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ka-writes · 4 years ago

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Notes: I had already started on the second chapter before I posted the first one, so don’t expect updates every day... I also had to do a lot of googling for this chapter.

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Chapter 1 in case you missed it:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warnings: Cussing, needles, character conflicts, intentional poisoning, poisoning, Jaws reference

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“Humans are [and text here]”

Chapter 2: What is this, an interview?

Tommy was now restrained to a chair six feet away from the weird scientist alien. He had a dark brown lab coat with a fuzzy yellow sweater underneath, matched with black pants and black leather boots. His gold rimmed Harry Potter glasses slipped down his nose bridge a bit before he pushed it up and shuffled through papers. He wore a red beanie with a big whiff of his curly chocolate hair. His skin was a weird translucent grayish color with blue speckles decorating it. He had deep brown eyes with an odd electric blue circle outlining the pupil.

His tongue licked his finger as he turned the page. This was a habit that most of the weird teachers and counselors did. It always annoyed Tommy. This time fear was also mixed into that annoyance. His saliva was tinted blue and he had sharp teeth which immediately reminded him of a shark.

“You have shark teeth.” Tommy stated absentmindedly. Clearly, this caught the scientist alien off guard.

“I have what?” The alien asked, confused.

“Shark teeth.. ya know like the weird fish creatures that eat people.” Tommy started rambling causing the shark-alien to become even more confused and slightly alarmed. “I mean I think they eat people. That’s what the shark movie showed… what was its name, Jaws I think? I dunno, my foster mom freaked out in the middle of it and we went home. That lady was weird.. She made us wear itchy clothes and take weird photos before she sent me back to the group home.”

“What?..” The shark-alien asked. Tommy jumped a bit. He forgot he was rambling to a stranger. Alien stranger at that.

“Doesn’t matter.. What's the first question bitch-boy?” Tommy liked the way the alien jumped at the randomly timed insults.

“Er- right.. First off, what’s your name?” The shark-alien asked after collecting himself.

“Tommy Innit. Yours bitch-boy?” Tommy replied.

“Wilbur Soot. Stop calling me bitch-boy!” Wilbur huffed.

“Next question, bitch-boy!” Tommy emphasized the name, getting an even angrier expression in return. Wilbur’s weird blue circle flashed red for a second which caught Tommy off guard.

Wilbur took a shaky breath before asking the next question. “How old are you?”

“Old enough! I am a big man!” Tommy stated. Yet another thing that pissed him off.

“Age?” Wilbur asked, clearly irritated.

“18.” Wilbur raised a brow, “14.” Tommy huffed. His age should only be his business not some alien-bitch who didn’t even have his file.

“If you keep lying, I may have to get the truth serum from the back.” Wilbur half-heartedly threatened. Tommy, the big man that he is, did not get scared at that statement, only slightly unsettled which clearly showed on his face.

“Now, do you have a family?” Tommy tensed at the question. It was a touchy question and was not one that was asked often especially with his reputation.

“I am a big man. I don’t need a family to be great.” Tommy stated, happy with the answer. The alien-bitch shifted awkwardly.

“Right… What is your diet?”

“Umm.. I dunno, whatever I can find. I am allergic to nuts though..” Wilbur nodded in understanding and wrote things down in his notepad.

“What plants are poisonous to you?” Wilbur asked without looking up from his notes.

“Ermm, poison Ivy, poison oak… uh I think parts of rhubarb, and most wild berries. I am not sure other than that.” Wilbur nodded while adding bits to his notes.

“What was the place you lived like?” This time Wilbur glanced up to look at Tommy. This was again another touchy subject… How many times would this alien bitch get into the sad background?

“Shitty.” Tommy snapped. That was the only response the bitch was gonna get.

“Right.. Do you have music on Earth?”

Tommy scoffed, “Of course we have music, dumbass!”

“Can you tell me about the animals there?” Wilbur asked, almost hopeful.. which was weird. What was he hoping for?

“Erm I guess..” Tommy mumbled, trying to figure out where to start, “There’s a bunch of animals. Mainly on land. My favorite would be the cow.”

“What’s that?” Curiosity stained Wilbur’s face. This got Tommy excited; he was practically beaming as he started talking.

“Well they are these big ruminants that make milk and have horns. There are a bunch of types too like the highland cow, which obviously is the most poggers one. They are a Scottish breed with really long hair. I met one once, on a field trip his name was Henry.” Tommy rambled on for the next two and a half hours, jumping from topic to topic and explaining anything that wasn’t personal. He usually ended those paths with short insults.

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Wilbur hated to stop the kids' detailed story, but two and a half celestial hours had already passed, and Dream would be coming to check soon. Luckily, he had a couple new poisons that could pass off as a research development. He had even managed to send the distressed signal and no doubt Phil would already be there with the SBI craft ready to fly at any given moment.

“Alright Tommy.” His voice dropped to a serious tone causing the kid to stop his story of how he got poisoned by mushrooms on a camping trip. “You’re gonna have to trust me just for a bit. I am going to get you off the ship at the next stop but in the meantime I need you to tell me how allergic you’re to nuts.” The kid immediately tensed at the question.

“I am mainly allergic to tree nuts.. almonds being the worst. After a few minutes I can’t breathe properly and I usually pass out. The doctor said if I don’t get it treated within 15 minutes, death is most likely.” He took a moment to go through the information. The kid most likely has an anaphylaxis reaction to tree nuts. Meaning either he would have to know the exact time of landing and exactly where Phil was or he needed another poison that was less severe.

“Alright, here is what we’re gonna do. I have a chemical mixture that is similar to that of rattlesnake venom. I also have a chemical substance that numbs any pain you may feel. Side effects would include being very very tired and delirious over the next few days. Along with being knocked out for a good ten hours. To put it simply I am gonna fake poison you, in order to get you off the ship. It’s your choice if you’re willing to do it.” Wilbur paused to study the kid still restrained in front of him. It was odd how relaxed the kid seemed to be in a situation like this. He had no urge as far as Wilbur was aware, to fight against anything that happened. His complaints only being those that touched on personal matters. It was unsettling to say the least, and intrigued Wilbur. He really wanted to unravel the life the kid had lived before this and how he was actually dealing with the situation.

There was a long pause before the kid spoke, “I wouldn’t mind getting away from the weird smiley bitch.. plus you seem nice and to know what you’re doing so sure. Poison me bitch.” He said the last sentence with an enthusiasm Wilbur wasn’t expecting. He took a moment to rethink his plan, which was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Dream says you better have advanced in your stupid testing. Otherwise he’s gonna kick you off the ship at the next stop.” Stated the rather rude blazeling, Sapnap. The blazeling never liked Wilbur and made a point to argue against any advancements at meals. That led to Dream installing a new system of emails and Wilbur eating meals alone.

“Yea yea, it’s going!” He yelled through the metal door.

“Better be.” The blazeling snapped before making a non quiet track back to his quarters.

“Stupid blazeling.” Wilbur grumbled as he sorted through vials and picked up new needles and measured out the substances. “We are going to start with the anesthetic then move onto the poison.” He softly addressed Tommy.

Wilbur swiftly disinfected Tommy’s shoulder and gave the needle. He then gave the second needle. Immediately Tommy slumped over. Wilbur swiftly took off Tommy’s restraints and moved him on to the patient bed in the back corner of the room. After the transfer was done he clipped the body restraints around Tommy and waited for the alert signaling landing.

After about five minutes the light next to the door turned blue. He moved over to his seat and clipped on the safety belts. The light turned green and the ship shook momentarily before a thud could be felt. Quickly as Wilbur could, he emptied the needles into the waste bin and waited for his soon-to-be-ex-boss to arrive.

Dream stepped through the door and glanced around the room before heading to Wilbur for his report.

“Report.” The dreamon commanded.

“The subject's body would have gone through a painfully slow death and have multiple organ failures if I did not intervene. The chemical mixes used created a conflict in the patient’s body which resulted in the patient falling into exhaustion as they recovered.” He responded in a monotone tone. Dream looked over Tommy. He flinched back in disgust as Tommy grunted in his sleep.

“Is that all?” The dreamon questioned.

“No.” Wilbur swallowed down his panic, “This is the last testing I will be doing with this crew.” The dreamon scoffed.

“I am assuming you’re getting off at this planet?” Dream spit. Wilbur knew he absolutely hated when people left his crew as he saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.

“Yes.” The phantom stated, keeping his even tone apparent. With that Dream stormed out cursing in Siestian. Somewhere in the mess of words he told Wilbur to get his things.

Without hesitation he grabbed his bag from his quarters, which was held in a small room that branches off the lab. He half sprinted down the short hallway and straight to the bed Tommy was on. He swiftly unrestrained the human and sat him up. He slipped on boots and gloves then tied a cloak around the kid. He pulled the hood up and carried him off of the closest exit. There were faint yells from Dream down the hallway and reassurances from the only two beings that put up with him. And with that Wilbur was off to find the only craft he had ever called home. The SBI ship.

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Chapter 2- End

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End Notes: ‘‘twas to lazy to reread... sorry for minor mistakes. Also suggestions are always appreciated!! Please reblog...

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Chapter 3:

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Wilbur:

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along-came-atsushi · 4 years ago

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Novel Recap: Osamu Dazai’s Entrance Exam

Prologue & Chapter 1

Man, it’s been some time since I’ve started this little series. And originally I wanted to do Dark Era first. But since 2020 has been a shit year so far I’m not in the mood to read even more depressing stuff. So, I decided for something a little brighter.

Also: “Recap”, that was the word I was looking for, after I failed to come up with a proper name lol.

As most of you probably already know the first light novel is the original story from season 1, episodes 6 & 7. But it’s without Atsushi, since Atsushi hasn’t been introduced as a main character yet. They also gave some of Dazai’s original lines to Atsushi, which I think is not the best decision, since it alters the characterization. There are also some heavy differences between the novel and its anime counterpart. I personally prefer the novel.

But anyway, let’s get started, we’re inside Kunikida’s mind the whole time. This is going to be fun.

The prologue begins with Kunikida explaining what his ideals are, how he met his ideals, why he married his ideals, and when he plans to have babies with his ideals.

My name is Doppo Kunikida, an idealist who lives in reality, a realist who pursues ideals.

I have this stupid mug I bought back when I started studying. It will now forever remind me of Kunikida:

And this is a record of the struggles between a man who yearns for the realization of ideals and a new hire destined to interfere with them.

The following interference of ideals took place between 5 pm and 6 pm [ding ding]

Also here are some interesting excerpts from his ideals...notebook...diary... ideals-diary. I’m gonna call it that now:

Takekoshi came to my house. We took a stroll under the moonlight together.

Ha, gAAAAAAAAYYYY.

I ate a pear. It wasn’t sweet.

Then why did you eat it in the first place????

The story continues to turn into a beginning of a Brooklyn 99 episode, but it’s with Dazai and Kunikida chasing some random thief. Come to think about it, isn’t the ADA supposed to take only cases the police can’t deal with? Guess the police in the BSD universe is even more incompetent than I thought.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s all according to plan. More importantly, guess what I just saw.”

“I don’t care!”

“It’s this incredibly rare book called ‘The Complete Suicide’. I’ve been searching all over for it, and I just noticed it on display in the used bookstore back there-- Ah! I have to go back and buy it before someone else does.”

And that’s how Dazai met the love of his life. Can we also talk about that the title “The Complete Suicide” sounds rather strange? Especially when I translate it into German: “Der Komplette Selbstmord”. Oh god, fuck off, book!

But no matter how twisted my partner’s interests are, no matter how much he tries to sabotage the mission, I will not allow the criminal to escape for failure is not written in my schedule.

“For failure is not written in my schedule.” -> That is an awesome and inspiring quote. I want it on a t-shirt. Or on another mug.

After a chase through a crowd of people they’re able to catch the thief, thanks to Kunikida’s ability and Dazai’s... uh... plan.

One resident speaks up. “J-just who are you people?”

I whip out my detective license and hold it up in the air so everyone can see.

“There is no need for concern. We’re with the Armed Detective Agency.”

[Brooklyn 99 intro starts playing]

And that’s it for the prologue! On to chapter 1:

8th

It rained this morning. A quiet shower, but frigid like the depth of winter. I yearn to live for my ideals. I strive for my ideals. I move forward without fear, without fatigue, without hesitation. Neither dreams nor honor will be pursued--for how euphoric it an be to solely devote oneself to quotidian tasks.

Why does this sound like the lyrics to an Evanescence song? *sad Amy Lee voice* Frigiiiii~d like the depth of wiiiiiii~nteeeee~r

Also... Kunikida, you must be a blast to have on a date. No wonder the women swoon over you.

But despite its [the building of the ADA] appearance, it’s so sturdily built that even machine-gun artillery fire from the outside wouldn’t cause any damage to the interior. That may sound oddly specific, but it’s happened to us.

*nods heavily* Sounds like completely normal work hazards to me, don’t know what you’re talking about.

Kunikida tells us that he checks his schedule many times. Like... really many times. Probably also while using the bathroom. I don’t know if this is a normal behaviour, but okay. So he goes to work and finds Dazai being high thanks to shrooms, dancing around in the office, to everyone’s demise.

“Whoa there’s a giant sea anemone outside the window, Kunikida! A banana... It’s eating a banana! And it’s even removing the white stringy bits!”

Yes, this man is a terrifying genius and an ex-Port Mafia executive.

Man, I should try these mushrooms one day, too. Dazai’s visions really sound entertaining.

I pour coffee into my mug as I always do.

I really hope we share the same mug, Kunikida! Don’t disappoint me!

But now, I don’t want to hide my all time fav quote from Dazai from you:

“Oh, I’ve got it. I need to take off my clothes. I need to get naked to get higher ratings! It’s simple, really! Let us undress! After that, we can all put on full-body thighs, go to the bank, and dance the hopak!”

Yes, this man is a terrifying genius and an ex-Port Mafia executive.

I land a roundhouse kick to the back of Dazai’s head, knocking him against the wall and rendering him unconscious.

Everyone in the ADA after that:

We’re told how Kunikida and Dazai met and the day he was introduced as a new employee into the ADA

In that moment, I suddenly sense a cold, piercing light in his eyes, as if he were calmly evaluating his senior--no, as if he were staring into my very soul through the eyes of a heavenly, enlightened sage. [...] Was I seeing things? Could my mind have been playing tricks on me?

Dazai uses Leer. It’s very effective.

If you only know the anime version, than you completely missed the fact that Fukuzawa and Kunikida had a conversation about Dazai. They both realize that there must be something wrong about his alleged background, because it doesn’t quite add up. And then there is also the fact that his ability is extremely dangerous.

“I would like you to bring Dazai with you while you work and see if he can be trusted. If you ever feel he could be an emissary, intelligence operative, or spy of some sort, then you are to fire him without hesitation. However, if you sense any sign of wickedness in his heart...”

The president takes a black automatic pistol out from a bag behind him, then presents it to me.

You do not fuck with shachou and his family.

The next day they meet with a teenage hacker boy called Rokuzu, because the ADA received an anonymous email requesting them to investigate a haunted building. And since neither the Ghostbusters nor the Winchester brothers reside in Yokohoma that task also falls into the ADA’s hands.

“Anyway, it’s not like you to be late. What, were you on a ‘date’ or something?”

He makes a circle with one hand and shoves a finger in it with the other.

Typical teenage boy behaviour.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I only plan on going on dates with the woman I marry. And according to the ‘Future Plans’ page in my notebook [...] it’s going to be another six years before I get married.”

“Hold up. You already got a girl you’re gonna marry?”

“Not for another four years.”

Thank god, we live in times with apps like tinder and stuff, so we can all schedule our marriage and dating plans.

The next things happen pretty much the same as in the anime. They ask the teenage hacker boy to look up the sender of the mail, they meet with the taxi driver who tells them about the abduction of several people, Dazai tries to Tokyo Drift but fails miserably (which wasn’t shown in the anime) and then they investigate the haunted building, which turns out to be an abandoned hospital. They do this in the middle of the night, of course.

Oh, and Kunikida is absolutely terrified of ghosts. *deep voice* You’re in Silent Hill, son.

They hear a scream for help and run to the rescue, just in time to find a woman named Sasaki almost drowning in a tank. Thankfully she gets rescued by these two gentlemen, otherwise it may have been the end for her.

Aside from Dazai’s overcoat, she’s nearly naked and soaking wet in the middle of the night.

Damn, that poor woman. She must be freezing.

Her hands tightly wrapped around her elbows and her legs stretched out on the floor are especially delicate.

Uuuhhh.... Kunikida? Dunno if this is the right moment to-

The clothes clinging to her body sketch the outline of an alluring figure.

This man needs a hug.

I feel almost as if I could see through her remarkably fine porcelain skin.

Maybe a little bit more than just a hug.

Wet hair clings to her nape as water drips onto her chest.

Kunikida STAHP!

I avert my gaze for absolutely no reason.

“absolutely no reason” -> PFFFFFFFF. Sasaki tells them that there are other people trapped here and wants to lead Dazai and Kunikida to them.

“... Wait.” I place a hand on Miss Sasaki’’s shoulder, stopping her. “Dazai, what do you think?”

“The way she’s dressed makes me feel things,” he says with a straight face.

“Be serious.!”

“with a straight face” -> so no feeling things at all? Dazai stop playing straight already. Even Kunikida doesn’t buy it anymore.

Anyways Dazai thinks Sasaki’s story is a little bit too convenient. They’re searching for the other victims trapped here, but when they find them it’s already too late, since a poison gas trap somehow activates and they have to retreat.

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lady-griffin · 5 years ago

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I Entered a Dangerous Dungeon

Acchan’s Story

Acchan’s story was very touching and sad. I thought the anime did a great job adapting her POV chapters concisely into this episode.

I love the scene of Acchan reading Past Katarina’s last text message and breaking down crying.

That got me right in the feels.

One slight criticism, is that in the Light Novel we learn that because of Past Katarina, Acchan has made many friends and is able to live on without her best friend. Because of the positive impact Past Katarina had on her life and how much she changed it for the better.

So, while in the anime, Acchan does say she will live on without her best-friend, I feel like it doesn’t come across as strongly as it did in the Light Novel.

That being said. I thought Acchan’s story went really well with the flow of the episode.

In LN Vol.2 her POV honestly felt disruptive and broke the flow of the story for me. So definite kudos to the anime for fixing that.

The text message scene got me, but so did Past Katarina’s funeral.

It’s easy to forget, with Katarina’s silliness, density and antics, that she died tragically young in her former life.

So well done on the anime’s part for hitting me right in the heart with that reminder.

Sadness and friendship aside. I like how Fortune Lover appears in Katarina’s Past Life.

The poster on Acchan’s wall gives the impression that Prince Geordo and Prince Alan are the two main love interests or the more primary capture-targets.

As they are more front and center than Keith and Nicol.

But since this is Katarina’s story, Keith takes precedent over Alan because of his closer proximity and relationship to Katarina.

There’s also something I really like about Past Katarina struggling to succeed in the Prince Geordo route in the game and technically dying because of it.

It feels like her new life is good karma or the universe trying to make it up to her…so to speak

As in Katarina’s new life she easily wins over Prince Geordo without even trying and by being herself. Hell, she doesn’t even notice that he’s in love with her or that anyone else is.

I’m probably looking way more into that detail than is actually needed, but I just like that small detail to Katarina and Geordo’s relationship.

The Exam Plot

Sophia want to see Katarina after her sad dream (memories) was very sweet and touching. I just love their friendship and how it has cross time, worlds and lives. It’s beautiful.

I don’t think the Exam Plot is from the Light Novels (6-9) and it wasn’t in the manga or Light Novels (1-5).

So, kudos to the Anime for introducing this exam plot and exploring more of the academic life for Katarina and her friends.

I loved their school uniforms for the exam.

It was nice seeing them in the same outfits and they all look pretty damn good in them.

I don’t know why I really like their uniforms so much, but I really do. I just really do.

As much as I love their day-to-day outfits, I would not be mad if this was their school uniform and what we saw them in for the majority of the time.

But that’s probably just me.

Katarina is 100% right about the insanity of this exam.

But thanks to this crazy exam we got to see more magic and it was great.

I’ve always felt like the Light Novels and the Manga didn’t elaborate or explore on this being a magical world and the fact that all of our main characters have magic (at least in the First Year/Game Arc). The later novels (3-5) do elaborate a bit further.

In Fortune Lover, it’s clear that magic was just a mechanic in the game to explain why all these characters were in the same school and a slight twist to making Maria different and special, as well as make Fortune Lover different from other Otome games.

And if I’m not mistakes Katarina even says the same thing about Fortune Lover.

Fortune Lover gave a limited view of this world. Even when it came to Maria Campbell’s life and background, but the actual Hamefura story explores the world to a much greater extent.

So, it always seemed liked a wasted opportunity not to do the same with magic.

As it never really felt that magic matters for certain characters at all.

For example in the Light Novels’ Character Profiles -- Sophia is said to have Earth magic and Raphael is said to have Light Magic…

But clearly that doesn’t really matter, because the anime (and maybe manga) can easily change their original types of magic to Wind Magic (I’m assuming it was Raphael who used that wind-tunnel to save Sophia and Katarina).

HOWEVERE, there does seem to be a mistake in Sophia’s profile as it’s just Katarina’s in regards to her likes, dislikes, etc.

Sophia’s Profile in Vol.5 (english-translation) is more than likely wrong in regards to her magic. Which might mean Raphael’s magic in his profile is also wrong.

So, we should take that into consideration.

My point being that I’m very happy that the anime is taking different route with how it handles magic in comparison to the LN/Manga.

It’s been a huge improvement.

Katarina is so fucking dumb (I love her).

Not only does she push the red button on the floor without even thinking about it for even a second, but in addition, her contributing to the group with her earth-bump was hilarious and adorable.

Plus, her picking the most poisonous mushrooms that ever existed was just so stupid and so amazing.

I also love how both Mary and Sophia are pretty fucking dumb when it comes to Katarina (and really only when it comes to her).

Mary is fully prepared to eat deadly mushrooms as long as Katarina is the one who prepares them and Sophia just hops right on board.

And Sophia was really the only who was genuinely complimenting Katarina for her earth-bump move in the exam. Which is just so sweet and also so dumb.

I love the three of them so goddamn much + Maria being the only one of the girls not willing to the deadly mushrooms.

While I am a bit disappointed that Katarina’s videogame knowledge wasn’t of any use to her in the exam, I did genuinely love Geordo pushing her towards the the path they decided to take.

I also enjoyed Alan saving Mary and her slighty blushing and him looking slighty embarassed as well.

I will say I was disappointed that we only really saw the boys be capable during the exam, not any of the girls. Except for when Sophia helped Nicol locate Katarina…but still.

And of course, Katarina found the magic-stone because she needed a tool to help her gather mushrooms. That’s 100% Katarina. Though, a part of would have prefer it if Katarina was very knowledgable about plants in general and knew that those mushrooms were deadly. (either way it works for me)

And the one councilmember in her head (happy) seeing a lizard as food was fucking fantastic.

I love the noble girls being jealous of Katarina and talking about her.

It’s nice seeing them before the big accusation scene happens. Just by showing the noble girls being mad and jealous of Katarina feels more organic to the story.

Plus, Maria noticing the Dark Magic behind Katarina.

I’m very happy with the past two ‘filler’ episodes building up to the two big climatic scenes and events.

The main problem I had with this episode is that -

The Exam Makes No Sense…

I know that not unusual for anime or plenty of other stories, but the exam really makes no sense.

Aside from one group, basically everyone else is basically set up to fail. Right?

If you find the magic stone than you pass. If you don’t find the (one) magic stone, then you fail.

The exam isn’t really testing what they’ve learned or improved upon.

It’s more based on luck and the amount of magical power one has.

Which seems unfair, as we know that a good portion of the magic population is closer to Katarina’s level of power than Keith’s, at least in LN, but maybe it’s different in the anime (or maybe I read the LN wrong).

I guess it’s possible that even though the team that finds the magic stone automatically passes, the other teams can pass based on how they navigated through the ruins...maybe. That would make more sense.

Though, it’s very possible that Alan, Mary, and Maria didn’t pass the practical exam because they weren’t on Katarina’s team.

And while I doubt that will be addressed later in the anime - If Alan, Mary and Maria actually failed the practical exam then that would be a great reason for why they arrived late during the accusation scene.

They weren’t there because they had to retake the practical exam or do another one.

So, even if the anime doesn’t say that’s the reason, that’s going to be my headcanon for right now.

ALSO

The teachers literally split the top students of the entire grade into two separate groups…

I’m not exaggerating.

The students who get picked to be on the Student Council (the harem) are the ones who ranked the highest in the evaluation exam at the beginning of the school year.

First Year Rankings

1. Geordo Stuart (Canon) 2. Maria Campbell (Canon) 3. Alan Stuart (Canon) 4. Keith Claes (non-canon) 5. Mary Hunt (non-canon) 6. Sophia Ascart (non-canon)

We don’t actually know the rankings of Keith, Mary and Sophia but since they’re also on the student council, we know that they must be ranked 4-6. We just don’t know the exact order. .

Having the highest ranked students in two groups, basically feels like setting up all the other students for failure.

Then you have Katarina who is right smack in the middle of the rankings (#80) as part of one of the two groups.

That gives me the impression that Geordo and Keith basically demanded that Katarina be on the same team they are on, not realizing the other was doing the same.

Which is par for the course.

As all the members of the harem (minus Maria), threatened the teachers that if Katarina didn’t get permanent permission to be allowed in the Student Council chambers, then they would all resign from the student council (Manga/LN).

I know I’m thinking about this too much.

And that of course the main characters are going to be together, because they’re the main characters. But still...

Really with just one or two lines from the teacher would have at least solved one of the illogical problems here.

Teacher – “We have place several of these stones in the labyrinth, your goal is to find one of them. If your team leaves the dungeon without finding a stone, your team fails.”

Or something to that affect...

As much as I love Geordo and Keith being exasperated by Katarina and protecting her.

This also could’ve have been a nice opportunity to introduce Katarina’s non-council friends. Rather than us just seeing them right before she gets accused of bullying.

But again, it does make more sense to have the main characters to be teamed up together...because they are the main characters. I just can’t help but point out the logistical problems for this exam.

Though maybe the anime will build off what’s been established in this episode...maybe.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode.

I was hit in the feels right away, laughed so hard, and it was just a lot of fun.

And of course, I was very happy to see the anime is adding its own stuff to the story and elaborating beyond the Light Novels and Manga.

#Katarina Claes #Bakarina #Hamefura #destruction flag otome #Otome game no hametsu flag #Geordo Stuart #Gerald Stuart #Keith Claes #Sophia Ascart #Acchan #Mary Hunt #Alan Stuart #Maria Campbell #Raphael wolt #Sirius Dieke #Nicol Ascart

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tes-trash-blog · 6 years ago

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Mycosis, Or A Slightly More Scientific Take On How The Falmer Came To Be

(Alt title: I’m Never Eating Mushrooms Again)

Yep. This is happening.

Preface: This essay/rant/overanalysis is focusing only on the theoretical physical and biological aspects Falmer devolution. Expect a shorter rant on the spiritual aspect on a later date, thanks to oyarsas.

Part 1. Just Who Were The Falmer Anyway? A Brief Primer

According to the one surviving Snow Elf in Skyrim, the ancient Falmer were a wealthy and advanced race of Elves that occupied a portion of Skyrim during the Merethic Era. A few shenanigans, some unspeakable war crimes, and a genocide later, the remnants of this race fled underground into the waiting arms of the Dwemer. They laid it down in simple terms:

“Many of your people had perished under the roaring, snow-throated kings of Mora, and your wills were broken, and we heard you, and sent our machines against your enemies, to thereby take you under. Only by the grace of the Dwemer did your culture survive, and only by the fifteen-and-one tones did your new lives begin.”

(Fun fact: If you translate the Stone using Ayleid words, it’s actually a lot more sinister!)

This wasn’t out of the goodness of their hearts, as the Dwarves were, in objective terms, dicks. While they didn’t want tearful songs of gratitude or boot-licking, they weren’t about to let a bunch of homeless and traumatized Elves, y’know, recover. No, they wanted something.

“We only request you partake of the symbol of our bond, the fruit of the stones around us. And as your vision clouds, as the darkness sets in, fear not.”

That something was their sight, and their obedience. Given what very little we know about Snow Elven culture, this looked to have been a bit of a big deal. After all, all the Prelates at Auri-El’s wayshrines implement light and sight in their blessings, much of the surviving iconography depicts the sun and its radiance, and what few surviving accounts remain mention the “dread of night” and “blessed sun”.

This wasn’t a decision made lightly, is what I’m getting at. The fact they agreed at all surely meant the Dwarves could do what they wished. Seeing some of the more elaborate torture chambers and traps, we can safely assume they did.

The Blinding happened in the Late Merethic Era, some hundreds of years before the Dragon War and the beginning of the First Era. Now comes the fun part.

And by fun part, I mean gross part.

Part 2. Can’t We Just Wrap This Up And Blame The Dwarves?

It wouldn’t be an overanalysis if I did, now would it?

There are theories abound as to how the Dwarves corrupted them, or they were part of a failed experiment (Underkiing, Lord_Hoot). This essay is going to ignore these theories, and focus on the more biological aspects of the Falmer transformation. Starting with a quote from the last surviving Snow Elf:

“The blinding of my race was supposedly accomplished with a toxin. Certainly not enough to devolve them into the sad and twisted beings they've become.”

This is further supported with the poem The Betrayed:

“Thrown into the pitch black dread of night.

Living in fear as their minds become lost.

As their eyes began dimming the light.”

This lost book also points to the slow creeping of insanity among the Snow Elves, no doubt from the unspeakable horrors seen above ground and the fancy word that made me write this whole damn essay in the first place: Mycotoxin!

Mycotoxins are a broad name for the various types of poisons produced by the Fungi kingdom, specifically those that affect animals, humans, and in this case, Elves. From NCBI’s extensive article on Mycotoxins:

“The majority of mycotoxicoses, on the other hand, result from eating contaminated foods. Skin contact with mold-infested substrates and inhalation of spore-borne toxins are also important sources of exposure. Except for supportive therapy (e.g., diet, hydration), there are almost no treatments for mycotoxin exposure”

“[...] Acute toxicity generally has a rapid onset and an obvious toxic response, while chronic toxicity is characterized by low-dose exposure over a long time period, resulting in cancers and other generally irreversible effects.”

That sounds… bad.

So, there are few if any treatments for mycotoxin exposure, and the Dwarves were not ones to use magic, so the only feasible treatment for the mass-poisoning would have been a good diet and hydration, but something tells me the Dwarves were not keen on giving their slaves either of those. From the Diary of Faire Agarwen, we can reasonably deduce that conditions were cramped, dark, and damp even among those who had political clout:

“Seventh Marking, Tenth Kulniir

[...] Often the surroundings make it impossible to dwell on any happiness. We have been locked together in such close quarters for so long.”

Keep in mind here that a kulniir was a notched basin that functioned as a simple time keeper, using drops of water. The diary also mentions there’s no real natural light, so we see the combination of dark, damp, and cramped. This was from a woman who held some social capital. We can assume that conditions for your average Joe and Sally were much worse.

Even among the best of conditions, the Snow Elves were kept in were prime real estate for molds and fungi to thrive. There is (thankfully) no evidence to support my next claim, but it’s also not exactly a stretch of the imagination.

The Falmer: A Study makes clear that the blinding was a multi-generational effort. Within perhaps two or three generations, the Snow Elves were eternally blind. Adding to the permanent blindness, there very well could have been the more unpleasant, unwanted, and unplanned changes.

I’m talking about mutagens.

To pull a real life example, Fumonisin B1 can cause neural tube defects in utero, which means that the toxin affects the development of the brain and spinal cord, as well as the central nervous system. In extreme, chronic cases of fumonisin poisoning, it can keep the brain from forming into a viable state, causing stillbirths. In a universe where dragons fly around and singing plants can make poisons, it’s not too much of a stretch to say that there is something equally terrifying growing in Blackreach. Already blinded, chronically ill, and hopeless, the next generation of Snow Elves were doomed to an ever lower standard of living without even the knowledge that things could be better. Combine that with whatever mold infected whatever flora that grew underground, similar to how say, fumonisin blights grains and how black mold is generally Really Bad For You.. Well, we can assume that there was a more subtle force that guided them to their ferality than whatever the Dwarves did to them.

In the same way the lead pipes of Rome contributed to developmental problems among their populace, I can imagine the toxic spores creating more violent, more feral Falmer, until finally their very sentience was taken from them. Seeing as all of this culminated into a war that spanned decades, something tells me the Dwarves didn’t see that coming.

Part 3: So… CAN They Be Cured?

The short answer is no. From the words of the Knight Paladin himself:

“I'm afraid that they're well beyond a cure at this point. The twisted forms you've seen didn't occur overnight. It isn't a plague or a disease that ravaged our species. The dwarves may have stolen their sight, but it took many generations for them to become what they are today.”

And as found earlier, there are no effective cures for mycotoxin exposure, and I imagine even less for chronic, multi-generational poisonings like what happened to the Snow Elves of old. I’m assuming, but I really don’t want to ever see that tested in the field.

But not all is lost. Gelebor also notes that the modern Falmer have started to re-develop their intellect. This grabbed me, as the Forgotten Vale is vastly different than the caves and ruins you normally find Falmer in. There’s fresh air and cool breezes, and open spaces for those sad little gremlins to lurk about. In short, they’re away from the poisonous influences of those dark caves and toxic spores.

It’s entirely possible that the Falmer of the Vale are developing, and it’s in part because they’re no longer confined to the dark and damp that was their prison. It’s entirely possible that with enough time, and enough patience, the Falmer could slowly undo the effects of their chronic poisoning. Not enough to become the Snow Elves of legend, those days are long since past, but perhaps enough to break their chains, and finally put a voice to thousands of years of suffering.

Sources, inspirations, and tangentially related articles:

Mycotoxins, from the National Center for Biotechnology Information. A recommended primer on the nature of mycotoxins and their effects on more complex organisms.

Toxic effects of mycotoxins in humans, from the World Health Organization, another excellent starting point if you like reading about poisonous fungi.

Repeating Mistakes of the Past: Another Mycoherbicide Research Bill, a condemnation of using mycotoxins in of all things, drug control. This article also calls the use of mycotoxins against humans for what it is: Biowarfare. An interesting, insightful, and very depressing read.

A review of the toxic effects and mechanisms of action of fumonisin B1, from the journal Human and Experimental Toxicology. Behind a paywall, but the abstract sums it all up quite nicely.

A Wikipedia article on the Mexican Tetra, because I think they’re cute.

UESP, without which I would be even more of a babbling trash gremlin.

#lore overanalysis #with a bit of science and biology #nature is scary #The Elder Scrolls #falmer #snow elf #as you know #i'm always on my snow elf bullshit #the dwarves were not as smart as they thought they were #they're very much STEM school fuckboys #i'm not a biologist soooo #and mycology is SURPRISINGLY INTERESTING!#there's a lot more that i didn't include because i thought 1500 words was enough for a tumblr essay

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spirit-shroud · 5 years ago

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Fanfix ask: I N K Q V Z

hewwo! ♥ from this ask

I: How many fandoms have you written in? Do you have a favorite? technically, i’ve written fanfic for d gay man, h*mestuck, toontown, w*zard101, world of wardumb, undered tale, deltaed runes, hyperlifter, bard game, moonlighter, oneshot, dust: AET, Portal, no.6, and more recently, pokemon. i only have ut/os/swsh up on my ao3 tho because most other stuff is Very Old or just generally incomplete/not the general vibe of the fandom lol

undert*le was fun to write for just because of how rapidly my hits/kudos/comments went up but tbh i really only wrote for it because of the attention my fics got even tho they werent like.... remotely good. half of that is looking back on my past work and cringing just bc it’s my past work but like. idk. im really hoping that writing swsh stuff will be a similar high but it’s something i feel a lot better taking my time and putting actual effort into my writing for

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share? oh always, heres some upcoming chapters of legendsfor the ones im actively working on/have been adding to lately: Tangled in Glimwood - the usual two end up dangerously lost in the glimwood tangle and have to set up camp for the night, armed with like, half a steel move and a trusty cast iron frying pan between them to make sure they’re safe from all the rude ass fairies. includes fun friendly banter such as ‘hop i swear to god you CANNOT eat the glowing mushrooms they are DEFINITELY SUPER POISONOUS’ and ‘this is why nobody in your family has any taste buds left’ and ‘do you think phantumps remember being alive? do they have any of their memories? if we both became phantumps, do you think we’d recognize each other and keep being friends? is that weird to think about?” Hopscotch - hop has always been there for reader, so when his spirit gets crushed by bede, you step in and offer emotional support and it’s mushy as all hell. this fic entirely is being written bc i’m pissed there’s no option to hug hop during the game. i cant summarize it either its just ‘hop feels bad so you do something about it like a good friend instead of a Silent Protagonist Bastard Fool’

Striped Pajamas - a semi-sequel-but-not-really? a sequel if you squint? to sea vents where marnie, hop, and reader hang out again and have a sleep over and like. play video games together and it’s NICE they have FUN and my girl SMILES FOR REAL BC ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES

Homecoming - reader + leon have been together for awhile and he’s bringing them home to meet his mom+little bro. it’s mostly uneventful and even awkward, as i’d imagine that kind of thing would be, so reader spends most of their time hanging out w this neglected nine year old child who really wants to show them his craftmine builds and amaze his future sibling-in-law with his intensive knowledge of Weird Science Facts

Pink and Blue - y’kno who’s nice? piers. optimal bro material. a lot of exhausted gay energy in this dude. this one is like. post-championship cup reader + hop just adopt this poor washed up man since they’re sad kids seeking guidance and he’s a sadder adult with too much time on his hands now that he isn’t a gym leader. sort of like, a ‘mentor who’s life is falling apart needs a new son’ sort of trope bc that’s pretty optimal.

this got kinda lengthy but i do have more bc i have WIP Disease ™

K: Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)? idk how to actually define ‘guilty pleasure’ tbh. like. i like what i like and that’s all there is to it. x reader fanfic is a circus and i’m the ringmaster, bitch

Q: Do you like getting prompts from your readers? yes!! always!! i need to update my writing request page on my blog n maybe people will like. send me some dkfjhsgkjdhfg

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you? its not a specific comment but ive been thinkin like. daily abt that guy who lovingly commented on 15/17 of my und*rtale fic collection despite it being very clearly abandoned for years. like. i still need to come up w a new chapter to thank em but i just dont have any un*ertale juice in my system rn

Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love? not really tbh, like, i think out of the 5 fics i have on ao3 rn (fragmented, speechless, bad dialogue, my burden is light, day to day legends) they all have the expected amount of hits/kudos per their audiences. id really like some comments on ch1 of d2dl before i got ch2 posted but it doesn’t really bother me too much that there isnt any yet. its 1 chapter and it’s been only a week lol

i also wish mbil had more comments but also the one hot fandom isn’t very large, the x reader one hot community is even smaller, and i havent updated that in like. a year dkfgjdhfg

#kc takes questions

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nede3614 · 6 years ago

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Deadly Silence

Chapter 1

I followed Amy with my arms wrapped around my stomach self-consciously as she handed Lori the red bucket of mushrooms. "Any luck?" Lori questioned, looking up from the pan she just pulled from the makeshift stove. "How do we tell if they're poison?" Amy asked, pouring the mushrooms into the bowl in Lori's hand. I stood back a bit, watching the interaction as I picked at a scab on my elbow nervously. "Uh, there's only one sure way I know of." Lori responded. Amy crouched down to stir whatever was cooking over the fire when Lori glanced at her, wiping her hands on her pants. "Ask Shane when he gets back?" She asked, still stirring. She stood up abruptly, grabbing the bucket. "Yup, you got it. Thank you," she sounded irritated and impatient as she walked off. I sat where she was next to Amy and looked over at her with wide eyes. She just shrugged at me and put the spoon down. "She's probably on her period or something. Do you wanna help me do laundry with the girls later?" I nodded in response and she smiled. "When do you think Andrea and the others will be back?" I whispered, my voice soft and frail, as if someone could just break me with a single touch. "I hope soon, but we haven't heard anything from them yet." She stood up and wiped her hands on the back of her pants. "I just hope they're okay." I nodded and stood up with her, following her like I was her shadow like always. I never left her side, she was the only person in this camp that I wasn't scared of and that I considered a friend. Dale wasn't too bad, but he reminds me of my father sometimes which scared me more. I wasn't always this weak and scared, when I was very young and my parents were happy together, I was the most talkative and open person in the world. I was friends with everyone, and I always had a smile on my face. Then one day something happened between my parents. They started drinking and fighting every day. I spent many nights awake listening to them yelling at each other and throwing things. As I got older, it got worse. They became verbally abusive and would constantly belittle and insult me and my sister. We were always doing something wrong, everything was our fault. Then it got physical. I would have to lock my sister in her room to protect her while they would drunkenly argue and hit me. I slowly became more silent, more closed off. They hated it when I spoke, everything I said was bad unless it was a "yes ma'am, no sir". It continued up until I was 18 and had graduated high school. I was always so silenced by fear that I lost all my friends, I never participated in class, and I never told anyone anything. They said they would kill me if I did. I wanted to die, I desperately did, but I had to protect my sister. I stayed there for two more years after graduating to watch over Hannah. I paid the bills with three jobs, while they stayed on their asses and drank themselves to sleep. The day after Hannah graduated, we packed up and left in the middle of the night while they were passed out on the living room couch. We stayed in a hotel for a year. I kept working three jobs, and she picked up two. Soon, we had saved up enough money to get an apartment to live in. I wouldn't say life got better from there, but it didn't get worse. She eventually found a boyfriend and a better job and moved out when I was 25, leaving me by myself in a run down apartment in downtown Atlanta, working three jobs that barely paid the bills. I lost contact with her after a year, she never called anymore. I don't even know if she's alive right now, I hope she is. She was the only thing that kept me living all those years, the only one that kept me moving. Amy is a lot like Hannah, in the sense that she's very innocent and sweet, trusting of anyone. She's the same age as her too, not helping my case any. That's the main reason I'm so close to her. It's kind of sad really, I don't even know that much about her but I rely on her with my life. I was following her to wherever her next destination was, passing by Dale and Jim working on the RV. "It's late, they should have been back by now," Amy exclaimed as she started pacing. I nodded my head in agreement beside her, Dale looking up from the engine of the vehicle. "Worrying won't make it better," He responded. She didn't reply and stormed off with me right behind her. I always wonder if I ever annoy her with this habit of mine, just trailing behind 24/7. As we were walking, T-Dog's voice came over the scratchy radio. "Hello, base camp! Can anybody out there hear me?" Everyone began to flock around the CB to listen in on what he was saying. I stayed at Amy's side as Dale climbed up the ladder of the RV to respond. "Base camp, this is T-Dog, can anybody hear me?" His voice sounded desperate, even through the static, and I couldn't help to feel myself grow worried. "Hello? Hello? Reception is bad on this end," Dale responded, looking at all of us beneath him on the ground. "Repeat, repeat." "Shane, is that you?" T-Dog asked, panting into the receiver. "Is that them?" Lori called up from our side. I glanced over at her. Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it's them, he said it was T-Dog. "We're in some deep shit. We're trapped in a department store." His voice was cutting out, barely legible. "He said they're trapped?" Shane muttered anxiously, rubbing his head. T-Dog began to say something else, but it was so filled with static I could only make out the words geeks and surrounded. I looked around at everyone nervously, feeling my heart rate increase. I began tuning out the panicked words of the others around me, staring at Amy with wide eyes. She looked mad about something, talking to Shane. Next thing I knew, she was grabbing my shaking hand and dragging me behind her as she stormed off. I glanced behind me at everyone in the clearing, all looking either worried or pissed. "A-Amy, wait, slow down," I called quietly, stumbling behind her pathetically. She slowed to a stop outside the tent she shared with Andrea, running her fingers through her hair. "Dammit Katie, he's going to get her killed! We have to go help them, but he has his head too far up his own ass to see that.” I flinched away from her as she shouted, holding my hands up to my chest in defense.

She frowned when she saw my reaction, sighing. “I’m sorry Katie, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just worried about Andrea. Come on, let’s go eat. We should be ready to leave if he changes his mind.” I nodded and followed behind her closely again, watching the ground before me as my thoughts raced.

I don’t know that I could handle any death, if I’d be able to be strong for Amy if Andrea died. I don’t know that I could be strong for even myself.

#twd #twd negan #the walking dead #walking dead #rick grimes #negan #glenn rhee #carl grimes #daryl dixon

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insomniac-arrest · 7 years ago

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How to Kiss a Girl (and Prepare for the End of the World)

fandom/pairing: adventure time/bubbline

genre: soft apocalyptica

words: 3k

summary: reincarnation fic where iterations of Marceline and PB are alive pre-mushroom bomb and do what they can in the meantime

warning: death

Step 1: Home Intrusion

She snuck out the window that time, not because she had to, she just liked to imagine her dad’s face if he saw her scaling six floors worth of fire escape.

It wasn’t really that impressive, and she knew he never saw it anyway.

She scaled the six floors worth of fire escape and promised herself this is the time she was going back, The Final Countdown on running away.

She sits on the 59th underpass for a few hours, popping bubblegum and thinking about smoking again- it didn’t always agree with her but bubblegum only went so far.

She slung her guitar case higher on her shoulder and then headed down the main highway toward the suburbs. She might as well do something.

It was called Candy Street, which was just as ridiculous as it sounded, and she kicked a can to the 6th house- at the end of the cul de sac and gave it a hearty knock.

“Hey,” She called and gave the door another rap, “Bon-Bon.”

She stared up at the gray city sky and waited for the anticipated shuffling from inside.

“Bon!” She yells for a final effect.

The door finally creaked open and a weary looking girl in a disheveled white coat blinks at her, “What?” “Jesus, where’s Peppermint? You look like you haven’t showered in a week.” She blinks at her again, “I’m busy.” She opens her arms and grins, “You want to feed a runaway or what?” Bonnie groans and massages the bridge of her nose, she steps aside, “Again? Really?” Marceline shrugs and walks into the damp house, after all these years Marceline hadn’t figured out how Bonnie convinced her parents to let her live alone.

She whistles as she walks inside, “Seriously, where is Peppy? This place is a mess.” She puts her hands in her pockets and turns back to Bonnie who was closing the door.

She turns around with her hands on her hips, “I sent him away for the week so I wouldn’t have any distractions.” She seemed annoyed.

Marceline studied her face, “Is it science fair season again? What’s up?” Bonnie shook her head and took her by the elbow, “I do need a test subject though.” Marceline scowled, “Sandwich! Then you can prod and poke at all my bits.” Bonnie gave a half-smile, “Parabola. And a sandwich? You serious this time?” Marceline led herself into Bonnie’s kitchen, “As serious as the grave. I’m a drop-dead runaway this time.” She says as she puts her hand over her heart and tried not to smile.

“Pfft,” Bonnie opened her fridge with a disbelieving look, “Right, right, you live on the edge. Softie.”

“Why don’t you come over here and see how soft I am?” She flexed her (nonexistent) arm muscles and Bonnie rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see how long this lasts.” She mutters and takes out some expiration-dateless mayonnaise. She took out some questionable looking bologna and seemed able to make a sandwich as Marceline jumped onto a stool and swung her feet. Normally, she would offer to help, but Bonnie was very particular about all parts of this process.

Bonnie carefully stacked the ingredients and Marceline for once tried not to bother her as her little pink tongue stuck out in concentration. It was like a prima ballerina during her Big Moment. If the moment was a sandwich and she was a hyper-precise nerd.

“Mmmmm,” Bonnie hums and then exacts a piece of bread on the top, “There! Done. You’re welcome.” She stuck her chest and handed it to her, “Viola, runaway-abating nutrients.” Marceline snickered and held herself back from flicking her in the nose, “You are the bomb B.” She took the sandwich, “We should just get married and I’ll move into your crawlspace.” Bonnie’s face went a pink at that statement. They did have some things to talk about.

“Well, I need you well-fed for my tests,” She clapped her hands together, “And how do you feel about radiation poisoning?”

“Uhhh,” A piece of baloney hung out of her mouth after her first bite. “Bad? I think that’s a definitely bad.”

Bonnie tapped her chin and gestured for her to keep eating, “Alright. I’ll factor that in.” She took out a notepad from her waistband and jotted something down.

“A'ight.” Marceline eyes her slowly and then tries to savor the sandwich, despite some ambiguous freshness of some of the contents it was delicious. “But if you mess up my good jacket, I’m putting it on your bill.” She points to her red leather jacket- the good one.

Bonnie raises her eyebrows flatly, “Oh no no, your tab to me is much longer anyway.” “No!” She says with her mouthful, Bonnie laughs.

“My car.” She says with her hands on her hips.

Marceline lets a little laugh herself, “Okay. I see your point. But if I am about to ruin this jacket to radiation poison or somethun, give a girl something cool to be buried in.” “You should be fine...If all my calculations are correct.” She says slowly and itches her temple.

Marceline takes a last enormous bite of her sandwich and swallows it painfully, “Show me what’s up then Pink. What’s this years science fair?” Bonnie’s mouth became a hard-straight line, a little dent of worry formed on her brow. She gave low hum from her throat, it could almost be a growl.

“It’s, hmm,” Bonnie stroked her chin, “Come into the next room with me. I can explain it better.” Marceline eyebrows skyrocketed, “Whoa. The serious zone. The frown district. You never let me in your lab.” Marceline wobbled off the chair and watched Bonnie’s back.

“And yet you always go in there anyway.” She says with an unamused glance.

Marceline picked at her ear, “It’s the place to find you. Come on, I want to go into the doom dome.” Bonnie rolled her eyes and gestured at her, “Now. I don’t want you to say I’m overreacting, because, pfft, no, we all know it’s real.” Marceline blinked into the dim lights as they made into the huge side room, it was drafty and could almost feel her nose turn in on itself from the chemical smell. Bonnie turned on the fluorescents and Marceline rubbed at her sensitive eyes.

“Ugh,” She almost tripped on the first beacon on the floor before Bonnie catches her.

“These are just the calculations. The dome is in the next room.” Marceline rubbed at her eyes some more and then found herself staring at a wall’s worth of chicken-scratch calculations on a chalkboard. Her mouth falls open, “Bonnie,” She gulps, “What is this?” She watches her friend scratch her wrist, her brown eyes scanning the room. “It’s what it looks like Marcy.” She gestured to a metal hatch on the other side of the room, “Surviving the bomb.” Marceline’s eyes squinted at her, “Is this….about the apocalypse forum I made us join in 6th grade? Because that was only for a joke, Bonnie,” Her eyes softened, “What is this.” Bonnie sighed and her shoulders released, “They made it. The mushroom cloud bomb.” Marceline frowns, “We’ve had bombs before…” “You don’t understand.” Bonnie shook her head and a few bubblegum-pink hairs drifted in front of her face. “It’s real this time. I’ve seen the news, I,” She opened her mouth and closed, “It’s inevitable.”

Marceline's frown deepened and she got closer to her friend in order to hold her arm, “And here all I wanted to do was come over, eat your food and then maybe make out a little bit.” Her voice came out wooden, even to her. “And here you are trying to save the world.” Bonnie turned on her with a sad smile, “I’m not sure even I could do that.” She breathed in through her nose, “The mushroom bomb could blow off one fifth of our planet. It could ruin everything.” Marceline squeezed her arm, shifting uncomfortably in place. “Come on Bon,” She says weakly, “They say they have it under control.” Bonnie leaned back into her, “I hope so.” She says softly and closed her eyes, “I really hope so.” She didn’t believe her.

Marceline let Bonnie go, the other girl shaking her head as if to throw off the cobwebs and tying her hair back up more tightly, “Alright. I just need someone to sit in the capsule so I can measure human vitals within while I tinker with the amount of punishment this thing can take.” Bonnie says with That Look in her eye.

Marceline made a face, wrinkling her nose and exaggerating her features, “Before or after more food and makeouts?” “Remember my car?” She asks dully.

“Yeah?” “Then get in the capsule.” Marceline sighs and hangs her arms, she really had done a number on her car. She gets in the capsule.

They spend the rest of the day prodding Marceline and trying to put dents in the cast-iron dome of survival. Bonnie has a determined look in her pursed lips and Marceline doesn’t have the heart to ask too many questions.

Bonnie let’s her sleep on her couch, though the other girl doesn’t go to sleep herself and Marceline spends a restless night on the fine leather cushions. She slips away in the morning before sunrise, maybe she didn’t want to think about the end the world as much as she put on.

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Step 2: Buy her Oranges

Marceline was taking a very long walk. A walk to be remembered if you will. For a moment, she considered just keep going and never turn back, like some traveling starving artist. She could do all three of those things.

But her feet turned back toward Candy Street dipped behind the miles of city suburbs, trailing back to the large white house with all the windows boarded up to keep the sun out.

The door was open this time when she walks in and she can hear someone murmuring to themselves in the kitchen, Marceline heaves a deep sigh.

Bonnie was in front of the sink, mixing vials as her hair looked like it was ready to fall out. Marceline watched the light slash a strip across her nose and her eyes flash behind thick goggles. They stare at each other for a long moment.

“Problems?” She finally offers.

Bonnie shakes her head, “I’m going to the store in a moment.” She puts down her beakers, they seemed to be a dull grey in the light. “Come with?” Marceline raised her eyebrows, “You sure? We’ll be in public and everything.” Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Pep does all the shopping, so it’s been… awhile.” Marceline lets out a laugh and puts her guitar case down, “oh my God, you don’t know how to buy food.” She scowled at her, “I absolutely know how to buy food.” She crosses her arms across her chest, “You’re fired. Nevermind.”

“Fired?” She laughs again.

“Fired.”

Marceline put a hand around her shoulder, “You know how I got my last job back the first time?” “The one where you scarred all those kids with hand puppets? Sure.” Marceline winked, “I rehired myself the next day, let’s go.” She feels the prickle of Bonnie’s skin as they touch, it had been awhile. The other girl gathers her things and follows her dutifully out anyway.

“We only need a few things.” She was muttering again but Marceline was stretching in the clouded lowlights of the afternoon sun. “Milk, butter…”

“Jack and booze.” She glances over at her, “Those are the same thing.” “Jack and strippers.” She pushes on her shoulder, “Come on.” Bonnie was giggling, like she had never been 13 and found out the end of your elbow was called a ‘wenis’ and started cracking up. Like she had spent forever in that crowded empty house.

Marceline frowns up at the sky, “how’s the doom machine?” Bonnie shook her head, “As good as it gets.” She was squinting up, “I just need to make a protein drip so people can get nutrients in there.” “Gross.” Marceline says as she wrinkled her nose. “At least install netflix.” Bonnie hummed at that and wrote something down, Marceline just shook her head. They took Candy Street to Gingerbread Road and faced the nearest corner store with conviction. It had a sales sign in the corner window and no broken door hinges, so that was good.

They enter the cool insides and shiver a little bit, like entering a haunted walmart on its worst days. Marceline’s eyes drag over the quiet aisles, the water bottle section had already been ransacked and people were still buying as many canned goods as possible. They didn’t have any soup for miles.

Of course, there were the holdouts. The people running shops that still got shipments and old guys who said they had seen worse buying Times Magazine at the front. Life churned on like it still believed in itself.

They wander over to the produce section just as Bonnie glanced at her again.

“You should talk to your dad,” She picked up an egg carton and started inspecting them like they were on an oval-shaped diamond heist.

Marceline scoffs, “Yeah. Right.” “I’m serious,” she seems to find a satisfactory egg combination and put it in her cart. “You may regret it otherwise.”

Marceline blows air out of her nose, “he’s an ass. I’m not suddenly having some heartfelt father-daughter talk with him.” She kicks the closest fruit stand.

Bonnie start to pile her basket brimming with apples and oranges, “I’m just saying,” she clucks, “it might be good to air it all out.” “Yeah, sure, thanks for being a non-existent dead beat for seventeen years. I’ll write you in the afterlife.” She waved her hand in the air and turned to maybe stomp off somewhere.

Bonnie put a hand on her shoulder, “it’s alright.” She sounded like she was trying to soothe a spooked horse. “I’m sure he knows.” Marceline hung her head for a second, she started to pick up some stray cucumbers and toss them in with the others moodily.

“You talk to your folks?” Her mouth was still a hard line. “Yeah.” Bonnie smoothed her hair down. “They’re in some bunker.”

The look on Bonnie’s face told Marceline that the other girl did not think that bunker would work. Marceline sighs, “you really think this going to go down?” She frowns, “that this it?” She looks around, it was still a shop and still a city and some teenage boy was still trying to hit on the cashier while shuffling his feet at the front.

Bonnie shrugs and turns away, “you know what I think.”

They meander through the store, picking up whatever was left and making their way to the registers.

Marceline takes her wallet from her as they go, “watch the master at work.” Marceline teases, flapping the wallet in the air, trying to buoy their mood again.

“Oh please.”

“A shiny plastic card,” she slips it into the slot, “right in there. Bullseye. It’s like I was born to buy you oranges.” Bonnie flicks her, “This is why you were fired.” “And rehired.” They gather up all their perishable foods that hadn’t been picked over and hold hands on the way home. Her hand was dry and chemical stained, but it felt tangible and real right then.

Bonnie said she was still too busy to meet her in the backroom, even after Marceline added a ‘if you know what I mean’ at the end. Marceline shrugs and takes the long way home. She leaves a note for her dad on the fridge: find somewhere safe.

Sometimes she wished she had torn it up instead.

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Step Three: Night Cap

It happened in the middle of the night, the streets had been empty for hours and she hears the first wheeze of a voice on the other end.

She hadn’t been sleeping, but she hadn’t been not sleeping either. Her phone buzzes obnoxiously, like it wanted to shake itself off her bedside table to freedom. She hears a shaking breath on the other side, she swings her feet off the bed, “I’m coming.” She yanks on her 3-day old jeans and starts down the stairs like a normal person this time. Even if she doesn’t take the fire escape, she imagined it was still cool.

She found someone’s bike deserted on their lawn and pedals all the way across town and through the stream of traffic that honked and beeped at her as she went.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not even moving!” She gets a couple pointed words in her direction and ends up swerving through the moonlight traffic toward the cul de sac.

She doesn’t bother to knock as she enters the house again and takes the stairs two at a time. “Bonnie?” She listens carefully and treads her familiar path to her room, “Bonnibel.”

“Here,” she hears a faint voice and opens the door, the silver light fills the room as Bonnie had ripped those boards off the windows it seemed.

She was sitting on her bed with a black wrap around her arm and she held something up. Marceline quirked an eyebrow up, she was measuring her blood pressure.

She runs a hand through her hair and sits down on the bed across from her, “hey.”

“Hey.” She says softly back and goes back to check the numbers on the gauge.

Marceline tips her head to the side, “want a smoke?” She gives me a decided Look, “this is the impression you get from this?”

“You’re stressed,” she gives a half-smile, “anymore worked up and may start to form wrinkles.” They both chuckle to themselves at that, she looks back up, “it’ll ruin your teeth.” She almost goes to roll her eyes, “there goes my beauty pageant career.” She says flatly.

She snorts, “oh, fudge off.” I cackle softly, “fudge? Really?” Her cheeks heat up, visibly tinted in the light, “you know we had...rules in my house.”

Marceline sighs and reaches over to take her hand, “fine. You can have all the fudge you like.” Bonnie looked ready to bite her. “I don’t even think it would ruin you beauty pageant chances.”

“I’ll build a catheter on stage for the talent portion,” she says dryly and rubs at her nose. She takes off the armband.

Marceline leans over and their breaths mix, “I’d vote for you.” She shyly tries to take her hand, her heart now thumping loudly in her throat, “I think you’re the prettiest girl left.”

“Left?” They both wince at that.

“Left, or right, of the entire solar system,” Marceline tries to salvage it with a mischievous look.

“Don’t be cheesy,” she laughs and Marceline makes a kissy face at her.

“Come on,” she brushes her pink strands of hair back, “I won’t tell anyone.”

She reached over and held the back of her head, “like you didn’t brag about it on the school news bulletin board the first time.”

She puffs her cheeks out, “there was a lot to brag about.” “Shut up,” she leans over and the kiss is slow and damp, her cheeks were slightly wet and the moonlight hit the bed like an air raid spotlight.

Her mouth is honey sweet, she was very particular about dental hygiene and Marceline’s thoughts slowed and halted as she drew her closer.

She leans her back in the bed and they kiss for a long long moment before curling up around each other.

The wind whistles through the broken window boards and she closes her eyes. A machine beeps below, but so does the rest of the world.

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Step 4: Try to be Okay

“Maybe I’ll see you again,” she held her hand tightly, eyes watering. They said you’d be able to smell it before anything else, acidic with a cloying burn.

They were caught outside, she guessed that’s how it always is. Paces away from your own home after trying to get bandages, without warning or time to tie your shoelaces or make a funny face.

Bonnie squeezes her hand back, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” “It’s not your fault,” she says it gently, throatily, rolling over on the ground to face her. “It could never be.” “I didn’t-” “You did.” She kisses her cheek.

Bonnie kisses her back, “Meet me again.” She can only nod, “Whenever you want.”

“Meet me again.” They close their eyes and the slow-moving toxic fog envelops the world around them.

#bubbline #adventure time #Princess Bubblegum #marceline #bubbline fic #warning: death

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ABCs for the Dwarphen

I’ll answer these for her as she will appear in EoE

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

She’s always been a fairly good runner, and when she first was taken in by Xo, she took her mother’s bow from her home. So she’s been doing that since around four or so.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Professional archery in a sense, helping Xo run their brewery business, and now in her job as a bounty hunter.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

When she was a little kid still travelling with Xo, she had trouble distinguishing which forest berries or plants were safe to eat, and up until her job now she has people watching her telling what to eat and what’s safe. She’s had to learn how to learn recognizes which foods are safe to eat and which ones are poisonous.

4. what things are they bad at?

*Xo voice* Eating any fucking green food. But in all seriousness, she’s bad at keeping track of time. She could think she’s running around town for just three hours until Xo is coming after her in tears because she actually been gone for ten.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Archery by far. She made a name for herself in her skills years ago, which is how they were able to reunite with Xo.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Dark brown, very close to black.

2. what is their eye color?

Dark brown.

3. how tall are they?

3′5

4. how old are they?

5. how much do they weigh?

130 lbs

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Criss cross, or with one leg cross over the other.

2. in what position do they sleep?

She’s used to sleeping either straight up and down to conserve space or in fetal position.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Dressing in just pajama pants and shorts and falling asleep to the sound of rain while listening to music play. She doesn’t get a ton of those.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Chile con Queso. She remembers her birth mom giving it to her when she was a baby and it’s the only thing she has left to connect with her birth family.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Xochitl by far. There’s a lot of thing she has to thank them for, but helping her through her trauma is definitely the biggest. They’ll just hold her and braid her hair and sing to her.

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

First of all, she’d choose to live in a tree house that sprawled across the tree tops, but if she had to live in a normal house, she would still choose one close to nature with lots of house plants and little critters running about.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Listen, Yaretzi is a 13 year old girl. Do you really think she’s not going to want to give her kids the coolest room ever where your room is a treehouse and the floor looks like grass? On top of that she would give all her kids stuffed animals of woodland creatures because she’s that dedicated to theme.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

She just recently got her own room (though she still sleeps in Xo’s bed a lot) but it’s fairly small and has her bed in one corner with a sad attempt at a canopy by Xo, a small shelf that has all of her dolls and book, and small desk that has a little notebook that Xo bought her for her birthday.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

At home she wears a similar shirt to Xo (off the shoulder white peasant blouse) and a long flowy skirt, but in the field she wears dark trousers, her blouse, a thick overcoat, and a bandana of some kind to keep her hair out of her face.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

She likes painting her nail, but putting on makeup reminds her of being forced to wear makeup for her slave family.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Pretty much. She’s usually very honest with her personality, which means that you will know firsthand whether she likes you or not.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

She did it as a slave to stay safe and not cause waves, but Yaya has a free spirit that doesn’t really care if people think she’s out there.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

She’s like her mom and simply doesn’t give a fuck what others think and does her own thing. She only follows trends if her life’s in danger.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Nah, she’s more likely to run outside and play in literal mud than go on the internet, if it existed.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it outon their own?

Usually what you see is what you get, so the personality she displays is how she really is.

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

Run in the woods barefoot and try to climb the tallest tree. But if she is confined to the city, she actually really loves pulling pranks on her family and friends. It helps when your best friend is a bear.

2. what is their ideal party?

Everyone in their pajamas playing charades or Never Have I Ever/Truth or Dare. She is a fan of party games.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Xo, her Uncle Tarel, and Auntie Ellie.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Yeah. Most of what she does for fun is legal and it’s only her job that’s technically illegal. She’s more willing to follow rules than Xo is.

5. do they go out a lot?

Out to party, no, but she definitely leaves the house just to wander around the woods.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

She has the most beautiful curly hair you’ve ever seen. Both she and Xo like brushing it out.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

She has the cutest, innocent laugh and laughs with her entire body just because she’s so openly, honestly her. If she likes you, she will let you know and love you til the end.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

She is that little sister you always wanted to have and will strive to protect you as long as she lives.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

There’s not really a part of her she dislikes physically, except maybe be a little taller because no one takes her seriously as a 3′0 dwarf.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

She does wish she was a little older like her family because they allowed to do whatever they want without supervision, and although she loves Xochitl more than life itself, she wishes she could go her own path without worrying about giving Xo a heart attack every time she falls from a tree.

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Cold. She likes being a blanket burrito and cuddling next to either her mom or a bear.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Summer. It’s when more people are out shopping and usually it’s the season where she gets more offers at her job. And since it’s festival season, Xo usually has to pay more attention to their customers than her.

3. do they like the snow?

She didn’t get to experience it a lot since a lot of her childhood was spent down south, but the few times she did experienced it, she loved it. There was once a particularly bad snowstorm in her current town and she and Xo made snowpeople and had a snowball fight. Of course Xo let her win the snowball fight even though against anyone else they are ruthless.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Running in the forest for hours barefoot or climbing trees. She likes feeling tall.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Drinking spiced hot chocolate.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

Bisexual

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

No, she never really thought about it and just thought she’d get a crush when she was ready.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

No, she’s always been comfortable in her gender.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Absolutely. Their mom is a nonbinary pansexual dwarf, and honestly there is little she could do that Xo would be mad at her for.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

She didn’t come out in the traditional sense. She asked Xo about who they liked and when they said they liked all kinds of people, Yaretzi nodded and said that she does to. Xo was very accepting of her daughter and her relationships, on the one stipulations that she doesn’t date a fucking bard. Because her experience with Arzan was enough to scar them for life.

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

Being in the woods, archery, and listening to her family’s stories.

2. who makes them happy?

Xochitl, Buttons, and her friends at her last job.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

If modern music existed, it would be ‘Whatever it Takes’ by Imagine Dragons, and ‘Renegades’ by X Ambassadors.

4. are they happy often?

Yeah, for the most part. She’s a bit saltier than she should be at that age, but she’s not flat out sad.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Archery and being out in the wilderness.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

Nope, if she did it would have been right after she was kidnapped, but she was too young to think about death.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

Only in passing, but the thought always left her mind before she could really think about murder.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

The slavers who kidnapped her, (she technically did kill her owner without punishment), and anyone who ever upsets her mom.

4. who would miss them if they died?

It has been proven that Xo would be broken beyond repair, and Yaretzi knows that Xo’s friends would probably be sad too.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Honestly, probably the family that she used to serve as a slave under.

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

Blueberries. Once she got sick by eating too many blueberries.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Kiwis. They make her mouth hurt.

3. are there any foods they hate?

Pretty much any and all vegetables, especially mushrooms.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Tree nuts. Which in her line of work, sucks.

5. what is their favorite food?

Chile Con Queso, and pretty much anything spicy.

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

She’s too young to think about having children, but she wouldn’t mind raising a kid when she’s much, much older, and wouldn’t mind either gender.

2. how many children do they want?

Depending if she had someone to help, max four.

3. would they be a good parent?

Yeah, she’d try her best to find the medium between strict and laidback, kinda like Xo has done (Xo honestly is a great parent, Yaya just can’t be contained).

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

She’d definitely name her sons after the two men who helped her most in her life: Teodulo, her father, or Revan, the man that helped her escape slavery (and possibly Tarel). For daughters, she’d name after her mom, Valentina, her little sister, Pacifica, her current mom Xo, or even her Auntie Ellie.

5. would they adopt?

It’s how she was able to find Xo, so absolutely.

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Actively betray her mom. There was nothing you could offer her that would make her go against Xo.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

She wants to befriend a panther or another big cat. She’d probably die, but she’d die happy.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Keep slaves obviously, and also dislike animals. What’s to hate about animals? They’re perfection in tiny furry bodies.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

When she was at her first job as a free person, she was riding a horse while standing and trying to shoot at a target, and the horse got spooked and bucked, her, making her dive head first into horse shit. She was seven years old.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Kill people.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

She’s usually optimistic, even if it’s hidden under a snarky tone. Despite the trauma that Yaya’s faced, she finds the future hopeful.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

Nah, she keeps her optimism to herself unless someone asks for it. She’s all for people following their own philosophy.

3. are they good at giving advice?

She tries her best, but she’s 13 and all the people in her life are at least in their late 30s at best and at worst like mid 100s. But because she’s pragmatic, the advice tends to be sound.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Probably Auntie Breda. She agreed with Xo when they said that Breda was one of the most optimistic people that Xo had ever met. And she is glad for it, since the rest of Xo’s friends tend to be on the angstier side.

5. were they always optimistic?

Yeah, it’s been her personal philosophy since childhood with her birth parents that there is always something better in the future, so it’s important not to lose hope. While that has helped her look on the bright side of things, it kinda worked backwards because now Yaretzi is never content and that is the biggest reason why she tries to work for something more.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

It actually probably would be her youthful attitude and optimism because god knows that Xo isn’t optimistic.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Brutal honesty. If she doesn’t like you, she will let you know and you will know it in an instant.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Xo loves her endless energy and optimism, and of course her cheekiness and sass.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Xo envies their daughter’s ability to be honest and love herself completely (though they wouldn’t have it any other way).

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

She dislikes people who hide their true feelings and put up a front just to get people to like them.

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

Yeah, mainly from Xochitl or any of her other family. She usually only asks for help from someone she trusts.

2. do they ask questions in class?

Yes, just so she can do her tasks perfectly and not get in trouble. She was very dedicated to not making mistakes so no one would yell at her or punish her.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

She will just because she thinks she doesn’t have anything to hide, but she won’t want to answer it.

4. do they ask weird questions?

Yeah. When she was little and just met Arzan and Mae, she asked them if they know where their earholes go because they don’t have earlobes. She also asked Tarel why he doesn’t have hair on one half of his head (Xo answered that it was because Buttons’ mom at the other half)

5. are they curious?

Yeah, it’s about 90% of why she gets in trouble with Xo. Xo of course understands that kids should be able to run around and get dirty, but they’re still dealing with the trauma of losing Yaretzi twice when she was a little kid.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

She tries to. When she was a slave she followed the rules as close as she could so she wouldn’t get punished, and now she wants to be as good as a child as she can for Xochitl, but she does lies in order to do her job.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Given how Xo struggles to keep the line between letting their child live her life and keeping a close eye so she doesn’t go missing again, Yaretzi thinks she’d be a laid back parent but still be open in case her child wants to talk to her about stuff that’s bothering them.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

Only once, when she snuck out of the house to try to go to a festival that was happening a town over. She knew that Xo wouldn’t let her go because it was winter and there was storm coming that would be brutal, but she had enough faith for herself to go. Of course, she got caught in the storm and Xo barged in like an angry mother to come save her and Yaya had seen that rage at those who tried to harm her, but had never seen it directed at her. Of course, Yaya got sick and wasn’t allowed to leave the house for three weeks.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

She regrets breaking the above because she feels extremely guilty about using Xo’s trust in her against them.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

She hated the work she had to do as a slave. As far as roles went, it was all menial work and the other slaves made sure she didn’t get anything that would pout her in danger, but she can’t just understand why slavery is a thing.

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

One of the many Xo’s taught her is that the world is full of both very bad and very good people, but you never know who is which when you meet them. So always be wary.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Every time she goes out, she tries to. She keeps most if it so she and Xo can feed themselves, but at least 10% of her money she tries to give out.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

No, she’s always been a good runner and a smart girl that if she senses danger, she will run the other way.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

No, she’s always had people to look out for her, unless you count when she was kidnapped and sold into slavery.

5. are they cautious when out?

Absolutely. It’s one of the few rules Xo has for her along with ‘Always be back before sundown’, ‘Never go with anyone no matter what they say they have’, and ‘Always beat Tarel at anything involving accuracy just so I can tease him later’.

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

She’s usually brutally honest, unless she’s lying to save someone (or lying to Xo about what she really does all day). But for the most part she will say exactly what’s on her mind whether that’s good or bad.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Oh yeah. Girl was taught to be kind, but wary of everyone, so she has a +6 to insight. If she thinks you’re bullshitting her, she will find out.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

Not really. Probably to people who are naturally distrusting she would be found out quick, but in the case of lying to Xo, she knows that her mom cares so much about her that they’d believe just about anything she told them just because they believe she has never done anything wrong in her life, ever.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

She doesn’t necessarily regret lying to Xo about her job, but she does feel incredibly guilty about it because if her mom knew how her little Yaya was getting them bills, they’d probably have a heart attack.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

Not really. She’s been lucky that most stuff about her life has been kept secret. Xo wants the both of them to live in as much anonymity as possible, and so far that hasn’t been an issue.

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

Definitely, especially in both the places where she was forced to work as a slave.

2. have they bullied anyone?

Nah, Yaya knows how detrimental bullying can be and vows not to do it to anyone. Except possibly Uncle Tarel because she’s just that niece.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

When she was kidnapped by the slavers, she got tackled to the ground and nearly choked out.

4. have they ever been doubted?

When she worked for her first slave family and escaped, the people she left with just planned on having her work in organizational work but then saw how stellar she was at archery.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

She surprised almost everyone at being and archer prodigy. Also being good at murder?

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

Nah, she’s got a stomach of steel. She’s worked with enough animals and their shit to keep any food down.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Nope. The only type of sicknesses Yaretzi gets usually is sniffles and head colds.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

She’s decent at it. She tried comforting her sister when she had the plague that eventually killed Yaya’s entire family, but since then she’s usually been the youngest everywhere she went, so never really had the practice.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

When she gets head colds, she really likes Xo making her soup or cider and just being tucked in and hugged.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

She usually does little burps when vomiting. She hates it.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

Xo makes sure that she does, and when she was living with her past caretakers before she and Xo were reunited, they all took her under their wing and made sure she drank enough water.

2. have they learned to swim?

When she was with her previous job, when there was a free day, the people she worked with would teach her how to swim in the nearby stream.

3. do they like to swim?

She likes swimming in the ponds and lakes in the forest, but she really only does it to bathe because she doesn’t like swimming alone.

4. can they dive?

Nah, she’s got the fear of what if she gets stuck upside down.

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

She can, just not for long.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

R&B and anything with a strong bass guitar.

2. do they have a favorite song?

“Rude Boy’ by Rihanna.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

If modern music existed, Destiny’s Child or Rihanna.

4. can they sing well?

Her birth mom was a great singer and passed that talent along to Yaya. She doesn’t show it off that much, but it’s enough that one of the things Xo always praises her about (besides everything) is her singing.

5. can they rap?

Girl loves R&B, you bet your ass that the baby dwarphan can rap.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

18. She was made at the same time as Xochitl.

2. what inspired you to create them?

I wanted Xo to have a “Lee and Clementine” relationship, and thus the dwarfin was born.

3. were they different when they were first created?

I mean, in the sense that she developed as a person as she grew up, but how I intended her to be, not really. I wanted her to be more idealistic as a small child and be more realist and hardened as she grew up. She’s still definitely more idealistic than Xo is, but she’s a salted caramel.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

I haven’t really done much with Yaya, but I do love her as a character. I really like playing with child characters because they’re not super mature but they can be major ass kickers.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

She just wants her mom to be happy and not have to worry about her. But by striving to fix that, she ends up making Xo worry about her more because of how dangerous Yaretzi’s job is.

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

Deer. She likes watching them in the forest when she’s working.

2. do they like animals?

She loves animals. Her mom’s a druid and at a lot of her previous jobs she had to work with animals.

3. cats or dogs?

Doggos. She loves big animals and like Xo, feels at peace when surrounded by animals.

4. what’s their dream pet?

She’s not going to lie, she thinks it’d be rad to have a tiger as a pet. At her old just they had a couple tigers and she loved spending time with them and feeding them.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

She has Buttons the direbear (no longer a cub anymore), but Xo insists on Yaretzi calling Buttons her sister.

#imaturtlebug #Yaretzi #eyes of eutaria #my characters

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that-one-support · 8 years ago

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rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

tagged by @banes-and-nobles

1. coke or pepsi: Hate fizzy juice so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 2. disney or dreamworks: Disney 3. coffee or tea: Coffee <3 4. books or movies: Basically never read so movies! :^) 5. windows or mac: Windows 6. dc or marvel: Marvel because of their movies and Wiccan/Hulkling 7. x-box or playstation: PS4 boiiii 8. dragon age or mass effect: Never played either, own the ME trilogy tho

9. night owl or early riser: Night time best time 10. cards or chess: Blackfive is my shit 11. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate 12. vans or converse: Neither tbh vans I guess 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Okay I googled this and Dragon Age came up so Im guessing its to do with that 14. fluff or angst: Idk what this is either :^) 15. beach or forest: Beach <3 Less Creepy Crawlies and More Half Naked guys (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) 16. dogs or cats: Doges <3 17. clear skies or rain: Light Rain <3 but fuck heavy rain 18. cooking or eating out: Cooking? I think, I hate cooking but my food is good soo 19. spicy food or mild food: Not too spicy because im White™ 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Halloween now that I’m older, but years ago it’d be Christmas :^) 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold so my future hubby can cuddle me to keep me warm (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) 22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: Time Control, Teleporting or Shapeshifting. 23. animation or live action: Animation 24. paragon or renegade: Im so uncultured 25. baths or showers: Showers because I dont have a bath :^) 26. team cap or team ironman: Steeeeeeeeve 27. fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy <3 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: Uhhh theyre probably all One Piece quotes lol “ When do you think people die? When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol? No. When they are ravaged by an incurable disease? No. When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!? No! It’s when... they are forgotten.” - Dr Hiluluk

“Miracles only happen to those who never give up.” - Emporio Ivankov

“It’s never a crime to exist.” - Franky

29. youtube or netflix: YouTube for music since I don’t really watch things 30. harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter for plot. But Percy was cute 31. when you feel accomplished: I honestly don’t even know... 32. star wars or star trek: Star Wars but Im not that into it 33. paperback books or hardback books: Paperback because they’re not annoying and cumbersome 34. horror or rom-com: Rom-Com <3 Hate Horror sooo 35. tv shows or movies: Usually Tv show 36. favorite animal: PANGOLIN 37. favorite genre of music: Trashy Pop Music, Club Music, Kpop, lots of other songs... basically anything not slow or sad. 38. least favorite book: ehhhh dk 39. favourite season: Summer \(^_^)/ because my birthday is in it and Im not usually as unwell during that time of year 40. song that’s currently stuck in your head: Knock Knock, TT, Cheer Up and Ooh Ahh - Twice 41. what kind of pajamas’s do you wear: Shirt and Jogger Bottoms <3

42. do you enjoy drawing mandalas: I don’t draw to save my life. (I didnt even change this answer but Im glad Im not the only non artistic person on tumblr)

43. would you rather only be able to listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only be able to listen to a song once and then never again:

First one because all pop music is the same anyway 8)

44. Poros or Quaggans?: I play league and have never played GW but Quaggans are a lot cuter imo

45. Tank/Healer/DPS? Healer (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Tagging: @dorian-mode @commanderbutts @a-little-mystical

TAG YOURSELVES IF YOU LIKE. And if you don’t want to do it then don’t.

#IDK IM JUST HAPPY I GOT TAGGED IN SOMETHING #self #?#me

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sorayahigashikata · 6 years ago

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Chapter 45

#Paula reads SBR #Chapter 45 #...I'm not feeling it #maybe God did take the wrong son #Steel Ball Run spoilers #Part 7 spoilers

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mykatesingh-blog · 7 years ago

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On Fridays, I take my 5-year-old to Fox Walkers in Nevada City. I’m a homeschooler and I’m creating and foraging for classes that will teach him to appreciate Mother Earth and make friends from like-minded families. This class is out in the woods and teaches the 4 elements of earth and Native American ways. They do all sorts of great stuff like hike, track animals, analyze skeet, finding clay and making things (he tried making me a coffee cup, God bless that boy), sit around fires and sing, play drums, get dirty, build things out of sticks. Perfect for a boy. Arjan already has two friends named Oliver and Durin. He is learning the art of storytelling and singing. This is real school as far as I’m concerned.

We are a strange family, I’m part modern and get the itch to shop just like everyone else. The other side of my personality is green and sustainable, old-fashioned and crazy frugal. I’m conservative and a hippy tree hugger. I’m working on balancing this out. One thing I have made peace with is that I just can’t shop at the box stores or Walmarts any longer. They represent all the many things I find disappointing with this new age. Not to mention I feel I need a spiritual scrub down and exorcism each time I leave that store. There is a certain crowd that gathers at that watering hole and they scare me when I think the group represents modern times. Of course, there are the grandmothers and me that bring balance but there is only so much we can do.

I’m a Libra at heart and I love all that is lovely and quaint. I love the old Victorian because back then homes and products were made to last and made charming and sweet. Look at old homes with the details or the old parts of town that were made for walking and gathering. Old buildings shadowed by the ugly, cold steel and cement of the modern skyrise. So sad.

Anyway, let’s talk shop. I prefer the local health food coops for their cozy, wholesome and sustainable feel. I have found one in Grass Valley so when I drop Arjan off in the forest with his Fox Walkers group, Sammy and I go to the Briar Patch Coop and get our drinks, his cocoa, and my soy latte, and we do all the weeks shopping. I love the cozy lights, the smell of sprouts, yeast, and lavender, the healthy customers that look like they will be taking a morning hike after they purchase their carrots and granola.

Sammy and I explore new vegetables and find the best apples. I’m an apple connoisseur. We collected different colored and shaped pumpkins to decorate with. He gets a free banana or apple of his choice on the house and we have a produce man that is a celebrity to us since the boys saw his photo on the website. We love his french carrots and eat bags of them like a horse.

After the shopping that we go about like a tourist, we select delectables from the deli and bakery. When we’ve paid for all our goods we sit in the cafe by the window and dine together. Sammy and I discuss deep topics such as why one doesn’t put pepper on their lemon poppyseed muffin and that goes for salt as well. I attempt to read the San Francisco Chronicle that has made it all the way up there in the forest town. I am instantly disgusted and turn back to the discussion of the real purpose of salt and pepper. That is a much more satisfying topic. We then put the groceries in the truck and take a walk with our drinks to take pictures of fall foliage and walk a trail that leads to the local college and collect pine cones on the way.

This is a very fun time for us and we look forward to every Friday. Who would think that grocery shopping could be so lovable?

Now, shopping at the local health food store or coop can be very pricey. Everything is organic and natural and it ain’t easy growing food and making products without the aid of chemicals. It’s labor intensive. That is why it cost more. Read The Dirty Life by Kristin Kimball and you’ll have a great appreciation for real food.

Why pay those crazy prices? Because food and products made organically means that nothing was poisoned and ruined and destroyed or killed beyond recognition with hideous poisons that are proven to cause cancers and other diseases that we are always “fighting”. This fight against cancer could be cut very short if we actually removed the root of the problem. For example, recently it has been determined that yes, Round Up causes cancer. You would think they would have a worldwide emergency round up of this Round-Up and ban it completely and promptly. No, they just put a small label on it so your dingy neighbor will probably still spray the hell out of his yard and the fumes and runoff will come into your healthy yard. Stupid. But let’s get out there in pink t-shirts and march against cancer. Hey, why don’t we march against corporate farming, Monsanto, and Round Up and similar chemicals? Would that be too forward?

When you pay the extra money you pay for healthy soil, clean water, clean air, healthy ecosystems, healthy birds, bees, and farm workers. You pay for no cancer and disease which saves you so much time, pain, money, doctors visits, and your families hardship in the end. Wow, put that way it seems like not that much to pay.

The other great benefit is that organic food, free range, grass fed, cruelty-free, old-fashioned farmed food tastes great!

I hear all the time “but when people are poor they just want to fill their bellies”. I get that and there are times you just can’t do all that organic and free-range feeding. However, when you eat real food loaded with nutrition, it does fill you up and you are less hungry. When you are eating dollar burgers or mac and cheese you are getting fatter but feel hungry all the time because your body isn’t getting any real nutrition to actually work with. That is another long health and nutrition dialogue and I am bored already.

Here is how you take that small coin purse or EBT card and make it happen. And yes, I have done the coop on an EBT card.

First, you join the coop because you will get discounts and can do a lot of wholesale bulk purchasing. You can volunteer a few hours now and then to get a 10% discount and they have sales all the time.

I joined for $10 every 6 months until I pay off $200. I just ordered some Quorn Turkey roast (faux turkey made out of mushrooms) in a case and saved so much. Usually, it’s $9.99 a roast but with the wholesale case and discount, I got it for around $5.55 a roast. You can order bulk beans, rice, flour and so on. You save 30% to 50% when it’s all totaled up.

Eating very clean helps. If you eliminate the snacks and healthy junk food you save. If you cook from scratch you save big time. I purchased tortillas out of sheer laziness the other day and it was $6 for a pack of those flour delights. I could make 3 packs for $1 at home. Lesson learned…again.

When you only buy rice, beans, flour, wheat, produce in season…you spend very little. You can buy bulk and choose the brown rice that is the least expensive. Pintos are the cheapest and think of all the bread and tortillas you can make from a 25 lb bag of flour and wheat. You can even make your own pasta easily. That’s next on my bucket list.

If you love your meat and eggs and dairy then get the loose eggs. Some stores have a bowl of eggs. You bring your own carton. Get whole chickens. A whole chicken can last a family a week. We don’t need to eat all that meat. In the old days and in other countries meat is a garnish, not the whole meal. Move over Adkins we need to de-clog that heart valve.

Dairy is not something I recommend. My son used to get all sorts of ear infections until I cut it out. Both my sons had chronic and mucusy colds all the winter long. Now they get sick a day in the Fall. Butter is a luxury. Use sparingly or learn to use vegetable stock or make your own bone broth from the leftover chicken carcass. This is for simmering.

You may say, “rice, beans, wheat? How boring?” No, no senora or senor or senorita! I can’t even list what you can do with these main items. Just get a bag of onions, tons of garlic and some olive oil and sea salt and you will be a chef in no time.

Potatoes. God, I love the spud. French fries (baked of course), baked, au gratin, casseroles, soups, hash browns, country fries…

I’ll write another blog on “what to do with boring foods”.

With produce in season, you can whip up amazing salads, snack on fruit. Eating with the seasons is more flavorful and smart. God knew what he was doing when he made oranges ripe in the winter. Baked squash and corn in the cold weather…yummy!

You can also start growing your own food and raise a few hens. That supplements. A fruit tree in the front yard? seeds and trees and hens are cheap and give you food for years. And that doesn’t get any more organic than that.

I’ll be back with more ideas and tips as I master this coop business.

How to do all your shopping at your local health food store on a tight budget. And why it’s a great idea. On Fridays, I take my 5-year-old to Fox Walkers in Nevada City. I'm a homeschooler and I'm creating and foraging for classes that will teach him to appreciate Mother Earth and make friends from like-minded families.

#how to save at the healthy food coop #how to save with bulk buying #how to shop at the health food stores on a budget #shopping at good stores with very little money #supporting the local food coop

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wolcenvescor-blog · 8 years ago

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Mirror in the Stone

so here is my complete love history 25+ years, no embellishments or falsities, hopefully i have left nothing out though i dont think i shall, names are all changed.

The first love i can recall was called Snail, in the 4th grade. She was the nicest girl in the class, everyone was her friend. She had awkwardly thick glasses and a sad smile. I told her years later that she was my first crush and she said but i was so ugly. she gave me a worn-out stuffed animal for my birthday one year, the best birthday present ive ever gotten.

The second was at the beginning of 7th grade, i met a girl named Tiger. She had beautiful green eyes which she frequently thrust in my face and made me very flustered. She had a great enthusiasm for everything, almost like a desperate passion. She held my hand but withdrew quickly.

I said not to leave anything out, but what follows is a bit of a mess of connections for one reason or another.

The third was Kitty. I would remain in limerence of Kitty for a number of years, during which she and i dated and broke up with several people and in between she sent me (and i no doubt sent her) confusing signals. Kitty was a lefty guitarist who wore short skirts and mismatched argyle socks. She lived partly in dreams and i felt she thought a lot like me. We always seemed to create something when we were together. When she looked at me, i felt she really looked at me. When she was not looking at me it felt awful. I wanted more. I made a beautiful thing for her. It was lost.

in 8th grade i kissed a girl named Wolfcharm. She called me after that and I couldn’t return her affections.

similarly i dated Wasp for about a week, a large loving boy who called me “baby.”

i dated a girl named Eagledog who would rough me about and later joined the marines. i “dumped” her for my best friend, who was ALSo dating her at the time and dumped her also straight after.

I did mention i was still in limerence of Kitty?

After that i had a brief connection with a boy named Tarantula, to whom i told my dark secrets, as he told me his. I had told him i could not stop thinking about him, which was true. we brought about catharsis in each other briefly, just through the talking, and crying. he was arrested soon after that and i never saw him again.

There was a boy i dated briefly in the first year of high school called Stork, and i was too nervous and broke it off quickly.

i had a brief encounter with Duck, who i have known a long time, but while she was in limerence of me when i was a child, we did not want to pursue it either of us.

And then there was Mongoose, who i will get back to later. Mongoose and i did mushrooms together and performed an odd mating ritual that collapsed into some kind of nightmare mythology. It fell apart and I continued my limerence of Kitty, until my best friend suggested i move on from both her and Mongoose with the seemingly-sweet Marmoset.

Marmoset was actually a nightmare. He lured me in with x and fast chemicals, he was high constantly and constantly trying to get me high. I was going to move in with my friends in a city we’d decided, with money they’d saved. I was going to get any wage job i could get. Marm decided to tag along. Did nothing. After i failed to hold a job and eating nothing but potatoes, and after Marm had already gone back to his parents, imploring me to return, i moved back home.

I moved in with my best friend, who was pregnant.

it didn’t work out. it never did and i kept trying to tell her that we could not live together. during that time i worked packing SPICE, getting it all over my hands, absorbing it through my skin. it was a good thing, too, bc when an Evil Person (i will call him Jackalope) DOSED me & Mongoose with massive amounts of the horrid chemical, i probably would have died if i hadn’t had already developed a tolerance. no one believed that it was deliberate. i FELT what Jackalope was, my subconscious warned me. even, a week after he dosed us, when he got arrested for trying to kill someone with a knife, no one believed me.

i left there.

My sister, the evil Marmoset, and i moved into an apartment together. He got me a job at his parents’ work, which made good money, except when your "boy-friend” spends it on cocaine and hits you. this went on for a while, more than i thought possible. i believed it was not intentional, that it was “sleep-violence.” he convinced me of that. my dreams were always telling me to get out. my sister did not know. even when my other two sisters effectively moved into my tiny apartment with me, they did not know. it was secret violence. mind-violence. i needed to get away.

During this time, my best friend gave birth to my niece.

i was still in limerence of Kitty, and attempted to use her to get away from Marmoset. when that didn’t work, I used Moth, who was a person who showed up at my door, a friend of my sister’s, who came into my apartment as i was painting alone and listened to my problems at length. He convinced me to go with him, he said it would be ok, it would just be for a little while. I did. Moth was another nightmare, but i escaped much more quickly, emotionally, mentally, physically. he did hurt me but he helped me as well, no credit is due. anyone who would have helped me get away would have helped.

i walked to another city, just walked, Moth was there but he was silent, i was in pain for not being used to walking, but did not want to show it, Moth just kept going and going. i was grateful to have someone with me but it was not really companionship. he would often get angry with me for being “weak.”

i reached my mother’s house in the other city but she did not want me there. i got a job at a coffee stand in a grocery store where i was coworkers with Rabbit, a truly magnificent creature. She only wanted to talk about history. She was from Taiwan, and told me about Japan and China fighting over her country and people. She was twelve years older than me & was as habitual as i fear i will be in that time. i say fear because Rabbit had trapped herself, i tried to suggest she leave but it was too frightening once the loneliness had set in, she confided to me.

as i said my mother did not want me at her house. i could not go back to where i had been. i began talking to Moth on the internet, he said oh hey just come live with me. i’ll get you a plane ticket. so i took it.

on December 25, 2010, i arrived in the north alone, walked from the airport to the woods. the airport had lost my bag with my blankets in it, and i waited there a long time before they kicked me out. in the forest i fell asleep in the night under all my clothes & the 1 blanket i had from my carrying on bag. the snow fell on my sleeping body and i woke in a sort of stupor. all i was was a quest for warmth, and i don’t know how i got anywhere because it took so much effort to move. eventually i wandered toward some buildings strip and got inside an airlock. my foolishness that first night showed me how to respect the cold.

i was homeless alongside Moth in the cold cold beautiful north for a while, as he did not actually have a place to live. aside from Moth, it was the most pleasant homelessness i have ever experienced. there was always food and always coffee.

we went together to a small town where we moved in to rooms in a house with 2 beautiful cats and their lovely monkey who played guitar constantly, as well as another human who was always always always working so so so so hard (i barely saw her, but i liked her, she canned pickles, a paramedic & forest ranger both! how?).

i felt so alone however i loved the land. abundant it was, i grew so many things. tomato plants sprang unbiddinly from the ground. i visited the beautiful clear cold river almost every day. i cared for her as a servant to the water, i worked at the water treatment plant and i loved it so much. but i felt out of place. wrong. and always a constant longing that threatened to defeat me.

on May 26, 2012, i wrote in my diary so i would not forget.

but i did forget.

my mind was full of terrible illusions, of being cut off from my family, thinking they did not want me anymore. because of Moth, but i did not know that. aside from that was another feeling that had been there since before i went to the north. it was stronger there, but it was still not right. and on May 26, 2012, my mind broke apart and let other things in.

and then so close to my “psychotic break” which change lasted 1 year exactly, which i can’t attempt to explain, i attempted to suppress those feelings. on June 19, 2012, i drank 2 bottles of cough syrup and the strongest wine i could get at the corner store and jumped in the river where the current was strong. As it was june it was not cold enough, but it was cold, and very dangerous. i knew that. i got myself out when i realised it would not be a very good birthday present for my friend Mongoose.

When i returned home again, this time from the far north, Mongoose kissed me on some parking garage (he was always trying to ever since the aforementioned failed weird mating ritual) and i felt so shaken that i believed for a moment that maybe i had found that other name, that it was Mongoose all along, but he only wanted to sleep with me and forget me again. he accused me of leaving my city “for a person”-- for Moth? no. Moth had been poison for me & i had extricated myself carefully from his friendship. Mongoose did not listen to me. Our tentative one-sided romance lasted for about two weeks.

i gave him 2 letters explaining about the other name, asking if it was him. He did not reply. i felt an overwhelming sense that something was passing me by. i spent so much time at his diy music venue that he had made with three of his friends, trying to find it, trying to find it.

i lost it.

I tried to deal with the pain of that for quite some time, i worked and saved money, i lived alone.

leading up to the day sometimes i felt frozen. strange. i would do things like i always would do, but sometimes was overcome with a feeling of helpless immobility. i would lie on the floor of my apartment for hours, not moving an inch.

on May 26, 2013, i experienced a ‘psychotic break,’ or i guess the world ended. i marked the day as it having been the start of my ‘psychotic break’ but it was actually the end, having echoed into the next year on the same date. i saw my grandfather soon before this, on the anniversary of his death.

After that i met Swan. she was so beautiful and seemed to really like me. but Swan was psychotic too, or whatever that is, and i did not know this for a long time, but she was also caught in the net of a psycho-killer, Muck Leech, who tried to catch me too. It began badly, it ended badly.

i kissed my beautiful friend Deer, with whom i was not in limerence but whom i loved dearly. Deer would often come to visit me as she lived close by. We did art together but nothing ever really came of the kiss, not in that way.

my best friend moved into a house in the neighborhood east of downtown, so i started spending a lot of time there. Swan lived there too, and i found i could use her energy and went to where she lived often, to paint. I had in fact abandoned my limerence of her because she had rejected me in that way, but was still preoccupied with her well-being.

i began dating Swan’s friend Peacock, who lived there too and with whom i was not in limerence but i felt i needed to be close to. i helped Peacock with her art while suppressing my own. it was comfortable, because i was still getting accustomed to my psychosis, and Peacock, though not ideal, was at least tolerant of that.

it was then also that i met a young boy named Chinchilla, who called me an angel and did magic spells with me.

and then on October 6, 2013, the world ended again, that was the day my best friend died. i didn’t find out until 2 days later, October 8, 2013.

i was in the outskirts, living with my uncle, having been in and out of mental institutions so often it all blurred together. when i found out she had died it was on the internet. it was real and not real. i called my sister. she did not know. she could not believe it. are you sure, she said. i was on the grassy lawn. it was a beautiful day, cool, clear. the trees rained their frission on me. i called Mongoose, her other closest friend. before i had said anything coherent he hung up on me. he never talked to me about her, then or after. but what did i expect? he never talked to me about her before, either.

i went to her funeral and i saw her body. it was not hers anymore. the hair had turned from fire to dirt. how, i wondered. but i knew.

the priest went on about rainbows and how to not be like her, how to accept god and never overdose on evil drugs. he did not know her. i imagined he had a piece of paper, scribbled with her name, a few words. “rainbows.” she loved rainbows, he said. it was then i took control of his body, not knowing i was doing so, made him say “the world is a bitch and i don’t care, all i want is her to come back.” he broke into tears then. collected himself. acted as if it hadn’t happened.

Peacock and i broke up a few weeks later.

It was the next spring that i moved into a room meant for Peacock. Swan entered my life again, and we entered some kind of holding pattern. i didn’t want her to leave. But she was still in a psycho-killer’s net. i couldn’t tell, nor could i care. she was the only one who held me in my grief, and that was all i really was.

i got bitten by a dog very soon after i moved into that room. i was very grateful to my roommate at the time, whom i had just met, and instead of freaking out or insisting i go to the hospital when they saw the dog bite, they just said ok and went back to bed.

on the other side of it my other roommate at the time, Stork, cornered me in the kitchen soon after i moved in to ask me if i was ok. i had been crying about my best friend, as i did excessively. i did not want to go into it, but Stork began to lecture me about how i needed to be ok or something, although i wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying, i was watching a crane fly hop around the kitchen floor, expectantly. Stork crushed the crane fly with his shoe, not seeming to notice. i made some noises that sounded like i would work on being ok and went back to my room.

my memories of this time are extremely muddled. i did not know a hunter was looking for me, the Muck Leech, or that he had already caught my scent. Had already entered my space. read my journals. read letters for me from my best friend. drawn on my walls. yes, all literally. all almost a year before i met him.

Before i met Muck Leech (the psycho-killer, as in killer of psychos (me)) i had a dream about him (Swan had been telling me about him, and i’d seen his picture & some of his art). In it, he was a priestess of Ungit’s temple, with a long, flaxen wig and a heavily painted, masklike face. He told me he’d read a letter from my best friend to me. (i didn’t know this was true at the time of the dream.) “Be careful of myths,” he said in the dream. “They’re true.”

When i did meet Muck Leech, he manipulated my mind, and whatever friendship Swan and i were maintaining, he broke apart, slowly, painfully. i believe my friendship with Swan could have been good bc the limerence slowly faded, and eventually i knew it was just there in the first place bc Swan is a similar thing as me, like many others i know, however her pain was very, very great and i think i was drawn to that. i wanted to help her. she had been so badly hurt.

when i lived in the room i often listened to the guitar or the drums or the bass or all three, and it almost always put me to sleep. my next-room roommate was responsible for this music, however i did not know this as their bandmates’ (Stork and Stag) egos were pretty big & kind of made me think otherwise. Not Lynx, though, Lynx just played the drums really well. i never went to their shows bc no one ever told me when one was. i loved this music, however, and knew that my city needed it. i DID take it for granted, i did not examine the feeling.

and then there was TG. I will call her… Stoat. Her mouth moved all about. I met her in a cafe, and very soon after, she sat me down with a serious air and began to lecture me about how i needed to stop chasing after Peacock. Now i tried to assure her that this was the last thing possible that i wanted. But i was so flustered by her that it didn’t come out right. she patted my arm. i loved her then.

i knew then also many new people. i was grieving my best friend and wrapped myself gratefully in the circle of friends. i often spent time with Stoat, with Swan, Stork and Stag, & Chinchilla also.

i made a large painting drawing of myself, my animal self, and another person. i do not know still who this other person is, nor do i remember painting her, only that she looks very familiar and i have felt her comforting gaze for a long time.

I felt threatened by people who would come into my room and say it “used to be theirs.” i knew it was mine as soon as i entered it, i felt it.

Swan and Chinchilla & i started a band, we played at a speakeasy every week, it was wonderful.

Well except for Muck Leech. i accepted him as one of my friends, i felt affectionate towards him even as he was working to control me.

i did not know, having had a friend like my best friend, that i would not find that easily. i did not know the dangers of seeking that from that longing, finding other things instead, or having them find me.

I took a bottle of ambien under Muck Leech’s power, i went to the hospital with my father and my uncle.

when i returned he was angry, he tried to warn me and then he tried to fight me. my friends in my house did not listen to me. he wanted to hurt me.

i had bruises on my body and face from this encounter, still no one believed me. no one wanted to believe me.

i ran away.

near the end of my time there, i wrote this.

How long will you

hold back your own?

Sell your magic, break your bones

For some great mirror in the stone?

For years and years and years i’ve roamed

Searching for the mirror in the stone.

If an accurate longing

could bring me home,

Why i’d lift the souls from the statues,

From their clasping hands, and from carpets

who can fly, or cans

of coiled snakes.

Anything it takes.

But how could someone help me

If they sound just like my mother?

No one can protect me from their brother.

You follow someone’s face like a

mirror in the stone: she’s been here

Since the earth, here to hold, or to own

Build your secrecy on her out of touch

and brightness, spill your soul

The dripping-wet oil, atone

For any losses you have known

With the simplification of ashes on ashes

Longing stone for pain of bone

Each for the other’s.

Only the most comfortable same.

More, and it’s as if the other came

To break your fingers and your hold

On some great mirror in the stone.

Stop, you cry, and try to break your body

on the quay.

To be born was once the greatest thing

But one great mother took away

That longing for some other same.

That ocean in your name.

And so that someone, mother’s self,

And you, and broken, on the shelf,

And all your mirrors in the stone.

You’ll never be alone.

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Ask meme for Flor

1. What would be their favorite Disney (or other animated) movie?

You haven’t seen Flor go as hard as she does when she watches Coco. It is the only movie that she will sing all the songs to (including Spanish), and she can also recite the movie word for word. It drives Percy nuts when he just wants to watch the movie, but he loves it because it’s one of the times he genuinely sees Flor act like a kid.

2. What do they usually like for breakfast?

Her mom makes the best empanadas, and she is learning to recreate them on the ship. Tam is helping her in this endeavor.

3. What sort of cuddler are they?

Flor isn’t necessarily a cuddler in the sense of getting in bed and cuddling, but she is a big hugger. She will find any way to side hug you, hug you from behind, or just give the biggest wing hug if she likes you.

4. How do they say “I love you”?

She’s really only said it to her moms, Percy, Ursula, and Bianca, and is reserved with how much she says it verbally, but she really shows how much she cares by standing up for her loved ones and being ready to throw down for anyone. Flor is very reserved and and self-preserving but she will die for you if she loves you.

5. What kind of shoes do they wear?

Knee length heeled black boots.

6. What is their favorite accessory?

Her little headband that she got from Bianca when she first joined the Wings of Freedom. She still wears it to this day.

7. Are they more inclined towards fashion or comfort?

Have you seen this girl? She is the most fashionable on the block without seeming like she’s trying too hard. I mean sure she’s trying, but it’s almost effortless.

8. What makes them laugh?

Percy and Ursula’s jokes, Her moms teasing each other gently while making dinner, now Castor being an idiot in front of her brother. Flor has a really cute, snorty laugh.

9. Do they have a favorite flower?

To honor her mother, marigolds.

10. Would they be the one to propose to their significant other?

She would only marry for tax benefits, but she’d be the one to bring it up. Her original choice was Val since Val was single for the longest time, but now that she’s almost in a relationship with Clementine, Flor doesn’t know who’d she marry.

11. What bad habits do they have?

Bottling up her problems and telling absolutely nobody about them, having about four different personalities and backstories depending on who she’s with, habitual liar, and not making her bed.

12. What are their biggest insecurities?

Being a bad sister to Percy.

13. How do they wear their hair?

She usually wears it in a braid since it’s super long, but when she sleeps or showers she puts it down. During sleepovers, she lets the other people braid it or finger brush it and that shit’s luscious as fuck. Flor takes great care of her hair.

14. Are they an impulse shopper? If so, what would they buy?

Flor is used to moving in and out of places, and having a lot of stuff makes it difficult

15. When do they usually sleep?

She has two modes. Sleep is for the week or Sleep for a week at 10pm.

16.What makes them worry?

If any of her past mistakes and lies will come around and

17. Do they have any creative outlets?

Nobody knows this, but she crochets and does needlepoint. Why? Because it proves that she has the patience to stab something one thousand times.

18. How do they comfort an upset loved one?

Flor usually goes the distraction route and tries to make them have fun so they forget why they’re upset because she’s really bad at comforting people she’s not really close to. If they can’t remember why they’re sad, then they won’t be sad anymore.

19. What are they like when they’re sick?

She will fall asleep in any position and not get up for five thousand years. Just leave bowls of soup and shake her gently to get her to eat. It’ll be okay.

20. Do they say what they’re thinking, or keep their thoughts to themselves?

She hides all her thoughts under a five mile layer of cement. Even to Percy she doesn’t say all her thoughts to.

21. What is the best gift they’ve ever received?

An opportunity from the Wings of Freedom to prove her worth and talent.

22. Are they good at keeping track of time?

Definitely better than her brother, because as a spy she always needs to be on top of her game.

23. What is their favorite ice cream flavor?

Coffee, though sometimes she’ll add chocolate and make it mocha ice cream.

24. What would they order from a fast food/take-out place?

Fried Calamari, Sweet and Sour Pork, and chow mein.

25. What is their favorite pizza topping(s)?

Mushrooms, sausage, olives, and pepperoni

26. What is their favorite type of cookie?

Gingersnap cookies

27. Do they paint their nails?

Definitely. Usually shades of teal, red, white, black, or sometimes green.

28. What is their favorite board game?

One thing that no one knows about Flor is that she is terrible at board games. She is pretty great at most things, but board games are the one thing she’ll lose at 100% of the time, every time. That being said, she does enjoy charades because although she loses a lot, seeing everyone act makes her laugh.

29. Are they more of a pants or skirts kind of person?

Unless she’s undercover, Flor is pretty much never seen in pants unless they’re leggings. She is high femme in the most casual cool way, so usually she wears short skirts with tights or slit skirts that allow her to walk around.

30. Do they dream often? What about?

Flor makes it a point to wake herself up if she starts dreaming because she never wants to relive anything.

31. Do they have any phobias?

Poisoning/hurting her friends, snakes, enclosed spaces, and more of a personal fear than actual phobia is being seen as cold and unfeeling.

32. If they were a pokemon, which would they be?

Ninetails. Sleek, talented, and objectively better than you.

33. How well do they handle sea travel? Air travel?

She gets a little queasy on boats, but she is great at flying, both in space ships and her own wings.

34. Which Disney character are they most like?

Not necessarily Disney, but she is definitely Chel from Road to El Dorado. Ambitious, cunning, sexy, and looks great in a crop top.

Actually, she’d also be Edna Mode from Incredibles. “I never look back darling, it distracts from the now.”

35. What sort of parent would they be?

She tends to be the more distant emotionally as a parent except in personal spaces. Like in public people wouldn’t even realize that she’s a kid’s parent because she talks to them as if she were talking to a friend or business partner like “Use your words. Would you like a smoothie or a cookie?” but wouldn’t hesitate to kick someone’s ass for being rude to her child. But at home she is the silliest, most caring mom who is a little embarrassing at how much she showers her kids with love. Flor doesn’t like showing her emotions and opinions in public, but she is great at making sure her loved ones know they’re loved.

#imaturtlebug #Florina Wright #my characters #genesis campaign

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