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rosebrushstars · 3 years ago

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Year End Wrap Up 12signs

Happy New Year✨✨✨

My new year resolution is to live every day of this year with love and hope.

I will get distracted in the way for sure but I’ll make sure to be kind to myself.

This is the thank you post for every sign.(or maybe a little shady lol)

Ofc I don’t have 12 best friends but some of the strangers that I got to know online were so kind to me even though we had never talked.

So here I am being so grateful for the unconditional encounter of my life.

Happy Jupiter in Pisces though Im a little late. ❤

To Virgo

You are the go-to person when I get lost in my hometown.

This Scorpio doesn’t remember something they’re not interested in.

Also thank you for scolding and guiding me at the same time.

Maybe because you rule 6H of routine, you remember all the street names and the alternate routes in case there’s a traffic jam.

I only remember the names of the places I like to go.

To Leo

You always scare me when you talk.

Please give me a waring before you yell out a fact.

Also if possible, don’t get drunk.

It feels so weird to see a lion twerking.

I sometimes think I could blackmail you with those picture you took of yourself with my phone when u were drunk.

To Cancer

How can you treat people like u r their mother and cry like a baby at the same time?

How can you still be a water sign if you cannot tell if im mad at you or not?

And also don’t say things like “YOU WERE MAD AT ME???” with that innocent face only after we have made up.

Again please don’t give a second or third chance to those motherfuckers without telling me.

You are literally torturing me when you says “oh! that girl? I told her it was only 100 bucks and I even lent her another 20.”

To Aries

Every time you go out without planning anything, it freaks me out.

Your normal voice is literally a scream for me

I get scared when you get angry and also stop cursing random people online.

But in the end you are the one who would shamelessly argue with a 10 year old for queue-jumping when I was just standing still processing what happened.

You are also a go-to guy for making appointments for this Pisces Mars.

To Gemini

First of all, stop showing off your knowledge.

Reduce your speed of talking as well. Im a bit deaf.

Everybody judges you being a talking-all-the-time person but they don’t know you are also a very good listener.

Thank you for listening to me patiently when Im having an existential crisis.

You know what? if you are a party host, I’ll be the one who would be standing in a corner somewhere.

Thank you for introducing me to new people when Im overthinking to start a conversation.

To Aquarius

Why does it seem normal for you to say yes to everything I request?

Drop me off at the cafe if you are going out somewhere.

Give this to my friend if you meet them.

Pick my packages if you get the chance.

I mean do you even understand the word “IF”?

You don’t have to necessarily do that.

Although sometimes, you bluntly give me weird excuses like you are having a date with your newly-bought electronic device or learning some weird subjects that nobody has ever heard of.

I feel so weird when you are trying to act cool.

To Sagittarius

Please act like you don’t know me in public places.

Your 9H energy freaks me out whenever you laugh.

How can you be out all night and still keeping that crazy energy?

Also don’t you have ears? Because whenever you r up to something, you go deaf mode. You can’t hear me yelling “THAT’S A CRAZY IDEA!!!”.

How can you flirt with every guy you meet?

You terrified me when you told your mom you were going out with me but in reality I had to third-wheel your date.

And this is the last time I tell you, stop sending me memes at 2 am every night.

To Taurus

You are everything I want to be.

My ideal person is you.

You are so down-to-earth and stable all the time.

To me, you are nicer than a Cancer.

Even though you don’t effing say how you feel, you’re still a human.

Stop fucking suppressing your emotions.

Don’t say things like “IT’S OK, EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN LIFE GOING ON, IM JUST FEELING A BIT........”

A BIT??????

Stop trying to solve everything on your own, you idiot.

I think I will win the lottery the day you say “I NEED YOUR HELP”.

To Pisces

You also need help, you little kind-to-everyone fish.

You tell me you get bullied.

I tell you to call me next time when they come to you.

The next time, you call me only after you get bullied again.

Are you that dumb or do you just want to drive me crazy?

I go nuts every time you tell me about your day.

You might be so happy to let everyone take granted for your kindness.

But I don’t. Thank god I only have Pisces Mars n my other placements r mean.

YOU stop that kindness to wrong people right away.

To Libra

Here we go again talking about how to think for yourselves.

I wish you get married to an Aries and get your freaking scales destroyed.

You are diplomatic and beautiful at the same time. Congratulations.

But you know sometimes, you have to be the first one to choose something.

Don’t say “I’LL TAKE THE LAST ONE LEFT”

I also hate the fact that you look good in everything u wear and the way you can talk like a Miss Universe.

To Capricorn

You act like you don’t feel any kind of emotions but I know for a fact that you just don’t like to express it.

Your way of telling ppl that you care is helping them achieving what they want in their life.

But people ask you to say those clingy words that you are not comfortable to say, don’t they?

I understand. You can show your love in your own way.

I know it’s hard when there are ppl appreciating Cancer’s way of showing affection.

Still, thank you for being yourself.

See? I understand you.

So stop telling yourself, you would rather be alone with millions of dollars in ur bank account than getting to know people deeply.

To Scorpio

You are doing great.

Thank you for being yourself.

This is short cuz Im writing this to myself.

#astrology #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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cheri-translates · 3 years ago

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[CN] Gavin’s Divination Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 占卜之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Released on 16 September 2021 ]

MC: Gavin, I’ve been way too unlucky recently! I fell down while riding a bicycle, the water supply was cut halfway during a shower, and last week, three flights were delayed by more than two hours within the span of three days... Sob sob, life is so difficult...

It’s a Saturday, and Gavin has come over to my house to kill time as usual. The moment we meet, I can’t help but wail about how I painstakingly got through the week.

As though he’s comforting a small animal, his palm gently covers the top my head.

Gavin: You’ve already told me these things.

He pulls me over to sit on the sofa, then leans over to look at my knee. Knowing his intentions and feeling afraid that he’s genuinely worried, I hurriedly wave my hands.

MC: Actually, it wasn’t a serious fall, and my skin didn’t tear. There were a few red cuts, but they're gone now.

Even after confirming the veracity of what I said, Gavin doesn’t straighten up. His fingers rub my knee, conveying his belated consolation.

After a while, he rests an arm on the sofa while turning his head towards me.

Gavin: Want to drink milk tea or eat cake? Didn’t you say that with these two things, even the worst of moods can be turned into the clearest of skies?

With this reminder, a location instantly flashes past my mind.

MC: Let’s drink coffee!

I reach for my phone on the coffee table. Tapping on my saved searches, I show Gavin a shop.

MC: This one - Witch Café. The name’s a little outdated, but it’s really popular recently. I’ve seen many people checking in on Moments.

MC: The manager of this shop knows divination, and the reviews mentioned that she’s really accurate...

MC: Also, if the results from the divination aren’t that great, she could help turn my fortune around.

MC: The shop sells lots of objects used for changing one’s fortune, such as crystal rings and bracelets.

MC: I think what I need most right now, aside from you... would be a change of fortune!

Gavin bursts into a laugh, then lifts his head to look at me.

Gavin: It’s my fault for not learning divination to change your fortune for the better. Otherwise, you’d only need me.

Gavin’s quick wit causes me to do a thumbs-up.

MC: Wow. Your logic... makes a little bit of sense.

He scrolls down my phone screen, taking a casual look at the café’s introduction.

Gavin: Mm, it looks really interesting and isn’t very far.

MC: It’s really nearby. It’s only a few kilometres away, and there definitely won’t be a traffic jam at his hour. But it’s the weekend, so I’m not sure if we’d need to queue.

Gavin takes my phone from my hand, then pushes me on the back gently.

Gavin: Get changed. I’ll give them a call to make a reservation.

I immediately get up, giving him a deliberately formal bow.

MC: Understood.

The internet-famous café is even more popular than I imagined. Although it isn’t time for afternoon tea yet, the shop is already fully packed.

Fortunately, we’re seated in a relatively quiet corner next to the window. However, we can still hear a few ladies from the neighbouring table fervently discussing the results of their divination.

I tug on Gavin’s sleeve from across the table.

MC: Gavin, you’ve never believed in such things, have you?

Gavin: Divination?

Gavin nods frankly, then suddenly chuckles.

Gavin: I initially wanted to say that I didn’t believe it. But I suddenly remembered that an Evolver who can predict the future is sitting right in front of me.

MC: ...that’s true?!

Realising this, I sink into a deep contemplation. Gavin reaches out to scratch the tip of my nose.

Gavin: I meant that as a joke. It’s impossible to meet a second Evolver with a precognition ability.

I glare at Gavin angrily. He shifts his gaze, looking at the manager who is currently talking to patrons.

Gavin: But she is an Evolver.

MC: Really?

I turn my head to look. The manager is wearing a black apron, and she’s bending down as she patiently explains the divination symbol to a patron, her smile warm and amiable.

She exudes an aura which makes whatever she says very believable.

Just as my anticipation is hooked, Gavin stifles it with his words.

Gavin: But it definitely isn’t related to precognition.

MC: I see...

When Gavin sees that my anticipation has dampened, he pushes a blueberry cake in front of me.

Gavin: Don’t feel disappointed yet. Divination has never needed to rely on Evol. You’ll know if it’s accurate after giving it a try.

He digs a small piece of cake with a spoon, then brings it over to me. Munching on it, my eyes widen as I look at him.

MC: Incredibly! Delicious!

The cake exceeded my expectations. Thinking that the coffee might be pretty good too, I quickly lift the cup of coffee from the table.

In the meantime, Gavin picks up the explanatory card the manager had just brought over, and starts reading from it.

Gavin: It says that once you’ve finished drinking the coffee, you have to press the bell to call for the manager. The manager will obtain the divination results after observing the shape of the coffee sediments.

Gavin: Before the divination, you could think of the contents of the divination first.

Gavin: If you have a ring or another token, you could prepare it beforehand. Place it at the bottom of the cup afterwards to increase the effectiveness.

After reading this, he rests his chin against his hand while chuckling softly.

Gavin: It’s almost the same as the tarot cards we tried the last time.

I take the explanatory card from him. Opening it up, I give it a sweeping glance.

MC: ...so it’s tasseography. I did research on it when we were playing with tarot cards the last time. Afterwards, I realised how complicated it is to interpret the divination results, so I gave up on learning it.

Finishing the rest of the coffee in one gulp, I press the copper bell at the corner of the table.

Upon hearing the bell, the manager looks up and shoots me a smile while washing a coffee cup. After wiping her hands, she walks over to us.

Manager: Are the both of you done with your coffee?

Seeing me nod in anticipation, she picks up the serving tray on the table, placing it next to the coffee cup.

Manager: May I know how I should address you?

MC: MC.

Manager: MC, lift the coffee cup and sway it gently while contemplating on your divination question. Once you’re done, place the cup upside down onto the tray.

I follow her instructions.

After a short while, she uncovers the cup, displaying the shape of the coffee sediments inside it.

Manager: Based on the results, you seem to have been going through a rough time lately, and your mood hasn’t been great. Is this correct?

MC: !!!

I immediately look at Gavin, thinking that this is far too accurate.

The manager seems to detect an affirmation from my expression. She sets down the coffee cup, then retrieves two wrapped chocolate cookies from her apron.

Manager: I made them this afternoon, and they’re for you. Based on the shape of the coffee sediments, although you might have experienced some rough moments recently, all the unhappy moments have already passed. Over the next few days, you’ll receive good news in succession, and you’ll be happier.

While saying this, she leans over, her slightly curled hair exuding a floral fragrance which refreshes the soul, causing me to be left in a mild daze.

Gavin suddenly speaks up.

Gavin: You’re using Evol.

The manager pauses in fright. For a moment, she’s at a loss, and has no choice but to bow slightly with her hands by her side.

Manager: I’m sorry, have I offended the both of you?

Seeing her frantic expression, I hurriedly shake my head.

MC: I-it’s fine... we don’t discriminate against Evolvers. And I’m sure you didn’t have malicious intentions.

The manager’s shoulders slump in resignation, admitting her “little magic” to us candidly.

Manager: ...I just wanted to send a flower into your memories.

MC: Send a flower?

Seeing that I didn’t understand what she meant, she explains patently.

Manager: Sorry, that’s a phrase I use in the shop.

Manager: Through tasseography, I can truly tell that you haven’t been in a good mood recently. But it’s very difficult to change your future fortune.

Manager: In order to lift the spirits of patrons who do divinations, I use my Evol to alter their memories slightly.

Manager: However, my Evol has its limits. The only thing I can do is add something small that’s worthwhile of happiness into their unhappy memories, such as a flower.

Manager: Are you willing to give it a try?

Considering how frank she is, I can’t find a reason to refuse. Furthermore, no incidents will occur with Gavin around.

MC: Mm...

The manager’s hand gently glides across me. Although I feel as though nothing happened, she signals that she’s done. Gavin stares at me curiously.

Gavin: Are there any changes to your memories?

I inexplicably recall the time when I fell off the bicycle, and images beginning from the moment I fell surface in my mind -

The path in front of me is tilted, and I can’t control my plummet towards my left side.

These images are exactly the same as what actually happened, but in the very last snippet -

In an unremarkable corner of the crosswalk, a blue wild flower sways along with the breeze.

MC: A flower? There’s really a flower!

For some reason, seeing this flower enveloped in sunlight causes my emotions to become much more composed, reducing the annoyance I felt about the fall.

The manager releases a joyful sigh, then continues her soft explanation on why she does such things.

Manager: People often have a deep impression of negative things, while happy moments are fleeting. Unhappy memories linger much longer in memories.

Manager: So I thought - if I could add an element of happiness into the unhappy memories of patrons, such as a flower, or a ray of sunlight...

Manager: Their unhappy memories may become a little brighter. On a subconscious level, their mood would naturally become better.

Manager: With a good mood to lift them up, they’d focus on the positive aspect of things the next time they face something else. That’s why they’d find that their fortunes have truly turned for the better.

After saying this, the manager looks at the both of us before apologising again softly.

Manager: Even though I use Evol on patrons, I don’t have malicious intentions. Could you be magnanimous and not report me?

I toss a glance at Gavin, hoping that the Captain would close an eye this time.

After pondering for a moment, Gavin nods calmly at the manager.

Gavin: I won’t report you, but don’t use Evol on patrons in the future.

He looks at me from the side, then reaches out to grab a tissue before wiping it gently against the corner of my lips. Lowering my head, I spot blueberry coloured cream on the white tissue.

Gavin: I believe that your coffee and snacks are enough to bring patrons happiness.

The manager grabs my hand in relief, thanking me repeatedly.

Manager: Thank you both for liking my coffee and cakes. I’ll give another present to the both of you.

By the time we leave the café, it’s still early. Gavin and I aren’t in a hurry to go back. Holding hands, we take a stroll beneath the shade of trees.

We can’t help but bring up what happened in the café earlier.

MC: It turns out that it’s so simple to change one’s mood. Adding an element of happiness into unhappy memories is enough.

Surrounded by the chirping of cicadas, even Gavin’s voice reveals a refreshing and carefree touch of summer.

Seeing his slightly sweat-damped fringe sticking to his temples, I retrieve a tissue from my bag and wipe it for him.

Gavin: I remember that you once mentioned that the secret to maintaining a happy life is to focus on the positive side of things.

While saying this, Gavin takes the tissue in my hand and stores it into his own pocket.

MC: Mm, that’s right! Actually, such forms of self comfort are pretty effective.

MC: Even though I fell while riding a bike, I told myself that it was fortunate that it wasn’t anything more than a fall.

MC: When the water supply was cut while I was showering, it only happened because I didn’t pay attention to the announcement by the property management...

MC: I’d just learn from this experience and check the announcement board more often.

MC: Also, the flights were delayed due to torrential rain. It was an objective reason, and nobody could have expected it.

MC: A lady from the airline company even gave me orange juice and a small gift.

Gavin chuckles leisurely, meeting my gaze from the corner of his eyes.

Gavin: Many things may not have happened according to how you wished over the short span of a week. Immersing yourself in the state of mind that everything wouldn’t go smoothly made you forget to look at the positive side of everything.

MC: Mm, but I can’t help it... Maintaining an optimistic outlook is really difficult. It’s inevitable to feel discouraged.

While saying this, I tighten my grip on his hand.

MC: But now, I know that if I face any unhappy moments in the future, I just have to search for a flower.

Gavin stops in his footsteps, lowering his eyes and giving me a smile.

Gavin: Have you thought of a new method to cheer yourself up?

I release a matter-of-fact “mm”. Pulling his collar, I give him a gentle peck on the chin.

MC: Whenever I face an unlucky incident, all I have to do is tell you immediately, and I’d immediately be comforted by you...

MC: That way, I’d no longer be unhappy.

Gavin is taken aback momentarily. Then, he smiles faintly while looking at me.

MC: Whether it’s a fall or a delayed flight... The moment I share these things with you, the moodiness in my heart vanishes like smoke. The reason why I specially complained to you today was just to play coy.

I draw closer to him, swinging our interlaced hands.

MC: In the café earlier, I didn’t take the crystal bracelet she offered to change my fortune for the better...

MC: I already have a bracelet which can bring me the greatest luck in the world.

I lower my head. Fragments of sunlight fall onto the ginkgo bracelet, refracting resplendent and exquisite faint light.

MC: This ginkgo leaf makes me happier than any other flower. No matter when, simply looking at it lifts my mood instantly.

Gavin doesn't release my hand. Instead, he pulls my hand to his back, bringing me into his arms gently.

The verdant trees and chirping of cicadas intertwine. The clean fragrance of shower gel from the side of his neck causes me to wrap my arms around him tightly.

Gavin: I knew that you were playing coy. Trivial matters have never influenced your mood. You’re always very good at comforting yourself and seeing the positive side of everything. But the bracelet alone isn’t enough. The next time you come looking for me, I’ll definitely do something that’d make you even happier.

After saying this, he can’t help but release a resigned chuckle.

Gavin: ...even though I haven’t thought of what I’d do.

I burst into a chuckle, then bury my head into his embrace completely.

Gavin: But there will definitely be things that I can do to add an element of happiness into your unhappy memories.

Dense green hues and shadows fall on his shoulders. Lifting my head, I see faint light riding the wind through crevices of large clouds in the faraway sky.

Leisurely and carefree ants pass by the slabstone road, winding around a fallen green leaf, and I can’t tell if they’re taking a stroll or scavenging for food.

Summer is flourishing, and this moment is incomparably tranquil.

My heart is filled to the brim with contentedness and happiness. Even my tone is relaxed and at ease.

MC: Gavin, you have to promise me one thing. If you’re unhappy about something in the future, you have to tell me about it immediately, okay? I can add many, many elements of happiness into your memories so that you wouldn’t even have half a second of unhappiness. I can guarantee that.

I lift my head to look at Gavin. With our close proximity, I can see his amber eyes reflecting large swathes of lush branches and leaves belonging exclusively to midsummer.

The gentleness flowing from these eyes aren’t stingy at all as they land on my face.

MC: We have to be the ever-fresh and blooming flowers in each of our memories, forever swaying in the wind.

Gavin releases a soft “okay”. He rests his chin on my shoulder, tightening his grip around my waist.

He murmurs at my ear.

Gavin: There’s no need for a guarantee. Your existence has always been the most brightly-coloured flower in my memories.

[ MOMENTS ]

Gavin’s Post: Different flavours of sodas seem to be really popular this summer.

MC: In order to clear the existing stock in the fridge, it’s time to have supper!

Gavin: Pick between mala crayfish and barbecue?

Gavin’s Post: Different flavours of sodas seem to be really popular this summer.

MC: Soda is always the best!

Gavin: Although that’s true, it’s best to drink fewer cold beverages.

Gavin’s Post: Different flavours of sodas seem to be really popular this summer.

MC: Pick between white peach and tangerine!

Gavin: I’ll pick the one you like less.

☕ Call: here

☕ Support the café (not the one mentioned in the date) by dropping by the tip jar!

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc gavin #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE FLUFF #the disjunct between his sprite and his outfit in the karma brings me physical pain BUT ALL IS FORGIVEN

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rascalcurious · 2 years ago

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going to be away from my computer for the next week so i’ll be unable to make cc :((( . right now i have 2 pieces of cc that i can queue up, and hopefully i’ll have some more by the time i’m gone.

right now i have

4t2 conversion of candysims isabel

4t2 conversion of aharris00britney halle :)

other wips

dogsill lucille (basically finished but not jointed properly, i’ll probably get this one out when i get back)

daylifesims chamomile (adult mesh converted, this hair has a polycount of 40k so i’ll need to reduce that before posting)

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stabbysideblog · 3 years ago

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I posted 33,068 times in 2021

715 posts created (2%)

32353 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 45.2 posts.

I added 21,186 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#why is techno so done? why is dream being such an a-hole? what is dream doing? i know my answers but please tell me what you think in the c

My Top Posts in 2021

Wilbur clutched the blue in one hand and the totem in the other. It was storming and Philza held a trident ready for the moment it started thundering. “Are you ready Wilbur?”

The ghost nodded even though he very much felt like he wasn’t “Yes Philza, I’m fucking ready”

Everyone gathered together held their breath in anticipation. Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, and Eret all stood together in silent unity. A thunderbolt struck the ground behind Philza casting dark shadows on his face for a second “Okay it’s time, here it goes” He lifts up the channeling trident and throws it at Wilbur, it hits him and the totem beings him back, before anyone can blink another bolt of lightning hits him reducing him to ash. “NO!” Wilbur logs out. There’s shocked silence for a few seconds then a voice

“Hello?” the voice sounds familiar, it’s Dream

What? Everyone shouts at once

“Dream? That doesn’t even make sense, why would Ghostbur die and see someone who’s alive!” Eret shouts in frustration pacing back and forth “Maybe our research was flawed?”

“I’m dead” Dream said it matter of factly “I have been for awhile” everyone pasues

Tommy scoffed “Bullshit Dream I know you’re alive, who else blew up l’manburg? Don’t fall for his mind games, he’s trying to be a ghost in yo heads”

“That’s not me, Who all is here?”

“Me, Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, and Ranboo”

“I don’t know who- look I’m going to come back with WIlbur’s body. I’ll explain more when I do, but I need you to kill me, my body. That’s not me”

668 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 16:05:52 GMT

Ranboo SAID he’s not going to do split personality because he wants to be respectful to people with DID and stuff like that.

HOWEVER anyone who had parents that yelled and were verbally abusive knows the feeling of getting stressed and messing something up and you start berating yourself in the way they would. Just saying.

907 notes • Posted 2021-01-04 01:52:51 GMT

Corpse referred to Dream - Cornelius - as his Partner. Not his husband. so what I’m saying issssssssssssssss. Genderfluid/ nonbinary god dream canon

1044 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 06:40:54 GMT

Whatever you do don't imagine Sam saying goodbye to Fran and running back to the SMP to be Sam Nook for Tommy. Don't imagine him being exhausted beyond belief but pushing himself so he can make the poor kid feel like he hasn't lost his friend.

1217 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 23:46:26 GMT

Not enough people talking about how Corpse said Cornelius was his partner. And how in both games they lived together. And how devastated corpse was when Dream was put into the prison the first time.

1793 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 06:05:08 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #so basically #dsmp owns my entire fucking soul #also OH MY GOD THE OLD POSTS

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askaceattorney · 4 years ago

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What now?

Dear Followers,

So, I know I said I’d be leaving at the beginning of this year, but as it turns out, that won’t be possible just yet. It looks like the other moderators, for various reasons, won’t be able to keep the queue filled with letters in my absence.

So, uh... Looks like I have a question for you.

It’s time for yet another “modition”! And yes, that’s what I’m calling them from now on.

The rules are the same as before -- in order to qualify as an Ask Ace Attorney moderator, you’ll need:

Fluency in English - Sorry if it’s your second language or you’re not entirely comfortable with it, but dialogue is one of the most important parts of the games. It has to be sharp and witty and without mistakes. Know your grammar and your vocab.

A firm understanding of the games/characters - This should go without saying. You can’t run a blog like this without having played all the titles and retained all the events. Understanding character motivation and voice is important too.

Time - Without the ability to devote an hour or so a day to the blog, you can’t do it. It’s that simple.

Love for the work - Running an ask blog always sounds like fun, but people will abandon it as soon as they realize it’s work. You won’t come into your stride if you don’t stick with it. You can trust me on that.

Respect for canon - The foundation of AskAceAttorney is the game series. It isn’t fanfiction or shipping wars or web comics or the anime or anything like that. The American localization is the canon used here, and while you can seek the anime, manga, or movie for reference, they aren’t the law. You aren’t here to invent character traits or off-screen events either. Understanding that is an absolute must because it allows for the entire audience to enjoy the blog, not just a sub-sect.

Understanding the difference between an ask blog and a roleplay blog - If selected, you’re here to answer letters in the format you’re used to. You’re not playing a single character or hosting conversation. You’re not inventing story threads. The idea behind the blog is fans writing celebrities and those celebrities writing back. Think of it like email or handwritten letters.

Image editing software - This is a vital tool for answering letters. You have to screenshot and crop letters, which is something a child can do, so you don’t actually need to know how to use the software, you just need to have it. There are free options out there, such as GIMP 2 and Pixlr Express, so you don’t even need Photoshop.

If this sounds like something you're prepared to do, send an email to [email protected] (please note the “co” in there this time) telling me why you think you’d be good for the position and any other qualifications you might have. Can you make gifs? Do you make cool art that could be used as bonus content? Are you a freelance writer? Do you actually work for Capcom? Something else super cool? Remember, this email is how I’ll judge your personality, knowledge of the series, and intellect. Sound smart and quick-witted, but don’t try too hard.

The main idea is also the same: Remember the “feel” of the games and try to emulate what already exists. That’s what we’re all fans of, after all. Respect for the soul of the blog and the game series is extremely important.

I don’t need or want any personal information. I don’t even need to know your real name. All I care about is your ability to pretend to be multiple characters and anything else that might help with that.

If you think you’re a good fit but don’t know how to run a blog, apply anyway. More important than anything is a love of the Ace Attorney franchise and a love of this blog. I’ll also be there to help you get settled in should you end up being the winner – it’s not a very complicated job, but there are some rules of thumb that I’ve picked up during my time here that I think will be helpful.

Best of luck to everyone who chooses to apply, and have some fun while you’re at it! Fun is what we’re all about here.

And in case you’re wondering, yes, a lot of that was copied and pasted. My creative energy’s running a little low today. Sorry for that.

In the meantime, I’ll be taking a semi-vacation by reducing letter posts to 6 per day until I feel safe leaving it altogether. Stay safe, stay awesome, and may the best moderator win!

-The Co-Mod

#Mod Post #Co Mod

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valkblue · 4 years ago

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Being a Behavior technician requires a certain amount of dedication to the job — the rigorous type, bordeline rigid. That’s what is expected to be at peak efficiency regarding analysis protocols and diagnostics for host service and calibration.

For that, Vivian thinks she might be the worst tech in her department.

— masterlist, AO3

Chapter 1 on 12

Chapter wordcount: 2,486 Story status: Complete Rating: General Warning: people swear a lot, technobabble counts as swearing as well (believe me)…

Author’s notes: This is the first time I post a fanfic online. A real big one I mean. Not just crackfics... I’m emotional. I don’t know what the schedule will be yet because my queue is acting up, but everything should be out regularly, or something that looks like it. This first chapter is an intro to the main character and what she does, and I hope you’ll enjoy this story and its characters all the way! Also, I really want to thank @pheedraws and @something-tofightfor for their heartwarming feedback on the whole story. Thank you SO much!!

Have a good time reading, and my askbox/messages are open! 💙

— Chapter 1

Now wasn’t a good time to yawn…

And yet, Vivian had nothing else to do but wait right now, wait while the progress bars slowly filled up on her tablet screen.

Now wasn’t the time, simply because some of her colleagues were passing through the hallway, behind the glass panels of her cubicle, and among them was the head of Behavior department — incidentally, her superior.

No doubt they were all about to grab a bite at the restaurant and Vivian held back an almost envious mumble; she was starving! But before she could go eat anything, she had to finish with her last subject on her morning schedule; host ID#DH410829420391, named Mildred.

And Mildred was back at the lab on account of a negative report about her response time during interactions with other hosts but also with guests. A lag that only happened in character mode, not in analysis. So, Vivian started with refreshing her lexical base and improvisation engine. It took some time to check the entire tree but as of now, it was done.

"Can you confirm if the update’s complete?"

"Confirmed," Mildred answered right away, her voice flat and her look vacant.

"Back in character mode."

Mildred seemed to wake up and blinked once before focusing her attention back on Vivian.

"Mildred?"

"Oh, I’m sorry," she answered with a hint of a shy smile. "I must have drifted off, I believe… The working hours at the farm are ungodly sometimes!"

The response time was more than good, now. The improvisation too.

"I was wondering if there’s a lot of clients at the farm these days," Vivian asked.

The answer was not long to come.

"Certainly! Our cattle sure gives the best milk there is. No matter what the competition says!"

"How many green bottles are standing on the wall?"

Questions and procedures were always more or less the same to determine which bits of code, settings or values could cause an issue or start to glitch like crazy!

But today, for Mildred — and Vivian — everything was back in order, and each/both of them could soon return to the the usual course of their scheduled day.

It was about time for Vivian to take a break, if she was reduced to that kind of wisecrack…

A glance at her wristwatch, even while her tablet displayed a more accurate time than the watch hands, and Vivian concluded her analysis. She folded the tablet, slid it back in her jacket pocket, and left the large glass room after one last embarrassed look at Mildred she was leaving there, naked in the dark. Vivian didn’t even fight down a shiver. It was actually freezing cold in there!

She comforted herself with the thought that Mildred didn’t feel anything in this state, disconnected, and that a team wouldn’t take too long to come get her, do her hair, dress her up and put her back in rotation in no time. Barely as much as Vivian had for her lunch break… and that was just enough to go all the way up to the hub restaurant. But the bosses here didn’t care much about how long the lunch breaks lasted, as long as the work was done in time.

So, Vivian didn’t hurry to get to the elevator she shared with two co-workers who only interrupted their chitchat about hockey results for a vague greeting.

At this hour, the restaurant was a bit more crowded but it still wasn’t too hard to find a seat in the large and relatively peaceful room. The whole vibe in it was corporate though, even in that staff only room; every dish were stamped with the park logo and name — from the bottom of the plates to the salt shakers — and a flat HD screen displayed a bunch of Delos branches ads that looked much weirder without sound.

After a while, one didn’t really pay attention to all this anymore… A few months was enough to make it all part of the landscape and for the mind to simply stop noticing it.

And Vivian had been working here for three years, now.

However, she was still bothered by a few details sometimes, such as the huge white walls that spanned all the way up a balcony floor and a domed ceiling or the fact that the stalls were lit with a pale light under which the food turned to a sickly colour.

Hopefully, under the less saturated lights of the main room, the Caesar salads and the turkey-tomato sandwiches were back to a more appetizing hue.

Her tray loaded with a potato-corn salad, a big glass of water and a piece of bread, Vivian walked towards the tables, eager for her potatoes to lose their blueish glint. Just shy of the screen, she recognised a familiar face, Margaret’s, another Behavior tech from her team. Both were on friendly basis now, where it was possible to enjoy some time together and to laugh a little, even if it took them a whole year to finally break the ice.

Margaret waved at Vivian when she saw her pick her way across the room, inviting her to join them — them being Margaret, and three other guys from their department.

"Did you hear the latest, Vivian!?" she blurted. "I’ve been told that Damon Dyers is in the park, at this very moment!"

"Damon… Dyers?"

Vivian didn’t even hide her puzzlement while sitting in front of her.

"The actor," one of the three guys — Luke — pointed out. "Marge was just exposing how she’ll mooch the control room techs for a footage…"

"Listen, if you were as thirsty as I am about this guy, you’d understand!" Margaret replied.

To that, he quipped:

"My husband would be pissed!"

All chuckled in approval before returning to their almost emptied plates, while Vivian had barely touched her own.

"Can you imagine," Margaret daydreamt, leaning back in her seat as in a comfy armchair, holding her Pyrex glass like a snifter of bourbon. "Damon hunting down Escaton in the hills…"

Vivian scoffed; she could imagine, indeed.

At the table, Charles, Thawal and Luke didn’t pay any more attention to them, carrying on with their chat about retro gaming. Vivian would probably have preferred to be part of that conversation; not that she didn’t know shit about movies and their actors, but more like aside from a few exceptions on which they got along swimmingly, she didn’t have much taste in common with Margaret. But she listened to her friend anyway as she kept going after a sip of sparkling water:

"How am I not supposed to be hot on the idea!? I’ll deadass find someone to bootleg me some footages!"

Vivian smiled out of politeness, not saying much, as always. Her mouth was full anyway.

"Oh, by the way!"

Margaret took another swip of her glass before putting it down on the table and leaning towards Vivian.

"Apparently, they’re going to burden us with a whole new bunch of hosts in two or three weeks," she said, with all the serious she could muster. "I heard that from Elsie. Narrative must be trying to compensate for something, if you know what I mean…"

Vivian knew very well.

"We barely have time to light a fag between two sessions already and they plan to add another hundred on our backs!?"

She snorted disdainfully.

"Don’t know what they’re spicing their coffee with but it isn’t doing them any good."

"No shit," admitted Vivian, a bit testy at the idea. "Unless they also plan to hire? Did Lowe say anything about it?"

Margaret shrugged.

"No idea, I haven’t talked to him in a while."

She patted her blazer pockets then sighed softly; Vivian understood her attitude as relief, and a craving, even a need to light a cigarette.

"You should ask," Margaret pointed out with a smile a tad clenched in the orbicularis muscles. "You like him, right?"

Vivian approved; she admired his thoroughness, his love for details… A lot could be learned while working under his care and Vivian found him both spirited and friendly.

Margaret didn’t quite share the feeling, however; in her own words, he was giving her the heebie-jeebies.

"Anyway, I’m off," Margaret stated with an even greater impatience in her voice. "I gotta light one before the crazy afternoon waiting for me!"

She gathered her cutlery on her tray, adding:

"Not giving up on the idea to come across Damon fucking Dyers, though! At least in video recs. Wish me luck!"

Vivian nodded and Margaret put her tray away on the sideboard before hurrying to the exit.

Her colleagues had changed topics next to her, and now they were talking about cars, motorcycles and mechanics. As she didn’t know much about that topic, not as much as in computers, she listened only a little without taking part.

Then, Vivian finished wolfing down her potato salad and her glass of water; she would soon return to her shift and examine a series of hosts, the characteristics of which she overviewed on her tablet from her timetable’s folders. It was simply routine checks, and Vivian liked that kind of sessions; it was like meeting with a friend, just to catch up with them.

But for now, she would take a few minutes to get some air and natural light on top of the hub before diving back into the high tech depths of the Mesa.

At seven in the evening, closer to eight, Vivian was glad to be back to her on-site apartments. Once again, she had grabbed a snack at the restaurant but the room was much more crowded than it was at lunch and came close to a headache before reaching "home". She could have dined here, cooked something on her induction hob but she was so tired — or lazy — that, tonight again, she still choose to eat at the restaurant over having to do the dishes!

Now, she was getting out of the shower in her bathrobe and throw herself on her bed.

Living like this, it was like being a teenager all over again, back at her parents’, or at the dorm… but once she closed her apartment’s door, Vivian was totally free to do whatever she wanted. As long as it didn’t involve wrecking the place!

But now, even if she wanted to, Vivian wouldn’t have had the strength to break any chair, nor even to make a mess of the bed… About that, she was actually planning on laying there, and falling asleep in her bathrobe while watching a movie or reading any book she had available on her personal tablet. A tablet that was nothing close to the one she was using every day in the Behavior department labs, but a tablet anyway.

She swiped the covers without any real interest; in all honesty, she was feeling too tired to read. Even something she had already read. And she cringed a little when the minimalistic cover with her automatically signed name appeared.

Yeah, even too tired to read her own words!

Besides, it wasn’t great literature at all — a fanfiction. Two, to be precise. Both about the hosts and their narratives as she could have written about a movie, book, or video game’s characters.

Vivian grumbled, letting her tablet fall flat on her stomach, and she stared at the white ceiling before closing her eyes while nibbling her lips. She had written this almost six months after she started working here, taken over by all the motivation, excitement and creativity around her!

She refocused on herself since but, in the meantime, she wrote these. And even though Vivian considered herself to have a fertile imagination, she still commended herself about how better for everyone it was she hadn’t applied for a job in Narrative…

Rising her tablet up again and tapping on the lit screen, she entered the file and skimmed through it, trying to ignore the grammar mistakes she stopped committing since; and mistakes aside, her stories had nothing exceptional, totally influenced as they were by her mood and the not-so-new-but-still-trendy storyline — Escaton’s and his bandits, essentially…

Over a very short time, when Vivian was still more or less trying to fit into the life of the facility and social circles of her co-workers whose names had yet to be caught, she had heard so many comments, appreciations and reviews for this narrative that she looked into it first.

After all, the park afforded Lee Sizemore, renowned author who made a big name for himself with a "hot and grimy" historical saga, a few years back before running out of puff under his editor’s pressure. And a juicy offer by a video game studio to adapt it.

She understood; everybody, whether staff or guests, was more or less hyped by the brute force brought by Hector Escaton — virile and dark male figure — to the relative tranquility of the park’s starting point.

And Vivian had been no exception.

If her first story was only about made-up characters to explore the pleasing and well rounded context of Sweetwater, her second, on the other hand, was more audacious, altering shamelessly the story from what its authors had surely intended; victorious over the town after killing the sheriff and all opposition, Escaton and his gang enjoyed their plunder at the Mariposa where Hector fell for one of the saloon girls.

That being said, Vivian remained very proper — maybe totally prudish — in these sort of narrative fantasies of hers; nothing turned freaky or utterly violent…

All she did was throwing a few sentences on her writing app for some evenings, when inspiration struck or simply because she urged herself to follow through with what she started. All on her personal tablet. She knew better than to write that on anything system-tethered. Imagining that a bored somebody could just hack into the system all the way up to her personal data… and end up on that giddy nonsense, made her wants to puke!

Not to mention that it might also be forbidden. Even though she never planned to, she knew she couldn’t share it with anyone, nor anywhere. Not as a park employee. If the guests were writing critiques and other reviews online about their stay, herself couldn’t talk about it from the inside. Confidentiality and shit…

Her texts would remain secret, and her silly fantasies with them. In any case, it wasn’t as if she intended to try anything for herself, and even less with Hector Escaton, all the more since he wasn’t even part of the batch her team had in charge. And also, rumor has it that fantasies aren’t always good when act upon!

With a lazy tap, Vivian quitted the reading app and dropped the tablet on her sheets before burying her face in her soft pillow. She let out a deep sigh in it, relaxed, and in fact, she fell asleep almost right away.

#ocs #oc:vivian #my writing #fic:improvisation only #westworld fanfic #full diagnostic series #westworld fic #westworld

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foxesandmagic · 4 years ago

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Update of Sorts

So, as I’m going to have a little more time coming up soon, I just wanted to make a couple of announcements for how I’m going to try running this blog come the new year. I feel bad about having to do this, but I also know that it’s probably for the best - so I’m trying not to let the guilt get too bad, still I feel the need to apologise so before we begin, sorry.

Now that part is out of the way, here’s the important stuff (more for me to try and keep track of stuff):

Weekly questions will still go ahead: I’m planning on putting them into the schedule at the beginning of a month so if I don’t log in or whatever, they’re there. I’ll reblog answers the following day.

My ask box and messages are always open for people: I can’t promise quick replies, or replies that make sense, but the option is there. If you want to talk, if you want to scream at me about your favourite OCs, if you need someone to bounce OC ideas off, I’m always here for that.

Updating tag lists: I’m updating my tag lists from the 1st, so if you want to remain on them let me know - I’m removing everyone and starting again (currently the lists I have are weekly OC questions, original story things, fanfiction things, tag games, giveaway things, birthday list [day of your birthday included, please]).

My OC things on Saturdays/Sundays: I’m going to try and schedule any things I’ve done for my OCs on other blogs here on Saturdays and Sundays. They’ll all have the tags ‘foxesandmagic’s OCs’ if you want to ignore them.

Now for the bit I’m not looking forward to. Reblogs might be significantly reduced: I love learning about OCs, seeing all the fantastic things people make for their characters. There’s so much talent out there, but I just can’t keep up with it all - at least not in a way that isn’t draining for me (nobody asked me to do it, and it’s a pressure I know I put on myself, but writing it down holds me more accountable to do something about it). So, what I’m proposing - and will try over these coming weeks - is to set aside a little time for adding things to the queue. Once a week I’ll try to message people about their OCs - either through asks or messages - just as a little boost. I did have another thing I wanted to add to this, but small steps; we’ll see how I fare with this first.

And that’s it for now. Also, a reminder that my giveaway is still open. I haven’t done any yet, but I’m hoping to get a bunch done in the next week. Link to post here.

Hope everyone is safe and well; enjoy yourselves.

#Update #Other Things

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tigerkirby215 · 4 years ago

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5e Psychic Ninja build (Theory Build)

(PsyOps Zed artwork done by David Villegas of West Studios. Created for Riot Games. This wasn’t meant to be a PsyOps Zed build but strangely this artwork works.)

Here’s a post in the not-quite-continual series of “random D&D builds I write at 1 AM and then queue to post at 11:40 because lol Tumblr because I can’t sleep and am waiting for the Worlds livestream to start at 6 AM EST.”

Do you wish that thrown weapon fighting was more viable? Do you think that Barbarians are boring and could use some more damage types? Do you wish that Rogues could be played with Strength instead of Dexterity? Do you think that throwing weapons as a Monk should actually be viable?

Do you want to protect your teammates not through heals or buffs but by intimidating your foes? Do you want to be the dark mysterious edgy character in the party but still play a support? Do you want to play a character who by all accounts is essentially a Monk and has pretty much zero connection to a Barbarian yet is somehow a Barbarian? Or do you just want to play with the Psionics UA stuff like I do?

I present to you: The Psychic Ninja

SOUL KNIFE (UA) 14 / ANCESTRAL GUARDIAN 6

When distributing stats prioritize Strength, then Constitution, then Dexterity. You need at least a 13 in DEX for this build to work though a 14 would be ideal for a +2 to DEX. Wisdom, Intelligence, and Charisma are all secondary in this build. (Though if you want to be Chinese Knockoff Shen invest in Wisdom.)

Start off as a Rogue (proficiencies duh) then get to at least level 3 to pick Soul Knife for Psychic Blades. After that go 6 levels into Ancestral Guardian Barbarian for Ancestral Protectors (the main one), Spirit Shield, and an Extra Attack. After that go all the way down Soul Knife until you hit level 14, but this build is honestly done at level 9 which is pretty nice as most campaigns end around level 10 anyways.

PROS

Okay so let’s talk about Ancestral Protectors from Ancestral Guardian. First of all: it has NO RANGE LIMITATIONS. (Thanks to Dungeon Dudes for pointing this out to me and no I had a build like this in mind long before seeing this video.) The effects of this ability work as long as you hit the enemy and as long as you’re raging. And let’s talk about its effects: firstly your foes just have disadvantage on anyone other than you. Secondly if they don’t hit you your ally resists the damage! That’s half damage practically for free!

Normally as a Barbarian you’re limited to melee range but that’s where Soul Knife comes in. Boom! 60 foot range! This means that you can sit in the backline while taking half damage and doing +2 on all your attacks and still “tank” for your team.

Beyond that? I mean there’s just a lot of general synergies between Barbarian and Rogue. Reckless Attack gives you guaranteed Sneak Attack (which is why you’re maxing Strength instead of Dexterity), Danger Sense plus Evasion means you basically won’t ever get hit by a Fireball (and it really ups the “ultra instinct” ninja flavor of this build), Fast Movement synergizes with Cunning Action (and again makes you feel more like a Monk.) Oh also your Soul Knife features aren’t spells, so you can use them while raging.

There’s so many characters you can make with this! Make an unassuming assassin who leaves no trace, make a bodyguard who disarms you and takes you down with their mind, make an unassuming detective with secret powers to help him on the case, make bumbling idiot whos ancestors pilot him like a meat puppet. Hell make a Warforged and be the weapon!

CONS

Other than the fact that you’re playing UA and I have no idea what Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything will do to my sweet Soul Knife boii?

The main thing to mention is that you have no armor and no actual “weapons”, meaning that magic armor and magic weapons are not an option for you. What’s more is that since you’ll be investing in Strength for your knives you likely won’t be investing much in Dexterity for armor. With the best case scenario of +2 to DEX and +5 to CON your AC will be a 17; not horrible but not exactly amazing either. You’ll still have a ton of meat points to soak up damage but even then the healer isn’t going to want to be pumping you with hit die all game.

Your going to have to invest a lot in physical stats which means your mental stats will be rather subpar. You can fix this in roleplay by getting Expertise in the skills that matter but you’ll still get screwed by saving throws.

Spirit Shield only reduces damage by 2d6, and it only has a 30 foot range. It takes your Reaction which could be used for Uncanny Dodge.

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And that’s honestly about it. This isn’t a build I’ve tried it’s just something I’m theorycrafting as a cool idea for the Soul Knife subclass. In short I’m tired as hell and am waiting for the Worlds broadcast to start, even though by the time this is posted the stream will be done and I’ll probably be asleep.

Spooky builds still coming no they’re not Seraphine.

#DnD 5e #dnd build #dnd guide #dnd #dnd multiclass #dnd rogue #dnd barbarian #Tasha's Cauldron of Everything #please preserve #my sweet #Soul Knife #boy #edgy #psychic ninja #is my aesthetic #it's 1:30 am #i need sleep

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 4 years ago

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Hakuoki SSL - Hakuo Gakuen Student General Assembly Track 3

well... i hit 300 followers. not sure if it’s a milestone worth mentioning (if you’re one who followed because of the musicals and hasn’t gotten a message, read what it says at the top of my stuff i have page) or not since i can honestly say that i only started this tumblr for myself and everything i translate was really only done for my own sake... and I really have no idea if that number is good or bad for the amount of time I’ve been posting lol.

Still, i’m going to use the fact that this happened as an excuse to post this since i couldn’t figure out where to stick it in my queue since i didn’t want to wait til september to post this lol.

Anyway, this damn track is 18 min long... and i’ll get to the video next month along with the Hijikata web drama (have to push that back cause i got a bit busy with some things). Please note that the text left in bold is when Amagiri’s conversation with Kazama gets overlapped by Shiranui speaking.

As always, final edits will be done when I get to my subtitle video... need to double check that other video translation and the audio for a few things.

Enjoy~! and do not post elsewhere!

Hakuoki SSL - Hakuo Gakuen Student General Assembly Track 3

Translation by KumoriYami

Hijikata: okay... it's about to start.

Harada: Hijikata-san? you okay? need stomach medicine?

Hijikata: no need... alright, start/begin.

Amagiri: The Hakuo Gakuen Student Assembly will begin now. All students, stand! .....sit down.

Kazama: Then, start with each club's budget report, Amagiri.

Amagiri: Yes. these are the draft budgets for the various clubs/departments.

Kazama: The arts and literature club, the calligraphy club, and the photography club last year all needed 10,000; the music club which won a competition, in any case, needs a budget of 50,000; the newly established broadcasting club/depart of broadcasting to buy equipment, they need an increase of 20,000; the baseball team, soccer team and tennis team will be the same as last year with 50,000; the judo club, archery club, track and field team, and also the kendo club, given their achievements from last year......

What......100,000?! Oi amagiri, what's going on/what's this about?!

Amagiri: About this issue...

Kazama: I haven't approved of any of this!! any club/organization/group associated with Hijikata will not have its budget approved!!

Shiranui: Alright/Well, of the budget report was just read, the clubs that weren't named will will maintain the status quo this year, ok? If there's no problem, the draft proposal will be adopted directly.

(applause)

Kazama: Eh...... continuing on [next], regarding the cultural festival that is to be held in october.......Shiranui.

shiranui: hey, hey. But there's nothing much to say since it will basically be the same as last year.

Kazama: This year like previous years, Hakuo Gakuen will hold its cultural festival......

(Kazama voice's cuts out completely while Hijikata and Harada talk)

Harada: I originally though [he'd] poke a basket [probably blow a gasket], seeing him now though, it seems that things are going smoothly.

Hijikata: For better or worse, that's because he's the student council president. But, what happens next will be the real question[/test]......

Harada: Next...... you mean the matter of changing of school rules and regulations?

Hijikata: I don't know what sort of issues the students will raise, though it's better to keep an eye on them.

(aside ends)

Kazama: Read it out/This reading is finished [check video version. Alt: That will be all on/for that/Conclude with that]. Are there any objections to what was raised? If there are no objections then this proposal/motion will be passed/approved. the next topic of discussion will be pertaining to amending the school rules and regulations.

You should all remember/recall, the questionnaire about amending the school's rules and regulations that I had sent out.

Due to he subject of this questionnaire, we solicited opinions on the revision of school rules.

amagiri: kazama-sama, these are the results of the questionnaire.

Kazama: So many opinions were collected, this shows that everyone is quite diastisfied with the current school rules and regulations. I see I see.....

? ? ?: How about cancelling the classical literature class? As someone living in modern times, I cannot help but wonder if there is any real need to learn classical literature. I think the time for classical literature should be spent on something more meaningful. So I propose that the classical literature class be cancelled. ——Proposed by: Anonymous

Kazama: Hm, hahahahaha.... This suggestion/proposal/motion/draft truly is great! However I believe cancelling the classical literature class isn't enough, rather [we should be] abolishing the classical literature [teaching] position. Hm. This suggestion will be kept to discussed later.

Hijikata: oi!!! You've got to be kidding me!! Classical literature is a required subject for entrance exams! Really, it's already that Kazama is thinking about adopting this proposal, and the one who wrote this sort of proposal is also ridiculous, Souji ! You two, [come] to my office later! [either that or the principal's office.... but im leaning towards 'my' since 我 is in the TL. reword later]

Okita: Wait a moment/sec Hijikata-san, why do you think I wrote that proposal? The questionnaire was anonymous, there's no evidence that says that I wrote that proposal.

Hijikata: Regardless if you try to be anonymous, a proposal for cancelling the classical literature, there's no one aside from you in the entire school who would propose such a thing!

souji: wah, you seem to be really self-confident in that~ However, don't you think that students find Hijikata-san's classical literature class boring, I've seen not a few of them [may be: i don't think anyone i've seen would disagree...? check video later]?

hijikata: you bastard!!!

Harada: Calm down, Hijikata-san! You need to calm down! you should treat this as Souji fooling around.......

Okita: yes yes, I simply wrote down my heartfelt and honest thoughts~ [reword later? check video tl]

Hijikata: Sure enough you were the bastard who proposed this/it!!

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. do you want discuss the motion for cancelling the classical literature class later? I think you should continue with the next proposal. Further discussion on this draft may cause delays.

Kazama: To dare give/Daring to give me advice, you truly are brazen/impudent——I was originally going to be saying that, now you do as you say/that. [check video for last sentence]

Amagiri: I sincerely apologize.

???: Classes are 50 minutes in length, and they're too long! So can they be cut down to 30 minutes? If that happens, then the lunch period can be extended, which would mean more time to eat or even take a nap right? I think that this would absolutely be better!

——Proposed by a hopeful anonymous person [double check audio cuz the text on the video just says 'proposed by: anonymous']

Shiranui: Cutting the amount of time spent in class, that has my support! Kazama, pass this proposal [approve of this]!

harada: oi, oi! Don't you know how bad it would be/about the adverse/negative influence/impact/effect it would have, if you cut down on class time?

Shiranui: Hah? How bad effect it might have?! Shouldn't this be something to celebrate [Not sure but it might instead be: something happy/good to look forward to. check video tl]?

Harada: Hah...... you may think that cutting on class time would mean more time for playing around, but that way of thinking is wrong! Don't you guys know that each semester, exams are regularly scheduled? If class time is reduced, I'm afraid that it might mean being unable to learn everything before taking those exams. If that happens, you'd have to sacrifice your weekend for make up lessons. Is that alright with you?

Shiarnui: If that's the case, it would be better to reduce what the exams cover then!

Harada: In school, there are "learning essentials." If you feel like causing problems, and ignoring the minimal learning requirements, maybe should try being a teacher. If that happens, getting passing post-secondary entrance exams will become a dream. So, Heisuke, this type of draft proposal would be something that we can't approve of.

Heisuke: EH?! Harada-sensei, how do you know that this is something that I wrote?

Harada: Think with your head, who else would have come up with such an idea. To really think that you wouldn't get found out, that sort of thinking is completely incomprehensible.

Heisuke: ergh...........

Kazama: This type of shortsightedness really suits your identities as small fry. If class time is reduced, it'd better to have the classes cancelled altogether. Final exams cannot be considered as something to worry about, if I was writing an exam, I'd be able to get a perfect score even if my eyes were closed.

Amagiri: That skill is something that only Kazama-sama has.

Shiranui: Mah... The outward appearance is [might be] human, but [I/who] don't/doesn't know how many times he's repeated the school year/about the countless times [he's] repeated the school year.

Kazama: Returning to the subject, are there any objections to this proposal? It seems that there aren't, then [we're] moving on to discuss the next proposal.

???: I've heard that many students go play at the rail station/bus stop after school. Although moderate relaxation is harmless, but isn't playing at the game centre and KTV all night, something that goes against the responsibilities that students have? In order to prevent problems from occurring, I think that students should get permission from their teacher for where they go after school beforehand. [^check video tl for this later]

——Proposed by: Saito Hajime.

Kazama: oh.....? The proposals up until were all anonymous, it seems like draft is different. But, to have the teacher give permission approve of where one can go after school, what a stupid idea.

Saito: A stupid....... idea?! If one person disrupts the moral standards/discipline, it will cause a chain reaction. What's so stupid about a proposal to prevent that?!

Kazama: Just think about it for a little bit. Or is your brain too small so you can't [even] figure that out?

Saito: …………

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. Although it may be bold for me to act as your substitute/in your place, but may I be the one to handle this explanation?

Kazama: Approved.

Amagiri: yes!...... saito-dono, your opinion does sound somewhat reasonable. Because the act of playing around after school is not praiseworthy. However, after studying hard in school, it is necessary for suitable entertainment to be used as an outlet for accumulated stress. Just monotonously going to and from school will affect the students ability to think independently. Only by enriching their experiences will their minds be able to grow [more literally this sentence is about experience becomes the soil for minds to grow in... check video tl later].

Saito: But I never said anything about banning after school entertainment/recreation! I only proposed having teachers the approve of what can be done after school!

Amagiri: That will affect the students' ability to think independently. What is referred to as independence, requires individuals who think by themselves and make their own choices [says "to take action"]. I believe, that it would go against human nature, if a teacher was asked about for permission about being able to play in a certain manner [check video tl for this later]. What do you think of this perspective?

Saito: So it was like that. Just as you said. I actually proposed something that opposed Hakuo Gakuen's education policy....... I will accept this conclusion [word I have for this translates to 'reality.' check video tl later], and deeply reflect upon this.

Harada: But even though this has nothing to do with being self-reliant/independent, this sort of regulation is [would be] too harsh/strict.

Kazama: Hrm......is that worthless discussion finally over? Presumably everyone has already become tired of this sort of monotonous talk. Here is some good news. The draft I will be reading now, I will not be accepting any objections and [will be] pass[ing] it right away.

(students mumble in background)

Kazama: Hmph. I understand how you are all worrying about whether or not your proposals will be adopted. Ignorant fools! Get down on your knees/Grovel on your knees before me and pay attention to attention to what I have to say! "My wife must greet me every morning at my home. Although there will be difficulties in the implementation of this regulation, I will compromise in having my her greet me every morning in the student council room.

Hijikata: This terrible proposal, did you really think, that this wouldn't get vetoed! Don't you remember how the same draft was rejected last time!!!

Kazama: That's preposterous...... Didn't you hear me?! I remember saying "the proposal that I will be reading now, I will not be accepting any objections, and [will be] passing it right away."

Hijikata: We don't have even the slightest reason to accept the draft proposed by you! Really, originally I thought that this would be able to proceed smoothly, but I didn't expect for this to happen again. Furthermore, you need to restrain yourself, stop calling/don't call her "my wife!"

Kazama: Hrm~ I have no obligations to listen to your complaints. But....... it truly is a pity for my wife to not be here right not. If she was here, surely, she would be passionately watching me, and blushing shyly while crying tears of joy.

Souji: To be able to misunderstand to this degree, it's shocking to the point of laughter [hilarity?]. The content of this is the exactly the same as last time, and nothing's been changed.

Heisuke: (Fortunately), ["fortunately is included in the text tl but not video tl. check audio later]It seems like that guy caught a cold, which is she isn't here today.

Harada: It's seem that you can also do something smart. Well done, Heisuke!

Heisuke: hehe, right?

Kazama: Che! Too loud! After I've announced the passing the adoption of these proposals, you all/all of you bastards [check audio] should just obediently behave......!

Amagiri: Then, read out the next proposal.

Shiranui! Oh! That looks pretty good. "I hope for winter vacation to be as long as summer vacation, please give us a month of vacation!" Summer vacation is indeed a month long, winter break is only have a month!

Amagiri: To begin with, the length of summer vacation isn't the same across the country. In colder regions with more snow, summer vacation may not be a month. On the contrary, that region's winter vacation may be relatively longer. Summer vacation was originally established for escaping the hot weather.......

Shiranui: I know, I know! I get it already! Stop talking okay?

Amagiri: No. I am not finished speaking....

Kazama: Amagiri, Shiranui! You've got some nerve to be interrupting me while I talk! This is all your fault that we've strayed away from our next topic for discussion!! The next time this happens/If this happens again, I will not spare you! Remember that/keep that in mind!

Saito: I believe that if it wasn't for your pointless proposals, the current topic of discussion wouldn't have been so derailed.

Kazama: Listen to me, no matter the objections against the following/next draft, I will still implement it! Now remember that and listen carefully!

"Female students must report to the Student Council room immediately after the bell rings for lunch. At the time [they] must also bring a hand-made bento..."

Hijikata: Veto!

Kazama: "Female students must go to the Student Council room after..."

Hijikata: Veto!

Kazama: "Female students must..."

Hijikata: Veto!

Kazama: Hijikata, if you haven't listened to everything that I've said, surely you have a reason for it [/how can you have a reason to interrupt me]?!

HIjikata: It’s because you deliberately targeted her by writing so many proposals, bastard. [alt: "because, bastard, you deliberately targeted her..." will check audio for this later]

School rules are not your toys!

Kazama: You don't understand the obvious! As Hakuo Gakuen's student council president, I am obligated to make the school rules and regulations perfect! Therefore, the current school rules must be amended with only this draft!

Souji: Saying/Having said such beautiful/pretty words, isn't he just making excuses for his wilfulness?

Saito: Because there is only one female student in the entire school.

Kazama: Keh! You bastards! Do you guys mean to do everything you can to obstruct the path of love between me and my wife!?

Heisuke: what path of love......

Harada: It goes without saying that she's not your wife! Having said that though, to say spout such nonsense without backing down in front of everyone, that courage is really admirable.

Kazama: How could I possibly give up! My wife and I have been matched by the red thread/string [of fate]! This profound bond, even if the world stands against me, I will never back down!

[While I usually see 'thread' associated with the Chinese version of this belief, I don't know if the Japanese version of it uses 'string' or 'thread'....]

Shirnaui: What red string...... this is clearly just Kazama's own unbelievable delusions and his own wishful thinking.

Amagiri: Shiranui. You cannot say that/That mustn't be said. there's no telling if a miracle will occur. [reword more formally later]

Shiranui: Ah, if the sun rises in the West and the sky rains red, perhaps that might be true.... but, I don't think it's/that's going to work/it isn't anything but hopeless.

Amagiri: Mm............

Kazama: Heh, you've said enough. No matter what you think, the final decision is in my hands. Amagiri, all the drafts that were just read have been approved.

Amagiri: But... isn't that too unreasonable?

Kazama: What's the problem. I am the the student council president. Even if the [my] methods are unreasonable, no one would dare object.

Heisuke: Who'd accept that sort of ridiculous reasoning?!

Souji: That's right, if you think that you'll be forgiven for doing whatever you want as the student council president, then you're gravely mistaken. Eh.... (goes up on stage) I see.... these were the drafts that were read right?

Kazama: What the hell are you doing bastard?

Souji: Of course doing this! (tears all the drafts)

Kazama: ...! You bastard! You two quickly help me stop him!!!

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. I do not think that those drafts are suitable to be adopted.

Shiranui: I also agree/Agreed. Say, I'm very tired can I go home now(/ Anyway I'm tired can I go home now? [2nd one sounds better])

Kazama: Not permitted...!

Hijikata: Anyway! If you continue being a nuisance, we also have our own ways to respond. I don't care about the power you have/ about the powers of the student council president, but I'd advise you to not look down upon us teachers.

Harada: That's right, Kazama. I advise you to retreat while you're still able. If this continues, those so-called rules won't be able to protect you.

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. Listen to Hijikata-sensei and Harada-sensei's advice right now. This commotion/disturbance is getting bigger, and continuing this may cause others to doubt Kazama-sama's ability as student council president.

Kazama:.....Kuh!...! Heheheheheh.... You guys, I'l remember this! The next Student Assembly, I'll show off all my power to show everyone in the world just who my wife belongs to [check video tl]! Look forward to it!

Souji:...This type of behaviour... is this what they call a "defeated dog's barking"? [if it's not this interpretation.... i'm assuming it means something like 'running away in defeat,' or 'having your tail between your legs'or 'turning tail' since this mentions a dog - 负犬远吠 in chinese. or maybe its 'barking dogs seldom bite' that was the only idiom i found that that mentioned dogs and barking that might have been in JP when browsing. either way, i'll go i'll go double check the other version of this that has been translated later].

Saito: Exactly/Absolutely/(indeed/It is). I don't want to become like that person. /I don't want to be that kind of person, even if I walk astray/I don't want to be that kind of person, even if I'm not careful. [check video tl]

End

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well, this is now officially the longest thing I’ve translated... tho that won’t be the case when I get to Shinsengumi Oni-tan. i dragged this one out for a long time since it just looked like a massive wall of text in nimble... haaah thankfully all the other ssl dramas aside from “Another Chizuru?” are >15min... I think?

also no images being posted this time cuz i didn’t schedule this posting.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki ssl #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation

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panamastayed · 5 years ago

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PSA

Hello everyone!

So I’m sure many of you saw this coming seeing as I’ve been talking about it frequently for the past few days but, I’ve officially decided that I’m going move & remake Karter’s blog however I want to explain why exactly this is happening seeing as I imagine for some of you this might be coming rather suddenly so allow me to elaborate:

Lack of Plotting: I’ve tried to work otherwise, but I’ve come to the QUICK realization that I am borderline incapable of keeping up with threads or even mustering replies for threads when I don’t have some frame of reference for where we’re going plot wise and what kind of relationship is in the works. Karter is a difficult character to write to begin with as he’s not the friendliest nor is he the most accommodating to random interactions, thus those first meeting threads or threads with no baseline for where to go end up having no merit as essentially I don’t know how to keep going. So going forward on my new blog I’ll very likely be strongly encouraging ( if not outright requiring ) some level of plotting just for the sake of keeping interactions going.

Feeling Overwhelmed: Going hand in hand with that lack of plotting I’ve also been feeling like I’m constantly buried under the replies I have to do, and that, while of my own making, is a feeling I can’t seem to escape from. I want to interact with everyone yes, but I don’t think I can manage that until I have a fresh start & a clean slate to work from. To mitigate this I’m definitely going to be using my queue more frequently, especially considering that the queue buys me time to clear out other replies before resetting that cycle.

General Lack of Muse: I have to face facts and state that my muse for Karter has been SIGNIFICANTLY lower recently. I couldn’t tell you why and I know for certain I don’t want to give him up, but I am going to undoubtedly be reducing my activity on Karter and rely more heavily on the queue for this remake. This blog feels over-cluttered & just generally like a mess and it’s killing my muse. There are other reasons for my muse being less prominent but the primary one is this feeling of suffocation from being on this blog.

Following / Being Followed By Too Many People: I don’t mean to sound ungrateful because I am MORE than thankful for all the wonderful people I have that I have gotten the chance to write with & become good friends with. I love that so many people get invested in Karter and his story. But the truth is I have a hard time keeping up with all the people I want to write with as it is, and that’s to say NOTHING of this feeling like I’m constantly forgetting & shirking these interactions because I have so many people to keep up with. I’m going to need to cut out people and this goes hand in hand with that UNFOLLOW spree. The bottom line is that I am going to be far more strict going forward with my rule regarding unfollowing. If you follow me and I follow you back, I intend on interacting with you and I give plenty of opportunities to do make that leap, but I can’t keep following people for months on end and never write with them. That’s just clutter for my dash and hence ends up contributing to this problem. That means going forward EVERYONE is going to have one week to reach out in some way shape or form to me–––and I want to be clear. If you aren’t super active, that is perfectly fine with me, all you need to do is give me a heads up that you’re interested and I’m willing to wait until you have some dedicated free time to chat even if it’s only a small window of time, but it just bridges the gap seeing as I don’t want to do the whole “Follow for Follow” deal.

Rules/Bio Being Ignored: This one I think is perhaps another HUGE contributor for my need to move blogs. I can TELL when people don’t read my rules or read my bio. YES. I understand that it’s a very long bio, I wrote the thing. But please understand it’s not there for my health. It is there to illuminate who Karter is as a character and detail what his life was like at different stages. It is supposed to explain WHY Karter is the way he is, and yes I get that it’s a daunting task. I don’t expect people to memorize it. Hell I don’t even expect people to read the whole thing in one sitting. But the bottom line is that the full length bio is the BEST way to understand Karter, and if you intend on writing in Main Verse ( which as I understand it, most people do ) then reading that bio is MANDATORY. On my new blog it WILL be for anyone who expects to write in main verse. And I want to be clear, I always encourage questions. Karter’s main verse canon was built almost entirely from scratch with inspiration from sources related to it, so I get that sometimes part of the bio can be kind of confusing, never be ashamed to ask questions. I would rather spend 20 minutes trying to explain something that you didn’t quite understand in the bio than to end up having to explain it ANYWAY when Karter reacts a certain way that confuses or upsets another writer.

I apologize that this explanation is so long winded and I hope you all understand that this blog move is perhaps more necessary than anything else because at this point I am having a difficult time even coming onto this blog as I feel absolutely overwhelmed beyond any shadow of a doubt. I need a clean slate with a clean start.

For those of you who are still interested in writing with Karter & I after the move I’ll be making a post offering anyone the NEW URL of my blog once I finished getting it ready.

Thank you,

Joey

#ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ( OOC )#PSA

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aroworlds · 5 years ago

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As of today, I’m starting a major medication change that has more-than-usual hazards in how it may interact with my other medications before I factor in the autistic-and-highly-sensitive-to-medication-changes deal.

I am hopeful that (if there are no unendurable side-effects) we’ll eventually be able to get this new combination of meds to the same amount of serotonin and pain management I had at my most functional, because this combination is most likely to mirror it. (This was long before my any of my main Tumblr accounts; nobody here has seen me with my pain and mental illnesses managed to reasonably functional.) But it’s also probable that this process will not be easy or fun for me, and the risks are a little more likely than the essay-length warning sheet that comes with your first pack of new meds.

I’ve spent the last six months stressed out of my mind. My psychiatrist thinks it’s a good thing in the sense that I am trying to do things even though my anxiety is through the damn roof, but there’s nothing that’s not overwhelming for me. I’m in pain because of it, and I spend so much time trying to push back my anxiety and depression to do the minimum of what I want to do that I don’t have the energy to do "safe” or “fun” things. (I want to text my friends my new phone number. I haven’t even been able to do that.) Sometimes I find just enough energy for something new, but I fall apart right after doing so.

I can’t bear this, and smaller med changes have done nothing. So I’m going to be spending the next few weeks and months reducing one med and starting a new one (followed by a list of several other meds to try if this one doesn’t help).

I do mean to try to keep this blog going, but it’s very likely that the queue will be a hot mess at times. You know that I order it (mix up poetry and music and fanfiction, make sure there’s aromantic-specific and micro-identity specific pride at different times of the day) but I may not be able to do that as often or as well. If everything gets too overwhelming, I’ll drop back to fewer posts a day (but I’d like not to because there’s seven hundred posts in my drafts folder awaiting tags). If you see five lithromantic pride art pieces in a row, however, you’ll know why this is--because I dumped as much as I could into the queue when I felt halfway okay and lacked the spoons to order it afterwards.

The same lack of organisation will apply to @alloaroworlds (you may get whatever comes up in the queue). As for @aroflagarchive, it only posts when I have new flags to post and that queue runs out this month anyway. So I’ll add stuff to the queue when a) posts exist and b) I have spoons for tagging them, but that blog was never going to be the sort that posts consistently.

(As for Patreon, I’ll like to only be cutting back to posting an article or story on a fortnightly basis, but getting at least one thing up a month will be my priority above everything else, if possible for me. I do have a pre-written post I’ll try to put up Tuesday week; what happens after that depends on the medication gods. I do have a month of scheduled images because I’m a bit ahead on those, so it won’t be barren for October at least.)

I don’t know how long all this will take. I could be good enough to muddle halfway through like I’ve currently been, for all I know--changing mirtazapine makes me feel a bit ick, but I can do bouts of post tagging. Or it could be like starting tramadol, which rendered me so non-functional that I had to crawl to the bathroom because I couldn’t stand, and I couldn’t do anything for days but lie in bed with my eyes closed, listening to TV. And if I have to work through multiple medications ... I don’t even want to think about that.

I just know that my life right now is not reasonable or endurable. Even though changing meds has never been simple for me, I have to try something new.

Thank you so much for your patience and understanding, lovely followers.

#personal #not aromantic #mental illness #pain #mod chatter #text #not media #long post #blog housekeeping #very long post

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years ago

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You Clicked Your Heels and Wished for Me (part one)

i woke up in a cold sweat during the night and realized i didn’t queue up anything so here is me queuing today’s post 14 minutes before it goes live! woo!

this is another cowritten fic between me and @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts, because... reasons i guess?

trigger warning for blood, accidental harm

[Part 1: In Case I Lost My Train of Thought]

it’s not often that jane or katherine go away without the other, but on this particular occasion it happened. a historian got into contact with jane and asked for an interview, hoping it would help her in her new book all about edward vi, learning about the preparation for his birth. jane accepted, but the only problem was the historian lived in america. it was soon worked out with the theatre; jane would take a five-day trip to ohio, where the historian was based, and grace would cover her shows for the week. jane asks katherine if she wants to come with her but katherine, worried about the fan reaction to two queens being away for the whole week, decides she’ll be okay. after all, the regularity of her nightmares had reduced rapidly over the past few months, and jane promises to call every evening.

the first night after jane leaves, she is sure to call to check in, taking katherine she landed safe in ohio and is in a lovely hotel, and the first round of interviews was the following day.

katherine is delighted at the news, thankful to hear her mother’s voice. she’s okay, just in ohio, katherine tells herself.

that night, however, just before she goes to bed, she sees a news story about a terrorist in the united states being sentenced to execution, and the thought of execution in any sense brought a nightmare raging through her mind, seeing thomas and henry and a world where she didn’t have jane and she wakes up in a cold sweat.

it takes several moments for her to realise where she is; at home, in bed, hundreds of years away from those men. she takes a few deep breaths to try and stop herself from shaking, but her efforts prove in vain. after the fear and vulnerability, the emotion she’s most feeling is annoyance. everything had been going so well, and she was sure she’d be okay without jane, but her mum had been away for one night and katherine had already messed up.

as katherine becomes more lucid she notices a sharp, stinging pain on her neck. she grabs her phone and looks in the camera; she must have accidentally scratched herself in her sleep, because there was a single raised red line against her skin. it didn’t look too bad and would probably fade by the morning, but katherine grumbles at herself under her breath anyway. she lies back down and closes her eyes, trying her best to get some sleep. she has two shows tomorrow, after all.

she doesn’t get much more sleep that night, unfortunately. she slogs through the morning and the pre-show, then calls jane, who had promised that she’d have those times carved out for when katherine would call.

“kitty-kat?” she hums upon answering. katherine gives a tiny sigh of relief.

“hey mum,” she says, trying to sound as awake as she could. the crappy phone connection must have helped, because jane didn’t notice a thing.

the shows goes on without a hitch, including grace’s performance as jane.

katherine gets to her song and the final chorus sends her head racing, as always. her mind flashes back to the previous night, and one hand subconsciously reaches for her neck, where her choker begins to feel just a bit tight, and she claws at it, almost trying to break it.

her nails rake against her skin, much harder than they’d done in her sleep, but katherine doesn’t even notice, nor does she notice the stinging pain from the red lines drawn. it’s only when a hand grabs her wrist in part of the choreography that she lets go of her choker, but the emotions of the song are still charging through her, keeping her head in the slight haze it was always in at the end of her song. jane would normally be around to give her a reassuring look from off-stage when she finishes her song but jane wasn’t here, and katherine was alone.

there’s something weird about katherine’s headspace for the rest of the show, something not quite right. she catches the strange looks of concern the other girls give her and she’s not entirely sure why, until she gets backstage to the dressing room and glances in the mirror.

her neck is bright red. redder than the mark from her dream. redder than all of the warning signs she begins to see about where this could lead.

she doesn’t choose to ignore them, per say, but she doesn’t change her actions.

during that evening’s show, adrenaline courses through her blood during her number, coupled with jane’s absence until she’s reaching for the neck that was once separated from her shoulders and she’s clawing her way through another breakdown.

she knows jane wouldn’t want her doing this.

but jane isn’t here.

and katherine is very much alone.

the marks are even worse when katherine looks in the mirror this time, some of them even drawing tiny droplets of blood. she changes hurriedly and wraps a scarf around her neck, almost bumping into parr as she enters. parr gives her a concerned look.

“are you alright, kid?”

“i’m fine,” katherine nods quickly. parr regards her for a few seconds.

“how’s your neck?”

“fine,” katherine says again, eager for the conversation to be over. “it was an accident, that’s all.”

“once is an accident, kid, twice is a habit,” parr says gently. katherine feels a strange petulant annoyance rush through her. this was none of parr’s business, she thinks, even though she knows rationally parr is only worried about her and wants to help.

she bites back the retort on her tongue and tells a half-truth. “just had a bad dream last night, that’s all. i’ll be fine tomorrow.”

parr looks at her skeptically but relents, instead asking if katherine wants to check in with jane.

to her surprise and mystification, katherine says no.

“she’s probably busy,” katherine lies, “i’ll call her later.”

she does, though, shoot a text to jane. “shows went well. i’m dead tired and i’ll talk to you more tomorrow 💖,” read the text.

katherine tries her best to get an early night, after cleaning the scratches on her neck with a wince and some antiseptic. she manages it for a few hours, but then she’s thrown into another nightmare, this time of her last days locked in a tiny room. all the fear and pain comes rushing back, the terror that they’re going to mess up her beheading the way they did margaret pole’s, that instead of one quick swoop they’ll hack away at her. she wakes up with her sheets soaked in cold sweat and she desperately tries to catch her breath.

her neck stings, which isn’t surprising.

what does surprise her is parr’s light voice coming through the door.

“katherine? kid, can i come in?”

katherine, with a hint of annoyance, agrees.

parr comes in, dresses in her pajamas, looking concerned.

“i heard you thrashing around.”

katherine shrugs. “just another bad dream, that’s all.”

parr sits down on the edge of the bed. “these have been getting more frequent,” she observes. “what’s going on?”

“nothing,” katherine says, a bit too forcefully and a bit too quickly. “i’m fine.”

parr looks at her for a few moments, expression inscrutable. “you know, if you’d prefer to talk to jane about it then i’m sure she’d still be awake-”

“god, i’m fine!” katherine snaps. “i don’t need jane for everything, i’m not a child!”

there’s a few moments of silence and katherine flushes slightly, ashamed of her outburst. “sorry,” she mutters. “i’m just- a bit stressed, that’s all.”

“if you need a show off, i can talk to vicki, get her to cover for you,” parr starts, but katherine shakes her head.

“i’m okay. or, i will be, i promise.”

parr narrows her eyes slightly in disbelief, but doesn’t push her. instead she reaches out and puts a gentle and caring hand on her shoulder, patting once, then pulling back. “if you ever need to talk,” she says softly. “you know where i am.”

katherine gives a half-grateful smile. “thanks, parr.”

parr returns the smile. “of course, kid.” she stands up, gives her one last meaningful look, and exits the room, leaving katherine alone.

katherine doesn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night again. just as she thinks she might be about to doze off, her hand comes up to absentmindedly scratch at her neck, aggravating the sharp red lines already there. by the time morning comes, her neck is a mess of irritated raised skin and katherine physically winces as she looks at herself in the mirror. she couldn’t go down to breakfast looking like that, and so she grabs some concealer and tries her best to cover the marks on her neck.

each press of the makeup sponge makes her flinch, the concealer probably not mixing well with the angry skin.

she blends it the best she can without crying out in pain, until her neck looks fairly evenly toned.

she leaves her room and makes her way to the stairs, but freezes with her hand on the banister as she hears parr from downstairs.

“she hasn’t been sleeping,” katherine hears her say, presumably through the phone. “i don’t know what to do.”

there’s a pause.

“i understand, jane,” she says, “but she doesn’t want to talk.”

embarrassment and a touch of shame rushes through katherine. jane was meant to be enjoying herself, not worrying about katherine, especially over something as stupid as a couple of nightmares. she fixes a smile on her face and heads down the stairs as loudly as possible so parr could at least pretend she hadn’t been snitching on katherine. okay, that wasn’t fair of her, she chastises herself. parr wasn’t snitching, she was just worried. what katherine needed to do, then, was to remove the worry. she needed to seem like everything was fine.

she holds her head up to show her makeup-covered neck and looks as awake as possible by smiling at parr, then furrowing her brows and pointing at the phone in her hand.

‘jane,’ parr mouths, completely unaware katherine had been listening in. the younger girl nods. “can i speak to her?”

parr looks somewhat surprised, then hands over the phone.

“mum?” she asks. “how’s ohio?”

“kat,” jane says, sounding almost relieved. “it’s lovely, kat. dr harrison has been so nice. how’s everything at home?” she asks the last part slightly cautiously, and katherine knows what she’s getting at, but she decides to play it off.

“everything’s fine. i had a nightmare last night, but then parr came in and spoke to me, and i slept like a baby for the rest of the night.” she figures a half lie would be better; parr had no doubt told jane about the nightmare, so it was better to include it in her story.

“really?” jane asks, sounding slightly taken aback.

“yeah, i think i must have been tired,” katherine tries her best to sound nonchalant.”

jane gives a hum, one that doesn’t sound completely convinced but she doesn’t press on.

“well at least it’s only an evening show tonight, right?” jane asks.

they only talk for a few more minutes before jane has to hang up, saying something about needing to talk to doctor harrison. she says they’ll talk later and the line goes silent.

katherine sets the phone down, gives parr what could barely be called a glare, and retreats back upstairs.

#six the musical #six musical #jane seymour #katherine howard #catherine parr #julie and jess write #you clicked your heels and wished for me

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incorrectmacgyvercbsquotes · 5 years ago

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Ok so I started up an incorrect quotes blog and its so much harder than I thought. I was hoping you could give me some advice, considering how consistent your blog is in quality and post amount. How do you collect quotes? how many quotes do you have queued at any given point. help me obi wan you're my only hoe

Okay, so first of all I’m flattered that you’d come to me for advice! And no, the hoe thing didn’t offend me. It just makes me think of Carrie Fisher :’)

I think the first key to quality incorrect quotes is having a good understanding of the characters. Their personality, their voice, their relationships, etc. If you get that, you’re halfway to making quality quotes.

Before I even thought about starting up this blog, I had been submitting incorrect quotes to a Legends of Tomorrow incorrect quotes blog for a while. Doing that kind of gave me a feel for how the incorrect quotes thing should work, and I decided that the MacGyver fandom needed an incorrect quotes blog.

When I started this blog, it wasn’t easy. I started out with something like 5 queued quotes per day and not that much inspiration. That was way too much. Fortunately, though, I figured that out pretty soon and reduced my queue down to 2 quotes per day until I could really get into the swing of things, and it helped a lot. Once I got more of a queue built up and figured out where to get quotes from, I upped it to 3 quotes per day, and it’s been that way ever since.

So, how do I collect quotes? Honestly, mostly I scroll just through Tumblr a lot on my phone and take screenshots of anything that I think might possibly be useful. I follow a lot of fandom blogs that post about movies and shows that I haven’t ever seen, and that helps with the inspiration. I also occasionally go to other fandom incorrect quotes blogs and take screenshots of some of the quotes they’ve used. I’ve also used various writing prompt blogs and Wikiquote articles to help me find quotes. Right now, I literally have over 1,000 screenshots saved on my phone, and most of them are unused ideas for incorrect quotes. I also have a private playlist on YouTube that I use to collect videos that have excellent quote ideas. I also find inspiration from whatever I’m watching or reading at the time.

(I would suggest including the source for the quote as much as possible. If you look through my tags, I try to always tag the source for my quotes. If I don’t know, I just use the tag source: unknown. Then, if somebody recognizes where it’s from, they can let me know and I’ll change it.)

How many quotes do I have queued up at any given moment? It varies, but for me personally, I don’t like to get down below around 25 quotes in my queue. Because I queue 3 posts per day, 21 posts is an entire week. I’m usually really busy, between being a teacher and helping with my church’s youth group, so I like to have at least a week prepared so that the queue doesn’t run out. Recently, I was so busy this summer that for a while all of my quotes were submissions and reblogs, but fortunately the queue never ran out.

Currently, I have 68 posts in my queue. That will last me over 3 weeks with my system. I’ve had up to 200+ posts in my queue, and it’s gotten as low as 0 before. I try to look ahead when I know I’m going to be out of town or super busy and make sure my queue will last through then. I also try to sit down once a week or so and crank out a bunch of them in my queue from the screenshots that I’ve collected. Deleting the screenshots when I’m finished with them is such a satisfying feeling!

My suggestion for your queue is to have at least 8 days worth queued up in advance, however many that means for you. (Yes, that means doing some basic math.) That will give you some wiggle room for that inevitable week when you have five thousand and one things going on and you don’t have time to do anything other than drink some coffee and eat a bagel and work.

It’s a lot of work, and there’s definitely a bit of a learning curve involved. It’s not going to be perfect and amazing at the very beginning. When I first started out, I was ecstatic if I got 10 notes on a post, and even more so if one of those notes was a reblog!

I’d love to talk to you more about my processes if you want to come off of anon :)

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