#they could FEASABLY meet!!!

[berryblu-soda]

another out of context oc ramble, but if these 5 are ever actually present in the same room at the same time, the bad vibes will either cancel out or the entire building will be up in flames and half collapsed within the hour lmao

left to right we have:

Akira: half Solari and void magnet georg, his energy isn´t so much "odd" as it is... excessive, might accidentally cause problems but also their best bet not to explode.

2. Jace: time paradox baby, genuinely shouldnt exist so his energy is WACK!!! so voids will be drawn to him, he´s also very confrontational and hard headed, most likely to willingly start arguing with people

3. Baylee: least problematic but literally cursed, very weak to possesion so could get puppeted by Oblivion or Chaos, might end up fighting Kaye too... (<- severely unqualified), bad matchup for Akira

4. Nix: will try to keep everything calm and under control, *not* the strongest one here but well trained. will reason well with everyone but Kaye.

5. Kaye: possessed and unstable! type to rile people up for the funsies, how she broke containment is beyond anyone! she´ll be most friendly to Jace if they manage to calm her down, also at fault for any arguments that might break out a good 70% of the time

[vermilioncrow]

8x06 spoilers ahead

I actually liked this episode a lot. Eddie is finally moving along on his arc as well but that is not the main point of this.

My point is that I actually liked the break-up. I am a fan of Tommy. I think he was a good character for what Buck needed right now. I never believed that they were endgame but I still like bucktommy. I am also very happy that we got some more moments of them together before the breakup.

(Still think it is weird to have it be because of Abby, but at least it wasn't just a simple "I don't feel it anymore". That would have been boring)

Tommy brought up great points as well. He IS Bucks first. And I hate that every piece of media always insists on having the first relationship be the one that makes it all the way to the end. So it is great that they actually show at what different points they are. That it doesn't have to be bad just because it isn't forever. They just came to a point where being together wasn't feasable anymore. And that is just how life is sometimes.

I guess that means Tommy won't really come up anymore. I don't see how that would work (even though he is technically still friends with Eddie so who knows? I hope he isn't just gone forever)

But I am interested to see where this will lead Buck. He will need to grow some more, figure out who he is now. Will that lead to Buddie? Maybe. Don't think I would want that to happen immediately, though. They would deserve a better lead in than something that is still caught up in grief for a prior relationship though. But I am happy that they are there for one another while both are going through their problems, as they always have been. Or could it lead to something else entirely? Also possible and I would like to see it. See him grow outside of the people of the 118? Meet some new people. Could be fun.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Man, I'm going to miss Yukizome so much. (I wish She'll make a letter for Kyosuke before she dies).

It was wonderful to meet all of you.

Like I said, there's nothing I can say to Kyosuke at this point that would make things better. He's better off moving on and forgetting about me, not that I expect him to ever do that...

And...yes...There's no feasable way I could ever be more proud of who my rotten oranges have become...

...Good luck out there everyone! Knock 'em dead!

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[thehappiestgolucky]

Rambling about what DD2 Arisen Classes could feasibly be wielded by mortals and pawns (Because its fun)

Whilst gameplay wise I know they're for allowing you to have uniwue playstyles, some of the vocations I genuinely feel are entirely feesable for even pawns to wield. Yes this is entirely because I saw how Fe'gahl would play out as Magick Archer and realised just how well it suit him and sad I can't make him one-

Magick Archer: Feasable, yet difficult to master

Magick Archer plays out gameplay wise very simply, with nothing in it really hinting as to why the Arisen is the only one who could wield it. If anything, it would be a difficult vocation to learn because of the wide array of skillsets you would need, being that of Mage, Sorcerer and Archer. Since it mixes both varied attack magick of Sorcerer, the recovery of Mage and the general athletisism skillset of Archer - to really get good at this vocation you would need a general understanding of these base vocations.

Meaning that whilst this is entirely a class one could be, it would be pretty rare to see because it require versitility rather than pure focus - unlike Warrior or Thief or the other basic vocations.

Martyrs Bolt does not seem to require link to being Arisen to use! At least from what I looked at when studying the animation. Now its possible that this Maister skill is very Arisen dependant because it drains your health - and mortals using it could risk health conditons. Otherwise, this is just an extreme high risk high reward Maister skill that requires some grit to use.

Would a pawn use it? I wouldn't see why a pawn couldn't be it. I definetly think a Bestowal of Spirit Pawn could easily be a Magick Archer.

Trickster: Feasable yet elusive

I'm gonna be so fr I'm actually a lil dissapointed you didn't meet other Tricksters in the greater world. To me it seems like the Arisen class that would be more common to see on people than the rest, but definitely a vocation least (if at all) used by pawns for how stragetic it is. In essence, the magick used for conjourings is very specific and would need a specific principal and guide to wield - but it also doesn't seem to need the variety that a Magick Archer would.

Dragon's Delusion definetly doesn't need any Arisen aspect to use - maybe needing to know what a Drake looks like at best. It's pretty much just a large vocal simulacrum that the wielder uses and seems to be the one that could have monster variety for other wielders.

This genuinely seems like the vocation that would have a small community of wielders and I'm forever sad it's only Luz who is one...

Mystic Spearhand: Unique but could be passed on

Now, Sigurd made this style specifically to hunt the Dragon, so it's unique to him. It requires tactics, mobility and a mastery of a very precise magick to weild its techniques - which definetly makes this a very difficult one to master. But, I think this one still can be used.

The base weapon can definetly be wielded without needing any magick expertise or ability - like Menella who uses the weapon but only its physical attacks - so whilst proper mastery of Spearhand would require magick - unlike the the other two it can still be wielded. The magick is very specific and would require a well trained honing to use it as more of a force than element of nature, like Unto Heaven and Seching Storm. It probably would need another base knowledge of things like Fighter, Mage - but less for their skills and more for adaptability.

Wild Furie also doesn't seem to use Arisen abilities to wield. However, it would heavily require mastery over the magick for Spearhand to make a perfect clone of yourself that fights whilst you do. It drains stamina harshly because of the pure focus and energy it takes to deliver the combo.

Whilst difficult, and exlusive to Sigurd, if he taught it to others really I think there would be a master and apprentice sort of thing.

Warfarer: Not even a question. No

Really what makes warfarer... it is the Maister skill to immediatly materialise weapons using the Arisen's Scar, which immediately makes this out of the question.

Warfarer without this skill is basically just unrestricted vocation, the vocation, and anyone could do it just by removing the vocation system. Defintely Arisen exlusive, maybe even Current Arisen exlusive since Lammond himself doesn't even use it during escorts (could be a gameplay thing but interesting to think it requires a current link in the chain)

Feel free to add if you want! I've had this rattling in my head because really some are entirely feasible that they're just rare and I'm forever sad pawns will still not get to be more advanced vocations 😔

[redsanji]

citing the genders involved of a ship has always been a bad argument same sex ships shouldnt be defended just because they are same sex ships

saying but korrasami is the only same sex ship in lok or the first one is not a valid argument for korrasami.

korrasami is a bad product thrown in at the last minute at the cost of breaking the narrative forcing two people who were barely friends and barely interacted together.

(there was plenty of time they could have shown being close in b4 but that didnt happen ( i am not talking about a kiss) and while mako supported korra and talked about korra as a person asami failed in helping her

in the last two minutes korra was ooc

there have been too many times where a show gets defended because the decision they made was " progressive" where a ship gets defended because its same sex and they cite the genders involved.

Its funny how many times I see it either with bb or with korrasami where they claim if you dont ship it you are homophobic that you dont care about the lgbt community if you dont support korrasami " the only same sex ship in lok/first same sex ship in animated show involving an mc.

when they are the ones who try to cite the genders involved when ever they try to talk about korrasami/bb or defend it from criticism and try to attack the person attacking it by claiming homophobia.

especially with bb since if anything they are the ones who attacked blacksun for being a m/f ship and calling it forced due to being het

( I have seen them go but there are tons of feasible f/f ships and yet they are teasing the main girl with a guy when I am sorry but it doesnt matter if there are feasable same sex ships the writers arent obligated to make that happen.

and that just points to the idea that their only issue with blacksun was sun being a guy since they had to cite the genders involved.

that was the first thing they cited

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and in bb's case they repeatedly made accusations of homophobia if you didnt see evidence for bb or acted like if you shipped blacksun instead of bb it was just because sun was a guy .

(its funny they shipped bb when the trailers first came out while blacksun only began due to their observed interactions in v1 which hinted at romance ( suns introduction was a lowmotion

Sun’s wink is accompanied by a slow-mo pan of his expression, followed by the camera focusing on Blake’s slack-jawed attention, along with a literal choir singing in the background while she stares at him. This is his introduction— to Blake, but more importantly, to the audience. This is the first moment we properly meet him, and it’s through this very particular gaze.

and we see sun actually helping blake ( while yang didnt interact with blake until v2.)

seriously do you not understand ship wars are a thing in every fndm

them jumping on the homophobia accusations seem to be them convincing themselves that the only reason someone could oppose that same sex ship was not liking gay people.

They think that because there arent that many same sex ships anyone who is okay with lgbt rep would support any same sex ship being canon or that its immune from being forced

someone can be gay and still support makorra over bb

no ship deserves automatic support just because of the genders/identities involved

nor does the genders involved mean you shouldnt oppose the ship

in a ship war between a m/f ship and a f/f ship saying the m/f shiip should have happened/had actual evidence not the f/f ship ( saying its a forced last minute retcon etc)

isnt homophobia or not caring about the lgbt community the point is about the writing

it doesnt matter that getting rid of k/a means there arent any canon same sex ships in lok

supporting a ship between two white people over a ship between a black man and a white woman isnt automatically racism it means you feel the other ship makes sense

jumping on the racism accusation is just a cheap tactic

I feel like when it comes to ship wars where there is a difference in identity between the two ships

like one ship being a same sex ship and the other being. A het ship

they either genuinely convinced themselves that anyone who would support a ship which happens to be m/f over a ship that happens to be f/f and say the f/f ship has no actual evidence etc

can only be doing it because of homophobia rather then because they don’t see any actual evidence and like the ship more.

or the accusations of homophobia are just a cudgel /shield for their ship where they try to protect itself from criticism and attack critics.

(In a situation where they threw in a ship in the last minute retconning stuff etc and this ship happens to be f/f it doesn’t matter if it’s the only same sex ship that isn’t a reasoning to support it there doesn’t need to be a canon same sex ship what the story needs is good writing. A ship shouldn’t be defended for meeting a criteria

and they try to make the you would ship it if it was a m/f ship but that’s often baseless accusations while there is evidence they would have supported the m/f ship of it was f/f given the times they complain about the genders involved

Or one ship

[fuzzydreamin]

Random Headcanons for: Nick Valentine

♥ His senses are more dulled than a humans, but they are there. There are spots on his body where he doesn't get that kind of reception, but also many places where he does. He can 'feel' if someone presses a hand to his fake skin.

♥ A lot of his senses work in the way the human brain tricks itself into believing things, like that certain colours exist when they don't, or filling in blanks we couldn't actually perceive in order to get a clearer picture. It's not always real in the literal sense but it's real to the mind either way. It's all just electronic signals, but that's the same for fully biological people too. So, his senses and feelings are real, real enough anyway. He just has more electronic signals to make up for the lack of chemistry and hormones.

♥ He can eat. It’s not quite the same as with a human, but he can process food through his body similarly to a human, and he even gets some energy from it. It’s not a necessity, and he can certainly go without food, but it’s enjoyable and makes him feel more human. That’s why he eats noodles sometimes.

♥ Adding on from above, he has working chemoreceptors, meaning he can taste and smell things (this is canon). So he can enjoy his noodles, or other food and drink, in this fashion too. Also his cigarettes and anything else he puts in or near his face. Again, he's not sure anymore if it's the same as a regular human, but the senses are there.

♥ All that said, the things he consumes don't necessarily have to be edible. Poison doesn't work on him for example. Hence why Vadim likes to use him as a test subject for his moonshine. Nick's eaten some weird, and potentially dangerous, things in the past just to see how they taste.

♥ He has a regular maintenance schedule. Which he never sticks to perfectly, but he does get around to it eventually. Ellie will usually bother him before he does. He'll pop open his body and check his joints, grease things up, top up his coolant, etc. He has to set aside a whole day for this, maybe two.

♥ His skin is pliant and flexible, softer in some places than others, like the joints. It's still noticably harder and tougher than human skin, especially around the broken edges, since they have weathered more. It's like rubber, but not.

♥ Generally he's not as self concious about his exposed parts as some might think. Sure, it can still be a sore point, especially when meeting someone for the first time, but he's never made any attempts to hide what he is, and he can glean a lot about a person by how they react to him. Mostly he's concious about his metal hand hurting someone, not how it looks.

♥ He'd wear a glove over his hand more if it were feasable, but the metal catches in the fabric and either tears it up or severely limits the movement of his hand. Same goes for wearing a scarf to cover his new facial damage, he'd constantly be readjusting it and that's too much of a bother.

♥ He reciprocates Ellie's feelings to him, viewing her like something of an honorary daughter the way she sees him as a father figure, but he also worries about leaning into that and overstepping boundaries. She is an adult, who had real parents, and is tough in her own right. So he tries to keep up the air of friendly professionalism most of the time. He'll still wade through hell for her. Don't touch his kid.

♥ His favourite dance style is the Lindy Hop. His old synth body might have a little trouble keeping up on some of the moves, but he's still down to do his best at cutting a rug with you.

♥ Human Nick could play the piano and synth Nick hasn't forgotten this skill either. He also has some skill at bowed instruments, but he feels he could never quite get the sounds right. He's a bit of a perfectionist there.

♥ He could have hunted Eddie down on his own. The Commonwealth may be a big place but he's had nothing but time, and it wouldn't have taken too much effort to hire some decent mercs to clear the places taken over by raiders or mutants to get the tapes, but the big issue was that he didn't feel that that was the right way to go about it. It was still personal to him, and he didn't want to do it alone. It wasn't until Sole showed up that he had a person both close and capable enough to go through it with him.

♥ He's dated but never had any serious relationships. He and Irma has a short fling. It ended when she realised she liked Amari, something Nick had already picked up on. It was entirely amicable and Nick is supportive of their relationship.

♥ Doesn't want a Gen 3 body. There are too many implications surrounding that, no matter how it's done, that he is absolutely fully against. Even if his body were destroyed and his memories were put into a Gen 3 to 'save him', he would still be very conflicted and upset about it for a long time. Honestly he'd prefer being put into another Gen 2 over a Gen 3, he'd still have some confusing thoughts to muddle through but at least it wouldn't be so much of a violation in his mind.

♥ That said, he's all for finding ways to modify his body, so long as he approves of the changes. He's tried before, so actually getting things like that to work would be great. When Ada gets a jetpack he seriously considers his whole 'synths with wings' bit.

NSFW

♥ Is more self concious of his body in this regard. The hand and face people just have to deal with, but there's a lot of other damage that few people get to see on him, and even then he's not usually concerned about what they think of it outside of whether he needs a new screw or some wires fixed. But with a partner there's a little more at stake on the physical side of things than just his health. He'd just need some reassurances and time to get used to the fact that it's not a bother.

♥ Nick is fairly vanilla on the surface, he's a natural romantic and honestly happy to be wanted (outside of just as a fetish for someone, which is a hard no from him), and would put a lot of emphasis on making sure his partner is comfortable, pleased, and lavished with that good old fashioned affection.

♥ That said, he makes a very good dom. He definitely has a thing for control within his close personal life, and can be very demanding when he wants to be. So if this was something his partner could enjoy he'd lean into it. This would mostly be played out by asserting authority, roleplay, and the restriction of movement and other senses. He would be much more hesitant to play into anything that might actually cause harm to his partner, such as spanking or the like, and would only do it if his partner insisted, and even then only after triple checking that they're sure.

♥ Can also easily be flipped, with him letting a partner take more control during a sexual situation and allowing himself to let go for a bit under their care, letting them explore him to their hearts content.

♥ Spit as lubricant for real. Produces a fake saliva that helps smooth his voice rather than having him speak in the tinny voicebox of other synths, and aids in his eating habits. So, it can be used in bed too.

[banghwa]

I love fanfic when hyyh yoonkook meet as adults bc they were just too fucking awful to each other as teens..twist is they are still fuckinh toxic to function together

oh thisssss like as much as i am a hyyh yoonkook "happy" ending lover i also love the idea that they could never actually work bcs theyre just too similar and because of everything they went through together. both yoongi and jungkook are the type of ppl to hold on to something awful long after everyone else have moved on. its perfectly feasable that into adulthood they would STILL be holding on to all the awful shit they did for each other and never get over it, and rightfully so tbh. like yoongi has a main character complex the size of the moon and when jungkook isnt busy spiralling over how he's fundamentally broken he's wallowing about how its actually everyone elses fault his life sucks and his only crime is caring too much. like teen/young adult yoonkook would never work bcs of these fundamental character flaws and TBH they are so stubborn that id believe it if it never worked out as adults either !

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

@brightlotusmoon

It's not really technically cannibal fiction

It is a very good TV show that is based on a (ver bad no good sexist and racist) book that is based on the real life FRANKLIN EXPEDITION

It takes what we know about the expedition

Which isn't really that much since they kind a vanished ... and it took us over 150 years to find the ships

Like we know how it started, we know how it endet (starvation, cannibalism ... tragedy ... )

But we don't realyl know what happened in teh middle

And then adds a fantastical horror element (massivley pissed of magical bear who is an inuit spirit thing)

The show starts in September 1846 wenn the Leader of the expedition makes a really shit desicion which leads to them beeing iced in

(That seemed to have happened, we have proof that they where iced in from September 1846 to some point after April 1848)

They are running out of provisions, becasue part of it is spoiled

They are running out of antiscorbutics, becasue they never planned to be iced in for that long

They are being poisoned by lead

Also, big angry bear, becasue they accidentally (It really was an accident) shot an Netsilik shamane. And now the bear spirit who he was responsible for is picking them off one by one so ... yeah ...

His daughter Silna is their guest/captive for a while though she runs away at the first oportunety, clever girl. Played wonderfully by the incredible Nive Nielson (Check out her music -- she is a singer-song writer)

In April 1848 they try to walk out to get further south, do some hunting for fresh meat and maybe meet some Netsilik that can reley a message. While beeing sick, poisoned and starving ... what could possibly go wrong?

Everything ...

There is Murder ... one of the men is trying to stage a muteny and kills a family of Netsilik hunters that could have helped them

They are friends of Silna ...

There is some forensics and a hanging of two of teh muteniers ... which never happens becasue bear ...

Now there are two groups, the muteniers and the remaining original crew who both are trying to get south while beeing hunted by a massively pissed off bear

Time skipp to August 1848

Everyone is dying ... they are running out of food, they have made less then half of the way south and winter is just around the corner

Cannibalism seems feasable now ...

The muteniers abduct the Captain becasue ... well if you are suffering from lead poisoning stupid powerplays are apparently the logical way to go

The leader of the muteniers has decidet to imitate a ritual he has seen Silna attempt (she failed) to get the bear under his controll

It fails spectacularly ...

Everyone dies

SIlna vitnesses the whole trainwreck becasue I guess she hasn't suffered enough ... also with the bear dead, she is kind a out of a job, becasue it was her families job to kind a be the conection between humans and the spirit (the Netsilik could life with that bear just fine since they were respectfull and shit ... )

The end ...

But it is so much more, the script is really good

There is a huge emphasize on teh relationships these characters have with each others

How friendships happen, and break appart

How enemies become allies become friends

How people stab each other in the back and how people get help from the most unexpected places

How loyalties are kept ...

How they all fight for each other or against each other or both ...

How they do what they think is right

How while everyone dies, what mattered is that they lived and laughed and loved ... what they did mattered even if it lead to nothing ...

Also they cast real Inuit actors not just anyone who "looked" the right kind of POC

Also, the effects are amazing not just for TV but in generall

ALSO no romance with Silna, instead story arc for Silna :-)

Also canon gay couple (sweet boys, love books)

Also other canon gay couple (apsolut desaster ... zero stars would not recoment XD)

Also the show as a whole is just very very gay ... like I don't know whta the Captain and his second have going on after episode 6 ... but I want what they are having

Like if you ask me whta the show is like

It's ... like this

It is sad and fun and gut wrenchin and so kind and full of love and why does everything I love die???? ...

It is gentel ... it is so so gentel <3

i appreciate the content warnings and understand their importance but i can’t help but giggle a little bit when i click on a fnaf fic and half the chapters have child death warnings in their notes. sir this is the Child Death Game i think i know what i’m signing up for

[shut-up-rabert]

It was only after I had entered the room that I realised that the noise I was following was not infact someone plucking on rubber bands like I had made it out to be; it was the sound of acoustic strings being tuned and tried. Taken aback, I coloured slightly, the embarrassment of having yelled for my brother to stop being a nuisance at someone else’s house seeping in, since this person was clearly not my brother.

I tried muttering an apology as the widened ebony eyes stared at me, more so in surprise, but still confused as to why some random girl just barged into his room as if she owned the place, screaming at him to put the rubber band down or she’ll tie his mouth shut with it.

“I’m sorry” I’m quick (maybe quick enough to make my lack of confidence overt) , and without giving as much as a second thought, I add “I thought you were my brother, he has been messing around and annoying everyone since morning.”

I try scurrying away as soon as my redress ends, having dropped my eyes the moment I had noticed my royal blunder. Honestly, I was scared to meet his eyes and see him judge me as someone with a loose screw. Not that it would be undeserved.

“So you were going to tie his mouth shut with a bunch of rubberbands for that?” I heard the question just as was in the middle of passing throw the web of curtains at the door, and a chuckle just as I turned back around “God, you elder sisters sure are scary.”

Interestingly enough, his face didn’t show the slightest sign of scrutiny. His eyes seemed to be laughing, yes, but not with mockery or malice.

Well, what am I even supposed to say? This person was clearly finding entertainment in what I had considered a rather ignominious occurrence . Adding the fact that he is supposed to be a complete stranger to me, there truly were no words for me to say, other than accepting the bait his words had offered.

“I’m assuming yours is like this too?” Rather involuntarily, I tilt my head a little to left as I pose the question. Forming a smile is rather hard because of the nervousness that seeps in. Of the five days I have been here, I don’t recall smiling at him for once.

Finally, a small and feasably forced simper appeared on my lips. It was, however, no match for the rather genuine looking one that he wore.

“Yes.” He chortled minutely yet fondly. “And she hates the sight of my guitar aswell.”

“Why?” I find myself probbing, more so naturally. “She doesn’t like the tunes you play?”

“Apparently not.” He sighed, still pleased. A silence reigned for a moment or two. It could have been my cue to politely, if rather awkwardly, take his leave. Before my conscious could arrive to this thought, another question left my lips,

“You’re Naina’s brother, right?” I blurted out. Huh. Could it be that I did not want to leave his acquaintance as urgently as I had deduced?

He looked up again. “Yeah, I’m her younger brother.”

I nodded, tilting my head a little and clutching the curtain at his door for God knows what reason. I had known the answer beforehand offcourse. It does not take a Sherlock to figure out the relation between two people who are referring the same pair of adults as maa and Papa.

“And you’re her new friend, right? The one who’s with her 24x7?”

Now it was my turn to beam and answer. “Sounds like me.” After a pause, I added, “In my defense, I don’t really know anyone else here whom I can be with.”

“So I’m assuming you’re from the groom’s side of the family?” Letting go of the strings, he slumped against his guitar, now completely concentrated on me.

Then, as if suddenly noticing something for the first time, he added, “have a seat please.” as his eyes pointed at his bedside.

“Yeah, he’s my mamaji.” As I said so, I found myself walking inside and taking a seat on the corner of his bed, adjacent to the ottoman seat he and his instrument kit rested on. A part of my brain immediately chided me for doing so seamlessly, but was muted by the other half that told me it was natural to get comfortable once a conversation has gotten so far.

“Thank God.” He sighed again. “I thought I was forgetting a cousin or something for a hot second.”

Liar. I mentally noted. You saw me getting off the bus with my family.

Then the other implication of the statement runs across my mind. You’re glad that I’m not- don’t be silly, he clearly means he’s relieved of not forgetting anyone.

Regardless of what the implications were, I find heat rise in my face.

Keeping my sights up is a challenge. Everytime our eyes met for more than a nanosecond, I’d either divert mine or just pace away to be far from his gaze. This has to be the longest I ought to have mantained an eye contact with him, but I cannot afford to look away now, can I?

Well, certainly not when I’m close enough for him to notice the shy hue take over me.

[storiesofsvu]

quarantining with Rita headcanons?

Okay. I’m doing this more IRL than the way they’ve been showing it on the show lol.

(Also obvs 2020 related tw. Also ignore the million typos cause I’m on my phone...)

Omg. First and foremost, homegirl is BORED AS FUUUUUCK. She’s so used to working insane hours, coming up with compelling/convincing arguments & how to destroy witnesses on the stand that as soon as that comes to a standstill she literally doesn’t know what to do with herself

She still has to occasionally meet with clients, I mean, there’s still more than enough people getting arrested. But she’s striking deals & hoping bails are set low enough her clients won’t have to spend fucking eternity at Rikers while they wait for trials to start back up. (Esp cause she’s so bored she starts to pick up pro bono/super discounted rates cases between all the protests/riots)

Rita’s extra doting on you, esp if you’re an essential worker, she’s not used to the roles in the house being swapped, but turns out she actually can make a pretty good stay at home wife. Dinner’s always on the table by the time you get home (even if it’s just take out), she’s the one suddenly doing the laundry right away to make sure your work stuff is ready to go, and usually greet you with a glass of wine/scotch whatever to destress you

You cannot tell me that she wouldn’t learn to make masks herself, homegirl’s gotta look good & within like a week & a half both you & her have matching masks for most of your outfits

In her boredom she ends up doing a LOT of online shopping, your entire kitchen gets new cookware (which you have to protest when it shows up cause she doesn’t even USE IT) she remodels at least one of the rooms in the house, finds some kind of online workout routine for when outdoor runs no longer seem feasable, and uses the more than leftover time to work her way through all those movies/shows that she’s “put on the list” yet never got around to.

If you’re also working from home, it’s a lot of lazy cuddles, comfy clothes, snacking and day drinking. It’s the most time you’ve been able to spend together in ages. It’s incredibly soft & domestic & you both greatly appreciate the time to slow down a bit. (Though of the two of you, she’s getting antsy as all hell as time goes on)

Once it warms up, she’s whisking you off to the Hamptons for some fresh air & sun, eager to have a change of scenery from the inside of your Tribeca apartment

She definitely jumps at the banana bread/bread making, definitely burns the first like, 4 attempts but once she’s mastered it, it’s pretty bomb. You’re definitely in the middle of a zoom meeting when the smoke alarm goes off & you just sigh & someone else laughs saying “rita must be cooking again?” You cant be mad, cause at least she’s keeping herself busy

When trials finally do commence she’s diving headfirst into it, suddenly oh so aware of how overloaded she got herself, lowkey stresses herself out but you remind her how good she is, and it’s not like she’s been staring down these cases for months, she’s so ready she could do any of them in her sleep

[antique-forvalaka]

I mean as someone who uses it a lot on my phone, i'd love to have ao3 as a proper official app but...

Its not feasable. Even just considering that the app would need to be available through official channels such as the Apple App Store or the Samsung Play Store already presents a huge problem: censorship.

As we all should know by now, a lot of sites like tumblr, in big parts, had to be purged of any possible pronographic and 'problematic' content to still be allowed on the app store, and other app distributers. There's a lot of power in them, and they can easily refuse to host the app altogether if they dont meet these guidelines. Just take a look at the blatant censorhip on ie tiktok of even just words like sex, suicide, rape etc.

And a huge part of ao3 is that anything goes! We're already fighting against even just the idea of ao3 getting censored in any way, to preserve its use as an archive, and a space for writers to go wild.

Which leaves us with our second problem: if the app can't be hosted through these official distributers it would need to be supplied via direct .apk download – which isnt available for all users (ie not possible on iphones) and thus opens the door to more people falling for these unnofficial – and potentially malicious – copies. Even more so than now.

Knowing there's an offical app but being unable to find it in the app store would mean even more people could potentially mistake these copies for the real deal – after all, there would be an app, and if not on the app store/google play, where then would they find it?

So the sad reality is, as things stand right now, it's nigh impossible that we'll ever get to see an offical ao3 app. But as mentioned above, the mobile website version isnt bad at all.

Hey everyone. There's another app on the Google playstore. Pretty sure it's not official and it's making money from in-app ads.

I think the AO3's latest post about apps is here:

[twelvemonkeyswere]

very intrigued by hermione/jaime crack 😳😳

thank you both @halfagod​ and @forbiddenfantasies1​ for asking about this! and sorry it's so long okay so - right off the bat, this isn’t anything romantic or anything, but it is crack.

you’ll likely remember there was some fanfic grrm was writing about his own characters fighting other characters. one of the first ones was Jaime Lannister vs Hermione Granger, and since he hates JK Rownling his descriptions of what a showdown between them would be were very uncharitable to the characters to say the fucking least, especially Hermione.

the whole thing is quite a bad read and it sent me thinking that there were a LOT of variables that would play into it if taken seriously, starting with their personalities, ages at the time of the match, reason why they’re fighting in the first place, etc.

and since I like world building and whatnot, I began thinking how to make their showdown realistic and feasable obeying the laws of their respective narratives, and then I decided it would be even more fun (hah) to make as many scenarios with those variables as possible, because that’s the sort of person i am. and then I realized... well. asoiaf began to be published in the 90s.... 1996, to be precise, when hermione was 17, and facing a war against a madman. and the parallels were right there, and thus I made a timeline to see how things would fit, and then some other ideas sprang up from that.

so now the main idea is that it all starts the year after the war, when Hermione comes back to Hogwarts to finish her studies while everyone else goes on with their lives. she’s alone, she has to deal with everything she saw and everything she had to do, and with everyone else in Hogwarts being traumatized too... so she’s depressed, and trying to get better. and in my idea, one of the things she tries is to get back to the things that made her happy before it all went wrong, reading among them.

particularly, reading muggle books. because since she knows real magic now, well, regular fantasy books must lose some of their charm, right? but what if that was what she loved as a kid, and she’s desperate enough to get away from what reality is now, in real-magic world? so maybe she tries new stories, see what she’s missed in the last couple of years.

and maybe she is afraid of being judged for having some of those books or she just wants some peace and quiet, so she sneaks into the room of requirements and foolishly and naively asks for a room where she can “immerse” herself in the book she’s trying to read that night.

and that’s how she meets Jaime, by going into the world of the book. and the idea was then that she would periodically travel into the books and see Jaime at different ages, and as she gets older and processes what happened during the war, her perspective of the events and her life shifts and changes, not unlike Jaime’s story changes through the books.

anyways i wrote some 2k words about grief and healing and it’s been sitting there, looking at me and threatening to become too long.

here’s the bit where she first meets Jaime in case you’re interested

(be warned, I never read HP in English and I haven’t consumed any media about it in YEARS. also i suck at actions scenes)

come ask stuff about my WIPs if you want!

“Who are you?” The white knight demanded.

Hermione frowned and ignored the question, inspecting the trees behind the man, the grass of the meadow under her feet. She had clearly been portkeyed somewhere, where was the artifact? 

“Answer me!” the man demanded. He shifted on his feet, his armor creaking and clinking. “Who sent you?” 

“He said,” a second voice drawled behind her. “Where did you come from?” 

Jumping to one side, Hermione noticed another knight, much closer to her, but also much younger. He was tall, but had a leaner frame even with the white armor, same as his companion. He didn’t have his helm on either, and she spotted it on the ground, likely dropped so the boy could hold his sword with both hands, the point of which was angled at her throat, even at a distance. His curly hair, golden and sticky with sweat, enveloped two emerald green eyes that moved with the murderous intent of a cat. 

Hermione swallowed.

If velas were male, she blinked in confusion, this is what they would look like.

It was stupid to realize that at a moment like this, given the fact her life was being threatened, but no human being was ever that beautiful. It had to be magic. 

She looked around, trying to remember what had been next to her in the Room of Requirements. Where’s the bloody thing?

“Accio portkey,” she swished her wand in a circle above her head, but nothing happened.

“Get her!” the man ordered the boy, and both stepped forward, closing in. Their swords drew up, the man holding it above his head, the boy raising the pommel to his cheek.

“Whoa!” Hermione reached instinctively into her robes and got her wand out. Her mind raced, trying to recall everything she knew about metal charming, but when the knights were upon her, she disapparated with a faint pop. 

She apparated a couple of meters away, shaking her head off the unpleasant feeling of being vaccumed through space. As she opened her eyes, there was a loud clank from the swords that met where she should have been. The boy trembled below the man’s strength, holding his ground with some difficulty.

“Oi, please!” she called to them, holding a hand out in a placating gesture. “Where am I? Who are you?”

As one, the man turned with fury towards her, and the boy frowned in angry confusion. She had a second to recall Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and, not without failing to see the irony, felt grateful she had learned forgetfulness spells from the best.

“Witchcraft,” the older knight muttered, and the boy only glanced at him for a moment, returning his eyes to her. “Cut her throat!” 

The boy hesitated a second, but when the older man charged towards her, so did he. 

“Wingardium leviosa!” she yelled at the armors, to no effect. “Shit.” She disapparated again, just before they reached her. She apparated by a tree this time, to their right. She aimed at the clothes they hopefully had below their armors and forced herself to speak through the haze. “Wingardium leviosa!” 

Both knights lifted into the air like they weighed less than feathers. 

“Seven hells!” the older knight screamed, anger and fear mixing as he balanced unceremoniously on his spot. 

Iron, Hermione breathed with relief to herself. It was the iron.

She didn’t know what to expect, she had never tried to charm uncharmed metalwork before. Unless you counted locks. Then again maybe that charmed the air around the metal, or maybe there was more magic in this particular iron, she didn’t have the time to--

“What is this?” the young man demanded, as he waved his sword around, testing if he was being held on the spot like a puppet.

Hermione walked towards them with caution. 

“Gentlemen, please!” she called to them through their grunts and curses. “Where am I? Who are you?” 

“Silence, witch!” the older man ordered, trying to stick his sword to the ground in an attempt to descend.

“I’ll let you down as soon as you answer my questions,” she swallowed, reminding herself of the many times she had fought against enemies bigger than her. “I just want to get home.” 

The boy bore his eyes into hers. “Where is that?” 

“None of your bloody business,” she replied instinctively. 

“She’s not from here, ser,” the boy said to the older knight. “She wears odd clothes, speaks strange words.” 

“Shut up, Ser Jaime, get to--”

But Hermione didn’t get to hear what the man wanted the boy to do.

“Ser Jaime?” the name was out of her mouth before she knew it. She squinted at the boy’s armor, saw the seven swords engraved on the plate, and realization hit her. She looked at the boy, then at the man. I’ll be fucking damned. 

“Jaime.” she repeated, bringing the boy’s attention back to her. “Jaime… Lannister?”

[jinxofthecipher]

Scene, Part 2:

It all starts with a small box of chocolates.

Deidara doesn’t notice them at first. Not when he’s busy checking his wallet, making sure they have enough to cover the bill that’s coming. Yep, all good, he thinks, returning to his bowl of rice and eyeing the restaurant once more. They chose a seat in the back corner where it gives an ample view of the place, enough for any missing-nin to be comforted. It’s bustling, more people than the artist has seen in weeks of travel. 

He takes another bite, looks up again and repeats. The straw hat is pulled down low over his face. It does little to hide him, not when he’s wearing his cloak, it’s a dead give-away, especially since the Akatsuki’s started gaining real momentum recently. Even so, the restaurant is so busy that no one seems to take notice, though the few that sit nearby give him wary looks. Everyone else is in their own little worlds, coming and going. Not looking or considering a potential nin in their midst. It’s almost peaceful, a fact that both calms Deidara and makes his hands itch for clay. The mouths click their teeth in agitation and he forces his focus back on the food. 

Bowl now empty, Deidara sits back in the booth, arms crossing as he looks around. Where the hell was Tobi? That idiot had left for the bathroom half an hour ago now! He grinds his teeth casting a look at the half-full bowl across from him. Probably got side-tracked again, that dumbass. He may not abhor him as much as he once had but still, that man knew how to get under his skin with little effort (he can just imagine the future meet up with Kakuzu, telling him all about Tobi’s irritations and the older man would of course sigh before going on to explain Hidan’s newest annoyance which usually ended up being far worse and far more bloody than anything Tobi’s done or probably will do, ever. Deidara can’t picture the other ever killing for enjoyment, he hardly even fought anyways, only evaded.).

There is a brief flicker of worry. Of Tobi possibly coming across someone brave enough to get into an Akatsuki members face. They wouldn’t need too much bravery given Tobi’s natural aura of stupidity; everyone undesterimated his partner, Deidara included which he shouldn’t be, not with all the pieces he’s collected, the suspicians, and just how easy it is to forget and believe Tobi’s just an idiot and nothing else. Either way, there should be no cause for alarm. If Tobi can slip past every attack Deidara has ever thrown at him (and those attacks were mighty powerful, if Deidara said so himself) then he could certainly deal with almost anyone else outside the organization.

So he brushes the thoughts away and digs out the money. He’ll wait, for now, at least, he thinks placing the bills on the table and goes to put the wallet back into the pouch. Blue eyes widen a fraction. Huh? He turns, peering into the pouch. Past the kunai and scrolls, at the very bottom is a small square box. It’s a glossy black, managing to catch the swinging light over Deidara’s head. 

His eyes narrow instantly and he hovers a hand over the box. No chakra signature. No obvious threat . . . the artist considers it a moment before daring to grab and pull it out. 

Pouch and restaurant forgotten, Deidara balances his elbows on the table and runs his fingers over the box before his face. It’s no bigger than a dango box though much wider. A small symbol is etched on top that reads SWEET’S; he recognizes it, a candy store in town that they had passed on the way here. There is also a note taped to the bottom, so securely that, for a second, he thinks it’s just a sticker for the company or price. It’s not and when he realizes this, Deidara digs at the edges with a nail until he’s able to open it. An edge tears, whatever holding it on a bit too good at it’s job but finally, he can read it.

 - Hope you like it - is written in barely legiable scrawl that Deidara doesn’t recognize. His eyebrows raise and, cautious, he looks around the restaurant. No one is looking at him, even the wary ones are focused on their food. Who in their right mind would give him a gift? And someone who doesn’t put a name, not even an initial? Well, perhaps it was an admirer of my art, I must’ve made some impression, he smirks at the possibility, smug.

Still, it’s just one of those cheap boxes of chocolate you can get. The one with a mixture of sweets that are never just chocolate. They’re usually an arrange of flavours ranging from carmel to coconut. And Deidara’s sweet tooth is only for chocolate these days. So, he opens it, fully prepared to just toss the box-only to see another note inside, laying delicately over the six chocolates. 

- Bought five more to give you all the kinds you liked~ -

Deidara stares, not understanding at first. He looks between the paper to the chocolate below and, slowly, realizes that they all look the same. So they’re all-

Going rigid, the artist looks around the place again. More suspicious then ever, his chakra now a mass of pure unadulterated paranoia. The mouths on his hand click, grinding in his tensity. There is no feasable way that anyone could have snuck the box into his bag AND known his preferences of chocolate. Hell, Tobi didn’t even know! 

As if sensing his mood swing and thoughts on him, Deidara sees Tobi skip across the restaurant, waving at one group of people who flinch back at his cloak. “Senpaiiiii,” he whines, hopping into his chair with more energy then Deidara could ever have, “Sorry Tobi took so long!! There was such a lovely person outside the restrooms!”

“He didn’t try and kill you, hm?”

“Nope!” Tobi hums, dipping into thoughtfulness for a second. “Well, maybe? You always try to blow me up sooooo I’m not sure!”

“I’m just keeping you on your toes. At least you dealt with the situation without hassel,” he notes the lack of fear or chakra signatures, if Tobi’s not lying then he did deal with the problem without even raising an alarm. His stomach twists, always feeling off whenever Tobi proves that, yes, he is far more capable then anyone could dream of being. Not that Deidara would ever admit that. And he wasn’t stronger then Deidara! So there. “Anyway, you ever seen this before?” He gives the box a tiny shake, having closed it up again and shoved both notes into his pockets. 

Tobi’s head dips, the hole in his mask leveling with the box as he hmm’s in the back of his throat. A hand reaches out, sliding over the edge and brushing Deidara’s just enough for the blonde to notice before pulling back. The other’s head cocks to the side and, for the millionth time, Deidara wishes he could see the face beneath it. He’ll never understand the odd desire to keep it hidden, unless it’s all just to annoy me, his annoyance grows at the thought. “Well?? I swear Tobi, I’ll-!”

“Oh, Deidara senpai, calmmmmm, please? Deidara’s eye twitches at the demand Tobi's seen ‘em cause he bought ‘em!” The artist’s mouth drops open at the proud declaration. His partner leans back into the booth, almost casual looking as he crosses his arms behind his head. “Did you try any of ‘em?? The owner said they were the best they had!”

Deidara was still reeling, eyes wide as he stared at the other, “you bought them?”

“Uh-huh!”

The artist stares at his partner who’s practically vibrating in his chair, leg swinging like a five year old who has no control of their energy. But what else is new? “Care to explain why? I’ve never told you my favorite chocolate,” he huffs, agitated, crossing his own arms to mirror Tobi’s, “And while you’re at it, explain why you decided to get your buisness partner a . . . a,” he searches for the right word. 

“Present?”

“Yes. Why get me a present?”

“Cause Tobi loves you~” He coos happily, words dripping in glee and Deidara glares at the obvious jest. Still, his chest tightens a fraction. Seeing his partners look of disbelief, Tobi shakes his head, “it’s true! Beleive poor Tobi for once, senpai! And,” he releases his hands from behind his head and leans forward, into Deidara’s space, “you told Tobi whatcha’ liked!”

A single eyebrow rose, “when?”

“Two months ago!” The mask bobs, eager, hands now flat on the table, a little too close to the ones Deidara has laced together on his side. Truly, if he considered all options, it wasn’t impossible that he wouldn’t have told Tobi his preferences but it was one of millions of conversations they’ve had.

“. . . you remember a random conversation we had, two months ago, about that of all things?”

“Of course!”

“I didn’t think you listened to half the things I say.” 

The hands actually do reach his now, attaching onto Deidara’s and giving a firm squeeze as Tobi nods, enthusiastic. “Tobi’s always listening and he always remembers what Deidara senpai says!” He tilts his head, “I promise.” He says, voice lower, full of certainty, and, more importantly, the third person eerily gone. Deidara can’t help feeling uncomfortable at the intensity Tobi is giving him at the moment. The hold on his hands is tight and he can’t tell if it’s a subtle warning or meant to be comforting. Either way, it doesn’t help that he can feel Tobi’s chakra buzzing, it’s the usual thrum but . . . there’s something beneath it. Something darker. Something that brings back questions of why Tobi can dodge every attack, why he was picked last to join the Akatsuki although he’s been around them for much longer. They pull at Deidara’s mind, begging to be put together, to form the rest of the picture. To come to the conclusion that’s been nagging at him for months. 

He should look at them. It all points to something bigger, even without proper analysis. 

But he discards them. No. Tobi is just his idiot of a partner who is just really good at dodging everything, that’s all. Lies, he thinks and ignores.

“So you just ignore all the other advice I give you?”

“As usual!” Tobi exclaims, the smile so obvious in his tone. He senses the change in chakra instantly and stills before yanking his hands back into a shielding display, “wait! No, senpai Tobi meant no disrespect, simply that- please! Think of the restaurant!”

Needless to say, the restaurant almost became a smoking crater; and two weeks later Deidara finds a rose tucked in his pouch, another note stuck to it and he can’t help the smile he gets at his idiot trying so hard.

Part 1: 

 https://jinxofthecipher.tumblr.com/post/638984358996344832/headcanonscene-when-deidara-was-first-told-that

[beautiful-basque-country]

The Basque-Georgian connection

As you may already know, Basque is a language isolate, and nobody really knows where it comes from. There are several theories that try to solve the mystery, but the one we personally like the most - and may be the most feasible one, based on the evidence found - is the one we’re sharing with you today.

Most scholars agree on the fact that Greeks called the whole Iberian peninsula Iberia meaning “the land of river Iber”. But Greeks also called Iberia the old Georgian kingdom of Kartvli. Why? Scholars don’t agree so much: there may have been another river Iber, but it also may come from its inhabitants: the Sasper. The evolution would be: Sasper > Speri > Hberi > Iberi. 

Be it as it may, we then have two Iberias, +4,000 kms apart, and eastern and western Iberians. Since ancient times eastern Iberians felt connected to western Iberians, and Georgian monk and translator George the Hagiorite wrote, as early as in the 11th century, that Georgians needed to meet their long lost western siblings. However, he couldn’t explain how, when, and why this family got so apart.

It’s not an easy task to find those answers, though.

The Swadesh lexicostatistical relation between Georgian and Basque is 7.52%, higher than any other language in the world compared to Euskara. This means that, according to the Swadesh method, Georgian and Basque began to evolve separatedly around 10,000 years ago, during the Magdalenian era. This is even more impressive knowing that, although proto-kartvelian (origin of Georgian) can be studied until 2,000 BCE, reliable proto-Basque stops at year 500. If we could rebuild proto-Basque until 2,000BCE, the percentage of relation would be higher.

Judging by how similar Basque & Georgian are, it’s assumed that it was a single language up until that moment in time. There are currently ongoing researchs on this theory. But neskak, what are those similarities?

- they’re both agglutinative languages, with the same declensive system. - ergative case, super rare in European languages, just found in Georgian and Basque. There are only two more languages in the world that use it: Tibetan and Burushaski. 

- reflexive sentences: both Georgian and Basque say “my head” instead of “myself”. Ex: I saw my head on the mirror.

- counting system based on 20

- aspirate H: lost in most of nowadays Basque dialects, it existed in proto-Basque unlike in Iberian. It still was pronounced in medieval Basque, and it’s also found in nowadays Georgian.

- Iberian tribes had a name ended in -eti (Laeti, Auseti, ilergeti, etc). It’s very similar to nowadays Georgian instrumental suffix -ti.

- Georgian and Basque pronouns are neuter. 

- Lack of articles: a house & the house is said the same way.  

So we have similar syntax, grammar, and vocabulary, and we’re pretty much sure there was a single group of speakers somewhere in pre-history. What the hell happened?

Somebody migrated. Experts assumed that it was eastern Iberians who walked west, since Caucasian human remains were found in several sites of northern Spain, a minority among native featured human remains. Scholars, as did Strabo centuries ago, realized that these Caucasian were always found next to mines, so they concluded eastern Iberians - skilled metalworkers - traveled west to work in the mines. The only issue? +4,000 kms ahead to work in a mine of nowadays Spain is a bit too much, specially when Georgia had them too.

Some experts consider that this can be explained: Basques are the descendants of Caucasian tribes that arrived to western Iberia. They isolated themselves in the Basque mountains, and some of them worked in the mines of Cantabria & Asturias that are just some hundreds of kms away. Far more feasable.

However, a more recent theory defends it ocurred the other way around: western Iberians somehow walked to the Caucasus since, according to a DNA study, Georgians are genetically more diverse than Basques, which couldn’t be possible if the migration actually came from the east. Why? Were they escaping? Looking for a better place? Nobody knows.

Mariam Lordkipanidze - one of the biggest experts in the Basque-Georgian connection - has studied Basque & Georgian dolmens and funerary rites, and has found atonishing similarities. Who started those rites, though?

So probably we will never know if we migrated from east to west or viceversa, but we personally think that this happened somewhere in history, and that Basques and Georgians are distant relatives. 

What do you think? Have you ever heard about this?

source 1, source 2, source 3, source 4, source 5, source 6, source 7, source 8.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Moth Mondays with the Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera

Monica from Dinky Dog

Seen as the more pragmatic opposite to the rather lively-minded Sandy when it comes to their pet Irish Wolfhound/Old English Sheepdog mix as can be both lively and troublesome, she can perhaps best relate to how a diving weekend on Catalina Island turned out to be a little more than memorable:

... and you thought the whole idea of dogs going for SCUBA seemed rather hokey, especially with cheesy news stories about divers who trained their dogs to go diving with them--until my sister Sandy and I got a genuine invitation from the Catalina Diving Clowder, made authentic by the letter, signed by the Clowder’s leader, “Bubbles,” having a perfumed scent redolent of the sea.

Which, as can be evident, even made Dinky a little ditzy himself considering his size and all the issues he’s been known to cause, even to the extent of driving our beloved Uncle Dudley into a heart attack. Still, though, “Bubbles” noted that she might be interested in meeting Dinkley and getting some snorkelling lessons set up for him. Sandy, no doubt, being excited as heck.

Some friends of ours had a private yacht that was going to Catalina that weekend, and they wouldn’t mind having Dinky along for the ride ... even if the cross-channel run certainly made Dinkley a little crazy for the sea air and the sea breezes which carried same along ... and once we got to the harbour in Avalon, three of the Clowder--Jessamaine, Lola and Jayne--picked us all up at the yacht slip near the Casino Building. For her part, Lola couldn’t believe the sheer size as much as the irony of such a rather lively dog being called “Dinky,” and wondered aloud whether it would actually be feasable to find a proper mask and snorkel for the diving misadventure to hand.

Over the inevitable welcome seafood dinner of broiled cod, the entire of the Clowder--an all-feline group of divers, as it turned out, fond of diving the waters off the aptly-named Catalina Island--couldn’t resist having the conversation being all about Dinky and his massive size. Even explaining that we bought him as a mere pup, only to grow explosively all the more, couldn’t help but bring puzzled looks from the Clowder, even as discussion about the dive--which was to come off Lovers Point, just to the south of Avalon--got to be animated.

One thing to be said about the Clowder’s ingenuity: They happen to keep on hand a number of spare divers’ masks of all sorts for such guests who are invited on their diving excursions, and after quite the search, Joleen, one of the more practical members of the Clowder, found--and tried out on Dinky--perhaps the ideal sort of diver’s mask for such an oversize dog. And did he look surprised when a mirror was held up to him in the mask. And while, during the dive, Sandy preferred a sexed-up bikini against my more conservative-looking tankini, Dinky remained all fur.

Boy, was Dinky excited to get into the water once we got to our moorings at the Lover’s Cove Dive Park--by way of a serious belly flop, even before the rest of us could get into the water ... and I wonder what motivated Dinky so to begin with?

Jessamaine, at any rate, couldn’t wait to get up close to Dinky to instruct him (or what would pass for instructing a dog of his size) in snorkelling’s finer points, even with some caresses and hugs beforehand to build up some trust. “This I have to see” was the thought crossing my mind as I myself got into the waters of Lover’s Cove alonsgide Dinky and Jessamaine ... and I could barely believe the very sight and sensation of the very fluid feelings Dinky had in the waters off Catalina that afternoon. Yet ... how was Dinky able to not only move his legs like flippers underwater, let alone hold his breath and try to contain his excitement, and not get laughed at in trying to explain?

At any rate, the experience of Dinky actually snorkelling, and releasing his excitement underwater, couldn’t have turned out more interesting. Even if we all had to let Dinky on the pontoon first to shake off all the water from his wet and hairy body without getting drenced big time ... and, back in Avalon, having to wash off the salt from Dinky’s body; after all, the veterinarian once mentioned that sea salt can get rather sticky on pets unless washed off rather quickly, and to have Dinky coated in a sea-salt glaze was the last sort of thing you’d want to imagine after a weekend on Catalina Island!

“... and that’s the story from The Moth”

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[torrikor]

I remember seeing old art of yours with some of the hs girls with the weapons. I think Angel had a... fan?? And- and I can only think of Rus having a whip or a long boi and that’s aaaall I remember so... but you said there were other things they could do? ;))))

yes, i doodled some of them a while ago, just to play around with the idea!

i also have More Logic since my dumb brain wouldn’t let me rest until i came up with a feasable explanation for all the shit they can do, so!!

human souls are, like i said, incredibly powerful. like, batshit crazy levels of powerful, in comparison to monster souls. so therefore, it can be assumed that should they be able to use magic, that would be batshit crazy levels of powerful too. even the mixed trait souls are incredibly powerful & they aren’t even the ones who can use magic in this theory! so to have nine humans with single trait souls running around who also just so happen to meet all the criteria that enables them to use the ancient magic in their systems? holy shit

what the girls can do with the magic relates almost entirely to what soul trait they have, with other influences being them as individuals. being able to summon and use specific ‘weapons’ is essentially the base-level ability that comes with magic; it’s the human equivalent to monsters using different kinds of bullets and attacks in the game. however, these are humans we’re talking about. and i’ll be damned if any human thinks to quit while they’re ahead and not try to push that magic to the limits purely because fuck yeah, magic

so! i like to call these ‘next level’ abilities ultimates, because they’re absolutely fuck off levels of crazy and dear gods why did i think putting logic behind this was a good idea, what have i done.

ultimates, for humans with magic, are kind of like fight or flight responses. just… super intense fight or flight responses. the ones you get in near-death situations.these align with the soul traits and the evidence from battles with monsters in-game; in different battles, the player’s soul is affected by different magic and is given different abilities and limitations - these are reflected in the girls’ ultimates. i also like to think that frisk’s ultimate is the power to save & reset :D

and because i highly doubt i’ll get the chance to indulge in this again, here’s the list of the girls’ soul traits, their ‘weapons’, and their ultimates, because i was not kidding when i said i have thought way too much about this:

vani’s trait is patience, her weapons are daggers - a callback to the toy knife associated with patience in the game. think yondu from guardians of the galaxy but like. as many daggers as she wants to summon. her ultimate is somewhat twofold; she can temporarily slow down time around a certain area or around certain individuals, but cannot move while she does so. (referencing how the player can harmlessly pass through blue attacks so long as they remain still)

angel’s trait is integrity, her weapons are battle fans, they look a little bit like the frills of the ballerina skirt associated with integrity in-game. her ultimate gives her fuck off crazy speed and agility; that combined with vani’s time-slowing and it’s almost as if she teleports with how fast she moves. (referencing the different movement mechanic used when the player’s soul is turned blue)

ruby’s trait is perseverance, her weapon is a bat, often embedded with nails. a very very lowkey callback to the pencil(& notebook) associated with perseverance in-game. her ultimate gives her the ability to keep going no matter how injured she gets. which might sound a little underwhelming, but she could theoretically keep going even past the point of what would kill a normal person - of course, she does run the risk of actually dying once the ultimate is shut off, she can’t keep it up forever. (not necessarily referencing any of the game mechanics from battles)

fell’s trait is determination, her weapon is a spear - sort of a callback to the actual knife associated with determination. her ultimate is about what you would expect; though hers varies slightly in that she can perform a ‘rewind’ to a certain point. she cannot perform a true reset, not yet at least. (referencing the ability to reload and reset, something only determination can do)

bee’s trait is bravery, her weapons are twin gauntlets, referencing the tough glove associated with bravery. her ultimate gives her complete invulnerability & increased strength so long as she keeps moving, facing the danger head-on. probably what you would expect, but i promise you you’d likely shit yourself if you saw a tiny ball of pure rage charging through everything in her way without taking so much as a scratch. (referencing how the player can harmlessly pass through orange attacks so long as they keep moving)

ri’s trait is kindness, her weapon… isn’t actually a weapon. she has a shield instead, similar to the pan associated with kindness. she does eventually learn to adjust their shape and throw them as deadly frisbees, though, even if she can’t move while a shield is up. her ultimate is about what you’d expect; she can use green/healing magic to the point of resurrecting someone recently deceased, though at the cost of most of her energy. (her shield references the similar ability given to the player when their soul is turned green in battle)

siren’s trait is patience, her weapons are duel chakram, though hers are generally summoned to only have the blade on one side so she can keep hold of them. her ultimate completely fucks up the gravity around her, and it’s arguably the craziest shit you’ll ever see. arguably the strongest ultimate out of all the girls, too - she can manipulate the gravity around her to either focus completely on one point or leave that point completely, crushing or causing her target to float. she can make herself essentially 'fly’ by doing this, too. and with rus’ assistance the ability is incredibly destructive. (referencing the way in which the player’s soul is apparently affected by gravity when turned blue)

rus’ trait is perseverance, her weapon is a whip - there’s actually not much connection to the items associated with perseverance here i just think it’s cool & something she’d use. her ultimate is another support-type ability like ri’s; she can share her will to endure and keep going through touch. and there really isn’t much that’s going to get in the way of a human dead-set on surviving, no matter what cost. (not necessarily referencing a mechanic in game, but her whip is a small reference to the strings used when the player’s soul is turned purple)

zia’s trait is justice, her weapon is usually summoned as standard dual pistols, such as the gun associated with justice in-game. but she can also forgo that completely and just propell the energy outwards without the 'guns’ captain marvel style. her ultimate is one i like to call 'karma’. she can *CHECK her target, and see their LV. the more LV they have, the more damage her attacks will do, the more painful they will be. but, that’s actually not all. her actual ultimate allows her to 'steal’ the attacks of those the target has killed, subsequently using them against the person who killed them. a form of justice, if you will. (her ability to force out blasts of magic reference the shooting mechanic when the player’s soul is turned yellow)