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mythriteshah · 3 years

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Ladies and gentlemen: the time has come once again! After yet another winter’s time of gathering resources, the Higuri Regalia is proud to announce the 4th “Regalia Largesse”!

For those unaware or uninitiated: The Regalia Largesse is an annual event spanning anywhere between 5-7 days that occurs around the late spring/early summer, and is considered the “pinnacle of Noblesse Oblige”! During this event, individuals from the Higuri Regalia’s hierarchy will make appearances within the various city-states to offer wares to the adventuring public - FOR FREE (Tips and donations are always greatly appreciated, but never mandatory)!

On Sunday, May 9th, at around 7PM EDT, look for a Party Finder ad from any one of the Regalia members; they will provide you information on where they are, and what items will be offered, with a detailed list of what’s available while supplies last. Due to the ever-increasing quantity of wares, their post duration has been extended to three hours.

Also, throughout the week, starting at the commencement of the Largesse, those who are willing to partake in a special contest will receive a number. On the Friday evening/last day of that week (i.e. the end of the Largesse), a raffle will take place where a series of numbers will be drawn, and those who win will be offered prizes!

RULES:

To enter the raffle, simply ask the representative currently posted during that day; a tracker is kept throughout the course of the event, and is shared amongst the Regalia members.

You MUST attend the final day of the Largesse in order to qualify for a chance to win.

In the event you are unable to attend the raffle for any reason, you are allowed 1 proxy to vouch for you, so long as they state whom they are replacing.

If your number happens to be drawn, you are offered a chance to decline a particular prize if you have eyes on another, but a winner will be decided for the sake of fairness.

Notes: Sprouts (New Players/Adventurers) will receive Flying Beds and/or Coffers o’ Kupos as a consolation gift.

HUGE UPDATE TO THIS YEAR’S LARGESSE: due to the increasing popularity of the Menphina Madness Blitzball Tournament (@for-gold-and-glory), as well as being the proud sponsor of the Gridania Sea Chocobos, the Higuri Regalia is also offering a complimentary gift to the players in correspondence to their affiliated team.

Gil Turtles: Flying Chair

Sea Chocobos: Castaway Chocobo Chick

Storm Sirens: Spring Dress (females) or Southern Seas Shirt (males)

Heavensguard: Hraesvelgr Attire Coffer

Royal Griffons: Ivon Coeurlfist Doll

Koban Crushers: The Gold Whisker

High Seraphs: Casual Attire Coffer

Immortal Lions: Thavnairian Wool Autumn Shirt (males) or Wool Autumn Dress (females)

Salt Barons: Magitek Predator/Magitek Avenger/Magitek Helldiver F1

Madness Cheerleaders: Their choice between Wind-up Yuna, Lulu, or Rikku

The prize list includes the following, and are subject to change:

1st Place Winners: A Gilded Mikoshi/Golden Ronkan Flute! (x3 each; 6 winners)

2nd Place Winners: An Incitatus Whistle/Night Pegasus Whistle/Dodo Horn/Copycat Bulb! (x1 each; 4 winners)

3rd Place Winners: An item (or items) from the Mog Station worth ≤$33! (3 winners)

4th Place Winners: A copy of Modern Aesthetics: Early to Rise! (15 winners)

Look for these beautiful individuals throughout the week for the item(s) of the day. Note: stock may (and will) expand between now and the commencement of the Largesse, so everything listed herein is not final:

Sunday, May 9: Shiro Reina (Ul’dah, Steps of Nald; Patrolling Emerald Avenue)

Items: Parasols (Black; Vermillion; Plum; Calming Checkered; Cheerful Checkered; Prim Dot; Pastoral Dot)

Monday, May 10th: Treasurer Susuna (Ishgard, the Pillars; The Last Vigil)

Items:

Mounts (Albino Karakul/Zu/Ufiti/Megalotragus/Dhalmel/Construct 14/Gabriel α);

Ballroom Etiquette (Eatapple/Broom/Riceball/Bread/Insist/Confirm/Scheme/Fistpump/Highfive/Malevolence/Guard/Lean/Read/Decadent Decoration)

Modern Aesthetics (Controlled Chaos/Wind Caller/Samsonian Locks/Form and Function/Saintly Style/Modern Legend/Gyr Abanian Plait/Battle-Ready Bobs/Scanning for Style)

Tuesday, May 11th: Yuanji Yuji (Kugane, Rakusui Gardens)

Items:

Chocobo Barding (Tidal/Levin/Ice/Highland/Expanse/Hive/Orthodox/Sephirotic/Sophic/Zurvanite/Abigail/Reveler’s/Blissful/Shinryu/Byakko/Suzaku/Seiryu/Machinist/Lunar/Titania/Innocence/Hades/Ruby/True Light/Emerald/Queen’s Guard/Diamond/Doman/Nezha)

Wednesday, May 12th: Umimi Umi (Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks, The Aftcastle)

Items:

Rare Minions (Fat Cat; Littlefoot; Owlet; Dwarf Rabbit; Morpho; Bullpup; Road Sparrow; Silver Dasher; Hunting Hawk; Mandragora Queen; Paissa Patissier; Paissa Threadpuller; Mameshiba; Black Hayate; Shoebill; Armadillo Bowler; Clionid Larva; Meerkat; Monkey King; Bacon Bits; Miniature White Knight; Ancient One; Domakin; Little Leannan; Tiny Echevore; Assassin Fry; Mudpie; Private Moai; Chameleon; Salt and Pepper Seal; Sungold Talos; Dhalmel Calf; Aurelia Polyp; Axolotl Eft; The Gold Whisker; Magitek Predator/Helldiver F1; Ivon Coeurlfist Doll; Petit Pteranadon; Yukinko Snowflake; Byakko Cub; Scarlet Peacock; Seitei; White Whittret; Save the Princess; Drippy; Conditional Virtue; Dress-up Thancred; Wind-Up Namazu/Magnai/Sadu/ Susano/Lakshmi/Ravana/Tarutaru/Matanga/Zhloe/Hien)

Thursday, May 13th: Sesena Sena (Old Gridania, Mih Khetto’s Amphitheatre)

Items:

Vanity clothing (Taoist’s Shirt & Cap; Company Tabard; Cashmere Poncho; Ao Dai; Non La; Whisperfine Woolen Coat; Raincoat; Dalmascan Draped Top; Thavnairian Wool Autumn Dress/Shirt; Adventurer’s Hooded/Fireglass Leather Vest; Boulevardier’s Ruffled Shirt/ Quaintrelle’s Ruffled Dress; Adventuring Sweater; New World Jacket, Hose & Headdress; Craftsman’s Singlet; Craftsman’s Apron; Craftsman’s Coverall Top & Bottoms; Thavnairian Bustier & Headdress/Bolero & Sarouel; Thavnairian Wool Autumn Shirt/Dress; Ala Mhigan Gown; Southern Seas Shirt & Skirt/Trousers; High House Bustle/Justacorps; Rebel/Urban Coat; Crescent Moon Nightgown/Straw Capeline; Summer Indigo Shirt; Calfskin Rider’s Jacket; Kupo Attire; Hraesvelgr Attire; Peacelover’s Attire; Casual Attire; Frontier Dress & Pumps/Jacket & Hat)

Friday, May 14th: Lord Thiji Higuri (The Goblet, Ward 7, Plot 43; Aldenard Branch Headquarters)

Items: Raffle; *weapons made-to-order (GSM/WVR/ALC Specialist)

*NOTE: If you have the required Trial item for a specific weapon, please present it; all other components will be on hand. Be advised that Specialist recipes different from the ones listed above will not be crafted, unless another individual nearby is able to meet those requirements.

We look forward to serving you all, and thank you for choosing the Higuri Regalia, Where There is Power in Beauty.

#thiji higuri #Higuri Regalia #pib catalogue #fashion #high fashion #Lalafell #lalafell master race #lalashell #menphina madness #Ul'dah #Gridania #Limsa Lominsa #kugane #regalia largesse #largesse #balmung #ffxiv balmung #ff14 FFXIV

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catastrofriend · 3 years

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Only just saw the otp asks: 3, 14, and 21 for Leigh and Ortega?

Sorry this took ages I've been ????? emotionally and also the burning crusade classic was released this week so i've been there.... a lot. let's not specify how much.

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

First off, fuck you is a compliment.

Secondly, Leigh did kind of compliment Ortega's beard so there's that. They will also begrudgingly admit that he's kind of cute.

While I don't think Ortega's really a person for straight up compliments, but more of the "wow you look like you actually slept at some point this past week well done" kind, I do think he might at one point compliment Leigh's eyes, or throw in something about their freckles. or their sense of humor, or? Idk?

14. What would be a dealbreaker?

Apart from the stuff I said in reply to 13 (link in the next question), I think it’s mainly a matter of respect and feeling wanted?

Also not sure how Ortega’s gonna handle the whole “oh by the way I was the villain that kicked your asses all along sorry?”

Leigh also wants, to put it a bit crudely, the freedom to fuck up. Let them try shit and it turns out bad, but don’t lock them up “for their own good” kinda stuff.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

answered here!

Thanks mih <3

#sidestep #ortega #ricardo ortega #fhr #Fallen Hero: Rebirth #oc: leigh bennett

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critic-corner · 5 years

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‘Made In Heaven’ Style: A Royal Affair

Unlike last episode, this episode was full of colors and motifs, after all, one gotta live up to the title, right? Get ready with your margarita (that’s how I imagine what you guys probably look like while reading these posts), to decode these scandalous royal lives.

Our leading lady’s first look of the episode works in two ways. The pale pink of the blouse helps her blend in enough with the crowd to look like she belongs there but the print and maroon trousers nicely makes her stand apart without being overtly obvious. Also, remember how in the second episode I brought attention to her maroon trousers in a scene where she’s first shown as being suspicious of Adil? Well, that’s a nice little hint there because...

...the next time we see her, we get to know that she in fact had a private investigator following Adil which in turn proves her suspicions about him probably continuing his affair with Faiza right. When she first found about their affair, she was in a white saree which I related to a mourning ensemble of sorts. This is the second time she found out about the affair and once again, she is in dull shades.

In the flashback, where by then Adil and Tara were already having an affair, we see Tara in work-appropriate ensemble, sure, but the stripes on her shirt sets her apart from the engaged couple who are in plain earthy tones. Now, even though the stripes are rather subtle, any kind of pattern in an otherwise plain setting denotes tension.

Taking a break from their personal lives, let’s talk about the royal bride and groom of the episode. My favorite thing to notice on all Indian TV shows and movies is how they portray royalty, particularly the women of North India, because more often than not, you’ll find that the costume designer pretty much always dresses them as Gayatri Devi used to dress up. Here too, Devyani is wearing light printed chiffon saree with pearl necklaces that not only suit the weather and give her a youthful appearance but also look darn elegant.

Meanwhile, MIH’s rival company Harmony is planning on using Karan’s sexuality into getting the next client who is a big politician. Mani is once again found in a patterned kurta with wide striped and dark colors, which perfectly captures the aggressive action she is plotting.

Those stripes are continued onto Tara in the next scene, but her aggression is for a different reason. Her mehendi girl, Pooja, is sexually assaulted and going by her reaction, she feels very strongly about catching the perpetrator who turns out to be the client. Tara and Pooja are literally in the same color; her’s is just more glamorous and modern version of that, giving her more agency as a character.

In the next scene, Tara is found talking (more like, arguing) to her mom and her irritation from the fact that Adil bought her a house is very visible. That irritation is coupled with her marriage problems which are always at the back of her head. Once again, her plaid skirt, another tension-creating pattern, denotes to the lack of peace of mind.

Blue is a color that is found in the corporate world, so it’s interesting to see that all the characters in the scene are in blue, like they are coming together for a business deal. Pooja is standing out because the light shade of her kurta speaks of her honest victim-hood, which contrasted with the other 3 characters who are in shades of dark blue, giving them an intimidating aura - like they are the ones with all the power and not the victim.

Jumping back to Tara’s personal life, this is the first time we see her among her regular social circle since the whole Faiza fiasco. By the looks of it, Tara was hoping nobody would even know, let alone get all up into her business, by pretending everything is fine and dandy which is shown through her dress choice - bright and colorful.

In the succeeding flashbacks, we get to know how Tara and Adil’s affair was revealed and how she was later on bribed by his father. In both the instances, she is wearing light pink shirts - a color that is synonymous with innocence and naivety - which works on two levels. Firstly, everyone in the office is judging her for the affair, so her walking in there looking all innocent comes across as rather deceiving on her part. Secondly, the color choice couldn’t be more ironic considering we later on get to know that she was the one who orchestrated this whole thing, so it’s pretty clear that she’s anything but naive.

For the wedding, there isn’t much to analyze on the bride’s part because the costumes are supposed to be traditional and decadent. But the angry green is continued on to Tara from when she originally came to know about the assault, showing just how frustrated she is with the pretentious family.

And while Devyani continues on with her Gayatri Devi drag, Tara is found once again in floral green blouse. Meanwhile, Karan is seen in a gray suit that matched his journalist friend who publicly ask them about the sexual assault, thereby bringing at least a little embarrassment to their family.

Only two episodes episodes to go, you guys! Thanks for bearing with me and my slow updates, I promise they’ll be up soon.

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pearl-kite · 1 year

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INDIGO FUCHSIA and LAVENDER

!!!!!! Mih you're too nice, idek what to do with this

#just flailing and failing to think of something #thank you mih you're always so kind and positive #;3;#mihqorio #ask game

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sohaveyoubeento-blog · 5 years

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V is for Vietnamese & Vintage

Us three ladies had always played it pretty safe by way of our lunch dates. Not to say the local deli isn't absolutely kick ass - it's very tasty and very enjoyable every time we go, but in much the same way as I struggle to go to the same country more than once on my holidays (excluding India, you can never have enough India) I couldn't help but think that life's a bit too short to sit in the same eatery every time we meet for lunch, given that the whole day is ours, and within reason, travel is no issue.

The three of us decided that we would try different cuisines every week, and with the girls (Laura and Dani) living in the quieter, leafier suburbs of Otley and Burley in Wharfedale, with me (Alex) living in what I frequently describe as the bronx, 5 minutes from central Leeds but gloriously populated by some of the best food joints in the country (confirmed) they usually end up meeting at mine and then we go into town to try somewhere a bit off the beaten track. Invariably, being three mums of young children, we eat at the speed of rabid dogs and end up having a bit of time to go explore some local weird shop or two, never anything mainstream like a department store. Oh no. We like vintage shops. You know the type, they smell like damp and the inside of your nan's wardrobe, and we prance around pretending to overlook the fact that we are just in a well laid out, slightly more selective charity shop without the undertone of giving. Usually there's some blue haired student with a headscarf and a faint stench of Bobby Orange pawing through piles of shirts and jumpers that are deemed as retro, when they've actually some of them originated in C&A - we remember that place the first time round,depressingly. The whole vintage scene is a bit ironic and try hard and a bit sad at times, but the one thing that it does offer is the piece you are often looking at, generally is one of one only in the store. The same goes for charity shops, generally. We like stuff that can't be bought in bulk.

Dani owns Deluxe Blooms, and is a luxury faux florist, and very good at it too. Laura is a nail technician and spray tanning afficionado, and the owner of Maibella Nails and Tanning. I own a salon called Lexa Hair, and the three of us work together frequently. The ridiculous thing is though, that work is going really well for us, and while in the past we may have dug around in charity shops for a bargain simply to be economical, now it has begun more of a habit. And you know what they say, old habits die hard. We don't have to eat streetfood on picnic tables anymore, and we can shop anywhere we want, but at least just for me, I don't like extravagance and I'm not impressed by labels or price tags. I like pieces that are unique,with a story behind them. My two accomplices sort of get dragged in to it I think, but they seem on board with most of it. I hope.

And street food is the best food on earth, everyone knows that.

We kicked things off with a visit to a fairly new (maybe a year old I think) Vietnamese place on North Lane in Headingley named VietBaker. Inside it's very wooden looking, quite industrial and urban, stained wood everywhere and dark red leather chairs. It smells like the rice cooker that's chugging away in the corner, mixed with plenty of garlic and of course, the fresh baguettes that are stacked up in a glass cabinet above the front desk.

We opted for a sharing platter for £9, and from the menu us Yorkshire ruffians requested spring rolls (the deep fried ones, not the fresh, healthy ones obviously), prawn toast, and 'rustic chips'.

This was skin on chips with salt and pepper (well cooked and so tasty) and the prawn toast was understandably made of baguette slices. It made for a much heavier slab of prawn toast and therefore an even more unhealthy treat but man alive, was it good. The spring rolls were pork, prawn and the usual crispy vegetables inside. Not floppy or soggy, totally crispy and served with a really light and watery sweet chilli dip that's more sweet than chilli. It was all very lovely.

I've personally eaten from here a number of times and I think the Vietnamese have got it absolutely nailed when they make sandwich. Or a Ban Mih. Laura and I opted for one each, chicken for her and pork for me. Dani went for something off the new part of the menu, the fusion section, which even featured a take on beef bourgignon, Vietnamese style. She tried the Shanghai pork belly, served with rice. Her whole bowl was piled high, and we're not talking a polite, peanuts size bowl. More like a ‘free ceramic crunchy nut cereal box’ bowl, with the with tokens on the back of the pack, that you’d send off as a kid. It was huge. The second bowl was just plain rice, which worked really well as the pork alone was…. alot. It was sticky and tangy and rich and all those other wanky words that just mean amazing. I'm trying so hard to limit the wankiness. I like writing and eating, combining the two is hard work though. Bear with me. The slow cooked pork made me feel a bit gutted I went for a sandwich until I got stuck in.

Vietnam was a former French colony, and much like their neighbour Cambodia, found their local best offerings being bastardised to accomodate the 'local palate'. The nice version is that the baguette was the French's gift to the Vietnamese, although I imagine it was more a case of 'put your lovely meal in my baguette for me or you're in deep shit.'

I've never been to Vietnam but having visited Cambodge a few summers back, I remember being astounded at the gorgeous, light, dairy free Asian cuisine that had been shoved in a crusty, warm baguette. Whoever's story was true, it's the absolute bollocks.

They cut this freshly baked baguette open and spread it with patè on one side and on the other mayonnaise (already weird but hang in there) - add a ton of crispy green leaves, cucumber, pickles, coriander and fresh chilies, and add some meat into what little room is left. Enough meat to give you meat sweats. It. Is. Superb.

The pork was very finely sliced, dark and sticky again (here she goes) and you can bang on a fried egg, too, if you're an absolute wrong un. No thanks.

Laura had the chicken which was a milder flavour but none the less tasty and flavoursome. I noticed Laura pulling bits off her sandwich and delicately chewing away at them, while I picked it up and ate it like I'd been sleeping in the dark arches for the last month. I even had to be asked to wipe my face. Sorry, not sorry. No messing with a Ban Mih. Especially not this one.

The bill was a very respectable £11 a head, and they threw in a free set of spring rolls for us, which was a nice unexpected surprise. The place had a steady flow of traffic, and although wasn't packed, I've been on an evening and I think it's safe to assume that's the bulk of their trade. It was fantastic food, very reasonable and highly recommended. Great staff and great location. We'll be back!

Afterwards we drove for about 3 days to find a parking spot anywhere near Hyde Park, so we could check out the newly (ish) renovated (OK sign replaced and possibly ownership changed) Vintage something or other in Hyde Park.

I forget the name, and if I'm brutally honest I can see why. It's alright, but it used to be alot better. The last time I went in there was alot of very old apothecary style wooden drawer units, some weird taxidermy, and unusual pictures in frames that would look incredible in the lounge. This time there was quite a bit of formica, and some hideously orange stained TV units that I guess in some context would be deemed as cool again.

The music collection seemed to be where the most effort had been made. The clothing was actually quite 'quirky' in the sense that you wouldn't actually wear alot of it, there was a whole department that seemed to have been handed over by the owner of the late knob head Jimmy Saville, shell suit after shell suit in every colour of the rainbow, in that non breathable fabric you'd get a two man tent in. Hideous. Still, there are some absolute finds in there. I would encourage people to bear in mind that these shops have a high stock turnaround and in their uniqueness, and ability to replace items based on sales, any vintage shop can be a complete bag of shite one week and a total gold mine the next. Its the luck of the drawer, I love that about them. That and the fact that we call them vintage shops. The three of us refer to them as shit shops, but potato patato.

I find it depressing that as I mentioned before, alot of the 'retro' stuff is just normal stuff we, in our 30s, encountered in our youth. There was a 'vintage phone' that was £15 and I'm pretty sure my gran has it now. It's literally a BT £10 phone still in argos, but clearly it had lived with a heavy smoker, adding to the aged facade.

Some of it was very authentic, some of it was broken crap, but the general feel of the place is a good one. There is more 70s stuff than anything else which is quite cool, but like I say, stock changes very frequently. Dani bought an oversized T shirt with a University football team logo emblazoned across it, and to be honest I would have too. There was a vast array of university related large varsity based sweaters, some unnecessarily cut in half width ways (why?!!!! Serves no purpose now, you fools) and that's the kind of thing I would have liked to look at. But as I was in charge of a one year old who was bombing around the floor, doubling as a human sweeping brush and coming back with more dust on him than the inside of the V6 after the attic stairs have been tackled, I gave it up as a bad job and put my bank card back away. No spending for mum today. Gutted.

The shop is pretty fabulous, on the whole. They do know how to charge when it comes to furniture, but the clothing is far more reasonable. It's not all one off pieces, a couple of items make an appearance a few times and that kind of ruins it for me, I start picturing some huge factory in China making hideously outdated clothing and leaving them in a damp garage for a few years, chucking a bit of tea down them and wearing the cuffs and collars down, before exporting the newly knackered pieces to us dumbasses in our 'quirky vintage shops'. Who knows. It's well laid out, and pretty cool, and although not my favourite, I imagine the next time I go it'll be a whole different experience. Swings and roundabouts with these places. It was an interesting look, and if Parker hadn't been doing his best ferret impression I would have definitely bought a jumper. Well worth a look.

Until next week!

Laura, Dani and Alex X

VietBaker, Headingley

https://www.thevietbaker.co.uk

Vintage Boutique, Hyde Park

https://vintageboutique.com

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endless-symphonia · 2 years

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Hey, I just wanted to share some stuff that I think would be really cool for David Pro. to do with the rest of the Stone Ocean anime!

A cameo of some characters from previous parts gazing up at the sky in the MIH scene.

Jotaro’s life flashing before his eyes when he dies, not like in the manga where his death was instant.

More mention of characters from previous parts because it would be interesting to know how they’re all doing after all this time.

At the end of the anime, a little sneak peak of SBR like what they did at the end of Battle Tendency where they flashed Jotaro.

The ED song to be ‘Made in Heaven’, by Queen for obvious reasons.

For the next OP, something like what they did with Traitor’s Requiem on the Requiem episode. It would be cool to see the OP have a cool MIH transition and voiceover!

Ooooh I actually like a lot of these and think that they’re all very cool! Especially the 1st and 6th one! I really like what they did with the part 5’s anime OPs and would love to see SO get the same treatment! 💕

The cameo of previous part characters: This is such a cool and surreal concept and I think it would be cool to see characters like Giorno and the gang or maybe even the Duwang Gang. It would be a cool way for us to say farewell to this universe and it’s something I would love to see!

Jotaro’s life flashing before his eyes: This is another thing I’m hoping they do! Out of all the characters in the series I feel like Jotaro’s really the one who went through the most shit, so for his life to flash before his eyes moments before death would be really emotional but also really awesome.

More mention of characters from previous parts: I’m looking forward to seeing mentions of Giorno of course, but it would be cool if we got references to characters like Rohan especially because he’s a reknown Mangaka.

SBR Teaser: THE SBR TEASER! This is something I would absolutely pay to see TBH. It doesn’t even have to show anyone, a little voiceover would be cool enough as it is! In my previous ask someone made mention of how the SBR anime is reportedly in the works and this combined with a teaser at the end of P6 would drive me apeshit crazy.

MIH as an ED: This one’s pretty self-explanatory. MIH as an ED because of Pucci’s Stand sounds pretty cool.

Customised OP for the MIH episode: THIS. I absolutely love the visuals of JoJo openings ESPECIALLY those that have special scenes depending on the episode like the ones in parts 3-5! Those would, again, be definitely very cool to see especially now since we’re back to 3D openings!

Thank you so much for sharing your ideas with me! 🥺💖 These all sound very cool and if DP were to implement these into the rest of Stone Ocean that would definitely be very cool!

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waltsluckyrabbit · 6 years

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[Ch. 9] - Epic Mickey 3: Sealed in Ink

(a collab by waltsluckyrabbit and 09alih [on DeviantART])

The mouse's already-white face somehow seemed even paler, his once-vibrant colors dulling. Pushing back the fear welling in his chest, Oswald reached over and gently shook Mickey’s shoulder.

"Mick? Hey, wake up."

Nothing.

Oswald shook him harder, his alarm growing. "MICKEY!"

Still no response.

In a panic, Oswald put one of his ears to Mickey's chest and listened with bated breath. He heard a faint thudding and breathed a sigh of relief. Once help got here, everything would be okay. Everything was gonna be okay.

He gently slipped a hand under Mickey’s head, cushioning it as best he could. "Hang in there, Mick," he murmured.

"Oswald!" The rabbit looked up as Ortensia raced toward him. "We came as fast as we could! The Mad Doctor is on his way, and—" She broke off and her eyes went wide with horror. "Oh... oh, no..."

"He’ll be okay, Ortensia, but he needs help right away," Oswald said, his voice trembling just slightly. His imaginary heart was beating a million miles a minute as he waited what felt like eons for the Mad Doctor to arrive.

Suddenly, Oswald’s ears shot up at the sound of a faint moan and he looked down as Mickey opened his eyes a little. They were alarmingly dull, but the pleading in them was clear as he forced out a weak whisper. "Mih... Minnie..."

Oswald swallowed hard. "Mickey..."

Ortensia knelt beside him, putting a hand on the mouse's cheek. Oswald saw the tears in her eyes and forced back his own. He had to be strong—for her and for Mickey.

Then suddenly, Ortensia gasped and tugged at his arm. Oswald looked up to see the Mad Doctor hurrying into the room, stumbling under a massive load of equipment. A sense of relief washed over the rabbit.

"Doc!" he called with a frantic wave. "Over here!"

The Mad Doctor rushed over, plopping down his cargo and setting everything up with cartoonish speed. Oswald waited, his mind racing with possible solutions.

"Doc, I'm willin' to do an ink transfusion or somethin' to make up for the lost ink, if that'll help! Whaddya think?" the rabbit offered, speaking rather rapidly.

The Mad Doctor hurried over and bent down for a closer look, a rare frown of concern creasing his brow. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves... something like that is an extreme measure. Let me see what I can do first."

"Doc, in case ya couldn't tell, this is an extreme situation, and extreme situations call for extreme measures! If there's anythin' I can do, let me do it!"

Despite Oswald's harsh tone, the Mad Doctor's reply was calm and firm, with a noticeable touch of sympathy. "If it becomes necessary, I'll do so right away. But first, I need to determine whether or not it's the best option."

Oswald let out a sigh. "Alright." He carefully handed Mickey over to the Mad Doctor and watched anxiously as the Doc got to work.

Ortensia walked up beside him and ran her hand across his back, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "Don't worry, Honey Bunny... he knows what to do."

"I know..." Oswald mumbled, wringing his hands as his foot thumped impatiently. He noticed something out of the corner of his eye and glanced to his left. Prescott hovered nearby, Gus patting his shoulder. The gremlin's face was haggard with guilt and fear as he watched the Mad Doctor. The silence and tension in the air was nearly unbearable as all eyes remained on the Mad Doctor.

After what felt like ages, the Doctor straightened up. Slowly, he removed his goggles and let out a heavy sigh.

"So... what's the verdict, Doc?" Oswald asked nervously, stepping forward.

The Mad Doctor turned to face him, and the look on his face was one nobody had ever seen before. His head tilted down utter defeat. "I'm afraid... we cannot help him."

As soon as the words reached his ears, Oswald felt his body go cold. "Wh-What?" He shook his head. "No, we can't give up! There's gotta be something we can do—anythin'! Just... give him some of my ink, as much as it takes!"

The Mad Doctor sighed again, looking at the floor. "You must understand... even if I did, it wouldn't do any good. He's lost too much."

Oswald's throat tightened. "But, that's... that can't be it! There's gotta be a way! C'mon, Doc, please! Ya gotta at least try!" he begged, pulling the Mad Doctor down to his level by his collar and shaking him in desperation. The Doctor waited until he stopped, then placed a hand on the rabbit's shoulder and spoke with more sincerity than most thought him capable of.

"I'm sorry, my friend."

Oswald's body trembled and became rigid, the Doctor's coat slowly slipping through his fingers as his expression twisted with utter grief and despair. A stunned silence filled the room, each toon slowly grasping the reality of what was happening. All of a sudden, Prescott whirled around and charged at the Petes in a blind rage.

"BLOODY IDIOTS! I told you it was too much! I told you this would happen!"

Gus barely snapped out of his own shock in time to grab his fellow gremlin and hold him back. "Prescott! Steady, man! Get ahold of yourself!" His voice trembled a little as he continued. "It won't do any good. They're not worth it."

Prescott's wild struggles slowed, then stopped. His angry snarls faded into whimpers as he clutched his head in his hands. "I... I tried..."

Gus eased his grip a little, sniffling back tears. "I know, lad," he murmured. "I know."

As if in a trance, Oswald walked over to Mickey and sank to his knees, staring at his brother’s unresponsive face. He bit back tears as he lifted the mouse into his lap.

"You listen to me, Mick; you're gonna be just fine, and you're gonna pull through. Got it? No matter what they say, I know ya can beat this. 'Cause you're so strong and ya always pull through—no matter what." His voice began to choke. "Ya never go down without a fight."

Then, to his horror, he noticed the mouse's breathing had stopped and the color was beginning to drain from the mouse's body, his black fur and brightly-colored outfit slowly fading to a dull gray.

"Don't you dare do this to me! I'm just gettin' to know ya after all these years, and I won't let you just end it here!" Oswald let out an agonized growl and hugged Mickey’s limp body close, shutting his eyes as his body began shaking with muffled sobs.

Ortensia, struggling to suppress her own tears, took a step forward, but then stopped. The Mad Doctor and the other toons stood in mournful silence; even the Petes were subdued. Ortensia watched Oswald with tear-filled eyes, wishing she could comfort him, but knowing there was nothing she could do.

Unbeknownst to Oswald, the brush poking out of his pocket was beginning to emit a pale blue light. Paint slowly gathered on its tip until a large drop had formed. The shimmering drop of Paint then detached itself from the brush and slowly floated upward.

Hearing soft gasps from those around him, Oswald lifted his head and stared at the bright orb in confusion. Its glow was warm and ethereal, with a strange sense about it that he couldn't quite put into words. It came closer, moving down toward Mickey's limp body until it touched his chest, absorbing into it. The spot where it had entered flashed suddenly, then a soft glow began to spread throughout the mouse's body. The light began to pulse, and Oswald could swear he saw waves of color flowing back into Mickey's body with each one.

As the light slowly faded, Oswald's mind was spinning so fast, he could hardly bear it. However, before he could even begin to process what he had just witnessed, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his arms. There was a soft moan and Oswald looked down to see Mickey's eyes slowly opening.

"Mickey?" Oswald breathed in astonishment.

"O-... Oswald...?" The mouse's voice sounded weak, but no longer in pain.

"MICKEY!" Oswald suddenly squeezed him tight, sobbing with relief. He barely even noticed the gasps and cries of relief from those around him. "I’m so glad you're okay," he choked out. He had no idea how this was possible, but he didn't care. Mickey was okay and that was all that mattered.

As the rabbit held him, Mickey felt his throat tighten. He'd never seen Oswald like this before. It was a bit unsettling, but also comforting to know he cared, like family should. Family.

The mouse's eyes widened. Somehow, he kept forgetting that Oswald was his brother. After a lifetime of absence, it was hard to get used to that fact. Sure, he knew the fact itself was true, but feeling it was true was a whole other picture. But now, after all they'd been through together, Mickey suddenly felt less alone in Wasteland. As much as he missed home, it was comforting to finally feel he had family in this world too. Family that cared just as much for him as he did for them.

At those thoughts, Mickey gave a small smile and weakly returned the hug. "Y'know, you're just like him."

"What?" Oswald pulled out of the hug and looked at the mouse in confusion.

Mickey nodded. "I've seen it since I first came here. Not just 'cause ya were... downright stubborn, but how ya did things. How folks respected ya, even if they didn't agree with ya." His eyes grew glossy. "It's like there's a piece of him inside ya."

The rabbit's eyes widened, a small blush sweeping across his face. "I don't know about that, but thanks."

Suddenly, Ortensia raced over and threw her arms around them both, half laughing and half crying. "Oh, thank heavens! We were so afraid!"

Oswald smiled and gave Ortensia a passionate kiss on the lips. She returned it and gave him another hug. A muffled grunt of pain escaped Oswald as he suddenly became aware of the throbbing pain in the wounds on his front and back.

Ortensia gasped and drew back, her joy quickly replaced with worry. "Oh! Sweetie, are you all right?"

Oswald quickly pushed his discomfort back and gave her a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Ortensia continued examining him anxiously. "We should get some Paint..."

"I'll be fine," Oswald insisted.

The Mad Doctor stepped forward, his mouth still hanging open, and bent down curiously, checking Mickey's pulse and other vital signs. The semi-conscious mouse stirred again, mumbling. "Remarkable!" the Doctor murmured.

Oswald couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, well..." He shrugged. "He's a tough fighter. Runs in the family." He paused, his smile faltering as he thought back. "Say, Doc... any idea what that light was?"

The Mad Doctor blinked and furrowed his brow, rubbing his chin. "I'm not quite sure..." He glanced down at the brush poking out of Oswald's pocket. "It seemed to come from the brush, though I never suspected its capabilities extended so far."

"The brush...?" Oswald shifted Mickey to one arm as he pulled the brush out of his pocket and examined it. "But... how? I wasn't even usin' it."

"I should also perform a full examination at some point," the Mad Doctor said, gesturing toward Mickey. "Just to be certain."

Oswald nodded. "Yeah, better let him rest a while first."

"And you too," Ortensia said, raising a brow. Oswald gave her a tired smile and squeezed her hand.

"I will in a little while, Hon. Just gonna make sure he's taken care of first."

The Mad Doctor placed a hand on Oswald's shoulder. "I can take you two back to Ostown."

Oswald gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Doc." Carefully, he lifted Mickey up over his shoulder, Ortensia helping him stand, then hopped up onto the Doc's flying contraption. Its engines whirred to life as the Doc started it up and took off.

The locals were a little stirred up when the Mad Doctor landed in Ostown, but the mood quickly turned to happy surprise and concern when they saw the two passengers. Oswald thanked the Doctor as he hopped down onto the pavement, carrying Mickey to his and Ortensia's house. Residents hurried up with concerned questions about his scars and Mickey's condition, but Oswald assured them they'd both be fine with a bit of rest.

Oswald carried Mickey upstairs to the bedroom, then used an ear to pull back the covers as he carefully laid him in bed, tucking him in. He smiled at how peaceful the mouse looked. "Glad you're okay," he murmured. Then, stretching tiredly, he plopped down into a chair beside the bed, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. He was feeling pretty worn out from the fight himself, but he had been so focused on Mickey that he hadn't really realized it until now.

After a while, a soft knock came from the doorway. Oswald looked up and smiled when Ortensia padded into the room and over to him, carrying a small container of Paint. Setting it on the floor, she smiled and gently rubbed behind his ears. Oswald let out a pleasured sigh as his foot began thumping.

"How're you feeling?" Ortensia purred.

"Great, now that you're here," Oswald mumbled in a daze, wearing a silly grin.

Ortensia giggled and kissed his nose, then picked up the Paint. "I brought this... It should help."

"Oh, thanks, hon, they aren't really that ba—AGH... ahhh..." He flinched at the initial stinging, then moaned in relief as she brushed the Paint onto his wounds. They healed up as his skin absorbed the Paint, but faint scars still remained. They would still have to heal on their own in time.

Ortensia finished applying the Paint, then slid into the chair beside Oswald, nuzzling him. "I'm so proud of you, Hunny Bunny."

Oswald's cheeks turned pink. "You are?"

"Of course, silly," she replied, giggling again. "Who wouldn't be?"

Oswald thought for a moment, then smirked. "Well, when ya put it that way..."

Ortensia smirked back and poked his nose playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Oswald snickered. "No idea what you're talkin' about."

They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying being near each other. Then, after a while, Ortensia squeezed his hand.

"I'd better go make sure the kids are okay. They've been pretty worried. Now, you get some rest, Honey Bunny."

Oswald nodded. They shared a quick kiss on the lips, then Ortensia hopped up, gave a little wave, and left. Oswald laid back in the chair, letting out a long sigh as he relaxed. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.

Mickey stirred as he came to, finding himself lying on a soft, warm surface. He sighed quietly and opened his eyes, blinking to clear his hazy vision. Slight confusion came at his surroundings, then he realized he was back in the guest room at Oswald and Ortensia's house. When faint snoring came from nearby, he glanced to his right. Oswald was fast asleep in a chair, his foot twitching every so often.

Mickey smiled, a warm feeling of gratitude filling him. Then Oswald shifted positions, revealing the claw marks on his front and back, and Mickey's smile faded, an intense sense of guilt swelling up inside of him.

This is all my fault... Oswald's hurt because of me...

He let out a heavy sigh as he sat up, debating whether or not to wake the rabbit. However, the mouse's decision was made for him as Oswald suddenly began to stir. The rabbit groaned softly, stretching and rubbing his eyes. Glancing over at the bed, he was glad to see Mickey sitting up.

"Hey, how ya feelin'?" Oswald asked, getting up and walking over to him.

Mickey rubbed his still-hazy head and smiled. "Better now."

"I'm glad," Oswald said, smiling back. "Heh, ya really had me goin' for a while there." A lump formed in his throat.

Mickey felt a slight chill at those words. Between pushing Oswald out of the Blot's path and then waking up in his arms, he remembered almost nothing. "Os, I... I'm sorry if I scared ya. I just..." He trailed off when Oswald let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his forehead before looking up again.

"Why did you do that?"

Mickey stared at him, thoroughly confused by now. "Oswald, the Blot came back 'cause of me! I couldn't let it hurt ya more!"

Oswald shook his head, irritation showing on his face. "No, the Blot came back because of the Petes! It had nothin' t’ do with you!"

Mickey clutched the covers as his voice rose. "I'm the reason it even existed in the first place! Was I supposed t’ just sit there and let it all happen again?"

"That was an accident! Ya said so yourself!"

Mickey clenched his fists and opened his mouth to shout back, but a sudden dizzy spell stopped him. "Agh..." He clutched his head.

Oswald grasped the mouse's shoulders. "Mickey, ya gotta stop this," he said firmly. "Ya can't keep beatin' yourself up over this."

Mickey only looked away, torn between a longing to finally let it all go and feeling that he didn’t deserve that closure. Slowly, he looked back toward Oswald, but then his eyes shifted to the area past him and suddenly, he froze, eyes going wide.

"Mickey?" Oswald asked, a bit concerned.

Mickey opened his mouth, but couldn't even form words. Finally, he raised a trembling finger and pointed past Oswald.

"Huh?" Oswald turned to see a strange, glowing orb floating beside them. It pulsed, many different colors running through it as it began growing rapidly in size, reshaping until it formed a tall, glowing figure. As the light began to dim, the facial features became visible, eliciting a gasp from both Oswald and Mickey. Oswald felt his chest go cold as he stared. It couldn't be possible... it just couldn't. He faintly heard Mickey croak out a single word.

"D-... Dad...?"

The man's smile widened, and he spoke in a gentle voice. "It's all right... no need to be scared."

Within seconds, Mickey had leapt out of bed and hurled himself into his creator's arms. He had no idea what was happening or how it was even possible, but he was too overjoyed to care. "Dad!" Tears streamed down his face as he buried it in the man's shoulder, barely managing to choke out words. "I-I missed you so much..."

Oswald remained frozen in shock, his body trembling. As the man stroked Mickey's head, he looked over at the rabbit and Oswald felt himself shrink under his father's gaze. So many mixed emotions swirled about in his mind that he didn't know what to feel. He wanted to run to him, he wanted to run away from him, he wanted to hug him, and to yell at him—all at the same time.

"Oswald, I..." The man hesitated, struggling to put everything into words. Finally, he said the only thing he could. "I'm sorry."

Oswald huffed, crossing his arms and turning away. As if a simple 'Sorry' was going to fix everything, erase all those years of suffering and abandonment. Did he even comprehend the extent of the hurt he'd inflicted on the rabbit?

Walt let out a sigh. Oswald's reaction didn't surprise him; he knew the rabbit had every right to hate him. Still, the least he could do was try to explain.

"I never meant for things to happen the way they did, but I made the mistake of trusting the wrong people." Walt's eyes grew distant and hardened. "I thought they were in the business for the same reasons I was: for more than just the money." He shook his head, and the bitterness in his voice was clear. "I was wrong. They double crossed me, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Oswald snuck a glance at him, then looked away as his throat tightened. "You never came back," he muttered in a tone mixed with hurt and bitterness.

Walt looked at the ground. "I know," he murmured. "I always hoped that someday I might be able to get you back, but I was afraid to try at the wrong time and... I waited too long. I let you down, and I can never say how sorry I am."

Oswald's face grew warm, his eyes filling with tears. "H-How could you...?" he choked out, almost in a whisper. "You have no idea what I went through – what they did t’ me."

A long silence filled the room, then Walt's strained voice broke it. "I know... and if you can't forgive me for it, I wouldn't blame you."

Oswald's tear-filled eyes widened, then scrunched shut as he shook his head. "You expect me to believe that you care, when all those years, you didn't even try once! Not even a letter! You just forgot me like everyone else!" His whole body was trembling with emotion at this point. "I just want to know—why? Why am I so forgettable? Even to you...?" A few muffled sobs escaped him, then a hand on his shoulder made him look up at Walt, who was now crouched down to his eye level.

"You're right, Oswald. I... should've done more." A tear rolled down the man's cheek. "But I didn't forget you. I could never do that, Oswald. Never. I thought about you all the time and kept up with any news I could find about you. I tried to send you letters too, but they must've intercepted them."

Oswald shook his head. "Then, why'd ya hafta go and—" He snuck a side glance over at Mickey. "...replace me? Ya didn't even tell him about me!"

Walt gave another sigh. "I just wanted to protect him." He glanced over at the mouse. "I'm sorry, Mickey. I was worried if you knew, you'd try to get him back, and it just wasn't possible at the time. You would've gotten into all kinds of trouble with them and I didn't want to lose you too."

Mickey looked at him with a strained expression. "I... understand, but I just wish ya woulda told me. He's my brother and he needed me all this time, and I never knew..."

"I'm sorry, Mickey. But I am glad that you two finally met." Walt turned back to Oswald. "Oswald, when I lost you, I was out of a job unless I created another Toon to fill your role. The truth is, Mickey turned out a lot like you because I just couldn't get you out of my head." Walt gave a small smile. "He was never meant to replace you, my lucky little star."

Tears welled up in Oswald's eyes, a small smile pushing its way onto his face. He'd always liked when Walt called him that.

Walt held out his arms, gently easing Oswald into a hug. The rabbit hesitated for a couple moments, then suddenly threw himself against Walt, squeezing him tight as sobs rattled his body. He felt his father's arms close around him in a tight embrace.

"I missed you so much," said Walt.

"I missed you too," Oswald gasped out between sniffles.

Mickey smiled as he watched, knowing how much this meant to Oswald. Then, all of a sudden, a realization hit him. "It... it was you, wasn't it?" Mickey said, wide-eyed. "You... you saved me?"

Oswald's eyes snapped open. "What?" he uttered, looking from Mickey to Walt.

A slightly mischievous smile crossed the man's lips—one not too unlike that of Mickey or Oswald. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

Mickey blinked, his eyes growing moist. "Just b'fore I woke up, when everythin' started comin' back, it felt... familiar. It was like... when you n' Ub first drew me."

Walt nodded, petting Mickey's head. "With a bit of magic wielded by their creator, it's possible for Toons to be saved from becoming inert. It's what Yen Sid and I used to make this world and save forgotten Toons from oblivion."

The rabbit's eyes widened at this news. "You... and Yen Sid?"

The man nodded again.

Oswald's eyes glistened. "Thanks..." He glanced at Mickey and swallowed hard. "And for... saving him. I don't know what I'd a' done if... if..."

The look in his brother's eyes made Mickey feel both touched and guilty. "Os... I-I'm really sorry..."

"It's not your fault," Oswald reassured him.

Mickey glanced down at the ground, the old debate raging inside him. "No, I mean the Thinner Disaster, the Blot... I caused it all... I—" He felt a large hand on his shoulder and looked up with tear-filled eyes.

"It's alright, Mickey," his father told him.

Oswald gave him a smile and nodded in reassurance.

Slowly, tears filled Mickey's eyes and spilled down his face. Oswald wrapped his arms around the mouse in a tight, comforting hug. Mickey returned the hug, clinging more tightly to Oswald as his legs went weak, sniffling. Walt joined in as well, wrapping his arms around them both. Mickey sighed in contentment, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

After a few moments had passed, Mickey suddenly pulled out of the hug, his eyes wide. "Os, your heart!"

Oswald looked confused. "Huh?"

"It's back! I heard it! Right there in your chest!"

"Y-You... what?" Oswald put a hand over the left side of his chest and held his breath. Thump. Thump. He let out a gasp. "But... i-it can't be... H-How...?" he stuttered in astonishment. A larger hand joined his, gently pressing against his chest, and he looked up to see Walt's twinkling eyes.

"It looks like it is," Walt said, smiling.

"But... h-how can I?" Oswald stared wide-eyed in disbelief, snapping back to reality when Mickey grabbed his shoulders, grinning like crazy.

"I knew it! I knew you'd get it back!"

"You knew I would...?" Oswald asked, still numb and expressionless from shock.

"Yes! I just knew it!"

Oswald put his hand to his chest again, feeling the steady thumping as it pulsed with everything he had ever wanted: warmth and love. "I can't believe it..." Oswald grinned, overcome with emotion as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.

Mickey hugged his brother tight. "I'm so happy for ya, Os!"

Walt watched them with a proud smile. "I'm so proud of you both." He then reached over to give them one last hug as his form began to fade. "I have to go now, but don't worry; if you ever truly need me again, I’ll be here, in one form or another."

Instantly, tears ran down both Mickey's and Oswald's cheeks as they hugged their creator, their father, back as tight as they could, wanting to hold on to him as long as they could before the inevitable came. They each felt a loving kiss on their forehead as the last trace of their father faded away and dissolved into sparkling orbs of light. The bits of light continued to cling to them, still feeling like a warm hug as the lights slowly sunk into their ink and disappeared.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, then Oswald turned to Mickey, noticing the mouse's blank stare.

"Mickey?" He placed a hand on Mickey's shoulder and the mouse instantly sank to his knees, hugging himself as he began shaking. He couldn't even talk; something else was surging up. The raw, gaping hole he had felt inside ever since that night...

"I... I'm... sorry..." He barely managed to choke out the words before his voice gave out, struggling to contain his sobs.

The heartbroken sounds tugged at Oswald's heartstrings. He knelt down to the mouse's level and wrapped his arms around him. "It's okay. Just let it all out."

At those words, Mickey felt even more of the pain and guilt he'd been repressing for so long surge to the surface. He let it all out with deep, choking sobs as tears streamed down his face.

"That's it," Oswald said softly, rubbing Mickey's back.

As the raging emotions drained away, exhaustion flooded into its place. Mickey felt himself sagging, but his head was too numb to even think. Oswald, knowing all too well what his brother was going through, remained respectfully silent until he felt Mickey finally begin to relax.

"You all right?" Oswald asked softly.

A worn-out mumble answered him.

"Tired?" Oswald asked with a small smile, pulling Mickey away from him a bit so he could get a look at the mouse's face. Mickey managed a little smile in return and Oswald chuckled. "But ya just woke up, ya cheesehead!"

Mickey was too exhausted to shoot back with anything but an irritated grunt.

Oswald chuckled again before hoisting him up. "Alright, you're off th' hook for now."

He placed Mickey back in his bed and pulled the covers back over him. Mickey smiled and sighed as he quickly drifted back to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, Sleepyhead."

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cynicalchurchgoer · 5 years

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Sunday, October 27

Today we had a teachers meeting.

One positive thing about it was that I realized despite all the petty and selfish and rude actions and words I’ve seen and heard among all these people, people were really eager to discuss what was going on with all their small groups. People do care about their small groups, even if it is for the wrong reasons, which is what matters.

People who shall remain nameless that will regularly appear often to make things easier:

1. Shameless Scrub (SS for short)

2. Insecurity as a Human (IH for short)

3. Mother of Shameless Scrub = Big Shameless Scrub (BSS for short)

4. Mother of Insecurity as a Human (MIH for short)

5. Female who is Decently Older Than Me Who Thinks I Am After Her Boyfriend Who is a Decade Older Than Me = Territorial Poodle (TP for short)

6. Shallow Older Female Who For Some Reason Attacks Me Whenever She Can = Shallow Older Female (SOF for short)

7. Woman Who Is Strangely Not Very Loving = Big Woman = (BW for short)

List of their collective petty actions towards me this day:

1. BSS says hello very nicely to only my sister and not me when it is just us three at the table.

2. BSS glares at me when I enter the church doors. Yet says nothing when I am the last one to leave for small group.

3. SOF asks if my sister or I am older, when stated that I am older, proclaims that my sister seems more mature because she is more calm than I am (even though my sister and I were both eating at the table quietly)-- IH exclaimed that she and her sister are the same, but when SOF says that my sister seems more calm and mature, proceeds to exclaim and accuse me of immaturity. I respond by agreeing and saying I am like *rock on hand sign.* Why tf is IH always trying to make me look bad by saying crap about me? I haven’t heard her say a good thing about me or her sister ever. Why tf is she so insecure-- she acknowledges it to everyone but never does anything about it.

4. BSS begins to ask my sister why she won’t put her bag down and proceeds to ignore me even though I am also wearing my bag. MIH asks me if I am leaving and if my plan was to leave only after getting the food. I sarcastically reply that it was my plan all along.

5. BW suggests that my sister shadow me, but says that my sister might be sick of me. Why is it that I might not be sick of my sister? It just doesn’t make sense why so many women here are eager to say bad things about me.

6. IH only greets my sister and asks her about her appearance. Does not greet me.

Petty Triumphs

1. SS constantly tells everyone about a certain exam and complains about it being expensive even though she gets reimbursed for it; one male teacher asked “but don’t you get reimbursed?” for SS to become exceedingly uncomfortable. I appreciate people who state what it is bluntly. Yet if I were to ask that question, it would be seen as an attack. Gender roles in the Korean church? Research I may be interested in.

2. A teacher who I very much admire and appreciate in this ministry prayed for me as well (which showed their intentionality and care through remembering) despite me not mentioning my stress and anxiety for a big exam I have coming up in that moment like SS did. I am so thankful for this person who remembers what I say.

I don’t know how I feel about this, but I get along much better with the males in the ministry than the women. I don’t know what exactly this means. I have female friends I very much love and appreciate outside of this place. I think those people are just very difficult to get along with. I also think men do not have dumb jealousies and insecurities they try to project / push onto you. They also care a lot more than the women do-- they’re always the ones asking about things and life while women just expect to talk about themselves and tell each other they don’t have it that bad.

The women here are just bullies. Would they even listen if someone told them they are irrational and rude? They certainly do not ask themselves, “what would Jesus do?” when they deal with others. I wonder if it is opportunistic people that fill this church. Is it a sin to be an opportunist? I believe it can be indeed, if it means they are hurting others to get their opportunity.

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Here are some events G&G Members will be involved in during the week. Or just events that I think are really cool and you should definitely go to. If you’re interested in joining these events just show up or send a message to Aegir, Lirilith, or Aedwen Or join our discord: https://discord.gg/dCRSWTx Tuesday - G&G Weekly: “To Catch a Yeti” @ 7:30pm EST - TBA Tuesday - G&G Extra: To the Matt, Falne! @ 11:00pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 Wednesday - G&G Extra: Bountiful Chest @ 7:30pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 Thursday - The Big One: The Depths of Zyl'an @ 7:00pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 Thursday - Sultana’s Breath Shopping Arcade - @ 8:00pm EST - 11:00pm EST - Goblet W18, Sultana’s Breath Subdivision Thursday - Beastfolk Greet & Meat @ 8:00pm EST - Goblet W10 P4 Saturday - [*] The Big One: The Missing Member Prologue @ 4:30pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 Saturday - [**] Valentione’s Date Auction @ Epoch Tavern @ 9:30pm EST - Mist W11, P2 Sunday - G&G Adventure: Of Ardor and Argument @3:00pm EST - Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, Old Gridania Sunday - Garlean Weekly: Defiant Reiterations, pt. 4 @ 8:00 PM EST - Castrum Aquilonis Monday - [***] Companionship Bot Auction @ 8:00pm EST - Rakuza District, Kugane [*] = This plot will have a lot of sophomoric humor and possible strong language. [**] = This event is rated mature by the event organizers, please check with the link and speak with the organizers if you have any questions! [***] =D This event also has mature themes!

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Tuesday - G&G Weekly: “To Catch a Yeti” @ 7:30pm EST - TBA - Lord Ignemortel has hired adventurers to help travel north to his lands. Why? An elder yeti is rampaging! Will the adventurers survive the cold and the danger? Status: Open RP, wear warm clothes Type: Adventure/Action GM: Cole Ignemorte Tuesday - G&G Extra: To the Matt, Falne! @ 11:00ishpm EST - Goblet W6, P5 - The sounds of fists flying fill the Bountiful Chest’s sparring room. It would seem Zheng Diremite has set up a instructor to get their new member Falne in shape. Let’s unfold some lawn chairs, open some beer, and make fun of her. Status: Open RP, please join us! Note: This RP will start after To Catch a Yeti concludes Type: Social GM: None Wednesday - G&G Extra: Bountiful Chest @ 7:30pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 - A small get together and exchange of Valentione’s at the Bountiful Chest. Status: Open RP Type: Social GM: Lepus Hominem Thursday - The Big One: The Depths of Zyl'an @ 7:00pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 - G&G looking to settle up a large debt has agreed to help Cassian retrieve a shipment of smuggled Alexandrite he had to abandon during the Kestrel Run airship race. Thanks to Iulius and Luc, the company has cobbled together a working submersible to help get the material from the bottom of the sea. This should be easy! Status: Open RP, please join us Type: Adventure GM: Cass Thursday - Sultana’s Breath Shopping Arcade - @ 8:00pm EST - 11:00pm EST - Goblet W18, Sultana’s Breath Subdivision https://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/190776683235/balmung-sultanas-breath-shopping-arcade - Join us and all of our wonderful vendors during our monthly flash sale! Check out our mall directory to see who’s open: https://tinyurl.com/sultana-shoppingBeat the heat with indoor one-stop shopping experience. Merchants have gathered from all over to offer their goods, meals, and services to you!The Sultana’s Breath Shopping Arcade is a market event held in the Sultana’s Breath Subdivisions of Goblet Ward 18. Look for apartments listed with [shop] in their name and come browse our wares! All shop owners are encouraged to be open during the monthly sales event - but be sure to ask about their other operating hours!Once you’re done shopping stop by Mall Square and visit the Saint of Nymeia for a photo! Status: Open RP, please join us! Type: Market GM: Aegir Thursday - Beastfolk Greet & Meat @ 8:00pm EST - Goblet W10 P4 https://bowdownoverdweller.tumblr.com/post/189690994032/beastfolk-eat-greet-meat-at-the-black-talon - Feeling peckish? Craving a taste of home? Get all your favourites here!- Beastfolk eat FREE!- Open air market with arboreal and aquatic seating areas!- Employment opportunities!- FREE access to the White Wings Medical Clinic, offering treatments, mineral baths, massage and more!(The Hunter’s Market is open to all, with choice cuts and organ meats available at low prices. All our profits go back into our clinic and outreach work.) Status: Open RP, please check the link! Type: Social GM: Black Talon Saturday - [*] The Big One: The Missing Member Prologue @ 4:30pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 - Professor Jare, a Lalafell scholar and collector of antique eroticism, approached the Gold & Glory some time ago with a treasure hunt of outrageous payout. But the subject matter is also outrageous. The adventurers are on the hunt for Byregot’s True Hammer, a missing part of a Second Umbral statue which is a most... painstakingly accurate depiction of the Builder. But despite his exhaustive research, Professor Jare only has a few leads on the Hammer’s location. Clues that are almost mystical in nature. Clues that will take our adventurers on a most grand adventure! Note: [*] = This plot will have a lot of sophomoric humor and possible strong language. Status: Open RP, please join us Type: Adventure, Humor GM: Aegir + Zheng Saturday - [**] Valentione’s Date Auction @ Epoch Tavern @ 9:30pm EST - Mist W11, P2 https://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/190777198140 - The second annual Valentione’s Date auction is just around the corner. Forty treasures will take the stage this year to find companionship, romance, or more. In an event so large even the moogles have expressed interest, and will again provide the auctioneering! Note: [**] = This event is rated mature by the event organizers, please check with the link and speak with the organizers if you have any questions! Status: Open RP, please check the link! Type: Date Auction GM: Epoch Tavern

Sunday - G&G Adventure: Of Ardor and Argument @3:00pm EST - Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, Old Gridania - Love is in the air, kupo. And what’s this? The members of House Valentione have returned to Gridania and they’re doing things a little differently! It would seem Lisette de Valentione has decided to entrust some of her duties to a trio of proteges. But not any proteges. NON-MOOGLE PROTEGES. Doesn’t she know that Moogles are the best judges of affection and ardor? WELL SHE’S GONNA! Three angry moogles need your help to prove that THEY are the true paramours of love spreading! Status: Open RP, please join us Type: Investigation, Humor GM: Aegir Sunday - Garlean Weekly: Defiant Reiterations, pt. 4 @ 8:00 PM EST - Castrum Aquilonis - TBA Status: Open to members of STELLA. New members welcome! Monday - [***] Companionship Bot Auction @ 8:00pm EST - Rakuza District, Kugane https://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/190693123080/fustuarium-balmung-companionship-bot-auction - Thrown out of the gates of the Garlean Consulate of Kugane, one enterprising imperial (and his assistant) have taken to the streets of Rakuza to auction off their refined, portable, and mostly water proof love bots. Each lovingly handcrafted (or repurposed) from the finest of imperial schematics. This twisted ‘date auction’ is for all the lonely savages and savagettes of the world who find themselves alone in the wake of Valentiones. All bidding is done with IC money. Please check the document for lot items and auction mechanics! This is a mature event! Because we are selling mature items! Come for the Garlean ❤Bot. Stay for the Prince Zenos Body Pillow. Document: https://tinyurl.com/t9n52oz Note: This plot has mature themes! Status: Open RP, please read the doc Type: Auction GM: Aegir

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