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danganronpadedication · 2 months ago

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DAY 10: DANGANTOBER

Day 9: Favorite V3 Character (substitute for Clothing Swap)

Guys, I'm literally named 'Mod Tsumugi', I DON'T know what to tell you. It's pretty obvious, Tsumugi is my absolute favorite character from V3. I picked her to be my little persona on here for a reason. I think she's so fun and amazing. She stands out to me, which is ironic, given how often she calls herself 'plain'.

I have a confession to make, but out of all Danganronpa media, I think V3 is my least favorite. Yes, it's still good in my opinion. I love a lot of the characters, the new mechanics and minigames actually challenged me, and Tsumugi being the mastermind was a reveal that ACTUALLY shocked me fairly. But, it's also got it's weak points, such as its ending, and how it handles certain characters and cases.

I didn't expect to like Tsumugi as much as I did. I knew I would enjoy her, by this point in the series, I had very few characters I didn't like. I had already taken a liking to Shuichi, Kiibo, Miu, Tenko, and Angie, and Tsumugi was setting up to be no different. Her intro was already so sassy, with her saying that she was ignoring Kaede and Shuichi in hopes that they'd just leave her alone. She comes off as a major nerd, and like someone I'd want to be friends with IRL. Majority of my friends already act like her, ranting about their various different interests to me, and I started a Danganronpa fan blog.

Through the game, she's very unassuming. I pursued her free time events with both Kaede and Shuichi, and she did not disappoint. She immediately gets into a little argument with Kaede about the validity of her ultimate, since Kaede is sort of downplaying cosplay. They make up though, and come to a sweet consensus. I think Tsumugi and Kaede would bond over those compilations of various, fandom-related songs done on piano.

With Shuichi, Tsumugi immediately tries to suck him into the world of cosplay, and it's really nice seeing her nerd out over her craft, and getting to talk all about it with someone actually willing to go to cons and cosplay with her.

I refuse to talk about her Love Suite. Let me forget that exists, let me believe that every scene in game between her and Shuichi is just really fun and nice, and has nothing to do with whatEVER HAPPENED IN THAT LOVE SUITE-

Eh, it's not as bad as Korekiyo's. Unfortunately, I got Kiyo and Tsumugi's back to back, so I was not having a fun time.

Poor Shuichi's a victim.

I think some of the things surrounding Tsumugi are pretty contrived, such as the cospox thing. I know it was introduced so that the notion of Tsumugi impersonating anyone wasn't brought up again in any other case, but couldn't we have just explained it in a different way? Maybe she didn't have access to their closets, and even then, where would she get wigs? It'd be an easy thing to not resort to, just saying.

Through the game, she's there, she shoots off a funny quip or two, and she slays. Literally, poor Rantaro and Kaede.

I really like her as the mastermind. For the other masterminds (and I have a different definition of mastermind so there's more to me), I feel like they were made to be impossible to guess. Junko's supposed to be dead, Hajime's just as surprised as the rest of us, and the other applicable masterminds, like Monaca from UDG and Tengan from the anime are either obvious, or have no real bearing on the plot. Tsumugi's reveal as the mastermind is actually crazy to me.

She gets found out like so many culprits in Danganronpa do. One tiny slip-up. She says she went to the bathroom at the time of Rantaro's death, and Shuichi immediately clocks it, since he had earlier discovered a secret passageway to the hidden room in the library from the bathroom. From there, her defenses fall like a house of cards, and she's revealed as the mastermind. Tsumugi is the only mastermind who actively lies to your face about who she is, she pretends to be one of the group the entire time, so when she's shown to be evil, your jaw DROPS.

While I think the ending of V3 is weak, Tsumugi's the best part of it. She switches from a polite person, to someone who just eradiates sinister energy. When she's not switching between cosplays of beloved characters at lightning fast speeds, she's revealing bombshells left and right. This whole game is fictional, you're fictional, you're being watched right now by an audience who will be satisfied if you live or if you die, everything you've experienced has been carefully crafted, your memories are false, illnesses that took lives weren't real, your emotions were faked, etc. I think I'd have a mental breakdown if I was any of the V3 survivors.

She relishes in their despair like a true successor to the queen that is Junko Enoshima. The part that really gets me is when she manipulated Kiibo. Over the course of chapter 6, we slowly get more and more information that ultimately culminates into the reveal that Kiibo is a glorified camera, an audience insert. Built to only observe and be controlled by the fans watching outside. He starts freaking out, understandably so, and her response is to simply ERASE HIS ENTIRE PERSONALITY. Talk about disturbing, especially since I love Kiibo. Luckily, Kiibo's goated and manages to maintain enough control over himself to destroy the Academy and pave a way for the survivors to escape.

After losing, Tsumugi celebrates the fact that her plan was a flawless copy, even failing at the end, before dying like Junko. A 'cosplaycat criminal'. This even gives me, the upset viewer, hope that the events of the previous games actually happened in-universe.

After Hajime, Tsumugi feels the most like me IRL. She's nerdy, a little awkward, and self-deprecating with her "I'm so plain" comments, but she can also be witty, cunning, and incredibly intelligent. Without tooting my own horn, I think we're very similar people. That's why she was picked to be my persona on here as well. A nerdy blog for nerdy, Danganronpa things?

Tsumugi quite literally says "I've given my life to Danganronpa!" I've been stuck in this fandom since 2020, I'm just as big of a Danganronpa fan as Tsumugi. My Monokuma and Makoto plushie, Nagito Pop-Up Parade, and Kokichi keychain are staring at me as a write this. My Monokuma onesie is on the way.

The fact that she's also just a Danganronpa fangirl is wild, I know she's probably supposed to be representative of how obsessive the fandom had gotten at the time, but I mean, I'll rant with her <3

To end these off, I like to discuss certain points in-depth. I don't think Tsumugi was intended to be the mastermind, and if she was, I think she was merely written that way like everyone else. First of all, I think Angie was supposed to be the antagonist of the game, and Kokichi was supposed to be the mastermind. After chapter three, where Angie and Tenko die, that's when Kokichi really starts to step up as an antagonistic force. Before then, he was just a tad annoying, a bit of a nuisance, but nothing compared to Nagito and Byakuya. Angie was the one stirring up discussions in trials, and starting a straight-up cult in the Academy (which both Tsumugi and Kiibo were part of). Angie's death was unintended, only happening because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This might've messed up Team Danganronpa's plans, and they needed to scramble to fix it. Lacking an antagonist, they slotted Kokichi in that spot. That's why in chapter five, Kokichi talks about in-universe things like Junko and the Remnants of Despair. That's the remnants of the original script's plans sticking around. I don't think V3 was meant to be meta in the original plan for that season. Kokichi probably was supposed to be the leader of a new despair movement, and that stuck around when the script changed.

Once he was gone, they were in desperate need of a mastermind character. Now, you can believe Tsumugi did work for Team Danganronpa, after all, the audition tapes look like they could have been recorded in her lab, and she talks like she had a big part in the entire game. What gives me pause is her reaction right before she dies. She goes from being a Junko copy, relishing in everyone's despair and even in the despair of losing at the end, to looking disappointed and upset in her final moments.

She even looks a little confused. It's not a look of happiness, like Junko, and it's not fear or sadness or anything like that. It's just kind of annoyed. Like she doesn't know what's going on.

Also, I doubt this is what being fired looks like in Team Danganronpa.

I don't know, it's late where I am, but Tsumugi is definitely one of my favorite characters. There's more to her than meets the eye, she's very smart, and conniving. Despite V3's faults, she manages to make the game very interesting and exciting, especially in that final chapter.

I will never talk about the Love Suites unless someone sends asks about it lmao.

-Mod Tsumugi

#danganronpa #dangantober #v3 #danganronpa v3 #killing harmony #drv3 #danganronpa killing harmony #tsumugi shirogane

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sorchaivy · 2 years ago

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TL;DR - Sir Terry Pratchett continues to be an amazing presence in so many lives, and will do so for as long as his books (over 70 of them!) are read and loved. So pretty much as long as literate humanity continues to exist, I reckon.

I first wrote this on the morning that he passed away. It holds true eight years later.

~~~

Because I never can just say something simply, I have to go back and try again.

Which seems fitting. Since it was Sir Pterry (note spelling) who first introduced me to the concept of the "Draft 0". Draft 0 is pretty simple, he said. You just write. You write everything you could possibly need, and an awful lot you possibly won't, and then some more that you certainly won't. You write and write until it's all there on the page, your verbal block of marble.

And THEN you start carving out the piece, the story, the masterwork. Storycraft as sculpture. It's a metaphor that appeals to me.

He said that in a talk he gave at Melbourne University, which Mum took me to see back in, oh, would have been 2006, I think. That was the same talk where I heard the Best Cosplaying Story ever. Where he talked about going into the Outback, looking up at the stars, and realising that Orion was upside down, and what a giddy, marvellous, humbling moment that was. And where I discovered that he thought Sam Vimes was a better man than he was himself (I would respectfully disagree, but in fairness I only ever really met Sam).

Terry Pratchett has been a part of my life since Mum first handed me "Mort" at age 15 and said, "I think you might like this." (She was right.) He had a gift for saying a thing in a way that made it seem like it had always been obvious, and yet was completely revelatory at the same time.

His books helped me walk away from organised religion (and, ultimately, theism full stop). Helped me forge my own moral and ethical codes. Helped me enter the heady world of critical thinking. Helped me find humour and gentle amusement in the foibles and oddities of this weird species we belong to (don't get me wrong, I still get furious at deliberate ignorance, bigotry and cruelty; but simple mistakes and errors don't infuriate me as much as they did before I encountered his affection for the stupidity of people). Helped me when Mum died. Helped me when things seemed to fall apart, and when things seemed to be going so impossibly right that I was waiting for the other shoe (not Reg).

Sir Terry once wrote that a person's life isn't truly ended until the last ripples of their life dies away. Until the clock they wound winds down. Until the words they spoke no longer echo. Until the worlds they wrote no longer spin. Until the Turtle no longer moves.

My sister called to see if I was okay. She said, "He never meant as much to me, but for you, it's like you've lost 1,000 friends all at once."

And I smiled. I honestly did. Right there on the tram. Because you know what? I haven't. They're all still there, in the books on my shelves, in the places in my head, in my bones. And a little piece of him is in every single one. I haven't lost anything, not truly.

His family. His friends. The people who had the privilege (and, possibly, frustration) of knowing him, the man behind the words, the humanest human, who talked and laughed and swore and wept and breathed and ate and shat and slept and snored and sneezed and all the little things that will suddenly mean so much. Because now he is not doing any of them.

Those are the people my heart breaks for now. Not myself. Not those of us who were touched by the works but not the man. We still get to hold him and his memory, and we haven't lost anything at all, not truly. But they have. So spare a moment's thought for the ripple that is a tidal wave passing through their lives right now.

And I hope that, in time, they too can draw comfort from the knowledge that the ripples are still going. That they may never stop.

The Turtle Still Moves.

Vale Sir Pterry. You aten't dead. Not to me.

#gnu sir terry pratchett #truly one of the humanest humans #he really did embody the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape #and he was an excellent Pan narrans

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dreamerwriternstargazer · 5 months ago

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Okay so my friend has been informed

Now for the full story leading up to this

So I was invited to this old country house for a wedding shower I think? Or it was mine…? No, I was a bridesmaid

And my best friend and I were having a bit of a laugh like 10 and Donna in the Unicorn and the Wasp episode 😂

Welp

There was a murder or some sort of crime and this bit is where it gets fuzzy, but I’m pretty sure someone was using time technology to commit it because the guests got split into two dimensions, two versions of the same house. My best friend got trapped as a wood carving/painting on the trunk of a tree which was very funny seeing them animated like a shadow puppet XD

*bickering between Star and bestie about magic and fairytales ensues*

“no magic can’t exist”

“ *pfffft* Star listen just because magic is haraam doesn’t mean it can’t exist in fact I thought that confirms it exists 😌”

“No, it can’t exist because we’re in an Agatha Christie/sci fi story and that would be a dumb genre shift and kind of nonsensical”

Anyway we free the guests from the other dimension I think I manage to free my friend from the tree, all a bit blurry, but we still don’t know who did all of it. At the same time the bridal girls are getting dress fittings with this old Italian tailor who lives at this country house, so I have to go get a dress fitting. I have a bit of a girly princess moment because it turns out he makes these intricate versions of Disney Princess cosplays and I’m elated to see the Princess Ana outfit from the first movie (always found it quite cute, her winter outfit) and I try it on

The guy is this grumpy little old man sat on a chair in front of a mirror dresser sewing something small, with measuring tape around his neck and round small spectacles on. I ask him tentatively if I can have the dress because it’s so cute but apparently he’s quite touchy about giving his masterpieces away.

He looks up at me, mutters in Italian and grunts in approval, before looking back down at his work. I’m so happy I squeal and give him a big hug. I decide to stay for a bit to tidy the dress room and my friends have all gotten fitted, then I get to thinking and I realise as I’m tidying up that the clues I was searching for were held in this old man’s hand. I talk casually to him about living here, turns out his family left a long time ago but he kept his tailoring business here. He’s impossibly old, like literally impossible.

And very sad. He has sad eyes. He stares down at his work, sewing… is that electric thread? He’s got some sort of impossible electronic lace in his hands.

A part of a net. Time technology, a fishing net to scoop someone out of one dimension and put them in another

And my friend… the woodcarving on the tree.. it was like they were sewn into it

Why would someone do those things except if…. They were very lonely and wanted the joy and laughter and chatter of guests to stay for good?

Magic, technology, I don’t know how my brain filled in the gaps but I know it was him, and I knew he was lonely. The murder of course wasn’t, part of the bridal party someone stupid and petty (inevitably one of my own family and I think I figured it out by the end of the dream), but the house and its tricks certainly were him.

How old is this man, I wondered. How lonely? He mentioned a granddaughter who died, how long ago was that?

I ended up telling him gently that I think he’d better hire more people, because I intend to bring lots of business to his little tailoring shop. He stopped working for a second and just nodded, his eyes glistening, and I added that he should expect me to be around too as I would like to learn from such a brilliant dressmaker.

I left the dressing room but I felt very cheerful, and ended up solving the rest of the mystery with my best friend who was *not* a tree anymore…. I think.

*wakes up all bleary eyed*

That wasn’t a sleep

That was a coma

And one with some very fun trippy dreams

Murder mystery and an Italian wedding dress tailor and my best friend turned into a print on a tree as they try to help me solve the mystery

I have to go tell my friend about her bit in the dream as well though it was interesting

#star dreams #star speaks

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moemammon · 4 years ago

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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randomshenaniganery · 3 years ago

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If I got placed in Obey Me! Shall We Date

Me: I always knew I was going to hell

M: To all the fuckers that said I’m going to hell I’m already here and I’m coming back bitches * puts on mammon’s shades *

M: That’s hella nuts

M: I’d say thank God but I don’t think this can apply to this situation

M: I was going to say I’m going to hell for this but what do you know

M: Do my sins count if I’m already in hell?

M: Not today Satan! * throws down a bottle of holy water and runs *

M: What are you going to do kill me? I already died once try me bitch

M: Hey man don’t piss off lucifer we don’t want another Satan

M: I mean if humans knew that you guys are demons and you exist there’s going to be an overpopulation problem in here just saying

M: I’m not saying Diavolo is a DILF BUT-

M: Barbatos tell me the truth is your torture chamber for u or not because the fandom can’t decide if you are a sadist or a masochist but also WHY DO YOU LIKE BEING IGNORED?????

M: Polygamy is dating lucifer who’s dating Diavolo

M: * every time I receive a gift from Diavolo * Daddy who?

M: I’m already in hell I have nothing to lose come at me bitch

M: ohhh teaaaa-no Barbatos I did not mean actual tea-

M: HOW DARE YOU LEVI MONIKA IS BEST GIRL-

M: I want Lotan

M: Beel is my emotional support huggable bear

M: Beel no matter what anyone tells you, you are an angel

M: Look me in the eyes and tell me Asmo and Solomon haven’t fucked. LOOK ME IN THE EYES-

M: I’m going to kill god and chop him up to little pieces and feed him to my starving child *gestures to Beel * (this is a line from starkid)

M: Simeon how do I make a formal complaint to God about human existence?

M: Belphie you literally chose a dumbass reason to hate humanity, there are so many good ones to choose from

M: I’m not saying humanity is worse than demons but like ya know * gestures vaguely that humanity is definitely worse than demons *

M: Lucifer please cosplay for me and Levi

M: Mammon I choose you!

M: If a demon tries to attack me I have the right to shove bleach down their throat right? It won’t KILL them but it would definitely be painful. But also can I keep their skull-

M: Dear Daddy Lord Diavolo the next time you get an exchange student please send a letter because I would have come here willingly anyway

M: Solomon you have to reenact this Greatest Showman scene with me or I will feel utterly betrayed

M: Jesus FUckinG Christ-stop making that face Luke

M: I like how you guys summoned me it’s like I’m the demon and yes I am I’m here to make six months of your eternal lives miserable

M: Top, bottom, bottom, top, switch, switch, switch

M: The only reason why I’m mad at you Belphie is because you killed me for a stupid reason like come on man kill me because you ACTUALLY hate me ya know??

M: I totally would dissect demons if given the opportunity ya know for science

M: Levi you’re not ugly or misshapen it’s just that your brothers have given you impossibly high standards

M: Mammon u fucking sub

M: technically that’s not your brother that’s your nephew

M: Asmo are you sure you’re not the avatar of pride because that’s a hella lot of vanity you have there

M: who the fuck named Devildom

M: so... theoretically how would one go about to wake up the demon king-what?? I said theoretically!

M: Purgatory was created by Dante because of his fanfiction

M: God’s existence is the validation of millions of people’s pain and suffering just sayin’

M: Well fuck man I’m atheist I don’t know how to react to being summoned by demons

M: Solomon if you don’t have a spell that helps me get rid of mosquitoes that goes near then what’s the fucking point

M: Hell is dark like my soul

M: You guys just went with the fucking aesthetic with these buildings huh

M: So wanna bet who’s the top with Diavolo and Lucifer-oh fuck pleasenohavemercy

M: Hi Beel I’m going to jump down please catch me

M: Beel is the only one that I give permission to eat me but eating me out is an entirely different conversation just sayin’

M: Belphie I challenge you to a lazy contest

M: Levi please buy a Rimuru plushie for me onegaishimasu

M: I’m trying to out weeb Levi but he’s such a gatekeeper

M: I hope to God that none of you will ever discover my reddit and youtube history

M: Simeon did you write the future or were you writing fanfiction about the brothers-

M: Luke hating demons is racist

M: God saw the demon race and decided to be creative in the weirdest ways Levi just what even are you wearing

M: Asmo I hate to say this but Mammon out sluts you in his demon form

M: The only thing I’d marry is a dragon-Dia no

M: Beel I love you like a mother because none of you have ever had a motherly figure and I doubt your emotional maturity sometimes.

M: I’m not in the anti-lucifer group I’m in the anti-everybody

M: Sebastian michaelis nooooooooo

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emf1947 · 3 years ago

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If you are writing this month

And if for reasons best known only to yourself and God you have decided to set your work in the early part of the 20th century, say the 1920′s to 1940′s, let me as a reader with a large vocabulary tip you off to some common mistakes I have seen writers make by using words that just don’t belong.

Why does it matter, you may ask? From a reader’s point of view, the best stories are the ones you feel immersed in; that are described with the words, “I couldn’t put it down.” I assume these are the best from a writer’s point of view, too, because they sell.

OTOH, there is a whole genre that I call cosplay cozies in which 21st century characters with 21st century vocabularies and manners are dressed up in early 20th century costumes, maybe given an antique car and otherwise are left to use their 21st century language, mores and manners as they blunder about. It makes it very hard for the reader to stay in the story when a Scotland Yard Inspector in what we are told is the year 1924 uses the word “database”, a word that won’t be invented for another 4 decades because the concept itself won’t exist until the computer age.

So here are some errors that I have seen in published works to avoid if you want your characters to sound authentic:

Words that did not exist until 1960’s or later:

“Mini” for “miniature”. Use “miniature”.

“Gender” except in reference to language or obscure medical/scientific references. Use “sex”. “Gender” took over from “sex” in the 1970′s.

“Media” for news media. The word was mostly used for art media (oils, water colors, pen and ink, etc.) While the word “multi-media” was invented by advertisers in the USA in the mid-1920′s, it wasn’t used by the public at large or what we now call the news media itself until decades later. Use “press”, “journalism” or “news/newspapers”.

“High-profile” (or “low-profile”). Use “prominent” or “well-known” for “high-profile”.

“Scam”. Merriam-Webster gives the earliest known date for this word as 1963. Use “swindle” or “fraud”.

“Database”. (I know, strange I should even have to say this.) First use circa 1962 according to Merriam-Webster. Use “registry” if kept as a set of official government records, “archive”, or “library”.

“Impact” used as a verb. That began in the late 1970’s or early 80’s. In the first part of the 20th century, purists were still fighting against the use of “contact” as a verb.

OTOH, “party”, to my surprise, began being used as a verb in the 1890’s. You can have all your Bright Young Things party until dawn.

Also: Don’t have characters use question words at the ends of a sentence, example: “And I would do that why?” That’s a really late 20th century construction. Even “And why would I do that?” as opposed to “Why do you think I should do that?” or “Why should I do that?” sounds a little too modern, although it’s not impossible someone would have said it.

Words that existed, but were used mostly in the literal, not figurative sense:

“Diva” Obviously it was an opera term, but for saying that a woman was being difficult and attention seeking, you would more likely have used “prima donna”, also an opera term. OTOH, “diva” wouldn’t be completely wrong.

Same with “drama”. If you were using it to imply someone was being unduly emotional and stagy, you were more likely to have used “melodrama” or “melodramatic.” Again, not wrong, but if you want the real period feel, use “melodrama”.

#nanowrimo #writing advice

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carryonsimoncarryonbaz · 5 years ago

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Gift Fic!!

A very happy birthday to my dear @vkelleyart !! A little something to brighten your day and hopefully make you laugh!

I’ve Been Everywhere

Shepard

I don’t think I would have given them a second look if it wasn’t for the wings.

You see a lot of unusual cosplay at Ren Faires. You see a lot of cleavage too, but I’m not going to complain about that.

Some of the cosplay is amateur, homemade, but still in the mood of the whole thing, you know? And some of it is expert level, seriously slick.

Those wings were something else. Those wings were magic.

It’s hard to spot Speakers. They blend in, glamour the obvious, layer on the mundanity, making it nearly impossible to catch even a glimmer of the magic they hold. They go out of their way to do it, to mask the magic.

Not these three. At least not in the usual way.

Granted they looked pretty run-of-the-mill at first sight—a chubby, Middle-eastern looking girl in something like anime cosplay, what with that school uniform look. The tall, dark-haired guy with the Anne Rice, modern vamp vibe. My eyes almost slid over the stocky dude with them–he was just so ordinary looking .

Until those wings popped.

Maybe that should have been my clue. The ordinary. But it didn’t feel like the way Speakers usually mask it.

Because once I took a good look at them, they were practically leaking magic everywhere. Like they failed a Subtlety of Magic class or something. Do they have classes for Speakers? Like schools where they learn to control the magic and filter it, to hide it in plain sight?

I wonder. I’ve never heard about anything like that on the message boards.

These guys would obviously be dropouts, if they actually do have schools like that. They could use a semester of Remedial Magical Skills 101 or whatever they’d call it.

Those wings got my attention. They looked so real, even from a distance. Fluid. Not like the mechanical stuff I’ve seen before. And there was that weird thrum in the air when they popped out.

I mean, I’m not saying I can sense Speakers or anything, but there’s definitely been a change since the whole demon incident. Like I crossed a threshold or something, with magical beings? Like a veil was lifted, maybe.

I can spot them a lot better. Most of the time.

These three though. They didn’t look like much at first glance but they may as well have had SPEAKERS tattooed on their foreheads, the way they were acting. As if I could stay away from that.

I don’t know what was up with all that nonsense they were doing at the Faire. Wands out in the open. Magical words flying. Poorly, at that.

They really must be dropouts or complete dumb-asses or have gone rogue or something. No magicians would ever risk being so blatantly obvious with their magic.

I mean, I’ve followed other Speakers before and I’ve never seen a hint of a wand or heard a whisper of a spell cast out loud. I’ve read up on it—on the web, on the message boards, heard from other people who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the magic workers doing their thing.

I’ve managed a few words with one or two myself.

But they’re evasive, secretive. They don’t talk about magic, they don’t even admit they’re magic. And they most certainly don’t go around sprouting functional dragon wings, decapitating fellow vampires with funky spells and using wands in public.

I’d be surprised if these three aren’t on some delinquent wanted list.

I trailed them when they left the Faire. For a whole mess of reasons.

They’re intriguing, for one. I’ve always wanted to know more about Speakers. These guys, they’re so out of control, so careless with it. I thought maybe this was finally my chance. My chance to get in with Speakers, find out what I can about them. Research, you know?

They’re nothing like the ones I’ve read about, the ones I’ve sweet-talked into spending a bit of time with me.

A witch-girl who decapitates first, asks questions later.

Berserker fly-boy.

And then that magical vampire. That’s a new one. A vampire with a wand. Who kills other vampires. I’d have said they were some sort of elite, covert, vampire infiltration squad, what with the decapitation and dusting they unleashed a few hours ago on the local Dracula crowd.

If they weren’t so completely inept at the covert part of that equation.

Maybe they’ve got something to do with the Next Blood.

Not that I got a chance to ask. They bugged out of there before I could get close enough to start chatting, introduce myself, get a conversation going.

They probably wouldn’t have given me the time of day, being magicians. Even though I helped that homely Edward Cullen wannabe with his spell. He’d have been dusted if I hadn’t.

I get why he chose to stick with the vampire cosplay. I mean, I can see it. Camouflage yourself in plain sight. It makes sense. Puts people off your trail.

He’s pale. And he’s got a widow’s peak.

But still. The circles under his eyes kind of detract from the look. And that crooked nose. It’s kind of the first thing you notice—it really takes over his face, like he’s all nose. Overly groomed eyebrows, far too heavy with the foundation, and then that honker. Yeah. He’s no Edward Cullen, that’s for sure.

I can’t believe they’re driving right into a Quiet Zone. You’d think they’d know what a bad idea that is. But then again, these three seem mighty clueless for magicians. Or vampires. Or harpy hybrids. Whatever they are.

It was quick thinking by Edward (I’m just going to call him Edward, it’s easier) to act like it was all a show. That might work for run-of-the-mill Normals. But anyone like me—or a demon in disguise, any Maybe really–wouldn’t be fooled.

Not with them spilling magic like that. I’ve never seen anything like it. Spells, magic fire, the dude bro guy literally flying. (I’m going to call him Kevin, it’s easier.)

It was unreal.

I flash the brights. I don’t know how to get these idiots to pull over. If they’re driving right at it, they’ve got no clue what trouble they’re getting themselves into.

I flash the brights again. The Mustang just speeds up.

Mustangs aren’t made for late night drag races on gravel. I try to stay close behind. They come back onto the main road just before the Henge.

Well, that’s it. Just crossed into the Quiet Zone.

I speed up.

The Mustang practically does a donut as it turns into the parking lot. No idea how to drive either. They need more than some friendly advice–they need a handler. Like a chaperone or something.

I pull up in front of them. Cut the engine and the lights. Get out.

“Hi.”

They don’t trust me but at least they let me get them out of that mess with Jeff Arnold. Never a good idea to cross Jeff or any of his posse.

And I was right about this crew. They are careless. The girl–Penny–she just magicked her way in here, into this hotel room, without a care in the world. Then she cast half a dozen spells on the other two. Simon and Baz. (I’ll have to stop calling them Kevin and Edward in my head.)

Spell after spell, to try to get the skunk funk off. It’s not as bad as it was, I’ll say that. Not as good as it would have been if we’d had tomato soup, but I doubt there’s a spell for bringing bathtubs of soup into existence.

She just cast them all in front of me, like I didn’t even exist. I expect they’re going to try something on me. I wouldn’t put it past them. They’re not masking their distrust, I can tell you that. Not the first time I’ve dealt with that and I’m sure not the last. I’m used to it by now.

These three don’t seem to be following any set playbook, just reacting to situations as they come up. I suppose you could call it resourceful and bold, but that doesn’t fly with the local Maybes or the resident Speakers.

Not the way it’s supposed to be done. There’ll be a reckoning if they don’t watch out.

That’s where I come in, if I can smooth talk them well enough to get past their defenses. Penny’s fierce, I’ll give her that. Put a proverbial knife to my throat while I was driving the getaway car. I don’t know if that’s sheer bravado or stupid desperation. Probably both.

I should be able to bring her around. If she ever lets me get to talking, that is.

They all look like hell. Grubby, exhausted, the faint aroma of skunk still clinging to them.

I’m right about Baz though. He’s a vampire, no question. Took a chestful of shotgun pellets and lived to tell. I don’t know if lived is necessarily the right word.

Survived might be more accurate. I know people call them the undead but I didn’t really believe it until I got up close and personal with this guy. Scrawnier than the Twilight vamps and a lot less sparkly, for one. Almost as fast though, when he was running alongside the truck.

But there’s a weird innocence to him. I don’t know if that’s the right word.

I mean, he’s fierce too. Cold as ice, grimly menacing. Certainly not afraid to play with fire, which seems a bit risky to me, considering.

No qualms about incinerating his own kind, that’s for sure.

I’ve seen vampires before, from a distance. Like the ones at the Faire. They’re pale and arrogant, powerful and vicious.

None of them ever looked quite this lost.

He and Penny collapsed on the bed by the window almost as soon as we got in the room. I hadn’t pegged them as a pair, but it works, I guess, if you squint.

Opposites attract, so they say.

And they are opposites, at least in looks. He’s tall and lanky, pale as the moon, all sharp edges. She’s short and round, warm brown skin, warm brown eyes. At least they’re warm when she’s looking at the two of them. They’re blazing and accusatory when they’re on me, that’s for sure.

Still, they’re nice eyes.

Edward’s—I mean Baz’s—nose is even more noticeable up close. It’s like they fitted him with the wrong size? Like it was made for a much larger person. Someone with a broader face. And it’s too high, like it needs to be shoved down a half inch. That’d probably make the proportions even worse, what with that wide mouth of his.

Was his mouth always that way, I wonder? Or did it get bigger because of the fangs?

I have so many questions.

Doesn’t look like I’m getting any answers tonight. Penny and Baz fall asleep in minutes, not even bothering to get under the covers.

So it’s just me and Winged Victory over here. He’s got his back to the door, like some threatening sphinx guarding the exit.

The sphinx I ran into last March was far more attractive.

I can’t tell if Simon’s got freckles in his acne scars or scars on his freckles. In any event he’s got literal craters on his face. And so many freckles. Big ones, small ones, clusters of them.

It’s like some pint-sized Jackson Pollock shook a paint-laden brush at him. Repeatedly.

I don’t know what to make of him. He was like some Biblical avenging angel, wielding cosplay swords like they were the real thing this afternoon. Staking vampires like it’s his literal job.

I don’t know. Maybe it is.

Simon’s got a scar that runs down across his left eyebrow. Splits it in two, with a little bare patch in the middle. His arms are crossed over his chest at the moment. He’s got scars all over them too--wide, silvery scars. Thin pale ones. Puckered gouges that look like they were left by claws.

He’s glaring at me, but I’m used to that from Maybes. At least until they get to know me.

I just smile back.

read it at ao3

#carry on #wayward son #shepard #baz pitch #simon snow #penelope bunce #happy birthday venessa #idea from rainbows tweet about simon describing Baz and attraction being SUBJECTIVE #shepard from omaha #my writing #my fic #crack fic

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now i want to hear your distinct rants on all those religions, but especially taoism, vudun, and norse paganism

Norse paganism is Super Problematic: human sacrifice! nothing wrong with pillaging from Constantinople to Ireland and back! slavery entirely condoned! Plus a mythology so depressing that the whole religion was abandoned en masse almost as soon as missionaries showed up and promised the existence of a loving god and a world that wasn’t going to abruptly end one day because all the gods were going to get eaten by a wolf.

Side rant: deeply spiritual reconstructions of pagan religion usually miss the fact that historically rites and rituals in polytheistic traditions (including Norse, Roman, Celtic, and Greek traditions) were all about a purely transactional relationship between gods and men; you sacrificed to Odin not because he was a Jungian archetype of the human spirit, but because if you did your raiding expedition would be successful. If your “paganism” 1) doesn’t literally believe in the existence of the gods, and 2) doesn’t treat them as a supernatural vending machine (Insert Entrails, Receive Blessing and/or Curse), I’m pretty sure what you’ve got is a cosplay situation that takes itself too seriously.

(unless you’re up front about the fact that recovering the exact mindset and traditions of the past is impossible, and any attempt to do so will always have to confront the fact that you cannot entirely forsake the material and social conditions that inevitably color how you view the metaphysical, in which case, respect)

Taoism is a political philosophy that got eaten by supernatural speculation; but even the core political philosophy was... not very good. It was, essentially, a kind of primitivist authoritarianism, that saw the best way to ensure prosperity and prevent war was to fragment society into tiny states that barely needed any kind of leadership, to keep people tied to the land and ignorant of their surroundings, and to eschew learning and scholarship. While it can be seen as a reasonable reaction for the time against the turmoil of the period in which it was written, at least the Mohists were capable of direct action (many became siege engineers, on the principle that helping cities defend themselves discouraged wars of conquest!). And the existence of the Mohists, like the existence of the Carvaka school of Indian philosophy, kiiiinda disproves that “well, they did the best they could for the time in which they lived.” Empiricism and rationalism did well enough in the last millennium BCE that we still know the names of major philosophical schools and philosophers that led them; they just weren’t expedient to authority, and so other schools, like Legalism and Confucianism, were preferred.

So Taoism sucks on its own merits, and on purely instrumental ones. Plus, in the form it persisted--with extremely hit-or-miss-or-downright-dangerous medical and alchemical speculation bolted on to it, full of supernaturalism--I think it’s fair to say that it has probably caused more harm than good in the millennia since. The best you can say about alternative medicine out of the Taoist school is that the placebo effect is a thing, I guess; but considering there is an entire Wikipedia page devoted to how Chinese alchemists have poisoned themselves to death, and that Taoist alchemists had to come up with a variety of excuses to explain how their immortality elixirs were supposed to work when the alchemist in question was lying dead on the floor, I am gonna say tentatively that the harms outweigh the benefits here.

Vodoun and its new world relatives does not seem especially worse than your bog-standard traditional oracular mysticism-cum-supernaturalism, but it also doesn’t seem any better.

Also AFAICT (I welcome correct on this point) every religion in this ask and in the other one fails the basic test of “is slavery OK” and “is homosexuality OK”, except for maybe Taoism and homosexuality. Though some obviously fail these tests harder than others. Special mention to Norse Paganism, which--as much as I love the ancient Norse--is just terrible.

#and by 'fails the basic test of'#i mean slavery or its equivalent by another name has been endemic #where this religion has been practiced #and the general opinion of this religion #has been anti-homosexuality in the recent past #injygo

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13eyond13 · 5 years ago

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Has it ever been explained in AN how B could impersonate L if they never met? (Also idk if I'm stupid or forgot, but why did he even do that in the first place...?)

Not really! It’s very hard to figure out things in a logical way in the LABB book because of how the narrative is structured. It's definitely not a good example of unreliable narration; I would say the confusion is mostly just plot holes, and should have been dealt with by the editor before it was published. It’s narrated by Mello, who claims that L told him about how the case happened, and that he’s relaying the events of the case that L explained to him. But it’s also mostly written from Naomi’s point of view, and it contains a bunch of stuff that L wouldn’t have known about, and also scenes of Beyond Birthday and things about his past that nobody but B would’ve known about. Mello doesn’t seem to have ever met Naomi nor Beyond, and L was only involved in the case over the phone from a very distant standpoint. So it doesn’t make sense that Mello or L would know this stuff about Naomi or B. It never explains how B knew what L might have looked like or acted like, either.

In his narration Mello claims that L and Beyond had never met in person, and that Beyond was probably trying to: (1) taunt L and anger him, (2) challenge and defeat him by creating an unsolvable case, and (3) impersonate L while solving his own case because he was messed up from his successor training, and he thought he had to literally erase his own identity and become L in order to be like L? Something like that. It also said that maybe B was just curious about L’s real name and lifespan and wanted to finally meet him in person to see it for himself.

It’s also very confusing what Wammy’s House actually knew about B and his real name/identity/eye powers and everything, and I know that certain things are contradictory between the Japanese text and the English translation and such.

It’s almost impossible to get a fully clear version of any of it, so fans mostly just do their own thing for this stuff when writing fanfiction about it. For example, you could see these inconsistencies as existing because: (1) Mello isn’t great at writing or Mello is making stuff up, (2) L was lying about stuff to Mello or hiding the fact that he really DID meet Beyond, (3) Beyond actually never met L, and he was just basing his L cosplay off the rumours he had heard about him… etc. I don’t see too many people getting too nitpicky about it in the fandom. Most people just recreate B’s character and past and relationship with L to be whatever they want.

#death note #beyond birthday #l lawliet #naomi #mello #ask #meta #p #trueffelmaiden

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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778.

What's one thing you have never done? >> I’ve never gone on a cruise.

Why? Is this something you would try in the future if you had the chance? >> I mean, because I can’t afford trips like that. But yeah, I wouldn’t mind going on one if I had the opportunity.

What is one trend you wish you have been a part of? >> ---

Or do you think that following trends is stupid? >> No, I don’t think following trends is stupid. I’m just not interested in any of the ones going around, and I generally prefer to just do my own thing.

Do you enjoy reading fanfictions? About who? Or do you write fanfictions, too? >> I enjoy reading fanfiction about a variety of things, although I don’t read a lot of it because I just don’t have time/energy for it. I used to write fanfiction quite often, but now it’s a rarer occasion. I mostly just make informal posts about my characters and headcanons nowadays and hope one day I’ll get enough material for a full fic.

What is something you own that you wish was in your favorite color? >> I can’t really think of anything. It’s more a colour I prefer as an accent, anyway.

^ What is your favorite color anyway? >> Gold.

What grade will you be in next school year? Or have you graduated? If so, do you plan on going to college right away? If not, what do you plan to do then? >> ---

Is there someone from your past that you wish you had dated? >> No.

Can you snap with both your hands? If not, which hand can you snap with? >> I can snap with both hands.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how tolerant are you when it comes to gory movies? >> 10, I guess. I’m very tolerant of gore (although that doesn’t mean I don’t get annoyed by it when it’s just excessively gratuitous and doesn’t add anything at all to the scene).

What internet browser do you use? >> Firefox.

What is your opinion on Ke$ha? Do you listen to her? Or do you think her songs are catchy but uses too much auto-tune? >> I don’t think I’ve ever heard a Ke$ha song. I know one of my mutuals likes her, and the times when he posts about her is the only time I really even remember she exists.

^ Do you consider that talent at all? >> Do I consider auto-tune to be talent? Well, putting aside the fact that I think “talent” is a weird myth and “skill” is more appropriate when it comes to talking about these things... I don’t really know how auto-tune works, and whether one needs to be at least baseline-skilled in holding a tune first or whether the machine can hide even the greatest of singing sins. I just don’t know anything about auto-tune.

Do you like cosplays? >> I do like cosplays.

If you were to participate in one, what/who would you dress up as? >> Can Calah.

Do you sometimes answer surveys with "Idk"/"Idr" because you're too lazy? >> I answer with idk/idr because I literally don’t know or remember.

Are you usually open to trying a new food that you aren't familiar with? >> Yeah.

Have you ever tYpEd tHiS wAy (Be honest!)? If so, tell me the first time you got into it: >> No, I’ve never typed that way.

Have you ever acted like a bitch and used PMS as an excuse? >> No.

Do you know someone who brushes their teeth in the shower all the time? >> I mean, maybe? I imagine a lot of people do that, it makes a certain kind of sense. Also, it’s good for executive dysfunction, because it consolidates steps.

Have you ever tried doing that? Did you like it? Why or why not? >> I’ve never tried doing it because I have my own routine for that sort of thing and I’d hate to break it.

Do you like countdown surveys? Or are you like me who suck at them? >> I don’t take them.

Have you ever had to perform a monologue before? >> No.

Have you ever helped/taught someone older than you how to use email before? >> Not email, but the internet.

Speaking of which, are you patient when it comes to instructing others? >> Sure. If I wasn’t patient, I wouldn’t want to instruct anyone -- it’s not helpful and just adds unneeded stress for the learner.

Do you ever worry about people finding your layout annoying? >> No, because it’s too basic to be annoying. As much as I like pretty things, most of the time when people make “pretty” tumblr layouts they’re always fucking impossible to actually use.

What is the stupidest bandwagon you've ever jumped in to? >> ---

Do you listen to Panic At The Disco? If so, how do you feel about Ryan and Jon leaving the band? >> Panic! at the Disco is a band I listen to, yeah, but I don’t know a single thing about the actual people in the band.

When someone's being rude to you, how do you usually respond? >> I mean, I face actual rudeness so infrequently that I don’t think I have a usual response. I’d probably be so taken aback that I wouldn’t even know how to react.

Do you like kids? Why or why not? >> Sure, most of the time. Because.... like, they’re people? I like people, generally. I also dislike some people, and so equally I dislike some children.

Do you not mind having dogtears on your books or do you prefer using bookmarks? If so, how many bookmarks do you have? >> I don’t mind dog-earing books. I don’t mind doing anything to books, it’s just paper and ink. I do not worship paper and ink.

What is your biggest pet peeve? >> Well, since we’re on the subject of books, people acting like reading ebooks or listening to audiobooks isn’t “””real””” reading -- is a pet peeve of mine. Also when people are just superior about being “a reader” in general, like. I don’t know when books/reading became such a status symbol (probably loooong before I was born), but I really don’t care for it.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years ago

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peachdoxie replied to your post “somewhere in my childhood family household late at night…. dad: you...”

monoinstrumentalists are just so frustrating, aren't they

(anyway I know it's because you're a huge NERD and your family wouldn't be able to handle your NERDINESS because there's so much of it)

I know we’re goofing around and it’s cracking me up, but I thought it’d be interesting to discuss how what you said is true. While I live in a musical enough family, I’m the only actively multi-instrumental player. There is a different culture and priority to them as single instrument players, versus me, a multi-instrumentalist.

For most of my family (even the casual players), the concept of purchasing and picking up a musical instrument is consistency and proficiency. I also want that. But I don’t “come across” that way with my musical activities; I may look flighty, undedicated, as I “bounce” seemingly from one instrument to another.

It can look like I’m picking up and dropping instruments (What became of that clarinet I took lessons for for four months, but haven’t performed on since high school?). Or, it can look like I’m never developing any performable skill in them (despite playing viola for nearly ten years, I still sound scratchy, and the only reason I performed on it in college is because the orchestra accepted ANYBODY who signed up). Or, it can look like I’m buying instruments simply to have more instruments (the first question my mom asked when I went to buy the ukulele was whether or not I’d play it). Like an amnesiac crow attracted to pretty trinkets, they might see me as getting excited about The Latest Thing and then forgetting about it a year later.

But see: that’s not what I’m investing in. Here’s how I actively work through playing multiple instruments:

Some instruments are more casual and some are more serious. I did get good enough at flute to be first chair in All-State Orchestra my senior year of high school. I continued playing flute in bands through the end of my Master’s degree. Hell, I played keys and flute in praise band for church this last month! While I’m not in a classical ensemble now, it’s not impossible to expect I could rejoin a community ensemble, or if I had some extra disposable income, return to private lessons.

The banjo, by the way, is my First Very Serious Musical Instrument Acquisition since I started playing viola almost ten years ago!!! I’m actively looking up ways I can get private lessons for this baby and Git GUD! I’m so excited. So this banjo investment is literally as serious as I can get.

Other instruments are never intended to be performance instruments, and when I nab them, I know that. I will invest my best time and attention to performance instruments that I want to be proficient/skilled in. But that doesn’t mean I neglect my “more casual” instruments. There are MANY ways in which all my instruments receive a lot of love.

First: I received my degree in Music Composition for a reason. The purpose of a Music Composer is to compose music, not be a hired performer. And the more instruments I have hands-on knowledge and experience with, the better I can compose for more instruments!

One point five: It is a VERY VERY fascinating experience to learn about all instruments out there. Whether or not I become amazing on them, I learn and experience so much by having on hand diverse music-making machines. It’s a world of difference between reading about an instrument and playing it. I gain endless enrichment by learning how these babies work. Sometimes I’m learning more about how an instrument ticks than how to be amazing on said instrument. You could say part of my music hobby is “learning how ALL music is played and performed”!

Second: Most paid music composition gigs I have are not for live performances. I’m contracted to produce tracks combining MIDI (computer synthesized music) and audio (recordings of real instruments being played). In general, if I can get good sound, audio is more appealing, expressive, and impressive than MIDI. Because I do not have the budget, time, and network to hire other people to perform my music, I can get more live instruments into my compositions by playing more instruments myself. My lack of professional performance-level skill can be worked around by how easy I make the part, how I splice audio files, how I mix the parts, etc. Ergo, it is always a net benefit when I have another instrument to my disposal, which goes back into the degree I went to school for, and comes out in every audio track I create.

Third: It’s fun. If I can fiddle around on an ocarina, it’s fun!!!!!!! If I can play HTTYD tunes on pennywhistle cosplaying Hiccup, it’s fun!!!!!

It’s true that, on occasion, some instruments are more keepsakes than playthings. But that’s rare, and I DO play all my instruments and don’t drop anyone. In general, the only time I get an instrument “to get an instrument” is because I have a souvenir tradition: every time I leave the country, I get myself a dictionary for an appropriate local language (to celebrate my Linguist side) and I get myself an instrument (to celebrate my Composer side). Thus far, I’ve only exercised this tradition on two trips. Getting meaningful, special souvenirs that I also might use for decades to come (even if rarely) is valid, yes?

Last, I want to point out that the majority of my musical instrument acquisitions have been dirt cheap. I think my first pennywhistle cost $3, I got it my junior year of high school, and I still play it. My recorder and two other pennywhistles were an unexpected gift from a high school teacher. I found a didgeridoo in Goodwill for $15 last year. Literally, instead of eating out for one dinner, I got an instrument. Not a bad investment! I’m not being flighty running from instrument to instrument; I’m seizing opportunity to have an extremely exciting life experience, something much longer lasting than one night eating out. I tend to haunt craigslist for radical deals. The banjo, because I’m planning on getting very serious on it, is a raaaaaare investment to get A Good Instrument (and I’m STILL using craigslist to get used to drop price).

For my family, in a mono-instrument mindset, lots of these motivations don’t exist. Buy a good starter instrument so you can learn it seriously, buy an upgrade instrument after you’ve graduated to an advanced playing state, spend a ton of time practicing, they get that. They don’t get “SHIT GOODWILL HAS A $15 DIDGERIDOO!!!!!” excitement. For them, it makes no sense to grab it.

So to my family, when I’m like “Oh hey I want a new instrument!” It becomes this “Ugh, again? Why not SPEND TIME and play the ones you have?!?!” Except it’s unspoken. No one’s mean. And what they show is the lightest tinge of exasperation or lack of understanding, no real mean judging or anything.

I’m not saying all people who play one instrument have the same perspective, but that’s how my fam goes!

So yeah. I live with a different set of values as a multi-instrumentalist.

But hell hahahahaha. Even for “mono-instrumental values”, my banjo goals are going to align well with their priorities. XD Dudes, I’m going to practice so hard on this baby. I’m going to shred it on the banjo. I’m going to be amazing. I’m going to be good enough to perform gigs if I can find some bluegrass buddies. I’m going to compose pieces on banjo and record them. I’m going to kick ass as a banjo badass.

I haven’t had a good music goal for years, honestly. Without the ability to afford private lessons for advanced flute or semi-advanced piano, without collegiate settings to keep me in the classical community, and without the emotional energy to invest in community ensembles, I’ve been cut off from musical performance goals. It’s felt stagnant and uninspiring. Picking up the banjo and working HARD on this thing is going to ignite a spark I’ve been missing for years. Life is more exciting and meaningful to me when I have an ambition, a trajectory, a goal. This is the start of a new bright life period for me, and I’m pulling so much hope and happiness into it.

I AM EXCITE!!!!

#peachdoxie #shit how the fuck did this get so long #I'm too lazy to reread and see if I can shorten it #ANYWAY YEAH MY THOUGHTS #that banjo business #music #long post #non-dragons #my life #reply #blabbing Haddock #sorry sorry sorry I hope I don't sound like I'm talking too much about myself #TL;DR it's the difference between trying to be a master of one versus being a basic jack of all trades understand what's BEHIND the instrmt #learning how an instrument ticks is just as valuable of a skill as being Performance Worthy on one #and like yeah #literally the banjo is a metaphor for the hope I have for my future #It's..... rejuvenating my life in so many ways #and I haven't felt this energized in YEARS

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sorchaivy · 3 years ago

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[Written on a tram on the day Sir Pterry died; re-shared to mark the 7th anniversary]

~~~

Because I never can just say something simply, I have to go back and try again.

And THEN you start carving out the piece, the story, the masterwork. Storycraft as sculpture. It's a metaphor that appeals.

He said that in a talk he gave at Melbourne University, which Mum took me to see back in, oh, would have been 2004, I think. That was the same talk where I heard the Best Cosplaying Story ever. Where he talked about going into the Outback, looking up at the stars, and realising that Orion was upside down, and what a giddy, marvellous, humbling moment that was. And where I discovered that he thought Sam Vimes was a better man than he himself (I would respectfully disagree, but in fairness I only ever really met Sam).

His books helped me walk away from organised religion (and, ultimately, theism full stop). Helped me forge my own moral and ethical codes. Helped me enter the heady world of critical thinking. Helped me find humour and gentle amusement in the foibles and oddities of this weird species we belong to (don't get me wrong, I still get ragemakey at teh stoopid - but far less than I would have, had I not had Sir Terry in my life). Helped me when Mum died. Helped me when things seemed to fall apart, and when things seemed to be going so impossibly right that I was waiting for the other shoe (not Reg).

Sir Terry once wrote (and I've already seen this quote pop up in a few of my friends' posts this morning) that a person's life isn't truly ended until the last ripples of their life dies away. Until the clock they wound winds down. Until the words they spoke no longer echo. Until the worlds they wrote no longer spin. Until the Turtle no longer moves.

My sister saw my first post this morning, and called to see if I was okay. She said, "He never meant as much to me, but for you, it's like you've lost 1,000 friends all at once."

His family. His friends. The people who had the privilege (and, possibly, frustration) of knowing him, the man behind the words, the humanest human, who talked and laughed and swore and wept and breathed and ate and shat and slept and snored and sneezed and all the things that will suddenly mean so much. Because now he is not.

Those are the people my heart breaks for now. Not myself. Not those of us who were touched by the works but not the man. We still get to hold him and his memory, and we haven't lost anything at all, not truly. But they have. So spare a moment for the ripple that is a tidal wave passing through their lives right now.

And I hope that, in time, they too can draw comfort from the knowledge that the ripples are still going. That they may never stop.

The Turtle Still Moves.

Vale Sir Pterry. You aten't dead. Not to me.

#gnu terry pratchett #sir pterry #the Turtle still Moves

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ryouverua · 6 years ago

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Trial 6 - ”hello, world!” (6)

Time to pick up the fallen torch.

Trial: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

K.... K1-b0? This - this must be you, right?

I’ve been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the chapter 3 trial! Finally, the explanation I’ve been craving! If - if the inner voice is coming into play now - it might actually be a benevolent force, right? Maybe? At this point we just need something to keep us moving forward...

Yes!!!

..... Oops.

“And please choose the right answer this time.”

Okay okay, jeez -

K1... K1-b0? W-Why not - ?

...... remedy the situation. Not save... but fix...???

Voices??? It’s plural now? Does that include me, the player?

K1-b0! Your moment has finally come, with no more lasers or explosions required! hopefully

WAIT

WE’RE OFFICIALLY IN HIS POV NOW???

This is incredibly late game for a protagonist switch b-but okay! also oh god what does that say about Sweetcheeks’s condition -

I’m glad we haven’t completely lost Shuichi. ): He really does look like he’s not with us, though. How can we help him? I joke about how much I love this sprite, but it’s awful seeing him like this.

But apparently Shuichi’s been relegated to the sidelines entirely now, because K1-b0 is entirely focused on Jun - Tsumugi. Oh boy, I almost started thinking of her as Junko. I will not let her hide behind her characters, damn it!

Yes! Yes, exactly! She can’t have it both ways!

YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE ANNOYED YOU APPARENTLY WROTE HIM TO BE THIS WAY!!!

Ooh? Yeah, the text is changing at the bottom...

U U H I’M SORRY YOU CAN’T JUST DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT SO ABRUPTLY -

TSUMUGI LET HIM HAVE HIS COOL MOMENT

HE LITERALLY JUST GOT HIS MOMENT IN THE SUN DON’T JUST UNDERCUT HIM OUT OF NOWHERE

no seriously she didn’t even give him a chance to build up momentum

The way she’s able to just dismiss him so casually like that, just completely trivializing him, is absolutely brutal. also what plotline lol -

I-I mean I’m joking, he has had a ‘coming to terms with his status as a robot amongst humans and accepting himself’ plotline! Sorta! It’s just been pretty.... well, behind the scenes. I just wished we got to see more of you and Miu together at the very least.

Wait -

He’s been the actual audience’s surrogate? That.... that means his ahoge....... really is the connection to the outside... but also, the only thing holding him back from going kamikaze??? It’s basically an outside force that’s been suppressing his free will?

Oh shit... is that why the game switched us to this POV, for that reveal? Well-damn-played, DRV3!

.....

wow this is getting worse and worse, huh

ALSO OH NO WAY TO SMASH HIS FRAGILE SELF-ESTEEM INTO PIECES

“You know all those hi~lar~ious asides everyone had at your expense about you being no more important than your average kitchen appliance? Guess what - ! They were r i g h t!”

Somehow I wonder if it would have been better if it was the mastermind’s will. At least it would assign him some sense of importance, even if that stinging feeling of betraying his friends would be there. At least he wouldn’t literally just be the subject of some nameless audiences’ whims - as it is, he’s basically been relegated to the status of ‘plaything’.

From Chapter 3 onward, when I was thinking about it, I wasn’t sure originally if I should consider it a force for good or evil - it seemed to be generally benevolent and since he didn’t take any actions against anyone, it was generally okay for me to discard it as an extension of ‘a mastermind whose goal was for everyone to be at odds with each other/kill each other’. He was always one of the most willing to cooperate with the others, too! I even considered if any of his actions had indirectly caused tension or murder, and I couldn’t find any instances where he did. But if he’s been at the beck and call of a third party, who’s been directing him for the sake of entertainment? Well, that’s a completely different story. In that context... everything makes... a lot more sense...

.... Except for his Chapter 5 actions??? He nearly got Shuichi to take him out twice??

Wait, actually - oh, this does change how I might look at him from this point on. How often would he consult the voice? Do the decisions override his own every time? Does that mean he can only make a move at the behest of the audience????

THE WAY HE PUT IT IS EVEN MORE DEMEANING

fhgh I guess that answers one of my questions

THE GIMMICK....

every production buzzword thrown in makes my stomach drop more

S-Shit the last time he had his ‘short-circuiting’ sprite was when Kokichi did his mastermind reveal in tandem with the ‘outside world’ reveal - D:

A.... Are you trying to make them feel bad for you, because I don’t think it’s working -

omg I just realized there would totally be twitter threads and reddit posts and stuff dedicated to this, and I’m trying to imagine the rage!posts that would swarm them as users ran to the internet to bitch about how ‘the robot totally isn’t responding to us anymore!’ and ‘I bet they’re rigging it so the ending goes the way they want! What a cop out ending!’ and hell, one of those more topical ‘let 👏 us 👏 control 👏 the 👏 robot 👏 you 👏 cowards 👏’

K1-B0 WAS THE CAMERA?!?!

..................................

glances at my computer monitor, then back here

ahahaha I am officially part of the outside world!mastermind tomfoolery oh god I’m so sorry everyone

Wait.... wait. Wait! So the Nanokumas’ footage is for the mastermind’s exclusive use? Really?

I... I was under the impression that if this audience was watching everyone, they’d have access to everything....

Then how different would this all look from only K1-b0′s eyes?! Did he know about Kaito’s training, for example? About Kaede and Shuichi’s practical inseparability in the first chapter? Wow, how different would this entire thing look from K1-b0′s exclusive POV?

I’m sorry what?

okay okay she’s going off on a despair rant which is - y’know, great, you do you and whatever - but I think it just turned my brain off a little bit. Like I just got catapulted back to DR1.

A-Are we really turning back to the whole ‘Junko persona’ idea? That she took on that role specifically, and by taking on the role as ‘Junko Enoshima’ she feels obligated to follow it through to the end? B-But...... but??? For a show??? That’s... no, that can’t be right, that’s weird, that’s stupid, that can’t be right....

You gotta admire her dedication to the craft I-I MEAN NO

WHAT THE HELL TSUMUGI

THAT IS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH MOTIVE

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT KIND OF REASON

SHUT THE FUCK UP KOMAEDA AND DON’T LOOK SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS oh that actually felt pretty good

i say this as someone whose previous favourite was komaeda it was very love/hate don’t @ me

Oh hey, the opening music is on! Is this the big turnabout we’ve been waiting for? It’s.... so.... weird that it’s coming from K1b0 now? Also wasn’t this sort of the plot of the DR3 anime via the Ultimate Animator or -

I??? I guess??? Weren’t they all just screaming DESPAIR at Shuichi a minute ago??? Isn’t it their comments on the screen???

Inspirational and all but -

I’m GoINg to cHOkE anD DiE

ULTIMATE HOPE ROBOT

FJKGHSDKLFJ

WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME

oh shit well there’s text saying Hope now so I guess something has changed out there

I believe it’s called déjà vu.

No seriously, am I hallucinating? Is this not what led to the whole final vote in DR1 or am I going crazy? Is this... what is.... happening........???? And Shuichi has just completely BSoDed in the corner??? Like, is he disassociating right now? Where is he?

It’s interesting that she looks happy here compared to angry Junko. She looked excited earlier when K1-b0 challenged her too (her new jazz-hands!sprite, lol) too, and her voice is on the brink of. Uh. I’m just going to say it’s getting very.... passionate. Is she just that confident or...?

Oh hey their sprites mirror each other. Parallels. :D

I like how Tsumugi is having Makoto say this part ~

But this brings up a good question... how exactly is this so-called final battle going to work? If they can’t fight for the right to leave, then what can they do?

alksdfj Himiko and Maki have also been so quiet this so time - I almost forgot they were there. K1-b0 and Tsumugi are basically the only ones doing the talking and between all the cosplays it feels like there are way more people here than there actually are - which is the point, I think? It really adds to that oppressive, ‘everyone is against you four’ atmosphere.

“- DETAILS DETAILS anyway it’s happening I don’t really care, now about that special vote ~”

This -

This is literally DR1?!?!

This.... this is strange. There has to be incentive to vote one way or the other. Is she going to tie ‘vote for K1-b0’ and ‘you’ll be forced into a world where you can’t/shouldn’t exist’ together vs ‘Vote for Tsumugi′ and ‘stay inside forever’? That’s.... what happened in the others, right?

Shuichi, mentally clocked out but occasionally checking back in so he doesn’t miss anything important: Wow this is absolute bullshit

Yeah... there’s no way they weren’t going to find a way to tempt you to vote for K1-b0. Okay, lay it on us.

YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE THEM KEEP GOING?!?!

“Ugh why did I let myself get lured back into the conversation by my bitchin’ ‘Lazy Parallel World’ theme song I’m going to mentally check out again because everything hurts and I want to die -”

There.... there aren’t....??

THAT’S NOT ENCOURAGING omg I missed that catchphrase it always made me laugh

I??? I don’t know if I can trust that??? If you can literally make flashback lights to override their old memories - if you can force it on them, whether they’re willing or not - if you can delete the last 24 hours, you could make them do something again??? T-Though if Tsumugi is gone... but then again, there’s a whole team of people behind this apparently! Her being gone means nothing!

“So you cannot leave this place.” Is it? Is it literally, physically impossible to leave this place? That’s the real question. the impossible is possible all you gotta do is make it so... s o b

HOW EVIL CAN YOU GET

HOW COULD YOU NOT EVEN GIVE THEM A POSSIBILITY OF RETURNING TO THEIR ORIGINAL SELVES

WHY WOULD ANYONE MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT WHY WOULD THAT BE OKAY FOR A PUBLICLY TELEVISED TV SHOW

For that matter this whole damn series sounds like a snuff film, if actually people are involved. Dear lord, even if they are actually adults - and I desperately hope that if this is true, that the outside world is actually like this, and watches this for fun, then they have a ‘18+’ rule for auditions (actually considering the love hotel exists they must be at least 18 ggh) - even the survivors.... have been killed, in a sense. Their previous selves have been killed. They were dead the moment they entered the world...

So either 16 people consented to ‘dying’ in an existential sense as well as possibly a physical sense, or 16 people were kidnapped and ‘killed’ for the entertainment of the world. I.... I actually... do at least believe, no matter what, that there is a depraved audience viewing this from somewhere. There’s no way there isn’t - this feedback via comments, the scene with that kid Makoto watching this at the beginning of this chapter - those are true. And they were more than okay with the idea of these people dying for their entertainment, even the so-called winners.

You can only create new identities, not recover them... I, I dunno. Somehow that’s so much more soul-crushing than a lot of the other things that have come up this trial.

t-the way his voice is breaking skdlfjgh -

W HA T!?

WHAT THE FU -

WHY?! WHY?! WHY MUST IT ONLY BE TWO, EVERY TIME?! WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SO DETERMINED TO ONLY HAVE TWO PEOPLE SURVIVE TO THE END?!

H.... How the hell.... are they supposed to do that?! Is that how you’re doing it?! Putting the burden of the decision on them, in order to break them?!

H-HE LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE HE’S GOING TO BREAK DOWN SOBBING ANY SECOND I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS

She is really trying to push that point, huh... but there it is. They can escape to the ‘outside world’. That is a cold comfort at this point, but...

They...... I don’t. I don’t know. I wouldn’t be able to do this - look my classmates in the eyes and condemn them. I guess this somehow managed to be worse than DR1.

K1-B0 NO

fml of course the only potential option would be students choosing self-sacrifice

I... I’m glad Shuichi is showing concern. I’ve noticed it a few times, how finally in the last chapter or so that he’s been observant of K1-b0′s well-being where the others haven’t been.

But I’m getting distracted - that’s not the point! FML I know he’s been shown those extremist tendencies towards the vague ideal of hope and destroying the despair, I - between this and the ‘destroying the school’ rampage he went on - what is he aiming for? You’re saying that you’re trying to defeat despair, but what is that? Is hope just the opposite of despair? Is despair just whatever Tsumugi says it is, so we’re immediately opposed to it, as the representatives of hope? Are you fighting for them to escape? Why is everyone surviving together ‘living despairful lives’ if Tsumugi is gone and they aren’t trying to kill each other anymore? What makes it that way? Why is this considered ‘defeating despair’? What does that even mean?

I... I guess K1-b0 would be punished anyway if they voted for him, but.... still....

Ugh, I get it. I get that kibou is hope, and that K1-b0 is therefore hope, and that we’re fighting for him to win or... something.... uhghghgh

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE SHUICHI

This was such an uncomfortable parade of ~ideal waifus~ sdlkfjsdf especially when we were getting into the ‘super tiny/cute’ territory because I have absolutely no interest in that whatsoever also I accidentally deleted Mahiru’s cameo sorry -

.... I wonder if this would’ve been more effective if I was the target audience for this? Either way, ending on Junko was still an offsetting choice, right? Right??

..........

Wait for that matter, who was this aimed for? Who out of Maki, Himiko or Shuichi would have fallen for that? Even if you believe that Maki or Himiko have an interest in women, nothing about the types they showed or may have shown interest in the game (Maki @ Kaito, Himiko @ Angie, Tenko and hell, even Kokichi) would lend them to the girls Tsumugi just cosplayed as? And even Shuichi’s strongest interest were in Kaede and Kaito - so who is Tsumugi trying to appeal to here?!

Oh shit we’re going into a mass panic debate! Okay, okay okay - !

.... Oh. Oh boy, I have to shoot down every mention of despair. Uh, okay -

OMFG I missed the screenshot but Monokuma started shilling their merch and their website I cannot even deal with how they’ll occasionally devolve into corporate shilling it’s so good -

But!!! We’ve got better things to do than get caught up in Monokuma’s commercializing of the class trial!

MAKI

NO MAKI WHY

ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR LAST CHAPTER IS THAT WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

omg

are you telling me

you’re not even doing this out of guilt

it’s spite

you’re doing this out of spite

you’re sacrificing yourself purely ou t of spite

MAKI HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE MAKI, AGAIN??? AGAIN?!?!?!”

“LET ME KILL SOMEONE SAIHARA IT’S MY DAMN TALENT FFS -”

DOES THIS SCREENSHOT SAY ‘SHUICHI LOOKS YUMMY <3′ YOU’RE RUINING THE MOMENT

okay I’m not going to feel right until I write down the new set of comments

Makiiii

my darling assassin T_T

Hope lives on!

Shuichi looks yummy <3

Well said!

Another hope loop?

Hope is contagious!

Two steps forward...

Don’t lose to despair!

Don’t tempt Maki’s fate...

That’s my Maki.

Hope must go on!

Maki, darling...

;_; I’m gonna cry...

Hope vs despair!

one vote for Keebo!

tfw you’re in despair

ALL OF THESE TEARS

Assassiiiiiiiin

I am living for these comments and I would have killed to see the comments for the Chapter 5 trial - hell, the Chapter 4 trial. that’s what let’s plays and YT comments are for I suppose -

tbh I think if that one that keeps lusting after Shuichi comes to help we’re going to need a restraining order

o-oh?!

AAAAAAH

NO DON’T

MAKE ME FIGHT HIM

MY ACTUAL SOUL BRO

is............... Is that -

Clair de Lune playing......?!

#Ryou plays drv3 #Kiibo #Shuichi Saihara #Keebo #Tsumugi Shirogane #Himiko Yumeno #Maki Harukawa #spoilers #drv3 spoilers #K1-b0

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wolviesgal · 6 years ago

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A Christmas Wish

So in grand Wolviesgal fashion, I’m pushing the literal last minute here and posting my gift for the 2018 Shieldshock Christmas Fic Exchange.

Here is my gift for @i-am-the-wall and I apologize for it being insanely late. If a deadline exists, I will get up close and personal with it before finishing my task. Pretty much sums up my entire school history. :)

So here it is, I present...

A Christmas Wish Also posted here on A03.

“That’s what I want for Christmas, Mommy.”

The noise of Tony Stark’s Christmas party faded into the background as Darcy’s heart sank. The only thing her song wanted for Christmas was the one thing she could never give him. Even Santa, with all his miracle gift-giving skills, wouldn’t be able to pull this one off.

Jake, her darling boy, had just declared that he wanted Santa to make him Captain America for a day. He didn’t want a costume or to play dress-up (he was very clear on that), but actually to be Captain America. Wear the suit, carry the shield, carryout a mission.

Darcy watched her son make his way up to Santa, aka Clint in a suit and beard, and wasn’t sure how he was going to respond to Jake’s request. She could only hope that his own kids had gotten him used to strange Christmas requests. Clint patted his knee and Jake climbed up. She couldn’t make out what the two were saying, but she knew the precise moment when Jake asked to become Captain America because Clint’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared underneath his Santa hat.

“So what did he ask for to get that reaction out of Santa?” Darcy jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice. She was so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed him beside her.

“Jake has decided to ask Santa to make him Captain America for a day.” It was Steve’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

“He wants what? He means to dress up like me, right?”

“Nope,” Darcy sighed. “He doesn’t want to cosplay, he wants to be Captain America.”

Steve’s eyes widened and he exhaled sharply. “I don’t want to see Jake disappointed, but I don’t know if we can pull that one off.” He bit his lip, deep in thought. Darcy had to look back at her son. She and Steve were friends, but there were times she felt very un-friend-like thoughts about him.

“Pull what off?”

Darcy spun around. “God, Tony!” she gasped. “We need to put a bell on you.”

Tony looked offended. “I don’t move that quietly. And you two are ignoring the party.” He gestured to the events around them. “What’s got you two whispering and plotting over here?”

“We’re neither whispering nor plotting, Tony,” Darcy said, rolling her eyes. “We’re just discussing the impossible gift that Jake asked Santa for and Mommy won’t – “

“Hey buddy!” Steve cut her off before Darcy could do the unforgiveable and ruin Santa for her five-year-old son. “How was your visit with Santa?”

Jake looked disappointed. “Santa said he would try his best, but he might not be able to get it for me. And he said that I would probably have better luck using mistletoe to get a baby brother.” He looked up at his mother. “What did he mean by that? I thought mommies and daddies made babies, not mistletoe?”

Tony snorted, Steve turned to glare at “Santa,” and Darcy closed her eyes and wished for the floor to swallow her up. Clint was well aware of her un-friend-like feelings towards Steve and Darcy could feel the blush flood her face as she worried what else he might have said to her son.

“Listen, kid,” Tony crouched down in front of Jake. “What do you want for Christmas? We’ll do our best to help Santa with it.”

Jake looked Tony straight in the eye and said, “I want to be Captain America for a day and work with the rest of the Avengers.” Tony’s eyes shot to Steve, who just blushed at the boy’s sincerity.

“Uh, okay. Well, let me talk to Santa and see what we can do. How does that sound?” Jake nodded. “Why do you want to be Captain America anyway? It’s just Steve and he’s not as awesome as me.” Tony smirked.

Jake sighed, “Captain America is all about fighting bullies and maybe if I can be him, I can stand up to the mean kids at school.”

“Oh baby,” Darcy’s heart constricted, worried that her son was being bullied. “Are other kids being mean to you?”

He shook his head. “No mom, it’s not me. But these jerks are being mean to Samir and he’s my friend. I don’t like it.”

Darcy could see Steve’s jaw clench and before he opened his mouth, she knew what he was going to say.

“Buddy, we’re going to do whatever we can to help Santa with this, okay?” Darcy just stared at him, unable to believe he was actually agreeing to this. “Everyone needs a day off sometimes, even me. You can be my backup for that day, okay?”

Jake threw himself at Steve, hugging him fiercely before running off to talk to Santa again. “Thanks, Steve!”

There was a moment of dead silence before Darcy spun towards Steve. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Yeah, I know. I just couldn’t not do this. Not when he wants to learn how to fight bullies.”

“Okay, but Steve, what the hell?”

“I know, Tony!”

Having spoken to Santa to give him the good news, Jake wandered off to get some food. Santa, however, wandered over to talk to the bleeding heart of the Avengers.

“What the hell, Steve?” asked Clint.

-----

The next morning after Jake left for school, Tony called everyone to the boardroom. “Gather round, children. Thanks to Captain Friendly here, we have one hell of a project to pull off.” Each of the Avengers, and Darcy, turned to Steve with a mixture of curiosity, frustration, and resignation in their eyes.

“Tony…” Steve started, but Darcy quickly cut him off.

“No Steve, you don’t get to speak. Not at the moment and not unless you’ve got a really good plan here.” At Steve’s chagrined look, she shook her head. “You’ve pretty much promised my son that he gets to be Captain America for a day. How are you planning on making this work? He wants his own uniform, your shield, and bad guys to fight. How?”

Bruce furrowed his brow. “Could he even lift your shield, Steve? I know he’s a strong kid, but it’s heavy and nearly as tall as he is.”

“Well, we could make him a Jake-sized shield. Something smaller and more lightweight maybe,” Tony mused. He pulled out his tablet and began making notes.

“But how do we convince him to use a replica shield and not the real thing?” Natasha didn’t always believe in the intelligence of others, but she knew Jake was a smart kid and would not be swayed from his wish. “He wants Steve’s shield.”

Clint sat back in his chair, tapping a pen on his knee. “We’ve got to let him try the shield. Hand it to him and pretend like we’re sure he’s going to be able to wield it no problem. When he struggles, we’ll offer him his own special shield. Something that’s more suited to him in size and weight.”

Natasha shook her head. “It can’t be that easy to change a kid’s mind. I’ve met your children before, Clint. Jake is as stubborn as any of yours.”

“I’m not saying we make it out of plastic or anything. There’s no way that’ll get past Jake. But maybe something like aluminum. Metal like Steve’s, but not as heavy and not as big.”

“Titanium would be better. Not as lightweight as aluminum, but stronger and more durable.” Tony didn’t even look up from his tablet as he spoke.

Darcy’s eyes widened. “No,” she said emphatically. “We are not giving my son a weapon.”

“No, ‘tis not a weapon,” declared Thor. “It’s part of his armor, his Captain America persona. He uses it for defense and not attack.”

“Okay, so that takes care of the shield,” said Bruce. “What else do we have to worry about? Uniform? Harmless villain? Controlled scenario where Jake can be the hero?”

Natasha looked over at Clint, “You used to make your costumes in the circus, right?” Clint closed his eyes and sighed.

“I regret ever telling you that. But yes, I can still sew.”

“Okay, so that takes care of the uniform.”

“I refuse to go shopping for materials though! I am not going anywhere near the stores this close to Christmas.”

Tony put his tablet down and looked around the table. “Okay, here’s how it’s going to go. Bruce and I will work on the shield. Clint, you’ve got the uniform, but Steve has to do the shopping for you. Natasha and Thor, you’re on mission planning. You’ve got to come up with some form of event that would require the Avengers. We can’t risk Jake getting hurt, but we do need a semi-realistic villain.”

“And where are we going to find one of those?” Natasha scoffed.

“Oh, since Steve has the day off from being Captain America, and he got us into this, I think he’ll make an excellent villain.” Tony’s grinned sardonically.

Steve dropped his head in his hands and sighed. This was his fault and he knew it.

-----

“Remind me how I got roped into coming out with you, Steve?” Darcy dodged another oblivious shopper as she and Steve walked through midtown.

She really wasn’t as angry or frustrated as she wanted him to believe. She wasn’t entirely happy with the situation, but she certainly didn’t mind spending the afternoon with Steve while he hunted down the items on Clint’s must-have-but-impossible-to-find shopping list. So far, they had three things checked off the list. Unfortunately, the list has ten items, so there was still shopping to be done. But the decorations were bright and there was just enough snow on the ground to make it all feel very Christmassy. That being said, at some point in the near future, she was going to demand a hot chocolate.

“You’re here because you’re a kind and wonderful person.” Steve smiled at her and Darcy was pretty sure her insides turned to goo. She’d follow him anywhere if he kept that up. “Plus, you’re a much better at navigating this city than I am. I don’t know Manhattan nearly as well as I know Brooklyn.”

“Smooth, Steve,” she rolled her eyes. “Flattery will get you everywhere though. Next stop is just two blocks up and one block over.” She looked down at her list and missed the look in Steve’s eyes.

Unfortunately, even the most dedicated have their limits when it comes to shopping at Christmas. Four more stores, miles of walking, and one too many versions of The Twelve Days of Christmas later, Darcy’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

Needless to say, the subway may not have been the best choice of transportation to get home.

They were only two stops from the tower when Darcy snapped. She was fine with the crowded cars and people with too many shopping bags. She was okay with the rambling conspiracy theorist who ranted about Christmas and how it was a ploy to bankrupt the people. She was even enjoying the carolers. Right up until they started in on the Twelve Days of Christmas. Steve kept his hand over Darcy’s mouth and his arm wrapped around her waist for two full stops, not that he was complaining. It really wouldn’t do for Captain America to be anywhere near an attack on Christmas carolers just before Christmas. He didn’t let go until they were off the subway, the doors had closed, and the train departed.

Darcy glared at him. “I wasn’t going to throw down on the subway.”

“Sure you wouldn’t have,” Steve snorted. “You were just going over there to calmly ask them to pick a new song.”

“Smartass,” she muttered before turning and walking away.

-----

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Darcy whispered to her boy. He rolled over in bed and blinked at her.

“Nooo, too early mommy!” Jake closed his eyes and burrowed back under the covers. Darcy couldn’t help but laugh. He really did take after her in so many ways.

“Come on, baby. You’ve got a big day ahead. Steve just called. Something has come up and he’s not going to be able to work with the Avengers today. It’s all you.”

Jake sat upright in his bed, eyes wide. “Really? I get to be Captain America today?” Darcy nodded. “But what if I’m not ready? I haven’t practiced.” He looked so fearful that Darcy wanted to cuddle him and tell him he could just stay home and not be Captain America.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. The other Avengers will teach you what you need to know and make sure you can handle anything that comes up.”

Jake scrambled out of bed. “I don’t have a uniform or anything! How am I going to be Captain America without a uniform?”

“Just get dressed, honey, I’m sure they’ve got something for you.”

Darcy was impressed. Apparently with proper motivation, Jake was able to get dressed and ready in record time. Within minutes, he was ready to head out and meet the rest of the Avengers. Bagel in hand, of course, because no superhero starts the day without breakfast.

All of the Avengers were waiting for Jake when he arrived in the common area. Clint handed him a folded uniform.

“Morning, Jake! We got you your own uniform, just like Steve’s.” Jakes eyes grew big as he held up the clothing.

“Look mom! It’s awesome and heavy and not at all like that Halloween costume Andy wore to school! I can’t wait to wear it! Can I put it on now? Please, please, please?” Jake was vibrating with excitement. Darcy nodded because she wasn’t sure if she could otherwise answer without laughing.

Jake bolted out of the room, just far enough to be out of sight, to change. He was back in minutes and Darcy was sure she would find his clothes flung about the hallway. He couldn’t possibly be expected to be neat with his everyday clothes when there was his own Captain America uniform waiting for him, could he?

Steve crouched down in front of Jake. “Alright buddy, if you’re going to be Captain America today, then you need a shield.” He held out his shield to Jake. “Can you promise me that you’ll take good care of this for me today?”

Jake nodded and reached for the shield. Steve helped him slide the straps over his arms and then let go, letting Jake carry it himself. Darcy couldn’t help but giggle as Jake could barely see over the shield. His hand slipped a bit and he dropped the shield on the floor. When it clanged loudly, he jerked it back up and clipped himself on the nose. Steve winced and reached out to steady the shield.

“Sorry, buddy, but I think this is more Steve-sized and not so much Jake-sized,” he said gently. “But I think Tony’s got something there that might be better for you.”

Tony held out the smaller, but otherwise identical, replica shield. “This one is for you, okay? You might find it a bit easier to carry.”

Jake took the shield carefully from Tony. Steve helped him slide his arm through the straps. It was a much better fit for the young boy. He bounced with excitement. “When can we go train?”

Thor laughed. “We can go now, young man. You have a warrior’s spirit and we must ready you for battle.” He followed Jake down the hallway to the elevators. “Let us venture to the gym and train.” The others followed, leaving Steve with Darcy.

“We’ll keep him safe, Darcy,” Steve promised. “Natasha has worked this out to the last detail. He’ll be fine and will have the time of his life.”

Even with his reassurances, Darcy was nervous. “I’m sure you all have it under control, but it’s a mom’s prerogative to worry about her baby.” She smiled softly. “But he’s so excited to do this, so there’s no way I could back out. You made sure of that when you promised him that you’d talk to Santa and make this happen.” She reached out and poked Steve in the chest. And then she poked him again. For such a softie, he had awfully firm pecs. “Alright, so run me through this one more time. And get me a cup of coffee while you’re explaining it.”

Steve pulled a cup out of the cupboard and filled it up before handing it over. “They’re going to spend some time ‘training’ down in the gym. Thor’s going to work on stuff like somersaults and Natasha said she’d teach him how to cartwheel. Stuff like that. I’m going to head over to that little park just around the corner from the tower. Stark security has already cleared it for a ‘private event.’ Once over there, I’ll create some mischief, the Avengers will arrive, and they’ll take me down. It’ll be a simple, but effective mission, and Jake will vanquish the bad guy.”

Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Define ‘mischief,’ Steve.”

“I’ll be tossing water balloons at security,” he laughed as he snagged Darcy’s coffee and took a drink. “Nothing too serious and certainly nothing dangerous.”

“What about Bruce? Will the Hulk be making an appearance?”

“Not at all. Bruce is going to live stream the whole thing. That way you can see it and we can record it for Jake to watch later.”

Darcy looked impressed. “You all have put so much effort into this. I cannot thank you enough.”

Steve looked down at the coffee cup still in his hand. “We all adore Jake. And you.” The tips of Steve’s ears turned pink. “We just want to see him happy.”

Impulsively, Darcy reached up and kissed Steve’s cheek. “Still, I appreciate all of this, Steve. He’s so excited.” Her own blush was rivalling the one spreading across Steve’s face. “Uh, so what’s your costume look like?”

“Yeah, you have to see this to believe it.” Steve reaches into box on the counter and pulls out an elf costume and mask. Darcy couldn’t help but laugh.

“Really? You’re an elf gone rogue?”

“I know, but it fits the holiday.”

-----

Darcy settled down on her couch to watch the epic battle unfold on her tablet. Bruce found a good place to film, so Darcy had a clear view of all the action. Jake took his role as Captain America very seriously. He led the charge, calling out moves and directions to the others. Training clearly included the necessary vocab for battle, but Darcy couldn’t help but giggle when Jake kept telling Thor to watch his flake. Fortunately, Clint spoke kid and could translate. She winced when Jake threw his shield into Steve’s shin. She was pretty sure Steve winced too. In the end, they triumphed over the rogue Christmas elf. Jake led his team home in victory. Her boy was on cloud nine.

As with all epic victories, they celebrated with pizza. Jake provided Darcy with a detailed account of how he, in the awesome and most important role of Captain America, led the Avengers to victory over one of Santa’s mean elves.

“You did good, kid.” Tony smiled at Jake. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”

Steve reached for another piece of pizza. “I’m so glad you could cover for me, Jake. It would have been awful if I’d been called away and there was no one to lead the Avengers.”

“Aye, you are a most excellent and skilled warrior. I will follow you into battle any time!” Thor raised his glass of Kool-Aid to toast their leader. “Cheers to you, young Captain!” Everyone lifted their glass and cheered for Jake.

It wasn’t long before exhaustion got the better of the young boy and he fell asleep with his head on the table, still in full uniform.

“I should get this one to bed.” Darcy smiled at her son fondly.

“I’ll give you a hand.” Steve pushed his chair back from the table and reached over to pick up the sleeping boy.

Steve carried him down to Darcy’s apartment and into Jake’s bedroom. Darcy tucked him into bed, not bothering to remove the uniform and taking off only his boots. She followed Steve out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Again, I cannot thank you enough. You made his Christmas wish come true.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at Darcy. “I’ve already told you. I was happy to do this for him. He’s good kid and it was great to be able to give him this experience.”

Darcy could feel her breath hitch as she looked up at Steve. Steve bit his lip and that was it for Darcy. She slid her hands up his chest, grasped his shirt by the collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. Steve wrapped his arms around Darcy’s waist and pulled her close.

The kiss was just getting steamy when the bedroom door opened and a small voice said, “That’s mistletoe above you. Does this mean I’m getting a baby brother?”

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