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neil-gaiman · 10 months

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hey mr gaiman. i saw that this post got revisited and wanted to address it.

i submitted this ask over a year ago on my old account and it was one of the stupidest things i ever did. it was my first tumblr account. id only been really online for a few weeks. i was 13. i was just coming back to school after a global pandemic.

ive been a fan of good omens for years and a fan of yours for longer. i was brought up reading odd and the frost giants and fortunately the milk, and as i got older i fell in love with your norse mythology book, good omens, snow glass apples, the sleeper and the spindle, and more.

i was excited to see one of my favorite authors on tumblr and tried to come up with the most bold and interesting ask i could think of.

i was rude and misinformed and it was a stupid choice of me to send it in with no thought.

but i got feedback. some in the form of kind suggestions. quite a few in the form of death threats and people telling me to kill myself.

while those specific messages were rude and hateful, the point got across. i educated myself to the best of my abilities, and eventually came back online.

not only did i misuse the term queerbaiting but i also implied that you were not an amazing supporter of the queer community. that’s absolutely incorrect. you’ve done so much for us with activism, representation, and overall kindness.

i wanted to address this ask that got so much attention because despite moving accounts i still feel guilt and shame every time i see it, or even when i interact with any of your posts at all. i need to actually address it.

also, i wanted a proper apology to be made. by no means am i now a saint. but im trying to be more thoughtful about thinking before i speak.

whether or not you decide to make a public response to this, i think ill find some peace knowing you’ve received this. ive needed closure on this for a long time.

im overjoyed and thrilled that season two is so close. thank you for tolerating the dumb questions of pretentious kids and thank you for helping to create a world where we can grow to be better than we were.

First of all, and most importantly, I'm really sorry that people were mean to you. That's awful. And nobody should ever have to deal with death threats or online threats and attacks, let alone a thirteen year old.

And secondly, you do not owe me an apology. I figure I have a Tumblr account, people ask things. Mostly they'll get nice replies, occasionally (normally when I'm being asked the same thing over and over) the replies will be terser. There has to be a certain amount of rough and tumble though, and occasionally I'll grab an ask that represents all of the asks I've had on that subject, and try and reply to all of them. That's what happened to you. I was getting tired of being accused of Queerbaiting for the occasional answer about a Season that was not yet released and about which nobody knew anything. And I needed to tell everyone who was doing this that they had to stop now. You had the misfortune to be the representative of all of the other people.

If you are not making mistakes you are not human and you are not learning anything.

(I wish there was tone of voice on the internet.)

And I think you are growing and learning and will make a fantastic adult.

I really hope you enjoy Season 2 when it drops.

#And I hope as many people are nice and supportive about this post #as were mean about that first one

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bokettochild · 6 months

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Bit of a weird question, but how do you think Legend (or any of the Links, really) would handle getting separated once the quest is over?

I'm personally of the opinion that he and Warriors would be the ones to figure out a way to visit afterwards, but that's mostly because I hate found families breaking apart to go home after the plot ends. I also like seeing takes where one of them doesn't return to their original time for one reason or another.

Time is used to this sort of thing; losing everyone after it's all over and not able to go back. If anything, I think he drifts into a short depression but eventually moves on. He doesn't try to get back to them because none of his efforts with similar incidents ever did any good, so he really doesn't see the point in trying this time. Instead, he tries to make sure to take care of the world he has to pass to them.

I think Four would be a bit broken up about it, but he's also used to saying goodbye to brothers once the adventure ends. He might dabble a bit with trying to find a way back to them, but he;s very cautious for fear of bringing back anything else, so eventually gives up and/or get's distracted with a way to bring back Shadow instead.

I think Sky would probably consider trying to use the time gates to visit the others, maybe he succeeds, maybe he get's lost for a bit and Zelda has to pull him back to their time so they can fix the gates to do what they want, maybe it works. I think he'd try though.

I think Wind and Hyrule would be broken up about losing their brothers, but they have too many responsibilities in their worlds (rebuilding their Hyrules) to really get to dabble with ways to meet the others again. I think they'd handle the loss well though, as they're bright souls and still young enough that change isn't as shattering for them. Not knowing any horrible future fates also makes letting go of the others easier, and they help themselves process it by trying to remind themselves that the others can now be at rest and at home.

Twilight and Legend would take the loss terribly. The vet keeps losing people so I think it'll really break him, and Twilight's fear for Time, for Wild, for all his brothers who he can no longer protect 100% gives him constant anxiety. Depression and a need to find a way back to the others probably take them over until either they do make it back to see the others again or they give up in despair (hence why Twilight's spirit lingers beside Wild as the Old Wolf)

Wild, obviously, is so busy rebuilding Hyrule and going through TotK that he doesn't really have much chance to do much more than miss his brothers. Post TotK though, he and Zelda probably do look into time traveling around if/when they find out Zelda's time powers.

Warriors though, Warriors probably confronts Cia and demands visitation rights as recompense for the war, Zelda backs him up. Cia is willing and the heroes get established visiting times so they ca keep up with each other. I will take no discussion on this, Warriors refuses to leave his brothers alone and sad, he will visit them even if he has to beg Cia for it.

(And if Cia doesn't agree, Nayru sort of owes Legend her life, and she's definitely got a soft spot for him, so I can see her allowing him to visit his brothers as long as he promises to not screw up the timeline.)

#asks and answers #linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #lu twilight #lu wild #lu warriors #lu four #lu time #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu sky

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somnambulic-thing · 6 months

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I want to talk about something in regards to Flight of Icarus.

disclaimer: I fully read the book, slept two nights over it and enjoyed it a lot. There is a possibility of finding content on my blog from now on that contains lore from the story. My Eddie characterisations won't change much in their essence though since I pretty much head cannoned him like he's pictured in the book the whole time.

Okay. Let's go. No detailed spoilers ahead. Feeling jealous in the light of the romantic arch in the book or the mentiones of Eddie's experiences with intimacy is okay.

It's not a great experience I bet, but you're not being a bad or silly person simply for feeling that way. Many of us have built a deep emotional connection to this fictional character for all kinds of reasons. While I personally don't think that the fact that the book is coming from the creators of ST makes a difference to canon, I do understand that for some people the book has a different weight than fanfic. And that is ok too.

So right now, many people can't help but feel heartache or jealousy over the story. Emotions are not rational. And I am deeply sorry that some of you feel bad about something that used to be your escape and save space. That sucks.

However, we all have control over how we act upon those feelings. And being hateful or mean towards others (including the author) ain't it. No exceptions. I don't care for your personal reasons why you feel that way, I'm not your therapist, that is your business to deal with, but lashing out about your personal, very subjective feelings is just not the way to deal with them.

Slipping up can happen to everybody, and that is human, but there is a line when a slip-up stops being that. And accept the fact that nobody owes you to listen to your opinion. Accept that people might find your opinion a reason to stop interacting with you, even if you voice it in a civil way.

Find a friend who gets it and let out all of those feelings in a closed safe-space with curse words and shit. Get it out, cleanse yourself from that pressure. That's cool. Writing a fix-it fic that will get your emotions out? Ask an author who is comfortable with that to write something like that? Cool. Journal. Skip rocks. Work out. Angry clean your house. Throw darts at a copy of the book. Get creative without getting other real people into the crossfire. And then, maybe step away for a few days to let the dust settle and then come back and see how it feels. Oftentimes it's just like poking at a wasp's nest to keep leaning into those feelings and the pain and get all heated up again and again.

Give yourself some time. Be kind to yourself. But also be kind to others!!!

I believe with my whole being that kindness is the best fucking thing we as a fandom can practice right now. And nuance. Always nuance.

That book isn't a bad thing just because it makes you feel uncomfortable or because it didn't fulfil your wishes or expectations. You have the right to have your opinion but opinions do not exist in a vacuum.

Opinions can be hurtful and harmful.

They are not neutral - that's the whole point - so giving it a few moments of thought on how and where to voice them is imperative. Or if it's even necessary to voice them at all. It's ok to fuck up but own that and say sorry. Be kind.

Criticism of the book is valid, not liking the thing is valid, it's not about that. (Fucking hell I love discourse and meta and analysis.) It's about being mindful and responsible for what energy you put out into the world and how you treat real human beings. When in doubt, step back, give it time to cool. Making posts in the heat of anger is rarely a good decision.

We're all here to have a good time. Why do we keep tearing each other down about something we all claim to love?

It's not worth it.

#flight of icarus #somna talks

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kebriones · 9 days

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I get where you're going with this but they very much did have extreme stress back then. Usually about if they were going to have enough to eat

(summary of my ramblings at the bottom!) I apologise in advance for the essay, I might be in the wrong here, i'm not an anthropologist or a historian but I do have strong feelings about how all humans around me are stressed out of their damn minds to the point of being empty husks so here goes. i'm also posting this in case anyone has a different opinion/more knowledge. My grandmother was raised in the german occupation. Famously a period when people here starved to death. But it was mostly the people in Athens who did. My grandma didn't have proper food as a kid, but she ate weeds and slugs and fruit. And when the occupation ended, they were still dirt-poor, but there were legumes and chickens and bread to eat, even though our agriculture was obliterated by the war. I'm sure this differs from place to place, but for people in rural areas, living off of the land if they know how to grow a few crops is very much possible.

My parents are working all day at jobs that demand them to be mentally there at all times and behave a certain way, they often work during their free time at home, and they're still stressed about how to afford groceries and rent and bills, and they owe thousands to the bank. My great-grandmother had time to weave, take care of her garden and animals, go to church as much as she wanted, get a full night's sleep and have friends. She couldn't read or write but she didn't have debts to anyone nor any bills to pay (because that village got electricity only in the 80s). the pace of life and the amount of responsibilties we have to keep track of now is a constant source of stress that never ever stops. Not to mention the constant influx of information about everything, which we are not made to handle. I'm not saying it's a bad thing that we're always aware of what's going on in the entire world, I think it will bring about necessary social changes one way or another, but it has to get evened out and reduced at some point. There is always, constantly, many things to worry about. How many people have the luxury of letting their mind wander during their work hours? how many people have the luxury of saying, I am not feeling well today and it's raining, I'll just nibble on some bread and veggies and stay inside and not work? I absolutely wouldn't want to live back then because I do like running water and toothpaste and modern medicine and electricity, but specifically for the stress and anxiety, I believe we're at a very bad place right now.

This is why I mentioned other animals. They might struggle to find food and go hungry often in the wild, but if you put them in a limited space with constant interaction not on their own terms or crowded conditions or lack of peace and quiet or disrupt their natural day-to-day cycle they will 100% be miserable and die faster than they would in the wild, especially "smarter" animals.

TLDR: occasionally going hungry isn't the same as living your every day full of comparatively milder stress without breaks ever. our lives are way too full of responsibilities and keeping track of things now.

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nova-writing · 11 months

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𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

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hello hello, i am back with another fic! this time it include the oni who has taken my heart. i love him so much! i have my google docs filled with so many started ideas but i never finish them. shout out to writers who write everyday, i don't know how you guys do it. anyways, i hope you enjoy and any feedback is appreciate! <3

As I am standing at the plaza fiddling at the obi sash hem of my kimono, waiting for my oni boyfriend to arrive. The Summer Festival is much more lively now after the Traveler helped save Inazuma. As much as I didn’t enjoy the war, some things came out of it such as meeting a peculiar oni named Arataki Itto.

“Hey I need some help! Ow ow ow ow!” Hearing a booming voice as I'm tending the soldiers, I turn to look at a man who has…horns on his head? I widened my eyes as I realized he is a red oni. As much as they make them portray scary, this one has an interesting behavior making me a little confused.

“You, nurse lady! Help me please!” He pointed at me. In the surge of chaos, I called other nurses to attend the soldiers and went to the oni who requested my aid. He was very chatty and told his side of the story of how he ended up here in the first place despite being a war zone.

“Yeah and I told that stupid tengu to give me back my vision and you won’t believe what she did.” He says dramatically.

“What?” I said indulging in him as I tended his injuries.

“She shoots an arrow at MY LEG! Can’t you believe that? I tried fighting her but you know I had to hold back my strengths because I’m the strongest oni you’ll ever meet of course.” He scoffs and I can't help but chuckle at him.

“He sure is something.” I think to myself.

“Also the name is Arataki Itto. The one and oni!” He says prideful as he flexes his arms and you can’t help but laugh.

“Well Mr. Itto, it’s been a pleasure to be in your presence, my name is Y/N.” I reply back with a formal response and give him a smile. I swear I could have seen a faint blush bloom across his face.

After the first encounter he would randomly show up and sometimes help around. Despite helping around, he never took your money even though you offered knowing his circumstances with his gang and such. Eventually once the war was over, you were greeted by him and he asked you out.

“Hey Y/N, so like I been meaning to ask you…” He says rubbing the back of his neck averting his eyes.

“Yes?” I say smiling at him and nodding. I already pretty much knew what he was going to say. He tends to wear his heart on his sleeve which I find endearing so all I needed was to hear what he was going to say.

“You seem to be a very nice and fun person to be around so I was wondering if you want to go out with me and see where it goes?” He said the first part pretty smoothly but as he was finishing what he wanted to say, he rushed as I can see his face turn slightly red.

“Of course Itto. I would love to go out with you and see what the future has for us.” I smile as I take his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He gives me a toothy smile and squeezes back my hand.

“Yes! I can’t wait! Also just between me and you, if the gang asks how I asked you out. Can you tell them I was all cool and suave? I kinda have an image to uphold.” He says and I can’t help but laugh at his request.

Now to this day it’s been a while we've been together and despite all the chaos he dragged me in, I wouldn't have it anyother way.

“Hey Y/N!” I hear my name being yelled across the plaza. I see Itto jogging towards me and he stops his tracks when he’s in front of me.

“Oh wow I-” He fakes coughs.

“You look beautiful.” the faint blush painted across his face and I chuckle.

“And you look quite handsome. I am surprised to see you wear a kimono unlike your usual attire.” I replied, smiling at him.

“Oh this thing, ahh Granny Oni told me I need to look presentable and she has been making me one for special occasions.” He says rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well she did an excellent job! Shall we now?” I take my hand out and he grins accepting my gesture.

We walk hand in hand around the plaza looking around the lively crowd. Many performances, the smells of the food stalls and plenty of fun games being shown around. We spend our time eating festival stall food, playing games, bumping into friends and chatting. It was such a lively time for the people of Inazuma which. After a while of walking around as the scenery changes to hues of purples and oranges Itto speaks out.

“Before it gets too late, I want to show you something. Think you can handle it?” I tilt my head at his remark.

“What do you mean?”

“I have a place to show you, trust me?” He takes out his hand and grins.

“Ok let’s go.” He grabs my hands and he picks up the speed. I laugh while telling him to slow down. I can’t help but blush and smile so wide that my cheeks hurt. We left the festival grounds and headed out down west to the shore of Narukami Island.

“Ah dang I forgot.” Itto mutters.

“What's wrong?”

We have to cross the water, I didn’t think this through” He sticks out his tongue playfully scratching his heading thinking.

“Why do we have-Ah!” Next thing you know Itto lifts me, carrying me bridal style and I cling on for dear life. He lets out a booming laugh.

“Don’t worry, the great Arataki Itto won’t drop you. Plus I don’t want you to ruin your kimono so I’ll carry you across the water.” I blush as Itto navigates through the water with his occasional yelps due to some sea life brushing against him, earning chuckles from you. We eventually make it to the small Amakane Island and he sets me on the ground gently.

“We are here, follow me.” Despite this location being known as a festival ground, it’s empty but with the exceptions of lanterns in a pathway. Itto takes my hand leading up to the edge of the island. My eyes widen as you see how Narukami Island looks like, filled with life and joy, the warm light glowing, the moon reflecting on the water so beautifully. Ittos taps my shoulder and I turn around to see a cute little set up which is for us to be more comfortable and enjoy the scenery in peace.

“Itto this is amazing!”I gasp covering my mouth in awe at his romantic gesture. He chuckles and grabs both of my hands and kisses them, looking at me lovingly.

“I wanted to do something special for you. I guess I should thank that stupid tengu for sending me to the nursery for meeting you.” He smiles widely. We both sit down on the blanket and eat the food that has been waiting for us. A cute festival date turned into a much more intimate moment as we talked about each other, constant exchange of affections. Our heads turn once we see the fireworks and I look in awe. I feel Itto’s hand cup my cheek and make me turn towards him. He looks into my eyes and I am greeted with a different facial expression of his. One filled with tender love and care.

“I hope that we can have many more festivals and moments like this together. I love you (Y/N).” He leans in for a kiss, cupping my face gently. I wrap my arms around him and share a loving kiss as the fireworks light up the sky, making this an unforgettable night.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #arataki itto #arataki x reader #itto x reader #genshin impact arataki itto #genshin impact arataki #genshin impact itto #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Episode 8 Thoughts on That Scene

Spoilers for TBB

I just wanna touch on something from this episode that touches on some things I've seen people say that I don't necessarily agree with.

(This is not me hating on their opinions btw, I just have different thoughts).

Up until this point, I've seen a few people saying that the only reason Echo stayed with the Batch this long was because of Omega. Now don't get me wrong, it's definitely a massive part of that decision, but I don't agree with the idea that it's the only reason.

I think something we all need to understand is that Echo's choice to join Rex isn't an easy one, just like the choice to join the Batch wasn't. Echo deeply cares about all of his brothers and it took a lot for him to make the choice to walk away from that. I think a good example of this is at the beginning of the episode when Echo says that without the Batch he would still be trapped on Skako Minor. He looks over at them at this point and I think part of it is him thinking about just how much he owes these people. They saved his life. He can't just leave them behind when they have helped him so much.

And I don't want to make it sound like Echo only stayed out of guilt. Like I said earlier, he still cares about his brothers. But it definitely played a hand in his decision. There's probably a part of him that feels bad about leaving, but ultimately he has to make the decision that is best for himself.

And I also think that that's an interesting thing for Echo. He has always been about helping other people, and yes, his decision to join Rex is heavily based on the fact that he wants to help others, but this decision is also for him. It's where he feels like he needs to be.

And clearly he's spoken to the Batch about this as well. He didn't just drop it on all of them last minute. At some point he told them he was going to stay with Rex and they were all supportive of that. They understand that this is what Echo needs in the same way they understood his need to leave the 501st. I think leaving becomes slightly easier for Echo when he knows that the guys don't resent him for it. He has their support and that makes it easier because they don't make it seem like he owes them for anything. I think it's also why Echo left the 501st in the first place. Because Rex let him know that he respected his decision. It's that support that takes out the guilt element. He knows that his brothers will respect his choice.

And back to the point that I touched on at the beginning, it isn't an easy decision. He doesn't want to leave his brothers behind but it's a case of doing what he believes is best. It's evident in his facial expressions that he's going to miss them. He will always be there for his brothers when he needs them and he will always love them.

Something that stood out to me was when he said "it was where I was needed" in response to Omega asking why he stayed with the Batch. Was. Past tense. Echo goes where he believes he needs to go. Does this mean he thinks he doesn't have a place with the squad anymore? No. He even tells Omega he'll be back. But there are other people who need him right now. That chapter of his life is closed but he will return. As much as it hurts, I totally respect Echo's decision to stay with Rex and so do the Batch. He loves his brother's deeply but right now their goals don't overlap. They'll meet again when the time is right.

I am slightly intrigued by what Hunter said though. "Remember what I said." At first I thought this might be something to do with a conversation that he had with Echo that we didn't see, and that may still be the case. But I saw someone on Twitter (I'm sorry, I don't remember who it was) comparing that scene to TCW season 7. "If you feel like you don't fit in with them, find us." I don't know if that's the line Hunter was referring to, but it's possible? Echo made the choice to stay with Rex because that feels like the place where he belongs right now. But Hunter's letting him know that if he gets to the point where he feels like that isn't the right place for him anymore, he can always come back to the squad.

Now I don't know if that is what he's talking about, or if he did say something else to Echo, but I think it's another thing that has made Echo feel more comfortable with that decision. He hasn't lost his connection to the Batch. They will always be willing to let him back. They won't hate him for the choice he made.

Echo is still their brother.

And ultimately that's the little push Echo needed. He stayed with them because he cares about Omega. He stayed with them because he cares about his brothers. He stayed with them because that was where his place was.

But as soon as that changed, he felt a level of guilt about considering leaving. He didn't want to just walk away when he owes them so much. But the moment they reassure him that they respect his choice, that's when he goes. Because they don't hate him. They never will. He's their brother and they want what's best for him in the same way he wants what's best for them. And when he feels the time is right to return, they'll welcome him back with open arms.

Ultimately, Echo's decision is a complex one. It was never just as simple as staying for Omega. He wanted to stay for all of them.

But right now, this is the right choice for Echo.

[Wow, these posts always end up longer than I plan. Did it get repetitive in places? I'm not sure but I have a lot of thoughts and feelings I want to get down. Some things have sat with me for a while, some came to me while I was writing this but yeah, I hope I got my point across.]

#it's the right decision #doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch though 😭#star wars #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #echo #arc trooper echo #ct 1409 #tbb echo

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bloodiegawz · 1 year

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Part 1 here~

"You... wah... huuh?!"

Grim exclaimed loudly, while Mika stared on in dumbfounded silence.

"That's... That's crazy! Why would you do that? CAN you do that?!"

The stranger finally tore his eyes away from the wall, turning back to Mika and their monster. It was hard to read the emotion on his face.

"Look, that's not the issue. We need to focus on getting Mika out of here before this whole place collapses, and I'm pretty sure this is our ticket. Let's just-"

"Excuse me? 'Not the issue'?"

Mika finally spoke, bringing Grim up to rest on their shoulders.

"No, I think it's a BIG issue! I don't have a lot of boundaries, but you have just stepped alllll over them, mister! I don't even know who you are, and you think you can just... do... this?!"

Clearly they were upset. Understandably so, considering the situation they were now apparently in. The other rolled his eyes, exasperated.

"For whatever record, my name's Farceur. Congratulations, now you know me. Look, I said I was sorry, alright? Can we drop it?"

In response, Mika marched up to Farceur and jabbed him in the chest with their finger, causing him to step back. His eyes widened a fraction of an inch, growing anger visible.

"We're not dropping it! I deserve an explanation, and we're not helping you 'til I get it!"

"I don't owe you a damn thing!"

While the two bickered, the blot coating the room began to suddenly ooze faster, flowing towards the middle. However, both Farceur and Mika seemed completely absorbed in their argument. Grim was, too, until he noticed the sudden growing darkness in the room.

"Um... guys?"

"God, if I'd known you were going to be this annoying, I would have left you to die in here!"

"You shouldn't have done this in the first place! What kind of insensitive prick just forces an OVERBLOT of all things onto someone and expects them to brush it off?"

"Guys? Helloooo?"

"You're the one stalling! I would have explained myself after everything if you just LISTENED instead of arguing with me!"

"Yeah, right! Like it would take you so long to do that now? You were probably just gonna pretend the whole thing never happened!"

"Shut up already! You don't know what I'd do, and it doesn't matter! Why can't you just worry about yourself?!"

"Both of you, be quiet! Something's- myagh?!"

The room seemed to suddenly shift with a roar, causing Mika to stumble and drop Grim to the floor. He landed with a splat and immediately shook off his fur, coughing up blot. He looked upward, where he saw that the roof was beginning to cave in on itself- most notably, though, was the advancing blot beginning to overtake the oversized beating heart.

Mika was instantly snapped out of the argument, looking around the collapsing room with a new fear. Farceur, on the other hand, was much too invested at this point to let it come to a stop. His hair was disheveled, face red and contorted into an expression of rage without any hint of masking it away.

"OH, fucking GREAT! Now look what you did, we're gonna die here because you can't just focus on what actually matters!"

They shot him a look, but he just kept going, moving closer to them much in the same way they did at the beginning of the argument.

"I hate you, you know that? I've hated you since I knew you existed. But oh, no, it's not 'right' for me to hate you because we've never actually met! Isn't that so stupid?"

They opened their mouth to reply, but suddenly Farceur reached up beside his head and slapped them across the face.

"You know what's stupid?! How you got to be happy, that's what! You got everything! It's not fucking fair! I hate it, I hate you, I hate you!"

It was like a child's tantrum. He was screaming now, stamping his foot on the ground with tears and snot running down his face, and as he ended off his sentence he stared into Mika's face as if to demand something of them.

Mika scoffed, which ended with a soft hiccup.

"You're such an asshole. I never did anything to you."

They turned around, scooped Grim off the ground, and left the room without saying another word, slamming the door as they went.

#the girls are fightingggg #the ramshacklabyrinth #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst grim #farceur #gawzdrawz #writing #twst: mika mckey

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anashins · 2 years

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Hi mina. How about a fic with Jaehyun as prince charming? I can't get rid the image of jaehyun as disney prince ever since his A Whole New World Performance so if you could come up with a short scenario with him as a prince I would be delighted 😍

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: royalty au, dark romance, enemies to lovers, angst, drama

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I'm so sorry, somehow, this has become something entirely else after I've finished The Wicked King last night... I still hope you like it, anon 🥺💝

What do you feel the moment you know you’re about to die?

Prince Jaehyun hadn’t known until now.

“I bow to no one,” you said and remained on your feet while everyone else had fallen to their knees. Fire was in your eyes, the rage of all your realms’ annihilated souls burning behind your fierce gaze. You were the only one left, and if you were about to go down, you would take the prince responsible for the extinction of your people with you.

They had been in the middle of a festive ball - a macabre celebration amidst a time of war, but you hadn’t expected anything else from a prince everyone deemed charming but you knew was cruel and wicked behind his deceiving looks. You had once gotten fooled too.

“Even if you’re a princess, you have to bow,” the seneschal commanded you, but all he got as a response was a hiss and the sound of your drawing sword as you pulled it out of the sheath.

He stumbled backwards, and so did everyone else. Only the prince himself remained on his throne, his delicate golden crown sitting on his head atop his dark hair, in a crooked position from all the dancing he had done throughout the night to celebrate his last victory. Nobody wasted a single thought on all the folks who had lost their lives along the way.

You had come to avenge them all. You had wandered days throughout the woods, traversed the desert and crossed the ocean in the past weeks to let it all come to an end here.

“My, my.” Prince Jaehyun then arose, snipping with his fingers. “Why did the party suddenly stop? Play the music, start dancing again! This is a celebration after all!”

Despite the ball getting interrupted by your vengeful existence, with the prince’s command, everyone started to realize that you might not be so dangerous after all and reluctantly, but eventually, the guests started to pick up where they had left off. And amidst the celebrating and dancing crowd, stood you, not breaking eye contact with the prince.

He descended from the throne and took the steps down to you until you stood in front of each other. Your sword was still drawn, but your arms were too weak to point the weapon at him, your body too exhausted from the long journey. Soon, you were able to finally rest, forever.

Prince Jaehyun stretched out his hand to you. “Dance with me, princess.”

You stared at each other, long, but you didn’t make a move.

“Dance with me, and I will tell you everything I know. I promise to you, I won’t hurt you.”

At least that, you owed your deceased folk. They deserved the truth, even if you would only be able to tell in the after life. So you put your sword back into its sheath and let Prince Jaehyun step closer to you.

His soft and warm hand enclosed around your wounded and bruised fingers, the other resting on the side of your waist. Your dress was dirty and torn from the long journey, but he didn’t mind touching you in the appropriate places. Even not properly dressed for festive activities, his eyes only remained on you as you two started dancing.

“So? What’s the truth? Tell me if it’s worth everything before I slit your throat.”

You wanted to get over this as fast as possible, but for a long while, Prince Jaehyun didn’t say a word. The only thing he did was to dance with you and to look at you, and even though it was supposed to make you uncomfortable all over, it did no such thing.

For the first time in a long while, after fighting your way through here and spending every night outside in the cold, you felt warmth.

“Remember when we were children, long before you got married off to that new realm of yours, I promised to never lie to you?”

“We both know we were different people back then,” you cleared up.

Too much had happened between you two ever since you went to the same school in this realm together. Too much time had passed since those sunny afternoons in the tower where life had still been perfect and your souls free from more responsibility than you could carry. Now, you were both too tainted to go back to that time, too much blood on your both’s hands.

“That’s not true,” he contradicted and suddenly stopped moving to the rhythm.

You were taken by surprise as you were to motion further, but he grabbed you by your hands and spun you back into his arms where he pressed you against his body. You couldn’t wind out of his grip. At this point, you didn’t even know whether you intended to at all or if it was all in your head. You were too fixated on his face that didn’t seem cruel or wicked anymore. His expression had totally softened, and for once, he let slip that perhaps, the young boy from back there was still here with you.

Too bad the girl from his childhood had died a long time ago inside of you.

You cupped Prince Jaehyun’s face and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips on his. Only a gentle touch, the bare minimum, nothing more was needed. Yet, your lips remained together for much longer and neither of you made the first move to pull away. Especially not you, as you wanted to stay in this warmth just for a bit more.

But the longer you remained together, the more dangerous it was for you.

“The truth about this war is,” Prince Jaehyun began as he pulled away, his lips purple, just like yours, “that there is no real truth behind it.”

For the first time, Prince Jaehyun broke his promise. He had lied. There was truth to it that he wouldn’t let you in on, but now it was too late. He had decided otherwise. If you were to go down, he would go with you.

What do you feel the moment you know you’re about to die?

Prince Jaehyun felt love as he tasted the poison on his lips.

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0xeff · 2 years

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Disclaimer that my statements here in this post are provided as an individual, and do not represent Cherp Administration's opinions in any way shape or form.

I've had to stay quiet about this matter for so long for a number of complicated legal reasons. I'm not going to talk about those, because they're between Cherp administration and their lawyer. My hands were tied, but now they're not. It's time to address the elephant in the room. I do in fact believe the Thell sockpuppet theory. I, as someone who has worked with Thell for a considerable length of time on two separate projects, have seen a distinct lack of evidence that Insolent is or was a real and separate person from Thell.

I've seen the absolute joke of a contract, and I know that it's real. I also know that no version of any contract between the two that I've seen so far contains any information that would indicate they are two separate parties. They have been 'digitally signed', and as such lack a real signature, as well as any sort of means of getting in contact be it through mail, telephone, or a lawyer's office who supposedly looked the thing over and against all odds gave it the OK. I've never seen Thell share a single DM with Insolent in private at any point. He cites the reason for refusing to provide this information as being a breach of privacy, however such expectations of privacy only seem to be applicable to him. From what I have seen he's very willing to breach the privacy of others if he has something to gain from it. This was, as far as I'm aware, the big (but not the only) reason why he was ousted from Cherp entirely. A fact which he laments as being a breach on Cherp's end of a deal, allowing him to refuse to give up a server which was already paid for. Claiming that he was owed more money because his contract ended early. The straw that broke the camel's back was when he accessed the Cherp database and 'coincidentally' looked at a user's data claiming it was for testing purposes. This person was going to great strides to avoid him, showing up offline in discord and and not responding to anything publicly where he could see it. By looking at their data, he was able to discern that they were actually online and active, giving him the chance to continue to harass them for a response knowing that they're seeing it. I'm not going to name them out of respect for their comfort and privacy, but if they want to come forward at some point they can. As far as I can tell, he began Cherp as Insolent and grew fond of someone there over time. He couldn't begin a relationship as Insolent though, that would not work out at all. I think that he faked her collapsing under the pressure that Cherp was causing, lashing out more and more, until he could step in himself as a savior in hosting Cherp. Making him as his real self involved and allowing him to get closer to his crush. He even had a 'falling out' with Insolent around this time (remember when he claimed his servers were sabotaged?). Things didn't turn out that way though, they weren't interested in that sort of a relationship. It's at this point where bridges start getting burned. He acts out, he begins to get more irate. Problems continue to pop up, the only arbiter of truth about said problems being real of course are him. Problems which require downtime. It felt like he was doing everything in his power to separate himself from it all in a way that would inflict the most damage. To my surprise, him and Insolent are suddenly on good terms again despite the batshit things that he claimed she did. I've spoken to other people he's worked closely with in the past on other projects and this seems to be a well defined pattern of behavior for him. He will burn a project to the ground if things don't go his way, allegedly. There's a lot more to say, but I'll leave it at this for now. I don't trust him, I feel terrible that he's in charge of MxRP. I wish that he would have taken my or TT's offer to buy MxRP from him instead of going with some out of nowhere random that he only knows and can contact via a person who up until very recently he's been claiming to butt heads with (In case it isn't clear I don't believe AKI existed either). I'm not going to tell anyone to not spend money on MxRP, but I hope that people understand they should be wary. He's given a lot of reasons to be skeptical, I think.

#cherp #mxrp

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vaya-writes · 2 years

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The Wyvern's Bride - Part 1.4

When Adalyn gets sacrificed to the local wyvern, she’s a little annoyed and a lot terrified. Upon meeting the wyvern, she discovers that he’s not particularly interested in eating people, and mostly wants to be left alone. In a plot to save himself from the responsibilities his family keep pushing on him, Slate names Adalyn as his human Envoy, and tasks her with finding him a wife.

Cis female human x cis male wyvern. 1400 words. SFW

Like three people commented and this caused me to go from writing 200 words a day, to 700 words, really speeding up this chapter. I'm thrilled that others are liking these two as much as I like them.

Warnings for this chapter? Some back story discussion, very briefly referencing some dead family members. Some sex discussion, nothing descriptive though. Let me know if I missed anything.

“I told you.”

“Yes, you told me.”

“You didn’t believe me.”

“I believe you now, okay?” she huffs.

The sun hovers above the horizon, getting ready to set. Adalyn is sitting on a stump that Slate had brought – at some point in the past few days he’d deposited two stumps and a crude log table to the shade of the tree at the Spire’s edge.

“What kind of a schedule are you working with?”

“I’ve given them a month. I’m thinking I’ll take a week to help them study, and at the end of each week I’ll interview whoever has made it to Fleecehold. Repeat until the month is over and I should – hopefully - have a handful of women for your perusal.”

“Nine women already, you said,” he smirks.

“You overestimate their suitability.”

“How so?”

She sighs. “I’ve had to send home several already. Parents who think they can send their underage children, or force their daughters to marry without consent. The rest might be willing, but if your Matron is as strict as you suggest, it doesn’t seem likely they’ll be up to her standards. Most of these women can’t read or count.”

“You said you were helping them?”

“Yeah, but there’s only so much a week can impart.”

Slate takes a seat on the table, looming too close to her, apparently not noticing the breach in personal space. “Where did you learn to read?”

“I was born in the Red City. Children there were sent to the temple to learn.”

He raises his eyebrows. “That’s quite the distance. How’d you end up in this backwater?”

Adalyn looks away. “My father got into some trouble. Owed too much money. Made too many deals. When it started to catch up with him, we picked up and left.”

“How old were you?”

She hadn’t expected Slate to show interest. His eyes are earnest, and she meets them with a frown. “Fifteen.”

“And when he passed?”

“How’d you know he-”

“A parent doesn’t let their child become a human sacrifice.”

“He took ill about a decade ago. I was twenty.”

He frowns. “That's rough.”

She shrugs. “What about your family? Are your parents alive?”

He doesn’t meet her eyes, apparently not expecting to discuss his own family. “Uh, no. I was orphaned as a hatchling. My grandmother raised me. She was pretty strict.”

“She must have been, if you were so keen to move away,” Adalyn says. Then pauses. Perhaps it’s a sensitive topic, and she shouldn’t be joking about it. She doesn’t want to cause offense. She moves the conversation away from his parents. “The rest of your family?”

His nose crinkles. “Busybodies, the lot of them. Expectations just as high as Matron’s, but with none of the dignity and respect to keep it to themselves. Grandmother is tolerable. I moved to escape the rest of them.”

She’s surprised by his honesty. “And the wedding?”

“Moving wouldn’t be enough. They already know where I live.”

“It still seems a little callous.”

He shrugs. “Once she passes the trials, my bride can do what she likes. I don’t expect her to love me. I won’t even make her live with me, if she prefers human company. A century of loneliness with a disinterested companion would be nicer than a century of judgement from my family.

She wants to sympathise with him. Does in part. But a large family, a sense of kinship – it's something Adalyn has always lacked.

“Are they... that bad?”

He looks at her, puzzled. “Are they- right, you’re human. Wyvern families are matriarchal. I’m the first child of the Matron’s first daughter, so fairly valuable. But as males have practically no say in family matters, my lineage is mostly just a tool to marry me off. I would have been already, if Matron hadn’t raised me. She’s groomed me for a leadership position. It’s an incredible opportunity for me, but that doesn’t stop my every cousin, aunt, and uncle from dictating what I should be doing with my life.”

Adalyn cringes. “Sounds exhausting. Your family must be pretty big on tradition.”

He lays back, taking up the whole table, legs dangling off one end. “Yeah. You’ve no idea.”

“So are the bride trials one of these big traditions?”

He nods. “Whenever a non wyvern marries into the family they’re evaluated. The matron tests the betrothed’s skills for governance and logistics. The family test their skills for hospitality. And before the wedding there’s the consummation to check that the spouse-to-be is, uh, capable.”

“Humans usually have the consummation after the wedding.”

“Huh. Why?”

Adalyn suddenly wishes she hadn’t spoken. She shrugs. “Families don’t usually check capability. It’s just assumed that both humans can,” she hesitates, “you know.”

“I suppose, human men only ejaculate once. You wouldn’t have to worry about stamina.”

She winces. “Language.”

He turns, brows drawn. “What? I’m not wrong. Does that statement offend you?”

“No, it’s just,” she rubs her face, aware of her blush, “a bit vulgar.”

He shrugs. “As Envoy you’ll be invited to the trials. You should get use to the vulgarity. You’ll be seeing a lot of it.”

There’s a long silence between them. It’s companionable, and both appear deep in thought. Adalyn is pondering Slate’s last words, and is trying to bring herself to ask just how many times wyverns ejaculate, if humans seem so lacking in comparison. She doesn’t, though.

“That’s the trial the women seem most concerned about. I’m trying to keep them focused on reading and writing, they keep asking about the mechanics of ‘consummation’. I’m starting to feel for the priestesses who had to teach my cohort back in the day.”

He huffs a laugh. “Have you told them that we can polymorph yet?”

She purses her lips. “No.”

“There’s your problem.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Adalyn doesn’t admit that she wanted to keep that revelation to herself for as long as possible. She hadn’t felt special in a long time. Hadn't felt seen, or listened to. Her moments with Slate had been brief but enjoyable. Part of her is saddened when she thinks about the wedding – how it would likely mark the end of these conversations.

“I guess I’ll let them know when I do the interviews. Go over the trial details with them all together, and break off individually to check their suitability and progress.”

“When’ll this be?”

She considers. “The day after next.”

“Can I attend?”

She blinks. “What?”

“I’d like to watch these interviews.”

She tries not to sputter. It’s easy enough to look away from him while under the open sky, but in her house? Tall, annoyingly handsome, with a penchant for leaning too far into her personal space – she cringes to think of the male in her home, and how he’d dominate any setting he could be placed in. She runs a mental inventory of her house and her possessions. Shrinks as she pictures them under his scrutiny.

“Why?” She stalls.

He shrugs, seemingly unaware of her turmoil, before sitting up and shifting to face her. “I’m kind of curious to meet them before they know who I am. Besides, you’re in my employ. I should probably have an idea of how you work.”

Seconds trickle by, and no excuse to keep him away comes to mind. She feels like a deer locking eyes with a hunter.

He leans back and bares his palms, “Well, if you’re too opposed-”

“No,” she shakes herself, before stopping again. Adalyn sighs, looking down at her hands, and forces herself to speak. “I’m not. You’re just... intimidating. It might be hard to work while you watch.”

His lips twitch. “I can’t be that scary. I don’t even eat people.”

She rolls her eyes at the attempted joke. “You’re tall, and rich, and pretty, and human society in the Valley is decidedly not matriarchal. I think I’m allowed to be intimidated.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” He leans in.

She flicks him on the shoulder. “Forget it.”

He catches her by the hand. “I’m sorry. Please, may I visit to watch you work?”

She clenches her jaw and frowns up at him. His grey eyes, although alight with humour, are earnest and open.

She drops her gaze. “Fine.”

She still catches his smile, pointed and wide.

“What time should I arrive?”

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Day 19.1 – The Secret is Out

Time for Blitz Mode

Graphite was the first to wake up. For a moment he looked confused at what he saw around him – he was in a simple bed with basic furnishings surrounding him. But he soon remembered he was no longer in his home world, and rather than his own simple home he was in the small shack Sketch referred to as the 'Poor House.' When he realized this, he got out of his bed and stepped outside to survey the area. As he exited the doorway he recoiled at the brightness of the sky.

"Ugh, the sun…" he said, rubbing his eyes. "It's gonna take some time to get used to this place…"

Then there was a voice calling in the distance. "Stop right there!"

"Hm?" Graphite turned to where the sound came from. He found Bits standing at the other end of the block, approaching him with an angry look on his face.

"Don't make another move!" he shouted. "I'm not about to let you have your way!"

Graphite looked confused. "What are you talking about, kid? Who even are you?"

"The name's Bits! And I know an evil alien invader when I see one! So you better get outta here before I have to take drastic measures!"

Bits stopped halfway, his hands clenched in tight fists. He awaited Graphite's response.

Graphite sighed. "Kid, I don't have any way to leave. But you need to calm down."

"Alright, you asked for it!!" Quickly Bits held up his hands and swiped them downward, summoning his Bit Blades. He grasped them and ran straight for Graphite, preparing to strike. With each swipe of his blades, Graphite casually dodged, seemingly warping to a different spot only a pace or two from where he was. Bits kept trying to strike, with no luck. A little tired, he called off the Blades and looked to Graphite, who stared back at him with his arms crossed, his tail whipping slightly behind him.

"Sheesh!" Bits said. "You're hard to hit!"

"I've dedicated most of my life training to fight," Graphite replied, "a skill you clearly don't have. Now stop playing around and leave me alone." With that, he began to walk away, heading towards his new home.

Bits's eyes widened. "Playing?! You think I'm PLAYING?!" He held out his hand, and a ball of energy formed. "TAKE THIS!!"

The Bit Bullet was suddenly fired at Graphite. Graphite quickly sensed its approach and swatted it into the sky. He then looked over to Bits, who was readying more Bullets in each hand, and scowled. He turned around and began to approach the little rabbit, who started to fire a bunch of Bullets at him. One after another, as Graphite kept walking, he deflected each Bullet that got near him, until he was only a foot away. Now his hands were made into fists, and his body started to shake, as though struggling to hold back his temper.

Graphite gritted his teeth. "Final warning."

Bits seemed unfazed. "You don't frighten me, you space freak!" With that, he ran up to Graphite and threw a mighty kick to his leg. But Graphite did not react, and the kick only seemed to hurt Bits. He hopped a bit, holding his leg in pain. "Ow! Ow! That hurt! What are you made of?!"

Graphite didn't respond. He suddenly swung his long tail with incredible force. It struck Bits hard, sending him flying across the street so far, he looped back to where Graphite stood. It almost looked as though he would have collided into the irate Teijru, were it not for the fact that Graphite's tail quickly swung at him again, stopping him instantly. His tail coiled around Bits's body tightly, and started to squeeze until the little rabbit couldn't move.

"You know, kid," said Graphite, "we only just met and I'm already tired of you."

Bits kept trying to break free, but he couldn't budge. "NGGH! Let me go!"

Graphite shook his head. "Not a chance. You're staying coiled up until you either calm down or pass out. At this point I don't care which."

"NO! I…won't give up!" Bits began to look furious, struggling even harder. "HRRGGH! I need…to go BLITZ MODE!!"

Graphite was perplexed. "…Blitz Mode?"

In a sudden flash, Bits summoned his energy and burst it around him. Graphite was blown back from the force, losing his grip on Bits. He fell a few feet away from where he once stood, dazed from the burst. When he regained his senses, he looked over to Bits only to find a startling sight.

In the place of the three-foot-tall rabbit was a twelve-foot-tall beast. It had small wings, a bulky body with a long neck, and a long muzzle with sharp teeth – yet it was covered in the same green fur as Bits. It was wearing the same outfit, though it looked like it barely fit. It even had the same long ears.

Graphite looked up and down at this beast. "What am I looking at?!"

The beast held up its arms, flexing its 'muscle,' and showed off a big toothy grin. "You're looking at Blitz the Drabbit!" he replied, "the guy who's about to TAKE YOU DOWN!!"

With that, Blitz leapt in the air and attempted to stomp on Graphite. The Teijru quickly jumped out of the way, quickly getting back on his feet to prepare for the next attack. Blitz turned with his teeth gritted and inhaled deeply. Then he began to blow intense fire at Graphite, who had begun to surround himself in bright purple fervor. He held out his hand and formed his fervor into a barrier, which fended off the fire effortlessly. He lowered his hand when the fire cleared, and he started to approach Blitz, who was gasping for air after his flame-breath attack.

"I've been holding myself back as best I can," Graphite growled," but you're REALLY starting to test my patience…"

"Oh yeah?" Blitz replied, finally catching his breath. "Well, maybe you need to CHILL!!"

And Blitz took in another deep breath. This time, however, he summoned freezing gusts of ice at Graphite, whose defensive barrier only served to create a frozen casing around him. When he realized this, he struck at the ice and broke it open, only for Blitz to breathe ice on him again, this time making direct contact. Graphite's body began to freeze over until he was fully trapped in a spire of ice.

Blitz excitedly pumped his fist. "Gotcha!" He then walked up to the helpless Graphite and leaned down to him, putting on his best tough face. "Alright, you alien scum! You're not gonna take over this world while I have something to say about it! Now you're going to stay in that ice until the others have a way to get rid of you!" He then stood tall and crossed his arms, his face full of pride. "That'll teach you to mess with me!"

In an instant, the spire of ice began to glow a bright purple. It began to tremble…then it began to crack. Blitz looked in shock as the spire suddenly burst open, shards of ice flying everywhere. Graphite stood himself firm, surrounded by purple fervor so intense, his own fur looked dark by comparison. His tail and antennae almost appeared to be on fire, and his pupils were glowing intensely. He trembled in anger as he bared his teeth.

"YOU CROSSED THE LINE!"

In a split second, he forcefully kicked Blitz in his large gut, his foot seemingly halfway into its full diameter when it landed. The shock and pain of Graphite's attack left Blitz stunned for a few seconds. He almost fell over, and he held his stomach with both arms while he struggled to regain his composure. But Graphite quickly lunged in once again. One arm wrapped around Blitz's neck, and the other reached for his chest. Gathering up his strength, Graphite let out an angry roar as he lifted Blitz off the ground and slammed him on his back. The impact was so tremendous, it almost felt like an earthquake.

Graphite took a deep breath and looked at the startled Blitz, who appeared to be in great pain. The Drabbit looked to Graphite, upside-down in his view, unsure what was going to happen next. But the Teijru crossed his arms and stared back, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

"I don't know what makes you think I'm trying to take over," Graphite said calmly, "but that's not something I want."

Blitz struggled to get back up. "I…I don't believe you!" he replied. "There's no other reason you'd need to be this strong! You're gonna hurt people for sure!"

Graphite started to look angrier. "Kid, right now the only one I wanna hurt is YOU. You started this fight, but I'm more than ready to finish it."

Blitz finally got back onto his feet. "Fine! So help me, I'll give it everything I've got to keep my friends safe!"

And the two prepared to resume the fight.

Suddenly Sketch Tucker and Heather Britannia ran out of the house. "What's going on out here? Bits? …Graphite?"

Blitz heard this and was baffled. "Wait…you know him, Uncle Sketch?"

Sketch nodded. "Sure I do, he arrived here yesterday. Got whisked away in a different portal like the rest of us. Now can someone explain what's going on?"

Graphite spoke up. "This little punk saw me out here and claimed I was some evil invader, and next thing I know he's trying to attack me."

Sketch placed his hand on his face and sighed. "I was worried something like this would happen…"

Then Copper and Broom came from their respective houses, looking a little panicked.

"What's happening?" said Broom. "We felt the ground shake and—whoa."

Copper looked up at the large long-eared beast. "…Is that Bits?"

Blitz was a little confused. "Hang on…Copper, do you know this guy?" He pointed his thumb over to Graphite.

"Yeah, I know him," he replied. "Graphite is a guardian of my home planet. In fact, where I'm from, he's considered Kheji's greatest hero."

Blitz was shocked. "He…he is?!"

Broom nodded. "Sure he is! With all that strength of his, he's been able to protect Kheji from all sorts of hostile invaders…often all by himself!"

Graphite looked away and blushed.

Blitz began to process what he just heard. His confused expression turned to one of panic. "I…I was attacking a hero this whole time?! Oh no, what have I done?!" He turned to Graphite and got on his hands and knees, bowing and looking ashamed.

"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't know! I just wanted to protect my friends!"

Graphite raised an eyebrow at Blitz's gestures, but eventually sighed. "…Well, at least you apologized."

Finally, Dr. Raz and Holly came out of their home. The doctor was adjusting her lab coat, as though just putting it on. "What's all the commission ab—WHAT IS THAT?!"

She jumped back at the sight of the large Drabbit kneeling in front of her. Her glasses almost fell off her face.

"Oh, hello, doctor," Heather replied. "Which do you mean, Graphite or–"

She walked up to Blitz, her hands trembling. "Bits?! What HAPPENED to you?!

Blitz waved his hand casually and smiled. "Hi, Razzy! You can call me Blitz the Drabbit!"

Dr. Raz was at a loss for words. "H-how did…when did…?"

Sketch smiled. "He figured out how to do this just yesterday. He seemed to remember seeing this form in the back of his mind, but he wasn't sure if it was just a dream."

Dr. Raz looked at the two Tokarus. "And this isn't permanent, right?"

Heather nodded. "He can change back, yeah."

"But why would I want to change back?" said Blitz, flexing his 'muscle' again "I'm so much stronger like this!"

Dr. Raz was regaining her composure. "And way too big! There's no way you're able to fit in the lab like that. Either you change back or you're staying outside from now on!"

"But Razzy–"

Dr. Raz stamped her foot. "That is FINAL!"

Blitz looked disappointed. "Aww, alright." With that, he closed his eyes, and in another bright flash, he became the three-foot-tall rabbit once again.

"Good." Dr. Raz pointed to her house's front entrance, where Holly was casually standing. "Now go on home, I have some other matters to take care of."

Bits walked his way to Holly, who escorted him home. Meanwhile, Dr. Raz was approached by Graphite, who looked rather annoyed.

"Are you that kid's caretaker?" he said. "You need to teach him not to attack random people at first sight."

"He's never attacked anyone at random before…" she responded, stroking her chin. "My apologies, mister…?"

"Graphite."

"Yes. My apologies, Graphite. I'll talk to Bits about that… I'll let you return home."

Graphite sighed and turned around to do just that. But Dr. Raz suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Graphite," she said, "I may wish to talk to you about something a bit later."

Graphite turned his head slightly when he heard this, then shrugged and continued his way home. Copper and Broom looked at each other and shrugged as well, walking back to their respective homes as well. Sketch and Heather looked to Dr. Raz, who fumbled through her lab coat pockets. She finally pulled out her notepad and briskly approached the Tokarus.

"Alright, you two," she said, sternly and anxiously. "I have some questions I'd like you to answer."

"What a coincidence, doctor!" Sketch replied, smiling. "We actually have some questions of our own we've been meaning to ask you–"

Dr. Raz waved her hand. "Never mind that! I want to know what you found out about Bits! How did you teach him to become that giant monster? What else can he do?"

Heather crossed her arms. "We'd like our questions answered first, if you don't mind."

"It's only fair, after all," added Sketch, who crossed his arms as well. "We volunteered for your research, and we even looked after Bits while you were studying Copper and Broom. You kinda owe us."

Dr. Raz looked at the two Tokarus, her ears folded back. "You don't understand," she replied, somewhat nervously. "I have been struggling to figure out how he ticks. I've had no luck getting him to replicate some of the things I've seen him do, and you two manage to spend a day with him and he can suddenly do those things with ease! You have several answers to questions I've been trying to find for months! I need to know!"

"Indeed!" said Heather. "And you have answers to questions we've wanted to ask for the last few days."

Dr. Raz started to shake. "…Please don't do this. I would rather not disclose too much about…"

Sketch and Heather stared directly at her. Silent, arms crossed, each with an eyebrow raised. Dr. Raz slowly realized what they were doing, and her curiosity has backed her into a corner. After racking her brain over some other solution to the situation, she came up with no alternative. She looked to the ground, her arms fallen to the sides. She struggled to hold back tears.

"…What do you want to know…?"

Sketch and Heather looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned back to Dr. Raz.

"What do you say we take this inside?" asked Sketch, pointing to Dr. Raz's house.

Dr. Raz sighed and silently nodded. She led Sketch and Heather inside and summoned the elevator to her underground lab…

#malamite #the blocks #sketch tucker #heather britannia #copper #broom #dr. raz #bits #holly #graphite #blitz #tokaru #teijru #syr'l #drabbit #that's a biggun

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seroothincs · 1 year

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Part 1 of my Overanalysis.

Who? Me?! Overanalysing something that only appeared for just two milliseconds and which possibly holds no further importance to the actual plot in the show and just doing this to feed my hunger for content of the wiseguys?!

It's more likely than you think.

Well, if the writers aren't gonna get to this interesting chapter of the mafia then I might just well do it myself. An interesting board though. Like, Tony is of course the biggest picture that takes up a lot of space on the board because he is the most government involved character, he's a freaking mafia underboss so obviously the FBI would be concerned for what kind of "Legitimate Business" he exactly takes part in and starts. We have Don Vittorio next to him, and I'm surprised he's not the bigger picture in this case since he's well-- the real boss, the don of his whole mafia organisation.

We usually just describe the springfield mafia as the D'amico mob because Tony is more involved with it than Vittorio is, even though he is the real don. This could just mean the writers often forget about Vittorio (like I do at times) or there's something else here that is left for me to discover. I wholeheartedly believe that Tony is really the don of the Springfield mafia, maybe and just maybe, Years ago Vittorio did step down as the don and passed the role onto Tony though now that HE was in charge he saw an increase of assassination attempts, not only on himself but on his whole team. The Gang that was responsible for these attacks were the Esposito's, a very old gang that has been at it with the DiMaggio's since the 30s and well the don of that family just so happened to be Vittorio's arch nemesis. Many, many times have they tried to assassinate Vittorio but he was always a step ahead. Now with Vittorio gone and the word quickly spreading on the streets, the Esposito's take their chance and try to finally eliminate the now renamed D'amico mob. They beg Vittorio to come back since the attacks are so brutal they don't know how to deal with them, even the more professional and clever capos such as Lefty and Righty are clueless. Vittorio simply rolls his eyes, groans and comes back, announcing himself to be the don BUT only appears as an acting boss for his mob. Tony is still in charge which he rightfully deserves but Vittorio is simply just there to remain as a shield for the D'Amicos, 'cuz now with him back the don of the Esposito's is absolutely destroyed and knows he can't go on with his attacks since Vittorio was always the clever ace and knew how to stop him each time. And so now they're just waiting for that don to die of old age so that Tony can finally operate as the official don in peace and Vittorio can step into his much needed retirement. I imagine it to be like that, but now besides Vittorio there are two more pictures. One of a guy that sort of looks like Legs and another titled "The Hat", very helpful to just have a guy named The hat but okay. Now that guy was also featured in "Donnie Fatso" when he had the car waiting for Tony, Louie, Legs and Homer. Possibly a low-life member like Frankie, or a soldier like him. I think he could be an associate, not an Mafia associate like you would think (examples such as Mayor Quimby or Krusty who frequently engage with the mob), he's more of Vittorio's associate, a man of mystery who can get you all kinds of information if you meet him in a dark enough street with rain pouring down like crazy and one tall street lamp shining in the dark. That's where you can meet him. And his name just being "The Hat" makes it all the more creepier, at this point the others are just too afraid to ask the don directly who The hat really is. I'm losing myself, anyways. This whole board is really interesting, especially when you see Mayor Quimby who is known to strike deals with the mob frequently, Krusty who is an addictive gambler and owes the mafia a lot- Snake is obvious as well what with him being a criminal but actually, I've never seen him interact with the mob. Well other than he might have stumbled upon them a couple of times in prison but that's it, he did meet them in the simpsons comics. I remember that. On the board however, there are a couple more things to talk about. There being of course Jimmy the snitch, the passport to it and the news article could point to it that he has been featured in repeated interviews, articles and the media, giving intel on the mafia to the government. His nickname being snitch is no surprise. Though the passport makes me think that maybe he travels a lot and stays low in other countries because of his snitching making him look like a walking target just waiting to get shot at.

Part 2 coming after this.

#springfield mafia #Fat tony #Louie #Legs #Johnny tightlips #Frankie the squealer #Don vittorio #The Mob's origins

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brightgnosis · 2 years

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I was watching the Invasive Plant Council's webinar about their new database and someone asked them to address the controversy about using "Invasive" to refer to native plants- and I half jokingly said "Do we really want to potentially derail the webinar by opening that can of worms"? ... The boy tried clapping back with "As a practicing and professionally trained plant scientist of 40 years, yes, we want to address the term".

Oh how I love it when grumpy old white men pull out that silencing technique. And every single time they pull it, it's actually irrelevant to the point.

Baby, I do not care how long you've been doing things in whatever field you've specialized in. Your 40 years can currently shove it; your credentials genuinely have nothing to do with anything right here, right now, and therefore mean jack-all at this moment. They're absolutely not relevant to anything going on here- except as a poor and incredibly transparent excuse to get me to shut up so you get your way.

What's is being discussed right now is how a specific, new database works and how t use and navigate it, what it contains, and how they opted to put it together and where they specifically sourced their data ... And what is relevant is whether or not that is necessarily the appropriate time and place to open any kind of discussion about the application of the word "Invasive" to Native species- whether that's surrounding why they chose to call Eastern Red Cedar "invasive" and add it to the database, or not.

Why? Because it's a pretty contentious topic. It's a topic which is well known in this sector or the plant world for causing knock-em-out fights, and I've seen it a million times; asking it's a very good way to get the chat arguing about what "Invasive" means vs "Native", which ultimately derails the point and the focus. So while it's not necessarily a bad question to ask, it's maybe not suited for this particular moment. It's maybe better suited to a different Webinar.

Ultimately, however, it was a half-hearted joke based on the fact that is a contentious topic to bring up ... But even if it weren't, it's still about the appropriateness of time and place- and about having respect for your host and the explicitly stated purpose of the gathering.

Whether or not we as people like to acknowledge Guest Responsibility, we do, in fact, have the responsibility as Guests to not derail the purpose and intent of a gathering we're invited to- especially when in educational settings with clearly outlined purposes and topics.

The funnies part about getting that poor clapback attempt to silence a half-hearted joke, though? Is that based on the name and how long he's been practicing ... I'm pretty sure the guy was my guest Turf professor during my Master Gardener training. So watch the whole of my entire interest in and respect for him tank, if that's his tactic ... Though I guess I shouldn't really be surprised.

Academics™ are salty bags of dicks. Plant People™ are petty fuckshits ... Turn Plant People™ into Academics™ and you just get a bunch of constantly salty fuckshits with zero social and communication skills, or any sense of common decency or humanity 🙄 And it's always, always worse when the vast majority of them are white men and you read as female in both name and body.

And to think Mike is convinced that "I owe it to myself" to go to do Grad. [snort]

#Personal #Master Gardening #2022 #Daily Life #I Legitimately Hate Plant People Why Does Everyone Take Things Too Seriously #Verderer #Master Gardeners

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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you said that twig would write love letters to his beloved...what do you suppose they'd say?

Okay, I've written this to a friend on Discord way, way back, around the time when we got the first flashbacks and I've also included it in Guerilla Warfare, but here's my compilation of figurative Twig war love letters to a beloved:

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'I can't wait to be with you! Somewhere where the grass is soft and green and harmless! Not like here, all jagged and wild and unpredictable. Dangerous. Captain Turner advised us not to put our guard down and stay alert with tall vegetation - could be a convenient spot for an ambush, but that's beside the point, really. I just want to sprawl one of those soft patchwork blankets on the ground, in the pleasant shade of a tall tree, and talk to you, for hours. Maybe we can bring along a picnic basket? Fill it with all the goodies and sweets we can possibly eat in one day, although, I'm puzzled how we'll carry it! Maybe with bikes! Oh, boy! Sure do miss those - the candies I mean, not the bikes (although, those too!) - haven't had them in ages - what do you think about it? Would you like that? Would you…like me putting my hand around your throat? That beautiful, delectable throat you're flaunting on that the picture you sent me in the envelope? I've hidden it, you know. So nobody can see. It's my little secret now. You're right in the pouch, where I keep my knife. A lucky charm. You've seen as many hits as I have. Would you like me squeezing you within an inch of your life? Maybe wrap a nice rope around it and push you unto my cock? Are you a virgin? I am. I want to taste the blood that flows out of you when I slide inside and pierce you open for myself, for the first time ever. I wonder if it'll be sweet? It must be. Because you are. Oh, you're so sweet. Speaking of sweet, what's your favorite type of dessert? I incidentally haven't had actual ice-cream in more then I can remember. I'm absolutely deprived of it! Can't wait for us to go out somewhere and have a whole batch! What's your favorite flavor!? Mine's literally every!'

'You want to know why I like vanilla flavor the best? It's so underrated and good and soft! It's hard not to enjoy and love in spite of how many people overlook it! And I'm so glad you'd agree! Kindred spirits! Wow, I should totally marry you and have you make batches for me constantly and forever! It'll be so fun! I can't wait! On the subject of forever - you don't plan on stopping your responses any time soon, are you? I'd be dreadfully sad! I mean, your last letter was two weeks late. Is something the matter? Our delivery correspondent left me awfully empty handed at base and I was so very afraid you got bored of me! Or angry! Or both!? You don't want me cashing you down, do you? How fast can you run? I'm told I'm pretty fast. I was the fastest in my class, you know! For eight consecutive years! Don't think I ever told you. Well, you never asked, anyhow, but you know now. Think we should try and race one time. I'll even give you a head-start because you're my baby - and then once I catch up to you, which I of course will, you can be good and take some time explaining what's it with you and being all hot and cold and hot and cold? I don't like that. No, no, no, I don't like that one bit. I mean I like everything about you, though, I'm just owed an explanation, I feel. Maybe even an apology? A sincere one. Not a fake one. Of course, I'd never be mean to you, my angelcake, I'm just saying - don't let a fellow down now. You know how badly I want you? Do you touch yourself? If you don't, then don't. Save it for me. If you do, think on me. Only on me. I think about you always. Constantly. Every waking moment. It rained incessantly, it still does, as I'm writing this. Maybe you can even see the droplets smearing the ink in certain places - but, I know you never mind, my blossom. I wonder what it would be like, wrestling you into the mud and just…'

'I've a friend and his name's John. John Kreese. He's a real stand-up fellow, you know? Real solid one! Saved my ass more then once! He has a sweetheart too! Her name is Betsy! We saw her picture! Too many of us saw her picture, in fact. A total of two! I don't like it. Don't like it one bit. Well, unlike him, I never told anyone about you, though. Never showed you to anyone. Never want to either, if I'm honest. I'm deathly jealous of the photograph you sent me. They're my pals and I care for them more then I can describe, but the idea of someone seeing you drives me nuts. Every polaroid grain and hue and overture of color and outline and blend on a collection of atoms that puts together a singular piece of snapped paper that holds your face belongs to me. Even the scent of it, as vague as it could be, and the fact that it was at one point near you and that I can viscerally smell and touch you, the very paper your fingers brushed is too much to bear. I'd rather burn you with matches, then have anyone even vaguely see you, comment your skin or your eyes or your lips or your - anything. I scratch your name and your address out on the envelopes your responses arrive in, before I even open it, in the fear someone will see, someone will know - someone will ask. The delivery staff at camp looks at me funny. I want cover their eyes too. Blind them, even! Hope they step on a landmine and die. Do you incidentally enjoy the caramel cookie recipe suggestion I sent last time? Did you try it!? You must! My mother used to make that for me constantly! She'd love you!'

'So, when my pa' married my ma' he sort of just stuffed her into a car and drove off with her, you know? Skipped this whole correspondence and pen-palling process we have. They didn't even date. Or wait. Didn't even particularly know each other too well! Did I ever tell you that anecdote? No? I don't recall, no. Maybe it's best left for sometime when we meet. You can tell me how your folks met and I'll tell you more about mine, if that's alright with you - but, we'll be sweethearts going steady and fiances to be wedded, so of course it'll be alright! But, what I mean to re-iterate is, I don't have anything against just taking you. Finding and taking you. If your family doesn't agree or like me too well, that doesn't have to be a detriment to any sort of relationship! Even them talking you out of it doesn't have to be. Or you changing your mind, although I don't see how or why you would, although I confess I sometimes smell hesitation and a certain something I can't name in the very tone of your words on the very paper that flies out to me. It's like a kind of magic, you see. I can envision your expression as your write to me and it's not a very nice expression. I don't enjoy you not having a nice expression. Do you love me? Because I love you. I love you so very much my entrails hurt with an inch I can't scratch unless I splinter my heart wide open. And maybe you want to provoke me, I don't quite know, but perhaps that's not the smartest thing to do. When my pa' married my mom, or well, proposed, if you will, she was given two choices; He drove her out into the desert, presented her with a stack of playing cards and bid her to have a round against him. Real funny charmer, that one. Catch was, there was no way home, but with his car. Well, he also conveniently brought a revolver with him if things got too complicated. She of course said yes and then they had me and now I'm here, responding to you. Funny how everything's connected? Small-world, huh? Very small.' 'Small enough to find you.'

'What do you sound like? Describe it to me next time. In detail. I want to envision your voice through your own words, you know, like one of those school assignments people have. Is it low? Husky? Chipper? What's your tone like? How do you pronounce words? How do you pronounce my name? I like to think about it. Your voice, in concept. Don't laugh, but it brings me comfort and sometimes when I'm bored and the patrols get long and tedious and the exhaustion reaches past the point of all fatigue, I swear I can hear you, through the sweat and the hunger and the heatstroke and the pain. How funny is that? Hearing someone you've never heard before? You're in my head, somehow. I don't know how, but you are. It's like this faint, small thing. This echo. The echo of an echo. Maybe I'm imagining it. Probably am. Medic says it's a byproduct of being shell-shocked or something and that I might need to be relegated for a week or two at base for a couple of examinations but I don't believe that. I really don't. I know what I'm going through and it's not anything being wrong with my brain! You're really there. It's like you live there. Inside of me. It's really difficult to explain. Have you ever experienced something like that? Do you even know what I'm talking about? Do you sometimes hear me too? Like, when it's really quiet - your room is so silent and dark it practically vibrates into the abyss and the quietude starts screaming at you, begging to be pierced and listened to - can you close your eyes and hear me in the pitch blackness, calling out to you? From across the distance? Because I hear you. I hear you always. I hear you asking me to come be with you and get back as soon as possible. To be safe. To stay alive. You sound so gorgeous. I wonder if you sound like that in reality too? You must, surely.'

'Do you think I'm a sniveling coward? Do you agree with everyone else? I would hope you don't. I got called every variety of that moniker so many times since our release that the nickname is starting to stick in my mind. Our Captain has called me that too. He's passed away recently. Did you know? Probably not. How could you? Well, he has. We couldn't even recover his remains. It was an accident. Many of the soldiers who did too. I'm believing them, even though they're no longer with us. Their ghosts haunt me even now. I don't react to my own name anymore. Or to Twig. I react to 'sniveling coward.' Even in my dreams, I'm someone other then I used to be. I'm no longer me. I don't remember who me was exactly. I'm who they assigned me to be. And I feel they're right, you know? I am a sniveling coward. I want you to call me lovely names in your next letter, even though I don't deserve it anymore. Please? Can you do that for me? Would you do that for me? I hope you're not ashamed of me. I'd never be ashamed of you. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. Even if you killed someone, just like I did. In fact, I'd help you, if need be. Can I be your beloved? Your sweetheart? Your darling? Your honey? Make up some pretty things you'd bestow of me on your own. I need it to survive. I'll try to envision a reality where I've earned such endearments. I'm laying in the infirmary. Day seven. Don't worry. I'm alright. It's just a routine check. Johnny got released a few days earlier, but Ponytail didn't make it. That's my fault too. It's all my fault. Always. I wished all three of them could've met you one day, although, I'm so defensive about it too. I'd be a bit jealous of everyone you'd ever speak to, although I love my friends so, so, so, so much. Your beautiful words are for me only. I beg you to address me with every loving think you can imagine. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I loveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIlvoeyoulvoelvoelovoeoeoe…'

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(Last but not least, since I'm from an Eastern Bloc country, I figured it would be kind of funny if I composed a letter of Twig's to a beloved from the same background and since these letters would've been written in the late 60's with political misalignment happening, getting a bit of a star-crossed lovers situation, well --- 😂)

'You know what; nobody has to know. You're not like the ones we kill. Captain Turner said they're all disturbed inane cockroaches that riddle the dung-heaps of the earth but, you see, I disagree. Please don't get offended by his words. You're my precious rare butterfly. You're the feather off of the wing of an angel. You're my lone moonbeam. You're my ladybug. You're different. So different. No you're - good and beautiful and sweet and precious and pure and you're mine. You hear that - you're mine! We like the same flavor of ice-cream and we enjoy desserts and picnics and we both burn to excess in the sun and get these profuse red patches that ache and refuse to subside for months and months and I never met someone quite as funny, smart and understanding as you are, and it'll be our little secret and I'll tuck you away and hide you and we can just say you're shy or ill when someone asks after you, and I'll do all the talking and all the introductions and you'll just stay behind and if you're afraid, you can just lock yourself inside of your room and I'll hold unto the key and it'll all be safe and sound with me and I'll come and be with you always and always and always - I'll just deal with everything - I absolutely promise.'

#terry silver #terry silver twig #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #terry silver imagine #terry silver imagines #from discord #angst #fluff

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starship-imzadi · 15 days

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S6 E6 True Q

I don't remember what happens in this episode. Even though I have mixed feelings about Q, and some Q episodes are better than others, I do enjoy John de Lancie's performances.

I like when Crusher's mama bear comes out. Q describing her as "shrill" is something I find distasteful. Possibly misogynistic.

Hang on. So Q reveals himself in a staff meeting. Data isn't in the meeting. Q teleports Picard to his ready room for a brief conversation. Once it's over Picard walks onto the bridge and talks to Data, who is at the helm and somehow already understands why Picard says that Amand's parents were Q and that Q has been on the ship.

Q is so invasive. I must say I enjoy Amanda's reaction to Q trying to take her. I'm not sure why he doesn't understand the concept of tact.

I think it's worth noting that the Q are (nearly?) omnipotent but NOT omniscient. Often the two are conflated but, since they're theoretical concepts, we don't really understand the bounds of what it would mean to be able to do any thing but not know everything. It sounds dangerous; being all powerful but not all-knowing, so you can't know the consequences of your boundless power.

Can Q bring people back to life?...

Topeka Kansas is such a mundane place to die, within the grand scheme of the universe.

I'm not sure why Amanda needs hand gestures but Q doesn't.

I can't tell if Q's lack of a space bubble lends itself to being intimate or predatory.

Riker maneuver

Amanda is pre-academy right? That's way too young for Riker (in actually the actress, Olivia d'Abo, is about 23 here and Frakes is about 40; which would still be a notable age gap.)

Times like these I wish Troi's character was better developed. She's an empath sitting next to a Q who's very jealous of Riker, Troi's on-again-off-again romantic-partner and always-friend. I want to know her read of the room!

Also: poor Riker. I think he gets manipulated most by the Q (I hate the second Q episode where Riker is given powers, but alas it is canon. Thank goodness his character moved away from whatever direction that was.)

I'm not sure what time period this is supposed to be (somewhere in the 1800's I'd guess) with Frakes it's giving me "Noth and South" vibes but could be leaning more Jane Austen; I don't know the difference. Anyway, there's something very satisfying in Frakes having sleeves that are actually the right length. I think subconsciously I'm aware of how uncomfortable the space suits always look so being free of them I feel more comfortable the way the actors look more comfortable.

Consent is so important! I appreciate how gentle Riker is when he's trying to explain why her behavior is inappropriate. I'm not sure I have my wits or talking points well enough collected to make a thorough argument now, but I'd say Riker is the most abused character after Troi. He is also the most overtly sexualized after her. (And I differentiate between being sexual and being sexualized. The latter is done to you by other people without your consent.)

Riker being forced to "love" Amanda makes me incredibly uncomfortable because of how it violates his wishes. I get the sense that she's bothered by the fact that she knows he isn't really choosing her, rather than the fact that she's forcing him against will. And that's a disturbing lack of empathy. (She definitely owes him an apology.)

This conversation between Picard and Q is fascinating. Q seems genuinely serious in a way that is incredibly rare. "With unlimited power comes responsibility. Do you think it is reasonable for us to let omnipotent beings roam free through the universe?"

I wonder if the Q couldn't just strip Amanda of her power? It happened to Q in Deja Q. Why is it up to her not to use her power? (I realize there's more Q in Voyager that I haven't watched but, from what I've seen from reddit search results, other people have had these same questions. Some posited that Amanda would be left with her powers in order to try to continually tempt her to join the Q)

So, is she going to go resurrect her parents?!? Oh, she meant her adoptive parents....well, we still don't know if the Q can bring people back from the dead.

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