#Frozen 2 analyses

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Bad Blood

Frozen and Frozen II shows two generations of the Arendellian royal family tree. While most of these past and present rulers were/are good, decent, benevolent people, there is one person who stands out from the rest of them in terms of personality and deeds: Runeard.

The third act of Frozen II reveals that Runeard was not at all the kind, giving, generous ruler that his granddaughters and the Arendellians believed he was. Elsa learns this when she comes upon a manifestation of him in Ahtohallan, during which his memory figure reveals his abhorrence of magic, distrust of and bigotry towards the Northuldra because they follow magic, and that the dam he built in the Enchanted Forest was to ruin them, not help them as he claimed. Dangerous Secrets revealed more about Runeard regarding the depths of his cruelty and how distant he was towards his family. And now Polar Nights has uncovered even more of Runeard’s evil ways: he lied about the circumstances surrounding the death of Princess Sissel of Vesterland, saying that she was murdered by her Inger, her younger sister, because she was jealous and wanted the crown for herself, and it all had to do with him making sure he could build the dam and ruin the Northuldra.

With the film, the two novels, and the film’s novelization uncovering the malevolence of the former king of Arendelle, I wish to write one more essay discussing his villainy, and how his nature makes him stand out from the rest of his family, making him the bad blood in his family tree. 😉

Lying King, Drama Queen

I’ve said this countless times in my analyses about him, but with what Polar Nights has revealed about him in terms of his malevolence, I will say it once again. Though he appeared to outsiders as a noble, kind, generous, peaceful king, Runeard was truly a cruel, hateful, selfish, dishonest, bigoted, paranoid tyrant who was so obsessed with his power and status that he prioritized it over everything and everyone else. In his position, he arrogantly believed he was the smartest and best person of all in society, and prejudicially considered everyone else who was below him in status to be inferior to him in every way. Such people included his family, soldiers, servants, and even his people and other peasants. Runeard was so dead set on preserving his power at all costs that he wouldn’t tolerate anything he perceived as a competition, challenge, or threat to it, especially magic and beings who had any connections to magic. If anyone got in the way of his schemes, he would try to get rid of them (not excluding murder), though in subtle, secret ways to cover his dark motives and avoid having his people uncover his his good facade. When he and his kingdom met the Northuldra, indigenous peasants who lived far north in the Enchanted Forest with elemental magical spirits, Runeard pretended to accept and make peace with them. In truth, however, he feared their magical ties meant they would try to defy and overpower him, maybe even take over his kingdom, so he refused to take a chance in trusting them and orchestrated a plot to eliminate them. But being fearful of what the spirits’ magic could do if he tried using direct force, Runeard decided to take a more subtle approach by building a dam to ruin the Enchanted Forest and eventually the people. He knew the adverse effects a dam has in a natural environment, and in his arrogance, he knew his people, and assumed the Northuldra, would not have this same knowledge, allowing him to fool all of them into believing his lie that the dam would be built as a gift of peace.

To build the dam, Runeard needed the financial contributing of neighboring kingdoms, one of which was Vesterland, and he invited the heir princess Sissel and her little sister Inger to Arendelle to discuss their patronage. Being an avid environmentalist and aspiring scientist, Inger realized the crushing effects the dam would have to the ecosystem of the Enchanted Forest. It would also lead to the extinction/migration of animals, which would deprive Vesterland of food sources. While Runeard knew the negative consequences of what the dam would do to the forest and to Vesterland, as Sissel said, he just didn’t care. This shows just how selfish and uncaring Runeard was about how his actions affected other things and other people, unless it suited himself. Despite Inger’s persistence, Sissel feared speaking up against Runeard, worried that doing so would lead to him punishing their kingdom by preventing them from receiving food, medicine, and other tradable supplies, since he controlled the port. Inger finally managed to talk some courage into Sissel, who agreed to request a new audience and tell Runeard that Vesterland would not contribute in funding the dam’s construction. In doing so, the sisters could have also told other kingdoms that the dam would actually harm, not help, the forest and convince these kingdoms not to help with building it, either.

Without enough funds needed to construct the dam, the project would never get off the ground, and Runeard’s true sinister intentions could have been exposed to outsiders. However, it was seconds later that tragedy struck when Sissel was swept into the nearby river by a flash flood and drowned as Inger looked on helplessly. Inger and Stig Petter, a shepherd boy who was the sole witness to Sissel's death, went to Runeard to report the accident. Even with Sissel dead, Inger would have never stopped fighting to make sure Runeard could not build the dam. Seeing an opportunity to be permanently rid of a vocal opponent of the dam, and to ensure its construction got off the ground, Runeard blackmailed Stig into lying that Inger killed her sister for the crown. If Stig didn’t do it, Runeard said he would tell people Stig helped Inger do it and face imprisonment, or face an even worse punishment. Though Stig tried to stand up for himself by outright telling Runeard he would tell other people about these threats, Runeard laughed scornfully in his face and said that no one would ever believe the word of a poor shepherd against that of a king. This confirms what I have theorized that Runeard thought lowly of shepherds and other such peasants, meaning his bigotry extended to classism. Fearing for his life, Stig relented and testified in court that Inger had murdered her sister, and Runeard then rewarded Stig for his lie with bribe money. Though he used this money to buy a home in the village outside of Harmon and no longer had to be a shepherd, Stig was too ashamed to ever face the outside world again for what his lie had caused. Runeard then sent Inger on a ship to the gallows so she could be hanged.

Being so mad with power and protective of it, Runeard did not even care about his own family. He only wanted a child because he needed a successor to rule Arendelle when he passed away, and he got married because it was the only legal way for him to produce an heir. Furthermore, he married Rita because she was a princess in another kingdom, and he saw marriage to another monarch as just another way to increase his status and power, not to mention using the alliance between their kingdoms to his own advantage. To Runeard, Rita and Agnarr were mere assets to his image and their kingdom instead of people to love. Outside of their own royal ranks, Runeard otherwise saw his wife and son as obligations and burdens for whom he did not want any true responsibility. Having been in an arranged married with Rita, he showed her no love or freedom during the years they were married. While Runeard gave her every kind of material good he thought she could ever want, this was the only kindness (albeit superficial) he showed Rita; all other times, he was cruel, neglectful, and verbally abusive to her and refused to treat her as his equal partner. One of their most infamous disagreements was the fate of Inger following Sissel’s death. Rita believed that Inger was innocent since she had gotten to know both sisters during their visit. But being set on destroying the threat he thought the Northuldra posed to him, Runeard was bound and determined that his plans to construct the dam came to fruition, even if it meant lying and getting rid of innocent bystanders who got in his way. When Rita tried to speak up for Inger in court, he silenced her and sent her to her chambers (and most likely locked her in to keep her from interfering) once she became a liability. With another obstacle to his scheme out of the way, Runeard had Inger wrongfully convicted of murder and sentenced to death. However, when the prison ship that was to carry Inger to the gallows set sail, Inger was not on it. What Runeard didn’t know was that Rita defied him by secretly arranging a way to help Inger escape by paying several men to take her off the ship and giving her safe passage to another.

As the years went by, Rita did find one source of joy from her union with Runeard, that being their son, Agnarr. She spent a lot of time caring for him and playing with him as he grew, and she even made him the puffin doll known as Sir JorgenBjorgen. However, Rita eventually became so depressed from missing her home that she spent all of her time in her room, lying in bed and crying as she pined for the life she left behind. Unable to understand how she could be so sad when she had everything she could ever desire, Runeard grew impatient with her and accused her of being ungrateful. After enduring years of nothing but mistreatment from her husband, and knowing that he would never allow her to leave otherwise, Rita finally broke down and went to the trolls in the Valley of the Living Rock. She begged Pabbie to erase her memories of her marriage and life in Arendelle just so she could have the free will to leave. After Rita vanished, Runeard was unwilling to accept he had been an awful husband and publicly blamed it on evil spirits. He also sought to remove all evidence of Rita's existence by locking away all her things and banishing anyone who would so much as even speak her name.

Besides feeling superior to other people, being king also made Runeard a very self-righteous, delusional person who believed he could never do any wrong. As a result, he refused to ever take responsibility for his own mistakes and problems that occurred in Arendelle and instead took the easy way out by using scapegoats, but particularly magical spirits since magic cannot defend itself. The best example was when Runeard blamed magic for Rita's disappearance since he refused to believe that he alone drove her away. Runeard cultivated undeserved xenophobia towards magic and its users in his kingdom so often that he successfully manipulated his people into doing the same, in which they would blame their own problems on magical spirits and see magic as an evil entity that is only meant to be feared. This shows that he was a direct influence over the kingdom's distrust of magic and anyone with ties to magic for decades, even long after his death.

Though Dangerous Secrets and Polar Nights are the only sources that have provided anything about Rita, albeit only a small bit, what they unveiled about her paints a portrait of a good (as in better than the kind of person her husband was) yet flawed woman. Polar Nights reveals that she took a big risk when she went against Runeard’s orders and secretly helped Inger escape Arendelle to avoid being executed for a crime she never committed. This proves that Rita was a good, kind, selfless woman who believed in doing what was right and helping those in need, especially the innocent. However, Dangerous Secrets shows she had a selfish side since she left Agnarr behind when she fled Arendelle. Though she had wanted to take him with her, she realized that there were too many risks in doing so, not simply for herself, but for him. If she fled into the night with Agnarr, Runeard would hunt them down just to get him back, though it would have out of him not wanting Rita to get away with taking his heir rather than out of genuine concern for Agnarr’s wellbeing. The worst possibility that he would start a war with Rita’s home country and thus endanger many innocent lives, including Agnarr. While some of my closest friends and I argue whether she was selfish or selfless to abandon Agnarr, I see it as both. Yes, it was selfish for her to just up and leave him, but I felt that for those first five years of Agnarr’s life, he was her only motive for staying; in other words, she loved Agnarr so much that she couldn’t bear to not be in his life. Perhaps she also stayed because she wanted to shield him from Runeard as much and as often as she could so that Agnarr’s nature would never be influenced by that of his father. When Rita finally left, however, I believe that she didn’t take Agnarr because by then, she felt inadequate to care for him all by herself. Perhaps she thought she was no longer a good mother to him and thought he was better off without her. While it still sounds selfish of her since she clearly knew Runeard would never be there for their son, maybe she felt Agnarr had a greater chance of living a good life in Arendelle with the good influences of their servants than with her if she abruptly left and dragged him with her into the unknown.

Once Rita was gone, Runeard was left alone with Agnarr. Not wanting to be responsible for his son’s welfare himself, he apparently left him in the care of the staff, at some point assigning him his own personal guard in Lieutenant Mattias. In the little seen of their relationship through Frozen II, its novelization, and Dangerous Secrets, Runeard was just as neglectful and abusive to Agnarr as he was to Rita. He was hardly involved in actually raising him, and whenever he did give Agnarr his attention, he treated him as an official (and expected him to always act as such) rather than a son. When he informed Agnarr that Rita was gone, he lied to him about it, saying she was carried off by evil spirits and wouldn’t come back. Of course, Agnarr spent many nights in his room, crying for his mother and wishing for her to come back. In response, much like he did with Rita when she spent so much time wallowing in grief and homesickness, Runeard was not sympathetic to his son’s grief. He grew annoyed with Agnarr’s continuous weeping and yelled at him for it, presumably telling him things like “Just get over it. She’s never coming back, and crying isn’t going to help.” Although he obviously couldn’t banish Agnarr for mentioning Rita, there is no doubt that Runeard otherwise refused to let him talk about her or let the staff talk about her if Agnarr tried to ask them questions. In doing so, Runeard persistently refused to let Agnarr have any memories of Rita, and if Gerda hadn’t hid away Sir JorgenBjorgen, he would have surely disposed of the toy. Whatever callous, harsh words Runeard told Agnarr then made him repress many of his emotions growing up, which especially came into play when he was thrust into unofficial kinghood following Runeard’s death and Lord Peterssen taught him the “Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let it show” mantra.

When the dam was finally finished, a celebration was held in the forest to in honor of the union between the two groups of people. Once the two groups came together, Runeard flicked Agnarr under the chin and ordered him to stand tall and be regal before telling him to stay with Mattias. Agnarr watched dejectedly as his father walked off with the soldiers and some of the tribe members, knowing Runeard did not want him around and wanted him to act like a prince, not like a child. A short time later, Runeard and Agnarr had their last interaction with each other during which the king harshly scolded his son for wandering off and exploring, then did so again when the latter voiced his fascination with the magic of the forest. Runeard angrily reminded him that magic is not to be admired but feared, and when Agnarr tried to apologize and explain himself, his father callously dismissed him without even saying goodbye. Later in the day, while many of the people were watching a reindeer riding event, the leader of the Northuldra confronted Runeard on his realizations that the dam was hurting the forest instead of helping it. Worrying someone else could overhear, Runeard suggested they meet privately on the fjord to discuss the matter. Once the two men were alone together, the evil king snuck up behind the leader and mercilessly murdered him, all just to prevent him from telling anyone else the truth about the dam. Immediate following the murder, Runeard claimed it was “For Arendelle”, though in reality, it was all just for his own selfish, sinister desires.

Knowing that the Northuldra would eventually discover their leader’s absence, Runeard panicked and diverted suspicion from himself by instigating the war with the tribe. He led his soldiers to believe the Northuldra had betrayed Arendelle and had attacked first. But since Runeard carried out this act on impulse, he showed negligence by not thinking about how his actions would affect everyone else, though at worst, if he did think about it, he obviously did not care. This whole move was his final act of blaming something to avoid taking responsibility for his own sins, and in doing so, he committed several more despicable acts, a few of which were even done posthumously:

His actions caused the two groups to fight meaninglessly, endangering many innocents and causing dozens of casualties on both sides. This undoubtedly proved that Runeard’s obsession with his kingship was so great that he had complete disregard for the lives of others around him and how what he did affected them.

His final act of neglecting Agnarr was putting him in great danger upon starting the war. While Mattias tried to protect him, the prince still got caught in the worst of the battle, ultimately being launched into a boulder and slipping into unconsciousness. Had Iduna not rescued him, Agnarr surely would have died, which would have Runeard’s bloodline entirely.

He indirectly trapped both the surviving Arendellians and Northuldra in a magical mist for decades to come, forcing them all to suffer due to his own xenophobia and wrath.

By painting the Northuldra as traitors who started the battle, Runeard made the Arendellians think that the tribe were a hostile group of people who would attack when/if given the chance, causing their hatred of them to grow to the point that they would kill any Northuldra who came upon the kingdom, forcing Iduna to hide her heritage for most of her life in Arendelle.

The Prince and the Pauper

Despite an unhappy childhood and being forced into early unofficial kinghood, Agnarr grew up to be a good man. This was most likely due to the (short-lived) good influences of his mother, Lieutenant Mattias, and his servants (including Kai and Gerda), and the fact that Runeard was hardly ever involved in raising him in the first place. Shortly after the battle in the Enchanted Forest, Agnarr met and befriended Iduna, who, unbeknownst to him, was Northuldra and the person who helped him escape the forest. By the time they were teens, they had become best friends and then fell in love, though they were worried that the differences in their social classes would keep them from being together forever. As the years grew closer for Agnarr to finally officially ascend to the throne, the council of Arendelle began pressuring him to consider marriage with another royal in order to create a political alliance (which is the kind of marriage his parents had) for the good of the realm. Agnarr felt such a transition would be difficult, as he didn’t think he could love another woman as much as he loved Iduna, and that other women couldn’t compare to her.

By this time, Agnarr had discovered the truth behind his mother’s disappearance. He and Iduna decided to visit the trolls for answers, and they learn from Pabbie that Rita married Runeard only out of duty to her own kingdom, and that she had her memories erased and left when she could no longer live with her homesickness and being trapped in a loveless marriage. Although Agnarr initially feels contempt at the revelation that Rita had left him behind, this quickly turns to sadness when Pabbie explains that she felt that it was the best option for him since there were too many potential bad repercussions if she took him with her.

However, Kai and Gerda had done their homework and discovered there was no law in Arendelle that said its reigning monarch must marry another monarch. They revealed this news to Agnarr and told him that they didn’t want to see him end up like his mother. When Gerda revealed she also saved Sir JorgenBjorgen and returns it to him, Agnarr tearfully looked at the stuffed animal and finally recalled the few happy memories he had of Rita. He believed that if his mother could see him now, she would encourage him to marry Iduna because he loved her, rather than marry a princess just for the good of Arendelle, since he was now at the same crossroads she had been when she had been forced to marry Runeard.

Like I said in “Family Matters”, Agnarr vowed to be a better man, husband, father, and king that his own father had been because of his genuine love for Iduna and from learning that his mother was abused and mistreated by Runeard just as he had been. From what both movies and the rest of Dangerous Secrets reveal, Agnarr managed to make good on that promise, with a lot of help and encouragement from Iduna. While he was surprised upon discovering Elsa was born with magic, he accepted her regardless and saw her as his daughter first rather than simply his heir. Though due to the Arendellians' hostility towards magic, Agnarr decided to keep Elsa's powers subdued and hidden from the kingdom as she was growing up.

After the accident with Anna, Agnarr vowed they would protect Elsa and help her learn to control her powers. Iduna initially questions if separating the girls and locking the gates is a good idea. Agnarr assures her that it will just be temporary, and that he wants to do it to protect the girls from the Arendellians’ potential reaction to Elsa’s magic, especially if they knew she had harmed Anna with it (even though it was a genuine accident). Following ten years of keeping the girls separated and no success in helping Elsa control her magic, Iduna finally reveals her Northuldra heritage to Agnarr and while he is initially shocked, that doesn’t stop him from still loving her. And when she tells him about Ahtohallan and that it might hold the answer to Elsa’s powers, Agnarr does not hesitate in accepting Iduna’s proposition to find it. Him saying, “I would go to the ends of the earth to help her” proved that his love for Elsa was unconditional, despite potential risks.

Although they made mistakes in having Elsa conceal her powers and keeping their daughters separated in struggling to help Elsa, Agnarr and Iduna still had good intentions and did what they thought was best for the girls. They put their daughters before their kingdom, ultimately proving that family truly came first for the former king and queen.

Arendelle: The Next Generation

While Agnarr and Iduna cherished and loved both their daughters, Anna and Elsa had unhappy childhoods since they were five and eight, respectively. Following the accident of almost killing Anna with her magic, Elsa was plagued with post-traumatic stress disorder and struggled to control her powers for 13 years. Likewise, Anna experienced loneliness and longing for Elsa after never being told why they had to be separated. Yet despite being somewhat damaged from their childhoods, Elsa and Anna grew up to be utterly kind, selfless, giving, loving people who care more about others than themselves, making them virtually devoid of all the flaws their grandfather possessed. They never show any true care or obsession for the power or status they possess as monarchs, nor do they see other people as being below them. They accept everyone they meet and treat them as equals rather than inferiors, regardless of their differences, including their servants, people, and even outsiders.

While Elsa has magical powers, both she and Anna share a common strength of unconditional love and a selfless desire to do what is right, especially for the good of others around them. When they discover their grandfather’s true motives for building the dam, they aim do what is right by destroying it to free the cursed mist on the forest. In doing so, they work together to bring a real union of peace between Arendelle and the Northuldra, effectively tarnishing Runeard’s legacy forever.

Final Thoughts

Though all the past and present king and queens of Arendelle were flawed, all of them but Runeard were ultimately good people and benevolent rulers. This makes Runeard stand out from the rest of them, almost like a black sheep (or even like a “big bad black sheep” instead of calling him a big bad wolf 😆). While his descendants do contain some of his flaws, like Anna possibly inheriting some of his extreme stubbornness, it’s clear that they otherwise nothing like him, and the good in them was passed down from their parents and Rita (and most likely Iduna’s own deceased parents).

In summary, for every effort he made to heighten the sovereignty of his reign, protect his power, and obliterate the Northuldra, Runeard’s reckless actions ultimately were his undoing. He got himself killed, almost got his son killed, and put Arendelle in danger due to an architectural oversight (the dam was built on the very fjord where Arendelle sits). Furthermore, Runeard also caused his worst fears to become reality, since his son married not a princess but a Northuldran (the very race he hated and wanted to eliminate) and had two children, the oldest of whom was born with magic (the very thing Runeard detested most), who rectified his crimes and formed a true alliance with their people and the Northuldra.

First image here is a fan art of the first Arendellian royal family, made by my dear friend @greatqueenanna. 

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Zuri's Declassified University Survival Guide

This is a post about survival tips in university (undergraduate), especially if you're an international student living alone in a different country in this circumstance. I will be adding onto this later on if there's something I want to add, so keep an eye out for update reblogs of this I guess.

General Tips:

it's okay to make mistakes. you are here to learn and grow. no one is perfect, especially in the first and second year of their studies. those are mandatory experimental years. you're not expected to get magically mature and perfect when you get to university (or college for you americans). be kind to yourself and analyse your mistakes instead of beating yourself over them.

don't bother too much about your wardrobe. just wear whatever's comfortable. you might think people care but no one does. more than half of the people at campus will be in sweats or pyjamas and if someone IS dressed up, they're probably arts kids or business majors and they're the ones with the least workload (yes i am dissing you guys I've seen your workloads stop lying).

put yourself in uncomfortable social situations. yes i said that. the only reason i somewhat learnt to make small talk and learnt to talk to strangers is because I go to every single social event that I can. it's not necessary to make friends in all of them. just talk to people, exchange contacts, laugh while the event lasts even if you never see them again. this is how you survive in the lonely dorm life. and if you make an actual good friend? amazing! it paid off. even if it didn't you'll probably network and build rapport and have acquaintances from different majors.

if you're an ethnic minority, don't be afraid. I cannot stress this enough. don't be afraid to be there and take up space. you are there because you deserve to be and qualified. sure, it sucks at times because a good amount of people won't interact with you because you're 'different' but the international students will and trust me they're the coolest bunch to be friends with (I have 0 such friends so far). most times you will have to take the initiative to talk and sometimes they won't respond or worse flat out ignore you but don't let that get you down. just don't interact with them again. the world is big. not everyone will like you and accept you. find the ones that will.

eggs and milk are your best friend. a glass of milk everyday and 2 eggs. make that a staple. eggs are also very versatile for recipes. more on that in the recipes section. also yoghurt. a smol cup of yoghurt everyday too and nuts whenever you can buy them.

always have a few pack of instant noodles at home. sometimes you have deadlines or you forgot to cook or need a quick dinner because there's so much to do and you didn't get groceries. always keep them in stock. they're a quick fix for food. I'm not promoting them for frequent dinner but it's better than starving. just eat the noodles man. there's already so much shit to keep track of just eat the damn noodles.

incorporate veggies into everything food. they're good for you. if you're like me and don't like veggies, experiment with different recipes and find the one you like best. one good way is fried rice or rice with mushrooms, veggies, and meat in the rice cooker (I don't own a rice cooker when I'm writing this). just eat your veggies and thank me later. if you don't wanna cut them up, get a pack of frozen veggies. it's better than nothing. baby steps.

meal plan. if I don't plan my entire week's food on sunday night, I do it the night before for the next day. eat out as less as you can. homemade is better even if you're a horrible cook. practice makes perfect and you'll be grateful for learning a few basic cooking skills along with your degree later on. cooking your own food also gives you the liberty to add more veggies or save money.

treat yourself to stuff sometimes. yes you deserve it even if you don't meet your goals. you're trying. be kind to yourself. get that boba.

study everything done the week by that week's weekend. do the day's content that same day and don't lag behind. utilise reading week and read. don't slack off please I'm begging you. I'll even get on my knees if I have to.

you're gonna miss home and it sucks. yes you will be having your fourth mental breakdown of the week on a wednesday night and you will be alone or hiding under the blanket as your roommate is asleep. you're gonna have to tough it out soldier. I see you and I feel you. it gets easier with time and when you're doing better, you'll feel relieved for toughing through. it's so lonely sometimes and it sucks but it's worth the pain. don't lose hope.

seniors are your friends. they will give you forbidden knowledge for free. from hidden places with good food or convenience things or just life advice exclusive to your institute, they have it all. they're also generally very friendly so don't be afraid to interact with them.

annoy the living hell out of your professor during office hours if need be and utilise the student help room for help. your tutors will be happy to help you so don't be shy to ask for help. they will appreciate you coming to them, trust me. as for your professor, they're lonely people. go to office hours if you need to, chat, ask them what you need. they'll appreciate your presence and happily help you.

the security guards and cleaning staff will be witnesses to your worst states (freshly out of bed or haven't showered in 2 days) but they don't care. they're just happy to be of service and have you around. be kind to them. greet them whenever you pass by.

sometimes coffee is bad.

if your classes start at noon or later, get an hour of exercise in the morning at around 8 or 9 am. the serotonin that will hit you will be unreal. trust me.

make local friends. they're cool people and friendly and very helpful and accommodating. I may be biased but it's true.

being a student helper, student tutor, or a research assistant looks good on your resume and helps you win more scholarships.

put headphones on when in public if you don't want to end up talking to someone you might bump into. it works.

your body also has rights. treat it with care. don't abuse it. nourish it. you should take care of your body like you would a loved one. feed it good things, clean it everyday, and so on. when you feel good by taking care of yourself, you still do better and feel more confident. wash your hair with a set schedule and use good products.

make your wardrobe easier. hang your usual shirts and maybe wear the one in front each day, the previous day's being hung in the back or in the laundry basket. it saves time.

there's no shame in not having stuff. I still don't own a proper laundry basket it all goes into an IKEA bag. you live in a dorm, not a house. sometimes not having every single kind of furniture or accessory isn't bad. don't compare your setup to others. if it's convenient, clean, and homey, it's good. you don't need those expensive lights or those expensive posters to make it seem cool. what you have and what you may collect among the way is enough.

notes on paper are better than laptop or ipad

take breaks. be kind to yourself. it is you for yourself. treat yourself with love.

manage your time by designating time blocks to a certain task. it might not always work but it will help create some discipline in the routine.

having a set everyday routine helps. you don't have to think what to do, thus saving you brain power.

use a semester planner for deadlines and important information. it's useful. I highly recommend. I also have a template if anyone wants.

write down your thoughts, what's bothering you, your feelings, everything on a piece of paper or journal at the end of the day. it'll help process your emotions and you won't have to let the thoughts and emotions fester inside you, slowly simmering and coming to a boil. remember, you are your best friend.

Recipes to help you stay afloat (they're all quick and easy dw):

right off the bat I want to say boiled jasmine rice with sunny side up eggs. you drizzle a pinch of salt onto the yolk, break it over the rice, mix it with the rice and eat it and it's just *chef's kiss*. definitely a comfort food and a very easy quick dinner.

a lot of these I found while scrolling through instagram and some are from when I was trying to lose weight. hope they're helpful!

oyakodon

one pot rice cooker rice with veggies

veggie and meat single serve in one pot

chicken wrap (primarily for weight loss I think)

chicken gyros (this guy makes amazing food)

minced meat weight loss meal prep

chickpeas (chana masala. this shit is bussin i swear)

something tomato + onion + egg

one pot veggie rice (recommended)

chicken shawarma (not dorm friendly cooking but looks delicious)

egg sandwich in one pan

potato marraka (THIS IS SO GOOD)

one pot rice cooker with meat and veggies

daal

chicken and rice

pizza style chicken wrap

five different chicken marinades for meal prep

one pot biryani

takeout style egg fried rice

rice cooker carbonara

one pot yoghurt curry chicken rice

weight loss chicken shawarma

healthier mac and cheese

chicken fajita

chicken tikka masala crunch tacos

one pan braised eggs

air fryer garlic bread pizza

another veggie and rice in rice cooker

fried rice recipe

hainanese inspired chicken rice in rice cooker

tomato orzo(?)

creamy tomato pasta

tomato and egg rice

mushroom sauce (can be eaten with rice)

creamy tomato tortellini

grilled cheese sandwich

#yes im referring to ned's declassified school survival guide #damn i miss that show #this is more for myself than anyone else #i got to compile all the recipes with this as an excuse nice #anyway hope this helped #i know I'm a yandere writing blog but i can also be helpful sometimes #zuri's declassified university survival guide #took me 2 hours but meh #college tips #university tips

[windwheeler-aster]

please, let me just take care of you

summary: your busy-bee of a partner suddenly gets sick, but is a little stubborn to accept your doting and care giving right away

masterlist

pairings (separate): mona, sucrose, and albedo x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), is in a relationship with the characters mentioned, and reader is not traveler

word count: 578 words~ per section (2 mins each~)

genre: romance, reverse hurt/comfort

format: one shot

warnings: descriptions of characters being sick (no vomit or anything) and characters (mona) being anxious to get back to work

a/n: currently twirling my hair and kicking my feet while thinking about taking care of my s/o whilst there sick💖 hope you enjoy this💖

Mona feels unproductive while she’s stuck in bed with a cold. She always does whenever she’s sick, but especially now. 

Because right now, you’re bustling around in her poor excuse of a kitchen, making her a soup. Ever since she described her symptoms to you this morning, you’ve taken on the role as Mona’s personal nurse. You waited on her beck and call, serving her fresh, warm meals that surely cost you something. And you’re ever so sweet to her, giving her sweet smiles and making light conversation with Mona so her sick brain isn’t overwhelmed. 

And she hates it. 

Not because she hates you, but more so that she hates that she is being forced to rest. Rent’s due sometime soon, and she barely has enough for it. She knows Goth’s patience is wearing thin, and she can’t afford any other place in Mondstadt as of now. Mona needs to work, making mora through the many side jobs she’s picked up from the Adventurer’s Guild. She absolutely cannot be resting right now, you don’t understand—

“Mona, you better be back in bed when I turn around,” you called from the kitchen, your voice carrying to the front entrance, where Mona was now frozen in place. “I just made some chicken noodle soup for you, so you better be resting like I asked you to.”

She faltered, but relented and went back to bed. “You don’t have to do that, dear.”

You brought her soup with a smile. “I want to, though.”

Mona looked at you, her lips thinning out into a tight frown. “Why?”

“Because I love you?”

“Oh. Well,” her cheeks had turned a pretty pink now, “you don’t need to do this for me, dear. I’ve gotten by just fine before, I really don’t need to rest or stay in bed all day. So, please, just let me—”

“No.”

“No, dear, you don’t understand. I need to complete the—”

You shook your head again. “Mona, what you ‘need’ is to rest so you can be better later. I’m just trying to make sure my girlfriend is taken care of, alright?” you sighed and looked at her once more. “Please don’t be mad at me. I know that you need some mora, and I’ve told you multiple times—”

“You aren’t paying my rent,” Mona snapped, her tone more angry than she meant it to.

“I basically live here.”

“...No comment.”

You chuckled, which made Mona smile reluctantly.

“Alright, babe. Whatever you say,” you tell her. “How about I run a few errands for you? Just so you don’t get overwhelmed by tasks when you’re feeling good enough to do side jobs. Is that alright?”

Mona looked at you, analysing your features. No hidden intent, no mischievous smile. Just her cute partner, being as sincere as you can be in this moment. Nothing to indicate that you’ll hold this above her in the future. 

As if they ever would, she snapped at herself as she met your loving gaze.

She sighed. “Alright. But you better come back in one piece, my dear. It would be a shame if I had no one to take care of me.”

You kissed her temple, causing Mona to blush quite hard. “Of course, Mona.”

She was in shock for a moment, silently screaming and clutching her head in her hands at the loving action. Mona blames it on her illness for making her so flustered. As if she didn’t react like that every time you touched her, no matter how long you two had been together.

She heard the door open and snapped up, quick to yell her adorations to you in her signature fashion.

“I love you!” she stammered out, blushing a deep red when she heard the sounds of Mondstadt driftting in. “Be back soon, please.”

“Anything for you, babe!” you shout back, blowing her a kiss that sent her under the covers, flustered beyond belief. “Rest up, my star!”

And as the door shut behind you, Mona clutched her head under the blankets as her face grew impossibly warm. 

If it’s not this stupid sickness that’ll kill me, it’ll be them, she thinks.

Time management has never been one of Sucrose’s strengths.

Like sand in an hourglass, time slipped by her quickly. Sucrose didn’t mind though, as she found her work enjoyable. She got lost in conducting experiments and writing lab reports, passion and coffee being the only things that fuel her to work. 

But whilst in the middle of her work, Sucrose often forgets to take care of herself. She began to favor coffee over sleeping, staying extra late at the lab so she could complete some “last minute” work before she went home. The lunches you packed for her were left forgotten in her office until the next day, the smell being so pungent she could smell it the moment she enters the room. And don’t even try to ask Sucrose when was the last time she drank water, because she doesn’t know the answer herself.

With these working conditions Sucrose put herself through, it was only inevitable for her to get sick. 

You had to drag her back into bed when she tried to go to work, stuffed up nose and weary eyed. She was insistent that she was fine, despite the snot that threatened to dribble out of her nose. But after a convincing offer of some well deserved rest and relaxation, Sucrose reluctantly agreed.

“M’fine,” she grumbled, squinting up at you in bed. “Don’t worry about me.”

You felt her forehead and chewed your lip in worry. “You’re hot.”

Sucrose pulled the covers up to her head, whining beneath the covers. “Don’t tease me when I’m sick!” You saw her pretty amber eyes and smirked. “Stop that!”

“Oh, you know I didn’t mean it that way,” you frowned. But then you perked up and grinned, “but I will say, you do look really—“

“Ah! That’s enough out of you,” Sucrose interjected, furrowing her brows.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you cooed. You bent down and hugged her through the covers. “I’m just speaking the truth, y’know?”

“Argh, cut it out! My brain’s all mushy gushy already,” she complained. “Don’t need you to make me all mushy and gushy, too.”

You chuckled. “Alright, alright. I’ll go easy on ya, deal?”

Sucrose let the covers down to her chin and nodded. Her face was flushed pink. She shuddered underneath the covers and bundled up more, making your heart tighten. Poor thing, is all you can think as you caress her cheek.

Sucrose nuzzled into your hand, her eyelashes fluttering close. “Mm, honey?”

“Yes?”

“You’re… you’re not mad at me, right?”

You frowned. “Mad at you? Angel, what for?”

Sucrose looked away from you and mumbled, “For not taking care of myself. I know you have better things to do—”

“—than take care of my sick girlfriend? Nonsense.” You leaned down and gave her temple a quick peck. “Don’t fret your pretty little head over that, angel. Now, get some sleep for me, okay?”

Sucrose nodded slowly, turning over to sleep on her preferred side. “Okay. I’ll try.”

You smiled and got up to leave, already planning some sort of dish that could help Sucrose feel better.

“Wait!”

You turned around and looked at her. Sucrose had sat up in bed quickly, still clutching onto the covers of your shared bed. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for doing all this,” she said. “And… and I love you, a lot.”

Your heart sped up quickly, urging you to run over to her and kiss her all over her cute face. But instead, you take a deep breath and lean on the door’s frame for a moment. 

“I love you a lot, too, Sucrose. Now, get some rest.”

Time and time again, Albedo tried to reassure you that he couldn’t get sick. He’s made out of limestone, for goodness sake! There is no way he could possibly be ill, Dragonspine’s freezing weather conditions be damned. So, really, there is absolutely no reason to worry your pretty little head over your boyfriend.

Until there is, in the form of Albedo greeting you with a pair of rosy cheeks and a sniffy nose after spending a week in Dragonspine alone. 

He’s more than aware that his current state is… quite pitiful, safe to say. As soon as he landed on your doorstep, you practically cradled him into your arms and swaddled him in blankets. The whole experience was infantilizing and slightly frustrating, as Albedo kept wanting to assure you he would be fine. Though, he would like to secretly admit that this feeling of being pampered wasn’t too bad, after all.

“Good morning, love,” you greeted from the doorway to your shared bedroom. You nudged the door open with your foot, smiling bright when you saw your boyfriend snuggled up into bed, begrudgingly.

“Good morning,” he mumbled. He raised his brow at the tray you carried. “What’s that?”

You sat down, gently, on the bed and placed it on Albedo’s lap, once he sat up. “Your breakfast. I made sure to make you something that’ll warm you up from the inside out.”

He gave you a strange look, as though he was analysing your actions. It almost made your heart sink.

“What’s that look for?” you asked, sheepishly.

Albedo blinked and then blushed, suddenly realising he was caught up in staring at you. “Sorry. I was just expecting a cheeky ‘I told you so.’”

“Oh,” you sighed, furrowing your brow as you recounted the many times you nagged at him to stay warm whilst away in Dragonspine. “Well, believe it or not, I’m not as petty as you think I am.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

You pecked his cheek and smiled. “I know. Don’t worry about silly things like that, alright? I want you to rest up and feel better, love.”

“I’ll try.”

You gave him a warning look.

“I will,” he corrected himself, quickly. “I’ll rest after I eat breakfast.”

You smiled, titling your head up in victory. “Good. Now, I’ll just be in the other room. If you need anything, just call me. Okay, Albedo?”

He nodded, his focus now on pushing his food around on the plate. “Yes, dear. Thank you for this meal.”

“Anything for you, my love,” you winked at him. “Now, eat up. You need all the energy you can get.”

thank you for reading 💖 all forms of interaction to my posts are appreciated 💖

#wheeler's works #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin one shots #genshin x reader one shots #mona x reader #sucrose x reader #albedo x reader #albedo hurt/comfort #mona hurt/comfort #sucrose hurt/comfort #romance #reverse hurt/comfort

[frozensunflowersandlilies]

Arendelle Castle Rooms: Part 6 | Analysis

Frozen Fever rooms covered in part 5. So now we move to Olaf's Frozen Adventure. We begin with Kristoff's barn, then the council chambers and next, Elsa and Anna's parents room.

1. Kristoff's barn

(ref: Kristoff making stew in 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure' | End of 'Frozen')

It's really lovely to see Kristoff having his own barn in his future wife's or at this stage, current girlfriend's home. It's really sweet and welcoming bearing in mind it's been only 5 months since the events of Frozen. And this barn is on the left side of the castle because as Kristoff leaves the barn, you can see the view of the entrance of the main castle building and the inside right hand corner as seen above.

And now we can finally move onto the rooms featured in Frozen 2.

2. The council chambers

(ref: Concept art | Hans lies to the council about Anna's death in 'Frozen' | "Into the unknown" in 'Frozen 2' | "I am with you" on YouTube | End of "Into the unknown" in 'Frozen 2')

The room where council meetings and the Queen's formal parties take place. The room where Hans lied to the Duke of Wellington and the others about Anna dying in his arms.

In Frozen 2 we see the return of the room when Elsa sings "Into the unknown". However there are major furniture changes to it, most being barely any. Also new paintings of the new family and of her old family have been hung up in the room.

In a song on YouTube, there's a song released 3, years called "I am with you" where Olaf writes to Elsa showing us how much he misses her. And when Olaf sends his letter to gale to give to Elsa he steps on the balcony - But! - There is an error here because the balcony is of the room below, not of the conference room. The concept art of the conference room above, shows what the balcony of the room looks like. We can also see the two paintings featured on Frozen 2 behind Olaf, of the room he's in.

At the end of the song when Elsa unleashes the crystals of the four elemental spirits waking them up (along with the rest of Arendelle lol), Anna wakes up and looks out to witness these crystals in the air. But there seems to be a continuity error somewhere. The background behind Anna, brightened up, is of the bedroom they were in but the balcony doesn't match as I analyse is below. Instead the balcony looks more like a combination of the one in the conference room and their parents room; the structure/ length and the panels of the window of the balcony matches their parents room and and the pillars on the side of it match that of the conference room. Animators probably wanted to show Anna looking out from their parents bedroom window because she was sleeping in that room but they probably forgot the pillars in front of the balcony lol.

So swap Olaf's and Anna's balcony and rooms and they'll match up.

Then we have the balcony Elsa in on, in "Into the unknown" (due to the image limit I can't show you in this post unfortunately - see part 9/ the final part for full construction of it all). The balcony windows look different and the pillars aren't identical but in general it's very close. So I believe that the design of that balcony is a continuity error and that it's actually the same balcony we first see Elsa on in the second (full length) movie. There's a particular painting behind them in both balcony scenes that match up. That painting and the two new paintings of the family are hung up in the council chambers room. Other evidence that shows the two balconies are the same room is that on Elsa's right side when standing on the balcony, you can see the cliffs of Arendelle.

I have located where the council chambers room is in the castle, and it's on the east side of the castle.

3. Elsa and Anna's parents room

(ref: "Some things never change" in 'Frozen 2' | Elsa and Anna in their parents room in 'Frozen 2' | End of 'Frozen')

About this room, we know that Elsa and Anna's room have one triangular window and that their room structures are the same as each other's. Yet this room has the same door pattern and wallpaper pattern, even the bed heading pattern as Elsa's. Yet the location of this is the east side of the castle and the windows are rectangular. So I've come to the conclusion that this is their parents room but Elsa moved to their parents room. This is the first time we see Agnarr and Iduna's bedroom so we don't know if the patterns of their room were always the same as Elsa's. At the beginning of Frozen 2, we see Elsa on the balcony and the room seems to be the same given the door so we can say this balcony with the triangular roof goes with their parents room. The windows also match up. And seeing close-ups of the front of the castle, the balcony structure is exactly the same as the one in the circled image the windows also match up too. That would mean that their parents room is directly below Anna's room. However, the back of the castle is almost identical to the front. It could be that the parents room is at the back but I don't think so because one, as king and Queen they wouldn't want a back view of Arendelle but rather the front where they can their people too, two because when Elsa was born her room was made below theirs and when Anna came along she was in that room too and finally, because when Elsa looks out in "Somethings never change", she sees the bridge between her castle and the kingdom which is at the front of the castle.

In a book, it confirms that Elsa was living in her parents room instead of her own one. In 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure (OFA)' , it doesn't show either one of the sisters rooms, except for Anna's but very briefly and with continuity issues as explained in part 1 of these breakdowns. In 'Frozen Fever', which despite releasing before 'OFA', is canon to be set a year after 'Frozen', we do see Anna's room in a better view. In the Short, we learn that Anna still sleeps in her room, and at the end of the short we see Elsa does too as Anna feeds her a cold remedy. But in 'Frozen 2', Elsa is in her parents room so it's probably that after Anna's birthday she felt something was missing, and missed her parents more and moved to her parents room. Though I don't think she would have moved her bed or changed the wallpaper or the door but I think that it was just to make it clear to us, the viewers that she's in that room now.

Now for the other rooms in part 7.

#frozen 3 #frozen 2 #frozen #ofa #olaf's frozen adventure #frozen fever #olaf #gale #I am with you #disney frozen #disney

[factorialsotherfandoms]

QSMP x XCOM AU, finally some plot! (Though you'll have to wait for the plot in this one to get explained...) (Kinda suprised I got this done. Entirely uneditted as I'm leaving in 10 minutes)

This is still pretty early. Post Pac&Mike, pre-Cellbit. Infact, you may see Cellbit referenced a little... Jaiden, Bad, Foolish, Fit, and Philza explore a Federation Facility they were lead to by mysterious coordinates found tucked into a hidden supply cache...

TW: major character injury, background character death, corpses, violence

(Chapter 1/2, idk when 2 will be done but all the mission is contained here)

Following coordinates left by a spy of unknown origin is a fool’s errand, but then Foolish /has/ been assigned to the mission. Said sniper has taken it upon himself to distract Bad at every opportunity possible, and so Jaiden has stolen his command.

She presses on ahead, scouting the paths and signalling for people to follow. The low hills they arrived on give way to a road, and that is where she pauses.

3 fingers - an order to wait.

Fit crouches behind a fence, careful to make sure his grenade launcher is hidden, and squints for what she saw.

“Two guards and a sectoid,” she murmurs, Foolish hops down and into earshot. “Chances are as soon as we hit them, there will be alarms.”

“Can we sneak around?” Fit asks.

He is not against triggering the alarms and making some horrific noise, but they are here to investigate primarily. Tripping the security immediately… It’s a good way for any clues to get blown up.

Fit would know.

Blowing shit up is usually his job.

“We could try?” Jaiden chews on her lip. “But they seem to be going up and down the train tracks. Can’t see the building yet, if there even is one.”

“We should be fine,” Bad shakes his arms down a little, adjusting his grip. “Take them out fast, don’t let them call for help? A little surprise for them?”

“Up I go, then! Later!” Foolish is already crossing the road to a nearby petrol station, scrambling up to the roof.

They give him a moment to get into place, all analysing the terrain. Standard practice would be to have most of the group line up their shots, then Jaiden to distract the enemies by running straight in. As soon as they duck out of cover to deal with her…

Well Fit’s weapons are /messy/, but the others are all damned good shots.

Jaiden waits for everyone to confirm they are ready, then leaps out of her hiding spot. The Feds and their pet all turn their attention to her, stepping out of their cover to greet her.

It is their mistake.

One guard is down before it hears the gunfire, the other just as it turns to look. The sectoid tries to bolt, causing Philza’s bullet to only graze its shoulder, only for Jaiden to slice through its throat as it does. 

A shot from Foolish’s rifle puts an end to the other.

Fit checks for more danger, and sees none. Beyond the trees he can see what looks like factory smoke - likely their target. To the left, right, and behind is clear, leaving only onwards.

“All clear,” he tells them, and starts moving on.

Only to turn and realise everyone has frozen.

“Guys?” he asks.

Bad breaks out of it first, shaking his head, “ah, muffins.”

Fit tilts his head in a question.

“The Assassin,” Bad taps at his head. “Didn’t you hear her?”

Fit shakes his head, “not a thing.”

The others shake off the effect too, frowning at one another.

“Well,” it’s Jaiden who tilts her head. “If she doesn’t want us here specifically, that means we’re on track, right?”

“Right,” Philza nods. “And she’s still a bit off, yet; Niki mentioned good scrubland for landing around the back, just too close to be subtle, so it’s probably where she arrived too.”

“Did you train in the Wastelands to not get this bullshit or something?” Foolish asks. “Because, damn, not hearing her would be good.”

Fit looks at Philza.

Philza looks back.

“Something like that,” Fit says. “Takes too long to teach anyone, though.””

“Guys, let’s just get on with this,” Jaiden stretches. “She’s here now; we deal with her if she gets close. Just like always, right?”

“Yup!” Bad has Ghostie shift modes, his robot now joining Philza’s crow in keeping watch. “Let’s not give them time to sort their muffins into line.”

The rest agree, falling into formation, and Fit still is not entirely sure what they heard, but… 

Well, if it was important, Philza would have said. 

---

Beyond the treeline is a railway track, and beyond the track is a building made of concrete and steel. The emblem of the Federation sits proudly on the front, clearly marking out their target. Unlike city facilities it has no main front door, only two small side ones.

And outside of it are crates upon crates, scattered and stacked up. Every crate has a metal frame, but some sort of clear plastic reveals the green glow inside. On the sidings of the railway tracks is a flatbed cargo carriage, also stacked up with them, but those ones have a tarp pulled over to hide the worst of the glow.

And inside each and every crate, there is a perfectly intact human form.

“The fudge,” Fit breathes out.

He is not the only one, the group quiet and faces grim.

Hesitantly, Philza approaches the closest of the exposed crates. He kneels besides them, his Crow sat atop and looking down. He frowns as he looks first at his bird, and then at the screen giving him readouts from it.

And then he is still, very still, just quietly breathing and eyes skimming text as his Crow hops between the stacks of crates, taking readings both for records and Philza’s consumption.

Breathe in, breathe out; Philza is rarely so quiet.

It is… concerning.

Fit kneels beside him, listening to the others shuffle and looking at his old friend.

“Phil?” he asks.

“Dead,” Philza doesn’t even look up from the screen on his glove. “All of them are dead.”

Fit stands again, looking over the crates. If this many are stacked outside…

“And the goo?” Jaiden asks.

Philza shakes his head, and Foolish shrugs. Now he looks properly, Fit can see that they both also look a little shaken.

“We’re too late,” Jaiden replies. “All these people…”

“We’d need to run samples, but I think… I think we found the missing civilians.”

“Fudge, Max!” Bad turns sharply to Foolish.

“Max…?” Foolish replies. “Oh, fuuuuuck. Fuck, okay, we’ll just… You break it gently to him, alright?”

“Do you think we could…?” Jaiden starts, before shaking her head. “There’s too many of them.. I…”

“Take a moment,” Fit advises, knowing that, of the five of them, only he and Philza have much experience with the sort of tortures that the Federation call ‘science’. “We can’t help these people, but we can stop the fuckers taking anyone else. Breathe through it, and get fucking angry.”

Jaiden curls in on herself, while what little of Bad’s face can be seen is grim. Foolish is the one who takes the advice to heart, kicking at one of the low walls. Fit and Philza keep watch; everyone has known civilians dying before, hell the sanctuaries have been attacked often enough. But that is in fire and blood and anger, while these…

These crates, the putting of every corpse into it’s own storage container of goo, nearly piled outside a facility presumably for some sort of processing…

Well, it takes a few minutes, the first time. Emotions should be processed later, but you gotta get them into the boxes somehow.

But they do not have minutes, only seconds, because more trouble will arrive soon enough

Philza is the one to break the quiet, taking a deep breath and looking inwards to the group once again. “We need to-”

Whatever he was about to say, he cuts himself off as he drops to his knees. Above him, right where his neck had been, a long sword swipes through the air. As it does, an arm - a torso, a head - flicker into vision.

Purple skinned, hair pulled back, armour in red and black, two swords - Assassin.

“Good reflexes,” she twitches her head as she speaks, lips pulled in a mockery of - or maybe attempt at - a smile. "I had hoped your kind would never stumble across this facility, you know? Some things are best left unknown. But, now you have seen it… I cannot permit you to leave. Prepare yourselves."

As if.

Philza glances over, and Fit catches his eye. It’s a little dark but, while the Assassin talks about how wonderful it will be to kill them all, he nods.

Fit adjusts his gun.

Philza pulls a knife from his toolbelt.

It isn’t a combat knife, not really, but it still cuts flesh well as Philza sinks it into the Assassin’s ankle. He darts back, and Fit knows how this goes.

He opens fire.

The Assassin cuts off her words at the storm of bullets, a nasty hit to the shoulder as she jumps over the fence and into cover. Jaiden follows, cursing out her opponent with knife in hand.

Mud is kicked up and into Jaiden’s eyes, blinding her - and the following Foolish - just long enough for the Assassin to pull out her cloaking device.

Fit cannot fire, not with his allies so close, but Bad can. A shot from the rifle lands squarely in the Assassin’s back right as she fades from view.

“FUCK!” Jaiden yells. “Shit! Where is she?!”

The answering laughter echoes around.

“Is she gone?” Foolish asks. “Wait, no, she’s not gone. Stay close.”

Even though he knows that he will never see her coming, Fit still keeps glancing from side to side. His skin crawls with eyes on his back, the very familiar sensation of being hunted down his spine. Philza looks just as edgy, eyes a little wild as he presses against Fit’s good side.

The five form a circle, all looking out, guns ready for trouble when it comes.

And they wait.

And they wait.

And they wait, until Bad sighs and shifts his gun a little.

“She isn’t coming,” he says. “She’s waiting for us to be distracted.”

“Do we wait for her to get bored? Or press on?” Jaiden is equally as shifty, eyes narrowed as she looks arond.

“She doesn’t get bored,” Philza’s voice is a little distant. “If we wait, they’ll just bring more of the fuckers in.”

And that’s damned the problem, isn’t it?

All five pairs of eyes turn to the door, and then at everybody else. They need to enter, they know they need to, but with the Assassin in play… It’s a fucking death trap.

Fit looks at his companions again.

He is about to offer, when Jaiden nods, and pushes back her shoulders.

“I’ll go,” she says, already pulling out her sword. “Foolish?”

Foolish cocks a pistol, “always.”

The two of them enter, side by side. Fit positions himself behind them, ready for them to slip to either side of the door and allow him to fire on whatever is within. Foolish does, firing a few rounds from his pistol. Jaiden… sort of does, jumping over some scattered technology and charging an enemy out of sight.

Fit, however, cannot see whatever problem they have seen; he makes sure that Philza is keeping an eye out for threats from the outside, and also presses on in.

First assessment - threats. Three MECs, standing in some sort of algae-coloured water. Four Federation Guards to the right, one senior two with stun batons. Two sectoids and another guard to the left, Jaiden already there with sword in one hand, rifle in the other, and sparring all three at once.

Second assessment - location. Copper and brass looking technology, glowing in sickly green. There are walkways around the edge of a pool of tainted water, and the back wall consists of hundreds upon hundreds of giant tubes. Each is filled with glowing green.

Each contains a human corpse.

Third assessment - next action. Even if Jaiden somehow cannot manage two sectoids and a guard, an automatic fire submachine gun is not going to help her there. The other guards are A Problem, but MECs? MECs are his specialty.

The best cover he is getting is the sheet metal serving as a bannister for the walkway - MECs don’t care, not with small-scale rocket launchers, and those Guards are busy coming closer anyway. He hefts the gun onto the railing - he can support it himself, especially with the prosthetic, but he likes having knees - and lets loose.

Somewhere behind him, the door closes. Bad’s Ghostie drifts over, stunning the MEC not caught in the hail of bullets, while Fit hears the very familiar sound of a grenade exploding somewhere near the group of four guards. He does not have the luxury of protecting his own back, but they will all have to do.

“Do not touch the liquid!” Bad calls the group as Ghostie swoops back to him. “It eats flesh!”

Jaiden seems to take that warning as inspiration, because right after she yells “got it!”, one of the sectoids is flipped over the railing, and sent screaming into it.

It’s not an acid, any acid working that fast would surely damage at least the paintwork on the MECs, but it’s fucking grim. Something enzyme based? Fit’s seen some people try that sort of shit in the Wasteland, but never get it to work.

Might be, might not be; that’s not really Fit’s job.

He knows that some of the Order - Maxo, mostly, though Missa has been convinced to carry them too - do fancy shit with bluescreen bullets and EMP grenades. Fit, though? Fit likes to do this the old fashioned way. Just filling the fuckers full of lead.

Highly specialised, sharpened lead, designed to tear through metal with even more ease than flesh, but lead nonetheless.

He takes one down, dives under cover to avoid the small rockets another fires at him, and takes a smattering of shrapnel to the arm. He wears proper armour unlike some people he could mention, and it’s far enough away that it does not cut all the way through, but it certainly leaves scorch marks across the fabric.

It is nothing that accounts for how, as he stands, Philza screams, “Fit! Look out!”

Fit turns, and sees nothing; both MECs are reloading, the sectoids are dead and the guards are engaged. Maybe a late call about the rockets, but-

A cold chill runs down his spine.

“Your training fails you,” a voice whispers in his ear. He turns, catching the eyes of the Assassin as her cloaking device flickers off. He grabs at her, twisting himself away.

Cold, hard steel punctures through his armour.

He does not look. Fit does not look, but he can feel how her sword enters his back just below his ribs, curving up and escaping just after the next one.

One, two, three.

Waiting for the pain to kick in, Fit takes careful breaths around the blade. He’s survived worse. He’s survived worse. They’ve fought her off before. There are potions and medics right there. Don’t panic, do not panic, panic and you die.

And then the rips out the blade.

The agony hits, and Fit drops to his knees, pressing his hands to the wounds and gasping for air.

It hurts, it hurts, it /hurts!

“Take comfort,” she whispers to him, wiping his blood from her blade, “for there is dignity in death to a superior opponent.”

Fit closes his eyes.

A clash of steel.

From the floor he struggles them open again. 

Foolish is between him and the Assassin, her blades caught on his pistols. Jaiden, sprinting over, slashes down her back and the fight moves away.

“Phil!” Foolish yells. “And you, bitch, get away from him!”

With his assailant distracted and a bleeding tear through his chest, Fit pushes himself backwards, behind a counter. Worse place to fire from, but better cover. He runs on instinct, blood pooling inside him and leaving a trail across the floor. Hide, heal, get safe - he’s had worse, he’s had fucking worse, just fucking breathe.

(Or don’t because, shit, he has no idea how to tell if she caught his lung).

Moments later, Philza’s Crow stumbles a landing beside him. He can see the splash potion already prepared, the pink liquid in the throat of the robotic bird.

He lifts a hand, letting it apply it to the front, before shifting just enough to apply it to the back. Almost immediately the numbing component takes effect; now the burning is gone, he collapses once again. He can hear Foolish swearing as he fights, Bad answering just as instinctively, the clang of sword-on-sword, and the steady fire of either Bad or Philza’s rifle as the other enemies are kept at bay.

It’s Bad’s; as the weapon is still firing, Philza slides around the counter, medical bag already open and hanging off his shoulder.

“Fit?” he asks.

Fit gives him a somewhat listless thumbs up, “right here, Phil. Potion got the bleeding, just waiting for the painkillers, you know?”

“Right,” some of the tension in Philza’s shoulders drops as he examines the wound. He grimaces, but grabs some dressings and starts peeling off the backs. “Don’t have time to stitch this, with all this crap going on. Think you can manage until we get the fuck out of here?”

“You know me, Phil,” Fit hears the sounds of the fighting slowing down, the MECs no longer firing. “I’ve survived worse with less.”

He probably deserves the way Philza jabs his thumbs into old, tender scars as he tugs the skin together, and applies the dressings. The potion will deal with the blood, at least until the nanites run out of power. Then it’s just… Just keeping the wound sealed enough to breathe.

“Keep weight off it when you can,” Philza tells him, adding tape despite the dressings having adhesive. “As soon as we get to evac, you’re lying down and letting me look at this shit.”

There isn’t really time to agree. Fit is certain Philza was about to tell him to let someone else carry his heavier kit, only to be interrupted by Bad screeching in pain.

Philza is cursing and running before Fit has a chance to process the ungodly sound.

Still, needs must. Despite his wound, despite the painkillers not yet quite being fully working, despite the nanites still spreading into the bloodstream and stabalising the wound, allowing him to breathe, Fit pulls himself to his feet. Feeling a little weak he hoists his gun onto the counter.

It’s awkward to work like this, but he can; he directs his attention to the last of the Sectoids, and lets loose a hail of bullets.

It falls, and Fit looks around.

Jaiden is adjusting one of her vambraces, while Foolish reloads his pistols. Bad looks a little dizzy, but waves off Philza’s hands and drinks one of his own potions rather than apply it to whatever wound he has. Crow rests on some of the rails separating the walkways from the liquid, and Ghostie floats in its place.

The MEC wrecks in the liquid stand untouched, but the Fed whose corpse fell into it is slowly dissolving away.

“We good?” Foolish asks the group. “We forced a respawn, so she shouldn’t be back anytime soon.”

“I’m good to go on,” Fit replies, even as the others somewhat hesitantly confirm.

Whatever they are looking for, well… The missing civilians were some of it, and fuck this - fuck all of this - but the rest… Whatever their contact sent them to get? It’s in the back, isn’t it?

“Fit, you got explosives?” Bad asks.

“Do I have explosives,” Fit deadpans back. “What do you take me for, Bad, a reasonably human being? Of course I have fucging explosives.”

The slip gets him a look, but Bad must be feeling shitty as he allows it to pass, “we wanna meet up with Niki, right? Can you make a door in the back wall while we check that room out?”

A door?

“You won’t be able to close it,” he warns.

“Oh that’s fine,” Bad smiles a bit. “We don’t need to leave this place intact.”

“Just tell me where you want it, then.”

“Hm… Back wall, to the right? I saw an internal door there you can duck around once it’s set!”

“Perfect,” Fit ignores Philza’s glare, and hoists his gun back over his shoulder. “You four headed to that lab looking room?”

“Yup,” Foolish pops the p as he speaks. “See you in five!”

Fit waves his acknowledgement, waiting for the four of them to start heading over. Once they’re close enough to the back for any aliens in the last room to jump them and not him, Fit starts the other way around the walkway.

Alone, now, he can see how the liquid is not just dissolving the corpse, but is glowing as it does so. Bubbles he sort of expected, but glowing is fucking weird; even if they have to take samples of this shit, he isn’t touching it. Tubbo with glowing flesh dissolvant? Could probably make it work, but half of the field agents can’t be trusted to handle grenades, let alone that stuff.

Examining the wall Bad asked for a hole making in, Fit finds a couple of weak points. The area around the window is surprisingly well reinforced, especially given that the section next to it is cracked. Outside, a short, muddy cliff where the facility was cut into a slope, leading up to some shrubland beyond.

The facility is not exactly hidden, but why do the Feds need to hide the damn thing, when they already rule the world?

Despite the cracked section and the reinforcement, Fit still elects to lay the explosives around the window; upon examining the cracks, damaging that bit of wall further would just bring the roof down on them. If his maths is right - and Fit’s explosives maths is always right - he should be able to blow out the window and the section of wall below it, while keeping the top of the frame in place. It would be easier to just blow it out from the window but, again, the structural integrity of a shitty concrete job.

Given everything going on in this facility he’s a bit surprised the walls are /this/ bad, but perhaps the Federation enjoys cutting corners more than they enjoy their horrific science experiments going to plan.

Just through the wall beside him, Fit can hear the intense debate of the others. The wall muffles it a little too much to hear specifics, but it means they’ll be done soon.

It’s for the best; Fit really, really does not want to be stuck on the helicopter still when the painkillers wear out.

Careful of his wound, he sets the charges. He checks and double checks, before heading over to the room with the others. Enters, latches the door behind him, and moves away from it.

“Charges set,” he informs the group, already taking in the room.

It is a lab, yes, though of copper and brass looking faintly sickly in the glowing green light. Large vials of softly glowing liquid line the walls, feeding into some sort of device. The device runs through the walls and the floor, and up into a plinth in the centre.

On that plinth, being fed into by the processor, is a glass cylinder, barely larger than a syringe, filled with something viscous.

“Just a minute,” Foolish replies to Fit. “They’re arguing about if we grab whatever they’re extracting from the stuff outside or not.”

“The people,” Jaiden elaborates. “What they’re taking from the people.”

“We have to,” Bad is the one looking closest at it. “I don’t have anything to analyse it here, and it has to be important, right?“

“It looks like nitroglycerine,” Philza is frowning. “I’m not sure it’s /safe/ to touch that.”

Safety’s a bit laughable with the amount of blood covering everyone, but Fit understands the point.

Still, they gotta do what they gotta do.

Foolish seems in agreement with that sentiment; he ignores the continuing debate to simply walk over and grab the vial.

An entirely new set of alarms goes off, causing mildly irritated groans to pass around the group; it’s just loud.

Anything the others say with it going on, Fit doesn’t hear; years of working with explosives will do that, even if you have the sort of protection Fit has only recently learnt exists.

“Alright,” Fit waves for attention from the din. “Away from the door. I don’t think it’ll blow through, but this place is crap. I’ve seen lean tos more stable than this.”

In the Wasteland, sure, but that still means they were put up in ten minutes and not meant to last longer than a night.

There is not a lot of cover in this room, but they make do; Foolish and Philza, the least injured of the five, tuck themselves into the corners, using the wall itself as a shield. Fit, Jaiden, and Bad? They just about manage to be entirely covered by the machinery feeding into the glass. It’s not much better than the wall, but it’s made of metal and not shit concrete.

Fit gives a count of three for them to cover their ears, and hits the detonator.

The door does not blow in, and the walls do hold, but even with all his calculations the ceiling does crack. It doesn’t fall, though, so he considers it a win. They let the dust settle, then scramble back up.

“You three get out first, we’ll cover you,” comes Philza’s order.

With even more alarms and reinforcements surely on the way, there is no point in arguing or quibbling over who is incharge; Foolish passes Bad the vial, and the trio run.

Well, no, Fit cannot run - while the painkillers are working, the numbing effect has worn off. It hurts again, now, and he can feel where movement tugs at the dressings. Bad sees him stumble and offers an arm, helping him on while Jaiden runs ahead to lay the flares and call Niki back down.

They do not talk, busy with the necessity of movement. Behind them, Fit hears Philza swearing. Bad calls back a ‘language’, and Fit only hopes that Philza has the time to flip him off in return.

It takes forever and no time at all for Niki to appear and drop the ladder. Jaiden does not immediately scramble up, instead waiting for the two of them, picking off any aliens which escape Philza and Foolish’s aims.

Fit lets go of Bad, letting him climb up first. It takes a minute and some deep breathing to prepare himself, but Fit can find it in himself to follow.

He can almost feel the wound tear as he does.

At the top, Bad grabs his arm, hoisting him into the helicopter proper. Fit does not even bother getting to a chair, merely rolling out of the way of the hatch and cussing up a storm.

Bad does not scold him, and that’s a grim thought.

“Sorry,” he still says, when the man approaches. “Stings like a, um, muffin.”

“We’ll handle that later,” Bad sounds chipper, but he frowns as he checks on the dressings and sees blood. Two black hands, nails too long for gloves, press down on it.

Fit grunts, and leans back, watching as Jaiden swings herself in. She strips off her armour, grabbing one of the helicopter’s medical kits to bandage herself up. She looks exhausted; Fit feels it too.

It’s not long after that that Philza and Foolish appear. Fit offers them a wave, as Foolish pulls up the ladder and Philza comes over.

“How is it?” Philza asks.

“The dressings are bloody,” Fit replies. “Still had worse.”

“Well, fuck,” Philza takes over from Bad, who excuses himself to go sit with Foolish. “Pain levels?”

“I’ll live.”

“Fit.”

“What do you want me to day?” Fit asks. “It’s better than the last time I got stabbed through the gut?”

It is not exactly reassuring words for either of them.

“Alright, fuck, I think we have soluble stitches in one of these. Should hold until we get back and someone can fix you up proper,” Philza roots around in his bag, pulling out a couple of packets. “Wouldn’t recommend being conscious, though.”

Being unconscious while injured and on the transport? No fucking way.

“Phil,” Fit just says.

“I know, I know, I just have to fucking say it,” he opens one of the packets, rips off the top layer of dressing, and presses something gooey into the wound. “Try not to bleed out.”

“Trying my fucking best.”

Phil gives him a thin smile. That’s the last of the helicopter ride that Fit actually remembers, except for the fact he did make it back to the Avenger conscious, if delirious.

#qsmp x xcom #qsmp fanfic #qsmp fit #qsmp philza #qsmp bbh #qsmp foolish #qsmp jaiden #i'll ao3 it after deadlands either tonight or in the morning #enjoy my poor attempts at writing combat #the next scene is pac and mike debriefing fit because pac's also hurt and mike was helping with the analysis of the vial #maybe with some of the others #but yeah enjoy this! #this is genuine actual bonafida xcom plot #... i might someday try draw for this oen too but aaa #drawing is hard and i want to get it up #and don't have time #so maybe another day #much like the epilogue

[greatqueenanna]

1/5/24

Happy New Year Everyone!! Here's to more Frozen Content in the coming year!

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Introduction

So, I want to start out by saying that I know I have been a little quiet lately and haven't had any updates on posts. I had caught COVID and was fighting it for a while feeling horrible. I still feel pretty bad, but I'm slowly trying to come back. I apologize for my slow return and low activity, but I promise that I'll be back swinging with new analyses, tid-bits, and other projects very soon!

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Arendelle Archives

I am ecstatic to announce that, as you've already seen, Arendelle Archives is officially setting up a blog here on Tumblr. It will be launching January 6th. Keep an eye out, and be sure to follow!

Also, just had to post this for shameless advertising hehehe.

With Frozen 3 now on the way, YouTube channel Geekritique revisits the story of Frozen as it stands so far in an expansive timeline video that compiles lore established across the movies, animated shorts, and tie-in books to create a detailed history of Arendelle.With the aid of dedicated fan group Arendelle Archives, the video begins with the grand designs of King Runeard (Jeremy Sisto), the shameful conflicts with Northuldra over the dam, Anna(Kristen Bell) and Elsa's troubled childhood, and the deaths of Agnarr (Alfred Molina) and Iduna (Evan Rachel Wood) that would lead into the original movie. The timeline takes into account the events of Joe Caramagna's comics that bridge the gap between each movie, as well as the novels Dangerous Secrets: The Story of Iduna and Agnarr, Forest of Shadows, and Polar Nights: Cast Into Darkness. - Nathan Graham-Lowery - Screenrant

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Upcoming Analysis

Frozen Canon Talk - Fifth Edition - Arendelle Archives

What Came Before Part 2 - Previous Versions of Frozen 2 

All is Found: A Frozen Anthology - Review

Lost Legends: The Fixer Upper - Review

Tid-Bits #9 - Elsa’s Apology and Writing Good Dialogue

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Poll Question

As with all of my recent updates, it’s time for the next poll question to my super vague F3 post. As with the previous update, I will also provide the results of the previous polls, with my answers as well.

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Other Featured Blogs

@arendelle-archives - A fan-project exploring, researching and analyzing the history, geography and lore of the Frozenverse.

@gqa-lite - GQA side blog for more random, opinionated, and personal posts.

@gqa-archive - GQA archive of all my analyses without any extra content.

#greatqueenanna/updates

[geegers22]

Here’s a lil thing I thought of while walking to class

CW: anxiety attack

Cadet Armin has a hard time falling asleep

He doesn’t understand how everyone else can just pass out after their training because he is always awake with his eyes wide open for 2 hours after everyone is already out

He’s tired. He’s exhausted. But he can’t turn his brain off at night and nighttime is when all his anxious thoughts come out

It always starts with thoughts about his day, about his friends, about what they learned in training. He analyses every mistake he made in training and how far behind he is from everyone else. He thinks about ways to catch up to the others, berating himself for not being stronger.

His mind always drifts to his reason for joining the cadets. He is so sick of other people fighting for him. As he flips onto his other side for what feels like the millionth time he starts feeling angry. Angry that he can’t fall asleep and angry that his grandfather was recruited to die.

He never wants his brain to go there, but somehow it always does and he starts to imagine his grandfathers last moments on the battlefield. He tries to get the image of his grandfather being eaten by a titan out of his head but it just keeps playing back over and over. He can hear his screams. His heartbeat starts to ramp up and he feels uncomfortable in his bed under the blankets feeling too hot. He starts to feel prickles on his skin, like an itch that won’t go away.

Eventually the person being eaten by a titan changes from his grandfather to himself. He can’t help but imagine what it would feel like. Tears start to prick his eyes as he internally yells at himself to stop thinking about it but he can’t get rid of the thought. Eventually he gets the image of himself dying out of his head only to be replaced with Eren and Mikasa being eaten instead. He thinks about how useless he would be in saving his friends.

At this point he’s trying to catch his breath, silently wailing, begging his brain to just turn off and stop tormenting him for once. He worries that he’s never going to fall asleep now, imagining the sun coming up and everyone around him waking up. They’re all well rested and ready for a new day and he is just laying in his bed, frozen in panic about getting through training on 0 hours of sleep.

His breathing gets even more shallow as he starts to shake from the realization that he is way too awake to go back now. With his hand over his mouth to stifle any sound, he blames himself for letting it get this far, wishing he had a way to reign in his mind.

On the cot next to him, Eren wakes up from the quiet sound of Armin’s crying (he’s pretty attuned to it as he’s been sleeping next to him since the fall of wall Maria) Eren, half asleep, instinctively wraps Armin’s shaking body in a hug, holding him as he cries. Armin feels Eren’s presence and relaxes a little bit, remembering where he is. He holds onto him and listens to his heartbeat, attempting to steady his own to match.

With something to focus on other than his brain’s self sabotage, Armin’s exhaustion begins to set in. Eventually he falls deeply asleep.

#armin arlert #this is based on my own experiences with anxiety #cadet Armin #attack on titan #aot #snk #singeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #eremin #they’re like brothers #anxiety #panic attack

[dwindlinghaze]

Hi, could i maybe ask for 🩰dancing princesses :)

Here's the description of me i hope its enough lol

I identity as agender, with he/they/she pronouns but i honestly dont really care about it that much and dont really correct people on anything

Im queer, mostly into men

Physical appearance:

5'6, bit chubby, short brown hair that i reaches just past my cheeks, grey eyes with glasses, black nosering in my left nostril, L and R tattooed on my wrist (yes for left and right lol). I mostly wear skater or cottagecore style clothes, usually dark and earthy colours with the occasional blue and red.

Personality:

Gemini infp, 6w5. Im usually more shy and anxious when i first meet someone or am in a new environment, but get pretty enthusiastic and talkative once i get to know someone. Im autistic, so i can get sensory overload or just overwhelmed, and sometimes this can lead me to get panic attacks or become nonverbal. This also means that certain topics can lead me to talk for like hours, even with strangers. My love language is physical touch, i love hugs or linking arms with people, and i have a tendency to lay against someone when sitting or if im very close with someone sometimes biting them (softly i promise lol). I do struggle a lot with recognising my emotions and i dont really like fighting. I dont really talk about my feelings, mostly opinions. I am known to be very good at debates, and usually lead them at school, because i am known to be able to form logic based opinions easily. I am creative and good at analysing situation and calculating the best outcome in my head. Also im very much the oldest sibling.

My hobbies:

I love art and am beginning my studies to become a visual artist in video game development. I love singing and music and never go anywhere without my headphones. Im good at writing and really enjoy writing essays and stories. Biology and nature are two of my biggest interests, specifically marine biology. Baking and cooking really helps calming me down. I also play guitar. I also love reading

My favourite artists are lovejoy, green day, metallica, deftones, the smiths, tears for fears, the oh hellos, liana flores, james marriott, hozier, nirvana and Lit

My favourite music genres are rock, metal, folk, indie, classical and 80's in general.

Extra info: i am a slytherin, im dutch and i speak 5 languages (dutch, english, french, german, irish), i have been following a special english course for 5 years and have a Cambridge C1 certificate. My patronus is a dun mare, and my wand is a beech wood, dragon core 12 1/2"

hello and tysm for participating in my 500 celebration

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

🩰 : i ship you with james potter

╰┈➤ geminis and aries get along very well. you both can share endless thoughts with a never ending excitement.

╰┈➤ james is the extroverted one so of course he'll make the first move. at first you were shy and timid when he approached but it quickly went away after getting to know him more. you knew his character because he literally is an open book but there's also a few pages that he doesn't show.

╰┈➤ when you're overwhelmed, james always knows the right thing to do. growing up surrounded by loving friends, he knew how to comfort someone !

╰┈➤james loves it when you talk about your interests. it doesn't necessarily have to be something entertaining, he just loves hearing you ramble even if he doesn't understand you.

╰┈➤ you mentioned that you love hugs and what is james if his personality is not giving good hugs? random hugs will he do. on the hallway after a class, while you both are sitting comfortably on the armchair. also he'd walk you to class (even if you both didn't share the same one) and would link your arms together on the way.

╰┈➤ he is definitely shocked when you bit him, frozen, eyes big with confusion. though he laughs after and questions you about it. after some times he will get used to your habit and come to expect little bites.

╰┈➤ fights are not something that occur regularly. it rarely did. he knew you struggle to interpret your emotions- contrast to how easy you were in analysing situations, so he'll just be there and rubbing your back while you think deeply inside your head.

╰┈➤ helping james in writing his essay. he puts minimal effort when it comes to essays so you offer to help him finish it in which he was so thankful for.

╰┈➤ baking him your own delicacies often. not only does the activity calms you down but james also enjoys your food !!

#dwindlinghaze's 500 celebration #🩰 dancing princesses #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter fluff

[beewolfwrites]

Magnetism - Part 2

So you all wanted a part 2 of the Chishiya/Reader reunion, and here it is :) 

(If I’ve been very slow this last week, i’m really sorry. Just within the last three days I’ve had a concert, an all-day job interview and a first date, so I wasn’t able to write that much)

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Going head to head with Chishiya over a chessboard in his hospital room had quickly become your new favourite pastime. You had never really been a fan of chess until now; strategy wasn’t exactly your biggest strength, and every time you had played before, you either lost miserably or ended up locked in a situation where neither you nor your opponent could move without losing several pieces at once. You really didn’t like chess, but maybe it wasn’t the game itself that kept you coming back.

‘I’m moving my bishop.’ You picked up the piece and twirled it between your fingers, trying to find the best place to put it. 

Chishiya watched on silently. He did that a lot. It was impossible to anticipate his next move. The chessboard was balanced on his knees, and you had pulled up a chair beside his hospital bed in order to play. 

You set the bishop down between two of his pawns. ‘I think I’ll drop it here. I’m allowed to do that, right?’ 

‘You’re allowed,’ he said. However, his queen seemed to appear from nowhere, knocking down your poor bishop. ‘It doesn’t mean you should.’ 

‘My bishop!’ You watched him drop it by his side, a mass grave of your pieces nestled between the rolls of his blanket. ‘You know I don’t play much chess. You could go a little easier on me, you know.’

‘I already am,’ he replied curtly. ‘If I go any easier, I’ll just be letting you win.’ 

‘Yeah… and?’

A rough groan sounded from behind a blue curtain in the bay next to Chishiya’s. ‘Keep it the fuck down, why don’t you? Nobody gives a shit about your game, and some of us are trying to sleep here.’ 

‘I could say the same thing,’ you said. ‘Your snoring is driving me insane.’ 

‘I don’t snore.’

‘You sound like a tractor.’

There was a loud crack of skin against wood as Niragi pounded the bedside table with his fist. ‘Come here and fucking say that! I dare you.’ 

‘Yeah?’ You snickered. 'Why don’t you come here instead? Oh wait. You can’t.’  Chishiya glanced lazily between you and the blue curtain. ‘I wouldn’t rile him up if I were you. It’s hard enough getting him to stop.’ He gestured to the board. ‘Your turn.’

Drowning out Niragi’s violent protests, you analysed the board in front of you. You couldn’t move your queen because of Chishiya’s knights, and your castle was blocked by his pawns. 

‘Here then.’ You moved your knight forward left, threatening his own. 

His eyes lifted to yours, and in that moment, you realised a little too late that you had dug your own grave. Ignoring your knight, he moved his queen forward three paces. 

‘Checkmate.’ 

Really? Again?!

You huffed and leaned back in your chair, giving up entirely. You had played with him so many times over the last week to no avail. In fact, you had never once been close to winning. No matter what moves you pulled, he was always three… no, five steps ahead. 

‘What’s the point of us playing, if I barely even have a chance at winning?’ Wait…

A memory struck you. 

It crackled through your mind like lightning; an abandoned multi-storey car park… A strong sense of dread in the pit of your stomach… A man in a white hood - no, Chishiya. He looks calm, but weary, if not a little smug. People are standing around clutching phones, some terrified, but you only have eyes for Chishiya. Unmoving as a pond with his cruel, cruel smile.

‘We have such a small chance of winning, so why bother playing the game at all?’

You didn’t realise that you had frozen in your seat until Chishiya said your name.

 Not that Chishiya, this one right here in the hospital. It was so easy, yet so difficult to differentiate between the two. And that smile you had seen, the coldness behind it, his callous demeanour. Was the Chishiya from your memories really the same person sitting in front of you right now? 

There was a strange remembrance in his eyes, as though he could see straight through you. 

Whatever this is, I have to remember it. I need to! 

You couldn’t leave things like this. Whilst you had talked about the lasers and the strange feelings you experienced after the meteorite incident, you had never really addressed the elephant in the room. But for now, you were aware that visiting hours were quickly drawing to a close.

‘When are you discharged?’ You asked. 

‘Two days.’ 

‘I have no plans for the rest of this week.’ 

He nodded, thinking carefully. ‘Meet me in Ueno Park on Thursday,’ he said. ‘At eleven. By the Toshogu shrine.’ 

Sounds like a plan, you thought, rehearsing his words. Ueno park, 11am, the shrine. Got it! 

‘I’ll be there.’

You cleared away the chessboard and slid the box into a bag. Chishiya was staring down at the sheets on his bed, eyes shifting back and forth in deep concentration. It was strange, like he barely even noticed that you were leaving. You took one last look at him, hunched over, hair draping over his face, before closing the door to his room softly behind you. 

Needless to say, Thursday couldn’t arrive fast enough. You had the date, place and time set in your phone calendar. You weren’t actually sure why you were so excited for this meetup. You had no chess to play, and in all honesty, you weren’t really sure how to ask about the strange memories you had witnessed. And more than that, what was it about Chishiya’s presence that drew you towards him? He was quiet, in some ways snarky and unhelpful. At times he was callous and cold. So why him? 

It was eating away at you inside. Even when Thursday finally arrived, you were still perplexed by these conflicting feelings, struggling to understand what any of it meant.

But you were ready to find out. 

As you wandered through the footpaths of Ueno park, bypassing the museum and gallery, your eyes wandered up to the lines of blossom trees, branches loaded with ripening cherries. If only it could have been spring again; the blossoms had been beautiful earlier in the year when they scattered across the paths in a shower of pink and white rain. Maybe one day in the spring you could return, and even invite Chishiya too. 

The Toshogu shrine was impossible to miss, with its golden doors and accents that glistened in the summer sunshine. Working your way through the crowds gathered in the small square in front of the shrine, you swerved groups of tourists snapping photographs, and chose instead to wait at the side of the grand structure. 

You checked your watch. 10:56. 

Perfect. 

You rocked back and forth on your heels, keeping an eye out for blond hair. The crowds were heavy, pushing past each other and clustering in the middle of the pathways, and it seemed impossible to identify any one person in the masses. 

But you did. 

You felt it once again, that magnetism drawing your eyes to him no matter where he was. He was wearing a light grey cardigan and a white t-shirt, and had his hands tucked into his pockets. Despite the crowds, he was staring into the distance, but then stopped in his tracks, his eyes immediately shifting to yours. 

Can he feel it too?

He crossed the small square towards you and you met him halfway, your mind suddenly blank in his presence. It felt unusual seeing him outside of the hospital, and you instantly began to wonder what his real life was like, what music he listened to, what food he liked to eat. He was standing in front of you now, and you made to speak, but then your eyes drifted down to his collar where the barest hint of a white dressing could be seen once more. 

‘We should probably get away from all these tourists,’ you said. 

‘Probably.’ 

With all these people pushing past one another, it was starting to worry you. During that trauma group session, he had mentioned being pierced by two building rods. His injuries couldn’t possibly have healed within this span of time, and you were wary of someone pushing into him and hurting him further. You led him towards a bench between two cherry trees, a place where you could both enjoy the city view. 

‘Are you sure it’s okay for you to be discharged this early?’ 

He shrugged. ‘Normally we’d keep a patient in longer for observation. But the hospitals are overrun.’ 

‘Ah… makes sense.’ 

Chishiya had once mentioned being a medical student, and how it now felt being on the other side of the operating table. He was lucky to get a bed, too. After the meteorite, the surrounding hospitals in the area had been in a state of chaos. Injured citizens, families, children were all being treated while sitting on the floor of the emergency wards; there simply weren’t enough beds to go around. At first, the hospital corridors were lined with patients in stretchers, the staff running around in an overworked panic, not unlike a war zone. 

‘So you remember lasers too.’ Chishiya said suddenly. 

‘Kind of,’ you admitted. ‘I think that’s why I’ve been avoiding the colour red. Something about it makes me feel like I’m going to be struck, you know, like lightning? But not like that at all. I don’t know, it doesn’t make sense to me.’ 

Chishiya passively stared at a couple as they walked by our bench. Seeing them together made me feel jealous somehow. ‘What else do you remember?’ he asked. 

You took a deep breath. 

‘You.’ 

Neither of you spoke. You waited for a chuckle… sarcasm… utter dismissal of the idea… Chishiya was usually quite predictable. However, instead of shooting you down as you’d expected, Chishiya gave a small nod of understanding. 

‘I’m pretty sure that trauma group meeting was the first time I’d ever seen you,’ you explained. ‘But when you came into the room, I had this sense of dejavu. I had—I don’t know.’

‘You remembered things.’ He swiftly interrupted your train of thought. ‘You had strange memories that don’t make sense.’ 

‘Well, yeah.’ You frowned, puzzled. ‘I remembered things I’m confident I’ve never seen, like bullet wounds, and a burning hotel. And Shibuya, but really overgrown like the plants had taken over the city. Is that weird?’ 

‘Not really,’ he said. Then he paused. ‘I saw them too.’ 

He saw them? The same memories?

It couldn’t have been possible, and yet, Chishiya’s reaction was so cavalier, as though you’d just described a regular everyday occurrence. And then an idea sprung to mind. It would sound crazy, and he’d probably think you were insane, but this whole experience was already crazy.

‘Maybe we went somewhere else in that one minute.’ 

He tilted his head, curious now. ‘Somewhere else?’

‘Yeah, like a faraway place. Or a parallel world?’ 

He hummed slowly, smirking. ‘Perhaps. For just one minute?’

‘Time works differently in parallel universes, I think. It’s not impossible.’ 

‘Maybe,’ he mused. ‘Who knows?’ 

You weren’t really sure of what to say next. If he shared the same experiences, the same flood of unfamiliar memories, then perhaps he could sense this connection between the two of you. The magnetism that drew you together. There was only one way to find out. 

‘Hey Chishiya?’ 

‘Hmm.’

‘Do you want to go to Ueno Zoo with me?’ 

Mild surprise flashed across his face, then disappeared. ‘Right now?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

Your confidence was draining by the second. Surely he was only interested in your strange memories. Of course he wouldn’t want to go to a zoo with you. Why would he? Plus he was probably still in terrible pain, and trailing around a zoo would only make it worse. And then what if he only agreed out of pity, or because you’d put him in an awkward position where he couldn’t say no.  ‘You don’t have to,’ you said quickly. ‘I might come back with a friend this weekend anyway, so it’s no big deal if you don’t want to—‘ 

‘Sure.’ 

Wait. Was this really happening? 

‘You mean?’ 

‘I’ll go with you,’ he said simply. ‘I have nothing better to do.’ 

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning ear to ear, even when he looked at you as though you had gone mad. You couldn’t help it. Your heart was singing in your chest, not just because Chishiya had agreed, but because after all the hurt and emptiness you had suffered, this was the new beginning you had been craving all along. 

#alice in borderland #aib #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya x reader #Imawa no Kuni no Arisu

[crazilust]

Ambition through the signs (pt.2)

Hello every one and welcome back to this series where I analyse personality traits through each and every signs and ranking them, just for fun.

My definition of ambition for this ranking will be : someone's who has a "strong desire to do or to achieve something, typically requiring determination and hard work".

Please check your Sun, Moon or Mars. You may also look at other placements, such as houses. I would suggest 1st, 6th, 7th and 10th.

Check out part 1. here :)

Leo (#2)

This shouldn't come as a surprise for any of y'all, as Leo is ruled by the Sun and is also a fixed sign. Which means, they'll definetely have some big projects for themselves and be able to follow through their plans entirely. I think one of the reason why Leos might not seem ambitious is that they really do love to have fun and might get distracted at time. I think, if they're well surrounded and get enough praise, they do get really far.

advice: be careful not to get crushed under the pressure. you're the one being too harsh on yourself at times.

2. Cancer (#10)

The reason why Cancer is not rly high on the list is because of two things. First of all, they're ruled by the Moon. Which means, they are really, really moody. One day, they want to be a nurse, the other day a professional ballet dancer. This constant change in plans can leave them overwhelmed and frozen. It's not that they wouldn't be able to achieve it, they would, it's just that their goals keep changing as their mood changes (which is pretty frequent) and they end up not knowing what they really want to do. The second aspect is that Cancer are really scared of getting hurt. There's a reason why the crab is one of their symbols. They create this thick ass barrier between them and the world in order to stay safe. But by staying in their comfort zone, Cancers can sometimes shoot themselves in the foot. It's not every Cancers that are like that, though. Some of them have found a balance between their comfort zone and the risks they have to take in order to reach their goals. But it's hard for them, that's all. Doesn't come naturally.

advice : Give yourself the opportunity to fall. You can actually learn alot more by fucking things up, failing, getting hurt and getting back up. Your refusal to get hurt can sometimes create more pain than anything.

3. Gemini (#11)

Gemini kind of has the same problems as Cancers : they're always changing their mind! I would say even more than Cancers. Their interest jumps from subjects to subjects and they rarely get too deep in anything. Gemini gets bored really quickly, only finding the first part of a project the most interesting. I will say, they do have enough imagination to be able to visualize something for themselves, and dream big. I would say their flaw resides in choosing a subject and really sticking to it. Let's also note that most Geminis are naturally good at a lot of things, so that explains why they get bored so quickly.

advice: this should be obvious, but stick to the project you've started! i know everything else seems more fun at the moment, but please stick to that one project you've started.

4. Taurus (#12)

Yep. Taurus, to me, is the least ambitious sign. Now. That doesn't mean that they're never going to achieve anything, they're going to be miserable their whole life or anything like that. Taurus are hard workers, who rarely give up on a assigned task. But, the moment they get stuck in a situation that feels comfortable (but is not necessarily their highest potential), they'll stay. Taurus craves material stability. Let's say for example, they get hired for a job that pays well, treats them well and gets them paid vacations. At the same time, they also have a deep desire to be a model. Both jobs pays well, but one gives them the stability they so deeply crave. While they will work hard at both jobs, most Taurus will choose the job that can give them stability now. They don't really like to take risks if it means that it threatens their financial security.

advice: In order to achieve your highest potential, getting out of that comfort zone is going to be your lifelong lesson. It's scary, it's uncomfortable (which we know you hate being uncomfortable), but it's necessary.

5. Virgo (#1)

Number one spot, baby. Are we really surprised? Virgos are such powerhouses, it's freaking ridiculous. There's multiple reasons why Virgos deserve that number one spot. First of all, their main theme is to be of service, to devote themselves to someone or something. If they find that goal they want to achieve, best believe, they will give them their all. Another thing that helps them is the fact that they will always strive for perfection. They do not give up, under any circumstances and that is fueled by their ability to evolve constantly, to improve. That is something that most ambitious signs don't have. Most of them want to achieve things just to see the finish line. Virgos will be at the finish line and will ask about "when's the next race?" While this can be detrimental long term, we cannot deny the determination and grit that comes out of that mentality. Another thing, they're mutable signs. I feel like most Virgos have mastered the main strength about being a mutable signs which means to adapt. They will change the game if it doesn't work for them. By being a earth sign, they are able to materialize their thoughts into the real world and create really big things for themselves. Being ruled by Mercury, their need for constant mental stimulation makes them always want to take on a bigger challenge (because ... they're bored otherwise). Nah, really, Virgos deserve that m'fin spot. Sue. Me.

advice : y'all already know your flaws, y'all be aight.

6. Libra (#6)

Libras are in the middle. To them, achieving things can mean a higher social status, people praising them, receiving compliments on their achievements, etc. And those are all things that gets them going. It's important to them that they look good in front of society and in this society, material success is considered the highest form of success. Most of them will then try to achieve that. Because they're fueled by that motivation, that validation of others, they can actually go pretty far. They're also Cardinal signs who love to create things for themselves, being their own bosses, etc. The reason they're not any higher is that, they can sometime get lost into people's opinions and thoughts about them. I know many Libra placements that seem like they'll only do what people expects of them.

advice : Many of y'all suffer from people-pleasing tendencies. Do what you wanna do. You'll be happier. And don't worry, you'll still get praised about it.

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And we're doneeeeee! That was so much fun. Which trait should I do next ? I'm not sure...

all love,

dolly x.

#astrology #astro community #astro notes #libra #virgotraits #virgo mars #astroblr #astrology notes #astrobservations #astrology observations #birth chart #leowomen #cancer #gemini #taurus #taurus saturn

[hafanforever]

Royals’ Battle

Before I read the new post-Frozen II novel, Polar Nights, I was hoping that it would especially feature some new information about Runeard and Rita, and much to my delight, it did, and they played HUGE roles in the flow of the story, even as posthumous characters! 😁😁😁

In the book, Anna and Elsa learn from Kristoff the story of Princesses Sissel and her younger sister, Inger, who were from the neighboring kingdom of Vesterland. He says that the sisters hated each other and Inger wanted the crown for herself. About fifty years ago, the two sisters were visiting Arendelle regarding their kingdom being asked to contribute in funding the building of the dam in the Enchanted Forest. At one point, when Sissel and Inger were alone together near a rushing river, Inger pushed her sister into the river and Sissel eventually drowned when she went over a waterfall. A witness reported the murder to King Runeard, who banished Inger from Arendelle (and Vesterland) and put her on a prison ship, which went down in the sea, causing Inger to die by drowning, too. And despite her death, Sissel came back from the dead as a creature called a draugr, seeking revenge on those who wronged her.

Naturally, Anna and Elsa are shocked by the story, particularly by how their grandfather had done something good and just...

...but as the novel unfolds, the sisters discovers that the entire story surrounding Sissel’s death and Inger being accused of murder was a lie.

Halfway into the book, after the sisters have had several encounters with the draugr and deduced it is actually Sissel, Elsa conjures up the memory of what really happened on the day of Sissel’s death using traces of water that have remained in a locket that Sissel was wearing the day she died (brought to Elsa by the draugr itself). Elsa and Anna discover that, not only were Sissel and Inger very close and that Inger was more interested in science and the environment (and thus did not want to be queen nor aimed to steal the throne from her sister), but Inger had figured out that the dam would cut off the water flow and cause other environmental devastations to the forest. It would also affect Vesterland by depleting animals that the citizens hunt for food. She was arguing with Sissel over this matter by the river, and while Sissel understood what Inger was saying, she felt they would be powerless to stop Runeard since he would not listen to them and did not care that his desired project would negatively affect the Northuldra and Vesterland. Sissel was also terrified of Runeard so much that she feared standing up to him, as she believed arguing with him over the matter would only lead to him punishing Vesterland by cutting off their trading partnership with Arendelle, since Arendelle controls the port that allows food, medicine, and other goods to come in from other kingdoms and travel to Vesterland. But due to Inger’s persistence about how harmful the dam would also be to their kingdom, Sissel finally relented and decided to request another audience in Arendelle to tell Runeard that Vesterland would not help to fund the dam.

However, no sooner than the sisters were feeling better about the matter that a flash flood occurred. Inger got in the way of the rushing water as it headed down the river, and when SIssel pushed her out of the way to escape harm, she tripped on a tree root and fell into the rushing water. As she was pulled downstream, Sissel struggled against the strong current and tried to grab something to help her get back to shore. She yelled for her sister to help her, and Inger chased after Sissel on the river bank. When Sissel managed to grab on to a branch near the shore, the witness from Kristoff’s story, a shepherd boy named Stig Petter, raced to help Sissel. Sadly, with the branch breaking as she held on, Sissel accepted her fate to die. Before she let go and went over the falls, she told Inger that she loved her and was proud of her. As a distraught Inger mourned the loss of her sister, Stig vowed to help Inger.

Following the end of the memory, Anna and Elsa realize that the draugr of Sissel was never trying to harm them or anyone else, but rather has been trying to clear her sister’s name and has removed some memories of the Arendellians so that they don’t remember the false story regarding her death. Elsa and Anna search through Arendelle’s court records to find more information, discovering that Stig lied and said that Inger had murdered Sissel by pushing her into the river, and the court believed Stig instead of Inger. Upon finding and meeting the elderly Stig to get the entire truth, Anna and Elsa further learn that Stig was actually blackmailed by Runeard to lie and say that Inger murdered her sister. The former king of Arendelle told Stig that he had to lie or he (Runeard) would tell everyone that Stig helped Inger murder Sissel and he’d have him imprisoned, too (or possibly executed). This was because Runeard (presumably) learned that the sisters were planning to voice their opposition of the dam and would not let their kingdom help fund its construction. In doing so, they would have also told other kingdoms that the dam would actually harm, not help, the forest and convince these kingdoms not to help with building it, either.

Without enough funds needed to construct the dam, the project would never get off the ground, and Runeard could have been exposed as a liar and traitor. Even with Sissel dead, Inger would have never stopped fighting to make sure Runeard could not build the dam. But being the stubborn, xenophobic tyrant who was ruthlessly obsessed with protecting his power and set on destroying the threat he believed the Northuldra posed to him, Runeard refused to let his plan be ruined at any cost, even if that meant lying and causing harm to innocent people who got in his way. So even with a witness present to the real account of Sissel’s death, the king took advantage of the situation by framing Inger for murder and put her on a ship to get rid of her for good, eliminating the sole opposition to his goal.

Yet while Inger couldn’t save her sister or stop Runeard from building the dam, she did manage to escape the terrible fate that almost befell her. Having gotten to know both sisters during their visit, and knowing what a cruel man her husband was, Queen Rita was the only one (besides Stig) who believed in Inger’s innocence. Though she tried to defend Inger in the court, Runeard adamantly refused to let her speak and banished her to her chambers. Not wanting an innocent woman to be condemned for a crime she never committed, Rita secretly helped Inger escape the prison ship (and Arendelle) before it set sail (which was seen by Stig). She paid several men to take Inger off the ship and gave her safe passage to another. Inger was also warned by Rita to never return to Arendelle since she would surely be recaptured and put to death if she did.

All that being said, what this book revealed about Runeard and Rita’s relationship further reinforces what I have believed about them from Dangerous Secrets, but most especially the former in what kind of man he really was: a cold-hearted, selfish, bigoted, power-hungry scoundrel who never cared about anyone or anything other than his kingship and the power and authority that came with it. Runeard’s position as king made him believe that he could do whatever he wanted, that he was always in the right to do so, that he was never wrong, and he didn’t care how his actions could affect others unless they could still benefit himself. But most of all, as I’ve said before many times, Runeard arrogantly believed being a king meant that he was better and smarter than everyone else since he was in the highest place in society. He discriminated all other people as being beneath him, especially peasants (like the Northuldra and shepherds like Stig), and refused to treat them fairly or equally.

Such views are backed up perfectly by the fact that he laughed in scorn when Stig said he would tell others about Runeard’s threats. Runeard also said that no one would ever believe him because he is a poor shepherd, meaning that (to him, at least) no one would ever believe the word of a lowly shepherd over the mighty king of Arendelle.

But most importantly of all, Runeard’s behavior towards Rita completely support what I have said in “There Goes the Bride”. Being the king, it’s crystal clear that Runeard felt that HE had more power and authority than everyone, even more than Rita, the queen and his own wife. Therefore, only HE had first and final say in EVERY decision made, and that the opinions of others, including his wife and the people he ruled, were never important. The fact that Rita tried to voice her belief that Inger was innocent, but Runeard harshly silenced her and sent her out of the royal court (he probably even locked her in her chambers so she couldn’t interfere) reinforces what I believed in him trying to control her and having seen her as his inferior, not his equal partner.

Ultimately, Polar Nights helped prove that Runeard was so hellbent on creating the dam just to bring down the Northuldra that he sought to keep even Rita out of his way when she became a liability to his scheme. 😠😡

But since Inger managed to escape with Rita’s help, she managed to live a long life (though she never became the ruler of Vesterland) and had a family (including a granddaughter named after her deceased great-aunt). And in the end of the book, Inger returns to Arendelle and manages to reunite with the spirit of Sissel after the draugr sheds her form following the truth being revealed about her death. 🥲😭

Second image here is a fan art of Queen Rita, made by my dear friend @greatqueenanna. 

#Frozen 2 analyses #Frozen analyses #Disney #Disney Frozen 2 #Disney Frozen #Frozen 2 #Frozen #King Runeard #Queen Rita #Inger #Sissel #Elsa #Anna #Polar Nights #my stuff #mine

[virtual-winter]

October 2, 2023

First day in the tumblr-sphere!

Hello there! I can't believe it's been almost 8 years since I was first introduced to this platform. For all that time I've just been observing from the outside. I've never been a big social media person and it's only during recent years that I've begun reaching out and formed connections and made friends online and worldwide. And I don't regret one bit of it.

About me I'm a Swedish infrastructure designer/engineer who loves Disney's Frozen. Anna and Elsa are forever in my heart ❤️ I love making maps, edits and other artsy stuff. What I like most though is analysing and speculating about movie and character lore, and I've already produced a bunch of fan projects around Frozen and I'm also making an attempt at fanfiction. I also intend this to be a space for highlights from my experience with the fandom and other memorable things!

Some of my other interests are electronic music (and most other music), learning about tech (smartphones, pc, gaming), anything digital really. I used to draw a lot by hand but those days are long gone.

Anyways, I'll get around posting stuff soon. See ya

-Winter

#first post #about myself #introduction #frozen #frozen 2 #frozen fandom #frozen analysis #disney frozen

[wallpaper-inside-my-heart]

💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 24💛

top 3 favourite hobbies:

Embroidery & Cross stitch!

-> I only started doing it middle of last year, but I fell in love with it immediatly! + it serves as a great (but also time consuming) christmas gift opportunity for friends and family! Last year I made embroidered pillows for a lot of ppl and this year, I made these mini paintings! 🥰

2. Listening to and analysing/picking apart music!

-> I have over 300 spotify playlists (will prob do some spring cleaning there soon tho) and love doing stuff like combining lyrics with characters & ships! (like spommy tv! but I also have gigantic google docs for The Social Network, Trobed, and also A Frozen & Death Note crossover + several more 😹🙈🩵)

3. Making lists!

-> I don't think there has been a single week in my life, since I gained the ability to write, that I have not either a) started a new list or b) worked on an old one 😹 most of them aren't even particularly useful and only serve for my own entertainment... But I just love doing them for all sorts of things (I guess hobby nr.2 also kinda counts towards this lmao)

bonus shoutouts: reading (especially fanfic nowadays <3), going on long walks in the forest or parks!, watching movies/tv/youtube!

hobbies/skills I've always wanted to learn!

sewing & more textile crafts in general

video editing & gif making (I've been meaning to finally commit to learning this for years now! But I've always struggled to find enough spare time for it :/ Maybe next year! 😊)

writing -> I used to write a decent amount during highschool and created a whole fantasy world with a big cast of characters with my best friend! But full on writing for that or fanfic is met with the same struggles as the video editing dreams 🤷‍♀️

#smoshblr december asks

[annabellemainacc]

Ep.4

I was scared

This is NOT a ship. It's a father-son relationship!!!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MEANTION OF DEATH, PANIC ATTACK, AND ANXIETY

Fandom : DBH

Relationship : Connor & Hank

Character's : Connor, Hank & Sumo

Summary : While investigating a crime scene, Connor faces a situation that leaves him startled. Hank tries to help him push through his panic.

Word count : 2.6k

*4:21pm*

The elevator lifted them up to the floor they were supposed to be on. Connor flipped his coin back and forth, doing all sorts of tricks with it. Hank glances at him back and forth, getting quite agitated. Connor catches the coin in between 2 of his fingers. Hank snatches the coin off him.

"You're starting to piss me off with that coin Connor." He shoves the coin in his pocket.

"Sorry, Lieutenant."

Connor stands still, embarrassed. Hank notices but doesn't do anything. He feels the cold touch of the coin in his pocket. The doors of the elevator open, revealing a room with black and yellow striped walls. Connor and Hank exit the elevator. He scans the room for potential escape routes that the deviants must have escaped. He walked up to a door and found thirium on the wall. He scoops some up with 2 fingers. He samples the evidence.

"Fuck, Connor that's disgusting."

"Well how else am I to sample the blood."

They stare back at each other.

"Is today's job to make Connor feel embarrassed."

Connor wiped the thirium on his jacket before waltzing into the other room where there was a dead body. He analysed that the model was PL600. He felt Hank brush past him up the stairs, making his way to the roof. Connor followed. Up the stairs was a load of crates and the pat to which the deviants escaped. But Connor felt an earie presence. He peered at a crate that had a trace of thirium on. He reached out for the bar and pulled. Inside was a deviant.

"Shit."

The deviant shot Connor in the hip. He fell to the ground in pain. He has never felt it before.

"CONNOR!" shouted Hank as he ran up to him.

He grabbed hold of Connors arm and helped him up. They ran and hid behind a ventilation tube. The guards began to shoot at the android.

"You have to stop them. If they destroy it, we won't learn anything." Connor held his hip as the thirium dripped out.

"We can't save it it's too late. We will just get ourselves killed."

Connor leapt out from behind the ventilation tube and sprinted up to the deviant. He jumped over a crater that was in the way and placed his hand on his wrist. All he saw was a blur. His mind was connected to the deviants. Connor felt a sharp pain that lasted a while. Like someone was shooting him over and over. He pulled away from the deviant who lay lifeless on the floor. Connor huffed, startled at what just happened.

"Connor!"

It was nothing but muffled.

"Connor. Are you alright?"

He heard Hank's shouts, but he was too fixated on his fear.

"Connor!"

"Okay.." he paused.

"Are you hurt?" Hank preceeded to ask with one hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay." Connor stared at the deceased deviant.

"Jesus. Oh, you scared the shit out of me." Hank paced away. "For fucks sakes I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?" Hank shouted at Connor as he moved back towards him.

"I was connected to its memory. When it fired.." Connor paused and gulped. "I felt it die. Like I was dying.." Connor avoided eye contact with Hank. He felt his presence of anguish.

"I.. I was scared." Connor finally looks up at Hank with looming dread in his eyes.

Hank moved closer to Connor. He pulled him close to him and wrapped his arms around him. Connor stood frozen. He felt the pain over and over in his head, like a broken record.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*Hank's flashback*

The windows were dripping with water, and Hank was sitting in the living room with Sumo on his lap. It started to rain heavily. A loud bang of lightning startled Sumo.

"Hey, calm down, it's alright."

Hank turned to hear Cole crying. Down the hallway was Cole's room. The door was open a crack. He got up and walked down to his room. He expected Cole to be sitting in his bed, but instead, he was hiding in his wardrobe with the door shut. Hank slowly opened it to find him sitting in the corner.

"Hey. Bud, what's wrong."

Cole looked up at Hank with fear in his eyes the same way Connor looked up at him. Hank held his arms out.

"Come here, Cole, let's get you back to bed."

As he began to exit the wardrobe, another bang of thunger paraded throughout the house. Hank sighed and saw Cole's eyes swell up with tears.

"Hey, hey Cole, it's ok. It can't hurt you." Hank said in a soft tone.

Hank sat beside Cole in the closet. He put his arm around him and held his head up against his chest. He put his hand over his ear so it would be less loud. With his other arm, he caressed his back to soothe him.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*End of Hank's flashback*

Hank let go of Connor, ushering him away. Connor wrapped his arms around him also like Cole soon did after. So Hank hugged him tighter and repeting those same words.

"It's ok, kid."

*6:57pm*

Hank turned the car engine off. He opened the car door. Connor sat silently, just staring in front of him wearing that same look on his face. Hank waited for him to move before giving him a slight nudge. Connor flinched when he broke out from his thoughts.

"Woah. Connor, are you ok?" Hank raised his hands in front of him to ensure that he would stay calm.

Connor nodded, realising where they were. His trembling hand opened the door. Hank was waiting by the door for him to get out of the car.

"Connor, get a move on. I'm starved."

All of a sudden, when Connor stood up, he felt faint. He looked up at Hank, who was looking at him puzzled.

"Hank."

He tried to shout for him, but only a whisper came out. Connor's knees became weak, and his throat began to close up. He couldn't breathe. He bagan to hyperventilate, and he looked at his hands, which were shaking. Hank looked over at him, confused. Connor felt wek and dropped to his knees.

"Shit, Connor!" Shouted Hank.

He knealed down in front of him and supported his body with his arms. Connor jestured to his his neck. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing.

"Connor, son, look at me." Hank gently placed his hand on his face and moved his chin up so they were making eye contact.

"Connor, just breathe."

He could not stop. His face was sweaty and pale, and his heart was beating a lot faster than usual. Hank moved closer to Connor and put one arm around his back, and the other he held his hand.

"It's ok, Con, it will pass soon. It's just a panic attack. Just try and slow your breathing."

Hank took Connor's hand and placed it over his heart. Hank's heartbeat was a lot slower than his.

"Can you do that for me?"

Connor felt how much of an increase in the speed of his heart had changed. Connor tried to breathe slowly, but all that came out was short little gasp for air. He turned to Hank and saw his worried look. Hank quickly changed that expression to a lop-sided smile.

"Are you ok now, Con."

Hank let go of Connor, who just looked at him. Hank waited for an answer. He made sure to keep the same expression. Connor shook his head, and a tear streamed down his face.

"No."

Connor sobbed into his jumper he wiped his eyes and dug his face into it. Hank got behind him, wrapping his legs around his waist to make him feel more secure. He held Connor's head and saw that his arms were up to his face. Hank put his other arm around his front, cradling his hiccuping stomach.

"You had it bottled up today for too long. If you feel like this, tell me, and we can sort it out, ok?"

Connor finally raised his head out from his arms and jumper. He looked up at Hank, who was looking back at him. He nodded. Hank pulled down his sleeve to his coat and wiped his tears.

"You did so good."

Hank liften Connor's chin and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, dad."

Connor managed to force some words out of his anxiety filled throat. Hank pat his back while he stood up. He turned around and held his hand out for Connor to take. Connor reached out and held his hand while Hank supported him as he stood up.

"You hungry?"

Connor shook his head. Hank put his arm around Connor and walked to the door. Hank took out his keys and put them in the door. He opened the door to find Sumo waiting for them patiently. He wagged his tail at Connor and Hank.

"Good boy, Sumo."

Hank took off his coat and shoes and put them aside. Connor did the same. Connor walked down the hallway as Hank walked to the kitchen.

"You sure you're not hungry, Con?"

His bedroom door shut. It echoed throughout the whole house. Hank put his hands on his hips and stood looking down the hallway at his door. Hank felt that he had done something wrong that made Connor feel like he couldn't talk to him about it. He poured Sumo some dog treats in his bowl and scooted it over to him with his foot. He put the treats back into the cupboard. He looked over to his left and saw a packet of unopened chocolate biscuits. He picked them up and walked down the hallway.

Connor sat on his bed with his knees up to his chin. His feet were covered by the blanket, which he loved. It had dogs on it and some of Sumo's hair. He looked to the side and saw a closet. He felt drawn to it. He stood up and scanned it. He saw Hank and Cole hugging each other. It was obvious that Hank loved Cole very much. Hank opened his bedroom while holding the packet of chocolate biscuits. Hank also gazed at the cupboard while holding back from showing that he hurt. He cleared his throat.

"I brought these." He broke the silence.

Connor turned to Hank. "I'm sorry. About Cole. I never realised how much he meant to you."

"Yea well, wouldn't you."

Hank sat down on Connor's bed, still looking at the closet, which once him and Cole sat in.

"What made you feel so scared." Hank looked up at Connor , who still stood up.

He turned towards him and sat down on the floor, his back against the bed. Hank ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly.

"I don't know." He took a while to say those words, but Hank understood why.

"It was just so sudden, and it hurt me. I've never felt that before. Let alone any sort of pain."

Hank nodded as he understood.

"Since I've become a deviant, I've been feeling really quite." He hesitated as he searched for the word he was looking for.

"Scared, anxious, hurt." Hank finished for him.

Connor nodded. "Yes."

Hank picked up the packet of chocolate biscuits and opened them. He took one out for himself and held the packet out to Connor. He just shook his head before resting his head on Hanks lap. He realised how hurt Connor was. He put the biscuit back and put the packet to the side.

"Get up, Connor. We are going somewhere."

Connor looked up, confused. Hank normally lets him rest. Does he think that Connor was weak? Connor lifted himself off the ground and grabbed a hoodie off his bed. He looked at it before throwing it back down. He went into Hank's room and grabbed one of his hoodies instead. He walked down the hallway, and by the door were his shoes. He slipped them on. Hank looked up from clipping Sumo's leash on.

"Is that mine?"

Connor looked at it.

"Yea." Connor looked ashamed.

Hank lop-sidedly smiled at him. He didn't do it back, though. Hank understood. Hank put his coat on and took Sumo's leash. He opened the door, and they all walked out. Hank locked the door behind them. Connor waited by the car.

"We are walking." Hank said as Sumo sat down on the bottom concrete step.

*7:37pm*

They arrived at the bench, where they had one of their first interactions. Where Hank piinted the gun at him. But he knew Hank was as hurt as him. He just didn't show it much. Sumo jumped on the bench and lay down on it, taking up half of it with his fat meaty body. Connor sat down on the edge of the bench with Hank sitting in the middle.

"Now. Connor, do you know why I brought you here?"

Connor looked at him and shook his head. There was a long pause.

"It's because this place had one of the worst memories I ever made. I wish i could go back in time and change what i did." Hank looked into Connor's eyes.

Connor waited for him to continue.

"I pointed a gun at you. I took all my anger out on you for something that wasn't even your fault. I know that i can't get Cole back, but I just can't accept it. I was mad at you for dying and coming back thinking thar Cole could do the same, but he can't. Cole is gone, and i can't do anything about that."

Hank stood up and walked to the green railing that he peered over and saw a large river that streached over the landscape.

Connor walked up to him and stood behind him. Hank could feel his presence. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I used to think that drinking would wash all my problems away, but it only made them worse. I knew that and still did it anyway." Hank turned to face Connor.

"You helped me overcome this Connor. If I shot you and you couldn't come back, I would probably be dead. But I didn't." Hank's eyes became red and puffy.

"But why would you regret something that you're glad you didn't do?" Connor took his hand off Hank's shoulder.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out.

"I guess I just regret taking my anger out on you." He turned back to face the railing. "I bet I sound so fucking stupid right now." He chuckled to himself.

Connor shook his head. "No, you don't. Hank, listen to me. You should not feel bad about this. You are the best partner I could ask for to work with Lieutenant. God, I haven't said that word in a while because I do not just consider you as a partner."

Hank glanced his way, trying to keep himself together.

"Hank, you are like a father to me."

Hank rushed forward and wrapped his arms around him. He buried his head into Connor's shoulder. Connor held him.

"Thank you."

End of ep.4

ep.5 coming soon

#dbh fanfic #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human #anxienty #panic attack

[chronically-enthusiastic]

The Ending of Good Omens S2: An Ineffable Analysis

So I wrote this analysis of the ending of Good Omens S2, and the duck situation... Its quite long, my apologies... Unless you like reading long essays, in which case enjoy!!

The Ducks

Before we begin, I would like to take a moment to acknowledge the ducks. 

Throughout both the book and the show, there has been a running theme. Ducks. It all began back in the 1990s when Good Omens was published. Around the start of the book, Crowley attempts to use the analogy ‘Like water rolls off a duck’s back’, except he has a lapse of memory. He struggles to find the word to complete this simile. The conversation moves on after a few lines, Crowley apparently resigning to not ever reach the satisfying end of the thought. We read the next two pages and forget that anything ever happened. 

DUCKS! Two pages later we are interrupted by this remark from Crowley. This short joke made it’s way into the television programme and has since become the recognised epitome of humour. 

On July 28th, Good Omens Season 2 is released on Amazon Prime. In Episode 1, Crowley and Shax are seen on a bench. Crowley remarks that one should not feed bread to ducks. He is asked what, if not bread, one should feed ducks. This question is ignored. 

The Ending

The Kiss

The kiss is something that lends itself to be analysed. I would like to begin by quoting part of something Mr Gaiman talked about on Tumblr. He said “I don’t think kissing scenes have much to do with love… Crowley’s kiss is about a lot of things but it's not to show they're in love: if you haven't got it by then you'll never get it.” This is vitally important to recognise, in my opinion. I do read Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship as not purely platonic: it is my belief that they are in the middle ground between a romantic and platonic relationship. The general name given to this is a Queer Platonic Relationship (a QPR for short).

FROZEN PEAS!

“Frozen peas, that’s what you should feed ducks.” Thus the joke returns, and the appreciation for ducks and duck humour is doubled. Duck!! No, seriously, duck, I’m throwing a book at you. 

I agree with Gaiman. The kiss was never about romantic love. Crowley was frightened of what a world without Aziraphale would look like. He was gripped with fear about him leaving. He needed to do something that could convey to Aziraphale just how he felt, why, exactly, he could not face life without him. And they have been on earth for so long. They know how humans work, how they express love. In kissing Aziraphale, he attempted to not only remind him of humanity’s capacity for love, but to reinforce that they are on their own side. They are more human than ever before. They understand people in a way that angels and demons never will. And in showing that they are more human than them, Crowley is telling Aziraphale that the beings in heaven and hell will never understand him as well as Crowley does. 

We also see evidence of this throughout their lives in other ways. 

Crowley calls Aziraphale 'angel' much more frequently than is absolutely necessary. You see, it must be acknowledged that Crowley understands human culture. He instructs Shax on complex human interaction, such as sarcasm. There is no way that he does not know that ‘angel’ is a term of endearment for humans. He understands this, and uses it for perhaps that reason. 

Yet there is another perspective to be looked at here. We have already seen how Crowley might use human behaviours to persuade Aziraphale, but what if in this case he is using them to remind himself of something. 

It is true that Aziraphale is an angel, the literal meaning of the word. What if Crowley uses this term to remind himself that Aziraphale will always be an angel, no matter how much Crowley wants otherwise. It is a reminder to himself that despite what he may want, how far he is willing to go, Aziraphale will never stand down from his position as an angel. We have seen how they have discussed being on their own side before. It is always Crowley who initiates the idea. 

Despite knowing this, despite reminding himself of the fact near-daily, he has the courage to ask once more if Aziraphale will leave them for him. And Aziraphale says no. We see the pain on both of their faces as they realise the real implications of him saying no. And we must remember that this is not the first time Crowley has asked this of Aziraphale. He knew that there was a real chance of him saying no: he has said it before. Yet that time Aziraphale denied him because he wanted to save earth, he was on humanity’s side. This time? This time Aziraphale is saying no so that he can go back to heaven’s side. 

"You could be an angel.... my second in command." 

The heartbreak and pain they, Crowley especially, must be feeling is ineffable. Crowley laid his heart bare for Aziraphale. He dared to hope, to be optimistic, and it didn’t work. How will this affect him in the future? Will he allow himself to be vulnerable again? I don’t think so. It will take Aziraphale apologising, coming back and confessing too, to let Crowley be vulnerable again. But even then, will that be enough? Only time and Mr Gaiman will tell.

Aziraphale’s Point

After watching Season 2, and having our hearts broken by Aziraphale, it is all too easy to put the blame on him. But honestly? I think he has a point.

Crowley explicitly states “We don’t need heaven. We don’t need hell. They’re toxic!” And while it is true that they don’t need them, the rest of the world is deeply affected by them. Aziraphale understands this, Crowley, however, does not. 

I’m not entirely sure what Crowley’s stance on saving the world is, but it’s certainly not the same as Aziraphale’s. Crowley has shown that he has a tendency to run away from the big problems. He suggests going to Alpha Centauri instead of preventing the apocalypse in S1, and again in the infamous S2 ending. So given this information, we must call into question who is correct.

Aziraphale is technically the person trying to achieve the best outcome for the most people. He is going to be in charge of heaven, and believes that he can make a difference in the system, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness and life with Crowley. (Whether or not this will actually be the case is yet to be seen, but I am going to discuss a little further into that later.) He wants to use the new position to do actual good, not the ‘Good’ heaven is obsessed with. We could read Crowley’s actions as selfish: he is potentially sacrificing the lives of everyone on earth so that he can be with Aziraphale. In fact, we see him acknowledge that that may well be the fate of the earth: “Earth will be just as dead if heaven causes it as it would be if hell did.” (or something to that effect). 

Is Crowley being selfish here, or just pessimistic? Perhaps he is wanting to leave Earth so that he doesn’t have to worry about that, leaving the humans at the mercy of the wills of the powers up above and down below. But equally, perhaps he truly believes that nothing can be done, and so is faced with the choice of going away with Aziraphale or being subjected to whatever hell will do with him after the second coming. Good Omens has taught us that there is no black and white, just shades of grey. Therefore, I cannot be an absolutist about who is in the wrong. However, I also feel that it has taught us to hope, to believe in the possibility so we can act in the best way possible.

I think that Aziraphale is right to want to make change. He has an opportunity here, given to him by the Metatron, to do something to prevent the second coming. He is not running away, and is sacrificing his own happiness to do what he believes is best. 

But beneath all that, the part of me that just wants them to live happily ever in a QPR as soon as possible is inordinately angry at him for not running away with Crowley. The message? Saving the world is important but I need you to be happy. 

Aziraphale’s Communication

Whilst I mostly agree with Aziraphale’s motivations, some time must be spent analysing his communication. There are many problems with it, and I think when analysed it will bring to light some of the more nuanced and less good parts of why he chose this path.

There is a moment where Crowley states that he said no to hell, and Aziraphale responds with “Well of course you did. You’re the bad guys”. I think that this line really speaks to the way that Aziraphale sees the world still. He uses the word ‘you’re’, not ‘they’re’. He still sees himself and Crowley on opposite sides of the line. After all of their conversations about the nuance of good and bad, how they are on their side, this idea is still entrenched in Aziraphale’s thinking. Let’s take a second here to think about the future.

For a proper character development, we need to see Aziraphale overcome this. He has been pretty stagnant in his character throughout the story so far. We saw Crowley undergo some significant development in that final episode. He finally admitted his feelings, and spoke about what was actually on his mind. So we know that they are both on a character arc. Surely Aziraphale will have a moment like this? There was not one in S1 or 2, therefore it is safe to assume that this will come in S3. I think that in S3 we will see Aziraphale finally recognise that the structural Good and Bad is not the right way of looking at things, and this will lead to a character change that will allow him to do what he must to stop the second coming. 

Aziraphale also doesn’t lead the conversation with the fact that he can make a difference. He leads it with “We can be together, in heaven. It can be just like old times, except nicer”. There’s a lot to unpack in this line. To Crowley, ‘nice’ has never been something he aspires to be, at least not openly. He seems to despise the idea of ‘nice’, as evidenced by “I’m not nice. I’m never nice. Nice is a four letter word.” He has also just shown that he does not want things to go back to the way they were before, which Aziraphale seems to have not listened to. In this scene, Aziraphale seems to fundamentally misunderstand where Crowley is coming from. He does not address anything that Crowley says, apart from perhaps “Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever.”. But even in this he comes across as a little dismissive, and maybe a little patronising? And it still doesn’t address Crowley’s proposition. 

There is the question of whether or not Aziraphale is really in control of his actions in this scene. The Coffee Theory suggests that the Metatron drugged the coffee that he offered to Aziraphale, making him obey him. However, this is not my belief. To say that Aziraphale is not in control of himself here is to misunderstand the conversations he and Crowley have previously had, and to undermine his character. Yet, I do not think that he was aware of everything the Metatron was doing.

The Metatron

We are first introduced to the Metatron in S2 when Crowley is looking at the records in heaven. He is introduced as someone more concerned with the appearance of heaven than how it is actually run. We see him as cruel, and unmoving in his positions.

The next time we see him on screen is when he enters the bookshop, having just ordered a coffee. He interrupts the conversation without introduction, immediately asserting authority. No one, apart from two characters, appears to recognise him. This is intriguing because the archangels should have known who he was. Why this is, I do not know.

Two characters appear to recognise the Metatron. The first is Saraqeal. This is not confirmed, but judging by the lack of shock and indignation contrasted with their other angelic counterparts, we can assume that they do recognise him. Neil Gaiman said on Tumblr: “Paul Chahidi wasn't available when we were shooting. It was a pity. We had some secret things for Sandalphon to do. Saraqael did some of those things, and not others.” What are those secret things, we must ask ourselves? Is one of those the recognition we see from Saraqeal? And what will these secret things mean?

The other character is Crowley. The Metatron asks him directly who he thinks he is, and Crowley answers correctly. This is very interesting for a few reasons. Why does the Metatron ask Crowley of all people? Perhaps to establish power - he knows who knows who he is, he is proving his omniscience so as not to be questioned later. And how does he know that Crowley knows? 

Anyhow, I digress. The point is that from the moment he walks in, he establishes his power and makes everyone else feel shameful. As a person who is admired by the angels, this is an interesting move to make. It makes the angels feel as though they have slighted him in some way, and so will feel compelled to make it up to him - remember that Aziraphale is an angel too (we established this previously in the essay). He then reinforces the idea that they have done something wrong by demanding the archangels leave, but keeping the lowest angel present. This makes the archangel Uriel question if they have done anything wrong, and the Metatron purposefully gives a vague answer so as to maintain power. This display of power is interesting because it is not the people he is exerting power over who are his target. His target is Aziraphale.

The aforementioned tactic is done to impress his power into Aziraphale. His intention is that Aziraphale will feel less power because of this, therefore more willing to do as instructed. The Metatron’s next manipulation tactic is to ignore Crowley. He knows Crowley is not one to stick to the rules (“Ah, well, always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too.”), and will likely help Aziraphale see the truth. The Metatron needs Aziraphale to be convinced before Crowley can tamper with his plan. Therefore, he ignores Crowley, both making Aziraphale feel more important, and making Crowley feel less powerful. He then removes Airaphale from Crowley and onto neutral ground. This is a known technique in manipulation. The conversation then ensues in the restaurant across the road. 

During this, the Metatron describes the characteristics he sees in Aziraphale that would make him a good replacement for Gabriel. This flattery is intriguing because they are not characteristics necessarily seen in Aziraphale. He then pulls out the Crowley card, saying Aziraphale could reinstate him. He obviously knows about their relationship, and so is trying to assure Aziraphale that he can still have everything he wants, yet if he knows that then surely he will know Crowley’s response. The Metatron is giving Aziraphale false hope so as to convince him to join him in heaven. 

The thing that I think is most vital to understand is that Aziraphale never explicitly says yes. Infact, at the end of the conversation Aziraphale asks for more time to think it through, which is answered with a ‘yes, of course’, yet followed with a ‘Why don’t you go and tell him the good news?’. This is a way of making the manipulated feel as though it was their idea, that they said yes, whilst in reality it was the manipulator all along. 

The final straw is how he enters after the ‘breakup’ scene. Crowley walks out, and Aziraphale’s life is left in tatters. After this scene, he is left the most vulnerable and broken we have ever seen him. And that insidious Metatron walks in and acts as if Aziraphale had the moral upperhand. After all that hurt and pain, the Metatron is the one to bring some comfort, to pat Aziraphale’s back and say “Ah, well, he always did want to go his own way.”. Of course Aziraphale is going to follow him now, he has given Aziraphale an opportunity he almost couldn’t resist before, and now the main thing that tied him to Earth is gone. And the Metatron knew EXACTLY what he was doing. He knew that Aziraphale saying all this to Crowley once he’s been mostly convinced would be enough to tear them apart. He knew their weaknesses and exploited them in order to get exactly what he wanted. 

So we know that the Metatron manipulated Aziraphale - the evidence is blatantly there - but the question is why? Every manipulator has a goal, what is the Metatron’s? To answer this is to speculate about Season 3.

Why?

The Metatron manipulated Aziraphale into getting him exactly where he wanted him to be. But the question is why? Aziraphale is not the obedient servant he would find in Micheal, Uriel, Saraqeal, or Sandalphon, nor is he as easy to get on side. The Metatron knows that he has knowingly gone against the will of god before, and so why is he deciding to reinstate him, higher than before?

I think that the Metatron is afraid. He knows about the partnership between Crowley and Aziraphale, we have already established that, but why might this be a threat to him? 

We saw the power of the miracle with Gabriel, it was enough to raise someone from the dead 25 times. And Crowley acknowledges that this is likely because it was performed by both of them, together. And the Metatron is scared by this, of what the ineffable husbands can do together. And so he orchestrates a way to separate them. The idea of keeping your friends close but your enemies closer is pertinent here. If he is as threatened as it is made out that he is, then having Aziraphale directly beneath him at all times might just protect him. 

#good omens #go2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens analysis #good omens meta #This doesn’t have the most satisfying ending #my apologies #but I have spent much too long doing this instead of actual important things #such as writing the essays I need to for school #So I hope you enjoyed my lil analysis!! #I am not sure how I can express the pure enjoyment I got from writing this #can I just write good omens analyses as a job? #is that a thing people can do? #Aziraphale #Crowley #ineffable husbands #ducks #also yes this is based on some of the posts I have posted before #I fleshed them out and made them a little more eloquent #own post #analysis

[val-victory]

Bitleaks File 02

[Attached are 2 Files, a Spreadsheet File titled "stats.tbl" and a Document File Titled "verisimilitude_of_luck.doc"]

[The Spreadsheet contains Data of all Battles fought by various Gym Leaders, Elite-4s, Champs and other High-Profile Trainers of the Unova Region. The Material covers the last 16 Years.]

[The Battles are notated in Standard Battle Notation(SBN).]

[Results are taken from official League Sources and do not contain unofficial Battles. Only 6v6 Single Battles are covered.]

[The Trainers are listed with their Teams.]

[The Document File is written like an academic Text. It is divided into 3 Chapters.]

[First Page is a Title Page, "Verisimilitude of Luck" by V V V]

[The first Chapter takes the Information of the Spreadsheet and applies Statistical Analysis to it. The Pokémon are sorted into Tiers of different Strengths.]

excerpt:

"Yes, all of this Analysis is necessary we need to know which Teams statistically Perform the best before we can search for what we actually need."

[The text assumes that the Reader is already familiar with most of the mathematical Implementations. And provides no Sources.]

excerpt:

"Proper examination of the power levels is required for further analysis."

[The second Chapter applies stochastic Analysis to the previous Results. The Chapter proposes that Luck is one of the most important Factors in Battling.]

[Trainers are analysed both on which Pokémon they were using and how many inaccurate Attacks they were able to hit, and if their Attacks resulted in any kind of Special Effect.]

[The Trainers are assigned a Luck Value, where 50% is the Standard.]

excerpt:

"Imagine if you were tossing a Coin(1 or 0), and after each toss you added every Result together. After repeating this 100 Times the sum would be your Luck Value."

[The Trainers are Plotted onto a Normal Distribution, most are within the Bounds of the Graph.]

excerpt:

"So this tells us who the lucky Assholes are?"

[There are however 6 Trainers whose Luck Value is significantly higher than the Rest, their Stats Break the Normal Distribution.]

excerpt:

Clay Turner. aka "The Underground Boss" Gym Leader of Driftveil City. Struck it big with his Mining Company. (his Luck for finding the most Prolific Sites for Mining should probably be included in this Assessment) 75.13 LV Lavender Rose. "The Power Patriarch" No official Title, but has achieved a Top 3 Ranking during 7 High-Profile Tournaments with his Signature Rotom. This Widower started a Electricity Company after winning the Lottery(lucky), their Power Plant is significant for being the only one to be unaffected by the Tornadus Hurricane in 2015. The Company closed 2 Years ago due to Zapdos deciding to claim the entire Industrial Park as it's Territory. 77.65 LV Bartholomew Friga. "Captain Iceman" Has had several Showmatches against Gym Leaders and Elite-four. Participated in many Tournaments, always got into Top 6 Placement, with his Signature Vanilluxe. Captain Iceman should be familiar to every Unovan who grew up in the early 2000s. He is both the Mascot and the CEO of a major Distributor of frozen Treats. The iconic Commercial where he is stranded with his Crew in the Northern Seas and invents the Sourbet has been burned into everyones Mind. This fictional Commercial however became Reality when his Boat was frozen solid during a Trip to the Northern Seas, it has been abandoned ever since.(the Captain and his Crew were rescued) LV 78.00 Ariana of Zapapico. "The Dame". Beaten the Champ 3 Times in a Tournament, decided against accepting the Title due to the Champ's Responsibilities. Made a Name for herself by always appearing in Full Knights Gear and performing as if she came from Medieval Paldea. Her Signature Pokémon were Ceruledge and Armarouge. She left Unova after her Town was declared unsafe due to suspected volcanic Activity. LV 79.45 Rolf & Tristana Sekton. "Unending Onslaught" & "Unbreakable Wall". Leaders of the Pfiff City Dojo. The Sekton Family historically has brought forth many High-Profile Trainers. Rolf and Tristana have beaten every Gym Leader on their first Attempt. Despite their Young Age they Both always finished Top 5 in every tournament they competed at. The Philosophy of the Sekton Family forbids them from bonding with Pokémon. They rotate their entire Team for every Major Tournament and don't have signature Pokémon. LV 81.99 & LV 82.01

[the third Chapter is full of Personal Information about these Trainers, Home Addresses, Bank accounts, Phone Numbers, etc. are listed in detail.]

excerpt:

"wow, i can't believe that you can just download this. Are they stupid or what?"

[The Final Page is a Map of Unova. Every major Location associated with these 6 Trainers is marked.]

[The Locations associated with Clay Turner, the Sekton Siblings and Lavender rose are already crossed off.]

#rotomblr #rotumblr #pokemon irl #lore #THIS IS A BITLEAK; VAL DOESN'T KNOW THAT THESE ARE HAPPENING. AND CAN'T SEE THEM.