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HEAD WRITER OF AKUDRIVE IS THE SAME GUY WHO WAS HEAD WRITER OF DR3???? HUH.
#like kodakas involvement is one of the first things we knew abt akudrive#but like. dr3 had Notably garbage writing. which i had laid at the feet of norimitsu kaiho bcos he was a new head writer#and likr say what u will for danganronpa in general but the games are mostly. cogent. in a way dr3 rlly is not#so i was like whatever i guess this guys just a bad writer#but then it turns out he was behind akudrive!!! kodaka was creator but norimitsu was again head writer!!!#and akudrive is GREAT!!!!! so it was a bit of a shock to the system#but tbh now i can kind of see if. rewatching it w seven and i had forgotten how fucking insane and stupid it is#it does kind of fall into dr3 stuff but it doesnt suffer as much for it bcos its not a Big Series Finale bungling the lead-up
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Today I learned a fact that kinda blew my mind, and I'm almost astonished I didn't know this before as someone whose chief interests include zoo animals, the U.S. Presidency, true crime, and D.C. history. What an opener, right? How could those topics possibly combine?
Well, buckle up and get ready to hear how negligent National Zoo leadership potentially could have killed a US President or started a local epidemic. Spoiler alert: They didn't. But only because luck was in their favor.
First, the part that I DID already know. In 2004, Lucy Spelman stepped down as the director of the National Zoo after a spate of controversial zoo incidents, including a string of unfortunate (and often preventable) animal deaths, misleading and missing zoo records, and other signs of negligence. The AZA even "tabled" renewing the National Zoo's accreditation for a year until they made some significant improvements. Spelman was also a vet and some of the cases she was accused of bungling happened at her own hands, not just under her supervision. It was a major disgrace for a zoo that was meant to represent the nation's capital.
I was in elementary school during these fraught years and I remember devouring articles about this in the newspaper, riveted with shock and dismay. Some of the deaths were just bad luck, but others were obviously negligent. The most infamous case was two red pandas killed by rat poison shallowly buried in their enclosures as a slapdash solution to the zoo's pest problem. A young zebra died of starvation and hypothermia after Spelman ordered the zebras' feed be cut in half, an orangutan was euthanized due to a recurrence of cancer that didn't exist (she actually had salmonella), a lion died after being administered over twice the usual amount of anesthetic, and more. I remember the names and details of these animals from when I first read these cases 20 years ago. But the one I'm talking about today is that of Nancy the elephant.
Nancy was a 46-year-old African elephant whose health had been steadily declining for several years. She suffered from a bone infection in her foot that seriously affected her mobility and quality of life. She had lost a lot of weight, she was fatigued, she even lay down at times. Nobody could be blamed for deciding to euthanize the obviously ill animal.
But they could be blamed for what was discovered in the necropsy after she was euthanized. While she did indeed have a diseased foot, the bone infection was only "moderate." Why, then, was she so obviously unwell? Her lungs had been destroyed by the effects of untreated tuberculosis. It was the tuberculosis, not the sore foot, that most contributed to her decline in health.
Hereâs the scary part: nobody knows how long she'd had it because she hadn't been tested for tuberculosis, a known concern for zoo elephants, in TWO YEARS. All this despite the fact that it's MANDATORY for all zoo elephants to receive a tuberculosis test once per year-- and in fact, it was a National Zoo staff member who pushed for that reform in the first place. And the elephant was on Prednisone for her foot issues, which zoo staff noted in her records made her more vulnerable to illnesses like TB. In fact, none of the zoo's elephants had been tested recently, which meant any of them, including one who was pregnant, may have had tuberculosis, too.
There are documented cases of humans catching tuberculosis from elephants. Now, Nancy the elephant had bovine tuberculosis, which seems to be less contagious to humans and which elephants haven't so far spread to humans... BUT it has spread to humans from black rhinos, a fairly close relative, so it seems likely that elephants COULD spread it. It can also take a while for TB for incubate (and can also be latent without symptoms), especially for elephants, so the elephants OR keepers who were around Nancy were at serious risk for TB.
NOW HERE IS THE PART THAT I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT UNTIL TODAY:
Spelman actively tried to COVER UP the situation, potentially putting many more people at risk. The elephant house was closed to zoo guests, but they were only told it was for "renovations." (The actual renovations, incidentally, were to improve ventilation so that illness would be less likely to spread.)
A BBC news crew that came to film the elephants was asked to keep a healthy distance from the elephants for their emotional health and the crew's safety-- the explanation given was that the elephants' group dynamics had been thrown off by Nancy's death. Spelman instructed zoo staff not to mention the TB situation to the BBC crew and, if asked why Nancy died, they were to respond that it was for multiple reasons and that the official test results weren't all back yet.
And here's the most shocking part of all, the part that made me GASP out loud. Spelman still personally gave some special VIP behind-the-scenes tours of the elephant house during the months that the elephant house was closed, a time when the remaining elephant inhabitants could potentially still develop active TB.
One VIP who received an elephant house tour was PRESIDENT BILL CLINTON and five family members!!!!
BILL. CLINTON. THE GOSHDARN PRESIDENT.
While zoo staff says that the tour was deliberately distanced and nobody got close to an elephant, there are photos of Bill Clinton's nephew about a foot away from an elephant's trunk. You know, their nose. The part they can spread disease with. So, uh, definitely in the danger zone there.
Hillary Clinton's brother, Tony Rodham, was on the tour and he said that nobody in the party was warned about TB risk or asked if they had any medical conditions that might (a. make them susceptible to communicable disease, or (b. be contagious to the elephants. This is especially egregious because according to zoo guidelines, all behind-the-scenes tour participants MUST be asked these questions-- not just when there's a very real possibility of a TB outbreak at the zoo.
Fortunately, none of the zoo's other elephants OR keepers ever tested positive for tuberculosis. But it was certainly a close call! And imagine what would have happened if a US President caught TB from a close encounter with an elephant thanks to poorly managed zoo staff.
Presidents meet a lot of people. In fact, this zoo visit happened only 2 weeks before the inauguration of President George W. Bush, which Clinton attended. He very well could have started a TB outbreak there. Heck, TWO US Presidents could have been infected!
Now THAT is something I will be thinking about for a long time!
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What happens if your yanderes first attempt to kidnap their darling fails?
Atalanta is SHOCKED. Like, legitimately shocked. How tf did you evade her squad of experienced kidnappers? She hired actual underworld men, men who kill, fight, steal, and poison for a living. These guys are professionals so how did you get away? They probably underestimated you. That makes her smile a bit; her sweet little Darling, clever enough to outsmart the strongest and most dangerous men in the area. Atalanta sighs. It's cute the first time, but it won't happen again. No matter how good/lucky you are, you can't hold these men off for long. They'll get you and transport you safely to Atalanta's arms.
Vivien is angry at himself. He's had lots of experience killing since his first murder was at 16, but he has no experience kidnapping. Logically he knows that he shouldn't be mad at himself, but he still is. He bungled up the first kidnapping of his Darling. Only thing for him to do is go home, take a hot shower, masturbate, then get a good night's sleep. He can start planning for the second kidnapping tomorrow. Remember, Vivien will only kidnap you if he feels like he has to so he's really upset. If he fucks this up a second time, he could lose his Darling and that's inconceivable to him. Maybe he needs better knockout drops or even just another opportunity, he'll gladly wait. This is for the fate of his life after all. He'll wait months if he has to.
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Your Prettiness is Seeping Through II (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
Warnings: maybe bungled the medical stuff and process of being admitted, suicidal ideation, aftermath, descriptions of self harm kind of? its not like currently happening. Bulimia and what comes with it. Those r the main things I think. Previous Chapter
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âSo theyâre admitting you?â
You could feel the snow being crushed beneath your weight as you leaned back on your hands. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon and your best friend was sitting next to you on a random curb, taking the pack of cigarettes from your hand.
It was mid-winter. The city streets bustled with the cheer of festive Christmas decorations and the harmonies of carolers. It almost makes you feel better. You never cared for Christmas, or religion in general, but the joy in the little kidsâ faces at the snow blanketing the streets, and the laughing of teenagers having snowball fights was cute.
It helped.
You sigh, turning towards your friend, âNo, I donât think so. Most thatâll happen is Iâll be in therapy, I guess.â
She rubs her hands together in an attempt to warm up, âI think Iâd kill myself if I got caught. Kidding, youâll be fine. Probably.â
You scoff, âThanks,â
You snatched the pack from her hand, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
You had gotten over the fear of throat cancer a long time ago. Itâs more of an expectation than a fear now. Smoking and purging at the same time kind of makes it an inevitability. The thought of death didnât scare you. Not that you were cripplingly suicidal. You didnât desperately want to die anymore, you just wouldnât mind if you did. If you died from all of these habits, it was fine, great even. If not, whatever.
Passively suicidal.
Tomorrow, youâll have your long awaited psych evaluation. You were shocked that it wasnât the first thing theyâd done. You werenât that big of a risk anyways. A week has passed since your parents caught you, and youâd been made to take a number of medical tests to determine the severity of your bulimia, or something.
The first one was a general physical assessment, the most simple yet most uncomfortable. You had been made to wear a hospital gown, which you felt was overboard but whatever. They wouldnât be able to admit you just based off of a BMI measurement, you were sure. You werenât very underweight, most bulimics you knew werenât. In fact, most of them were normal, sometimes overweight, but you just assumed it was because they were bad at it. You didnât feel anything looking at your weight. Numbers mattered, sure, but with every binge and purge, your weight fluctuated like crazy, so you learned to just look for signs of weight loss via mirror.
She read your BMI out loud, you knew it wasnât low enough to be a concern. You internally celebrated, until you noticed her eyes glancing down to your arm.
Shit.
Burning was your preferred method of self mutilation. Cutting was unsatisfying, messy, and a pain in the ass. Burns look disgusting when they heal though, which was the only downside. The scars are easily passable as cooking accidents and such. When theyâre still healing, though, charred, blistered, and disgusting, theyâre almost impossible to excuse. Your mom had caught you once, with your worst burn nonetheless. One offer of taking over the chores for the day and she was off your back, already taking her place on the sofa.
The burns werenât fresh, not at all. Most of them were years old, but you panicked nonetheless. Youâve seen how batshit they get at any sign of self harm. You watched as she glanced towards your arm, then turned back to her clipboard, writing something down. Subtly moving your other arm behind your back, you cover up the bruises on your knuckles.
You also had to go to a dentist appointment. Last time you went, you had just gotten your braces off and permanent retainers in. You still have glue on the back of your teeth from when your top retainer broke, they had never gotten rid of it. With how often it fell off, you were glad the dentist had given up on putting in replacements.
You were more worried about this appointment than the physical assessment. You couldnât keep food down, smiling with your eroded teeth was uncomfortable, and your breath was horrible. The dentist would definitely notice something, at the very least that you were a smoker. Your mother would hate that more than bulimia.
Honestly, despite all of these effects, you got the benefit of barely having a gag reflex. Which, now that you think about it, doesnât really matter considering you donât even like men.
Surprise was clear on your face when your dentist complimented you on the health of your teeth and sent you on your way.
You didnât really know what the other tests were, something about heart arrhythmias and electrolytes. You didnât care, you were so over it. It was all bullshit. You werenât sad. You werenât suicidal nor were you a danger to yourself or others. You were just bulimic, not on the brink of fucking brain collapse.
All of this was bullshit.
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Wandaâs senses come back one by one. Her ears pick up the soft whirring of machinery and occasional beeping of monitors. The soft footsteps of nurses and patients walking past, the opening and closing of a door as doctors enter, the scratching of their pens against their clipboard. The lingering scent of antiseptic reaches her nose, and the bitter taste in her mouth makes itself known. Her fingers pinch the stiff material of her gown, and she can feel the IV in her arm. Finally, she opens her eyes.
Waking up in the fiery depths of hell wouldâve been better than where Wanda was right now. She mumbled curses under her breath as she looked around, taking in the hospital equipment around her.
âNatasha?â She croaked out when she caught sight of her friend sleeping on the hospital chair in the corner of the room. Natasha jumped up, wiping the drool off her chin and rushing towards Wanda. âOh, thank god.â She sighed, pulling Wanda into an awkward hug.
She pulls back when she realizes Wanda wasnât hugging her back. âHow do you feel?â Wanda cringes at the pity on Natashaâs face. âPeachy.â She turns away, not stopping Natasha when she reaches to grab her hand.
The widow sighs, rubbing circles into Wandaâs hand, making her fingers twitch slightly. They sit in silence, not knowing what to say to each other. Wanda was glad Natasha had found her. She didnât want to be found at all, but at least it was Natasha.
She was so stupid, so fucking stupid. Of course it wouldnât have worked. She shouldâve just shot herself in the head, like a man. Sheâd read somewhere that men have higher suicide rates because they carry it out in more extreme ways. Girls usually go for lighter, prettier deaths. Overdoses, slitting their wrists in a rose petal filled bathtub, and such. More survivable, and less of a burden for whoever cleans up after them. Men don't feel the same obligation. So what if it's more work for the cleaners? A shotgun to the head is easier for them, that's what matters. They don't think about how puffy their face would get if they hung themselves, or how awkward they'd be positioned on the ground if they jumped off a building. They don't think about the possibility of surviving afterwards and dealing with the deformity.
Pietroâs lifeless body flashes in her mind.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â
Wanda finally notices the iron grip she had on Natashaâs hand.
She didnât want to talk about Pietro. Never. âWhatâs going to happen to me?â
Her friend looks away, âYouâre suspended until you get help.â
âWhat! No!â Wanda sits up, snatching her hand out of Natashaâs grip, âThis was the first time! Bruce tried to kill himself, why isnât he suspended?â
âThat was before he even joined.â
Wanda sighs, âSo, what like, therapy for a week?â
Natasha raises her eyebrows, âWanda, you tried to kill yourself. You need to be monitored.â
âIâm not a fucking child. Jesus, Nat!â
âItâs not up to me, Furyâs orders. Either get help or youâre fired, basically.â
âDonât I need a psychological evaluation or some shit?â
âWanda, you swallowed a whole bottle of whatever-the-fuck pills. I can evaluate you right now. Youâre fucked in the head, babe.â Natasha attempts to joke.
She sighs in relief when Wanda huffs out a laugh, âSo, youâre sending me to the loony bin?â
âYup. Itâll be great though, perks of being an Avenger.â Natasha places a comforting hand on Wandaâs shoulder.
âHow long will I be there?â
Natasha grabs Wandaâs hand thatâs picking at her gown, âUntil youâre better.â
The sound of a girl yelling stops their conversation.
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âInpatient would be the best optionâŚâ
The ringing in your ears blocks out whatever the doctor was saying. What the fuck. You were not crazy. So what if you were bulimic. You didnât constantly starve yourself and avoid food so you were chill, but you also were not getting fat, so you were hot. Itâs like a win-win.
Youâre sitting with your parents, a doctor across from you. He must be a therapist, or psychologistâŚpsychiatrist? Potato, Tomato.
A hand on your shoulder brings you back to earth. Tears are pooling in your mothers eyes, your father is sighing into his hand. âWhat about my classes? My life!â
âLower your voice. You arenât being sent away to the fucking Alcatraz.â Your father grits out.
The doctor chimes in, âIâm sure youâll be able to do your school work, most institutions let you have books and supervised computer time.â
You push your mothers hand off your shoulder. âWhy are you doing this to me?â
She scoffs, âMe? Why are you doing this to yourself!â
âYou canât make me!â Passersby can hear your voice through the closed door of the office.
It was true, they couldnât really. You were a legal adult, they couldnât make you do shit. Your mother pinches the bridge of her nose before turning to your father expectedly. You look back and forth between them with an eyebrow raised.
âWe wonât support you anymore if you donât do this.â He finally pushes out.
âWhat? As if youâve ever supported-â
Oh. Financially. College and such. Housing and such. FoodâŚand such.
Youâre not that level of adult, yet.
âWhat the fuck-â
âLanguage!â
âNo! What the actual fuck! Iâm not sick!â
Your fatherâs face contorts in anger, âDid you not hear a single word the doctor said? Your potassium levels, electrolytes, and heart are all fucked! You could have a heart attack!â He takes a breath,
âYou are killing yourself.â
âWhat?â You donât know what to say. Why is your heart beating so fast?
You let out a frustrated shriek, getting up to leave. They donât know what theyâre saying. You storm out of the office, narrowly avoiding passing nurses and stretchers, trying to ignore the sense of dread building within you.
Heart attacks were a lame death. You could imagine how stupid you'd look; jaw wide open, leaning back in your desk chair, clutching at your chest. The door to your room is always locked, so your parents wouldnât care to check for a while. Theyâd just assume you were isolating yourself.
Stiffening up in that position, rotting and decomposing. So lame, so ugly.
It didnât scare you.
Your head ricocheting off a wall interrupts your spiral.
Natasha winces, peaking over the door to find you on the floor, rubbing your head. Wanda had asked her to check what was going on, and you happened to be passing by at the same time she opened the door. You push yourself off the floor before Natasha could help you up. Black spots appear in your vision and you start swaying. You mustâve stood up too fast.
Natasha holds you up as you fall into her for a second, before you regain your bearings.
âGet off me!â
She lets go immediately, raising an eyebrow when you double-take at the sight of Wanda.
âSheâs so skinny.â
Wanda looks up at you, confused when she takes you in. You couldâve been the same weight as her, if not a little more. She doesnât read people's thoughts if she can help it, but yours were so loud. You blush when she makes eye contact with you, turning and stomping away.
Your footsteps fade as Natasha closes the door, making her way back to Wanda. The widow smiles at Wanda, poking her side, âI think she has a crush on you.â Wandaâs eyes widen, âNo way; she said I was skinny.â Natasha tilts her head, âLike in a disgusted way?â The witch looks down at her hands.
She assumed it was envy at first, but you didnât look like you weighed significantly more than her. Nor was it disgust, based off of how you looked at her.
âNotâŚreally. I donât know.â
Natasha sighs, âWell, it doesn't matter. Weâll fatten you up in no time.â
She winces at Wandaâs obviously forced laugh.
She didnât like being skinny, but it was an effect of her depression. It wouldnât be that easy to reverse. The only reason she was open to this treatment was so that she could go back to work. Sheâll just pretend to get better, go back, and work until she canât take it anymore. Next time, sheâll use a gun. Actually, would she subconsciously stop the bullet with her powers? The pills almost killed her, maybe sheâd just lock her door next time. She could pick up smoking, maybe thatâd be like a backup. A slow, eventual death could be happening in the background while she found short term options. Multitasker.
âWhatâre you thinking about?â
Wanda is taken out of her reverie as Natasha pokes at her stomach again. She smiles, shaking her head and curling up into the bed. The older redhead pats her shoulder, âThe squadâs going to visit before you leave. Just thought Iâd give you a heads up.â
Wanda groans, she didnât need any more people up her ass.
She stiffens at the sound of sniffling, looking up when she feels her shoulder dampen.
âDonât ever do that again.â
Natasha leans over her frame, hair masking her face. The brunette stammers, racking her brain for a reply. Sheâd never seen Natasha so emotional. It was like hearing Steve use slang.
She sighs, curling further into herself and ignoring Natasha. She wishes she could reassure her. Tell her that even the thought of trying again made her nauseous, but she couldnât. She couldnât live the rest of her life seeing her brother's corpse every time she blinks.
Living with the memory of Pietroâs death for the rest of her life was worse than any torture sheâd ever endured.
She ignores the flashing images as her eyes drift close, falling asleep to the sound of Natashaâs sniffling.
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A/N: I lowk regret writing in in second person but yolo. reply to this post if u wanna get tagged in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed!
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What are some of their attempts to convince Wukong? What Modern dating methods do they try (and occasionally butcher)? Old ones that don't quite translate (or Wukong pulls Amnesia)?
I sense shenanigans.
(And also have been struck by the image of Wukong opening a door to find one of the trio laying in bed with a "F*ck me" sign above them.)
(I was then subsequently struck by the image of Wukong responding, "Uhhhhh, I can't read? *closes door*"
When RinRin, Macaque, and Shanzha started their attempts in luring their husband to bed, they were completely blatantâŚin traditional standards.
Romantic gestures in that era were subtle. A simple exchanging of gifts would be a proclamation of eternal love. And there are so many secret languages: the language of flowers, the language of fans, etc.
(Warning: Slightly suggestive)
RinRin preferred slipping in sly, subtle innuendos in conversations and teasing Wukong like she used to do when they were young. She also likes using food as a tool to be touchy and suggestive. (Those poor bananas.)
Macaque would drag Wukong out to walks in the garden and anywhere else pretty. He would cling onto his arm during walks while wearing all the pretty hairpins and jade pendants that OG!Wukong had gifted him throughout the years of their marriage.
Unlike the other two, Shanzha doesnât have any history with Wukong and is in an unstable position, so sheâd be less blatant. Sheâd show off her skills in archery and would spar with him to encourage contact. Sheâd also wear clothing that would turn slightly sheer with enough sweat during these sessions.
When all of this didnât work, the three of them would outright ask Wukong to come visit their rooms.
All of this, of course, flew over Wukongâs modern head. The first time he accepted, he thought it was a sleepover. Shanzha and RinRin were too shocked to correct him when he visited them for the night (he tried to recreate scrabble lol) but Macaque doubled down and scared Wukong off when he made it clear what he invited him into his room for.
It was a little heartbreaking for Macaque but that sting was quickly eased when Wukong came to him with flowers the next morning and babbled about his amnesia. He played dumb and would continue to play dumb.
Unfortunately, upon every âfailure,â the three became more and more bold. (Thus, the hilarious scenario you painted in your ask. They had to spell it out for him at that point.)
When it was revealed that Wukong came from another world and time, everything clicked. They shifted gears. Instead of approaching all of this like spouses, they would then approach this as suitors. This would be a courtship.
After wiggling as much info about modern day courtship out of Yue, they took a try at this âdatingâ thing. It wasâŚfun. There was a bit of flower giving and hand holding. They would watch plays together with snacks (a try at a movie date). They would try to make homemade food with varying results (RinRin and Macaque burnt their offerings). They snuck out of the palace in disguises once to have a casual date without the pressures of court.
(Though they did bungle up the âNetflix and Chillâ idea and flustered the hell out of Wukong lmao. Yue only added that one as a joke.)
Wukong would see all this effort and be so, so flustered and yet so, so happy. Heâs a bit of a romantic so heâs a bit of a sap about these things. Even if the results arenât perfect, he appreciates the effort and he tries to reciprocate traditionally (though the three are beyond subtleties at this point and prefer the modern straightforwardness.)
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Number 12. âI spent so long in the darkness Iâd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.â
For the Halloween prompt thing, Stricklake. (thought it's exactly the soppy thing Strickler would say).
The wedding is off.
Probably.
At least, Barbara sure hopes it is after sheâd managed to bungle her vows oh-so-spectacularly that Pastor Vendel had declared her resistant to marrying and sent her away from her own wedding rehearsal. Which is fine with her. She absolutely does not want to marry a rude, condescending man like Lord Lake anyway. Who cares about his money and his land and his title?
Well, okay, fine. A lot of people do.
Including her overly nouveau riche parents, who are obviously more concerned with climbing society ladders than the happiness of their own daughter. Just because they chose to marry for position and not for love doesnât mean she should have to, too.
âIâd rather die than spend the rest of my life with a man I do not love,â Barbara declares softly, fingertips ghosting along rough capstones as she crosses over the bridge leading out of town. âAnd I do not love James Lake, nor will I ever.â
The wind seems to sigh in agreement, sending fallen leaves sweeping up off the misty road to dance around the hem of her skirt before skipping ahead down the path.
Absently, she follows them along the long and winding road.
âHe may be charming and handsome,â she continues as her path veers off to the right, away from town, âand he may have everyone else fooled, but I know in my heart Lord Lake is not a good man. I have seen the places he frequents. I know he is a cheat, a swindler. And not even a very good one if the rumors surrounding his gambling losses are to be believed.â
The road narrows under the thick canopy of trees.
âI fear he will drive us into the poorhouse if left unchecked.â
A crow caws ominously as she passes.
âThat is if his visits to those other types of houses do not put us there first.â
Something howls in the distance as the buzzing of cicadas grows louder.
âAt least I know of my fiancĂŠeâs poor character. The new Mrs Palchuk only learned of her husbandâs vices after they were already wed. The awful things I have heard him say to her... Well, itâs no wonder she has changed so much these past few months.â
Her fingers curl into fists at her side.
âHe is a monster. And I will not tolerate the same treatment from my own husband.â
A sudden gust of wind sends the dead leaves swirling into the air.
âOh! If there was only something I could do to stop this wedding once and for all! I would do anything!��
She stomps her foot.
âAnything!â
The leaves drop like stones and all the insects go deathly silent as the world around Barbara comes to an abrupt stop. Itâs enough to shock her back into awareness, and she heaves in a great breath upon realizing just how far off the road sheâs wandered.
Everything is eerily still for a moment and then:
Bang!
The sound is immediately followed by the crack of a tree splintering in half and Barbara whirls around, her eyes wide with terror, just in time to watch as a creature â tall and jade and made of stone, with horns and fangs and bright yellow eyes â emerges from its depths.
She chokes on a scream.
âIt sounds to me like you need not a husband,â a grin stretches clear across its face, âbut a murderer most foul.â
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Dragon Age Veilguard ramble (with some spoilers about the ending of the whole thing)
I... I know there are plenty of people defending this game. But on a story level, I am kinda confused. And frustrated. So The Veil is powered by the Evanuris who are immortal and trapped in a special alternate space veil prison thing where they serve as batteries until somebody cracks open the Veil.
So First Question: how the fuck didn't they (the Evanuris) escape from their prisons during Inquisition? I'm... I'm really confused how that didn't happen. I mean, Solas/Corypheus bungled it so bad it cracked a huge hole in the sky! TWICE! Once in the beginning of the game and then again at the climax! And what about the small rifts? I mean, Solas' knife ritual cracked open a hole in the Veil that WASNT MUCH BIGGER THAN A RIFT. Why didn't one of the Gods escape then? And you can't tell me those dumb little devices we helped hunt down for Solas were somehow keeping the Gods back. Most players didn't even find them all!
Second Question: did they seriously retcon Morrigan and her fucking son? And what is the deal with the Mythal lore? I mean, I ain't SHOCKED Solas probably once fucked Mythal or had feelings for her. That seemed obvious to me. But what the fuck about Mythal/Flemeth's scary warnings in Inquisition and DA2 about "reckonings" and "finally getting her vengeance"? ONE OF THE DA4 ENDINGS IS MYTHAL SOMEHOW REACHING OUT FROM MORRIGAN (oh and apparently Morrigan, she who feared her mom and feared becoming her mom's new meat suit for extending her life, decided to become Mythal's next host I guess???? Seriously???) TO TELL SOLAS TO LET GO OF HIS MISSION AND GRIEF? Are... Are you serious? What happened to all that fucking anger and plotting? Was that the ultimate plot of hers? Make Solas become a battery with the remainder of her killers? I... What. And what happened with the Old God Soul? Seriously, what about that? Is that supposed to be how Solas transforms into a fucked up hyena dog? (Sorry the design for the dread wolf is kinda disappointing to me.)
Third Question: Why is there a path option where somehow the Inquisitor Lover actually finally manages to persuade him to do the right thing? BRO, WHAT WAS TRESPASSER FOR THEN??? IF SOLAS IS WILLING TO DOUBLE-CROSS HIS LOVER AND ROOK TO GET HIS WAY, WHY WRITE THAT ENDING SCENARIO?
Fourth Question: Did the developers forget that Solas is actually pretty neutral about Blood Magic? Because there was a whole scene in the game where he claimed he abhorred blood magic and then proceeds to reveal the Veil is definitely partially a blood magic ritual. Or was it supposed to be a really lame "oh look he lies!" moment?
Fifth Question: Does this mean we retconned all those codex entries and Cole ramblings about how Solas was a spirit of Wisdom once and he LITERALLY HAS THAT SCAR ON HIS FACE BECAUSE HE BURNED MYTHAL'S VALLASLIN OFF WITH MAGIC? Because this makes the whole "Mythal and Solas are lovers and Solas did this all for her, blah blah" feel far more fucking malicious if that's still canon. I mean... Isn't it a bit weird to have at one point opposed the woman/god who quite literally owned you as an advisor/agent of her will, and then you burn her slave markings off your face, and somehow you became lovers somewhere in all of that? What kinda toxic bullshit is that? WHY TRY TO DESTROY THE WORLD FOR A TOXIC EX? Wanting to kill the Evanuris? Valid. Wanting to tear down the Veil to restore the elven people after seeing what happened to them? Fucked up but strangely valid. But arguing that he went through all that bullshit for his ex-lover because he "wanted to honor their promise and memory" feels really fucking janky and sloppy as a plot point.
And Sixth Final Question: Did bioware really not give me the ultimate bad ending of "Tear Down the Veil"? Because that's just plain disappointing.
#rambling#rant actually#i got carried away#dragon age#da4#da:v#dragon age veilguard#veilguard#veilguard spoilers#dragon age lore#debate with me here#i just dont get why they ended it like that#bro what
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Album Reviews #47 - Disco Volante by Mr. Bungle
Mr. Bungle were always inspired by David Lynchâs style of combining dream-like surrealism with the uncomfortable and the nasty. They had included some samples from Blue Velvet in their self-titled record, and now, they have gone ahead to create a full album of Lynch-inspired oneiric reverie. Disco Volante's music evolves with its own logic; the songs shift from moments of intense and scary other-worldly emotion to completely dissipate into miscellaneous sound collages, and then evolve into more miniature samples of wrecked music.
As with any David Lynch film, the atmosphere in the album can be as thick as it is ordinary. While the music seems dissipated and random in most senses, it is only so in its structure. I have always said that Disco Volante shares many sound similarities with Jeux des Dames Cruelles, an album by the band's first album producer, John Zorn. However, while the music of Jeux des Dames lets itself spill like the paint of a splashed canvas, the music of Disco Volante turns into something at the same time less and more tangibleânot the world of smeared paintings, but the world of dreams. There are so many miniatures of music composed in a wonderful tapestry of influences, ranging from Nuevo Tango and Psychedelic Pop to Klezmer, Raga Rock, and Acid Techno. All these miniatures of sounds can be as catchy as they are cinematic. While these moments can be memorable on their own, Disco Volante dissolves instantly into a cacophony of banal musique concrète sounds and field recordings or changes its train of thought to a completely different genre or composition without losing its character. For example, "Phlegmatics" starts with a Thrash Metal section, only to suddenly stop and slowly build up where both guitar and voice seem to be independent of the rest of the song in a beseeching lament while the drums are still on a chase. This way, "Phlegmatics" blends the sensation of yearning and anguish, which you can experience in nightmares or delusions caused by sickness. "The Bends" is composed mostly of an atmospheric piece exuding different ominous melodies per minute around a sci-fi flair. "Violenza Domestica" has momentary bursts of violence around cheap sentimentalism, slowly deteriorating into a creepily possessive song. This is something that many Bungle-inspired bands were unable to understand: Bungleâs eclecticism is more about genre-bending rather than song-swapping. The songs do not change one after the other in the same track, but they can explore wildly different sounds around the same idea while staying cohesive as a single, albeit broken, piece. Even when the jar is broken, it is assembled with the same parts it is composed of, rather than pieces from different jars, and thatâs where its genius lies.
The emotions in the record can be as terrifying and revolting as they can be in Lynchâs movies (as, for example, in Blue Velvet itself, with its plot involving kidnappings, sexual slavery, and abuse), but there are brushstrokes of an added emotional palette in this record. It is Mike Pattonâs whimsy and the band's knack for jest that give life unique of its own rather than one of a simply Lynch-inspired record. The buffoonery that embodies the record works to make it even more nefarious and depraved. With its banter, Disco Volante transforms what could be a world of pure horror and shock into a complete tapestry of depravity, making it one of the most horrifying albums you could ever hear. It is true that as it stands, this might as well become the less popular of the three mainline Mr. Bungle records, with its average dropping further every year and its overall track ratings barely managing to get a few bolded songs to date, which curiously enough seem to favor the tracks that maintain a proper rhythm instead of the more freeform ones. Still, though, I find it an absolutely incredible record, probably more so than the other two records, considering its attention to detail in creating a cohesive soundscapeâa palpable, almost tangible experience in the freeform song, which is something all other Bungle bands have not either managed or focused to create. If you find it way too difficult to properly grasp, my advice would be to start with the tracks that are more freeform and climb your way up, leaving the tracks with more apparent rhythm at the end, to not let your brain get used to their momentum before it is wise. The record as a thematic piece is summarily cohesive, but if the order of its movements disconcerts you more than what it helps you, you can still take advantage that all these are different songs and that they are pieces you can independently digest as you see fit.
As it stands today, Disco Volante is one of those records that might be too difficult for most people, but its experience is undeniably unique and amusing. It's edgy, funny, hilarious, and incredibly vivid and striking. If you are interested in art that accurately represents the world of dreams, I absolutely recommend it to you, not just because of its oneiric quality, but also because it is completely evil and hysterical.
My version thing to do is putting all The Bends sections between each song, this connects the album with a thematically spooky ambience. Moving Nothing after After School Special and putting The Bends ending, Re-Entry, allows the album to end in a gust of noise and loop back to Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead.
Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead
Man Overboard
Chemical Marriage
The Drowning Flute
Carry Stress In The Jaw
The Secret Song
Aqua Swing
Desert Search For Techno Allah
Follow The Bubbles
Violenza Domestica
Duet For Guitar And Oxygen Tank
After School Special
Nothing
Phlegmatics
Nerve Damage
Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz
Screaming Bends
Backstrokinâ
Panic In Blue
Platypus
Love In The Event Horizon
Merry Go Bye Bye
Re-entry
8/10
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31 and 36 for the ask game đââď¸
Okay so Iâm going to answer these in reverse because while I was thinking of the answer to 31 I ended up having a whole tangential rant and Iâm going to put that part of my answer under a cut lol
36. I think Mikey is the hardest one for me to write. Heâs easy enough as a side character, but when I try to make him the main character I have a harder time delving into his flaws and problems and what makes him tick as a driving force of the narrative. Itâs something I would like to change, though, because I love Mikey a lot. Iâm grateful to the people who write Mikey-centric fics because I can read those and learn more so I can better rotate him in my brain microwave haha
31. So itâs not necessarily that I dislike Donnieâs Gifts as an episode, but I do tend to pretend it didnât happen most of the time, because I have no idea what to do with it lol. Itâs definitely not meant to be taken too seriously and I think thatâs fine, and I donât really like taking it too seriously. But I am usually writing more serious-flavored fics, so bringing up that time Donnie put a shock collar on his brother feelsâŚ. well, it breaks the tone haha
I have enjoyed the occasional fic or comic that DOES choose to take it seriously but I prefer to just pretend itâs not there for my own work.
Mind Meld is kind of in the same boat but this is where I ended up going on a whole tangent so Iâm going to put it under a cut
The thing with Mind Meld is I feel like they had a good idea but then lost the through line. I THINK they wanted the ultimate lesson for Donnie to be that he prefers his brothers the way they are, even if that means they donât think and act like he does. And I donât think this is a bad issue to tackle with Donnie. Overall I kind of like the idea of him using a machine to make his brothers more like him as a thing he thinks at first will be beneficial, so thatâs not really where my problem is.
My problem with the episode is⌠it works? Like, they do the mission properly. And then the bros end up being even smarter than Donnie and better at doing things. So by the end it feels like Donnie isnât reverting his bros because he misses them, it feels like jealousy. Especially because they start being actively hostile toward him.
If I were writing the episode, I would have them bungle the mission the second time too. And Donnie would not understand, because how could four of him have messed it up! But of course, itâs BECAUSE you have four people who all think the same way that it falls apart. They all get caught up in Classic Donnie Overthink and everything goes to shit. Mikey can no longer razz his tazz around an obstacle and Raph doesnât want to use his fists for smashing and Leo is thinking straight forward and not in 4 dimensions.
Donnie having to come up with a THIRD plan, one that properly took his brothersâ strengths and personalities into account, and then convincing his Donnie-fied bros to think that way and thus accomplish the mission, would show that Donnie has learned the error of his ways and has come to fully understand the strengths that each of his brothers has even if they arenât the same strengths Donnie has. Which is what Donnieâs Gifts was trying to do too but if theyâre going to do the same story twice anyway might as well do it better the second time.
Anyway in conclusion Nickelodeon should hire me /j
Thanks for the ask!
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Path of Totality, part 1, a Rebelcaptain Smut month fic
hi, hey, hello!
please enjoy my conspiciously smut-less first part of my two part smut prompt!
prompts: aphrodisiac, undercover, "tell me how much you want me" and honeymoon
thank you to @andorerso for organizing this even and for stuntreading for me. also thank you to @quarantineddreamer for generally being an angel and talking me through some of the rougher parts of this.
part 2 is coming along nicely, but i am who i am-- look for it next week. i figured since i combined so many prompts that i would just post right smack in the middle of the month (yeah that's why, not because i was characteristically late. no.).
PREVIEW
Cassian runs his hand through his hair, shakes his head, coughs. âIâm more worried about me⌠what Iâm liable to do.â
Jyn quirks an eyebrow at him, incredulous. Cassian? Unable to complete an op? Bungling a mission? Thatâd be the kriffing day.
âDid you take your drug inhibitor?â he asks her abruptly, for probably the fourth time in an hour.
âYes,â Jyn answers flatly. âHey,â she states sternly when he wonât meet her eyes.
His eyes finally lock onto hers and he swallows. âThis guy⌠Kanith⌠heâs kind of aââ
âA bastard?â Jyn offers, hands on her hips.
Cassian nods.
âYou donât say,â she drawls. âYou donât think I know that some second-rate drug lord is a piece of bantha shit?â
He laughs, something oddly forced about it. Itâs a queer moment of pretense coming from him. Cassian is the type of person who is either entirely genuine or so good at faking it youâd never fucking notice. âItâs not justââ he grimaces, licks his lips. âHeâs a bit of a scoundrel. A pervert.â
She huffs, crosses her arms. âI know the type. Iâve handled my share of perverts.â
Cassianâs patience with her dismissals seems to finally snap and he steps closer to her, places his hands on her shoulders. âJust⌠he might make us do things. Have me⌠do things to you.â He pauses, the look on his face scraping Jyn raw. âThatâs what he does. He likes to watch.â
A shaky breath leaves her as many, many thoughts swirl through her mind at once. As many, many sensations zing through her nerves. Disgust, shock, excitement. She stiffens, swallows as her mouth goes dry.
read it on ao3!
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over course of trip to seattle learned about damion searls new translation of the tractatus, which left me livid enough to overcome the local SAD. was going to write a long angry post about it until i learned aw moore had already written a much better scathing review in lrb complaining about the exact things i would haveâin particular: the travesties made of 1 and 2.141. both, but the latter especially, reminded me of blooms comments on cornford in the preface to his republic translation:
There is no doubt that one can read the sentence as it appears in Comford without being drawn up short, without being puzzled. But this is only because it says nothing. It uses commonplace terms which have no precise significance; it is the kind of sentence one finds in newspaper editorials. From having been shocking or incomprehensible, Plato becomes boring.
this seems like the obvious outcome of a translation that emphasises leaving the final product natural and unjarring in the target language: genuinely jarring thoughts present in the original are penalised from the outset
there was one part of the introductory essay moore ignores i thought was worth commenting on:
partly its shocking that you would openly admit, in the course of translating a text, to simply ignoring anything it has to say about translating btwn languages. but moreso it is baffling you would choose to translate a source text whose explicit statements about the process you clearly regard with such contempt. (he tries to soften the blow by citing the notoriously obscure and evocative 6.43 as evidence of wittgensteins "glimmers of recogÂnition" that searls own extreme anti-literalist stance on translation is superior; looking to correct the relatively lucid by the relatively opaque is a classic hallmark of the eisegete.) active malice is a poor foundation for textual fidelity. the fact this contempt leads him to fatuously bungle crucial passages like 2.141 is just icing on the cake
i did think this passage (it goes on much longer but this conveys the gist) from his recent book on the philosophy of translation (which i decided to hateskim) was particularly revealing. this isnt the etymology or meaning of that word in philosophical contexts at all. the root is the latin "intentus", which comes closer to "attentive" or "focused" than to anything like "intending" or "intention" as usually used by english speakers, and the meaning is about mental states that take or attend to an object or state, the way eg that vision is of some visible thing/fact. this more general use dates back to the middle ages; any association with orientation to action is incidental and/or idiosyncratic to certain authors (such as merleau-ponty, whos being invoked hereâor maybe it is, ive never actually read him). looking up the term in any reputable reference book would have disabused him of this error
to some extent this is obviously nitpicking; he wants to make a point about the nature of perception and how it relates to his understanding of translation, the phenomenology jargon is just window dressing. but this is a book about translation! he is trying to convey his expertise in finding the right way to translate the right word! speaks extremely poorly to his fitness for this i would think if he makes a slogan for much of his book out of a phrase whose historical meaning he has clearly ignored outside the narrow context of one specific and atypical writer on the subject. even if you think the highly specific theory of intentionality is correct, omitting the historical context of the expression and its cognates cuts any readers off from any larger conversations to which this theory is contributing, the same way flitting freely between different words in the target language for the same word in the source will muddy lines of thought developed internally to the text
whenever i see ppl on here discussing translation it seems to be in a vein much closer to how searls writes about it. the translators task is to capture the feeling or vibe of the passages translated; literal translation, favouring preservation of sentence structure and uniformity of word choice over fidelity to sentiment and deep meaning, is mechanical, soulless, and amateurish. a major pitfall to this approach being that you can easily find plenty of cases where the translator thus interpreting their job is insensitive to the actual vibes at hand
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