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saintsenara · 1 month

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wait how bougie was Tom Riddle Sr.? How nice would his Manor have been? Was he like an actually Lord with a title and stuff?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

in half-blood prince, dumbledore refers to tom riddle sr. as "the squire's son" - which allows us to state with certainty that he was a minor aristocrat.

however, the word minor is important here.

there are - historically - two levels of aristocracy in britain. the first are the peers of the realm - which refers to families which hold one or more of the titles of duke, marquess, earl, or viscount. these are the elite of the elite - these gradations of nobility were created in the middle ages as a way of distinguishing those who held the titles from other noblemen, usually because of a close relationship [often one of blood or marriage or both] to the king.

the titles are hereditary by male primogeniture, and the holders - while this is no longer the case - used to have political power [such as the right to sit in the house of lords], simply by virtue of their birth.

[this is why they're called "peers" - it refers to them historically being close in status to royalty, and therefore expected to serve as royal advisors.]

there is another class of peer - a baronet - whose title is similarly hereditary, but whose position doesn't come historically with the right to sit in the lords or advise the king by virtue of birth. [baronets may - of course - have been members of parliament, or royal advisors selected at the king's discretion, but this would be separate from their title. a duke, in contrast, could historically expect to request a meeting with the king simply because he was a duke.]

while some families have historically been ennobled at the king's discretion, access to any of these titles is pretty much restricted to the small group of families who've held them for centuries.

but below the peers of the realm, there is a second, more minor class of aristocracy, the landed gentry - of which a village squire is a textbook example.

historically, what is meant by "landed" is an ability to live off of the rental income of one's country holdings, which would be leased to tenant farmers. that is, they are landlords in the original sense of the term - lords of the land. this is what tom sr. tells us his family does in half-blood prince:

“It’s not ours,” said a young man’s voice. “Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to us, but that cottage belongs to an old tramp called Gaunt, and his children. The son’s quite mad, you should hear some of the stories they tell in the village - ”

what is also meant by "landed" is that the family in question is of the upper-classes, but that they are still "commoners" - which in this context doesn't imply a value judgement, but which is a socio-legal term which simply indicates that they don't hold an aristocratic title such as duke, earl etc.

[and gentry families certainly aren't common in terms of financial standing... the most famous member of this class in literature? fitzwilliam darcy, whose ten thousand a year is something like thirteen million quid in today's money...]

gentry families might be very old - they might have received their lands from the king in the middle ages as a reward for knightly service, and it's interesting to imagine generations of gaunts and riddles brought up alongside each other in little hangleton - or they might be comparatively newer - tom sr.'s great-grandfather [feasibly born c.1810] could have been a self-made victorian industrialist who bought the lands from the original holder and established himself as gentry.

by 1900, it was becoming much harder for the gentry to live on rental income alone, and many would also have had jobs. these would have been elite, and very frequently were in politics, the civil service, the military, or the law. tom sr's father - whom the films call thomas, so let's go with that - might, for example, have served as a high-ranking officer in the army [including during the first world war], be the local magistrate, or be the local member of parliament.

in terms of titles, thomas riddle would almost undoubtedly be sir thomas - and this is how it would be correct to address him. but this title would be a courtesy, and it wouldn't be hereditary unless the riddles were also baronets [which it's entirely plausible that they were].

which is to say, tom sr. would not have a title while his father was alive - although he would have the right to be referred to formally in writing as mr thomas riddle esq. [esquire]. the correct form of verbal address for anyone other than friends and family would be to call him mr riddle, although the riddles' servants would probably refer to him as mister tom.

tom jr. would not have a title while his father or grandfather was alive. if the riddles were baronets, he would technically inherit the title after he kills the rest of the male line... but given that tom sr. never acknowledged him and his existence was presumably unknown to the riddles' lawyers this wouldn't be something which happened in reality. the estate's executors clearly took control of the riddles' property, the land was portioned off and sold, and the house became a standalone property for sale.

the riddle house - which is a name used informally for it in little hangleton, it would have a different "proper" name - is described in canon in ways which show that it's a typical manor house, which means it would look something like this:

these houses are obviously very impressive, but they're tiny in size in comparison to the magnificent stately homes - places like blenheim palace, chatsworth, burghley house, holkham hall - lived in by the titled aristocracy. the riddles would entertain - for example - by giving house parties, dinner parties, hunting parties, etc., but they wouldn't have a ballroom or a dining hall capable of seating hundreds.

[they would probably also own a property - probably a flat or small house - in london.]

they would have servants, but not colossal numbers - they would undoubtedly have a butler but not footmen, and the upstairs maids would report to the butler since they probably wouldn't have a housekeeper. they canonically have a cook, who probably had one or two kitchen maids assisting, and they canonically have a gardener - frank bryce - who probably doesn't have any assistants. they may, depending on the size of the estate, have a gamekeeper. sir thomas undoubtedly had a secretary and a chauffeur, and his wife might have a lady's maid. tom sr. would have had a nanny and then been educated until at least the age of eight by a governess, but would then have attended a prep school [either day or boarding] until the age of thirteen, and then gone to a boarding school, from which he likely went on [on the basis of social class rather than talent] to oxford or cambridge.

the family would have enormous social influence locally. most people - and also businesses - in little hangleton would be their tenants, and they would also probably have a say over the appointment of the local clergyman [an important figure in the community in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries], since the parish church is likely to have been something called a "living" - the thing which turns up again and again in jane austen - which means that the church and its parsonage technically belongs to the landowner, but is granted to the vicar as a freehold while he's in post.

gossip about the riddles' doings would also be the main source of local interest - the servants were dining out for months on tom sr.'s elopement and return.

so they're something resembling celebrities - but they're local celebrities. nobody in london - and even nobody in cities we can imagine are nearer to little hangleton, such as liverpool - would particularly know or care who they were. tom sr. might have made it into the london gossip columns if he was part of a particularly scandalous "set" [a group of friends] who socialised in the capital, but these mentions would have been fleeting - and the press would have been much more concerned by the doings of members of his set who were genuinely titled or who were legitimately famous.

[this is the reason why mrs cole doesn't recognise the name. if merope had said her son was to be named cecil beaton after his father, she may well have been prompted to hunt him down...]

so tom sr. is elite - but he's elite in a way which is extremely culturally-specific, and which is [just like the portrayal of aristocracy in the wizarding world - the blacks, for example, are far less aristocratic than the riddles in terms of canonical vibe] often exaggerated into the sort of pseudo-royal grand aristocracy which the british period-drama-industrial-complex makes such a big deal of.

and tom jr.'s character is affected by this in a series of extremely interesting ways.

by which i mean that, in terms of blood, he's probably the most aristocratic character in the series - the absence of grand aristocracy in the wizarding world would mean that [were he raised by his father] he would come from a social background which was equivalent [even as it was divided from them by virtue of being muggle] to any of his fellow slytherins, and would help him easily blend into their society because the manners, genre of socio-cultural reference points [he would recognise, for example, that quidditch heavily resembles both rugby and polo], accent and way of speaking etc. that he would possess would be broadly indistinguishable from those of his pureblood peers.

[this is why justin finch-fletchley and draco malfoy speak in essentially the same way.]

but he would then be given the enormous boost in cachet - one which would genuinely elevate him above the rest of his cohort - of his maternal line.

and we see in canon that this does bestow some privilege on him among his peers while he's in school:

Tom Riddle merely smiled as the others laughed again. Harry noticed that he was by no means the eldest of the group of boys, but that they all seemed to look to him as their leader. “I don’t know that politics would suit me, sir,” he said when the laughter had died away. “I don’t have the right kind of background, for one thing.” A couple of the boys around him smirked at each other. Harry was sure they were enjoying a private joke, undoubtedly about what they knew, or suspected, regarding their gang leader’s famous ancestor.

where he's let down socially is that people like slughorn - to whom he can't reveal his slytherin ancestry and hope to maintain cover for his wrongdoing - don't think he's come from anywhere particularly special. this is because he has a muggle father - absolutely - but it's even more that he has a muggle father who, since he left him to be raised in an orphanage, was presumably working-class.

what the young voldemort lacks is any socio-cultural familiarity with the muggle class performance which the class performance of the wizarding world parallels. abraxas malfoy boasting about how important his father is would be something a tom jr. raised by the riddles could match - "oh yes, my father gives to all sorts of causes too. in fact, he was invited to buckingham palace because of it." - establishing himself as an equal in terms of class and social influence even if he isn't an equal in blood.

what actually happens in canon is that the orphaned tom - with his uncouth manners and his working-class accent - has no hope of gaining any sort of social equality with his posh peers.

so he becomes determined to outrank - and humiliate and control - them.

#asks answered #asenora meta #tom riddle sr #tom riddle #lord voldemort #surprise! it's the class system!

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hotvintagepoll · 4 months

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Thank u so much for making this blog! Logging on to read all the silly tags of ppl fighting for their lives to convince others to vote for their faves is so wonderful to see. Seeing all of this after a long day being an adult and having responsibilities is so nice and relaxing. And I love how you have inspired some other fandom battle Royale polls too <3 I am low key hoping someone pits all the animated disney characters together (Mufasa from the lion king on top!!!) anyway thank u so much for everything! Can’t wait to see who wins the actor and actress battles!

Thank you! Has no one done a Disney character poll yet? That's nuts.

anyway apropos of nothing. here's this

If you'd like to base your vote off their voices, not their faces, you can hear clips of each of them below:

June Foray (Lucifer in Cinderella)

Verna Felton and Barbara Luddy (Flora and Merriweather, respectively)

Eleanor Audley (Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty)

Phil Harris and Charles Sebastian Thomas Cabot (Baloo and Bagheera, respectively)

Sterling Holloway and Eva Gabor (Roquefort the mouse and Duchess the Cat)

Bill Thompson (The Dodo and The White Rabbit in this same clip from Alice in Wonderland)

edit: fucked up and put the wrong Phil in. It's Phil Harris apparently. The Disney people are allowed to eat me now.

#fuck i love voice actors. fuck i love old animation.#asks #minis #hotvintagepoll #disney #animation #voice actors

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A Quick Guide to Clown Breeds

Today I'd like to discuss the amazing genetic diversity found in our delightful clowns. Most of my information comes from the fantastic @clownology4dummies blog and this article is a direct result of the mini-interview I had with them. There's quite a lot to take in so we'll break it down into a few sections. The goal is that you will be able to answer your own question as to which breed your little funny friend is!

What are the Different Clown Breeds?

There are actually quite a lot of clown breeds! The most common terms you'll find amongst the clown husbandry tag include Teacup, Jester, Circus, Rodeo, Party, Mime, Harlequin, Pierrot, Porcelain, Tramp, Tragic, Auguste, Whiteface, and Fool. A lot of these terms are subcategories of others, so let's take a look at the umbrella terms and their related variations.

Circus

Circus is likely the largest umbrella beyond even what I've denoted here. In most cases, every breed can qualify as a circus clown with only a few exceptions. Circus clowns are rowdy, energetic, and require significant stimulation making them a tough breed for average households and new keepers.

However their beauty rivals that of traditional clown performers making them sought after by collectors. Additionally, circus breeds also have three main variations with unique behaviors and appearances each.

Whiteface

Possibly the best known breed is the whiteface. Inspired by the leader of the troupe in the classic clown theater format, this breed is elegant and beautiful. Their skin tends to be chalk white all over and they beat delicate and intricate marking.

Auguste/contre-auguste

In traditional performances, the auguste is the absurd counterpart of the whiteface. Troupes may have more than one auguste whereas there is typically only one whiteface. The auguste often has a base skin tone that is highlighted with section of white. The white patches are usually outlined in a distinct color and the other marking they have are typically bold, bright, and exaggerated. They lack the subtle dignity of whitefaces and tend towards loud and boisterous appearances and behavior.

Tramp

Another popular circus variety is the tramp, also known as the hobo clown. In breeding circles it's typically referred to as the American Standard Coat. This breed is known for its long and luxurious coat. Besides this, they typically have markings somewhere between the tragic and the auguste, but with a more rugged flair.

Jester

The jester is easily one of the most sought after breeds of clowns. They hail from a very privileged lineage prized by royalty of old. As such they are known for their exquisite costumes of high quality materials and bold colors and patterns. Additionally, true purebred jesters have little to no facial markings.

Fool

The fool is the commoner variety of the jester breed and tends to have less exquisite breeding. They are typically mixed with any other variety of clown. Despite having slightly more drab costumes and coloring, they make up for this with big personalities and accessibility to the average collector.

Harlequin

The harlequin fits squarely between the fool and jester being both and neither at the same time. Primarily they are denoted as a jester with an emphasis on patterns. Harlequin make up for a lack of facial marking with an explosion of costume detail.

Pierrot

The pierrot is somewhere between the royal perfection of the jester and the raw elegance of the whiteface. These clowns tend to have delicate markings and minimalist costumes. Typically their coloration consist of almost exclusively white with small black or red elements. These clowns thrive on culture and have a major flair for dramatic theatrics.

Tragic

As a subcategory of Pierrot, the tragic clown unsurprisingly focuses on theater. However their interest is as one would expect, primarily about tragedies. They love all things sad, dramatic, and dreary. They can usually be spotted with recent tear stains. Don't be surprised if your clown spends a lot of time sighing or staring out the window. That's just how they are and they like it that way.

Porcelain

Since many breeds feature porcelain elements, this grouping could potentially be an umbrella term for most other categories. However for the sake of simplicity, this blog will use this term to refer to clowns with porcelain like details but who don't quite qualify as a whiteface on their own. They may be partially or entirely porcelain and as such should be treated with care and dignity so as to avou trips to the vet.

Teacup

The teacup clown is arguably the most popular among the clown husbandry tag. Due to their petite size and soft features, they are a great choice for the average size house dwelling keeper. Teacups typically range from three to five inches from toe to hat tip. They have soft sand filled bodies that are especially good at sitting and looking cute. Usually the face is porcelain.

Due to their popularity, teacups share a liniage with just about every other breed. It's not uncommon to find teacups with jester, whiteface, and even scareclown features.

Party

Another favorite among clown enthusiasts is the party breed. Much like real life clown performers, this breed is dynamic, friendly, and outgoing. The appearance of the breed is extremely varied and they can have features like just about any other breed. The only difference is that the party clown is always bright, colorful, and typically they have extraordinary patterns. Party clowns typically don't have anything subtle about them and their facial markings are between that of the August and the whiteface.

Rodeo

The rodeo is actually closely related to the American Standard Coat but it was bred for working purposes. Much like the real rodeo workers, this clown breed has a desire to work with livestock and has excellent herding instincts. As such they need a lot of space and significant exercise opportunities. They differ from tramps in that they rarely have coats; instead they features costumes akin to colorful exaggerations of cowboys.

Scare

The scare clown is my personal favorite breed and I'm very excited to have the chance to discuss them. This breed is determined more by diet and behavior than appearance. They live to thrill others and spend a lot of time lurking and waiting for the perfect jump scare opportunity. They are quite aggressive and most believe they are essentially completey wild and should not be interacted with like other domestic breeds.

In terms of appearance, scares can look like virtually any other clown; from elegant to eccentric. However, darker coloration and features that tend toward the uncanny are generally associated with scares. Additionally it's worth noting that some breeder intentionally breed clowns to look like horror movie clowns. While some argue this may not be the most sustainable or humane practice, lookalike scares still remain popular with many collectors (myself included!).

Mime

It's important to note that while mimes of the human cultural sense are a variety of clowns, they are different in the collector sense. While they share looks with whiteface and color palettes of Pierrot, it's not visible features that make them different. Mimes are by nature completey silent. They also confound themselves and others with magic tricks.

Interbreeding mimes with other clown varieties may result in extremely elegant offspring. However it's considered to be a highly immoral practice. Doing so causes a lot of stress to the parents and the offspring as mime mothers will consistently reject young the instant they make noise-- and most other breeds are very noisy from the get go. This means breeders must be able to care for extremely young and vulnerable clowns which is challenging to say the least.

Which Breed is My Clown?

For most of us, this is the most important question. However, it's actually a very difficult question to ask. Just talk to anyone that works at a local adoption center or take a look at your local strays. Clowns have been carelessly bred for decades by shady individuals. As such, few clowns you'll find today are definitely a purebred of any variety. Most display a chaotic mix of behavior and visual genetic variation.

As such it's not unfair to judge your teacup as also whiteface and jester. Or your jester as scare and tragic. Look closely at the details in your clowns makeup, costume, and behavior to make an educated guess. Ultimately only a genealogy test will give you definitive answers, but those can be pricey depending on your location. As such it's generally considered more worthwhile to puzzle the likely origins of clowns and simply enjoy them as the quirky mix breed they are.

Final Thoughts on Clown Breeds

In closing it's easy to see why new clown keeper's tend to become.confused as to which category their clowns fit into. I hope this guide has helped you clear up any confusion you have. Please feel free to comment below with any questions or to ask our friends at Clownology for even more expertise.

Additionally if you feel I've made any mistakes here, please don't hesitate to comment or reblog with corrections. As I primarily raise circus and scare clowns, I'm by no means an expert on every breed. I will be delighted to make adjustments so this blog can serve as a useful resource to newcomers and expert clown parents!

Thank you for taking the time to read and I hope you'll join me again soon for more clown news and articles. In the future I'll be discussing each breed in more detail as well as exploring specific pure bred lineages.

#clowncore #clown husbandry #clown #clowns #clown core #clownblr #clownery #clown collection #clown oc #clown doll

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Hi could I request head cannons about Arven,penny and Nemona would react to a reader who’s a decedent of a kalos royal family.

Specifically with readers main Pokémon being a furfrou,I’ve always absolutely loved furfrou.the star trim is my favourite.

Furfrou’s Pokédex speaks of how it was a guard dog and trusted friend of kings and royalty,so reader having a furfrou who was specifically bred to be a royal guard dog for her would be really interesting.

Especially with how mabosstif and lycanrock would be around this highly trained,refined Pokémon,lady and the tramp vibes if you will) as we all know Paldea isn’t lacking in puppy Pokémon

Aw yeah!! tbh I never really paid much attention to this Pokémon but I adore the star, heart, and pharaoh trims!

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

Arven

He knew you were born and raised in Kalos, but when you just casually mentioned being of royal descent he's like "?????? you serious???"

Of course he probably won't immediately believe you, but after you pulled up some online information regarding the deeds of a great king (aka your grandfather)....he's impressed.

But he still wonders why you'd transfer to an academy like Uva/Naranja and not some pristine "elite" school.

You simply tell him that life wasn't for you.

When you invite him over for a study session one day, Arven did a double-take when he was greeted by your Furfrou--specifically one with a Star trim.

He realizes "ohhh so you're that rich."

All is well until he jokingly says "of course, Your Majesty" when you ask him to get something.

Furfrou, being within earshot, legit thought he was mocking your royal lineage and gave him the side-eye glare the entire time.

Not to mention they disliked the scruffy dark-type dog he brought with him, literally looking Mabosstiff up and down as though to say "where's your class?"

It definitely become like a Lady & the Tramp situation between the two, with him trying to show Furfrou that it's okay to run around and have fun during picnics.

They worry about getting dirt on their fur, but you're always there to wash it off as gently as possible.

Meanwhile Mabosstiff's shaking the water off his fur, sending droplets everywhere....which doesn't amuse Furfrou in the slightest when they land on them.

You and Arven laugh about it anyways.

Nemona

She's flabbergasted as you explained your royal heritage, with her 100% believing you on the spot.

"Wow!!! You certainly don't look it, but that's awesome!!"

Is even more amazed after you show her Furfrou--your longtime companion bred to be your royal guard dog.

Seeing that you gave them the Heart trim made her almost squeal in happiness. It's just amazing! She's standing in the face of royalty!!!

Ofc Furfrou's gonna eat up this praise, impressing her in battle and taking out her Pokémon with style.

When she sends out Lycanroc, they pause for a moment and look at you like "????" bc last time you both saw a Lycanroc, it was red and had a nasty temper.

But this one was tan and brown with a certain calmness to herself, battling fairly and not taking her defeat like a sore loser (very much unlike the Midnight Lycanroc), bowing respectfully to both the victor and you.

And that's all it took for the two doggos to become good friends from there on!

Tbh the only thing that irks Furfrou is Nemona's constant nagging for battles and asking you a billion questions about their line.

Being naturally trained to defend your family's honor, if she gets into your personal bubble too much or asks too many questions about your heritage, they'll just glare at her until she takes the hint.

She's mostly oblivious to this, however.

Penny

She can see somebody like Ortega owning a Furfrou if he ever went to Kalos.

But you, the new transfer student who looked like any other person, just casually has a natural Furfrou as your main Pokémon??

'That's impossible..' She thinks...until she researched different Kalosian royal families and eventually saw the one with your surname.

You and Furfrou startled the poor girl when you popped into the computer room and saw the webpage she was on, chuckling and shaking your head.

"Y'know..you could've just asked me."

"...I didn't wanna sound stupid in case I was wrong about you.." She admitted, flustered.

Although she knows your royal heritage now, she doesn't really treat you any differently.

It surprises you, considering you've noticed how many people changed their entire perception of you when they find out. Tbh that's the main reason you moved out of Kalos and came to Paldea--for a fresh start where very few folks knew your past.

So...it's a nice change of pace.

Knowing Penny, she'll keep it a secret unless you're ready to tell your other friends.

She's just grateful you're not a descendant of the Paldean King

Although she doesn't own any dog Pokémon, her Eeveelutions (some of whom are like canines, in a way) were ecstatic to meet your Furfrou!

Out of all of them, they definitely get along best with Espeon and Sylveon for sure.

#clanask #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon nemona #pokemon nemona x reader #nemona x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon arven x reader #arven x reader #pokemon penny #pokemon penny x reader #penny x reader #furfrou #platonic #headcanons

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dostoyevsky-official · 21 days

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That photo, of [Mary Ann Vecchio] kneeling over the body of Kent State University student Jeffrey Miller, is one of the most important images of the 20th century. [...] These images shocked our collective conscience — and insisted that we look. But eventually we look away, unaware, or perhaps unwilling, to think about the suffering that went on long after the shutter has snapped — or of the cost to the human beings trapped inside those photos. “That picture hijacked my life,” says Mary Ann, now 65. “And 50 years later, I still haven’t really moved on.” [...] Many people refused to believe the nearly 6-foot-tall girl with the long, flowing hair and the mournful face was only 14. Her family received calls and letters calling her a drug addict, a tramp, a communist. The governor of Florida said she was “part of a nationally organized conspiracy of professional agitators” that was “responsible for the students’ death.” While some people saw her as a symbol of the national conscience, some Kent State students expressed resentment about her fame, saying she wasn’t even a protester. Back in Kent, Ohio, local business owners ran an ad thanking the National Guard. Mail poured in to the mayor’s office, blaming “dirty hippies,” “longhairs” and “outside agitators” for the violence. Some Kent residents raised four fingers when they passed each other in the street, a silent signal that meant, “At least we got four of them.” Nixon issued a statement saying that the students’ actions had invited the tragedy. Privately, he called them “bums.” And a Gallup poll found that 58 percent of Americans blamed the students for their own deaths; only 11 percent blamed the National Guard. The FBI also questioned John. They demanded his film, he says, and when he refused, he remembers them tailing him for nearly a week. He says his phone rang nonstop with crank callers insisting that the photo was fake. He got hate mail, including a letter that, as he recalls, read, “I had a friend die in Vietnam. You’re next.” Mary Ann couldn’t go to Royal Castle for a burger without reporters and hecklers following her. Death threats filled the Vecchio family mailbox. “It’s too bad it wasn’t you that was shot.” “What you need is a good beating until you bleed red.” “I hope you enjoyed sleeping with all those Negroes and dope fiends.” “The deaths of the Kent State four lies on the conscience of yourself.” At 14, she was a human flashpoint, her face on magazine covers, posters and handbills. “Everyone had a piece of me,” Mary Ann says. “And when everyone in the world thinks they know who you are, you don’t want to be who you are.” (x)

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whimsiquix · 3 months

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True love is wearing your husband’s royal seal on your body as a tattoo but truer love is making your demented husband’s adrenaline driven bloodlust motivated tramp stamp your royal seal.

#border authorities: Ooh cool emblem who designed it?#Varadha: 😶 my boyfriend was feeling possessive #Varadeva #devaratha raisaar #varadharaja mannar #salaar #dumbest hoes in the continent

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whbfan · 2 months

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The Two Stars That Fell From The Sky | Part 5/6

Gamigin was flustered, standing with his arms outstretched in desperation, his back blocking the doorway.

Gamigin: (Why is his Majesty, ‘Satan’, the king of Gehenna here…?!)

He couldn’t understand why ‘he’ whom he only saw in [Gamigin]’s memories was standing in front of his house, in the middle of a remote forest.

Satan, the king of Gehenna and Lucifer, the leader of angels. They were never suppose to meet.

As Gamigin’s young heart pounded loudly with nervousness, Sitri appeared from behind Satan with a quirky arched eyebrow.

Sitri: His heartbeats are very erratic and anxious. It is loud and gets on my nerves.

Astaroth: Sitri, that’s not really important right now.

Sitri: …That is also true.

When Sitri took a step back, Satan, their king, tramped in front of Gamigin.

He stood so close to Gamigin that their chests were almost touching, and spoke.

Satan: I heard the man who fell from the stars lives here.

The sense of royal authority, coupled with the bad language was overwhelming.

Gamigin was stunned in silence, unable to speak as he felt a flame so hot it could melt iron.

He didn’t know Satan was actually smiling and barely managed to open his mouth and spoke with a trembling voice.

Gamigin: T-the man… who fell from… the stars…?

The bells at the end of his staff jingled anxiously.

Astaroth: His Majesty and we have come to find something that has fallen from the stars two years ago…

Astaroth: We do not know if it is beneficial or harmful to Hell…

Astaroth: But it wasn’t there… in Hades, Tartaros, or far away in Abaddon… That is why we—

Sitri: Have come all the way here. A place once called ‘Paradise’.

Said Sitri coldly, interrupting Astaroth’s gooomy ramble that sounded like a folk tale.

Gamigin: Paradise…? Here?

Astaroth: Looks like you are unaware… But this is the place Heaven’s envoy used to stay long ago before the war with Heaven.

Astaroth: Although we are now enemies with all angles and this land is useless…

Gamigin flinched at the words ‘we are now enemies with all angels’.

Astaroth: But the moment I stepped foot on this land, I heard a funny story.

Sitri: A devil who introduced himself to be the friend of a devil named ‘Jjok’ said his friend Jjok lived with someone who fell from the stars.

Sitri: For two years.

Satan: But…

When Satan sniffed and approached, Gamigin and Satan’s chests finally touched.

Satan scowled.

Satan: Who are you to wear Gamigin’s clothes? What have you done to Gamigin?

Gamigin: ……?

Gamigin widened his eyes in surprise when Satan uttered a familiar name.

For a moment, Gamigin forgot about the situation behind his back and opened his mouth ot ask gladly if he knew [Gamigin].

Gamigin: ….Sniff sniff.

But instead of speaking, Gamigin also sniffed the air like Satan.

He could smell the faint odor of gunpowder, accompanied by a sharp gaze from a distance, hidden from the view by trees and foliage.

Astaroth: Sensitive little thing. He seems to have noticed that Leraye is aiming for him.

Sitri: Even better. You should now answer without adding anything else to what his Majesty, Satan asked you.

Sitri ordered coldly and glared at Gamigin from Satan’s side.

Sitri: Oh, before he answers, may I ask Astaroth to read his mind to see if he is lying, your Majesty?

Satan: Go ahead.

Said Satan, his eyes still on Gamigin. Meanwhile, Astaroth reached out for Gamigin.

Then, the black snake encircling his neck slid down his arm and shone its eyes.

Black Snake: Hiss—

Astaroth: This snake reads lies… If you lie before it, you will be buried in the soil underneath your feet and become manure for the island…

Satan: Cut it out with the threats. Child, explain to me.

Satan spoke kindly in his own way, but because of his sense of pressure, Leraye’s murderous intent that he could feel from afar.

Astaroth’s snake flicking its tongue and Sitri’s murderous intent, Gamigin thought he would lose his mind.

He was still too young a dragon, and it was the first time he felt such an oppressive atmosphere since falling to Hell, so he spoke widely about everything that came to mind.

Gamigin: I—! Am actually a dragon! [Gamigin] is my savior and he gave me his clothes and powers!

Sitri: A dragon…?

Astaroth: A dragon?!

Satan: You can see that at a glance, idiots.

Sitri and Astaroth looked dumbfounded, but Satan crossed his arms and scowled instead.

Sitri: …What did you see, your Majesty?

Satan: …? He’s a dragon. You can see that from miles away.

Sitri: …Isn’t he a devil? From miles away?

Satan: …This looks like a devil to you?

Satan and Sitri cocked their heads at each other.

Meanwhile, Astaroth’s black snake was still docilely flicking its tongue.

Astaroth: Looks like he isn’t lying. Especially more since his Majesty, Satan can see it too.

Gamigin breathed a sigh of relief—

Satan: But. Why can I smell an angel inside?

Gamigin: …….!

Gamigin felt his heart drop underground.

Sitri: From earlier on… I can hear a frightening heartbeat behind the doors.

Gamigin held his jumpy heart, but Satan only pressed Gamigin’s chest with his own and bent down further.

Satan: Who the hell is this angel hiding in Hell?

Satan’s growl and vibration of crunching teeth touched Gamigin’s skin directly.

Soon, Astaroth and Sitri were standing on either side of Gamigin, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Sitri: This may have been a place for distinguished guests of Heaven to stay in the past but this isn’t ‘Paradise’ anymore.

Astaroth: In a land already abandoned, who dares plan to destroy Hell…

Before Astaroth could even finish, the front door that Gamigin’s back was pressing slowly opened.

Lucifer: He who lays a hand on Gamigin, will split into thousands of pieces to become nourishment for this land.

Lucifer walked out from the door that opened smoothly as though he couldn’t feel the weight of Satan and Gamigin and warned in a low voice.

At that moment, Satan, Sitri and Astaroth instinctively jumped backwards, putting more than five steps between them and Gamigin.

Sitri: He’s…?!

Lucifer: Devils are a noisy lot.

When the tall Lucifer looked down at them and murmured, Sitri took a step forward and growled.

Sitri: Lucifer…?! How can you, the first Seraph, be here…! Are the angels attacking Hell in earnest now…?!

Astaroth: The first Seraph and a dragon… Damn it… What the hell are you planning…

Lucifer: You cannot see although you have eyes… Does this dragon really look like he can harm anyone to you devils?

Lucifer clicked his tongue, as though he pitied their intelligence.

Satan laughed out loud.

Satan: True, that one doesn’t look like he can harm anyone. But…

Soon, there was a scythe summoned from Sitri’s blood in his hands, the tip of which he aimed at Lucifer.

Satan: But I think you can do it.

Taking that as a cue, everyone was ready for battle at the same time.

A red glow gathered behind Sitri’s back, which soon morphed into the shape of a large coffin and Astaroth was suddenly pointing a rifle at Lucifer.

But Lucifer only spoke flatly with a look and voice that seemed unperturbed at their hostility.

Lucifer: I shan’t stop you if that is your choice. But are you really seeing what stands before you?

Sitri: …….

Lucifer: Attack if you think this dragon will harm you and if I also look like I will harm in your eyes—do as you wish.

Lucifer: I shall neither blame nor stop you.

Lucifer’s demeanor and words were calm, but the devils watching were not at all reassured.

Satan: ……

However, Satan only stared quietly at Lucifer and the small dragon next to him.

Sitri: …Your Majesty. In any case, he is the Seraph, Lucifer. Angels are not to be trusted. You should not be fooled by their words. So…

Sitri: Let us think after we kill them.

The moment he stopped speaking the Iron Maiden, Sitri’s coffin, opened.

Standing next to him, Astaroth loaded his riddle with a clunk—! without answering him.

At the same time, Lucifer’s eyes filled with white and light energy began to gather in his hand.

Jingle, jingle…!

It was the moment of decision between the destruction of Hell or the death of the most terrifying of the Seraphim.

The bells at the end of Gamigin’s staff jingled anxiously next to Lucifer and rang noisily, Just then.

???: WAIT—!!

A small shadow formed over everyone’s head.

It was a tiny little devil with wings the size of a palm—or rather, the flesh of one’s side, spread out. Jjok’s leap… No, it was a great flight!

He spread his wings wide and jumped, and then—fell with a splat—! on Satan’s face.

Satan: ……

Jjok: What the—! A fragrant and dangerous and sexy breath is on my belly button…! I mean, please hear me out!!

Sitri: …Get down first. You are holding onto his Majesty, Satan’s face.

Jjok: What?! His Majesty, Satan?!

Jjok immediately unglued his body from Satan’s face and dropped to the ground with his head on the ground, raising both his dangling arms above his head and spoke.

Jjok: The king of Gehenna, the strongest, cleverest, and most brilliant of this Hell, the summit of wrath, the heart of iniquity!! Your Majesty, Satan—!!

Jjok: I, Jjok, risk my life with the authority of one who succeeds the blood of the Red Lump family to speak to your Majesty. So please, just listen to me for five minutes. Just for five minutes!!

Sitri looked distasteful, but Satan nodded for the small resident of Hell’s request at his own life.

Afterward, Jjok did his best to explain what had happened.

His small wings trembled. Although there was no wind, urine flowed a little between his legs, and his two eyes were full of tears.

It was understandable. It was an appeal to stop their fight as Satan, the breathtakingly powerful and imposing king of Gehenna, took aim with a scythe at Lucifer, the first Seraph.

How he first met Gamigin, the day they first met Lucifer, and the two years he spent with them.

He explained everything in a short amount of time, pissing himself like never before but admirably didn’t pass out until he finished.

At the beginning of the story, Jjok was a red lump. But by the end of the story, his fur had whitened and had turned into a red lump with a single white line.

Sitri grimaced when he finished speaking.

Sitri: How stupid… Are you telling us to believe you?

Astaroth: We can’t not… My snake is not reacting at all. He is telling the truth.

Jjok: I, Jjok! Am born as an offspring of the devils, and cannot lie! Although… although… I am a mongrel…!

Jjok shut his eyes tightly as though confessing to something embarrassing.

Jjok: Ever since I realized that I was abandoned in this forest at birth, I’ve been ashamed of it, always cowering, never belonging anywhere…

Jjok: Still, the fact that one half of me was actually a devil, descended from the blood of Gehenna’s great Red Lump family, was my only source of pride!

Jjok: I am…! I have lived my entire life to become a devil who can do his share in Gehenna and…! With the help of those two, I have become a devil worthy of myself!!!

Jjok held the tip of Satan’s shoe with his entire body and shouted desperately.

Jjok: So your Majesty, Satan, the master of the soul of the great Red Lump family…!

Jjok: I can give you my life for my single request. You can take my life! So please… Accept those two in Gehenna!

Sitri: Pardon…?

Jjok: [Gehenna stops no one.] That… is the fairest rule of Hell, which I believed would allow me to become a resident of the great Gehenna…!!

Jjok: I always tried to be qualified to return to Gehenna one day… and if I do qualify, I would like to hand over my qualification to them…!

Jjok’s words were nothing of correct, and Sitri was lost for words.

To his dismay, he thought he could hear Leraye who was pointing a gun at him from somewhere unseen, sobbing with emotion.

Jjok: I… am a lowly devil who was never affiliated anywhere in my life.

Jjok: But Mr. Lucifer and Gamigin became family for me.

Jjok: I am a devil with neither a country nor land, but please allow me to have a family…

But Satan flicked the end of the shoe where Jjok was dangling and pulled him off.

Jjok: Your Majesty, Satan…!

Satan: Looks like you’re mistaken. There’s no such thing as qualifications like that. Because as you said, Gehenna stops no one.

Sitri: Your Majesty…!

Satan: However. Their opinions matters. Not yours.

Satan sheathed his scythe from Lucifer and spoke to the dragon—Gamigin.

Sitri felt a trickle of sweat run down his back as Satan sheathed his scythe and was inwardly relieved. To fight Lucifer, the First Light, was something that would only be possible if all the kings of Hell came together.

Satan: Dragon of the noble and virtuous race. I have confirmed that you have inherited the will of our friend, Gamigin, one of the 72 devils.

Satan: If you live as Gamigin, we Gehenna will accept it and embrace it.

Satan: Will you embrace Gehenna?

Gamigin: No.

Both Jjok and Sitri stared at Gamigin in surprise. Lucifer was still staring unknowingly into the sky.

Jjok: Gamigin…?! Why…?!

When Gamigin refused without an ounce of hesitation, Jjok scuttled toward Gamigin in surprise.

Gamigin: …Mr. Lucifer is an angel and I heard that angels did many bad things to devils. In fact, my race was exterminated at the hands of angels.

Lucifer frowned a little by Gamigin’s side as he spoke. Wherever he went, it seemed like the debris of blood the angels scattered was following him. However—

Gamigin: But… Mr. Lucifer isn’t an angel like that…!

Astaroth: Ridiculous…! He is the leader of all angels and the head representing the Seraphim. His words are the words of angels!

Gamigin: If you are going to fight him when he hasn’t done anything bad yet, and you’re only inviting me to Gehenna,

Gamigin: I can’t consider ‘devils’ who act in that way to be a good race!

Jingle, jingle—! The staff in Gamigin’s hands rang clearly like the look in his eyes.

Gamigin: I shan’t be affiliated to anywhere if they don’t accept Mr. Lucifer, whether that be Gehenna or anywhere else.

Lucifer thought Gamigin was acting foolishly but for some reason he couldn’t voice the words to dissuade him.

Satan: What an arrogant kid.

Satan gritted his teeth and laughed at the same time.

Satan: I don’t know how much power you can wield as a dragon in this Hell, but the one who bears the name of [Gamigin] is speaking, so I’ll ask you this once.

Satan’s gaze brushed past Gamigin to reach Lucifer next to him.

Their gazes lock and suddenly the air around them felt dangerous, like it had been frozen into ice made of fire.

Satan: He who shone the first. The highest wing of angels, Lucifer the light of dawn. What are you doing with a young dragon and a small devil by your side, hiding your halo and wings?

Lucifer wasn’t going to care much about what Satan said, but his question plunged deep into his heart.

[What are you doing with a young dragon and a small devil by your side?]

Lucifer: (What… do I want to do?)

Atonement for the poor? No. Vengeance for the lives already lost? No.

The poor man, to whom God had granted all things but not death; he was merely suspending his life because he could not die.

The young dragon and small devil who tried their best to live with him had placed Lucifer in their fence and protected him.

Lucifer: I… had been careless… with those that are precious to me…

Noble beings called angels had brought merciless destruction to their lives. That was where he had belonged to.

Lucifer’s eyes began to shine white again as he recalled that fact once again.

He felt resentful to his merciless brothers. To himself who failed to stop them and… to God who had remained a spectator.

As Lucifer’s body began to gather white energy like he was on fire, Satan clicked his tongue and pointed the tip of his scythe at him again, gathering red energy in his body,

Satan: Damn it… I knew that angels…

At the sound of the voice which was somehow bitter, Jjok stepped between Lucifer and Satan, spreading his hands and feet wide, and exclaimed.

Jjok: What the—! No!! Please don’t fight!! I-if you’re going to fight, do it over my dead body!! Please!!! Don’t torment my family!!!!

Jjok was desperate but Satan didn’t have the time to care. Lucifer’s eyes had also turned white and he looked like he had lost his mind.

Satan pulled the Scythe of Blood back, as though he was about to swing it. White energy ripped the air and flashed from Lucifer’s hands, making explosive sounds as though it was ripping apart dimensions.

Gamigin: (Do I really have no choice now…!)

Gamigin walked calmly as though finding what he had to do in a situation he had never imagined before and stood before Lucifer as though protecting him from Satan.

Just then, the quiet jingle—! of the bells brought Lucifer back from his irrational state.

The scarred young dragon with dawn-colored scales who had yet to grow.

When Lucifer first fell to Hell and now this young dragon was trying to protect Lucifer.

Lucifer: (No… What I was about to do, it was hurting this young thing again—)

Just when Lucifer was about to stop the white light from his hands…

CRACK!!!!!!

—

The clouds that had filled the slightly overcast sky parted with a terrifying crack, and a pure white light burst through the gap.

Then, the nostalgic voice that haunted Lucifer everyday in his dreams burst forth, echoing across the sky.

Michael: Lucifer hyung—! I heard that you were here! You have no idea how much I was looking for you…!!!

#the two stars that fell from the sky #what in hell is bad #what in ‘hell’ is bad #whb #whb spoilers #whb gamigin #whb lucifer #whb satan #whb event #whb jjok

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scotianostra · 5 months

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Scottish Playwright, writer and Artist John Patrick Byrne was on January 6th 1940 in Paisley.

John Byrne where he grew up in the Ferguslie Park housing scheme and was educated at the town’s St Mirin’s Academy before attending Glasgow School of Art, where he excelled. In his final year he was awarded the Bellahousten Award, the school’s most prestigious painting prize, and spent six months in Italy, returning a masterful and confident young artist. His work is held in major collections in Scotland and abroad.

Several of his paintings have hang in The Scottish National Portrait Gallery in Edinburgh, the Museum of Modern Art and the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum in Glasgow. In 2007 he was made a full member of the Royal Scottish Academy and is an Honorary Fellow of the GSA, the RIAS, an Honorary Member of the RGI and has Honorary Doctorates from the universities of Paisley, Glasgow, Aberdeen and Strathclyde.

It was by no means an overnight success for Byrne, he was making a living designing book covers for publishers Penguin before recognition, Byrne has also designed record covers for Donovan, The Beatles, Gerry Rafferty, Billy Connolly, and The Humblebums as well as illustrations for the renowned Scottish writer James Kelman.

As well as his artwork Byrne was an accomplished writer perhaps best known as the writer of The Slab Boys Trilogy of plays which explore working-class life in Scotland, and of the excellent TV dramas Tutti Frutti and Your Cheating Heart.

In 2018 Byrne was named Scotland’s most stylish man at the age of 78 at the Scottish Style Awards in Glasgow, beating Outlander star Sam Heughan to the coveted most stylish male title, which was previously won by Richard Jobson, Robert Carlyle, James McAvoy and Paolo Nutini. Byrne, a good friend of comic, Billy Connolly Byrne said at the time he was shocked at the award saying “I dress like a tramp”.

The highlights the quintessential Scottishness of Byrne’s work, and his enduring humour and his focus on the frailty of human experience often lived on the edge of working-class communities. It is a richly rewarding show which underscores r give John Byrne a rightful place as one of Scotland’s finest and most prolific artists.

His most recent work has been murals - one for the ceiling of the King's Theatre in Edinburgh and another in Glasgow to mark the 75th birthday of his friend Billy Connolly.

During lockdown he worked with Pitlochry Festival Theatre to create a new play which was produced and performed remotely.

He and his wife Jeanine also collaborated on a children's book, Donald and Benoit.

Everything he did was drenched in colour. Without him, the world feels a less colourful place.

John Byrne passed away on Thursday November 30th aged 83.

Everything he did was drenched in colour. Without him, Scotland and the world feels a less colourful place.

#scotland #scottish #history #artist #playwright #painter

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blu3cl0v3rs · 8 months

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Summary: Why fly in planes when you're the Elemental Master of Wind?

Warnings: Reckless actions, possible unwritten near death situations

Prompt: Suitcase | Airport | "Did you pack yet?"

Extra: You know the drill, set in a generic "Revived Morro lives w/ the Ninja" AU during any time after DotD. Also, I'm so sorry this is late-

"Did you pack yet?" Nya's voice echoed down the hall to her brother.

Her brother who apparently hasn't packed within the 4 whole months since we finalized the trip plans. Morro sighed, leaned against the wall of the monastery near P.I.X.A.L., Zane, Cole, and Wu. The others all scurried around inside to find some item or another as Nya scolded them or pointed out that Lloyd, your toothpaste is not in the kitchen; you don't need three bottles of hairspray, Kai; Jay, stop trying to pack that motherboard, you won't use it.

The wind elemental could feel the rage that radiated off his sibling element. An instinctive part of him wanted to reach out and comfort her through the wind, but he knows there's fondness in her frustration.

After some long minutes and at least two screeches, everyone was ready to go; which meant now they all awkwardly toted their suitcases as they tramped downstairs.

Morro resisted the urge to jump off the mountain and use the wind to cushion his landing.

They boarded a large custom built vehicle after shoving everyone's luggage into the trunk and drove off to the airport. Conversation fluttered around Morro as he listened to the muffled breeze on the other side of the glass window and some weirdly calming music Zane recommended him. The ex-ghost had been working on self-improvement and "anger management", or "feeling bombs" as Kai said.

"So, what's a plane?" Morro offhandedly asked. The thing sounded familiar, but since he spent most of his teen years up in the monastery (and 40 years as a ghost) he's a bit behind on technology.

"Think of a giant metal tube with wings. That's what it looks like. It's used to transport people far distances. Usually we'd use Destiny's Bounty, but it was destroyed during Garmadon's invasion," Zane explained.

"And why was Jay adamant that I need to fly on one?" Morro raised his eyebrow.

"Hey! Planes are awesome, and everyone deserves the joy of flying in a plane!" Jay piped as he crossed his arms.

"I can fly perfectly fine by myself," Morro huffed as the wind gusted the car in unison.

"No offense, Morro, but I don't think you could outfly a plane," Kai said from the seat in front of him.

"Is that a challenge?" Morro growled.

Remember how he said he had been working on his anger management? Yeah, emphasis on working.

"I can already see his gravestone: 'Rest in peace Morro. Died because he tried to race a plane'," Jay joked, hands out in front of him as if he was touching something invisible.

"Hey, if he can, I'll pay for everything on his end."

Wu sighed from his spot in the passenger's seat, "Just be careful, and watch where you're flying."

The Ninja spluttered, all saying something along the lines of "you're allowing this?!"

"Let me put it this way," he stroked his beard, "if you thought taking Lloyd's candy away was difficult, changing Morro's mind is… more or less impossible. The amount of stubbornness he has is more than all of yours multiplied together."

"And that is quite a lot," P.I.X.A.L. pointed out from the driver's seat.

Long story short, Morro was found in the airport's parking lot, panting and wheezing with hairs stuck to his face from the speed and sweat from exertion, lying on top of a royal blue car two whole hours before the Ninja landed.

Kai paid for everything Morro wanted on the trip.

#ninjago #morro #ninjago morro #morro ninjago #morro master of wind #morrotober #morrotober 2023 #morro wu #lloyd ninjago #lego ninjago #nya ninjago #cole ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #zane ninjago #wu ninjago #ninjago pixal #ninjago fanfiction

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winterspellsfrozenkit · 3 months

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Floyd and Rook's nicknames

So I was thinking about why our character in Twisted Wonderland has the nicknames of "Shrimp/Koebi-chan" and "Trickster" and I haven't seen anyone point out the obvious reason: It's because we're tied to Mickey.

Floyd's is pretty clear. Mickey's small stature is often pointed out by whoever is his rival, like Mortimer Mouse or Pete, and "Shrimp" is a nickname used for someone small. However, Rook's is a nod to Mickey from the late 20s-early 30s.

If you haven't done deep dive into the beginnings of Disney's Mickey Mouse cartoons, Mickey was more of a trickster character when he was first animated. He was cited in the early 1930s by writers of the time as "scandalous" and an "imp". He was about getting ahead in life and finding the fastest way that served him what he wanted. An example, in one of his cartoons from 1928, "Plane Crazy", Mickey flat out yanks a turkey's tail off just so he has a tail fin for his plane. No asking, no speaking, just sees the tail and TAKES it, ignoring the pain and embarrassment the turkey goes through because of his actions. Later in the same cartoon, while flying his plane, he asks Minnie for a kiss, she says no, so he pulls a series of scary plane maneuvers to try and get her to kiss him when he asks a second time. She says no AGAIN and he forcibly kisses her. Don't worry, he does get comeuppance for this, but comparing the image of Mickey we have now to his old self; there's a lot of cognitive dissonance.

Honestly, Mickey in his original conception before they started to change his character would fit more with the student body of Night Raven College rather than the student body of Royal Sword Academy. Late 1920s Mickey is selfish, mischievous, a bit of a jerk, and all about his wants first. It wasn't till a few short years later they started shifting his character to be more like Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp character and lessening Mickey's more jerk behavior. Then, as time went on, he went from being like Chaplin's character to become more of an everyman archetype which is one of the roles we play as in game.

Considering that basis of the nicknames, I wonder if that's part of why we were picked up by the Carriage, but the Dark Mirror can't classify us. The cartoon that Twisted Wonderland (and Epic Mickey as well) references is "Thru the Mirror" which aired in 1936, which is a couple years into that start of his becoming more like a "Little Tramp" based character of being childlike and bumbling, but good hearted at the core. In short, we're tied to Mickey who, at the time of "Thru the Mirror" was in character shift, going from a character who would definitely fit in at NRC, to a more good-hearted character who may mess up, but doesn't really act like a villain at all.

Now this isn't to say we are Mickey, obviously Mickey is in the game and Yana Toboso has made it perfectly clear that all Yuus are valid as 'Yuu' is supposed to be whoever the player wants them to be. I mean, personally speaking, my character is NEVER going to change from what I set her up to be (WHICH IS DEFINITELY NOT MICKEY). I want to keep her the way she is and I have no reasons to change her (I plan to post about her in depth one of these days when I finally have time to get the art for her done and where I'm happy enough with it). I just find it interesting that our nicknames seem to be nods to our connection to Mickey Mouse.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst rook #rook hunt #floyd leech #twst floyd #nicknames #mickey mouse #old disney cartoons

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