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Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#DAX#ZEX#Does anyone still use RnR lol#I think I was a little too late for that but in my brief stint on FF.net I did get a couple reviews so *shruggles*#ANYway lol#The topic of VUX poetry came up and it would not leave me alone#But at the same time it is so hard to English-phoneticize VUK ZIX into my preferred poetry method!#So I gave up and went with a playground chant lol#I also wasn't sure which direction it would be read in apart from bottom-up :0#Japanese is top-down right-to-left so maybe it's inverse?? I don't know!#That's what I went with this time anyhow lol#Also making up rules on the spot lol - ''a'' is always contextually inferred by its surroundings#Have I thought about the implications of inferred subject/singular vs. plural phrasing? No! Give me some time tho âŞ#Lol#I have also pretty firmly come to the conclusion that -ing sounds just aren't a thing lol#At least not written and not comfortably spoken#You could force the sound but it's exactly what it says on the tin - forced#So the rhyme-scheme is a bit funny haha - that rhyme doesn't translate at all! But it is still fun to write a little ship-poem hehe#ZEX does not approve but it's not his poem is it! Tentacles to yourself! Don't stick your trunk where it's not wanted!#I do love when DAX is silly and lovestruck haha
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!!!NEW REVIEW!!!
the longevity and likability of Bugs Bunny can be attested to the fact that, out of four cartoons to his tried and true name, this is the second short of his to receive a nomination for an Academy Award (nevermind that it took until 1958 to actually win one.) Friz Freleng is the second director behind Chuck Jones to throw in his hat and experiment with this newfangled, wiseacre rabbit, establishing a number of traits that would be synonymous with the character from hereon out. a short that spoofs the saccharine Silly Symphony Little Hiawatha moreso than Longfellowâs famed poem, Bugs finds himself the victim of Hiawathaâs âbow anâ arruhâ and a prime candidate for rabbit stewâif it werenât for the fact that Hiawatha asserts himself to be a bit of a stooge.
#as you can infer this one shows its age so tread with caution#lt#looney tunes#hiawathaâs rabbit hunt#freleng#reviews
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I saw a game nominated at least once in TGA, and Iâve seen numerous comments online about how it shouldâve been nominated for more, notably âBest Soundtrackâ, and while I canât comment on the soundtrack, I have to say it is probably one of the worst games Iâve seen as of late, which is saying a lot because these past few years weâve had some real shit games.
Iâm not going to name the game because I know of at least one person on here who follows me that somehow actually enjoys it and I donât want to be mean, but my god, yâall should demand more from your games. They released a fucking tech demo level at full price and yâall ate it up worse than Pokemon fans eat up their latest half-assed job.
#random#video games#also not mentioning the game because the fanbase for it is kinda rabid#and I don't wanna deal#but I probably gave enough info to infer what it is anyways#but yeah I watched a whole review of the game#and YIKES is it bad#but then I went on Tumblr and see people RAVING about it#like it's not bad just because I don't like it#it's bad from almost every angle of development and design#horrendous voice acting#terrible level design#awful writing#shitty graphical fidelity#atrocious art direction#like I get that it was a new direction for the franchise#but my god it needed at least two more years of development#I'm not even joking it looked like they just released a developer test world and called it a full game
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Incredible amount of misunderstanding the joke in these tags. I was gonna post the classic "Don't You Want Me" for familiarity's sake but I think this is a better fit.
you know in retrospect it's weird that the splatooniverse has a band called "the squid sisters" when, like... they Are squids. that's like if the real world had a band called "the human league"
#review: type the name 'Manchester' from the 2nd joke into your fav map search#Q1: what context do those results inform about the nature of Joke 2?#Q2: using your answer from Q1 what facts can you infer about Joke 1?#Spotify
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Oh dear.
So as some of you may know, I love to point and laugh at bad legal arguments. And as fun as legal dumpster fires are when they are made by people who arenât lawyers but think this whole âlawâ thing seems pretty simple, itâs even funnier when an actual, barred attorney is the person dumping gallons of kerosene into the dumpster.
And oh boy folks, do I have a fun ride for yâall today. Come with me on this journey, as we watch a lawyer climb into the dumpster and deliberately pour kerosene all over himself, while a judge holds a match over his head.
The court listener link is here, for those who want to grab a few bowls of popcorn and read along.
For those of you who donât enjoy reading legal briefs for cases you arenât involved with on your day off (I canât relate), I will go through the highlights here. I will screenshot and/or paraphrase the relevant portion of the briefs, and include a brief explainer of whatâs going on (and why itâs very bad, but also extremely funny). (Also, Iâm not going to repeat this throughout the whole write-up, so for the record: any statements I make about how the law or legal system works is referring exclusively to the U.S. (And since this is a federal case, we are even more specifically looking at U.S. federal law.) Also, I donât know how you could construe any of this to be legal advice, but just in case: none of this is, is intended to be, or should be taken as, legal advice.)
First, letâs get just a quick background on the case, to help us follow along. In brief, this is a civil tort suit for personal injury based on defendantâs (alleged) negligence. The plaintiff is suing the defendant (an airline), because he says that he was injured when a flight attendant struck his knee with a metal cart, and the airline was negligent in letting this happen. The airline filed a motion to dismiss on the grounds that there is an international treaty that imposes a time bar for when these kind of cases can be brought against an airline, and the plaintiff filed this case too many years after the incident.
The fun begins when the plaintiffâs attorney filed an opposition to the motion to dismiss. (So far, a good and normal thing to do.) The opposition argues that the claim is not time-barred because 1) the time bar was tolled by the defendantâs bankruptcy proceedings (that is, the timer for the time limitation was paused when the defendant was in bankruptcy, and started again afterwords), and 2) the treatyâs time limit doesnât apply to this case because the case was filed in state court before the state statute of limitations expired, and the state court has concurrent jurisdiction over this kind of case.
Iâm struggling a bit to succinctly explain the second reason, and thereâs a reason for that.
You see, the whole opposition reads a bitâŚoddly.
This is how the opposition begins its argument, and itâsâŚweird. The basic principle is...mostly correct here, but the actual standard is that when reviewing a motion to dismiss for failure to state a claim (which is what the defendant filed) the court must draw all reasonable factual inferences in the plaintiffâs favor. But even then, you donât just put that standard in your opposition. You cite to a case that lays out the standard.
Because thatâs how courts and the law work. The courts donât operate just based on vibes. They follow statutory law (laws made by legislature) and case law (the decisions made by courts interpreting what those laws mean). You don't just submit a filing saying, "here's what the law is," without citing some authority to demonstrate that the law is what you say (or are arguing) it is.
Again, this isnât wrong (although I'm not sure what it means by new arguments?), but itâs weird! And part of the reason itâs weird is that it is irrelevant to the defendantâs motion to dismiss. The defendant filed a motion stating that based on the facts in the complaint, the plaintiff has not stated a claim based on which relief can be granted, because the complaint is time barred by a treaty. There is no reason for this language to be in the opposition. Itâs almost like they just asked a chatbot what the legal standards are for a motion to dismiss for a failure to state a claim, and just copied the answer into their brief without bother to double-check it.
The opposition then cites a bunch of cases which it claims support its position. We will skip them for now, as the defendant will respond to those citations in its reply brief.
The last thing in the brief is the signature of the lawyer who submitted the brief affirming that everything in the brief is true and correct. An extremely normal - required, even! - thing to do. This will surely not cause any problems for him later.
The next relevant filing is the defendantâs reply brief. Again, the existence of a reply brief in response to an opposition is extremely normal. The contents of this brief areâŚless so.
Beg pardon?
Just to be clear, this is not normal. It is normal to argue that the plaintiffâs cases are not relevant, or they arenât applicable to this case, or you disagree with the interpretations, or whatever. It is not normal for the cases to appear to not exist.
Some highlights from the brief:
Quick lesson in how to read U.S. case citations! The italicized (or underlined) part at the beginning is the name of the case. If it is a trial court case, the plaintiff is listed first and the defendant second; if the case has been appealed, the person who lost at the lower court level (the petitioner/appellant) will be listed first, and the person who won at the lower level (the respondent/appellee) will be listed second. There are extremely specific rules about which words in these names are abbreviated, and how they are abbreviated. Next, you list the volume number and name of the reporter (the place where the case is published), again abbreviated according to very specific rules, then the page number that the case starts on. If you are citing a case for a specific quote or proposition, you then put a comma after the beginning page number, and list the page number(s) on which the quote or language you are relying on is located (this is called a âpinciteâ). Finally, you put in parenthesis the name of the court (if needed)(and again, abbreviated according to extremely specific rules) and the year the case was decided.
So the plaintiffâs response cited to Zicherman, which they said was a case from 2008 that was decided by the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals. However, the defendant was not able to find such a case. They were able to find a case with the same name (the same petitioner and respondent), but that case was decided by the U.S. Supreme Court in 1996, and the lower court cases associated with that case werenât in the 11th circuit either. (The United States Reports is the only official reporter for the U.S. Supreme Court, and only includes SCOTUS decisions, so itâs not necessary to include the name of the court before the year it was decided.)
Just to be clear. The defendantâs brief is saying: the plaintiff cited and extensively quoted from these cases, and neither the cases nor the quotations appear to exist. These âcasesâ were not ancillary citations in the plaintiffâs brief. They were the authority it relied upon to make its arguments.
This is as close a lawyer can come, at this point in the proceedings, to saying, âopposing counsel made up a bunch of fake cases to lie to the court and pretend the law is something different than it is.��
That, âPutting aside that here is no page 598 in Kaiser Steel,â is delightfully petty lawyer speak for, âyou are wrong on every possible thing there is to be wrong about.â
By page 5, the defendant has resorted to just listing all of the (apparently) made up cases in a footnote:
(skipping the citations to support this proposition)
This is where I return to my struggle to explain the oppositionâs second reason why the motion to dismiss should not be granted. I struggled to explain the argument, because they failed to explain why the argument they were making (that plaintiffs can bring lawsuits against airlines in state court, and the state court have specific statutes of limitations for general negligence claims) was relevant to the question of whether the plaintiffâs specific claim against the airline was time barred by the treaty. Because 1) this case is in federal court, not state court, and 2) federal law - including treaties - preempts state law. Again, itâs almost like plaintiffâs attorney just typed a question about the time bar into a chatbot or something, and the machine, which wasnât able to reason or actually analyze the issues, saw a question about the time to bring a lawsuit and just wrote up an answer about the statute of limitations.
We also end with a nice little lawyerly version of âyou fucked up and we are going to destroy you.â The relief requested in the defendantâs original motion to dismiss was:
In their reply to the opposition, however:
âThe circumstancesâ in this case, being the apparent fabrication of entire cases. Because courts tend to take that pretty seriously.
And the court took it seriously indeed. The defendantâs reply was docketed on March 15th of this year. On April 11th:
AKA: you have one week (an extremely prompt time frame for federal court) to prove to me that you didnât just make up these cases.
On April 12th, the plaintiffâs attorney requests more time because heâs on vacation:
The judge grants the motion, but adds in another case that he forgot to include in his first order.
On April 25th, the plaintiffâs attorney files the following:
(And he lists the cases, with one exception, which he says is an unpublished decision.)
But he says of all of the cases except two, that the opinionsâŚ
Which isâŚnonsense?
First of all: if you cited a case, you had to get it from somewhere. Even unpublished opinions, if you are citing them in a brief, you are citing them because you pulled them off of westlaw or whatever. Which means you have access to the case and can annex it for the court. (There are even formal rules for how you cite unpublished opinions! And those rules include citing to where you pulled the damn case from!)
Secondly: remember that long digression I went into about how to read case citations? Remember that bit about how you include the name of the reporter (the place the case was published)? Yes, cases are published. They are printed in physical books, and they are published online in databases (e.g. lexis or westlaw). If the specific online database you are looking in does not have the case, you look somewhere else. If you have a judge telling you to get them a copy of the case Or Else, you track down a physical copy of the reporter if you need to and scan the damn thing yourself. You - literally - canât just not have a copy of the case! (Especially published federal circuit court opinions, which multiple of these cases are! Those arenât hard to find!)
And what kind of âonline databaseâ doesnât include the entire opinion anyway? Iâve literally never heard of a case research database that only included partial opinions, because that wouldnât be useful.
Maybe if we look at the attached annexed copies of the cases, that might give us some answers.
...
My friends, these things are just bizarre. With two exceptions, they arenât submitted in any sort of conventional format. Even if youâve never seen a legal opinion before, I think you can see the difference if you just glance through the filings. They are located at Docket entry #29 on Court Listener (April 25, 2023). Compare Attachments 6 and 8 (the real cases submitted in conventional format) to the other cases. Turning to the contents of the cases:
In the first one, the factual background is that a passenger sued an airline, then the airline filed a motion to dismiss (on grounds unrelated to the treaty's time bar), then the airline went into bankruptcy, then the airline won the motion to dismiss, then the passenger appealed. And the court is now considering that appeal. But then the opinion starts talking about how the passenger was in arbitration, and it seems to be treating the passenger like he is the one who filed for bankruptcy? Itâs hallucinatory, even before you get to the legal arguments. The âCourt of Appealsâ is making a ruling overruling the district courtâs dismissal based on the time bar, but according to the factual background, the case wasnât dismissed based on the time bar, but on entirely other grounds? Was there some other proceeding where the claim was dismissed as time barred, and itâs just not mentioned in the factual background? How? Why? What is happening? Also it says Congress enacted the treaty? But, no? ThatâsâŚthatâs not how treaties work? I mean, Congress did ratify the treaty? But they didnât unilaterally make it!
In the second case, thereâs an extended discussion of which treaty applies to the appellants claims, which is bizarre because there are two relevant treaties, and one replaced the other before the conduct at issue, so only the new treaty applies? There isnât any discussion of the issue beyond that basic principle, so there is no reason there should be multiple paragraphs in the opinion explaining it over and over? Also, it keeps referring to the appellant as the plaintiff, for some reason? And it includes this absolutely hallucinatory sentence:
âŚthe only part this that makes sense is that the argument is without merit. Iâm not going to discuss the actual merits of the legal arguments in the opinion, because they are so bizarre and disjointed that even trying to describe them would require a Pepe Silvia-sized conspiracy board. Like the previous case, both the facts and the legal posture of the case change constantly, with seemingly no rhyme or reason.
The third oneâŚoh boy. First, large portions of the âopinionâ are individual paragraphs with quotations around the whole paragraph. Whatâs happening there? As far as the content of the opinion itself - I canât. I mean that, I literally canât. What is being discussed seems to change from paragraph to paragraph, much of it contradicting. It makes the first case seem linear and rational by comparison. The court finds it doesnât have personal jurisdiction over the defendant so dismisses the case based on a lack of subject matter jurisdiction? But also the defendant hasnât contested jurisdiction? And also the court does hold that it has both subject matter and personal jurisdiction over the defendant? And then it denies the motion to dismiss the case? Also, at one point it cites itself?
âŚalso, even if this was a real case, it doesnât stand for the propositions the plaintiff cited it for in their opposition? Iâm not going to go into the weeds (honestly itâs so hallucinatory Iâm not sure I could if I tried), but, for example, the plaintiffâs reply brief states that the court held âthat the plaintiff was not required to bring their claim in federal court.â The U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia is a federal court, and there is no discussion of any filings in state courts. The closest the âopinionâ comes is with the statement, âTherefore, Petersenâs argument that the state courts of Washington have concurrent jurisdiction is unavailing.â (This statement appears to be completely disconnected from anything before or after it, so I am unsure what it is supposed to mean.)
Moving on, case number four is allegedly a decision by the Court of Appeals of Texas. It includes the following line:
Honestly, the plaintiffâs attorney best defense at this point is that he wasnât intentionally trying to mislead the court, because if he was doing this on purpose, he would have edited the cases to make them slightly more believable. (Context in case youâve lost track: these documents are supposed to be copies of the opinions he is citing. The screenshoted line makes it clear that what he is actually citing is, at best, someone elseâs summary of an "opinion". It would be like if a teacher asked a student to photocopy a chapter of a book and bring it into class, and instead the student brought in a copy of the cliffs notes summary of that chapter. Except that the book doesnât even exist.)
The actual contents of the âopinionâ are, as is now standard, absolutely bonkers. First, the court decides that it doesnât have personal jurisdiction over Delta because âDelta did not purposefully avail itself of the benefits of conducting business in Texas.â This was despite the fact that the factual background already included that the appellant (sorry, the plaintiff, according to the âopinionâ) flew on a Delta flight originating in Texas. Like, this is just wrong? Itâs not even hallucinatory nonsense, itâs just facially incorrect legal analysis. Then the court starts discussing the treatyâs time bar, for some reason? Then it goes back to talking about personal jurisdiction, but now the trial court denied the defendantâs motion to dismiss for lack of personal jurisdiction, and the appellate court agrees with the trial court that it does have personal jurisdiction, even though this is the plaintiffâs appeal from the dismissal for lack of personal jurisdiction and the court already ruled it didnât have personal jurisdiction? And even though on page 1, the plaintiff was injured during a flight from Texas to California, now on page 7 she was injured on a flight from Shanghai to Texas? Also the trial court has gone back in time (again) to grant the motion to dismiss that it previously denied?
Also, Iâve been trying to avoid pointing out the wonky text of these submissions, but:
Everything ok there?
Case number five is similar enough to number four that itâs not worth repeating myself.
Thank god, cases six and eight, as noted above, are real cases, so Iâm going to skip them. The defendant alleges that the cases do not stand for the propositions the plaintiff cited them for, and Iâm going to assume that is true, given the rest of this nonsense.
Case number seven looks legitimate on the surface. But neither the defendant nor I could find the case through any legitimate search mechanisms. The defendant looked up the purported docket numbers on PACER and found completely different cases; I was able to find a case with the name âMiller v. United Airlines, Inc.,â but it was for a different Ms. Miller, it was a California state case (not a Second Circuit federal case), it was decided on a different year, and the substance of the case was entirely different from the alleged opinion filed with the court.
On top of that, this might be the most morally reprehensible fake citation of them all? Because it is about the crash of United Airlines Flight 585, a real plane crash. Everyone on board - 25 people in total - was killed.Â
The individual cited in this fake court case was not one of them.
I cannot imagine conducting myself in such a way where I would have to explain to a judge that I made up a fake case exploiting a real tragedy because I couldnât be bothered to do actual legal research.
Now, I know you all have figured out whatâs going on by now. And I want you to know that if your instincts are saying, âit seems like the lawyer should have just fallen on his sword and confessed that he relied on ChatGPT to write his original brief, rather than digging himself further into this holeâ? Your instincts are absolutely correct.
Because obviously, the court was having none of this b.s. On May 4th, the court issued an order, beginning with the following sentence:
That is one of the worst possible opening sentences you can see in an order by the court in a situation like this. The only thing worse is when judges start quoting classic literature. If I was Mr. Peter LoDuca, counsel for the plaintiff, I would already be shitting my pants.
âI gave you an opportunity to either clear things up or come clean. Now Iâm going to give you an opportunity to show why I should only come down on you like a pile of brinks, instead of a whole building.â
We are getting dangerously close to âquoting classic litâ territory here.
If I learned that the judge in my case called up the clerk of a circuit court just to confirm how full of shit I was, I would leave the legal profession forever. Also, the judge is now also putting quotes around âopinion.â When judges start getting openly sarcastic in their briefs, that means very very bad things are about to happen to someone.
So Iâm guessing the delay between this filing and the court order was because the judgeâs clerk was tasked with running down every single one of the additional fake citations included in the "opinions", just to make this sure this order (and the upcoming pile of bricks) are as thorough as possible.
If you are following along with Dracula Daily, the vibe here is roughly the same as the May 19th entry where Dracula demands Jonathan Harker write and pre-date letters stating he has left the castle and is on the way home.
Also, hey, whatâs that footnote?
Wait, what?
Folks, it appears we may have notary fraud, on top of everything else! Anybody have bingo?
So on May 25, one day before the deadline, Mr. LoDuca filed his response. And oh boy, I hope yaâll are ready for this.
Hey, whatâs the name of that other attorney, âSteven Schwartzâ? Where have I seen that name beforeâŚ
...I ran out of room for images on this post. So I'm going to have to leave this as an accidental cliffhanger. Part 2 to follow once I refresh my tea.
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âHumans in the loopâ must detect the hardest-to-spot errors, at superhuman speed
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If AI has a future (a big if), it will have to be economically viable. An industry can't spend 1,700% more on Nvidia chips than it earns indefinitely â not even with Nvidia being a principle investor in its largest customers:
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=39883571
A company that pays 0.36-1 cents/query for electricity and (scarce, fresh) water can't indefinitely give those queries away by the millions to people who are expected to revise those queries dozens of times before eliciting the perfect botshit rendition of "instructions for removing a grilled cheese sandwich from a VCR in the style of the King James Bible":
https://www.semianalysis.com/p/the-inference-cost-of-search-disruption
Eventually, the industry will have to uncover some mix of applications that will cover its operating costs, if only to keep the lights on in the face of investor disillusionment (this isn't optional â investor disillusionment is an inevitable part of every bubble).
Now, there are lots of low-stakes applications for AI that can run just fine on the current AI technology, despite its many â and seemingly inescapable - errors ("hallucinations"). People who use AI to generate illustrations of their D&D characters engaged in epic adventures from their previous gaming session don't care about the odd extra finger. If the chatbot powering a tourist's automatic text-to-translation-to-speech phone tool gets a few words wrong, it's still much better than the alternative of speaking slowly and loudly in your own language while making emphatic hand-gestures.
There are lots of these applications, and many of the people who benefit from them would doubtless pay something for them. The problem â from an AI company's perspective â is that these aren't just low-stakes, they're also low-value. Their users would pay something for them, but not very much.
For AI to keep its servers on through the coming trough of disillusionment, it will have to locate high-value applications, too. Economically speaking, the function of low-value applications is to soak up excess capacity and produce value at the margins after the high-value applications pay the bills. Low-value applications are a side-dish, like the coach seats on an airplane whose total operating expenses are paid by the business class passengers up front. Without the principle income from high-value applications, the servers shut down, and the low-value applications disappear:
https://locusmag.com/2023/12/commentary-cory-doctorow-what-kind-of-bubble-is-ai/
Now, there are lots of high-value applications the AI industry has identified for its products. Broadly speaking, these high-value applications share the same problem: they are all high-stakes, which means they are very sensitive to errors. Mistakes made by apps that produce code, drive cars, or identify cancerous masses on chest X-rays are extremely consequential.
Some businesses may be insensitive to those consequences. Air Canada replaced its human customer service staff with chatbots that just lied to passengers, stealing hundreds of dollars from them in the process. But the process for getting your money back after you are defrauded by Air Canada's chatbot is so onerous that only one passenger has bothered to go through it, spending ten weeks exhausting all of Air Canada's internal review mechanisms before fighting his case for weeks more at the regulator:
https://bc.ctvnews.ca/air-canada-s-chatbot-gave-a-b-c-man-the-wrong-information-now-the-airline-has-to-pay-for-the-mistake-1.6769454
There's never just one ant. If this guy was defrauded by an AC chatbot, so were hundreds or thousands of other fliers. Air Canada doesn't have to pay them back. Air Canada is tacitly asserting that, as the country's flagship carrier and near-monopolist, it is too big to fail and too big to jail, which means it's too big to care.
Air Canada shows that for some business customers, AI doesn't need to be able to do a worker's job in order to be a smart purchase: a chatbot can replace a worker, fail to their worker's job, and still save the company money on balance.
I can't predict whether the world's sociopathic monopolists are numerous and powerful enough to keep the lights on for AI companies through leases for automation systems that let them commit consequence-free free fraud by replacing workers with chatbots that serve as moral crumple-zones for furious customers:
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0747563219304029
But even stipulating that this is sufficient, it's intrinsically unstable. Anything that can't go on forever eventually stops, and the mass replacement of humans with high-speed fraud software seems likely to stoke the already blazing furnace of modern antitrust:
https://www.eff.org/de/deeplinks/2021/08/party-its-1979-og-antitrust-back-baby
Of course, the AI companies have their own answer to this conundrum. A high-stakes/high-value customer can still fire workers and replace them with AI â they just need to hire fewer, cheaper workers to supervise the AI and monitor it for "hallucinations." This is called the "human in the loop" solution.
The human in the loop story has some glaring holes. From a worker's perspective, serving as the human in the loop in a scheme that cuts wage bills through AI is a nightmare â the worst possible kind of automation.
Let's pause for a little detour through automation theory here. Automation can augment a worker. We can call this a "centaur" â the worker offloads a repetitive task, or one that requires a high degree of vigilance, or (worst of all) both. They're a human head on a robot body (hence "centaur"). Think of the sensor/vision system in your car that beeps if you activate your turn-signal while a car is in your blind spot. You're in charge, but you're getting a second opinion from the robot.
Likewise, consider an AI tool that double-checks a radiologist's diagnosis of your chest X-ray and suggests a second look when its assessment doesn't match the radiologist's. Again, the human is in charge, but the robot is serving as a backstop and helpmeet, using its inexhaustible robotic vigilance to augment human skill.
That's centaurs. They're the good automation. Then there's the bad automation: the reverse-centaur, when the human is used to augment the robot.
Amazon warehouse pickers stand in one place while robotic shelving units trundle up to them at speed; then, the haptic bracelets shackled around their wrists buzz at them, directing them pick up specific items and move them to a basket, while a third automation system penalizes them for taking toilet breaks or even just walking around and shaking out their limbs to avoid a repetitive strain injury. This is a robotic head using a human body â and destroying it in the process.
An AI-assisted radiologist processes fewer chest X-rays every day, costing their employer more, on top of the cost of the AI. That's not what AI companies are selling. They're offering hospitals the power to create reverse centaurs: radiologist-assisted AIs. That's what "human in the loop" means.
This is a problem for workers, but it's also a problem for their bosses (assuming those bosses actually care about correcting AI hallucinations, rather than providing a figleaf that lets them commit fraud or kill people and shift the blame to an unpunishable AI).
Humans are good at a lot of things, but they're not good at eternal, perfect vigilance. Writing code is hard, but performing code-review (where you check someone else's code for errors) is much harder â and it gets even harder if the code you're reviewing is usually fine, because this requires that you maintain your vigilance for something that only occurs at rare and unpredictable intervals:
https://twitter.com/qntm/status/1773779967521780169
But for a coding shop to make the cost of an AI pencil out, the human in the loop needs to be able to process a lot of AI-generated code. Replacing a human with an AI doesn't produce any savings if you need to hire two more humans to take turns doing close reads of the AI's code.
This is the fatal flaw in robo-taxi schemes. The "human in the loop" who is supposed to keep the murderbot from smashing into other cars, steering into oncoming traffic, or running down pedestrians isn't a driver, they're a driving instructor. This is a much harder job than being a driver, even when the student driver you're monitoring is a human, making human mistakes at human speed. It's even harder when the student driver is a robot, making errors at computer speed:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/01/human-in-the-loop/#monkey-in-the-middle
This is why the doomed robo-taxi company Cruise had to deploy 1.5 skilled, high-paid human monitors to oversee each of its murderbots, while traditional taxis operate at a fraction of the cost with a single, precaratized, low-paid human driver:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/11/robots-stole-my-jerb/#computer-says-no
The vigilance problem is pretty fatal for the human-in-the-loop gambit, but there's another problem that is, if anything, even more fatal: the kinds of errors that AIs make.
Foundationally, AI is applied statistics. An AI company trains its AI by feeding it a lot of data about the real world. The program processes this data, looking for statistical correlations in that data, and makes a model of the world based on those correlations. A chatbot is a next-word-guessing program, and an AI "art" generator is a next-pixel-guessing program. They're drawing on billions of documents to find the most statistically likely way of finishing a sentence or a line of pixels in a bitmap:
https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3442188.3445922
This means that AI doesn't just make errors â it makes subtle errors, the kinds of errors that are the hardest for a human in the loop to spot, because they are the most statistically probable ways of being wrong. Sure, we notice the gross errors in AI output, like confidently claiming that a living human is dead:
https://www.tomsguide.com/opinion/according-to-chatgpt-im-dead
But the most common errors that AIs make are the ones we don't notice, because they're perfectly camouflaged as the truth. Think of the recurring AI programming error that inserts a call to a nonexistent library called "huggingface-cli," which is what the library would be called if developers reliably followed naming conventions. But due to a human inconsistency, the real library has a slightly different name. The fact that AIs repeatedly inserted references to the nonexistent library opened up a vulnerability â a security researcher created a (inert) malicious library with that name and tricked numerous companies into compiling it into their code because their human reviewers missed the chatbot's (statistically indistinguishable from the the truth) lie:
https://www.theregister.com/2024/03/28/ai_bots_hallucinate_software_packages/
For a driving instructor or a code reviewer overseeing a human subject, the majority of errors are comparatively easy to spot, because they're the kinds of errors that lead to inconsistent library naming â places where a human behaved erratically or irregularly. But when reality is irregular or erratic, the AI will make errors by presuming that things are statistically normal.
These are the hardest kinds of errors to spot. They couldn't be harder for a human to detect if they were specifically designed to go undetected. The human in the loop isn't just being asked to spot mistakes â they're being actively deceived. The AI isn't merely wrong, it's constructing a subtle "what's wrong with this picture"-style puzzle. Not just one such puzzle, either: millions of them, at speed, which must be solved by the human in the loop, who must remain perfectly vigilant for things that are, by definition, almost totally unnoticeable.
This is a special new torment for reverse centaurs â and a significant problem for AI companies hoping to accumulate and keep enough high-value, high-stakes customers on their books to weather the coming trough of disillusionment.
This is pretty grim, but it gets grimmer. AI companies have argued that they have a third line of business, a way to make money for their customers beyond automation's gifts to their payrolls: they claim that they can perform difficult scientific tasks at superhuman speed, producing billion-dollar insights (new materials, new drugs, new proteins) at unimaginable speed.
However, these claims â credulously amplified by the non-technical press â keep on shattering when they are tested by experts who understand the esoteric domains in which AI is said to have an unbeatable advantage. For example, Google claimed that its Deepmind AI had discovered "millions of new materials," "equivalent to nearly 800 yearsâ worth of knowledge," constituting "an order-of-magnitude expansion in stable materials known to humanity":
https://deepmind.google/discover/blog/millions-of-new-materials-discovered-with-deep-learning/
It was a hoax. When independent material scientists reviewed representative samples of these "new materials," they concluded that "no new materials have been discovered" and that not one of these materials was "credible, useful and novel":
https://www.404media.co/google-says-it-discovered-millions-of-new-materials-with-ai-human-researchers/
As Brian Merchant writes, AI claims are eerily similar to "smoke and mirrors" â the dazzling reality-distortion field thrown up by 17th century magic lantern technology, which millions of people ascribed wild capabilities to, thanks to the outlandish claims of the technology's promoters:
https://www.bloodinthemachine.com/p/ai-really-is-smoke-and-mirrors
The fact that we have a four-hundred-year-old name for this phenomenon, and yet we're still falling prey to it is frankly a little depressing. And, unlucky for us, it turns out that AI therapybots can't help us with this â rather, they're apt to literally convince us to kill ourselves:
https://www.vice.com/en/article/pkadgm/man-dies-by-suicide-after-talking-with-ai-chatbot-widow-says
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/23/maximal-plausibility/#reverse-centaurs
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Winter's King 18
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)
Characters: Geralt of Rivia
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Another day brings you just short of the mountain peak. The pace of the train is ragged as they come to a halt and murmurs crawl up and down the lines. You slump against the frigid wind, nestling your chin into the fur of your cloak as you keep your eyes on Daisyâs neck. You yawn as Bryce reaches over to fix the reins as they almost slip from your grasp.Â
âYou well, mouse?â He growls.Â
You nod. You havenât spoken much in the last days, not since your first night on the mountain pass. You havenât known what to say. You know he must have seen the king and yourself, how close you were, and you feel his judgment. You just donât know how to say it isnât your want. It would be improper to blame the king.Â
âWeâre almost there. Castleâs just ahead.â He looks up at the dark shapes soaring through the skies. He pointed out the vultures a while back, inferring there must be carrion near to bring them out. âYouâll have a warm place to lay your head.âÂ
You hum and offer nothing else. As you think of staying still, your stomach storms as violently as the skies. At least when you have a destination, when you are moving, you can make yourself elusive. Once youâre still, you donât quite know what youâll do.Â
âDaisy will be relieved to rest, the old beast,â he chuckles, âsheâs had quite the campaign.âÂ
You pet the horseâs mane, your hands mittened in strips of wool the grey soldier wrapped around them.Â
âI know what the matter is but if youâre not gonna say it, I wonât neither,â he grumbles.Â
You dip your head, hiding under the hood. You come to a halt behind the rest of the party as it stalls completely. You lean and peer over the edge of the horse.Â
âAye, you just wait,â he swings off his horse and lands easily on his feet. The snow dusts up around his tall boots. He comes to help you off the horse, your legs as snugly bound in wool. âWeâll find ya some proper clothes for the road at the castle. Youâll need all your toes.âÂ
You sigh and cross your arms. You look ahead then behind you. You cough and turn to touch Daisyâs soft neck.Â
âI didnât...â you begin. âI wouldnât betray the queen. Or the king.âÂ
He huffs and moves closer, blocking the wind as Daisy nuzzles his shoulder, âI know ya wouldnât, mouse. Is that why yer so meek? You think I judge you?âÂ
âWhat happened--â you voice piques and you nearly choke on it, âsir,â you throw your hands up, âI swear, I didnât ask for it. The king...âÂ
âKings do as they will. It is in their nature, it is their right,â he shrugs, âI am not a naive lad no more. You mightnât have noticed how my beard matches the sheen of my sword, but Iâve seen many things. The old king... he had a few loves. None of them his wife.âÂ
âLove? Sir. It was a mistake, surely.âÂ
He is quiet as he shifts his soles. He turns one way then the other, âdo you really believe that?âÂ
Your heart swells so big your ribs hurt. You cross your arms, hooking your hands over your shoulders. You chew your lip and look up at the tall grey man.Â
âI donât know what to believe. I thought I came to serve the queen. I thought... I donât know, sir. I donât. I wouldnât ever hurt anyone. I wouldnât want to.âÂ
âI know it,â he affirms, âyou are the gentlest soul Iâve met. Well, since my own wife. Certainly, the king is taken with a summer soul like yours. How could he not be?âÂ
âTaken?â You utter in horror. âI am a maid. Thatâs all I am. Itâs all I ever needed to be.â You sniffle and bring your hands to the edges of your hood, pushing it back to see him clearer, âsir, it keeps me safe.âÂ
âIt did. It kept you safe when it could but that shield has broken.âÂ
âAnd what about you?â You murmur.Â
He averts his gaze guiltily, âwhat the king does behind his own walls, I cannot stop. That night, he was unsafe. He threw caution away. For your sake, I deterred him. Reminded him of his duty.â He shakes his head and frowns at his boots, âyou came to serve the king, you said, and that is what he intends.âÂ
You whimper. How can it be? He is wed. He has beautiful wife. And a throne. And an heir on the way. Youâre just the maid. Just a maid. Not... that.Â
âSo, you would let him?â You challenge, a surge welling up your throat, a heat unlike anything youâve felt before.Â
âI serve the king too,â he mutters. âThough I do care for you, little mouse, how could I not? But I was commanded to see to you. To keep you unbothered. Unsullied.âÂ
Your legs wobble beneath you and you nearly fold over. You canât stop the rush of emotion that overcomes you, the fire that burns in your veins and makes your vision bleary. You throw out your arms and shove Bryce. Once, twice, three times. He doesnât budge, taking each in turn.Â
âHow dare you, sir! How dare you!â You hit his chest with your fists and collapse into him. âI never wanted it. I donât. I donât. I donât.âÂ
âI know, sweet mouse, I know,â he curls an arm around you and sways, petting your hood, âyouâve every right to despise me. I will take whatever you have for me.âÂ
You heave and tamp down a throttling sob, âwhy, sir, why?âÂ
âIt is... my duty.âÂ
You hear the strain in his voice, you feel the tremor that rolls through him, and how he clings tightly as if he fears youâll push him away. You canât. Even if he's hurt you, he is all you have.Â
âI wonât beg forgiveness, I donât deserve that,â he whispers, âbut Iâll always be here for you, mouse, so long as you need.âÂ
You stay again him, silent and weak. Youâre angry. Youâve never felt this sort of way. Youâve never felt as if you could tear your flesh from the bone just to let the tension out. You hate it. Youâve never hated anything but that feeling, you loathe it. It hurts worse than anything youâve ever known.Â
âIâm so sorry, mouse,â he continues to rock you, âso very sorry...âÂ
âď¸
You cannot blame your daze for nearly missing the castle right before you. The dark exterior blends into the rock face, set into the side of the mountain so that an untrained eye might not pick it out. The part splits into several streams, those for the stables, some soldiers to keep watch over the pass, and many more waiting to enter the great castle of Vultureâs Peak.Â
As if to proclaim their name right, at least a dozen of the long-necked scavengers perch upon the towers. Bryce keeps you close as you keep astride. You peer toward the front of the crowd. The kingâs white hair defines him among the bodies. He speaks with several black-garbed soldiers as Jazlene is helped down from the cart. Neither husband or wife acknowledge each other.Â
You sit back and hang your head. Bryce breathes in through his nose and clucks, âright. Letâs get you to the queen.âÂ
You glance over, numb from more than the cold. He dismounts and brings you down to ground level. He fixes your cloak as it opens and lets in the stirring bluster. He finds a post to tie the horses to before he herds you towards the castle.Â
You approach with your head down. The queen stands with a hand on her lower back though her bodice remains snug and flat to her unchanged stomach. The fur cloak drapes from her shoulders majestically as she stands with her head high. You stare at the hem of her skirt and await your orders.Â
âLet us see to our host,â the king declares as he offers his arm to his queen, a stiff and despondent gesture. Â
You keep your eyes down. You would rather wait without. You sense him pausing, looking around, and he turns to face the facade. He huffs. âRight, Sir Bryce, until I give the signal, you will keep all without.âÂ
âYour highness,â Bryce agrees and moves closer to you.Â
King Geralt stalks through the snow with his wife in tow. Her words drift back behind her, â... so bleak. Is this how they receive a king and queen?âÂ
The king grunts but gives no answer as he pulls her onward, climbing the steps one by one as she slows him with her odd lean back. You turn to Bryce and tuck your chin down. Neither of you have said much since the pass.Â
You wait, blowing into your hands and mulling back and forth. A restlessness stirs through the bodies around you, an uncertainty as you await the kingâs confirmation. The lull carries on until the sun shifts into a new phase, or rather, the sky changes hue.Â
The doors of the castle creak open and a slender woman descends the stairs. Her skin is smooth like polished brass and a similar hue, her hair is a shade of straw and her eyes are an eerie shade of jade. She wears a plain cloak on her shoulders and a square cap on the crown of her head.Â
âLord Vesemir welcomes the kingâs company,â she speaks boldly above the din of curious murmurs. âPlease come.âÂ
She beckons with her gloved hand and turns back to the castle. She walks forward without waiting. Bryce tuts, âtypical.â He spins and waves, âyou heard her, letâs go. Servants to the east, soldiers find your stations, lords and ladies, the west wing.âÂ
He spins and grabs your arm, ushering you ahead of the scrambling masses. You let him lead you on, though you might have preferred to stay in the gales. Â
Inside, the walls are lit with mounted lanterns. The flames glow along the spacious hall and corridors haze amber to each side of you. Bryce keeps you close as he steps out of the way of the flood of bodies. He stops several other soldiers to direct them on how to accommodate the party.Â
âRight,â he peers up the central staircase, with posts like spears, and he points you up it.Â
âYou know this place?â You keep your voice low as you come to the top.Â
âAye, been here now and again,â he says. âVesemir isnât the most hospitable. Not beyond a few, but the king does hold a special bond with the old bear.âÂ
âOh,â you peer around at the plain tapestries, no patterns, just cut fabric to warm the walls. There is a single marked banner with symbols you do not recognise.Â
âDo not fear. He is harmless. He puts on a mean snarl but he isnât so mean as he pretends,â Bryce explains.Â
You nod and skid to a halt in fright. A large bear stands by the wall, arms raised in attack, itâs great teeth bear in a growl. You squeak and knock into the soldier beside you. Itâs white fur reminds you of the kingâs tresses.Â
âOh, mouse, itâs long dead,â he pats your shoulder and laughs, âVesemir claims to have killed the beast with his own hands. He doesnât mention that no sound or wise man would be so far north as to meet a white bear such as this.âÂ
You gulp and gape at the large beast.Â
âStuffed. Itâs hide preserved,â he points as he gets closer to it, unafraid, âwhen I first came, I had my sword drawn at the sight. Itâs a cruel trick by the castle lord.âÂ
He touches the bearâs large claw and gestures you forward. You move forward and he takes your hand, putting it to the beastâs large paw. You feel the dried pads and shudder. He lets you go but you do not rescind your reach. You feel the fur of the creature, softer than you imagined.Â
âSuppose we should get you where you need to be,â he exhales, taking out his sweet leaves to put some in his mouth.Â
You pull back and face him. You wait for his guidance and he presses on. He pauses to ask a servant where the queenâs chamber lays. With his answer, you continue on.Â
The two guards stand outside the doors. You recognise the one that is often there, with the coppery hair and sparse beards. The other is not familiar to you, though youâve seen many faces on the road. Bryce nods to them and they let you through.Â
âDonât trouble her maid, she is in sensitive condition,â the orange-haired guard warns.Â
âEh,â Bryce growls, âmind yer business, sheâll mind hers.âÂ
âDonât get your hackles up, old man,â the guard scoffs and you stop to look back.Â
âIn,â Bryce demands and points you through the door.Â
You enter and the door closes out the voices, muffled by the barrier as their argument continues. The confrontation is most unexpected. You donât recall either of the queenâs men ever speaking to you before. Most times, they barely took notice. Youâre only happy Bryce was there to bark back at him.Â
The queen is at the foot of her bed. She looks unhappy. You glance around the chamber, for a moment expecting the king to be lurking there with her. She is alone, holding her stomach as she breathes slowly.Â
âWould you stop staring like a dolt and fetch a pail?â She garbles behind her hand.Â
You grab the clean chamber pot from the corner and bring it to her. She seizes it and spits into it, though she hardly spits up more than saliva. She grumbles and shoves it back at you.Â
âThis place smells like cinder and dust,â she complains as you return the pot to its place. âAnd the snow is repugnant. To think, I am to be queen of ice. How dull. We should make our thrones in the summer lands.âÂ
Her gripes ease you. Those are expected, almost a comfort.Â
âHardly matters where I go, does it? The king never comes anyhow,â she whines and lays back across the mattress, âI carry his child and he doesnât seem to care. Do you know what he said when I told him?âÂ
You donât reply. She doesnât want to hear more than her own voice.Â
âHe says, âsee your duty done before you boast,ââ she kicks her legs as they hang over the edge, âsee it done? I have his seed in me and he is still distant. Will he see his child in my arms then command me see it to adulthood before my dutyâs rewarded?âÂ
You stare at the wall. Her account of the kingâs neglect sickens you, so much that you could spit up in the same pot as her. Is it you? Are you the reason he does not tend to her? Perhaps you do deserve her wrath more than you know. You wish in that moment that she would let it out upon you. You have earned any lashing she may give you.Â
Though you may not have chosen your path, not as maid, not as traveler, not as the kingâs desire, it does not matter. You will pay for the whims of your masters. As Merinda predicted, though not as she might have dreamt it, they have drawn you into great danger.Â
#geralt of rivia#dark geralt#dark!geralt#geralt of rivia x reader#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#au#medieval au#the witcher#winter's king
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Hi,if youâre not busy can you write a fic of Cod characters with a cia agent gf ?
yes ofc! yk i love a good little government agent gf moment :)
a double life
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summary: From hidden occupations to a particular set of skill sets, the 141 learns to adapt to having a girlfriend who has all the right qualifications (and who could completely kick their ass).
pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons/violence
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price
"Sorry I can't be there to meet you, Price," Laswell spoke over the web camera feed, "got tied up in South America." Price nodded as he held the bridge of his nose, Laswell had promised her best field agent to act as a point person for their mission in New Zealand. However, just the thought of some middle-aged retired veteran or worse yet, hot-shot rookie, made his headache pound even further. "She's a good one, Price," Laswell reassured, "skilled in practically every major language and the best marks in her physical fitness examination." "Yes Kate, I read her file, but it seems like you failed to include a photo-" He was interrupted by a sturdy knock at the door. "Looks like she's here."
As you cracked the door open, you practically dropped the files that sat in your arms. "What are you doing here?" Price asked jovially and you could feel the breath release from your sternum, "didn't expect an on-base visit like this." As the pieces began to fit together, you realized he didn't know what you were actually there for. "John, Kate sent me here," you whispered as you shut the door gently, "heard you're going to New Zealand." As the realization hit him like an oncoming train, you braced for impact. "You-you work for the CIA?" he asked almost foolishly and you nodded in response. "I did say I worked in Virginia," you corrected, "and you had to know my surprise visit yesterday wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing." Price could feel his headache reach a fever pitch as he reviewed your file again. "Then what's with the name?" he asked, "you lie about that too." You let out a laugh as you explained, "People have nicknames and mother's maiden names, John." As you sat back in your chair and crossed your legs, Price wondered what he had done for the universe to gift him you.
soap
Despite your initial reservations, Johnny was quite good at keeping your occupation vague and nonchalant in conversation. You were honest about your work in central intelligence and he took that secret to the grave. Your long-distance relationship was written off as you working in some company in DC and no one batted an eye at your occasional inference at military strategy or surveillance techniques. When you returned home, you would always be sure to show him extra appreciation for his covertness. "Tryna make me patriotic?" he would joke before you would kiss him and stifle his laughs.
However, he loved testing your skill set and seeing if you were as trained of an operative as your file read. "Let's see what they teach you over there, Bonnie," he joked as he lined up his sights at the air gun range. You refrained from kicking him as you stood back to watch him. You almost let out a laugh when you saw his small pellet ricochet just slightly off target. "Hmm and that's why Ghost is your long-range weapons specialist," you teased as he got up and switched positions. You breathed in as you looked down your sights and positioned your rifle towards the farthest target on the range. "You Americans, always so fucking cocky," he muttered under his breath before you quickly shut him up with a quick shot directly into the center of the target. The metal hen spun around widely at your expert marksmanship and you exhaled your held breath. You stood up and tried to size up your tall boyfriend. "Best 2/3?" you offered and you smiled as he kissed your forehead before ushering you out of the way to try again. "Fucking CIA training," he whispered as he got into position again. "You say something, you glorified sergeant?"
gaz
It was 4 am when you arose from the bed and leaned into Kyle, taking in his warmth and seeking refuge from the cold London air. You could always rely on your boyfriend to be your human-sized space heater. As you laid your head across his chest, you could feel him stir lightly. "Time to go already, love?" he asked with his eyes still closed and you muttered in confirmation. You always knew what challenges came with living so far away from the States but you had someone who made it all worth it. He kissed your forehead lightly as you rolled off the bed. You tried to quietly make your way to the bathroom to let him get some more hours of precious sleep but upon your return, it was clear Kyle was more awake than before.
"You sure you don't need me to drive you to the airport?" he offered yet again as you dressed quickly in dress slacks and a blouse. "MI6 is sending a car," you explained as you collected your overnight bag, "just try to get some sleep, my love. I'll text you when I land in Langley." Despite your soft kiss on the cheek, Kyle still pouted as you pulled away. "Don't understand why you can't be a liaison officer for us," he mumbled but you ruffled his hair slightly. "When the position becomes available, I'll be the first application on there," you smiled, doing a final check of your things, "just tell Price to write me a hell of a recommendation letter." With that, you shared another long kiss as you slightly cringed at his morning breath. "I'll be sure to say hi to the cybercrime analysis team for you, hopefully, they'll actually take my advice this time," you laughed before exiting out of your apartment and embracing the cold English air you had grown to love.
ghost
When the question arose of your occupation, you would always smile and defer to being just an "American government worker." However, you always knew Simon had more than just an inkling as to your occupation. When you spoke about military strategy, and combat techniques, or even had various conversations in different languages over the phone, it was clear to him that you were more than just a civilian. The shock didn't even resonate with him when you uttered the words, "Paramilitary Operations Officer," it all seemed to fall into place. He wouldn't bat an eye when it came to long stretches of days that you were in minimal contact with him. "I'll be back," you would reassure as you pulled on a dark hoodie and headed out the door with a bag. Simon would always be there to clean your wounds and ice your bruises.
It was a shock when Simon hadn't heard from you in a month. You had left in the middle of the day in a black Mercedes that disappeared off the English skyline. It was the unfortunate timing that he had been on leave when you left and there had been no word from Price regarding a new mission. Every morning, he would turn over in your king-sized bed expecting to see you smiling back at him. However, the days dragged on without any information meeting his ears. You could practically still picture his terrified face when you turned the key into the door and slammed your bag down. Simon paused upon seeing your blackened eye and wrapped knuckles. The eye bags on your delicate face further added worry to the situation. "Don't ask," you whispered as you fell into his chest, "intel was shit." That was all Simon needed to lift you gently and place you back on the couch. As he held you in his arms with an ice pack to your eye, you slightly pulled away from his touch. "I promised I would come back, didn't I?"
#task force 141 x reader#task force 141#cod x reader#call of duty modern warfare#cod mwii#modern warfare 2#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#soap x reader#price x reader#kyle garrick x reader#john price x reader#Johnny mactavish x reader#mw2 imagine#madebyizzie#izzie is writing
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Could you please write something about lando and some sort of enemies thing? even just a blurb, i just need lando fucking the sassiness out of someone.
Ok so i loved this but it isnt smut and its very angsty and i kinda just took the idea and ran with it
IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU WANTED PLZ FORGIVE ME đđťđđťđđťđđť
Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know? (LN4)
Summary: Theyâve always hated each other. Always. Right?
Warnings: language, lando being highkey toxic but we can just ignore that!, im sorry i dont know if i like this plz let me know if its shit in the comments đ¤đť, gender stereotyping? Im not sure the term lmk đ
Note: SHES A LONG ONE SO GRAB THAT POPCORN also very cutesy and fluffy ones are on the way in apology for this
It wasnât a secret to the fans, media, or the entirety of the grid.
Lando and Y/n hated each other.
No one was quite sure when it started or how it happened, but it was clear that the two couldnât stand each other. Through menacing glares and snide comments, both of them showed how much loathing really went on behind the scenes. It didnât help that they were teammates, both of them driving for the beautiful papaya, as it brought on horrible reviews and narratives. Continuously making McLaren look reckless, Lando and Y/n had gotten countless amounts of scoldings from the PR team, the employees pleading with them to stop the games and just get along, but, for some reason, they never could.
Y/n hated the sight of his face and the sound of his voice, and LandoâŚ
Well, Lando didnât exactly know why he hated her. She had never done anything to him, in fact, she had been so sweet to him the first time they met he had been convinced he was going to fall in love with her, but, over time, the anticipation of his inevitable love for her transformed into pure annoyance at her presence.
âCan you please stop breathing so loud?â Her voice broke through his thoughts as they waited for their next interview.
Rolling his eyes, Lando set his gaze on her, âAre you asking me to stop breathing?â
âNo, Iâm asking you to stop doing it so loud.â She countered.
Usually, he wouldnât comment on someoneâs bad behavior, but she made him so aggravated that he couldnât help but look her in the eyes and say, âNo.â
His sickly sweet smile made her fist twitch at her side as she got up from her chair and gathered her things, âGod, you never stop, do you?â
He laughed as she left, âNot for you.â
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âHow do you guys even coexist let alone be teammates?â Daniel asked Y/n as they sat and ate lunch in Alpine Hospitality.
She shrugged, âI donât know.â
He sat back, his fork falling to the side of his salad as he stared at her intently, âWould this have anything to do with that conversation you had with me when you first started racing for McLaren?â
Her head lulled against the table as she groaned, âDaniel, Iâm so sick of you bringing that up. I was just hyped up with excitement over being the first girl to race in F1. What I said to you then was the product of delusion and a charming smile.â
His head tilted, âMhm, sure. So, when you said you loved him, that was fabricated too?â
Her heart sped up and her cheeks burned at the inference, âYes. You canât love someone within a few months of knowing them.â
His eyes told her he knew exactly the kind of war that was going on in her head, âY/n, itâs okay to love someone. Itâs okay to put yourself out there.â
She saw the way his hand reached for hers lying on the table, but she pulled it back to dodge his digits trying to comfort her, âWell, itâs a good thing I donât love him then.â
His mischievous smile haunted her, âI didnât say his name, Y/n. All I said was itâs okay to love someone. I never said âLandoââ.
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âSo, your rivalry is one of the main things you two are known for on the track. How has this affected your relationship off the track? What I mean to ask is does the distaste come from whatâs going on on track or just a wavelength you two canât catch?â The reporter asked, his eyes searching for real answers in the PR-trained athletes.
Y/n opened her mouth to answer, the planned words ready to fly off her tongue, but Landoâs scoffing and interruption stopped her, âThere isnât a rivalry on track. If you know what I mean.â
The reporterâs eyebrows shot up, the opportunity for a juicy story right in front of him, âAre you saying Y/n doesnât compare to your level of driving skills?â
Even though she hated him and expected nothing but the worst, she was still surprised when he didnât hesitate to nod, âWell, she hasnât been in Formula 1 for as long as I have. I have more experience and, therefore, Iâm a better driver.â
His lack of humbleness had her blood boiling, âYouâre answering this question as if Iâm not sitting right here.â
All the men in the room turned at her voice, seemingly realizing she was sitting up there just like he was. The obliviousness to her presence wasnât something she wasnât familiar with, it happening on a daily basis, but that didnât stop the sinking feeling from setting in.
âDo you have something to add?â The reporter shot out, his gaze flipping from both drivers.
She turned her head, glancing at Lando, before continuing, âI think itâs inappropriate for you to ask about Lando and Iâs relationship. Thatâs something between him and I, not anyone else, and I think Landoâs answer is arrogant and inappropriate as well seeing as Iâm actually ahead of him in the Constructerâs Championship.â
Each of the men addressed in her statement went to defend themselves, but she put up her hands, âIâm not done. As a woman in this sport, you have to be able to set boundaries with the people around you, especially teammates,â She glared at Lando, âIt is clear you were and are trying to start something by your question and Lando may be too naive to see it, but I do not appreciate it. Next question.â
The room was silent before another reporter stood up, a woman this time, and asked her own question. A good, informative one that had Y/n smiling at her in gratefulness.
She answered it with ease even with Landoâs death stare drilling into her side.
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âWHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL!â He screamed as soon as they were alone. She knew it was coming. He had given her rude looks all throughout the panel ever since she shut him and that reporter down.
Looking at him like he had grown two heads, Y/n waved her arms around, âWhat did you want me to do, Lando? Let you talk shit on me while I was right there?â
His annoyed groan echoed throughout the room as he took a moment to reel himself in before looking at her like she could die and he wouldnât care, âI wasnât talking shit and you know it. All you did was take an opportunity to make me look stupid in front of people who control my reputation.â
âOh, wow I didnât know that, Lan! Thanks for clearing it up!â She said sarcastically.
His finger came to point at her, âI worked so hard to get where I am, I love my job, and yet you make me question leaving every single day.â
Her eyebrows furrowed, âWorked hard? Are you kidding me, Lando? Your daddy paid for your way in here and we both know it.â
That seemed to strike a nerve as his face heated up in anger before he hit the wall in a sheer mask of rage, âWHERE DO YOU GET OFF, BITCH?â
Her eyes closed and she inhaled a slow breath before saying, âIs bitch all you have? Really?â
He stalked towards her quickly, his frame towering over hers as he stared her down, âI have so much more, but, for the sake of your feelings, I wonât do that to you.â
She laughed with a dry, short sound, âTry me.â
His eyebrows lifted, âReally?â
âGo right ahead.â
Those three words seemingly ruined her life as Lando went into a full-fledged monologue about why he hated her with every cell in his body, âI think itâs crazy the amount of ego you have because all you really are is a PR stunt, so McLaren looks good. Why do you think they would sign a 20-year-old girl who canât drive for shit? Itâs because youâre a girl, Y/n. Your whole message about this industry needing to stop using women as pawns is bullshit. You wanna know why? Itâs because youâre the epitome of that with the way you were only signed and you were only ever going to be signed because of your gender and the things it could do for our image. Do you understand me? You donât mean shit to this team.â
It was as if he had pulled her greatest fears from the depths of her body and presented them in front of her, confirming them. Her eyes watered and her hands shook. Not from anger, but from the crushing reality that Lando never cared about her. From their early days when she thought he was flirting with her and that the jacket he draped over her shoulders when it was cold meant something more to now, where he was yelling at her and tearing her down piece by piece, she didnât recognize him.
No amount of time spent in bed trying to understand what she had done to him to make him hate her in the way he did would never be enough to conjure up some form of an explanation.
She would have to live with the fact that the man she loved hated her more than anything else in the world. That he could see her lying wounded on the street and he would swerve his car to injure her more.
Somewhere in the span of her thinking, she had begun to cry. The soft, wet tears slowly made their way down her face as if to tease Lando and the mistake he had just made. The meaningless words dawned on him too late as Y/n roughly turned away from him and made her way to the door, slamming it shut and being as loud as she could be.
The knowing faces she saw as she ran out of the hospitality told her that their yelling had been heard by everyone. Something which made her skin crawl and stomach churn at the thought of.
Her head throbbed as one idea bounced around its walls.
Her time at McLaren was effectively over.
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Whispering increased as Lando made his way through the doors of McLarenâs Headquarters. He had been called for an impromptu meeting with Charlotte and Zak, a pairing that scared him shitless.
His footsteps halted when her short bob caught his eye outside of Zakâs office, âHey, is everything okay?â
Her panicked gaze met him and she aggressively grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt and pulled him into the room, Zak already standing there in wait, âWhat did you do?â
His hard tone made Lando rethink his entire life, âWhat do you mean?â
Charlotte hit his chest, âDonât be stupid, Lando. What did you say to her?â
He shook his head, âI seriously have no clue what you two are talking about.â
Zak yelled in annoyance, âDid you not check your phone? Your teammateâs just resigned because, and I quote, âit wasnât the right fitâ. Lando, what did you say to her?â
The air in the room disappeared as Landoâs eyes narrowed, âShe what?â
He couldnât think, all he could do was slowly slide down to sit in the chair behind him as his legs gave out under him.
âShe quit, Lando,â Charlotte repeated.
âLando, if you donât tell us what you said to her right now, you wonât be the only driver out of a seat.â Zak threatened.
He put his head in his hands as he mumbled, âI told her she was only here because we wanted to sign a woman for good PR.â
A creepy, deafening silence fell upon the room as Zak and Charlotte gazed at each other. The two of them were finally at their wits end with the two driverâs misplaced dislike for each other.
Charlotte cleared her throat, âWhat?â
âI told her she was only here becaus-â He began to repeat, but she interrupted him.
âI heard you.â
At that, Zak leaned forward on his desk, his intimidating stance making Lando straighten up, âYou better go to her and apologize for what you said. Lando, if she doesnât come back here tomorrow asking for her seat back, I will personally ensure that your next years with us are pure hell. If you just drove one of the best drivers we have ever seen out because you couldnât man up enough to tell her you love her and instead created this narrative where you hated her, I will ruin your career. I donât care what kind of relationship we have built over the time youâve been with us.â
Charlotte rested her hand on his shoulder, âWhereâd you even get the idea that that was why we signed her?â
He shook his head, âNowhere! I just wanted to hit her where it hurt because thatâs what she did to me. I know we didnât sign her on for that reason and I know the kind of talent she has! I donât know why I did that! I-â He looked at them helplessly, âIâm sorry.â
âSave it for her,â Charlotte said sternly as she gestured for him to leave.
It didnât take his body any moment longer to leap from his chair and go into autopilot, speeding to her apartment. There had been a few car crash scares on the way there, but he, ultimately, made it to her place with just a shaken feeling.
His hand wrapped against the wooden door, praying she would answer. The sound of her footsteps sounded from behind the door as the lock clicked and it squeezed open.
âWhat are you doing here? You got what you wanted. I left McLaren.â She said quietly and it was then that Lando realized how exhausted she was of their ongoing feud.
âY/n, I never wanted that.â He said softly as he rested against the edge of her door, looking down at her adoringly.
His quiet words seemed to aggravate her as she swung the door open and yelled, âTHEN WHAT DO YOU WANT? I WENT QUIET WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE ANNOYED WITH HOW MUCH I SPOKE OUT, I STOPPED MAKING JOKES WHEN YOU TOLD ME I WASNâT FUNNY, AND I LEFT WHEN YOU TOLD ME I DIDNâT HAVE A REAL PLACE ON THE TEAM. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?â
He couldnât help the way his heart sunk at the hell he had put her through.
All because he couldnât be honest with himself.
âI want you.â He whispered, looking in her eyes like it would help her understand.
However, it didnât and she scoffed, âOh, so you hated me yesterday, but you want me today? Real mature, Lando. How about you leave me alone, okay? I canât take your mood swings anymore.â
The door began to close on him, but he stopped it with his hand. Pushing it open and stepping into her apartment, he forced her to hear him, âI never hated you. Never. I know it seemed like it and the things I said to you yesterday were absolutely disgusting. I donât blame you for being confused about why Iâm telling you this now with the way I have treated you over the time weâve been teammates. But, and just listen to me here, I never hated you. I hated the way you made me feel. I hated the fact that I loved you more than I ever couldâve loved Luisinha, I hated the way you made me want to give up a Grand Prix just so you could win it and feel happy, and I hate the way youâre right there yet I canât have you.â
Her resolve cracked, he could tell, but she still held her ground, âYou think you coming over here and telling me what Iâve been wanting to hear for years will erase what you said to me yesterday?â
His hands came to gently rest over her arms, trying so hard to show her how much she meant to him, âNo, I donât think that. I know what I said to you will always be something you think about, an insecurity that will never go away, and I hate myself for doing that to you. But, I would hate myself more if I let you walk away from F1 and McLaren thinking all you ever were was some ploy.â
She stared at him, clearly dodgy and untrusting of his words, but the look in his eyes, soft and pleading, told her that he had come here with good intentions.
Trying to stop herself from caving in, she looked away, âOkay, youâve made your point. You can leave now.â
He shook his head, âNo.â
Groaning, âWhy? You told me what you wanted to and I believe you so what else is there?â
âYou havenât told me that youâre coming back to McLaren.â He said as he pulled her face back to look at him with his fingers.
âWhy would I do that? How do I know this thing between us stops here?â She asked hesitantly.
âIt wonât,â He began, his words causing her eyebrows to furrow, âIt wonât because I still love you. I canât make up for the things I said to you nor can I take them back, but what I can do is show you that I never meant any of it. If you come back, Iâm telling you our hostile relationship wonât be hostile anymore, but I canât promise I wonât work to get you to love me too.â
Her head fell down, so close to leaning into his chest, as she whispered, âI already do.â
He lightly nudged her head to rest against him as he softly said, âWell, that cuts down my workload by a lot.â
She chuckled, the sound reminding him that he might just be out of the woods, as she looked up at him, âAnd what if I gave you a chance?â
His smile reached his eyes, âI wouldnât let you down.â
âWell, then maybe Iâll give you a chance.â
He kissed her forehead lightly before her tone shifted, âIs it true what you said yesterday? Did McLaren only sign me because it helped their image?â
He rapidly shook his head, âNo, that was a stupid comment to make. That has never and will never be true. Your skill and talent speaks for itself, Y/n. Do you wonder why I get so defensive when someone talks about our ârivalryâ? Itâs because I know youâre better than me.â
âDonât do that.â She said.
âDonât do what?â He asked.
âLie to me.â
He smiled at her, âLove, you said it yourself yesterday. Youâre beating me in the Constructerâs Championship. If you look at our numbers side by side, itâs a fact youâre the better driver.â
Her mischievous smile greeted him, âI know. I just wanted you to say it out loud.â
Scoffing with a loving smile on his face, âOh, you drive me crazy.â
She returned his smile, the look telling him she was in this with him for a long time, âEnemies to lovers, baby. Enemies to lovers.â
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an impolite use of magic
I was rereading Malleusâs Dorm Uniform vignettes to gather information for another post! Something that stuck out to me upon the reread was how magic can be used in an insulting or disrespectful way. We often hear about how both NRC and Twisted Wonderland itself has many rules and regulations which govern magic and its usesâbut it seems there is a social component too.
A quick summary of the aforementioned vignettes; they center around Malleus trying to make it to a dorm leaders meeting. After his peers fail to successfully remind him of their appointed time and day, Malleus decides it would be easier the other dorm leaders come to him rather than him going to them. He then casts a spell which transfers those he wishes to meet with (the headmaster and dorm leaders), bringing them directly to him. This is where it gets interesting, because it is Malleus using this spell on his peers that offends them.
Azul indicates that he had never been treated with such disrespect and that Malleusâs act is an insult. Vil and Leona express upset that Malleus seems to think of them as nothing more than objects, luggage, a pen, or a book. Malleus says he does not understand why everyone is mad because the same spell he used on them, they use all the time to summon their magical pens to them. Riddle clarifies: âPENS ARE OBJECTS AND WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS!!â Lastly, Idia likens the situation to being treated like a familiar that Malleus sees fit to summon at his beck and call, which is also just as irritating.
Judging by the other dorm leadersâ reactions, we can infer that most mages find it extremely impolite to have a spell which is typically used on objects cast on them/living beings. Riddle implies you must obtain consent before doing so, otherwise it violates decorum. (This aligns with the idea that magic is usually formally regulated; for example, medical mages must still get their patientsâ consent to operate on them or to heal them.)
Reviewing the other lore we know of, this piece of magical manners (?) makes sense. It seems to be okay to cast object-oriented magic so long as permission is granted. For example, in Floydâs Labwear vignettes, Adeuce are shown practicing color changing magic on an apple. Vil would use similar color changing magic to alter his and his fatherâs clothes when they were being hounded by the paparazzi. A similar situation would occur in Liliaâs Suitor Suit vignettes, in which Malleus uses his magic to create a suit on Lilia that perfectly matches his image. Iâm sure there are many other examples you could think of; these are just the most obvious ones that come to my mind.
Where does that leave us? Well, with a bunch more questions!! Firstly, what else is considered rude use of magic? Secondly, are spells which violate control over oneâs mind and body also considered transgressions of social norms??? They must be, right?? Then why was everyone so chill when discussing how Ruggie and Jamil used their UMs in the main story compared to Malleus casting his transference spell? Isnât having someone elseâs will overwrite your own equally as, if not more, degrading and dehumanizing??? (We do see the the other students upset about the magic being casted on them after the fact, but talking about the possibility of it isnât done with horror; maybe because it was already established that doing these things is a no-no.) In which case, Ruggie and Jamil, who have UMs meant to be used on living beings anyway, is also âimpoliteâ because their spells still violate other peopleâs autonomy. Why isnât this banned by law or at least regulated?? Because itâs too hard to control through legislation alone? (That actually makes sense đŚ)
What about when Deuce cast a floating spell on Ace to launch him at the chandelier in the prologue? Or the time NRC students made rude Halloween goers (Magicam Monsters) leave campus by floating them over the school gates?? Were those instances considered impolite too???? And is it more impolite to use magic against a non-mage (since they cannot defend themselves) than against a mage? They mention in Terror is Trending that there are laws against using (attack) magic on non-mages, but what about non-attacking spells and with consent like color changing magic???
What are the rules around casting magic on sentient objects like the Mirror of Darkness, is that considered rude as well since the object is âlivingâ? Do ghosts count as âlivingâ enough to be offended by having an object-oriented spell cast on them? Where do blessings and curses fall in this, since those can be cast without consent (Lilia on baby Silver in book 7) and can also be cast on objects (Vil with the gifted cake and pie in book 5).
I must.. know⌠đ¤Ą
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A thousand roses
~ Cassian X Fem!Reader
Summary: Every day you curse the books that gave you unrealistically high expectations of men. Sure you were going to be single forever until you meet Cassian. Adamant he wants to take you on a date, Cassian does his best to impress.
Warning: â ď¸ Reading this may give you unrealistically high expectations of men â ď¸
Actual warnings: Lots of sex talk and inferences to sex but no actual smut!
âAnd then he made her orgasm three times! Three! The last guy I was with didnât even manage to squeeze one out of me!â
Upon finishing your latest read, you just couldnât help but give a very detailed review of exactly what you thought about it to your co-worker. A packed cafe in Velaris during the middle of the day was probably not the most appropriate location to shout about your sex life, but you just had to share how the smut filled pages had left you more satisfied than any man had ever done.
Jadis snorted into the steaming hot tea she was drinking, liquid spilling everywhere, âIâm telling you girl, you just need to get out there, kiss a few frogs to find your prince. I donât know how many more of your smut reviews I can take. Itâs not natural to be this turned on at work.â
You hummed in response, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the pages of your book, âBut thatâs the problem. Iâm too picky to go for a frog!â You blame the hundreds of books in your library at home for that, millions of perfect fictional men literally at your fingertips. âReal men just donât do it for me anymore.â
This statement was confirmed as you miserably scanned your eyes over the customers in the cafe, none of the males present seeming to stick out to you meet any of your self-imposed standards. You only had yourself and your books to blame for your lack of a relationship.
âIâm just never going to find anyone! Forever reading in my house wishing I was at the mercy of one of my book boyfriendsâ you sighed, not wanting to seem downhearted but you just couldnât help it. Velaris just so happened to be a haven for beautiful relationships, everywhere you turned youâd see interlocked hands, affectionate hugs and the occasional heated exchange of kisses. You could only wish that one day youâd be in the same boat as them, overwhelmingly in love with someone who you could call your own. Thereâs a reason the night court was so affectionately called the court of dreams.
Jadis reeled in your wandering mind, âWell darling, I hope you enjoy forever fantasising about sex rather than having it. I for one canât wait to take Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome for a spin.â
She was referring to the moderately attractive male who had asked her out the other day during the preparation of his morning coffee. In your opinion, it wasnât the most romantic scene. Though Jadis hadnât been on a date in a long while and so in her own words she was going to implode if she didnât get a good fuck in soon. So who were you to judge.
The bell above the cafe door twinkled, ending the conversation about your book and pathetic love life. Your eyes travelled to the cafe entrance and stopped when they landed on the biggest male you had ever seen. The Illyrian walked through the door, having to duck his head and draw his wings in to fit through the much smaller frame. His presence in the cafe was enough for you to lift your head from where it was sat in your palm, interest peaked.
There was no doubt that this Illyrian was one of the most attractive males you have ever seen. His long brown hair was pulled back messily into a bun. You didnât normally like the rough, slightly barbarian-esque type, typically preferring your males to be more clean-cut. It was clear this man didnât look like most males. No, he looked as if he had just stepped out of one of your deliciously sinful smut books.
He began to approach the counter, his body taking up so much space that he bumped into tables, displacing the drinks of customers who were grasping at the mugs and glasses to try and prevent them from spilling at the earthquake caused by this ginormous man. He apologised to each of them as he moved but kept his eyes locked ahead. Locked on you.
Your friend, noticing the effect this man had on you, spun around and immediately started acting as if she was busy with another job, leaving you to serve him in your hypnotised state.
âJust a coffee please loveâ he said, pulling you from your stupor as he finally came to a stop at the counter. Mother, even his voice was hot. It was resonant and also bore the twinge of gruffness which left goosebumps on your arms in its wake. There was no doubt everything about this man oozed pure sex appeal. You were too mesmerised to move, brain not registering that he had asked you to do your job. Instead, like a besotted fool, you stayed stood behind your counter, feet rooted to the ground.
âYou alright there gorgeous?â The unbelievably good looking male asked, roguishly handsome smile growing on his face, clearly aware of the effect he has on you. This spurred you to move, the stacked cups surrounding you rattling at your sudden movement. âCoffee! Right. Yes, of course!â Managing to squeak a few words out, you turned around to busy yourself with making the coffee, hatred in your eyes as you glared at Jadis who left you stranded making coffee for this very handsome man whoâs looks alone were doing very strange things to you and making you think very indecent things. Jadis, undeterred by your glare, wiggled her eyebrows at you, grin stretched across her face, beaming from ear to ear.
With shaky hands, you finish up with making his coffee and without turning around, afraid youâd accidentally start professing your undying love to him if you did, you ask, âany sugar?â
His honey coated voice replies, âNo thanks, Iâve already got my eye on something sweeter.â You ignored the sight of your friendâs head snapping speedily to look at you in glee. Heat burning across your cheeks, you turn back to face him, avoiding the manâs eyes.
Hands still shaking, you place the coffee in front of him and wait for him to pay. The sooner he leaves the sooner you can gossip with your Jadis about him and moan about your inability to act normal in front of incredibly attractive men. He pulls out the money from his pocket and places it on the counter, pushing it towards you, but before you can take it from him he drags it back in his direction, finger holding it in place. âHow about you and I go out together sometime sweetheart? Youâre obviously desperate to.â
At this, the lovesick fog that had been swimming in front of your eyes since this man had entered the cafe dissipated. Rose-tinted glasses off you noticed that the smile that adorned his face was more of a cocky smirk. His confidence and tone of voice told you that he asks this question a lot and most likely always gets the answer he desires. It was clear this man wasnât the personification of one of your book males come to life. He was just another playboy.
Not wanting to just be another name on the list for this man, you slid the money out from under his hand, sickly sarcastic smile on your face, and said, âI think Iâll pass thanks sweetheart.â
The males smirk promptly fell from his face in shock, clearly not expecting, nor used to rejection. He sputtered out a few buts and whats, flirty demeanour forgotten, a slightly pathetic butt-hurt one taking its place. This was definitely a man not used to losing.
âHave a nice day!â You enthusiastically, and very satirically, finished this interaction before walking away to busy yourself with clearing some now empty tables in the cafe. Wings hung low in defeat, the man at the counter left the cafe, bell ringing as he exited. This surprised you, having expected him to put up a little more of a fight, but nonetheless you were glad that it was over with. Cursing yourself for falling for just another pretty face, standards forgotten.
âWhat?!â Your friend screamed running over to you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you vigorously as if you had lost all senses. Unafraid of scaring off the customers who still sat in the cafe, some clearly entertained by the whole event which had transpired. âDo you know who that was? Oh Y/N he was totally into you! Why did you say no?â
âBecause he was looking at me as if I was a piece of meat! And no, I have no idea who he was and unlike you I donât go jumping on every stranger who asks me out at workâ You brushed Jadis off of you and started taking the dirty glasses back behind the counter to be washed, your friend hot on your heels not wanting to finish this conversation just yet.
âThat was Cassian!â She continued, expression as if it should have been obvious to you who the Illyrian male was. âGood for himâ you replied, no idea why it should matter to you who he was, clearly if Jadis and the few interested by standers in the cafe knew who he was he had quite the reputation in Velaris. Surely that mustnât be a good thing.
âCassian? Lord of bloodshed? General and Commander of the Night Courtâs army?â She continued, seriously not convinced you could have absolutely no idea about him.
You snorted, âIâm sorry, no one actually has that many titles unless theyâre from a book⌠or if they just have a very large egoâ.
Jadis groaned, hands fisting her hair in exasperation, âY/N heâs like totally hot and totally loaded and super important! And he was so checking you out!â You could tell all this was upsetting your friend who was most definitely hoping you were about to get some much needed action, but all you could do was shrug, âIâm sorry babe but Iâm a romantic, itâs going to take more than pet names and a stupidly attractive face to gain my interest.â
Giving up, Jadis dropped her hands from her head in acceptance, disappointment clear on her face, âI know, but donât come running back to me to complain how unsatisfied you are when that Illyrian god was basically throwing himself at you.â
After the topic of the male was dropped, your day continued as normal, whilst Jadis had promised not to bring it up again but you couldnât help but notice the angry glances your friend kept throwing your way during the last few hours of your shift, distressed that you had let a man go who had seemed perfectly acceptable in her opinion.
At the end of your shift, in an attempt to get her to understand where you were coming from, you slid your book towards her, âHere. Read it and then maybe youâll understand what I mean.â She picked it up, looking at the cover eyes bulging at the title, âBound in chains? Really?â
âTrust me, sit down with a large glass of wine and read it. Youâre going to love it!â
With that the two of you locked up the cafe, book secure in Jadisâs bag. You said your goodbyes at the door and headed your seperate ways, all thoughts of the handsome man from earlier in the day long gone. Upon your arrival at home, you wandered to your favourite room in the house, your library, wanting to select a new read to cosy up with for the evening.
Approaching your shelf that you reserved exclusively for books you had bought but had yet to read, you pulled one out by its spine, eyes glancing over the cover. The cover which bore the image of a large, well-muscled man, whose long brown hair flowed freely over his shoulders. Eyes blowing wide and blush returning to your cheeks you shoved the book back onto the shelf. Thoughts drifting back to the Illyrian with the same looks who had been flirting with you earlier. Maybe youâd be better off reading a safe fantasy book tonight. Or better yet a book that had no man in at all, although that would be a rare find in your library.
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âI am a changed womenâ
Returning to work the next day, you were greeted by Jadis smiling, bouncing up and down on her feet, and holding your book in her hands.
âI take it you liked it then?â
âLiked it?âJadis squealed, âit was like reading pure porn. I loved itâ
You laughed along side her, of course Jadis would read an entire book and focus on the porn rather than the actual plot of it.
âTruly I did,â she continued, rushing about and gathering her things, âand I would love to stay behind now my shift has finished to talk about it but I have to go home and get ready for Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome, maybe tonight I can try out some of those moves I read about!â She winked at you, handing over your book before rushing out of the cafe with an excitable âWish me luck!â
Work had been very quiet today, allowing you time to sit and read your newest book. After finishing a simple fantasy last night you were left unsatisfied by the lack of enjoyment it provided when it came to the physical romance. Needing more, you had selected one of the filthiest books you could find.
Engrossed in the pages, plot thickening by the minute, you were absorbed into the book. Only to be broken from its spell when the familiar chime rang of the bell rang out, signalling a customer had arrived. Rushing to finish the page before they reached the counter, your eyes flew over the words before you finally reached the end of the page. Enabling you to look up from behind your book only to see Cassian standing before you, lips formed into a cautious smile. As if unsure of how youâd react to his presence after yesterday.
âCoffee?â You ask, eyebrows raised, placing your book down before standing up from the stool you were sat on behind the counter.
âPlease if you donât mind, but donât let me stop you from finishing âFated Frenzyâ⌠cauldron do women really read books like this?â Cassian exclaimed, picking up your book and flicking through the pages, holding it out of reach so you couldnât snatch it back.
Clenching your fists together as you glared at him you replied, âwell if only men knew how to actually please a woman then we wouldnât have to.â
âMaybe you just havenât found the right man then,â Cassian mumbled, focus still on the book that was dwarfed in his large hands. He must have reached a particularly risquĂŠ part as his eyes widened slightly, tongue peaking out from between his lips. Now as he spoke, reading from your book, he wore a large grin, âI mean not every man has a cock that looks as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves.â
You scowled, now managing to take hold of the book grasped in one of his large hands and snatched it back. âIâve certainly never met a man like thatâ you replied as you slammed your book back onto the counter and moved off to make his coffee so he could leave you to read in peace.
âDonât want to check sweetheart?â He teased from behind your back, clearly trying to get you as flustered as he had managed to yesterday. Pleased at your banter. Not wanting to give him what he wants, and definitely not wanting to turn around to see his stupidly handsome smirking face looking back at you, you replied from over your shoulder while you were busy finishing his drink, âit doesnât take a fool to know the spymaster has a larger wingspan. Now his Iâd like to see.â
You heard the catch of his breath, causing him to choke on air at what you had said, clearly not expecting your confident retort, and not saying anything at the discovery you do indeed know who he is all thanks to Jadis. Cheeks stretching into a grin of your own at his embarrassment, you turn and place his drink in front of him. Unlike yesterday, Cassian didnât even attempt to reach for his money before asking, âPlease, let me take you out somewhere niceâ.
Your smile dropped, head shaking slowly, âWhat classes as nice in your books? Other than a quick fuck behind the back of the building.â This comment made Cassianâs eyebrows knit together, not happy with the impression you had of him. âWhat will it take for you to understand Iâm serious? That I want to take you on a date to get to know you.â He sounded earnest youâd give him that.
âI donât know ok! I just know that Iâm not going to say yes to a man I donât even know who asked me out while I was just doing my job.â
He stretched out his hand, trying to meet yours which was resting on the counter but you pulled away before any contact could be made. âI want to get to know you, if youâll let me. Likes, dislikes, good bits, bad bits, everything.â
âI- I donât know Cassian, I just donât think this is going to work.â
âWhat will it take?â He begged, eyes desperate.
âFor you to be like one of themâ you said, nodding your head towards your book.
âAn overly sexual alpha male?â He said, confused as to what you were actually referring to. This made a small laugh escape from your lips, âNo thatâs just a bonus. Iâm sorry Cassian, I just dream about being swept of my feet by a man that acts like one of them. Romantic, sweet, not asking out every other woman they see.â
âI can be romanticâ Cassian said defensively, âI can be incredibly romanticâ
Wanting to get this interaction over with you decided just to agree with him. âIâm sure you can Cassian, no doubt thereâs a very lucky woman waiting for you somewhereâ.
You werenât sure it was possible for his brows to furrow any more than they already were, âIâll prove it to you. Prove that Iâm all in on this. Youâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever laid eyes on and Iâm not going to let you go that easily.â Determined look plastered on his face Cassian grabbed his coffee and walked towards the door pulling the it open, bell chiming, and before he stepped outside he called back to you, âIâll see you soon gorgeous, you better be ready for meâ and with that Cassian left, the cafe silent apart from the bell still ringing, the sound helping you realise that Cassian was real and that interaction did actually happen.
It was only five minutes later, when your wild thoughts were tamed by another customer entering did you realise that Cassian never even paid for his drink.
~~~~~
âY/N!â Cassian shouted bustling through the tables to reach you as he entered your work once more. Shock flooded your system, he had learnt your name from when you last spoke to him two days ago. After causing a ruckus, and spilling many drinks onto poor unsuspecting customers laps, he reached the counter where you were stood waiting for him.
âWhat are you-â you started angrily, worried he would scare away valued customers. Though you were interrupted by Cassian whose arm, which was hiding behind his back, shot out revealing the largest bouquet of flowers youâve ever seen.
He held them out expectantly, waiting for you to take them but your suprise had you rooted to the spot. Familiar with your freezing by now, Cassian impatiently shook the bouquet in your face, movement bringing your thoughts back to the present. Still not taking them, not quite believing something so beautiful could be gifted to you, you spoke, âTheyâre lovely Cassian but you just cut right in front of Matilda who was here first!â Cassianâs features faltered as he dropped the bouquet in disappointment.
Matilda , the lovely little old fae who frequented your cafe, leaned around Cassianâs broad figure so she could see you, âitâs alright Y/N! Take the damn flowers and talk to the man!â
Cassian thanked the older women and stuck out the flowers once more. âFor you,â he said encouragingly, willing you to accept the gift, âI told you Iâd prove myself to you. Iâm here for a date.â By this point you had been stood there for a ridiculous time causing your Jadis to stretch her arm past you and grab the flowers smirking as she says, âThank you Cassian, theyâre beautiful, Y/N loves them. Lillies are her favourite, how did you know?â Winking as she walked off with the bouquet it was clear Cassian has been getting some insider information from the mouth of your best friend.
The Illyrian nodded his head at your friend gratefully and you finally rediscovered the ability to speak, âThank you, but if youâre here for a date Iâm sorry I canât help you, this is my work Cas, I have to do my job.â
âPfft bit presumptuous Iâm here for a date with youâ
At that your face fell slightly before you quickly returned you expression to normal, not wanting Cassian to know his words had an effect on you. Surely he wouldnât bring you flowers just to have a date with another woman in your workplace. Was this some twisted way to try and make you jealous?
Flirty expression on his face Cassian adjusted where he was stood and flung his arm around Matilda who began to blush, âHave to find out everything I can about you from my beautiful date Matilda here! One coffee for me and one of whatever my darling date would likeâ he said, making Matilda giggle before asking for her usual. Relief flooding you body, your lips twitched and you began to make their order, âmy, my, Matilda. I have to say I expected better in your taste of menâ.
âWoah woah no need to tell her,â Cassian joked, âdonât want this hot commodity to leave me for something betterâ he finished, winking at Morgana who looked as happy as if it was Solstice morning. Grabbing the finished drinks you had placed before him, he headed to a table, coming back once the drinks were down to walk Matilda to her chair, but not before placing his money on the counter, saying, âMoneys there for the other day by the way, Iâll speak to you later.â
Cassian must have sat talking with Matilda for hours, watched closely by you from the corner of your eye as you worked, customer after customer coming and going. Finally when the rush had died down and your shift was coming to an end, the two who had been huddled together gossiping over more than a few coffees, hot chocolates and cakes stood to take their leave. Or more accurately, Matilda was taking her leave. Cassian had said his goodbyes bending down to give Matilda a big hug and then scooped their empty plates and cups into his arms before walking towards you.
There wasnât enough time for him to place the items down on the counter before you watched as Matilda lay a firm smack to his backside before giggling, âIâll see you later hot stuff.â Lucky not to break any cups, Cassian jumped, flying forwards and dropping them all onto the counter before you, eyes terrified.
You couldnât help but chuckle, placing the cups the right way up before checking on the male, âyou alright there hot stuff?â
âOh donât even start. That womanâs got one strong slapâ he whined, hand rubbing his ass to relieve some of the pain.
âDonât act like thatâs not how all your dates endâ you goaded, cheeks twinging at the effort to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.
âTrust me gorgeous, if any of my actual dates ended like that I wouldnât be complainingâ he winked at you, all the while pulling a napkin out of its holder to help you clean his mess from the counter.
As you watched him clean, you couldnât help but admire the way his brows slightly furrow when heâs concentration, noting the way his focused mouth tilts to once side, tongue slightly poking from between his lips. He was handsome there was no denying it.
âWill you walk me home?â You blurted, snapping your mouth shut and internally cursing yourself for asking such a ridiculous thing, digging yourself into an even deeper hole you continued, âitâs only that the flowers you got me are so big⌠and I have all my other thingsâŚandâŚuh..â
âY/N, I would love to walk you homeâ
âGreat! Iâll just um, go and grab my stuffâ
You turned, heading towards the cloakroom, only to be met by Jadis, bag and bouquet in hand. She shoved them eagerly into your arms squealing, âgo get him girl!â Hands pressed against your back, she forced you to move forwards until you were in front of Cassian, âdonât have too much fun you twoâ she said now guiding you both from the cafe, tripping and stumbling over each others feet as Jadisâs excitement led to some very firm shoving.
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Once outside in one piece, no thanks to Jadis, Cassian plucked the flowers from your arms allowing you to swing the strap of your book-filled bag over your shoulders. Timidness now overcame you, what were you supposed to say to him now? Had asking him to walk you home seemed too desperate?
âSo what are you reading now? Not another book about a poor sexually frustrated female?â He asked, breaking your panicked thoughts as he walked side by side with you.
âNo sex this time,â you giggled lightly, âthis oneâs about a man who sacrificed his kingdom for his true loveâ
âYou really like that stuff huh?â Cassian spoke softly to you, he sounded like he was truly interested in finding out exactly how your brain worked, âthat true love and romantic gestures shit?â
âItâs not shitâ you defended, âsometimes it helps me not feel so alone. Reading about all these grand gestures and things people do for the ones they love.â
Cassian cleared his throat awkardly, his hand which was not holding the flowers moving up to scratch at his head, âand youâre into that? Romantic gestures?â
âItâs hard not to be. Pretty sure itâs every girls dream to be swept of their feet and fall as deeply as characters do in books.â Cassian was nodding along to what you were saying but his eyes showed he was lost in thought. It was your turn to draw him from his head, âyou never done anything romantic for your ladies Cas?â
His name on your lips seemed to work, the clouds of thought in his eyes fading as he turned his gaze from the road ahead to you, âI guess Iâve normally always thought that just me is enoughâ. He didnât say this to be cocky or narcissistic, you could tell. You didnât mean to make him feel shame over the situation, you had been genuinely curious. Perhaps a little jealous at the thought of Cassian putting in just as much work into chasing other women as he has been with you.
âThatâs ok. I think romance is more reserved for the pages of books these days than in actual realityâ
Not a fan of where this conversation had turned to Cassian did his best to lift the mood, âIâm not surprised you think that if all your books were like that one I caught you reading. Heck where are you meant to find a overprotective god of war with who hates everyone but the lowly daughter of an inventor and they go on to have insane - and totally not physically possible by the way- sex!â
You scrunched your face, âCassian thereâs no way you were able to get all that from one pageâŚOh cauldron! You read the book! You read Fatal Frenzy!â
As if only now realising what he said to you, a flustered Cassian tried to provide you with lame excuses as to how he knew that information until it was clear you werenât going to let it go. After about five minutes of listening to your constant prodding, poking and teasing as you walked, Cassian caved, âFine! Fine, I read it ok. I was curious as to how he was going to put his god level cock to use!â
By this point you were full on cackling, having to stop your walking to put a hand on your stomach at the thought of this mountain of a man sitting down to read a devilishly smutty book. âI have to sayâ, you gasped out in-between giggles, âIâm surprised you can even readâ.
Cassian acted out the most overdramatic reaction to your words, his hands flew to his heart, bouquet still in his grasp, and released loud, exaggerated noises of pain and cries of just how horrible you were. People had began to stop in the street, wondering why the Lord of Bloodshed was acting as though he had just been shot. Rolling your eyes and wanting the attention off the two of you, you elbowed his side prompting him to stop, âcareful youâll crush my flowers if you die any wilder.â
Charming grin of his face, Cassian looked down at you, âwe wouldnât want that would we? Not when a super hot guy went through the effort of finding out your favourite flowers for you.â
âYouâre crazyâ you said in dismissal, continuing to walk in the direction of your home.
âYour kind of crazy?â A hopeful tone in Cassianâs voice.
âI havenât quite decided yetâ you said honestly. You couldnât deny that Cassian was already proving himself to you more than any man has. No one had ever bought you flowers before and no male had ever attempted to read a book you were reading for your attention.
âWell you just let me know when you doâ Even the way Cassian looked at you made you melt.
âYouâll be the firstâ gentle smile on your face. Nerves building in you once more as you thought about what going further with the man next you you would entail.
Content to let you walk lost in your thoughts, Cassian didnât try to force any conversation. A natural peace fell between the two of you, the silence not an awkward one. It wasnât until you neared the outside of your house that you broke the silence, âWell, this is meâ.
Nodding Cassian passed you the bouquet. For the first time you looked at the flowers and really admired them, admired the fact this man had gone out his way to go to your friend and make sure he got your favourite ones.
âThank you Cassian,â you said, laying a kiss onto his stubbled cheek, âtheyâre beautiful.â
Cassianâs usual confidence gone, it was his turn to blush. Shyly, he tried his luck again, âso about that date?â
You walked over to your door, pulling out your key, turning back to Cassian, twinkle in your eyes, you said, âask me again tomorrowâ.
âThat wasnât a no!â He said, confidence rushing back into him. As you entered your house and peaked through the window behind your curtains you couldnât help but watch Cassian, beam on his face, as he jumped on the spot. A small celebration that you hadnât fully rejected him once more. A matching grin on your face as you observed him, you stayed watching until he took off from the ground, large angelic wings spread, wondering what in Prythian was this man doing to you and what sinful things youâd like to do with those wings.
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You were sorely disappointed over the course of the next week. Since that evening Cassian had walked you home to the cafe he had not returned. Jadis tried to keep your thoughts positive, saying he was probably away on important Night Court business, being the General of its army and all. After being the one to speak to Cassian about you she was adamant that he was undoubtedly in love with you and he wouldnât leave you hanging.
It was hard though, when the eighth day of his absence rolled round, not to think that he had found someone more interesting to pursue. Someone who didnât make him work as hard for their affections. Your mood was so glum that you didnât even have the heart to read. Why read about love when youâre not sure you believe in it anymore?
You had spent days wondering what you had done wrong. Had you been too forward? Or did he find your obsession with males that werenât real a little too bizarre? You did your best not to dwell on it but it was so hard not to, the flowers you had placed in a vase on the side table in your library, right next to your reading chair, still flourished beautifully, a constant reminder of the man who crashed into your life only to leave it in shambles.
So here you were, sat on the stool in the cafe, your thoughts being the only thing to keep you busy due to your sudden lack of interest in reading. It had been another quiet day, but it wasnât long now until Jadis would arrive, you had opened the cafe for her after she asked for a favour so she could spend the night at Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsomeâs, whoâs name you had learnt was Arthur. Happy that even if your love life was crumbling, at least Jadisâs was blooming. However, you were thankful you werenât actually supposed to be working today, not sure if you could survive another shift listening to her unintentionally boast about how perfect Arthur was and how good he is at sex.
So you sat there and waited for her arrival, desperate to go home and crawl into your bed. Without your typical reading to do, you found yourself spending most of your free time sleeping, wasting away the hours you didnât know what to do with yourself in.
It was finally an hour after the time she had promised to be in for, when Jadis flew into the cafe, bell ringing aggressively at her sudden entrance. Running to where you were at the counter, coat and bags in hand, she was profusely apologising over and over for her tardiness.
âYou must have had a good night with Mr Handsomeâ you teased, trying not to let your slight annoyance at you still being here show. Confusion flashed across her face before she quickly corrected it in realisation, âOh yeah! Totally great sex, every womanâs dream. Hugeeee dick.â
Opening your mouth, ready to ask her about her odd behaviour, she pulled you from your stool before you could talk. Dragging you out from behind the work area, saying âCome on Y/N itâs your day off, donât want to be here any longer than you have to be!â
Now you defiantly knew something was off, Jadis typically keeping you an hour in-between shifts to catch you up on everything that has happened since the day before. âJadis, whatâs going on?â You asked cautiously, had something happened between her and Arthur? No. Jadis would definitely tell you if that was the case, or maybe she just didnât want to make you any more depressed than you already were. Still in that strange tone of voice, Jadis kept pushing you to leave, âNothings wrong! Iâm fine. Now leave, you still have the whole day to do something, go read one of your smut books!â
This confirmed she was definitely hiding something, knowing that you havenât picked up a book for the past week after listening to your incessant complaining about the matter. If you werenât so desperate to leave and go rot in bed for the rest of the day you would have stayed and forced whatever it is she was hiding out of her. You decided that was tomorrowâs job, when you had a nice six hour shift together where she couldnât avoid your pestering.
Shrugging on your coat and promising to yourself youâd find out what she was dodging tomorrow, you left the cafe. Turning your head around to look back through the windows only to be met with Jadis and her crazed eyes watching, as if making sure you were walking in the direction of your house. Unsettled, you followed the streets leading home, praying to the Mother that your friend was alright and you werenât about to have to kill a man for upsetting her.
Finally, you arrived at your door, turning the key in the lock you were startled to discover the door was already unlocked. You were exhausted when you left that morning but you could have sworn you werenât so tired that youâd risk your property and your safety like that.
Fear now coursing through your veins, you quietly pushed your door open, scared you would alert anyone in your house that you were there and something bad would ensue. The fae lights in your hallway were all lit, softly casting a warm glow over your home. You stepped inside, and instead of your foot meeting the usual plush of your carpet it was met with a slight crunch.
Casting your eyes to the ground you gasped. There were hundreds of rose petals scattered across your floor, leading towards each of your rooms. Following the trail, you made it through to the entrance of your living room, if your jaw dropped any lower you were sure itâd hit the floor.
The entire room looked as if it had been covered in a red blanket, a sea of roses covering the entirety of your room to the point where you couldnât actually see anything that wasnât a deep shade of red.
By this point your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure you could feel your eyes watering, the hundreds of roses placed around you getting blurrier and blurrier. But there was no sign of the man you were sure had placed them.
Turning around you sped into each of your rooms, wanting nothing more than to find Cassian and throw your arms around him. Each room the same as the last, filled to the brim with the most beautiful roses. Lillies may once have been your favourite flowers but you think the kind-hearted man, who had wormed his way into your heart, may have just changed your mind. Roses were perfect.
Still no Illyrian insight you flung open the door to your library. Room decorated just as over the top as the others. And there in the centre of it all, sat waiting for you to return home, is Cassian. He stood quickly, treading on some of the flowers placed by his feet.
âHow?â You asked, voice cracking as you tried to hold the tears at bay.
âIt wasnât easy, Jadis let me in.â Cassian said lightheartedly from where he stood across the room, too far from you for your liking, âIâm sorry Iâve been gone so long. I wanted to do this the day after we last spoke but I guess I didnât actually think about the logistics of getting thousands of roses delivered.â
You stayed silent, heart overwhelmingly filled with love for the man before you, the man who had spent the past week getting a thousand roses just to ask you on a date. Taking your silence for something bad, Cassian began to ramble, âMy brother Azriel - the spymaster - he helped tooâŚI wanted to make sure itâd be done in time. Itâs a mess I get it, Iâm sorry, Iâll clear it all out for you I just-â
You cut him off, tears now flowing freely down your red hot cheeks, hands trembling, âitâs perfect Cassian. NobodyâŚnobody has ever done anything like this for meâ At the sign of your tears Cassian made to make his way towards you but was stopped by the fact he just didnât know where to place his foot without ruining all his hard work.
âClearly I didnât think this through very wellâ he mumbled, arms out to keep him balanced and preventing him from falling. Not wanting to spend a minute more away from him after having to suffer through a whole week, you ran, roses be damned right into his arms. Throwing yourself at his muscled body as he caught you, pulling you close to his chest in midair.
âYouâre crazy!â you exclaimed, head tucked into his neck as you rested it on his shoulder.
Cassian placed you down gently, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist but he wanted to look into your eyes for this, âyour kind of crazy?â His eyes held that same hopeful desperation that they had when he last asked you out.
âHell yeahâ and with that you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and connected his lips to yours.
The kiss was like nothing you had ever read before in one of your books. It was everything and more. A fire ignited within you, burning hotter and hotter and you just kept needing more. Cassian the fuel to your fire and you were sure that as long as you had him with you it was a flame that would never die out.
It was a messy clash of teeth and tongues, both of you uncaring of how sloppily and uncoordinated were kissing. All you knew was you needed each other like the pages of a book needed ink. You kissed and you kissed, hands wandering until you werenât sure which parts belonged to Cassian and which to yourself.
The need to breathe forgotten, you continued. Hands running over his back which was rippled in muscles before reaching around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he picked you up once more.
It was only when the need for air was so overwhelming that you had no other option to pull away that you did. Heads pressed together, lips still slightly touching, a trail of saliva linking the two of you together. Cassian continued to hold you in his arms as if you were nothing but a feather, catching his breath he finally began to speak, âSo about that date then?â
You giggled, pulling him even closer to you by his neck and laying a soft peck on his lips before drawing away to give your answer, Cassianâs mouth chasing after yours, âIf this is how you ask me, I canât wait to see what you have planned for our first date. Hopefully you donât ignore me for a month whilst you prepare.â
Barking out a laugh Cassian placed you on the floor of roses, holding your hands to ensure you didnât stumble. He looked around the room, proud smile adorning his face, he first took in the roses which he had took so long in prepping, screaming at Azriel when he hadnât placed them down as he had pictured in his head. His gaze then swept your shelves, hundreds of books upon them.
âEver read about this in one of your books?â
âNope this is definitely a firstâ
His eyes landed on the book resting on your table, right next to the vase full of lilies he had originally given you, title in gold lettering along the front of the cover. Fated Frenzy. The book he had read because of you. You laughed as you spotted what he was staring at, his eyes travelling back to you, running up your body with hunger before finally settling on your eyes.
âYou into roleplay gorgeous?â
With those words he smashed his lips back onto yours. The promise of an exciting night ahead.
Here, standing in your library entwined with the Illyrian you decided all those characters you have read about were lacking in one thing you never even knew you needed.
They werenât Cassian.
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Notes: You have no idea how much I wanted to finish this fic with âAnd so Cassian didâ lol
Happy Valentines <3
#acotar#fanfic#cassian fic#cassian imagine#cassian x reader#cassian#cassian oneshot#a court of thorns and roses#acotar imagine
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i believe chara is not a demon (mythological) but a daemon (computing)
#tags peer reviewed#My personal theories on control is that well. Control Is Split. We know this from Flowey fight & Asriel Backstory Conversation Time#And something interesting is that LOVE resets when we reset. Which doesn't make sense since it's a representation emotional detachment#/numbness from killing. Getting used to it#My Big Personal Theory is as follows: Frisks control lessens as we LOVE up because they don't like killing monsters. That alongside#Imperfect memory of resets (You lose Siren's sing buff against KnightKnight on resets) I think it's Frisk that brings us back to LOVE 1#Therefore: At 102 kills. Frisk probably is so Not Into It they've effectively shut off entirely. No 'Holding Back' against NEO for example.#Our control is very neatly tied into distance from where we started. At the end of every run we lose control once we're past the big door.#We can also infer that being the 'Body' gives a bonus to the split control from the story of Asriel+Chara not hurting anyone above ground.#Since no one got hurt.#Therefore: By throne room: Our connection is about to break off entirely. Frisk is no longer trying to fight for control. And Chara has the#body buff. Using it + control of the timeline they do what they left the underground in the first place to do: Destroy Humanity.#I'm realizing this is really unrelated to the post but Autism activated so here it be.
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I'm making this post to compile the Weibo allegations against Jullian Champenois, the voice actor for Kim Kitsuragi, since I found navigating the screenshots to be a bit confusing. I've translated some of them to the best of my ability and would definitely be open to others reviewing these translations for errors, as I am Chinese American and therefore could be missing some cultural context. I've linked to Chinese definition websites to explain some of the translation choices that are more inferences.
The rest of the translations are from éżéŽ @woon__ton on twitter, who has been in contact with the original Weibo poster to ask for permission for their translated reposts, as well as permission for my repost here.
Outline of the Weibo Post
The allegations originated from a post on Weibo by a Chinese artist. The body of the post contains a summary of their experience, and attached are:
Screenshots of their personal Instagram DMs with Jullian
A screenshot of an older post where they express feeling weary about Jullian's DMs
Screenshot of vent messages demonstrating how this experience has affected their work.
After posting, other commenters chimed in with similar experiences, and this caused the original poster to update the original post.
They first updated it with a screenshot showing them blocking Jullian Champenois
Next, a testimony from a commenter
A second testimony from another commenter
Screenshots of DMs from that second commenter
*Update: Additional testimony from the original poster
The Body of the Original Weibo Post
Below will be screenshots of the body of the original Weibo post, with translations from @woon__ton on twitter.
(via éżéŽ @woon__ton on twitter)
This text was later edited to update about the additional testimonies and to add greater context. The added context explains how the Weibo poster could tell that Jullian Champenois's DMs were targeted, unprofessional, and sexual in nature, as the poster had gone through a similar situation before with another creator. The updated context is translated below.
* I realized something was wrong so quickly because I had a similar experience at the end of 2019. Scott lobdell, a DC comic writer and screenwriter of Happy Death Day, came back to like my drawings and privately messaged me after I followed him on Instagram. His account at that time was nuked (chinese internet slang for when accounts get banned or suddenly have all their content taken down) [so I can't access the logs anymore], so I donât remember the content of the chat, but for specific news discussions, you can google the keyword âScott Lobdell sex harrasmentâ. This situation is very common in the industry. They deliberately prey on people from their fan lists.
For context, Scott Lobdell, from what I can tell, would hit on young female artists working at the same cons as him, both in person and in text messages, with implications of him holding his position in the industry over them.
Although the Weibo poster can no longer access the log of Scott's harassment of them because his account got banned/deleted (at least, I think that's what the usage of 'nuke' is saying, they could also be saying that their own account got nuked), they note how their chat with Jullian Champenois was reminiscent of the same conversation they had with Scott Lobdellâa man known and 'retired' for his harassment of young female artists.
Lobdell's harassment is a good example for context due to how he demonstrates the inappropriateness of 'flirting' and hitting on young female artists in professional contexts.
1. Screenshots of their personal DMs with Jullian Champenois
Below are the screenshots of the Instagram DMs the Weibo Poster had with Julllian Champenois. Note the profile picture, as his profile picture will look the same across other screenshots with him in it.
Also note the way the conversation starts out polite, focused on both of their respective arts. Then he shifts the conversation to sexual topics, first by mentioning his explicit song, then by suddenly bringing up an explicit art account, @ken_chk, they were both following. The Weibo poster steers the conversation away from these topics.
They also mention this in the comments, but they find the fact that he asked their age, ethnicity, and sexuality afterwards to also be suspicious/sexual in nature. The sentiment being "Why would the artist's age matter?" or "Why would you fixate on me potentially being 17 years old when I've mentioned college graduation finals?" or "Why would you ask that if not for sexual reasons?"
@woon__ton on twitter notes that he is seemingly consistently looking for college aged girls, and other commenters/victims got the sense that the strange insistent questions about nationality were related to "yellow fever."
2. Weibo Screenshot of an older post where they express feeling weary about Jullian's Dms
The next attached photo was a screenshot of a Weibo post the Weibo poster had made in 2023. I'm assuming that in this screenshot that they're talking about Jullian Champenois, since this whole post is about him.
First I'll be transcribing the translation. Then I'll be clarifying the idioms/translation choices with asterisks, before giving an overall summary of the screenshot.
Feel free to skip to the 2. Summary section, as the translation clarification section is a little long.
âIt reminds me a bit of my PTSD, the last time I was praised in private [instagram] DMs it was the Scott Lobdell [situation] where [he] later disappeared from the internet for some reason[.] I don't remember the reasoning, but at the time I had suddenly felt that he was kind of creepy so I indirectly lost my interest on Jason Todd(楜 is the Chinese nickname of Todd/Red Hood, Lobdell was the writer of n52 Redhood comic). It was not a good experience haha..." * "I feel that there is a cultural difference where Chinese people may take getting sent private messages out of nowhere a bit harder. It may also be a me problem. Maybe I am a Sakura girl at heart (internet slang, sakura is the culture symbol of Japan so itâs the nickname of Japanese girl, they tend to be a little bit more shy and social in a more careful and polite way to avoid offending anyone, no negative meaning behind this). uneasy desu ('I am anxious' but using the word desu to stand in for "I am")" "I don't remember the timeline, but it seemed like someone in the industry accused him of sexually harassing young female artists." âAs a result, even when I am excited, I am still very wary of people because I have become disillusioned."
*UPDATE: I have updated this post''s translation with clarification from the Weibo poster.
I translated a phrase as "pulled up carrot," but it was actually the transliteration of Scott Lobdell's name into Chinese. I translated a phrase as "climbing the wall" "bucket," but it was actually the Chinese fandom term for 'no longer liking' and the Chinese name for Jason Todd.
In addition, I translated Sakura Girl as (slang based on Japanese animation, meaning a delicately stupid young girl) but the poster has clarified that Sakura girl is not supposed to have a deprecating connotation. The focus is on shyness or politeness, not stupidity!
I will keep my first translations in the next few paragraphs in to maintain transparency and to keep some necessary information, but they are no longer accurate. The paragraphs in brackets can be skipped over.
[[[[[The full idiom goes "the pulled up carrot also pulls up mud," or the idea that investigating a criminal who was arrested first can lead to the exposure of other criminals. The same way pulling a carrot out will pull loose some dirt, exposing one person may also dig up dirt on their associates.
With the mention of "later disappeared from the internet," I think the Weibo poster was referencing Scott Lobdell, whose account was nuked and who also had privately DM'd them with praise/sexual advances. The implication could be that the last time they got DM'd like this, it was in a creepy way and they were too afraid to speak out for fear of getting attacked/exposed themselves. Or that he disappeared to avoid getting exposed. This paragraph is a little unclear.
The 'pulled up carrot' situation might also have something to do with the explicit artist, ken_chk, mentioned in the DMs with Jullian. The weibo poster clarifies in a later edit that they didn't censor @ken_chk's handle in the screenshots because ken_chk was also embroiled in a sexual scandal involving targeting his fans.
"*About why I didn't delete the artist Ken mention in the chat historyâbecause he was the reason why I raised the alarm. One of the reasons is that I read something about his character on Weibo about a few months ago. I just forgot to unfollow him on Instagram. I canât find any evidence about what he did, but the Internet has testimonies, so I won't write it off." "* Regarding the artist Ken, the matter has been issued with the consent of the person involved. According to the person involved, Ken will also select fans to target. Please see the personâs experience for details"
So another implication could be that Jullian bringing up such a shady person in the DMs unprompted demonstrates his shady associations. Jullian is the 'carrot pulling up the mud' by doing so.
For context, the poster had felt the need to disavow ken_chk by clarifying that they had only been still following ken_chk by accident. Jullian still following him and even bringing him up unprompted could be a bad look in light of the similar allegations of misconduct surrounding both him and ken_chk.
I am unsure though, as I am not very familiar with this idiom, nor am I familiar with the allegations against ken_chk listed here. I could be totally misinterpreting this line of the post and the ken_chk edit, as I've had to infer some pronouns and commas that weren't originally there due to the nature of Chinese grammar.
'Climbing the wall,' in addition to cheating, can seem to mean getting over obstacles in various contexts, like getting over the firewall to pirate stuff. However, I've translated it as 'cheating' as there's the word "bucket" that follows it. Bucket is also a word for 'trash,' so it'd make sense to translate it as 'cheating trash.'
Later another victim who responded in the comments accounted that by sexually harassing them, Jullian Champenois was also potentially cheating on his girlfriend that they knew he had at the time, lending more credence to the idea that wall climbing comment is about Jullian, though I am still unsure.]]]]]
2. Summary Section
I think this post was first made right after Jullian first messaged the Weibo poster with the innocent messages about their art back in October 2023, months before the more recent sexual DMs from him on March 30th, 2024.
Despite the polite nature of these October DMs, the Weibo poster was weary of Jullian's DMs in this first 2023 post, mentioning how in the past they had gotten similar DMs from Scott Lobdell, only for those complimentary DMs to later be revealed as openings for sexual advances. Their 'PTSD,' as they put it.
In addition, they note a potential cultural difference between Chinese netizens and Western/English-speaking ones. It might be a bigger deal in China to get send someone DMs. Maybe it's more intimate/intimidating/professional, in contrast to it potentially being more casual in the West.
With the summary out of the way, I do want to say that some Western netizens have responded to the later DMs with the sentiment of "these are not examples of harassment, just flirting in bad taste," but this could be related to the cultural mismatch the poster mentioned here.
Getting flirted with in the DMs is very normal to a lot of people in the West, as 'sliding into their DMs' is synonymous with flirting, but perhaps in China, either this is not the norm or Jullian's type of flirting is not the norm, especially within the context of a professional art account.
If you find yourself thinking the same way as those western netizens, I'd ask you to reframe Jullian's DMs less as a casual instagram DM, and more like a work slack or LinkedIn message from a colleague/client, as the DMs we have been/will be talking about are in the context of their own work or hiring him for work. This should help you get a better sense of why the victims felt uncomfortable.
3. Screenshot of Weibo poster's vent messages demonstrating how this has affected their work
The next attached photo was a screenshot of vent texts. I'm not sure the context of the texts, but the content is definitely about their regrets with Jullian Champenois.
Why shouldn't I just be frank and rant a little? I want to be so woke (as in another way to say clear-headed, not related to American progressive slang) that you'll see me awake, anaesthesia-free on the operating table when they cut me open[.] Do you get me[?] Well Any way you look at it, I'm miserable On top of all this, I've got a big graduation project that's in comic form. That comic was adapting the poem that is currently acting as my temporary nicotine replacement for my disco elysium withdrawals*** So I would listen to [Jullian Champenois's] songs at the time God, it hurts so much Luckily, my nicotine replacement was for another character (they're probably saying that the poem reminded them of another disco elysium character, not Kim Kitsuragi, hence their relief) For a moment there, I was thinking of to talking to him about my graduation project and about disco elysium.
*** So I'm making the assumption that the original poster is talking about a graduation project that they're working on. Since they're an artist, it's a comic that they're making. They then say something about an original poem. They use the word that means "original" in the context of adaptation, like the original book a movie is based off of. So the full phrase is 'the comic's original poem,' which I'm taking to mean that they're adapting a poem into comic form.
This is relevant because I think they're trying to say that the poem is currently the thing they're obsessing over while waiting for more Disco Elysium content. They use the term "meal replacement," which seems to be a Chinese fandom term referring to the content people look at during a fandom droughtâlike people hitting the end of all the Disco Elysium content out there and deciding to check out Pathologic, since they've heard that game scratches the same itch.
So I think this screenshot is supposed to be them venting their feelings about how this situation with Jullian made them feel. They want to be clear-headed about his actions, even if it makes them feel miserable. And they note how his actions have tainted their experience working on a Disco Elysium-inspired comic.
1. Screenshot of the Weibo Poster Blocking Jullian Champenois
After talking with other commenters, the Weibo poster posted their closing remarks with Jullian Champenois, especially noting how he used their work and their interest in his work as a pretense for flirting with them instead of genuine artistic interest.
2. Next, testimony from a commenter
(translation via éżéŽ @woon__ton on twitter)
éżéŽ @woon__ton also notes that "If anyone questions why I didn't release the screenshots, it's because this fan suffered severe trauma and was unable to provide the original chat log."
3. A second testimony from another commenter
Hello blogger, I also suffered sexual harassment from Jullian at the end of last year. Because my friends know that I like Disco Elysium very much, [they] said [they] could give me an autograph. I was very excited and happy at the time. A few days later, Jullian himself said that he could add me on WeChat, so I could directly tell him what I wanted him to sign. I was so happy and felt very lucky. After that, he was always very polite and took the initiative to chat with me, but within a few days he started to sexually harass me. I can't find the chat records from that time, only one or two that were sent to friends. I was very disillusioned at the timeâŚso I blocked him, but he added me on New Year's Day. After I saw your Weibo, I remembered this incident again. He was really disgusting⌠I loved Disco Elysium so much, but he ruined it all. Okay, I hope you can share this. He is a habitual criminal and has yellow fever, and likes to chat up Chinese girls. At the same time last year, I searched for his name on Weibo and found that many people who followed him on Instagram were greeted by him. Everyone thought he was very nice, but thatâs not the case. When I first added him, I didn't expect him to talk to me a lot. Because it was such a surprise, I expressed a lot of my love for Disco Elysium and Kim. He asked me if I knew about Kim's sexuality. When I told him that I knew, he emphasized that he was a straight man, and then asked a lot about exchanging private information. After he sexually harassed me, I couldn't even tell him off for it because my friend was_____, I was waiting until he left _____ before I could block him. After I rejected him, he was still interested in striking up another conversation. I said that I knew he had a girlfriend, and it was very strange to do this. He said that his girlfriend didn't care and knew that he was doing it, which 'was its own kind of fun.' Made me feel very sick.
4. DM Screenshots from the Second Commenter
This commenter then submitted DMs that Jullian had sent them. The original poster has shared them, noting that the profile pic is clearly Jullian's.
This commenter also commented that the friends they had mentioned also had similar experiences with Jullian Champenois, which could push the number of victims to 4+.
I'd also like to share a comment on the original Weibo post from this same commenter:
"This incident did not affect my playing of Disco Elysium (the voice will be turned off hhh), but I really felt a huge spiritual pain, like my faith was completely shattered, like the statue of the Innocence in the church turned into a smelly rotten rag."
Additions
In addition, there is a testimony from a third person not attached on the post, which @woon__ton posted on twitter. It can be found here, and it outlines how an anonymous user paid Jullian in a professional context to voice for a product for her, only for him to make an unprofessional advance on her. Although the harassment is not directly shown in the WeChat screenshot, his apology for his inappropriate behavior is shown.
This testifier would like to remain anonymous.
*5 Update: Additional Testimony from the original poster on Weibo
The original poster is emphasizing the predatory nature of Jullian's DMs, differentiating them from the "just awkward flirting" narrative that some Western/English speaking people have had in response to these allegations.
First of all, his "yellow fever" aspect of specifically asking about Chinese girls, who are often fetishized to be more shy/submissive/less likely to talk. But in this case, it's also him specifically being inappropriate with people for whom there is a language/cultural barrier, making it harder for them to speak outâeither due to a literal language barrier between them and his Western audience, or the plausible deniability of all this being a 'cultural misunderstanding' (which is very unlikely, since Jullian has apparently lived in China and therefore is very aware of the norms there).
Second of all, his usage of a professional/work account to make sexual advances. Again, comparisons to the Scott Lobdell situation should be made, as they highlight why it's sleazy to use their work as an excuse/opening to make sexual advances on someone. Not only does it cross boundaries, but it's also not treating the artist with the respect they deserve as someone just trying to work.
Closing
The Weibo poster would prefer if people not follow them on Weibo over this situation, as they posted the situation on their work/professional art account, and it is painful for them to see too many notifications about this.
They also note that they still love Disco Elysium and Kim Kitsuragi and that the allegations against Jullian Champenois should not reflect on the dev team of Disco Elysium, as there were also women working on the team, etc.
With this post, I've tried my best to accurately convey the sentiments of the original poster of the Weibo without commenting on the proof or the legality or what the ramifications should be or how we should interpret this, etc (beyond a quick mention of a potential cultural clash). I'll update the post with better translations if something comes up or if anybody mentions any suggestions/clarifications.
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Chapters Since The 143 Kiss Happened And Went Entirely Unacknowledged And Unaddressed Count: 18
Aqua Hoshigan Status: For the future
Never has an OnK chapter gone from It's Hoshinover to We Are Oshi no Back quite as hard and fast as this one. I have issues with this chapter in terms of what it implies about the story's overall structure and the fact that it sort of ruins 153-4 by association but this chapter's back half is so fucking good and the chapter itself works so well in isolation that much like 153-4, I kind of uhhh don't care about the structural issues because the story's heart is, for the most part, not just intact but beating harder and more passionately than it has in a long time.
To get what I don't like out of the way, the story seems to have settled on Super Evil Serial Killer Mastermind Kamiki as his final form characterization with some helpful Tsukuyomi exposition to just straightforwardly Tell Us things the manga probably should have spent some of the last 70something chapters Showing Us about Hikaru. The basic idea of Hikaru being some sort of serial killer so dedicated to upholding Ai's legacy that he kills women with the potential to surpass her was more or less always where I expected his character to land and this settling of his character does at least preserve what I think is the most important thing: that he genuinely loved Ai and his bent towards villainy only came after her death.
What I don't love as much is that this chapter seems to continue leaning into Uber God Manipulator Mastermind Kamiki like last chapter. I already talked at length about my issues with this framing in my previous chapter review so all I'll reiterate here is that the story's attempt to frame Hikaru as being equally or even more culpable for the actions of Nino and Ryosuke fall entirely flat to me, especially when the manga itself does such a pisspoor job of actually explaining how or why Kamiki was able to control and/or predict their actions to the extent that he supposedly did. And ESPECIALLY especially given that Nino and Ryosuke seem to have already been dangerously obsessed with Ai by the time they approached him.
In general, Hikaru's character is honestly just so inconsistent at this point that making any sense of his actions feels fruitless. If I really dig into what's going on, I can infer that maybe he fell into the same trap as Aqua by overcompensating for his trauma-induced helplessness by becoming overly controlling and guess that his fucked up trauma response to Ai's death combined with those terrible words Kindaichi gave him at Airi's funeral lead him down he road he's traveling now. I can even extrapolate that Aqua showing him the DVD message in 153-4 pushed Hikaru to this extreme and now that he has nothing to lose, he's lashing out at his children too - though, it should be noted, that the manga still hasn't actually established what Hikaru's culpability is in Nino's attempt on Ruby's life, outside of Aqua saying "well you didn't use your psychic powers to perfectly predict nino's actions so it's on you".
But like - this is all stuff I'm having to infer and extrapolate and guess, reverse engineering logic from our end point in an attempt to create a stable foundation for this characterization. The manga has done such a poor job of properly establishing Hikaru both as an antagonistic force and as a consistent character that I feel like I'm trying to assemble a coherent image from two different puzzle sets with all the fucking corner pieces missing and that's with Crow Girl looking into the camera and Explaining Him to me.
And listen, I am a bitch who LOVES to infer things. One of my absolute favourite pieces of fiction of all time ever is Umineko no Naku Koro Ni, a mystery story that literally does not contain any straightforwardly explicit, textual confirmation of the culprit's identity or motives because it believes so strongly that you, the reader, are smart enough and empathetic enough to put in the time and effort necessary to understand it regardless and it deeply, deeply values being able to give you that experience. But OnK feels less like it's intentionally encouraging me to think hard and enjoy the process of putting my head and my heart to work - it feels like it's leaving its homework unfinished and letting the reader do the actual hard work of sewing up the internal logic.
I probably won't talk much more about Kamiki this chapter cos I'd just be saying all this shit over and over but I really just am struggling to understand from a perspective of authorial intent what the vibe is even supposed to be. Like I mentioned in a previous ask, if this is where Kamiki's arc is reaching its conclusion then it means that the Movie Arc was essentially a whole-ass waste of time in and out of universe. Blech. Hate that.
Also, before I move on, I don't want to leave this just implied - making Kamiki explicitly a CSA victim and then ending his arc on Aqua (and implicitly the narrative) dismissing him as being too broken/corrupted to be saved is a really major misstep that I think represents a huge black mark on OnK's handling of CSA as a topic. The idea of an eternal defilement or an unfixable core wrongness in the self is already something real life CSA victims struggle with in the process of unpacking their trauma and having our likable and supposedly morally superior protagonist espouse this unchallenged in a work as prominent and relevant as Oshi no Ko is irresponsible bordering on dangerous. It's incredibly disappointing that after all the care Aka and Mengo seemingly took in handling this topic that it was whiffed so badly at the last second.
ANYWAY!!! Now all the beef's been dealt with, we can cleanse our palettes and move onto everything else I liked which was⌠basically everything else in this chapter!
Admittedly, Aqua's overall arc is still suffering from us being kicked out of his head from like 123 onwards for no real apparent reason and while 150 was a welcome refresher on where he's at in this part of the story, it still feels a bit like the story is prioritizing preserving the surprise factor of its twists over making these surprises feel earned. Compare it to volume 1 - you are basically told exactly what is going to happen to Ai, especially in the manga when Saitou and Gotanda outright say as much - but her death is still incredibly impactful and upsetting. I think this chapter is very effective, but could've been a lot moreso if we'd spent more time in Aqua's head leading up to it.
THAT SAID⌠If the intention of keeping us out of his head was to recontextualize Aqua's behaviour across the past ten or so chapters in this new light, I don't hate it as much as I might have. I initially took issue with what felt like the story off-screening and not addressing the resolution to Aqua's suicidal ideation so whipping back around to prove that it was still very much present puts some particular Aqua moments over this past volume into a very different light. As some people pointed out, Aqua missing Kana's pitch - literally dropping the ball in responding to her feelings - and his wide-eyed look of alarm in 151 seemed very ominous omens for the success of her confession and that beat of him covering his face when Kana approves of his dream⌠very incheresting knowing Aqua was still struggling with 'love or revenge' at this point.
Most interesting of all to reconsider is Aqua breaking down in tears in Miyako's arms in 155 when she addresses him as her son for the first time. At the time it read like catharsis but now I can't help but wonder if this was Aqua grieving for something he desperately wants but thinks is out of his reach.
i do have to say though. i get the general vibe of this plan and think it works fine as the apex of aqua's self-sacrificial protectiveness for the people he loves but how is being the daughter of a serial killer somehow any less scandalous for her career than being the sister of someone who killed one dude. does aqua think they just won't notice that kamiki happens to be their biodad or something. wasn't that the whole point of the movie. goofy ass plan.
What really saves this whole scenario is the emotions at play, though. This really does feel like Aqua at his most Aqua in a really long while and this chapter has so much love and respect for his life as Aqua and the bonds he has formed as a result. The dreams Aqua lays out are so agonizingly simple, too - he wants to pursue the career he finds rewarding. He wants to date the girl he likes. He wants to accept Miyako as his mom and Himekawa as his brother and to make things right with Akane after hurting and using her. He wants to see Ruby achieve her dream and be there to support her when she does.
But Aqua's always considered his dreams impossible, hasn't he?
I fully admit; I got spoiled with the full page spread of Aqua stabbing himself way in advance of the chapter and initially hated it as a twist. But with the full chapter as context and the sheer weight of Aqua's longing to just fucking live and find joy, it's not just effective but absolutely gutwrenching. It is the synthesis of Aqua's series-long battle to choose love or revenge and it resonates perfectly because it has never been one or the other for him - Aqua's revenge has always been rooted in the fact that he loves others so wholly and completely and hates himself so utterly that he thinks sacrificing himself to preserve their futures is the only path for him to take. It's the culmination and final release of the suicidal ideation Aqua has been dealing with since he was four years old and like Ai's tragedy before him, there's a horrible sense that maybe there really was no other way this could've gone.
Aqua being the character who actually takes the knife also firmly cements him as Ai's narrative echo in the text which has me barkin and howlin because it's what I've been saying all this time. Not just that, but so many of Aqua's expressions in this chapter pointedly and deliberately echo Ai's after she was stabbed. Not just that, but Aqua's achingly simple dreams echo Ai's own heartrendingly simple regrets - all the two of them ever wanted was to be happy with the people they love.
This also reframes the story's prior establishment of Ruby as paralleling Ai and seems to place the twins in the position of echoing not Ai in her entirety but Ruby as 'Ai of B-Komachi' and Aqua as 'Ai Hoshino'. This was actually something I outlined in one of my very first meta posts on the series, but I think making it more specific to 'Ruby as Ai the idol' and 'Aqua as Ai the human', this actually gives Ruby's arc in relation to Ai a bit of breathing room. Don't get me wrong, everything I've said about her post-BH writing being underbaked and inconsistent is still the case, especially when it comes to how confused the story is on whether Ruby is her own idol or New And Improved Ai 2.0 but giving it less ground to cover helps in terms of her writing no longer being spread quite as thin.
Speaking of Ruby, that beat of her seeming to react or sense something is up the moment Aqua takes the stab. 'Something happened to my loved one far away and I just Feel It' is a trope I'm always a sucker for and I really dig it here.
"The public don't care about the truth, so let's tell them a lie" is such a crazy hard sentiment to go out on too. Holy fuck.
There go our boysâŚ!!! Quite a few people predicted they might go over the edge when Aqua showed up in his Mephisto fit (Mefitsto) and I'm interested to see if we get any parallels to the ED's imagery in the next few chapters. Overall, though, I'm really excited for where things are going - I don't think Aqua will die, but I do have some theories about what might happen. I can't think of a more traditional misogi purification experience than the middle of the ocean in late December, after allâŚ
No break next week! Woohoo! While the delay of episode 12 means we won't be getting them on the same day, that is the same week S2 of the anime will be concluding and Aka does like lining up his bombshells with the anime. So who knows what we'll see.
seriously tho aqua. everyone already knows kamiki is you and ruby's biodad. HOW IS THIS ANY BETTER THAN HER BEING THE DAUGHTER OF A SERIAL KILLER AS IT ALREADY STANDS
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Wrath Of An Empire Review (Sci-Fi Epic!)
I recently had to go travel and read a few works that I never got around to reading but was interested in.
PLEASE REMEMBER THIS REVIEW IS DONE BY ME AS A READER AND IS MY OWN OPINION.
This means I will review in accordance to my own tastes, how the game caters to me, and what I feel. Do not take my word as gospel, what I may not be interested in or dislike, may be what YOU are interested and love!!!
@wrathofanempireif
Review;
The Good:
While I was playing, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was playing one of Hosted Games top games. It takes the formula we're familiar with Hosted Games and simply delivers what I can only describe as a modern classic in the making. And it's helped by the fact that it'll stand as one of the few sci-fi space epics out there in the IF space. Of which the author is already a part of with his The Operative project.
The story makes use of something called Soft Worldbuilding. And uses it very well, as the terms, factions, names, and even weapon systems just sound right. It also helps that alot of these can be inferred so you could have an idea of what is being talked about. They fit, and it all feels immersive. Another thing that I absolutely appreciate is the simplicity of the story and narrative itself. You can follow easily follow along, and you know what the characters are about. It is a very hard line to tread as an author, and from the advance update i was able to see, the author is pulling off so far! Take for instance minor characters like Orzo and Welf (adults who educate the MC). Their actions, behavior, and dialogue really help the reader picture what type of people they are, while still helping readers guess further into what may have happened in the past with them, something made more interesting with the galactic war happening in the background (dead family, ptsd, horrible periods in their lives before coming to the academy, etc)
Then, after the story helps set up the narrative, the issues at hand, and what choices you may have to make in the future;
NON-STOP ACTION. It felt gripping and intense, keeping me glued to the screen as I wonder what else could happen. It's there that we also see the subversion of the old trope "Useless Adults" as the guards and teachers of the academy risk their lives to bring the students to safety.
The Bad:
I wouldve liked to see more of the father and him as a person, we see from the other characters what they are, who they are, and what they may be thinking, but the father stays as "dad" the entire time. I recommend including more about the father and other similar characters so that the author can continue treading the delicate line of "simple but so good".
The Ugly:
There's several gender mistakes with the ROs, and common grammar mistakes, so par with the course of an IF project lol. I would just like to see more polish. The demo is short atm, and I cant really find faults with it that needs addressing yet, so yay!
The Aftermath:
I'd recommend this to anyone who like space fantasy stories that are sci-fi space opera-esque. I had more fun with this than I did The Operative simply for the fact of the immersion of being a student whose home was attacked by the enemy, instead of being a super soldier with a background already being semi-allocated to the MC. I really can't wait for future updates for this title!
#wrath of an empire#interactive fiction#dashingdon#hosted games#if wip#interactive novel#choicescript#choice of games#space fantasy#scifi#if review
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Happy Long Weekend: This is Your Reminder to Review Your Sample Ballot In Advance of the Election
Hello fellow USAians!
It is October 13! The election is just over three weeks away!
I'm assuming you know who you are voting for in the presidential race.
But do you know who you are voting for on the downticket races? Is there a senate race? Who has your vote for congressional representative?
Are there judges, on your ballot? State representatives? Is there a governor's race? Other statewide office? What about local elected officials - what about the school board?
Do you know who the candidates are? Do you know what their qualifications and policy positions are, or, if that information isn't available, can you find information from which you can make reasonable inferences? (But seriously a 10-minute internet search can provide invaluable information.)
If there is an office where multiple seats are open (usually portrayed on the ballot as "vote for up to X"), is there a strategy to try to keep someone particularly bad out, or get someone particularly good in? (Whether that's a your own thoughtful voting choice (god), you + your friends/acquaintances/book club (better), or an organized local strategy (best)).
Are there ballot measures/state constitutional amendments/etc on your ballot? Do you know what they are? Have you read them? Have you taken a glance to see what subject matter experts/stakeholders/advocates/activists/etc think on the subject?
Please take the time to review your sample ballot before it's time to vote, so you can make informed choices in your downballot votes - where very low number of votes can often make a real difference.
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