#Trainer Mona

[greyciees]

So I’ve been playing Black and White again

[cursezoroark]

inconvenient flight

[the-kr8tor]

REQUEST

Y'know, Hobie n R hit the boombahya, now the twins are getting a li'l bro? :3

The twins could be like, 4-5 years old now, maybe?

Yeesss new baby alert!! Thank you, roze ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, mom! Reader, dad! Hobie, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, dad AU, fluff

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Hobie's nervous, and it's not because he's scared for you because you're in labour and actively pushing out a whole new human being, that was hours ago, all the blood and sweat have been wiped clean and the baby now presumably sleeps in your arms. And it's not because he's scared of having a new kid, he's way past that phase thanks to your help. No, it's not because of those things why his hands are so clammy, he's scared whether or not his girls, his first babies will get along with the new addition to the family. Especially when they wanted a baby sister.

He flicks his eyes upwards towards the rearview mirror to check on the girls. Their legs dangle off the car seat that they've quickly outgrown. They should be out of it in a few years, but he's sure he won't be ready to face the fact that the squishy cheeked babies he used to carry around all time are now eight years old with their long legs they both inherited from him. The new baby car seat sits between them, all shiny and new, awaiting the new baby.

They eat their chips and ice cream happily, a little treat he bought for them to soften the blow of the news. Ramona hums a tune, a nervous habit of hers. Her, or your cardigan for the matter sits largely on her frame, sparkly trainers shining in the early morning light. While Billie eats her ice cream cone like she hasn't eaten in days. Like Mona, she also sports one of your jackets, a frilly one that you used to wear back when you and Hobie were just friends. They clearly miss you after just a couple of days in hospital.

Hobie unclasps his seat belt, twisting around his seat to speak to them, like a zoo keeper facing lions, he gingerly takes a chip, waiting for their protest.

“Dad!” Billie reacts first, “I was eating that.”

“And I bought it.” He annoyingly chews to lighten the mood.

Mona lifts her eyes from her melting ice cream to her dad. Always the more perceptive one, she senses his nerves. “Is mum okay?” Her tone makes Billie take a whole 180 on her emotions.

“What– why would she not be okay?” Billie turns to her dad, tone soft and clearly terrified at the thoughts rolling in her mind. “Dad, mum is okay, right?”

“She's fine, Mac,” He can see the relief on their faces. “just— she's knackered, pushing the baby out tired was hard, so can you two promise me that you'll be extra careful with her and the baby?”

They look at each other for a second before nodding. “Okay,” they say simultaneously. Hobie's used to their synchronization.

“Good,” he pats both of their knees. “Ready to head out and meet your sibling?”

“Yes!” Billi exclaims, the ‘s’ sound prolonged.

Mona finishes her ice cream in one gulp, brain freeze evident on her face. The same expression you get whenever you bite into your ice cream. He can't wait to see you too, it's only been a few hours since he left your side but it feels like a year.

Wincing, Mona smiles, showing off her dimples and pearly whites. “I'm good!”

“Let's go then.” Hobie doesn't need to help them with their car seat, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't miss it. All he does now is open and close the doors for them, he feels all nostalgic. He hopes he gets the same feeling when his boy gets the same age as his girls.

Locking the car, Billie skips ahead while Mona takes her dad's hand wordlessly. “Bee!” She yells after her sister. “Look both ways!”

Billie stops in her tracks to check her left and right. Then she tosses a thumbs up behind her, continuing her way towards the entrance of the hospital.

“D’you think we need a leash for your sister?” He tuge at Mona's hand jokingly.

“Leashes aren't nice, dad, they hinder us from our freedom to move around.” She says seriously, or as seriously a eight year old can sound like.

“That's my girl.” Hobie grins down.

“Learned from the best.” She beams up at him, he can't believe that she grew up looking more like you when everyone thought she looked like him when she was a baby. “Aunty Yuri taught me that.”

Hobie scrunches his nose. “You ruined it, cheese.” She clearly knows what she's doing based on her cheeky grin. He's her kid alright.

“Dad! Elevator!” Billie, in her blue overalls, holds the elevator doors open. “Hurry!” She stomps her foot impatiently.

“Alright, we're comin’” Entering the elevator, Billie seems to be jumping all over the walls. Maybe he shouldn't have given them ice cream.

Her eyes flit over the various medical posters inside the elevator, feet unconsciously doing a little dance.

Mona tugs at Hobie's hand, beaded bracelets clinking against each other. “You look knackered, dad.” His heart melts.

Patting her head, Hobie's hand is big enough to cover her entire head. Her curls stick out in-between his fingers and the ribbons she hastily tied around her hair. “I am, dovey. But I'll be alright, mum and my babies come first, yeah?”

“But who'll take care of you?” Her eyes gloss over. Billie heard the conversation through her fog of excitement. She holds the sleeve of Hobie's leather jacket like she always does when she's unsure.

He whispers, hands on both of their heads. “I'm Spiderman, innit? If I can handle lizard on my worst day, I can handle this.”

Mona thinks for a second. She smiles once she gets an idea. “Then we'll watch over you then!”

“Mm-hmm!” Billie agrees, “Like mum always does!”

Hobie would've embraced his girls until he lets all his love for them out, but the ring of the doors opening cuts him off. With a sniff, he feels the tears behind his eyes once again.

“You two are already better at this than me,” he softly says as he leads them out of the lift. He has no idea why he worried so much.

Walking past the nurse’s station, both of his babies are holding each of his hands now, hopping and skipping happily. Their curls bounce cutely, getting a nurse’s attention. Hobie recognizes her as one of the nurses that attended to you.

“You two are adorable!” She coos, “d’you girls want a lolly?” Shaking a jar full of colourful lollipops, surprisingly, the girls shake their heads.

“No, thank you, Mum and dad said to not accept any candies from strangers.” Mona puffs out her chest bravely. Her sister agrees, nodding along to her words.

Hobie chuckles whilst the nurse does the same. “It's alright, love, I know her, go take some.” He urges them, still a tad apprehensive, Billie takes one for the team, taking two lollies. Yellow for her, and green for Mona.

“Wait! What about the baby?” Mona exclaims,

Billie knits her eyebrows.

“I don't think your baby brother is allowed to have a lolly yet.” The nurse, naive to what she just revealed, returns back to her desk.

“What?!” They crane their neck up incredibly fast, shock on their faces, letting go of their dad's hand like they've been betrayed.

Hobie's ready to mitigate any tantrums, mouth opening to explain, the twins’ grins grow larger (and cuter) making their dad go through a rollercoaster of emotions.

“We have a baby brother?” Mona says giddily.

“Told you it would work!” Billie takes her sister's hand, bouncing up and down.

“What would work?” Hobie has never been more confused when it comes to his daughters.

“Reverse psychology!” They both speak at the same time.

“We keep saying that we want a baby sister but we actually wanted a brother! Now we've tricked mummy's belly to have a boy instead of a girl!” Billie explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Hobie doesn't have the heart to tell them that it doesn't work that way. He lets them be, guiding them towards your room as they celebrate their so-called win.

He smiles at them, nodding along. “Yeah, that's great, love— look at that we're here.” Knocking once, he opens the door with a creak.

Billie and Ramona stop from hopping around, peeking inside, they see you sitting up on the bed cradling a bundle of blue blanket.

You smile, shoulders sagging and finally able to relax. Eyes glistening from the mere sight of them alone, (you blame your hormones) you beckon them over.

“My babies,” you softly say, sniffing.

The distinct smell of disinfectant and clean linen immediately has Hobie on dad mode. He remembers the day the girls were born, all shaky legs and clammy hands as the doctor hands them over to him for the first time. Now he has one more bundle to carry, and now he's much more ready and experienced, yet his legs are still wobbly, and his hands are still sweaty. It's like he's back when he first carried his son even though it was just a few hours ago.

He guides Billie and Mona towards your bed, hands on their back, whispering to them. “Indoor voices, mac and cheese. We don't want to scare your brother.”

“Okay.” Mona nods. “Hi, mum, hi little brother.” She softly says, and you scooch to make space for them both on the bed so they could see him better. Mona lifts up her leg carefully, sitting down by your side, planting her face on your bicep. Eyes wide, she holds your hand where you hold your son's tiny leg. “He looks so much like dad. Especially his eyes.” Voice even softer now, you kiss her temple as thanks for being gentle.

Billie has a harder time though, Hobie senses her nerves, whether it's his spidey senses or his dad's intuition, he just knows. Billie is definitely nervous by how she bounces on the balls of her feet, and wrings her hands. He hasn't seen her this anxious since her first recital.

Hobie crouches down, hand on her shoulder, soothing her by mere touch alone. “You alright, Bee?” You watch the interaction in the corner of your eye. Mind still a bit foggy, body still aching, you'd help if not for those feelings.

“Will the baby like me?” She timidly asks her dad, frown deepening on her lips. “What if he hates me?”

“Impossible, angel.” Hobie rubs her back, “he listened to your voice while he was still in mum's belly, and he always moved and wiggled around whenever he heard you. I know he loves you, just like how your mum and I knew that you and Mona would love each other.”

Billie, still his little girl, hugs him right on the spot. Little arms wrapped around his neck, nerves melting off her. Just like how Hobie used to do, he lifts her up, carrying her to your bed.

She sits down right next to her sister, frown immediately gone the moment she lays her eyes on her brother. “He’s so fat.” Giggling, Billie looks at you with the same adoration. “You made him fat, mum.”

You beam at her, you'd embrace both of them if your hands aren't occupied by the sleeping newborn. “It’s because of all the bread and pasta I ate.” Billie and Mona laugh softly, continuing to coo at their brother. Billie sniffs at the blanket, whispering something that sounds like ‘new baby smell.’

Tilting your head at Hobie, eyes tender, you smile at him. Grinning back, he holds your head, placing a heavy kiss on your forehead.

“I was the one who made you all that pasta and bread, you blamin’ me, love?” He says the joke against your temple.

“I'm feeling nice today, so I'm blaming us both. I blame my cravings and I blame you for indulging me.” Moving your head without moving your body to not disturb the baby, (which was a challenge,) you pucker your lips, waiting for him to move. “Told you they'd love him.”

“I should've never doubted you.” With a dramatic sigh, he leans down to kiss you properly.

Now for the next challenge, naming their son. Billie and Mona are already whispering ideas, which includes names ranging from their favourite cartoon characters to even naming them after their uncles. You and Hobie watch on while the baby sleeps soundly, and while your girls argue quietly.

[hamofjustice]

Julinemo Week, Day 3: Study Session

(This could probably be better but this week is an exercise in just posting without being a perfectionist and I wanna go to bed, so)

The late afternoon breeze streaming through Nemona's window kept her room smelling as fresh and alive as a new adventure, as she and her favorite guest did something quite a bit less exciting: reviewing their Battle Studies homework.

Nemona was on her bed, leaving just enough space for her napping Pawmot, while Juliana and her Gardevoir were down on the plush green rug she'd picked out for Nemona the previous week (which Nemona insisted on paying for). The Battle Frontier Channel was on the big TV as familiar background noise, though Gardevoir at least seemed more interested in looking up at that than the open books.

"Uhhh… question nine… 'Which kind of Terrain protects from ailments instead of powering up attacks?'" Juliana read out.

"Oh, um… Misty Terrain! I was just thinking about that one. It might help you remember that one's different 'cause it's not called Fairy Terrain."

"Oh yeah, huh. Good point."

"It's not teeechnically correct to say it's the only one that does that, 'cause, like, Electric Terrain keeps you awake, and Misty Terrain does power up Terrain Pulse and Misty Explosion, but… I think you can safely ignore those since there's no 'none of the above' options… right?"

"Uh… nope, there's not. Wow, Mona… you know more than these books do, huh? Hehehe…"

"Heh. Nah, they're probably just tryin' to keep it simple. I've never used Misty Explosion in my life!"

"Oh. Well, I appreciate trying to keep it simple, 'cause some of these things have so many arbitrary little details to remember…"

"I know, right? I guess it's not like anybody sat down and designed 'em all elegantly like a video game, though." Nemona pointed out, before starting to tap her pencil eraser to her chin and then her temple as she looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder if Misty Explosion might be decent BECAUSE no one expects it…"

"Maybe? Mmm, I dunno…"

"I've actually gotta figure that out soon. When you get into Advanced Battle Studies like me, you'll have to--"

"IF I get into Advan--"

"WHENNN you get in, 'cause you're smart and cool and attr-- attentive, and a Champion like me, and have me helping youuu…" Nemona insisted, briefly pointing her eraser down at Juliana as if it were a threat. Pawmot kept sleeping, fully accustomed to its Trainer's volume. "… You've gotta make theme teams for all these field conditions! It's kinda fun, but… I dunno how good some of these would be. They start ya off easy with Rain, but… hmm…"

"Oh, is that what you're working on up there?"

"Eh, sorta. I've got the Psychic Terrain one for this week figured out ahead of schedule, so I'm getting started on the Misty Terrain one now."

"So you could just… not be doing homework right now, if you wanted?" Juliana prodded.

"I mean… I guess, but then I'd probably just be bored and houndin' you to go out with me. Uh, f-for battles and stuff."

"Mmm. Yeah, probably. Well… thanks for matching my pace, then."

"Always."

"Hehe… "

They both smiled at each other for a bit before getting back to work. Each of them sighed happily and gave their partner Pokemon some petting. But eventually…

"Uh… I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom." Juliana quietly announced.

"Mmmkay. Be my guest."

Nemona looked up from the page and gazed off into space as Juliana stepped out, but then…

"Hey, Gardevoir." she whispered.

"Devoira…?" Juliana's companion answered sleepily, turning its head up to Nemona.

"Can you… show me how Juliana feels about me?"

"Garde." the Embrace Pokemon said with a nod. It rolled its neck a bit before scooting a bit closer and reaching out to Nemona with its green hand.

"Ooh, are we gonna do a mind meld? Heh…"

Almost as soon as she took its hand, Nemona's eyes shut and brows shot up like she'd once again misread a teaspoon of Spicy Herba Mystica as a tablespoon. After a few moments, however, she seemed to become accustomed to whatever had been put in front of her mind's eye. Her expression became one of curious awe, then wholesome warmth, then giddy delight as she wiggled her feet happily behind her. She opened her eyes back up as the emotional transmission ended, needing a moment to refocus on reality. "Oh… oh man… th-thanks bud. I, uh… huh…"

"De gara, devoira."

Juliana came back into the room to find Nemona blushing and giggling, and immediately looked down at herself to try and find a reason for it, to no avail.

"Hehehehe… Hey, I think I might be moving down to the floor with you, actually." Nemona decided, picking up her book.

[snackugaki]

Originally posted as a reblog

but! now with more speedrun run-on sentence speculationing because I have ✨A Problem™✨

hokay. so. here’s the earth. I don’t really go there, it’s not my jurisdiction, my dvd region or IP address but I know you gotta have your control group and experimental groups, so. do I know if splinter and the boys should actually be referred to the as the control group? hahahahha-- no, not at all. but no scientist is over my shoulder to check my work so moving on.

April’s dad probably tried to go an ethics board or OSHA or whatever for Sacks’ bullshit, didn’t get anywhere so took shit into his own hands ‘cuz I guess fuck them animals-- doesn’t matter April Hogosha O’Neil saves Splinter and the boys. Lab’s ruined, Sacks is out (supposedly) one big-ass container of ooze. now a person with their shit together would have gathered the information in order to proceed to the next point.

but.

ha!  anyway. Sadsack kills April’s dad, and probably has a tiff and a half with Shredder about the lab destruction. Shredder probably got maaaad, like you’re his student and you got your whole shit destroyed in a fire? embarrassing. anyway, Shredder’s shrewd as fuck, keeps Sadsack on to do his little science things but now monitored. heavily. i’mma pretend the experimental groups were housed in a different building and thus spared the control group’s fiery “death”. Shredder’s a hoarder with a sunk-cost fallacy complex and probably kept those going under a different team. Sadsack wasn’t notified because a) Shredder can’t trust him with nothing apparently 2) if he did know, he’s the kind of arrogant prick to be all “do not sully my mind with subgrade projects wah wah, my dumbass likes to pretend I’m so calculating but a nerd with a lighter ruined like x years of research”

turns out those experimental groups became something, wow. I’d feel like in terms of testing out multiple variations of the formula, venus and jennika had the least, then slash, then tokka and rahzar. and just ‘cuz all this was started by being tagged in someone’s ask... I feel like maybe Mona and Leatherhead were an extra test group tacked onto the roster after seeing Venus and Jennika gain sentience and gorgeous cheekbones. ‘cuz if that happened, “wouldn’t it be dope if we got a komodo dragon (instead of a salamander, or maybe some Jurassic Park shit and splicing that salamander into a komodo dragon lol y not) and an alligator to do a backflip while throwing a knife?”

anyway, everyone’s gaining sentience like a tiktok dance trend, Venus and Jennika get carted away from the Foot scientists to train. for how long? until what age? i dunno, whatever’ll endear them most to the grandpa character I’d have them meet in Chinatown after they decide to go rogue. but backtracking, they get some training in before plot shenanigans and hey, they should go to nyc because “we have a branch of the Foot Clan there, USDA, FDA, NBA, CIA, FBI are too nosy so we’ll ship our more containment breachy subjects to japan or whereever we can keep thing until we can introduce them in later movies that’d happen in a brighter timeline.”

so like, first of all, you can’t tell kids nothing, and the Foot were the dumbasses who decided to teach teenage girls paramilitarized ninjutsu ig idk how the Foot was supposed to be in the bay movies. Sites say it’s a paramilitary group started by Sacks’n Shredder, Shredder talks as if it’s a reincarnation of the ninja Foot Clan so.... whatevs, my daughters learn ninjutsu. and they’re being shipped off to nyc. and because you can’t keep humanity down Venus and Jennika’s “trainers” didn’t depersonalize them like they were supposed to, and look, they’ve got personalities now. they have hobbies. you ruined a perfectly good killing machine is what you did. 

and ‘cuz teenage girls are the most unstoppable force on this planet, they break out mid-shipment and enter nyc on their own terms. bright, shiny nyc to girls who can turn your guts into confetti. amazing, perfect. just gonna glide over unnecessary shit and just assume they slipped through NYC like Leo did in the Mutanimal base in the IDW run (which, I have to give that couple of pages its flowers, that was the most real life ninja shit I’ve ever seen in a TMNT comic in my accessible memory bravo) cue nyc tourist montage. my girls are not above swiping shit directly off of people, so they have a great time. they grab beef patties and chopped cheeses, like 20 little blue cups of nyc joe, they swipe I <3 NY shirts that they can kinda fit in (good luck fitting into that shit when you’re older babes)

they wind up in Chinatown (clikkit is2g) did a great job of flying under human radar and oops, not this one old man. lucky for my daughters they’re lucky (plotwise) and lucky (symbolically), that Old Man Chung offers them refuge, cue bonding montage, aww, an old man scuttling after rambunctious freshly adopted daughters. Grandpa Chung has a traditional medicine shop, let’s say Brooklyn’s Chinatown in Sunset Park just like in my tmnt au  and Venus learns his trade and branches off from there, they hang out with the Tai Chi uncles and aunties on Sundays and then, oh no! purple dragons!

cue the City At War arc which would’ve worked wonderfully with the bay movies (as a little entree before krang comes back “stronger”), worth at least two extra movies, Bay could blow up as many luxury brand cars as his widdle hearty-wearty desires with them. ....shit that would have been so fucking cool.

anyway, blah blah, City At War adaptation, everyone’s fighting, shit’s getting confusing-- bam! turtle on turtle violence then reconciliation then sick-ass group hero shot and bad guys just getting shellshocked left’n right. turtle chaos. Leo and Raph absolutely mandatorily must get dunked on. it’s in my contract. donnie and mikey are fine. Venus won’t even fight Donnie too much on the science/’magic’ shit because she figured out where he keeps the pop tarts and just ‘cuz bay Donnie seems too chill and level-headed to get worked up about the whole “wuh bUt mAgiC hAs No sCieNtiFiC bAaAaAsiS baa baa baa” but probably asks why Venus collects so many discarded crystal rocks, “.. sometimes rock shiny, rock nice! most important... rock projectile weapon, hhgkh!!” 

thank you, this has been my TMNTTedTalk.

[some-tiny-dragon]

The thing I find interesting about Pokemon Scarlet and Violet is that the school is both a great tutorial and bad tutorial.

Let's start with the actual school layout I immediately noticed that all the halls are blocked and you're prompted to the room select screen. Though it seems that the entire rest of the school was removed: it's fine because just think of how annoying it would be to navigate the school. Trust me, even if it was 3 labeled halls: people will get lost.

The classes in concept are great. I myself learned about the terrastalizing mechanic and how STAB moves work. And the other little classes were fun. I also see good value in the lessons for people wanting to understand the game a better. Plus they're optional and reward you for completing the class.

But there's too much talking in these lessons.

The language class has just a guy spouting off a bunch of words in other languages and it gets really distracting. Would be cool if you selected a language and he just taught that a bit. The art class is just talking about tera types and what makes something artistic. Though it would make for a hilarious moment where at the end of the semester Hassel goes "HOLY SHIT WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MAKING ART! Here's some crayons, now go paint the Mona Lisa or something!" Followed by an MS Paint style minigame. Then theres the home economics class which should have thrown in the sandwich minigame. The gym class should have added some battles to demonstrate the subject.

There needed to be more action in the classes to emphasize points and give more reason for participating in lessons.

You can also visit your teachers, instigating some special cutscenes once you've taken a number of classes. But they don't really have much to say normally. That kinda sucks because that would be a great place to expand on subjects that don't relate to the game like Hassel giving genuine art advice, Saguaro giving extra advice in cooking, Salvator doing a word of the day, Jacq threatening to fail you if you don't rate his app 5 stars, Dendra giving you an exercise to try once a day or Tyme teaching math tricks.

As I said: the school is a great idea and almost did it well, but made the same mistake that the trainer tips in previous games.

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

🎙️: an audio recording

[Minor ruffling from the audio, heavy wind and squawking of Pokémon. A shush can be heard, as the audio recorder is slipped inside something, before a zipper is heard.]

LOCHLAND: ….Hey, Nemona. You’ve attended this school for about a year now right?

NEMONA: Hm? Yeah?

LOCHLAND: What was it like?

[There’s the faintest sound of humming, as someone closes a heavy book.]

NEMONA: Not much different than your year here, actually. Though, those Team Star punks weren’t a thing until way after the Treasure Hunt ended. Why’d ask?

LOCHLAND: I just find it weird you have nobody to really…rival you, y’know? Didn’t you mean any other kids doing the Gym Challenge?

[Silence for a moment. A heavy sigh.]

LOCHLAND: …’Mona?

NEMONA: …The thing is, most kids aren’t- they don’t make it as far. They get around Iono or Kofu, then they quit. It gets too hard. So Champion Ranked trainers are few and far between.

NEMONA: There’s some that I’d think would make it far, Y’know? It’s just..they’re not like me. I’m more hyper than other kids. I care more about battling and…yeah. I can be a lot.

LOCHLAND: Oh. Man, I’m sorry.

NEMONA: Don’t be! It was in the past, and besides, now I’ve you and Emmy!

LOCHLAND: I thought Emmy was the same year as you?

NEMONA: Yeah, but now she’s doing the Gym Challenge this time and her battles are so cool! She’s got this artistic sense of Battle- kinda like in those Contest things and she’s really unique with it! Not to mention, she comes up great strategies, like using her Othrworm’s steel typing to combat Larry’s Dundunsparce by setting up with Iron Defense and-

[Silence.]

LOCHLAND: ….Go on.

NEMONA: Why are you doing that smile.

LOCHLAND: What smile?

NEMONA: That Persian grin! Like you’ve found something funny about-

[The sound of a gasp is heard, ruffling and sounds of unzipping a bag is heard. A male starts snickering.]

NEMONA: You little-! Oh my gosh, I do not have a crush on her!

LOCHLAND: Pppft- C’mon Nemona it’s June! Be who you are…for your priiiide-

[Lochland screams in fear, sound of footsteps audibly heard, as something thuds, quickly tailing behind him. Laughter from both parties can be heard.]

LOCHLAND: Help!! Assualt!! I’m being attacked, haha!

NEMONA: I’m going to get you! We’re the same height, I have your leg strength!!

LOCHLAND: I’m taller than you!

[The last few sounds are Lochland being chased by Nemona, as people’s inaudible murmurs can be heard before cutting out.]

[an-aura-about-you]

so I know I'm late to the Glass Onion party and that everybody's already talked about the Mona Lisa and whether it was really the Mona Lisa or not, I have seen that discourse. and I have come with perhaps not a new observation but the one I'm fond of:

it doesn't matter if it was the real Mona Lisa as long as Miles thought it was the real Mona Lisa.

consider what we learn throughout the movie

Miles Bron is an idiot. It is proven repeatedly throughout the movie that every good idea he's ever had is one he took from someone else. He can't even come up with a good insult on his own, with his very last line referring to his disruptors as, "Shitheads," the way Helen has the entire movie.

Miles Bron has a concept of expense but not of value. He is first seen playing Blackbird on the guitar Paul McCartney wrote it on (put a pin in that for the next point) but literally tosses it aside moments later. He has Serena Williams available as a paid trainer but has her on the clock with nothing to do but read. He paid Philip Glass to compose a fucking hourly chime that's shorter than the chime of a grandfather clock. He knows the murder mystery he paid for was expensive and simply assumed that expensive equals difficult and good, but when Benoit Blanc walks us through the clues it feels like the equivalent of an Encyclopedia Brown case.

Miles Bron will go along with what you say if it sounds right. Related to the being an idiot thing, he immediately assumes Blanc's hypothesis that somebody reset the box to send him the invitation instead of doing any sort of research to see if that was even possible. He also says his puzzle guy didn't make a prototype box, just the five that were sent out, but to me that either means one/all of the boxes sent was the prototype, or puzzle guy had these on hand already somehow and lied about there not being a prototype? And remember how I said Miles was playing Blackbird on Paul's guitar? It was pointed out to me that Miles's guitar is right-handed while Paul played left-handed. So in addition to the Mona Lisa thing, there's the question of is that really a guitar used by Paul McCartney?

And that last bit leads me to the lovely notion that Miles certainly believes the painting in his fancy case is the Mona Lisa and he believes he got it on loan from the Louvre. That's who he talked to, right? Surely they wouldn't lie to him.

For what it's worth, I do think the painting in the universe of Glass Onion is the real Mona Lisa. While this is a neat little thought exercise, I'm not sure if there would have been a scammer out there who knew enough about Miles Bron's weird Mona Lisa boner or the scope of his idiocy to take advantage of the situation like that.

[surven-snacks]

VEN AS A NICKNAME I’M GONNA FUCKING DIE THAT’S SO CUTEEEEEEEEE My trainer nicknames him Aru because the flip of the tongue to say Arven is hard for someone who grew up speaking Sinnoh-han (Japanese) Everyone Must Nickname The Boy

Aru 🥺💘 what a darling nickname!

Yes haha! Ven is the most basic nickname she has for him. There's variations like Vennie but she does give him food related nicknames.

I do like to think her favorite food related nickname would be his JP name, Pepper. Of course since it's a game thing, she'd connect it to something else. Pepper would also be shortened to Peppy or Pep.

As for her, Sunny is already a nickname. Could be shortened to Suns or Sol, but Sue and Annie from Susannah could be options too 😊

Penny and Nemona get the girlfriends girl friends nicknames. She calls them Babe, Baby, Sweetie, Honey, Mi Esposa, stuff like that HAHA but she does call Penny, Pen and Nemona, Mona or Nems sometimes

> General Galarian casualness to call anyone you're talking to as "Love" throws off the average Paldean.

I just love nicknames!!! 🫂💖

[thetravelingymleader]

((Closed Starter for @strawberrymoon-cocoa))

Nox decided to wait in the hotel lobby for the arrival of Mona. The champion mentioned being on the way, but the trainer was too excited and nervous to wait in his room, so here he was sitting in one of the lobby chairs, mindlessly scrolling through his rotom phone.

He wasn't entirely sure what she looked like except she had pink hair, glasses and was aesthetically pretty. Should be easy enough to spot her, right?

[cursezoroark]

“How much do you know about Mona?”

This is often a question passed from friend to friend. Friend to Enemy. Enemy to friend. Friend to lover. But never strangers. As the interceptor roamed the region, their name spread far and thin, in an almost broken game of telephone. Some spun rumors, some scoffed, some marveled, some praised. But the answer was always different. No matter who it was.

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“Ah uh-“ Ben rummaged the boxes in the shelves of the barn, glasses of moomoo milk clinking together in harmony. “Hold on- here. Hold this. I know them somewhat yeah. Wandered straight into the barn and fell asleep in a haystack. Woke them up and fed them some of these moomoo milk you’re holding. Went on some weird journeys together, got tackled by an Emboar. And from there we’re friends!”

The farmer opened his own glass of moomoo milk, taking a swig before continuing. “It’s a good thing my intuition was right. Strong, strong trainer they were, enough to carry my Miltank! That kid could lift! I’d say they’re almost perfect to live in a farm, wish we could have kept them to work. Ah well.”

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“Mona? I know everything. I’m best friends with Mona.” A man with a baseball cap crowed to their peers. In the bustling streets of GDC, he sat inside of a local cafe, petting his Victreebel (who was enjoying a honey milk tea). “We’ve got some tight history, man. My cousin, Oli? Before he passed they would play together all the time. I was their babysitter.”

“Oh yeah. They were shy as fuck. Trembled and shit. Oli and I were able to get them out of it, and then it was just me. Back then we had each others back. Now look at them!”

“Why don’t we keep in contact anymore? Ah well, fallouts. They happen, we lose touch. I’m just proud to see them succeed. I was right to believe in them. Now they’re the big hotshot!”

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“To be honest? Not much.” Melia admitted. Carefully polishing her pokeballs, she ruminated over the question in an almost hesitant manner. To her side, Hapi chirped softly, before leaning against her.

“Mona is kind. They’re my best friend. And they saved my life more times than it ever should be. Those are three things I know.” One pokeball was set down for another, its polish gleaming under the ceiling light. “They also have a tendency to get lost, be reckless, and come back in days- that’s four.”

“I told them things about me, what I could offer. My childhood, my hobby, my fears, my worries, whatever I could spare, but- sorry Hapi, here- they don’t say much. They never say much, they just listen and it’s so. So. Ugh.”

“I don’t know if it’s hard for them to talk about, or they don’t remember, or if it’s some interceptor Effect, but they just won’t answer me.” Melia began targeting her frustration at a noticeable smudge in Patience’s pokeball. Quickly, the smudge began to stain the cloth, in a crusty, soot color.

“I want them to trust in me. And I’ll keep trying until I die. I’ll answer your question when I get there, ok?”

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[thatringboy]

Didn't you once make a genshin pokemon au? How's that going?

If I had any ounce of artistic ability, I'd be sketching the hell out of this au

For now it's just a list of every genshin character and the pokemon I think they would train based on their design and personality. Some are the same elemental type as the character's Vision while others are based on designs and backstories

And note that these are all personal partner choices!!

had to put everything under the cut because it really is every genshin character

Traveler: Swoobat, Solrock (Aether)/Lunatone (Lumine), Alolan Raichu, Celebi (borrowed!), Dewott

side note, the traveler switches partner when they would switch elements in the game. at times when the traveler can use multiple elements is when they use multiple partners, if that makes sense

Bold means Gym Leader

Italicized means Archon

Khaenri’ah - Psychic Gym? Ghost Gym? What are they??? 

Abyss!Sibling: Giratina

Dainsleif: Unown D

Susbedo: Zoroark

Mondstat - Flying Gym 

Amber: Scorbunny

Kaeya: Vanillish

Lisa: Yamper

Barbara: Alomomola

Diluc: Blaziken

Albedo: Baltoy

Jean: Jumpluff

Fischl: Corviknight

Bennett: Houndour

Noelle: Regirock

Razor: Manectric

Diona: Alolan Sandshrew

Eula: Absol

Mona: Psyduck

Venti: Rayquaza

Klee: Cyndaquil

Sucrose: Drifblim

Rosaria: Weavile

Mika: Delibird

Liyue - Rock Gym 

Qiqi: Froslass

Zhongli: Stonjourner

Ningguang: Diancie

Keqing: Dedenne

Ganyu: Aurorus

Xiao: Golbat

Xinyan: Turtonator

Yunjin: Minior

Xiangling: Darumaka

Xingqiu: Milotic

Chongyun: Clastform

Shenhe: Alolan Ninetales

Hu Tao: Lampent

Baizhu: Serperior

Beidou: Eelektross

Yanfei: Rapidash

Yao Yao: Chikorita

Yelan: Greninja

Inazuma - Electric Gym 

Kazuha: Togekiss

Ei/Raiden Shogun: Ampharos

Ayaka: Frosmoth

Ayato: Empoleon

Itto: Kabuto

Thoma: Delphox

Sara: Toxtricity

Yae: Morpeko

Gorou: Rockruff

Kokomi: Jellicent

Sayu: Rowlet

Yoimiya: Shiny Blacephalon

Heizou: Xatu

Shinobu: Emolga

Kirara: Meowscarada

Snezhnaya - Ice Gym 

Childe: Lapras

Signora: Galarian Darmanitan

Scaramouche: Pincurchin   Who?

Dottore: Rotom

Tsaritsa: Articuno

Arlecchino: Salazzle 

Sumeru - Grass Gym 

Cyno: Luxray

Collei: Salandit Sprigatito

Tighnari: Leavanny

Nahida: Celebi

Alhaitham: Tsareena

Kaveh: Breloom

Deyha: Incineroar

Nilou: Primarina

Candace: Quagsire

Dori: Polteageist

Faruzan: Areodactyl

Wanderer: Rufflet

Layla: Slowbro

Fontaine - Water Gym 

Furina: Quaquaval

Neuvillette: Inteleon

Lyney: Litten

Lynette: Shaymin (Sky Forme)

Freminet: Snom

Wriothesley: Mr. Rime

Charlotte: Eiscue

Clorinde: Magnemite

Navia: Tinkaton

Sigewinne: Happiny

Egeria: Golduck

Natlan - Fire Gym 

Murata: Entei

Iansan: Cubone

Okay so lore time:

Visions = Pokéballs

Archons and other ancient beings, depending on their stories - some of them (at least Venti and Zhongli) - were “Divine” Pokémon that took on human forms once their species died out and now can train Pokémon like regular people 

Unlike other regions where Pokéballs are all over the place, Teyvat only has “Vision Balls” which are gifted to people by the Divine Seven. It’s tricky to explain, but trainers whose Pokémon use Vision Balls can power-up their partners further than just their Pokemon traveling around by their sides 

But because training Pokémon like this was invented by the Divine Seven in this region, the Raiden Shogun is seizing all Pokéballs from her area of jurisdiction so that no trainer may become as powerful as she, the Divine Gym Leader

Of course, other people can have Pokémon without Vision Balls, but those who have been gifted Pokéballs are said to be the most powerful trainers in the region

And then there’s the Traveler who can use the effects of a Vision Ball, but without one

Delusions could be like artificial Vision Balls that boost Pokémons’ abilities a fuck ton, but at the expense of their energy and potentially life force

Vision Balls boost the bond between trainer and Pokémon, Delusions exploit this

I’ve planned that the Abyss Order is corrupting Pokémon across the region using psychic type moves for their own purposes

Teyvat as a region is a giant melting pot of different Pokémon

The Fatui want to bring glory to the Ice Gym, the Abyss Order wants to restore their lost power

And Dainsleif was cursed when the Divine Seven had Khaenri’ah destroyed, just like Genshin lore

What do y'all think?

[the-kr8tor]

Hie hie I love love your Hobie stories I was wondering if you could please could write something cute . So it’s about the twins asking their parents for a pet and they like seven but age is up to you and Hobie’s being all cheeky asking them if they would be good pet owners typical parent behaviour so they give them babydoll eyes to reader who can’t resist them and I guess the rest is up to you if that’s ok don’t wanna offend you in any way I love your work but if you can’t it’s no the end of the world thanks 😊

You didn't offend me dw dw! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, Mom! Reader, Dad! Hobie, Twin AU, Dad AU, Billie and Ramona AU, FLUFF.

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The girls gasp simultaneously, a cute reaction that would have you smiling sweetly and cooing at them but when you followed their line of sight, you almost audibly groaned.

In each hand you have their tiny palms in yours, Ramona jumps excitedly, eyes sparkling at the luminescent fishes on display in the window of the pet shop. While Billie screeches unabashedly, the sound gets the attention of the nearby people who are coming out of the grocery store. Her hands tugs you towards the store. You swear that they've gotten stronger even though they're only five years old.

“Mummy!” Billie yells at the top of her lungs, pink trainers scrapping on the rough pavement. “They have a puppy!”

“Okay, okay, don't drag mommy around like your doll.”

Hobie chuckles behind you, hands full of groceries. You stare at him with a pout, wordlessly calling for help. He raises both hands, plastic bags crinkling, shrugging.

With a quick glare, he changes course from the teasing. “Listen to mum, Bee. Mon, your shoes are untied, you're gonna trip.”

“‘m okay!” Mona says, ribbons falling off her pigtails from all the jumping. “Can we see the fishes?” You crouch down to tie her shoes, an impossible feat while Billie tries to coax you into going inside the store.

Billie's voice triumphs over Mona's. “The dogs, mum!”

You inhale, wrangling the twins in your arms. “We'll go inside, only if you promise me to behave. And what did dad tell you last time?”

“Don't put your fingers inside the cages.” They both speak at the same time with the same flat cadence.

“And?” Hobie continues for you.

“Don't tap at the aquariums.” They simultaneously say, “can we go now?” Now their twin telepathy has you giggling and almost creeped if not for their cute faces staring at you, waiting for a response.

You decide to tease, hands holding onto their overalls. “Hmm, what do you think, dad?”

Hobie fakes a huff. “Dunno, love, these bags are heavy.”

“Dad!” Billie exclaims, stomping her little foot.

“Please, daddy?” Mona has a different plan, she pouts at Hobie, eyes all big, staring up and pleading with him.

The second Hobie nodded, you're sure that you won't be able to say no to a pet this time. You're already running out of excuses as to why they can't have one. The girls run off, leaving you in the dust.

“I'll just bring these to the car—” Hobie starts.

“Nuh uh” you grab him by his sleeve. “I need backup, I know they're gonna ask again. ‘sides, you can handle the bags, right?” Hobie scrunches his face, a resemblance of both girls when you ask them to eat their veggies. “You're my big strong spider—”

“Fine!” He says before you could finish your teasing. “I am strong.” He murmurs, pecking your cheek before following the girls inside.

“You are so strong!” Ragging him on, you race after him, quickly reciprocating the kiss by smooching his cheek with a resounding smack.

Hobie's lips curl into a sly smile, eyes roaming around the shop for his gremlins. You loop your arm around his own, carefully not adding to the weight. Hand kneading softly at his skin. He grins wider from how you lovingly hold him close.

“Ooh!” Billie's voice acts as a beacon for you and Hobie to follow. You see them both crouched down, eyes big and curious at the lonesome angel fish swimming in the tank.

“She's so pretty!” Mona adds, you're wishing that you brought your camera with you to capture the moment.

Sure enough, when you peek at the aquarium, the cobalt scales of the angelfish has you mesmerized too. “She is gorgeous.”

Both girls turn towards you simultaneously, smile all toothy with a few missing teeth in between their milk teeth. You already know what they're about to ask.

“Please?” Mona starts.

“We'll take good care of her!” Billie finishes with the perfect puppy dog eyes that you know the girls got from Hobie.

“Angelfish is a bit hard to take care of for a first pet. Maybe we should start off with a goldfish?” Hobie joins in unexpectedly, smile identical to the twins. You sometimes think it's unfair that you carried them for nine grueling months only for the girls to end up looking almost exactly like their father. This day is one of those days, because you know you cannot say no to that face. You've even joked about it to Hobie, to which he always replies with a ‘maybe the next one will look like you more.’ When you're too flabbergasted to reply, Hobie brings the other bag of groceries to his other hand to hold yours and then to bring your knuckles to his lips. You've lost, again. “Ain't that right, love?”

You sigh, surrendering to the whims of your adorable yet menace of a family. “Only if they promise to take good care of the fish.” The girls gasp, Billie even embraces Mona like they've won the war. “And it has to be a goldfish, okay?”

The girls can't hold their excitement any longer, they shriek happily, bounding over towards the goldfish section. Hobie kisses your hand again, this time longer, you can feel his smug grin through it. You shake your head with a groan, but you still peck his hand back.

“Wait, girls!” Hobie suddenly calls for them back. They both come hopping over to you. Billie and Mona getting what they want has turned them more obedient. Or they're just biased because their dad finally convinced you to agree. They look up at you sweetly, they know the effect of their cuteness, probably because of uncle Ned who gives them whatever they want if they just look at him all adorable like. “What do you say? Especially to mum?”

“Thank you, mummy!” Mona hugs your leg, while Billie joins in a second later.

Billie looks up, “kiss?” She asks, pouting her lips. No DNA test needed, definitely Hobie's kid, like there was any doubt.

“Of course, baby.” With a quick smooch, she smiles gratefully.

“Thank you, mummy, love you.” She murmurs into the denim of your pants, she's bringing out her big guns for this fish.

“I love you too!” Ramona joins in, puckering her lips too. You give her the same amount of smooch. “Thank you, love you.”

“And I love you both.”

“Okay, stop hounding mum, go pick out your fish.” Hobie pats them both on their curly heads, then both girls give him a not so sly thumbs up.

Mona gestures for her dad to lean down, Hobie obliges. She whispers in his ear but she still doesn't understand the concept of whispering so her tone is as loud as her usual one. “A doggy next time, daddy.”

Billie pipes up, of course hearing the entire thing. “Or a kitten!” You can see from Hobie's face that he wants the monitor lizard in the corner to eat him up.

Your family has played you like a fiddle.

They walk away giggling, talking about what name they should give their fish. Hobie looks back at a glaring you. “I love you so much—”

“You’re cleaning the tank.”

[owlbean]

So it turns out that the presence of "AI art" enthusiasts is increasing on tumblr so I'd like to make my stance extremely clear by explaining what AI art is. I'm going to get rid of a lot of the anthropomorphic terminology used because it obfuscates a lot of how this system actually works. I'll use Midjourney as our example since it's the system I'm seeing most often mentioned in posts. With full disclosure I've written this explanation before and am crossposting it into an actual post because I hope it can be helpful to explain what is going on here.

What we know as AI art is an image generated from a program like Midjourney, which has been "trained" to reproduce individual images associated with certain key words. Training in this context is not the same as a person being taught how to draw because Midjourney is not and will never be a person. That isn't how these systems work. Training refers to the source pool Midjourney pulls from as it is generating images. If you only sourced a program with the Mona Lisa, it would at all times attempt to reproduce the Mona Lisa. It is attempting to find a middle ground of the key words you gave it. When people say AI art cannot innovate, this is what they mean. It cannot reproduce that which it cannot directly source. When AI enthusiasts use terms like emulation, what they mean is reproduction of the median. This is why it doesn't really work as an aid either. It wouldn't correct your proportions for example, it would generate an approximation of the average proportions used by the source pool an then maybe skin a semblance of your style overtop of that.

You may have seen this tweet floating around:

In this case OP wanted to find a way to basically skin the artist's line and colour style over someone else's poses and composition. Whose poses and composition? Impossible to say, because Midjourney's sources are pulling from thousands at once as a way to circumvent the art theft argument. One individual image is a gestalt of so many source images that it makes it basically impossible for every person involved in its generation to band together to litigate.

This is also why so much AI art is that sleek airbrushed anime style, it is incredibly common and variation within is subtle so it's easy to blend it all together and come out the other side with something recognizable. This is also why using artists with extremely distinct styles as a key word often comes out with stylistically recognizable but generally incomprehensible visual slurry.

On the left is the work of the late Kim Jung Gi, who died October 3 2022. On the right is a Stablediffusion AI image generated four days later in "homage." Prior to his death, he did not consent to allowing his work to be used in this way.

Confirmed source pools have been places like Artstation and DeviantART. We actually know this to be the case because so many Artstation artists changed their images to the words "no AI art" that it clogged up the system enough that for a time programs like Midjourney could only reproduce Artstation's very distinctive No AI Art thumbnail image.

It couldn't "remember" previous Artstation Trending prompt sources and use them instead because Midjourney as previously mentioned is not a person and never will be so it does not have a memory or skill, it is reproducing from source pools. The term AI is in itself kind of a smokescreen to create this confusion and defend its legitimacy.

Unfortunately if you're saying "the problem is capitalism" this is true, in the sense that this exists as a cost-cutting measure because the average person would not know and may not care about the distinction. We have seen examples of AI art being used in the backgrounds of anime, D&D sourcebooks, etc. The AI prompters and "trainers" might get paid, but remember that this is a replacement for the work of artists. The artists and photographers from whom these images draw, on the other hand, are not compensated for their part.

(One last note- I'd like to make a distinction between so-called AI art and Algorithmic Art. Algorithmic art is, in florid terms, an expression of its coder. It generally is working within programs and sources all worked on by the artist, often an artist with experience in coding. This is why it's within the purview of abstract art, visually it tends to be abstract in concept and philosophically the code used to generate it is itself part of the piece. Whether or not you LIKE algorithmic art is another question entirely, but it is my personal opinion this is an important distinction.)

[birthclod]

here I'll do this on a separate thing with sum miitopia story characters re: smash mains

umezuru: donkey kong. likes to Hit Things

megido: ganondorf main. gingers rise up (it works because he turns into a beastie too)

crab: torn between megaman and samus

madar: sephiroth. I mean, come on, one winged angel AND massive fuckall sword? perfect for her.

takuto: palutena or pit

mary: ness

tabitha: rosalina (BEE OPINION: peach as well)

bob: I wanna say pikachu is too on the nose but I think he'd like it. Funny rodent go pika (BEE OPINION: he'd probably also just pick mario in every game)

amelia: villager or kirby

jet: same as bob but with sonic instead of pikachu. Alternatively, fox

kurtis: my brain keeps saying meta knight or R.O.B. So meta knight or R.O.B.

mona: i think she'd like pokemon trainer. switch out between the 3 mons

[game-boy-pocket]

I see a lot of people are taking a crack at their ideal Mario Kart Roster. So I decided to try my hand at it, choosing a template that was the most aesthetically pleasing, and using the limited number of slots provided. I wanted so much more, but at the same time constantly felt like I was being unrealistic.

This is it.

I included some characters I'm not that big on for the sake of variety so it's not exactly "my ideal roster" but it's a hell of a lot better than the MK8 roster without resorting to Nintendo cameos.

I would include alt skins... obviously, or the Koopalings simply couldn't work. Maybe they don't work even with skins, since Lemmy and Morton being in the same weight class wouldn't make sense, but you can pry the Koopalings from my cold dead hands.

Ashley may be the most popular Wario Ware character but I feel like Mona is more important being the first character you usually encounter after Wario in every game, and Jimmy is more important being he's the character that you encounter multiple times.

I still don't like babies, or nameless Bowser minions, but Baby Mario is an important part of Yoshi's Island and that's a part of the series history that needs to be represented. And Koopa Troopa is a veteran dating back to the SNES, so I feel he's earned his place.

Geno and Mallow to represent the RPGs because I don't want one without the other, and Fawful is also there, I'm not a fan of him, but I couldn't think of anyone better besides Starlow, and I don't want paper characters in this game unless they're turned 3D, which I don't think Nintendo would do.

I chose Cranky Kong over Funky Kong for two reasons... Funky wasn't in the movie, and, I just don't like Funky kong. Sorry not sorry.

I also made a 2nd roster in the event that Mario Kart really does become Nintendo Kart... here it is.

As you can see, it's still heavily loaded with Mario. Because let's face it, that's the face of Nintendo. I don't think this is that realistic. Ganon probably wouldn't be a racer. We'd have an Animal Crossing Villager as well as more Splatoon characters I think. Probably no Duck Hunt Dog or Little Mac, they'd use Balloon Fight more likely, and maybe an ARMS character if Nintendo still cares about that series. I also think two more Kirby characters are likely. 50/50 on Takamaru being there over someone like Fire Emblem. They really seemed to like referencing that game for some reason. Maybe Ring Fit trainer would be there... but again, I was working with limited space. I think I would be okay with this roster though.

As someone once said in the tracks, the bigger appeal of a Nintendo Kart is the potential for tracks rather than characters, which I agree with. And it may be better to represent certain games through tracks. I really wanted something from Pilotwings in there but I couldn't find any characters that seemed fitting to me.