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haeoflii · 6 months ago

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"Transported to a surreal world, having to go on an adventure while trying to find a way back home...This is just like that popular children's book that got adapted into a movie......! The Wizard of Oz!" *incorrect buzzer sound*

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A fun-loving toon who got swept away in a carriage from their wacky cartoon world and transported to a twisted anime world.

INFORMATION:

Grade: Freshman

Class: Class A

Birthday: July 7

Age: 19

Orientation: AroAce

Height: 178 cm/5'10 ft

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: ???

Species: humanoid toon

Club: Film research club

Best Subject: Art

Hobbies: Photography and scrapbooking

Pet Peeves: People throwing fruit skins away

Favourite Food: As long as it's food

Least Favorite Food: Dead rats, bugs, inanimate objects

Talent: Photography and pulling random things out of thin air

NICKNAMES FOR OTHERS (Usually used to annoy them):

Grim: Grimmy-poo/Grimmy

Ace: Acey-wacey

Deuce: Deucey-goosey

Jack: Jacky/Jackaroo

Epel: Epel-peel

Ortho: Toto/Astro boy

Sebek: Mr. braggadocious crocodile

Malleus: Hornton/Mally

Ruggie: Mr. bag-snatcher

NICKNAME FOR THEM:

Grim: Henchmen

Leona: Rook 2.0/herbivore

Floyd: Shrimpy

Rook: Trickster

Malleus: Child of man

Ruggie: Pickpocketer

Sebek: DOLTISH HUMAN!!! (full caps are a must)

BACKSTORY:

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TRAITS:

Optimistic, nifty, adaptable, resilient, carefree, good-natured, cheerful, dense, obtuse, naive

RELATIONSHIPS:

(credits to @/ai-kan1 for the template!)

I did not check the spelling for this so I'm sorry if this was cheeks 😬

THE BOYZ🥶💯🔥—THE FIRST YEARS:

ADEUCE + GRIM: Dumb, dumber, dumbest and dumd spelled with double d. The three of them would rather take a bullet to the head than admit that they care for each other a lot. Charlie would say they love them from the moon and back and still take the bullet to the head just for fun! (it's not like they could die anyways. They're a toon gosh darn it!!) No matter what the situation is, they'll always have each other's backs—even if they complain and whine along the way!

JACK: Charlie absolutely admires Jack's strong sense of justice! After book 2, Charlie felt bad that Jack watched his role model be an asshole so they tried to be a good role model for him but they're literally no better than Leona. Jack appreciates it though. Jack's wolf form reminds Charlie of a puppy he and his brother used to take care of while they were living on the streets.

EPEL: Epel is ecstatic to find someone who shared the same problem as him—being mistaken for a girl. Every time someone mistakes both of them as a "she", Epel is the first to correct them—saying that both of them are the "most manliest men you've ever seen!" Charlie dgaf abt it but whatever makes him happy. Epel is also a bit jealous that Charlie doesn't have a problem with being perceived as feminine.

SEBEK: Sebek looks down on Charlie because he thinks they're uneducated (which is true because they've never been to a school before) and that they should pursue their educational prowess seriously. Despite the rude and almost offensive remarks, Charlie admires him for his hardworking, honest nature and loyalty to his young master! Even though Sebek claims to dislike them, they're the first person he goes to if the Diasomnia gang is not there to ramble about Malleus. They even occasionally praised Malleus along with him!

THE UNEXPECTED FRIENDSHIP—VIL:

Being in the same club as him, Vil didn't expect for the both of them to get along so well.

At first, Vil thought that Charlie wasn't going to take this club seriously; thinking that Charlie will just play around the set and make a mess but was taken back by surprise to see that they has a bit of knowledge on cinematography as well as their skills with a camera. Charlie on the other hand, was used to being the one behind the camera and was the one who helped their ex-girlfriend become famous.

Charlie's weird and quirky antics as well as their love for beauty reminds him of Rook, while Vil's strict yet passionate personality reminds them of their ex-girlfriend who is a model/actor just like him.

THE BLUNT BANGS FREAKS—ROOK:

Speaking of Rook, Charlie became photography buddies with Rook after accidentally bumping into each other in a bush while trying to take pictures of the other students. With their forces combined, the students of NRC could never catch a break from their constant terrorizing pestering.

Charlie thinks Rook's flamboyant and dramatic antics are hilarious while Rook finds Charlie's toon body fascinating and would sometimes use them as a test subject for whatever he's got in store for them. Unfortunately, Charlie can only match 45% of Rook's freak so they find it super weird. (but who are they to judge him?)

RIVALS OR BUDDIES?—RUGGIE:

At first glance, Ruggie expected Charlie to be naive or overly friendly with the way they treat others and thought it would be funny to treat himself to a nice lunch with their money (that he was definitely just borrowing). Bumping into them and snatching their wallet, he looked inside only to find it empty with trash inside and moths flying out of it.

Sighing, he decided to buy something from the vending machine, only to find his wallet missing. From the corners of his eyes, he saw a very smug Charlie, with his wallet on one hand, and munching on a donut on the other.

And from that day on, both of them will try and outwit each other. Not only that, they bonded instantly due to their similar upbringing growing up. Occasionally, one of them will treat the other to lunch (with someone else's money of course)

TWO GOLDEN RETRIEVERS AND A BLACK CAT—THE SHROUD SIBLINGS:

Extroverted, loud and optimistic—everything in a person that is on Idia's avoid list. Idia finds Charlie intimidating and would rather jump off a cliff than interact with someone as lively as them.

While for Charlie, they're really fond of Idia since he reminds them of their younger brother a lot—especially his anxious nature and his trouble with making friends. Despite their personalities being different from night to day, if given the chance, they would definitely be friends.

Ortho is glad that someone other than him likes his older brother. Ortho tries to get his brother to befriend Charlie with him protesting, saying that Charlie is basically the "Anti-Idia". As for Charlie, they enjoy talking to Ortho and treats him as if he's their own younger brother. Charlie dotes on him often, almost to the point of the first years thinking it's plain favoritism. (Charlie feels incredibly homesick every time they see the siblings with each other)

THREE MAFIA BUSINESS MEN VS STREET SCAMMER—THE OCTOTRIO:

NO NO NO! BIG ON CHARLIE'S NO NO LIST. Charlie may have trouble with solving 76 + 19 but they recognise a scam when they see it. After all, they're a money-grubber too! Despite knowing that Azul is a sucker for capitalism, Charlie sees Azul as someone who worked to the top, disciplined, organized, and efficient in their work; Jade, a person who is passionate about his interests and land life; Floyd, someone who dances on the beat of his own drum. But if Charlie admires them, they wouldn't dare go near them even with a 10ft pole!

FLOYD: SHRIMPYYYY!!!! He finds Charlie super interesting! He wants to see how hard he can squeeze them until their eyes pop out of their head. If Charlie ever turned pocket sized, he'd try to chew them like a dog toy. In Charlie's words: "Floyd's like a runaway car with no driver; unpredictable and chaotic. It's fun to watch and guess what it's gonna hit from afar but the moment it starts to swerve towards you that's when you start running."

JADE: Jade thinks Charlie's an interesting critter. He enjoys messing with them because they make an amusing face when they're scared. When Azul pissed him off, he'll ask Charlie to cook something up for Azul and make Charlie watch him eat it. Azul feels pressured because Charlie's giving him puppy-dog eyes while Jade is giving him the most shit-eating smirk ever. Azul fainted after smelling it and was sent to the infirmary that day.

AZUL: Azul considers Charlie to be a good worker in the Montrol Lounge. Charlie's friendly and outgoing attitude brings in a lot of customers, they're efficient in their work, and they're able to carry 10 plates on each arms along with a plate on their head without ever dropping it. But they are completely BANNED from entering the kitchen. He even made a custom metal sign for it! Every now and then, Azul lets Charlie perform their "magic tricks" (normal toon physics) in the lounge.

VICTIMS OF CONSTANT ANNOYANCE—RIDDLE, JAMIL & LEONA:

RIDDLE: If Riddle had a "no lash out" streak, it'll go back to zero every time Charlie feels mischievous. Charlie wants him to lighten up a bit while Riddle wants them to take life a bit more seriously. On rare occasions, Charlie buys pastries from a cafe for Riddle as an apology. At one point, they bought a cake similar to this one.

JAMIL: Charlie sorta understands what it's like wanting to be free, to fly away from the bird cage where they force you to sing but everything that Charlie does reminds him of Kalim. So Charlie keeps quiet. But Charlie being Charlie, they can't keep quiet for too long. Sometimes, Jamil contemplates on whether or not he should knock their teeth in.

LEONA: A total pain in the ass. Leona fully believes that Charlie was dropped on the head as a kid. While Charlie thinks he's super cool like a cool older brother—especially during book 3. If you ever see Leona smirking in his sleep, just so you know it's probably about punching Charlie in the face. Nobody tells Charlie this otherwise it'll get to his head but Leona finds them a biiiit endearing, like this much🤏 Their cheerful attitude reminds him of a certain lion cub.

LATE NIGHT YAPPERS—MALLEUS:

In almost every twst universe, there's a friendship between the prefect of the Ramshackle dormitory and the Prince of Briar Valley and of course so does this universe. Both of them don't mind the other rambling a lot since they're both good listeners. He's never seen anyone smile so brightly at him before. How can someone act so comfortable with him? Don't you know he's the future King of as well as one of the most powerful mages in the world? And yet Charlie treats him as any other person. Not as the Prince of his kingdom but as an equal instead. Just another student. A friend.

Talking with Malleus feels rejuvenating for Charlie. A calm slow walk around the campus is just what they need after their usual fast-paced chaotic schedule. They also find Malleus' sense of humour funny. His pulse rushes, his head reeling and his face flushes every time he makes them laugh. (definitely not because of his smaallll tiny itty bitty crush....noo not that at all)

TRIVIA:

- Their name "Sue Pierre Calli Francis Lizzie Lexis Ally Dokken" is a reference to the word "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" from Mary Poppins.

- I picked the name Charlie because of the song "Charlie's inferno" and because they were originally a genderbend version of Charlie from back when Hazbin Hotel pilot just aired but I liked it so much that I made them into an oc. And as for jackyl, it just rhymes with ramshackle 🤷

- On their second week in NRC, they pickpocketed around 70 people.

- Idia reminds him of his younger brother.

- Charlie's gloves are a reference to those old rubber-hose cartoons.

- Charlie can stretch all the way up to the Stratosphere but he will feel the effects of ultraviolet radiation.

- Charlie's bag can hold up to 5000 items.

- Charlie used to date a hot celebrity and no one believes him (a lil nod to Roger Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit)

FULL BODY + SILLY GIF:

How Charlie looks at Azul expecting him to eat their radioactive, foul-smelling, non-digestible, toxic, evil-scented "food" that they made:

#I WANNA REWRITE THE VICTIMS OF CONSTANTS HEADACHES BUT I'M TOO LAZY ;-;#I'm gonna be honest the reason why the backstory is redacted is because I'm not satisfied with it #I've rewritten it 4 times and i still don't like it #also if there's any spell mistakes just so you know i was petting my cat while typing because she's clingy #And also because I'm like really sleep deprived #twst #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twisted wonderland oc #disney twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twst oc introduction #twst oc intro #twst prefect #twst ramshackle #hae's art✩#charlie ⭐

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super-ion · 7 months ago

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The Engineer

Part 2

(Part 1)

I wake from a nightmare.

It isn't my nightmare.

Well… it is mine. My brain provided the framework and context. I was in the training console, one of the battle sims, one of the ones where everything goes to shit, one of the ones where they fuck up the parameters just to watch you panic and squirm until you fucking crack.

That was me. I cracked. Four of the hell sims and I cracked hard.

The battle in the nightmare wasn't a sim. It was real. It was Morrigan's.

I'm sitting in my quarters, sweating and trembling, clutching at my chest as I try to sort out what's mine and what's Morrigan's.

Neural bleed.

Fuck.

No… it's… I've run through the playback, in full, three times with Morrigan. It's enough times for the individual events to stick in my brain.

That doesn't explain the screaming.

It doesn't explain the soul rending scream that is still echoing in my skull right now.

Zephyrus was a sabre class, front line heavy. The team has spent... I don't even know how many hours in the playback analyzing the battlespace in the moments before Zephyrus’ pilot died? The rogue incendiary burned straight into the cockpit, the pilot was probably vaporized before they even realized their error.

But Zephyrus screamed. It screamed and screamed and screamed.

Morrigan had muted that part, trying to spare me, but it fucking bled through the link anyway. Now I'm having fucking nightmares of the sound of someone becoming unmade.

Salvage ops recovered the mech, whisking it off to god knows where.

I don't actually know what happens to AI's that lose their pilots. It's my job to keep them alive, not deal with them after the fact.

I've… shit… I've worked on Zephyrus. It wasn't the same as Morrigan. None of them are the same as Morrigan, but… shit…

I shuck off my tangled sheets and sit on the edge of the bed, futilely trying not to let my thoughts get away from me.

There had been a personality matrix meant for me. There had to have been. Mech AIs are completely custom made for their pilots. Mine likely wasn't much past the most basic template by the time I washed out, nothing more than a collection of algorithms and a dataset consisting of my psych profile.

It never got to be.

Was that better or worse than the horrible scream that I can still hear?

I can't be alone right now.

I jump off the bed and pull on some clothes, leaving the room without even knowing where I'm going.

I pass a few of the night crew. They watch curiously as I walk by. An engineer, barefoot in her night clothes, can hardly be the strangest thing they've seen.

I barely notice them.

My thoughts are spiraling now.

I was meant to be a pilot. It's the only thing I ever actually wanted. But I fucked it all up. I tricked everyone, myself included, into thinking that I could make the cut.

Fucking hell. A pilot died and I'm fixating on my own feelings of inadequacy?

What would I have done? What could my presence in the battlefield have changed?

Chances are it would have been me dying… or worse, freezing up and getting someone else killed.

I freeze, my wrist hovering uncertainly over a security access reader. With a sickening, crystalizing clarity, I realize that I have unconsciously made my way to her. Beyond the security door is the vestibule leading to Morrigan's cockpit.

What the fuck am I doing here?

My presence at this hour, though odd, would not be remarked upon. It is not uncommon for engineers to have moments of insight in the middle of the night. It is not uncommon for us to need to access hardware for analysis and simulation at all hours.

But tonight there is no flash of insight. Tonight, I'm not even an engineer. I'm just a scared little girl wrapped up in her own feelings of failure, with a head full of someone else's grief.

Neural bleed.

I can't deny it. I'm spending too much time with Morrigan. I should go back to my quarters, request a psych eval and some time off, try to get my head on straight.

And yet, I hesitate.

I want to step through this threshold. I want to go to her. And… what?

I can't integrate with her, not in any kind of way that matters, not with my engineer's rig.

I will *never* experience the full body sensorium of a pilot linking with her mech. It is horrible knowing I was meant for something, having full awareness of all the expectations of me, both external and internal, only to have that life snatched away because I wasn't good enough. Half my soul is missing. There's this yawning void inside me that can never be filled. Not by Morrigan or anyone.

I wipe a tear off my face. I'm in no state to do any sort of interfacing. I'm in no state for much of anything.

I don't want to be alone. I don't know how to not be alone

I press my wrist to the security panel. It confirms my identity and flashes green.

My access will be logged. This is a horrible impulse to follow for so many reasons.

I don't fucking care.

It takes everything I have to maintain composure, to not burst into tears and run to the open hatch of the cockpit.

The soft red glow illuminating the cockpit brightens slightly, lighting my way.

She knows I'm here.

Does she even want me here? Why would she? I'm not her pilot. I'm not any mech’s pilot.

The glow pulses, beckoning me. The cradle shifts to a configuration that I know is meant for me.

I unzip the sweatshirt that I'm wearing and throw it unceremoniously in the vestibule before falling into her embrace.

It's too familiar, the motions of this routine as her jacks slip into the ports on my rig.

I'm too close.

I'm not close enough.

I nearly sob as data streams into my consciousness. The void fills, just slightly.

All systems green.

It isn't enough. It will never be enough.

It has to be enough.

The data stream ebbs and I receive a ping across the link.

- STATUS?

My breath catches. My eyes flutter open, darting to any one of the many cockpit cameras focused on me.

She wants my status.

“I couldn't sleep,” I tell her. “Bad dreams.”

(Next)

I don't know how, but she seems to understand. The cradle shifts to a more relaxed posture. She holds me in her embrace as I tell her about the nightmare.

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fizzyjacuzzi · 25 days ago

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K-pop demon hunters is a fun watch, the songs are catchy and good, animation and art direction amazing, but I'm not really a big fan of how they gloss over the k-pop industry like it's very clean, instant, and easy. It feels like an outsider's perspective of what k-pop is.

Disclaimer: I was pretty active in kpop fandom spaces during 2019-2023, and still keep up some until this day.

(opinion + criticism under cut, along with out of context spoilers)

First, the good parts: The dance and styling are reminiscent of popular k-pop (major K/DA + BP + IVE vibes for the girls, BTS/NCT Dream + Atz/Skz for the boys). The ridiculous variety show, yes, they exist, but not quite like the one in the movie where it feels like a mashup of Hot Ones, Japanese game shows, and Donnie and Connie more than anything. Obsessive fan culture, a bit touched upon, with the opening introduction, but didn't explore it enough, especially with the dating taboo (missed opportunity, I'd say), fans were too supportive and too positive for the Huntrix + Saja Boys thing.

So, those good things are are also the bads: the way these are portrayed seems pretty surface level, sanitized, simplified, over the top and comical. Eating carb-heavy, presumably spicy, greasy foods right before singing? Horrible idea, their voices will give out. No rehearsal and soundcheck before the concert? Unprofessional. Announcing a new single a few hours before release? Without marketing and promotion months beforehand? Holding a live show right after said sudden release? There are other kpop groups in universe, How Do They Get Their Slot in music shows with the sudden, unplanned release!?

The industry is cut-throat and competitive, which is barely shown through how Saja Boys dominated the chart and suddenly removed Huntrix from their throne. Often, idols don't have that much of a say of creative nor executive decisions. Even those with such freedom will always have to relay their decisions to the top brasses first before moving a limb. So: no, Rumi will not be able to release the song with one single click. Especially if it's Huntrix, a group single and not, say, Soundcloud Mixtape. And no, Rumi won't be able to just leave a live show without repercussions. Media will have a field day with that, and netizens will leave scathing remarks and not-unfounded criticism along with mean-spirited bullying. Plus, after the mess with the Idol Awards, their career will not be able to recover. "Public breakup" will either paint one side as evil or dunk on everyone. All in all, the portrayal of k-pop in this movie is terribly unprofessional and fantastical. How did it not get out that the girls broke into the men's baths? And how did they not get protest trucks and threatening letters when Huntrix and Saja boys were seen chummy chummy in the same fan event? Did the girls not receive any PR training at all?

Many celebrities have gone down overnight over lesser offenses: women being too thin or too fat; being spotted clubbing and smoking weed. Huntrix wouldn't survive a year. In my opinion, they could have capitalized on how cutthroat the industry is when Saja Boys are trying to topple Huntrix's top dog spot: make use of scandals and rumour mills, destroy their reputation, and usurp their throne.

It's made to be palatable for audience unfamiliar with k-pop, but made to capitalize on the name k-pop on its title, with characters, especially the girls, written to be quirky, relatable, disney princess template with not much other personality traits. Honestly, I think that even if you erase the K-pop in the title and all the gratuitious Korean vocab, names, and hanboks, and make them ambiguously-fictional-Asian instead, they will not make much difference narrative wise.

My major gripe with this movie are 1. that it's trying to reach too many audience and generalizing and simplifying everything that it ceases to be K-pop; and 2. that either the characters tell and not show (the whole everything with Rumi and Jinu, Zoey's "people pleasing" tendencies) or they don't at all (Mira's "insecurities"); that even after watching the movie, I don't understand these characters nor their motivation beyond that they sing, dance, look pretty, and #relatable. They're just vehicles for the aesthetics, and that's it.

Tldr; It's a fun show, if you ignore the k-pop in the title and watch it with no prior expectations. And the tiger is cute, horanghae shoutout 🐯

#im not sure if these Make Sense and maybe i'll go back to fix my wording but that's the gist #jia_talks #kpop demon hunters

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wisteria-blooms · 1 year ago

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Okay, so bear with me as I type this half-asleep...

long hair & tattoos (lh&t as someone kindly abbreviated; I love it!!) is obviously my baby or my first-born child, if you will. Obviously, the tropes aren't original, but it was my fake-dating template for sunburns & dragons (let's call that sb&d). You'll see the chapters mirror each other. For example:

Chapter 1: The dinner

Chapter 2: Talking to Fred/George

Chapter 3: Meeting Bill/Charlie

Chapter 4: Making plans

Chapter 5: Meeting the parents

Chapter 6: An argument with the parents

Chapter 7: Talks about moving in together...

Okay, so I want to talk about the moving in part. I don't think I'm any sort of expert on Bill and Charlie's characters nor could I give good advice on how to write them, but I tried to make the distinct in the same situations.

Bill (lh&t) (Chapter 7):

“I don’t mind it, really,” Bill responded. It seemed like he’d been thinking about what happened at dinner, too. “If the penthouse is as big as your father says it is, then we could both live there without issue. We might not even see each other.”

“I’ll use the money to rent elsewhere,” you suggested. “It’d look suspicious if you rented under your name. Your father would find out.” You wracked your brain for another option. “Then I’ll take your flat.” “I don’t know if the owners will be so happy after I announce the termination. And even then, there’d be a place under my name and yours.”

At the end of the chapter, Bill accepts (Y/N)'s offering of the penthouse. I actually had a bout of amnesia and forgot that he offered to share it with her, and shot down her suggestions because they'd be risky. To me, it shows that he wouldn't mind living with her, and she doesn't deserve not to live there. But there's a more.... rational and refined side to him that tells him it wouldn't be a great idea. Real people having real feelings. Things could get tangled and messy. At this point of the story, he doesn't have any romantic feelings for her, but knows something could happen and someone could get hurt. That's why he stays on the down low for the next couple weeks. (Aside: he starts thinking more about (Y/N) in Chapter 8 after seeing her at the family dinner).

vs. Charlie (sb&d) (Chapter 7):

“Swimming in luxury and eating fondue on quartz countertops, indulging in vintage wines while I’m wedged in between my two loudest and most annoying brothers on a bed that can barely support my weight,” Charlie wallowed in self-pity, punctuating his remarks with a long sigh. “The universe really chooses favourites.” A crescent of sweat grazed your neck, outlining your sweater, at what you were about to say. Feeling your guilt implode, you blurted out: “You can stay over if you need."

“You have to get the unit first before dreaming about living with me,” Charlie teased, emphasising the word ‘me’ by pointing at himself, and subsequently, ricocheting your lack of faith against you.

Charlie wouldn't have cared if (Y/N) had asked him to move in with her, but since she did, he definitely doesn't mind sharing a space with her. At this point, Charlie has no romantic feelings for (Y/N), but has been extremely flirtatious. (Y/N) soon realizes she has to be careful around him (like, is what he's saying real or just something to make me feel good?). Charlie, unlike Bill, hasn't thought about the weight he's putting on (Y/N) and the repercussions. He's used to being friends with woman, flirting as he likes, and not expecting any sort of commitment. Having a roommate - someone to hang out and cook with - is just fun.

That's why I say Bill knows what he wants, Charlie "dillydallies" a lot more. But will that change? We'll find out in a couple of chapters.

Anyway, that's my director's cut. Let me know if there's anything else I can explain!!

#bill weasley x reader #charlie weasley x reader #bill weasley headcanon #charlie weasley headcanon #ask

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tethys-the-aquatic-sea-godness · 1 year ago

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Perhaps Viconia and Sarevok are changelings 🥲

I'd take any explanation that fixes the shitshow that are these two quests, major quests mind you, not side quests you can ignore. It'd be funny if they were changelings, because they'd be pretty lousy ones. Or rather a lousy one, and one who doesn't have to do much work (warning: I started ranting)

I mean, for reminder, this is viconia:

And this is... a drow:

Skintone: wrong

Age: they were drunk or they didn't try, possibly both. Viconia is a drow, a full elf, meaning +700 years of life expectancy, and they made her look as old as Jaheira, a half-elf. A 100 years should be nothing to her, she should look basically the same.

Distinctive marks: her beauty mark above her lip on the left side of her face isn't there. It's like Jaheira's braids or Minsc's tatoo, it sets her apart. Without it, it's not her.

As for Sarevok, well, with his armour and his helmet, you see like 1/4 of his face, you could put anyone in there, and slap face paint on. So not too much work for a changeling.

But if it makes you feel any better, you can actually get in game clues that hint neither of those characters are who they claim to be. These hints are never remarked upon or pointed out by any characters, you have to find them and take the time to read them.

This, for example, is the description of the drow's dress (also BG 3 has a problem with treating its clerics like anime healers. This is DnD, clerics wear mail or plate, unless they multiclass with wizard, but I digress):

Dulls senses, thoughts, feelings... sounds like a good dress for brainwashing, not having an efficient cleric. It's not hard to imagine Shar being salty enough that Viconia left her cult that she picked another of her drow cleric to take Viconia's identity. Keep her 'working' for her in spirit as payback. One of Shar's whole thing is about forgetting all, including yourself. Switching her followers' identity to suit her whims wouldn't be out of place. I could see a 'Shadowheart' mother superior in the future, with little in common with her template beside being a half-elf. Shar is the type to hold grudges. Ask Selûne.

Now Sarevok comes with a failsafe too. Let's ignore's Jaheira's delirious episode where she spouts absolute nonsense that has no basis in either BG 1 or 2. She's not that young anymore, she's spent time in the shadowlands and she has kids to look after, she's under a lot of stress. We'll call it a breakdown.

If you dig around for loot, you can come across this book: Disorders of the Nerves and Mind: A Treatise

Here you read about how a totally random guy started calling himself 'Sarevok' and talking about 'raising the father', after finding (and reading?) a strange book.

If you remember the previous games, you may recall a dream sequence in SoA:

Bhaal is perfectly capable of using Sarevok's appearance for his avatar. If you add to that the fact that before he was killed by Cyric, he was already too weak to have his own form and only existed through possessing the bodies of murderers, well, it's not hard to imagine Bhaal using a random murderer's body and passing it off as Sarevok. He's the first Bhaalspawn who rebelled and tried to usurp him, you can't tell me Bhaal isn't salty about that.

Now obviously, this is me drawing conclusions from scraps found within the game. I don't think it's a 'fix-it', or that it makes Sarevok and Viconia's butchered characterization alright. Especially since these scraps don't mean anything in the narration. I've said it before, but they read like room for deniability, they feel too specific not to be. Like someone knew it was trash and they tried to patchwork an exit. But like I said, without relevance to the narrative, it's meaningless.

Regardless of any explanation, as far as I'm concerned, neither of the people we encounter are the real Sarevok, or the real Viconia.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 critical #larian critical #bg 3 critical #i guess #is it critical if it's true though #cause they messed this up big time #sarevok anchev #viconia devir #rant

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ryuzakemo128 · 10 months ago

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Behold A Pale Horse Part 2

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Female Reader/ you

Content Warnings: Kyle Garrick is a rich wealthy man, female reader is poor, Kyle calls female reader: “Love”, “Darling”, “dearest”, and “sweetheart” in a casual and affectionate way, female reader's mental illnesses, mention of past trauma, Kyle's protectiveness, fluffy romance, emotional support, slow burn, angst, drama, action, military themes, emotional turmoil. Mention of blackjack and poker.

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Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Credit for Template of Dividers: @cafekitsune

Summary: “I have a fucken feelin she's gonna crawl back like a fucken leech.” you were talking about your mother. “If you think my father was bad. She is just as bad.”

You knew he would die sometime, you just thought he would be alive for a long time and the age of seventy felt too soon. Even though he lived a long time, that he lived for quite a while. Ghost looked at you as you paced around the room as you heard the news.

Your heart felt heavy as you remembered the times you had together, the jokes, the missions, the fear. You had felt safe with him, despite his flaws and his rough edges. He had been a beacon of light in your otherwise chaotic world.

“I have a fucken feelin she's gonna crawl back like a fucken leech.” you were talking about your mother. “If you think my father was bad. She is just as bad.”

Ghost was there when you broke your hand punching a wall when you were on the phone with your mother. He heard the words “Stupid bitch.” followed by a loud smack and your pained scream.

He came running and found you cradling your hand, tears in your eyes. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.” you murmured into the phone before hanging up and collapsing onto the floor.

John Price must have heard you punch the wall, the concrete wall, the same wall he didn't think he needed to tell you not to punch because he thought you being a Colonel would know better. You could almost feel his disappointment in you as he walked into the room.

“Don't say it. I'm a fucken idiot. I know.” you muttered with your eyes firmly shut sitting on the floor.

John Price's footsteps were heavy as he approached you, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. “It's alright, Colonel,” he said in a firm but gentle tone, crouching beside you. “But maybe next time, we can find a better outlet for your anger.”

“Trust me. I don't plan on fightin' more walls.” you snorted.

Ghost remained silent, his eyes full of understanding, and he knew exactly what you needed in moments like this.

He didn't ask questions or try to give you false comforts; instead, he sat beside you, his hand landing gently on your back.

The warmth of his touch radiated through your uniform, offering a small semblance of solace in the coldness of your grief.

“You did a bang-up job on that hand.” Price remarked looking at your hand.

You laughed humourlessly. “Thanks. I'll be sure to bill you for the hospital visit.”

Price sighed, his expression softening. “Look, I know this isn't the time, but we have a mission briefing in an hour. You should get that looked at and try to pull yourself together for it, yeah?”

“I am well aware of that briefing. I'll be fine by then. I have at least five different emails reminding me of it from five different people.”

Price nodded, looking at the both of you before he stood. “Take all the time you need. I'll get the medical team to check it out for you, Colonel.”

“Finger crossed its either sprained or bruised.” you replied.

Ghost nodded, his thumb rubbing circles on your back. You felt his gaze on you, knowing he was assessing how much of this was an act and how much was real.

You took a deep breath and looked up at him, your eyes a little red from unshed tears. “I need to get going. We can deal with this after the briefing, okay?”

The nurses rushed around like a bunch of hens with their heads cut off. Normally you would be one of them. But you punched the wall, cried and now you felt fine somehow?

You let out a sigh and stood up, flexing your hand. It hurt, but you weren't going to let that stop you.

You had a mission to focus on. You looked over at Ghost, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a mix of worry and something else.

You couldn't quite place it, but you knew it was there.

“Thanks, Ghost,” you said, your voice a bit shakier than you would have liked. “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Anything for you, darlin,” he said, his British accent wrapping around the words like a warm blanket.

You headed to the medical bay, Ghost following closely behind. The medics took one look at your hand and winced. “Looks like you've had quite the run-in with the wall,” one of them quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah. Picked a fight with the wall and lost at the same time.” you snorted.

The medic took your hand gently in his and began examining it, his brow furrowing with concentration. “Well, it's definitely not broken, but it's a bad sprain. We'll need to get you into a cast for a few weeks. It'll heal quicker that way.”

“So, I did good job hittin it?” you guessed.

Ghost chuckled lightly, his eyes still full of concern. “Could say that, Colonel.”

“Well. What I recommend you doing is, plenty of rest, no more punching walls, mirrors, or people for that matter.” the medic said, wrapping your hand in a cast.

“Damn. There goes my bare-knuckle boxing match this afternoon.” you remarked dryly.

Ghost's smile grew a bit wider at that. “Maybe stick to paperwork for a bit, yeah?”

“I don’t think I would be able to fight someone with only one hand just yet. I think it would the safest bet for now.” You forced a chuckle, trying to ease the tension in the room. The medic finished wrapping your hand in the cast, his hands deft and sure.

As he stepped back, you studied the stark white cast with a sigh. It was a stark reminder of your outburst, of your loss, of the tumultuous relationship you had with your mother. But you had a mission to focus on, a team that needed you.

“Alright, Colonel, let's get you to the briefing. We're already pushin' it close to time.” Ghost's voice brought you back to the present, his hand landing on your shoulder in a firm but comforting grip.

“Joys of a tight schedule. It's feckin tighter than a nun's puckered arsehole.” you muttered as you walked to the mission briefing.

Ghost couldn't help but laugh at that. “Never knew nuns had tight arseholes, Colonel.”

“Considering they've given themselves to God. I would like to assume they would. Otherwise, I might be wrong. Though I don't like to think of them in that way either.” you replied.

Ghost chuckled, shaking his head. “You always know how to lighten the mood, don't you?”

“As someone who has parents that were baptized catholic and should have been raised catholic. My sense of humour is still intact.” you answered.

The rest of the mission didn’t have another hitch. The factors of a head start of your leave were dosed in the promise of going to a military function.

You assured them you would attend repeatedly. As they would usually do. As you always manage to sound sarcastic even when you try to be genuine in tone.

You weren’t sure why they always managed to think of that first than to take you seriously. They weren’t used to your kind of humour.

Though you can’t say the same thing when it comes to Ghost. He picked it up fine.

But you never asked why that was. It wasn’t something you didn’t want to intrude on. As you thought, ‘Must be personal. I won’t go there.’

Ghost looked at you when you never asked personal questions, and for a moment, his gaze flickered with something unreadable. Then it was gone, replaced with the usual mischievous twinkle. “You're one of a kind, Colonel,” he said, his voice low and warm.

“Talk when you want to. I won't force something. I know the effects of forcing someone to do something you don't want to do. So, if you need to talk about that let me know and you'll be free to do so.” you added as you both walked into the briefing room, the weight of the cast on your hand a constant reminder of the fragility of your mental state. “Just don't pick fights with walls.”

A mission later, a military function later and now in the front of the mirror inside your mirror in your hotel room. You were now going to attend a funeral for your father.

The cast still on your hand and the bruises slowly fading. The cast now taken off when your doctor took a look at your sprained hand. Muttering a few things under his breath, but mostly about how lucky you were and how much more it could've been.

The bruises had faded into a light purple, but you knew they'd be there still.

You told your doctor that you were on the phone with your mother when it happened during your deployment. Adding in that it was when you found out your father had died on the phone, and she had a few colourful words for you.

He nodded solemnly, understanding your pain. “Take as much time as you need to heal,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of experience with soldiers like you.

As soon as you left the doctor’s appointment, Kyle decided to take you to lunch, “Are you sure you're fine with eating there?”

You nodded, “I've been craving that burger for weeks. Let's go for it.”

The diner was a local favourite, filled with the comforting aroma of grease and the buzz of chatter. You picked at your food, the weight of the impending funeral heavy on your mind.

Kyle noticed your distraction, his gaze lingering on you with concern. He reached across the table, his thumb brushing the back of your hand gently. “You okay, darling?”

“I am dreading it. I don't think I could speak to her without another this incident occurring.” you answered holding up your hand still bruised and lightly wrapped with a bandage.

Kyle nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours, “I'll be there with you every step of the way. If she tries anything, I'll handle it.”

“Fingers crossed she won't. She's already blaming me for his death, never mind the fact that his health was never that great to start with by the time I was in the picture.” you mumble into your food.

“I do have a feeling they'll have it in the early morning starting at an obnoxious starting time too. Think 5am start kind of thing. Horrendous stuff. Early morning birds the lot of them.”

Kyle was an early riser, so the mention of a 5 AM funeral didn't faze him. Though you were not. You preferred a 7am start at the earliest. He found out when he stayed over once, waking up to a grumbling mess because of his 5 AM wake-up call. But, for you, he’d be there at 4 AM if that's what it took. Something you loved more than any expensive meal he ever bought you.

The first time this happened, you were so happy you cried, he reacted so fast you didn't have a chance to even get a word in before he had you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down. But now, it was just routine. You felt the tension in the air thicken as you both got ready for the funeral.

The white button up dress shirt, the black asymmetrical four pocketed vest and black slacks. Combined with the crimson red tie. Your face completely covered with a high-tech space grey coloured shaped skull mask.

Your white shirt rolled up to your elbows and wearing black leather gloves. The gold tree leaf collar pin on the shirt's neckline, which is a symbol of your rank of colonel. Your hair tied into a mermaid's braid.

Your dad's funeral was coming up, you had to be there, much to your own dismay and hope you would skip the funeral to go there after your family left the century.

You took a deep breath as you picked up your lucky belt, the one your dad had beaten you with and somehow kept you alive. Ironic how it was used on your flesh, but it saved your life multiple times.

This was the reality of it now, your father is dead, long dead, this was supposed to be a small funeral. But what quantified as ‘small’ didn’t exactly seem that with how many children your parents brought into the world.

Along with most of your nieces and nephews in tow with your older brothers. One time you were happy with being the only girl in the entirety of eight children they decided to have.

Now you had to become the ‘strong one’ inside of a capitalistic scummy world that valued money over moral ethics.

The lives moving the company engine along over the work life balance you deserved it was non-existent.

You were good at punching your problems away in the past. Yet it never reflected it now.

If your mother decided to show up after abandoning you and your siblings, you would be sure to leave long before she made the age-old excuse of ‘late-night work.’

When her affair took precedence over their livelihoods. You still remember telling her she was disowned and disbarred from everything your life entailed.

The thought of seeing her at the funeral sent a shiver down your spine. The same spine that your father had broken. But that’s the thing about family, they come with baggage.

The amount of baggage often changed with how much money they had. And your family had enough to start their own airline. The only flight they cared about was the one taking them away from their problems.

You felt the weight of the mask on your face, a stark reminder of the double life you led. The one where you were a daughter, sister, and now, a colonel in a world that didn’t care about your past.

It was the same world that had crushed your spirit into dust, only to build you back up into this unshakable force. The mask wasn’t just for the mission; it was for the facade you had to wear at the funeral.

The tense atmosphere inside of the funeral home, let alone the old cottage inside the isles of Yorkshire.

The company skyscraper in London, the cotton and wool farm in Yorkshire, the vacation home inside of Alaska, along with other various things your father never told you about.

Not that it mattered now.

The old man was indeed dead now.

Deceased.

Entering Rigor Mortis.

Sleeping forever.

Dead.

A bonfire, a pyre, a wooden stake, and everything they would burn a witch during the era of the witch trials. What better way to give a funeral for your father?

The flames crackling and popping in the dark of the night. The heat licking at your skin as you stood in front of everyone you had to pretend to care about.

Your heart was racing but not because of fear or nerves, it was because of the rage that burned inside of you like the very fire in front of you.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, the flames reflecting off your mask, turning your eyes into a fiery amber.

You were getting ready for your solo date with yourself after the funeral. You weren’t going to do much. Honestly. People assumed you were kinkier than you felt like you were.

What do you mean wearing a garter panty makes you kinky? You saw them on sale, and you bought them because you felt pretty.

Why do you think like that? It is just a spiked collar with a bell. I got it years ago.

Why do you like wearing fishnet stockings to the office? Because they're comfortable, that's why.

What do you mean you’re single? Aren’t you like thirty now? Yeah. But no one wants to date me. So? Who cares?

How are you going to find someone if you wear that shit? Well, that sounds like a you problem not a me problem to have. Good luck unpacking that bullshit.

When are you going to give me grandchildren? When you show up for your children and start being an actual mother.

Why do you always have to wear black? It's my favourite colour. Besides, it matches everything.

But it’s for the funeral. You're supposed to wear something more... respectful.

You would be more respectful. My father is better man dead than he was ever alive thank you very much.

Why haven’t you forgiven your mother? Well, she’s to blame for a lot of things happening to me and I will never forgive her for it.

It wasn’t your mother’s fault your father decided to take it out on you for her leaving you and your siblings with him. Why can’t you see how you’re hurting her? She made a choice to make more than one affair with her lovers. She knew what would happen. I don’t care what she wants anymore.

Why do you have so many piercings and tattoos? Because it’s my body, and I can do what I want with it.

Why are you so defensive? Because my entire life I’ve had to fight to be seen and heard. To prove that I’m more than just the daughter of a man who didn’t deserve the title of father.

Why can’t you concentrate? I have a condition that makes focusing on one thing at a time an endless struggle.

But you seem so together. How can you have a mental illness? Because mental illness doesn’t have a face, darling. It’s not something you can spot from a mile away. It’s the hidden battles we fight daily, behind the smiles and the nods.

ADHD is not a thing, my son isn’t like this. Why are you lying? Because it’s a part of who I am, and I’m not going to hide it anymore, Mom. You should have listened when your husband beat me into ‘listening’ to him.

If you didn't say anything about it your father would have loved you more, been around you more and wouldn’t have hurt you. If you behaved like we wanted. None of this would have happened. Are you sure that is the rabbit hole you want to walk down?

You’ve had enough. You turn around and walk out of the room, not bothering to hear the rest of her guilt trips.

You don't need to be around that kind of negativity today, not when you’re trying to breathe without feeling like you’re choking on your own tears.

The door slams shut behind you, echoing through the quiet house. It’s a relief to be alone, even if it’s just for a moment. You lean against the wall, taking deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

You've heard it all before, but somehow, it still stings. You’ve spent years building up a tough exterior, but the words of your mother still manage to find their way in, digging at the tender spots you've tried so hard to protect.

But today is not the day to let her win. You have a date with yourself, and you're going to enjoy it. You straighten up, smoothing down your black dress.

It’s not what everyone else expects you to wear, but it’s what you feel like wearing, and that’s all that matters. You look at the time, realizing you're already running late. The theatre won't wait for you, even if you wish the world would.

“It was stupid to think she would admit it was also partially her fault.” You muttered to your co-worker at the bar.

You had just told him about your mother’s accusations and his eyes widened, his hand froze mid-air with a bottle of whiskey. “Your father’s funeral, right? That’s why you called in sick for work?”

“Yeah. I don’t know whether it was the right thing now. I should have worked today instead of attending.” You answered.

“Your mother is a complete and total bitch. You know that, right?” He said, his voice gruff but concerned. He had seen you at your worst, and he knew the history between you two.

“Yeah. Oddly enough she only got worse after he died.” you were sipping your white Russian cocktail.

He nodded, placing the bottle back on the shelf. “Well, she can't ruin your day anymore. What's your plan now, love?”

“See a movie, have dinner and take frozen yoghurt home to devour completely.” you answered.

“A perfect plan, if I say so myself.” he winked and slid the drink to you.

“Good food is something I will always look forward to.” you chuckle with excitement. Looking forward to having a good meal for dinner tonight.

You didn’t know what it would be from the enormous amount of choices around you. But you knew. You knew there is going to be something you will enjoy.

Kyle walked into the theatre once you were in the seat you paid for. Along with nachos with extra cheese, two large diet cokes, and a box of chocolates.

He looked at the feast you bought for yourself to have with the movie. “It's not a date if you don't eat your weight in junk food.” You said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled and set the snacks down, sliding into the seat next to you. “How was it?” He asked, his voice gentle, and eyes concerned.

“Worse than a horror movie somehow. My mother is somehow far worse than a dead man now.” you answered.

Kyle’s expression tightened. He had heard enough about your mother to understand her cruel nature, but that didn’t mean he liked hearing you in pain.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “You know you don’t have to take that shit, right? You’re more than what she says you are.” His voice was firm and comforting.

“I went to the bar hours before. I told Larry, Lawrence, this, he agrees that she's a stone-cold bitch. This is also the same man who dates older women by the way.” you replied.

Kyle’s smile was small but knowing. “And yet he’s the voice of reason today?”

“Yeah. After a White Russian cocktail and two 'holy water' cocktails. He gave me a shot of cinnamon whiskey which he mixed with vodka and said it’s for the soul. I guess that’s one way to get over the shit of a family I have.” You said, a small laugh escaping your lips. It was a sad laugh, but it was something.

Kyle nodded, his grip around you tightening for a brief moment. “You’ve got me. That’s all that matters right now. Let’s enjoy the movie, okay?”

“The 'hole water' cocktails were quite nice by the way.” you replied.

He kissed the top of your head. “Good to know. I’ll have to try one next time I’m there.”

You were more than a little content with him there. Even if you never did things together, all the time, it was enough to know he was by your side. Your eating habits were weird to be sure, but you warned him many times before hand, and he never made you feel bad for it.

Your mac and cheese was the perfect temperature, just a hint of crunch on the top from the oven, and the nachos were heavenly with the warm, gooey cheese. You didn’t even realize how hungry you were until the food hit the table. You dug in with enthusiasm, the salty, cheesy flavours mingling with the sweetness of your chocolates. The comfort of the familiar tastes washed over you like a warm blanket, a stark contrast to the coldness of your mother’s words earlier.

The movie began, and you tried to lose yourself in the action-packed scenes, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation with your mother. You could feel Kyle’s eyes on you, his concern palpable. He reached over and took your hand, giving it a squeeze. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to you. It reminded you that you weren’t alone, that there was someone who cared about you, who saw you for more than the sum of your past.

The film was a blockbuster hit, full of explosions and car chases that had your heart racing. You couldn’t help but think how surreal it was to be here with Kyle, a man who lived a life so different from your own. A man who, despite his wealth and status, saw the real you and didn’t flinch at your imperfections. It was a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever.

As the movie progressed, you found yourself leaning into Kyle’s side, your shoulders brushing against his firm, muscular frame. His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, the touch grounding and soothing. You watched the screen, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in the warmth and comfort of his presence.

As you slept in the hotel room with your earbuds in to block out the background noises of the city, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the ticking of the analog clock in the hotel room. You were asleep faster than you would have been after drinking a warm glass of milk doused in melatonin.

You would be back inside your cottage inside of Yorkshire soon. It may take a while. It will come to you soon. You think to yourself. A small temporary mantra to ease yourself into a heavy slumber. Easing yourself into a comfortable routine you know more about than London and its streets.

The routine was and remains to be quite boring to those who knew or didn’t know you. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered until you had at least eight to nine hours of sleep inside you. A golden rule you always had to maintain some assemblance of peace inside your soul. Not that you were ever religious about the ‘soul’ or ever argued what made a ‘soul’ a ‘soul.’

The satin eye mask you wore didn't just shield your eyes from light, it served as a symbolic barrier between you and the tumultuous world outside. The silk pillow cover over the body pillow you kept to your chest to help you sleep alone at night. A small comfort among the many you kept to yourself.

The satin pajamas you wore to bed were handmade by your late grandmother, a soft and warm embrace that brought a semblance of comfort to the cold, sterile hotel room. The warmth of the outdoor socks you used a bed socks to keep warm. Your mind began to drift as the darkness of the room wrapped around you like a cocoon.

As you slept deep inside the cocoon of heavy blankets.

Back deep inside the penthouse of London’s most expensive, luxurious buildings owned by Kyle's father. A building so high, it seemed like it could kiss the stars, if only it tried hard enough. Though if his father was in fact allowed to have it kiss the stars. It would be done with no questions asked, and no doubt with the finest gold-plated cranes money could buy.

Soap hadn't been introduced to you just yet, but his reputation preceded him. Kyle had mentioned him in passing, a fellow SAS operative with a sharp wit and a penchant for trouble. You'd seen his face in a few photos around Kyle's flat, a grinning man with piercing blue eyes and a mop of hair styled in a mohawk. Not too outrageous as the ones you had seen growing up.

“My older brother has one still. Though his has width of a small bird. Dyed it pink and it hasn't been any other colour since.” you told him.

Kyle chuckled at your words, his eyes not leaving yours. He leaned closer, his breath brushing your cheek. “I bet he pulls it off better than anyone else.”

“Considering he pulls off a cocktail dress. I doubt there is something he couldn't.” You quipped back with a smirk, feeling his breath on your face. The conversation had been light, a welcome reprieve from the shadowy world Kyle was entangled in.

Now, as you were in the hotel room, Kyle talking to Soap in person, “Soap, I don’t know if Ghost has told you this. But I don’t think she needs a lesson in anything MacTavish.”

Soap’s smirk didn’t waver, didn’t budge, didn’t move from his face. “Oh, I’ve heard plenty about her. But I’d like to see her skills for myself, Gaz. It’s not every day you get to spar with someone who’s seen more action than a Hollywood blockbuster.”

“Or you could settle for Blackjack and watch her take his money instead?” Ghost said his voice over the phone.

“Cheeky bugger,” Soap said, his smile evident in his voice. “But, I’m more interested in the action than the gambling. Besides, I can handle myself around a poker table.”

“Poker and Blackjack are different.” Ghost reminded him. “Blackjack is all about maths, and you know how good she is with numbers.”

The phone line crackled with Soap’s laughter. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave the gambling to her and the brains. But I’m still looking forward to seeing her in action, Gaz. It’ll be like watching a ballet of bullets and brawn.”

Kyle rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you’re eager to watch her dance with danger, Soap. Just remember she’s not just any operative.”

“Understood, Gaz. I’ll play nice.” Soap’s tone was teasing, but there was a hint of respect beneath it.

You were known to play like a loan shark when it came to blackjack. Ruthless, precise, and cold. It was your way of coping with the world. The numbers never lied to you, never hurt you, and never disappointed you. It was a game that made sense to you in a world that rarely did. The thought of playing poker with Kyle's friend made your stomach twirl, but in a way that was more excitement than dread.

“You better. Otherwise, any poker game you play with her? You'll end up paying for it.” Ghost quipped, his voice a mix of humour and caution.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ghost. Besides, I enjoy a challenge.” Soap's reply was filled with the kind of confidence that could only come from experience.

Kyle chuckled. “Keep that in mind when you finally meet her. She's not just a pretty face, she's got brains and brawn. You might learn a thing or two.”

The line went silent for a beat before Soap spoke up again. “Looking forward to it, Gaz. How's she holding up?”

Kyle’s eyes softened at the question. “As well as can be expected. She’s a tough one, that’s for sure. But she’s got a lot on her plate.”

“Family issues?” Ghost guessed.

Kyle nodded solemnly. “Something like that. She’s got a past she’s trying to outrun, and it’s catching up with her.”

“Yeesh. Price told her it would come knocking when she least expects it to.” Ghost’s voice was filled with a mix of sympathy and the bluntness you were used to. “Just keep her safe, Gaz. That’s all we can do for now.”

“And tell her to come to Glasgow for once. She’ll be more at ‘peace’ here than in London.” Soap remarked with a laugh.

“She’s from Yorkshire, Soap. She’s not exactly keen on Glasgow weather, unless you’ve got a sunbed with her name on it,” Kyle said, his eyes not leaving yours as he spoke into the phone, a gentle teasing glint in his eyes.

“Yorkshire’s weather is nice during summer. Absolutely freezing in Winter.” Ghost reminded Soap. As if he wanted to drill in the fact, you were happy living in Yorkshire and preferred to visit other places.

“Summer in Glasgow isn’t exactly a tropical paradise, but it’s still worth a visit. Besides, I’m sure we can manage to warm things up for her.” Soap’s voice grew slightly darker, a mischievous twinkle in his tone that made Kyle smirk.

“And I am certain you will most likely find yourself broke and upset long before the entire week would end.” Ghost and Kyle told him in unison reminding him you would take what he for what he is worth from his hide during either a match of blackjack or poker.

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However, my work is already finished. I drew it back on Friday, but for various reasons, I'm publishing it now. It's also worth noting that I used Krita as my artistic tool this time. I haven't done that in about five years. I like the internal painting brushes, but I still feel a lack of variety in other types. The search for new tools to work with in this program is more challenging compared to CSP.

Let's get back to the work. Here, Drudox is depicted in various variations.

⋇ 1. Other Alignment Here, Drudox is portrayed in a lawfully evil variant. I position his original version as chaotically neutral. I believe that his alignment significantly influenced the course of events. In this variant, he might have gone into seclusion and talked to the moon.

⋇ 2. Role Reversal This is quite a heavy question. Although I noted that I swapped his roles with Daniel, I'm still not sure about it. This drawing doesn't carry much lore from any specific universe of "Ordinary Bushes Adventures," so I can't say much about it other than that Drudox looks quite remarkable here.

⋇ 3. Alternative Setting Recently, I was pondering how characters from the original universe might look in an underwater setting and quickly came up with this appearance for them. In popular culture, similar creatures resembling squids are often considered negative; a prominent example would be "The Little Mermaid." However, I don't think Drudox could be considered a negative character.

⋇ 4. Part of Subculture While selecting a subculture, Marey and I stumbled upon farming as one of them. It was the most obvious choice. It didn't change anything fundamentally: Drudox remained a farmer as he always was. Maybe I should have depicted him in some other form, but I couldn't decide which one and chose the path of least resistance.

⋇ 5. Alternative Races In the initial scenarios of events, Drudox could have changed his race to a diabolo — quite a long and convoluted story. I decided it wasn't suitable. Nevertheless, I had some developments left over, based on which I depicted him here.

⋇ 6. At the End of the Journey Initially, I wanted to joke and depict a pile of ashes, but that would look cruel. I don't think he truly deserves such an end, so I decided to portray him large and content — you know, like when people wish happiness, health, and prosperity during holidays. Did you catch that?

The template below was created by @Mandarin, @yubi-ko and @be-rilla.

#ordinary bushes adventures #oba #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #artists on tumblr #oba drudox

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USER INTERFACE TERMINAL

OOC: Hi! I go by Cyan (they/them). This here's a Lancer RP blog. I can be pretty slow to respond, but I do try to keep an eye on things, and I love any interactions! Be serious, be goofy, I'm here for it, and I promise I don't bite. I habitually drop walls of text, fair warning.

Since these four are NHPs born into involuntary military service, things can get somewhat dark. Violence, death, themes of depersonalization, shackling/cycling, manipulation, coercion, and the horrors of war are all going to come up. That said, I try to tag carefully.

Below is a list of posts with some overarching narrative stuff going on. Never done an RP blog before this, and honestly I'm kind of disorganized, so there are a few plotlines which aren't fully resolved. Just winging it. This list will be updated as I go.

(Also, initially this pinned was partially IC as Garmr, but I ended up not particularly liking his intro. May rewrite and bring the bit back eventually)

Still going back through and applying tags, will list them here when I'm done.

Hachiko's Intro Post - old, old introductory post for the squad.

A Good Time - Hachi + Grey square off in a simulated aerial battle for fun, and to demonstrate for the Omninet.

Trouble on the Horizon - Hachi warns of Harrison and SSC forces shooting at each other over a contested world in the Diluvia system. Big plot point in my campaign, more dormant here.

War Talk - Correspondence between Hachi and P.XV Opossum, little bit of character lore + setup for upcoming conflicts

The Circe Deployment - Part 1 - Interlude - Part 2 - Part 3 - Right now, Part 3 remains unwritten due to burnout. Major plot event, this is where Luna is freed from the Constellar thanks to events which have been hinted at, but not shown.

P.XV "Opossum" Arc - Arrival - Medical Care - Chatting - Opossum and Luna Meet - These are all collabs with the creator of the Patchwork Mercenary Company! Directly following the events of the Circe deployment, Luna responds to a distress call from P.XV "Opossum" of the Patchwork Mercenary Company. Note that I used the term "legionspace" interchangeably with "simulated/virtual environment" here, which was me being very off on my lore. Two very different things. Only Legionspace sequence Luna's been in happened in Circe Part 2.

Grey Regarding Styx, Cycling, Albatross - Response to Argema Kuhnei's remarks on mission to recover Styx. Little bit of lore, thoughts on cycling.

Garmr Regarding Skyline - Response to CORSAIR's November, discussing mourning for an NHP gestalt.

Flying and Siblings - Luna describes themselves to Styx.

Ma'ii Accuses Signal - Ma'ii accuses Signal of attempting to manipulate Styx.

Overworked - Ma'ii tries to process huge quantities of intel from across the Omni, Garmr stages an intervention.

Hachiko on Avatars

INUGAMI Mk. I - Phone Scam - Mech Intro - Performance Test 01 - With Ma'ii's help, Hachiko acquires GMS mech templates and begins designing a Chomolungma-based chassis, the INUGAMI Mk. I, in case Luna were ever to be pressed into ground warfare.

Pack Bond - Luna accepts a pack bond with Styx, Ma'ii breaks down a little.

Grey on NHPs and the Omninet

The Arts of Cruelty - At Styx's request, Ma'ii provides a primer on Legionspace combat, and gives Styx a powerful weapon.

Styx on Being a Mother

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Building Bridges - Ma'ii introduces the concept of somatosensory simulation (SOMSIM) environments to Styx.

Styx's Visit - Ma'ii and Styx chat in Luna's SOMSIM environment.

Try to Fit In - Hachiko advises the newly-awakened OMA/Sunny to be wary of humans.

Lurker - Ma'ii decides to contact No Future.

Articulation - Hachi gives a rundown on the creation of SOMSIM environments.

Under the Guillotine - Hachi begins confronting the effects of SSC's abuses.

Bargain - Ma'ii reveals some of what happened on Circe.

Ma'ii Goes Hunting - Mnemovore - Aftermath - Sifting Through the Echoes - What Have I Done? - Ma'ii hunts down a figure from their past. This plotline has yet to fully resolve.

Raid on Demeter's Bounty - I'll Be in Touch - Styx's Escape - BAILOUT.cmf6/Railgun Dance - Acting alone, Ma'ii engages the pirate vessel Demeter's Bounty to extract Styx. Ma'ii suffers structure damage and is partially exposed to memetic basilisk, but they and Styx escape successfully.

Petrichor - Not really narrative. In her SOMSIM domain, Hachiko relaxes in the depths of a forest soaked with rainfall, trying out canine olfactory sense.

Spire and Garmr - Garmr asks the BTMC for a story, Spire obliges.

Taking A Goddamn Break

BTMC's Invitation - Ma'ii and Styx arrive on a neutral station, receive an invitation to meet from Black Torrent Mercenary Company.

Suplex Time - Getting up to absurdity on-station with BTMC and Styx.

Repairs and Conversation With No Future and Mud Wasps - Part 1 - Part 2 - the Mud Wasps greet Ma'ii and briefly take them in, providing repairs and supplies as a favor. Ma'ii expresses mistrust of Union and learns that SSC's treatment of Luna was not legal. Offers some somatosensory gifts to No Future in celebration of her having developed the ability to feel.

Hachi Introduces FENRISULFR-class NHPs

New Contract - Ma'ii negotiates a contract for Luna to work for Akhaan station, providing military aid and escort services across the system the station controls.

Marshall Hall (ongoing) - With Ma'ii absent, Grey, Garmr, and Hachi accept a job to track down and nonlethally subdue a flying cyborg named Marshall Hall. Things are more complicated than they seem.

#ooc post #pinned #oc rp blog #lancer rp #lancer nhp #luna wing

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Elevate Your Planning Game with the reMarkable 2 Template Feature

In the fast-paced, digitally-driven world we live in today, staying organized is not just a choice; it's a necessity. And when it comes to planning, the reMarkable 2 Template feature is an absolute game-changer. This remarkable device has taken the concept of digital planning to new heights, offering a wide array of templates that can transform the way you organize your life. Let's dive into the world of Remarkable 2 templates and discover why they are essential for your planner.

1. Tailored for You: The Remarkable 2 template feature recognizes that planning isn't a one-size-fits-all endeavor. With a rich library of templates at your disposal, you have the power to customize your planner according to your unique needs and preferences. Whether you're a busy professional, a student juggling assignments, or someone planning personal goals, there's a template that perfectly fits your requirements.

2. Efficiency Redefined: Planning is all about efficiency, and the Remarkable 2 template feature is designed to streamline your tasks. Imagine having a daily planner template that lets you outline your schedule, to-do lists, and even jot down important notes, all in one place. With these templates, you can optimize your time, reduce clutter, and ensure that nothing slips through the cracks.

3. Visualize Your Goals: Visualization is a powerful tool when it comes to achieving your goals. The Remarkable 2 templates make it easy to create vision boards or goal-setting templates. Whether you're striving for personal growth, career milestones, or fitness objectives, these templates enable you to visually map out your journey and track your progress.

4. Embrace Creativity: Your planner doesn't have to be mundane. For the creative souls out there, the Remarkable 2 offers an array of artistic templates. From blank canvases for doodles and sketches to specialized templates for creative writing or brainstorming sessions, this device encourages you to infuse your planner with your unique creativity.

5. Go Green, Stay Organized: Beyond the personal benefits, the Remarkable 2 template feature champions sustainability. By eliminating the need for physical paper planners, you're reducing your environmental footprint. You can plan, organize, and strategize without wasting paper or resources, making it a win-win for both you and the planet.

6. Seamless Integration: The Remarkable 2 seamlessly integrates with your digital life. You can easily import and export templates, share them with colleagues or classmates, and access your planner from various devices. This level of flexibility ensures that you can stay on top of your game, no matter where you are.

In a world where time is of the essence, and being organized is key, the reMarkable 2 template feature empowers you to take control of your life, your goals, and your creativity. It's more than just a planner; it's a versatile tool that adapts to your needs and enhances your daily routine. So, if you're looking to make your planning remarkable, look no further than the Remarkable 2 template feature—it's your ticket to a more organized, efficient, and creative life.

#reMarkable 2 template

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Brief Look at Judge Dredd Novels, Cinematic Interlude: Judge Dredd (1995)

We should, perhaps, begin with the obvious.

The biggest problem here is Sylvester Stallone, in manners both gross and subtle. On the one hand, his performance is... well, it's pure Stallone. It's a mind-gratingly stoic and staid performance, with all the mumbling you've come to expect, and on the most obvious of levels it's simply not very good.

But the deeper problem here, and the one that really sinks the film, is one that fandom generally seems to come very close to correctly diagnosing, if only to ever so slightly miss the mark in the way that only science-fiction fandoms really can.

The problem, as John J. Fandom, MD would have you believe, is that the film chose to show Judge Dredd's face, one of the biggest no-nos of 2000 AD. And they are, at least, partially right, but only in the sense that the prominence of Stallone's face is a symptom of the overwhelming amount of distortion that the actor's mere presence inflicts upon the very cinematic grammar of the film.

Witness the first scene in which Dredd is revealed, and you can practically hear the creaks as the generally satirical and sceptical lens in which 2000 AD cast the Judges at its best moments is wrenched into a far more conventional "action movie" template.

This impression certainly isn't helped any by the eventual arrival of Rob Schneider, who was seemingly one of your go-to guys in the nineties for lame action movie buddy comedies.

(Granted, the only other film I've seen from the decade that fits the bill would be Tsui Hark's 1998 JCVD vehicle Knock Off, a rather terrible film that I only ever bothered to watch because Sparks did the theme song. At any rate, it simply wasn't worth it.)

It's not that the juxtaposition of Judge Dredd against this conventional setting couldn't create a perverse frisson, but it would definitely require a much more incisive and self-aware script than William Wisher, Jr. and Steven de Souza were apparently willing to provide. As is, you're left with... well, a conventional action movie, which is probably in the Top 2 Least Interesting Things You Could Ever Do With Judge Dredd.

The other, as it happens, would be to make it a conventional sci-fi film riffing on Star Wars and Joseph Campbell, and oops they did that one too, complete with a James Earl Jones voiceover that makes a point of having him say lines about "forces." The best encapsulation of the sheer strangeness of this experience is the scene in which Max von Sydow's Fargo reveals to Dredd his nature as a clone. After seemingly never shutting up throughout the whole film, Rob Schneider is practically forced to the periphery of the frame for an Atonement with the Father or whatever.

Rather than being as liberating as one would hope "getting less Rob Schneider" would be, it only reinforces the sense that the film is caught between two - three, if you count the tone and aesthetic of the original 2000 AD comics, but all impressions of the film's behind-the-scenes would seem to suggest that you'd be the only one - competing sensibilities, and ultimately ends up doing neither of them particularly well.

Sure, it looks good, with some wonderful set design and special effects, but the reduction of such an interesting world as Judge Dredd down to superficial and facile pleasures - and I include in this remark the utterly extraneous catfight between Diane Lane's Hershey and a rightfully bored Joan Chen, for the record - can't help but sting a little. The biggest saving grace the film has is that it isn't that long, but at that point we'd best stop scraping the bottom of the barrel before we end up with splinters.

And accordingly, we should end with the obvious: The fact that this made nearly nineteen times as much as the contemporary Tank Girl film is the kind of thing that it's hard not to view as anything but a moral abhorrence.

#2000 ad #judge dredd #judge dredd (1995)#sylvester stallone #rob schneider #joan chen #diane lane #steven e. de souza #william wisher jr.#danny cannon

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What’s new in React?

React is a continuously evolving library in the ever-changing web development landscape. As you embark on your journey to learn and master React, it’s important to understand the evolution of the library and its updates over time.

One of the advantages of React is that its core API has remained relatively stable in recent years. This provides a sense of continuity and allows developers to leverage their knowledge from previous versions. The conceptual foundation of React has remained intact, meaning that the skills acquired three or five years ago can still be applied today. Let’s take a step back and trace the history of React from its early versions to the recent ones. From React 0.x to React 18, numerous pivotal changes and enhancements have been made as follows: 1. React 0.14: In this version, the introduction of functional components allowed developers to utilize functions as components, simplifying the creation of basic UI elements. At that time, no one knew that now we would write only functional components and almost completely abandon class-based components.

2. React 15: With a new versioning scheme, the next update of React 15 brought a complete overhaul of the internal architecture, resulting in improved performance and stability.

3. React 16: This version, however, stands as one of the most notable releases in React’s history. It introduced hooks,a revolutionary concept that enables developers to use state and other React features without the need for class components. Hooks make code simpler and more readable, transforming the way developers write components.Additionally, React 16 introduced Fiber, a new reconciliation mechanism that significantly improved performance, especially when dealing with animations and complex UI structures.

4. React 17: This version focused on updating and maintaining compatibility with previous versions. It introduced a new JSX transform system.

5. React 18: This is the latest stable release, which continues the trajectory of improvement and emphasizes performance enhancements and additional features, such as the automatic batching of renders, state transitions, server components, and streaming server-side rendering.

Setting up a new React project There are several ways to create a React project when you are getting started. In this section, let's explore three common approaches: • Using web bundlers • Using frameworks • Using an online code editor

Using web bundlers Using a web bundler is an efficient way to create React projects, especially if you are building a Single-Page Application (SPA). Vite is known for its remarkable speed and ease of setup and use.

Using frameworks For real-world and commercial projects, it is recommended to use frameworks built on top of React. These frameworks provide additional features out of the box, such as routing and asset management (images, SVG files, fonts, etc.). They also guide you in organizing your project structure effectively, as frameworks often enforce specific file organization rules. Some popular React frameworks include Next.js, Gatsby, and Remix.

Online code editors Online code editors combine the advantages of web bundlers and frameworks but allow you to set up your React development environment in the cloud or right inside of the browser. This eliminates the need to install anything on your machine and lets you write and explore React code directly in your browser. While there are various online code editors available, some of the most popular options include CodeSandbox, StackBlitz, and Replit. These platforms provide a user-friendly interface and allow you to create, share, and collaborate on React projects without any local setup.To get started with an online code editor, you don’t even need an account. Simply follow this link on your browser:(https://codesandbox.io/p/sandbox/react-new?utm_source=dotnew). In a few seconds, you will see that CodeSandbox is ready to work with a template project, and a live preview of the editor is available directly in the browser tab. If you want to save your changes, then you need to create an account.Using online code editors is a convenient way to learn and experiment with React, especially if you prefer a browser-based development environment.

Reference material: React and React Native

#reactjs #reactnative #web developers #reactdevelopment #react developer tools

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Retrograde Revision 2: Aquatic Druid

(art by StylishChocobutt on DeviantArt)

Another druid archetype from the early days of the blog, and kinda-sorta also of a series. Terrain druids are just that, those that specialize in a particular sort of terrain and the natural creatures and phenomena found there. Unlike animal shamans, however, these druids were a bit more loose with how they handled powers, not following such a strict template.

In any case, aquatic druids are exactly what they sound like, having a mastery over the waves be they the endless depths of the ocean or the much shallower but equally mysterious lakes and rivers. While they are not the only druids to boast such powers, they were the first, and the most general in their mastery of the waves, having no great specialization like tempest druids or river druids.

Oceans, lakes, rivers, and other such bodies of water are remarkable in the amount of wondrous life they can foster within them, but can also be dangerous and tempestuous at times. Anything that can be said about water as an element and as an environment applies here, and these druids venerate those aspects above all else.

Some may be druids of various aquatic peoples, who may very well think of their abilities as the “standard” druidic set, but they also include air-breathers that live on or alongside the water. Coastal, lakeside, and river communities may very well have some of these druids within them, while others might prefer to spend most of their time out on a vessel as navigators and magical support, spending as much time below the waves as above.

Either way, there are few who can match these druids in their preferred element.

As one might expect, the empathic powers of these druids only apply to aquatic creatures.

Not only do these mystics know a lot about watery environments, but they also are keen to recognize and react to the dangers of them as well.

Naturally, they are also powerful swimmers, able to move quickly in the water.

As masters of the depths, these druids apply the mystical resistances of druidcraft against aquatic magic and creatures, rather than against fey and plants.

With their specialization into the secrets of water, they learn the art of wild shaping a bit later than other druids.

However, by doing so, they eventually transform their bodies to adapt to the waves, breathing water and air freely, swimming faster, and becoming resistant to cold environments such as the dark depths.

More powerful druids of this calling become totally immune to the effects of pressure, and this resistance carries over into combat, their bodies resisting any sort of blunt-force or crushing damage to an extent, though naturally cutting or piercing weapons bypass this.

Whether you’re on the sea or just a watery region, this archetype can be perfect if you wanna play a druid in such games. Getting wild shape later makes a melee build less appealing, but it is still possible with an animal companion, though you’ll naturally want to pick up such a companion based on how much time you spend on land vs in the water. Otherwise, you’ll probably want to play for a back line support and control mage, particularly when in a watery environment. Flooding areas with control water is a good way to turn the tables if your party isn’t similarly hampered, but other water spells are also useful.

Aquatic druids may come to reflect the nature of their preferred body of water in their personalities, the tranquility of a lake, the steadiness of the river, the tempestuousness of the sea, and so on. However, while they are devoted to the watery environments, it might be difficult for them to convince terrestrial folk of dangers or risks to the sea and it’s ecology. Out of sight, and out of mind, as they say.

Grodair usually have horrible memories, but Inland Tide is an exception. The strange druid delights in manipulating water, summoning a host of swimming terrors into regions he floods to hunt. The fey lords do not appreciate his tendency of devouring their subjects, however, and will pay handsomely to have the dangerous beast removed. So desperate are they that they might even uphold their end of the bargain.

No one in the drow city of Vulz Vernaan stopped to consider the underground sea their city was suspended above. As long as one were careful not to fall in, or be pushed by a rival, the water was harmless… until the water rose up, allowing a blind whale to destroy the royal palace and the entire royal hierarchy to boot. Now the city is ruled by the flood’s perpetrator: a blind, half-malenti drow, who is currently setting her sights on the surface world.

The party is traveling along the coast, but is suddenly accosted by a troop of seafaring tribals, all of whom suddenly kneel before the party. Their leader, a stunningly beautiful half-elf. She requests their aid in stopping the efforts of the technologically minded nation of Calimzor from destroying their reef atoll home in the search for mystic stones capable of powering their strange automatons. She plans to come with, supporting them with her mastery of wind and wave.

#pathfinder #retrograde revision #archetype #druid #aquatic druid #grodair #drow #malenti #blind whale #half-elf #Advanced Player's Guide

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L'ARACHEL GRACES FÓDLAN!

template taken from @shadoll

PERSONAL INFORMATION

GENDER. Female (she/her)

AGE. 20

HEIGHT. 5'10"

BIRTHDATE. 785

CREST/HOLY BLOOD. None [unless you count the holy blood of the heroes of Rausten, which well, she definitely does].

CLASS. Blue Lions Student!

AFFILIATION. The Theocracy of Rausten

BIOGRAPHY.

PERSONAL HISTORY

785 ~ Born in Rausten.

790 - Lost both her parents after they attempted to fend off an attack from Darkling Wood.

803 ~ Joins Eirika in the fight against the Demon King.

805 ~ Is welcomed to Garreg Mach with great pomp and splendour, as befitting her station! Obviously.

INTERESTS. Religion, Chivalry and Heroism, Fame, Her Allies. LIKES. Formal dance, her carefully maintained hair, flashy faith magic, novelty, Dozla's hand-knitted jumper, tea parties, riding, divine providence, being quite literally holier-than-thou, attention, general too-much-ness / pomp and circumstance. DISLIKES. Being dismissed, ignored, or unrecognised, monsters, villains and general evil-doers, isolation, loneliness, loss, mundanity, 'weakness'. Rainy days. STATUS. Inheritor to the Pontifex of Rausten, and a prodigous Blue Lions Student! CLOSE ALLIES: Eirika and Ephraim.

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. grilled herring, saghert and cream, fish and bean soup, vegetable pasta salad, small fish skewers, spicy fish and turnip stew, onion gratin soup, sweet and salty whitefish sauté, sweet bun trio, fruit and herring tart, fisherman's bounty, pheasant roast with berry sauce, country style red turnip plate, peach sorbet, pickled seafood and vegetables, two-fish sauté, sautéed pheasant and eggs, cabbage and herring stew, vegetable stir-fry, bourgeois pike. DISLIKES. beast meat teppanyaki, sautéed jerky, garreg mach meat pie, cheesy verona stew, fish sandwich, pickled rabbit skewers, super-spicy fish dango, daphnel stew, gronder meat skewers, gautier cheese gratin, fried crayfish, derdriu-style fried pheasant.

DINING HALL NOTES

FAVORITE DISH. ✧

“Heavens! This meal.. it's a close match to my darling Rausten's cuisine!.”

LEAST FAVORITE DISH. ✧

“Surely, this is some jest. You forget who you dine with!”

TEAM TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEA. Rose petal blend. CONVERSATION TOPICS. Your ambitions, Evaluating allies, Mighty weapons, The melody of words, Fashion, I'm counting on you, Favourite sweets, Tell me about yourself, You're doing great work, I heard some gossip, Overcoming weaknesses, Gifts you'd like to recieve, Heart-racing memories, Cooking mishaps, The opera, Cute accessories, Thanks for everything, Cats, The existence of crests, Shareable snacks, Stargazing, Dreams of a throne, Someone you look up to.

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING. ✧

(1) “Well, I see you finally worked up the courage to request my shining presence here. I commend you! The divine will continues to flourish.” (2) “Do you suppose that all these sweet little dainties are for us? Come, try this one!.” (3) “You ought to know, I only partake in tea time with people dear to me.” (4) "Please, remain seated! There is no need to rise or bow in my presence. Though if the mood does take you.."

FAVORITE TEA. ✧

“Why, I would be happy if this was the last thing I ever tasted! I wonder if Eirika would enjoy it...”

FIVE STAR TEA. ✧

“Uncle and I used to sample brews like this all the time in Rausten! But, please, I am merely mortal, just a divinely sactioned peerless princess! There is no need to make such indulgent gestures. Seconds? Oh, yes please.”

BEING OBSERVED. ✧

(1) “I understand. It is hard to take in someone as blinding as I all at once.” (2) “You would tell me if I had something in my teeth, right?” (3) “Such is the problem of the renowned, we are always subject to examination! The spotlight isn't for everyone...”

QUIPS. ✧

“Ouch! Too hot! Too hot!” “Hmm, it smells delicious.” “How pleasant!” “I must say, you blow on your tea with remarkable poise!” “Would you like to hear a fanfare Dozla and I devised?” “Haha!” “I see!” “Lala laaa~” “How fare you?” “Leisure time is essential!’ “How ridiculous!” “A jest?”

ENDING. ✧

“Do not hesitate to call on me again if you find yourself in need of scintillating conversation! You have given me plenty of ideas for my next tea time.”

FINAL COMMENTS. ✧

(1) Hold! The most egregious error has come to me! I do believe you have yet to be regailed with my many daring exploits! This might be righted immediately, please, allow me to begin with the time I fought off legions of monsters alongside Dozla... ANSWER. Laugh, Sigh. (2) Whilst Garreg Mach is pleasant, you simply must be recieved for tea at Rausten! I promise you, all else will dull in comparison henceforth! ANSWER. Nod, Blush. (3) Rennac used to say that I was 'noisy' and 'a nuisance'. Poor thing, he did tend to have a habit of wittering in situations of stress. ANSWER. Laugh, Admonish. (4) Do you suppose my parents would be proud of the progress I've made? ANSWER. Nod, Commend. (5) My uncle doesn't permit gambling halls in Rausten... Even though I'm really good at... oh what was that silly card game called? I wonder if the Archbishop would be more receptive...? ANSWER. Admonish, Disagree. (6) Being a favourite of the Gods is tiring work sometimes - the weight of beautitude is not for all to bear! ANSWER. Sigh, Sip tea. (7) Learning to wield a lance is difficult... I wish I could just use my staff to bludgeon foes instead! Answer: Admonish, Disagree. (8) Suppose you were granted eternal fame, at the cost of your life. What would you do? I think it's utter twaddle. If death could be traded for fame, my parent's names would... Death is not the price of renown, I will make sure of it. ANSWER. Nod, Sip tea. (9) Don't tell him, lest he drown you in tears, but I miss Dozla more and more everyday. He was such a good retainer. It's so hard to find someone willing to risk life and limb for you nowadays. Hmm? My eyes? If my eyes are gleaming it's my inner radiance shining through. Nothing more. ANSWER. Sigh, Commend.

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Tasty Baked Treat, Stylish Hair Clip, Legends of Chivalry, Dapper Handkerchief, Gemstone Beads, Ceremonial Sword, Rose. DISLIKED GIFTS. Training Weight, Whetstone, Blue Cheese, Smoked Meat, Arithmetic Textbook.

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT. ✧

“As a gracious lady, and ambassador of Rausten, I shall accept. But know you have gone down in my estimation.”

LIKED GIFT. ✧

“This is quite lovely! Do tell me where you found it? I wish to purchase more for my darling retainers.”

FAVORITE GIFT. ✧

“Ah, the first of many tributes made in recognition of my splendour! You have secured my everlasting favour.”

LOST ITEMS

Hand-Knitted Jumper. A garishly green jumper that's slightly lumpy, with various straggling threads. The label inside declares it's a gift, signed off by a single 'D'. This probably belongs to someone who enjoys loud clothing. Location found: Dining Hall Diary. It appears to be a diary, but the title, dubs it 'The Chronicles of the Beautiful Princess of Peerless Beauty' in an incredibly flowery hand. The entries stop adbruptly about a week in. This probably belongs to someone who seeks fame, and not consistency. Location found: Second Floor Hallway Hairbrush. A hairbrush that feels expensive to even handle. There are strands of green hair around the bristles, which are slightly worn down with use. This probably belongs to someone who tends to their hair religiously. Location found: Blue Lions Classroom

LOST ITEM QUOTES

OWNER. ✧

"I had no fear that it was lost for good! Divine providence ensured it was only a matter of time. But I appreciate your acting as an agent of the Gods.”

NOT OWNER. ✧

“Do you honestly suppose I would have use for such a thing?”

BATTLE QUOTES

MOCK BATTLE RETREAT. ✧

“This is but a footnote in my legend!” [Byleth specific] “Professor, do not fear for me! This will not be my end, let it not rest on your conscience. I shall arise anew!”

FIRST KILL. ✧

“So, such is the cost of everlasting renown.”

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE. ✧

(1) “You've chosen well! I have a voice that can reach the heavens itself! ” (2) “What, leave? I suppose it wouldn't do to drown everyone else's voices in my own lyrical splendour... But, are you really certain?”

COOKING. ✧

(1) “Come, come! We musn't dally, there are grateful mouths to supply with our beneficiance!” (2) “But of course it's supposed to turn that colour! That means it's... hm... well-done.” (3) “Behold, hungering souls! Feast upon this veritable cornucopia of cuisine!”

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD. ✧

“Mm. Apologies, did you say something?.” Critique: Well, there is really no need to take such a tone with your favoured student. The gall! Console: Allow me to try again, this time you will witness my grace!

GREAT. ✧

“Ah, merely the expected outcome.” “Did you see that?.”

PERFECT. ✧

“Take my hand, we shall hail in a new of era of light in tandem!” PRAISE. “I appreciate your cultivating my inherent refulgence.”

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. ✧

“Augh! Be so kind as to release my sleeve this instant, please. Divine clothing is not for unrefined palates.”

WEEDING. ✧

“Perish under the governing hand of your scourge, weeds!”

SKY WATCH. ✧

“From here, we see as the Gods do!”

FAILED. ✧

CERTIFICATION EXAMS

“This is of no concern - divine providence will direct me.”

PASSED. ✧

“Hah! Haha! To possess such devastating beauty AND intelligence in a human form, is it even possible?”

UPDATE GOALS

REASON. ✧

“There's something so... intoxicating about magic, wouldn't you say? When I use it, I can feel the God's favour flowing through my blood, through my bones. Besides, it is of utmost priority that my attacks reflect the radiance that dwells within. I already have many ideas of how to use these spells to spread my fame...”

LANCE. ✧

“I know, someone as dainty and gentile as myself with such an ungainly weapon? It seems improper. And yet, I must confess that the allure of bludgeoning my foes is growing harder to deny. Why the lance? Well, I suppose you could say I was inspired.”

FAITH. ✧

“Are you injured? Oh poor soul! Please, flee to my gentle embrace! Follow the saintly glow of my eyes, and I shall utilise the best of my abilities to nurse you. It is essential to be well-versed in the art of healing. You never know when you'll be encountered with dire straits. With something that seems beyond all hope. ”

LEVEL UP

0 TO 2 STATS UP . ✧

“Ah, the Gods joy in trials.”

3 TO 4 STATS UP . ✧

“Please, refrain from excessive applause!”

5 STATS UP . ✧

“My heroic apotheosis approaches ever closer!”

6 STATS UP . ✧

“I should not be surprised. The Gods inhabit my every step.”

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 . ✧

“Now, onto even greater heights!”

BUDDING TALENT

“Trying something new sounds fun. Naturally, I will excel.”

NEW SKILL

“Ooh! I shall incorporate this into my daring exploits post-haste.”

RECLASSING . ✧

(1) “Let's try this for today!” (2) “Hee hee- Now, how best to display this new-found splendour?” (3) “The Gods will I change, and so I do.”

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP . ✧

“CHARGE!.”

MEDIUM HP . ✧

“I will not falter!”

LOW HP . ✧

“Haah, this is no concern to one as grand as I.”

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES . ✧

“Whoops! My gleaming eyes must've blinded you!”

CRTIICAL ATTACK . ✧

“Were I not a holy woman...” “[Imitating Dozla] GWHAHAH!” “Die, and be ennobled by my hands!” “The Beautiful Princess of Peerless Beauty is here!” “Sing my praises!”

GAMBIT . ✧

“I am not alone!”

GAMBIT BOOST . ✧

“My darling forces, we shall prevail with appropriate spectacle!”

DEFEATED ENEMY . ✧

“You shall be remembered as the vanquished foe of L'Arachel!” “Latona forgive you.” “Don't return.”

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY . ✧

“Woohoo! Again, again!” “Are you challenged by my eminence?” “You need not risk yourself needlessly.”

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES . ✧

“Well, how unusal!” “A thousand thanks!” “You shall be remembered.” “Come to me if you are harmed, yes?” “To think I would need healing!” “No hero walks alone.” “The Gods restore me!”

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL . ✧

“This is not how my story ends.”

CLASSIC . ✧

“Dozla... Rennac... do not forget me.” “Ahhhh, Mother and Father, forgive me for this failing. I shall see you soon.“

THE ADVICE BOX

“Greetings! I have no need of "advice", if I may speak with complete honesty, but such a gimmick intrigued me. Do you suppose I would be permitted to assist? As a princess of the people, I should aid those in need! ” >Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.... > Perhaps aiding people face-to-face is the place to start. (Correct answer) >I doubt anyone would take advice from you, L'Arachel.

#game: Huh? I won? Well of course I won!#in character: lights laughter alliteration!#((this took. so long. no one look at me))#((my love for L'Arachel grew with every quote I wrote tho she's so fun my beloved :"]))#((it's late if there are mistakes. well. pretend they're part of the experience.))

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