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[boopshoops]

Common sense doesn't feel all that common when coming from a fella such as this.

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Alias: Creek

Nickname(s): Cricket, Piranha

Gender: Xenogender

Pronouns: Any with they/it preference (they>it). Also prefers masculine language/titles (i.e. lad, mister, sir, etc.)

Sexuality: Unlabeled

Birthday: June 1 (Gemini)

Age: Somewhere close to 200, they've stopped counting

Height: 5'8 or 172cm, though the height of the doll is adjustable.

Voice Claim(s): Yuri Lowenthal, Keiichi Nanba

Twisted From: Jiminy Cricket

Unique Magic: None! It's magicless.

Job: Playful Land Owner

Hobbies: Terrarium making, architecture, entrepreneurship, bug collecting, raising bug colonies, reading, violin, creating soundscapes, fashion.

Likes: Bugs, spiders, nature, Italian roulade, their doll body, cricket song, old locomotives, leaving large impressions on others, seclusion.

Dislikes: Existentialism, extreme pessimism, extended periods of boredom, drawing in an unwanted crowd, unrewarded extended efforts.

Fears: Being completely numb, feeling nothing, being stuck in one place for too long.

Summary: The eccentric yet secluded benefactor of Playful Land, both feared and loved by many for their charities. The owner is known for exploring many different business ventures, to the point where their company is behind a startlingly large amount of big names and faces. It's been around for a suspiciously long amount of time... at least others find it suspicious, Creek's lifespan isn't that much of a secret to their close circle... that circle mostly consisting of a bunch of insects, but still.

Creek, evidently, is more so focused on doing their own thing and finding constant sources of emotion rather than living up to the standards their business has risen to. After all, once you reach the top, it has to find out just what else life has in store for them. That, and what life has in store for others. Whether that is dangerous or not is up to you, long as you stay on your toes.

Playful Land's owner is known among their hires - even in avenues outside the amusement park - as being oddly generous, if not even incredibly intelligent. Guidance is something they are almost always willing to offer, in any topic or field. Don't get it wrong, though. They're not kind or overtly rude. What you see is what you get, even if it gets you sent straight to hell. Thems the facts, lad.

CHARACTER PLAYLIST - CREATION STORY - DEATH STORY

Author's note: koisdghdosieeee theyre so sillayyy! theyre just sooo sillay guys trust me guys its just a sillay lil geek mk! wym they abandoned isola and stole whats practically her skeleton. what could u posibly mean i jhave no idea what you're talking about :) they just like little critters theyve never done anything wrong no human trafficking into labour here noooooooooooooooooooooooooo pal!!!!!! perfectly legal lived a perfectly normal amount of time totally is NOT a peepaw and has not fed ANYONE to their massive supply of crickets.

anyway ernesto/fellow bombing their giantass ship was the most entertaining thing thats happened to them in a decade <3

mr. "why are you charging those two for the destruction of the park" "i just wanted to see what would happen lol" Creek

Tag list :)

@skriblee-ksk @lowcallyfruity @justm3di0cr3 @kitwasnothere @cecilebutcher

@distant-velleity @thehollowwriter @techno-danger @scint1llat3 @the-trinket-witch

@beneathsakurashade @kathxrat-01 @qsoap @twsted-canvas @prince-kallisto

@gimmeurmoneyagh @tixdixl @sillyslipperybananapeel @twstinginthewind

[repeatsquared]

A Life for a Life

Synopsis: Villain x Civilian. Civilian has weak telekinetic powers, and keeps them hidden, along with a difficult past. They meet villain in a surprising way, and grow close in an even more surprising manner.

This chapter is mainly an introduction to characters and the environment. If this is unimportant to you (I wouldn't blame you) Chapter 2 is where the dialogue and events begin.

Word Count: 655

Trigger Warning: Depictions of violence, low self-esteem, loneliness

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Alex had never been one to stand in the spotlight. First one out the door after a shift, not many friends, small apartment in a cheap part of the city.

They valued discretion. Quiet. It wasn’t how they were raised, but it was how they desired to live their life. It was their comfort. After all, you can't really be lonely if loneliness is your choice, right?

They worked a standard job. Boring office, cubicles, nosey coworkers that always tried to invite them to nights drinking or parties. At least, they did when they were still a new hire. Most didn’t treat them with animosity, merely a respectful distance. "Alex never wants to go out, and we won't pester them with invitations they'll reject." A mutual understanding, and one that they were grateful for.

Although, after a couple years or so, the loneliness gets to you. Even if it was a choice. They debated on getting a cat, but the image of the person with no friends and a meaningless job, in a one-bedroom apartment, with a cat, seemed to be the line in the sand. No way were they going to cross into that territory.

The only thing they had considered changing about their life in recent months would be transferring to a different city. Same boring job, probably the exact same office interior, similar apartment, but a different place. Their mother thought this was due to the lack of companionship, but rather it was because the street that their office sat on was a hot spot for activity. The dangerous kind.

Nearby were three banks, the City Hall, and a few other things they didn't really care about, but they brought in attention from heroes and villains all the same.

Every city had its star, and Isola was no different. "Limitless" is what he chose to go by. The name was fitting. In every video, in every fight, he seemed to be just that. Never breaking a sweat, hardly ever getting injured. At least, that was until "Claec" showed up.

He defied all odds. He seemed to obtain power overnight, striking down the lesser heroes with ease, and even giving Limitless a good fight. Most of their battles ended in a draw, with Limitless resulting to merely defending sections of the city rather than pushing Claec back.

The power struggle was intense, and being so close to danger was something that Alex was not fond of. They found this city because of the lack of crime, no need to fight and hide in terror. Now, it was time for them to find somewhere new to duck their head and stay away from anything too exciting.

But that's what it became. Exciting. It got harder to draw their eyes away. At least once a week, the workers of their office building would either run in terror to the basement or press their faces to the glass in order to watch the ensuing chaos. Miraculously, Limitless did a great job at steering Claec away from the buildings. Brute force could be quite useful. But what would happen if that wasn't enough?

While the others in the office gossiped about the clashes, they and a few others continued with their work. Quiet, reserved, uninterested, and worried. It was unnerving that others could see such violent and reckless acts and discuss it, as if this were all happening in a movie they watched.

This was one of the few times they engaged in conversation with others, namely voicing their concern for the outcome of these fights, and their desire to move away. Yet, they stayed. They couldn't find a real reason behind the list of excuses, even as others who had voiced their concerns transferred out or found new jobs in safer areas. As much as they wanted to ignore the feelings, they felt their eyes draw towards the wall of windows, and awaiting the next fight.

Chapter 2

[bloodanddiscoballs]

Meet my 3rd Disco Elysium OC: Danny the Entroponeticist aka a Pale Scientist

Name: Daniel Arden Naveen

Nickname: Danny

Age: 33

Gender: Male (Trans)

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 150lbs

Race: Semenese

Danny grew up in Oranje as an only child to a single immigrant mother. He grew up poor, his mother working as a house cleaner for the wealthy homes in the nice neighborhoods and singing at night for some extra cash. Danny's father had been a Paledriver, but never came home after a trip, leaving his mother and Danny alone. From a young age, Danny was a curious child, always wanting to know how things worked and constantly on the move poking his nose into things he shouldn't. He because fascinated by the Pale from the time the basics were taught in elementary school. Danny would fantasize about traveling the Pale, hanging around the loading stations down by the ports for a chance to speak with the drivers and watch the Coalition airships take off. In high school, he ran track and field, seeing it as a way to help train his body and get fit for the goal of traversing the Pale. He had a high school physics teacher who took a shine to him, feeding his hunger for knowledge by getting him access to any and all books he could, and mentoring him one on one. At the age of 17, Danny built his own version of a Pale Latitude Compressor as well as his own suit using scrap from a friend in the autoshop class and old radios he had thrifted. He borrowed an old row boat from a friend of his father's and set out to the part of the Pale that hung off the coast, eating away at the sea ice. He completed 4 successful trips into the Pale, but his Compressor failed him on the 5th attempt. When he didn't come home, his mother contacted the Coalition Guard and, after a few hours, they located him and took him in to be questioned. Danny spent the entire night and half of the next day being questioned and evaluated before he was offered a scholarship to the University in Graad, making him one of the younger applicants of the Entroponetics program. At 21 years old, Danny graduated with his doctorate and has worked as an Entroponeticist for the last 12 years.

Most of what Danny does is the experimentation that others will not do; the dangerous acts that put one smack dab in the middle of the fray in order to know if something will work or not. He tests the updates to the equipment, proves or disproves theories, and pushes past the limits in order to see what is on the other side. It has earned him some scars, the strange swirls on the back of his hands from when a suit failed and began to be eaten by the Pale. It's also earned him quite the reputation, being cited in over 200 studies over the past 12 years as well as being published on his own three times.

Danny is constantly bouncing from Isola to Isola, never in one place longer than a few months. As a result, he was single for most of his life, not bothering to worry about anything other than his job. He finds people confusing, always feeling like he doesn't know the rules of social interactions. Danny wishes that people would just say what they mean instead of dancing around everything. As a result, he is rather to the point, and though certainly not rude, he does often hear this behavior can be rather jarring to those who aren't expecting him to be so honest. When he gives you his attention, he gives you all of it, which can feel a little intense sometimes. Danny is an incredibly bubbly person, easily excitable and almost always smiling, even when he is working on a problem. Making friends is rather easy for him, though he always seems to keep people at arm's length.

Aside from his experimentations, Danny is part of the division of scientists who investigates isolary entroponetics: the idea of the Pale being able to form from inside an Isola. It is part of why he is constantly on the move, though Revachol is often on his list. He has bounced in and out of Jamrock over the last 12 years after earning his degree. It was on one of these trips that he first met Jean Vicquemare ten years prior. It was a brief meeting, one that Jean remembered but that Danny had forgotten due to other major things that had happened at the same time. Their first meeting had been rather poor, Jean mistook Danny for a criminal; as a Junior Officer at the time, Jean went undercover at a gay bar in order to flirt with the young scientist. Danny had already been teetering on the edge of giving up on dating, so when a young Jean had made a fool out of him and grilled him for information, it was the switch that Danny needed to simply shut off that part of his life for good. The two men ended up meeting ten years later when Danny had been called by Trant in order to come on as a secondary Special Consultant, Danny already having been in town to investigate the Dolorian Church of Humanity. Danny didn't remember Jean, but Jean certainly remembered him, feeling guilty over his behavior all those years later.

Ultimately, the two men end up pursuing a relationship and Danny laughs about the situation, releasing Jean from his guilt. They complement one another well; Danny's bright and happy nature with Jean's sarcastic biting own. They work well, Jean needing the honesty that Danny provides and Danny very much appreciating Jean not allowing Danny to shrug off being cared for. There are some ways in which their relationship might now be "healthy", but it works for them; Danny loving when Jean gets possessive and Jean finding Danny's petty streak very flattering. The depression that Jean deals with and how he deals with it- pushing people away- does clash with Danny's fear of rejection, but they find a way to make it work. It helps that both men are fiercely loyal, those feelings driving them to the extreme when either is at risk. Both have helped the other come out of their shell in different ways, finding comfort and safety in one another even with everything else strives to be chaotic.

Danny is trans and began testosterone at 18. That is also when he got his top surgery, though he got his tubes tied at 21 as a "graduation gift" to himself. His mother was not supportive, being incredibly religious, and when she died when Danny was 23, they hadn't been speaking. It is one of his biggest regrets and is part of why he shut himself off to the world. He is not religious but he was raised in Dolorianism as a child.

[unluckyuncle]

Hello everyone! I realize how this post might sound, so I'll keep it as brief as I am able. But after some time in thought, I cannot stay silent about this any more.

I will be leaving the Isola Radiale community for good.

It is with a heavy heart that I make this decision, but I cannot say that I feel safe or comfortable with the philosophies behind recent decisions and acts of bullying on Twitter/anons that have been made in regard to other former members of this community.

I would go into the details, but I have come to realize that it just doesn't matter what I say. There is no defense or explanation that I can offer that won't be used as a way to defame my character despite any history that I might have with anyone.

But regardless, I would like a chance to explain my concerns.

I beg that changes be made to the codes of conduct of the Isola Radiale group. There is no safety for anyone as long as there is:

no safe space to engage in discourse

no three-strike system on the public rules page

no definitions as a unifying standard

no criteria for major or minor infractions

no appeal system whatsoever

no publicly detailed investigation process

no communication made to accused (which is illegal irl)

no accountability standard for the leadership

and a mindset that says: "shoot now and ask questions later."

I do understand the reasoning behind why certain things are the way that they are, specifically the zero-tolerance policy. There is a place for that, but it should never be the default for every single case.

There needs to be a list of specific and detailed criteria for the rare occurrence where a zero-tolerance ban must be made into effect, and the accused MUST be made in the know with no exceptions.

I have a huge amount of respect for how much time and effort goes into the maintenance of a group such as this. It is no easy feat to take time out of the day and dedicate it to others, especially when it is not a paying job. I would never discredit the hard work that is put into this community.

But that does not mean that there are no flaws in how things are.

Communities are made by people as much as they are made by leaders, who are also people themselves. The nature of roleplay is meant to be a cooperative environment, where we all agree we just want to have fun writing our favorite characters.

But there is fear. Fear of coming forward to point out problems that exist in order to help better the community, not harm it. The fear of being cut off from those you thought were friends is very real. At this time, I don't trust the leaders to come privately with my concerns, and I have little reason to believe that I matter in any capacity.

The simple truth is, I'm tired of being afraid.

I make this post only to notify those who I have been writing with and to make a marker of this blog's activity. I truly enjoyed writing in this space, and it was a wonderful place for me to dip my toes in the world of Tumblr roleplay.

I encourage those who remain to simply consider the bigger picture; You should be able to feel comfortable calling attention to legitimate issues without getting bullied on Twitter or being banned for it. And you have a right to be able to defend yourself and be considered seriously when being accused of something you're not.

Your voice does matter. Your safety and comfort matter. And your actions and character matter.

If you believe that because of my decision, I support morally repulsive content then you might as well ban or block me too. If you would so brazenly assume the worst in me with no evidence of such a claim, then go right on ahead.

For the record, I do not condone, engage with, or support content of a repulsive nature, nor will I ever do so. But like I said earlier, my words don't matter. I just hope the history of my actions would.

You might disagree with me entirely, and that is okay. I respect your right to do as you see fit.

I will return to this blog someday - in a few months most likely. I may continue answering indie interactions but I haven't decided on that just yet (I need some space from these events). I won't be abandoning my muse any time soon ^^

Thank you all for your time, and I wish you the very best.

[isolajobs]

NAME OF JOB: Mix Martial Arts Dojang

BLOG URL (if applicable): https://isoladojang.tumblr.com/

DESCRIPTION:  LOCATED JUST BY THE EXIT OF THE MISTWOOD

THE DOJANG IS A SCHOOL FOR THOSE LOOKING TO HONE, SHARPEN, AND LEARN NEW SKILLS IN THE ARTS OF DEFENDING ONESELF FROM DANGER.

OWNER: Yi Hansol

[sanctuarymoonsecurity]

    you might have seen an internet advertisement in spirale for a security group called ‘SANCTUARY MOON’. you might have also seen a television soap opera by the same name - which is completely unrelated and in no way violates copyright law, they say in small print on the bottom of the ad. they offer affordable, ethical security consultations, and actual bodyguard work in both spirale and security in the digital counterpart, the intraspace.      after a year-long hiatus, sanctuary moon security is reopening and rehiring! it also now has a physical location in fibonacci ward and offers paid salaries on top of individual earnings per assignment. if you previously worked for sanctuary moon or applied for a job, feel free to reapply again to be re-added!

                               HOME // F.A.Q // OPEN POSITIONS // APPLY

[wolfofthewisps]

Hello hello everybody! Whisper's been one of my more active muses lately, so I'll be posting this here. I go by Neo, though some have known me as Alex in the past, and I go by Jam in my art stuffs. (It's very confusing even to me, don't worry) I'm a 27-year old they/he/she enby. I've been in Isola for around three and a half years now, during which time I've had near constantly full muse slots, and would doubtlessly have more if I were allowed because I deleted Self-Control from my Contacts list. Current other muses in the group are Gaige the Mechromancer from Borderlands, Jester Lavorre from Critical Role, Margaret Moonlight from No More Heroes, Jinx from League of Legends/Arcane, Tatsumaki from One-Punch Man, Toph Beifong from Avatar: The Last Airbender, Eda the Owl Lady and Kikimora from The Owl House, and Anne Boonchuy from Amphibia. (Also the blog you're reading this from is Whisper the Wolf from the IDW Sonic comics)

I graduated college a little over five and a half years ago with a fine art degree concentrated in New Media and Design- lots of Adobe product stuff and some 3D was taught, though I've learned a lot more since graduating. I'm currently employed at a fast-food restaurant where I've been for far too long. =v= While working in animation, whether 2D or 3D, is my dream, I currently want to fill out a portfolio to get a job in video editing! I'm taking some online courses to get projects from, and I started a Youtube channel for video essays and such some time ago, though currently it's only for video essay, singular- only one video on there atm, about my Problematic Fave Kikimora. BUT I'm writing a script right now as a kind of follow-up to that video related to the most recent Owl House episode! Hopefully that'll be out soon and I'll get a newer video out less than eight months from now afterward. Maybe it'll even be one that isn't about a character everybody but me hates(jk, though I probably don't need much more than two hands to count how many fans she has in the fandom).

I'm a tremendous DnD fan, currently playing in two campaigns(one of which is using a homebrew Pokemon system). I also have one that I DMed, though it's been on hiatus for over a year now because of complications- hopefully everybody'll be interested in getting it started again when I'm good and ready. (I've even considered apping an NPC from the campaign here bc I've obsessed over her ever since her inception and the party hasn't even met her yet) Other hobbies include wanting to play video games and then not, drawing far too slowly, and puns.

I really like this idea!! Glad to really meet you all and I hope we can all have more fun together!

[isolaradiale]

Times were changing, and a need to act would soon be on the horizon. The Stars couldn’t for the life of them say when, but they it could be years from now. Or it could be tomorrow.

NULL’s attempt to take control of the city last May had been met with failure thanks to those that defected from its ranks, but only so much could be done to prevent another attack. If another one occurred, would they be strong enough to repel them if they could not prevent it outright? Granting all of the experiments their abilities back was a potential stopgap measure, but it had its risks.

But there was another option.

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“GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE!” A voice boomed from every radio, phone, and television on the island at once at 12am. “IT’S A NEW DAY!” Again, it was 12am. “WE HAVE A FUN LITTLE ACTIVITY FOR ALL OF YOU TO PARTICIPATE IN! OR AT LEAST ALL WHO ARE WILLING!” An unease settled over the island proper, and there was no doubt that you could hear the collective groans of everyone who had been planning on having a quiet night.

“We’ve been planning on conducting some routine maintenance. Most of it on our sweet, little Ofiuco. But also on the cannons, the EMP bla- Oh, ignore me! I’m not supposed to be talking about those! But yes, Ofiuco!” Any video devices would pan to the sky, where the familiar android could be seen hovering, but she wasn’t alone. Tens, hundreds of copies of her floated behind, practically blotting out the brightly lit moon. “These are the Ofiuclones, and they will be acting as our darling daughter’s eyes and ears for the next two week. They’ll be gathering data, making adjustments, and oh! Of course, you lot will be the data sources!”

The voice paused and made an assumption about the reaction this news had received. “Oh, don’t give me that look! It’s entirely optional this time! As optional as you’d like it to be, anyways! But I wouldn’t miss out on this if I were you, lest you want to be attacked again in the near future? Or have we all forgotten about the NULL attack of last year?”

Every cellphone in the city would light up just as the Ofiuclones in the sky disappeared. The map apps opened in tandem with one another, and a series of locations were marked. “You can check in at one of those locations to participate if you so choose. I’ve prepared an entire series of quests to take, problems to solve, and issues to address; each crafted with the intention of gathering data that will benefit the whole city in the long run, since it will allow the Stars to improve the defenses against any future attacks.”

“When you take up one of these quests, an Ofiuclone will appear to observe! Depending on the job she may be friend, neutral, or foe. She may simply watch, or she may take a more hands on approach, so be sure to read the quest carefully before you accept it! They will not bother anyone who has not accepted one of these jobs... Maybe! There’s that glitch we still need to work out...”

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EVENT OVERVIEW

In order to prepare for another attack like the one from NULL last year, the Stars have decided to test the city for data!

In essence, they want to know how everyone reacts in a time of crisis, so that their defenses can be adjusted accordingly.

In the middle of each ward is a safe zone or base camp of sorts, supplied with safe beds, medical aid, warm food, weapons for those who may need them, etc. As well, each one has a QUEST TERMINAL!

Your muse can pick a quest from the terminal and go out to complete it. Ofiuclones will stop to observe your muse, or attack them, or aid them, depending on the quest and your muse's actions.

If you need a reason for your character to participate, you can justify it by claiming the Stars took a precious item of theirs (of your choosing) that will only be returned if they opt in and complete a quest.

For instance, if your muse wouldn't be eager to help but also has a necklace they're super fond of... well, if they complete a quest, they'll get that necklace back!

Having an item taken is optional, though!

There is a very low chance that an Ofiuclone may attack your character on the street for some impromptu data even if they haven't accepted a quest. This is merely intended as a means for a character to earn participation if they would not opt in on their own. Under no circumstance will one severely injure or kill anyone.

QUESTS

A list of quests can be viewed here!

The basic quests aren’t the only ones you can do - feel free to make up your own, as long as it’s in the basic spirit of the ones we have listed!

However, you cannot make up your own star(let) quests!

There’s no limit on how many characters can do a quest, so if you see a bunch of people doing the one you wanted to do, don’t worry! You can, too. It’s all for research, after all.

We may be adding more quests later, but we’ll let you know! Keep your eyes peeled.

WHAT COUNTS AS PARTICIPATION?

We will not be counting minis as event participation during this event. This is to encourage the use of the ‘#isola open’ tag, where you can post longform open starters of two to three paragraphs. 

You do not have to participate in the event directly to earn participation, but if you opt to go this route you must write an open (not a mini) or a 500 word drabble with your character exploring why they are choosing not to participate.

Otherwise, normal threading with other members counts as it always does!

OFIUCLONE GUIDELINES

Because the Ofiuclones can be controlled by any individuals involved in a thread with which they are a part of, we’ve included several guidelines regarding what you cannot do with her. Failure to follow these may result in having your event participation revoked:

Having an Ofiuclone swear, or utilize language that is otherwise derogatory or inappropriate.

Having an Ofiuclone kill or severely injure another character. At worst one will disarm someone if necessary, they are programmed not to severely harm anyone.

Damaging or destroying an Ofiuclone is prohibited. Each clone has a natural barrier that will absorb all damage, regardless of how strong your character is. In the case that you take a quest that involves battling one, the clone will merely absorb the damage with its barrier and taking a reading. If you accumulate enough “damage points”, she will consider the job cleared. 

[lostdragonprince-blog]

“I haven’t been able to find him again... but I know hes still here somewhere.“ Hes talking about a certain Dragon, Prometheus that he still wants to get to know. Hes not as busy now that hes a little out of a job, so perhaps he could look some more.

As well as look for another job...

[solitarystudies]

Movie Review: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

So the @readerbookclub​​ read TGLAPPPS last month (you can see what I thought about the book here). But in summary, I understood the appeal of the novel but didn’t enjoy it that much. I was expecting to have a similar response to the movie, but I actually really liked it. This post is an attempt at explaining why I enjoyed it. 

First off, if you’re expecting a movie that stays true to the book, you won’t enjoy this. The creators of the film take it upon themselves to change quite a bit of the story, while maintaining the general spirit and message of the book. I know that this is something that really annoys a lot of readers, but I don’t mind it too much. I think filmmakers are entitled to add their own ideas and creativity into a film, rather than having to adhere strictly to the book. Sometimes, a direct translation from print to screen just wouldn’t make a good movie. Now that that’s out of the way, here are some of the main reasons I liked the film:

1. Mark and Juliet’s Relationship:

This is one of the most drastic differences between the two works. In the book, Juliet is dating Mark, but that’s the full extent of their relationship. Throughout the entire book, Mark is a complete and utter dick. He’s selfish and rude and never seems to genuinely care for Juliet. In the movie, however, he’s an entirely different character. He’s very loving to Juliet and showers her with gifts. And they get engaged before she leaves for Guernsey. 

This was something that @appleinducedsleep​ already talked about, so I was fully prepared for it. What I hadn’t expected was how much of a difference this would make to the story. 

I didn’t like how Mark was written in the book, and as others have pointed out, his only purpose was to create conflict. He was obviously a bad guy, and it was frustrating that it took Juliet so long to notice this. When their relationship ended, I thought “Finally!”. I didn’t have any shred of sympathy for him.

Movie Mark, however, is an absolute sweetheart. He’s a genuinely loving guy, he’s just not a good fit for Juliet. He’s not interested in literature and reading (although in the book, he’s a publisher), which clearly isn’t compatible with Juliet who’s a writer. He’s also very much a businessman, chasing a life of wealth and luxury, which Juliet doesn’t want. Despite all this, he deeply cares for her. She’s the one who doesn’t share his affection (when they break up, he asks her if she ever loved him and Juliet’s response is “I loved our time together”, pretty harsh if you ask me).

I felt that reworking the character of Mark and his role of the story was one of the main reasons I enjoyed the movie. He felt much more realistic this way, compared to the book where he came across as one dimensional and exaggerated. When Juliet breaks off their engagement, I couldn’t help sympathizing with him. I think having characters who feel real and sympathetic (even when they’re supposed to be an obstacle for the protagonist) makes for a better story.

2. Juliet’s Nosiness:

The two Juliets are also quite different. In the book, Juliet corresponds with many members of society before visiting Guernsey. They’re all aware of her arrival and there’s a huge welcoming party. In the movie, however, Juliet decides to visit without letting them know. She just shows up uninvited, and the society reacts accordingly. They act uncomfortable in her presence, especially Amelia, who doesn’t want anyone snooping around their business. This was an unexpected dynamic, but one I really enjoyed. It made Amelia feel like a much more important character, and her relationship with Elizabeth was shown through a new light. 

Movie Juliet was quite curious, and poked her nose where it didn’t belong. She kept trying to find out what happened to Elizabeth, and asked questions that were better left unasked. Although this made her character more flawed, I really enjoyed it. Juliet no longer felt like a perfect person, she was someone who isn’t always well-mannered and open-minded. One such instance is when Juliet finds out that Elizabeth had a child with a German soldier and is completely shocked. She quickly comes around, but that’s not the point. Movie Juliet messes up and makes mistakes, but she owns up to her actions and apologizes. That made her much more human to me. 

3. Isola:

Out of all the characters in the book, Isola was the one who felt the most exaggerated to me. The writers obviously wanted her to have a unique personality, but she came across like a caricature. Movie Isola, however, was a far more loveable character. She was still recognizable as the same person I had read about in the book, but more real. She sold liquor instead of  potions, wasn’t smart but didn’t come across as dull, and didn’t have a weird interest in phrenology. 

I especially loved the scene when Juliet shows up at her house late at night, and they become roommates. It showed her kindness and generosity, as well as her deep sense of loneliness. The relationship that grew between the two of them was one I thoroughly enjoyed. I just never connected with book Isola in the same way.

4. Elizabeth’s Story:

I think this is the most important point on the list. Elizabeth was a wonderful character at the core of both works. And I have to say, the book did a wonderful job of establishing her personality and everything she stood for. But, her story resonated with me more in the film. For some reason, seeing her selflessness on screen invoked emotions that I simply didn’t feel while reading the book.

Usually the book is the one that provides a deeper connection to the characters, but in this case, I was very confused while reading it. As I’ve explained before, I was too busy trying to keep up with all the characters and their individual letters to be able to really enjoy other aspects of the novel. And it seems that paying less attention to Elizabeth was a consequence of that. In the film, however, I could watch her more closely, and I loved getting to know her again. 

That’s pretty much most of it. There are a few other minor points, but they’re not worth mentioning. Having said all this, it’s important to mention that the movie did leave out many important aspects of the book (the most prominent being Remy and her story). While I understand that this meant key parts of the story were missing, I think the film was nonetheless pretty good. After all, there’s only so much you can show in two hours. 

That’s all I have for this book/movie, and I can’t wait to start our discussion next month :)

[isolavirtuosa]

All the Details

[fanfiction] Dean/Castiel

Sam wants his brother to find peace.

Read below on tumblr or read on AO3.

All the Details

Isola Virtuosa

 - 1-

  I usually stopped by Dean’s in the morning after my run.

“Hey, Sammy,” he said, holding the door open for me before I had even reached the porch.

“Hey,” I said, sweeping my sweaty hair from my eyes and pulling the earbuds from my ears.

Dean didn’t say anything else, moving abruptly towards the kitchen.

I followed him, feeling my eyebrows draw together.  He hadn’t made a comment about the pointlessness of my hobbies, the terribleness of my music, or the ridiculous longness of my hair.  “What’s up?” I asked, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the table.

“Nothing,” he said sharply, hands fumbling with the mugs he’d pulled down from the cupboard.

“Uh, okay,” I scoffed at him.

He glared at me before moving over to the coffee pot and picking it up more angrily than seemed necessary.  He clanked the mugs on the counter loudly before he filled them.

This was certainly a Dean I hadn’t seen in a long time.  Not since we’d… come here.  I wondered what could possibly have gotten him this riled up.

“Here,” he grumbled at me, pushing one of the mugs across the table.

“Thanks,” I said.  I picked up the mug and took a sip, and I waited.

Dean was still standing, shifting from one foot to the other, with his coffee just sitting between his hands, forgotten.  “So…” he said gruffly.

“So,” I agreed.

“I need to talk to you about something,” he finally said, eyes not meeting mine.

I sipped my coffee, trying to give him my best ‘I’m listening’ face without saying anything.  I didn’t want to spook him, now that it was starting to click into place.  He wasn’t angry, he was nervous, and there was only one thing I could think of that could be making him nervous.

“Cass and me…” he started to say, then immediately stopped, turning his back on me to look out the kitchen window over the sink.

I could feel myself grinning, but I hid it behind my coffee and kept my mouth shut.

Dean’s shoulders tensed like he was getting ready for a fight.

It made me a little sad that my brother still couldn’t find his peace, but I had the feeling maybe he was about to take a baby step.

“We’re together,” he ground out.

I wanted to make so very many comments.  ‘So when you say together...’  ‘Finally.’  ‘Kinda already knew that, dude.’  

The tension didn’t leave Dean’s shoulders.

“That’s really great,” I said instead.

He whirled around, annoyed.  “Really great?” he repeated irritably.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my expression as non-offensive as possible.  “You two are good for each other.”

Dean’s expression was still bordering on hateful, but there was something almost hopeful in his eyes.  “You get what I’m saying, right?” he asked, his voice tight.

“Yeah,” I said, meeting his gaze evenly.  “You and Cass are together.  Romantically.”

His nose scrunched up at that.

“As a couple,” I tried.

His eyes searched mine.

“I’m really glad,” I told him, giving him a reassuring nod.

He nodded back, looking away again.  He finally remembered the coffee in his hands and took a slow sip.

“This coffee is terrible,” I informed him, putting my mug down.

“Is it?” he asked, blinking slowly.  Then something seemed to click in his mind.  “Oh, shit, I only put half the beans in.”

I snorted at that.  “Good job, dude.”

“Fuck you, make your own damn coffee,” he grumbled.

The tension finally left the room, only to re-enter in the form of a trench coated angel.

“Oh, um, hello, Sam,” he said, looking confused.  “I was… well, I just arrived here at Dean’s home… as you must have as well… to… visit Dean…”

“I told him,” Dean muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Told him what?” Cass asked, his head tilting to the side.

“That we’re together,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Cass’s head tilted to the side.  “Well, I mean, of course we are all together in your kitchen-”

“I told him,” he repeated, giving Cass a significant look.

Cass blinked slowly.  “You mean you told him that we kissed?”

Dean looked like he was going to have a heart attack.  “We don’t need to go into all the details!”

“It’s not really all the details if it’s the only detail,” Cass said with a shrug.  “I mean, nothing else about our… ‘togetherness’ has changed.”

“Sam doesn’t want to hear about all that.”

“Actually,” I said.

Dean spun around to stare me down, trying to murder me with his eyes.

Cass just looked happy.  “Dean is very good at the kissing,” he said, pleased.

“That’s great, Cass,” I said.

“It really is,” he agreed.

“Well, I’ll just go shoot myself in the face now,” Dean muttered, putting his mug in the sink and moving to leave the kitchen.

“Dean,” I protested, hoping I hadn’t taken the teasing too far.

He ignored me, but stopped short when Cass put a hand to his chest.

“Self-harm is not funny,” Cass said sternly.

Dean rolled his eyes, but there was a strange flicker of contriteness to his expression.

“I treasure your face, as I do every other part of you,” he informed Dean, touching his cheek briefly.  “I apologize if I overshared, but Sam is the first person I have been able to express my newfound joy to.”

“You are so weird,” Dean muttered.  His cheeks were flushed red, and he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“And you are beautiful,” Cass said, taking his hand away.  “I have to get to work.  I will see you later,” he said, giving Dean a long look before turning to me.  “Sam, it was good to see you.”

“Later, Cass,” I said, waving to him even as he vanished with a whoosh.

Dean looked like he was going to spontaneously combust.

“I could use some more shitty coffee,” I said, holding up my empty cup towards him.

He scoffed at that, taking my cup hurriedly and turning his back on me while he poured.

I wanted to tease him.  The words were just sitting there, wasting away without getting any use, and it would be so easy to just open my mouth and let them out.

But Dean wasn’t ready for that.  So I took mercy on him and drank more of his terrible coffee.

One step at a time.

 - 2 -

  Mom and I were going up the porch steps to Dean’s when the door suddenly flew open.

Dean paused when he saw us, mumbled something about going out, then stomped on by us.

Cass held open the door, giving us both an apologetic look.

“What crawled up his ass?” I asked, looking over my shoulder to where Dean was stalking off towards his car.

“He’s angry that I satisfy him sexually,” Cass explained.

My head whipped back around to gawk at the annoyed-looking angel in front of me.

Cass was looking at Dean, who had stopped short and was now stalking back over to us.

I turned to Mom, relieved to find that she looked just as mortified and mystified as I did.

“Cass, can we have word?” Dean growled, pushing Cass back inside and closing the porch door.  His voice was slightly muffled by the shut door, but we could still hear him clear enough when he said, “you do not talk to other people about our private business.”

“I was just answering Sam’s question,” Castiel said, giving an innocent shrug.

“Okay, but you don’t have to answer it so damn specifically,” Dean ground out.

“How should I answer it then?” Cass asked, genuinely confused.

“I don’t know, Cass, vaguely?  Appropriately?  In a way that doesn’t involve talking about our very private se-… stuff.”

“Do they really think we can’t hear them?” Mom whispered to me.

I just shook my head, unable to look away from the car crash playing out through the glass pane of the door.

“I’m sorry, Dean, did you want to make me a list of to whom I can speak to about what topics?”

“Yeah, okay, let’s start with, ‘don’t talk to family about our sex life!’”

“Um, then who do I talk to about it?”

“Me, Cass.  You talk to me about it.”

“But you are family, so…”

“Cass.”

“And you also refuse to talk about it, so…”

“Maybe we should come back later,” Mom suggested.

I looked to her, giving her a quick nod, and we both started slowly backing away from the door.

Dean and Cass both clocked our movement and turned to look at us.

Mom and I pasted on smiles and waved awkwardly.

Cass seemed to accept that as normal enough, waving back, while Dean looked mortified and turned away.

“Do you think Dean will ever… find peace with himself?” Mom asked as we moved down the wooded path.  Her brow was creased in worry, an expression I hadn’t seen from her in a while.

“Yeah, I do,” I said, relieved to see her expression lighten at my words.  “He’ll figure it out.”

She nodded, briefly reaching out to squeeze my hand.

I tucked my arm around her shoulder as we hiked the rest of the way back to her place.

 - 3 -

  My dad, my brother, and my son were buried up to their elbows in car grease.  I’d tried holding a wrench and pretending to be useful for a while, but I found I got more enjoyment out of sitting next to Bobby, drinking beer and just watching them.

“Your kid certainly got the gene,” Bobby said, amused.

“Nature over nurture, ’cause I sure didn’t teach him any of that,” I said, shaking my head.

It was surreal to watch three generations of Winchesters, working and joking around together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was not the most natural thing in the world.  Dean and Dad still had a lot of things to work out, and it was always uncomfortable to watch them fall back into their old pattern of dutiful son and dominant father.

But this moment right here, this moment felt right.  It felt good.

My brother threw his head back, laughing at something that my son had said, and even Dad was grinning, and it felt like some kind of circle had been completed.

“Hello Sam, Bobby.”

“Hey, Cass,” I said, shooting a glance at the angel who had just appeared beside me.  “Heaven give you a day off?”

“Yes,” he said.  “I wanted to spend that time near Dean.”

“Listen to Casanova over here,” Bobby mumbled, rolling his eyes.  “Have a drink,” he said, holding a beer out to Cass.

“Have you been reciting passages from Histoire de ma vie?” Cass asked, taking the beer and looking confused.

“From the what now?” Bobby asked, shaking his head.

“Don’t mind him, Cass, he’s just miffed because Karen complained that he doesn’t look at her like you look at Dean,” I said, patting the chair next to me.

Cass took the seat, looking perplexed but pleased.  “She thinks it’s a good thing?  Because Dean tells me that the way I look at him is creepy and that I should stop, but then his adrenaline releases and his dilated blood vessels rush blood to his face, so then I’m not quite so sure that he means what he says.”

“If Dean is talking about his feelings, you can pretty much assume that he means the opposite of what he says,” I pointed out.

“Very true,” Cass agreed.  “What are you reading, Sam?”

“Hm?” I said, picking up the forgotten book from my lap.  “Hebrew Melodies.”

“Ah, Lord Byron,” he said, nodding his head.  “His portrayal of my brothers and sisters in his works has always intrigued me.”

So Cass and I started discussing the Romantic poetry movement, which soon found Bobby excusing himself to ‘show the idjits how to repair a goddamn engine properly’.

At some point Dad came over to get a beer, only to find that the cooler was empty.  “How are we supposed to get anything done?” he muttered, moving off towards the house.

“Yeah, why is the guy who’s immune to alcohol drinking all our beers?” Dean teased, finally coming over to greet Cass now that Dad wasn’t here.

“It’s part of the male bonding experience,” Cass said, his face lighting up from my brother’s attention.

Dean shook his head and crooked his finger at him.

Cass easily interpreted the gesture and handed over his beer to him.

Dean took it, taking a long swig before giving it back.  “Thought you were off doing angel stuff.”

“I was able to delegate some of my tasks to my underlings.”

“My angel has underlings,” Dean said with a snort, holding his hand out again.

Cass obediently passed him his beer, their fingers lingering as the bottle switched hands.

“We’re probably just gonna be doing car stuff all day,” Dean said, taking a drink.  “Might be boring for you.”

“Sam and I were actually having a very interesting conversation.”

“Yep, definitely do not want to know what you nerds were talking about.”

“Oh, I will be sure to give you all the details later,” Cass said, pleased with his attempt at being sardonic.

“Is that right?” Dean hummed, his voice dropping a little lower.

I’d been watching Bobby and my Dean talking animatedly over a carburetor, feeling that strong pull of family, but now I found my eyes flicking over to my brother and his angel.

Dean was flirting with Cass.  In public.  On purpose.

I never thought I’d live to see the day.  Which, technically, I hadn’t, but it was still a sight to behold.  The fingers brushing lingeringly over the neck of the bottle, the smoldering eyes, the little tilt to Dean’s mouth.  I’d seen it all play out before in a thousand different bars.  And yet somehow this was completely new and different.

Dean wasn’t trying to charm some random girl into bed.  It seemed like all he wanted was to make Cass smile, and he appeared to be succeeding wildly.

And then his hand was suddenly pulling away, his shoulders tensing as Dad reappeared, reloading the cooler with beer.

Mom was with him, shaking her head and muttering about the excessive testosterone out here.  She took a couple of beers over to Bobby and Dean, cracking one open herself and looking at the carburetor.  Then she was pushing up her sleeves and getting in there with the rest of them.

“I better… get back over there…” Dean said uncertainly.

“Go,” Cass said, smiling at him easily.  “I’ll be waiting.”  Cass was always patient with Dean when he knew he couldn’t handle being pushed.

Dean went back over to the car, completely missing the look that Dad was giving him.

It wasn’t the look of disgust that he was anticipating.

Dad wasn’t stupid.  Just because Dean hadn’t told him didn’t mean that he didn’t know.  But it still sent a message, and Dad was receiving it loud and clear.

Dad and Dean had a long way to go.

Good thing we had all the time in the world.

“Family is complicated,” Cass mused.

“Sometimes,” I agreed.

“I like our family, though,” he decided.

“I like it, too.”

 - 4 -

  The sun had barely crept up over the horizon when I finished my run and stopped by Dean’s.  I knocked on the door and was surprised when it was Cass who answered.

“Good morning, Sam,” he said.  “Would you like to come in?  Dean is still sleeping.”

I snorted at that.  As much as Dean liked to mock me for running (“dude, your body is literally incorporeal, who are you trying to impress?”), he couldn’t seem to let go of his own human habit of sleeping (“it’s just nice to reset sometimes, Sammy”).

“I’m learning how to make eggs and bacon,” Cass informed me as I took my usual seat at the table.

“Oh?” I said, pulling out a paperback.

“Would you like to try some?”

“…sure…?” I said, not really sure at all.  Angels who thought food just tasted like molecules did not in general good chefs make.

“Dean says my previous attempt was edible,” he said as a way of encouragement.

“Edible, great,” I said.  “That’s definitely something I look for in the food I’m eating.”

“I will do my best,” Cass said solemnly, pulling some eggs from the fridge and moving over to the stove.

I flipped open my book and started reading.

The kitchen was actually starting to smell pretty good, which must have awoken the beast.  Dean came trudging into the kitchen, eyes half-closed, and immediately attached himself to Cass, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and leaning his chin heavily on his shoulder.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Cass said.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Dean mumbled, pressing his face into his neck.  Then there were the soft, very unmistakable sounds of lips against skin.

“Good morning, Dean,” Cass said, turning towards him enough to be able to press a kiss to his forehead.  “Sam is here.”

Dean’s body went rigid.

I didn’t look up from my book.  “Morning.”

He hesitated.

I flipped the page and continued reading.

“Morning,” he said, letting out a slow breath and relaxing back into Cass.

“I put a pot of coffee on, so it should be ready any minute,” Cass said.

“Thank you,” Dean mumbled, still not sounding quite awake.  Then he tilted his head up and murmured something that was for Cass’s ears only.

Of course, Cass always had to give the game away.  “I love you, too.”

Dean hummed a pleased noise, kissed him on the cheek, then slowly disentangled himself and went to sit at the table across from me.

The coffee maker buzzed, and Cass shuffled over to it.  “Sam, would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

He filled two mugs and placed them in front of us on the table.

“Thanks,” Dean said, letting their fingers brush over the mug before finally picking it up and taking a drink.  His nose wrinkled, and he immediately put the mug down.  “Cass, how do you mess up coffee?”

“I followed the instructions exactly,” Cass protested, brow furrowing.

“And the bacon is burning,” Dean pointed out.

“Is it?” he asked, turning the look back at the stove.  “Oh, so it seems.”

Dean’s smile as he looked down at the table was something I hadn’t seen in a very long time.  “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, shaking his head but still grinning.

“I’m cute?” Cass asked.  He sounded confused as he tried scraping the burnt bacon from the pan.

“As a button,” I supplied, which only added to Cass’s confusion.

“Is there some kind of intrinsic cuteness to circular plastic that fastens clothes?”

“Don’t get him started,” Dean grumbled at me, because apparently he was the only one who could use phrases that Cass didn’t understand.

I grinned at him.  “But you and your boyfriend are just so adorable.”

“Shut up,” he growled into his coffee.  His cheeks flushed, but there was no forthcoming denial or objection to my word choice.

Cass blinked slowly.  It hadn’t gotten past him either, but he just smiled and took the victory quietly as he slid a plate in front of me and then Dean.

I eyed the burnt bacon and the questionably runny eggs, but I gave Cass a smile and a thank you before taking a very careful bite.

“How many times do I have to remind you that salt and sugar are two different things,” Dean grumbled into his eggs.

"Dean, I am perfectly aware of the significant structural difference between salt and sugar,” Cass said, rolling his eyes.  “Only humans would think that they are even remotely similar.”

“Then why do you keep putting sugar in my damn eggs!”

“I think the sweet texture is nice,” he said with a shrug.

Dean leaned his head back, his eyes practically rolling up into his head.  “You and me are doing another cooking lesson.”

“I look forward to it.”

“The sweetness is actually kind of nice,” I offered.

Cass beamed at me while Dean glared.

“Okay, well, thanks for breakfast, but my wife should be getting home soon and I’d like to be there when she arrives,” I said, pushing my empty plate aside.

“Sammy’s whipped,” Dean informed Cass, then made the accompanying wrist snapping gesture and sound effect.

“Sounds painful,” Cass said, turning to me in concern.

“I’m pretty sure Dean is the one who is whipped,” I said.

Dean looked like he wanted to protest, but every time he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

“Thought so,” I said, pushing away from the table.

“Dean, is someone hurting you?” Cass asked, even more concerned.

“Really, Sam?” Dean said, gesturing to Cass’s distraught expression.

“Don’t worry, Cass,” I said, patting his shoulder as I walked by.  “Dean’s safe word is rhubarb.”

“Shut up, man,” Dean grumbled, but there was no bite to it.

“Why does he need a sa-” Cass started to say, and suddenly went quiet.

I glanced over my shoulder to see the two of them exchanging a very long, meaningful look.

“Send our love to Eileen,” Cass said, but he was still staring at Dean, and I had the feeling I may have started something.

“Of course,” I said, making my exit.  “Later.”  I didn’t need the details of whatever this all was.

I didn’t receive a reply, though Dean suddenly let out a bark of laughter.

“Shhh,” Cass was saying, but it sounded like he was trying not to laugh, too.  “Goodbye, Sam.”

I closed the door behind me, feeling a smile tug at my lips as I started towards home.

[shadowbringcr]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.  

NAME.  Lycelle Astarinn

NICKNAME(S). Most prefer to use Ly.

ALIAS(ES).  [takes a deep breath and reads off a list]  The Warrior of Light/Darkness, Blessed by Hydaelyn, Slayer of Primals/Eikons, Bane of the Imperial Legions, Eorzea's Champion, Savior of Ishgard, Rider of Dragons, Khagan of the Azim Steppes, Liberator of Ala Mhigo and Doma, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Stealer of Pants. Azem.

AGE.  Currently Thirty One!

SPECIES. Wildwood Elezen

PRONOUNS. she/they.

ORIENTATION.  Bisexual.

ZODIAC.   Based on the Eorzean calendar, Azeyma. Gregorian calendar conversions would put her under Virgo.

MORAL ALIGNMENT.   Chaotic Good

ABILITIES / POWERS.  Granted the Blessing of Light as well as The Echo, and a prodigious mage besides. In Isola she is job locked to Dark Knight so she can’t flex as much but her talent can be seen in how she wields darkness. Can carry around a giant sword like it’s nothing, and it’s pretty impressive. 

INTERESTS.  Traveling and trying out different kinds of foods. Stargazing and gardening. Is interested in alchemy and magic systems in general. 

FEARS. Helplessness - having no control or power over her situation. Losing friends and loved ones again. Not knowing the whole truth and the consequences of it.

GUILTY PLEASURES.  loves a good fight - spars and fighting monsters are some of her favorite ways to cool off. closeted in her unrelenting thirst for power.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.   Is fluent in Eorzean/Common Tongue and the Allagan dialect. Is currently trying to learn Dragonspeak. Regardless, her Echo allows her to transcend words and communicate freely without language barriers.

PROFESSION.   Most known as an adventurer and Scion, Lycelle’s other occupation is that of a Third Astral Era archaeologist with a focus on aetherology (term pending...? koji fox i need your help)

BODY TYPE.  Really damn tall, even amongst Elezen. Her build used to be skinny, but has toned muscles thanks to adventuring experience.

HEIGHT.  6'6.8"

COLORS.   Purples and reds are her go-tos. Black and white as well, considering how they go well with anything.

DRINKS. A tea person, but will try out anything. Is extremely wary of drinks offered by strangers - she carries a reagent that could detect harmful substances in them at all times.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?  Loves them. But again, will not drink anything that she isn’t sure of its preparation.

SMOKES?  Not interested.

DRIVERS LICENSE?  So about this really super cool thing Cid just had me pilot -

EVER BEEN ARRESTED? They can try.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Something New To Read?

A 4th list of graphic novel series I’m loving right now.

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31) LADY KILLER

The 50′s era housewife/assassin we’ve all been lusting after, ladies.  Balancing missions and meatloaf, she does an amazing job of keeping her husband in the dark about her deeds. (2 Volumes; Ongoing?)

[Pretty much exactly how I headcanon TF2 Scout’s mother]

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32) GLITTERBOMB

Hollywood lures in young women, uses them up and spits them out. The people who treated them poorly rise to fame, and they are forgotten... unless something that feeds on that Pain, that Fear, that Hurt, whispers pretty dreams of revenge into their ears... (2 Volumes; Ongoing?)

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33) ZODIAC STARFORCE

Magical girls for a millennial age, when things are not so simple. An Astronomy-themed taskforce that could kick your teeth in, facing off against threats mere humans could not fathom on their best day. (2 Volumes; Ongoing)

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34) Generation Zero

If you need help, and you call loud enough... then you might be heard by a rogue team of super teens. Something about this town isn’t right, and Keisha needs help to get to the bottom of it. (2 Volumes; Completed?).

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35) The EMPTY

Humanity forced apart and left to evolve in different climes; the world has changed drastically, and so has the people it houses. Something is poisoning the desert... and only a small band of bipeds can locate the source. (1 Volume; Ongoing).

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36) ALTERS

A young transwoman discovers she is an Alter, someone with atypical powers, and seeks to help those around her whilst maintaining a male facade at home for her own safety. (2 Volumes; ongoing).

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37) TREES

Aliens dropped giant metallic pillars around the globe with no pattern, reason or rhyme. For ten years, people remained wary, fascinated, afraid, reverent... and still the majority did nothing. Black flowers are appearing, what does it all mean? (2 Volumes; Ongoing).

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38) SAGA

The universe divided in a war that began between a planet and its moon; so long since removed, passed on the armies for hire and allies willing to die for some meaningless reason. The Wings and the Horns, their allies and mercenaries on either side die on planets and in space for this War... and yet, a two soldiers break the rules about fraternising with the enemy. Their only goal is to keep their little secret from the rest of the world, and brave parenthood without the universe turning its guns in their direction. (9 Volumes; Ongoing).

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39) BITCH PLANET

Have a brain? An opinion? Don’t smile enough? Tell him No? Dare to be fat? Like girls? Dare to be the girl you really are? Can you read more than magazines? Are you not appropriately ethnic, according to the legal standards handed down by ‘the Fathers’? Well, you’ve bought yourself a ticket to Bitch Planet penitentiary, no women are allowed to have personalities or be individuals in this conservative paradise! But that’s the thing... when you put a bunch of angry, clever, fast, individualised ladies in the same place... they get to thinking, perhaps this is a load of bullshit and we should burn the world down? (2 Volumes; Ongoing)

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40) ISOLA

A curse, a princess, her warrior handmaid, and a singular hope for a cure...  (1 Volume; Ongoing).

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41) ELFQUEST

Elfquest, a tale of Elves like you have never seen before. This is a story of love, loss, pain, hate, fear, family, blood and joy that has spanned literal decades.

A world of Two Moons that is so deeply steeped in magic and emotion, characters you cannot help but love or despise, couples and trios that you would die for. Wolves that are bonded to their elfin riders, who hunt alongside them and see them as part of the pack; and other elves who feel kindred to the birds, and yet others /////////////////!

You can also read the original series/comics online, at the efquest site. Changing pages is a tad slow, but worth it to get a good feel for the storyline!

Also, in the past 2-3 years, the FINAL QUEST came out:

We finally find out what happens to the beloved Wolfriders, in this strange new world...

[exaliant]

GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

can be used for RP  &&  non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen

1. FIRST NAME  : gigi

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF  : one time, as a child, i apparently consumed like a brick of grilling charcoal???

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON  : eyebrows...and i guess im not immune to tall + built people, i guess. i dont really think too hard about that stuff though irl haha? me? attractive in kind? (yes i know i can just ogle celebrities or something but consider: meh)

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF  : oh potatoes full stop

5. A FOOD YOU HATE  :  sorry coleslaw but i just cannot stand you. its not even much of a flavor thing the flavor’s fine but the texture is SO easy to throw me off

6. GUILTY PLEASURE  :  true crime docs

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN  :  sweats and a tee

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS  :  bold of you to assume im fling material

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE  ,  WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE  :  everything before 2016 ‘gigi thats not one thing’ ‘its a bulk purchase’ 

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON  :  nnnot really mostly because I’ve had issues with being overbearing in the past with people when i was a teenager and I’m literally so embarassed to put anyone even close to through that again i just dont

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN  :  promare I REALLY want to watch again + i’ve watched paprika twice and probably see myself going back in for a third run tbh (and i guess if you want stuff that I’ve watched Way More Than Twice if you wanna count bender’s big score / bender’s game / beast with a billion backs / into the wild green yonder ....uh....i really have seen those way too often LMAO)

12. FAVORITE BOOK  : I’m not allowed to say count of monte cristo anymore because i bought a copy all these years later + haven’t gotten back to reading it SDHGSHDG LOVED it in high school though. The kind of humor in Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and Good Omens? thats my jam

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE  : well aside from cats bc i love these fuzzy little bastards uhhhh a gecko or a snake!

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS   (  IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG  ,  YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL  )  :  by no means see this list as solicitation this is just my jams for my muse--

dimitri/sylvain, dimitri/claude, dimitri/yuri (yes my dimitri muse has a type. shut up), dimitri/felix and.....dimitri/lorenz

15. PIE OR CAKE  :  cake

16. FAVORITE SCENT  :  oooogh i LOVE the scent of coffee. cafes are catnip to me

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH  : idk lizzo? sunmi?? (im still having a crisis over sunmi’s guitar solo i don’t even consider myself a dedicated kpoppie by any stretch of the imagination)

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO  : canada. maybe nyc again. but canada

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT  : ambivert i think? i crave personal interaction but i also can’t do it in high doses i suck

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY  : i hate jumpscares and literally couldn’t sleep the night i learned about slenderman for the first time but i used to wave ‘hi’ at haunted house monsters as a teenager so idk dude it’s a toss-up

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID  : android

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES  : i, mun behind dimitri alexandre blaiddyd of fire emblem: three houses (2019) for nintendo switch here in isola, have never played a video game

23. DREAM JOB  : I wanted to be a production sort of artist once but eh. ehhh

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS  :  pay off my loans, give my family enough for a nice cushion, fuck off to canada

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE  : dimitri alexandre blaiddyd. can’t stand that greasy little white boy

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER  : well i certainly love surprising people with jojo knowledge that seems to come out of thin air

tagged by  :  yoinked

tagging  : hey yoink it yourself!! be gay do crime

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NAME OF JOB: The Dream Theatre

BLOG URL: dreamtheatric

DESCRIPTION: A service in the Cotes Ward that offers dreams tailored to every client exactly as they want them. Simply fill out the form and enjoy your chosen fantasy while you sleep.

OWNER: Varisella Stilou