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escapethewonderland · 4 months ago

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Lost Scenes Thursday! Get to know your favourite authors better. Show five scenes from either abandoned fics where you regret they will never see the light of day, or five scenes from WIPs where you are impatient to see them out there. Long, short, one-liner... it's all good reading. Tag five other authors where you are curious.

(feel free to ignore it though :))

Hello darling! ✨💜

I saw this ask and I couldn't resist because only my PC knows the amount of WIPs I have on it. I was very excited for this, not gonna lie so thank you for sending it!

Some of them will probably never see the light of day, some hopefully will. (fingers crossed because the procrastination is strong in this one 😂)

Tagging a few of my lovelies (feel free to ignore it though 💜✨): @miss-celestia13 @itsnotzka @julesthoughts @cassi0-peia @fem-moony @julcia404

So let's go ahead and dive into it.

Disclaimer: the majority of them were written in my native language so the translation is far from finished and thoroughly edited.

Also, this post is long af.

The first one is a small scene from the first chapter of what was supposed to be my PhilxMC Duskwood fanfiction. 🐦‍⬛

“A weird dream has been troubling me for a while lately” she replied quietly, still facing the window. A ruffling of paper, probably a page being turned and her therapist voice filled the air again. “Would you like to talk about it?” asked the other woman with patience and kindness. Nadia turned around hesitantly, resting her hips against the big window’s edge, hugging her elbows for comfort. She nodded, biting her lower lip while she recalled her dream. “It’s not always quite the same, some minor details change at times” Nadia started saying. “It starts with me waking up in a lush forest, usually barefoot and empty handed. In the dream, I know I’m looking for something so I start walking, watching every step. At times, I wander in the forest for what feels hours or days, with only a bird overlooking my movements.” Nadia began to walk around the doctor’s office almost unconsciously. “Do you remember what kind of bird it is?” the therapist questioned with a soothing tone. The girl shocked her head, long brunette hair falling in waves down her shoulders. “I’m not sure, it’s either a crow or a raven, I can’t really tell the difference” said Nadia, frowning her eyebrows uncertain. The doctor invited her to go on with an encouraging hand’s gesture. “Please, go on” Nadia squared her shoulders for the next part: it usually plagued her most recent nightmares and it scared her to death. “Suddenly, I stop near a tree to inspect it and at a closer look I understand why. There’s something carved in the bark, a sort of stylized symbol in the shape of a raven or a crow, but when my hands are almost about to touch it, a scream fills the air.” Nadia paused, rubbing her arms against the unexpected cold evoked by the tell of her dream. It was one thing when it was all in her head, she could pretend it was only a fragment of her vivid imagination and nothing more. Narrating out loud made it somehow more sinister and real. “I look around frightened, hastily trying to figure out where it came from and then I see it. A figure is standing there, near the trees, with a jute bag over his head. I can’t see his eyes but I know he’s watching me. And then, I’m running for the hills, the creature…or man… whatever it is, it’s following me at full speed and I can’t escape, I can’t hide, I’m like a prey counting the seconds leading up to her death.”

2. The second is an excerpt of an original short story I wrote years ago for a contest called "Dark Seas". I was one of the 3 lucky winners! 🥰 It is not published in English (yet) but here is a little glimpse of it (translation is unedited, it's still in its raw form). 🌊🧜🏻‍♀️

And then a sound interrupted that moment frozen in time. The piercing sound of the general alarm urgently shook the Leviathan’s walls. The man looked up to the ceiling, swearing a bunch of profanities. He barked orders like a rabid animal, his eyes setting at last on the lifeless body of nurse Michaels. “Clean this mess, start the evacuation procedures, NOW!” he ordered peremptory, but no one around him seemed able to move a muscle. “You’ll die, general” declared Seline coldly. The sclera of her eyes shifted color, slowly turning into a deeper shade of blue in stark contrast with the pale iris. “You’ll die alone and forgotten in the depths of the abysses that you believe you can conquer for your dirty deeds” The man looked at her as if seeing the mermaid for the first time. “The ocean does not forgive. This is a promise” murmured Seline, voice sweet as honey before parting her lips and singing a wordless melody. She closed her eyes, listening carefully to the sound of the ocean. She could feel it, right there in the distance, the chanting of the waves screaming for vengeance. The mermaids are coming, my sweet darling. Seline projected that reassuring thought to Eloise, and a sense of calm overcame her. They’re here.

3. The third scene comes from an old, abandoned story about ghosts loosely based on my old school and a dream. 👻

“Tell me. Tell me what you saw,” he demanded, eyes boring a grave look I had never seen before. The sweet lull of the water made the moment feel surreal. I was still grasping for breath when Garrett moved. He cradled my nape gently, the other hand tangled in my wet hair in a silent prayer. He should not have been this close to me, but his touch felt like a reassuring anchor to reality. I parted my lips, words struggling to emerge under Garrett's intense, worried gaze. I frowned before finding the courage to let the truth come to the surface. “Are you familiar with Charlotte, Charlotte Wrought? The only daughter of Darren Wrought?” I said, swallowing my fears. Garrett nodded, not leaving me or moving away even for a second. “She did not take her life. She was murdered."

4. This is from my beloved Teen Wolf fanfiction. I spent a lot of time on it, sweat and tears spilled while shaping the plot which spread through the first three seasons of the show. It was my comfort throughout a very difficult summer. Now it's just a dusty memory on my pc. I won't say what's going on in this scene, just in case I decide to continue it eventually. 🐺🌕

“I don’t want an evil person in my life. I adored the sweet Isaac who asked me shyly to help him out with chemistry. The same guy who held me the whole night like I was the only thing keeping you anchored to reality.” The girl lifted her head, looking the young werewolf in the eyes, a traitorous tear sliding down her cheek, “The same guy I cried for after promising to never do it again. be the cold, strong girl seeking her vengeance. You are light, Isaac,” whispered the girl, planting a soft kiss on the edge of his lips before turning around. “Even though now it’s tarnished, I know it’s still glowing somewhere. But I don’t want another bad person in my life, not now.” She stated softly, resting her forehead against the cold shower’s tiles.

5. Last but not least, a little tease from chapter 3 of "Do I Wanna Know?", my original OS currently published on Wattpad, Ao3 and Inkitt.

How many secrets can you still keep, Alexis? Derek seemed to direct the question at her, bold and wild. A lump in her throat blocked every word. Her tangled mind was powerless, unable to form any rational thought, overflown with images of him singing to her. “Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow” he sang, taking his sweet time before meeting her eyes, fixated on her until the pre-chorus. Alexis didn’t dare to move a single muscle, like a snake charmed by the lethal flute.

Hope you enjoyed it! 💜✨🌌

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benjaminthewolf · 2 years ago

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Alien/Starcatcher GF Lol (Vore Story)

So�� @starlightgirl242 ‘s request is finally done! Just as tends to be the case with these ones, this is a very story-heavy fic with the vore only at the very end, so do be aware of that if you do decide to read.

So, now that this project is over, it’s time to move forth to my Christmas story for the year! Whilst it is not vore-themed, I plan to include it in there somewhere, so y’all better get prepared for that!

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I want to preface this entire story with once again apologizing for how long I put this story off. At the time this request was made I had a lot of other projects going on, and I didn’t want to interject this into my schedule because I wanted to get my list of self-indulgent ideas done before the holiday season, so I could work on holiday projects during that time period. However, now that all of those works on that list have been cleared up and sent out, it’s time to finally make this long overdue request a reality. Without further ado, please, enjoy the read.

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The time was 10:15 pm exactly, just as it always was, when the famed resident Earthling who was only known as “BF” finally decided to turn off his lights. Haphazardly wobbling over to the light switch on the wall before limply making his way back to his bed and subsequently crashing upon it, BF squirms around a little with positively indeterminable exhaustion welled up inside his being, as he fiddles with his position on the mattress, getting his blanket awkwardly tied up around him as a result, before finally managing to figure out where the long side of the blanket actually was, adjusting the thing as such, thus allowing him, at long, long last, to begin to fall asleep.

Forcing his eyes to flicker open for a moment, however, BF gazed longingly around his room with a fluttering feeling of belonging welling up in his heart. The room in question had light blue walls with a white ceiling and hard, uncarpeted floor. There was a light in the middle of the ceiling that illuminated the entirety of the room when lit. His bed had no legs supporting it, instead sprawling the entire of its rectangular shape across the floor at once. Beside his bed there was a desk with a computer and small speakers upon it. Spread generously around the room were the irregular odds and ends one would expect to find in a bedroom, a beanbag chair, a bookshelf, a dresser, a light blue square rug upon the floor, and several pictures and little bits and bobs portraying beloved friends and family members upon them.

BF knew quite well that somewhere between ten and twelve hours later, he would once again be graced by his own Earthling bedroom’s soothing, familiar confines, before, of course, he energetically lept forth from the chamber, donned his iconic red hat,white shirt with a red prohibition sign on it, and the like, and went about his routine with her of engaging with creatures from each and every single conceivable high, low, middle, corner, cusp, and vertical asymptote that could have ever possibly existed within the known multiverse within the form of rap.

For right now, however, within those hours’ past, BF had a much different mission in mind.

Calmly letting out an exhale from deep within his chest, BF was able to sense the naturally resulting bubbles glorping their way through the liquid they currency resided in, whilst he casually opened his eyes. Making visual contact with the equally as familiar glass-ensconced confines of a technologically interstellar tank filled to the brim with pinkish-red nutrient-rich liquid, BF takes notice of the ventilator-connected mask upon his face, as well as the electrical wires present upon his torso. The wires trailed off and out of the tank through some holes before making their ways away to a monitor about the size of a bathroom mirror that also lay beside the tank, displaying upon its screen all of the Earthling’s vitals.

A few light glitchy sounds echoed their way through the area as a sudden remote scan upon the Earthling’s full body is performed. Once the scan is finished, the glitchy sounds continue for a little while longer, before at last coming to a stop. The friendly, computerized, gender-neutral voice of the artificial intelligence residing inside this place finally announces at the end of the examination in fluent American English: “Welcome, BF, back to the Starcatcher!”

Acknowledging the AI’s words with a quick, silent nod, BF begins to gently rise up within the cryosleep chamber from the now opened lid upon the top. Emerging out from the liquids as such, BF proceeds to take off all the technological odds and ends residing upon his being, just as he did every night, before he nonchalantly stepped out onto a large, metallic platform with safety gates around the rims, right next to where he climbed out, dried himself off with a white bathroom towel lying upon a metal ledge that automatically folded out from the wall and then back in again with the subsequent button presses upon the wall-bound control pad , and began to get himself dressed.

He slipped on his clothing, that which were hardly any different from the clothing he wore during the day, before also grabbing his metallic oxygen tank backpack, as well as his space helmet bearing a golden star sticker upon its side.

Ready at last to commence his interstellar journey for the night, BF starts to make his way up to the door of his rather spacious, silver-gray walled bedroom within his beloved hand-built rocket ship only known as the Starcatcher, before the automatic sensors open the exitway up for him, and he confidently steps forth beyond.

****

The annual Crystal Moon festival celebrated upon Alien GF’s planet was well into commencement when the meteor shower portion of the celebration finally began.

Chefs and customers alike swiftly abandoned the selling stands around the food area, leaving all of their delectable, galactically renowned cakes and pastries unattended upon the plastic, foldable tables, counters, and chairs belonging to the festival for the time being. The musicians and performers previously clustered around the colorful, radiating dance floor instantly ceased their movement and musicality, in order to allow for the meteors to ring forth their own, before subsequently scattering out among the rest. Astral creatures handing out presents to each other swiftly double checked to make sure their gifts had all ended up in the right hands as they, too, joined in with the crowd, but perhaps most importantly, Alien GF’s esteemed royal family, enjoying a delightfully exquisite full-course meal with many an intergalactic visitors, weather their presence be of familiar, or diplomatic nature, promptly got up from their designated royal chairs in order to stand tall and proud before the venue.

The family wished not to speak, of course, as they would be remiss to distract their subjects from the breathtaking spectacle above, and merely remained upright before the without a doubt absolutely ecstatic crowd whilst silently staring upwards along with them, and into the oncoming meteor shower as such.

Due to the naturally diverse nature of the residents viewing the phenomenon from below, some viciously cried out their wishes for the entire celebration to hear, some simply turned around to their friends in order to tell their wish to just that select few, and still others did not verbally speak their wish at all, merely reserving the knowledge for them and themself alone. As it turned out, Alien GF was, indeed, a part of the final selection.

As the glorious, simmering streaks positively glistened across the sky, Alien GF eventually closed her eyes, in preparation to relay to the shooting stars her wish. Opening her eyes once more, Alien GF’s attention is suddenly snapped towards a singular meteor in particular, as it effortlessly glides along in space. The large, glimmering blue meteor generously flashes its form to the world, prompting Alien GF to close her eyes once more, and finally reveal her wish.

“I wish to have a sweet and good hearted partner to make good memories with.”

That was all.

****

Whilst the multiple paid janitors tended to the former festival grounds and picked up all the left-behind gift wraps, soda cans, popcorn containers, and the like, whilst also sweeping or whipping up the remaining crumbs or stains present upon the area, Alien GF yawned. She didn’t have anything else of significance to get done around this place at this point, and as such, was left with zero other things to do other than get her day warped up, and teleport to bed.

Though the excessively jubilant day of non-stop partying at the festival was indeed over, the positively exhausting effects of said partying were now plain as day to the princess, leaving her barely conscious of herself or her surroundings as she promptly did just that, zipping her way into her room in but a second flat, before shakily changing into her nightwear, and semi-aggressively flopping onto bed in absolutely nothing but fatigue in her being, wherein the absolutely drained princess promptly fell asleep in the span of a few minutes, and finally drifted away into her dreams.

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“Geez these meteors are fast…” BF murmured to himself whilst he cautiously steered his rocket through the starfield. The blue colored heat shield forming around his ship only continued to flare as BF proceeded to casually glance around, out from the front window and into the dark vacuum, searching vehemently for planets to explore. As his body nonchalantly slips into autopilot, BF’s mind begins to calmly wander about. All of his memories of his prior explorations at the sides of his beloved family and friends he had made contact with over the years are allowed to meander through. Giving affirmative nods to each of these memories as they flowed on by, BF would soon gather up the oxygen required to let out a great, pleasured sigh, before eventually, zapping himself out of his trance as he at last took note of a planet.

The planet in question was a light pinkish-purple in color, and to BF, seemed like the perfect candidate to search for intergalactic treasure. Swiftly switching the Starcatcher’s gear to park, BF promptly unbuckled himself from the driver’s seat, hopped off to the floor, and rushed over to a nearby countertop in order to fill his backpack with the all necessary essentials

Carefully stuffing food, water, a clean pair of clothes, protective gloves, hand sanitizer, a flashlight, and the like into his galactic sack, BF goes on to run over the list once more just as a safety precaution, being particularly meticulous when it came to the oxygen levels inside the oxygen tank section of the backpack, and gives a preparatory nod.

Having confirmed everything he needed for the trip was present, BF went on to take a few confident strides forwards towards the air lock, before, seemingly out of nowhere, causing him to immediately stop himself in his tracks, he came to an unfortunate realization. That realization being, of course, that there was, actually, something rather important that BF had forgotten to check before going off. His energy levels.

Unable to suppress an incoming yawn as it rises its way up in his throat, BF merely ended up standing there in silence, contemplating what he should do for a while, before at last coming to the conclusion he should settle himself down for a while, and simply take a nap. Making his way back over to the master control station as such, BF proceeded to close his eyes whilst pushing forth another yawn as he set the Starcatcher on autopilot.

Semi-awkwardly hobbling away in his weariness, BF begins to make his way back over to his bedroom further along in the ship, knowing implicitly that, by the time he woke up, he would at last be ready to go.

“That pinkish-purple planet better watch out,” he exuberantly hyped himself up in his head. “...because after the moment I arise, BF’s gonna be comin’ down for a visit!

****

*BEEEEP

BEEEEP

BEEEEP*

BF almost immediately shot up. “Huh…wha-” he began naturally stuttering. “OH MY GOD!”

Frantically resurfacing out of his cryosleep chamber, tearing the wires off, and sprinting his way over to the master control station before he even had time to dry himself off or put on his clothes, BF began positively hyperventilating whilst he fiercely forced the ship to face upwards , the sudden reality of the situation beginning to settle in, and alert the poor pilot as such just how serious this current situation really was. It almost felt like he was just on the brink of ripping off the steering wheel right out of its wiring, he was pulling so hard upon it. Despite his body already being rather wet, BF’s form only continued to add onto the constantly accumulating moisture by providing a considerable amount of sweat that flowed outwards nonstop in order to help cool the rapidly heating space pilot down. Heaving his constantly shortening breaths in and out of his lungs one after the other whilst his body erratically jittered, BF at last understood on a level of conscious comprehension, what, exactly, was going on.

“HOW DID I ACTIVATE THE GRAVITY ENGINE HOW DID I ACTIVATE THE GRAVITY ENGINE HOW DID I ACTIVATE THE GRAVITY ENGINE HOW-”

He inanely repeated ad nauseam.

The Starcatcher had finally dipped its way into the lower atmosphere of the planet at this point, and whilst his ship only continued its path forth and blazed its way through a thick plethora of pinkish-purple clouds, BF was suddenly able to start picking up the outline of an alien forest below.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” he positively wailed out as he only picked up with his attempts to get the ship to slow down, all of which would, quite unfortunately, in the end, be absolutely nothing but vain, yet in the heat of the moment, somehow seemed like the rapidly depleting end goal was, by some means, possible.

BF let out something resembling that of a boiled up guttural yowl into the ship as he frantically held upwards. Seething and fuming with terror, BF was left with the occasional sparattic consequence that was a honk or beep. Rapidly losing grip on his consciousness, BF was soon forced forwards by his eyes towards the stunning reality kindly awaiting him below. It now appeared that, despite the prior viciousness, only one single movement was all that it took in order to settle it in.

The vibrant alien ecosystem oncoming towards the Starcatcher only grew larger and larger and larger in scale, as the poor, helpless BF was now left with zero other options besides the coldly bundling strain that was tearfully closing his eyes, and the jostling, unstable squeeze that was shakily bracing himself for impact. Nothing further more. Nothing farther less. Only that was all that was needed in the moment as the searing at last caved in.

“MOM! DAD! I LOVE YOU!” was but the one, singular mite of reasonably cohesive language that fervently rang through that inescapable, inevitable crash as the gigantic, beloved Starcatcher, at last made contact with the ground.

****

At first glance, any observing outsider may assume the strange, naked creature laden sprawlingly across the wreckage to merely be the remainder upon which the physical settled in, however, upon a tighter inspection, something loosely resembling that of a quivering, feeble breath may at last be detected, alongside the surprisingly stable heart rate that vigorously pumped itself upwards towards the brain, the naturally interconnected organ which, though it bore barely any wake within the definition pertaining to consciousness, was still more than active by the others, sternly ordering its constituent resources including the worrisome heart to begin to clammer together, and keep its fleshy master alive ‘till it itself gave out. The brain ferociously delivered shout after shout after screech against each subsequent threat to its beloved master’s safety, riling up its troops and sending them forth for the battle, violently conquering the formerly lost skins and vessels and immediately working to rebuild. Some of these rebuildings would naturally take longer than others, and it was to this end that the brain was forced to prioritize, much similar to that of a doctor within the outside, as it finally stabilized enough to allow its master to rise. The brain relaxed not the orders to keep moving, as poor, shattered BF drearily began to stir.

In the beginning of it all, though he was naturally unable to act beneath the quelching orders of his servant, at the very, very least, he was aware of his life.

BF was eventually conscious enough to gasp out a lament of his pain. He wasn’t exactly aware of which bones in particular had gotten shattered, but all he did know was that, wherever he was broken, all of it hurt like shit.

A constant, whining drone noise emulated out from poor BF’s throat as he agonizingly dragged himself, mere inches at a time, to the point where he could finally reach his oxygen tank backpack. Luckily for him, there was, in fact, breathable oxygen on this planet, and so BF didn’t have to worry at all about suffocating, but at any rate, the oxygen was absolutely not what BF was searching for in the moment. Of course, he knew he had to get himself covered up, but was obviously more important than that was accessing the emergency med-kid stashed away inside the tank, that which, naturally, contained all the required bandages that BF would need in order to wrap up his wounds.

Upon finally making contact with the backpack via his fingertips, BF desperately strained his body so it may somehow reach a hold. Feeling his ragged, bleeding fingers managing to grasp onto the malleable, cloth-like section of the backpack, the injured man forced his teeth to grit as he excruciatingly dragged back the tank, BF was therefore able to zip the thing open, rummage around inside for a while before finally finding the med-kit and at last lending access directly to the bandages.

Quite soon after this, being forced to lift his being slightly off the ground in order to wrap around his chest area, BF was almost instantly smacked upside the head with two other rather important realizations. One, at least two of his ribs had been fractured in the crash, and two, his left foot was positively shattered, and as a result could not be relied on at all to prop the pilot up. Taking note of these facts, BF knew now that he wasn’t able to walk for the time being, and thus, the moment he finally managed to force his arms to maneuver jitteringly and awkwardly around the remainder of his shredded-up being laying at rest that still needed to be clogged up, BF simply stayed there, positively locked up inside his overheated reality of eternal conscious agony, still exposed in his nakedness, and completely and utterly unwilling to make a move…and yet, he internally knew that, at some point or another, he had to.

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The unmistakably tattered breath indicative of major injury constantly heaved throughout the foliage as a single human foot and an endemic wooden stick clammered across the leaf-litter. The other foot, of course, was hanging limply above the steps of the other, as the body continued forth.

BF had managed to get himself covered up at this point, and was hectically limping through the forest in search of civilization, but more prominently, for a healer. Despite his brain’s valiant efforts, the space explorer still knew that he couldn’t keep holding on like this forever, and as a result was subsequently given only a singular option, and that option was, plain and simply, move. Move forwards, and the scavengers will naturally skitter away from you. Move forward, and the wanderer will instantaneously dash towards you. Move forward, and reach yourself out towards life. Stay still, and submit yourself down towards death.

As BF’s trek across the colorful alien ecosystem continuously dragged on by the second, the poor, injured man’s instinctive bodily yearning only grew more and more palpable. He was positively begging for a way to mend up all of his fractures and wounds, that was for sure. But something that the shuddering space traveler was almost just as restless to encounter was perhaps the one thing that was even engrained even deeper into the ravenous depths of his instincts: the need to replenish himself with some food. Any food. Any food at all. It barely even mattered at this point. Just as long as BF would be able to keep himself going for just that little bit longer, any kind of sustenance was perfectly fine with him.

You can quite vividly imagine, therefore, the abstractly indescribable thoughts, feelings, and abstractly of all, emotions, that were to naturally persist within the mangled mess of a man’s mind in the moment, whilst he spotted what appeared to be a wondrous array of vibrantly colored berry bushes somewhere within his gaze.

Aggressively hobbling his way over towards the colorful brush as such, BF’s deepest instincts, the only thing he held in his possession at this point that held the power that was needed to urge him on, had all but gone hog wild. The shivering, shaken traveler almost instantly shoved a great, gushy handful of those succulent, wild berries, deep inside of his mouth, mushing the gooey fruits up into a paste that was slimy enough to swallow without any issue without a single second care that the universe could force upon him in the moment. No, right now, all that was reality was quite simply, the berries, and BF’s primal urges recognized this very well.

The very first thing BF did after finishing gulping down the berries that he was able to reach with his pitiful, scathened arm, was, of course, open back up his eyes. He was very soon able to recognize that all the berries he had been able to down thus far were all from a bush colored blue. Before he was even able to start critically thinking about what that might mean, however, his instinct-claden body all but commenced that portion of the foliage expedition completely on its own, the cool, minty tang of icy, magical breath exhaling itself onto the brush, and subsequently coating its form with a light mist of frost as a result.

“...wooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww…” the poor man thoughtlessly breathed out whilst staring blankly at the remainder of blue berries, gingerly groping forwards off to his side in order to bring back to him a couple more of the things as he did so.

Consequently reeling his catch all the way back in pretty soon after, BF was only forced to stop and examine the situation for merely a couple of seconds, as these particular berries, instead of having been colored blue, were instead, a luminous shade of yellow.

Cautiously placing these berries, too, on top of his tongue after precisely zero seconds of critical deliberation, BF was similarly able to feel these berries as well getting squelched down his throat, as he silently wondered, to the extent he possibly could, just what kind of powers he was to be granted from these.

He wasn’t going to be forced to wait for long, however, as almost the second that the goopy pasting of berries landed safely below, a light, glowing shine that was quite reminiscent of his own Earthly sun began to gently resonate outwards from his stomach, complimenting to near perfection, you see, the rather thankful growling that the meekly shivering organ was warily whispering up, as a means of doing whatever it possibly could to tell its master that it was deeply, deeply grateful.

It was then that BF let out a shudder, as now, it was settled. Now, it was no longer a subconscious need for food that was driving him deeper into the brush. No, whilst indeed this newly found desire was still very instinctive in nature, the precise manner of the nature was quite different indeed.

BF reached forth in haste, before cautiously clenching his fingers around a clustered many once again. Naturally, with his hand so deep inside the foliage, he wasn’t exactly able to see what kind of berries they were, but, of course, none of that mattered to the man. All that did matter was that the secrets laden desolate within were now, quite literally, upon the edge of his fingertips.

Some sort of anticipatory breath was exhaled from the gathering man’s throat as he eased in on back his prize. This time, the berries were a crystalline texture of pink, rocking gently in their glimmer against his palm. BF could hardly believe it all himself. But he knew it was foolishness to back out of this now. Thus, right there upon the alien brush he stayed, merely awaiting the orders swaying atop his scattering brain to at last drop down with a sign. BF had no idea why, but he just did not want to take this final step into this journey without the unambiguous approval of his very Earthly being. Thus, when a high-pitched, whimpering-esque noise that could only be translated as a plea echoed forth from the magical man’s middle, he finally knew it was time. Heaving the very last taint of his fading, icy breath atop the berries’ bright sheen, BF swiftly shoved them inside, where down to the equally fading glowing down inside of his belly, they were to go, and reveal onto him as such their shimmering secrets thereafter.

****

Alien GF was not really expecting this particular walk, on this particular day, to be any discernible kind of different from all of the other walks she would take whenever she took to the fancy. The alien sun was blazing, the alien winds were swaying, and the alien trees were bending well along in respect, just as they always did each day. The continual comfortability of familiarity that one would normally associate with a very, very, very special kind of peace and belonging, however, provides a significant trade-off as well, as was naturally the case right here. For if it ever just happened to be that something simply somewhere, across a multiplicity of nuances and scenarios, had ended up in someplace unforeseen, the sudden rush of shock that the poor, poor conscious creature was then destined to experience would surely, again, depending on the nuances, knock the complicit critter straight out of any sense of their rational being.

Alien GF had absolutely no idea how the poor human had ended up growing so small, much less why they were slathered in haphazardly clustered scabs, but for the current moment being, those questions could wait to be answered. The tiny, fragile thing needed to get out of danger, before any questioning commenced. Gingerly scooping up the fragile being in her palms, Alien GF was just about to roll the man over onto his back in order to check his heart rate, before the mouse-sized person suddenly halted that need entirely, if only by plainly flickering open his eyes.

“H-h-hello?” the groggily quivering BF somehow managed to squeak out. He had only just now been able to get a significant level of bearing back upon his consciousness after his previous experience with the berries, and was once again able to speak and think critically as a result. Well…as critically as one possibly could given those same circumstances, but regardless, the main point still stands. “H…how did you get so big?”

Alien GF curiously tilted her head at the ragged, tiny creature’s puzzling little question.

“...what are you talking about? I didn’t grow…you…somehow…shrank!” she ended up responding to him.

“Huh?” BF sputtered out in bewilderment as he began to frantically swivel his head around. “Uh…oh! Oh! Yeah…yeah you’re right!” he eventually concurred with the giant, pinkish-purplish being as said larger being allowed a slightly concerned sigh to escape out from her voice box. “...so that’s what those pink berries back there did. Huh.”

Alien GF shook her head but slightly, causing her thin, wiry antenna with yellow, ball-shaped objects on the ends to sway along with her movements as she did.

“Well…um…regardless of how it happened…” Alien GF awkwardly entered back into the conversation. “...are you…okay? You seem to be pretty roughed up, did something happen to you?”

“...something happen to…wha…” BF immediately furrowed his brow whilst incohesively rambling on to himself for a while about just what the alien creature could possibly be talking about. And then he finally remembered. “OH!” he suddenly cried out in his newfound state of embarrassment. “...err…yes…my uh…y-yeah I am pretty roughed up…you’re right…” he sheepishly sputtered out upon it all rapidly coming back to him just how he had gotten here. Not wanting to admit to his potential rescuer the embarrassingly blunderous error he had made back up in his ship which had caused it to crash land in the first place, BF hastily turned red. “...sooooooooooooo….uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…would you by any chance be able to take me to some sort of doctor? Or healer? Or…whatever you’ve got on this planet?” he finally managed to ask after getting back ahold of his tongue and briskly figuring out how, exactly, he was going to change the subject.

Taking note of the sudden shift in tone positively radiating off of the miniature man’s words, Alien GF knew implicitly that it would probably be best if she didn’t pursue the obvious question, instead opting to answer the shrunken human’s own.

“...a doctor or healer of some kind? Well…” she attempted to start a new sentence, struggling considerably to figure out how to explain her alien capabilities without inadvertently freaking the poor man out. “umm…so...you see…our species has evolved to have a lot of control over our digestive tracts, and…this-DON’T FREAK OUT! This is because it actually has two uses to us. Of course it can be used to break down food, just like your species on Earth, but…they can also be filled with a solution that works to build up damaged tissues, instead of breaking them down! We can voluntarily flush out one form of acid to bring in another, so it’s perfectly safe I…I swear!”

There was naturally going to be a brief moment of silence preceding the shaky explanation, a silence that gave poor Alien GF plenty of time to reconsider what she had just said, and how she could have probably said it better.

“Oh…what were you thinking, GF! He’s probably going to think you want to murder him now!” she shuddered to herself in a sudden onset of terror

In the end, however, despite all of this silence, it was BF that ultimately ended up speaking again first.

“...I...wasn’t going to freak out.”

Alien GF, though initially taken back by the shock, perked all the way back up in an instant. “...oh…you…you weren’t?”

The injured, shrunken BF couldn't help but give a lighthearted smirk. “Buddy, I’ve traveled to alien planets where the natives communicate in a language exclusively composed of farts, so a species having some sort of healing acid is in no way the strangest thing I’ve ever encountered out here…”

Suddenly having grown extremely uncomfortable given the current situation, Alien GF gave a rather visible, excessively vicious full body shake. “...ooooookayyyyyyyy…MOVING ON!” she swiftly scrambled to get out. “...so…yes…I’ll be able to heal you if I get you down into my stomach. But…only if that’s okay with you.”

Immediately softening his gaze upon realizing how uncomfortable he had just made his rescuer, BF couldn’t help but instinctively squinch himself back a little. Managing to get over it just a few seconds later, though, he took a few more to promptly clear his throat.

“...uh…well…first of all, I’m sorry…”

“...no, no, it's okay!” Alien GF instantly interjected, not wanting the little man to feel as if he had done anything wrong.

“...oh, um…alright, then in that case, yes! Yes, please get me down there, I desperately need to get healed!”

Upon having received the consent of the one she was now all but destined to gulp down, Alien GF subsequently acknowledged the acceptance with a nod before she, too, cleared her throat.

“Uh…by the time you get down, the acids should be all swapped out, so we won’t have to wait or anything!” she preemptively informed her patient.

“...got it.” BF nodded in response. “...oh, yikes yeah the pain’s starting to return…yeah let’s just…let’s just get this going now, so uh…yeah.”

Now having been left with quite literally nothing else to do, and with absolutely zero good thought for how this exceedingly awkward conversation could even possibly wrap up nicely, Alien GF thus let out a silent final breath, before giving one more nod, and, at long last, revealing onto BF the warm, squishy chamber that was to gently prep him nicely for his journey on towards her stomach, that of course, being, her sparkling, purple maw.

As the miniscule, fragile form of the entranced little BF was gently eased forth and into the area, he was able to feel the sudden shift in temperature around him when he cautiously breaching the lips. Witnessing before him the gigantic, cavernous region that was currently encasing his being, BF was eventually placed directly down onto the slick, squishy floor that was Alien GF’s tongue, as she gently slid him off of her hands.

Retracting said hands out of the area before gently closing her jaws, Alien GF could tell that BF on the inside had already begun making himself comfortable by lying himself down onto the heated, slimy muscle lying just beneath his form, leaving her able to feel it all in great detail as he sensually rubbed his cheek against its surface. Poor Alien GF just couldn’t help but grow a little embarrassed, but regardless, she still knew she had to get the poor man to her stomach so he could heal, and as a result, preemptively lifted up the roof of her maw whilst keeping her lips sealed, so she may be able to safely guide him on towards her gullet.

BF on the inside could tell that Alien GF had tilted back her head a little, and this caused him to start carefully sliding downwards against the slightly sloped tongue, straight towards an openly stretched gullet lying in wait below. BF nodded in acknowledgement as he silently complied with the motion. The shrunken, injured man was able to feel the plump, dangling uvula, exuding its star-shaped glow, accidentally bump against his head as he came in closer towards the throat, causing him to let out a bit of a giggle and give a few playful swipes up at the thing like a cat in response.

This, of course, immediately caused Alien GF’s body on the outside to immediately lock up tight, as an as of yet completely unrecognizable array of emotions began swirling their way through her mind, eventually causing both of her cheeks to grow red. Eventually managing to shake the moment off, however, Alien GF was quick to resume her task of getting poor BF down and into her healing acids, and to that end, she gave the little man a gentle nudge forwards with the back of her tongue, causing the still utterly distracted explorer to finally stop playing with her uvula with a chuckle. Though it was obviously a little hard to do so given the current state of his body, BF still managed to somewhat cleanly wedge himself into the narrow, cushiony space that comprised of Alien GF’s upper esophageal sphincter, at last awaiting for her to swallow.

Alien GF on the outside carefully placed a finger upon the light bulge BF was making in her throat, rubbing it gently a few times in order to let him know he was going to be okay, before finally, carefully gulping him down. Feeling the tiny man getting squeezed into her esophagus where the muscle walls would handle the rest, Alien GF promptly let out a sigh, before taking a quick glance around her, and finally settling herself down against the trunk of an alien tree. Placing a hand over her currently empty guts, Alien GF was able to feel the tiny man inside of her throat as he was cautiously escorted all the way down. Pretty soon, he would arrive, and then, the healing would begin.

BF on the inside continually breathed in and out in a calm and pleased manner as the esophageal walls around him gently squeezed and released, shoving forth his body, and pushing it deeper and deeper into Alien GF’s being. With each consecutive shove, just a little bit more of that wondrous bodily heat rubbed itself into his skin, causing his own organs to internally heat up on their own. BF was soon able to start picking up the deep, booming thumps emulating merely inches away from his form. Could BF be able to reach his way through the binding, fleshy layers, he would directly reach the heart. Sighing joyously as along with the pounding baseline came a gurgling melodic chime, BF began to longingly reach forth, careful as he could with his already damaged arm, to make it into her guts. Quite luckily for him, he was not forced to wait long, as the moment the lower esophageal sphincter at last made its way into view, BF gave a smile.

The first thing BF was able to sense upon finally gracing the fall was that of the glowing, indigo liquids inside.Their glorious, sparkling sheen seemed to be beckoning their calls towards him as he gracefully plummeted forth. Smothering himself deep within the churning, purple walls, as he breathlessly, effortlessly sunk in, BF shakily exhaled. He knew what had happened the last time he fell. He knew it quite well. At first, he had tumbled towards death, saved only by his resilient body’s screams. Had his brain not been taught by the past millions of years of survival how to keep itself together, BF would have never, no longer, been able to swoop in towards life, the goopy, cushioned organ it was, and lay himself down inside its squishy, growling form.

Seamlessly stirring in bliss as he slowly rubbed himself across, BF inside was able to feel firsthand the promised magical acids working to do their thing. He gazed blankly yet intently against a speedily sealing wound as the muscle fibers and cells within rapidly patched themselves up. He was able to sense his bones realigning, as the spectrally wondrous acids caused rapid repair deep within. His blood vessels reconnecting as the cartilage magically grew, all of a sudden, the fact he had been in a crash all seemed like a distant, unreachable memory.

BF could feel it all enveloping him, as if a full-bodied hug from above. And yet…as strange as that reality may seem, that was, indeed, the case.

As BF within sensually rubbed and patted all over the walls of the stomach, Alien GF on the outside was silently reciprocating as much, silently rubbing and patting along her outside, as she felt his body sinking, sliding deeper against her own, desperate to feel at ease, and receiving that all just as was sworn.

Alien GF had no time nor reason to dwell upon what had happened. No time to consider just where these emotions had come from. No time to consider just why, exactly they had reached her, and no time to consider just what was going to happen from here. Because here, in the moment, she was as content as her patient. Senselessly slipping away into love, feeling it first hand as their bodies at last connected in unmistakable elation and glee…it was simply unlike anything that she had ever known before. Just as her beloved BF had been shown a whole new planet, courtesy of his presence, he was now showing her a whole new universe.

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callipraxia · 2 years ago

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@zkang288, this is what happened. This is how I spent way too much of my morning.

For everyone else: zkang288 tagged me in some thing where you stick in character names and it attaches them to random entries in a pool of random quotes. I got too enthusiastic, so this shall be split into this, the "all twelve major characters of FWJB" version (a few of these are *so* close to almost-accurate to happenings and/or relationship dynamics in Part III...and then there was the whole series of auto-generated entries which shipped Gideon and Quattro, which I include out of morbid fascination) and the "Team Camping Trip of Doom from Part II" version, which will be a second post.

Fiddleford: I lost Stan. Tate: How did you LOSE Stan?! Fiddleford: To be fair, they are very small.

Quattro : What are amphetamines? Ford: Drugs that can go on land and water. Quattro : Ohhhh.

after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong Tracey: Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding Dipper. Quattro: For the record, I already found him. Powers: And you let him get away before we could have a meaningful conversation. Quattro: He stabbed me! Tracey: I'm surprised he waited this long, Quattro. We've all had the urge.

Fiddleford, after getting a job as a lifeguard: Hmm… I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are... Quattro: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

Wendy, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Fiddleford: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Tracey: Yes. Fiddleford: I love you. Tracey: It back. Later Powers: Why is Fiddleford crying face-down on the floor?

Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation Soos: How do you eat pickles? Mabel: What do you mean? Soos: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. Mabel: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. Soos: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. Mabel: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. Soos: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. Mabel: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing. Soos: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. Mabel: Nods in agreement Ford: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! Soos: Jeez, okay. Mabel: Quit yelling at us already.

Wendy: Let’s write Stan a friendly note, shall we? Dear… Incompetent… Dumbass…

Stan, holding an unconscious Tracey: Oh no. Please don’t be dead.

Dipper: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Fiddleford: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Wendy: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other. later, in a barfight Wendy: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! kicks opponent in the face

Stan: coughs blood Quattro: Don't die, Stan! Stan: Don't tell me what to do!

Powers: Hey, what are you reading? Gideon: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself. Powers: Impressive! I must have it for myself! Tracey: So it’s just a Notebook? Gideon: It’s just a Notebook.

Soos: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Tate? Tate: No. Soos: I do! Tate: I know, Soos. Soos: I’m sad. Tate: I know, Soos.

Mabel: Big day today, Tate. holds up two shirts Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Tate: Mustard– looks less like blood.

Tracey: What is it called when you kill a friend? Powers: Homicide. Mabel: Murder. Fiddleford: Homiecide.

Powers: Good night. Gideon: Sleep tight. Fiddleford: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Soos: Great, now Gideon's crying.

Tracey: Truth or dare? Quattro: Dare. Tracey: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Quattro: Hey Gideon? Gideon, blushing: Yeah? Quattro: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Soos.

Gideon: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat. Quattro: I don’t usually eat with losers. Gideon: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Quattro, looking over Fiddleford’s shoulder: You can draw? Fiddleford, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

Tate: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Gideon: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Tate: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Gideon: But I heard a siren. Powers: That was Quattro. Quattro: Sorry, I got nervous.

Fiddleford: I’m a fool, not an idiot.

Gideon: We’re getting married, b*****s! Quattro: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Gideon, putting their hands over Stan's eyes: Guess who! Stan: It's either Gideon or the cold, clammy hands of death. Gideon, putting their hands away: It's Gideon! Stan: Dammit.

Mabel: Why did you kidnap Dipper!?!?! Fiddleford: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh… Gideon: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal. Mabel: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

Tate: Don’t you have any dignity, Ford? Ford: Uh, no.

Wendy: So what’s the plan? Quattro: I don’t know. You’re smart, points at Mabel she's mean, come up with something.

Fiddleford: Ford, what are you doing? Ford: Making chocolate pudding. Fiddleford: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding? Ford: Because I've lost control of my life. Ford: Here's your pudding, Powers. Powers: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

Fiddleford: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Gideon: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Fiddleford: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Powers, recording: This is so cute.

Fiddleford: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Soos: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. Quattro: "If" Powers: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and he might not even die.

Quattro: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

Wendy: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight? Quattro: raises hand Powers: puts their hand down

Powers: Life could be worse, Tate. Tate: Life could be a lot better too!

Mabel: sneaking in through their window Ford: turning in their chair and flicking the light one You want to tell me where you've been all night? Mabel: I was with Powers? Powers: turning in their chair Wanna try again?

Fiddleford: Hey Quattro? Quattro: Yeah? Fiddleford: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Quattro: Quattro: …What.

Soos: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Dipper: Between Fiddleford, Tate, Quattro , and Tracey -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Soos: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Dipper: Quattro ? Soos: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Wendy: This is getting embarrassing. Stan: Getting? We’re already there!

Gideon: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield." Ford: Opposite over hypotenuse.

Mabel: finds a note Hmm, whats this? Fiddleford: Hey, that's mine! tries to grab it Mabel: Aww, it's a love note for Powers? Fiddleford: No- Mabel: opens it Mabel: Fiddleford: Mabel: I can't read this.

Ford: Do you love Tracey? Gideon: Yeah, I do. Ford: Soos! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! Soos: We all love Tracey. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Gideon: I thought that was implied. Soos: … Ford: … Gideon, looking straight at Soos: Congrats Ford, you just won 100 bucks.

#quote generator #gravity falls #gravity falls characters #for want of a jailbreak #fwjb

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affordable-therapy-boulder · 2 years ago

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How to Not Feel Out of Control with Food

Does this sound familiar?

It’s 9 p.m. and the kids are finally in bed, you’ve had a long day and are so stinkin’ tired. The

orange, plastic pumpkin full of Halloween candy is sitting on the kitchen counter and it feels as

if the candy is literally calling to you, “Eat me! I know you’re going to!”

You tell yourself that you don’t ‘need’ any more candy and that you should just go to bed since

you’re so tired or eat an apple if you want a snack. But another part of you says, “It’s been a

long day. You deserve the candy.”

One thing leads to another and before you know it you are elbow deep in the candy bowl. Guilt

starts to creep up on you as you look at the empty wrappers left behind and once again you feel

like a failure because you ate more calories or sugar than you were ‘supposed to.’

We are entering the season where “trigger” foods, candy, and sweets are everywhere! If you’re

like the majority of the U.S. population, you feel a lot of stress about what and how much to eat

this time of year. And, you may also be feeling stress about overeating, emotional eating or

binge eating in general.

If so, read on for 3 ways to help yourself not feel out of control with food this holiday season.

Give yourself emotional permission.

That’s right, you need to give yourself permission. While this sounds counterintuitive, if

you are restricting with food today, you are almost 100% guaranteed to overdo it with

food tomorrow. And, just because you physically let yourself eat something doesn’t

mean you actually emotionally or mentally gave yourself permission. Notice the next

time you’re eating a holiday treat what you say to yourself while you eat it. Do you feel

shame or guilt? Shame and guilt exacerbate the very behaviors we are trying to stop. So,

to emotionally give yourself allowance, try taking a breath, being aware while you eat

and give yourself permission. As the shame and guilt lessen, you’ll find you’re less likely

to go into all or nothing mode.

2. Take care of yourself.

Usually when we find ourselves eating beyond the point of fullness or eating a lot more

sugar than our bodies actually want, it is because we are stressed out. This doesn’t

mean you can’t have the yummy treat, but ask yourself what you really need deep

down? Maybe you need to HALT and see if you are hungry, angry, lonely or tired? When

was the last time you just did something fun for the sake of it? See if you can give your

body and mind what they really need rather than asking food to fill in.

3) Eat 3 square meals a day.

If you are hungry you are much more likely to succumb to the candy bowl or overeat at

the office dinner party. Maybe you want to save your calories or points so you don’t go

over your limit at Thanksgiving, but this will actually only set you up to do the very thing

you’ve been trying to avoid – overeat. When we are hungry our bodies experience this

as stress and interpret hunger as signs of starvation. By eating three square meals a day

and listening to your body so it is both full and satiated you will reduce the chances of

going overboard with the pumpkin shaped Reese’s cups when no one is looking!

If you liked this article please share it! And, if you’re interested in working with someone on

issues like emotional or binge eating, reach out to set up a session with a therapist at Whole

Connection. We accept Medicaid and work on a sliding scale with private pay clients.

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kaetor · 3 years ago

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[ID: a drawing of five DGS characters drawn front facing, in a simple, lineless style. Their faces are minimalist to show off the clothes they're wearing. The first character is Ryunosuke, wearing an outfit similar to his official DLC outfit. Instead of a double breasted coat, his blue coat is open at the front, and goes down to his mid thighs in the back, and his waist in the front. It's designed after a 1900s morning coat. Under the coat, he's wearing a warm gray waistcoat, a red tie, white shirt, and pinstriped pants that are a similar color to his jacket, but lighter. Karuma is attached to a belt at his waist, and he's wearing Sholmes style goggles on his head. The second character is Susato. She's wearing a dress modeled after her DLC outfit, but with many large changes made. It's in 1890s-1900s style, with a white, ruffly shirt on top and a floor length, A-line burgundy skirt. Over her shirt is a jacket, the same color of her skirt. It comes down to mid-chest, and has long sleeves that are puffed at the top. The sleeves are just short enough to show the ruffles at the ends of her shirt sleeves under them.The coat is trimmed in black, with heart shaped buttons down the front and on the sleeve cuffs. At the base of each puffed part of her sleeves is a bit of tan detailing. The third character is Herlock Sholmes. Sholmes is wearing an open caped greatcoat, reminiscencent of Sherlock Holmes's stereotypical dress. It's the same tan as his original coat, and has a double layered cape that goes down to a bit above his wrist, and a bit below his biceps. The coat itself goes down to his mid calves. The coat has the same flower like symbols on its shoulders as Sholmes's original coat. Under the coat he is wearing a pink waistcoat, trimmed with gold, over a white shirt and dark purple cravat. He's wearing gray pinstriped pants, and two belts (one across his chest and one around his waist) to hold various supplies. On his head is his deerstalker cap and goggles. After Sholmes is Iris Wilson. Iris is wearing a white and brown skirt. The shirt long sleeves that are puffed at the top, and a high collar. There is a V shape going from her shoulders to chest, in ribbon, and the inside part of the v is filled with lines and ruffles. There are buttons going from her collar to the end of the V and at her sleeve cuffs. Her skirt is A-Line, a dark, warm gray, and goes down to her knees. It has ruffles at the bottom, and dark horizontal stripes. She's wearing a belt, with various chemical supplies on it, and dark black tights and boots. Her hair is tied up in two buns, with single ringlets coming down from each one. She's also wearing some goggles on her head. The last character is Barok van Zieks. He's wearing clothing in the style of the 1800s-1810s. He's wearing a dark, almost black, blue jacket, that cuts off in the front at the waist and slopes down into squared tails at the back. It has a very high collar, with the top part of the lapels standing straight up, and the bottom lying flat against his chest. The coat is trimmed with gold, double breasted, and has small gold epaulets at the shoulders. Under the coat he is wearing light tan tightly fitted pants, white gloves, and a dark purple cravat. The collar of his shirt is standing high enough to reach his chin, and you can see a little bit of his waistcoat collar standing up from between the jacket and his cravat. He's wearing black boots with gold lining the tops, and a sword hanging off of a belt at his waist. /End ID]

hello tumblr i already posted some of these on my sideblog but here they are all finished and with an id! some of the dgs outfits redesigned to be a little bit more historically accurate, not because i dislike the dgs designs in general but more because 1800s-1910s historical fashion is my Thing so i needed to take this opportunity. please ask me things about these designs i wanna talk about them i want to talk about historical fashion

#dgs #dai gyatuken saiban #tgaa #the great ace attorney #ryunosuke naruhodo #susato mikotoba #herlock sholmes #im so excited to type that tag i just love saying herlock sholmes #iris watson #iris wilson #barok van zieks #herlock sholmes herlock sholmes #ace attorney #idk if the dlc outfits count as dgs spoilers ill tag if someone asks #cleb art #look! a wild character design #k-art

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audreydoeskaren · 3 years ago

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Have fashion trends been popularized or created by sex workers?

Hi, this is a great question but a very difficult one to answer because this happened way too often in Chinese fashion history but is also difficult to prove. I will list some instances of this from the Qing and 20th century that I came across in my readings. Sorry it took so long for me to answer, I tried to find as many examples as I could but it’s very hard :(

In my review for the costumes in The World of Suzie Wong, @d-m-a-c mentioned that the cheongsam in that movie were inspired by those worn by sex workers at the time. I wasn’t sure exactly how sex workers’ cheongsam stood out from average cheongsam, but I guess the popularity of that film and the costumes in it partially owe themselves to sex worker fashion.

Source here

There are a couple entries relating to fashion trends popularized by sex workers from the 1910s collection of Qing Dynasty accounts 清稗类钞 compiled by 徐珂 Xu Ke. This probably isn’t the most reliable source since it was written after the end of the Qing and frequently featured rumors and unverified stories, but I think it would be interesting to read. The translations are my own and not the most robust, just so that you understand the gist of the texts.

《沪妓之服饰》

同、光之交，上海青楼中人之衣饰，岁易新式，靓妆倩服，悉随时尚。而妓家花样翻新，或有半效粤妆者。出局时，怀中皆有极小银镜，观剧侑酒，随置座隅，修容饰貌，虽至醉，亦不云鬟斜軃宝髻半偏也。至光、宣间，则更奇诡万状，衣之长及腰而已。身若束薪，袖短露肘，盖欲以标新领异，取悦于狎客耳。而风尚所趋，良家妇女无不尤而效之，未几，且及于内地矣。

又有戴西式之猎帽，披西式之大衣者，皆泰西男子所服者也。徒步而行，杂稠人中，几不辨其为女矣。

Clothing of Shanghainese sex workers

In the transitional years between the Tongzhi (1861-75) and Guangxu (1875-1908) eras, fashion among the Shanghainese courtesans changed rapidly; all the beautiful clothes followed the latest trends. The prostitutes, on the other hand, came up with new modes or followed Cantonese fashion to a certain extent. During outings in the theater, they would hold these tiny glasses and wear heavy makeup. Even after drinking their hair wouldn’t become the least bit disheveled. In the Guangxu and Xuantong (1908-1912) eras their attires became more bizarre, with robes that reached just the waist. Their clothes were tight and the sleeves showed the elbows, using these strange trends to attract customers. Once the trends solidified, respectable women imitated them religiously; soon, the inland would follow suit.

There were also some who wore Western coats and hunting hats, dressed like French men. They walked by foot and mingled with the crowds, making it difficult to tell that they were women.

The phenomenon of sex workers wearing menswear is corroborated in another account from the same book.

《妓效男装》

光、宣间，沪上䘕衏中人竞效男装，且有翻穿干尖皮袍者。然《路史．后纪》云：「帝履癸伐蒙山，得妹嬉焉。一笑百媚，而色厉少融，反而男行，弁服带剑。」此女子男装之初祖也。

Prostitutes wearing men’s clothes

In the Guangxu and Xuantong eras, the sex workers of Shanghai often wore menswear, some even sporting fur trimmed coats (not sure what 干尖 describes). (A quote from an historical text I can’t understand) This was the origin of women wearing men’s clothes.

Some more about shoes:

《秦淮妓女之方头鞋》

乾隆末叶，秦淮妓院之衣裳妆束，以苏为式，而彩裾广袖，兼效维扬。惟用睡鞋者颇少，咸以素帛制为小袜，似膝袴而有底，上以锦带系之，能使双缠不露，且竟夕不松脱也。其履地用方头鞋，如童子履而无后跟，即古靸鞋遗制，今之拖鞋也。灯影下曳之以行，亦复彳亍有致。

Square toed shoes of Qinhuai prostitutes

At the end of the Qianlong era, brothels in the Qinhuai region (around Nanjing) followed Suzhou fashions, with colorful collar trims and wide sleeves. Sleeping slippers were seldom worn; instead, plain silk cloths were used to make socks that were shaped like breeches but closed at the bottom. Once tied with a ribbon at the top, they concealed the feet and wouldn’t loosen even in the evening. Their shoes were square toed and without heels like children’s shoes. A relic of historical flat pumps, worn as slippers nowadays.

《沪妓所著画屧》

同、光间，沪妓所著画屧，镂空其底，中作抽屉，杂以尘香，围以雕纹，和以兰麝，凌波微步，罗韈皆芳。或有置以金铃者，隔帘未至，清韵先闻。且又有曳男子履者，绣以蝴蝶，虽镂金错采，制作精工，而行步则绝无婀娜之致矣。

Painted shoes of Shanghai prostitutes

In the Tongzhi and Guangxu eras, the prostitutes of Shanghai wore painted shoes. The soles were hollow and contained drawers, which were carved and filled with aromas. Some attached bells, whose clangs were heard before the person was seen. Some wore men’s shoes and embroidered them with butterflies; although they were gilded and immaculately made, walking with them was not particularly elegant.

I have read some theories about how the 1910s and 20s 文明新装 aoqun was invented or at least popularized by sex workers pretending to be students, but I have no proof. Some people also say that cheongsam was invented by sex workers, which isn’t supported by real evidence and could potentially be a misunderstanding due to the many hyper sexualized versions of the cheongsam floating about nowadays. However I wouldn’t really be surprised if it were true, since sex workers were usually very innovative when it comes to fashion.

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1916 photograph of girls in uniform, first from the right is Lin Huiyin icon and one of China’s first professionally trained architects. By the way I don’t know why idiots on the internet call this photo 1920s the clothes are so obviously 1910s.

Oh and I know of something that wasn’t popularized by the sex worker herself but rather the movie adaptation of her story. 小凤仙 Xiaofengxian was a prostitute in the 1910s who apparently helped one of her suitors, a famous general, escape Beijing, and the heavily embellished story was turned into a popular movie source material. In the 1953 movie adaptation of her story, the lead actress 李丽华 Li Lihua was given an updated, fashionable New Look version of the aoku (robe and pants) outfit Xiaofengxian wore in real life, and the style blew up overnight. Eventually it became so popular that some people mistake it for a traditional wedding ensemble, whereas in reality it was the 1950s take on a normal 1910s outfit worn by a prostitute...

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Allegedly a photograph of Xiaofengxian from the 1910s.

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Li Lihua as Xiaofengxian in the 1953 movie of the same name. You can see that the robe is a lot more tailored and hourglass than the 1910s original.

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Taobao search result for “凤仙装” (Fengxian attire). A lot of things have changed in the popular perception... The pants became a skirt and the tall ingot collar is worn folded, but the namesake of this type of clothing is still a sex worker :3

I couldn’t find any more at the moment if anyone has more info please add to this post!

#historic fashion #chinese fashion #qing dynasty #republican era

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The Fall of King Romulus Part 2

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him...

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Pairings: Mostly Platonic LAMP and all the found family feels. Could be read as pre-slash.

Prologue Chapter 1

“Young Sir! Come look at this! A beautiful gift for your sweetheart, no?”

Logan bit back a curse as Roman, once again, slipped form his side and almost skipped towards the merchants stall.

They had finally left the forest earlier that morning. Barley a quarter- mile beyond the tree line the path merged with the great eastern road, already heaving with traders wagons heading to Steveange for the monthly market. Roman had gone to work immediately, finding an exhausted looking couple and charming them into exchanging a ride in the back of their cart for a selection of songs to soothe their gaggle of bored children.

Even Logan, no lover of music, could admit that Romans voices was objectively pleasing. Even the wailing baby settled down under the effects of his lullaby.

The closer they got to the city gates the more densely packed the road became, to the point where their pace might have been improved by walking. But the rest was welcome and the sun was still high in the sky by the time they had finally made it to the city square. They might even have made it to their target in good time, had Patton not insisted that they stay to help the family unload every box and crate from their cart before moving on.

Patton stood nearly seven foot tall, with shoulders to match and the patience of a Raspanzean monk. Moving him when he had decided not to move was difficult at the best of times. Currently, with a good deed in need of doing and no less than three small children clambering all over him, it was going to be impossible.

Logan looked at Virgil for support.

Virgil was already manhandling the smallest sack of produce down from the cart, under close supervision of a surly looking nine year old.

Logan looked back at Patton. Patton had somehow acquired a fourth child, and was swinging the small boy gently back and forth with one giant arm.

Logan sighed.

Eventually they agreed that Patton and Virgil would stay to help the family, and then set about finding the four of them somewhere to sleep. Logan and Roman would head down the main street, complete their mission and return with, hopefully, enough coin to let them settle here for at least a weeks rest.

Which Logan would have no problem with. Except that the monthly market seemed far larger than when Logan had visited the city as a young apprentice. The city square was packed with stalls filled with meat, produce, spices and enough live animals to generate a stink so strong even Patton and his twice broken nose winced. The main road meanwhile was filled with more temporary looking stalls offering books, jewellery and potions of every colour alongside the usual clothing and home wear. These continued the whole length of the road from the square to the city temple and even spilled over into the side streets and thoroughfares of the city proper.

All of which apparently meant Roman couldn’t walk for more than two minutes without stopping to gawk at whatever gaudy display was on offer or chat with the seller.

“Roman!” he caught up with the wayward bard at a jewellers stall, where a heavy set man with salt and pepper hair was holding up an extremely impractical looking necklace for him to inspect

“Oh there you are specs” Roman grinned at him, “have you seen Master Galvenets wares? Look how shiny!”

“Is this your sweetheart?” The jeweller – presumably Master Galvenet – grinned at Logan with far too many teeth and reached below the makeshift counter top, “Then may I suggest this one instead – to match his eyes?”

The necklace he presented was even bigger than the last. With blue glass masquerading as the sapphires surrounded by enough ostentatious filigree to decorate a dukes bed chamber. Logan stared, momentarily struck dumb by his own disdain.

Roman nudged him, waggling his eyebrows and giving him a lecherous grin “What do you think sweetie? It does match your eyes.”

Logan blanched. Turning quickly to the seller her snapped out “We are NOT together. And also - we’re, extremely poor. And not interested.”

He grabbed Roman’s wrist and proceeded to drag the giggling bard with him back towards the main street. “Can you try to focus?” Logan glared at him, “remember this package is time sensitive.” Superstitiously, Logan patted his pocket, feeling the shape of the vial they had been entrusted to transport to Steveange still safely stored inside.

Roman failed to look chastened. “Logan, it’s a herb. And we we’re asked to deliver it within a week – it’s only been five days! Your forest short cut worked, alright, the worlds not going to end if we stop to appreciate some fine wares on our way.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You consider Master Galvenet’s works, ‘fine wares’?”

Now Roman had the grace to look a little sheepish “They had a charm of their own.”

Logan hmphed. “They were very clearly fake.”

“Oh?” Roman linked their arms together, tugging him back into the steady stream of south bound shoppers, “How could you tell?”

Logan told him.

The ensuring lecture took them the rest of the way down main street, and into the rabbit warren of alleyways that branched out behind the city’s temple.

Even here, there were traders. Many had their wares spread out on blankets on the ground instead of stalls, but they seemed less inclined to call over whilst the two of them walked together deep in discussion and so, mercifully, there was less opportunities for Roman to get distracted.

“A festival?” Roman suggested. Logan shrugged, it was possible, something was certainly occurring to draw such an enormous throng.

Eventually, Logan had to admit that his boyhood memories were not enough to navigate every twist and turn of the city streets and Roman stepped away from him to ask a couple for directions. Logan took the chance to study him, but whatever fit of irrationality had led to him wandering back through half the forest the previous night seemed to have past. Even the scratches on his hands and arms had healed almost completely overnight, helped along by a generous slathering of healing salve from Virgil.

(Logan had, at the time, pointed out that the healer was using up rather a lot of their dwindling supply for an extremely minor injury. Virgil had hissed at him)

Roman was often contradictory. He would spend a day whining about his need for beauty sleep but then stay up till the early hours to fulfil every song request from whatever crowd they managed to gather. He fussed with his makeup and performance clothing as much as a lady at court, but kept his hair cropped unfashionably short and made no effort to seek out high class patrons who could have kept him in silks and finery. He was talented enough with a lute to spend the social season entertaining upper class lords, and talented enough with a sword to spend the rest of his time as a body guard or becomes some towns local hero. Instead he travelled with them.

“You know, I’m fairly sure there were some gentlemen painting miniatures on the main road, if you want to keep staring at me that is.”

Logan flushed, caught. “Don’t be insufferable.”

“You don’t pay me enough for that” Roman grinned cheekily.

This was an old joke. Virgil had originally found Roman, and hired him as a body guard and escort for a three day trip through a bandit ridden mountain pass. Three weeks and many diversions later, they had emerged on the other side of the mountain. Roman had become as much a part of the group as any of the others and had stayed to travel with them as a friend rather than a hire.

Logan was glad of it. Most of the time.

“Did you get the directions?”

“I did, I had to ask three people before I found someone who recognised the address – the city’s full of tourists!”

The woman who opened the door looked like the word crone ha been invented especially for her. Her grey hair stuck out from a shoddily tied scarf and her face looked like at any moment it might collapse under the weight of her own frown. She scowled at the pair of them, looking like she already learned everything there was to know about them from one glance and found it all spectacularly unimpressive.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

Logan resisted the urge to smooth down his waistcoat like he was presenting to a lecturer and stepped forward.

“Good afternoon. We have been sent by Madam Valarie to –“

This, if anything, seemed to make the scowl deepen.

“My sister? What does that witch want?”

“To deliver you …this”

With a flourish Logan produced the vial and held it aloft. The thin shaft of light spilling from the doorway made the red herb glow a burning orange in the dim of the alley.

“And you think I’m dramatic.”

“Shush.”

Needlessly dramatic or not, he had the woman’s attention. She reached towards the vial with trembling hands but Logan drew back before she could make contact.

“Your sister paid us half, with the promise of the second half on delivery.” Reaching into a different pocket he produced an envelope and held it out. “She told us to give you this – it should validate our story.”

The woman muttered something decidedly uncomplimentary under her breath but accepted the envelope. Without speaking further she turned and retreated into the hovel, leaving the door open behind her

The two men exchanged a glance, and then Roman deftly stepped around Logan to walk in first, one hand on his sword.

He needn’t have bothered, the short hallway opened up to small kitchen, where every conceivable surface was covered with books, scrolls and bric-a-brac. Three of the four walks were taken up with shelving where kitchen ingredients and appliances sat shoulder to shoulder with ornaments, candles and what looked like half a taxidermy ostrich.

If the old woman had hired muscle ready to take to leap out and take the herb by force, they would have had a hard time finding space to stand.

“My sister claims this was picked under the glow of a full moon.”

Logan nodded, “that is what we were given to understand.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “For this to be worth the price it needs to be used within ten days of the moon’s glow, my sisters village is two weeks ride away on the eastern road.”

“We came through the forest.” Logan explained, “Also, I sealed the herb in a pre-sterilised sample jar – the lack of air exposure should help it retain its freshness far beyond its normal time frame!”

The was a silence. The woman was now looking at Logan not with suspicion, but with the exasperation of a teacher whose student has just said something rather stupid.

Logan crossed his arms.

“If you look at the specimen carefully you will notice no discoloration or other signs of degradation – this method can be used to prolong the lifespan of most vegetation and-“

She interrupted him by laughing, an awful crows call of a noise, and held up a hand for silence.

“You are obviously quite uneducated.” she told him cheerfully “And you are bothering Mittens.”

“I beg your pardon I- wait what?”

“YOWCH!”

Logan spun round, as much as he could in the cramped space, only to find Roman desperately trying to relinquish a scrambling ball of fur back onto one of the high shelves. The cat had already dug its claws deep enough into the bards wrist to draw blood, and was currently clinging on for dear life as Roman waved his hand around like Patton trying to kill a spider.

“My apologies Master Mittens” Roman told the cat a few moments later, after Logan and the crone had finally convinced it to release him “I thought you were a hat.”

“Why must you touch things.” Logan hissed and was surprised by a much gentler laugh from their hostess.

“Aw now, Mittens is not the most dangerous thing you could have touched in my kitchen. Here. Drink.”

Logan blinked as she shoved hot cup into his hands. Its contents was extremely dark and disturbingly viscous. A few drops glopped over the side, singeing his finger. He held it as far from his body as he possibly could.

“And for you?” She held up a second cup towards Roman who smiled politely but shook his head ‘no’

“No thank you, Madam.”

“We’re both fine.” Logan said firmly, putting the cup down on one of the first patches of exposed surface he could find. “If you wouldn’t mind completing our transaction we will take our leave of this…place.”

She looked at him for one long moment and then turned back to Roman.

“Your friend says you passed through the Serpents Forrest”

Logan frowned - “That’s not what the locals called it.”

“Well that’s who lives there.” The crone snapped without turning around, “One of the darker fae. I’m not surprised he” – she jerked her chin back towards Logan – “ got through alright, since the gods look after fools.”

“Excuse me!”

“But how did you manage?”

Roman juts shrugged, eyes sparkling with mirth at Logan’s outraged expression. “We saw no one Madam, but if we had done - I carry iron.”

That rusted hunk of junk Logan thought, but the crone was nodding approvingly

“A clever boy” she patted Roman cheek, “I thought so when I heard your accent – you’re from beyond the mountains.”

Logan frowned. He was not gifted when it came to interpreting expressions, but he thought Romans smile had suddenly become very fixed.

“So are you.” Roman replied softly.

There was a moments quiet whilst the two looked at each other and Logan tried not to roll his eyes out of his own head. All they needed to do was a simple swap of coin for produce and instead Roman had manged to find the only other grown adult in Steveange who still believed in fairies.

Whatever northerner to northerner communication was happening seemed to pass, and the crone reached past Roman to pull a small burlap sack from the shelf. Mittens took the opportunity to skitter across her arm and settle himself on her shoulder.

“Here you are then.” She tipped the sack out on top of an open tome, producing three cloves of garlic and a hefty pile of coins Logan couldn’t help but stare. That was more money than Logan had seen in one place since he had started traveling.

The crone picked out three gold pieces and a fistful of silver and handed them to Logan. He counted quickly and handed her the vial. Transaction complete, Logan headed immediately to the door, but turned back when he realised Roman wasn’t with him

He was still trapped between the crone and the shelving. “Will you come and see me before you leave the city?” she asked “It would be nice to share my tea with someone who would appreciate it.”

Logan thought to the gelatinous mess in the tea cup and gagged but Roman just smiled

“If time allows my lady.” He brought her withered hand to his lips and deposited a courtly kiss before sidestepping her and heading after Logan.

The city alley smelt almost like fresh air after the over mixture of incense, garlic and cat that her permeated the crones kitchen, and Logan breathed it in gratefully before setting off. Roman falling into sept beside him.

Logan glanced at him, uncertain.

He knew Roman was from the Northern Kingdom. He guessed from his speech patterns that he either grew up upper class or was truly committed to his larger than life bard persona. He had mentioned a brother once, off hand, and during an argument compared Logan to a tutor he’d disliked who had made him study maps until he could recount every river on the continent by heart.

That was all he knew.

Logan was curious by nature, a trait which tended to get him in trouble. He would have liked to pepper Roman with a hundred questions about life beyond the mountains, but Patton had told him once he should only ask a question about a sensitive subject if he was prepared to answer one himself.

None of them like to talk about where they came from, but that was fine. They were going forward together.

It was obvious though, that meeting his countryman had shaken Roman. He walked silently, even when they turned into a wider street and found the market still in full swing, shoppers crowding around each stall, he made no comment, only stepped closer to Logan.

If he was Patton, he might have known what to say to sooth whatever emotion was clouding Romans features. If he was Virgil, he might have made a joke or pointed out an interesting stall to distract him

As it was..

“So do all Northerners believe in fairy stories or is it just you two?”

“What?”

“The dark fae of the forest? She can’t have been serious.”

Roman straighten up, fixing him with a mock glare “Logan! You’re honestly going to keep pretending you don’t believe in magic? You travel with an elf!”

“Half-elf. And there’s nothing mystical about him.”

“He makes potions Logan!”

“He mixes herbs into useful medicines, it’s no different than any human herbalist.”

“He chants when he does it. And his eyes do that thing.” Roman wiggled his fingers in front of his face, apparently to illustrate ‘that thing’.

“Which I’m sure helps him know how long each concoction needs to stew before adding the next ingredient. You cannot decided a race is magical just because they’ve failed to invent clocks.”

“Urgh!” Roman threw up his hands, “Sometimes you sound like you’re from Arkaze’yed.”

Arkaze’yd was on the western coast. The most industrially advanced of the great cities, they had recently converted the city temple into an extension of the university.

Logan preened. “Thank you for the compliment.”

Roman pulled a face. “You are such a - ooh! Jam tarts!”

He darted away again, but this time Logan couldn’t fault him. A boy was hastily unpacking a crate of what looked like fresh jam tarts onto his masters stall and the scent was delicious

They had to wait for three families ahead of them before they could finally have their turn. Roman picked out four of the tarts and chatted happily with the seller whilst Logan carefully counted out the money.

“I had herd the monthly market of Steveange was something to behold but this! Are you going to go all night?”

“Most likely.” The trader told them happily, “The towns packed for the coronation.”

“Coronation?”

“Princess Stephanie is to become queen,” the man gushed, one hand over his heart in what Logan considered to be an alarming display of emotional royalism. “The guests have been arriving all week.”

Logan nodded absently. That explained the hubbub. The rich went traveling and the poor went to see them. A coronation was a good enough excuse for a festival. If you liked that sort of thing.

“They say,” the trader whispered leaning forward, apparently unbothered by Logan’s total lack of interest in royal gossip, “That even the mad Prince is coming - Remus of Notaleveale!”

“Is that so.” said Logan, monotonously “Here’s your coin.” He turned to Roman to claim his pastry and – stared.

All the colour had drained from Romans face. He gaze was fixed on the trader, his eyes so wide he looked quite wild.

“Roman?” Logan asked, as gently as he could. He realised that Romans hands were shaking the second before the bag of pastries fell from his grip.

“Roman- ROMAN hey-“

Other customers were starting to push between them, Logan bent down quickly to rescue the bag form the floor and reached out to grab his friends hand.

But when he looked up, Roman had gone.

Part three

#creativitwins #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #Roman Sanders #TS: Fall of Romulus #this features #10% more plot but 100% more logan #this is the second full fic ive ever done and the first multichapter so feedback appreciated :o

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Cleaning Out the Rooms - a Harry Du Bois playlist Alcoholism, getting better?, memory loss, being a superstar, The Final Dream, forming political opinions, bad breakups, past transgressions, being a strange and inconsistent being, and persisting despite it all 26 songs (r-slur warning for Turnin’ on the Screw - QotSA)

including: David Bazan, They Might be Giants, The Mountain Goats, British Sea Power (of course), Queens of the Stone Age, and more. Full track listing and lyric excerpts under the cut

---- Turnin' on the Screw - Queens of the Stone Age (This is the opening track on Era Vulgaris, seemed like an appropriate opening song / introduction to Harry's general essence) ----

... They say those who can't just instruct others And act like victims or jilted lovers You can't lose it if you never had it Disappear, man, do some magic

Want a reason? How's about because You ain't a has been if you never was

I sound like this

Scared to say what is your passion So slag it all, bitter's in fashion Fear of failure's all you've started The jury is in, verdict: r******d

I'm so tired, and I'm wired too I'm a mess; I guess I'm turning on the screw

---- Bless this Mess - David Bazan (Harry being a drunk and a general mess, things going in cycles) ----

God bless the man who stumbles God bless the man who falls God bless the man who yields to temptation God bless the woman who suffers God bless the woman who weeps God bless the children trying her patience Trouble getting over it Is what you're in for So pour yourself another 'Cause it'll take a steady pair of hands Holy or unholy ghost Well now I can't tell, but either way you cut it You should get some distance if you plan to take a stand God bless the house divided God bless the weeds in the wheat God bless the lamp hid under a bushel I discovered hell to be the poison in the well So I tried to warn the others of the curse But then my body turned on me I dreamt that for eternity My family would burn Then I awoke with a wicked thirst

---- Don’t Sit Down Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys (general Harry vibe. off-kilter) ----

Break a mirror, roll the dice

...

Find a well-known hard man and start a fight Wear your shell suit on bonfire night Fill in a circular hole with a peg that's square

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

...

Bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes Kung fu fighting on your roller skates Do the Macarena in the devil's lair

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

---- I've Been Seeing Things - They Might be Giants (feels very Harry's detecting style, surreal happenstance) ----

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things Don't have answers but I've got lots of questions

Carpool's up, someone gets out Hand someone else a violin case I'm trying not to let them see me looking at them But I'm pretty sure there was a dollar sign

Keep your eyes peeled and you'll see stuff Which at first seems like unimportant irrelevant things

Can't just ask some perfect stranger "What are you hiding in your violin case?" Shadow them at a distance instead Try to get inside their head

Where'd they go now (Where'd they go now) I got distracted (I got distracted) Begging me to stay (Begging me to stay) Wearing a disguise (Wearing a disguise) That lady (That lady) Must have ditched the kid (Must have ditched the kid) Hidge the down (Hidge the down) [???] What's she up to now? (What's she up to now?) Trembling cold by the airport road Watching them stack containers in rows Seagulls, helicopter, windblown trash Something doesn't add up

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things No one asks but I'm packing all kinds of attention

Later I'm watching a news report Camera pans across a crime scene Unremarked upon detail Empty violin case Okay maybe not the same case Different material, different color Still you have to wonder Am I the only one who knows

I've been seeing things

---- Music is the Victim - Scissor Sisters (breakup Harry. drug-addled disco Harry) ----

I left my heart in San Fransisco It's at some motherfucking disco The people there where dancin' on it And that's including Ms. Matronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're riding through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena Where all them girls was doin' Tina Them bitches sure were crunked up on it I said I'd rather smoke some chronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

---- Down to Your Soul - Right Away, Great Captain! (about the Final Dream and pre-game Harry) ----

And I see things I actually don't see. I knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach. I looked into your eyes and I began to lose my teeth, And I felt you were dreaming the same thing.

And I know you don't know what I'm capable of But if you give me just one more minute I'm sure That you would be shaking right down to your soul And I'd hope that the fear of the lord brings me home. I'm a man in a body of water so tall Could swallow you whole and forget where he's going But I carved a map in the back of my arm Don't worry I'm coming home I said don't worry cause I'm coming home

---- No Surprises - Radiohead (suicidal harry, pre-game. Maybe immediately before the game. A little Big Communism Builder) ----

A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises

…

This is my final fit My final bellyache

…

No alarms and no surprises, please (get me out of here)

---- Cleaning Out the Rooms - British Sea Power (The instrumental part seems to have been used / referenced for a background music track. And also the name of that one thought project. as expected, it fits beautifully. Wake up in a new life, down by the seaside. Cleaning out the rooms. She’ll be coming soon.) ----

Where life is good in a way Swept away upon our hearts, in cold coal ceremonial On a rainy day, hang it up Get the vacuum and suck it in Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up Dark cloud, drifting out of view I'll never know, she'll be coming soon, that is all I'll wake up in a new life, ship shape and shoe shine Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up She'll be coming soon Drifting into view, way in the west, white cloud If everybody knew, I never knew, she'll be coming soon I'll wake up in a new life, down by the seaside In a new life, down by the seaside Cleaning out the room, I'll clean it up Dark clouds, she'll be coming soon Down the chimney, out the window, that is all

---- In the Morning of the Magicians - The Flaming Lips (waking up with no memory, but bad vibes) ----

In the morning I awake

And I couldn't remember What is love and what is hate

The calculations error

Oh, what is love and what is hate? And why does it matter? Is to love just a waste? And how can it matter?

Oh...

As the dawn began to break I had to surrender The universe will have its way Too powerful to master

---- Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads (Huh?? What's happening?? same as it ever was, same as it ever was) ----

And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"

...

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

...

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right? Am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?"

---- Don't Change - David Bazan (alcoholism, cycles of wanting to get better, depression, slipping in to old coping mechanisms, plus a little bit in here about dreams. This is a song for if Harry continues partying after the memory wipe, I suppose) ----

He seems nice You met him once or twice But you wonder what he's like When he's sober

Then again You hear he has no friends Just people that he spins To do him favors

When he wakes up in the morning he tells himself Today I'll make a change But falling into his bed at night he thinks Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

I'm so deep That only in my sleep Do the secrets that I keep Float to the surface

So I hold them down Till they don't make a sound Like they accidentally drowned Except on purpose

And when I wake up in the morning I tell myself Today I'll make a change But falling into my bed at night I think Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

---- Airbag - Radiohead (born again, back to save the universe) ----

In the next world war In a jackknifed juggernaut I am born again In the neon sign scrolling up and down I am born again

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

In a deep, deep sleep of the innocent I am born again In a fast German car I'm amazed that I survived An airbag saved my life

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

---- A Comet Appears - The Shins (puppeting a man-body around pretending to be a living thing. drinking, depression) ----

One hand on this wily comet Take a drink just to give me some weight Some uber-man I'd make I'm barely a vapor

They shone a chlorine light on A host of individual sins Let's carve my aging face off Fetch us a knife Start with my eyes Down so the lines Form a grimacing smile

Close your eyes to corral a virtue Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard To cement a failure

---- The Communists Have the Music - They Might be Giants (Big Communism Builder, but especially Harry's shallow understanding of Communism. Party-boy communist) ----

I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwich Straight from the can, it tasted so bland I asked a lass to pass me a glass Of Engels' Conditions of the Working Class

Right away they dragged me to the committee To explain my un-American activity They're gonna see they made a mistake If they'd only let me play my mixtape

I'm not partial to the martial Or the plutocrats, in their beaver hats And the fascists have the outfits But I don't care for the outfits What I care about is music And the communists have the music

---- Harlem Roulette - The Mountain Goats (Harry thinking about Guillame le Million? Generally: that vibe of secret, maybe supranatural machinations happening just outside your field of view. A kinda lonely, pensive vibe, sprinkled with past drug use, driving...memory) ----

Unknown engines underneath the city Steam pushing up in billows through the grates Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem Its 1968. Just a pair of tunes to hammer out. Everybody's off the clock by 10:00. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. Feels so free when I hit the avenue. Nothing like a New York summer night. Every dream's a good dream, Even awful dreams are good dreams, If you're doing it right. Remember soaring higher than a cloud. Get pretty sentimental now and then. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on. And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone. Armies massing in the dusky distance. Ghosted in the ribbon microphone. Leave a little mark on something, maybe, Take the secret circuit home. Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands. Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

---- Suture up Your Future - Queens of the Stone Age (Harry's gonna fix his mess) ----

I'm gon' suture up my future I ain't jaded, I just hate it See, I been down too long It's kinda hard to explain Burned and buried, all I carried

...

Tried explaining unexplained Got caught in the plan All this talking at once I've been giving my love away To the things that tear it apart I'm gonna suture up my future

---- Lampshades on Fire - Modest Mouse (Harry trashing his body / having already trashed his body, just kinda a Harry-vibe song) ----

...

Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out This is what I really call a party now Well, fear makes us really, really run around A-this one's done so where to now? Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all Well, you all know what I'm talking about The room lights up, but we're still dancing around We're having fun, having some fun now

Pack up again, head to the next place Where we'll make the same mistakes Open one up and let it fall to the ground Pile out the door when it all runs out

...

As our feelings are getting hurt Oh, we want you to do the work Our ass looks great inside these jeans Well, we want just our water clean

Well, this is how it's always been And this is how it's going to be So you just move on

---- Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes (Harry "can-opener" du Bois. Talking to the skills, solving things, detecting, generally being a terrifying force of nature / the pale) ----

I'm gonna fight 'em all A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette

And the message coming from my eyes Says, "Leave it alone"

Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones Says, "Find a home"

---- Body of Years - Mother Mother (Harry's past that follows him, Harry's half-decomposed body that marks the years of abuse it's been through) ----

All the remains of a cadaver of days I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case I wanna visit that place Blow the dust from the bones Off a body of years that I leave all alone Just a body of years

See the skin disappears And the blood turns to stone In a body of years now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul It's a body of years that I leave all alone

It's Just a body of years, now a pile of bones You know Old soul who falls down Can't stop trippin' on these Old roads I go down Get back up and get my foot in the door And my face on the page Make my mark in the world With a bat and a blade It's a body of work that you can't ever change Like a body of years that you take to your grave It's just a body of years that I leave all alone It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul

---- The Cap-m - They Might be Giants (just a Harry vibe song) ----

When I talk you keep looking away from me 'Cause you probably think that I'm high on pot But I'm not, I'm not

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You say it's such a joke But I don't see you laughing

People seem to think you can't be called the Cap'm Unless you drive a boat Well, I don't I don't

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm Go ahead and mess with me You'll find out what will happ'm

...

Did you say what I think you just said My hat looks good on me? I agree, I agree

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You act like it's a joke But I don't see you laughing

---- Broke - Modest Mouse (oops! all mistakes. Broke it all. Want to forget it but can't) ----

Broke account, so I broke a sweat I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now Broke my pace and ran out of time Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down Such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice You said that I was an asshole and I paid the price

Broken hearts want broken necks I've done some things that I'd love to forget, but I can't

Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow It's the end of the discussions that just go 'round and 'round And 'round, and 'round, and 'round ... It was like everything was evidence of broken time

You're living on fancy wine You'll drink that turpentine You're starting conversations You don't even know the topic

---- Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats (Defiantly alive) ----

Like a spent gladiator, Crawling in the coliseum dust. Who can count on his remaining limbs, All the people he can trust. Like the one who stands behind him, Cheering him on. Ecstatic when he stands defiant, Wild with abandon when he's gone. Just stay alive. Keep your eyes on the pay line. Like a village on the step, About to get collectivized. When the men emerge with rifles from the haystack, Everybody looks surprised. Like the mice in the forgotten grain, Way up on the top shelf. Like someone who's found a small town to escape to, Keeps one eye on his abandoned, former self. Stay in the game. Just try to play through the pain. Like a fighter who's been told its finally time for him to quit. Show up in shining colors, And then stand there and get hit. Like the clock that ticks in Dresden, When the whole town's been destroyed. Like the nagging flash of insight, You're always desperate to avoid. Like the bloody-knuckled gunman, Still stationed at the breach. Like that board game with the sliders, And the children on the beach. Stay alive. Maybe spit some blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.

---- You Only Live Once - The Strokes (just general Harry, talking about the skills, choices you can make, what kind of cop you can be) ----

Twenty-nine different attributes Only seven that you like, oh-oh Twenty ways to see the world, oh And twenty ways to start a fight, oh

...

And countless odd religions too It doesn't matter which you choose, oh, no One stubborn way to turn your back, oh This I've tried and now refuse, oh

Oh don't, don't, don't get up I can't see the sunshine Oh, I'll be waiting for you, baby 'Cause I'm through Sit me down Shut me up I'll calm down And I'll get along with you

---- Pork and Beans - Weezer (Superstar Cop) ----

They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool

I'ma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm fine and dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think

Everyone likes to dance to a happy song With a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art

No, I don't care I don't care

---- Freaks - Surf Curse (head filled with skills, The Final Dream) ----

Don't kill me just help me run away From everyone I need a place to stay Where I can cover up my face Don't cry, I am just a freak

I am just a freak(x3)

My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully I won't wake up this time

I won't wake up this time(x3)

---- The Smallest Church in Sussex - British Sea Power (oh yeah this is mandatory) ----

#disco elysium #harry du bois #harrier du bois #hdb #disco elysium playlist #generally wanted to keep this playlist fun to listen to despite the subject matter to there are still a lot of songs w good beats #communists have the music gets stuck in my head all the time #also sorry to repost this #i forgot to tag anything and if you edit something to add tags it doesn't seem to show up in search

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ibis-gt · 3 years ago

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Hey buddy. I think you know who this is :]

I- I’m- very tired. I need advice on how to draw hands. If you don’t have any to give that’s alright :]

Also please drink water, get rest, and eat if you haven’t already :[ self care is important!!

- Tetris

hmmm advice on drawing hands.... yknow i was gonna sort thru my drawings and present some sketch layers and try to describe my process but when i try to Think about it my mind goes totally blank! which is not at all helpful! but here's some tips:

-references references references. there's a million of them on the internet. use them. take pictures of your own hands in the position you want if you can't find a good one! eventually you'll start being able to just kind of Picture how the hand should be based on your past experiences drawing them.

-trace if you have to. there is nothing wrong with tracing unless you're tracing someone else's artwork. real grey area when it comes to other people's photos, but there's nothing wrong with tracing your own photos! it's not cheating, it's not a shortcut, it's another tool in your art arsenal. your artsenal. gets you a feel for how things should look and the kinds of shapes involved.

-speaking of shapes! break the hand down into shapes. i draw palms like a rounded square and fingers like lil sausages. sometimes i just draw the fingertips and then connect them to the palm later. i used to think if i didn't have the Exact Shape of the finger right it would look bad. turns out? you can just draw sausages and it reads fine, depending on your art style. like i don't really go in for realism so my cartoony sausage fingers are fine.

-do some figure sketches. get a picture of a hand and try to capture the essence of it in fifteen seconds. then thirty seconds. then a minute. then five minutes. the quick drawings are for general shape, the longer ones are for details.

-a hand is a mitten but with separated fingers. draw a mitten and then fill in the fingers. hide some fingers behind each other. yeah that looks good. you can group the middle and ring finger together in one big lump and it's fine

ok that's ibis's tips for drawing hands! i have no art school experience i'm all self taught so take it with a grain of salt. here's some tiny cam sketches i never cleaned up for your troubles.

#asks #art #toots #idk i know some ppl are real up in arms about tracing photos. i honestly do not think there is a single thing wrong with it

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ryuu-to-sobakasu-hime · 3 years ago

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Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 4

**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but it’s good enough to understand what’s going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if you’ll contact me.**

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Chapter 4: U

I went home and opened my MacBook. While shivering in the cold, I clicked on the link sent by Hiro-chan. The letter "U" slowly emerges on a pitch-black screen with a wave-like sound. ".......U?" My tattered face covered in vomit was illuminated by the light of the monitor. The invitation page will be launched and a message will be displayed.

[ "U" is another reality

"Az" is another you

Reality cannot be redone

But with "U" you can start over

Let's live another you

Let's start a new life

Let's change the world ]

I forgot about the cold and was looking forward to it. The smartphone placed next to it was linked and the app started automatically. A registration screen appears on my MacBook monitor. It says "NAME".

"Name...."

I hesitated. There was a feeling of resistance. However, contrary to my feelings, I reach out towards my keyboard.

"S" "u" "z" …….

I type in steadily.

"U".

At that moment, a strong anxiety arose. I impulsively press the delete key. I slammed the keys to erase it and closed my MacBook.

[............]

I curled up and sighed, shivering. "I'm next to Luka" I found Luka on the bench in the courtyard. The girls are gathering together and surrounding Luka-chan. The first grade is almost over, so it seemed like everyone was going to take a picture.

"Mr. Watanabe's Yokozaro"

"Eh~? No fair!"

"I like Luka-chan's soba." Ako was envious of the shining Luka-chan from behind the pillars of piloti. I was jealous of the girls who could be photographed with Luka.

"Mr. Watanabe, look over here. I'll take a picture," urged the girl who played the role of the camera, and Luka looked in front of her. Then she waved towards us as she suddenly noticed.

"Ah. Suzu-chan!"

"Eh?" Luca beckoned to me, who was scared.

"Suzu-chan is also included!"

The girls looked at me all at once. Why? Is written on the face. I'm in a hurry

I hid in a pillar, then I looked a little and turned my palm.

"No, no, I", but Luca continued to beckon me.

"It’ll be fast!” Later, the image was sent. A group photo of girls with cute V signs, centered on Luca. There is my face full of freckles mixed with it. The position just behind Luka. Like the spirit behind her, I have an awkward V sign. When I tried to register for "U" again, I was asked for a photo of my face. I don’t have a photo of my face. I don't bother to point the camera at myself.

So, I used the image at this time for registration.

Face recognition markers are displayed on everyone. Which one are you? I moved the cursor and selected the freckled face behind Luka.

The text "A / I automatically generates a new Az" appears. At the same time, there is an annotation, "What is Az?". << The name of the avatar in "U" and another you >>

Another you.

Soon, the rendered Az was displayed.

"That ...?" There was a terrifyingly beautiful Az, far from me. You can say it's just like Luka-chan, not me. "Luka-chan? Why ..."

AI was confused with Luca, who was right next to my image. If so, what an awkward artificial intelligence! While the difference must be corrected. I hit the back button repeatedly.

"No. Back, back. Cancel ...", but suddenly I stopped pressing the button. Red spot-like patterns were clearly drawn on both cheeks of the Az.

"Freckles ..." I put my hand on my cheek. Isn't it my freckles? "Maybe I .....?" I slowly typed in each character in the "NAME" field of the registration screen. This time it's not "Suzu".

"B" "e" “l” “l” “e”

"Bell" = “Suzu”

When I decide on the name "... Bell", the Az in front of me suddenly seems to be adorable. "Cancel" and "OK" buttons are displayed on the screen, prompting you to make a selection.

"What should I do..…"

To make this beauty Az me, I'm not courageous and I'm afraid. On the other hand, no matter how far she is from me in reality, I also think. Rather, it is the world of the Internet that is far away. There are many examples of flashy names and icons on SNS.

"U" is a virtual world and Az is a virtual personality. Privacy is strictly protected. It claims that anonymity is strictly guaranteed. Then no one should blame you. Then, at the next moment, I'm at a loss. In the first place, why did AI of "U" automatically generate such a beautiful Az for me? Is it just a coincidence created by uncertainty? Or is it deep inside my heart? Are you seeing through your true desires? Or ...

It's time to select "Cancel or OK".

A late-night study room with only desk lights. In front of the MacBook screen, I decided to take a slow breath and trim. --Now, let's live another you-in my head, the message of "U" was refrained. "Click" I clicked OK.

At that moment, as if you were preparing, the "U" app on your smartphone started automatically. You can hear the announcement of a calm tone voice.

"Please attach the device"

As per the instruction screen, take out the earphone type device from the case and take it out. I put it on my ear.

"I'm reading your biometric information ..."

The letter "U" on the device glows blue and shimmers. With just one vise, you can get all the information about human beings as living things. It seems that you can do it. And in a very short time. "Done," the announcement said. Then I continued as if I was checking.

"Start body sharing"

It sounds like something is spinning at high speed. Head circumference. There was a feeling that the surroundings were covered with dense air. It seems that it was brought about by the strong magnetic field developed by the device, and perhaps because of that, the hair lifts up softly as if it were in a weightless space.

"First, vision comes under control."

The feel of the magnetic field seemed to concentrate on the back of the head. I slowly open my eyes. "Ah!" A dazzling white light rushed into my eyes.

It's a cloth. White cloths that were more than 10 meters long overlapped, fluttering and fluttering in the wind. I looked at my body as if I were checking my body, and was shocked. My feet are floating in the air. The announcement echoes, as if it were an announcement from heaven.

"Other cognitive functions and deep limb sensations come under control."

What do you mean? There were no words in that unrealistic space. Sweat gushes from the whole body, and the heart beats.

"The feeling of physical independence and physical possession moves to your registered Az." Something slowly approaches from behind. Pink hair. It was the "shadow" of Az that I registered earlier. However, it’s face is flat and white like a plate with nothing on it.

[.........]

I'm just stunned. "Shadow" overlaps. The feeling that another body gets inside me is unpleasant. The shadow of Az was fine-tuned by moving the position back and forth so that it would be in focus, but it fits perfectly immediately. Immediately, the discomfort I had just disappeared somewhere. Beyond the fluttering white cloth, I saw a large white door. I reach out my hands as I slowly approach. The announcement announced. "Welcome to the world of 'U'"

I pressed my hands against the door and opened it vigorously. When I jumped out, I saw a group of skyscrapers that filled my view. "Ah!" On the bustling boulevard that intersects three-dimensionally, a large number of people, not humans, Az-- are floating in the air. Az that imitate animals, insects, marine life, vases and set squares, Az that imitate bicycles, half-beasts and goddesses that are likely to appear in fiction, Az that imitate warriors ... , Az in all kinds of shapes are flying around while chatting loudly. When I look up at the night sky, the lights of countless windows blink, not from the twinkling stars, but from the skyscrapers hanging upside down. Another reality. Another world. Is this "U"? Powder snow is dancing. It's a little chilly. When I opened my hands to take the powder snow in the palm of my hand, I saw a white arm and long, thin fingers in my eyes.

[...]

I was surprised at the difference in physical sensation and looked as if I was checking my body. Her slender body and long legs are wrapped in a white dress that looks like a newborn.

Is this me?

Let's live another you.

The message of "U" was refrained in my head.

[............]

There, I noticed multiple eyes and looked forward. Some Az in the crowd are looking at me. However, as soon as I glanced at it, I went there. You may be a little beautiful, but this is "U". To that extent, nothing is unusual here. That was convenient. No one cares. Then you might be able to do what you've always wanted to do. When I raise my face, I take a deep breath and try to speak out.

The voice was undeniably my own voice. It's much more relaxed than I expected. I tried humming so that the nasal cavity would resonate instead of stretching. Sounds smoother than I imagined. Is it conveniently corrected because the body is virtual? But I don't feel that the sound is far from my consciousness. Is it because the scanned biometric information is accurate? Anyway…

I can't believe it. "I could sing ...!"As the powder snow dances fantastically, my voice rebels against the skyscrapers. It is echoing. How many years has it been since you sung properly? It was irresistible that I could immediately make a voice as I imagined, even though there was a blank and I hadn't done any preparatory movements. It feels like I've got a lot of freedom, and at the same time I'm a little scared. How is biometric information transformed into this output? What is Az? Anyway,

"Oh, I finally sang ...!"

I was very happy about this. I decided to sit down and sing a song with the lyrics properly. Of course there is no accompaniment, but is it okay?

[ I want to see a world where such a small melody pierces through a happy song

I wake up every morning and look for a future without you

I don't want to imagine the unpleasant singing ]

The lyrics translated into various languages around me. Many languages, it surrounds me as a belt. Gaelic, Thai, Persian ...

All languages overlap. If a song is detected, will it be displayed automatically without any settings? In addition, the synthetic voice singing in some languages sounds faint, although the types are limited. Maybe because of that, "Hmm ...?"

Az and others who should have ignored me, suddenly look back and look at me.

"Ah ...?" Many Az in the building area are standing in the air one after another. I didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to check the condition of the technology called body sharing. However, it seems that more Az are gathering and listening than I expected. It's very embarrassing to think of myself as a street musician in a virtual world. However, it cannot be stopped on the way. Let's sing to the end, for myself. I continued thinking so.

[But I don't know the correct answer anymore.

It seems that it's going well except for me. Will it still come tomorrow?

Song, guide me, whatever happens, song, beside me, love, approach ]

From the Az who were listening, balloons displaying comments one after another appeared.

"What is this?" "Who is singing?" "Mysterious song"

At first, the content was cautious, as if watching the situation.

However, it gradually became less reluctant. For some reason, the only people who made comments such as "noisy", "strange songs", and "don't be pretentious" were Az with a cute appearance that I couldn't say such a thing. Wearing a frilly pink dress, a little animal, or a baby holding a teddy bear.

"Her looks aren't bad" "What's that freckled face (laughs)" Various tweets fly while singing. I do not mind. I'm singing for me. However, I was hurt by the words thrown at me. It ’s hard to say that only a small number of people will say

You can see it from here as well. hard. It may have appeared on the face. Furthermore, the words escalated. "I feel bad" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" I managed to finish singing before my feelings broke down. The noisy Az sighed and sighed, sighing and leaving. I had no choice but to see them off with disappointment,

"Belle"

Called my name, I looked up.

"……ah"

Something slipped in, "Eh? ... Ah," once I sprinkled the glittering scales, and once I went all the way down, it slowly stopped on my hand. It was a mysterious Az, like a white fairy, like an angel, like a clionidae. If you look closely, you can see that the body is transparent with the delicacy of warabi mochi. While swaying the wings of both hands, he said in a slightly traumatic tone.

"You are wonderful. You are beautiful."

That said, I felt saved.

"....... Fufufu. Thank you."

When I woke up, it was morning. Before I knew it, I was lying on my bed. Was last night a dream? It still has a fresh feeling. I looked at my smartphone to make sure. I have a profile page for Belle. It wasn't a dream. If you look under the bell icon, there is a column showing the number of followers.

《Belle: 0 followers》

That number is zero.

"There are no followers ....." I muttered while staring at the screen. "The world doesn't change anything." I didn't ask for it, but I felt a little disappointed.

When I thought, a beep sounded. The number of followers became "1" in front of me. That angel Az. A comment balloon appears. It was a blank space with nothing written on it. I laid down my smartphone, lay on my back on the bed, and remembered last night. There were many unplanned things. However, "But I finally sang ..." Above all, my heart was refreshed. The light of the winter morning looked dazzling. It's been a while since I've had such a refreshing feeling. Then there was a second follow-up notice. It was Hiro-chan. A cute bird-shaped Az with a round hat.

In the comment of "Re: I tried it for the first time"

<< This is Hiro. Belle is the best. I'll do anything >>

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.

ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.

#belle #belle movie #ryuu to sobakasu no hime #ryu to sobakasu no hime #ryu #ryuu #studio chizu #mamoru hosoda #竜とそばかすの姫 #belle 2021 #hime

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richincolor · 3 years ago

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Learning About the Present Through Our Past

There are people who would say that students in the U.S. do not get a comprehensive education when it comes to history. So how can we understand our present and work toward our future without a clear view of our past? There may be some schools or teachers who are doing an excellent job, but in many cases we still have a very long way to go. This makes access to thorough and accurate accounts all the more important for young readers. Here are two recent books that could help fill in some gaps.

Revolution in Our Time: The Black Panther Party's Promise to the People by Kekla Magoon [available Sept. 28] (Review copy provided by Candlewick)

Publisher summary: In this comprehensive, inspiring, and all-too-relevant history of the Black Panther Party, Kekla Magoon introduces readers to the Panthers’ community activism, grounded in the concept of self-defense, which taught Black Americans how to protect and support themselves in a country that treated them like second-class citizens. For too long the Panthers’ story has been a footnote to the civil rights movement rather than what it was: a revolutionary socialist movement that drew thousands of members—mostly women—and became the target of one of the most sustained repression efforts ever made by the U.S. government against its own citizens.

Revolution in Our Time puts the Panthers in the proper context of Black American history, from the first arrival of enslaved people to the Black Lives Matter movement of today. Kekla Magoon’s eye-opening work invites a new generation of readers grappling with injustices in the United States to learn from the Panthers’ history and courage, inspiring them to take their own place in the ongoing fight for justice.

A few thoughts: Aside from the middle grade book One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia and Kekla Magoon's own teen novels The Rock and the River and Fire in the Streets, not much literature exists for young readers featuring the Black Panthers. That was why I was very excited to see this available for teens, but I think adults will also appreciate it. Revolution in Our Time begins with one of the events that brought the Panthers to national attention, but also goes back hundreds of years explaining many actions and events in history that led to that moment. Readers can see how the organization came together, shaped their collective identity, and got to work.

It's a very comprehensive look at the members and their day-to-day activities, victories, losses, and the many challenges they ran up against. It also includes a look into the many instances of governmental opposition. The Panthers were strong and did want to be seen that way, but their opponents painted them as violent and dangerous and that image is the only picture that many folks still hold in their memories. Here people can see a much more complete and accurate view.

The actual details and the stories are awesome by themselves, but the way that Magoon connects the past to our present makes this an incredibly powerful work. The final sections of the book are a call to action. The Black Panthers' average age was 19. Young people can do amazing things. There's a lot to learn by looking at the past and there's so much potential and opportunity for young people to make change happen today.

From a Whisper to a Rallying Cry: The Killing of Vincent Chin and the Trial that Galvanized the Asian American Movement by Paula Yoo Norton Young Readers

Publisher summary: America in 1982: Japanese car companies are on the rise and believed to be putting U.S. autoworkers out of their jobs. Anti–Asian American sentiment simmers, especially in Detroit. A bar fight turns fatal, leaving a Chinese American man, Vincent Chin, beaten to death at the hands of two white men, autoworker Ronald Ebens and his stepson, Michael Nitz.

Paula Yoo has crafted a searing examination of the killing and the trial and verdicts that followed. When Ebens and Nitz pled guilty to manslaughter and received only a $3,000 fine and three years’ probation, the lenient sentence sparked outrage. The protests that followed led to a federal civil rights trial—the first involving a crime against an Asian American—and galvanized what came to be known as the Asian American movement.

Extensively researched from court transcripts, contemporary news accounts, and in-person interviews with key participants, From a Whisper to a Rallying Cry is a suspenseful, nuanced, and authoritative portrait of a pivotal moment in civil rights history, and a man who became a symbol against hatred and racism.

A few thoughts: It's clear that Paula Yoo did an incredible amount of research and she carefully unraveled many layers of this complicated story. Vincent Chin was brutally killed and though to some it may seem like an isolated event, it happened during a time when there was increasing anti-Asian sentiment brewing. Yoo takes the time to explain many things that had happened contributing to the creation of this environment. She uses the personal history of Vincent's family and even goes back through U.S. history as a whole to see the threads of hatred and racism that had been there over time.

The narrative includes many people involved in the case and explores their lives and actions--and where possible--their motivations. Seeing Vincent's friends and family up close makes the loss very difficult to witness even just via the page.

A powerful aspect of this book is seeing the way people pulled together and spoke up. They formed Asian American advocacy organizations and some aspects of the justice system were even changed as a result of the work done around Vincent's case. Unfortunately, this book is very timely. It was published during a time of rising violence and racism against people of Asian descent in the U.S. Yoo shows readers that our present has come about because of our past, but our past can also inform and inspire us.

Here are links to a few more YA nonfiction history books that we've featured in the past:

An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States for Young People by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz adapted by Debbie Reese and Jean Mendoza

We Are Not Yet Equal: Understanding Our Racial Divide by Carol Anderson and Tonya Bolden

Stamped: Racism, Antiracism, and You by Jason Reynolds & Ibram X. Kendi

A Few Red Drops: The Chicago Race Riot of 1919 by Claire Hartfield

Courage Has No Color: The True Story of the Triple Nickles by Tanya Stone

Infinite Hope: A Black Artist's Journey from WWII to Peace by Ashley Bryan

They Called Us Enemy by George Takei, Justin Eisinger, Steven Scott, & Harmony Becker

Pipestone: My Life in an Indian Boarding School by Adam Fortunate Eagle

Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White by Lila Quintero Weaver

The March graphic novel series books 1-3 by John Lewis with Andrew Aydin and artist Nate Powell

In addition to books written specifically for the YA market, there are also some fantastic historical picture books for children, teens, and even adults. Here are a few that are exceptional:

Unspeakable: The Tulsa Race Massacre by Carole Boston Weatherford illustrated by Floyd Cooper

Queen of Physics: How Wu Chien Shiung Helped Unlock the Secrets of the Atom by Teresa Robeson illustrated by Rebecca Huang

Freedom in Congo Square by Carole Boston Weatherford and R. Gregory Christie

I Am Not a Number by Jenny Kay Dupuis and Kathy Kacer illustrated by Gillian Newland

Twenty-two Cents: Muhammad Yunus and the Village Bank by Paula Yoo illustrated by Jamel Akib

Separate is Never Equal: Sylvia Mendez & Her Family's Fight for Desegregation by Duncan Tonatiuh

The Book Itch: Freedom, Truth & Harlem's Greatest Bookstore by Vaunda Micheaux Nelson illustrated by R. Gregory Christie

Fry Bread: A Native American Family Tradition by Kevin Noble Mailland illustrated by Juana Martinez-Neal

Paper Son: The Inspiring Story of Tyrus Hong, Immigrant and Artist by Julie Leung illustrated by Chris Sasaki

A Day for Rememberin': Inspired by the True Events of the First Memorial Day by Leah Henderson illustrated by Floyd Cooper

Overground Railroad by Lesa Cline-Ransome and James Ransome

Soldier for Equality: José de la Luz Sáenz and the Great War by Duncan Tonatiuh

If you are aware of other books we should watch for, please let us know.

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