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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #13

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((edited because I figured out to add some more history facts that I think are important))

~POV Sinbad~

"The Kou Empire, huh?"

"That is going to make things risky."

With all of the Generals caught up with what happened in Balbadd, they needed to start planning for King Sinbad's trip to the Kou Empire, as well as catching him up with everything that had happened in Sindria while he was gone.

"LadY YamuRAI H AA AA A" A yell came from the hallway accompanied by the sounds of running.

((Sinbad is hidden on the left. There's a hint of him poking out.))

A panting magician gave apologies for disturbing their meeting and ran to the head of Sindria's magicians. "I wish I knew you were here so I didn't search the tower first~" Then he started explaining about some magical proof. Most of his words sounded like gibberish to the rest, but it was clear that he had made some kind of break though.

Yam jumped out of her seat. "How did you finally figure it out?! Who figured it out?!" She whipped her head to her King, "Sorry your majesty," and then looked back to the other magician.

"It was the work of the Prophet!” the magician answered. "We were talking about her illness and she pulled out scrolls that- you just have to read them for yourself!”

Mori had said that she had written other scrolls before she started coping down Fate. This must have been what she was working on.

Both magicians bowed out to go test out this new information. Before they could leave, Sinbad ended the meeting; there was no way he was going to wait to learn what other information Mori had blessed them with. Ja'far followed as did a few of the other Generals.

When they got into the court yard, the doctors that had been sent to take care of Mori were already pushing their supply cart back to their main building. The magician that had stayed behind spotted them and raised two scrolls up triumphantly. "She let me take the scrolls!"

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News of the scrolls written by a Prophet spread throughout the Black Libra Tower within an hour. Yamuraiha and the doctors explained their significance to King Sinbad.

If even a fraction of the theories in the scrolls proved true it would completely changed their understanding of how illnesses work. If Mori wasn't sick she would undoubtedly be swarmed with questions and demands for proof. According to the magicians, nothing in the scrolls went against any known information. Instead, they gave explanations to why certain things that had been attempted in the past had failed. What she wrote about 'cells' was what really caught the eyes of the white magicians and doctors. As an example, according to Mori's writing there were blood types and most couldn't mix; that would explain why most past attempts at blood transfusions had failed.

The 2nd scroll showed a break down of even smaller particles, and how the structures of different particles made up everything. This was going to bring alchemic magic to a whole new era. Sure, such things would most likely be limited to high magicians, group efforts, and the Magi, but it looked possible now. A lot of common magic of the current day took extreme amounts of magoi in the past because they hadn't found the right formula yet. Mori's writing -if true- could easily be used as a guide to finding the right order of commands for many spells.

And even more than that, Mori had said that she had even more information to share; she had just ran out of scrolls and ink.

Mori's presence in Sindria, and everything that went with it were Fate and the Rukh's guidance. King Sinbad could see it -the future he wanted.

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~POV Mori~

In Sindria's Palace there is a Great Bell. It is rung during celebrations, and to signify the King returning home like it did earlier that day, but it's main use was to ring every 2 hours to tell everyone the time since clocks weren't invented yet. So even though I was a sick person trying to rest during the day, I was woken up by the Great Bell every 2 hours... which of course is also situated right on top of the guest tower.

For obvious reasons, I was awake again.

I wish I knew how the others responded to the scrolls. I really wanted to know Yam's opinion most. Those scrolls basically gave away the secret to Yunan's signature alchemy magic.

I still had the first scroll I had worked on -the one on the science behind blimps-, and the last science scroll I had started. That one was on DNA, and reproductive systems. It was the last one I started in Balbadd. I hadn't started working on it until sunrise on my 2nd sleepless night and it showed; there were missing words everywhere, many incomplete sentences, and I couldn't stay in topic.

These mistakes were too great to fix with an ink knife. Editing was going be super annoying and time consuming since I couldn't work digitally. I'd have to physically cut up the first draft to put everything in the right order before making the next one.

Wait- Did this world have scissors???

Back home the first evolution of shears that could be labeled as scissors was in Roman barber shops in the last hundred years or so before Rome fell. China would spontaneous also create something akin to scissors not long after. Reim and the Kou Empire seemed to line up with Rome and ancient China for the most part, so I tend to use them to place the time period, but the dress Princess Dunya wears is centuries off and throws all historical accuracy questions out the window. Rome was long gone by the time boning was added to women's undergarments, and that dress had all the signs of boned corsetry.

Fuck it. I'll ask for scissors and if they don't have them I'll just invent them myself. I had been drafting professionally for the past 4 years. That may have been for microelectronics, but it uses all the same skills; I could do this. I needed to get a ruler -or at least a straight edge- and a drafting compass which they probably have based on the look of maps in the series, and pencils, or at least colored inks if they had them. I probably needed to reinvent the French curve(stencil tool used in art & drafting)...

Since I was struggling to fall back asleep I moved to the table and pulled out my test scroll. It was full of random marks and some of my early drawing attempts that I used to practice with the dip pen -it's also where I wrote down the dreams from the Rukh. I'd write the list of things I needed, rip the section out of the scroll, and pass the list to someone who could get me what I was asking for. I added some living necessities too like sleep wear and a comb.

The maids that came to give me dinner, and next dose of medicine were not pleased that I wasn't in bed -I was an important guest who was sick after all. And I wasn't pleased to have to drink more of that bitter medicine, but we can't have nice things all the time, now can we?

My voices was strained but I managed to communicate enough. I gave them my list, and laundry (the clothes I wore on the boat) before they left. They'd get me the things the next day. I was instructed to sleep until someone brings me breakfast the next day... which is what I was going to do anyway since the sun was practically gone. I might be a bit of a workaholic but I'm not going to let myself pull an accidental all-nighter when I know I'm still sick. I'm far more self aware than that.

And besides, the Great Bell didn't ring at night.

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Maids brought my breakfast (& meds) the next morning and let me know that my clothes would be cleaned and dry by the end of the day. I guess they didn't use magic for everything.

They also gave me all of the drafting and inking supplies I asked for except for scissors. In one of the omakes Sinbad was shown cutting his hair with a knife as a part of his normal grooming. I had hoped he was just old fashioned.

For the greater good and the future of my own hair care, I drafted up detailed designs for a few different types of basic scissors. They wouldn't look fancy, but hopefully I had put enough of a detailed explanation on everything for the smith to figure out what I was asking. Steel wasn't developed until the middle ages and some of the counties of this world matched that so I hoped

that God and anime were on my side. I really wanted scissors that would be a good quality.

And if that didn't work I'd just have to get used to using knives and bladed rollers like a regular person.

The Great Bell rung for 10 am. There were at least another 2 hours before someone would show up, to give lunch, that I could ask to take my draft for the scissors to a black Smith.

I should be resting as a sick person. I should be more exhausted and in pain as a sick person. What was making me recover this quickly?

I still didn't feel like laying back down, so I decided to start drafting up the materials and equipment for proving everything I had written in the scrolls I gave the previous day.

Globally, micro-organisms, viruses, and bacteria were not really accept or proved until the late 1800's. Since Magi seems to take place some time around our 100AD-1300, and Yunan hinting at chemical compounds was seen as shocking by Yam, I knew that my bio scrolls were probably causing an uproar in the Black Libra Tower. I refused to use actual people or wait for an outbreak to prove it like how it happened in history -like how John Snow proved it when finding the cause of cholera outbreaks in 1848 and 1854 England. No, I needed to show how to prove these things in a lab, and to do that I was going to need to explain how to keep samples and invent a way to see microorganisms.

First was for a glass petri dish and other containers for samples. I'd need at least 3 -preferably more. I know glass works have been around since BC, and that this world had glass windows in some scenes, but I worried about the quality of the glass contaminating the experiments. I was going to have to boil them beforehand to sterilize them anyway.

Gosh I wish I had access to nonporous, air tight containers, and a temperature controlled environment. The heat and humidity of Sindria could easily mess everything up.

Wait... I suddenly remembered a scene from the Magnostadt arc when they showed how a sample was being stored. They already had good enough glass. I knew there were magic bio experiments but I had no idea how they worked.

With the realization that I was getting ahead myself, I switched to writing about how to use the scientific method to test for germs. It was basically the bread in a bag test to teach young children about germs but with petri dishes. I also wrote about how to analyze samples with a microscope to see micro organisms so I was going to have to figure that out next.

Lunch came as the perfect break.

Just thinking about reinventing this thing made me nervous. I knew magnifying glasses existed in ancient Rome, but they would be nothing like what I was used to. I had to explain how light moves and made multiple diagrams showing how concave and convex lenses affect light as well as the material of the lens. I ended up also showing how to make a telescope even though I knew Yam already had one.

Magicians were the only ones shown with glasses. Maybe now the rest of the world could have them too.

4 o'clock came and so did 3 doctors and a magician. It was less than yesterday, but still more than necessary to treat or analyze one person. I only recognized one of the doctors from the previous day. All of the new faces looked nervous. None of them looked young by any measure, so I really doubted this was their first time treating someone.

They weren't happy to see me at the table and made me return to my bed -their loss.

The doctor from the previous day was the one doing most of the talking. "Your recovery is amazing. You will most likely be better in another 3 days at this rate if not sooner. It's practically a miracle."

I smiled. "It's pretty shocking for me too." As long as I spoke quietly and kept my comments short, I found I could talk again for a bit.

The doctor was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I know you need rest, but would you be willing to answer a few questions about those scrolls from yesterday?

The 3 other men looked expectant. This was why they were here.

"I don't mind as long as you don't make me talk too much."

Then came the question I was expecting since I had first made the scrolls. "I know you are a Prophet and the information came from your visions but is there any way you can prove what you wrote?"

I pointed to the table with the scroll I had started earlier. "I can't prove it with the current equipment I have, so I've been drafting up the needed equipment and processes for proving it."

They all turned to look at where I was pointing.

I added, "It's not done, but you're welcome to read what I have so far."

I was thanked as they went to the table they had called me away from when they entered.

'He called it 'visions?' Really?' I had to ask Sinbad later what he was telling his people about me so I could keep the story straight.

The magician confirmed for the others what I wrote about light bending. There was magic to do that, but not everyone is a magician. I had just invented a way for non-magicians to bend light.

Just wait until I show them a prism that can split light into colors. Or teach them how light is perceived in the eye. Or even better, show them the double slit experiment that proves that light is a particle not just a wave... Did they know light was a wave yet?

"Lady Prophet."

I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You said this isn't finished and there is plenty of space in this scroll for more, but would you let us take this back to the tower so we can get started?"

I wanted to say 'no.' I was still coming up with things to add to it, but I also knew that holding things back because I wanted to save paper was a fool's game. Besides, I could always add more to it later.

I nodded and they thanked me before making me promise not to leave my bed. They were grateful for this new scroll but not at the expense of my health -they were doctors after all.

And then they left.

It was probably about 5pm if my internal clock was on schedule, so I had about an hour before the next ring of the Bell.

Even if I wasn't a man of my word, I would have lost the motivation to work with my current project taken from me while I was still in the middle of making it.

So, I did the thing I grew up doing when I was bedridden from illness: I looked out the window. From the bed I could only see the tops of the buildings on the other side of the courtyard. The Tower that was just poking in from the left had to be the Black Libra Tower.

The waves in Sindria were calmer yet stronger than those in Balbadd. It was probably due to Sinbad's influence. He brought stability and security to his people. I could understand why so many chose to follow him or ally with him. But I knew where all this would lead. As he obtains more power and influence he will stop being able to see himself from the pedestal that he and everyone else put him on; his greed will make him blind to the wants and needs of others, and like a middle aged parent that isn't ready for their child to leave the nest he will take out his frustration on the world that was moving on without him. When Sinbad dies at the end of the manga, Drakon realizes that they all put too much on Sinbad's shoulders.

To change Fate, I was going to have to make sure I never put him on that pedestal nor rely on him for much. And I was going to have to convince the 8 Generals to do the same -or at least to start pulling more of the weight.

The 6 o'clock Bell came faster than I expected, as well as my dinner not long after. They brought my clean laundry, a sleeping gown, and some other common clothes and things for my convenience.

I would have preferred something much shorter for the night gown since I hate having a lot of extra fabric around my legs when I already have blankets. I was not going to risk being walked in on by doctors or whoever when sleeping naked, so I would make do for now.

There was no way King Sinbad wasn't going to reward me for those scrolls. If it was some kind of treasure I'd sell it and buy a new wardrobe for myself that actually suited me, and if the reward was a request then I would ask that he pay for everything directly.

The light coming in my windows changed, and I watched my 2nd sunset in Sindria.

When Sinbad found this island 10 years ago, he completely terraformed it. He didn't get rid of all of the vegetation that was here, but he did break down one of the sides to allow for easier access by boat. The side he carved out faced northish towards all of the other known countries, so no boat would have a reason to circle the island. It was a decision that would benefit the merchants and make it easier to defend.

It also meant that my windows faced west, so I could watch the Sun set every day. I couldn't help but see that as a blessing and a curse. Sure not getting the sunrise meant I'd need to put more effort into

waking up in the morning but that wasn't the part I was worried about.

See- The thing is... I have synesthesia (having 2 or more senses overlapping). I see sounds, letters, and numbers as colors and textures. I have it mild enough that I can normally block it out so it's not too distracting (thank God because music is a main stim), but sometimes I'll hear something and get overwhelmed by how it looks.

Each letter and number is a color. So every voice can make every color, but language, pitch, tone, and accent all affect the colors and textures I see from a person's voice like a filter. There have definitely been some people that I struggled to give my full attention to when I first met them because I was entranced by how their voice looked. The more I hear a person's voice the more I'm able to move its visuals to the background so I can focus -desensitizing myself to it.

Luckily, Sinbad's voice is normally not so distracting that I stop paying attention. Since it's like a merger of every voice actor I've heard play him (All the characters I had met so far were like this.) I'm already desensitized. The similarities across all of the VAs meant that his voice looked like a sunset -full of deep purples and magentas, and bright reds, peach, and gold, and with a smooth and flowing texture like painting in acrylic with a wet brush -like a painting of the last moments of a sunset.

His voice was as pretty as he was.

I hadn't actually gotten to see or hear him for a whole day. But I'd get to look at his voice's equivalent every day while living under his protection.

It was frustrating to admit -I barely knew him as a real person- yet I couldn't deny that I missed him. I feel asleep watching the sun set.

((I wasn't going to write about my synesthesia, but this is my fanfic and I thought it might be fun to reference the colors peoples voices make when the characters talk. I'm not going to paint every VA and head cannon, but I will describe them as I go. Ja'far's Japanese and English VAs have voices that look very different so finding the middle ground is proving tricky.

Also, anyone who noticed that the purple I see in Sinbad's voice is the same as the purple I've been using for the illustrations and comics is super smart and cool.))

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alternativewinxcontinuity · 5 years

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will the winx alt. con. keep with canon relationships? cuz sky and bloom could be a dope couple with good writing, and aISHA AND NABU OHMYGOD-

TLDR:

Yes and No?Stella/Brandon are basically the same, while Sky/Bloom and Aisha|Layla/Nabu|Ophir are getting a little bit of a more obvious over haul they will still be A Thing.

Tecna/Timmy, Flora/Helia and Musa/Riven are... less so, like, if they happen as a romance thing, it will be a long time coming, or less obvious.

Mirta/Lucy& Palladium/Avalon are also A Thing, but more background than any of the others.

So in terms of ships in the Canon show: they are a mess. On the surface they seem plausible, maybe even okay, but the longer you look at them, the worse the relationships get. I've tried to keep the basics, but change certain circumstances so things are less... bad foundation-wise

Bitching and Alt Con spoiler alerts below the cut.

Stella/BrandonBloom/Sky (feat. Diaspro)Aisha/Nabu|Layla/Ophir (feat. Roy (&Nex))Tecna/TimmyFlora/HeliaMusa/Riven (feat. Darcy)Mirta/LucyDaphne/ThorenPalladium/Avalon

Final heads up, I'm about to say a lot of sh*t, and none of you have to agree, we all interpret things differently, I'm the kind of person who pulls things apart and finds the smallest speck of 'rot' and grows it in a mental Petri dish to see how awful things could be... that is a terrible analogy, but long-and-short-of-it: my opinions may be based on worst case scenario analysis, rather than any analysis you may use, and I am not saying you should not ship things, by all means, ship all the things.

I apologise for the high levels of in-coherency and absolute aggro.

Stella/Brandon

On the surface, this ship is changing perhaps the least because they're a “pretty stable” couple, unfortunately, they also began their relationship with a lie and that was never fully addressed in Canon. I tried to combat that by having Brandon and Stella 'test the waters' so to speak, with Brandon asking early on if Stella thought she'd still like him even if he wasn't a prince, and Stella later mentioning to Bloom that yeah, she would.

I say “pretty stable” because they don't break up every other episode, but their relationship is kind of... on the opposite end of the problem spectrum, like: “I'd jump off a cliff with no knowledge of what was below and no safety harness or ability to fly for you,” they've displayed a concerning level of co-dependency.

I tempered that a bit in the Alt Con, mostly be removing the situation where that (jumping off the cliff) happened, because it was the result of characters being sudden!dumb! But I also feel like, whatever universe, they'd be the kind of couple who'd get through rocky points in their relationship because they'd try to make it work because they are connected.

Canon treats them a little weirdly, because they are (excuse my language) psychotically-in-love, despite both being established as generally flirty people, but it only once really put the jealousy thing into play, in season 4 when the writers tried to make us take Mitzy as a 'serious villain' by turning her into Stella&Brandon's 'Diaspro problem'.

Alt Con Stella&Brandon are more reasonable, but are still very much 'our eyes met and something clicked' kinds of in love, but they definitely put work into a stable foundation, and were able to weather the SkyBrandon reveal with only a small wobble and some breathing space.

Bloom/Sky (feat. Diaspro) aka: the Drama Llama ship.

I think this one is changing the most, of the three main ships that are 'staying'. Alt Con Bloom&Sky didn't actually start dating until late in season 2, and are being very cautious with their relationship.

Unlike Canon Sky, Alt Con Sky was hesitant to begin a relationship when he knew he would have to end it, and knowing it would be a douche-bag move. Likewise, Bloom's Canon displayed empathic ability came into play, warning her that Sky was hiding something from her, and making her hesitant to even try dating while that was looming between them.

The biggest change with the Bloom/Sky dynamic is that it didn't start under falsehoods, and Diaspro was treated with the respect she deserved, rather than an unwanted crazy ex (even before she was the ex).

Canon Sky was a cheater, pure and simple, we've (probably all) talked the matter to death over the years, and there's no interpretation where what he did and didn't do, was okay. But it also explains his later douchey behaviour: people who cheat are more likely to suspect others of cheating.

Canon Sky has always been quick to jealousy, see season 2's full on stalking bullshit, and of course the thing with the FrEaKinG unicorn.

And of course, since he did start his relationship with Bloom as a cheater, Bloom knows he has a history of cheating, and cheaters don't typically 'find the right person and change their ways forever'. Sorry, but they don't, which explains why Bloom is so ready to believe Diaspro is succeeding in stealing Sky back, whether she actually is or not.

Canon Bloom/Sky have no trust foundation, like zero, none, maybe even negative trust foundation.

Fixing that was simple: I didn't let them get together while there were lies to be had.

Now, love her, hate her, pity her, Diaspro is a huge part of the Canon relationship, so I do have to talk about her.

Canon treats her like an increasingly manic instant drama dispenser, and I think we're all sick to death of it, not just because Diaspro has become more and more difficult to sympathise with, but because we're sick of the Bloom/Sky (relationship-status: “Yoyo's would be dizzy by now”) continuity.

But she's a princess, which means she should be more politically aware than what she is in Canon, she's marrying in to The Royal Family of Eraklyon. Sky's already there, he's set, he is the 'scheduled in in pen' Future King of Eraklyon, he ain't got to do shit.

Diaspro does. She has to be liked by the current king and the people, even if not her future husband, her marriage is a job.

So Alt Con Diaspro gets to do 'diplomacy' first, she gets to make first contact with the Winx, rather than being randomly attacked by a crazy ass fairy and being humiliated in public.

But this also means that Bloom wasn't humiliated in public, because Alt Con Diaspro was tactful in revealing the truth about the SkyBrandon switch. (Because the switch wasn't actually life or death protection.)

That whole first meeting in Canon was disaster from the word go, and put such a taint on the relationship that it's season 8, and the writers are apparently still trying to beat that dead horse.

The main thing that stops Bloom/Sky from moving past their beginning in Canon, is that they just don't communicate. They run into the slightest problem and suddenly they're breaking up and they stop trusting each other and its the end of the world and boohoo, blah blah woof woof.

They get back together as a matter of course, like its on a freaking check list for the writers to tick off, but they never really deal with what happened. It's all: Inciting incident, zero to sixty in three point five break up, way too long stealing the B plot's screen time being pouty and childish, 'oh we were wrong and are back together now without dealing with the actual problem because there wasn't one we're just dumb.'

Starting them off with knowing that they have an attraction to one another, but listening to a combination of common sense/basic decency and intuition so they wait until they're at a place where they can be honest and upfront about what needs to be spoken about, rather than having them run head first into what is nothing more than a revolving door of relationship drama was important for the Alt Con, because ain't nobody got time for that shit anymore. (Have you seen the new time line, it's condensed AF.)

The Alt Con also does something else I always wanted to see: addresses the fact that Bloom is now in a position to marry into a Royal Family.

Alt Con Bloom/Sky is a lot more tentative than Canon, they started of on a better foot, without that lie and cheating between them, but they're going into the relationship knowing that if they work, and they feel like there's a good chance they will, Bloom will have to assume the role of Queen Consort of Eraklyon one day, she's not just dating Sky, she's dating his family and his Planet which means they have to take it slower and more seriously.

Spoiler alert for season 3 of the Alt Con: the love potion is still happening, the set up of the relationship though means there's less 'why doesn't he love me anymore' and more 'Diaspro was (not totally fine with it but) prepared to accept the change, this isn't like her,' and 'Sky and I were okay last time we talked, he wouldn't do this without telling me, something is wrong here.' (Diaspro is not a psycho b*tch/Mark of Valtor theory coming well into play here.)

Aisha/Nabu|Layla/Ophir (feat. Roy (& Nex))

So in Canon, Nabu and Aisha first met when Nabu just randomly up and stalked Aisha through Magix on her day off after their engagement was announced. And because apparently princesses can't date first boyfriends who don't lie about their identity, Nabu introduced himself as 'Ophir'.

Look, I get that he was shy and embarrassed or something? But what the genuine frick-frack?!

The writers have apparently never had romantic relationships before because that trend was really friggen messed up. Like... none of the relationships in Winx Club are what I'd call ideal and healthy, all of them have some aspect of 'oh god run!' to them, but Aisha got the short end of a ratty stick.

So Canon timeline (allegedly): Middle of third year, Aisha's home world is under attack and she can't do more than she's already done. Trying to take a mental health day with her girls, and this rando dude up and stalks her, then, because she's a decent person, she chooses stalker's life over the Magical Dimension (Agador Box), and it turns out, this random ass stalker has lied about his identity and stalked her because he's the fiance she never wanted.

And yes, they do eventually end up falling in love and choosing one another... right before he fricken dies less than a year later.

So you know, Aisha does her 'vengeance is me' spree, which was awesome but designed to put her in a bad light, let's be real.

And then: nothing, an extra heaping of man hate because Aisha is an angry-girl, but no one really addressed her grief after the fact, like you don't just wake up and get over the death of someone that close, and yes, I know that people do move on, but we never saw her moving on, she calmed down after an episode of revenge and then she was 'all good' bar the aggro-tude. She spent season 5 and 6 angry at everything male, then suddenly she was dating Nex and... I'm sorry, I do block a lot of the later seasons out, but I genuinely do not remember them getting together, they just suddenly were after a season of Nex being an asshole with an almost redemption scene when he saved Roy, who mysteriously vanished, despite sticking around post his job-arc in season 6, but I guess that was for drama.

I don't really care for Nex, but that's a complex and layered issue that is only partly about shipping, and only partly about the fact that he was an absolute asshole who almost killed Roy during training basically on purpose, even if I didn't particularly like Roy, I don't hate Nex either.

Aisha has had all the boys thrown at her, and it was annoying, because she never needed one, she sure as sh*t didn't need a second and a third who inexplicably 'won her hand' or whatever the hell happened there.

I would have been fine if Aisha had stayed single after Nabu, like, just because people do move on, doesn't mean she has to date again.

So, Alt Con, Nex and... urgh, 'Thoren' are persona non grata, because let's be honest, they were introduced for shipping purposes and Daphne/Thoren was the stupidest thing to ever be shipped in Magix, I apologise if you like the ship, I don't mean to start a war, but it felt like it was so forced and it came out of even less than nowhere than Aisha/Nex.

Also Daphne isn't returning to life in the Alt Con, sorry, spoiler.

But Nabu isn't dying either. (I thought about it, but it was a stupid drama grab, so it's been chucked and set on fire. I did have an idea of a plot line for the closure, involving Nex as the son of a Valkyne who'd left Waltevy, and him taking Aisha to say a proper goodbye to Nabu, and freaking waiting for her to be ready to date again and just being a decent friggen person... but, yeah, nah.)

Salvaging Roy, even in Canon is actually pretty easy: Roy volunteered for the duty of driving Aisha around because he was actually good friends with Nabu, they went to school together before Roy joined the royal guard (or whatever), and while they never got the chance to meet while Nabu was alive, Roy wanted to get the chance to meet the young woman who stole Nabu's heart, the young woman who loved Nabu like he did. (yes, Roy is gay now.)

Boom! Roy: kept, forced attempt at shipping: gone, call back to that one dead character everyone loved in a way that could lead to closure: available.

(So yeah, Roy is also gay for his bestie in the Alt Con, but also understands that Nabu will never feel the same, and puts their friendship above his romantic interest... he might get someone one day...)

With the Alt Con, there are places where I want to run parallels, and the Aisha/Nabu|Ophir meeting is one of them, but also not.

Again, season 3 spoilers apply: Aisha will be meeting Nabu under the name Ophir, but it's not for 'nefarious purposes of deception' like Canon, it's just a misunderstanding no one cleared up until too late. Part of (Alt Con) Androsian culture is something called a 'Sidhe name', something that an Active magic user takes on when they achieve a certain level or status. Nabu's Sidhe name is Ophir, which he uses for important or official situations, like during the siege of Andros.

Ophir and Roy are showing up early on to take part in the defence of Andros, and to fight along side the Winx, not as love interests, but just as two guys who were available, who are capable and who are helping out.

'Ophir' and Aisha get along pretty well during the events, and Aisha's parents, having been quietly worried about finding someone who would be a good match for their 'not as courtly as she could be' daughter, reach out to Nabu's folks to see if he's in a relationship, and all parents get a little ahead of themselves which leads to the surprise engagement, which leads to Nabu tracking Aisha down to apologise and see if it is something she'd like to pursue or if they need to sit their parents down for a talk, which leads to the reveal, 'Ophir isn't my birth name, sorry, surprise I'm your fiance' moment, which is no longer a 'surprise your chosen-for-you future-husband is a rando stalker' event.

And because the parents went off the pre-existing mutual attraction rather than just up and picking a dude, it's less stupid when they get together anyway.

(I'm sorry but, Canon Aisha did not want to get hitched to some random guy, but he ended up being her first love? Urgh, maybe I'm just too jaded, but it just always hit me as a 'if you stick it out long enough you'll learn to love him, settle now to be happy later' message. I am so happy they did find love and happiness together, as brief as it was, but... come on not all arranged relationships end well...)

(And yes, Aisha will be taking Layla as her Sidhe name, because it is such A Thing within the fandom, I had to find a place to throw it in.)

Tecna/Timmy

Look, this ship is not a bad ship, I think I just don't like it because I liked that there was a romantic relationship that wasn't... standard hallmark romance or whatever. People aren't all the same, friendships and romantic relationships look different on different people, and I enjoyed that Tecna and Timmy were a... “bromance” style romance, that they knew what they had, and it was enough even if it didn't look like the other couples' relationships. If we had to have their relationship take up screen time, I would have preferred it wasn't a forced dinner date.

They were so uncomfortable, but as that damn subliminal message likes to tell us: 'normal dating is correct dating, your love is wrong, so in the end, their friends forcing them to do something they didn't want to do, and meddling in their relationship was “the right thing all along”'.

>:(

No, none of that in the Alt Con.

Tecna/Timmy is a lot slower in the Alt Con, because their friends are more respectful of their different emotional needs. Tecna is learning how to express herself in ways others can more easily see and recognise, but the Winx are also learning to read how Tecna expresses herself normally (for her).

Timmy is a capable leader, but also a bit introverted, while he can take charge, he's more of a team tactician, gathering the data and making it understandable.

Their relationship in the Alt Con is romantic, but it won't take up much 'screen' time, and it won't necessarily 'look' romantic.

Tecna and Timmy of the Alt Con are... shared spaces, quietly working on their own projects while in the same room, sharing tools as they work, they're technobabble too fast for anyone else to keep up, they're leaps in logic that only the other seems to follow in full, they're hooking pinky fingers together when they stand close.

They're slow and methodical and contented and they know where they are together, and they communicate well, even if they don't communicate like Brandon and Stella who do it loudly and with giant gestures and exaggerated facial expression, or Bloom and Sky who sit and hold hands and sometimes struggle to word things trying to make sure they're understood by the other because they're a little afraid.

Tecna and Timmy clicked quietly one piece of a puzzle at a time, and they know they don't do things like everyone else, but their way works for them, and that's what's important.

Flora/Helia

Look, I'mma be honest: this ship kinda irks me a little. It felt like Aisha showed up so Flora had to start the romantic process, because a maximum of 1 Winx may be single at a time. Again: this is not a bad ship, it just felt forced. (Like in Sailor Moon Crystal, how just because Serenity and Endymion were dating, their friendship group/generals/guards had to be exactly matched and dating each other too. This is not just my K/Z|M/Z shipper heart being bitter, it just always feels weird to me when this happens, like just because Juliet and Romeo had a thing, doesn't mean the Capulets and Montagues had to start dating one another... bad analogy let's move on.)

At this point, I have no plans for Flora and Helia to be A Thing in the Alt Con, but if it feels like there could be some natural development, I won't rule it out. Helia will still be around, he and Flora just won't be auto matched.

...I fell a little bad I don't have more to say about this ship... I guess... as 'blah' as I feel about them, even I think season 7 did them dirty?

Musa/Riven (feat. Darcy)

Ah yes, the other ship we probably all have strong 'fix it or end it forever' feelings for.

We as a fandom have talked this one over as well, we all know that no matter how passionate it was, the writers just could not let them get to a healthy place and stay there.

Any time it looked like these two dorks were going to be okay, and move past their rocky beginnings: NOPE! Misunderstanding because Riven is a 'Bad Boy' and Musa has abandonment issues which makes it hard for her to trust him... or something???

… honestly it's a little tricky to pin down exact reasoning with these two, because again, I don't think the writers have ever been anywhere near a healthy and supportive long term relationship, and they need to prolong the 'she can fix him if she just holds on' token relationship.

Because realistically that's what this one is, the ship that tells young girls that they can fix 'bad boys' if they just stick it out, that boys like that can be or want to be fixed and 'good boyfriends are prizes you get for fixing shitty ones'. It could have been so much more than that.

The problem is there was never any space where Musa wasn't 'in crush' with Riven or in a relationship with him, and there was only a few times when Riven got to not be an asshole, all of which were typically wipe away for status quo reasons within a few episodes.

So the starting point for these two (versus relationships) in the Alt Con, is Darcy. You all remember when Riven and Darcy dated in the first season, but it was so she could use him as a maybe spy? But she might have liked him for reals? But she totes dumped him like a sack of crap once he was no longer useful and once he did his redemption act, no one ever brought it up again?

I'm not the only one who remembers that right?

So Alt Con Darcy/Riven were actually in love, they met and clicked and it sizzled, and Darcy regretted having to choose between Riven and her sisters, to the point where she helped Riven escape, even though it ended up leading to her own downfall.

And Riven was genuinely in love with Darcy, even into season 2 and 3 he's still in love with her, but he's also trying to get over her, because she's a bad person who tried to rule/destroy the universe.

He had a shitty childhood, he has reasons (not excuses) for being the way he is, and being jealous of Sky's leadership position, but (and this is the important part) Riven knows he's kind of an asshole, and he knows he's not the nicest guy, and the one who wants to make Riven not an asshole, is Riven.

(Reasons: This is why I did the thing. | Excuses: This is why you should let me get way with it.)

Riven is relying on his friends, and yes on Musa too, to help him become a better person, but he's not leaving it all to them, they aren't forcibly shoving him down the road to redemption, Riven is taking responsibility and trying to be better for himself.

Fixing him is not Musa's job, she's just a friend who's supporting another friend on his road to self improvement.

That's not to say that Musa has only platonic friendship feels for Riven, oh no, she thirsts for that capable warrior man, but she also knows that he's kind of an asshole, and a pretty face is not enough to make a shitty attitude worth it.

Though she still occasionally checks him out, (because she has eyes, she can look,) Musa has set aside romantic ideas for the time being, and after season 1 the two settled into a bumpy but solid friendship.

If Musa/Riven do become A Thing, it will be far down the road after a long term friendship, once Riven has gotten to a place where he feels both okay with who he is as a person, and that he has moved on from Darcy and can share his heart with a new person the way they deserve (rather than forever being second string to his first girlfriend) ((and because they grew together while they were growing as people, not her getting a reward for waiting it out)).

(Yes I do understand she wasn't some blameless victim in an abusive relationship as this rant may have seemed to indicate, these two were both to blame for their poor communication and hang ups, but mostly because the writers were ass hats. This show is designed for young girls, every message in it is first intended for young girls, though they can be shared with anyone, and because my brain: what's the scariest maessage that can be taken from this fiasco of a relationship? ^that shit^)

Mirta/Lucy

It was Canon, and I'll hear nothing to the contrary, but holy shit did Lucy keep running back to the Trix and treating Mirta like crap.

I am giving them a little more screen time, and an ongoing background arc, so I let them talk it out.

Alt Con Mirta and Lucy are in 'denial' (they just shy) about being 'together' as of the end of season 2, but they've moved past their fears of being abandoned by one another just because their lives and magics have taken them down different roads.

They'll finish figuring their shit out eventually.

Daphne/Thoren

… no, none of this. Just... just no, thank you. She's staying 'dead' and he doesn't exist.

Palladium/Avalon

So in Canon, Palladium had a crush on who he thought was Avalon, but was actually a monster in disguise. This was never addressed, nor was any trauma Avalon may have suffered during his imprisonment, or the fact that people at Alfea would have acted like they knew him, when they didn't and that would have been confusing until he got to know them all.

This was a ship in it's infancy that never got to be, because it was based on even more of a lie than Bloom/Sky, Stella/Brandon, Aisha/Nabu in Canon.

The Canon of this ship was straight up (ha, pun) queer baiting, let's be real, so Alt Con switched a few key details.

1: Avalon was possessed by a demonic sleeper agent rather than an entire fake!Avalon, so the relationship actually happened, and didn't get retconned last minute.

2: The students ship it

3: Avalon feels like shit about being possessed, but he and Palladium are working through it together

End Note:

I personally feel like the two biggest problems facing the relationships in the Winx Club was the absolute lack of communication between people allegedly in relationships, and the writer's need for Status Quo Drama.

(Status Quo Drama: things that happen to create drama and are never truly solved in a satisfactory manner despite being 'resolved' by the end of the arc in a way that leaves all characters right back where they started while pretending their was some kind of progression.)

#Winx #winx club #Winx Alternative Continuity #Winx Alt Con #winx ships #shipping rant #I APOLOGISE FOR EVERYTHING #ranting about shipping #i’m just bitching now #I got an Ask!#Asking Alternix

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Danganronpa Kirigiri Sou translation-Part 7

<- Part 6 | Masterpost | Part 8 ->

A transcript of part 7 of juicedup14 playthrough/translation of Kirigiri Sou, which you can watch here.

Thanks to @drmedicsgamesurgery for helping me work on the transcript.

As it flies in the air, the plant explodes. I see the projection line in slow motion as I think back to a past memory…

A: My life flashed before my eyes.

B: I think of a death poem.

C: Before I die, please tell… oh nevermind.

juicedup14 chooses A

My life flashed before my eyes.

When I was first born, when I was first able to do a pull-up, lots of things until I met Kirigiri.

Kirigiri!?

She’s running.

She’s aiming for the bomb.

She flies like an outfield catcher, she dives into the floor-Diving Catch!

And the potted plant falls into Kirigiri’s hand, she safely captured it.

“What are you doing!? You newb! You carless piece of trash!”

Kyouka raises her voice.

“Uh, I’m sorry.”

“We were about to get served up as diced steak for dinner if that happened!”

“But! There was something out there! The Rhinogradentia!”

“Outside?”

Kyouka aims her machine gun out the window, and secures the prememeter. But she immediately shakes her head.

“There’s nothing out there.”

“No, there really was something……”

“Even so, that’s not a good reason for you to let go of the bomb.”

Kirigiri gets up, and puts the claymore mine potted plant on top of the table, and fixes her hair. She’s surprisingly calm.

“I’m truly sorry……”

“Do be careful. We'd all get blown up to hell-”

Then, on the other side of the door an explosion was heard.

We widen our eyes, and look over to the door.

“What was that just now……?”

“That was the sound of a set explosive mines going off! It’s in the kitchen. Let’s go search.”

We frighteningly open the back door.

The same time we open it, we were met with the smell of smoke and gunpowder. There’s cooking utensils all over the floor, while the shelf doors are unhinged and broken.

It seems it was an explosive mine which detonated that was set up on the back small window. Looks like they blew up the whole window frame. There’s a huge hole in there.

“Isn’t that a bit too much power……”

Kirigiri was at a loss for words of that explosion’s fierceness.

“I don’t see the body of the Rhinogradentia. Could it have gotten turned into diced atomic meat? Ufufufufu……”

Kyouka can’t stop smirking at the effectiveness of the trap.

“This isn’t a time to laugh, Kyouka-san. Some Rhinogradentia might come in from there.”

I get closer to the exploded hole.

And then, I see perceiving eyes looking at me from the darkness.

“They’re here!”

The Rhinogradentia, feeling around and crawling, enter from the hole.

Not just one. But following the first one, two, three…...lot’s of them crawl out from the hole.

“Their invasion’s begun! Go downstairs!”

Kyouka pulls the trigger from her machine gun. And the muzzle flash shines in the dark room, and bullet cases fly everywhere.

We crawl back into the backdoor.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

With Kyouka given us orders, we leave the room and close it.

At the same time, many Rhinogradentia hit themselves onto the door, and the whole room shacks.

Without even being able to breath, the dining hall windows break, and their noses stick out from the gaps of the bars.

As we sweep away from that, we run away into the reception room.

As we try to run away, from overhead a long and slender string wraps around my neck.

Is it the Rhinogradentia!?

“Oh……”

“I explained before!”

Kyouka takes out her knife, and opens up a path as she cuts the vine. That’s right, it was a trap that was laid over the ceiling.

“Calm down, take it slow.”

While trying not to hurry, I move to the door.

We once again return to the entrance hall.

But what welcomed us into the entrance, was that all of a sudden the entrance door breaks into pieces, and large Rhinogradentia crash inside.

It’s huge…...it’s about twice the size that we’ve seen.

Large pieces of the door fly around, and large Rhinogradentia step on them and break them. It looks like there’s 5 or 6. The despair from seeing that sight, leaves us much to think about death.

“Get down!”

Kirigiri throws the claymore pot onto the large Rhinogradentia.

And it immediately explodes.

However what comes from the smoke, is green liquid from the Rhinogradentia. However it doesn’t fall as it writhes around.

It’s a nightmare.

It seems that the attack made them see Kirigiri as a threat. They let out a ground-shaking roar, as it charges towards Kirigiri.

It’s as fast as if a car’s acceleration was stepped on.

It’s impossible-we can’t be saved.

I look away from cruel reality, and unconsciously cover my head.

And Kirigiri screams that echo through the hall-almost like a frog was stepped on……

Wait!?

If I look closely, the large Rhinogradentia, four of them, are impaled into the wall. They died with a pierce.

The one who pierced them was a lance.

And from the broken door what appeared was a silhouette of……

“Captain!”

I unconsciously called him that.

It’s Captain Shikiba!

“That was a close one.”

Shikiba takes the lance out from the wall.

However in a moment’s breath, from behind Shikiba a large Rhinogradentia crashes in. This time there’s more of them.

“We have to give up on the first floor. Let’s head up the stairs.”

We follow Shikiba, and run up the stairs.

As we get to the second floor, Shikiba gives Kyouka a signal.

“Got it, now!”

Kyouka flips a switch on the wall.

All of a sudden, an explosion errupes the Rhinogradentia and I see them fly into the air with the explosion.

“This should buy us some time. Alright, everyone over here.”

Shikiba opens the door to a nearby room and enters.

With a glace I can tell it’s just a normal guest room. Inside were a bed, closet, and a shower with a bathroom. He flips the switch by the entrance, and turns on the light by the bedside.

Shikiba opens the closet, and pushes down on a hook.

And then the frame on the back of the closet opens slowly.

“It’s my secret laboratory.”

Bright fluorescent lights stings my eyes. It was a very organic smell that enveloped the area.

On the testing bench there are petri dishes and inspection tools laid around, and there’s a strange plant growing.

It seems we’ve survived…...but it’s only a matter of time before they get us all.

“Do you have a plan?”

Kirigiri asks.

“Unfortunate to say…...all I had planned was to set up the traps and hold a defense. Seeing as we don’t have any manpower. My plan was to train you all in battle, I’m sorry......”

“They just want to get through the traps in numbers.”

Kyouka’s even a bit frightened.

“Kirigiri-kun, as the Super High School Level Detective, what would you do at this time?”

Shikiba asks with earnest. It’s not something you should ask a detective…... but it was a dire situation.”

Kirigiri with crossed arms, thinks and walks around the room.

“There’s something that’s been bothering me, those creatures came from space, but they don’t seem very intelligent.”

That’s true, they just seem like large rats or octopus. That’s the impression I got.

“You shouldn’t judge them by their looks. The truth is they were on a UFO that can’t be explained by modern science.”

“It’s possible…...that the Rhinogradentia are just pawns that they dispose of, and the true Super Galaxy Level Invaders are inside of the UFO. Basically-”

“Basically?”

“If we shot down the UFO, the invasion would stop.”

“Should stop…...I see, is that it!”

Shikiba’s eyes lit up. Did he seriously not notice until now!?

“But Captain, how are we going to shoot down the UFO?”

Kyouka asks.

No one could answer, and it was quite. And in the first place we don’t even know where that thing’s flying.

“What is this?”

Kirigiri looks inside an orange fruit box that’s on top of the test bench.

“Oh, actually……”

Shikiba opens the lid. Inside was a blanket laid out, milk in a plate, and a Rhinogradentia, whimpering in the corner. It’s like an abandoned cat.

“It’s a prisoner that I found in the forest. I’m taking care of it as a research subject.”

Shikiba puts his finger in front of it. And as if playing, the Rhinogradentia sticks out its feeler.

“Could it be-”

Kirigiri said as if she thought of something.

“What is it?”

“That the Rhinogradentia are trying to take back their young.”

“Haha, that’s ridiculous.”

I chucked.

“No, we can’t be sure of that.”

Shikiba blurts out from his chair and stands up.

“Could it be that this prisoner is sending out cries in wavelengths we can’t hear, and communicating with his friends to save him……”

A. “Then we need to kill him!”

B. “Then we need to give him back!”

juicedup14 chooses B

“Then we need to give him back!”

I stretch out and say.

“That’s right. This is our only negotiating card. In exchange for getting this little guy back, we’ll make it so that the Rhinogradentia go home.”

Kirigiri said while crossing her arms.

“Alright, let’s do that!”

Shikiba said. Even with no guarantee of this battle plan, he really wants to go through with it. But we have to do what the captain says.

“Well then, who will be in charge of negotiating?”

A. I take a step forward and raise my hand.

B. I look to Kirigiri.

C. I look to Kyouka.

D. I look to Shikiba.

juicedup chooses D

I look to Shikiba.

He raised his hand.

“I’m the one with the most responsibility. I’ll be the one to put an end to this battle.”

No one objected.

Shikiba is in front of us as he heads out into the hallway, while carrying the fruit box.

The Rhinogradentia climb over the exploded stairway, and reach the second floor.

I can see innumerable Rhinogradentia, all the way to the front of the hall.

While holding the fruit box, Shikiba goes right in front of them. He takes out the prisoner from inside, and leaves it on the floor.

They noticed the imprisoned Rhinogradentia, and they stop walking.

“Good, it’s working it’s working.”

Shikiba cheers.

The small imprisoned Rhinogradentia, confused, walks over to the other Rhinogradentia slowly.

And then all of a sudden, without even any contact the Rhinogradentia suddenly rush forward!

They step over the imprisoned Rhinogradentia and heads towards us.

“Run! Retreat! Go to the room way in the back of the hallway!”

At his orders, we run towards the back room in the hallway. I see an iron door at the dead end.

“Ah!”

I hear a voice. I turn around and I see that Kyouka fell over.

“Kyouka! Can you stand!?”

“Leave me and go!”

Kyouka raises her head as she’s laying on the floor.

“I can’t just leave you here!”

Shikiba runs.

“Captain!”

He goes back into the hallway, with a spear in his hand he raises.

Does he plan to stop their attack alone!?

“Now’s you chance, go, Kyouka!”

“Captain……!”

“Get up! Now, go!”

Kyouka stands up, and unsurely turns back towards Shikiba.

“Go!”

He says, with his back facing her.

Kyouka runs over to us.

At the same time, a Rhinogradentia attacks Shikiba. As if clinging to Shikiba’s body, they all pile up onto him.

“Oaaa, I won’t go out so easily!”

“Captain!”

We simultaneously scream. Except for Kirigiri.

“I leave the future of the world to you!”

Shikiba’s voice keeps echoing through the hallway.

And then from inside the pile his hand sticks out. If I look closely, he’s sticking his thumb out.

“Kyouka…...the sakura tea you gave me…...was delicious!”

Shikiba’s thumb goes into his hand, and flips a switch.

And then from inside the pile of Rhinogradentia, a light shines-

And explodes.

The Rhinogradentia get blown away, as smoke starts billowing.

As if running away from reality, we go inside of the iron door.

#blog shenanigans #kirigiri sou #dangan ronpa #kyouko kirigiri #santa shikiba #kouhei matsudaira #kyouka #kyoko kirigiri #danganronpa #kirigiri sou transcripts #kirigirisou #kirigiriso

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Soulmates... I think (Scott McCall) Part 2

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

@lotte142 // @minnie-boss17

alright, part 1 of “Soulmates… I think” has gotten such a good response and i’m really proud of it, but honestly, i’m nervous to write a part 2 that’s gonna ruin that (i literally have no plan for this, so we’ll see what happens lol)

again, this ending needs another part, so let me know if you want it!

warning(s): bad words, but what else is new?

Dear Diary,

It’s been a depressing few weeks to say the least. I’ve had my head down, trying to ignore any and all distractions that would keep me from doing what I need to do to get the hell out of this school and move on to college. Besides having a huge work load and a part-time job after school, I’ve been heading to the local library and using the modern miracle of Google to see if there are stories of someone finding a soulmate who doesn’t reciprocate.

So far? No luck. I am literally the only one. On the face of the earth. Great. Fucking wonderful.

The only good thing to come out of this is the fact that I now can confirm that the sky is blue and the grass is green. Since I’ve made no friends and haven’t really tried, I use my small window of free time to lay a blanket out at the park a block from my house and watch the vibrant world go by. Depressing, I know. But what else can I do? The person I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with, the person who my soul is attached to, is a dud.

It is official, I am changing my name and moving to Alaska. This might be the last time we get to talk, Diary. It’s been real.

Peace.

I lay my head back and it bangs against the wall. I’ve heard it’s better to write things down, but all it’s doing is showing me how utterly pathetic my life has turned out to be. At the ripe age of eighteen, no less. I sigh and rip the page out, rolling it into a ball and tossing it at my wastebasket. I glance at my clock and see it’s 6:55. Another day of Beacon Hills hell begins.

As I open the double doors to start another uneventful day, my eyes meet those baby brown ones I will never be able to forget. My heart begins to race and I look away, ducking into my Bio class, which, in hindsight, will only delay Scott and my interaction until the bell rings.

“Good morning, Mrs. Finch.” Since my first day, I have been able to work my way to becoming a favorite of hers. Without using names, I have told her what my current situation is. Being a smart lady, she has no doubt been able to put the pieces together that this mysterious soulmate is Scott. Because of this, she has rotated everyone’s seats, so now I am partnered with the smartest person in the room, Lydia Martin. She and Scott seem to be friends. I manage to overlook this because one, she hasn’t mentioned him (yet) and two, every partner test and lab report has a huge 100% written across the top. Again, I’m just keeping my head down and trying to get out of here and never look back.

I know I’m expected to mope and fall into sadness, but I can’t afford to do that. I am going to stay strong and accept that I am going to make the story of my life one that doesn’t include a love interest. It’s just me, myself, and I.

Scott’s POV

“You know, just because you don’t want to deal with this, doesn’t mean it’s going to magically go away. You might as well accept it and move on. Talk to her or ask her out. Something.” Another day, another stern talking-to.

“Lydia, please, it’s way too early for this. I get that this girl is my soulmate and we belong together or whatever, but like I’ve explained a million times, she’ll forever be in danger if I tell her that I saw color the moment our eyes met. It isn’t fair to bring her into our world.” She turns her head to look at me, lips slightly parted and eyebrows drawn together. “I’m sorry, but you don’t know the struggle I’m having with this. Stiles saw color since the first moment he saw you and by the time you really saw him and how he was yours, you were both already aware of the fact that monsters exist. This girl hasn’t had to deal with any of that. She can be spared. She can live an exciting and normal life.” I conjure up a pleading look that lets Lydia know to drop the subject.

“Scott, I love you, but there is nothing exciting about being normal. You of all people should know that.” With this, she shrugs and enters Mrs. Finch’s room, leaving me in the hallway to think about what she has just said.

After a few minutes of silent anger over the fact that no one in my life is proud of the selfless decision I have made regarding this soulmate business, I realize the bell has rung and I am alone, signaling another day in hell that starts with talk of phenotypes and alleles. Great.

Right when I walk in, my eyes find the curve of her cheekbones and the elegant stroke of her cursive as she copies down the words on the blackboard. There is a slight crease between her brows and she nibbles on her pink lips as she concentrates on the topic at hand. The way her body moves is like a dance, so smooth and choreographed. I am pulled out of the trance by my hip hitting the corner of a lab table.

“Mr. McCall, is my teaching interrupting something? If you need some time, please take it to the hall.”

“No, Mrs. Finch, I’m good. Sorry.” Satisfied with my answer, she turns back to her lesson and I find my seat. After I have done so, I turn back to the girl who was the source of my interest in the first place and find she is already scowling at me. She mouths “stop” and turns back around. It is going to be harder to resist her than I had originally thought.

end of Scott’s POV

“Alright, guys, the lab is getting passed back right now. When you get it, put your names at the top and gather your materials. Don’t forget to answer the questions on the back when you have finished.” I sigh and grab a petri dish from the top drawer of our lab table.

I see Lydia flick her hair from her shoulder as I set everything up. She licks her lips and clears her throat. “So, rumor has it, you found your soulmate.” Shit, she finally brought up what I wish would remain untouched.

With my heart beating strong in my chest, I reply. “I did, but I don’t think we’re gonna work out.” Trying my best to keep things nonchalant, I shrug and suggest we start working, hoping she takes a hint and drops the subject. “Okay, so I put the clear solution in this flask and we just have to...” I speak to fill the empty air between Lydia and me, hoping she doesn’t report my dismissive answer back to the man himself.

What I don’t know is that she doesn’t need to tell him because he has heard everything... and it breaks his heart, more than he would ever admit.

After another day and another headache, I head home to get ready for my job, which is a few hours a day working at a frozen yogurt shop. I know, it’s boring as hell, but it pays the bills (or it would, if I didn’t live with my parents). It’s only a ten minute walk from my house, which I use to take in more of the colors this world has to offer and think about how this whole soulmate thing will play out. It’s crazy to me that only a little while ago, I had wished to find my person more than anything and now, I wish I could ask the metaphorical manager of this soulmate business if I could get a refund or trade Scott in for someone who wants to love me back.

To distract myself from spiraling into a hole of frustration, I chuck on my ugly uniform shirt, some basic shoes and pants, and head out, calling a goodbye to my mom. I take the time alone to once again remind myself that although Scott has hurt me, it doesn’t mean everyone else in this town will. And just because he is some popular, kind, cute, funny, wildly fit-

Stop.

Just because a lot of people know him, doesn’t mean they know he’s my soulmate. I can still make friends without interacting with Scott McCall. I just need to try a little harder. Do you hear that, self? Try harder. Make an effort. Okay? Okay.

Before I know it, I am pulling the door open to take over for the person finishing their shift before me. I get set up, plug my phone into the speaker system, and put on some chill music. Since this place doesn’t get much traffic in terms of customers, I am basically alone here, free to steal some candy from the toppings bar and relax.

Right as I am loosening my shoulders and leaning back against the stool in front of the register, the bell rings and none other than Lydia Martin enters. Followed by some other people I’ve seen around Beacon Hills High and...

Scott.

Oh, shit. He’s here. We make eye contact and I look down, cheeks blazing. I can’t believe he is here. Oh lord, is this what drowning feels like? He is here, in this tiny shop, walking towards me. Oh my-

“Hi, lab partner!! I didn’t know you worked here!” I am caught off guard by Lydia’s chipper nature as she greets me like I’m an old friend.

“Hi, Lydia. Nice to see you.” Come on, man up and make friends. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, we just came for something sweet,” she finished this and grins, grabbing a cup and heading for the chocolate yogurt. Looking over her shoulder, she continues. “Guys, this is my lab partner in Mrs. Finch’s Bio class.” I give a slight smile and wave at all of them. The brunette boy with the big brown eyes and moles jumps slightly and basically yells.

“You’re the one. You saw color when you looked at Scott and he-”

He is interrupted by a whack on the back of the head. Lydia follows up. “I’m sorry, Stiles here doesn’t really have a filter, but he means no harm.”

“It’s fine, really. And to address the elephant in the room, I do see color now. Thanks to your friend Scott. Things just didn’t really hold up on his end, which is no one’s fault.” I look at Scott and he is trying to busy himself by adding toppings and doesn’t say anything. “Okay, I’ll ring up whoever’s ready.”

Gosh, acting as if this doesn’t bother me is proving extremely hard. On my walk home, I admittedly let a few tears out, heartbroken that this is how the rest of my life will be. I will fade into history as the only girl who died without ever having their person. I guess whoever pairs everyone was tired when it came time for me. He or she gave Scott two soulmates and I drew the short straw.

I am so pre-occupied that I don’t notice the bushes shaking and the glowing eyes until it is too late. There is a sharp pain in my temple and everything goes dark.

thanks for all the feedback and interest you guys have shown for this series // i really love it and I’m so happy you do, too!

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The Widowmaker

So after my previous health issue where my doctor told me to not change my diet but just take these pills to control my gout “for life”, I was feeling pretty good. Little did I know that I’d be fighting for my life about a year later.

Before I get into this, I want to address the people that respond to vegans talking about “we’re all going to die so I’m going to die eating steak and bacon”. This particular argument upsets me the most because it’s easy for every to say that until you’re on a stretcher on your way in for a (hopefully) life-saving procedure and have to look into the faces of your family in tears hoping that you’re going to make it. No one really knows what that’s like until you’ve had to go through it. For many by that time, it’s too late.

So the widowmaker heart attack is getting a lot of press recently because it is the type of heart attack that Kevin Smith (of Clerks and Jay and Silent Bob fame) suffered recently. His story is very similar to what I went through. I was having a particularly stressful evening at my retail job. I had just gotten off the phone with a customer suffering a rather complicated situation. After hanging up from the 30+ minute phone call, I found myself sweating heavily. I felt my breathing was a little shallow, almost as if I had gas. I knew I didn’t feel right, but I did not have any of the tell tale signs of pain in my left arm or any actual pain in my chest. It was just, discomfort. I couple of my employees told me that I was probably having an anxiety attack from the phone call and having never suffered one before, I figured they were right. I tried to get comfortable but I couldn’t so after about 5 minutes I went to sit in my car with the windows open to try to “catch my breath”.

At this point, I called my wife to tell her that I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me but I didn’t feel right and that I was sitting in my car. I told her it was probably nothing to worry about but I just wanted to give her a heads up in case I needed her to pick me up when I was off. My wife, knowing that a phone call like this from me was unusual, told me that she would be coming by to get me with the kids so my daughter could drive my car home. I made arrangements to leave work early and my family arrived about 20 minutes later.

Upon their arrival, I again reassured my wife that there was nothing to worry about, I was just dealing with some stress at work and I probably was having an anxiety attack and just needed to get home to relax. She offered to drive me to urgent care, but of course I explained that that was ridiculous considering what was going on would pass. She drove me home where I tried to lay down and get comfortable. I couldn’t. I went to lay on the floor (as if that were any different) and it did not help. I asked my daughter to go to the store to get me a clear soda to see if I could “burp” out whatever was making me uncomfortable. Nothing worked. My wife told me to get up and she was bringing me to the hospital. I again argued that I just needed to get some air, so I asked her to drive me around with the windows down to see if it would help. She said, “I’ll drive you to the hospital with the windows down.”

We got in the car and made the trip down to St Joseph’s Medical Center in Orange, Ca. They are about 20 minutes away but they are a trusted hospital (and covered by my insurance). We walked in and told the front desk I was having trouble breathing. They brought me in immediately and hooked up a bunch of wires to my chest. Next thing I knew, they were wheeling me into a small room with “Code Blue” going out on the speakers in the ER.

No one told me what was going on but I was given a tablet to put under my tongue while putting an oxygen mask on my face. My wife was brought to my bedside but I found out later that at this time, she also had not been told what was going on. There were about 6-8 doctor’s and nurses, hooking me up to things taking blood pressure, watching the different monitors etc. After a few minutes, I noticed I was feeling a little better. One of the doctors asked me if I was starting to catch my breath I affirmed and then he explained what was going on.

“You are suffering from a severe heart attack. We’ve given you some nitroglycerine to help stabilize you.” We are prepping a cath lab for you so that we can get in and open the blockage.” I said ok and looked over at my wife who now finally understood what was going on. She took my hand and then they ushered her away to get some paperwork going. Within 5 minutes I was being wheeled out of the room toward the cath lab. At this point it had been at least 2 hours since my first symptoms hit. My stubbornness had put my life at further risk, but I did not know it yet.

Before they rolled me into the catheterization lab, my wife and kids were brought into the hallway to see me. I would find out later that it was to say their goodbyes, just in case. The look in their faces were heart-wrenching. This is why that particular “you could get hit by a bus” argument for doing what you want upsets me the most. It is by far the most selfish of arguments. Making a lifestyle choice that benefits your health, other species and the environment is a choice you can make to extend your life for your loved ones and the lives of countless others. Getting hit by a bus is a random event, dying from a preventable disease like coronary heart disease is not.

Now a “widowmaker” heart attack is called this for an obvious reason, most people who suffer one, do not survive. It is caused by a complete blockage of the Left Anterior Descending artery. The main artery that supplies blood to the front and largest portion of the heart. Mortality rates increase dramatically the longer the blockage remains. Remember that I did not make it to the hospital for about 2 hours from when my symptoms started.

The procedure start with them feeding a catheter through the groin area through the large system of arteries up to where the blockage is. I remember feeling it as the procedure started but I quickly knocked out. Kevin Smith says he was awake for the whole procedure. I couldn’t imagine that but he also only had to deal with one stent being put in. When I was done, there were 3 stents being use to hold the artery open. My cardiologist, Dr Michael Chan saved my life. He explained how he had to fight to get through the blockage which he actually showed me a bit of in a petrie dish. It was pretty gross. It basically looked like congealed bacon fat but in the long narrow shape of an artery. I was so overwhelmingly tired as I come to as the procedure was ending. I was rolled into recovery and woke up to my family by my side.

In my next blog, I will talk about the recovery, the medical dietary recommendations and the one thing my cardiologist told me that put me on the road from perceived omnivore, to veganism.

#heartattacksurvivor #widowmaker #veganism #health #recovery #cardiac #heart attack #diet #food as medicine #plant-based #animal welfare #environment

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