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puckpocketed · 3 months ago

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29/06/2023 - the Montreal Canadiens select Jacob Fowler 69th overall | y // 1/09/2023 - Inside the Canadiens Draft Meetings, 2023

Jacob Fowler — an introduction, a collection of media

I’ll give you three shooters, and you can tell me if they’re righty, lefty, passer, or shooter. Perfect. Okay. Harvey, Chicago? He’s a passer. He’s a lefty. Lefty. (pause) Perron? Perron’s a shooter and he’s a righty. He’s got a really good shot. Fine? Fine’s a righty. Didn’t see too much of him this year. I’d say he’s a — he’s probably more of a passer, yeah. So you know your stuff. I do. You could probably go up and down the whole USHL and I could name… righty, lefty… Okay, now, how did you… When did you start studying it like that? I don’t think it was ever a ‘study’ as much as just — not even a photo memory �� just; you play against those guys and if you want to stop those guys, you’re going to figure out real quick if he’s a righty or a lefty if you want to stop the puck. I mean you can’t… You can’t play your short side wrong if it’s a righty on his one side or a lefty on the other side, so… I think if you don’t know what hands they are, or if they’re a shooter or a passer, you’re not going to be very successful.

[Fowler at the scouting combine, speaking to a Canadiens psychologist] But I’m more interested in the guy who’s really inside, right? Yeah. Tell me about him. Tell me what makes him friggin’ tick. I’ve been, y’know, doubted and… Yeah! Here we go! I’ve had to prove people wrong my entire career. Of course you have, yeah! I sat in my living room in a shirt and tie with my whole family and watched, y’know, five or six hours of the entire OHL [Ontario Hockey League] Draft, the entire USHL [United States Hockey League] Draft and — to never see your name pop up on that screen is… It’s a pretty crappy feeling. To know that you played in the National Championship, you played in the national tournament twice; you’ve won just about every youth championship you could win in North America… To never be talked to, or to never see your name pop up is — it’s terrible. I don’t read too much into the different awards, but… To win the award of Goalie of the Year in this league that I was undrafted [in] — nobody wanted me. There were 16 teams and not a single one of them wanted me. I had to go out and prove that, every single night, that you messed with the wrong guy and Youngstown was just fortunate enough that I ended up in their corner. That feeling sticks with me every day, and… The last thing I want is any organisation to look back and wish they would’ve taken a chance on me because all I’ve done is prove people wrong.

Where do I even begin with Jacob Fowler? Scouts and pundits and fans have taken note — the Canadiens have had a distinct vision with their past few drafts under the Kent Hughes regime: culture and character. Jacob Fowler is yet another piece. In what I figure is typical Montreal media fashion, he's being hailed as the next goalie-of-the-future, as Carey Price come again. Big hair, big expectations, and a big fucking chip on his shoulder — that's Jacob Fowler. Also Jacob Fowler: a goalie who has always performed, always been at the bleeding edge of every leader board, a goalie who makes every net his.

The stats are the least notable thing about Fowler. Plenty of young goalies have put up good stats. It's not about his sv%, for me. It's about all the rest of it. It's the candidness with which he tells his story. It's the intensity of his complexes — borne from years of being overlooked.

Jacob Fowler rattles off skaters and their tendencies and thinks of it as a given that you should know these things by rote if you want to make saves. Jacob Fowler knows how good he is, he remembers every single instance where he'd been ignored when it came time to pick, and he's seemingly simmered this anger for just as long as he's understood it. That's what makes me care.

There's love of the game, and there's this. He's a fascinating case study: undeniably elite, yet somehow passed over again and again; confident and on the verge of cocky; calm, but only in the way the surface of a rip current hides it's pull. He's picking a fight with everyone who doubted him each time he gets in net. He's looking at the yawning chasm of where Carey Price used to be and he's going to jump. Against the searing lights of playing in Montreal? He says, "I don't think I could write the script any better. I want to be a Montreal Canadien, and I want to win a Stanley Cup for them. As a competitor, I don't want it to be easy. I think — I want the bright lights, I want the big stage, and y'know I said earlier pressure is a privilege."

It might all be bluster. It might be a media-trained, canned response. I was convinced.

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[Exchange between the Canadiens' scouting team] Martin Lapointe: So, Billy, you're saying you would put Fowler ahead of [redacted]? Bobby Ryan: Yes, 100%. Fowler shows up every time and wins. It's, it's like almost — it's crazy. No one's saying Fowler was 'good' growing up. He was the best growing up. He's (redacted goalie) not better than Fowler. Like if we're playing a game right now and I said, "Alright, I'm gonna — you pick your team, we all got..." Vincent Riendeau: We're talking about the NHL today? They're not facing the NHL today. These guys will face them at 24, 25. BR: I know, but what I'm saying... He's ready — he already mastered... He's mastered his position. The other guys haven't. They have the tools. They haven't figured out in their head how to fuckin' win games. This kid does it. He's been doing it since he was like 10 years old. And he wants to do it. [...] We're all working towards the same goal. We're trying to win a Stanley Cup and... I'd want the kid who wins the most. Never been not the top goalie, ever. Ever. Look at the numbers. He's never not been the top goalie in the entire league. Not like — not the starter. He's never not been the highest save percentage in every league he's ever been in. VR: I can't deny it... I can't — but... BR: I just think we're going to regret not taking this kid.

I'm cheering for Jacob Fowler not because I think it's a sure-fire bet — he might never make it, and more promising prospects have fizzled out before — I'm cheering for him because I'm unbelievably excited to see him try.

#JACOB FOWLER BE UPON YE!!!#alternate title while i was working on this: fowler propaganda post #there's like.... 4-5 more posts left in me probably. a web weave about it at some point when i figure out how i want to approach it #transcripts are mine and ough i did in fact get goosebumps watching fowler's section of the video <3 #jacob fowler #montreal canadiens #habs lb #puck!gif #puck!script #p!gif:habs #primers #my writing #nhl gifs #nhledit #hockeyedit

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dailydemonspotlight · 7 months ago

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Decarabia - Day 21

Race: Fallen

Alignment: Neutral-Chaos

April 18th, 2024

The greatest demonic compendium, the Ars Goetia, holds many strange demons, but one sticks out to many as the most peculiar; the sentient pentagram, and our demon of the day, Decarabia. An iconic design in the series, this demonic starfish has appeared in many SMT games, almost always as a fallen race demon, yet his role in the goetic grimoire is... bizarre, to say the least.

Decarabia is the 69th (nice? sorry, i just had to.) demon listed in the grimoire, and his description gives way to him being incredibly bizarre. Described as a pentagram star when first summoned, this Marquis of Hell's purpose is effectively as a treasurer and jeweler, providing his summoner with the ability to understand the value of any gems and gold in their possession when presented to the demon. As the lesser key of Solomon puts it,

"He appeareth in the Form of a Star in a Pentacle, ⭐, at first, but after, at the command of the Exorcist, he putteth on the image of a man. His office is to discover the Virtues of Birds and Precious Stones."

But what's that about birds? Well, I have no idea! Next to his ability to appraise gold, Decarabia provides his summoner with the ability to commune with birds, as well as being able to conjure a bird familiar to do one's bidding. Decarabia is strange, even by the standards of the grimoire, with his reign being defined mostly by a control over things that could either be done by a human, or are mostly useless!

However, I do have to admit, I respect the hustle. As the sixty-ninth demon in the grimoire, it's quite clear that Solomon was likely running out of good demons to summon, given that it finishes at 72 (Joke shamefully stolen from Tony4You.) Decarabia's entire existence is bizarre to me, yet also fascinating, a Marquis of Hell whose entire domain is based around things that most people could already do, or would have next-to-no interest in.

In SMT, though, this misfet marquis is given some much needed love- his design, a demonic starfish with an eye in the center, is about as good a design they could get given how vague most descriptions in the Ars Goetia are, and is iconic in its own right- you show even a casual Persona fan this star pentacle and they'll recognize him right away. Of note, of course, is his appearance in SMT III, wherein he's found in the city of Ginza waiting for the arrival of his best bud Forneus, who you murdered earlier that week. I gotta wonder if he ever found out about the untimely fate of his friend.

Overall, in spite of his domain being small and nigh-useless, this misfit starfish has won many an SMT fan's heart, and I'm no different. Decarabia my beloved.

#shin megami tensei #megaten #smt #persona #daily #decarabia #ars goetia #the tony4you influence is really rubbing off lmao #the goetia is insane to read through but decarabia was short and sweet #still #couldn't his job had been done by like.#any gem appraiser??

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wen-kexing-apologist · 11 months ago

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✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles, thank you! this was a fun review and I was interested to see how many times my favorite post and the most popular post coincided (or didn't)

January

I wasn’t writing meta

February

Most popular: Heart’s Confrontation- the scene breakdown that started it all!

Favorite(s): Heart’s Confrontation, Moonlight Chicken Sign Language Index- I really had a lot of fun figuring out the similarities and differences in American Sign Language and Modern Thai Sign Language!

March

Most popular: Best Criers in Moonlight Chicken- it's funny, short, and sweet

Favorite(s): Moonlight Chicken is for the Queers, Isn’t it Difficult to be Born Poor?- I loved writing these so much!

April

Most popular: A plea for Akk to have unrestrained summer fun

Favorite(s): Bed Friend and Reflections Part 3; Songkran, Water, and KingUea- Not to sound egotistical or anything, but I was really proud of myself for the conclusions I came up with in both of these pieces

May

Most popular: Silence- I think this was one of the only things I wrote in May

Favorite(s): Silence- THE ACTING IS JUST SO GOOD OKAY?

June

Most popular: By/For/About Queers Part 1 and Part 2- these only have the most notes because this was originally a post from @absolutebl that I added thoughts to, so most of those notes are from them

Favorite(s): Phupa and internalized homophobia Part 1 and Part 2- it was really fun getting to unpack my past assumptions about Phupa and work through those until I came out the other side with a new blorbo.

July

Most popular: Lack of Touch in BMF

Favorite(s): Rain, BL Boys, and Reciprocity; Trans Allegory in Cupid’s Last Wish; Body Language in La Pluie, Episode 12- I especially liked Rain and Reciprocity because I think it has really shaped how I watch shows since then because I want to see if my theory holds.

August

Most popular: Only Friends, Boston, and Queer Culture

Favorite(s): Only Friends, Boston, and Queer Culture, Pause for Reflection, Part 1: Respectable Promiscuity and Only Friends- listen, I was going to write boring, academic, cited work about sex/porn as a joke, okay? I didn't expect people to actually engage with them as excitedly as they did!

September

Most popular: A Must Read- I give all credit for the success of this post to the Teen Vogue author who wrote the article and to @waitmyturtles who sent this link to me

Favorite(s): Pause for Reflection, Part 2: Only Friends, Racism, and the Commodification of Queer Asians; Poor Boy; Who is Mew Anyway?- Honestly, I had a wonderful time writing all the essays for Only Friends

October

Most popular: Best Scene in Only Friends and Why it was Sand and Nick Kissing

Favorite(s): Let’s Talk About Sex!, Why I Like BL, Physicality of Characters- the sex essay for my 69th essay was fun, and hilariously appropriate because I had recently answered the physicality question and could use it as an example

November

Most popular: Physical Touch and Hands in Last Twilight- It made me feel so warm and fuzzy that people would notice I wasn't posting about this show and want to hear from me <3

Favorite(s): IS BROTHER ANURAK THE ONE ARMED MAN?- I will never reach a higher high than when my obsession with hands finally paid off and I figured this shit out a month in advance of Part 2, I'm a motherfucking genius

December

Most popular: Hands Touching Hands- I love throwing in complete key smash type of analysis from time to time as a treat cause I keep forcing people to read literal long-form essays all the fucking time (sorry, not sorry)

Favorite(s): Top 5 Favorite Food Moments, Best of QL 2023: Favorite Lines, Best of QL pre-2023: Favorite Lines- I love when I can cause people emotional pain, and all of these not only stabbed me in the heart but took a couple of people down with me as far as I can tell from the tags.

It's wild to have done this, because I haven't really been keeping an eye on my stats until now. I've made almost 400 original posts this year, and increased my notes by 25,000 annually looking at 2023 compared to 2022. I have been a lonely little tumblr goblin since 2012. I came on here to read other people's smart thoughts about things I was watching and to reblog gifs, and I never really thought building community here was possible, but here I am 11 months after making my first BL analysis post with a bunch of friends I didn't know a year ago, and about 20 more lenses through which I watch my silly little gay shows.

tagging: @bengiyo, @ranchthoughts, and @rocketturtle4

#tag game #2023 summary #moonlight chicken #ofts #be my favorite the series #mlc #la pluie the series #os2 x bbs x atots #a tale of thousand stars #atots #my ride the series #bed friend #bed friend the series #our dining table #bokura no shokutaku

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kao-tika · 7 months ago

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hi again! ✨ here’s another fic rec, this time about fics that are based off movies or books let me know what you think 🎞️📚🩷

☆ Who Painted the Moon Black by throughthedark

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don't know. It just does.”

Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six's victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven's victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

notes: this is one of my favorite fics of all time, you don’t have to be a big HG fan to enjoy this story ( but if you are i think it’s very accurate to the saga) so beautifully written and so gut wrenching in equal parts, amazing ending, cannot recommend it enough <3

☆ Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

notes: checking the fic again for this rec I can’t find if it said it explicitly BUT this one gives mayor top gun vibes throughout the whole story, a really fun and cute fic

☆ The Afterlife Fic (The Best I Ever Had in My Entire Life... Or Death) by LovingCup

AU- After dying in an accident, Louis Tomlinson arrives in the Afterlife. Not Heaven and not Hell, Louis finds himself in Judgment City UK: a pristine city where the food and entertainment are divine and the newly departed must undergo a Review of their life on Earth to determine if they have lived a life worthy of advancement in the universe, or if they must be returned to Earth to be born again in a new body.

On his first full day in the Afterlife, Louis meets Harry Styles, and the two have an instant connection. Over the course of their Reviews, they fall in love and begin to find that even though they didn't know each other on Earth, they are nonetheless linked to one another in perfect ways. Both are hoping to move ahead in the universe together, but they are challenged with the threat of separation if one or both of them is sent back to Earth to be born again.

Loosely based on the Albert Brooks' film "Defending Your Life" starring Brooks and Meryl Streep. One scene in particular is drawn from the movie, but other than that scene and the general concept, this story veers far away from the film. There were no blowies in the 1991 movie, I swear!

notes: another one of my favorites! for what I remember, a long read, but so worth it. This story touches on topics of grief, loss, love, life and fears through the life of Louis and Harry and how they navigate their relationship in the afterlife (ends good).

☆ You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness (Can I Be Close to You?) by sideofzemblanity

Busy picturing Harry’s stupid face on the stupid dummy, Louis goes through a series of kicks before returning to a low guard and cycling through punches. Harry’s still talking, gesturing with his hands as he rounds Louis, standing to his back. “You do a few butt-shaping exercises, tighten this up a little bit,” he smacks Louis’ arse and the omega freezes while Harry cheerfully continues, “you could pull this off.”

“You know what?” Louis snaps, lifting on his tiptoes to get the leverage so he can wrap his arm around the alpha’s neck, forcing him to bend in half while Louis locks him in a chokehold. “Pull this off,” he snarls. They stagger over a few steps, Louis gritting his teeth as Harry tries to break free. “Is it because Payne hates me?” he complains, voice edging on an annoyed whine, “Or is it, like, an omega thing?”

Too late, Louis realizes that Harry has got a grip on his leg and this time as he pulls against Louis’ hold, it loosens, the alpha lifting him in the air before slamming his back into the mat, breaking Louis’ grip completely. Harry kneels on the mat, hovering over him with a sneer, “Don’t kid yourself. Nobody thinks of you that way.”

aka the Miss Congeniality ABO AU nobody asked for

notes: SOOO funny, has a little bit of angst, friends to lovers, a short read so you don’t have excuses;)

☆ Come My Love Again by softfonds

Harry Styles is handsome, clever, and rich. At least that’s what his friends say of him. He also thinks of himself as a matchmaker in Highbury, pairing people together when he finds the time. But when the arrival of a certain gentleman flips Harry’s world on its head, he starts to question everything that was once all too familiar to him, including his relationship with his good friend, Mr. Tomlinson. An Emma AU.

notes: I really enjoyed the little bit of angst on this fic, i think it’s omegaverse if i don’t remember it wrong?. enjoy of Louis being a classic gentlemen

☆ In The Still Of The Night by jacaranda_bloom

In a society where omegas are expected to follow a predetermined path, Louis strives for more; for his voice to be heard, for recognition, for true love.

In a world where your past defines your future, Harry fights against the system; for equality, for a different life, for acceptance.

When their two worlds collide, will they be beaten down by conformity or will they rise up and forge a new path together?

OR the Dirty Dancing AU where Louis is a feisty omega who wants to change the world, Harry is an alpha from the wrong side of the tracks, and nobody puts Louis in a corner.

notes: the fic that I didn’t know I need, is dirty dancing with larry do I really need to say more?

☆ in a world alone by falsegoodnight

Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him.

Because the swan is gone.

And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen.

A Swan Lake AU

notes: a really cute one shot, fairy tale vibes ;)

☆ hold on to your heart by falsegoodnight

“Come here for a second.”

Harry’s brows furrow, glancing aside like he thinks Louis may be talking to someone else. Louis jerks his head beside him, impatient, and the alpha steps into the room cautiously.

Louis turns back to Royce and Hunt who are staring at him in confusion. He pastes a pleasant smile onto his face, clasping his hands together. “Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in…” He clears his throat. “But there is something you should know.”

“What is this, Louis?” Royce asks, exchanging a look with Hunt.

Taking a few steps backward until he is beside a very bewildered looking Harry, Louis takes a deep breath. “We are, uh –” He reaches out and touches Harry’s arm. You cannot actually be doing this, he thinks. But then he does. “We are getting married.”

The Proposal AU, where Louis is the no-nonsense editor in chief of one of the largest publishing houses in the country, and Harry is the unlucky assistant that gets roped into a fake engagement to prevent his boss from being deported. Things don't go as planned.

notes: really funny and cute I enjoyed reading it sm!!

☆ through chaos as it swirls, it’s us against the world by sweetfairydreams

corporal styles is sent on a suicidal mission, at his hands the lives of hundreds of men that are going straight into a trap. he ends up finding louis, the french and most beautiful boy he ever seen, and a baby, in a basement of a dead city.

based on the movie 1917

notes: a cute and wholesome story <3

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#ao3 feed larry #harry styles #larry fanfiction #larry fic rec #louis tomlinson #fetus larry #larry stylinson #omegaverse #one direction

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gay-disabled-characters-showdown · 1 year ago

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Bloopers Pt. 1

Miscellaneous/Funny Submissions (Pt. 1)

This will be broken into a few different parts rather than having it all on one post under the cut.

Miscellaneous funny stuff:

Muppet treasure island being autocorrected to mullet treasure island.

Jesper Fahey being 69th on one of our lists.

A’s refusal to call Brandon Sanderson by name, instead getting gems like ‘bmcfuckface’ (It’s just cause we got a decent chunk of submissions from his works, no valid reason).

Funny Submissions:

About Asta Headstrom from The Reckless Kind: ‘please her and her swine son deserve a win’

About Alex Claremont-Diaz from Red, White & Royal Blue: ‘he deserves to win for “cornbread knows my sins” is nothing else’

About Sotoko Hojo from Higurashi When They Cry: ‘Pour one out for the problematic adhd lesbian. Probably could’ve solved a lot of problems via talking about her feelings much earlier.’

About Ty Blackthorn from The Shadowhunter Chronicles: ‘Sometimes instead of coping with your sister’s death you simply ask a cute guy to commit necromancy with you. And when it horribly backfires he flees the country and now you’re both pining’

About Tōgō Mimori from Yuuki Yunna is a Hero: ‘Are you a fan of magical girls? Of magical girls who would like to kiss other magical girls, perhaps? Well then. #togosweep’ Additionally ‘Also they made her fully regain use of her legs in season 2. Cowards.’

About Wu Zetian from Iron Widow: ‘She murders people for understandable reasons but has a lot of fun with it.’

About Wen Kexing from Faraway Wanderers: Part of the submission was just absolute contempt for Word of Honor, and that was one of the factors for why he’s counted as two different characters.

(Side note from G: I straight up didn’t realize for a hot second that one of the people submitted as being from Word of Honor was also technically the same character as the one from Faraway Wanderers even though they had the same name.)

#while we’re waiting

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a-view-without-light-pollution · 5 months ago

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Part 3

THE REGULAR SCHMEGULAR. MEET THE SQUATTER---------

The job was easy, up to 69th floor, cross the hallways and office doors, reach the SOLDIER correspondence office, drop the packages at the front desk, let the guy at SHINRA sort who they went to, get paid. JOB DONE. But as it gets with "safe and steady"..the thrill is gone..where's the danger? WHERES THE FUN??

Maybe we can get into some trouble today? Well heck! Delivery packages to SOLDIER floor were late tonight..and the floor seemed sleepy, no SOLDIERS pacing around waiting for assignments...no busy office workers going about the floors. Tonight, you decide to explore, carrying a few tools, maybe sneak into some rooms or do some climbing. THIS WAS THE HIGHEST BUILDING IN MIDGAR! The view of the city oughta be killer, so tonight's the night you get up to the highest point of the building and seek the stars.

Packing extra tools in the backpack and lugging several packages for SOLDIER correspondence office, you set off. Up to 69th floor, passing hallways and doors, you reach the "SOLIDER CORR" office to find a note reading "LEAVE ALL PACAKGES IN THE LOCKBOX. BACK IN 4 HOURS"..JUST MY NIGHT! Quickly dropping off all 15 packages, you take off, but instead of heading back down the elevator, you take one of the balcony doors along the main corridor next to the elevator. Big ceiling to floor windows meant to light up the halls with natural daylight, now an eerie green glow at night...the reactors surrounding Midgar.

The breeze outside is cool and inviting and Midgar is a carpet of twinkling lights, cast green at this time of night, like a gritty LO-FI photo of a sick city.

The view is amazing..but you wanna go higher!! With a bit of snooping, you find that the spacious outdoor balcony has some type of access ladder to what appears to be maintenance passages. Most likely for repairing of building dish antennae, window repair, and who knows what else but the best part? Access to vents that lead back into the building! Right before heading in the vents, you spot yet another ladder, but this one is hidden and locked. Nothing your tools can't get past. Here, the ladder leads to a walkway... a GLASS WALKWAY that seems to circle the outside of this side of the SHINRA building. The complicated nature of this structure is...WEIRD, but questions later, exploring continues. How strange that this glass walkway seems to be "mirror shine" on the outside, SHINRA has its own way of doing things.

Awe-struck at this weird magic-land, glass walkway you continue..expanse of MIDGAR tiny and twinkling...but something catches your eye. The OTHER side of the walkway (the one that runs along the side facing the SHINRA building) faces offices you can LOOK INTO! ODD... but with SHINRA, everything was odd.

The midnight hour had quiet offices, small lights blinking strange signals on phones and fax machines that were sleeping, unused in the night. The glass walkway dips a bit and shows you a different floor to observe... THE SOLDIER FLOOR! ok...ok..ok...what to do?? You've been out here 45 minutes, there's time!

OBSERVING SOLDIER floor from above unnoticed?! LET'S DO THIS! There's gotta be plenty of dirty, underhanded stuff to spy on! Unfortunately, SOLDIER floor offers nothing but views into SOLDIER waiting rooms, TVs, empty chairs, soft empty couches...the floor was silent? I guess someone's being hung out to dry. NOTHING WORTH SNOOPING ON! Except....could it be? Yes! movement! Movement in a training room off to the side of a hallway..a young man. DOING SQUATS AT 1:45 AM?

Yes.. there he is. A strong, well-built man, with a frenzy of flowing black spiky hair with.....with a sword on his back? Holy hell, that's the biggest sword you'd ever seen!... doing squats.

From here, you can't hear him, but he's... he's counting them, smiling with EVERY squat completed, confident, and beaming. Squatting done..push ups started.. counting and beaming again, then back to squats. There wasn't a single thing alive or moving in that moment, on that floor but this man, doing his squats, and you, well...you can't pull away....what's so interesting?

It's HIM...he looks HAPPY and confident, smiling. He finishes, but he's got energy, pacing the floor, flipping through his phone, laughing, and running to a nearby vending machine.

Are all SOLIDERs this energetic? You figured giving your life away to SHINRA in it's army wouldn't leave you with enough time or happiness to smile or enjoy life, but there he was, this guy..smiling and laughing on his own. That's really all it took....the building vents forgotten, digging up dirt on SHINRA forgotten, even the carpet of twinkling lights that was Midgar forgotten.

All that was worth watching up here was the young man and his energetic squats.

#zack fair fanart #zack fair x reader #zack fair #zackweek #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core #zack fair fluff #SoundCloud

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allaboutcalgary · 10 months ago

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Welcome to Calgary,

Getting around the city is relatively easy, thanks to its comprehensive public transportation system operated by Calgary Transit. Here's an overview of the different modes of transportation available and their respective costs (as of my last knowledge update in September 2021, so please check the official website for the most current prices and schedules: https://www.calgarytransit.com/).

Light Rail Transit (LRT): Calgary's LRT system, known as the CTrain, consists of two lines: the Red Line (Tuscany-Somerset/Bridlewood) and the Blue Line (69th Street-Saddletowne). Trains run frequently, usually every 5-10 minutes during peak hours and 15 minutes during off-peak hours.

Buses: Calgary Transit operates numerous bus routes that cover the entire city. Buses typically run less frequently than the CTrain, so make sure to check the schedule for specific routes.

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Remember to check the official Calgary Transit website for the most up-to-date information on fares, schedules, and routes. Enjoy exploring Calgary!

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cyberrat · 2 years ago

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69th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo + Pokémon �� CYOA interlude – Part ⅗ – Hanzo goes to have a look at his Lycanroc, then has a little phonecall...

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It turns out, some Pokémon lines, such as Snorlax or Gulpin have been limited to a certain amount of snacks. Hanzo is studying the sign put in place in front of the café, weirdly impressed with the spa’s business tactics.

It’s not like it had been cheap to let five Pokémon use the facility for a whole day; he kind of splurged his father’s money but he can’t say that he feels very terrible about it. He’s grown up with a lot of money and while he usually is frugal, he does like to splurge every now and then.

Especially when he is on the road with other acquaintances – which does remind him that he hadn’t spoken to Lúcio in a bit.

He should rectify that later. Maybe after he’s found Maddox. He just hopes he’s actually here.

The large double doors open and while Hanzo can tell that all food served here definitely is meant for Pokémon consumption, he can’t deny that it smells rather appetizing – though there is a distinct lack of coffee smell that had been permeating the human cafeteria he had visited earlier.

There is a certain kind of noise here that hadn’t been in the other one as well; a lot of Pokémon sitting on tables or standing at troughs and gobbling down whatever treats are presented to them.

As he slowly makes his way through the place, he notes that he can’t find Maddox anywhere; which surprises him quite a bit. But since he is here already, there is a hallway with a large sign above it designating it as the route toward one of the many spa facilities, so he starts to wander there out of pure curiosity.

The hallway is not too long. At the end are large glass doors that already let him see a few Pokémon on padded tables as they got rubbed down by personnel which seemed to consist both of humans and other Pokémon.

The atmosphere inside is quite different than the one he had just left. It is peaceful and quiet here with a murmur of music offering a gentle backdrop as Pokémon of all kind of species get pampered.

Among them, he realizes after a double take, is Maddox. He’s currently lying on a table much like many of the other Pokémon and is getting his hind paws massaged by a young, attractive woman.

Hanzo makes his way over, careful not to step on any stray tails or tentacles that might be lying in his way. The young woman looks up just as he steps toward the table, a confused smile on her features.

“Oh? Uhm… hello, can I help you?”

Hanzo peers from her face, to her hands still slowly kneading one of Maddox’ paws, up to Maddox himself who is lying with one arm dangling off the side and the other thrown over a swollen belly. He looks like he’s in a food coma.

He has to shake himself out of it, realizing that he’s been asked something. “Ah, well… no, not exactly. He is one of my Pokémon. I was just wandering around the area and thought I might check whether he would be in the café, but apparently…” he trails off.

The young woman is grinning wide as she leans over to grab a nail file and start going to town on Lycanroc’s sharp claws.

“Oh, it’s been in the café alright. Most of them have been. And once they got their fill they stagger in here and let themselves get massaged to sleep.”

Hanzo nods slowly, looking about. Yes, he can definitely see that.

“Well then, I do not wish to impose. I am glad he is having a good time…”

“It’s such a charmer!” the woman suddenly bursts out, a wide grin on her face. “I’ve never met such a sweet Lycanroc. It’s such a little flirt, you know?”

Hanzo blinks slowly at her, forcing a stiff smile onto his lips. “Ah… well, thank you. That must be the influence of his… former… trainer.”

She pauses in the pedicure and eyes Hanzo with even more interest now. “Oh? Usually traded Pokémon are so timid… I would never have guessed. Its old trainer must really be a sweetheart.”

She is just fishing for a name, that much Hanzo can tell, and he is very much reluctant to give it to her. He doesn’t know whether she is interested enough in the Pokémon League to realize that Cole is the current champion, but even if he weren’t – he is… jealous. He doesn’t want her to try and contact him, even though he is sure the lazy bastard gets a million booty calls a day just because he is famous.

His mood sours considerably at the thought.

Luckily, Maddox suddenly wakes from his food coma with a snort and blinks up at Hanzo, dazed. He can tell that it takes the Pokémon quite a while to realize that he is not just a hallucination but actually standing there. The moment it clicks for him, Maddox’ maw pulls into a shady looking grin and he makes an odd chuckling sound. It really does remind Hanzo of Cassidy, now that he thinks about it.

Way too comfortable with being a charming, lazy, little…- well. Maddox has changed quite a bit in his mannerisms since his evolution but in the end he is still the same. Just a sweet pup. Hanzo’s pup that he can’t be mad at, especially not for behaving the way he’s been told to do.

So he pets his snout, then turns toward the young woman and lightly bows at the waist. “Thank you for taking good care of him. I will be going now.”

“W-What? No, just a-”

He turns, pretending he didn’t hear her so he wouldn’t find some choice words for her shameless digging. He gets out his phone as soon as he is outside of the massage parlor, and dials Cole’s number.

Lucky for the slob, he picks it up on the second ring.

“Well ain’t that a nice surprise? Didn’t think I’d hear your sweet li’l voice today, babydoll. How’re you doin’?”

Hanzo can feel his anger melting almost against his own will. There really is something disarmingly charming about Cassidy’s slow, friendly drawl.

“I am well, thank you,” He replies stiffly. “Where are you right now?”

“Oh, you know. Just out an’ about. Walkin’.”

“...searching for your Pokémon?”

“Yeah.”

Hanzo exhales softly, his annoyance quickly evaporating. “I just had a little talk with a young lady who seemed egregiously interested in you.”

“Mmnnhhh did you, now?” Cole has the audacity of sounding mildly amused. Hanzo clicks his tongue in disgust, turning back onto the main walkway, Kikuri a hot, limp weight around his neck.

“Would you like me to give you her number?”

“Nah. Not really in the mood for anythin’ of the like. I got a little somethin-somethin’ goin’ right now, you know? With a hot little stud I’ve been seein’. Real fire cracker. Got my balls in a crushin’ grip.”

Hanzo shudders, eyes flicking around, nervous despite himself that someone might hear.

“So you’re… not looking?”

There’s a chuckle on the other end of the line. It sounds soft and affectionate and makes Hanzo’s stomach twist in on itself in the best way. Then Cole mutters, whole unrepentant: “Nah. I’ve found what I’ve been lookin’ for. Don’t need nothin’ else.”

Goddamn but he is a charming bastard. Hanzo cusses at him softly and all that answers him is more of that soft chuckling that gets him feeling all kinds of things.

#cyberratting writes stuff #overwatchxpokemon

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snapcracklepop-myjoints · 2 years ago

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I posted 5,935 times in 2022

That's 1,228 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (1%)

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I tagged 1,759 of my posts in 2022

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#i’m afraid of dogs and like. the amount of ppl telling me ‘oh it’s ok he’s friendly! 🥰’ when i politely express that has notably increased

My Top Posts in 2022:

Touch grass? No. Touch astroturf. (I am allergic to grass.)

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Ok fine ill do it. Ill allow this massive time sink into my life. Which defunctland video is the best one to start with

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When people erase canon disabilities in fanfic and write disabled characters as abled I should be allowed to erase the fact that they’re canonically (irl) abled (break their kneecaps)

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Made an Ehlers Danlos meme pls laugh

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My #1 post of 2022

Why are all the wheelchair users in tv shows geniuses. Where’s the absolutely no academic knowledge wheelchair user representation. The “can’t do math” wheelchair users. The himbo wheelchair users. Maybe they’re smart but can’t spell. Maybe they don’t know what ions are. Hollywood hire me.

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Honestly a cringe fail year in review BUT since I apparently made 68 posts that makes this my 69th post and that’s what’s important

#This is officially my 69th post hehe #G

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itsawhumpsideblog · 1 month ago

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Be It Ever So Humble, Book 1

Content notes: a letter about Declan and some home leave, character injury, a wedding This chapter's song is kind of wistful and sweet. Listen here: https://youtu.be/5Be-77se8mY

"Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;

A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,

Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere"

~Home, Sweet Home

About the time we reached our own regiment, the 69th left Maryland and crossed the Potomac River in the direction of Harper's Ferry, Virginia. We had been there almost two weeks when Patrick received a letter from home. Sergeant O'Malley came by, handing out the mail himself. Much of it went back into the mail bag, having been addressed to men who were no longer there to receive it.

"Murphy, for you," he said simply handing the letter over.

It was in Colleen's hand, as always- our sisters wrote more skillfully than our parents, and even letters from our Mothers were often written in our sisters' handwriting.

Patrick scanned the letter as we watched him, and partway through his mouth fell open.

"Oh my God," he gasped. "Oh my God."

"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous. It had to be bad to affect Patrick so badly. He had gone completely pale, and his hands were shaking. He gave me the letter and held his head in both hands, mussing his red hair and looking shocked.

Dear Patrick,

We hope you are well and that you and your friends came through this last battle safely. I regret I have bad news to convey. We heard from Declan this morning and I wrote to you immediately. He was wounded and the surgeons have had to amputate his arm- his left one. He is in the hospital in Washington right now and as soon as he can be moved Mother and Da are going to bring him home. He says he is sorry for all the trouble he has caused us, but it now seems like nothing compared to this. If you can get leave, please come home even just for a little while. Mother is frantic with worry about you and so is Da, even if he shows it less. Truth be told, I am worrying about you, too. I just want both my brothers at home again. Please come.

Love,

Colleen

I was shocked, too, reading that letter. "Poor Declan," I murmured.

"My brother," Patrick said, still completely in shock. "I can't believe- my brother. Declan. I can't believe it."

"Somebody hand him a cup of coffee," Rory suggested softly. "It'll be good for him." I got up and with shaking hands poured the coffee we had made into my tin cup and handed it to Patrick. I was nervous, but he was shaking so badly that when he took the cup the coffee sloshed over the side. He took a long drink and then, setting my cup back on the ground next to the fire, stood suddenly and ran to a nearby stand of trees to be sick.

I got up and followed him, but more slowly so as to give him a moment to himself. When I got to where he was, Patrick was sitting under a tree looking pale.

"I can't believe it," he repeated to me. Suddenly a tear swelled in his eye and he began to cry, weeping bitterly into his hands.

"I'm sorry," he managed in between sobs. "All this time, he doesn't hardly write and never says where he is and now he's only coming home again because he's…"

I put my arm around Patrick's shoulders and let him cry. He was sniffling and I pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Use that," I said. "It's just got some dirt on it. And coffee, maybe." He took it and blew his nose, then used the cleanest corner to wipe his eyes as he struggled to get his emotions under control.

"Don't tell the lads?" he asked and I shook my head.

"Never."

"Thanks," he said with a watery smile. "Let's go back. I'm not going to want supper, but sleep wouldn't be too bad."

I walked back to our tents with him and waited there, listening as he tossed and turned until he finally fell still and his breathing evened out- he was asleep. Only then did I get up and go back to the campfire where Jack and Rory were anxiously waiting for me.

"What exactly was that?" Jack asked. I sighed.

"Remember Patrick talking about his brother?" I asked. "The one who ran away and enlisted? Patrick got a letter from his sister- their brother was wounded and lost his arm." Jack and Rory winced.

"That's bad luck, sure," Jack said sympathetically. Rory nodded solemnly and we fell silent. After what had happened to Ted, this was doubly difficult for Patrick.

The next morning, Patrick woke up determined to do something. No sooner did we have the chance then he was pulling me along to find an officer and get leave to go home.

"Of course you're coming with me," he said as though it were a given. I just shrugged. I couldn't imagine refusing Patrick anything that day and I certainly wasn't going to turn down a chance to see my home and family again.

"Good morning, Sir," Patrick said with a salute when we'd gotten all the proper permissions to see our lieutenant and had tracked him down. I echoed both the sentiment and the gesture.

"Good morning, lads," said our Lieutenant, shuffling through some papers and looking distracted. "You're hoping for leave, then?"

"Yessir," Patrick replied.

"Why?"

"Sir?"

"Why are you applying for leave?"

"Sir, my brother was wounded and they're sending him home," Patrick explained. "My Mother wrote begging me to try to get leave and Micheál- er, Private O'Suilleabhain, could travel with me. I'm not sure…" here he sounded serious, suddenly, less like a boy trying to get out of some mischief, "…I'm not sure I can go alone."

At the change in his voice, the Lieutenant looked up and studied Patrick's face.

"My sister's getting married, too," I added quickly, in case that would help.

"Very well," he said at last. "Let me write up your papers. Names, please?"

"Patrick Murphy."

"Micheál O'Suilleabhain," I said, resisting the urge to give him my name in English. Patrick always took that personally and today was not the day to needle him.

"Company G," Patrick added needlessly and we waited while the papers were filled out. We had leave from the following day for three weeks- plenty of time to get home, see our families and return to the army.

I didn't realize until I had the paper how much I was looking forward to being home. Maura could get married, I realized, and it would be good to see Mother and Bridget again as well.

We hurried back to deliver the good news to Jack and Rory, and to make sure our things were in order. We said goodbye before going to sleep- Patrick and I would be leaving for the train first thing in the morning.

I didn't sleep that much, really. I was waiting for dawn to break, and eventually I went out and dozed by our campfire instead of rolling back and forth in the tent next to Patrick who, of course, slept soundly until right before it was time to leave.

We left camp at 5:00 that morning and hiked to the train station. The morning air was cool and I was happy to have the replacement gloves that Mother had sent. We left before the sun came up and it was disconcerting, to say the least, to be walking through the woods before light.

The dawn, though, more than made up for it and we had just crested a small hill when the sun slipped up over the horizon.

"Will you have a look at that?" Patrick murmured, pointing to the purple sky, rapidly turning orange as we watched. We paused on the hillside until the colors began to disappear in the real light of the day, and then we kept on, not wanting to be late.

I was overjoyed to arrive in New York. We hurried home along the familiar streets and past all the familiar places. Even in the evening, the streets were crowded with people all hurrying somewhere and I found it a little overwhelming. Army camps were crowded places, of course, but they were no match for New York City, where you couldn't see the sky or catch a breath of fresh air. On the upside, as bad as it smelled, it didn't smell of perpetually of wood smoke.

I followed Patrick to our building almost at a run, and then we went quickly up to my apartment. I knew I couldn't get away without stopping at home first, and I was surprised to find that Patrick, looking more nervous than I had expected from him, had followed me.

I knocked lightly and let myself in. It wasn't terribly late at night, and so Mother and the girls were still awake. Like the first time we had returned home, after the first battle at Bull Run, I was nearly knocked over and just about smothered with kisses. I just grinned and laughed and hugged my family right back.

When they had finished with me, they made an equal fuss over Patrick and at last my mother thought to ask whether he had been to see his own family yet.

"Not yet," he replied. "I-" and he broke off and shrugged.

Mother hugged him again. "Your father and Declan got home yesterday," she told him. "Declan's doing about as well as can be expected. He's in bed and Colleen's fussing over him. He says his arm's hurting, but the doctors said he'll be all right soon. You boys should go up and see him. I'm sure he'd be glad to have you there. Your mother will be happy to have you home, too," she added a bit pointedly. Patrick looked a little heartened after hearing that, and we went upstairs. Bridget went, too, to keep Colleen company. Mother said she'd been doing that a lot since the news came about Declan. Colleen was apparently taking it hard.

We climbed the stairs to the Murphys', where the reception was similar to the one we'd enjoyed at my home. Mr. Murphy wrung his son's hand and Mrs. Murphy burst into tears and held Patrick like she would never let him go. After a minute, though, he worked himself free and went over to the bed where his brother was lying, with Colleen sitting in a chair next to the bed, unwilling to leave her twin.

"Good to have you back," Patrick said gently and clasped Declan's hand for a moment.

"Good to see you, Pat. Sit down," Declan murmured, gesturing to the bed, and Patrick sat down gently. I stood next to Patrick and Bridget went over to give Colleen a hug before sitting down on the floor next to me. I finally sat down on the ground and looked up at the little group.

"We came as soon as I got Colleen's letter," Patrick told his brother. "How long have you been back?"

"Da and I got here yesterday," Declan said in a weak voice. He looked absolutely drained; pale and exhausted. His arm was gone from above the elbow and the sleeve of his nightshirt had been pinned to his chest. His red hair seemed to be the only colorful thing about him: even his rosy cheeks had gone white.

I shook my head. First Ted, then Declan. I could only pray that it wouldn't get any worse, that Patrick and Jack and Rory would all make it home someday.

"Do you mind me asking what happened?" Patrick asked as gently as he could, and tears started in Declan's eyes.

"It wasn't even in battle," he said in a shamed voice. "There was an accident in camp- an explosion-" He started to cry and Colleen leaned over him, stroking his hair and talking softly, trying to comfort him. Patrick looked stricken and I looked away, sad for him and for Declan. After a moment Declan pulled himself together and continued,

"I got knocked out when the explosion happened. It almost took my arm off, and I have shrapnel wounds to my chest and my legs. And look at my head." He pulled his hair off his forehead to reveal a long cut that looked to be healing, but which was still visible and painful looking. Patrick and I winced.

"God, Pat," Declan said to his brother, staring pensively off into the distance. "All the things I saw in battle- all those men dying and I didn't expect to live through it- and this is what happens in the end."

Bridget scooted closer to me and looped her arm through mine, laid her head on my shoulder, and sighed.

We didn't stay long, what with Declan needing to rest and the family wanting time alone together now that Patrick was home, and as we headed down the stairs Bridget stopped me.

"Micheál, are you careful out there?" she asked.

"Always," I answered truthfully.

"Declan said it was just an accident," she told me. "I… I thought all we had to worry about were the battles."

My heart felt suddenly heavy. I knew that Bridget was no longer a child, but to me she would always be my little sister, and I wanted to protect her from all the horrible things that happened in the war. I wanted her to survive it untouched.

Obviously, it was too late for that.

"I'm always careful," I promised, taking her by the shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. "I never take any more risks than I have to. Declan didn't either… and I guess sometimes these things just happen. If he'd gotten hit by a carriage on Broadway, would you stop walking down there?"

"That's different," she argued. "A million people walk down Broadway every day and the carriage drivers aren't trying to kill you. You're in the army, Micheál. The rebels are trying to kill you. I know it's not safe."

"I'm more likely to get sick and die," I said frankly. "That's one thing I can do something about- I can try to stay warm and dry when I'm not on picket and I can have a good swallow of whiskey when I have to be out in the wet. And look at me- not sick yet." I chose to omit our collective illness of the previous winter.

"If you say so," was all Bridget said, and her voice was quivering. She hugged me and buried her face in my shoulder for a second before starting down on down the stairs again, her back straight and her chin up.

I wondered when it was that my little sister had become such a woman.

One of the best things that came out of Patrick's and my homecoming was Maura's wedding. As mother had written, she was engaged to a Sergeant named Thomas Mahoney and I found that he spent a good deal of time at our house already.

I was a little wary of him at first, feeling that I had to be the man of the family and wanting to be sure that he was good enough for my sister. It didn't take much to see, though, that Maura adored him and that he thought the world of her.

He had lost a leg in battle fairly early in the war, and so was working as a recruiter in New York. He and Maura had met, Bridget told me, at Mass one Sunday when they had ended up sitting next to each other and had been forced to share a hymn book. Mother had glared at Maura for the rest of Mass, Bridget had added, laughing, because she and Tom had been whispering wicked things about the priest, who was old and a little strange. After that, Tom had gone to Mother to apologize for talking during Mass and to ask whether he might be permitted to call on Maura at home. I approved heartily of this course, and liked him all the better for it.

By the day the wedding was to take place, about two weeks after I came home, I was thoroughly in favor of Tom's joining the family and was looking forward to Maura's marriage- I could see plainly how happy it would make her.

The ceremony was to be a small affair. The Murphys were invited, of course, as were the friends Tom and Maura had in the city and Tom's family, who were a large group of boisterous red-headed people. The guests were mostly women, the men being enlisted and in the field.

The wedding took place on a Sunday evening and our house was terribly busy in the preceding days. There was food to be prepared, Maura's dress to be fitted properly, plans to be confirmed with the Priest, and a million little chores. I found myself running back and forth to the grocers, to see the woman who was sewing Maura's dress as a wedding gift, and, on that Sunday, making endless trips to the church.

I couldn't tell who was more nervous- Maura and Tom, or Mother. Our house was a tense place for a few days, and I mostly tried to be as helpful as possible and to stay out of the way. This meant a lot of time spent at the Murphys' where Declan was recovering.

He liked the company, especially of Patrick and I who did not fuss over him. His mother and Colleen both did and although he understood and could hardly fault them, it embarrassed him. He wanted to be doing things for himself again. Besides that, he said, it was different to be around soldiers, who understood the things that gave him nightmares.

Just as I had noticed how much older Bridget seemed, Patrick noticed the same things about his siblings.

"Declan's a man now," Patrick remarked one day when he accompanied me on the long trek to fetch Maura's dress. "I can't say how I know it- but he's different. It's the look in his eyes, or the way he talks, maybe. I just don't know. Colleen's older too. She looks after Declan like she was somebody's mother and she always knows what to do- just like Mother does. God, Micheál, but we've been gone a long time."

"I know," I said. "And now we'll be letting Maura go, too." I was a little sad, in spite of the fact that she and Tom would only be living in the building across the street, and that it would really be I who was leaving, to go back to the army. Patrick knew all these things, but he just nodded and clapped my shoulder and before we could drag the conversation on any longer we had arrived home to Mother calling my name with another chore that needed to be done.

When the ceremony finally occurred, I could have cried. It was simple and beautiful. There was nothing extraordinary in the church itself, nor in the slightly ragged appearance of the attendees, but Maura and Tom so clearly loved each other and were so happy to be getting married that it was like a fairy story anyway. When they had at last kissed and left the church, there was a short reception and then they went home to their own building for the first time.

Our home felt strangely empty that night, although I knew still that this was silly, as I was not used to being here again, not yet, and would be leaving in only a week. I was torn about that, too; on the one hand, I loved my family and was sorry that they were worrying for me. On the other, I worried ceaselessly myself, about Rory and Jack, as though I could have had any effect on what happened to them if I had been there.

Instead of trying to make up my mind about how to feel, I tried to take the fact of the thing philosophically and at the end of the three weeks, feeling fairly numb, I said goodbye to Mother and Bridget, then to Maura and Tom, who I already considered a member of the family. Tom, having been in the army himself, would be a comfort to my Mother and sisters as they sent me off to war for the third time which I hoped would be the last. Next time I came home, I hoped it would be for good.

Patrick's mother shed the predicted tears and Declan became virtually silent in the couple of days before we left. He wished, he finally admitted, that he was going with us. We nodded, knowing how he felt even though Patrick was relieved that Declan would be staying home and that his worry for his brother was ended as it had been, and not with the news of Declan's death. We were living in funny times, I thought to myself, that Patrick should be relieved to hear that his brother had "only" been wounded.

We arrived back in camp on November 1st, and while I wasn't what you would call thrilled to have returned to the war, "content" might have been the word- and Jack and Rory were certainly happy to have us back. When we arrived back in camp, Jack ran over and pounded us both on the back.

"You haven't missed a thing," he promised. "We've got a new regiment now- they're Pennsylvania boys- and we've just been drilling and resting, thank God. We needed it after Antietam."

"That's about the shape of it," I agreed.

"How was home?" Jack asked. "How's your brother, Patrick? Micheál, did your sister get married?"

"Slow down, lad," Patrick laughed. "New York is just the same as always, my brother's better and Tom and Maura are happily married. Now, where's Rory gone off to?"

"Right here," came a familiar voice, and we turned to see Rory coming down the company street, his arms full of wood for the fire. "Glad you're back," he commented, smiling.

"Good to see you," I called, and Patrick took some of the wood from Rory's load and began building up the fire. We ate well that night; our haversacks had been stuffed by our mothers before we left home. We'd tried not to eat much of it on the train ride, so we had small pies to share, and plenty of bread and potatoes. These we buried in the coals of the fire and happily burned our hands over the results when they had cooked.

I was glad for the warmth the next day when we were ordered to gather our belongings and fall in to leave Harper's Ferry. We next set up winter quarters on the banks of the Rappahannock River and settled in until early December.

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Baek at this point tumblr did me dirty so many times I type my response in the notes app first ahdhshsbhshagsgsamdfk. Anyways, Ateez came to Taiwan the day before I left? I forgot they were even coming.... Jet leg is a biiiiitch, lemme tell you, also it's so hot, I'm melting <3

By the time you answer me EXO would have already made their comeback, so 👀👀👀 all I'm gonna say now is I loved Baek in his little pink fur jacket 😭 I also loved the eyeliner/smokey eyes make up and Xiumin's fit! Honestly, this is a crime :/ https://twitter.com/chanbaektwts/status/1677701399399006208?t=aIWk0r-UKTcIGMrDGbQ7wQ&s=19 like yeah literally same https://twitter.com/born_tobe_navy/status/1677695424755552256?t=NNkF4mWg8VDxRnd_75QGfg&s=19

And Baekhyun's debut anniversary! Love the timing <3

Shinee won their 69th trophy with a song called Hard, you can't make this shit up! And now there's a pearl aqua donut??? Losing it lmao, it looks good tho! Everyone say thank you Choi Minho for doing the most! https://twitter.com/taepudina/status/1677351550107230208?t=kLyd8EJELo_GDOuXQAuxtw&s=19 Btw I successfully indoctrinated two people into loving Shinee's album 💎 Like I said ALBUM OF THE YEAR, there's a song for everyone

Nvm Jamal isn't playing a murderer, but a guy who predicts death? Anyways the movie is based on a novel, so I'm intrigued. I think he could pull of American Psycho type of role 👀 actually both him and Yuta should play villains together, lol, I see the vision

Did you see the bullshit about Hybe staff groping fans at fan signs?! Between this and the continuous MHJ shit I'm so tired... and I'm tired of people being so performative. I saw a tweet about NWJS that said "okay, but you can't lie this song slaps" I'll never understand it, people are outraged, want to boycott then lose their morals because a song is good???

https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1677170641957711872?t=KbsCmVYU8q42wIBa50vxlg&s=19 <- listen he even showed his grippers again, what else does he have to do to get the YSL invite?! Tbh I've been thinking whether he's so rich and dedicated or perhaps they've already sent him something, but I'm assuming he'd brag about it? Anyways, THIS FUCKING LOOK OH MY GOOOOOD HOW CAN A HUMAN BE SO GORGEOUS?!?!?

NOW that's what I like to see, he deserves his flowers https://twitter.com/helytes/status/1676922167601012738?t=naqaFlgxqnqiDIZyH79H2w&s=19

I can't with the Neymar defenders, because I suddenly saw some more idiotic takes from his simps? Girlies, he won't fuck you, stop being pick mes, have some standards!

King the Land is so ajshhshahdhahgskxkfjs I loooooove them together, I need Yoona and Junho to act together more! Whether there's something going on between them or not, I need MOOOOOORE. WDH CEO okay, honestly I just need him in a classic rom com drama like KTL 😭

In our delulu era, no but imagine our lives, you living next to Mark, going to school together perhaps and me studying with Ten being art hoes 😆

Btw I saw your answer about Ateez's songs and I'll always be seated for Treasure appreciation! Also Fever ❤❤❤❤ no but seriously, Treasure supremacy!

Okay this??? I'm not one to spread weird theories, but it's SM so I'll always assume the worst. Not this executive mf engaging with all posts except the ones featuring their two Japanese idols. If it's a coincidence then it's a reaaaaaally big one... they're gonna debut a JPN unit, because they wanna milk Japanese fans, but they couldn't care less https://twitter.com/yuta_smile127/status/1678070721430396934?t=OKt-Ch-VmqkRGsPGz4sC9w&s=19 same with China and Chinese-speaking idols

Alright?! Work, she should've been on the OST https://twitter.com/somihourly/status/1676808902166585344?t=0kO3r8k2SiMjYYV5y01pQA&s=19

Ehhhh, not Atz getting on the curry song board too :/ the grip that awful song has on the Korean population is colossal. I've never heard of it until someone sang it at A KARAOKE in Korea a few years ago. Initially I didn't know it was that bad, but my friend told me to pay attention to the lyrics, she also said the singer apologised for mocking South Asian culture. I even heard it recently too... I have no doubts many Koreans know it's offensive they just dgaf, they're sensitive about their own heritage only, but many see it as a "funny meme track about food". I had a talk with one Korean girl literally a month ago, and she was shocked, cause she never thought about the lyrics being insulting. Yeah, technically there aren't any "bad words" per se, but still it's full of stereotypes :(. I'm glad Atinys took it seriously, except Ktinys, fuck them, they always have the worst takes abd reactions. However, even though it's not my place to speak on it, I hope the members themselves will be allowed to apologise... KQ releasing a statement so quickly is a decent move (it was very vague), but it'd be great if the members apologised personally. It's an awkward situation considering San's birthday

And I just wanted to say that I understand why you're feeling apprehensive about posting after a long time, no pressure, but I know many people would love it and since it's finished your hard work should be seen and appreciated! <333 - DV 💖

hello!!!

NO BC IM DONE W THIS APP we didn’t get the community label last post ✊🏻 ur missed them like 5 times atp anon 😭😭😭 NO UR RIGHT WHY HAS IT BEEN SO HOT RECENTLY, LIKE JUST STRAIGHT HEAT COMING OUT THE BODY 😭😭

IM ANSWERING BEFORE RHE CB IS IN A FEW HOURS AND IM CRYING FOR THE NEW ERA ANOTHER MILLION SELLERS (CRYING THE FIRST DAY SALES JUMPING TO A MILLION) THEY STILL GOT IT WE ARE SO BACK 😭😭😭 FUCK SM 😭😭not them doing the love shot concept without the main cunt 😭😭😭 FUCK RAVI FUCK HIM !!!!! baekhyun in that eyeliner, he starts acting different stop that pink fluffy jacket w that heavy eyeliner i gagged so much when i saw it + him in that tuxedo suddenly made me into a delulu <33 AAAAAAAA THAT KAI SCREAM IS ME AT LEAST HE’S ON THE ALBUM AND THE PHOTOS BUT THE MV 😭😭😭 fuck ravi omg XIUMIN HAS NOT AGED ONE BIT,,, baeks debut anniversary and he’s a 9time million seller today 😭😭 he’s come so far from un village to BAMBI BAAAAMBIIIIEAAAH

and wtf u mean he’s naked 😀

I AM CRYING 😭😭😭 ALSO CRYING WATCHING THEM IN ONE ROOM FOR THEIR LIVE CRYINGyeah we are done for he performed in that pink jacket what they do to his hair 😭 looks like a mad scientist

saw a twt saying they got the super junior ass set why is that so true 😭😭

CRYINF THEY ARE DOING THE HIGHLIGHT REEL BAEKHYUN IS GASSING UP THE SONGS WITH HIS HIGH NOTES “it wasn’t hard for me” mf we know u glee ass 😭😭😭 r&b pop 😭😭😭🫡🫡 regret it is very old skool anon we won

will do a small review from what i hear so far w my sleepy brain : regret it is very old skool <3 VERY 90’S

private party crying the harmonies this is so fun OH THIS IS SO FUN OH OH OH FHAKHDKADHSK that’s my shawty oh 😭

cinderella LA LA LA THE BASS FUCKING HELL FHWKDHWK THE FALSETTOS THE SYNTH POP

no makeup OHHHH THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING OUUU THIS IS SO GOOD ANON THIS ONE THIS ONE !!!!!! PHEWWWW ANON THIS ONE !!!! trap + r&b crying sexy melody 😭😭 this is like they stole this from kai and baek’s discography,, this def my fav like comeon,, the bass in this song is so low omg…..oh they did acapella oh my god

love fool OH THIS IS SOO BANTERY AYOO??? feels like in a kdrama when there’s a montage of falling in love w the etl trope,, THE BEAT DROP!!! R&B I LOVE U SM, listening to this rn in the morning OH ANON OH ANOKNNNNNNNNNNNN THE BEAT DROP IS DROPPING IM CRYING

another day OH THIS IS SO FUN THIS BEAT IS BEATING LIKE SUMMER 808 BASS 😩😩😩

the let me in live vocals 😭😭 okay my glee group

THE TITLE OH WE ARE BEING FED OUUU THIS IS SO EXO IM CRYING THEY REALLY ARE FIGHTING EACH OTHER WITH VOCALS FBWKDHAK THIS IS SO POPPY WITH DRUMS JCJCJCkJK THE JAW IS ON THE FLOOR THE CHOREO GONNA BE SO GOOD KAI WAS SINGING THE SHIT OUT OF IT FUCK RAVI FUCK RAVI (have not listened to the whole album yet gonna have it ready for the next ask!)

i just listened to it whole,,, AINT no way anyone will be covering this song with the falsettos and the high notes like the whole chorus is high notes??? gate keep it.

and kai. fuck ravi. he has the best line too HE WAS GONNA DO THE MMMH MMMH GOD 😭😭😭😭 CAN NEVER BE HAPPY AND IT BE UR OWN PPL TOO FBKWDHWKDHKW he carried that first half,,,,, anyway there’s a random lady in the video and the cream soda is all over the car is this imagery of something LMFAOOO,,, i need to listen to this a few times to get the proper gist of it wholly will so when im awake 🫡 pls listen to the title on Spotify w bass bc i am LOOSING IT

NO BC THIS IS SOME WITCHCRAFT THEM WINNING THEIR 69TH WIN WITH 6666 PTS PLS DBWMDHWKDJWK screaming minho’s doing what sm should’ve been doing w the promo,,, LESSSGOOOOOO THIS IS RLY THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR HARD RLY IS HARDING 😭😭😭😭

so mf a astrologist??? tarot reader 😭😭 LMFAOOO pls i love this name so much fbwndbwk BASED ON A NOVEL??? jamal in his christian bale era omf,,, YUTA WOULD SLAY AMERICAN PSYCHO OR SCARFACE OOOOUUUU WITH HIS MULLET ESP ty being the god father would unalive me actually

girl i just did and i am so speechless 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ their apologizing specifically mentioning the guards being women like what difference does that make??? like it still happened regardless,,, no that last part is so 100% correct, just when u think kpop can’t drop lower it just does every second??

seonghwa’s obsession is ysl atp,, convinced he’s somehow read the model fic 🤚🏻 he’s a oomf iM GONNA SAY he’s rich and dedicated bc if ysl did send him stuff he would’ve gotten an invite to the ysl makeup launch and what not 🤨 i love how his photos are either ysl whatsapp mom core or just a frat boy THE GRIPPERS HE’S SO DEDICATED BUT THOSE SHOES ARE NOT IT 😭😭😭😭 ANYTHING PUT THISE THONG LOOKING SANDALS 😭

NOW that's what I like to see, he deserves his flowers https://twitter.com/helytes/status/1676922167601012738?t=naqaFlgxqnqiDIZyH79H2w&s=19 //// I can't with the Neymar defenders, because I suddenly saw some more idiotic takes from his simps? Girlies, he won't fuck you, stop being pick mes, have some standards!

he gets his due AS HE SHOULD !!!! no cause i have his name and his shit filtered out <33 so glad i do not see it unless it’s a rumour of him going back to barca then i flip,,, NO LITERALLY HIS DEFENDERS HAVE ME CRYING CAUSE EVEN IF HE GETS W U??? HE’S STILL GONNA CHEAT????? WHAT ARE U GONNA DO THEN 😭😭😭

i just went on twt and saw this accidentally and my heart dropped to my ass down to my legs i thought it was the other suarez oH MY GOD

i love that show so much, something so warm and nostalgic about it!!! THEY RLY NEED TO THEIR CHEMISTRY IS SO FIRE saw so many videos of them together and this mf is not sieving his own dating rumour, he’s whipped i know they dating,, now we need that marriage news LIKE THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER EVEN IN THE DRAMA??? SPARKS FLYING and him in that pink apron cutting onions CRYING THWKDHWKD

WDH AS A CEO in a classic romcom and it’s a fake dating??? fake marriage??? ceo x intern??? ANYTHING ATP IM TIRED OF HIM SUFFERING PLS 😭😭

In our delulu era, no but imagine our lives, you living next to Mark, going to school together perhaps and me studying with Ten being art hoes 😆 /// Btw I saw your answer about Ateez's songs and I'll always be seated for Treasure appreciation! Also Fever ❤❤❤❤ no but seriously, Treasure supremacy!

no bc seeing them just at ur uni walking past knowing these guys could’ve been in nct,,, NO CAUSE GOTTA BE BESTIES W HIM FROM ATT CLASS truly what a wild life it would’ve been,,, EXACTLY FEVER TREASURE SUPREMACY!!!! BRING BACK FUN!!! saw this post that said why everyone liked 2nd gen + new new 3rd gen bc everyone from nugu’s to most famous released crazy good music,, need that era back so bad

wait omg??? that’s so,,, atp any conspiracy regarding sm i be believing cause fuck them

Alright?! Work, she should've been on the OST https://twitter.com/somihourly/status/1676808902166585344?t=0kO3r8k2SiMjYYV5y01pQA&s=19

THIS PROMO FOR BARBIE IS SO CRAZY LIKE EVERYTHING FEELS SO UNREAL

the ones in question being yunsanhwa i don’t even know what to say… speechless 😀 why is that like a muscle memory for idols 😭😭 yeosang giving him the side he telling him to read the room,,, then not realizing it’s stereotypically racist like if the roles were reversed imagine the outrage,,, tired 3000 <3 read the lyrics to it and the way they make fun of india when half their lineage comes from there is very hilarious to me actually

they posted the apology on the kq account when the atz one existed, would’ve liked one from the members itself but i don’t think we’ll even get that ever,,, ktinys can fuck off if the roles were reversed they’d be reacting to it on pannchoa going offf about it

I WILL TRY MY VERY BEST KING THE LAND IS DOIKG THINGS TO ME AND ITS BEEN WORKING WELL

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING KYUNGSOO HAS INSTAGRAM ???? we are about to see so much of his forehead i cannot wait

oh this needs to happen

the gasp i gusped

IM CRYING ANON IF THIS HAPPENS WE CAN GET THEM IN LONDONF BWKDHWKD

AND INFINITE COMING BACKKKKK

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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palidoozy-art · 2 years ago

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Session Summary

it was our 69th session, nice. Though technically this summarizes the 67th and 68th session as well, just because that’s pretty much the entirety of the Twilight Lord’s excavation arc.

Note: post is extremely long but I at least throw pictures and the battlemaps I made/used in at places.

The party attempted to descend into the Twilight Lord’s lair, only to discover the only way to access was through traveling in a river of corpses. Having seen Goran disappear into it earlier, they took the plunge, fighting off two giant bone worms while within. Though disgusted at, y’know -- being pinned to corpses with bone shards, they successfully killed them and traveled through the grotesque pile.

Thankfully, the party had a friend on the other side! Goran helped pull them out of the pile. Though he said nothing, seemed he was thankful for the food they gave him earlier. As the party moved forward, he decided to lurk behind him and follow them the whole way. The party kept feeding him, after all!

The group fought the Collector first, the creature responsible for crafting all of the cadaver collectors the party has been running into throughout the entire campaign. After killing him, it was then that they realized he wasn’t undead or a construct -- he was a giant, a living creature, and the last of his kind. Here, Kelogul got a legendary weapon -- taking the creature’s former weapon, a giant fucking log (that deals strength mod * d8 damage).

(note: battle map made with assets from Inkarnate)

They headed in further, saw some spooky ominous shit in the ruins, and found what had happened to all the corpses the collectors were collecting. They were reanimated and... digging. They weren’t sure to what end. An ominous mural showed a giant “worm-like creature” destroying a world. Ellerian successfully managed to intuit that the creature was none other than an astral dreadnought. They fed Goran every opportunity (Kelogul kept giving him rum. Rahadin started making fun of Kelogul, telling him the real reason for giving Goran rum was to see how much the elf would drink before puking).

They came into a room with a bunch of faceless steel mannequins, and discovered the crown of the queen that had gone missing, as well as a few, uh. Suspicious bloodstains. Players connected the dots here. Into the next room, they encountered a room full of urns, as well as an ornate one set up in the middle with a bunch of cards. When Ellerian approached to try to draw one, it sprung to life and attacked as the Prophet.

(battle map made with assets from Inkarnate)

It was a pretty cool fight which I had to buy an actual tarot deck for (the fight mechanics involve its powers being increased depending on the draw), but it was fun, and it terrified the piss out of my players because the thing dealt 383 damage in one round. Mercifully, Ellerian was polymorphed into a dragon at the time. Kelogul missed a whole bunch, blink never worked for Ellerian (an ongoing trend in our campaign), and Yoli got the killshot with a bunch of scorching rays.

They took a rest in the tomb. Goran picked up the cards dropped by the being and taught the party a method of seeing the future -- not with magic, but with the mundane. The end result was the party learning a new skill, Prognostication (they can divine objects and try to see their future or their past as an epic skill). He also gave the deck of cards to Yoli, which wound up being yet another legendary item (5 charges, can use a bonus action to spend as many charges as you want. Each charge either deals 35 damage or heals 35 hp).

(Note: this has also resulted in me having to learn how the fuck tarot cards work, because Yoli now uses prognostication constantly with the deck lol).

They finally pressed on deeper, finding evidence of the Twilight Lord along the way. Blood trails, old ruins. They found a huge old tablet that was purposely damaged and destroyed, and managed to conclude that it was some kind of giant spell scroll. They couldn’t make sense of what it was. Pressing in deeper, they found another one... but this one was blank. Suggesting it had been used. Evidence of the corpses showed that they were former heroes and adventurers who had tried to stop something awful, and failed. The party came to the conclusion it was the Eclipse. Yoli found the corpse of the legendary lizardfolk hero, Ixtzal, and packed the body away to return to her people. The party continued to feed Goran. Kelogul gave him two bottles of rum to double-fist at one point.

(Side lore note: The Eclipse was considered a huge event in the world, where the sun went out for an entire year about 176 years ago and chaos ensued. It set the world back tremendously and is the reason a lot of the nations operate the way they do. I’m not really doing a good job encapsulating how big the Eclipse was in term of campaign events here, but the party finally got closure on it and it was exciting).

Finally, they reached the bottom, heading into a long, stretching hallway leading forward. The party tried to feed Goran... but he refused to eat, instead taking the rations and walking forward. He placed them by a painting of the Three Kings -- one in front of each of the other ones -- before disappearing into the darkness, and it was then that the party connected the dots and realized “aw, shit, this guy’s the final boss huh.”

They finally confronted him in front of one of the giant wall spell tablets, and it was then that the “final battle” started. “Goran” wound up actually being Serafim -- the Lord of Twilight Woods and the last king of the dusk elves. I started initiative and told them that they could either talk to him through RP, use a skill, attack him, or pass their turn. They spent every round trying to talk to him, lol. Nobody attacked and nobody passed. Some generalized notes:

- Yoli was the MVP of the “fight”, being the only one to talk him down successfully without provoking his self hatred every single turn.

- Rahadin existed pretty much just to piss him off throughout the “fight”. He quickly realized that the party was much better at solving... disputes than him and shut the fuck up.

- Kelogul was I think the one that inadvertently convinced him to kill himself every single turn, lmao. His last turn was even spent offering one last bottle of rum out to him so he could drink before he went.

- Ellerian pissed him off before he adapted and learned what worked and what didn’t.

It took 5 rounds, and each round I had a description of how the guy was doing so they could get a gauge on their actions. I went into it not knowing what the fuck they would do, and assuming that the default plan (guy uses the giant spell behind him, then boss battle starts) would go through. I had a final boss fight written and planned. Even had his true form token!

(battle map quickly drawn by me)

They actually almost ended the fight with him simply killing himself, but Yoli swooped in on literally the last round before he took action to crawl up to him, give him a hug, and offer him three of her “best rations.”

So that was how the fight ended. He dropped the staff and the party was able to speak to him further afterwards, asking him his motivations. When he revealed to them that the spell behind him was simply an extremely powerful wish, Ellerian lost his shit. He gifted Ellerian his spellbook with his notes (a legendary item that not only teaches Ellerian Wish and a number of other cool spells, but is also gonna operate basically identical to the Tome of Stilled Tongue. We use gritty realism, so the player is EXTREMELY excited about it, lol).

The group of them realized that since they pretty much had access to a free wish spell, they could make one right there... and with it, instead of empowering themselves, or reviving their dead friends...

... they chose to break the curse of hunger on the Lord of Twilight Woods.

It was definitely an ‘anime is real and friendship is magic’ ending lol, but all my players are extremely excited. They want to try to go find the goddess that trapped him in the woods (the Queen of Air and Darkness -- the three kings made a bargain with her to escape their former master) next. Unsure if this will be the lead in for the epic campaign or what. Next few sessions will probably be wrap-up and figuring out what they want to do.

Oh also because they released two of the kings (their spirits moved on when they wished to break the curse), said Queen of Air and Darkness is EXTREMELY pissed at them. It will be my in-game way of awarding them their first epic “boon” -- immortality! While technically a boon the entire last half of the campaign has been pretty much about how immortality sucks, lmao.

So we’ll see what happens. I’m gonna leave it up to my players if they want to time skip jump into the epic campaign or play their children for a bit of an intermission. :D

#palidoozy rambles #d&d #from the mists #i may rewrite the monster block for the lord of twilight woods and release it just so all that work doesn't go to waste #im not mad it all went wasted though. i think it's an extremely interesting direction they took #and thinking of the way the dusk elven madness impacts this old ass character has been interesting #i just think they're neat ok #long post

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euthym1as · 3 years ago

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PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT MALTHUS OMG

I love hearing about people's ocs .. pls i beg

-Dendrograna

THIS IS THE 69th POST LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

NOW PLAYING: Maverick by The Boyz, MAISON by Dreamcatcher

okay so i'm not gonna reveal too much but i will say i am heavily influenced by star trek and the orville and that should put you on the right path (yes i'm making you guys guess, the mystique of his character is finding out who he really is as you know him)

he isn't a god. if you asked him if he was, he would laugh. no, he's just an engineer. fontaine has those, right?

he can't talk much, he can't stay in one place for too long, or they'll find him and take the one thing he knows how to use to protect himself.

in game he would be an electro catalyst, his signature weapon would be a book that's so worn it shouldn't be a catalyst, but it makes sense for him. the weapon is called Notes of Madness. its passive is based on the longer you've had the weapon, the more powerful it becomes. crit rate substat.

his main attacks, called Spiral of Rationality, would be fibonacci spirals of purple lightning,

because math is the only thing that stayed constant.

his e, called Preliminary Area Assessment, would set down a spiderweb of electro on the field in a sierpinski triangle like so:

his Q, called Circuit's Glow, would pulse the web of electro with electro dmg per tick based on multipliers of the fibonnaci sequence: x1, x1, x2, x3, x5, x8 (x13 unlocks at c6)

he would have a fontainean vision and be classed as a normal vision bearer laying low in liyue it's wrong, he knows that's wrong

his BIS would probably be either 4pc Emblem or 2pc Thunderer 2pc Noblesse. he's sub-DPS focused, and would work great in a taser team. [shhhh yes i gave him synergy with childe]

he has multiple spider and math/geometry motifs, and his constellation looks like the iron spider logo [this is my universe i do what i want]

his voicelines are as follows:

About Yanfei: Yanfei is someone I greatly respect, she's been a huge help in adjusting to Liyue's legislation, and her passion for her work is admirable. I'm trying to get over the antlers. Her and I go out for Crab Roe Tofu every week. She makes it in such an organized way, I like that.

About Keqing: The Qixing is an incredibly adept military organization, and I feel safe knowing she is in its direction. I too, agree with her stance on the humans arming Liyue themselves, and I have some plans about ballistas in the Harbor if she's looking for a secretary of defense.

About Xinyan: She's so cool! Her concerts are so lit, and I always find myself having a blast in her audience. The oldheads who scoff at her have no idea how ahead of the curve she is. Now, if only I could get her an electric guitar...

About Xingqiu: Ah, the short blue-haired nerd. The Guhua one. I met him checking out a book about old Liyuen ghost legends when I was looking up lore about the Adeptus Alatus, the Vigilant Yaksha. He has so many names! Anyways, the kid's got spunk. The Guhua clan is lucky to have him.

About Albedo: Personally, I don't think he exists. I think the Knights of Favonius are using a made up identity to put all of the Spark Knight's dubious bomb making under someone who sounds like he has experience. Someone who lives on Dragonspine? Yeah, there's no way. No human could stand those temperatures.

About Childe: Damnit, he's here, again? Sorry, I have to go. I can't let them catch me. Not when I've made it this far.

Final Ascension: ....This is Scout Unit #4216, checking in. Kepler 2 base, do you read? Kepler 2 base, do you read? I have found the energy source: I repeat. I have found the energy source. Send backup. I still can't get a frequency on this universe's location. Please. I don't know how much longer I can stay here. They're closing in on me... What was that?

his passive is that ruin guards/graders/machines straight up don't attack him, and he gets extra drops from them. they know better.

congrats you opened the read more, here's an art of him i never finished/finished shading because i can't draw his spider claws for shit + HIS TOP IS HARD TO SHADE

edit: i finished it lol

#OKAY THERE HE IS #feel free to send dms and he will interact with your god ocs #fair warning he doesn't like gods #malthusposting #his name has something to do with his cause #keeg writes #alien reader #asks #keeg speaks #oc creation #genshin oc

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brian-in-finance · 3 years ago

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Ciarán Hinds taps his own memories to play “Belfast’s’ Pop

“Having played emperors and presidents, it’s a far cry from where I am in my spirit or soul,” Ciarán Hinds says of his lengthy career of character roles.(Tom Jamieson/For The Times)

In “Belfast,” Ciarán Hinds plays the grandfather we all wish we’d had. His Pop is a kindly soul, serving as wise, warm counsel to his grandson Buddy (Jude Hill), the impressionable hero of writer-director Kenneth Branagh’s semiautobiographical drama. Now just a few days shy of his 69th birthday — and his first Oscar nomination — Hinds is thinking back on his own grandparents.

“Not as hands-on as Ken wrote Pop,” he says over a video call from London in early February. “When I was growing up, my father was a doctor — he’d come from a working-class family and worked [his way] up to lower-middle-class, so we were removed a bit from the grandparents. But there was not a week that would go by that we wouldn’t visit them, either by car or bus. It wouldn’t be a regular [occurrence], but it was pretty regular. But we didn’t have anybody who would sit down and have the time to go over stuff with you.”

Little on this celebrated character actor’s résumé would suggest he’d be so well-suited to play the ailing but nurturing patriarch of an impoverished Protestant family in 1969 Belfast, the Troubles brewing all around them. Studying at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art before being part of the Royal Shakespeare Company and Glasgow’s Citizens Theatre, Hinds has become a mainstay of auteurist cinema, working with the likes of Paul Thomas Anderson and Martin Scorsese, often portraying somber, severe individuals. Pop presents a different side, one that’s sweeter and more elegiac, and it seems to reflect the real Hinds, who’s unfailingly modest, his voice a gentle whisper.

Judi Dench, Jude Hill and Ciarán Hinds in a scene from “Belfast.” (Rob Youngson/Focus Features)

“Often, one is cast by the way one carries oneself — or the face one is cursed or blessed with,” Hinds notes. “Having played emperors and presidents, it’s a far cry from where I am in my spirit or soul.”

Hinds is about eight years older than Branagh, but they each grew up in Belfast. Branagh avoided advising him on how to play Pop, letting Hinds shape the character rather than imposing Branagh’s actual recollections of his grandfather on the performance. But Hinds says the script was guidance enough. The rest he took from his own family.

“I recognized in [Pop] some of the traits of my mother’s father,” says Hinds. “Especially the moments where he was working on little things out back — always doing something, fixing stuff. Then there was elements of my father — his ability to wind up the kids very easily, just to throw a little word in, and the next thing there’s doors being slammed. He’d say, ‘What did I say?,’ knowing full well what he said. [He had] that effect on people, but with a generosity and a kindness behind it.”

When Hinds discusses his upbringing, you hear the same affection for his family as Branagh’s cast brings to the fictional one in “Belfast.” That said, raised in a middle-class home, Hinds was encouraged to “get something behind you” — meaning, a proper job “for when you find out you’re never going to work in the theater.” Which explains why he initially went to college to become a lawyer, an occupation he never seriously considered.

“The truth is, at my first year at Queen’s University in Belfast, ostensibly studying law, I attended three lectures and one tutorial,” he confides with a chuckle. “I was kind of majoring in snooker and poker.” Hinds left Belfast later than Branagh — the filmmaker was 9, whereas Hinds was about 19 — but he shared with Buddy’s family a concern about how he’d be received in seemingly far-off England.

“I was very fortunate,” says Hinds. “I was going to a theater school with young students. They were very open. But I was coming from Belfast with a chip on my shoulder anyway, because of what was happening in the north of Ireland: ‘Your soldiers were all over us.’ But I [met] good English people, nice English people, who were interested and really wanted to know the issues. It seems like a small step — it was an hour’s flight to go to England — but it’s stepping off the island to a bigger island.”

He hasn’t been to his hometown much since. But he remembers going to movies as a lad — an activity that, in “Belfast,” is depicted as a magical event, one of the few instances this black and white film switches to color. For a young Hinds, cinema seemed an impossible dream. “Leaving the island and going to be trained at [the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London], we didn’t get any training in film whatsoever,” he says. “It was all about becoming a theater actor.”

Actor Ciarán Hinds(Tom Jamieson/For The Times)

His first movie role happened by chance. “I was in a pub. You worked without agents then — just be in the pub — somebody said, ‘Yeah, he’s an actor,’ and you got a job.”

It wasn’t just any job, though — this was for John Boorman’s “Excalibur.” “I was doing fringe theater at the time in Dublin, and I think somebody’d seen me,” Hinds recalls, almost with a shrug. “It was the look on my face he liked — medieval, or whatever it is.”

That face — timeless, weathered but capable of expressing such humanity — is a welcome sight for Buddy, who finds in his countenance a comfort during difficult times. When Hinds himself was a boy, he studied Irish dancing, a skill he shares with his young co-star Hill. Branagh thought it was kismet: As the director told Hinds, “‘He knows about discipline.’ Because, to learn the steps of Irish dancing, you’ve got to do it again and again to know where your feet go. You can’t just do it once and think you have it.”

Has such discipline been the secret to Hinds’ success?

“It didn’t help my lateness when I was younger, I’ll tell you that,” he replies, laughing. “I like to try and risk things — to get the essence down and the structure, but to try and be free. Now I realize, getting older, you need to be much better prepared, just because the old brain cells aren’t anywhere near as sharp as they used to be. But you throw it in the air to try and live in the moment.”

Remember… Hinds was encouraged to “get something behind you” — meaning, a proper job “for when you find out you’re never going to work in the theatre.” Which explains why he initially went to college to become a lawyer, an occupation he never seriously considered. — Los Angeles Times

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