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katerinaaqu · 2 months ago

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Have you seen the new epic saga, it's something alright lmao

Of course I haven't seen it given that I never followed the live streaming to begin with not even in the first two sagas that I genuinely liked, much less now but a friend wanted to fill me in and since you asked and I wanted to be accurate, I tormented myself for almost 16 minutes to listen to the plot changes that I was told there would be and I am like

WHAT THE FUCK DID I HEAR?!!!!!!!!

I am sorry but again speakig purely on plot of course because honestly the music is really solid as always and the singers were amazing to transfer the emotions they wanted to transfer. Loved some of the melodies given, for example the intro of Charybdis was my favorite part I think but I am like HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT ALMOST ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF THE FREAKING ODYSSEY IS IN THIS SAGA?!!!!!! Like he just kept the bare minimum again!

Sorry for the runt but yeah here goes:

"Not sorry for loving you"=> After all that backlash that song got even from the most loyal Epic fans he still kept it. I mean I admire his loyalty to his ideas but like he should have known that the song was not a good idea. I mean it was almost clear from the song's ideas that Jorge would dodge the subject of SA and that he would leave his fans guessing (smart move gotta give him that) at first given the suicide attempt Odysseus make but now it seems almost clear that he would want to dodge the subject just like he dodged the Circe thing it is just that right now he couldn't do it as blatantly because Calypso was an infamous moment of the Odyssey And of course the "I love you" Odysseus said...I said it before and I say it again it reminds me a blunt way to translate the reconsiliation of Odysseus and Calypso in the Odyssey. Okay even Odyssey was interesting in that (see my other analysis) even Homer uses the phrase "they rested by each other's side enjoying their closeness" so in one way even Homer seems to be implying that Odysseus forgives her and even tries to see it from her point of view but honestly what else could he do? Hold a grudge? A day before he would be FINALLY given the tools to make a raft? I think not. It almost felt like Odysseus felt sorry for Calyspo for one second in the Odyssey, when Calypso, a literal goddess, compared herself to his wife. It was an almost pity move on his part at that moment. Dunno what the musical wanted to do with this but this was not the way to do it! All the context of their talk and all was lost! If anything he tried to use a made-up thing, AGAIN to show some compassion for Calyspo. Calypso was already a lonely deity. That tragedy was enough for her. She didn't need any more tear-jerking stories for people to feel for her more in my opinion (kinda like whatever PJO did if I am not mistaken...either way yeah...)

"Dangerous"=> You know...at this point I am not even surprised that he made Hermes and Odysseus interract....like that would be my least of my problems. He does make Odysseus interract with all the gods under the sun in the musical even if Odysseus only interracts with is Hermes at Circe's island ONLY and Athena in the Odyssey and that after he has been through everything! Either way of course we would have Hermes there but like again with all the things we have from "video game logic" or whatever he wants to do...Hermes gives him another bag?! like I have no idea what is going on here! The only thing I would praise here is the emotional preparation for a possible reunion with Athena given how Hermes doesn't tell Odysseus who helped him so maybe he has an emotional load there.

"Charybdis"=> Okay for starters.....WHAT THE FUCK?! What is Charybdis doing AFTER Ogygia?! Not even a flashback!? (and I was wondering where the "Hermes told me" thing came from in that preview) Like where is that damn desperation of Odysseus having to face Charybdis right after he lost everyone?! Alone and hungry in the sea after a terrible storm that took away his men?! I also love it really how everyone thought originally that at least Charybdis would be accurate to the text and everyone was making their analysis and "look how fighting he is here compared to after when he wants to throw himself in the sea in Ogygia" and now it is clear that this thing came AFTER Ogygia for some reason. Like I am not even surprised anymore that some of the most iconic moments of the Odyssey were twisted. It almost seems deliberate at this point like "yeah let's change exactly the most iconic parts" that's why Circe was changed, Sirens were changed, Skylla was changed, Charybdis was changed...even the storm after the Helios island... The intro slaps no lie there but honest I have expressed my opinion on that before and got in trouble but I think that moment of desperation shouldn't be a fucking epic song. It was a man hanging for dear life from a tree! Trying his best not to die! (made also one small thing here) And like I get it, if someone sees that escape as "epic" for being so dramatic and impressive, I get it. have epic music in the background but what on earth with the lyrics? Like "destroy you"?! Really? or "bring it on!" like the last thing Odysseus wanted in the Odyssey was Charybdis to...bring it on! Lol! You may as well speak on the "I'm still fightng here" thing, I totally get it why, but to actually challenge the beast seems totally random. But then again I guess it fits more with THIS context given how he thinks he is now favored by the gods? In the Odyssey he was alone abandoned by all and everything with no hope left so I guess...

"Get in the Water"=> Like okay I have seen this in more replays than I can count from the very beginning from the demos till now. Ironically out of this whole thing it could be lowkey my favorite! Lol! Mainly because it fits the Odyssey PARTIALLY (yeah again Poseidon never wanted to kill Odysseus. That was written straight out in the freaking Odyssey! Even 1997 version that was inacurate as hell in many things did that right!). I would have loved it if this song was Poseidon having a monolog and Odysseus having his cries like "oh no!" or prayers as a second monolog. Like not actually interracting but have two parallel monologs! This trope is not used much and I wish I saw it more. Like Odysseus praying to Poseidon but Poseidon doing his thing alone and the two not having a dialog to each other. Apart from that the song was as we expected so far. Maybe the last part had me a bit iked but again I feel like it would be massively fixed if the two characters had parallel monologs and not actually interracting. I also love it how casually we have Odysseus accuse Poseidon in this saga for destroying his men while he CONSCIOUSLY killed the last of those himself.

"600 strikes"=> I'm sorry but....WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?! Like I am sorry never felt like good music was so wasted in my entire life ever since the Siren fiasco! Like the song is amazing musically but what the hell did just happen?!?!?!?!?! For starters the underworld has a bus service apparently and all come up... I feel like Jorge uses this as a pattern at this point. When scenes like the underworld attracted so much fans and emotions from people who praised his choice to bring the ghosts and the voices up he wants to use it every time to focus on emotional load in a similar manner (like I said never followed him for real so I am not sure how much of it was planned before and how much of it was done on the way). But yeah of course we would expect the appearance especially with the hype at Love in Paradise. But excuse the fuck out of me WHAT!? Odysseus beating up Poseidon with his FUCKING TRIDENT with the power of friendship?! LOL! I have no idea what to take of this! We do know humans fought gods before (Diomedes looking at you) but ironically to my knowledge NEVER THE BIG THREE! Like you know...fucking ZEUS POSEIDON AND HADES?!? The three main pillars of the world (Heaven Earth Underworld)?! I don't think I ever loved a lyric so much (Odysseus admitting what he became from his trip) and so cringe at the same time (Fucking POSEIDON begging for mercy?! and calling him "monster" for fighting back?!" I am not sure to which to cringe first). Is this supposed to be the part where Odysseus redeems himself against Poseidon?! To dodge the fact that Tiresias DIDN'T give him instructions to break the curse?! So basically Odysseus redeems himself for what he did...by stabbing a fucking god?! Like...remember how Diomedes was cursed by the narrative for stabbing fucking Aphrodite after fucking ATHENA ordered him to?! Yeah right that works! What the hell?! And the final part was supposed to be some sort of redemption from the pattern "All I hear are screams"?! Like "how will you seel at night?" and the response "next to my wife"?! Is that supposed to be the last of the "all I hear are screams" pattern?! Is this supposed to be the ultimate "monster move" of Odysseus or something?! And of course we had to have an encore from the previous bag of winds scene as well like yeah once more the god Poseidon the fucking literal god of seas and land inhabited by humans, the guy who has the epithet Προσκλύστιος (Prosklystios)= the one who strikes against (to imply the waves) was taken down by a bag of winds?! I mean yeah makes total sense!

You know...it almost feels like Jorge read my fanfiction with his men supporting him against the Trojans! Looooool just kidding I just am too shook by the random things that come out of that magic hat! Like yeah Odysseus swimming, literally SWIMMING for two days in a fucking storm to reach Scheria was not epic enough apparently...we needed some sort of final boss god fight here...like Hades game or something like yeah...what's next?! Odysseus will shoot fucking ZEUS with his bow with the blessings of Athena to get even in thenext saga?!

Also of course we have sped up plot again because screw the Phaeaceans, the very reason Odysseus even TELLS HIS STORY! The one we could have his redemption, his cry and the move of compassion from them (not to mention it makes so much more sense than someone traveling on a freaking RAFT from Calyspo's island all the way to Ithaca since the Phaeaces gave him a ship and all) unless they somehow pop up later which I doubt... I also heard that the storm or whatever is signifying Penelope the coming home of her husband? Not sure again not following but yeah

To conclude as always music-wise really solid work very good harmonies and by n large very good intros

Plot wise

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Again I deeply apologize on the Epic fans out there and even to the creator himself if I sound harsh! I know but still...I just cannot anymore...the plot is like killing me!

and these are my PERSONAL OPINIONS! If you love it good for you guys! I just had enough of it really. Is it impressive? HELL YEAH is it creative ABSOLUTELY!! is it good? To me absolutely not! Honest never expected to say that but I think the "Get in the Water" is the song that makes the most sense out of it.

PS: I am sure the animators did a FANTASTIC JOB in their work too! And I believe I will see impressive stuff from now on! The same good job as the singers did!

#katerinaaqu answers #WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!#I am so sorry I am just beyond my wits at this point with this plot!#maybe I sound unfair I know but I can't anymore...#like disney's Hercules was more faithful to the source than this at this point! At least they wrote a fucking satire!#just pure runt #runt #WHY DIDN'T HE WRITE A SERIES ON TITANOMACHY OR SOMETHING?!#LIKE HAVE A FUCKING BOSS FIGHT BETWEEN ZEUS AND TYPHOON?!

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torchwood-99 · 2 months ago

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Why "The Last of That House" Haunts Me

If heaven exists and I get in, first thing I'm gonna do is find Tolkien and ask him to explain his creative reasoning for this line. Seriously at this point it's going in my obituary, and reading on my gravestone "died obsessing over the "and he is the last of that house" line by Theoden King".

If Tolkien wanted to use Theoden and Hama's interraction to show Rohan was a patriarchy where leadership was genuinely a male role, and that Eowyn was a beloved figure who was respected enough to be followed despite convention, he didn't need to have Theoden say "he is the last of that house."

The point was made when Theoden said that Eomer was coming with him. That would have been enough. That showed Theoden didn't instinctively see women as leaders, and it gave Hama a chance to speak out about Eowyn's qualities.

But Tolkien took things one step further and had Theoden say "he is the last of that house".

Not "the last man/son/soldier/warrior etc...", but "the last".

The patriarchal assumption that to lead was to be male would have been enough to convey Eowyn's frustrations as a brave, talented woman. That alone would have been enough for her arc. To be excluded from leadership because of her sex provides sufficient motivation for Eowyn's thoughts and actions in her narrative.

But Theoden didn't specify Eomer was the last man, and therefore by his presumption the only one fit to rule. No, he said Eomer was "the last".

Theoden's sexism didn't just exclude Eowyn in his mind from leadership, but from her own family. Almost from existence.

Now consider one of the reasons why he didn't see Eowyn as a "proper" member of their house was because, as a woman, the expectation was that she would marry and join another house and that was her true family. She was only a member of their house on a temporary basis. A painful enough prospect for any female member of a family, but then also consider why it was that Eowyn, high born, beautiful, and a grown woman, who wasn't averse to romance (fell in love with both Aragorn and Faramir) wasn't already married, and therefore part of her "real" family.

It's because she has been taking care of Theoden. Taking care of Theoden's health, Theoden's hall, Theoden's people.

As the only female member of the family, the role of family caretaker and dry nurse fell onto her shoulders, denying her a chance to go and live her own life and follow her own aspirations, whether that have been as a Rider or in finding love. But as a female, her role in the family was diminished, and outright forgotten, by Theoden.

And again, for the narrative to hold together, Eowyn's total exclusion in Theoden's mind was not necessary. Theoden's presumption that between the two, only Eomer could be considered as a leader, is a blow enough, it gives us enough to work on analysing Eowyn's actions and headspace.

But Tolkien didn't just stop there. He had Theoden outright state that between Eomer and Eowyn, between his "sister-son" and "dearer than daughter", in his gut, it was Eomer alone he counted as family. He has Theoden say this before his entire court, before Eowyn, after Eowyn has spent years of devoted service by his side, enduring great peril and anguish to do so.

And I honestly cannot tell if Tolkien knew what weight that line would carry, if he did not consider just how crushing that is to read, and he just put it in to give Hama a (pretty epic, feminist king) mic drop, or if he was trying to twist the knife even deeper into Eowyn, and give us an additional insight into what Theoden's treatment and attitude towards Eowyn was like.

#LOTR #Lord of the Rings #Theoden #Eowyn #Eomer #Tolkien

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wannabecatwriter · 1 year ago

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Simblr Grattitude Day

First off, let me say, the idea of expressing grattitude to our community is delightful.

Second, this is what it is: a community. Having been part of Simblr since 2015, I've seen its members come to support one another in wonderful ways so many times and it always warms my heart when that happens.

It's pretty amazing how the love of a video game brought all of us together, isn't it?

It feels a little weird to name people specifically, but @dandylion240 @treason-and-plot @reverieinsimlish @amuhav @blackbriarsraven @cawthorntales @izayoichan @muses-circle @wolfavens @anamoon63 @thatsimslove/@simgnomeful @ninjaofthepurplethings

You were one of the earlier people I interracted with on here. It's great to see that, after all this time, you are still here.

@igglemouse @citylighten @rebouks @zosa95 @helenofsimblr @aleksa-sims @payte @shesthespinstersimmer @queeniecook @stargazer-sims @nocturnalazure @descendantdragfi @happy-lemon @sweetnovember77 @pink-chevalier @natolesims @bool-prop @nekrophoria @cinamun @mysimsloveaffair @storiesbyjes2g @budgie2budgie @xldkx @monets-pixels @potential-fate

I found you folks later, but I'm super happy I did. Your stories and interactions with you make my days better.

I know there are probably many people I'm forgetting, but rest assured, if we ever interact or if you see me creeping on your posts, just know you should be on this list.

#Simblr Grattitude Day

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strogoff-era · 18 days ago

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Day 26 - Criminally underrated

you wake up and nothing is different but everything's changed (the grey shale wants to eat you alive) by Pomodoridori

One of my favorite things about "not everyone dies AU" is to see what characters survive and how it plays out. And this fic has the most interesting cast of these AU !! And I love how they're written !!! (special shout-out to Silna and Hickey <3)

You can feel the despair, the pain and the loneliness in this fic. It's such a good continuation of the show, while giving some characters the spotlight they didn't get. Every time this fic updates, i run to read it because i want to see more of these characters interracting !!

Also another highlights : the chapters' names being either the most beautiful sentences you've read or a silly joke. Love them both <3

#ffrmc2024 #earl's ffrmc extravaganza #charles frederick des voeux #george hodgson #cornelius hickey #silna and crozier are in the bg but i'm not tagging them. theyre blorbs

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anerdliveshere · 2 months ago

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So I know I sound like a broken record when I talk about Neo and Roman, but there is a lot about them. The excerpts selected are not only some of my favorite Gelato moments, they also have some great depth.

First one - Neo and Roman Introduction: Neo was assigned to get intel on Roman, however, this interraction reveals how Roman unintently helped Neo find her identity and be comfortable with it.

Excerpt Two - Returning "Home": After a few months, our duo came across data that could leak information about the society's elite, including Neo's parents. On their way, Neo transformed back into Vanille, the child her parents know. Upon noticing this, Roman says she should be herself, and to show her parents how "astounding" she is with a pat on her head. This gentle embrace makes her feel safe and more at home than any moment where at the house she grew up in.

Excerpt Three - A True Friend: When Neo and Roman arrived at the Vanille's mansion, Neo's parents where running out of the hiuse, confused about the chaos. Her father notices her and calls her by whats basically her deadname at this point, and Roman stands up for her and tells her parents her preferred name. He even mentions how he knows her more than her own parents while they only known each other for a few months.

Excerpt 4 - Care: While in the mansion, Roman and Neo come across the family potrait. Roman can see how much this place bothers her, how she isn't comfortable. He comments on the potrait and Neo shifts it to match her more. Another example on how he is helping her find herself!

Roman Holiday gave us so much about these two, and there is tons of ways you can interpert and anaylize it; this was just my version. The list of why I love them keeps growing.

That is all for now

#rwby #rwby gelato #rwby neopolitan #rwby neo #roman torchwick #rwby roman holiday #roman x neo #rwby psic #rwby pumpkin spice ice cream #they deserved better

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jamil-s-wifey · 1 year ago

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Hi there fellow Jamil stan! I see your requests are open and I would love to ask for some basketball trio OT3 please. It can be as sfw or nsfw as you want. Honestly I'm just starved for content of this trio and I wanna see these idiots attempting to date each other.

UGH, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE REQUESTS. LITERALLY I HADN'T EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SHIP BEFORE, HOW COULD I?! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS, oH MY GOSHH ❤️❤️ What's better than one disfunctional moron with a strong personality? 3 of them. Gosh the comedy, the romance, the interractions. Yes. This isn't very NSFW, but it has its savoury taste here and there. Overall, I'm not sure what to categorise this as, it went to places I didn't expect it to. However, I really hope you like this, because I HAD A BLAST writing it!

P.S. under the cut for some nsfw-ish elements.

So..............

You chose violence, huh?

This was a relationship that came as a surprise to literally everybody, especially Jamil himself.

It all started when they had a regional basketball tournament, which required them to travel outside of NRC grounds. Jamil was much too stressed over it, of course. Not only did he have to spend 2 whole days with two of the biggest menaces at school, but he also had to leave Kalim to his own devices?! How was that even allowed??

Regardless, the trip was organised and they set off. Truthfully, the three of them had already become fairly accustomed to one another, after all - basketball requires a certain level of sportsmanship (which in Floyd's case depended mostly on his ever-changing mood swings.)

On TOP of it all, Crowley had decided to cram all three of them in one room - something about funding again and his OH SO GRAND generosity!

Needless to say, neither of them was very ecstatic at the prospect. .....However, when night rolled around, the mood in the room was just...different. Ace, Floyd and Jamil found themselves sitting cross-legged in a circle on the floor, talking (and pretty casually and calmly too.) Maybe it was the pre-game jitters, or perhaps some deep-rooted understanding which they had reached unknowingly at some point, but the conversations they were having were... exceptionally nice. Deep even, and they kept getting deeper. Each revealed parts of themselves unknown to the outside world. ...but nothing else happened, right? And they're classmates, and friends, and teammates.

ーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー

It wasn't until after the game, when the *climax* of their story *came* around .

And it was all Floyd's doing. The win, the adrenaline, the excitement - a recipe for a good time.

A touch here and there, a growl, a moan and then suddenly they were tangled in each other, sweaty and spent, barely fitting on a bed way too small for 3 people.

"So uh- that was something." Ace's voice...or whatever was left of it, rang through the silence. "Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow..." Floyd's smile widened, showing sharp teeth which once terrified Ace and Jamil... But unsurprisingly, not anymore.

"Awe, little Crabbyyy~" he teased him, leaning in to bite him on the shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to pull a painful yelp out of the boy. "You're just so delicious, I want to eat you riiiight up~"

"I don't want to ruin the idyllic setting, but I think we have to talk this through." Jamil, of course, chose to be the voice of reason in the situation, "This shouldn't happen again." He tried to be as adamant as possible.

Floyd's brows furrowed. "Don't pretend like you didn't like it, you were moani-"

"Shut up."

"Hnnn, you're blushing.~ And you came sooo much~"

"Yeah, dude. Don't act all high and mighty now. I mean- uh. I... wouldn't mind it... happening again." Ace would have crossed his arms....if he had the strength.

"Oh, we're definitely doing this again."

Jamil could only sigh. As much as he wanted to deny it - he wasn't opposed to the idea either. It was the best he'd felt in a long time, amd he could have something of his own, far away from duty and status and-

And so it was settled.

What was supposed to be a friends with benefits type of deal turned....so much more with time. The more time they spent together, the more they learned about each other's quirks - the deeper their bond grew. It was only natural for things to progress into something something more serious. And oh, was it glorious.

Floyd was... eccentric, primitive, nearly unstable, but he was the most passionate, the most emotional, the most affectionate, the most provocative (in every sense of the world.) And he was oh so deliciously physical in his affection. Ace had a boyish charm to him, a carefree take on the world, much unlike Jamil. He brought to the table excitement, unforgettable memories and enough dumb jokes to write a book...or five. Jamil was. unsurprisingly, the one to actually take care of his two feral boyfriends. He was the calm and collected voice of reason, who would make sure nobody ACTUALLY got hurt in any way. And what did he get in return? Unconditional love, the feeling of being on top of the world, a wonderful way to practice his master kink and immense loyalty. Loyalty he would return tenfold.

Now don't get me wrong, this relationship is nothing short of chaotic. It's already bad enough that Ace is part of it, but Floyd too?!

At times Jamil really questioned his decision making skills, but then the very next moment, Ace would come to tell him of whatever shenanigans he'd got involved in, instantly putting a small, barely noticeable smile on his face. And then Floyd - who would always be there for both of them. Who would attack threaten anybody daring to throw a less than savoury look, or GOD FORBID: comment at Jamil. Who'd make sure nobody would lay a finger on Ace, and in return Ace - who was always there to cure Floyd's endless boredom. And both of them were Jamil's means of escape from his tiring daily life.

And maybe it was a bit unorthodox, but neither of them would change it for the world.

Honestly, I'm tempted to write more - like headcanons for different situations in their daily life together and stuff like that, this was WAY too much fun and somehow turned out far more emotional that I originally expected..

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pensbridge · 1 year ago

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I love talk about any couples' love languages. It reveals so much to a character's core, provides background, and tells us about who they are!

We all know Colin's love language is physical touch; I suspect he will greatly receive love by way of words of affirmation (we've already seen "you merely believed yourself in love; one should never apologize" exhibit A and 'purpose' scene exhibit B). Imo, Penelope shows her love with words of affirmation/she will receive love through physical touch and acts of service; I feel Penelope would be the type to take into account actions shown to her over what is said, and of what seems too good to be true.

There's just such a long list of what we could see-

Physical Touch: 1001 ways Polin shows their affection inc Carriage scene ✔️confirmed, Mirror scene ✔️confirmed, also the unholy trilogy.. (parts 1, 2, & 3+) of Every Couples' Journey to Acceptance of their Feelings for One Another: The Unplanned Moment that Catches You Off Guard, The "I need this to happen again to confirm what I think is right" Initiation by 1 Participant Re-moment, & The Establishing "this is where we're at--'so in love, but we haven't said it yet'," Mutual Affair that makes a couple look completely at ease and settled even though they've only been together for like 3 weeks atp, (often times shown in a montage).

Also) the most casual touches/shows of affection-Penelope sitting on Colin's lap, hand-holding, hair brushing or brushing hair behind ear, etc. etc.

Words of Affirmation: Colin telling Penelope he loves her and all the things he loves about her in a big speech; Penelope telling Colin she loves him and going into depth of her long-term affection for him; Penelope complimenting Colin's writing, and encouraging him about his writing; Colin complimenting something of Penelope in their lessons; admiration and affection for one another's snark; Colin complimenting Penelope's makeover dress; Colin complimenting Penelope's writing 😯; Penelope accidentally letting it slip something she likes about him while she's trying to remain mad and it being the cutest thing that can't help but make even the antis go "aww"

Acts of Service: cooking for the other; Colin trying to 'protect' Pen with his heroicism x 20; Penelope making a dessert for Colin

Quality Time: Lessons aka Colin finding excuses to stay near her; reading together; writing together; long walk together; calling upon one another at their houses; standing together x50 at balls; dinner?; Lady Danbury-Polin interractions plzzzz; if Colin somehow takes Penelope on a date; drawing room, if Penelope and Colin spend time with Eloise as the third wheel- time with other siblings where we see how they are a third wheel...

Gifts: Necklace?; Colin brought back something else from his trip for Pen (bonus if he gives it to her once they're engaged due to the circumstances); Penelope's potential letters she never sent (is this a gift? I'm counting it.); flowers

#do i think colin gives the necklace to pen? No. -will I accept if he does? No doubt!#polin ramblings #polin #married polin #bridgerton #penelope x colin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #wants

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doobledabbadoo · 4 months ago

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What’s your opinion my few personal ships

Flippy x Cuddles x Toothy

Giggles x Russel

Lammy x Flaky

Splendid x Lifty

Splendont x Shifty

ooh, lets see here!!

Flippy/Cuddles/Toothy: ooo another polycule ship w/ cuddles & toothy involved!! thats pretty neat! though, to be honest, i dont have really strong thoughts on this specific polycule at the moment. maybe ill let it sit over time & see how i feel abt it later. maybe itll grow on me, we’ll see!

Giggles/Russell: pretty cute couple, me thinks! definitely had some sweet interractions together, & i think it might be another giggles pairing i enjoy a lot.

Lammy/Flaky: YESS YESYESYEAS love this sm!! theres barely any women any show so any sapphic pairing that exists i hold near & dear to my heart (coming from someone who’s sapphic themself!) that being said, i love the idea that lammy goes through efforts to make flaky feel that they belong w/ her & the girlies no matter what gender flaky feels more aligned to. very sweet to me tbh <33

Splendid/Lifty: i think this could be a really funny pair. as a ship, i see it more as a rivalry with some romantic tension than anything sweet & fluffy. i think there could also be a comedic elemant to this, due to splendids incompetance as a super hero. very neat me thinks!!

Splendont/Shifty: i was gonna say i feel the same way abt this ship as the last, but then i realized we dont know much about splendont other than hes a mirror version of splendid. i think it could open to some really fun story telling opportunities! like how splendont could struggle w/ his newfound identity & deciding whether he should join the forces of good as splendids friendly rival, or pursue being another one of shifty’s partners in crime.

thank you so much for your suggestions!! love to see them roll in ^^

#dooble moment #idk ask dooble

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 months ago

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Chapter 3 - Shot Through The Heart

One lovely early morning, Katrina put her coat on and went to meet up with Jim from IT; Funny enough, the two became such good friends that they incorporated this morning coffee and park stroll activity into their routine. Since her best friend and flatmate, Lea, got a boyfriend, she began spending more time with him and their common group of friends. Due to many schedule differences, Katrina could never really find the time to join in their fun - Nor did she feel too welcomed anyway. Regardless, the flat was so... Dark and quiet, in spite of the many fairy lights or the constantly playing music. No matter how homely she made her home, it still felt cold and empty... Lonesome. That was the right word - It was lonesome. She felt lonely.

It didn't matter that Sherlock and John were just below her, or that she met James every morning, and interracted at work with Molly and Greg; At the end of the day, there was no one waiting her home, except for her old baby girl, Fifi. She was old, growing tired, startled, almost blind and deaf. Bless her heart.

The only bit of excitement she's had was in the unfortunate case of the block being bombed, as Lestrade informed - Thankfully, not hard enough that it destroyed her own flat, but bad enough that Sherlock's windows shattered to hell. Poor Mrs. Hudson!

Regardless - A lovely morning like many others, a sweet coffee in her hand, and great company by her side, strolling through a gorgeous park - A lovely day indeed.

"I'm curious, Jim... How has your life shifted since you started working in this place. Since you got caught up with the whole mess with Molly, myself, Sherlock... Poor hacker boy must have no free time of peace and quiet." the bluenette chuckled at him, taking a sip from the hot drink. "It's certainly entertaining, that's true. I'm glad I got to meet you, though. I don't really have friends... I guess I'm too much of an introvert. This feels like a breath of fresh air." he gave a timid smile, making her nod in understanding, an ever-lasting smile on her face. "It's fun hearing such exciting stories told from different people. It's like making a puzzle, putting together evidence and painting the whole picture yourself. It only made me want to meet your friend, Sherlock, even more. He sounds like a brilliant detective, like you read in Agatha Christie's novels!"

"Oh, you like them too, don't you! Why, I thought the exact same thing - Yes, handling cases together feels like a more dangerous Christie novel indeed!" the lady sparkled with glee hearing that. "Although - I can't say meeting Sherlock would be a... Spectacular experience. You see - He can be... Quirky." she tried to speak politely; He was never rude to her like he was with Anderson or others, but with how unpredictable he could be, she was quite afraid of introducing them together. She didn't want Sherlock's insensitive nature to hurt her friend. "And I wouldn't call him very emotionally intelligent... He can be... A little rude; He doesn't have a filter when he speaks, and he's very blunt."

"How scary!" Jim's eyes widened. "I wouldn't want to make a bad first impression - You and Molly both are friends with him, I wouldn't want to..." he cleared his throat. "Anyway, that doesn't matter; Molly said he comes by the office very rarely anyway. With how cooped up I am in the IT department cubicle, I don't think I'll have the pleasure anyway. Maybe for the better."

"Well, don't worry - If the opportunity arises, I'll try to keep the ocean smooth! Hopefully, Molly would be there too - It would help a lot, I think." she smiled brightly, patting his back reassuringly. "How's the game going?"

"I managed to get around with the game beta testing prototype. I have the stick with me... If you want to try it out and give me your feedback. It's supposed to be kind of like... A domino effect. You have to solve a puzzle that will get you to another, and so on. It's like a chain reaction." he explained, making the lady grin at him brightly, quickly snatching the USB stick and putting it in her purse. "As soon as I get home, I'll try it out without a doubt! I'm so excited to see what you've created. Thanks for trusting me enough with your game, Jim. You're the best." she winked at him playfully, as he feigned bashfulness. She hasn't had such a fun friendship for ages.

"Now, now - We wouldn't want to make Sherlock jealous, would we?" he winked back before they both started laughing.

"Sherlock, jealous? Ha! I have heard them all! The only thing Sherlock would ever be jealous about would be someone potentially smarter than him - And his brother. Though, he's very childish about his sibling rivalry petty feud." they giggled like two school kids. "The moment Sherlock Holmes shows jealousy is the moment the world implodes!" she threw her hands in the air with a theatrical exclaim, as if she was a incurring Divine Retribution.

"You are so dramatic!" he laughed back at her. "So I've been called, dear friend!" she displayed mock pride, like a super model winning Miss Universe. Her moment of glory quickly vanished once her phone started beeping, and she received a most confusing picture. "Forgive me, I have to call the very man." he gestured for her to go ahead and do her thing. "Hello? Sherlock? Can you please tell me why, exactly, did you send me a picture of the basement of Mrs. Hudson's spare apartment? It looks rather ominous, you know?" she found herself saying. "Hold on - Are you on a case? Is this from Moriarty?" "I knew it - I KNEW IT! It just HAD to be that place!" Sherlock exclaimed as if he'd just discovered God himself. "You're a life saver as always, bless your soul!" even through the phone, it seemed as though he was gleaming with excitement.

"Sherlock, please, tell me what's this all about - If it is Moriarty, you know it concerns me and my safety - Especially after what happened with that bomb." Katrina whined, pleading him to speak to her already. "Is there going to be another bomb? Is this picture some kind of clue? A treasure hunt kind of game?"

"I suspect someone started a most amusing game, and I am more than eager to play it." the detective seemed more than enthusiast; Katrina didn't know, however, that the IT specialist next to her was sporting a shady look on his face; He was elated to see her intuition at work, before his very eyes. "I'll go there now and call you once I've found something. We'll see from there." "Alright, fine... I'll be at the lab. I'll be waiting..." she muttered, not happy with the vague response. "Oh, and, Sherlock? Please - Please, be safe. I don't want anything happening to you."

She heard a small exhale from the other end of the line; Amused, yet somewhat grateful. "See you soon." it sounded like a promise of reunion - A promise that he'll return safe and sound, just like a husband at war, returning home after many hard years. "James - Forgive me, my mind's in a million places. Do you mind if we return to the office? I think I want to start up on today's work." she stopped in her tracks, looking visibly worried, with her head in the clouds.

"Are you alright? Did anything happen to Sherlock?" she shook her head, reassuring her friend that everything was just fine.

"Yes, don't worry - If Sherlock says he will be fine, he will be." she nodded her head, as if to convince herself. "Are we still up for Karaoke tonight? It's 80s-90s rock ballads night - Our favourite."

"Certainly! I wouldn't miss it for anything!" Jim's smile made her heart feel a little lighter ; Together, they bought another coffee and returned to the office. Molly was there when they returned - Seeing them together, smiling at each other and vibing seemed to make her smile tremble a little. Her mind was too cloudy, and tainted by doubt.

During the time Katrina was doing her work, Sherlock discovered a most peculiar pair of old shoes - And more, he received a call from the pink phone they received in a lovely Bohemian envelope - A pink phone resembling perfectly that of Jennifer from the Study of Pink case. The phone was read by a victim having a bomb strapped to her body, reading the words written by Moriarty for Sherlock - A puzzle he had to solve in twelve hours, if he wanted to save the poor woman.

Thus, Sherlock and John rushed to the hospital where Katrina and Molly were working, and he burst into the lab, startling them both. "I'm bust. Let's keep unnecessary pleasantries to a minimum - Help me out or keep quiet." the detective started investigating every little inch of that old pair of trainers. "John, brief Katrina on the case. The basics. Make it quick."

"Well, uh... Sherlock got this picture that led us to Mrs. Hudson's basement, as you know, and we found this shoes. There's a woman strapped with a bomb and we have to save her by solving the puzzle in less than twelve hours." John briefed her quickly. "And, uh... I guess that's as far as I know."

"Alright. How can I help?" the bluenette asked with sharp keen.

"Help me find the origins of the mud and pollen on the trainers." at once, without another word spoken between the two, both Sherlock and Katrina sat down in front of their microscopes and computers, searching for information on the mud sample.

"I-, uh... I'll go get some coffee!" Molly chuckled awkwardly, rushing out of there; She didn't quite like not getting any kind of attention - She felt completely invisible. Her heart sank, seeing Sherlock confide in her friend, after only meeting her a few days or weeks prior, whilst he'd known her for years now, and all he does is take her for granted... It was so unfair! Still, she couldn't... She couldn't think ill of either of them. She cared dearly for them both... And she was dating Jim! He was a lovely man... Although he was nothing like Sherlock, to whom both her mind and heart were lingering on.

It was quiet for a few good minutes, with only the technology making soft noises that went deaf on their ears - John - Poor John was feeling uncomfortable and on edge. "So, who d’you suppose it was?" John asked, receiving no answer. "The woman on the phone – The crying woman. The hostage."

"Does it have any relevance to the case?" Katrina found herself asking, her mellow voice not bothering Sherlock's thinking in the least.

"For God’s sake, I wasn’t thinking about leads or anything like that!" John seemed almost surprised at the lack of sympathy expressed even by the lady herself. "Don't you care what happens to her? Who she is, why she was picked and all that?"

"We are here to solve the case - Solving the case is equal to saving her, from what I've understood." the blue haired lady replied impassively. "Wait, so, you don't care what happens to her? Who she is, why she was picked and all that?" the doctor almost freaked out at her passiveness.

"If her identity didn't play a part into her being taken hostage, then knowing who she is won't help us save her." the lady replied - In a way, the detective was rather grateful for her bothering to answer of all John's stupid and mundane questions - After all, it was saving him precious time and thinking resources. She had Godly patience - He could never. "Are- Are they trying to trace it, trace the call?" John continued to worry after a few brief seconds of silence.

"I don't they they are bothering with that." the lady replied again. "It's Moriarty we're talking about - He's far too meticulous to leave any unwanted trace behind him. The only way to save our hostage is to solve his puzzle within the time limit." Thankfully, the veteran's flurry of questions was stopped by Sherlock's phone ringing; He was receiving text messages, based on the notification ring.Sherlock ordered his friend, who may or may not have looked around the room, confused as to the whereabouts of the phone. "His jacket." Katrina replied instantly, not even shifting her sight from the microscope. "His... His what...?" John blinked in confusion is disbelief at the ridiculous request. Sighing, knowing it would take far too long for John to budge and actually aimlessly dig into the inside pocket of his flatmate's jacket, Katrina stepped behind the very man, her hand carefully reaching around him, pickpocketing the phone with her nimble fingers, before handing it to John. She had to admit, the short action almost felt like a hug - She quite liked it. Unbeknownst to her, Sherlock's muscles stiffened a little at the close contact - He wasn't used to being touched by other people, he was the one to initiate the touching, and only if necessary. He had his boundaries, like any other person -- He had to admit, though, this one he didn't mind at all.

"Who's it?" Sherlock finally spoke.

"May I...?" was she asking for his permission to access his phone? What a darling!

"Yes, yes -- Just tell me if it's relevant." not bothering to shift his attention from his search, he waited impatiently for an answer.

"Oh! It's a text from your brother! Can I say hi?" Sherlock rolled his eyes - That was so childish. Still, he just waved his hand dismissively - Do what you want, basically. "It's about some missile plans, and a man called Andrew West. How should I reply?"

"Just whatever - I'm not bothering with him and his stupid case. If he wants the case solved, he should get a better diet plan and do some legwork for once." the petty rivalry was being unearthed once again - It made the girl giggle, he was adorable when he behaved like a brat. "He can say he's losing weight all he wants - I know the truth. Those muffins have sugar, not stevia. He's put a pound and a half since the last time I saw him - No, a pound and three quarters actually." she lived for this sibling drama.

"Alright, I'll tell him you're busier with better cases!" he didn't reply. 'Hello, Mycroft! I am sorry to say, Sherlock asked me to inform you he is not interested in the case you presented him with. Currently, he is busy with given by Moriarty - A puzzle he has to solve within the time limit, to save a hostage from exploding. Have a lovely day, and good luck with the case! ~ Katrina.' it was the first time she's signed herself by her real name - Her official name. It was weird, making the jump from her nickname, to her original one, but sooner or later, she'd have to. She loved her name, and she loved being called Kat. She missed it, from the people back home... Alas, she had no one else left.

"You wrote too much. Delete the sent text. I don't want to see a polite message addressed to him, sent from my phone. You are far too civil for your own good. Nice people get killed first." Sherlock sneered under his breath, kicking her chair to the side and grabbing her by the white coat sleeve, pulling her down. "Back to important matters - We are busy saving a woman. The problems of the Government don't concern us."

He was disturbed once again, hardly 2 minutes later; This time, Molly returned. It seemed, even in a lab, he had no freedom to think! Where is this world going to?! "Any luck?" Molly's overly sweet smile seemed to go unnoticed by Sherlock, or at least that's what he wanted her to think. The computer beeped, announcing the end of the search. "Oh, yes!" Sherlock smirked in victory, looking more into the microscope. As Molly approached the trio, another door was opened, and unexpectedly, the very man, the Notorious Hacker James the IT Guy, entered the room. "Oh, sorry, I didn't..." Jim awkwardly gave them a half-smile, raising his hand as a sort of introverted greeting, making his way towards them.

"The Notorious James the IT guy joined the party! A round of applause!" Sherlock turned his head to look at the blue haired woman; His eyes narrowed as he frowned. Why was she so excited that this slob of a man was entering the room - In fact, why did she even know this guy? There was no way a coquettish lady like herself would spend time around a guy who doesn't take care of his appearance at all - Except for the overwhelming amount of product he puts into his hair, and the awfully plucked eyebrows... And what is with that hunched posture? "Jim! Hi!" Molly grinned, urging him to come closer to her, so she could introduce him to the group. Holmes had already made his impression of this guy - He disliked him greatly. Molly? Yes, she was desperate. But Raven? No. No way. She can do far better. "Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes. This is my forensics colleague and friend, Raven... And, uh... Sorry." Molly pointed towards each of them in turn, only to forget John's name. Actually, Kat doubts Molly ever personally met John anyway. "The esteemed John Watson, the doctor of the group. Everyone needs a healer in their group." the gamer girl joked around, trying to ease him up a little. "True, not everyone can be a Necromancer these days." he pointed out, making the bluenette look away and snort in amusement. "Spot on, correct. Wonder what your class would be, Hackerman. A rogue, perhaps?" the girl jabbed at him, which made Sherlock quickly scan her, Molly and Jim from head to toe, before turning back to his research. He didn't like this one bit. Unconsciously, his foot hooked under the wheel of her chair, pulling her a little closer to his side. "So you’re Sherlock Holmes. Molly and Raven talk about you all the time - Only praise, of course." Sherlock wasn't impressed by all this buttering up. "You on one of your cases?" he walks closer to Sherlock, forcing John to step out of his way. "Jim works in I.T. upstairs. That’s how we met. Office romance." the two of them shared a look, giggling like two highschool sweethearts.

"You two are so cute! James talks so sweetly about you every time we meet up!" Katrina started playfully spinning on her chair; Sherlock couldn't help but frown - What was so special about this socially inapt simpleton? "Gay." Sherlock muttered, not taking his eyes from the microscope. What a hoax. "Sorry, what?" Molly's smile faltered just as easily, which only made Sherlock realise that he might have made things a little more awkward than he'd like. "Nothing... Um, hey." the detective smiled fakely at the IT man, before turning back to his work. "Hey." Jim almost seemed like an awkward fangirl as he knocked over one of the metal dishes, then scrambled to pick it up and put it back on the table, apologising profusely, as all people present tried to hide their second-hand embarrassment. "Well, I’d better be off. Raven, karaoke tonight, 8 o'clock?"

"Just as we planned!" she chirped cutely, showing a peace sign. "Call me when you're done with the beta-testing, please." James asked her, only to smile as she nodded in agreement. "Mind if I make a few tweaks, if I find bugs and stuff?" she lean back on her chair, looking at him with a playful expression. "Oh, yeah, of course, go ahead. It'd be nice to see someone better than me and how I can improve." he smiled softly, as she winked at him. "Not everyone can hack into the Swiss Bank and go on holidays." Sherlock's interest was piqued - This innocent little princess who couldn't even hurt a fly... She did what?! "Molly - You comin'?"

"Yeah -- Uh, go ahead, I'll come back in a minute!" Jim smiled awkwardly, nodding at the group. "It was nice to meet you." he told them all - Only John replied, after a long and uncomfortable silence.

"Have a lovely date, you two!" Kat waved him goodbye. As soon as the door closed, Molly's face dropped immediately. "What d’you mean, gay? We’re together." Molly's voice quivered, frowning at Sherlock, not understanding his reasoning. She was already on the edge with how friendly her boyfriend and her only friend were with each other - And now, this? The man who is never wrong, her ultimate crush of all things - He claims her boyfriend is interested in men and their relationship is just a facade?! "And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You’ve put on three pounds since I last saw you." Sherlock pointed out, which made Kat turn her head, giving him a shocked look. "Sherlock! Don't be so rude!" she cried, like a mother scolding her child. "Two and a half." Molly tried to defend herself, which only fed into his need to always be right. "Nuh, three." the detective shot back, which made John sigh at his lack of sympathy or... Social etiquette. "He’s not gay. Why d’you have to spoil...? He’s not....!" Molly tried to defend her boyfriend, but it seemed mostly like she was trying to defend herself. "With that level of personal grooming?" Sherlock snorted in mock amusement. "Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair." John seemed to be in disbelief at his reasoning. "You wash your hair. There’s a difference. No-no – tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear, visible above the waistline – Very visible; very particular brand. That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish here... And I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain." Sherlock reached out to take the card with James's number from under the metal dish, showing it to Molly, who stared at it, crestfallen and in tears, turning around and running from the room. "Sherlock.... That was mean!" he turned to look at the girl next to him - The disappointment in her eyes startled him; Was it not an act of caring, telling someone to be careful? "Just saving her time. Isn’t that kinder?" Sherlock frowned at his two comrades, not understanding what he did wrong. "Kinder? No, no, Sherlock. That wasn’t kind." John rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated.

"You... You have a very... Particularly blunt honesty about you. Yes, your message was helpful, but the delivery... It was the delivery that hurt. That, and the fact that, if your claim comes true - Which, Molly knows, will definitely come true - It means that she's once again single and very much alone." the two shared a few seconds of eye contact, as if they were speaking telepathically. "Nobody likes being alone, Sherlock. Sometimes ignorance is bliss."

"I like being alone." he defended himself.

"No... You don't." he frowned, confused at her implication - What would she know anyway? "You like being alone when you want to be left alone. Otherwise, without any bit of social interaction and mental stimulation... You go crazy. You can't live without it - Without attention, without challenges, without cases - And incidentally - Without people." the look on his face was almost defiant, as if he didn't want to hear the truth coming from someone else; As if he didn't want his mystery and secrets to be discovered. "Rent isn't the only reason you were looking for a flatmate, Sherlock."

"... You would know, wouldn't you?" his tone was low, as if to provoke her back, to rebound that awful implication, a simple fact that he saw as close to a personal attack as it could get. Surprisingly, however, she nodded, a genuine response. She wasn't hiding, she wasn't changing the subject, or lying, or bouncing the conversation his way. No, she was perfectly truthful. That was a scary trait in a human - Sometimes, this honesty scared Sherlock to the core, seeing someone being so helplessly vulnerable with him, without having anything to lose; Vulnerable and genuine, without it being a weakness to exploit - It was her strength, her shield. Her smarts, intuition and wit weren't her only assets - Her personality, also, was special in this world. "Good to know." he cleared his throat, looking away from her and leaning back on his chair - Instead, he focused on John, pushing the trainers his way. "Now, John, go on. You know what I do, off you go." Sherlock gave John one of the trainers on the table, but he refused to touch it. "No. I'm not gonna stand here so you can humiliate me while I try and disseminate..." John tried to say, only for the other one to shake his head. "It's very useful to me. An outside eye, a second opinion." he tried to urge him, but John frowned. "Why don't you have Raven analyse it? Why do you always have to humiliate me?" John put his hands on his hips, glaring at Sherlock. "Will that make you feel any better? Fine!" he glared at his flatmate - The last thing he wanted to do was to look at the bluenette again, when he just turned away from her. Damn it, John. "Fine. Raven, give it a try. Doesn't matter that you know close to nothing about this case." Sherlock rolled his eyes, turning around with one the trainers, putting it in her hands.

"Uhm...? They're... Very worn out sports shoes. There's a smudged name written here, so they belonged to a child with... Remarkably big feet." she frowned a little, placing a shoe next to her foot - This child's shoe was significantly bigger than her own. "Anyway, it looks like a boy's favourite pair of shoes. They seem worn but repaired to some degree." she continued, looking at them from different angles. "Our sample matched Sussex and London... But if the kid liked these shoes so much, why would they be left behind like that? He wouldn't let them get this muddy, right?"

The detective peered his piercing blue eyes deep into her own; There was little to reproach her for. How annoying. "Very well. You missed about... Half of the information." he extended his hand towards her, so he could show off. "Yes, the owner loved these; Scrubbed them clean, whitened where they got discoloured; Changed the laces three... No, four times - Even so, there are traces of his flaky skin where his fingers have come into contact with them so he suffered from eczema." he turned the shoe with the soles up. "The shoes are well-worn more so on the inner side, which means the owner had weak arches. British-made, 20 years old."

"How did you know?" the girl asked, seeing the man access his phone.

"They're original." he showed her the screen. "Limited edition, two blue stripes, 1989."

"I wasn't even in the country 20 years ago. I was celebrating the fall of communism." the girl chuckled lightly.

"Wait, but there's still mud on them. They look new." John's correct observation came to light.

"Someone's kept them that way." the detective stated mysteriously. "Quite a bit of mud caked on the soles... Based on the analysis, the kid wore these trainers, came to London from Sussex 20 years ago, and left them behind."

"If Moriarty gave us these shoes - Does that mean the kid died here, in London? 20 years ago?" Sherlock remained silent for a few seconds, before he's had his eureka.

"Yes, he loved these shoes, he'd never leave them filthy, or throw them away... Which means he had to. A child with big feet gets... Oh..." Sherlock's eyes widened in realisation, saying out a name that was completely foreign to both Katrina and John. "Carl Powers."

"Who is Carl Powers...?" Katrina leaned forward a bit, intrigued by his reaction, just like a child eager for the story-telling to continue. "Did you know this kid? Was he one of your cases?" At once, Sherlock picked both John and Katrina up, hurrying them outside of the hospital, to catch a cabbie back home. "It's where I began. 1989, a young kid – champion swimmer – came up from Brighton for a school sports tournament; drowned in the pool. Tragic accident. You wouldn’t remember it. Why should you? And Raven was in her country." Sherlock explained briefly. "But you remember." John pointed out the obvious. "So what was odd about it? What caught your attention?" "Yes, I was only a kid back then, I read it in the papers - I tried to tell the police something was wrong, but nobody listened." he still seemed frustrated by the case. "The boy, Carl Powers, had some kind of fit in the water, but by the time they got him out it was too late. But there was something wrong; something I couldn’t get out of my head." the detective continued, absorbed in his own thoughts. "What?" John asked, intrigued by the story of Sherlock's first case. "His shoes. They weren’t there. I made a fuss; I tried to get the police interested, but nobody seemed to think it was important. He’d left all the rest of his clothes in his locker, but there was no sign of his shoes... Until now." Sherlock smirked, happy to finally be able to solve his first ever case.

"I have a thought - Though I don't know the details of the original case so I might be wrong." Katrina found herself speculating. "You said the boy was a champion swimmer, yet he drowned. That means something happened while he was in the water, right? He couldn't move. If he had a cramp, he could still get himself up enough to hang onto the corridor divider in the swimming pool, right?" Sherlock nodded his head as an encouragement to continue. "That meant something more happened - A cramp not to his leg or arm, but to his whole body." his eyes were beginning to widen little by little. "I am sure you've got a million theories and possible answers in your head right now, and all of them could fit - So let me narrow it down for you, with my limited knowledge and coincidental guess." she continued softly. "Clostridium botulinum - The neurotoxin. A single nanogram per kilogram can kill a person. If it was on his shoes, it touched his skin, and thanks to the eczema, got inside his capillaries, then bloodstream, reached the brain - By the time he entered the pool, his neuromuscular joints had been afflicted - His body was completely paralysed so he couldn't flail around or shout for help fast enough; That, and the fact that his thorax and diaphragm couldn't spread for the lungs to get enough air to last a little longer..." the cabbie became graveyard quiet. "Sorry, maybe that was too far-fetched."

"No, that - That was brilliant, it- It actually makes a lot of sense!" John's praise made the girl's cheeks flush a little with joy.

"I love you." in a split second, Sherlock forgot all about his previous pettiness and grabbed the girl to kiss her temple. "Can't you drive any faster? We've got a case to solve!" As soon as they arrived home, Sherlock dragged the girl to the microscope to search for the Gram positive anaerobic bacteria. What a naughty bacillus! In the meantime, Mycroft started texting John instead - And the detective sent his sidekick away to gather information from his brother; He was all alone with his lady friend now, to search for answers in peace and quiet.

Sure enough, he did just that - Found his eureka faster than ever, now that he knew what to look for - In his shoelaces! Of course nobody would be looking for Clostridium! Quickly, he posted the answer on his blog, the Science of Deduction - It was the only way to communicate his puzzle solving with the killer, and save the hostage.

Clearly, our bomber was Moriarty, without a shadow of doubt; He was as bored as Sherlock always is. Regardless - The night ended, and once morning came, Sherlock and John rushed to Lestrade to speak about the case and the rescued hostage. They received a new message - This time, unlike previously, the phone pinged 4 times instead of 5. So they had to solve 5 puzzles in total. Only 8 hours to solve the hostage.

Involved she might have been in the whole Moriarty ordeal, Sherlock didn't think twice about involving the girl in this case - His mind was focused, this was an easy job - Moriarty must be slipping if he thought he couldn't single-handedly solve such a laughably easy case! He was on FIRE! Oh, he was giddy, SO giddy and excited! Three more puzzles - They better be fascinating, otherwise this would be a simple walk in the park for him; A joke, if anything!

The third day came by, and thus, the third case also - The hostage was a blind old woman inside her own apartment; Sherlock had twelve hours to solve this case, once again - A funny case. Moriarty loves his new plaything - He loves to watch him dance to his own tune.

Katrina, however, was doing her job - And because of that, Sherlock himself came to consult with her. His next subject of interest - Connie Prince, a middle-aged TV show host, had died two days prior, and she had been in charge of the autopsy. To think that her death would be related to a Moriarty case - Fascinating!

"Please be quick - We don't have much time to stall. Tell me you got something." Sherlock started investigating the dead body with his own eyes, listening to the girl's autopsy report. "She died two days ago - Some guy said she cut her hand on a rusty nail --"

"Yes, so, if Tetanus bacteria enters the bloodstream, goodnight Vienna." Sherlock concluded for himself. "How long would the bacteria have been incubating inside her?"

"8 - 10 days." John found himself answering before anyone else - He was intrigued just like the others.

"I don't know if it helps, but she's got some puncture points on her forehead - I'm assuming Botox or some kind of hyaluronic acid; There's scratch marks on her arm, definitely indicative of cat claw marks." she pointed towards those aspects. "Also... I didn't find any Tetanus symptoms on her, nor did I see anything at the microscope around that area - In fact, that hand wound is clean - I think it was done post-mortem, to confuse you." Katrina stalled for a few seconds. "But if you're sure Tetanus killed her, it needed another entry point, at least a week prior." she stopped for a few seconds, looking at the body. "I think either the Botox shots or the cat's claws. Those were the only obvious entry points." though it seemed Sherlock's mind gears were working intensely, he didn't speak a single word on the case.

"I think I've got it." the man nodded his head - Yes. Botox. He's got more important things to check on. "Thanks for the help. Job well done. Gotta go--"

"Hey!" the girl cried out after him as soon as he tried to rush out. "Are you not going to tell me anything at all? Why are you leaving me out of all these cases?" the man looked down at her - She looked upset and a sparkle of betrayal mixed with disappointment gleamed her gorgeous eyes. "Do you not trust me anymore? Or am I not useful to you? What's going on -- Sherlock, this concerns me well enough, I--"

"Stay low and don't leave the house more often than it's necessary - Not that it would save you from him - But at least a faux sense of security, I suppose." he sounded like a robot, rather than a human; Even the inflexions in his voice disappeared. "He is playing this game with me - Not with you. For now, at least. Fan of ours or not, he's getting bored faster than I am - It's only a matter of time before he's schemed up a new game for you." it was then that she realised, in spite of his cold voice and harsh tonality, Sherlock Holmes was worried about her.

"... Alright, Sherlock. If you need me, I'm just a ring away." John looked at the defeated woman - She still smiled, and her voice was mellow and sweet; He couldn't understand why Sherlock was dismissing her so quickly - She'd been such brilliant help!

"Sherlock --" John asked, trying to keep up with the detective's long strides. "Raven's right - Why are you excluding her from all this?"

"Moriarty's thrown her in front of death twice now - Let's not make it a third. Until we've ended this bomberman game, I'd rather not have to worry about playing hero." harsh, very harsh, but still, the intentions were there.

"Why don't you have your brother's people keep surveillance on her? You said he's the British Government - Surely, he could keep her safe... Right?" based on the troubled look on the detective's face, the medic realised he had already thought of that. "...Right?!" the answer was uncertain - And Sherlock would rather not risk it. Rivalry aside - Even Mycroft wasn't safe from Moriarty and his influence.

That evening, Katrine met up with James again, at the internet cafe nearby; She brought over the USB stick so they could test out the game; She told him all about the bugs and what she tweaked around - He seemed thrilled of it all; And then, he showed Sherlock's blog, and the three peculiar posts. "I've heard all about the bombings - But I can't figure out; Sherlock's posts are... I can't understand them - And John hadn't updated his own either. I was hoping... Maybe... You'd fill me up on this?"

"Oh, yes, sure!" the girl smiled chipper - At least that way to be involved. "I don't know the whole thing very well - Sherlock hardly let's me into the cases. I think he's afraid I'll become a collateral victim of out bomber." she sighed, yet her smile didn't disappear.

"That dangerous?" he gasped. "Well - It's a bombing, I guess that's nothing to joke about. It's quite scary -- And then those twelve people dead in the gas leak... I heard people talking - They said it was the bomber." he continued lightly. "Do you think... Sherlock failed the last game?"

Katrina frowned, looking at the blog - The latest post explained the killing toxin was, once again, Clostridium botulinum. "No. He got it right. And he got it just in time." she muttered to herself. "The hostage... I heard it was an old, blind woman. She must have broke Moriarty's rules. Since they only communicate by phoning on that phone... Maybe she said something." she stroked her chin, her eyes fixated on the monitor. "Why would Moriarty have the same killing method twice... Was it to confuse the investigation...? How silly." she hummed to herself.

"Sorry?" realised how confused she was making him, she shook her head and smiled at him.

"Forgive me, I got caught up in my thoughts!" she became chipper again. "The first case about Sherlock's first case, 20 years ago. There was a swimming champion kid who drowned, and our only clue was the pair of shoes left behind. We found Clostridium botulinum on the shoelaces. It's a powerful neurotoxin, it got into his bloodstream through his eczema, and by the time he was in the pool, his muscles paralysed." Jim was looking at her in complete awe. "Second one... I know nothing about it. Sherlock didn't involve me at all in that one. As for the third one... That TV show host got regular botox injections, I suppose done at home by this guy, whoever he was - And he must have upped the dose, and she died or something."

"He must really be afraid for your safety, if he's keeping you in the dark so much." he turned his head to look at her. "Reckon he's investigating another one now?"

Katrina sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I think so, yes. The phone peeped 5 times during the first case, 4 times next, and then 3 times. I'd wager there's two more puzzles left - One he's working on right now, and the other... Well, what do I know. I suppose I'll never know."

"Well - Maybe it's for the best." the girl's seraphic visage featured a most confused expression. "For you, I mean - As long as you're alive, you can continue hunting cases, right? You said it yourself - You've had enough near-death experiences. Maybe let the hero act for those who don't fear death?"

"... Not like I have much to live for anyway." the girl found herself muttering quite miserably, before flipping the subject back to the game.

Two days passed, and Katrina was preparing for a pool party. James invited her, saying some work colleagues invited him and Molly over. Might as well indulge a little - She loved swimming, yet she hadn't done it in quite a while. The location was a little off - Not quite the resort she expected - But perhaps they got free access to this inside pool, so why not profit off of it?

Hair done nicely, make up on fleek, and a lovely pink summer dress on, Katrina slowly entered the building, searching for the pool - However, the discovery froze the blood in her veins once she opened the doors, and Jim the IT guy was waiting for her most gallantly - Like a super villain, wearing an expensive suit - And threatening the hero and his sidekick. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were there.

"H-Hello..." her voice was meek, despite how much she tried to keep herself in check; Her smile was trembling a little as she patted her dress and carefully stepped towards them. "You look good in a suit - But, uh... Not an appropriate outfit for a pool party, is it?"

"Might have missed the memo - Sorry!" the man giggled dryly. "Just kidding. We were waiting for you - And what better flower to pluck from the garden, then the gardener's favourite blue beauty? Little Disney Princess with the blue hair - Couldn't possibly find a better weakness for our hero, could we? To think he'd fall for you so quickly - Ha! Hilarious!" the villain pranced forwards, grabbing the girl's arm roughly, pulling her towards the center - In front of the two men; He embraced her tightly from behind.

"What the hell are you doing here -- Didn't I tell you to stay the hell at home?!" unexpectedly, Sherlock yelled at her - No one, not even himself, would have expected such a harsh reaction out of him, addressing her. "Who the hell goes to a school pool at midnight, for goodness' sake - Are you out of your mind?!" his loud, echoing voice made the girl's body jump in fear - Right, she was very sensitive to noises. Slipped his mind. "Raven - That... That is Moriarty." he tried again, minding his voice this time.

"W-Well, I, uh-- I... I fixed your game, James. And... I finished it. I... I thought you'd be happy to hear that." Sherlock could see the soft tremble of her body as she dug her hand in her purse, pulling out a USB stick. "72 GB stick - You can keep it. Pretty expensive."

"Right...! How lovely of you! Truly, a work of wonder!" he laughed, snatching away the stick from her hand and putting it in his pants pocket. "Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock." Moriarty grinned, pressing his cheek against her own; One hand was gripping her jaw, while the other was tightly around her wrist - He looked like a puppeteer holding a pretty marionette doll. "You don't get it, do you? Dear Miss Raven - Who, in fact, is Dear Miss Kitty-Kat, in case you weren't aware - You might be smart, Sherlock, but you'll never match her intuition!" Moriarty could see the way his jaw muscles twitched, the more the grip on the girl tightened, making her whimper in pain. "She knew who I was the moment she met me!" his laugh in her ear made her twitch again.

"Did you have your fun, James?" her soft voice stood out. "Did you enjoy tormenting me? Humiliating me? Playing me - Knowingly?" she continued onwards. "I let you exploit my loneliness, my weakness." Sherlock's speculation was unfortunately true - Her only weakness was, after all, her loneliness. "I won't apologise for it - I had fun with you. I enjoyed myself. I didn't care whether you were faking it or not - You never seemed to me like the 'Jim from IT' that you showed to Molly... You always seemed like 'James' to me. Witty, clever, interesting, passionate, and a bit of a geek. Very charming." she went on, unapologetic, yet somewhat resigned to her fate. "So tell me - I believe I'm entitled to know by now - What is it that you want with me?"

Moriarty wolf-whistled, continuing with a dramatical cackle. "I had so much fun hearing you tell me all about those cases - Truly, it was fascinating - And so madly in love!" he hummed, swaying a little back and forth, as if to dance. "I just wanted to play match-maker, you see? Just like Barbie and Ken - And it worked! Am I not just the Cupid himself?" he grinned wickedly, looking straight into Sherlock's blue eyes. "No matter how much I liked to play with you, Barbie - You would always gravitate towards Ken - And the reverse was true also! Oh, the face Sherlock made when he heard you and I are close friends - That we see each other every morning!" the hand from her jaw went into her hair, twirling around a strand of her beautiful blue hair... Mimicking what she'd do unconsciously when she was speaking of the very detective. "Do you know she always does this cutesy thing when she's talking about you? A woman in love is soooo radiant, isn't she?" she pulled on that very strand of hair. "If I'd known the two of you would fall over each other like that, I'd have just courted you instead of poor, desperate Molly Hooper. Not that it would have worked, I know that much - But it would have been absolutely hilarious!"

Sherlock couldn't stand seeing Moriarty torment Katrina like that - He just couldn't. It took so much power to keep his self-restraint up and not slip. First, John had a bomb vest, and now this. Through her whimpering and trembling, the fear and anxiety, she still continued speaking in the same serene voice, albeit a little shaky. "You still didn't answer me. What is your motive?" "Why does everything need to have a reason?" he taunted her, moving around her joints, only for her to snatch her arm back from his grasp and stumble backwards a few feet - The way she was holding herself defensive, and that look on her face resembling a terrified, wounded cat - This wasn't her first time being roughed up like that. "EVERYTHING has a reason! Why are Days and Nights alternative, and there's never two days or two nights consecutively? The rotation of the Earth! Why do streams flow the way they do? Because gravity makes them go downhill. Why do people always wake up, and then feel the need to go back to sleep, in the same 24 hour interval? Because of the circadian rhythm! Why does the heart pump? Because of the sino-atrial node! There is ALWAYS a reason for everything!" the girl refuted without backing down, which seemed to make him grin.

"Everything has a reason, yes, just like your reactions - You don't like being touched, do you? Men scare you. Loud, burly, gruff and terrifying. One hand can engulf your neck and snap it like a dove. You're so small and frail, a delicate little flower, there is no way you could fight off a man, am I right~?" he knew her fears, her past - And he knew just how to mock her.

"Since you simply confirmed what I said - Will you tell me now why you are messing with me?" with some self-control, she forced herself to straighten her spine, and try to hide how terrified she was - At least on a surface level. "Because I was BORED!" the last word was roared, and it resounded painfully through the pool; Katrina slapped her hands over her ears and half-crouched in pain. Moriarty continued in his normal, soothing voice. "Life is boring without competition or some puppets to fool around with! You know better, what is Batman without the Joker, and vice-versa? And how is being bored a relevant, rational reason?" he asked, throwing his hands into the air.

"Humans are emotional beings, thus, irrational at best, unpredictable at worst. You can come up with statistics and probabilities to figure out, yet, but you can never know for sure -- Even you are not always solely driven by ration, are you? -- Not to mention, I don't know any comics in which the Joker kills Batman; In fact, it is Batman's sidekick who ends up killing Joker. So how will killing any of us benefit you - You'll just get bored all over again, and we both know there is no one out there would could play into your nefarious fascinations like Sherlock could... Isn't that right... The Notorious James the Hackerman." the exchange between those two was putting Sherlock on edge - They were far too friendly with each other, in the worst ways - They knew too much about each other, understood too well. This was only bound to end up horribly wrong.

"And what would you have me do, exactly?" he raised his eyebrow, provoking. "Let them go, that's what I would have you do! Sherlock AND John! Both of them. Let them live." came her bold answer, hissed through gritted teeth. "Raven, don't-" Sherlock tried to speak, only to get shushed by both herself and James. For once, he would be a liability, not aid. "But that would be BORING! I can't have that, can I? Instead, I can mess around with you, and in turn, that messes with Sherlock! I've already used John as bait, put bombs on him, and boy, that was FUN! But you? Oh ho ho ho, you could be top-star entertaining for me!" he grinned, stepping forward and pulling her back towards him, his grip on her arms painfully tight, just like an abusive ex-boyfriend trying to control you.

"Let go of me, James! You know I hate being touched - It's not gentlemanly!" she tried to wiggle away from his grasp.

"Oh, how quaint, hiding your fears and trauma behind the facade of the stereotype of a gallant and chivalrous British gentleman!" his grinned was poisonous, and his warm doe eyes were dark like an abysmal void, an infinite purgatory. "Sherlock Holmes, the charming hero saving the Damsel in Distress - You love those kind of romantic stories, don't you? It's been your fairytale dream since you were a little girl - To live a mundane life, fall in love, and whatever it is that little girls do. I made the scenario perfectly, didn't I - Little Magnolia Flower." maybe it was the nerves, or her fear, or maybe even the simple fact that she was touched and the grip was hurting her; The stress, the situation, the betrayal... Everything made her snap.

"I SAID - DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

Time stopped for the four players - The loud echo of a strike was followed by the red handprint displayed on Jim Moriarty's left cheek, along with the murderous look on his face - But that was not all, for a fire was discharged, and suddenly, Katrina's gorgeous pink dress was actively being dyed a deep, crimson red. She couldn't hear her two friends calling out her name, the shock was overwhelming. The strength of the bullet made her stumble backwards, and her wide, wet eyes weren't kind or joyful anymore - They were terrified and in agony, staring into his black eyes. Empty she thought - At first, at least... In spite of her petrified state of mind, and excruciating pain, she could spot one thing in that nothingness - Shock. He didn't plan for this. He didn't want this. He didn't want her dead.

"J-James... Wh-... Why...?" she coughed up violently, blood smearing down her chin, splurting everywhere; Her lady-like facade was destroyed " I will skin alive the idiot who sniped without my approval!" Moriarty voice mimicked a feral growl as he lunged forward, catching her in his arms, keeping her up like a rag doll; "What did you do to her, you, monster?!" John shouted at the psychopath, who only chuckled, looking down and feeling the woman's strength, as he was gripping into his clothes to stand up, get more and more lax. "Me? Nothing! You saw very well, I didn't do anything to her!. But oh, the look of horror on your faces... It was SO worth it! If only I had known that's all that it took to shake the great Sherlock Holmes, I'd-" he kept on rambling, but the girl's weak voice interrupted him. "Let them go." albeit it was whispery and lacking strength, it had a certain sternness to it - She repeated it, staring into his eyes, fixed, almost like a broken record, which seemed to annoy him a great deal, as he turned twirled her around, so gracefully, as if they were dancing, until the tips of her heeled shoes reached the edge of the pool; She was halfway falling into the pool, were it not for him holding her up, hovering over the clear water. "What do you REALLY want? You love Sherlock, you'd rather have him live, don't you? You couldn't care less if John lives or dies, he isn't that important to you. You saw very well how the person most important to you started ghosting you. Lea, was it? You don't believe in the kindness of people anymore, so don't be hypocritical!" he smirked as he started fiddling with his phone. "Your sweet act is failing, Kitty-Kat. Your kindness is fake." "...I win." she chuckled mirthfully, despite the burning pain that was electrifying through her whole body. "...You... What?" Moriarty frowned, confusion painted on his face.

"I win. I made you worry. You care about me. You just called an ambulance, to make sure I live. You could have harmed, tortured, killed or you could have even used Molly as bait, but you didn't. Likewise, you could have done the same to me, but guess what? You didn't! In that psychopathic mind of yours, you actually enjoyed my presence. It may or may not have been kinda fun, in your own... Twisted... Nefarious logic." she laughed serenely, almost like a lunatic. "Admit it, James, you don't want me dead. You could have, but you didn't, so therefore, you wo-... AHHH!" she must have really angered Moriarty by calling him out, for he started pressing on her stomach, where her wound was; Her legs were giving up, as tears of agony were streaming down her face. Still, she forced a grin on her face. "No. You didn't win. You will never win, not the way you are now. Good girls NEVER win. You think you really read me? You think you know me? How ridiculously arrogant of you! You don't know nearly as much as you think you do." he hissed through his teeth, his grip on her making his knuckles go white. "I'll have to admit, it was pretty fun while it lasted. Any last words?" he asked, smiling mockingly. "Let. THEM. Live." she grasped his tie, and with her last powers, she dragged herself up close to his eyes level, which seemed to piss him off. "Playing off the martyr for these two won't impress me, Kitty-Kat. You were just a declawed cat who would have benefitted from some rabies. Alas, you became a scarf for the wicked." he smirked down at her, any hint of emotion vanishing from his eyes. "I truly hope you know how to swim, otherwise... Yellow submarine, Yellow submarine." he finished in a singing voice, and knowing this was it, she merely snorted in amusement, smirking weakly. "Sherlock does." and with that, a look of rage flashed his face as he pushed her into the pool.

Her eyes were stinging from the chlorine, her vision blurry and the lights were quickly dimming; She was engulfed in velvety ribbons of scarlet, swirling around her body; She was falling down, to the bottom of the pool, with only her mermaid blue hair embracing her. No oxygen could reach her brain, and her nerves were screeching in agony - Not even the cold of the water could properly numb away her torture.

Her last thoughts were on Sherlock playing the hero and saving her, John giving her first aid, and the ambulance arriving just in time to stabilise her condition before getting her to the hospital for surgery - But she couldn't hope. She wasn't afraid, nor was she panicking; She was growing numb, as if she was falling asleep. Darkness was taking over her vision and confusion was afflicting her consciousness. This was the beautiful death she wished for, just like Ophelia drowning in the Thames, her face gorgeous, her outfit beautiful, a smile on her face, and her tragic fate.

Perhaps Sherlock was right - The more beautiful a lady, the more tragic her life.

Before she passed out, she saw a blurry figure, and felt two strong arms embracing her; Her body didn't scream, as it did with Moriarty - She knew who this was - The one man who didn't frighten her. The one man whose embrace felt like the safest haven. The one man who valued her entirely for who she was.

Sherlock Holmes saved his Damsel in Distress from the clutches of death three times, and each time, he delivered her to safety by holding her in his arms.

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trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc · 6 months ago

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👻 (mostly for dlicti and bucket if you can...)

What scares them ! Dlicti and Bucket are similar in that they both default to freeze as a fear response. Fight, Flight, Freeze, Faun, so they might not immediately read as scared when something happens.

Dlicti is affraid of clowns. Highbloods in general will probably make her freeze up any time she sees them for a long time coming, even unfamiliar ceruleans, maybe even some particularly haughty teals. Dlicti is like Plexus too in that she hypoventilates rather than hyper. The way she survived slavery was to just. Stop. They'll leave eventually.

Yeah I think all her fears revolve around the circus, carnival, clown faith in general. She is affraid to go out in public, not because she is scared of people, but because she is scared of highbloods. She was just minding her business when she was cornered, kidnapped, and enslaved. She'll probably be on alert outside her home for the rest of her life. She also avoids public for another reason. Its just easier. She doesn't remember much from her life before, and she has exclusively had social interractions in the form of hushed conversations with the few other slaves shed met, scrawled memos by the ur-clown she tended to, and the wordless interractions with her savior, and that wierd little seadweller.

Said seadweller is so wierd that she barely considers him a highblood. Really he basically isnt in everything but his blood itself. all of the traits that the highbloods she is afraid of have aside from the blood are absent in him. hes just a little guy. auuugh detheo is just a little guy. Her therapy cat. Hes her exposure therapy.

I think Dlicti likes the rain but is afraid of heavy storms. The whole carnival she lives in is pretty storm susceptible... She lives in a performer's trailer after all. I think she got help from the NNantis to move her trailer to more solid ground- a concrete or stone brick platform under a shelter near the cave that the Ur-Clown was buried under.

She also has an intense aversion to insects. Specifically the kinds associated with unclenliness like roaches, flies, and to an extent ants. She cant have those kinds of bugs touching her most of the time. In general though the bigger and slower the bug the more ok it is. Scarab beetles and Rhino beetles are her besties. She loves butterflies though prefers large moths and the duller colored ones, she loves bees, though prefers hornets and bumblebees, and hates honeybees.

She also has an intense aversion to rotten food and has definitely thrown out some perfectly fine food just under suspicion that it was too ripe.

She is bad at verbal socialization. She prefers text and whatever her local cat men have going on.

I think she is also super averse to touch for a long long time. Detheo likes being petted and likes using her as a basking spot when shes not moving/hj though and because of his small size compared to her its actually kind of calming. You need to be very ok in her book to be deemed safe though.

I think she's also. Scared of ghosts.

Bucket fears... The empire. Staying how she is right now forever. The grind. She's afraid of herself staying alive, shes afraid of her friends dying, shes more afraid of her friends leaving her behind. Dissapearing on day to participate in a bright future she could never be a part of. Something that has happened before. Something that will happen again.

Dehorner, she fears death... she fears helms and losing people to the empire. Her crew. She sees Helms as an extension of the empire. One of their instruments of consumption. Its ironic that she is an executioner... She does a lot to keep her crew safe. That includes the faked cullees (alt) who hide in her vessel. If she is ever caught out, she will be going down with the ship, and she will be the only one on it. Shes scared one day that she'll drop down to Alternia, or any of the other brood worlds, and find nothing but a smoking crater where once were her underground associates. Something that has happened before. Something that will happen again.

#bucket gemnat #dlicti secutu #glubbing #ask game

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sananaryon · 2 years ago

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This episode made me love Sophie Pulone even more

Back in season 1 it really felt like Sophie’s relationship to Suletta was going to be a bog standard Worthy Opponent You’re The Only One Who Can Challenge Me sorta deal. And that trope’s not bad, but I really loved the way they went with it instead.

Because Sophie genuinely thinks Suletta is the coolest thing since sliced bread

That is such a refreshing and fun dynamic, a villain who genuinely likes the hero and wants to hang out with them, and seeing the two of them interract throughout the episode is a delight. In the montage of Suletta showing Sophie around Asticassia, I get the impression that Sophie is having the time of her life, less like a terrorist infiltrating an organization she’s planning on bringing down and more as a girl who’s hanging out with her idol and has never been happier. She’s a bit unruly for Suletta, but she’s clearly having fun

Which also leads me into another thing, which is that the episode showed a surprising amount of vulnerability to Sophie. As far as I know, we don’t know her age, but going by character design, she seems to be around Suletta’s age or younger. She’s also an orphan who’s been part of a terrorist organization for at least long enough to become a skilled Gundam pilot, which makes this scene very telling.

Sophie has a bunch of very old, possibly homemade, stuffed toys that she refers to as her family, specifically pointing out the ones filling the role of her parents and sisters. With what little we know about her, it seems like Sophie treating these stuffed animals as her family is a coping mechanism for the trauma from her upbringing. And that completely reframed how I saw her.

At the end of the first cour, Sophie came across as a bit of a yandere type with an obsession with Suletta’s skill as a gundam pilot, someone who would be wholly antagonistic and who’s interest in Suletta would be played as creepy.

but after seeing this? Sophie isn’t a yandere, she’s a kid. The Dawn of Fold treat her as an adult, but she clearly isn’t. She latches onto Suletta because Suletta is someone like her, someone she relates to as a witch, and someone who can fill the role of big sister in her life. Getting to spend time with an older sister figure at a festival is the kind of experience that she should have had and probably wants, but never could because she lost her parents, but now she’s getting that chance, even if it’s on false premises.

And as for this scene?

Well, Suletta has made it clear that she doesn’t share Sophie and Norea’s worldview, but Sophie still wants her big sister in her life. Accepting the duel is both her way of trying to get Suletta to accept her view on things, and her following through on asking Suletta to teach her earlier. After all, Suletta is showing them how things work around Asticassia, and Sophie follows her like a lost duckling.

This girl may not act like it, but she’s a bundle of trauma and poor coping mechanisms, and I love her so much for it.

#gundam spoiler #gundam spoilers #witch from mercury #witch from mercury spoilers #g witch #g witch spoilers #mobile suit gundam wing the witch from mercury #Sophie Pulone #analysis

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katerinaaqu · 3 months ago

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Hello!!

Since I've seen that you've listened to both Epic and Paris the musical, I was curious to know what are your toughts on them! Did you like how the myths and characters where handled? What do you like best and worst? (If you'd like to share, what's your favourite song/moment in each?)

Thanks :]

My my you really wanna get me have an even bigger target on my back than the one I put already! Hahaha! Ok so be it! Hahaha If this gets waaaaaay too long or too runty forgive me! ^_^

You have noticed from many of my comments and my notifications, memes or jokes. I am not a fan of EPIC. Not at all. I believe I am one of the most disliked people on Tumblr on mythology matters because I so openly speak my dislike against EPIC and being annoying about it! Hahaha! XD The thing I absolutely love about it is of course the guy's passion with the project, the way the music works and all (undoubtedly the guy is a very talented composer and can combine the scene with music and emotions and the tricks he uses with music are great) but the way the plot of Odyssey was twisted beyond recognition and to the point that to me you can literally change the names of the characters to anything else and still have the story he presents with the Musical. Maybe that was his goal but in my head that is not what a retelling or an adaptation is about. A retelling to me is not something that seeks to change literally as much as possible from the plot to fit the modern standards or the fanbase. A retelling is something as the word says that "retells the story" aka adapts the story as loyally as possible and adapts it to the audinece by taking creative liberties that are still generic to the story as it was originally told so that it will fit more to the modern standards or ear.

I believe we have so much twisted the word "retelling" that nowadays "retelling" seems to be equivalent to "let's change the hell out of the story because the original plot is not even THAT important to be salvaged and no modern person would watch it anyways" which in my opinion is not the case at all. Unless of course one writes satire. Then it doesn't matter, as I mentioned to another ask of mine.

I lost interest and was massively disappointed from the end of second saga and the song "Storm". The first two sagas were a masterpiece. The creative liberties were amazing to make sense with the plot and give the characters motivation (for example "I'm just a man" was FANTASTIC! The way the myth from Iliou Persis that gave us only one phrase "Odysseus kills Astyanax by throwing him off the wall" is now transformed into a marvelous emotional dilemma and a painful decision). In this case the creative liberty work WITH the plot and not against it. I didn't mind it as much that they made Polites a fluffy guy for no reason to fit that stereotypical "innocence of the team" plot because Polites is a clean slate character in Odyssey. However after Storm I started seeing your typical "Hollywood film 'adaptation' logic with changing stuff at the plot". I was intrigued at how they decided to give Polyphemus an excuse to kill like the guys enter a cave that is obviously habitable and kill an animal that is obviously domesticated and they do not know someone lives there? In the original it was clear someone lived there which made Odysseus curious to interract with them. I was willing to ignore that because ok creative liberties but then Athena was there!? And she gave Odysseus every opportunity to kill him while Odysseus was just "TOO NICE?!" like since when? Odysseus was all about killing him but he had no guarantee he would plus he needed him to open the cave. And the way he revealed his name in the musical was so rush and almost "out of spite" for Athena not a result of a secclusion in a cave for days and days and then his pride speaking up when Polyphemus called him a coward (which I tried to capture to my fic, not sure if I succeeded but still). So anyways at that point I was sure we wouldn't see the last of it with the changes. Poseidon destroys the ships instead of the Laestrygonians (no surprise there, rarely ever see anyone even mention the Laestrygonians yet alone show their contribution to the Odyssey) but then Circe happened and I just knew that we would have to derail from the original more and more

Circe's role was incredibly diminished for the sakes of making her actions more mellow and pass the message of loyalty and kindness. Circe in the original gives Odysseus valid information for his trip provisions and much more. In Epic not only we do not see the importance of Odysseus selling himself to Circe and we have Circe for some reason seducing him to kill him (removing her humanity from when she got scared that her magic won't work on him, potentially thinking he is some kind of god, begging for her safety to then suggesting her bed as Hermes predicts) I mean she had lions and wolves to her disposal she doesn't need to seduce him to kill him. Then of course Jorge realized that a big chunk of plot is missing and so he made Odysseus find out about Skylla by the sirens?! Like...okay... Even Tiresias gives him almost nothing (in the original he also tells him how to break the curse) Which seems interesting how Odysseus breaks down with "Monster" in Tiresias when he has received an act of kindess before. Wouldn't it be more amazing if he had that breakdown AFTER he paid the price with Circe with his own body? That even kindess has a terrible price? Of course the most iconic scene of the Odyssey after the murder of the suitors and Cyclops, the Sirens were twisted to whatever we had there; Odysseus listening to their song was of massive importance to his natural curiocity and we didn't get that (not to mention how would the sirens spell work on him and have Penelope there if he didn't hear their song in the first place?) and of course the fact that he kills them?! Like...how that even works I have no idea and like in the original people were running for their lives. Didn't even look back. Apparently they had all the time in the world to capture them, they knew apparently exactly how many they were and then they kill them?! Like I won't even say that they used the medieval mermaid instead of the sirens and then they "leave them drown" (how you drown fish people is beyond me! Maybe they are sharks that need to keep moving lol) and of course again that scene seemed to me that it was there only to show that "Odysseus is a monster" which makes no sense Odyssey-wise for many reasons. and then of course again Skylla; Odysseus doesn't gear up to protect his men, he is the one who chooses the sacrifice out of spite etc etc

Many others got sped up like the Helios cattle but ok I guess that is expected up to one point even if it could be handled differently but of course then we have also Zeus being a jerk and again making Odysseus choose? The storm that took the lives of his men was a natural consequence, not some twisted thing to prove how "monstrous" Odysseus is. In fact Odysseus tried till the last moment to sail away and save the lives he could (see my other analysis here) and of course again as many people said on God Games and all how Zeus was twisted yet another time although in Odyssey he had zero reasons to object apart from the natural hubris nemesis sequence. He never called Odysseus "shameful" either. In fact he says he agrees with Athena that calls him the most pious.

I think the massive change that I believe is abused by modern retellings is the whole "monster to man" trope. Odysseus losing his moral compass and "becoming the monster" and the plot around revolving to it. That was never the pont of Odyssey in my opinion. Odysseus never really lost his moral compass it is just his morality was not all pure and lovey in the first place. Was he changed by his experiences to be more ruthless in general? Absolutely but he was never changed to a monster according to Homeric version (because post-homeric versions already treat him as a villain from the get-go)

As for the things I liked about it, I had made a post you can see here:

I do love the harmonies and the music in it and I love the passion and the talents of the people in it. It is just that the whole plot for me is just not it. Also maybe I am also mostly annoyed with how the "fandom logic" has taken over it. Like internet getting swarmed by it. Epic quotes or facts getting literally mixed up or associated with the original or the fact we can no longer speak on the original unless someone brings up Epic the Musical... This annoys me to no ends. Of course I recognize the passion of the fans of the musical. Is just a personal thing to me. I felt the same when people were using Percy Jackson or Miller's books to talk on mythology before. Is the same here.

Of course I need to say this all the above is my PERSONAL OPINION. I have literally NOTHING against people who love the musical and the original equally. I am just NOT one of them. Also i have nothing against the artist either. I just do not agree with his outtake. Still appreciate his hard work. However when I saw the firsttwo sagas I knew this guy KNEW his mythology which is why I feel so disappointed that his later sagas felt like "Hmm...let me use that knowledge I definitely have on Odyssey just to change the hell out of it!" And that had me very sad and lowkey annoyed because I think this guy had some real stuff to create an actual Odyssey adaptation and yet again we had your average hollywood film plot where you barely see any of the plot he ellegedly adapts

Now on Paris the Musical I had answered another ask you can see here

I will not take more space on this already huge and runty post that probably made me more annoying and irritating around Tumblr! XD Generally again has little to nothing to do with Iliad but I loved the music (it was arguably one of the most original choices for music for a musical) and the songs I mention to the ask. Apart from that I am ot ecstatic by it either (arguably stage musicals do not seem to work for me when it comes to the ancient classics to a large degree because of how much the plots need to be overly simplified to fit the time frame) but I am more happy that it din't get blasted out of proportions like Epic was so the plot of it doesn't even need to be pointed out that it is not accurate and all. It is self-evident. The fact that the creator of Epic needed to "warn the fans" on how inaccurate his work is, speaks volumes to me.

I will close this runt now because is already too long. I think both Epic and Paris musicals have little to nothing to do with the things they adapt but Ironically Paris the Musical changed less stuff than Epic in comparison to magnitude. Both are passionate projects with great potential and very good music but plot wise I am not anymore surprised that they do not follow the actual plots or character developments. I am surprised that Epic was more accurate to the character development of Eurylochus than the main protagonist Odysseus! Made me focus more on Eurylochus than Odysseus! Hahaha!

I am glad that the musicals make more people willing to read the originals though. For that I am grateful.

And if I have to pick one song from each musical I would say "Just a Man" and "Business" respectably but of course I like others as well especially from Epic such as "Horse and the Infant", "Will of the gods" and "Storm".

I hope this answers your questions! I will elaborate further on some of the points I make here if you want! ^_^

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