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About inter-system dating and that singlet teacher saying its a bad idea -
For context two of our headmates are dating, and honestly I/we dont really know what that looks like aside from them, even when one of them is fronting. Its private, its not for the rest of us to know. So like, its a fact of our system but its also not something Im super knowledgeable about?
That being said. Singlets are encouraged to "take themselves on dates", go to restaurants and movies alone, to not wait for a partner to do nice things with in order to do nice things.
I assume for some systems, intra-system dating happens in the physical world, and from the outside thats literally no different from a singlet doing those "romantic" activities on their own.
Like. What harm can that possibly cause?? "Take yourself on a date but only if theres one of you in your body" is ridiculous.
It is ridiculous when you put it like that, haha! I think it comes from many singlets just not knowing how to respond to plurality, so they treat it with fear and derision, something "other" that must be "fixed" or at the very least "kept away from normal people". When you get into it, there's nothing especially wrong with intrasystem dating, and it's not all that different from the scenario you just described. We've had dates and hang-outs in the physical world like that, and they've been enjoyable events that have deepened our affection for and understanding of each other. I wish I could easily explain to singlets about how that's the opposite of unhealthy for a system.
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I think often about Jin Guangyao’s “[I murdered] my father, my (older) brother, my wife, my son, my teacher, my friend” quote. I think about how Jin Guangyao, a man known for self effacing politeness to the point of taking blame and shame onto himself to alleviate the tempers of others, in this moment takes complete responsibility for "murders” that he absolutely did not commit. And I think about how the audience both in the story and outside it, take his words at face value.
I think there are multiple ways of interpreting who this quote is about. Obviously Father = Jin Guangshan, Wife = Qin Su, Son = Jin Rusong, those are clear. I think (older) Brother could either be Nie Mingjue or Jin Zixuan. I think "teacher” could be Wen Rouhan or Nie Mingjue. Friend could be Nie Mingjue, Su Minshan, or Xue Yang.
So I think the ONLY options for [brother, teacher, friend] (in that order) are:
NMJ, WRH, and SMS
NMJ, WRH, and XY
JZX, NMJ, and SMS
JZX, NMJ, and XY
JZX, WRH, and NMJ
JZX, WRH, and SMS
JZX, WRH, and XY
I also saw a translation where he said “friends” plural, which would reduce the list to:
NMJ, WRH, XY and SMS
JZX, NMJ, XY and SMS
JZX, WRH, SMS and NMJ
JZX, WRH, XY and NMJ
JZX, WRH, XY and SMS
However, given the importance of his relationship with NMJ, I feel like we can safely eliminate any that exclude NMJ entirely. Similarly, there cannot be characters mentioned here who are unnamed or unknown to the reader, as that wouldn’t make any Doylist sense. We are left with a list that consists of Nie Mingjue, either WRH or JZX or both, and possibly XY and/or SMS.
Regardless of which of those combinations you use, he did not directly OR EVEN DELIBERATELY murder everyone on that list. Let’s go through them:
Jin Guangshan: Yes, he deliberately ordered and orchestrated his father’s death. Outstanding, earned, poetic, no notes. (Okay maybe SOME notes, but like, listen. Listen.)
Qin Su: Qin Su killed herself. In the animation, Jin Guangyao used the skull-piercing nails to force her suicide, but this is not canon to the novel. Bicao claims that Jin Guangyao must have killed her to silence her, despite her suicide having many witnesses (including us! the readers!), but Wei Wuxian (who WAS THERE) speculates that she couldn’t handle the reality of her marriage, as illuminated to her BY Bicao, or the prospect of societal shame if it got out. However, even IF “your actions drove her to suicide” were the rubric here, that’s still not quite the same as “you murdered her”, nor does it seem to be the outcome he was hoping or planning for. “JGY murdered her” is factually inaccurate, and a blatant propaganda tactic being used against him-- but perhaps it felt emotionally true to HIM because he’s grieving his DEAD WIFE and he FEELS responsible.
Nie Mingjue: JGY spent something like 5+ years suffering physical and verbal abuse and explicit threats of death by Nie Mingjue, then was tasked with killing Nie Mingjue by his father. He did so in a sneaky way, so as to not endanger himself further or get punished for (or perhaps cause an inter-sect conflict/war by) killing the leader of a rival sect.
Wen Rouhan: JGY stabbed him in all adaptations, A+, war hero.
Jin Zixuan: JGY, on his father’s orders, orchestrated a situation that led to Jin Zixuan’s death. We cannot know for SURE that JGY wasn’t aiming for his death but we CAN say that “Wei Wuxian accidentally compelling Wen Ning to kill the ONE GUY PRESENT Wei Wuxian did NOT want to kill” (OR “WN killing JZX of his own accord against WWX’s orders”) would have been a weird bet to make. This seems highly unlikely to have been JGY’s goal, but it was certainly caused by a situation he created. He also did not actually literally kill the guy.
Su Minshan: Su She died to protect Jin Guangyao from Nie Mingjue’s fierce corpse. Jin Guangyao is only “responsible” for this in the vaguest or terms and worst faith of interpretations. Technically Su She wouldn’t have died there if not for JGY on multiple levels (wouldn’t have had to protect him, NMJ’s fierce corpse being JGY’s fault, wouldn’t have been present at all if JGY hadn’t summoned him there, etc.), but if Jin Guangyao describes this as “I murdered him” that’s... a stretch. Again, like with Qin Su, this feels like something he might say because he FEELS responsible, rather than because he actually is.
Xue Yang: JGY ordered Xue Yang’s execution (or possibly ordered a fake execution, but this seems less likely) directly before he fled, injured, to Yi City. He did not die here. Later, after reconnecting and while still following Jin Guangyao’s orders, Xue Yang was killed by other people in opposition to Jin Guangyao’s wishes and plans. Again, TECHNICALLY Xue Yang would not have died when he did were it not for Jin Guangyao, but describing it as “Jin Guangyao murdered him” is QUITE a stretch. Due to the title of the “Villainous Friends” extra, which is about JGY and XY specifically, XY seems the most likely candidate to me for “Friend” in this quote, which is bizarre because I think his death is actually the LEAST connected to Jin Guangyao. Jin Guangyao wasn’t even present, nor did Xue Yang die FOR Jin Guangyao-- just on his payroll. BUT perhaps he still felt guilty for ORDERING his execution, and simply his willingness to HAVE Xue Yang killed counted enough to make the list.
I’ll get to the last one, but I’m pausing here to say: What all of this means is that no matter who is or isn’t on that list, it is NOT an objective list of factual murders. It is a list of people who’s deaths Jin Guangyao FEELS RESPONSIBLE FOR.
Even before we get to who counts as teacher, brother, or friend, even JUST his wife solidifies this. But it isn’t JUST her either-- even if we cut SMS and XY (the other two BIG stretch candidates) from the equation, that leaves us ONLY with NMJ(friend), WRH(teacher), and JZX(brother). And Jin Zixuan is the other one that really should not make the list of people JGY “murdered”.
This is a list of people who’s deaths Jin Guangyao FEELS RESPONSIBLE FOR.
Which brings us to the last one:
Jin Rusong: The quote (I believe this is a fan translation, but not sure) "One of the opposing sect leaders lost the arguments [about the watchtowers], and went into a murderous rage, killing Jin Guangyao and Qin Su’s only son. The boy had always been a good child and the couple had loved him dearly. Under resentment, Jin Guangyao tore down the entire sect in revenge” is, to my knowledge/memory, the only real account we’re given of what happened. “Lost the arguments and went into a murderous rage” doesn’t sound like the child was found dead some time later, and they had to investigate. It sounds like it happened in public, with witnesses, immediately.
In the same scene where Bicao convinces an audience that Qin Su, who famously killed herself on screen in a room full of people with a (now) known motive for suicide, “must have” been murdered by Jin Guangyao-- in that same scene others speculate that Jin Rusong, who was famously killed by a political opponent in a “murderous rage” most likely DURING A CONFERENCE, “must have” been murdered by Jin Guangyao.
I think "I angered an opposing sect leader so much that he killed my son" being translated by JGY into "I killed my son" is EXACTLY IN LINE with the rest of his list. How is that different than "I ordered Xue Yang's assassination, and later put him in a situation that caused others to kill him" being translated to "I killed my friend"? Or “Su She died to protect me” being translated to “I killed my friend”? Or “I didn’t anticipate my brother’s unwitting involvement in a covert operation would get him accidentally killed, which no one wanted, not even the guy who did it” being translated to “I killed my brother”? Or “I tried to protect my pregnant fiancé/wife from a horrible secret I only just learned, which would ruin her life, and when someone confronted her with it TO HARM ME she couldn’t live with it and killed herself” being translated to “I killed my wife”? It’s the same!
I do not believe that Jin Guangyao killed Jin Rusong. I believe “I murdered my son” is an example of the way that Jin Guangyao speaks about himself-- always taking the maximum responsibility onto his own shoulders. If he was in any way responsible, than he was completely responsible. If he FEELS responsible, then he MAY AS WELL have murdered them.
The context of when he says this quote also matters towards how we interpret it’s meaning. He was already attempting to flee the country, aware that the cultivation world was actively turning on him for crimes that he did AND DIDN’T commit. He was surrounded by people he thought cared about him, all of whom seemed determined to stop him from achieving a safe exit. He had had all the horrible things he felt responsible for (regardless of how directly or deliberately he was involved in those events) thrown in his face by said loved ones, while they looked at him with horror. Su Minshan had just been killed trying to PROTECT HIM, and now it looked like it had been for nothing anyway. Huaisang, who he is shown as doting upon throughout their decades long relationship, has just manipulated Lan Xichen (do I even have to go into how important Lan Xichen is to him? Please say no, please say this much at LEAST is universally understood) into BEING THE ONE to STAB HIM.
In this moment, he believes that he’s going to die, and be reviled in death by society and his loved ones alike. He knows there’s nothing left he can say or do, he hasn’t had time to process Su She’s death, and Lan Xichen has JUST (accidentally) betrayed him (which he also hasn’t had time to process).
And also, notably, he had very recently been IN POSSESSION of the TIGER TALLY.
AND HE’S BEEN STABBED! To my memory this scene happens while he’s missing an arm and LAN XICHEN’S sword is still INSIDE HIS GUTS. His emotions and reasoning are probably NOT the most calm or rational right now (blood loss, pain, fear, grief, influence of the tiger tally, etc.), and this “confession” should be taken with that in mind.
I just think a lot about how “I murdered [everyone I’ve loved except for you]” is such a raw and telling line, given the context. Even if it’s more like “I murdered [everyone I’ve owed devotion to except for you]”, that’s still so painful. He blames himself for all of it. All of it! The world celebrated Wen Rouhan’s death, but Jin Guangyao added it to his personal list. Jin Guangshan is arguably the most reprehensible character in the entire story, and ruined every part of Jin Guangyao’s entire life, but he’s on the list. He did everything in his power to protect Qin Su, and when she found out the truth he continued offering her ways he could protect her, but she chose to kill herself, and she’s on the list. He tried to improve the world with the watchtowers, and someone retaliated by murdering his son, and he claimed responsibility for that too.
He knew he was being blamed for their deaths, knew it was propaganda and slander and bad faith, but he blamed himself too. So he just... accepted it. I did it. It was me, I murdered them.
And so, so, so many people, in his world and in ours, were so, so eager to agree
#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#the untamed#cql#chen qing ling#Jin Guangyao#jgy#mdzs meta#mdzs spoilers#jin rusong#qin su#su she#su minshan#xue yang#also I think that this explains the thing he said to Qin Su about 'he had to die' too#I think he's been grieving for years and has rationalized it to himself#'it's better he's dead because his life would have been awful' is like a pretty solid way to deal with unimaginable grief#'it's better this way'#like I do definitely think he lived in CONSTANT fear while his son was alive#I think he was TERRIFIED of his son#but also just look at him with Jin Ling and tell me wouldn't have loved being a father in any other circumstances
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Nona the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 18
oh no depending on what exactly the Angel’s motivations and allegiances are this conversation between her and Camilla could go very differently. and oooh i don’t know if its mentioned before but is Cam wearing her sunglasses in this scene, because i wonder if Cam tripping into the Angel is actually Palamedes doing his whole psychometry thing
and it is Palamedes!! whaaat the fuck is he doing talking to Angel about necromancy, i really hope he has some kind of plan right now
and also something strange is up with Noodle, is he like trained to detect necromancers or something? i really hope Noodle doesn’t start hating Nona at some point, that would be horrifically sad
and there’s some discussion of a mysterious implant that the Angel has in her body, one that Palamedes is very invested in knowing about … no clue whats going on there. some kind of BoE military information maybe??
i’m very glad that Palamedes is acknowledging that Nona is perfectly capable of making her own decisions here
‘you became my enemy in the last five minutes’ and now this situation just went from bad to worse, of everything i thought that these guys had to worry about it wasn’t Nona’s school-teacher throwing hands with them
ohhh fuck Nona’s whole ‘popping’ bad headache is her getting shot in the head, isn’t it
and all that mentioned inter-organisational conflict within BoE is finally rearing its head. ngl i think i understand whats going on with the protocol and internal conflicts of BoE even less than i did the necromancy in GtN. and apparently no-one in BoE can communicate, given they had no idea that an integral part of their Lyctor project was being taught by another very important member of their organisation. also a very small detail, but confirmation that the Building is actually some kind of BoE safe house
and thank god that Cam and Pal also aren’t actually dead, this chapter is giving me a fucking heart attack
oh damn i was not expecting someone with the name ‘Our Lady of the Passion’ to look cool
omfg i cannot believe that BoE thought that Nona’s truly terrible pretend radio call was real
also i totally forgot Hot Sauce basically disappeared after Nona got shot. either she’s dead or she’s got to have realised about Nona, and i don’t know which one is going to hurt more
‘Nona vaguely made a note to practise scowling, and also dye her hair’ focusing on women they’re attracted to in the worse possible situations, Nona your inner Gideon is showing. also in the vein of every teenagers existential crisis, Nona wants to change up her hair
Nona going to find Hot Sauce through the building, and them just holding eachother through the gunfire, is probably the tensest/most horror-like passage i think there’s been since GtN.
and the worrying description of Hot Sauce drawing her gun seems to be coming very soon. there’s really a lot of emphasis on it in this passage, and i have a bad feeling Hot Sauce is going to shoot Nona
‘Nona was sorry for the bean experiment’ rip the bean experiments, we hardly knew ye
and there it is, Hot Sauce shooting Nona dead in the temple. poor Nona’s getting shot an awful lot today. even though Nona’s obviously going to be okay physically, on an emotional level i really don’t think their relationship can come back from this
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add on but new post so not take over previous post (by another person), which summarize:
autism include “social and communication deficits.” impact autism advocacy: esp those higher support needs, harder understand advocacy & harder do advocacy.
whatever language like use: “some need more support with autism symptoms than others” or “some more ability than others” or “some more affected than others” or “some more severe symptoms than others”
if “need less support” or “have more ability” or “less affected” on autism social communication, then more advantage with advocacy.
the “more support needed” “less ability” “more affected” on autism social communication, more struggle with advocacy. more need help with advocacy. more likely hard time or even not able advocate.
the closer you can be to social communication norm, more would be listen to. more value give on what you say.
so, still more ability social communication, but also more ability hide struggle.
(but also other visible features that affect how other see you, like perceived race, perceived gender & presentation, visible disability (esp in this case visible intellectual/developmental disability), etc.)
think: when in conversation, your tone, body language, pace/speed, smooth, on topic, social cues; but also accent, vernacular, language, etc
but also, even more basic: ability correct enough grammar, ability have conversation at all, ability mouth speak at all, ability functional reliable communicate at all
this “advocate,” mean online & physical advocate & self advocate like this, talk bigger more general. autism but also, even “smaller” inter-personal advocate like with parents, carer & caregiver, therapist, teacher, etc. like ability communicate “no.”
this one of many reasons why low support needs, level 1, etc. autistic need include mid/high support needs, level 2/3, severe autism, etc in their advocacy. because you all have more ability, use your advantage for good.
(do not argue about “severe autism.” this about people diagnose with it who also self identify. if still argue against, assume you against them self advocacy & support take away their agency.)
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Teacher's Pet part 11
Synopsis: The Doctor's morals slip further. It's become obvious to him that he needs to develop some actual strategy.
A/n: I'm so sorry it's been another gap in writing...if any of yall are still vibin with it, sound off!! Thanksss (I'm going to try to push more out quicker soon. Again!)
In the car ride home, he calculated. This situation almost was a faltering car crash in itself!
He nearly lost her, and to his own stupid pride!
He spent the entire car ride juggling with his morality. Taking curious little half-peeks into her brain. It seemed a bit past due, this. He finally gave in no small way…
At one end, they were chattering on. Her mind was racing around in many convergent pathways on the topics brought up. Anything from her probing about various curiosities. And the deep philosophical ranges he would invoke, just to keep her brain in a frenzy. It would be easier to parse down through and pierce. Missy, the Rani and he got top marks at the Academy on a project involving chaos and order in the arts of mind reading. He was stunned by the sheer amount of seemingly superfluous knowledge that she had crammed in there. Even though he knew she was smart, clever and balanced differently than your average human.
At the other, he was searching. Seeing what (y/n) was up to, planning out. Past what she said, what she thought and thought she said and thought. She was still a bit angry and was trying her hardest to let go, and not be jealous. She was fighting naming what she felt for him as love. There was quite the struggle with inner hypocrisy.
One small part of her genuinely was enamored with the thoughts that he chose her. That he seemed truthful that he wanted her to grow old alongside him in his retirement. Whatever that looked like. She was still reeling about the (as stated frequently in her brain…) “Fucking ageless alien bit”.
She had some caveats that she was going to bring up, later, of course. She didn’t want to spoil the weekends happy afterglow.
He could feel the choking nature of her holding her tongue in his brain as he went in deeper.
It felt so illicit! He wasn’t one to be like this, he’d have to go scream at Missy for this later, but it was freeing. He finally understood the humans and their gossip rags.
“I don’t endorse that behavior, but I agree with some of their points.” She admitted, in the real-life conversation. He snapped himself out of her mind.
She never stopped surprising him. Even now, as he held the inter-workings of her brain in his hand. It seemed that she’d always thwart him and his understandings.
Although, she was very distracted by his physicality, and that would be an advantage to him. She was very docile in that regards. Different from what he could tell went on in her work.
He would have to go down new avenues…
Or would he? She’d already so surrendered herself to the ideas of them.
He’d have to dwell in that later, maybe after his yelling session at Missy.
A perfect pet to keep on Earth, in her own time and place. Where nothing would ever rip her away from him…
The idea made him giddy.
Utterly addicted to it. Utterly ashamed of it.
Finally back to Bristol, she left and said she had to attend to her studies. Which was fine by him.
He descended into the Vault.
“Your parents were wrong! I’m not the bad influence, you are!” He entered pointer finger out, jacket fluttering behind him.
“I’d love to know what that high praise is for!” Missy jumped, almost shocked at this outburst.
“I’m out here invading people’s minds and rummaging around like it’s a toy chest!” He accused.
“Whatever happened to ‘Hello!’ or ‘How are you, haven’t seen you in months, Missy! How’s life?’ or even ‘Hey, Missy, here’s a tuba, I know you love ‘em!’?”
“That human girl…” He seethed, feeling remorse bubble up.
“Another ickle girlie dead?” Missy smiled, teeth showing, glinting with a venomous shine…
He felt her start to enter his mind and he let her in. Doors opened and she started sifting through the past months.
“Oh! This is too good!” She giggled, her hips swishing in her skirt.
“Naughty boy, Doctor! You’re tramping up with this girl.”
“We’re not that different after all! You with your…whore. Sorry, little Fawn. And me with my twenty-seven nuclear missiles!”
“What?”
“Oh, back when I was Prime Minister! I bought some missiles from some Russian man and I have them in a garden shed somewhere in Scotland. I forget where.”
He’d deal with that even later.
His head was physically painful as she didn’t take care and do an ounce of discretion as he did to (y/n)’s brain earlier.
“I want to meet her! Please!” She drew out the ‘please’ and clasped her hands together. “I promise to act cool.”
“One day, if you’re very good.”
“The best.” She bowed deeply.
“I always knew you’d loop around to do something like this. Ever since you started palling about with that Jo Grant. Lovely woman. But I knew you’d give in. You always have to have the prettiest companions on your arms. Vain and dirty old man.”
“I was pining for you.” The Doctor confessed.
“And I was pining for you, and Jo. Do you have a point?” She confessed back.
“Come on, you were always this close to ascending to god-like levels of delusion. I was the one to hold you back. And I was always going to become what I am. I may be many, many, many levels of crazy. But I’m honest about it…” .
The Doctor wiped his face.
“Yeah, I’ll leave you to this. I need to clear my head. I have work tomorrow. And to meet her.”
Missy just started making kissing noises and wrapping her arms around her body as if she were deep in a lover’s embrace.
The Doctor left the Vault. His brain in a state of chaos that wasn’t Missy’s making.
He wasn’t above certain things, but he had to remain a hero. Honor Clara’s bit of “Be the Doctor”. And to keep his reputation up. He felt positively furtive.
This wasn’t going to be an easy option. Dealing with Daleks? A walk in the park compared to his morals disintegrating around him over his attraction to a human woman.
Could he still be the Doctor? And be Professor Smith to her and others?
Why had this foresight not come to him as he and Nardole started this little façade…
He never thought he’d fall for another human again.
Stupid him.
Idiot Doctor.
Humans were always worming their way into his hearts.
It was inevitable…
He went to his office to prepare for the week.
He missed the smell of cigarette smoke and her sweat.
He hated the scent, but it reminded him of his fawn. He chose his pet name for her well…
The lone wolf that would pursue the separated fawn.
Very good metaphors.
He had his legitimate tutoring of her tomorrow, however. How could he leverage this? Make her further buckle into him…
What a sweet sin.
Her desire for him.
He recognized his unhealthy veering into base, carnal feelings. Haunting him.
The images of Earth’s own myths of fallen angels danced in his mind.
Was he a fallen angel here? Or was she?
He certainly was falling as an hero. The ethical moor of the universe.
Retiring from interstellar heroics and focusing on his dearest best enemy. Now he was leading a young woman into his web of interest.
Selfish.
Infinitely so…
Hadn’t he deserved it? Deserved it all.
He was the universe’s slave for a truly insane amount of years.
He was (to borrow a phrase…) the Master of His Own Fate. It was his birth right, not only as a Time Lord, but as the ultimate survivor of every wound the Time War had brought out. The savior and destroyer of all of creation.
He was owed this.
The Doctor was now demanding this.
Zero compromises. Even if that was bad optics…
His thoughts became a lust-filled power trip.
He taught his classes and set up his office for tutoring. He was unwilling to part with pretense. Of course, he’d educate her! It was her right! She paid for it!
But the trap…
The glimmering trap of self.
The uneasy shift in morality turned over in his brain like a car’s engine on a frosty day.
How deep was he actually willing to go, to not only have his selfish needs taken care of? How much of a betrayal of self and his past would he commit to? Could he?
And her…precious her…mostly unaware of how much fire she was playing with.
He got her a coffee just as she liked and set up the office, he let the bright light of the Spring day stream in through the windows.
After some deliberation, he took the huge tapestry off where he tucked his TARDIS.
“Sorry, old girl. Maybe one day you’ll get a chance…” He muttered, stroking the wood of the door, lightly brushing the lock.
He felt unworthy to stand in it’s unveiled presence, but it would help the game shift…
She came in, all plain clothes and awkward grace. Herself at her core.
Today, she was overzealous with her perfume and looked beyond tired.
He didn’t probe her mind.
“I’m assuming that’s your ship.” She stated, a look that could be easily misconceived flashed across her face.
“Vintage.” She described it aptly.
“In an effort of truthfulness…I’m showing you it.” He explained, approaching her slowly, coffee in hand extended.
She took it and followed with a large sip.
“I’m assuming it’s got some cloaking thing, I don’t know…like Star Trek or something?” She observed. “Not well, of course, but hey…we can’t really expect TV show-level perfection.”
He nodded.
He went for a half-truthful flatterer’s route. “On the ticket. So many are shocked and confused.”
She shrugged and sucked her teeth against her lips. “I’ve got fuck-all to do sometimes so…”
“Terms coming to an end soon, want to discuss the last of the notes and my lectures before exams? Or…” He alluded.
“Oh, yeah. No special treatment here, thanks. I need help.” She made a motion of a non-committal nature with her free hand as she placed the coffee down and unhindered herself from her hoodie and bag…
And they were off, talking about it all and the lessons of the course. She was apparently very determined to get by on her skills. Not wanting any of the favoritism that shtupping the teacher could have brought her marks…
Her sliding scale of morals amused him.
It was oddly complimentary.
It added layers to this little game she didn’t know she was playing.
“Some weekend, huh?” She said as time was beginning to run out. The awkward, reassuring smile and slouched body language completely opposite to her showy presentation on Saturday night.
“Not at all my plans.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” The shaky little half-chortle echoed across the room. She went to go chew on a hang nail. He gently removed her thumb from her mouth before she could bite the aggrieved area.
“I like Petronella. She’s a great person. She’s coming up to visit me over the summer holiday. And vice versa.”
“Meet me here tonight. More truthfulness…” He offered, a dangerous idea flickering into his brain and coming out of his mouth before he could control himself.
He have to project his messages to Missy at a mental scream all day. Give her guidelines…promising her the tuba she so desperately wanted. It’d probably be just as hefty an annoyance as her piano.
“At what time? And what?” She pushed.
“Oh, you’ll see… how about nine PM?”
She gave a little nod of her head.
They broke the meeting with a kiss.
He went off to teach, sending Missy the message and threats of many lifetimes…
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Gideon The Ninth Liveread, Chapter 18
Teacher’s order at the end of the last chapter to bring the bodies up isn’t followed by a jump cut to the parlor scene, as it easily could have been; instead, we get some insight into the logistics of getting two mutilated corpses and an unresponsive cavalier up a narrow ladder. The physical comedy implied by the process of getting Colum up the ladder is good bathos, but the fact that this takes them over an hour seems salient; whatever boogeyman Teacher was afraid of had over an hour in which to attack prone targets. And it didn’t show up for the hours on end that the houses spent attempting necromantic workings. My inclination is that either Teacher is feigning ignorance in order to scupper the investigation, or Teacher is genuinely afraid of something that still lies dormant and is projecting his longstanding anxieties onto the first blank crisis that presents itself.
Corona is very casually cited as one of the Colum liftees, alongside Gideon, which I feel like reading into a little. A quick runthrough of who’s even left reminded me that Corona actually is one of the most physically capable people remaining at Canaan house- Magnus being dead, Colum being in his state, Pro being attached to Dulcinea at the Hip, the teens being pubescent, Babs being mildly eaten…. Corona is, like, one of the taller/stronger people in the assemblage, right? But this gives off the vibe of a task that you’d assume, from her social butterfly persona, that she’d get someone else to do. And she’s doing it in her nightie, as well. I pegged her and her sister coming down in the skimpy nighties as… not a head game, exactly, but part of their attention to presentation. This is not body-hauling attire. But she switches modes without hesitation, with only one word of textual acknowledgement that she’s the one who knuckled down. She actually spends a good bit of time in this chapter abruptly cutting the bullshit and knuckling down to try and address the situation at hand. I’m starting to like Corona.
The Second House were the ones to run and get Teacher. I’m reiterating my initial read on them; they’re there to keep up with the Joneses, with limited investment in the trial outcome or their own path to ascension through it. The Necro/Cav pair are barely visually delineated from each other, in contrast to basically every other dyad. They are not Of Necromancy, beyond its utility; they are Of The Military. They have limited respect for Teacher’s religious edicts about lines of communication off-world, and while it’s difficult to tell how much stock any of these people put in the theology vs how much they’re going along to get along, it’s telling that they lead the push to undermine the foremost religious authority in deference to military authority.
As an aside, I’m well-versed enough in this series via tumblr osmosis to know that the Emperor is, like, very much all that, and his personal power eclipses and obviates what any other house could hope to bring to the table, so usurpation as a goal is unlikely. Adherence to his religion is less like a matter of doctrine and more like acknowledging the sun’s ongoing contribution to the ecosystem. But inter-house infighting isn’t unheard of; the Eighth has it out for the Ninth, after all. I wonder if we’re witnessing an internal fracture between the military dynasty and the hardline religious elements of the empire; if this attempt by the Second to call things off and bring in reinforcements isn’t JUST a practical plan but is also them finally making the kind of power grab they actually know how to make.
“A Second captain don’t outrank a Third official.” Wait. Is Naberius supposed to have, like, a genteel southern drawl? Also, interesting that this is where Ianthe chooses to intercede on his behalf. “Prince Tern, if you please.” The Third does circle the wagons against outside threats.
Alright, Key ownership rundown. The Sixth has a key, Dulcinea’s gambit using Pro to brute-force check all the doors apparently netted her a key. It turns out that both mine and Harrow’s suspicions were correct; Silas did cue Abigail and Magnus in on the facility, using both the rationale that they aren’t NOT supposed to work together, but also under the rationale that the hated Ninth can’t be allowed to be the only ones with access to the facility. Unfortunate that Harrow does have someone ready and willing to validate her paranoia.
The exchange between Silas and Dulcinea is fascinating. Silas clearly likes Dulcinea; everybody does. When he finds out it was the Seventh Cavalier who put him out, he seemingly takes this in stride, and he’s unwilling to sic Colum on Dulcinea… but he is willing to have Colum duel Pro, which Dulcinea (and Gideon, by extension) gets predictably up in arms about. Dulcinea and Silas run parallel in that they’re both radically reliant on their cavalier to get anything useful done, more so than any other necromancer we’ve seen; Silas requires Colum for soul siphoning and general henchman work, while Dulcinea uses Pro as a caretaker and mobility device. Silas is significantly more, uh, cavalier about imperiling Colum over petty bullshit than Dulcinea is; the charitable read is that Dulcinea’s reliance on Pro gives her a significantly greater appreciation for him. The uncharitable read is that anything happens to Pro, she’s going to be in a pickle; he’s already saved her ass once by putting Silas out, and the crisis has barely started.
Coronabeth puts her foot down; “The Golden Butterfly was gone.” Her rousing speech noticeably gets everybody moving in the direction of productive action- The Second Cav passive-aggressively entertaining Teacher’s theory, Isaac committing to hunting a monster if it exists, with Palamedes putting on the brakes on his enthusiasm with a commitment to a scientific autopsy, an implied deference to Coronabeth’s call for unity, and a (not unreasonable!) entertainment of the possibility there really is a horde of vengeful ghosts in play. He even folds in Harrow and Silas’s dispute by making it clear that collaboration on the murder issue isn’t incompatible with continuing to compete in the lyctor trials. Third House’s hat, so to speak, is that they’re the rulers and governers- but Sixth house were previously mentioned to be the house with policy wonks, and there’s a synergy there! Palamedes knows how to align himself with Corona for maximum productive effect.
Ianthe admits to being in possession of the last key, distressing both Babs (who she took the key from) and Corona, who expected to be privy to this information. Something I find interesting about this is that Ianthe is pretty clearly a Machiavellian operator; if nothing else, she had the key, and kept that fact to herself. But! When it comes down to it, she’s also willing to come clean and put her cards on the table in a crisis situation. She was in the trenches necromancing right along everyone else; there are parallels here be drawn here to her sister’s willingness to drop the butterfly routine in the name of getting the situation under control. On the other hand, it’s also possible that this is a rehearsed ruse; Ianthe, as the obvious evil Twin, publicly taking the fall by positioning herself as the only one from Third House who hypothetically could have had access to the facility at the time of the murders. This is conceivable even if the Third genuinely have nothing to do with it; an implementation of a general strategy they’ve worked out amongst themselves, painting Ianthe as the heel in contrast to the Great Golden Butterfly, establishing the narrative that Coronabeth doesn’t have complete control over what Ianthe does. Campy Wickedness as a cultivated affect, overlaying a subtler, realer scheming nature. “Ianthe is a Vriska,” “Ianthe is Rancid,” all these no-context Ianthe posts have got me going full Charlie Kelly over here.
The meeting adjourns. Palamedes works off Coronabeth’s cue to lead all interested parties to the freezer, including the Second and Seventh houses. Gideon chalks this up to Seventh Houses broadly morbid tendencies, but it also strikes me as likely that Dulcinea might have applicable medical knowledge as an outgrowth of constantly dealing with her condition, or at a minimum could effectively rubber-duck for Pal while he talks out the implications aloud. Second House I’m assuming are along for the ride because they realize they live in a universe where they have to at least begrudgingly entertain the ghost thing, but they want to be in the room concurrently with any autopsy that might reach “ghost murder” as its conclusion, to make sure there’s no funny business going on.
Pal, conspicuously, stops to have a word with Harrow. Harrow is characteristically concerning; her singlemindedness (on display in full force at the end of the chapter!) is poorly suited to such a radical shift in the circumstances. She’s the least willing to change her focus during the meeting beyond what’s necessary to avoid getting fingered as the murderer, and Pal’s word might very well be words of warning or reprobation that he had the tact not to deliver in front of the peanut gallery.
The scene with Silas starting the process of bringing back Colum is interesting; I think that Silas’s utmost confidence in Colum’s ability to make it back is the first time we see any expression of regard from Silas towards his Cav, and while it’s a strong endorsement of Colum’s capabilities, it’s part and parcel with the extent to which Silas is taking Colum for granted. Earlier I drew parallels between the necro/cav dynamics of the Seventh and Eighth houses, but there’s also a strong parallel between the Eighth and Ninth houses- each with a zealous, thoroughly stick-assed Necromancer , each of whom are paired at the hip with a Cav with a stoic demeanor and a frosty-and-best attitude towards their Necro. This line of thought is causing me to re-evaluate the lens through which Gideon has been assessing Eighth house; no Necro/Cav pairing is remotely Normal About It, but Eighth and Ninth have some parallels in their dysfunction. The key difference being that Silas routinely, habitually makes use of his Cav, and Gideon’s beef with Harrow is at least partly informed by the fact that, up until very recently, Harrow gave her absolutely no opportunity to be of use. Colum represents the path not taken, the grass that’s greener, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Gideon pays so much attention to the Colum situation right before Harrow shows up to drag her off towards another once-longed-for stint as an accomplice. Is Harrow’s attention an improvement in her circumstances, or has she this whole time unwittingly been dodging Colum’s sorry lot?
The sequence with Jeannemary is heartbreaking. They’ve hit the hero-worship beat a couple times now, the idea that she’s looking up to/admiring/(crushing on?) Gideon. It’s interesting that the “Bad Teen,” up till now an irksome background presence, is the one to finally break Gideon’s composure in a semi-public, not-technically-a-live-emergency setting- quietly and quickly enough that the illusion is probably still largely intact, but it’s a significant break! Also significant is Jeannemary’s insight into a suspicious detail nobody else seems to have touched on in the meeting; Abigail specialized in Ghost magic. Jeannemary’s love of Abigail means that her awareness of this fact cashes out as a belief that Abigail should have been able to defeat a ghostly threat regardless of magnitude. But the unstated second truth is that whoever or whatever killed Abigail, simultaneously got rid of the necromancer best suited to the necromantic forensic work everyone else was struggling with in the last chapter. This doesn’t feel like a coincidence.
Harrow’s barreling forward on the heels of Colum’s return to the land of the living feels like a great for-want-of-a-nail moment, and another example of Harrow’s too-clever-by-half tendencies snipping a thread that she really, really should have followed up on. Jeannemary has an important insight here! If Colum had been seventeen minutes late instead of fifteen, Harrow might have limped into the middle of a very illuminating exchange.
In closing, I’m pretty sure we’re looking at two memes in one here. Harrow’s “I’m sick of these people” bit reads to me like a reference to Dr. Manhattan’s, “I tire of Earth. These people” monologue and the resultant meme panel. “An admirable attempt at comedy in these trying times” reads like a reference to the Egg bit from It’s Always Sunny. Bonus points because the specific Dr. Manhattan line that I believe is being referenced here comes during his myopic dark night of the soul, where he’s conflating his own depression with the true meaning of the universe and letting his heartfelt belief that he already knows everything important blinker him to some important fucking details he hasn’t noticed. Just like how Harrow is overlooking potentially massively important information in her rush to capitalize on her perceived information advantage. Assuming I’m correct that this is a reference and not just random apophenia, this is, like, sliding past the point of mere pop-cultural meme reference into the realm of meaningful literary allusion. Which is a real good way to integrate your meme references! Nothing there just to convey that you’re hip and with it, everything acting as a character beat or a thematic vector. I’m going to go right ahead and adopt a hardline policy of treating every apparent meme reference as an indicator of deliberate thematic depth, and there is absolutely no way that this might potentially cause me to spill over 500 words of ink over something that just turns out to be a vaguely similar sentence construction to another work.
#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#tlt#gtn#gideon the ninth liveread#tlt liveread#tlt spoilers#the locked tomb spoilers#gideon liveblog#blastweave livereads#thoughts#meta#tlt analysis#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#silas octakiseron#colum asht#dulcinea septimus#palamedes sextus#coronabeth tridentarius#ianthe tridentarius#judith deuteros#marta dyas#jeannemary chatur#isaac chatur
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Riize Personality Reading
So, I thought of doing this one, before the ideal reading to get a better understanding of who they are, since I am new to their energy. I think I did a reading on their personality awhile back before posting and I liked what I saw, but let's take a look into them this time and see what strong traits are showing up now. Interesting cards here I see, they are giving me a bit of a different vibe to their dynamic reading.
Shotaro (Teacher/King of Pentacles) This dude is pretty powerful. A wise individual. He has vast knowledge of things. He can be pretty business savy. A very practical person. He can be pretty stubborn as well. He seems to be a very goal-oriented individual as well. I can see this dude running his own business someday. There is a lot of knowledge he has that he shares with others. People may come to him for practical advice on things. I can also see him being very skilled. I believe he is the best dancer of the group, so he may teach that to the others as well. He comes off very mature in this energy. I see all the books in the background on one of the cards, so he may read a lot or has the ability to gather a lot of information. Powerful energy from him here.
Eunseok (Addict/Strength) This kind of surprised me, but yeah. He is a strong individual. I can see him not falling prey to addictive patterns. He can be someone with a lot of self-control. It can be hard to break him. He can endure a lot that comes to him, which is good from his life as an idol. There is a strength he exudes and confidence as well. He has an ability to push past any obstacle and resistance that comes his way. He is mentally and physically fit to handle whatever comes his way. He comes off pretty stable as well. From his dynamic reading I get a sensitive energy, but here he is showing off strength and power, so seems he is a pretty dynamic person. I wonder if he has Cap in his chart with this energy he could. He is very stable, balanced and levelheaded as a person.
Sungchan (Queen/3 of Swords) He showed me some strong feminine energy here. The Mother card also showed up as well. He seems like he is a good communicator. He seems to be a very expressive person. He may be a bit whiny at times, not going to lie. I just see the 3 of swords card as he is someone who isn't afraid to let out his anger and frustration. He can get hurt and upset pretty easily. I see him being the type to have a fit or something. But he does have power, especially with how he communicates with his words. There is this sense that he likes to help others or speak on behalf of others. I do get a bit of entitlement here. There is this sense of a demand to be heard. He could get upset if others challenge him as well. He may also be hard to argue with. But there is this protector energy I get from him. Like he needs to speak for others. There is a softness and kindness to him as well. This was a bit hard to wrap my head around this one lol
Wonbin (Seeker/The Hierophant) I saw the hierophant card pop up before I pulled this card lol I see him as a seeker, someone who looks for more out of life, may be a spiritual individual, someone who seeks higher guidance from others, maybe his spirit team or higher self, or people in this world who can guide him in life. There is this desire to grow as a person, but I see more of a spiritual, personal development path. I don't see him chasing money or fame too much, but a desire to learn more about the world and the meaning of life, to look into the deeper meaning of things in life. I am also getting, seek and you shall find. He is always on a search for something more meaningful and fulfilling. Is he a chatty person?, because it is hard for me to keep up with what I am getting. He is a humble and gracious person, can be pretty minimalistic about things in life. I don't see a materialism energy from him. He is more into the ethereal I heard. Interesting, I like his energy.
Sohee (Athlete/6 of Pentacles) Interesting combo here. He is strong, tough and resilient. Has a strong competitive spirit here. He may be someone who likes to work out or just someone who likes to show their strength. I can also see this as someone who doesn't like to show off their vulnerable side that much, like he likes to appear strong and that he has all together. He is all about give and take, an equal exchange. Like he gives, you give. He will give what you give. He may like to exchange gifts. It is like he will put as much effort as the other person does. He would also like to get something out of what he does in a tangible way. It is like he won't put in the effort if he isn't getting something out of it, it has to be tangible or practical. It is like I will do this if you give me something for it. I see him willing to give as well, as long as they give back, or it is deserved.
Anton (Miser/King of Cups) He's got a balance of practicality and emotions. He seems to like money and finding ways to make it. He is also very giving and would give money or his time to help those in need. I say he has an ability to make his life rich or prosperous and it could be in sprit. I say he likes to make money and has a business mindset, but that isn't all he cares about. He has this energy of having creative ways to make money or make something out of his life. Like if he is scrounging for money, he can find ways or he has skills that can bring money to his life. Maybe strong entrepreneur skills. But he is a very compassionate and loving person. A stable emotional person. He is emotionally mature. He seems to be an enlightened individual as well and understands others well. Although, he is very emotional. He does a good job of keeping himself grounded and not getting too overly emotional. He is good at creating emotional boundaries.
Okay, interesting bunch here, this was fun. They were pretty easy, but some were a bit complex, but not overly complex. It will be interesting to dive more into them as I plan to do.
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UA: Where You Learn to be a Hero or Something
For a school that’s supposed to be “the best hero school in the country if not the world” they sure don’t teach much heroing do they? By my count the hero lessons that these kids have received include:
A “quirk assessment test” which taught them… nothing really. Unless you count Izuku learning how to compartmentalize the parts of his body that he destroys (and, oh boy, do I have thoughts about that.)
Battle trials - which (raises hand) uh, yeah, All Might-sensei I know your all great and powerful and have a heck of a lot of field experience, but this is my second day at school. I don’t even know how to throw a punch. Shouldn’t foundational heroics be more… foundational?
We want to the USJ for rescue training!… and then we watched our teachers get beaten close to death and we never really touched on rescue training again. What even was that? Is rescue a course on its own or was it a one off seminar?
…choosing hero names… and, I don’t care what you say, this is a business marketing class. And why are first years marketing their forever hero names? Shouldn’t they have had an inter departmental collaboration with business students to do this? They had no prior instruction just, “hey, you might get stuck with this bs for the rest of your career.”
Oh, look, gladiatorial spectator sports where we watch a bunch of teenagers beat each-other unconscious for entertainment and profit. Blood for the blood gods!
Though that’s par for the course considering the school let’s shit like this happen.
Not going to heal you anymore. I’m sorry but that isn’t helping! How about some ideas on how he can stop turning his bones to paste instead of an ultimatum? No? Okay, great, I guess we’ll just not get medical attention then.
(Is there another doctor at this school? Can I get a second opinion? Or, you know, actual medical advice about how to control this brand spanking new extremely volatile quirk?)
And then we have internships… yay? I feel like something should have happened before this? I don’t know something like a field work class. Mock patrols on campus�� once again what do hero students learn? What is the curriculum here?! Because as far as I can see THERE IS NONE!!!!
And then we have first term exams…
ON WHAT!!!!!??? What have these kids been learning!? Hori, man, you can’t invent a magical school and not tell us about the magic going on in it! This is like if we followed harry to Hogwarts and he went to accounting class and generic magic class! What magic? Oh you know, the magical kind~
And we get to see All Might beat a kid with another kid to teach them about… cooperation?
How?
Just… how?
Listen, this story has gotten under my skin in the worst ways and I just need to know how the MAIN GOD DAMN SETTING in this world functions!
Is there a reason why Bakugo is allowed to stay in the hero course after levying physical and verbal abuse against his classmates? I mean other than the fact that he’s a fan favourite and thus the plot has to bend over backwards to accommodate and validate his behaviour (and shove him into Izuku’s storyline so hard that they’re basically tangoing for relevant plot points, but that’s for another time).
Is counselling sessions too much to ask? Probably. I mean if mental health care was a thing in this universe there is no way Iida would have been cleared for an internship days after his brother almost died. Izuku breaking all his fingers into paste in the gladiator games probably would have gotten him benched too.
#bnha#mha#bnha critical#mha critical#midoriya izuku#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#I have questions and there are no answers
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Have Some TWST Fan Lore Part 2: Corlux Key Seminary
Quite literally the largest of the arcane academies, acting as an "all are welcome" paramilitary institution for mages of all sorts. It is revered for its music program, particularly its marching band. - the description that would be on Corlux's in-game info card if it were canon
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A Very Brief Background
According to legend, Corlux Key Seminary was originally opened by a collective of special forces mages led by a wizard of power so fantastic that he could supposedly create living worlds out of paint and paper. These mages guarded their kingdom of light with such ferocity that they were referred to as 'living locks', which was fairly ironic considering their weapons were shaped to resemble keys.
With that said, however, the lead mage truly believed that people of all talents and backgrounds were welcome to their land if their hearts were 'pure'; after all, unconventional talents had been proved to win the day over and over in the long lens of history. As such, Corlux Key Seminary was created in honor of that wizard and his friends by offering a variety of programs for students to harness their skills.
-------------------- Current Staff {pronouns} (Twisted From)
Headmistress: Evangeline Lighthaven {she/her} (twisted from the Blue Fairy of Pinocchio)
Deputy Headmaster: Sir Shy {he/they} (twisted from Mad Madam Mim of The Sword & the Stone)
Literature and Drama: Godehard Norris {he/him} (twisted from Mother Gothel of Tangled)
Science: Maureen Desrosiers {she/her} (twisted from Maurice of Beauty and the Beast)
Social Studies: Saylor Anker {she/her} (twisted from Captain Hook of Peter Pan)
Mathematics: Jóna Quasar {they/them} (twisted from Dr. Delbert Doppler of Treasure Planet)
Foreign Languages: Augustus Scholaris {he/him} (twisted from Dr. Milo Thatch of Atlantis: the Lost Empire)
Physical Education: Babur Shah {he/him} (twisted from Shere Khan of Jungle Book)
Music/Band: Inti & Wayna {genderfluid & he/him respectively} (twisted from Yzma & Kronk of The Emperor's New Groove)
Teacher's Assistant: Solfilius Bellflower {he/him} (twisted from Rapunzel of Tangled)
'Jacks of All Trades' Grunts: Carnelian & Saul {both he/him} (twisted from Jasper & Horace of 101 Dalmatians)
all staff members created by @inmateofthemind
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Students of Note, sorted by school year at time of 1st Arcane Exchange
FRESHMAN
Orpheus Fairbairn {he/him}* (twisted from King Stephen of Sleeping Beauty) created by @inmateofthemind
Helena Jupiter {she/her} (twisted from Hercules of Hercules) created by @ramshacklerumble
Caelum 'Cal' Sokół {he/him}* (twisted from Jim Hawkins of Treasure Planet) created by @inmateofthemind
SOPHOMORE
Klaus Hasencamp {he/him} (twisted from The White Rabbit of Alice in Wonderland) created by @simons-twsted-children
Puck Pratt {he/him, trans}* (twisted from Peter Pan of Peter Pan) created by @inmateofthemind
Fiamma Trein {she/her} (twisted from Cinderella of Cinderella) created by @inmateofthemind
JUNIOR
Penny Chase {she/her} (twisted from Copper of The Fox and the Hound) created by @inmateofthemind
Ruby Del Zorro {she/her} (twisted from Tod of The Fox and the Hound) created by @inmateofthemind
Kentigern Vaughan {he/him} (twisted from Wart of The Sword in the Stone) created by @inmateofthemind
*= does not participate in the 1st Arcane Exchange
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GRADUATES/ALUMNUS
Kallisto Shroud {she/her} (twisted from the Muses of Hercules) created by @cyanide-latte
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Tidbits & Trivia
Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy can bicker about having the power; Corlux Key Seminary is content to boast about having the numbers. There are a grand total of twenty dormitories across the entire campus, though the joke among students is that there are actually twenty-three. This is due to some of the dorms having gotten a rebranding of name some years back, but people will use the new and old names interchangeably. It isn't uncommon for freshmen to be deliberately told to retrieve something from one of the dorms using the old name for it so that they will wander around for hours trying to find it.
Corlux Key Seminary is located in the far north of the Shaftlands; not exactly neighbors with Harveston, but close enough that the more troublesome youth of the town are threatened with being sent there if they don't shape up.
Corlux's inclusivity even goes as far as the dress code; as long as the students are wearing academy-issued attire and it's properly clean, they're golden as far as the rules go. This is actually a selling point for students who are exploring their gender identity, or even just for people who want to wear quote-unquote 'gender-specific attire' just for the sake of comfort. Rather recently, one student even turned down their invite to Royal Sword Academy specifically because 'they don't allow guys to wear skorts/skirts there; hard pass'.
As Corlux is currently under the reign of a fae, all students are granted protection from minor cantrips and spells by what is referred to as a 'pulchra osculum' ('beautiful kiss'). This is a TWST-fan!verse term created by myself which I will explain at a later date, but the basic idea is that it's a minor protection spell.
Corlux is officially listed as paramilitary due to their structure not being fully comparable to a traditional military school, though there is a kind of 'honors program' sponsored by official military institutes from across the nations to help those with serious aspirations for the armed forces. The way to distinguish those students from the general populace is an armband emblazed with a specific crown modeled after a symbol worn by a legendary 'Keywielder', as the military-aspiring students are called.
Even if students do not choose to enlist into any kind of military service upon graduation, they will receive top-of-the-line training for a variety of careers. As mentioned previously, one of the school's most famed aspects is their marching band that has seen several of its former members go on to be professional musicians of some kind.
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Author's Notes
As previously mentioned, Corlux Key Seminary is an arcane academy created by yours truly to serve...well, a lot of purposes, actually;
Play around with the idea of what a TWST military school would look like while also having a bit of flexibility for fun
Give the girlies/girlie-identifying folks of TWST a place to be educated since there don't seem to be a whole lot of those in canon (at least from what I've seen)
Place a few extra Kingdom Hearts references into TWST (you mean to tell me that four of the Great Seven are the villains of the Princesses of Hearts, with one of those Seven even being Maleficent herself, because of sheer coincidence? I think NOT, friend!)
Because this is a fanverse for a piece of media, which means we live by the credence 'I did it because I could' xD
This is all in good fun between a small group of friends who are doing something fun with a game we all enjoy. Just let us have our thing and feel free to engage if you like it :)
Taglist: @cyanide-latte @simons-twsted-children @tixdixl @ramshacklerumble (let me know if you also want to be tagged)
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#disney twst#twst oc#friends' ocs#twisted wonderland arcane exchange#twst arcane exchange
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Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 16
Chapter 16: Reality is Subjective
Overall rating: Teen
Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.
Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.
Afab Non-binary Reader;
The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.
Chapter One |Master post |Ao3
**Several minutes earlier**
"Are we going to talk about the fact you called my dad and Mx. Nemo 'my tallest?'" Dib asked, an impish grin on his face as he followed Zim, who had long let go of his hand.
"No!" Zim hissed. "As far as I'm concerned, it never happened!"
"But you did."
"I did not!"
"I was right there, Zim. You totally called them your Tallest."
"The mighty Zim makes no mistakes!" Zim suddenly stopped and spun to face Dib, his eyes narrowed at Dib's delighted expression. "Foolish Dib-stink! You think I, the mighty Zim, would lower himself to call those two meat-bags my Tallest? That I would find them intelligent and honorable enough to think of them that highly?!"
Dib didn't even waiver for a second. "You must, because that is definitely what you called them."
Zim snarled, and Dib quickly realized he might have pushed the alien a little too far. Before he could act, Zim pounced at him, tackling the boy to the ground.
"Zim! No! Get off!"
"Not until you admit defeat, Dib-stink!"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing!" Dib defended, both verbally and physically as they wrestled each other, completely ignorant of the looks they were drawing. "My dad is the smartest human on Earth right now! And Mx Nemo's the first adult to treat us like actual people!"
"Your paternal unit doesn't even acknowledge that alien life exists, and Mx Nemo can hardly understand your primitive computer system!"
"I'm not saying they're perfect! I'm just saying I can understand why you see them as higher authorities! They treat you a lot better than your old Tallest did!"
Zim went still, sliding off of Dib and sitting despondently on the ground. Dib took the opportunity to sit up, brushing the dust off his black coat as he warily watched Zim for a few moments.
"I-I don't really mean to make fun of it," Dib admitted after a moment. "I mean, I have nothing but respect for both of them, obviously. And I guess I'm kind of…happy? Excited? That you feel the same. Because it means we aren't enemies anymore. We're friends now, right?"
"Irkens don't have friends," Zim responded, more out of reflex than anything. The despondency in expression faded, replaced with something akin to embarrassment. "But…we are partners. Allies."
Dib figured it was as close as he was going to get, and a lot more than he ever believed possible. Hell, if someone told him he was going to be friends with Zim just a few months ago, he would have called them crazy.
"Ah ha, you two must be the students from inter-city middle skool!"
Zim and Dib looked up at a…person. Both Zim and Dib narrowed their eyes at the man that looked like something far too large stuffed inside a suit made to look vaguely humanesque.
"I think that's actually worse than your human suit on peace day."
"Hey, cut me some slack! I had less than twelve of your earth hours to plan that!"
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No. No no no. You couldn't be stuck.
"Mx Nemo?" You could hear the professor, but couldn't respond. Not as the anxiety and panic gripped at you. You weren't usually claustrophobic but the bright blinding whiteness and cramped space as you tucked in closely to Professor Membrane's large frame, and your fears jumped at the chance to consume you.
"Mx Nemo." Large, firm hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you somewhat. You stared up at him, able to see his eyes clearly through his goggles, dark eyebrows knitted in concern. "I am sincerely sorry, I realize now that was a very bad joke."
Joke. It was a joke. You slumped against him in relief, not thinking as you punched him half heartedly in the chest--his shoulder too far for your to reach. "You had me for a moment there," you admitted.
His hands still gripped your shoulder, though not quite as tightly. "Humor is not exactly one of my stronger skills," he explained rathwr weakly, which was odd coming from him.
"I'm going to get you a book of dad jokes," you joked weakly in return, still leaning against him as your heart slowly returning to normal. "Or-or science jokes. Something."
"I really am sorry."
You shook your head, looking up at him. "It's okay. But let's focus on finding the boys."
He tightened his grip for a moment before letting go. He turned, focusing on the blank wall, confusing you as he held his hand against the wall, but looking intently at his phone's display. But instead of asking, you kept silent and watched as he moved his hand along the seamless wall slowly.
Did he have some kind of tech in his glove? Considering who he was, your guess was that it was far more advanced than the shoulder-length rubber glove it looked like. It probably was able to scan all sorts of things.
"There's too much interference," Professor Membrane growled to himself, stuffing his phone away. You despaired for a moment, maybe he hadn't been joking after all, when he pulled the glove off his arm.
Oh. Oh.
Your silence becamed stunned at his prosthetic arm. The intricate finger joints moved silently and fluidly as he searched the panel. There was a small blip of green light against the white, and the panels slid apart the reveal an electrical panel.
"Well aren't you a beauty. Look at this work, Mx Nemo. Someone put a lot of time and care into wiring this. But…" The Professor's tone shifted for awe into dubious. "These flux capacitors are overkill for a simple elevator. The energy transmitting through these rival that of Membrane Labs. Why would a convention center need this kind of energy?"
"What did our boys get into this time?" You swore softly. This was not what you had imagined when you realized the pair had wandered off. Unfortunately, it was right up their alley nevertheless.
You missed Professor Membrane's glance at your (unintentional) choice of words. "They'll be fine," he tried to assure. "Between their intelligence and tenacity, I estimate that the chances of them being grievously harmed is less than twenty-five percent."
Those were good odds, right? You tried to convince yourself it was, but that fear and worry continued to gnaw at your stomach.
Thankfully, before you could worry to much, the doors opened, revealing another long hallway, the same bright white walls lining the hallway. Professor Membrane led the way, his phone still blinking with Dib's location.
The place was a maze, with the hallways twisting and turning, each one looking the same. You would have been lost a thousand times over.
After a few twists and turns, you could hear someone speaking in a forign language, only for Zim's unmistakable laughter to abruptly interrupt.
"You idiots! You dare try to intimidate the mighty Zim?! Ha! I'm Irken's greatest invader! Bow and tremble in fear! Tremble!"
There was more chattering as you and Professor Membrane tried to hurry. He was quickly outpacing you with those long legs of his, virtually forcing you into a run.
Whatever you expected, it wasn't Professor Membrane suddenly stopping and subsequently crashing into his back. "Well, that is...quite unexpected."
You peeked around him and paled at the aight.
Were those...koalas? Six feet tall, fuzzy grey and white with large eyes that stared directly back at you. You numbly noted the futuristic armour protecting their chest and limbs as they briefly raised on their back legs and bared their teeth in a snarl.
Koalas...did not have sharp spiky teeth. Nor were they as tall as you were. Or decked out with weapons.
"Dad! Mx. Nemo!" Dib's voice cut through your astonishment. Relief swept briefly through you as you affrimed that both boys seemed unharmed.
Then the not-koalas roared something that sounded like a foreign language towards Dib and Zim. The not-Koalas pointed weapons at both the children as well as you and Professor Membrane.
"You dare call the might Zim a liar?!" Zim spat back while Dib paled slightly. Mechanical spider-like appendages unfolded from Zim's backpack, two supporting the boy into the air while the points of the other two sizzled with red electricity. "You dare threaten the mighty Zim's Tallest?!"
"Boys!" You shouted, moving towards them only to have the Professor shove you behind him, his gloves virtually disintegrating, revealing both arms were robotic prosthetics, and vibrating with white energy.
"Children, get behind me." Membrane commanded firmly.
Zim hissed, "Invaders do not hide! We destroy those before us!"
"You're not an invader anymore!" Dib argued. "You're one of us now!" Zim's response was just a sibilant hiss.
"I am so confused," you admitted from behind Membrane, peering behind him. Space Koalas. Robotic arms and spider limbs.
"I think we must be having a relapsing hallucination from memebraclets." Membrane admitted, though he sounded really doubtful.
"Yeah, I still doubt that was the real story," you said distractedly. "I never had one or was around it, and I still remember everything too clearly."
"Well, with the only other explanation would be that were actually intelligent life, and we went through multiple wormholes and possibly even a blackhole. Which is scientifically impossible."
"Aliens are real, dad!" Dib interjected loudly, gesturing to the non-koalas. "This is real! Not a crazy dream! They are here to abduct the smartest, most imaginative children to use as computers!"
"Their disgusting habits are known through the galaxy," Zim spat. "They deserve to be obliterated from exsistance."
"We were trying to convince them to leave peacefully." Dib stressed.
You were so confused. You had started looking for them expecting they had wandered off exploring or getting into trouble.
But. Aliens. So absolutely alien. The implications that this summer was real. The red sky with planets hanging heavy in the sky. The alien ships. The endless void of a black hole.
Feeling like you were being ripped apart atom by atom and compressed into an infinitely small point at the same time.
"It was real?" You whispered.
"No. No, it couldn't be real," Professor Membrane stated firmly, shaking his head. "This can't be real. It's scientifically impossible. We would have seen signs, discovered radio signals, something." There was a desperate denial in his tone as Membrane clenched his fists.
The alien-koalas made a noise that sounded like a laugh, interspersed with guttural clicks and growls. Zim snickered while Dib protested. "What?! Are you serious? All of that was a joke? You've been purposely avoiding humans?!"
"Well, to the intelligent beings of this quadrant, you aren't exactly that sharp. Playing with lesser beings is quite amusing," Zim chimed with a snicker, only adding to the confusion.
Dib had accused him at first of being an alien… but surelt not. Surely not. "No. No way." You hadn't befriended and taught an alien for that several months.
Yet it was making so much sense. The advanced knowledge, being abandoned. The technology. Dib was the son of the world's most intelligent man, but Zim…
Or was this actually a dream and that's why it was making sense? It felt so real, but didn't all dreams? You were so confused and torn, and you had the feeling Membrane next to you was just as lost judging by his stiff posture and heavy silence.
Just...just focus on what was important, and leave all those questions for later. Whether it was a dream or not, you had to focus on the here and now and worry about the implications afterwards.
"Leave them alone," you commanded with more bravery than you felt as you stepped forward, away from the protective form of Professor Membrane. You heard him whisper your name, quiet enough you were sure that it was an unintentional slip. You squared your shoulders and glared with as much authority as you could muster. "You leave those boys alone and leave this planet."
The alien-koalas growled, clicking their teeth.
"You dare threaten my Tallest!" Zim hissed, the energy at the end of his mech-spider legs flaring and threatening to fire. "You dare threaten the mighty Mx. Nemo?"
"Hallucination or not, I cannot allow harm to come to my son, his friend, or Mx. Nemo."
There was something encouraging about being flanked by a tall, broad-shouldered scientist with two mechanical arms whirring as they powered up, and a possible alien with lasers. Dib seemed to feel the same as he stepped between you and his father, looking rather stern faced as well.
Except, instead of being threatened, the alien-koalas just chittered, a mocking kind of chittering that set your nerves on edge.
The place erupted into laser fire. There was no time to think, only react. You grabbed Dib and pulled him behind the sturdy frame of his father, protecting him as best as you could. Sparks and fires erupted as energy blasts landed all around the control room.
"Get out of here!" Professor Membrane shouted. The way you came was clear, so you dragged Dib with you towards the corridor.
"Zim! Come on!" You and Dib shouted once you reached to safety of the corridor.
"Invaders don't run away!" He snarled back, zapping the control panel which burst with a shower of sparks.
"You're not an Invader, you're my student!"
That made Zim pause, and it was all the Professor needed. He fired a shot rather reminiscent of an anime character before grabbing one of Zim's robotic legs and yanked the boy off balance and towards the corridor. He tumbled, the legs retreating into his pak, and before he recovered, you plucked him off the ground, holding him as if he was half his (assumed???) age as you ran down the hall, barely aware of where you were going. All you cared about was getting away from the cacophony of explosions and making sure Dib was keeping up beside you.
Shortly, however, he too was scooped up as Professor Membrane caught up with you. "This way!" He commanded, turning a corner. "Their systems are more volatile than anticipated."
"It's possible we may have activated the self-destruct," Zim said, holding on to you while looking behind. "Or that they did, realizing they had been defeated by the mighty Zim!"
"Not sure we won this one," Dib chimed. You were inclined to agree with him, but it was taking all you have to keep with the Professor's pace while carrying Zim. Your legs and lungs burned, but you kept pushing yourself harder.
Thankfully, there was another corner and the elevator appeared. Or at least an elevator. You all but collapsed against the wall while Membrane jammed the call button.
Except the doors opened to reveal a void instead of the blinding white elevator from before. "Where's the elevator?"
"Not above us," was Professor's answer as he peered into the darkness. "And neither can I detect it below us. I'm not sure if I possess enough power to carry all of us out…"
"Get the boys out," was your automatic response. Especially as you could both hear and feel explosions and fire creeping closer. You tried not to think of what was going to happen to you, and focused on the students safety. The innocent people above. "Just--get them out. Evacuate the building."
Professor Membrane looked back at you, managing to convey his concern. "I find myself wanting to reject that idea despite the fact it's logical."
"We are not leaving you," Dib agreed with his father.
"You humans are disgustingly stupid sometimes," Zim growled as he extended his spiderlegs once more and grabbed Dib. "I trust you can at least carry Mx. Nemo?"
"I-I'm not sure about this," Dib panicked, but Zim neither gave him nor Professor Membrane time to say anything before jumping into the void, the spindly robotic legs quivering as they caught both his and Dib's weight before skittering upwards like a true spider.
"This hallucination is stranger than the last."
"God, I hope this is a crazy dream," you agreed before another explosion drew closer. This felt so real that you didn't have the courage to test out that theory.
Yet, at the same time, you weren't sure what Professor Membrane's plan was, and you were too nervous to ask.
"Right dream or not," Professor turned towards you, arms open. "Shall we?"
"Er…" was your very eloquent response as you stepped closer.
"I haven't carried anyone besides my children, so I do apologize in advance," was his response before suddenly lifting you up, one hand bracing your back and the other beneath your knees as he held you close.
Your squeak turned into a scream as he stepped into the elevator shaft, dropping sharply. There was a click and suddenly you were shooting upwards. All you could do was clutch to Professor Membrane's neck and bury your head into his shoulder, barely aware of him gripping you a little tighter in response.
After what felt like forever, the ascent slowed. You looked up and saw the faint light shining from the elevator doors that had been forcibly pried open. Emergency lights strobed, the sirens overwhelmed as by yelling and screaming in the Expo building as people hurried for the exits.
Professor Membrane set you down, though his hand quickly grasped yours as you both made your way towards where the boys were. They were hard to miss, considering Zim’s mad cackle and the Rover drove circles around them, fire erupting from one of his robotic arms.
“Really?” you panted as you reached the pair, gasping for breath. Rover stopped, the fire cutting off quickly. You weren’t even sure who your exclamation was pointed at, but Dib only gave a half hearted shrug as patted the Rover on its head.
“We didn’t know how else to evacuate everyone. They were all standing around even after we pulled the fire alarm.”
“Now they run in fear of the mighty Zim! And Dib!” Zim was quick to tack on as soon as the other boy glanced at him.
“I think this conversation would best be continued outside,” Professor Membrane interrupted before Dib could respond. The phone that had tracked Dib was now emitting a shrill alarm of its own. “This structure is highly likely to collapse from the impending seismic activity.”
The ground rumbled beneath your feet, faint at first but quickly growing until you were having to hold on to Professor Membrange to keep from falling over.
“Run!”
Dust and debris rained down as you tried to navigate your way out of the expo center, through the maze of long abandoned science projects. IF it wasn;t for the fact Professor hadn’t let go of your hand as he more or less dragged you behind him, you were sure you would have gotten lost. Though, you could faintly make out the light flashing off Zim’s robotic spider legs as he raced over the displays, and the Rover, carrying Dib, weaving through the tables like it was nothing.
The doors opened to a sunny afternoon, yet the chaos had spread outside. People were scattering everywhere, panicked screams and crying filling the air. The tremors were becoming noticible further and further away from the building, to the points cracks were forming in the pavement under your feet.
A large one in particular formed that Professor Membrane just easily strided over with his long legs, but instinct quickly stopped you in your tracks as it screamed you wouldn't make it. Your hand slipped from his and you slid to a stop, harshly landing on you butt.
The crack just kept growing larger and larger, steam, or maybe it was smoke, escaping with a hiss.
"Mx. Nemo!" All three boys called out, having quickly noted your absence. They were moments away from taking the leap themselves. That was all the encouragement you needed. You backed up a few steps before rushing forward and jumping over the gap.
And, as you feared, you didn't make it. You felt yourself fall before you could reach the other edge, just shy of brushing the jagged rock. Below you could feel heat rise from whatever was exploding below to cause the mock-earthquake.
Several somethings grabbed you from mid air, yanking you up and slamming you against the concrete on the other side before you could scream.
You blinked as Zim's spider legs retreated and the three looked down at you. "Ow."
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(9 years ago, when April and Leo had started dating)
Today April was not having a good day, her grades have been going down lately, which is horrible for her. She was about to lose last year when she had her father's kidnapping and then his mutation, she was able to save him but she ended up with low grades in quite a few subjects and they didn't look very good in her GPA. She wasn't doing as bad as her last year, but she's not doing as well either. She had just taken the first term exams and she did not do well in biology, the teacher gave a lecture to those who had not passed. But April really disliked biology after everything she had been through, she wished she had passed that horrible subject.
And when she got to the sewers she was greeted with a slice of pizza right in her face. Mikey apologized but that didn't make her day any better. She had to wash her hair in the lair.
"I'll put your clothes here, Sunflower," said her girlfriend, Leona. The redhead had some clothes in the lair just in case, she left them in the blue turtle's room.
"Thank you Leely," she replied from the other side of my curtain, using one of her nicknames for her.
When she finished she went to Donnie's laboratory to practice her powers, she was already very good at controlling them, but practicing with him had become a little routine, like their ninjitsu training.
However, for some reason she did very poorly in practice. She didn't guess several of the cards, the things she levitated didn't move where she wanted them to, or just didn't move, and she was starting to get a headache.
Donnie told her that she must be very stressed, that she will skip today's patrol and go rest. She accepted, she needed a break.
She said goodbye to the turtles. She went to her house and she took a bath again to get rid of the sewer stench and put on some pajamas. She tried to lie down and relax but she couldn't.
Thoughts that she should be doing something wouldn't leave her mind. "I should study. I should go on patrol. I should be...doing something!" She couldn't shake that feeling that she must be doing something. It was annoying. She was even more upset because she really wanted to stand up and study, she had to improve her grades... But she didn't have the strength for that, her bed was so comforting, and... She just wanted to rest.
"April," she heard her father knock on the door. "You have a visitor, it's Lee."
That woke the girl up a little, but she didn't get out of her bed. She looked at her watch, 7:40, the boys were preparing to start their patrol around that time.
"You can come in" she said and her father opened the door. He let her daughter's girlfriend inter to the room.
"If you need anything, call me" Mr. O'Neil announced before leaving.
"What happened? What about today's patrol?" She asked.
"I thought about leaving it in the hands of my siblings, I wanted to come see you" she replied. "I know you're a bit in a bad mood today, I thought we could relax together" she said nervously, they had known each other for years and anyone would think that they had been dating for a long time, but it had barely been a month since they began their relationship. Sometimes they still stuttered when speaking to each other, and asked permission to kiss the other or hold hands. Lee, above all, was not very open in physical contact, and this was her first relationship, so she was the more inexperienced of the two, and sometimes this type of situation happened where she did not know how to act.
That was something that April didn't find annoying, she appreciated that the two of them communicated so well, but she hoped that one day Leona would also be more initiative in the contact without asking her first.
"I think it sounds good... I'm tired, but I can't relax, I don't know why" she explained in a heavy sigh, the one in blue took her hand.
"We could watch a movie, one that relaxes you. And drink that grape smoothie you like"
"It sounds good, but it can't last long, I have to go to bed early" she got out of bed to go to the living room, followed by her girlfriend.
"Oh yeah? But today is Friday"
"Right... I think I forget that."
There was silence.
"Hahahaha!" Leona's laughter was heard in the room. "Come on, tonight will be just for us."
She wasn't wrong, they told her father that they were going to relax in the living room, watching movies, and Leo asked him to make the smoothie that the redhead liked.
They looked for several movies, they decided they were going to see them all.
First it was "Mamma Mia!" followed by "The Proposal", "Legally Blond" and "D.E.B.S." Everything was going very well, April was already relaxed as planned. Her father had already gone to sleep and soon they would too.
"Do you want me to take you to your room?" The turtle asked when she saw that her girlfriend was almost asleep, she answered her with a sleepy "yes" and she carried her away.
She left her on her bed and tucked her in, she would find a way to saw from the outside, she didn't want to wake April or Kirby. But her girlfriend's grip stopped her.
"Stay," she said. "Go to sleep with me"
"Ahh –..." the turtle was embarrassed and a funny blush could be seen on her face. "Are you sure?"
"Of course" the redhead moved away a little to give her space, her bed was a little big, maybe they could fit together. "I want you to be with me" she said between yawns.
Leona decided to listen to her girlfriend and placed her next to her. She was nervous, but the telepath soon hugged her arm and placed her head face up, because she knew that the one in blue was bothered by feel the breathing of others. The turtle took off her mask and placed it on the nightstand, she hesitated, but she ended up grabbing April's hands in hers, it was her way of reciprocating her hug. April knew it and she went to sleep with a smile, feeling the cold, and comfortable scales of her girlfriend.
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1. Galactic Center & Astrology
If your Natal Astrology Chart shows one or more planets located within 25° to 29° of Sagittarius, your personality is to some extent linked with the Galactic Center, and you can channel the energy of the Galactic Center in the area of life (house) that 25° to 29° of Sagittarius is linked with, in your Natal Chart.
If your Natal Astrology Chart shows no planets located within 25° to 29° of Sagittarius, look at the area of life (house) that ~27° of Sagittarius is linked with, in your Natal Chart. This area of life (house) is where to consciously direct energy toward, with presence, if you wish to tune in to and receive the energy of the Galactic Center.
When planets transit 25° to 29° of Sagittarius and form aspects to planets in your Natal Chart, you may receive intuitive downloads, spontaneous insights, or bursts of physical energy. You might experience breakthroughs, revelations, or efflorescence. It depends on the type of aspects, with which planets the aspects are made, and which areas of life (houses) are involved.
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The current position of the Galactic Centre is 27°3’ of Sagittarius, moving about 1° every 72 years. Any planet located in the last five degrees of Sagittarius can be described as ‘aligned’ with the Galactic Centre, although this term relates only to their position within the ‘field’ of the Tropical Zodiac, not taking into account the intricacies of true physical positionality, motion and velocity. (Source)
2. The Galactic Center, Our Creative Source
Interpretations, often conflicting, that astrologers are now venturing to share:
+ The house in which the Galactic Center falls in your chart (the final degrees of Sagittarius) is the area of your greatest untapped personal creativity.
+ The house in which the Galactic Center falls in your chart is the sector of your life the cosmos has assigned you to transform.
+ The Galactic Center point in a chart is where the “magic” is.
+ The Galactic Center does not affect individuals’ charts; its effects are “transpersonal” or about society as a collective.
+ People with strong astrological chart connections to the Galactic Center are often deeply religious or feel like aliens.
+ It’s a portal or star gate.
+ It doesn’t matter how or where your chart or planets are connected with the Galactic Center point; its power is available to everyone.
3. The Galactic Center in your Astrology Chart (House)
The Galactic Center in your 1st House * You personify the energy of Ascension and connect intuitively with the New Paradigm *Carry deep knowledge that you are here to do something of importance * Feel “ahead of your time” in your thinking, ideas, and concept of TRUTH * Boldly step into patterns of light; embodies Unity-Oneness
The Galactic Center in your 2nd House * You resonate with ideas of an alternate economy * Sees income vs. job done as skewed, (i.e. “why do we pay our sports heroes so much and our teachers so little?) * Have a sense that the value of “things” isn’t as important as the deeper values of relationship, oneness, inter-connectedness, love, peace
The Galactic Center in your 3rd House *You resonate with cutting edge technologies * Practice “Out-of-the-Box” thinking; for example “Quantum thinking” *Cosmic ideas that need to be shared to jump-start the creative process – think Sci-Fi *Must communicate, Writing, TV, Radio, Internet, Teaching, Speaker, Lecturer, Music
The Galactic Center in your 4th House * Builder’s of the foundation of a new paradigm * Connect past-future with new ways of being * Sees Earth as Mother and lives that ideal * Matriarchal instead of patriarchal *Honors old & young as valued world citizens * Energetically resonates with the Divine Mother
The Galactic Center in your 5th House *Involved with helping our children who already embody a new paradigm in getting heard * Creatively expresses their Will in ways that empower benevolence instead of greed *Embodies the spirit of play and having fun; being passionate guilt-free * Emboldened to take risks that are divinely guided
The Galactic Center in your 6th House * Divine healers; intuitively guided to work holistically with people instead of just treating symptoms * Creators of new systems of living organically in balance with Gaia * Servers of the new paradigm – using intuitive guidance to know their roles in bringing in the light
The Galactic Center in your 7th House * Ways of resolving conflicts peacefully in a spirit of cooperation, trust and unity * All relationships based on honest sharing and communication * Helps others see their relationships in the light * Seeks balance and harmony * Enacts win-win solutions to problems
The Galactic Center in your 8th House * Powerful transformers – wherever they go, systems, people, old or unsustainable ideas or ways of being come under pressure to change or crumble in favor of a new, profound Truth based on love, light * See death as multi-dimensional and as a rite of passage * Death is seen as a conscious choice * Not afraid to expose untruths to the Light * Sex is seen as a powerful union of two souls, not a power struggle
The Galactic Center in your 9th House * Tuned in to Spirit/Source/God and acts as a clear receiver of divine information and impulses * Citizen of the World, Cosmos, of Earth – not just one country * Thinks globally/ universally * Will be the first ones to interpret off-world communications * Tuned in and tapped into Quantum energy field
The Galactic Center in your 10th House * Stand in your own unique authority and work to help others connect to theirs * Sacred Father energy coming into balance with Sacred Mother energy * Sees time as part of a natural cycle – not just linearly * Career/Profession choice based on what is TRUE for them, free of societal, cultural or familial constraints
The Galactic Center in your 11th House * Genius put to use in humanitarian goals * Works with groups in a cooperative * Ideas of “community” appeal to you * Has a Vision and connects to it as a way to further humanity * Surprising and at times genius ideas about how to do things
The Galactic Center in your 12th House * No limits! Recognizes and works with their divine self * Helps others to connect to their divine selves * “Out of the Darkness and Into the Light” * Uses meditation and other quiet retreats to connect to their divine being * Ego dissolving
4. A Galactic Chart
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“Okay, but how high and far do you think you can throw me while I’m steeled up?” Tetsu asked curiously, legs splayed out across the grass of the training field. He and Shishida gulped down mouthfuls of vitamin-enriched water from clear bottles, sweat dripping from their brows and muscles sore from physical exertion.
Before Jurota could answer, something caught his attention, the other student adjusting his glasses as footsteps approached. A large group of 1-A students wearing gym uniforms filed onto the grounds, lead by none other than their homeroom mentor, Aizawa. Vlad King greeted him and their rival class in his usual stern fashion, motioning for 1-B to come over as well.
Inter-class training was apparently taking place again-They were to figure out clever strategies that employed each other’s Quirks and excellent teamwork was the central focus of grading. This time they’d be testing their mettle against some of the teachers.
Split up into pairs- One student from each class- Tetsu strode across the lawn to welcome his partner for the exercise. As tired as he had been earlier from fighting Shishida, seeing Todoroki’s Quirks in actions again was something he’d been looking forward to ever since their first fight.
“Yo, Todoroki!” he called out, jogging over to the other boy with a wide smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I woulda liked to have a rematch and all, but working together is cool too... So, have you come up with any new moves?”
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#ofstowaways#✧ RP THREAD#sorry this took literally forever#I'm exciteddd their last fight in the manga was so cool but also worrying#like damn boy you almost melted#anyway u r cool bye
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Rambles about songbound below woooo. The ramble may not be too well written but I'm doing my best sorry. This also does not cover everything, I have been working on this for like five years ok ok.
Ok, so first off a songbound is someone who was born with songkindism. It's a genetic disorder that causes the person to develop defects based off of songs. Defects can be physical or manifest in the form of "powers". A lot of defects are passive and are always there, but some are active and can be used and/or activated. Defects manifest at around age eleven, usually during rest, and the change is quite sudden.
There was quite a stigma around the songbound due to...society being a bitch, though the excuse was it was because they were "unstable" since the first recorded songbound died due to her defect. I dunno what to tell ya. Anyways testing for songkindism became mandatory at age eleven. Testing was much more harsh on normal kids and those with defects that weren't obvious. After testing, if a child was found to have songkindism they would be taken to a facility were they would be monitored.
While later the facilities became better places to live, when they were first instated they were not run very well as it was treated more like a military operation then...childcare. One of the first songbound to be put in a facility was Susan (later named Ambie) who was a child who could make things out of shadows. She was alone in the facility for a short while, though she did apparently have a friend named Jackie Jackson. Other children were eventually interred, the most important ones being Mr. Mustard (no one remembers his first name), Oasis, Billy, Sharon, Daymen, Julie, Nerman, and later Xenoph. (Most of the children become teachers/helpers, except for Daymen, Sharon and Julie who all have...other storylines)
At first most things among the songbound were normal. Most were too frightened to try to attack the guards or do anything escape, so they just focused on learning and living as best they could. Eventually, though, it seems someone snapped as Julie began to use to defect (when she got angry enough, she could lift people up and move them around like ragdolls.) to attack the guards. She was eventually found dead, a shriveled husk in her room.
The next time someone attempted to rebel, it was another young girl named Mayfly. Her defect was that she could make people experience the direct consequences of their actions. She was also found dead, though her body only seemed slightly drained at that time.
After a while, the overloads began happening. An overload is when someone's defect goes into overdrive, which can cause damage to themselves or others depending on what their defect is. For example, one of the people who overloaded was Cody who dropped oil from his eyes and mouth. He ended up almost drowning in his sleep. Luckily it is possible to change someone's defect, though the procedure is quite risky. It had been done before, though, so most people survived their overload, though Cody and Mia both had to be fused together to save them. Susan also overloaded, and had to be fused with a living computer, hence making them Ambie.
Anyways! The overloads were being caused by Jackie Jackson, who's defect is that she is able to change brain chemistry. It also turned out that Jackie was just a character that had been created by Gemma, a girl who could create up to ten people whom she could control to a small extent. At this point, she wasn't in the highest command, though. She was possessed by Aishite. Do you remember Melanie from the top of this ramble? Yeah she died then possessed her necklace. She had been possessing other girls in order to both feel in control of something, and to try to free the songbound. She still wasn't...the best. In the end Gemma was able to free herself and her creations.
There were also forces on the outside trying to help, mainly the Songbound Liberation Association Radio Station (or S.L.A.R.S. for short) who would try to explain what was really going on.
Yeah that's all, for now! I may write more later!
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My Personal Ethic
This course may be my favorite that I have taken thus far during my university degree. I have had so many “ah ha” moments where things just clicked in my mind. I find myself talking to others about the things I am learning in this course. Everywhere I go now I look for interpretation. Whether it’s on a sign, a plaque or even a picture; interpretation is everywhere. I have always been the individual to stop and read the signs at parks or trails, and enjoy the animal shows at conservation areas. While my siblings only wanted to run around and play, I was enthralled in the information that was surrounding me. I have constantly mentioned throughout my blog that I feel at home in nature. Taking this course, I now know and have a better understanding of why I have this sense of home. I have been able to make connections to so many places I have already seen and new places I plan to go.
I believe that it is beneficial for every individual to take part in some kind of nature. Not only is it good for their health, it is also good for our environment. It was stated in the text that "interpretive activities contribute to the physical, mental, social, and spiritual health of park visitors" (Beck et al., 2018. p. 54). If I as a nature interpreter do my job right, I will give people facts and a non-forgettable experience that will in turn make them care more about the future and how to maintain the outdoors (Beck et al., 2018. p. 54). If everyone starts to see Earth as something more than just ground we walk on and air we breathe they will begin to respect and care for it more. To share information, I have to get to know my groups and figure out what they will be most interested in knowing and making connections with (Beck et al., 2018. p. 54).
Nature has to be a safe space for everyone. There are many groups who do not feel that they have access to nature. There should be a greater focus on including groups that tend to stay away from nature interpretation. Providing a more inclusive environment should include eliminating economic, cultural, and communicational barriers (Beck et al., 2018. p. 133). If more nature programs are promoted in areas that minorities or people with disabilities, it may help eliminate the lack of knowledge and fear that surrounds nature interpretation (Beck et al., 2018. p. 133). It is my responsibility to unpack my invisible knapsack and to realize that I am privileged being a young, white able woman (Gallavan, N. P., 2005). Keeping this in mind I am able to realize that enjoying nature is not as easy for some as others.
I believe that nature can be dangerous and that there are risks around every corner. As a nature interpreter, I consider it my job to weigh the risks and to keep our groups safe to the best of our abilities. This may require changing plans and cutting trips short like in Amanda Hooykaas’ example in week three’s “risk vs reward” content (2023). When an interpreter does not do their job correctly and does not weigh the risks properly, it can lead to tragedies. A key example of this was the 12 students and 1 teacher who died when their canoe capsized in lake Timiskaming. The teachers leading the trip did not take note of the alarming number of signs hinting at them not to continue on their trip (The Globe and Mail, 1978, p.1). The lake was very cold as was the temperature of the air and it was a windy day with forecasted storms. The group of boys were not experienced in canoeing. (The Globe and Mail, 1978, p.1). Although there are times when a risk is worth the reward this day was not one of them.
As much as I loved this course and believe that nature interpretation is important, I do not see myself as the interpreter to lead groups on walks or in a presentation. I would not fully be comfortable standing in front of a group of people and holding their attention for a long period of time. I do not like being the center of attention and being a leader in a group setting. An interpreter needs to be energetic, knowledgeable and passionate about what they are interpreting.
I have however enjoyed writing these blogs weekly and sharing my opinion with the class from the comfort of my computer. I am passionate, enthusiastic and knowledgeable about nature and I have lots of stories and information to share. At the beginning of this course I thought that my blog posts may be lack luster and not very entertaining. Others may think that is the case, but I have been impressed with myself and how creative I have become while expressing my feelings. I believe that using the internet for interpretation has just as strong in making a difference in people’s lives. If I can grab and hold the attention of the people who are already scrolling on the internet, I believe this is great way to spread a message to lots of people (Beck et al., 2018. p. 167).
References
Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Chapter 8: Interpreting to the Masses. In Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World (1st ed., pp. 165-184). SAGAMORE Publishing.
Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Chapter 7: Serving Diverse Audiences. In Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World (1st ed., pp. 127-161). SAGAMORE Publishing.
Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Chapter 3: Values to Individuals and Society. In Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World (1st ed., pp. 41-58). SAGAMORE Publishing.
Hooykaas, A. (2023, March 25). Unit Three: Risk versus Reward in Interpretation. University of Guelph Courselink. https://courselink.uoguelph.ca/d2l/le/content/791355/Home
Gallavan, N. P. (2005). Helping teachers unpack their “invisible knapsacks”. Multicultural Education, Vol. 13 (1), https://link.gale.com/apps/doc/A137921591/AONE?u=guel77241&sid=bookmark-AONE&xid=9fe2f151
The Globe and Mail (1978, June). Parents pray while waiting for names 12 boys, teacher drown on canoe trip 18 survivors due out today. The Globe and Mail, p. 1.
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