a post-apocalyptic world. That's why, I... don't want both the land and sky to be devoid of life.

Voice Line 2

Liv: For every miracle, there is a corresponding cost—in order to establish a future free from strife, I left countless lives in an everlasting frost. I'm not the first one, nor will I be the last one.

Voice Line 3

Liv: Though the remaining life I have is meager, I immediately thought of wanting to live beside everyone. When everybody needed help at that time, I couldn't forgive myself who wasn't there.

Voice Line 4

Liv: Let's light a bonfire, just until the morning sun rises. If I can expel the looming darkness in this land, then I don't mind burning all of myself into ashes.

Voice Line 5

Liv: For the sake of obtaining a sliver of hope, I paid several consequences...

Voice Line 6

Liv: Shadows exist behind those who chase after the light. But, right now... everyone's here by my side. Even within the darkness, you can feel the warmth of others.

Voice Line 7

Liv: Before I was enlisted in the Gray Raven, I always told myself that I want to be a part of a warmhearted place... But that dream has already been granted because every single day I spent here was truly blissful... Now it's my turn to protect other people's dreams.

Voice Line 8

Liv: The waiting time whenever my Structure model's being adjusted was unbearable. My memories with the Gray Raven Unit were my only solace during those times.

Voice Line 9

Voice Line 10

Liv: Among the vast number of stars, only the Northern Star showed people the way... Hehe, these words remind me of the person standing in front of me right now—an admirable person shining radiantly who belongs to no one.

Voice Line 11

Voice Line 12

Liv: If our encounter with each other can also be called a miracle, then... would the price for that miracle be this beating heart of mine enduring 'til the end of my life then?

Voice Line 13

Liv: I am prepared to sacrifice myself, I promise I will protect any secret there is. I only wish for you to watch over me as I continue living my own life until the very end.

Voice Line 14

Liv: "Understood," "I've already prepared myself." ...Even though I've repeatedly told myself these words, I could vaguely see your face from the depths of my heart... But this feeling simply won't disappear. Perhaps those were my lingering attachments in response to my desire "to live."

Voice Line 15

Liv: No matter how far the future is, even if life is a futile dream, I will find you in the darkest night sky and offer you what remaining time I have left.

Raise Affection Level

Voice Line 1

Liv: Thank you very much, Commander.

Voice Line 2

Liv: ...I've already received plenty of gifts from everybody.

Voice Line 3

Liv: One mustn't stop being kind toward others, isn't that right?

Voice Line 4

Liv: Although I'm thankful for your kindness, it might be better to give this to people who need it more than I do... It's for me, you say...? I...

Voice Line 5

Liv: Even if you did not do a single thing, I'd always take notice of you.

Voice Line 6

Liv: I'd like for you to please share the cross you're bearing with me, Commander. I don't wish to see you bear that heavy burden, all on your own.

Voice Line 7

Liv: Commander, could you please grant a single wish of mine? No matter what happens, please don't forget about me.

Voice Line 8

Liv: I've treasured all of the things you've given me. Every time I see them, I remember you. Somehow, I also feel like your absence made my heart grow fonder.

Voice Line 9

Liv: I could feel the hopes and wishes you've entrusted to me... My heart feels very warm. If only you would stay here, I think I'll continue walking on until I could no longer do so.

Voice Line 10

Liv: Precisely because my remaining time to be happy is short, I feel that I should cherish the moment right now.

Voice Line 11

Liv: ...The confusion left inside my Sea of Consciousness is slowly disappearing... ...Hrm... If I start to feel less tense, I feel sleepy... ...I'm sorry... stay by your side... (softly breathes)... Mmn... (softly breathes)... ...Commander. ...Commander...

Voice Line 12

Liv: Could you... please come a little bit closer to me? Just like that fleeting dream. What kind of dream? ...It's a secret.

Voice Line 13

Liv: This warmth... Please let me lean on you, just for a little while longer.

Voice Line 14

Liv: I cannot embrace all of this world's coldest nights. However, you could embrace me, who exists within those nights.

Voice Line 15

Liv: Are you heading for battle now? Or will you be writing the mission report? Wherever you're headed, I wish to accompany you. ...I'm sorry, have I troubled you?

Voice Line 16

Liv: Yes, I quite like it. When I see this scenery that's full of life, I could imagine it—this planet brought back to life, and the future standing there together with you.

AFK

Voice Line 1

Liv: This place is quiet...

Voice Line 2

Liv: ...Oh, it seems like you feel asleep. Seems that we should call it a day now...

Voice Line 3

Liv: Commander?! Commander! ...You're just sleeping, huh.

Voice Line 4

Liv: Since you're sleeping, it's okay for me to come close to you, right? ...Ah! Wha-, Co-commander...?! Don't tell me, were you awake this entire time?!

Voice Line 5

Liv: It's okay, I'll take a break just like this. You're here, so long as you're here by my side, it's more than enough.

Online for a Long Time

Voice Line 1

Liv: Commander, you've gone over the required work hours. Let's take a break now.

Voice Line 2

Liv: Please come a little bit closer. I wish to do something to soothe the Commander who has been working hard lately.

Voice Line 3

Liv: I'm sorry... It's because I'm still unreliable that you're facing such hardships.

Voice Line 4

Liv: While I did say that it's okay to take a break as long as you're not doing work on the side, but...No matter how I look at it, you're working on something, right? (Sigh)... You have an idea of what it is I want to say, right Commander?

Voice Line 5

Liv: It's definitely because you, yourself, are safe right now that you can move toward the future together with everyone. Commander, if I ever— ...Even if I'm no longer with you, I hope you learn to love yourself more.

Log-In

Voice Line 1

Liv: Commander, I've finalized all of the mission for today. Please feel free to verify them.

Voice Line 2

Liv: Because I could see there's hope, you don't need to worry too much. I will do everything appropriately and would never betray everyone's expectations.

Voice Line 3

Liv: So you're here. Eh? Was it surprising that you can't surprise me from behind now? Since I've been assigned to the Raven Unit for a long time, it seems I could sense your presence even if you were to quietly approach me.

Voice Line 4

Liv: Welcome back. It seems like I can peacefully spend the day with you as well. Eh? Why is that, you ask? ...Oh, it's nothing. Looks like there's no need for me to needlessly worry, so long as you safely come back home.

Voice Line 5

Liv: Until dawn breaks through the night, please stay with me, even for a while longer.

Voice Line 6

Liv: Good morning, did you have a good rest? That's right... I've been waiting for you to come this entire time. No, there weren't any emergency missions. I just... dreamt of a frightening dream. You weren't here, no matter where I search... Just like that day.

Voice Line 7

Liv: Even if the lonely lamb became an existence carrying a multitude of hope, it will unconsciously search for the presence of its shepherd. Welcome back, Commander.

Voice Line 8

Liv: I dreamt of a very happy dream yesterday. The land has been revived, the city remnants were surrounded by colorful floras, and the people living in that brand-new world were full of smiles... You were also among those people. Eh, what about me? I...

Offline for a Long Time

Shake

Voice Line 1

Liv: Is there an on-going emergency? ...So it's one of your pranks then, Commander?

Voice Line 2

Liv: Please, come back, Commander!

Voice Line 3

Liv: I'll protect everybody.

Repetitive Taps

Voice Line 1

Liv: Is there something wrong? There's no need for you to be worried... If you're worried about me, I'm right here.

Voice Line 2

Liv: That day too... You were trying to wake me up just like this.

Voice Line 3

Liv: The Commander's hands are really warm. It's a little embarrassing, but I don't dislike being touched by you.

Activity Task Full

Liv: The activity taskbar has reached the max value. Would you like to take a break soon? If it's possible... Please hand some of your work to me as well.

Battle Dialogues

Battle Start/Character Switch

Liv: I shall return all of this calamity to the void with me.

Voice Line 1

Liv: The flames of purity shall bring salvation.

Voice Line 2

Liv: I am no longer powerless.

Voice Line 3

Liv: Vanish within the light.

Ultimate Skill 1

Liv: These hardships... shall be incinerated to oblivion here.

Ultimate Skill 2

Liv: Hope... will be reborn from the ashes!

Light Damage

Liv: Grh... I can withstand it.

Heavy Damage

Liv: ...I must not let everything end here...

Incapacitated

Liv: ...I'm sorry, in the end... I have failed...

Friend Support

Liv: I've been able to confirm the support objective.

QTE

Liv: Please let me handle it.

Battle End

Liv: May you rest in peace, because I shall free you from that prison called "agony."

Structure Documentation

Document Detail 1

BPN-08—the model name is Solaeter, an Amplifier-type Structure model. It's the latest Specialized Structure model developed by the Science Council and has the ability to "purify" the Punishing. The actual principle behind this is that the model would absorb the Punishing and exterminate it through the Omega-type weapon installed inside the model.

Document Detail 2

To import the data gathered from a certain emissary to this model, the Solaeter is endowed with a unique characteristic that is almost identical to an emissary's. Along with the data recording of the Punishing being "purified" streaming into Liv's Sea of Consciousness, she vicariously experiences the emotions of the people suffering from this calamity in a form closely similar to virtual reality.

Document Detail 3

"...It's for the sake of all humankind's wellbeing." After she changed her model, Liv was overflowing with love and affection toward all creation without fear or favor. She equally loves all humans and is determined to fight until the bitter end for the future of all humankind, without ever considering her own future.

Document Detail 4

The wings on her model were suggested by Liv herself and are made from an extremely durable material. While it was made to be lightweight, it allows stable flight even when at high output. It could also be used as a shield when needed.

Document Detail 5

"This is my answer, my decision... I never gave up, not even once." Liv herself doesn't have any regrets about her choice. She lives her life without fearing death for the sake of the life she holds dear, for the sake of the time she cherishes so much. Even if the future is something far-fetched in the wake of illusions and phantom pain, she took a step towards the future, smiling.

Document Detail 6

Just like how Liv took up arms for the people she holds dear, the people who long to protect her wish want to walk the same path as her and face the bright future ahead of them together. Amidst the torrent of her memories, Liv finally attained her wish.

Rumors and Secrets

Secret 1 The Star of Life's Fool, who never knew Liv's name, calls Liv an "angel." Liv herself, however, isn't aware of that fact.

Secret 2 She was actually quite pleased with the Solaeter model since she could feel that she attained the power to change everything. Since the operation time was short, however, Liv regrets that she wasn't able to save more people.

Secret 3 Liv bears the adverse effects of the overload on her Sea of Consciousness and Consciousness Decay underneath her gentle smile. She hasn't talked to anyone about what she thought about the suffering she experienced in her Sea of Consciousness nor the pain and separation that plagued her life.

Secret 4 Solaeter's aerial elevation is slightly higher than Luminescence. The model's higher field of vision made Liv a little bit sensitive to motion sickness, so she lowers her altitude as much as possible during standby.

Secret 5 After Liv changed model, she was gifted with the unique ability to draw small animals in. Birds constantly gather around her in particular.

Secret 6 Once in a while, she imagines what kind of life awaits them at the end of their war with the Punishing. Although Liv could visualize the beautiful future she hopes for her precious friends and comrades, she rarely thinks about her own future.

Secret 7 Because the Omega-type weapon is installed in the Solaeter model, Liv's model temperature is a bit higher compared to her previous models—it was easier to notice her bashfulness since the blush of her cheeks is redder than before.

Secret 8 The sheep plushie Liv usually sleeps with on her maintenance capsule was donated to a youth development center before she carried out her final mission.

Secret 9 Liv used to help out at Eden's greenhouse before. Whenever she talked with the greenhouse's staff, she occasionally almost called the plants by the nickname she gave them. Just like she remembers the name of all the people she saved, she remembers the name and growth state of all the plants she raised.

Secret 10 "To start a flower shop or become a part of the forest rangers"—After she returned to Eden, Liv talked to the Commander about her dreams and aspiration when she was a child. Now that she became a Structure, she had saved an infant, protected a group of people taking shelter in a safe area from the driving rain, and taken upon the wishes of hundreds and thousands of people herself. The Commander she loves dearly answered her: "The young Liv's childhood dreams came true in a different shape than she had imagined."

Secret 11 Liv is embarrassed to have her back seen by the Commander so she oftentimes tries to face her back away from the Commander's sight.

Secret 12 What Liv wrote the most inside the Queen of the Night[1] origami was "The Commander hasn't woken up today as well."

月下美人 (lit. Moonlit Beauty) or more commonly known as Dutchman's pipe cactus/Queen of the Night is a cacti flower that blooms at a single night between July and October.

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