Alright before I post any more Battle Addict stuff I should probably explain what a League Council is. Here's a summarized diagram:
A Pokemon League is a region's network of specialized skilled trainers. It is run by the League Council, which includes finance, HR, marketing, PR, and other managing departments which are divided into different branches depending on who they work with.
This is all to say that everything gets messy very quickly when news of the diagnosis spreads through the network. Originally the diagnosis was supposed to be private information for only the Battle and League departments, however certain higher ups felt it was a safety risk and notified gym leaders as well in the event of future collaborations.
The network is mostly divided into people who are positive/neutral about the news, and people who feel negatively about the twins as a result. Coworkers who were already familiar/close with the two tend to be positive, or at least supportive, whereas those who didn't know them got another reason to avoid them. Some people think they should go on leave for "recovery", but some are more forward and want them terminated.
If you're wondering where Cynthia falls in this, she's a foreign top league worker (Sinnoh Champion) who is hosted in Unova. Basically she has dept. employees assigned to help her connect to people around the region and get different services if requested. She's basically watching everything unfold from the sidelines, with every interview about her opinion boiling down to "lol if you're scared of people stronger than you then get good". She does also bring up historic accounts of CM/HCCM though, mostly to clarify that CM is not a new or scary thing. She's not for or against the twins, rather just hoping to use this as an opportunity to teach others.
I didn't end up drawing her because I got tired but Elesa got the news too!! She actually got it before everyone else since the twins decided to go tell her beforehand. The general scene basically had Ingo and Emmet deliberating in the car, Ingo telling Emmet it's not too late to turn around and go home while Emmet was hesitant but adamant that they needed to tell her first. She probably took it the worst out of everyone but that's mostly just cause it caught her off guard that her friends would just randomly drop in to deliver the news. She's still rooting for them though, mostly trying to support the Subway with more collaborative events to make the twins look better after the hit from the media. She also tries to rework Emmet's restraints where possible, usually trying to make them look more cohesive with the rest of an outfit or trying to make them less visible (cause as much as Emmet says it's not a big deal it's still the first thing he looks at in his reflection).
Here's them in alt clothes :7
Man is cuffed under there (T_T)
Can't really think of too much to say so hope you guys like the art and see you later!
i have NEARLY finished the skirt for my ren faire fit i just gotta get a few finishing details added and also get the undershirt bleached (bc i got a bunch of makeup on it at last years fair and shit Stained) but THEN i can show yall the final fit!!
I know many of you don't read my long posts so here are my greatest recent Byler-canon comforts:
1. Lies, when revealed (especially when they directly influence the plot of the person lied to), have to affect the person lied to. Acceptance is a neutral response and therefore the only effects it can have on Mike are homo(phobic) or homo(sexual). (But homophobic wouldn't have impacted his actions and...well it isn't that one)
2. The nature of the tragedy of self-sabotage is that things would have gone differently had the character not self-sabotaged. Tragedy lies in the "what if". For season 4 to be a romantic tragedy for Will (which it canonically is even if the whole show isn't), there has to be a "what if"/"if only": if only Will hadn't lied, Mike would have reciprocated.
If these aren't true, the plot is pointless because it affects nothing if removed: Mike doesn't love Will? Then they wouldn't have ended up together whether Will told him or not. Mike doesn't love Will? Then he would have told El he loved her without the prompting of "you're the heart" and the painting from El. <- that is bad writing, and I trust the Duffers know better than that. They've demonstrated better in the past.
AND I THOUGHT V3 MADE ME NEED PROCESSING AND RECOVERY TIME HOLY SHIT?!?!?!?!!!! LITERALLY JUST 2 MONTHS AGO WE HAD WEISS HAVING A CRISIS OVER A PURPLE RACCOON RIDING A TRASH WAGON HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!!!!
A ghastly apparition tread to where a contract flower would be reunited its garden. Upon crossing a bridge the rushing river-stream he foresaw that abhorrent reflection of a deathly harvester. It wasn't honorable to present himself in this manner.
There's a moment to sheathe. Value's learned, conscious of choice was his belonging.
Time to rectify his mistakes in their short-date. He'd clean, bandaging wounds, dressing formally. Having a hobble-step, but stony composed.
Fellow amber-hues, enlarged of Kunoichi, as she opened a door-knock, with a coquettish grin, purring cat-like, "Wow our favorite slayer returns, meeeow. Strikingly!" The colorful-assassin imparted.
Then gave a boop upon his nose, teasingly, "She's all yours, we'll reconvene one-day. Imagine repercussions will come. Should those-arise, I'll be close. Embrace solitude, stud." Companionship offered. Overall drowning her feelings.
Answer was clear towards Shaman's effect on him. Those who're sentenced amongst darkness, may find a vigil-light they're in need to crawl out.
Dangerous-heel's clacked distantly, his voice-interrupted, turned and eastern-bowed, "Thank you." Nerves in his facial-features couldn't function, yet emotion's in voice resonated harmonic.
Ya'chi could truly-depart with a proven gleam; waving him off.
His new-wielded blade; was a Sakurasou as he approached Client.
She'd comment, "Someone's always got tricks! Arsenal of killer-techniques. Should've expected you'd complete my task without any hiccups. As I vowed, I'll not bother any-longer, you're free." Sorrow tinged in octaves, extending her fetch for flora retrieval.
Unexpected, he struck.
Knees collapsed beneath her stead, with-forgiveness. His thumb-ever bent the tip of a petal, intentionally, wasn't enough to damage, but showcase blemish.
Sincerely billowed, "I'm afraid, I've failed the contract... I'd seemingly lose, again and again, with you." Inflection carried emotions.
Crossed-hand's came over her facial-features gasping, awestruck.
Confession played, "...But what's inside me tells me, I'm victorious within your company; that I am. If given opportunity, I Hoku, would properly like to show you a true date." Not only did the nameless-one, shed his name, he was proposing for a date? What a goof-ball!
She'd hysterically cackle, eyes-teared happiness, "...Such unpredictability. I accept, also I'm Rokeia! You're silly too, even under those guises of a formidable-killer! Not certain what your disciplinary training did... Only thing, missing is this..." Two-fingers intersected across his lip's spread into a kingly smile.
Her warm-sensations, made eyes-close; intoxicating peace.
Revealing coyly, "I'll have to equip you with these from now-on Mister! Smiles lay important, keeping darkness at their bay not to be all-consuming; but still to be marveled. Like the Sun's Setting Shadow!" Thriving knowledge was given.
She's life - a road light, left-on for creatures that hunt as night, a soothsayer which awakens those beastly hearts from captivity.
He's shadow - avatar of death, cold-steel of security, carrying resolve that'd arm upon need.
Hoku detached his weaponry, only him remained.
"I only want to be with you."
A palpable heart-beat, Thrummed... Thumped... Drummed
Her own hypnotically sung.
Blush-ignited her cheeks; crimson for once not of blood was made, "...Y-you assassinate many barriers, such trouble, it's unfair!" Making a pretend-pout.
Spider-like-digits; heavenly splendors, tracing from his woven lips until her delicate palms melted his cheeks; wielding him.
Attention orbited to her, type shadows followed if permitted.
Mirror motions came descending to eye-level. Her violet-orbs encouraged those star-golden, twinkling for cosmic unity.
Following, would be their first joining of many.
A force known as [us.] emerged. Promising eternal, ever-afters.
The balanced-kiss, sealed it.
can you make traditional stone-ground tahina at home, without needing to add additional oil, with your bare hands and a mortar and pestle? almost certainly. but do you want to? well, almost certainly not
Okay! Trying this again now that it's not midnight, because I'm still on my bullshit but have more words now. What I do not have is my copies of the first two novel volumes, since I am traveling, so I can't do direct quotes.
We know that, at some point, JGY and XY became cultivators. IIRC, it is stated in Volume 1 that becoming a cultivator without a golden core is possible but it's unorthodox and unlikely--even moreso given that a golden core in MDZS/CQL is akin to an organ that can be permanently destroyed/remove rather than an energy reserve from your qi being super swole. Demonic cultivation is appealing in part because it operates under a different set of parameters, and (though the world at large doesn't know this) WWX invents it in large part to compensate for the loss of his core.
We can also safely assume that the means to do this aren't accessible to everyone. We see peddlers hawking dubious cultivation materials. JGY tells his sworn brothers about the fraudulent pamphlets his mother purchased for him as a child and laments that she and people like her have no way of knowing that they're useless. (Since this statement goes unchallenged by LXC, NMJ, or WWX's narration, I think we can take this particular JGY assertion at face value.) In Yi City, WWX explains the "folk wisdom" practiced by regular people, ranging from the effective (the rice congee to absorb poison, the mortuary's high threshold to keep corpses from hopping away) to the superstitious (the paper effigies and joss money), and WWX reminds the juniors that these people don't have cultivation knowledge of their own. All of this suggests that there is no freely-accessible bank of cultivation knowledge, demonic or otherwise. There are no old-timey YouTube tutorials, and there is no indication that a person can roll up to a sect like it's nbd in this particular universe for formal education.
WHICH BRINGS ME BACK TO MY ORIGINAL POINT, which is: how did JGY and XY become cultivators in the first place?
JGY has acquired some level of cultivation by the time he's working with the Nie, albeit with a shaky foundation that both he and Narrator WWX identify as a deficit he'll need to compensate for with breadth over depth. How did he develop his power without formal training or reliable study materials? Teenage XY has somehow become capable enough for the Jin clan to see him as an asset, despite the fact that he is a feral street urchin who can't even read as a child, and demonic cultivation is a brand-new technology, as it were. Where, when, and how did he teach himself? What skills did he demonstrate that caught JGY's interest?
Since this story is not about JGY and XY's professional journeys, the text doesn't have an explanation. (Or, if it does, this website and also the wiki have been slipping, because "how the hell does JGY even have a core?" has vexed me since 2021.) There isn't a definitive answer here! What I am curious about--because I cannot possibly be the only one who wonders about worldbuilding ramifications and what offscreen events brought these characters to where they are, and I think it is fair to wonder about the mechanics of things that a text itself brings up--is people's personal headcanons.
So! Canon-compliant Xue Yang and/or Jin Guangyao enjoyers! Tell me how you personally explain their whole deal! Bonus points for telling me how it changes for CQL, bc both of them are coming from very different places there, and an MDZS-compliant explanation won't work for CQL and vice versa. Bonus BONUS points if you have fic exploring it that you can link.
i don't know if i think it's really funny or kind of a shame that many people are going to know tadaima okaeri solely as "the omegaverse bl" when it's actually such a sweet slice-of-life about community, family, the struggles of the older generation to understand the younger and vice versa, recovering from social isolation and how recursive that recovery can be, forging lasting friendships as adults, and so on. it's so wholesome and drama-free that it barely has any plot to speak of, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in themes and man. what beautiful themes
one of my favorite things about writing is when you decide to change a minor detail, such as having three high schoolers talk about if they've read anything interesting lately, and you suddenly find yourself knee deep in research trying to figure out what mangas were being released and when that year and double checking to make sure that it's in the country you're writing in and
i'm a fucking liar i hate this part of writing but i'm committed goddammit