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aaronofithaca05 · 9 months ago

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What the actual f??!! Why´s giving Ancient Aliens??? Like what????.

I apologize in advance for my grammar, use of slang and innacuracies, feel free to criticize and educated me, I´m just a man.

First you´re telling that he is from the sorry what date 7500-5000 BC, woah my man is Meso-Neolithical?.

I´m not a history expert, but didn´t Homer and the ones before him, said it take place in Mycanean Greece (it´s a new term and something the wouldn´t have called themselves, heck greecks called themselves Helenes, so yeah..), also Troy having been found and not been mythical, like how a "greek" ship with a plethora of man, don´t notice passing through Gibraltar or the Pillars of Hercules, pasing Gadir or the lake that used to be the Guadalquivir´s delta, noting the climate change around Portugal´s coastline and the strenght of the westerlies and currents patterns, like they are sesoned men of the sea or atleast they would knowing the time the stayed at sea; also the Baltic used to freeze along the shores in some parts????, why THAT isn´t mentioned in the Odyssey?? It´s a central part of navegation having free ice water and deep ports.

You could rebuttal that maybe it was localized for the audience, but Troy´s existance, the conspicous absence of ice, of northern food, nor tactics nor contact with people of the region, like it would have described atleast a clear distinction in people´s appearence and coustoms opposite to that of Eastern and Levant societies. Seems so fishy but as stated up I´m not an history expert nor I have a deep knowledge of baltic societies nor seafaring techniques, only I can skim the surface, so if a kind a soul has the sufficient time to correct me feel free as I´M NOT AN EXPERT nor is my normal comfort zone (ancient mediterranean world, spanish biogeography, coustoms, etc.. botany and recreational sailing and ocean realms and a little more...).

I want to unalive myself so badly, like the staments are shitty in the least and down bad lies.

I will dissect it to the best of my abilities:

Ulysses would have frozen to death at Troy. Our hero’s host, Eumaeus the swineherd, hears the story and gets the hint: He loans Ulysses a cloak, because again, the night is freezing cold.

First we use the Roman name of Odysseus: Ulysses, great start :D

Second, in the Mediterranean temperatures can be absolutuly chilly, DANAS or cold drops around autumm (mostly), can and will make it snow and drop tempetures to the 5ºC or less in the coast, also if we attend to the supposed placement of Ithaca in the Ionian sea, it snows in the mountains peaks of Cephalonia, (Κεφαλονιά) that is in the middle of the sea.

Troy in the other hand is in Anatolia, looking it up in Wikipedia (I know is not the best source but is what is it) January minimum temperatures stays around 9 to 5 ºC, (Chilly nights for sure).Having a Csa (Temperate hot summer dry climate =mediterranean) doesn´t mean winters can´t be chilly. Here where I live I bordered a desertic climate with terrible summers with highs normally around 36ºC, and a little bit more inland it snows all years, and I´m in south Spain a little bit more south than Greece and Turkey which have milder climates than I.

numerous climate anomalies in Homer’s works, for example cool, foggy weather and snow dusting the shields of the warriors

I have said this before, it can snow in winter, not common but not unheard of. Also we're refering to a time global temperatures where colder and wetter, there are sites that were built to conserve ice in places where it rarelly snows now, like "neveros" in Spain scattered around the Mediterranean arc

various geographic discrepancies, such as references to the “wide Hellespont,” which would fit better with the broad Gulf of Finland

I don´t get the comparassion, the Hellespont ( The sea of Helle) was crucial in the Illiad, it´s located right after Troy, connecting it with the sea of Marmara and with the Exinus Pontus or as we call it the Black sea.

several topographic correspondences — for example, Troy could be the southern Finnish town of Toijala, Chios the Estonian island of Hiiumaa, and Pylene the northern German town of Plön.

Don´t know how similar they are or if they have something that could be related to them, like all those cities are basically minor, except Troy, but Mykene, Pylos and the ones before have there real part

reports of fighting at night, which would be possible thanks to long summer days in northern latitudes

Hello!!, here we have that two also, have you not heard of full moon nights?, like you can see almost everything and with torches the merrier. Also our nights around June´s solstice are like 9 hours?.

the boats in the Odyssey having two prows so they can be pointed in either direction, just like typical Viking longships

I´m not getting myself to deep with this one , because i don´t know ancient seafering to that degree.

From these fragments, Vinci extrapolates a grand narrative, which goes something like this: During the Holocene Climate Optimum, from roughly 7500 to 5500 BC, northern Europe was much warmer than it is now, generated rich harvests, and hosted a vibrant, proto-Greek Bronze Age civilization.

Greek culture stems from the Indo-european and native Acheans, second the Bronze age spans from 3300 BC to 1200 BC. Mykeanean Greece spanning the period from approximately 1750 to 1050 BC, timelines don´t mixed at all with information provided. Also it doesn´t alligned at all with migration patters nor genetical information.

Climate-wise was at least 6ºC warmer in winter than it is today so not that much, also at page 14 is a graph with samples from the Scandinavian peninsula of that era, and temperatures where still kind of chilly

When the climate cooled, that civilization migrated south, to Greece. This would be the so-called Dorian invasion, with newcomers from the north taking over from the pre-classical inhabitants of Greece. Those Dorians brought from the north their culture, including northern original place names that were recycled for use in the eastern Mediterranean, as well as the orally transmitted epics that would be refashioned into the Iliad and Odyssey.

Oh God, please not this, the Dorian invasion is an hypothetical that was created to explain the radical change of culture of the greek world between Bronze age and Archaic periods, 1050-700 BC, The Climatic Optimmum ended in 5500 BC. These "dorians" would be ancient in comparison to Cycladics, Minoans and Mykeneans.

If that’s true, the Trojan War was a Nordic conflict and the Odyssey was a Baltic adventure. Vinci obliges, by matching key places in the epic stories to locations in northern Europe. As the map shows, the “ringing plains of Troy” would have been situated in southern Finland.

Troy (Illium) has been found in modern day Turkey, the plains could be the stratums, because Troy is super ancient

And it’s not just that starting point of the Odyssey that is outlandish; the other stops along the way are equally strange. Vinci identifies the location of the Greek city of Thebes with that of the Swedish capital of Stockholm. Hellas — the classical name for Greece — is in Estonia, while northern Poland is Egypt (and the location of the Egyptian city of Thebes).

Illustrious Athens once stood where the southern Swedish town of Karlskrona now rears its roofs: charming and baroque, but definitely less grand and much more recent. Copenhagen is Mycenae, while Ogygia, the island where the nymph Calpyso held Ulysses captive for seven years, is one of the Faroe Islands.

How you assign Baltic regions to Greek regions that are real, traceble and having well funded history, to places that mostly started to get big and change from villages around AC, LIKE WHAT THE HELL?

Yeah an island with eternal spring in the north, better tell me he ended up in Tenerife and was ordering mojo picón,hahaha. But being serious, if it was stated to be above the freezing line and was quite cold and damp even summer, I could buy it, but no. The idea of Claypso island being the Faroes is baffling, they started to be inhabited by the 500 AC if we are being early.

Vinci spins a fantastic tale, but does any of it hold water? There is very little archaeological evidence of a highly developed Bronze Age civilization in the Baltic region during the time that would fit his story. And the evidence he presents is cherry-picked, often ignoring clues to the contrary. In the words of one critic, Vinci “uses faint indicators to draw enormous conclusions, and hides or is blind to contradicting evidence,” in the manner of many popular books about UFOs, mermaids, or Atlantis.

Even the article says it could not be real, and the evidence showned it´s so vague, like why don´t you acknowledge that in advance!!!???? He does not use "faint indicators", he does not even get the chronological order to be even remotely plausible.

The article then lists a bunch of authors and one of them cites Cádiz as Ithaca, Cambridge as Troy and another the Azores island as Ithaca,

The Azores island where unhibited before 100 BC OR 0 AC

https://web.archive.org/web/20110514153752/http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/ultima-hora/monumentos-funerarios-descobertos-nos-acores.

As this has come to a close, my rage has been extinguished, now the bed awaits for me, my fingers and eyes tire.

These have been the two most infuriating hours of 2024.

Thanks so much for reading it and hope you enjoyed my rumble :D

It has been a pleasure

Aaron of Ithaca

Insanity. Pure delusion.

They love putting him through situations even after death. He just can't get any rest can he

#sorry for my grammar #The actual f #what´s going on people's mind????#The Odyssey #Let him alone #chilling in his sunny Ithaca #he has gone trought so much #like leave him in peace #Homer #Baltic Odyssey????????????#shitpost turned into a letting my burned brain write #sleep deprived #aaron tedtalks #In the mediterranean it can fxxxxxxx snow!!!

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patereuropae · 4 years ago

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@malvidia replied ; SIX FOUR ????????

YES!! JUST LOOK AT DEM BONES! IT´S SO COOL!

It was scientists who took over from the emperors and kings. In 1861, Charlemagne’s remains were exhumed again so they could be studied. His skeleton was reconstructed and a very generous estimate (1.92 meters, or 6’4″) made of his height. In 1988, scientists exhumed his remains one more time, this time in secret. This study covered the bones in the reliquaries as well, a total of 94 bones and bone fragments, and they spent years meticulously examining and testing the collection. On Wednesday, January 28th, the 1200th anniversary of Charlemagne’s death, the results of the research were announced.

One of the scientists studying the remains, Professor Frank Rühli, said: “Thanks to the results from 1988 up until today, we can say with great likelihood that we are dealing with the skeleton of Charlemagne.”

From studying the dimensions of the upper arm, thigh and shin bones, scientists have built up a picture of the man behind the skeleton, and it matches descriptions of Charlemagne.

At 1.84 metres (six feet), he was unusually tall for his time. The team also estimated his weight at around 78 kilograms, giving him a slim body mass index of around 23.

Source !

#isn´t history so cool??#;ooc #ooc #;about #about #/if you click on ´dem bones´ you´ll see a pic with the real ones!#malvidia

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isagrimorie · 4 years ago

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Spyfall 2

Commentators: Jodie Whittaker, Sylvie Briggs (Ada Lovelace), Chris Chibnall

Much like the Doctor doesn't like being alone, Jodie also isn't keen on doing scenes alone.

Chibnall actually did consult with his brother in law, who is very knowledgeable in aviation, about landing planes without a cockpit. And it is possible to do so remotely, people will be surprised how a lot of modern planes are actually flown by a computer. I'm not surprised, my dad's a pilot and he told me a lot of modern aircraft are actually flown more by the computers than the pilots. It's a two edged sword tho because then the pilot becomes too over reliant on the autopilot, and that's when accidents happen.

The scene with Ada and Thirteen meeting in the Kasaavin dimension was actually Sylvie's (Ada Lovelace) final day. Her first day was waking up in 'Paris' with Thirteen.

Interesting comment about how the Doctor's rhythm and speech changed dictated by the period of time she's in. It's modern but enough to sound period.

The hall the Doctor and Ada are in is a school, the dining hall.

The Master and his Top Hat! Jodie and Sylvie are both admiring how Sacha commanded the room and how genuinely terrifying he was. 'He (Sacha) rehearses in a way physically you kinda know what he's gonna do but emotionally its different.'

Jodie: "We're the same height, well you can see it 'cause we are but what is really ace is bein' able to eyeball somebody, because very often when you have a standoff with someone there's usually one's looking up, one's looking down or whatever but to be absolutely--"

Sylvie: "Because that changes the power dynamic."

Jodie: "Yeah."

Chibnall: "I never clocked that."

[snip]

Chibnall: "But I wonder if that's what makes it feels so much like your Master, your antagonist, your nemesis. It's like... that's interesting about the eyeline."

Jodie: "Cause in the scene obviously with Lenny outside like this (does something we can't see) and I like doing that thing of scrunching up and kind of, y'know, I suppose the.. doing that thing that kids do headstrong where the body leans forward. But with this two its (growls)."

Chibnall was uncertain about writing the kneel scene, Jodie agrees and didn't like it, Sylvie mentions that it feels epic to her. Chibnall:"There's something about your perfromances that makes it feel epic. But it's just that two-hander."

In the kneel scene, when they were filming, to keep the secret of the Master's identity, Jodie called Sacha 'Myka' instead of Master.

Jodie: "I like my bowtie." Chibnall: "Are you angling for the return of the bowtie?"

Jodie: "Every set, I try to knick something." LOL.

I love how Jodie compliments Sylvie, and I agree she fits the era very well. And an instance where costume (corset especially), and the hair all tied back helps get into character.

Ada really had episodes of paralysis, and one of the jumping off points for Chibnall's story.

Sylvie and Jodie comment on how lovely it was to have scenes with three women and not about 'Hey three women! Let's talk about being women! It's (their gender) is absolutely irrelevant to it but it is really lovely to have just three women. The kind of craziness Doctor Who brings with Ada in period clothes, the Doctor in a tux, and Noor in her period appropriate clothes.

They go on to discuss the Master's SS uniform and how it makes them (Sacha included) shudder because of what the uniform represented. And it's more of a reflection of the Master because he just treats wearing the SS uniform as a dress up without accounting for the implications and history of it. An alien tourist playing dress-up. [ED: I think the optics of this is still problematic I think it's something we need to acknowledge..]

There really was a point where Jodie and Sylvie were under the floor boards with people walking above them, and they held each other's hands because that experience was awful. On page it was very cool, but in execution. (Ed: I love that scene the whole way where there's a tense standoff between Noor and the soldiers, and the Master. And the steeliness of Noor just staring them down even with the soldier strafing the floor.) Chibnall wants several films with Noor Inayat Khan.

OMG. There was a point in the shoot where the Doctor was supposed to speak in perfect French, and Jodie joked that she already didn't speak English very well, and so she practiced speaking her line just to get the accent perfect... only for it to be cut for time. I WANT DELETED SCENES NOW.

Scanning through the Spyfall 2 script there's no mention of the scene where the Doctor speaks in French which really just confirms my suspicion that the scripts are not the shooting scripts, or at least the copies the actors use.

So, Chibnall gave the production several possible locations hoping to bring the budget to manageable scale and then he started writing and he got to the scene where the Doctor and Master spoke and the Master asked where they'd meet and then the Doctor answered; "Where d'you think?"

And Chibnall goes: "Oh they've got to meet in the Eiffel Tower. Production is going to kill me!"

Also, by this it confirms to me that Chibnall, like all of the showrunners is a Doctor/Master shipper, which I should've known already because Jack and Captain John were very much Doctor/Master lite.

Jodie loves doing duologues and is hoping for more two handers in the future, and Chibnall is taking note of that. Two handers where the other person has more of the dialogue... LOL. I guess Jodie really loved The Timeless Children.

[ED: Ada and Noor were such good companions. I want a historical companion for Thirteen next please. Thirteen, Yaz, and a historical Companion!]

Sylvie is so fascinated with the Doctor and Master's relationship, about how complicated it is.

One of the advises RTD gave Chibnall is that 'you can save anything in a line.' LOL. Apparently some of the Master's trauma across 77 years involved tailoring.

Jodie comments on how exciting it is being involved in the costuming, between herself and Sacha, they get to build their Doctors and Master's look and shape them. Also Jodie really loves cropped pants.

Jodie and Sylvie love the power walk, the big iconic, backlit smoke walk. The Big Exposition speech.

The scene where the Master arrives in Kasaavin dimension, same day filming for Jodie, and Sylvie too.

Jodie loves all the engineering and carpentry work, and any practical work.

They did do a shoot where they moved forward to a scene where Noor died, but in the edit found a better ending in the one that was broadcasted, and IMO, that was the right choice. Chibnall wants it more that Doctor Who will inspire people to read up more on Noor Inayat Khan and same Ada.

Chibnall didn't want to rob Ada of her agency, that the Doctor helped her discover computers or suggest that she didn't come up with it, everything Ada did she came up with herself.

The scene where Thirteen is alone and contemplating what happened to Gallifrey, Jodie comments how this was one of the few times where she's just very still.

Chibnall: "This is second series Thirteen, the place you take a character once you've done the first act, done in the beginning of your Doctor's second act."

Jodie and Sacha made sure that they're there in person for the scene in the TARDIS because having a stand-in would change the energy and performance of the scene.

Chibnall: "That performance from Sacha, the layer he brings to the Master there, of emotional truth and pain is so fantastic. It's a gift for a writer, and opens up the Master as well. And opens up your Doctor, I think, the trauma's so personal."

Hang on. Chibnall: "Is that the first appearance of the jumper? [ snip] They've come in this second series, its the first jumper. Little tiny changes you and Ray figure out." Are they implying there were more Doctor wearing only her long sleeve jumper we didn't get to see???

Chibnall: "And you got your Doctor theme but also it's the first time you [speaking to Jodie], it's interesting, I deliberately kept them back in the first series so that when you say them here, it's like you're saying 'Gallifrey', 'Kasterborous', 'Master for the first time."

Jodie: But its good that it ends with a: [using the same steely, angry voice]: 'Questions?' Like: 'Back to business, c'mon.'

Chibnall: (watching Thirteen's face subtly change when Yaz asked if they can visit, and it changes from a broken void to a forced smile). "Ohhhh. Why won't you tell them?" (LOL a writer asking his character.)

#doctor who #liveblogging commentary #dw series 12 #thirteenth doctor #the master #ada lovelace #jodie whittaker #chris chibnall #dhawan!master #best enemies

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years ago

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Light me up

Word count: 2,405

Pairing: Kuroo x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of mental health issues

Summary: Kuroo and Bokuto just moved into their new apartment, what happens when you, the singer of his favorite band he has a crush on, not only move in next door, but also attend the same college?

Mini Playlist: Don´t cross my path - Dollskin

Fake your death - My Chemical Romance

I beg to differ - Billy Talent

A/N: Title is inspired by the album of the same title by The Pretty Reckless. The vibe fits.

You were excited to move into the apartment building with your friends and band members. Starting college was always a dread to you, you despised the idea of dorms, you didn´t want to be roomed with people you didn´t even know and it would be such a drag to practice and go to the studio too. Luckily you somehow got a cheap apartment near campus.

Your band wasn´t that popular, but you played some gigs a bars and your social media presence and following wasn´t too much so that you´d still count as an underground band. You never wanted to become famous, seriously, it all started when you shared your music on YouTube.

People liked it and you took it serious, saving up to record an album. It was really nice being able and having the time to follow your dreams and ambitions like that.

Currently you were busy carrying the boxes up the staircase, your families lent you a big van and everything fit in there, you would need help moving the furniture though.

“Bro, we have new neighbors!” Bokuto exclaimed, looking at Kuroo with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

The latter was busy sorting his textbooks and barely looked up at him.

“Oh yeah?” he absently feigned interest while thinking about how many minutes he needed to plan in for the way to his faculty.

“Yeah! Come on, let´s help them carry their stuff!” he tugged at Kuroo´s shirt and he groaned, getting up reluctantly.

He decided that he´d get up thirty minutes earlier just in case, he didn´t want to be late.

The two got out of their apartment which was right across yours.

Kuroo´s eyes went wide as he caught a glimpse of you, this couldn´t be… this had to be a dream.

“Yo, that´s (Y/N) from (Y/B/N)” he hushed quietly, not believing his eyes.

“That singer you have a crush on?” Bokuto asked, Kuroo never shut up about you and introduced your music to his best friend.

Kuroo nodded and thought way too much about what that all meant.

“All the more reason to help them!” Bokuto announced, walking over to your apartment full of confidence while Kuroo followed with a heart that was beating way too fast, he could swear he´d pass out any moment.

“Hey! You´re new here right? We´re your neighbors and thought you could use some help, can we help you carry your stuff?” he beamed while Kuroo looked at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he ever saw.

“Uh, alright” you said, he sure was straight forward but you really could use the help.

“Thanks for the offer, we were just thinking about how the hell we were gonna get the furniture up here” you thanked him and smiled slightly.

“I´m Bokuto by the way, this is Kuroo!” he introduced the two and you nodded, smiling as you introduced yourself and your friends.

Kuroo swore the moment your eyes landed on him was the moment his heart stopped beating.

Bokuto was quick to the task and carried up the boxes like a champ, he made conversation about what classes you were taking, Kuroo would have the same history class as you which filled him with dread and excitement at the same time, Bokuto also proudly told you about the fact that they both were on the volleyball team and how anxious they were before the letter of affirmation came in. Then he told you about their friendship, how they met and all that.

It was nice, they seemed like cool guys, though Kuroo didn´t really say much, but maybe he was just shy.

Right now Kuroo was handed your guitar by your friend and was so scared that he´d drop it, he carried it upstairs with the utmost care.

Bokuto noticed that his friend had trouble approaching you, as always when it came to new people. But this was different. With normal new people he could still make small talk while being uncomfortable, especially with Bokuto around he usually opened up pretty quickly.

Though, the whole situation with him having a crush on you made that harder for him, so Bokuto noticed. Kuroo didn´t even look at you, he could see how anxious and jumpy he was.

“Hey, you have a lot of instruments and amps and stuff, are you in a band or something?” Bokuto asked and Kuroo wanted to sink into the ground, he didn´t like the direction this was going in at all.

“Yeah actually, we´re (Y/B/N). I don´t know if you´ve heard of us” you nonchalantly said.

“Oh that´s so cool! Hey, Kuroo, isn´t that the band you always talk about?” he beamed.

No. Oh no. He didn´t. That fucker, he knew how bad he was at making conversation. Especially now, he didn´t want to make a fool out of himself.

Bokuto only meant well, he knew that, but still. That was a dick move.

He felt like a deer in headlights, you were looking at him, actually looking, awaiting his answer.

“Um… yeah… I really like your music actually. It helps a lot” god, that sounded stupid, way to go, Kuroo.

“I mean it´s just very touching, you know? And I don´t know… it´s just every time I listen to it, I feel less alone. Not that I´m alone, I mean I have my friends… But still, your music is just very… special to me. And your… your voice is amazing” that did not help at all, why didn´t anyone stop him? Bokuto knew that he had a bad habit of rambling when he was nervous, so why did he let him embarrass himself like that? Especially in front of you.

You probably thought of him as a crazy fan now, well, to be fair, he was. He was borderline obsessed with your music and your social media posts always made him laugh, he felt so close to you whenever he watched your YouTube videos, hell, he knew how to play your songs on his guitar because he watched your tutorials that much. He even started playing guitar just because of you, because you said you did it because it was therapeutic, because it helped you calm down and focus and fuck, he understood. For him it was the same.

Kuroo wasn´t always in a good head space, in fact he seldom was. Not many people knew that, he was always scared to tell anyone because being mentally not okay was frowned upon by many people. Your music always made him feel safe, understood and listened to.

It was his safe space and for him sharing that with Bokuto deepened their friendship immensely, because it was like sharing a deep secret, a part of himself that he couldn´t put into words, but you could. And you did it so beautifully.

Yeah it was silly, but Kuroo always thought about how your first meeting would go if he ever had the chance to.

Never in a million years did he think that you´d end up being neighbors and in the same history class at that.

And of course he had to make an embarrassing first impression. Great job.

You looked at him in awe, nobody ever complimented your music like that, nobody ever really gave a shit.

“Thanks, that means a lot. I mean, we were just kids playing around in our garage, really. And one day we said fuck it, let´s record it, what could go wrong? It´s amazing really, this platform we have, this opportunity to speak our minds. To be honest I never really thought we could have that much of an impact on someone, so really, this means the world to us” you smiled.

That was the icebreaker for Kuroo, you two talked a lot about your musical influences, you noticed that you liked the same bands too, then he told you how he discovered you and overall you thought he was really down to earth and just nice to be around.

After the two of them helped you move in, you agreed that you´d definitely need to hang out more often.

And you did. The first time you were in their apartment you and Kuroo had a project to work on, you made a pretty great team and finished it rather quickly, so he showed you around a bit.

Their apartment wasn´t as messy as you thought it would be, but then again, Kuroo did mention that Bokuto was a stress cleaner.

When you got to his room, you talked about how you two got into playing instruments and got to know each other better.

It was easy to talk to him, not at all awkward which you appreciated and you found yourself in his company more often that not, you practically knew his apartment better than yours.

Often you´d catch him practicing on his guitar, humming along to the melodies in his head and scribbling down notes, too caught up into it to notice you.

He always looked so peaceful doing this, so calm and you couldn´t disrupt that, so you just waited for him and smiled to yourself.

“Have you ever thought about being in a band?” you asked one day when you were sitting on the couch and watching some movie long forgotten.

“Yeah, but I don´t think it´s for me. I mean, first of all I´m not good enough to play anyways. And also I wouldn´t like playing publicly, I´d get too anxious” he answered, it wasn´t as if the thought never crossed his mind.

In fact it did more often than he liked, but he knew that he would never make it. He preferred being on the sidelines, watching you.

He enjoyed it more than the inevitable stage fright, he liked playing his guitar in his room with Bokuto humming along.

“I think you´re pretty good” you mentioned, only having picked up bits and pieces from his playing, but what you heard convinced you thoroughly. You wanted to hear more, but that wasn´t really because you wanted Kuroo to be a musician, you just wanted to watch him play.

Something about the thought of Kuroo playing something on his guitar for you made your heart flutter and your face heat up.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Do you need help setting up later?” Bokuto announced his presence after getting groceries.

He closed the door behind him before he put away the groceries and joined you two.

“I´d appreciate it a lot, but only if you´re free” you answered.

It was nice that the two helped you and your band carry your stuff and set it all up, yet you couldn´t help but feel guilty.

After all they were busy too.

“I have nothing to do, so… Kuroo, you in too?” he asked to which Kuroo nodded way too fast.

He used every opportunity he could to spend more time with you, he felt like a desperate groupie.

But then again, you were so much more to him than the singer of his favorite band now.

“Amazing, you guys are the best! I´ll treat you to dinner, okay?” you smiled.

“Hell yeah!” Bokuto exclaimed, his eyes sparkling at the thought of his favorite food.

In the evening you and your band got ready, already packing together the stuff you´d need later, before picking up Kuroo and Bokuto.

Kuroo´s breath stopped for an instance when he laid eyes on you…

“You look great” he said without thinking about it, immediately regretting it and averting his eyes.

Bokuto was quite proud that he had the guts to give you a compliment and patted his back in sympathy.

“Thanks, you too” you felt your heart race as warmth spread throughout your body, you couldn´t stop smiling on the whole way to the location.

You started setting up with your band and with the help of Kuroo and Bokuto you finished relatively quickly.

“Thanks for your help!” you said, reminding them to meet you after the show to take them out for dinner.

Bokuto told you that it wasn´t a problem and pulled Kuroo to the side with him.

“So, did you tell them you liked them already?” he confronted him.

Right after you moved in, Kuroo was adamant on telling you how he felt, but every time he even thought about it, he´d freeze up completely.

He shook his head in defeat, sighing.

“It´s alright, now´s your chance” Bokuto turned him around so that he could see you where you sat alone on the stage.

“What? No! Not right now, that´s too soon… I didn´t even prepare what I wanna say” he panicked, Kuroo couldn´t do spontaneous, if he didn´t have time to prepare, he got anxious.

“Come on, there´s no one around, it´s the perfect time. You got this” Bokuto tried to motivate him which worked decently enough.

“Will you stop pestering me if I do it?” Kuroo groaned, already feeling embarrassed.

“Maybe” Bokuto grinned, but that was enough for Kuroo.

You´d say no anyway and he could brush it off as some stupid dare, yeah, that sounded plausible.

So, with the last remaining bit of bravery, he made his way to you.

Your face lit up as you saw him approaching, you wondered what you wanted.

“I can´t wait for the show, I´m really excited” he said to start the conversation.

“That means a lot, thanks again for helping us set up” you smiled at him.

“Ah, don´t mention it, it was nothing” he returned the smile and then took a deep breath.

“Um, actually I wanted to talk to you about something before the show starts…” he started, you looked at him curiously.

“I wanted to ask you this for a while actually, and um, it´s completely okay if you say no or don´t wanna hang out with me anymore, I understand… but uh, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime?” he stumbled over his words quite a bit but overall Kuroo was glad he finally asked you, he felt good and kind of relieved.

You were still processing his words, trying to figure out whether he had meant it or not, though, by the look on his face, he was serious.

“I´d love that” you gave him a warm smile and watched his face light up with happiness.

“Really? That´s amazing!” he couldn´t stop smiling and turned around to Bokuto who was giving him thumbs up.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo oneshot #kuroo scenario #hq #hq imagine #hq oneshot #hq scenario #hq kuroo #dangerous

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seapandora · 4 years ago

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Commemoration｜ One-shot

Steve x female!Reader

A/N: This set out to be a fic losly based on the song Daddy Issues, but it just didn’t really fit in or work out so this is a different story than the one I had planned. However, it discusses heavy objects so if you are triggered by any of the warnisng please don’t feel like you have to read it, or if you decide to, please be careful. Enjoy! Please reblog and like if you liked this short one-shot. GIF-cred to owner.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death of parents (hints of suicide), mentions of war and death, sad, fluff, (please feel free to tell me if I missed any)

Summary: Y/N and Steve are so unlike each other. He´s a superhero, she´s the neighbourhood librarian. One thing they have in common is the loss of their fathers before either of them were born, maybe they can connect over that.

Words: 1904

~Keep reading~

The library was Steves´ newest favorite place. He had been reading up on history and also the big reads of the 1900s. Mostly he just borrowed the books and took them back home, but sometimes he would take his due time and sit in the library and read.

It wasn’t a huge library, just one floor with cramped sections of books. One of the best things had to be the little coffee machine that had been installed a few weeks ago. When it came in Steve had decided to spend more time in the library instead of at home.

The cute librarian made it easier to stay as well. She was silent, but always happy to help him to a new book or new genre. Her latest recommendation had been Lord Of The Rings, a series he had already read. However, he had humored her and reread it considering she talked about the books with so much passion and love.

Steve was the only one of the former avengers who had found the library, or at least he hoped so. It was his little corner of the world. This particular Monday morning had been hard. He had been reading some letters his father had sent to his mother during world war 1.

His father had died before his birth, and Steve was sad that he had never gotten to meet the man, and he kept wondering how different his life would be if he had. His mother had done well raising him on her own but he had often noticed how she would read the letters he had held this morning.

He kept his eye on the librarian the whole morning, which was crazy. He didn’t even know her name, but the way she rearranged her books and cleaned up the sections was a welcomed habit to watch. It was consistent. Steve felt comfort in it is the same movement every time he came to visit.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice the man who had been visiting her library in the past few months. No one could miss him. He towered over most people and could barely fit through the old door that leads into the little library. He also happened to be a famous super-soldier, one of two, so it was hard to miss him.

She hadn´t said much to him. The usual hello every time he came by, asking if he wanted coffee or help to pick a new book, but she had never actually introduced herself, and he hadn´t asked her about herself either.

Steve wasn’t usually a very observant person. Bucky would claim he was the most oblivious man he knew, but Steve wouldn’t take it that far. Especially not when it came to people he had come to care about. The librarian was one of them. She was looking quite down this Monday, and instead of her normally let down hair she had it in a messy bun and she was wearing headphones, which was very much out of character for her.

He frowned at her behavior and, against his better judgment, decided to walk up to her. He tapped her on the shoulder gently as to not scare her, which failed, resulting in Y/N jumping a bit and dropping the books she had in her arms. “I´m so sorry,” Steve quickly said and began to pick up the books.

Y/N had pulled off her headphones and looked fairly irritated with being scared, which Steve could understand. “I didn´t mean to scare you, I just wanted to make sure you´re alright. I mean, you know I´ve been coming here for a few weeks, but I´ve never seen you with headphones, you usually hum for yourself” he explained and reached up rubbing the back of his neck.

She stared at him for a bit before she sighed and began to pick the books from his arm to place them where she wanted them. “That’s very observant, borderline creepy. But yeah no. Today is not really a good day. It´s an annual thing,” she explained and pushed some books in one of the shelves to make space for three of the smaller books Steve held.

Steve nodded understandingly and made sure he kept some space between the two. “Well, hey, if you need anyone to talk to, I… well I can volunteer,” he said and gave her a small smile. Having been friends with Sam for a while, he had learned a few things about supporting others.

Sam had the shield now and Steve had taken over Sams support groups. He could do more help there than with the team anyways. Y/N frowned but bit her lower lip. She used to go to regular therapy sessions but she hadn´t been in a while considering her library had taken up so much of her time.

“I… I´d like that. I´m closing down in half an hour to go get some lunch, there's a good salad bar just a block from here,” she explained and picked the last book from Steves´ arms to get it onto a shelf. He nodded as a reply and smiled, not having thought she would agree to talk to him.

Half an hour later Steve met up with Y/N outside the library which she locked up before she slowly began to walk towards the salad bar. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked beside the supersoldier. “I´m Y/N by the way,” she said with a small smile figuring they should at least be introduced before she spilled her story.

Steve smiled and introduced himself as well. Y/N smiled knowingly and nodded. “I know, being Brooklyn born and raised, you're the ultimate hero,” she said and laughed softly. After all, Steve was the reason for a lot of things in Y/N´s life, whether he knew it or not.

The salad bar was almost empty as they entered through the simple diner door and walked over to the disk. Y/N ordered her usual chicken Ceasar salad and waited for Steve to choose something as she got her wallet. “My treat,” she said and got them some utensils and napkins as well as a glass of water for herself.

Steve also grabbed a glass of water and followed Y/N over to a table where he sat down in silence. Although he had taken over Sams job he wasn’t entirely sure he knew how to have a one-on-one type of session. Y/N sat down in front of him and looked at him for a while.

“Today is the 19th, this day 28 years ago my father was killed in Bosnia in the war,” she said softly and looked down at her hands. “I wasn’t born and it took a lot out of my mother. She… she never moved on and two years ago she...,” Y/N swallowed and took a deep but very shaky breath.

She didn’t have to say the words for Steve to understand. He reached over and took her hand. “Hey it´s okay, you´re here, you´re safe.” He said softly trying to make her feel like she was in a safe company and that she could talk freely. Y/N smiled at him, well the corners of her mouth twitched upwards.

“I lost my father before I was born too and I lost my mother when I was 18. It´s very hard, and it doesn’t really get better, but we keep fighting. We keep fighting because the option is to stop everything.” He said softly and stroke the back of Y/N´s hand. She nodded and reached up with her free hand to wipe away some tears.

It had been long since she spoke so freely with, well with anyone. She had her library, she didn’t have friends or any other family. “My parents met in the library so once I learned it wasn’t doing too well I bought it. I´ve been filling it with my favorite stories ever since.” She said and sighed softly.

“It´s sort of my way to honor my parents,” she continued and tugged at the sleeves of her shirt. “You´ve done something extraordinary with that place Y/N. I don’t really like to leave my house much. People still consider me Captain America even if we have a better one now. But your library is just a piece of the world where I can be myself and where I don’t have to hide. I´ve also seen some families come in regularly and the kids light up every time.” He said and slowly released Y/N´s hand.

Y/N looked up at Steve and smiled softly. She could feel her face heat up quite a bit. “I have special deals with military families. Most people only get to check out two books at once but being able to escape from the world can be so important to kids who miss a parent and I instead allow them to check out as many books as they like. I also keep book circles for them. That way they can meet others in the same situation,” she said and leaned back as the owner of the salad bar came out with their salads.

Forty-five minutes later Steve and Y/N were back at the library. She sighed as realized she had a lot to do, she also had some paperwork to file and sign off on. Three or more deliveries were arriving in the coming week and she was behind on her chores in the little library.

“Do you work all alone here?” Steve asked as he looked around. It wasn’t big at all, just a few sections, mostly kids' books and fantasy books with a small seating area. The reception was pushed as far into a corner as one could possibly imagine and it was overfilled with paperwork and books that needed to be tagged or taken out into the library and placed on shelves.

Y/N shrugged. “yes, but it isn´t very big. It’s the area you see here and a ten square-foot room in the back with empty boxes and such, mostly storage and dust. It looks a bit like a mess now, but I´m so behind on making all the payments and stuff and around this time of the year I can only do so much,” she sighed and shook her head at her own behavior. Normally she was a very clean and organized person.

Steve looked around once more as he thought for a few seconds. “Would you be cool with me helping out a bit? I only do the VA-meetings twice a week and I have a lot of free time on my hands, plus I really like being here,” he said and looked over to Y/N with a smile. “I´d love the help, but I´m not sure I´d be able to pay you. It isn't exactly a lucrative business, running a library.” She frowned and pulled a face.

He shook his head. “I volunteer, please, it would be a pleasure to help you out here,” he said and walked over to her. “Plus then I wouldn’t feel so bad about drinking so much of the coffee either,” he added with a smirk.

Y/N smiled and nodded. Maybe this was the universe telling her to get some help and not having to go through her emotions alone. After all, she had met Steve where her mom met her one true love. Fate doesn’t always show itself that clearly.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fluffy fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #Avengers #seapandoraswritings

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lilakyy · 5 years ago

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SPAMANO FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Fanfiction means a lot to me.because that´s how I learned to speak English fluently, which is why I´ve been wanting to do this for a long time but I thought that no one would be interested in this. I realized that even if just one person discovers a fic they like because of me then that´s good enough. So, here it is: a shit ton of spamano.

(I didn´t include George Devalier because I feel like everyone knows about his stories by now)

Neighbours

Antonio and Lovino live in the same neighbourhood but don't know each other personally. Lovino sees Antonio jogging every day and quite enjoys his tan and shirtlessness. Lovi tries to get Toni to notice him by conveniently gardening or getting the mail or w/e at the same time that the other jogs, but they end up meeting by something unplanned, awkward, and cute.

This is from the kink meme and it´s really cute- perfect for when you need to cheer up!

The rose family by thegoliathbeetle

Antonio was the best football player in the high school team. Until a certain Lovino Vargas arrives. Lovino is gifted, ruthless, and brilliant on the field. Antonio finds it all rather endearing, much to Lovino's chagrin. And somehow, this has something to do with 'being true to yourself' and all that jazz. -Spamano oneshot. Human AU.

This is one of my all time favoirtes when it comes to Hetalia Fanfiction in general, extremely cute and brilliantly written.

The Prince and the Pauper by 78meg9

When Prince Feliciano goes missing, it is up to a poor servant boy Romano to step in to take his place and thwart an evil plan to take over the kingdom. However, falling in love was something neither one anticipated. Based off Barbie's Princess and the Pauper.

This fic is exactly what it sounds like. It was a really fun read for me :)

Singles by StarsMadeinHeaven

AU Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert are three friends who suffered their first heartbreaks at the age of fifteen, and made a pact to never fall in love again. That will change for Antonio when he first lays eyes on a brown-haired young man in a club...

we need to talk about this fanfic, it´s absolutely gorgeous and kept me on edge the whole time

A new life by Sheena Wilde

Slave AU. Owing huge family debts, Antonio is made a slave to the Vargas household and a personal servant to Lovino, but the wealthy patrician seems not to recognize him from their shared childhood, and the sex only complicates things.

It‘s been quite a while since I‘ve read this one but I remember liking it a lot!

una notte a napoli by Alexander Ryan

Antonio visits Naples with some old friends, Gilbert and Francis. During a drunken night, Antonio finds himself at the beach to hear a gentle song being carried upon the breeze. Atop a balcony is a man Antonio deems as an angel, but alas, as soon as this 'angel' spots him, he retreats back into the house, leaving Antonio to stand there, alone. The next day, they run into each other again - quite literally - and to apologize for being drunk and staring that night, Antonio offers to buy Lovino lunch and a sweet. Lovino begrudgingly agrees and thus, romance sparks. The problem? Antonio's only in Naples for a week.

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS FANFIC! I actually started learning Italian because of this. It’s really beautiful, extremely sad. Also- I‘m sorry to my friends that were annoyed by me talking about this fic.

An antipodean tale of love by ChibiAnimefreak

Antonio and Lovino have been friends for as long as either of them can remember, but when one day "friends" is pushed just a bit farther, how will they deal with it? And how far will they go?

This one is beautiful as well! The emotional conflict is very well written and even the smut part is very well written.

Promise me tomorrow by watanabemaya

For there are no words which could ever suffice to express just how much they mean to each other; and yet, as Spain wraps his arms around the small of his frame, Romano knows that that alone is enough. It isn't much, but it is enough. / SpaMano oneshot.

Ahhhh I just love how the characters and their relationship are written in this one!

The gaming of the shrew by Shadowcatxx

This story is a Hetalia-spoof based on Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew (1593-4). Lovino Vargas is a rich Italian heir, whose shrewish nature can't be tamed. Enter the fortune-hunter, Antonio Fernández Carriedo. When a scheming group of courtiers—keen to wed Feliciano—convince the Spaniard to marry Lovino to take him off the market, Antonio accepts the offer, which soon becomes a rough-and-tumble farce the wily Spaniard is determined to win.

I really really really like this story and since I’m a huge nerd for both literature and history I absolutely fell in love. (Also it‘s incredibly funny)

Five times Romano unintentionally made Spain blush by darkhue

...and one time he did it on purpose.

Extremely fluffy, will make you smile. Simple and cute :)

The Phone Call From Across the Hallway by TheGoliathBeetle

Lovino wakes up at 2.37 am to a phone call from Antonio, who ideally should be in bed with him, but is not. Antonio is sick, and Lovino tries very hard to keep his cool. -Spamano, Human AU, one-shot, sickfic-

Another cute and fluffy oneshot that I didn‘t know I needed in my life.

Cupid fired the shooting star by TheGoliathBeetle

Romano 'Lovino' Vargas wants nothing more than to distance himself from his grandfather and his murky illegal business. When a shooting star streaks across the sky, Lovino's friends make wishes. And the next day, a mysterious new student named Antonio turns up in class. So starts a cycle of wishing, fulfillment and a lot of red carnations. College AU Spamano. Two-shot.

Ok ok ok. We need to talk about this fanfic. It is so goddamn beautiful that I still feel like crying every time I think about it. Another one of those fics that all my non-hetalian friends know about because I couldn‘t stop talking about it when I first read it.

We the dreamers by TheGoliathBeetle

New York City, 1940: Antonio is a recently arrived refugee from Spain, a scarred soldier with firm political convictions. For Lovino, everything is pointless and nothing ever lasts. The two of them live, love and dream desperately, as World War Two threatens to take it all away. -Spamano, three-shot-

Very dark but incredibly beautiful. One of these fanfics that give you the kind of excitement that only a good story can give you.

Bottoms! Up by SunnyDayinFebruary

Follow Lovino on his weird and, well, at least quite interesting trip around Europe in order to find out some of the greatest secrets ever about himself, Europe, tomato-shaped alarm clocks and the past of his lovely, but complicated Spanish partner. This story is actually a part two, which I didn‘t read and I don‘t think it is required to but in case you want to read it, you can find it here

I just love this story so much, it‘s incredibly cute and funny (like really really really funny) and made me fall in love with every hetalia character mentioned. Also, this has like 80 long chapters so get ready for a long term relationship with this fanfic.

Spin the bottle by 78meg9

If you're going to play spin the bottle, you've got to have the balls to kiss people. At least that's what Lovino thinks.

a really cute and fluffy oneshot

Of vending mashines and night clubs by bubbleteadesu

AU (human names used) ; Lovino Vargas is an aspiring artist who struggles with the pressure of having a world-renowned landscape artist as his brother. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo is a jobless man, who enjoys living in the present (too much, actually) and takes life one step at a time. A chance meeting one winter night by a certain bright red vending machine leads to another and another until they form an unlikely friendship. One day, Antonio is offered a job as a bartender at his friend's bar and he asks Lovino to work with him there. As they begin to spend more time together, Lovino is confronted by Antonio's new feelings for him and his own feelings for Antonio. But, is he ready to accept them?

I´m so in love with the way the characters are written- especially Lovino! It´s really to write him in a way that isn´t annoying to read while still remaining true to the character; which is what this author did in a really beautiful way.

Bad hair day by spinyfruit

Lovino works at a hair salon and Antonio's a daily customer who comes by with any excuse so he can talk. To figure out how to get Antonio to like him, Lovino visits Emma (Belgium) quite often, and unintentionally makes Antonio jealous. Then the game of wooing begins. - Spamano fluffiness - ONESHOT.

Really cute and a quick read that´ll leave you grinning like an idiot

Haze by ChampagneSly

A random AU in which Romano is best friends with Veronika, who happens to be engaged to Alfred, who happens to also be Romano’s friend. Veronika has a bachelorette party and Romano, in his role as incredibly charming and handsome gay BFF, attends. Alfred would like details, please. Romano wishes he could remember what happened after the fourth gin martini. Oh, and Spain’s a stripper.

This fic is really cute and funny, I´ve read it about ten times and I recommend everyone else to do so as well.

Rebels in a sleeping city by norvegiae

"I felt like we were in limbo, two blindingly awake rebels in this sleeping city. I didn't know your reasons for being up and about. But, you were, and so was I, grinning at you like it was going out of fashion."

the kind of fanfic that will make you cry at 3 am but it´ll be worth it because it´s just so beautiful

How to care for your spain by AlexanderRyan

A guide written and published by Romano Italia. Strong (basically obvious) hints to Spamano.

really cute, simple + AlexanderRyan´s beautiful writing style

Change in routine by Roxi2Star

A look at Lovino and Antonio's changing morning routine.

I come back to reading this fic almost every month. It´s a really cute and fluffy OS that is written in a very interesting way.

The art of flying by TheGoliathBeetle

They’re both a little bit damaged, a little bit unscathed. Lovino can only truly see the world when Antonio describes it to him. Words can be magical, words can drive the darkness away. –Spamano one-shot. Blind!Lovino, Writer!Antonio, College AU-

kinda sad but really really beautiful, describes their relationship in a beautiful way.

Underwater Land by satsukiarisa

Human names and A.U: Antonio was a merman. Lovino hated water. It was truly a match made in heaven.

This one is very sweet and funny and I really enjoyed readig it :)

The Romantic Developments of Antonio and Lovino Through Texts by Spinyfruit

Texting started gaining popularity in 1999, but it wasn't until the year 2007 that iPhones came out: then shit got serious and countries started texting each other. This is the story of how one happy-go-lucky idiot, and one stubborn idiot finally get together. It only took a few hundred years. Mainly Spamano with side FrUK, PruCan, Gerita, AmeriPan, and others.

ahhhh I love this one so much...I really like the texting theme!

Braces by Roxi2Star

Antonio just got braces, and is feeling very self conscious of them. Maybe Lovino, a cute kid in his grade ho also has them can make him feel better about having braces, and maybe realize their not so bad. Ok so maybe he becomes less self conscious of them, but in the braces are a pain. Especially when their stuck to another pair.

I was really happy when I rediscovered this one, as someone who had to wear braces for five years in total this is even funnier to me...

(Non Spamano Fanfiction)

Asylum (Usuk GerIta) by thealphagay

1963; Feliciano Vargas is the newest patient at Bitterwell Mental Asylum. One problem, there's nothing wrong with him. Trying to escape will be hard, trying to understand the dark asylum will be even harder. Because behind those gated walls are torturous methods, strange patients, and even stranger doctors.

Based loosely off American Horror Story: Asylum

i know i know this is a spamano masterlist but I really think that this fic deserves more appreciation , because it´s really cool. I had a lot of fun reading it even tho I normally don´t like Usuk that much.

#spamano #spamano fic rec #spain #aph spain #aph romano #lovino vargas #antonio fernandez carriedo #hetalia #aph #aph south italy #Hetalian #hetalia fanfiction #aph fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction masterlist #laurastuckinhell

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polaristranslations · 4 years ago

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The Second Box

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If there were a part of my history I wanted to erase, it would be in my middle school years, the term I spent as the Treasurer of the Student Council Executive Committee, under Kumagawa Misogi. However, when it comes to history you want to erase, in most cases, it's also history that can't be erased.

No.

There's no such thing in this world as history that can be erased.

Even if you are able to forget it, you can't make it as if it never happened.

Have you heard of it before?

It's called an erasable pen. After you write some words down with it, you can rub those words with the rubber portion and the words will disappear. It's pretty convenient, isn't it? If you want to erase everything in one go, you can just point a hair dryer at it, and the paper will turn white in an instant. It's extremely refreshing.

However—and this is surprisingly not very well-known—the words erased by rubbing them or heating them up are not actually gone. The truth is, if you just cool them down, they'll end up reappearing.

It's true, really.

It's even clearly specified in the manual.

To be precise, it has to be a temperature of about minus 10 degrees—if you chill it in the freezer for a moment, the words should reemerge. Well, in the first place, I've never actually tried performing such an odd action myself, but if you're curious, you may as well test it out.

In that regard, while the subject may be a bit unusual, a metaphor is but a metaphor—but either way, that's what I mean. It's impossible for me to erase my history of working under that boy, and there's no way it will vanish, either.

If something like that were to happen, it would simply be that I would forget about it—and in actuality, many people have actually forgotten it, as if it were a taboo that should not be mentioned again. Even Zenkichi may have forgotten all about it already—at the very least, there has never been a time where he himself brought up the subject for discussion.

Most likely, there are no official records left as well.

Or rather, it would be that the existence of Kumagawa Misogi himself was wiped clean from any records that may have existed—however, if there's one thing you would allow me to tell you about, Torai Kudaki.

While I may certainly want to erase that history.

It's a history I absolutely do not want to forget about.

When my heart has grown cold.

It's a memory I would like to quietly remember.

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When Hakobune Middle School's Student Council Executive Committee President Kumagawa Misogi invited me to take on the role of Treasurer, our conversation went something like this. Just because I'm drawing attention to it doesn't mean that the conversation was particularly profound, but you can take it as an example of Kumagawa Misogi's tedious chatter. You must have heard about it as well—it's even possible that, during his middle school days, his tedious chatter was even more polished than it is today.

「Hey, Medaka-chan. What do you think of the phrase, 'It's better to regret what you have done than what you haven't'?」

With that hollow smile of his.

And with that hollow tone of his, President Kumagawa threw that out.

And though I say "threw that out", it wasn't as if it was with a particularly aggressive mood—that was why I let down my guard. Yes, as a first-year with no wariness at all, I responded with these words.

"It's not as if I don't understand the intention behind those words—but still. If it's a matter of offering a viewpoint that lacks modesty, then rather than regretting doing so, I believe it's better to not do so at all. At the very least, if someone approached me for advice, I would never tell them to go do something they might regret."

Quite cheeky for a first-year.

That opinion is one that hasn't changed even now—and Kumagawa simply let it slide with a smile and said,

「That's a good thing to say, Medaka-chan,」

in a near-whisper.

「But I couldn't care less about what you think or what you believe in. In fact, I care so little that I might be experiencing vertigo.」

"Uh-huh..."

After being told that, there was nothing I could say.

I couldn't even argue back.

As you well know, I very much like to battle it out with others using my opinions—I like it in various ways, so to say that being treated that way by President Kumagawa was a let-down would be an understatement.

In any case, he wouldn't battle it out with me.

So for a person like me, for a person whose middle school days were particularly hot-blooded like me, this was, unexaggeratedly, rather agonizing—and that agony was something I would have to continue to taste until summer vacation.

However, despite the fact that I had nothing to say and could not argue back, it wasn't as if the conversation stopped there—needless to say, President Kumagawa was someone that loved to chatter on.

「You see,」

he said, letting me know the exact reason why he "couldn't care less" about my opinion, why he "might be experiencing vertigo". Truly, what a generous act. To the point of being repulsive.

「In the case of 'It's better to regret what you have done than what you haven't,' humanity has never actually encountered such a situation—it's a situation with an encounter rate of zero percent. A one-or-the-other choice that doesn't exist. That's why it's ultimately just a thought experiment—the questioner is simply asking the respondent if they do or do not have the motivation.」

I see.

That was a very clear assertion to make.

In that sense, when I said that "If you're going to regret it, you may as well not do it," those words could actually be seen as the words of a coward—and if so, then I would surely have disappointed President Kumagawa.

It was in a bit of an atypical manner, but essentially it was as if I had answered that "I do not have the motivation" to President Kumagawa's question. At this rate, he might go back on inviting me for the Treasurer position—the proposal could be retracted, that is.

Of course, at this point in time, I had no intention of working as the Treasurer of Hakobune Middle School's Student Council Executive Committee—so the matter at hand was something that came before motivation. Because this invitation was nothing but a bolt from the blue. I was by no means reluctant to take up a position of responsibility, but this was all too sudden. I had only come to the Student Council office because of the matter with the Servant of Destruction, to confront his superior, President Kumagawa, face-to-face.

You could say that my mind had screeched to a halt, in a way.

No, no, there are times where even I might stop thinking, you know—although I'm glad you think so highly of me. Well, even in that manner, you should realize that even the person that you consider me to be would draw a blank in front of the person that President Kumagawa is.

But even so, I spoke.

Without thinking, or considering.

It could have been that I felt that keeping my mouth shut would've meant that I had been refuted—though it wasn't really a matter of winning or losing.

"In that case, President—is there a one-or-the-other choice that does exist?"

「Of course there is. And it's not like you don't know the answer, either.」

His attitude was as if he had completely foreseen my question.

「'Which one should I choose?'—that's what it is.」

"Which one...?"

「Well, as a thought experiment, it might be a bit harsh to point this out, but it's an extremely realistic choice—you can even apply it to your actual life. Let's say you're faced with a situation where you're deciding whether or not to perform a specific action—it doesn't matter what it is. Whether or not to do homework, whether or not to go to your job, whether or not to take up the Treasurer position in the Student Council Executive Committee—whatever works.」

"Uh-huh..."

I couldn't seem to predict what President Kumagawa might be trying to get at, so I simply listened attentively. No, rather, I didn't even try to predict where his words were going in the first place—it wasn't hard to imagine that doing so would be of no avail.

「Putting aside the case when you choose 'to do it'—let's talk about when you choose 'to not do it'. This would be the point where 'regretting not having done it' would apply—but, Medaka-chan. 'Not doing something' is not exactly the equivalent of 'doing nothing', right? If you don't do your homework, you would probably play games or something. If you don't go to your job, you might go on a trip. If you don't take up the position of Student Council Executive Committee Treasurer—well, you might use that free time to go on a date with your childhood friend.」

When he used the term "childhood friend", it wasn't a fortuitous coincidence, but quite clearly a blatant reference to Zenkichi—after all, to call me over to the Student Council office, it was Zenkichi that President Kumagawa had used as a messenger.

It almost felt like he had nonchalantly placed me in check.

But things would probably get hysterical if I responded there, so I simply waited for President Kumagawa's next words.

President Kumagawa grinned.

And then continued.

「That's right. In the end, 'not doing something' is equivalent to 'doing something different'—so the situation of 'regretting not having done it' is impossible, because people will necessarily have done something else in exchange. In other words, if you decide to do something, you'd end up regretting not having done something else. 'Which one should I choose?' If I were to reword it, it would be something like this—'Which one do I want to regret doing?' All choices that people can choose from can be boiled down to this sentence alone.」

"Which one—do I want to regret doing."

「Medaka-chan. As for you—which one do you want to regret doing?」

His tone was like that of a demon,

and like that of a nightmare as well.

「Wouldn't you rather try regretting working under me, then?」

Well, what do you think?

Of President Kumagawa's opinion.

Of President Kumagawa's viewpoint.

Ah, that's right. Even if it's not a thought experiment, this is really just playing around with his wording—he thrusts into the gaps in between words and flips them over using the principle of leverage to play around with them.

It's hard to think that he's being serious—no.

At that point, somehow thinking that he might actually be serious after all is what defines Kumagawa Misogi. Taking that sort of wordplay and talking about it completely seriously is who the boy named Kumagawa Misogi is.

A boy that could bet his life on a game.

Between then and now, he hasn't changed.

Even now, I still like that part about Kumagawa Misogi, and—even at the time, I didn't exactly hate that part about him. That's right, if I were to swallow my pride, I would say that I had, at the time, been completely cajoled by Kumagawa Misogi.

To put it point-blank.

Regretting working under this boy as the Treasure might not actually be so bad—that was what I thought.

Yeah.

Of course, I would actually end up regretting it.

I would end up really, truly, regretting it.

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It's better to regret what you have done than what you haven't—but rather than that, I would have to say that, for me, regretting what I haven't done was the correct thing to do. However, when it came to regretting having done something, then that would only be limited to the one thing I wanted to do the most—thinking about it now, was that what President Kumagawa meant with his assertion?

In actuality, not regretting something is rather difficult.

I'm repeating myself again, but, even if it lasted but a single term, I felt ashamed at having worked under Kumagawa Misogi in Hakobune Middle School's Student Council Executive Committee—I strongly regret being placed under Kumagawa in those days, spending my days doing whatever he told me to.

I hopelessly regret it.

However, if you asked me if I wouldn't regret it if I hadn't done all that, if I would have had a life that I wasn't ashamed of and with a clear conscience... The truth is, that might not actually be the case after all—well, I probably wouldn't have been on a date with Zenkichi or anything, but surely while doing some other thing, I would've said to myself,

"If only I'd chosen to be with Kumagawa at that time,"

and continue to mull over my lingering regrets.

That must be what "regretting not having done something" meant.

When you're doing something, it means you're not doing something else, so the phrase "It's better to regret what you have done than what you haven't," as Kumagawa said, is fundamentally a contradiction.

Because when people choose to do something.

At the same time, they're choosing to not do something else.

When you're at a point where you have no choice but to choose between two things, when you're restricted to a one-or-the-other option—there's no person that's able to choose both. And while I endeavored as much as I could to do that, it didn't work as well as I could have hoped.

But, at the time.

At that time, I thought this.

Why was that?—was what I thought.

If I conspired with Kumagawa.

Wouldn't the act of choosing both end up actually being possible? But ultimately, those middle school days ended without being able to achieve anything—a dream that was more like the wreckage of a dream.

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I've already mentioned that the natures of Hakoniwa Academy's Student Council Executive Committee and Hakobune Middle School's Student Council Executive Committee were fairly different, but if I had to give an example that could easily be seen at a glance, it would be the uniforms and the armbands.

As you know, Hakoniwa Academy's Student Council Executive Committee has uniforms that are specially prepared for its officers—following the line of thought that the Student Council Executive Committee should be supporters that work in the shadows, their uniforms are colored black.

And the armbands.

The armbands wrapped around the left arms of the Student Council officers, with each officer's respective position written on them—for Zenkichi, who is left-handed, he'd complained a lot at first about how hard it was to put on, though.

Well, it's ultimately a standard formality based on the manual that unfortunately runs counter to the experiences of left-handed people, so my condolences to Zenkichi, who will continue to face this tragedy going forward. But anyway, these special-style uniforms and exaggerated armbands did not at all exist at Hakobune Middle School.

If anything, that middle school's Student Council Executive Committee was but an extension of the class representatives and day duty students in each class, or perhaps even the students with cleaning duty for the day.

They were not grandiose influential people, nor were they any sort of rulers.

They were not—originally.

So, to put it roughly, when President Kumagawa said, "You're the Treasurer now," there was no complicated procedure or formal approval necessary. In that instant, I simply had become the Treasurer.

Yep, that's right.

In other words, on top of possessing very little authority—you could also say this organization had a terrifying amount of freedom. A powerless existence with no real power even outside of influence, but also an existence that could behave more freely than anyone else—this was most likely correct for an organization that President Kumagawa was in charge of.

But, even so.

I did think it was a bit bizarre for that guy to have been elected with a zero percent approval rate.

「I'll introduce you to the other officers another day, so you can go back to your classroom now. I'll let the advisor know. We can leave the particulars for another day, too—so then, much appreciated.」

After being sent off with those words, I departed from the Student Council office—and so, after thoroughly combing through my memories, things had turned out this way with not a single word from me about accepting the position or anything at all.

Even though I hadn't said a word about whether I would or wouldn't do it.

Thinking about it, this was an extremely rare occurrence in my life. As someone who prided themselves on being as good as my word, the number of times I've been whittled down to face matters like this without any specific declaration is very few—or perhaps, would this have been the only time?

I'd been poisoned by President Kumagawa.

Or, to make it easier to understand, it felt like he had just shifted responsibility to me, but that was an expression I didn't really want to use—well, though I'd never said anything about whether or not I would do it, I did think that I may as well try doing it, so in that sense this was all just minor noise buzzing off to the side.

There was still plenty of time left in my lunch break.

It wasn't as if we had spent a lot of time talking at all.

Instead of returning directly to my own classroom, I decided to drop by Zenkichi's classroom along the way—considering he'd been employed as the messenger, I figured I need to let him know about the turn of events.

"Huh? The Student Council's Treasurer? Hold on, how did things turn out like that, Medaka-chan?"

The reaction he returned was just as expected.

He wasn't a guy to react in ways outside of your expectations.

However, after being asked how things turned out like that, the reality was that I had nothing to say. From Zenkichi's point of view, it may have seemed as if I was starting up something completely incomprehensible again, but it was something I couldn't avoid.

"Ah... Um... That's right. This is something I heard from my mom, but—"

Having finally calmed down after his round of yelling, Zenkichi hesitantly began to speak again. For him to bring up his mother, that is, Hitomi-sensei—it was pretty underhanded of him.

Ever since he learned I was no match for Hitomi-sensei, he'd been going wild with it.

It was hard to forgive him, but I still had to listen.

"Medaka-chan, you know about diets, right?"

"Diets? What are those? That's a word I don't seem to know."

"...Ah, well, it really isn't something that you would need to do. You really are weak when it comes to common knowledge, huh."

"I am not weak when it comes to common knowledge."

"Ummm, well, how about 'weight loss'?"

"Weight loss. I do know about that."

"As your childhood friend, I might swoon at your astounding lack of femininity."

After saying such a rude line, Zenkichi continued.

"In weight loss—in other words, on a diet—they say that in the beginning, you start losing weight in an interesting way. And part of it is because of the simple reason that, by eating less, the fluids in your body start to decrease—"

Unlike then, I'm now aware of both the meaning of the word diet and the information pertaining to the word, so I know now that a diet and weight loss aren't strictly the same thing. Well, for a guy like Zenkichi, I suppose they're similar enough, and it probably didn't matter for his main point.

"—Anyway, after continuing on a diet for a couple of weeks to a month or so, you'll reach a period of stagnation, or so they call it."

"Stag nation? What in the world is that? It sounds unpleasant."[?]

"Not stag nation. Stagnation. Like when something slows down or stops."

"Oh."

Well, it didn't change the fact that it sounded unpleasant.

"After rapidly losing weight, your body senses that something is wrong and tries to prevent any more changes to your weight—that's supposedly how the body is constructed. Of course, since they call it a period of stagnation, it's not like it'll stay like that forever, so the key to a successful diet has to do with how to cross over that period—"

"I see. That makes sense. When you're continuing your weight loss routine but are failing to get results, it might be difficult to stay motivated as well. And so?"

"—From what my mom said, there were some weird people out there in the world, and apparently they thought of something like this to get over that period of stagnation,"

said Zenkichi.

"'Oho, so it's hard to lose weight during stagnation? Well, then, if you turn that around, no matter how much I eat during this period, my weight won't change, right!?' ...But there's no way that's true, is the thing!"

"Uh-huh..."

I couldn't do anything but nod along.

For what was supposed to just be a funny story, it wasn't very funny.

If there was to be a moral to this story, it would be that prefacing ideas with "if you turn that around" usually tend to miss the mark—when you invert an idea like that, then for the most part, you'll end up just spinning your wheels and won't actually get anywhere.

Or rather—it'll just make things worse.

"Hold on, Medaka-chan. What I was trying to say—what I was trying to say using my mom's words was, people who try to go around looking for some secret trick will usually commit some huge mistake that they can't recover from. Personally, I think you would've been better off just picking a fight with the Servant of Destruction's boss—the fact that things got all messed up... Was that what you wanted? Or, was that what that Student Council President wanted? Either way—it's hard for me to believe that this situation will go well from here."

"...It's not like I'm planning on entering the Student Council for a reason like that. Well, I plan on going at it at full force once I enter, but right now, I don't think there's any kind of situation that's supposed to go well."

"I'm just worried about you,"

said Zenkichi with his shoulders drooped.

"You can say all that because you don't know about it yet—the current Student Council Executive Committee. You just don't know the lineup of people they have over there, in Hakobune Middle School's 66th Generation Student Council Executive Committee."

"...Well, it's true that I don't."

However, I didn't see why he would tell me that so pompously. After all, even Zenkichi had been unaware that the Servant of Destruction was an officer of the Student Council.

However, the person Zenkichi was warning me about was not the Servant of Destruction—in other words, the one that worked as the General Affairs Manager in the Student Council Executive Committee—but the Secretary.

The following day, I would be personally introduced to that person by President Kumagawa.

To the Student Council Executive Committee's Secretary.

To the student that was my older brother, Kurokami Maguro.

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sarohara · 4 years ago

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josiecarioca · 5 years ago

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Uncle Sev headcanons compilation (updated)

Tagging:

@viper-official

@arabellafiggypudding

@artisticreptilequeen

@madshelily

@thepomegranatejuice

@violet-knox

@snapescapades

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@saltyspaceboi

Upon finding out Caitlin´s ex-husband has a drinking problem and has been making life difficult for her daughters, Severus immediately becomes very protective of the girls even before meeting them in person (he would never admit it though).

When they first met, Lizie automatically started to call him “uncle Sev” but Alice was cautious at first, as if she knew there was something about him that didn´t quite add up. Severus found it rather amusing, and let her be. She only warmed up to him when she was told he was a science teacher (nobody in the family knew he was a wizard at that point, so “chemistry teacher” was the oficial story) and, timidly, started to ask him questions and asked him to read her science books. Severus was all too happy to comply when he realized she was more interested in his teaching than a lot of the students in his Hogwarts classes.

Lizzie´s football matches are the only thing that will make Severus stand around outside in the sun or rain in the middle of a crowd without complaining about it incessantly.

Severus and Alice binge watch Carl Sagan´s Cosmos and Dr. Who together, but when it comes to Lizzie, it´s all about Sherlock, BBC period dramas and literary adaptations.

Lizzie is the only person who can get Severus to brave the great outdoors and get a little dirty (not necessarily for fun, but usually because he has to go after her when she up and disappears in his watch)

One of Severus favorite things to do with his nieces is colect plant specimens. They dry them and put them in albums with the common and scientific names. They have filled out numerous albums that he keeps in his personal study.

Alice is usually the one who does the bulk of the research and tagging on the plant specimens, while Lizzie takes care of the conservation process. Eventually, Lizzie decided to take watercolor classes so she could also paint the prettiest ones. Severus has several of these botanical watercolors framed in his study and his Hogwarts office.

Severus was the first to notice Alice was a witch, and was over the moon about it. He immediately started to teach her the basics of magic (potions in particular) himself, because OF COURSE she had to have an edge over the other children when she got to Hogwarts. This is his niece and she will outdo everybody else or his name isn´t Severus Snape.

Severus really can´t relate to Lizzie´s love of sports, physical activity and the outdoors, but as soon as she starts reading he finds her all the books he can about these topics. Eventually he has made sure she read most the biographies of history´s great adventurers and explorers as well as adventure classics like “The Jungle book”, “King Solomon´s Mines”, “Robinson Crusoe” and “Treasure Island” among others.

Severus was mildly disappointed when Alice was sorted into Hufflepuff, but reasoned that at least it wasn´t Gryffindor. He promptly started to show a little bit of favoritism to Hufflepuff, however, and even wore Hufflepuff colors for sporting events on a few occasions.

While he loves both of them dearly, Severus relationship with each of the girls is quite different: he´s more of a “cool uncle” for Lizzie, and more of a father figure for Alice, as she is under his care more often (being a Hogwarts student and all). In fact, one of Severus justifications for not wanting children of his own was that he “already has Alice”.

The fact that Alice physically resembles her aunt Evelyn has often caused people to think Alice was indeed Severus and Evelyn´s daughter instead of their niece, and Severus doesn´t always bother to correct that mistake.

Severus went out of his way to make things very difficult for every boy who showed an interest on Alice in her Hogwarts years. The only exception was a Slytherin star student he particularly favored, by the name of Hadrian Llwynog. It turns out Hadrian and Alice were really just friends after all, and Hadrian was actually trying to court another Hufflepuff with Alice´s help.

While Severus is closer to Alice, Lizzie gets to get away with quite a lot more around him than her sister does. Since Severus sees Lizzie a lot less, and feels more like her uncle than her surrogate father or guardian he has more of a tendency to let her do as she pleases, and to find excuses for her misdeeds more often.

Lizzie is Severus little 'spy': she will let him know in advance about parties and family gatherings he wishes to avoid and gives him detailed reports about her mother´s boyfriends, as Severus is convinced Caitlin has horrible taste in men, and is livid about the prospect of some random scoundrel becoming the girls´ stepfather one day.

Severus has helped Lizzie get rid of more than one prospective stepdad, usually by giving her pointer on how to bother and annoy them só much, they´ll just leave on their own accord.

Deep down, Severus hoped Lizzie was a witch like Alice, but he was also aware that two witches born to the same set of muggle parents wasn´t a very statistically likely possibility.

When Lizzie turned 11 and no letter ever came (as Severus predicted), she was devastated and to make matters worse, by the time she got to her third year and on the onset of the often problematic preteen stage, Alice started to distance herself from her sister and act a little snottty So Severus does his best to correct Alice´s poor behaviour and make sure Lizzie feels cherished and her own personal achievements don´t go unoticed. Even if it means attending a few too many football matches and theatre plays for his liking.

#snape #severus snape #Uncle Sev #uncle sev headcanons #Alice 'Alie' Sullivan #Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Sullivan #evelyn black #severus x evelyn #severus snape x evelyn black #severus snape x oc

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rogue-hammer · 4 years ago

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ELDAR PART 2: #5 EXODITES You know that army everyone says their going to do, and then you never see anyone doing it? You know that concept that seems kind of bizarre and niche, but is always kind of fun when you think about it? Lets cut the bull, do you know about the Exodites? Yeah you know the ones I mean. The Eldar who where smart enough from the get go to realize that shit was gonna hit that fan. And by hit we mean, the shit was a dirty nuclear bomb, and the fan was spinning at Mach 10, and no one within a 1 million light year radius of it was going to not get shit on them? The Eldar that if they had a proper army dex, would probably be Toughness 4, Strength 5 and could break an Aspect warrior over their knee? Well fear not, because the Chaos Druid is here to tell you how it may be possible to have these “Salt of the Earth” Style Eldar as a force. -First off, the lore. The Exodites as we all know, where those Eldar who, at the time before the fall realized what was going to happen, and after trying to tell the rest of their race that the liberal agenda was a bad idea, went fuck it and took off for the distant Eastern fringe of the galaxy. Abandoning much of what their race had achieved, these highly attuned seer like Eldar went and settled many a wild and dangerous world. You could say they where Mountain Men of their race. Minus the Buckskins. When establishing a concept for your army, it should be important to note these sorts of things, and mayhap research our own real world history, looking for those who left behind more advanced surroundings to wander the wilds and tame or become a part of their new surroundings. Besides, whats not to like when coming up with a how did your army tame mutha fuck’n dinosaurs for an army concept than to read about people who did much the same thing?

-How to represent it? This is the big hurdle to Exodites. GW never did give these backwoods space elves a codex of their own (sometimes I wonder if they where meant to be a mirror to wood elves from WHF) and so you have to be able to work a little bit of magic to bring them to the table. There are two ways of doing this: 1: Use a community created and tested Codex. This one is pretty simple. There are loads of communities on the net who enjoy making non-official but professional quality dexs that never existed, or that did and got left behind. This can be a good place to start if your unsure what exact kinds of units and characters you want to try and represent on the table. 2: Do a “Counts as army.” While this may seem a bit less interesting than going out in search of a quality fan made dex, believe it or not, counts as armies and models are some of the funnest challenges in the hobby. After all, who says you have to stick to one area? When it comes to a race as wide spread as the eldar, you can use all kinds of lists to represent your Exodites. From IA books, to the various inner factions and old codexes, you have a wealth of pre-made stats and rosters for your army, and it may even inspire you to create a Home Brew Dex of your own for use with friends and fellow Exodite fans, it can even be a group project!

-Modeling. Ah yes the next big hurdle in your quest to make this awesome idea come to life. But lucky for us, in this day and age of vast miniatures Renaissance, your never short on companies who produce all sorts of models for use in creating your own flavor of Exodites. Even the GW ranges can be put together via the various universes and factions to give rise to a unique and conversion heavy Exodite host. It’s these kind of armies that GW once upon a time used to really try and get their community interested in. Your own imagination is the only limit when making a fully converted army, and since everyone likes Dinosaurs, dragons, and laser guns, well, who isn;t going to have plenty of models ripe for bits fodder and base construction?

-So then next, whats your theme? After all, Exodites can be as various as their craftworld kin. They don’t all have to be from the same sort of planet, or even have the same sort of unit arrangement. Think first to yourself, what wild and possibly feral world has my army tamed and guards as their own? Are they Jungle style folk, Eldar survivalists of the deepest jungle worlds know to the galaxy who could give catachans are run for their money? Taming giant lizard like creatures and avian like Dinosaurs for use in war, while using mainly Stealth and Guerrilla style tactics against invaders, blending seamlessly into the Jungle foliage to strike while using the elements of their home world to wear down an enemy, Maybe they are a desert folk. Having traversed the sands of a barren wasteland planet in the style of Dune. (Dune….Eldar. Ok I may have to do this now) and have grown hardy and strong from the unforgiving conditions. Training and using burrowing and dangerous desert creatures such as serpentine lizards, Scorpion and draconic scalies of fire and ash to their use. Able to blend in and traverse the known ways of the sands to out maneuver and flank their foes foolish enough to come after them (and now I also want to watch Lawrence of Arabia). An alpine people would also not be a far stretch. After all we have seen plenty of Jungle Exodite concepts. So what about their Highlands dwelling kin? Eldar who live off the rock and timber of a giant temperate and sub arctic worlds. Strong of limb and able to survive the cold and wild temperaments of their chosen homes. Going into battle atop heavy plated and massive dino/prehistoric mammal like hybrids, battering their foes aside by ferocity and strength much like our own history’s hardy people of the mountains regions. Truly when creating an Exodite army, any hardy and primal like folk of our own world can serve as an excellent source for theme and character.

-And that leads us to story. Yet another thing that can have infinite possibilities based off your own imagination. Are your Exodites of the first migrations away from their Stellar Empire? The ancient and proud ones who fled the fall of their doomed race and have since held onto life and world for thousands upon thousands of years? Are you a young and newly aspiring tribe of Exodite travelers, having only just now in recent years and light of galactic events decided it best to leave the constraining confines of a Craftword and forge a new and hard destiny for yourself? Are you a sanctuary to Outcasts and those who have been forced or chosen to leave their homes in the Craftworld or even the Dark City. Do you dream of rising once again to dominance, or have you accepted the humble life of survivors and exiles. Are your Exodites proud warrior like people, given over to tribal customs of battle, honor and glory in combat? Or have you attempted to become a peaceful and conservative folk, only drawing a blade when pressed by outside forces. Do you count many of the ancient seers among your ranks, or do the physically strongest and most warlike lead you? Have you shunned all forms of technology or do you harbor much of your ancient relics and tech for use to give you an edge over your environment and enemies? Again, the sky is literally the limit with the number of ways you can forge your own unique brand of Exodites. That is, at the end of the day the fun of non-official, but canonical armies. #6 CORSAIRS Everyone’s thinking it I’m just say’n it. Pirates! Ah yes, corsairs. Eldar Corsairs no less. A throw back to the original concept of these ancient Space Elves from the Rogue Trader era, where the Eldar, much like Orks, and even Chaos were cast in a more “Raider, Pirate, Freebooter” light than as giant interstellar empires of their own. And if I may be frank, my favorite style of all Eldar. Corsairs are in a league of their own when it comes to lore and the table top. If Craftworld Eldar are the Boomer parents, and the Dark Eldar are the teen goth phase kids, while the Exodites are the redneck uncle you visit during summer vacation, then the corsairs are that cool older sibling who always seems to have a few rings in his ear, rocks out to old style metal music and owns some sort of sup’d up car you love riding in. Over the years the Corsairs have had many attempts at army lists and most have fallen by the way side with each passing edition. So what is a pirate to do? Break out your Space Rum and lets find out.

-Find your inner Outcast. This is the best place to start. Of all the Eldar sub factions, Corsairs are considered the Outcast. Too liberal minded and self serving for the Craftworlds, not into back stabbing, court intrigue and BDSM which counts the Dark Eldar out, and still too fucking full of themselves to go and play salt of the earth farmer with the Exodites. In all things the Corsair is the embodiment of the classic pirate trope. Those who live outside law and country. Content to ply the stars and do as they wish, when they wish, and save their own skin above all else. This type of “Sandbox” mindset can be used to create an eldar force with limitless background, style and character possibilities.

-What sort of pirate be ye? That’s your next question. Being Self sufficient and serving, Corsairs fit just about any niche you can think of when it comes to reaver like style. This also means they can be found just about anywhere, with just about anyone. Are your Corsairs a club for eldar only? Or have they allied to other even more unscrupulous characters? Corsairs can be found raiding alongside the likes of Rogue Traders, other alien species, and even among chaos warbands and Ork freebootas! And the reasons are just as varied. Are your pirates proud Corsair Princes/Princess’, plying the stars on an ambitious mission of their own? Are they fallen from grace renegades who have or will fall in with any dirty crowd? Are they the ruler of a pirate kingdom all their own, or do they sail the stars in a single infamous vessel like pirate stories of old, ravaging and stealing as they desire? Are they survivors of a larger group of CW Eldar, hiding amongst Exodites and teaching them the old ways of your people while trying to accumulate enough power and followers to rebuild what was lost? The options are almost limitless when forging a narrative for your Corsair warband.

-What is your goal? In the end, many a Corsair is an individualistic character. Shunning the Narrow dogmatic path of the Craftworlds, and refusing to become a corrupted sadist like the Drukari, they live a life of self fulfillment and ambition. So what motivates your band of pirates? Do they seek a sporting challenge as arrogant reavers of the stars? Are they after the ancient glory of their Race’s past when they ruled over the galaxy? Maybe perhaps they are altruistic, and ally themselves with whoever they foresee being a benefit to the galactic order of things. Fame and fortune? Women and wine? A warrior code dedicated to Khaine, or another esoteric group of reavers worshiping the many faded or forgotten gods of the past? Nefarious allegiance to chaos, or maybe a darker order of things. Maybe perhaps just indulging your own hedonistic desires without care to share them with others. Again, a corsair can have many a goal, which makes for all sorts of unique concepts regarding your army.

-Models models models. Ah yes, models, and what to use for your physical army on the table? Fortunately we live in a time where not only is there quite an expansive range of Eldar style models, both official and third party, but there are other factions with models that can be used to further augment your Corsair warband. The options are many. Maybe you use a combination of CW and Dark eldar models to achieve a rough reaver/noble look. You can also dip into the Human side of models, utilizing Necromunda and RT faction models to give your eldar a much more grounded and space faring/gang like look. Even fantasy Elven ranges can be used to boost a more primal look to your Eldar, or perhaps Out of the way factions like Mechanicus and Warcry warbands can be augmented with Eldar models to produce some very unique Tech mash ups or tribal like appearances. Not to mention older far more grim looking GW models from Ebay can be used to add a spice of old to your model ranges. However you choose to do it, make sure your models are cut apart from straight up CW or Dark Eldar style figures. After all, your above that kind of crap.

-Now we come to the final question, how do we play this army? As I mentioned before, there are older Corsair lists under official publishing one can use, as well as no doubt a bevy of fan made content. Like the Exodites, the Corsairs can easily be used as a counts as force, with even more options as you can pull from a number of different books in order to create homebrew allies and piratical alliances with your army. Once you have down how to create a list, its time to ask, how will yours be a unique pirate band? The cornerstone of any crew of pirates is Speed. After all, no need to hang around and risk your own neck am I right? This luckily is the Eldar’s forte, and can be done in numerous ways without too much overlap. On one hand, taking advantage of Eldar Air power is an awesome idea for Corsairs. Not only have they used in pass incarnations many of the powerful aircraft of the Eldar race, including the feared Void Dragon, other smaller editions have been made of time such as the handy Wasp, and fast moving Jump pack corsairs. Building off this concept, corsairs can utilise the various armies of the Eldar to kick into high gear. Between the DE and CW books, there is a wealth of fast moving raider vessels, teleporting and deep striking units, as well as high initiative and deadly close combat infantry. Depending on your list and homebrew rules, you may even have options to add other races in for flavor, such as Ork Meatshields…..I mean Ork allies that are very useful and cared about. Human RTs that can use various codex designs to function as an extra bulwark of strength and toughness and even Chaos elements if your feeling like you need the warp on your side. Maybe your corsairs favor Jetbike and light attack craft tactics and are made up almost completely of such units, along with jump infantry to help support your already fearsome maneuverability. There’s even ways to create an Eldar Corsair force that deploys almost exclusively from Deepstrike, entering the table at any point, ready to strike the enemy’s weak spot or run circles around their more cumbersome units. Always remember the enemy can;t hit back if they never see you coming, or are too slow to catch you!

It can be said, if the Exodites are a Modeling enthusiast’s dream, then the Corsairs are Narrative army creator’s playground. Enjoy Pillaging the stars fellow pirates! I can only hope this lengthy entry has given some of you new perspective or even just revivied old ideas on how to create and Eldar army of unique or simply enjoyable design. Sometimes I do feel as if Eldar are bottlenecked into repetative lists and story styles that leave little to customize, and rarely seem to fire the imagination. So really, these Pointy Eared ones arn’t just simple ELVES IN SPACE. There is little limit to what one can make of so many different aspects of this once great and powerful race.

As Always, Happy Hobbying!

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #eldar #xenos #exodites #corsairs #lore #insperation #hobby #miniatures #gaming #aliens #pirates #art

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opalai-pixel-witch · 4 years ago

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War with kittens looks so cute! X3

“I’m glad you liked them!! Yeah, I’m not sure what compelled me to make that one :P Death is to you what Bjørn is to me, it would seem |D”

Yes! ♥ All funny character has a place in my heart :3 ♥ And Death is there along with Folgore from Zatch Bell, the Belchers from Bob´s Burgers, Megamind and Mad from Rabbids Invasión :D

Although he takes up a lot of space actually, PP is the fandom for which I’m creating now ^^

When HH came out, I didn’t expect him to appear “physically”, I expected a mention at least, he was named at the beginning and the end of the game, and that made me happy! X3

After I discover he appeared in Bjorn´s house and I went crazy XD I liked seeing him in his new desing and interacting with Pesto, I like when the characters interacting witk each others

If they make HH or Death 4 Life comics I want see that ^^

“That’s an interesting concept! A heroic antagonist Milky sounds super cool :o Honestly I’m really curious about what Milky’s deal is and I hope we’ll get more info on him in the next game!! And it would be cool if he discovered how the system in Hell really worked and maybe realized that the horsemen really aren’t inherently evil and are just trying to do their jobs (except maybe Famine, his intentions are…debatable >_>)”

I would like to see the rest of Milky´s team for do more things, we have only seen Red Eye (but he´s dead now). I know there´s a girl but I can only guees what she looks like from her voice XD

I came up with this story about the horsemen working in the human world and they bump into people like Milky who want to get rid of them, people who have weapons or objets capable of stopping the paranormal

Milky and his team already know isn´t so easy killing the horsemen like they expect, so now they want to capture and invetigate them, see what they are made of and discover something that can destroy them

So far they have discovered is the holy water burn them and in large quantities, weakens them; sacred objets like gold chains can be used to hold them; and the sacred gold bullets and their own weapons, such as Death´s scythe or War´s guns, can significantly hurt them

“Big fandoms seem to be a blessing and a curse, it would seem o.o I’m more worried about the type of content that might come up if it became more popular, I don’t wanna find any fetishy NSFW fanfiction about it >A> But I’m really happy to hear that you like what I do! To be honest there are times where I feel like I don’t really fit in well with the fandom (like I don’t “belawng” if you will :P) so I’m glad that that’s probably not the case! I enjoy seeing what you make too, as well as talking and sharing headcannons and stuff with you ^_^”

I like to have met you and share these things with you; in fact, if it weren´t for you, I wouldn´t be in this fandom ;)

I´ve been to big fandoms and I don´t make content for them cuz there´s nothing original I can create and, also, post anything in these fandoms is like a suicide :/

In fact I have separated from some ones and I don´t regre it, I like more to make content for a friendly fandom where what is most seen is the importance of the characters in the history and the excitement of meeting new characters ^^

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Thank you!! I’m happy to hear you liked that one ^__^ Kittens seem to make everything cuter…even if I’m not so good at drawing them ;;=o=;;

Ah, I see o: I’m not sure if there’s a theme with any of my favorites—the closest connection I could think of would be pure-of-heart characters, like Bjørn and Gonta Gokuhara from Danganronpa V3?? But after them there’s hardly any connection with any of my faves, such as the tough-as-nails Mondo Owada or the vulgar Miu Iruma >_> Then again, I’ve always been disorganized with everything |D

Yeah, I remember the first time I finished the main story and I was super excited to see that there was more I could do after the credits! I was surprised to see Death in Bjørn’s house and watching him and Pesto interact was a lot of fun ^o^ PP’s games are full of surprises it would seem, you have no idea how excited I got when I heard my son’s singing voice ;u;

I agree, that would be amazing! I dunno how likely it’ll be for us to see Bjørn again in the comics (or in any other things after Helheim Hassle) but it would be wonderful to see him in them ;;o;; Of course, I’ll be happy with anything they make! It’s already super cool to see the horsemen up to more stuff, and in that one comic they show in the MS anniversary edition where a demon is giving a tour of Hell I was really happy to see Pesto again ^_^

Oooh, do you think that Red-Eye is one of those two dead guys in the background of War’s introduction? :o Makes me wonder just how far back the creators have been planning…and that’s a really interesting take on what they could be doing! When I think about Milky and his team I think about the show Truth Seekers—I dunno if you’ve seen or heard of that, but basically there’s a guy who investigates the paranormal in his spare time and he’s somehow recruited a few people into his investigations, and eventually they uncover a cult putting some shady nanotech in peoples’ brains. It’s really good in my opinion, but anyhow I like looking at that kind of thing and Milky makes me think of that o.o

Well in that case, I’m glad that I could pique your interest! >u> I admittedly have trouble with feeling like I “belawng” anywhere and keep getting paranoid that I’m just intruding in whatever fandom I join, which makes my hesitation towards making new stuff and trying new things even more of a pain =A=

Honestly I tend to have more fun participating in smaller fandoms because it feels like…there’s more heart put into them, if that makes any sense??? I’m not entirely sure how to word it :P I have yet to run into any crazy fandom discourse so far (knock on wood), but I understand that that’s also a danger when it comes to bigger fandoms ;;o_o;; Regardless, however, I love the PP fandom and I’m really happy to have found a friend to talk to about it!!

#submission #dani

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love-it-or-its-free · 5 years ago

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@dyke-diva

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First, just some more context about me: I am a 33 yr old lesbian, butch (in a nerd way) and quite androgynous/GNC.

Until a year or two ago, I was an ardent supporter of trans activism, as it went part and parcel with being a member of the LGBT "Community".

Literally, asking this same question to myself was a turning point for me. I knew I was supposed to hate and denounce anything TERF-related.... but one day I realized, I didn't know exactly what TERFs had supposedly done, that would warrant such seething hatred against them.

Like I said, I comprehend hating Nazis, because I have seen evidence of the unforgivable brutality of the Nazi regime and its supporters. I've taken history classes, read books and original sources, and watched documentaries about it.

Basically, I have seen enough evidence to understand the scope of Nazi evil, so it makes sense to me why some people go around saying "punch nazis." Personally, I'm not the type to punch anybody... and I question whether punching actually fixes the underlying evil... but based on what I know, I totally understand why nazis are so hated.

But why are terfs so viscerally hated that they are directly compared with a mass-genocidal regime? I want to know the truth. If the evidence is out there, I want to see it, to keep my views updated and accurate.

Now on to your response.

I do not believe that you should debate hate groups. I think that doing so will only help spread their hate and

I don't really believe in debating hate groups, either. But I also believe that having a closed mind is a victory for authoritarians of all stripes. I have no problem engaging with people who disagree with me, because I generally believe in having "strong opinions, weakly held" -- I am firm in my beliefs, but my mind is open to evaluating new evidence. If I deem the new evidence convincing enough, I may change my mind or update my views. I value intellectual rigor, so I want to keep my views accurate and up-to-date.

I am severely distressed about the number of terfs in wlw spaces and think that something should be done about it, it has gotten to the point where if it is not stated directly that they do not support transmisogyny that I will often feel paranoid about being in the space.

Honestly, I would love if you could PM me about these "wlw spaces" that are supposedly crawling with terfs. I feel like I'm reading this from a bizarro mirror dimension, thinking... WHAT wlw spaces? Is there really anything like this, outside of a handful of unpopular tumblr tags and a couple of small subreddits?

The only spaces I know of, especially IRL, are bending over backwards to be so "q***r friendly" that actual lesbians are being pushed out. One local activist in my city, started a public speech by claiming, "terfs are lesbians who..." and went on to drag lesbians for not being inclusive enough. Why only lesbians, I wondered??

Singling out and pressuring lesbians that way is not okay, in my opinion. Lesbians deserve to have spaces for lesbian (natal) women only. Lesbians are allowed to be repulsed by penises. None of that is hateful! Lesbians should not be pressured to sleep with anyone they aren't interested in. Unfortunately, I see that happening a lot these days. The "wlw spaces" I know of, offline and online, increasingly pressure lesbians in this way. Not cool.

Now, I can handle those pressures... but I'm really worried about younger lesbians. Being a lesbian is hard enough as it is! We have a right to exist, and to express our sexuality without added pressures.

and finally reason three, trans people who are afab have been seen to dismiss terfs actions and beliefs purely because terfs do not actively threaten their existence like they do amab trans people.

I'm not sure if I follow this part... it seems like you're saying that some FTMs ("trans people who are afab") do not feel threatened by so-called terfs, because the perception is that terfs are more threatening to "amab trans people"? Sorry if I misunderstood, but I would be interested to learn more about this phenomenon either way.

The person who sent this ask had lots of “Terf Safe” tagged posts on their blog and in their likes (though it seems their likes are now private), so I had blocked them, on the post that I made on my @la-joueuse-ultime blog that I quoted above they had asked why Terfs and Nazi’s are being compared, saying “I know about the reasons Nazis are bad, we can study history to see that evidence. But where is the evidence that terfs are comparably bad?” I had responded “@love-it-or-its-free it’s not that their comparably as bad, it’s that they’re bad. They are a hate group that has killed trans people and because of that they shouldn’t get a voice to spread their hate.” I then told them I planned to block them, I had done so and then they sent this ask.

Well, just to be clear, you were the first to interact with my post. It appears that you went looking in terf-friendly tags, found my post, and decided to interact with it. I'm happy to clarify the details of this, but I think your wording makes it sound like I sought you out, when it was actually the other way around. I posted mild terf-friendly content, you directly compared terfs to nazis. I think that's extreme.

I guess it's a good thing I hid my likes, too, because it sounds like you were ready to trawl for "punishable" content. I mean... who among us has not accidentally tapped the heart while on mobile or something? I hope you aren't really intending to police liked content like that.

Now to the actual ask, I believe the reason you can’t find Terfs that have killed trans people is that, well, you’re literally not looking,

I am quick to google anything that pops into my head, so rest assured, I would not pose this question to a tumblr rando unless I had actually attempted to answer it for myself. I'm asking to try and gather more info/evidence on top of what I have seen already.

or you think that they needed to have direct (by direct I mean they physically took part in) killing the trans person. You don’t need to be holding a knife to take part in someone’s death, you can encourage violence against the minority, you can bully and harass them until they take their own life, or you can fight against medical procedures that some of these people need to live. Terfs have done all of these.

Right... but I specifically asked how you can directly compare terfs to nazis. I agree that bullying, etc. is wrong. But I am asking for the evidence you used to make the direct comparison. You are shifting the goal posts here. I'm okay with that shift if you are... because I'm happy to provide evidence of trans activists doing things like sending death threats to terfs (or any woman who is deemed to have "terfy" views) which seems directly comparable to what you are claiming here.

It took a second search to find Terfs encouraging violence against trans women.

I found similarly scant search results... but like I said, I'm willing to evaluate new evidence when I see it.

This post on Reddit (I recommend being careful, tw for violence) is of a screenshot of a Terf stating that “It is a shame that people cannot do this in America” the post contained a picture of a man seemingly attacking a trans-woman for using the bathroom where she was most comfortable to do so. The posts were made on Spinster, a “woman-centric” social media platform that was made by M.K. Fain, a known terf.

So... I'm honestly surprised you would link to that particular subreddit as evidence of anything. But I'll charitably ignore the source for now. What I see, as far as content, is a screenshot of an anon comment on a website. You claim that the comment must be from a terf. Why? 1) screenshots can be photoshopped. 2) Anyone can sign up for an account on sites like that.

Sorry, but this isn't convincing evidence to me. Even if it's real, it's not a death threat, it's not an incitement to violence. It could be "real" in the sense that some troll signed up to the Spinster site just to troll "as a terf". It's just a shitty anon comment. Of course I object to the sentiment behind it (see anti-violence disclaimer to follow)... but I don't believe it stands up as evidence to support your claims.

(aside: I don't want to make this post any longer than it is, but I noticed some not-very-nice comments from that link and collected them in a pastebin here )

Finally, I researched the actual murder case in question. All eight people arrested in connection with the homicide are men... not terfs.

(I'll include this disclaimer here, though I'm bummed out that I feel the need to be pre-emptive/defensive about it:

I am anti-violence. I condemn violence of all kinds. (See above: I'm a softy, not the punching type) I especially condemn murder and homicide, and I do not endorse eye-for-an-eye justice. I want less pain and hatred in the world, for everybody, even folks who disagree with me.

I believe "the Golden Rule" is called Golden for a reason... it's Key! end disclaimer.)

Not only that but I found many articles directly denying violence against trans people, that I won’t link because they were made by terfs for terfs and I do not want to give them a platform. By denying the violence trans people face you are encouraging it, telling the people who enact the violence that they won’t be punished for it.

Yes, "denying violence" sounds like a bad or at least ignorant thing to do. But how is it remotely equivalent to committing violent acts? Unfortunately, if I can't see the evidence, I can neither refute nor accept it.

Trans people have a shockingly high suicide rate, there is no denying it. This article talks about a Terf that targeted a suicidal trans woman to harass, as well as provides a link to an article about Cathy Brennan, one of many who try to directly prevent trans people from seeking medical help.

I read this, but I couldn't figure out the series of events it's describing. I looked around on my own, and found that it seems to be a response to an ongoing feud between Dana Taylor (author of the piece) and at least one other person. For instance, I found multiple blog posts from the "other side" which described Dana Taylor's participation in harrassment and doxxing campagins. Here's one person on twitter, describing their experience with being targeted:

I just googled myself and found this from 5 years ago which said I was going to be watched. I don't think they watched me.

source thread

That's just one example I found. There were many similar tweets and comments about doxxing involving the author of the link you gave. So I'm open to reading more about these incidents, if you have more links. If something bad happened, I would like to understand better. But right now, this at best looks like just one side of a multi-sided internet slapfight.

If you just listened to trans people you would hear story after story of them being attacked by terfs if you just paid more attention you would see them encouraging violence against trans people, and if you just cared a tiny bit more, you’d realize that trans people are human too.

I am listening, or at least I'm trying to listen by asking good-faith questions while trying not to be attacked for it. Are you doing the same, keeping an ear out for stories of terfs being attacked, and listening to their stories?

How would it make you feel if I said, "if you just cared a tiny bit more, you'd realize that terfs are human too." ?

Anyway, that’s the post thank you for being patient.

Same here. I want you to know that I truly appreciate your thorough reply and the time you spent on it.

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years ago

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Pirate au Redone (part 2)

N/A: So it continues. I´ll try to make this in 5 pieces IF is possible. I want to explore the Maximoff´s family dynamic ( Wanda and her kids) and Jean and Scott´s relationship with their kids such as Cable and Rachel. And well, I think I can do a better job than Marvel. BTW, I never even travel to New York so my image here of New York is more focused on how media show this place...

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

The streets of New York with a cacophony of sounds provide by peoples and the cellphones and other machines-the News on display in every big screen on New York City is only one thing and no one is sure if they´re tired of such news or if this is important anymore- and the main anchor leading this news is stating the message with all professional that makes her the number 1 in the field. "Prof X announces the existence of Krakoa and the trade remedies in exchange of amnesty for the mutants and their past crimes. Senator Kelly is absent of this trade, but, senator Osbourne speaks in favor of the mutants and the president of US fully welcomes the mutants" and the people are shaking their heads about this or something else.

Wanda Maximoff is one of the 1% looking at the news with little interest-in fact, she sits on the street on a red building and notices the stares of awe and waves at the other residents who wave a bit awkwardly- and looks at her watch. "Is almost 15hs..watch. "Is almost 15hs....any minute now" her tone is tone as she fidgeted with her crimson cape.

"Mo..." her eyes look up to see Tommy Sheppard in his casual outfit and Wanda offers a small smile- she notices and felt a pang of sadness as he wanted to call her mom but avoid doing it- and Tommy continues speaking with his casual tone (yet, she can see he´s confused and how his feet are ready to run just like Pietro would) "Wanda...are you ok?"

Her eyes show a certain crestfallen as she speaks with a melancholic tone. "Do the world needs to end for me to visit you?" she tries to joke but her watery eyes are ruining any attempt of joke and Tommy´s feet come an inch closer to her. Only an inch.

"I´m sorry...Wanda" he repeats and Wanda refuses to think about the past-she prefers to think about the present and the reason for her to be here as she often says "the past is in the past"- and now the boy, no, the young man looks unsure of what to do or say. "I´d not know where Billy is...I think he´s on an adventure with his boyfriend...you can try next week, I mean, Dr. Strange told he will be back in a week" Tommy explains and now Wanda frowns.

"I know...and I´m not here to speak about your brother. I´m here to speak about you." her tone is firm as she taps a seat on the stair next to her. "sit with me, Tommy...I want to talk with you" and the young man is still unsure.

"I don´t know...where Billy is" is his answer.

"I know where your brother is and I want to speak with you" and her eyes widen as her mouth gasps for a moment and closes quietly. "Was a bad mother to make my son to truly think there´s a favorite? Was a bad mother to make him think I wouldn´t care for his life?" and Wanda looks up and slowly meet Tommy´s gaze. "In House of M all I wanted was a family and yet I can´t keep tabs of you and Billy...maybe the universe is telling me something about wanting a family...and my own mental health" she begins.

"I wanted a family and let myself be dominated by many people who took advantage of me and my powers and almost cost me everything..." she sighs as now Tommy is sitting next to her. "I can´t change the past nor I should but I want to be present in your life. You and your brother..."

Tommy looks to his front watching people looking at the famous Scarlet Witch, some ignoring and some are just minding their business- in the sense of superheroes in C list are walking and doing patrol without bait an eye to Speed and Scarlet Witch- and speaks again in a neutral tone. "What if this whole reincarnation thing is bull crap? You said Magneto is not your father ...and no offense, but, reincarnation, Mephisto and all that story seems far too complex for me"

Wanda nods and can´t deny how the story looks for an outsider, let alone for the ones involved. "You´re right...it does sound complex...let me explain the best I can...Magneto is my biological father, yes, but I hate him enough to lie to his face to cause him pain..." she let a mirthless chuckle escape her lips. "by this logical this make me his daughter even more...all I want was to cause him pain and, well, in the end, I was silly to think this would cause any trouble" Wanda concludes.

Tommy says nothing about Magneto and Wanda is more than happy for that.

"But as for you be the reincarnation of my son...Tommy, does blood truly matters? Maybe you´re not my reincarnated son, maybe Billy isn´t...maybe my sons were just a trick from Mephisto...but, I still would like to be your mother, I would still be part of your life if you let me" Wanda confessed looking at him with watery eyes and she grins softly as she notices the young man is wearing his goggles for some unknown reason.

"Yeah...if you want" he tries to sound cool, but, Wanda can see his real emotions and hug him-for once, he doesn´t pretend to hate the hug-and Wanda asks what he was doing after the Young Avengers was shut down.

"I´m sort of detective...sort of, the terms are sort vague" he explains. "Uhm...do you remember Hope Summers?" he begins wanting to confide this information with someone and Scarlet Witch may be the best person or maybe confess this to your mother is the best idea here.

"Yes, I recall her...is she alright?"

"No, she is dead...like, super dead"

"A mutant hate crime?"

"No...I think is something more insidious...she dies when Krakoa was, uhm, crafted? I don't know the right word to use in this freak show, but, I think there´s a correlation here" and he looks at his mother afraid. "do they ask..." Wanda shakes her head. "And rest assured me and your uncle won´t go either...also, I´m no longer an Avenger either"

"Oh, I heard that...Tony Stark mess up...what you´ll do now?"

"Open my school of magic, of course, and you´re always welcome to visit me or even help me"

"I...I would like that"

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Jean Grey can remember her teenagerhood with total clarity -maybe, is a blessing of her powers or one of its curses, after all, Jean doesn´t like to remember certain parts of her past- and as she enters in the new accommodations of Krakoa one can´t help by comparing to the first time she enters in the Institute. How time flies.

Scott is there, as she knew he would, tapping his feet on the ground- how Krakoa has such facilities to house everyone? Many questions are now emerging from her mind. She recalls with all the morbid details of her death and her resurrection and how her mind was ...taken by numbness and euphoria at the same time- and is looking at anything but Jean Grey.

"How the soup?" Jean asked breaking the ice as Scott lift his bowl to show he was eating cereals. "Ok, let´s talk, Scott...what´s in your mind? And yes, this comes from a telepath..." Jean sits in front of Scott - she remembers his visor in her "nightmare" Nate puts everyone through and is amazing how the shape of this visor didn´t change in the slightest- and waits patiently his turn.

"I hate here!" Scott confesses quietly to Jean. "I hate how Professor X is making what me and...Emma" if he thought Jean would make a fuss or big deal over his time with Emma, well, Scott is wrong " tried to make with Utopia, yes, I know is a pretentious name, but I hate how he´s making something I tried to make and is being praised as the savior while I was the mutant Hitler as some call me" and he concluded with his teeth grith so hard that it clenches his jaw.

"Go on" Jean speaks in a neutral tone. "You have lots of things you want to talk and I´m here...I´m here now, Scott and I want to listen" and Scott continues.

"I hate how the Avengers took down Utopia without a single question...it was meant to be a sanctuary for mutants after M day and then...Prof X says he´ll revive all the mutants in the history and again, people speak as if he´s the only hero ever..." he sighs tiredly now.

"I hate how we´re always dying or being hated" and Scott continues. "And I hate the choices I make ...in regards everything" and now he lowers his head. "I have doubts, guilty and I want to cleanse them, not start anew" and now Jean speaks.

"You´re thinking, and no I´m not reading your mind, you´re thinking about Madeline Pryor, right? Me too...I´d think about her and what she could have been and what should have been" and she narrows her eyes now. "and you want me to talk about our kids too...and we should!" she rubs her temples for a moment. "For starts, I´m ashamed of Nate...what he makes me do in his dreamWorld, what we made Bishop endure...how we´re all out of our mind...I pity Kurt...and I sympathize with Meggan as any sane woman would" Jean explains seriously.

"About Cable...we killed him and I only feel...relief" Jean confesses holding her face for a moment nervously. "Do I want kids? And this is something is bugging in my mind forever...no, Scott...I don´t want kids" she reveals crossing her arms.

Scott nods and speaks calmly now. "I know...I truly know. I love you, Jean, and yes, I want a family, but, kids are not a requirement for us..." and Jean´s eyes relax at that but stop as Scott mentions what she saw it coming. "You took Cable under your wing even though he was from Madelyne...why you never tried with Rachel?"

Jean looks away from his eyes and thought in leave the conversation, but, Jean is not a teen anymore. "Let me put this way, Scott, if in another dimension forsaken by the Gods, I and Logan had a baby and this baby travels here and wants me and Logan to created another version of him or her...would you think I would do it just for lols?" Jean asks a bit peeved and Scott is not impressed.

"OK, you don´t need to be her mother...but, it feels like you had a favorite, and Rachel was never in your mind..." Scott trails off and Jean looks slightly ashamed.

"Maybe I was trying to live a fantasy on Nate. He is our son and that would nullify Madelyne´s existence...and that´s petty and cruel of me..." Jean confesses. "I can support Rachel as a teammate and as a gay mutant, yes Scott...I have eyes, ears, and a brain and when she was with Kurt was pretty clear it was a beard!" and she concludes. "I can support her in this...but I don´t want to be her mother"

Scott touches her hand. "I can be her father, but, is my decision, and if you don´t want...no one should force you. Family is still a fragmented thing for me, but, is still precious" Jean squeeze his hand tightly now.

"I know...I know. Oh, Scott...we have lots to talk about"

"Time to talk about me and Emma?"

"Oh yes!" __________________________________________________________________________________________

Logan is over the moon as in Krakoa it opens many possibilities and the Canadian is so over joy he´s ignoring the silent elf on the quiet council-Logan pick beers for himself and is practically dancing-and now notices the elf after a comical swirl makes the elf enter in his view. "Kurt...Kurt, I have a shot...I have a shot with Jeanie"

Kurt is too busy thinking about everything. Introspection is something he hates, but, is his only companion lately. "Well, I´m curious now" Kurt lied. "Why you think you have a chance with Jeannie?"

"Kurt is the law...make more babies" Logan has a big smile and Kurt´s fist clench as he makes an excuse and leaves. Logan is alone and Kurt is suddenly realizing that if Iceman is no longer making dumb jokes, then, Kurt is the one doing the jokes, and sadly, no one is getting is a joke.

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Kitty Pryde is watching the shore beach and count until 3 as she slowly looks to her right. "Hello, Yana!" Kitty beams at the sight of her friend and Magik offers her ghost smile and informs her about Krakoa and the smile on Kitty dies.

"Tell me what´s the difference between Utopia and Krakoa?" Kitty asked and Magik explains in short words.

"Utopia wasn´t a creepy cult" Yana responds bemused and adds. "Uhm. Piotr is saying mean things about you..."

"Yana...I left him at the altar...I would be surprised if he was singing praises about me" Kitty answers deadpan. Yana sighs in relief as Kitty is not hurt, angry or sad with the news.

"Do you want to see Krakoa?" Yana asked and Kitty is bitting her inner lip.

"Not really..." and if Kitty was elaborate on her answer it was cut short by Emma Frost -looking fabulous as always- and offering her usual demand. "Hello, Kitty...can we talk?"

#pirate au redone au #Kitty pryde #Rachel and Pheonix #revenge time #Logan you´re next #Oh yes Moira will be too #Kurt Wagner #Jean Grey #Scott Summers

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