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#what she lacks in ability she makes up for in enthusiasm
cerastes · 5 months
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FNAF but you are a Rhodes Island canteen staff on a night shift trying to prevent Ceobe from raiding the kitchen .
It's a late night at the Rhodes Island canteen, the Elite Operators have an early deployment, and supplies are looking adequate... That is, as long as no incident occurs. Unfortunately for whoever is on shift, Rhodes Island is well known for its late night incidents, incarnated in nefarious individuals whose gluttony eclipses even the most furious of Catastrophes... And the Elite OPs are not going to be happy campers if they can't get their calories for their arduous missions...
--Five Nights At Rhodes!--
Your objective is to protect the delicious ingredients in the pantry from morally bankrupt evildoers that would greedily consume all they can get their hungry little pizza fingers on! Play as one of four culinary heroes to keep those fiends away from the Elite's caloric intake, or face the crushing guilt of seeing Rosmontis go hungry with a rumbling tummy!
The Centurions of Flavor:
Gummy
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"The sign clearly says 'Ceobe not allowed', why are you still coming in!"
Known for world-class fried eggs and a healing enthusiasm, this Ursine Defender isn't just a soothing smile to have around, and can use her very own Reinforced Door to fully restore and strengthen one of the doors to the pantry! No means no!
Matterhorn
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"Ethan, seriously, you can just ask for a sandwich... You're messing our inventory of available ingredients if you take them on the down low!"
Bodyguard, enforcer, butler, and renowned chef, Matterhorn works with the finest Kjerag ingredients, and knows a thing or two about keeping unwanted company out with his Sublime Sandwich, which can temporarily distract would-be interlopers with its peerless taste and aroma!
Kal'tsit
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"If you want something done right, sometimes you have to do it yourself... Especially when the would-be crisis jeopardizes the stock of instant noodles in such dire and relentless a fashion."
The boss always has your back in Rhodes Island, and this emergency deployment is no exception! Any logistic is an important logistic! With her Spinal Assistant, Kal'tsit can order Mon3tr to hold one door while she holds the other one! There's no getting a fast one in on this Feline!
Just A Canteen Staffer
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"I literally just work here."
With no special abilities to speak of, well... It's going to be a long, long night.
Crooked Adversaries:
Ravenous Hellhound
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The nefarious nibler, infamous for her indignant disregard for signaling, reviled for her Indomitable March: What she lacks in tricks, she makes up for in pure perseverance, relentlessly trying to force her way in no matter how many times she's repelled. The countless signals that say "Ceobe Not Allowed" are said to be a ward against the Hellhound. A useless ward, that is.
Renegade Interloper
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He moves like the shadow of a ghost, a feared culinary assassin that will make your ingredients and food vanish into the misty night, leaving behind no trace. This Persistence Predator will oftentimes camp outside a door almost completely invisible, waiting for your guard to grow lax. If one pays close attention, however, one might discern small ripples in space where there should be none, or hear a faint music from the Interloper's treasured earbuds...
Prowling Miscreant
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The hunter's creed is that a mighty beast is only as strong as its weakest point, and her eye is already trained on the canteen... And the habits of its handlers. You'll be Drawing Dead the moment you think you have a leg up on the Miscreant, as she'll first observe your habits, and then continuously attempt entry from the routes you neglect the most, usually by syncing up with the advance of other Adversaries.
The Ghost of Babel
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Feared for their truly wild consumption habits and seemingly unmatched ability to find their way into the pantry, this hooded enigma's wiry, fragile frame betrays their supernatural wiles. This unique Adversary doesn't move in the same way as the others, instead wandering the Area seemingly randomly, concocting their Magnum Opus by collecting all sorts of information and intel that we can't even begin to comprehend. If this is completed, then the Ravenous Hellhound will turn into a creature only known as "Golden Ceobe" and become completely unstoppable. Due to their timid nature, however, they can only work towards the Opus by being in a calm state of mind, achieved by not being observed for a period of time.
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smuttysabina · 8 months
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A Day in the Life
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(Chaeryeong x ITZY x Staff x You?, 1900 words)
Curious about how Chaeryeong and the rest of Itzy spend their days training? Well listen in then on this little secret!
"It takes a lot of hard work to be an idol. To master the arts of song and dance, to build the charisma to rule the stage, to navigate the intricacies of sensual activities. To some, it comes easy, a natural fit for their innate abilities, but for most it requires rigorous daily training in all aspects of their job. For Chaeryeong, her day starts at around 7 AM..."
"Chaeryeong is woken up by her alarm, which she then proceeds to snooze while she dozes for some time. Eventually, she gathers the energy to face a new day, and spends a few minutes scrolling through her phone while she fully wakes up. By this time, her roommate Yeji is generally awake, grumbling as she shoos the night's bed-warmers away. Chaeryeong tends to ignore the cavalcade of ravaged interns filing out of her room, even if she may have enjoyed some of them during the evening. Finally, she emerges from her snug cocoon, stretching and yawning as she prepares for yet another busy day of training. First up of course is breakfast, which she enjoys in common room with the rest of Itzy, those that can manage to be awake by then at least. Yuna in particular enjoys sleeping in, still cum-drunk from her late-night escapades with her pillow-pets. Then comes the morning stretches, done wherever the girls prefer to be; Chaery generally ends up doing hers in her room. After limbering up her well-toned body, she then moves on to limbering up her equally well maintained holes.
For this, Chaeryeong has a vast and varied array of sex toys of every conceivable form and function. From the most mundane ordinary dildos, to bizarrely bulging and fluted dongs, to enormous or length hole-wreckers; all have a place in her morning routines. She always makes sure to begin with a normal sized dildo, it doesn't do to rush things, slowly working her pussy until it is nice a wet. Then she moves on to more strenuous objects; some days she goes for depth, prioritizing training her anus with long slipper gut-fuckers, other times she goes for width, stretching her pussy until it gapes so amply she could give birth with ease. A particular favorite of Chaery's is a board with gradually increasing dildos attached to it; the dongs are placed close enough that she is forced to use both of her holes to proceed, until by the end she is forcing gargantuan phalluses into her gushing holes. By the end of the first half of her workout session, Chaeryeong is almost guaranteed to be rather stretched out, with both pussy and ass worked to such a degree that even triple penetration from lusty fans wouldn't bother her in the least. But of course, capacity isn't everything. Any slut with blown-out holes could accommodate several cocks inside of her, so long as she dallies on occasion with larger toys. However, the cocks shoved inside of her would be sorely disappointed by the lack of sensation they would encounter; such holes would be unable to grip their lovers with any sort of enthusiasm.
So after stretching herself to the limit, Chaeryeong proceeds to work her way back down the size chart. Using modified inflatable dildos, she clenches and squeezes them, crushing the air out of them repeatedly until her holes grow tight once more. After this exotic Kegal exercise, Cheary's pussy has grown snug enough once more that she can hold her tiniest toy within her without worrying about it falling out. Such an extreme exercise is what gives her holes that special quality that makes idol pussy so greatly desired: its capability to devour even the largest cock, while still being able to grip the smallest hard enough to drain it in seconds. After Chaeryeong is finished with this morning sexual exercise, she has enough time left in her schedule to relax for a little while; she may even take a shower. She often passes on that though, unless her training was particularly messy, there's no reason to clean off when she will soon be getting dirty soon enough. Plus, stinking of sex and sweat is the norm in Itzy.
Chareyeong then rejoins her fellows in the mirrored room familiar to any dance studio. Her fellow idols would have engaged in the same morning routine she had, with varying levels of enthusiasm; Yeji and Yuna barely even bother with dildos anymore, greatly preferring to hone their skills on flesh and blood cocks. But such activities must cum later, since Itzy first have to spend time honing their more mundane occupational duties. Guided by expert choreographers and instructors, the girls hone their excellent dancing skills that have given them such a fierce reputation on the stage (as well as in the bedroom). Of course, several hours of intense and often erotic exercises leave passions running high, and management is always sure to have attractive interns on hand to spare the more expensive personnel the rigors of getting fucked by lustful idols. Chaery is quite sparing and picky in her choice of sexual partners, preferring to take her time with a couple lovers, rather than rapaciously ravaging a dozen. After exhaustive training, and equally exhausting love-making, Itzy take a break for lunch and relaxation, chattering and bickering with one another as they feast upon a hearty lunch. Following that the girls have the rest of the break to themselves, spending it however they wish.
After an hour or so has passed, Yeji rounds the scattered girls up and herds them to their next station of the day; vocal training. While strong vocal talent has become less important in the 4th Generation, it is still important for the girls to maintain their skills; and even improve upon them. Itzy therefore spend a couple hours training their voices, before moving on to training their throats. Depending on the severity of the lesson, the oral skills being practiced are adjusted according for each girl. Lia, with her natural talents, finds herself practicing her deepthroating techniques far more often than say, Chaery, who commonly hones her tongue and lip skills. Which is not to say that Chearyeong is bad at singing, just that she has to put more effort into it than the others. It doesn't mean that her oral skills are lacking either, she is surprisingly good at tenderly milking her assistant's loads out of their cocks. Chaery and Lia are even generally preferred by the staff for this exercise; Yeji and Yuna have the unfortunate habit of using their teeth a touch too much...
After the girls get their sore and aching throats sufficiently well-lubricated with soothing semen, they move on to their final (official) training of the afternoon; Pilates. Muscles tired from a day's worth of exercise and debauchery, Itzy finish things off with some relaxing stretching. Their bodies lithely coil and strain, to the arousing chorus of sighs and groans as joints pop and crackle. Of course, to those watching it is an incredibly sensual sight, five gorgeous idols putting themselves on intimate display for all to see. Is it any wonder that many require erotic release? But this is Itzy's most important workout of the day, and intimate interruptions would ruin their purpose; so none are allowed to touch them in any way. Which doesn't stop the assistants from ejaculating and squirting all over them. Their experienced instructors nimbly ply their gushing pussies, moaning unashamedly when they are unneeded as they spray girl-cum all over the idols. Meanwhile the water-boys stroke themselves in a frenzy, spewing long ropes of semen all over the stretching girls. Sometimes the employees even copulate right next to their charges, vigorously mating while Itzy calmly go about their routines. Well, not entirely calmly. By this point certain girls will have their crotches soaked with their own fluids, pussies dripping with lust at the sight and smell of sex going on around them. Ryujin usually orgasms several times without touching during this period, squirt puddling around whatever equipment she is currently using. Chaeryeong meanwhile is generally unimpressed by the debaucheries, stoically receiving the sticky offerings of her assistants as she works the day's kinks out of her muscles. When the Pilates session is finally over, all of Itzy are quite literally drenched with sexual fluids; this also marks the end of their structured day.
By now slathered in sweat and sex, Chaery almost always heads to the showers to clean off; unless she is feeling particularly lustful. The rest of Itzy generally joins her, their delays dependent on how much arousal they had to fuck out of themselves before they could shower in peace. After hosing the worst of the day's dried semen out of her hair, Chaery quietly retreats back into her shared room with Yeji; munching on chocolate and watching videos on her tablet. She lays there undisturbed, cheerfully enjoying herself until Yeji drags her out of the room to enjoy a family dinner with the rest of Itzy. After scarfing down her meal, Chaery washes it down with some alcohol, to help smooth out the rest of her evening. As the lover's hour approaches, Itzy pick their paramours for the night; often grabbing several to better satisfy themselves. Many nights, there are even rowdy orgies in the main living area, before the girls retire to their rooms for more... intimate attentions. Unless someone looks like her type, however, Chaeryeong often avoids the gangbang outside; instead patiently waiting for Yeji to return as she idly masturbates. Once things have suitably died down, Itzy's leader rejoins Chaery in their room, hauling along a clutch of appetizing bed-warmers. Yeji is always sure to save the most adorable and kind boys for her darling Chaery; she deserves to have only the most romantic of guys to lay with her. And of course, if Chaeryeong isn't in the mood for more sex, Yeji is always more than happy to satiate herself with them; she does love breaking the good ones in..."
"...And so, either curled up with an exhausted lover, or just by herself, Chaeryeong drifts off to sleep, lulled by the mewling of Yeji's drained pets..." You finish writing and look up from your laptop, seeing Chaeryeong patiently smiling at your from the chair opposite yours. She stretches languidly, and asks if there is anything else you wanted to ask her for your article. You watch her lithe form avidly, before blinking and assuring her that you had all the information you needed. Chaery pouts playfully, well in that case...
Chaeryeong smoothly approaches you, and upon moving your laptop aside, glances down in teasing surprise at the massive bulge on your crotch. Her hand gently touches your quivering member, stilling your embarrassed protests, and she pretends to be shocked by its size. It seems like you still need to ask her some hard questions don't you think? Chaery moves to straddle you, gently pushing her breasts into your face as she beams down at you; she can tell that all that talk made you very excited. So relax, take your time, and enjoy yourself.
Let Chaeryeong show you in-person, how she enjoys spending her nights...
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contentloadingandstuff · 10 months
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NSFW Headcanons - Cloud Retainer
CW: Outdoor stuff, toys. Everything refers to Cloud Retainer's human form, of course.
Stop! Cut time.
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Cloud Retainer never had anyone she loved in her lengthy life. Truth be told, before the war finding love (and dick) was not her topmost priority, but the desire was there. After the war… not so much anymore. 
Perhaps it was the depression settling in, but her mind drifted away from this. 
But she met you after all those years of loneliness. She found you alluring, and very enticing. Cloud Retainer didn't have anything against having sex, even if she wasn't that interested in it. 
Even despite her lack of enthusiasm at first, the Adeptus came to quite like it. As she got more and more comfortable with you, her fondness only grew, until she fully opened herself up to you. 
Your woman sees no point in dwelling on why she likes what she likes, if it's not really obvious. She likes to let things happen on their own. 
Cloud Retainer likes it vanilla most of the time, at least when it comes to the sex - where you do it, however, is a completely different story. 
She enjoys bending over for you while looking out from the top of mt. Aocang, especially if the sun just rises or dawns. She'll sigh in satisfaction, not only because the view is amazing… She's of the opinion that it's passion that makes sex great, and that there's no reason to hold off when both of you find yourselves in the mood, wherever it may be. A quiet corner is enough for a rough, fairly loud quickie. Mt. Aocang is hers, after all. 
But most often it will be her Abode where most of the fucking will take place. It's quiet, picturesque, private and completely soundproof. She can also model it to fit her liking - from a romantic, slow dicking high in the clouds to a rough, merciless fucking on the beach - you'll have all sorts of adventures within her realm. 
She will get very snappy if someone will dare to enter her Abode with one of their trivial worries. On her mind is the big cock she's handling, not some moral inquiries of the mortals. 
She likes all sorts of paces for all sorts of occasions. Cloud Retainer prefers pussy over ass and throat, and it comes down to just her personal preference. Her gag reflex is not that good, but she doesn't see a reason to change that. She still enjoys some anal fairly regularly, though. 
Despite not receiving any stimulation from it herself, Cloud Retainer enjoys giving you titfucks with her wonderful, medium sized breasts. 
The glasses stay on. How is she still looking so elegant with cum dripping out of her pussy and your shaft inside her mouth? The ways of the Adepti, that's why. 
Just don't pull the hair, it takes her an hour to get it in order every day, and she'd rather be riding you than sitting in front of a mirror. 
A switch with all her soul. Being able to freely switch between being dominant and submissive makes it so she can enjoy a very broad range of pleasures. 
She is the "Adeptus Mechanicus", so of course she's going to make machines to enhance your play. Most of them will be her own renditions of mortal sex toys - very small vibrating bullets with nearly endless battery, and the ability to be pulled out of whatever hole they go into with your telekinesis skills. Or fleshlights designed meticulously to resemble her slit, not only with automatic lubrication, but also with the warmth, feel and smell. 
Cloud Retainer loves to take pictures of what you're doing for later viewing, or perhaps just to see herself serving you with her body, or enjoying yours. She likes big standing mirrors for the same reason. 
Sometimes when the other Adepti, or Morax, ask her about her day, or why she has bruises and hickeys all over herself, she'll talk about what you two were up to as if it was something completely normal to bring up in conversation. For that reason, it's good to keep an eye on her during social meetings. 
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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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Hi babe!! I love your work! I was wondering if you would be able to write a larissa x fem reader where r is having trouble sleeping so larissa offers to read her a bedtime story. Then she falls asleep in larissa arms. You can also add to this if you like and BTW can you make it really cute so it melts my heart. Thank you!!🤍🤍
Hey my lovely Anon! Thank you so much I had to give this a good shot I hope you don’t mind I added in hints of age regression as it seemed to flow well.
Lullaby
*Authors note~ saw this prompt and instantly knew it would be a self indulgent fic for myself. I've imagined this scenario so many times throughout my insomnia patch I'm thrilled to bring it to life.*
Trigger warning ~ none? Hints of age regression mentioned
Prompt~ see the ask^^^
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You always hated this time of year. You could never settle around this time. Similar to seasonal depression your past experiences had left a few months of the year unbearable. And March was one of those months. The first of the year but shortly followed by April. So it was only natural that by the third week of March you were fed up. Sleep didn't seem to be something within your reach. It was making your ability unreliable and unbearable really. Empathy meant having good emotional and mental control, but how could you have either if you were constantly exhausted?
Lessons were a struggle, student's seemingly picking up on your lack of enthusiasm and yawns throughout the lesson. Uncommon for you, you were normally so bubbly and enthusiastic about your lessons. During these times you tend to opt for working from text books limiting the amount of focus you had to maintain. The next thing you noticed was how you slipped every now and then, the emotional barrier you created to keep your feelings inside falling every now and then. You notice as the class let out collective moans feeling your exhaustion before you snapped the barrier back up embarrassed. You'd apologise purposefully of course and truly they didn't mind, they were worried about you. Which is why they did the only thing they knew. The informed Larissa of what had been occurring the past three weeks.
During your planning period you heard the clicking of her signature heels on the floor. She knocked and you allowed her entry wondering why she'd be visiting you during the day? You hadn't missed any paper work, and no issues in lessons or with any of your dorm children that you were made aware of. It was that conversation that made you realise how obvious you were being. And Larissa had even teased about reading you a bed time story, that had you thinking when was the last time you let dove out? Ah yes with your ex. Gosh that long? No wonder you were feeling this exhausted this year. Last year you regressed daily, this allowed you the release and you often found you could gain a little sleep if you fell asleep when regressed.
But that wouldn't be possible here. At Nevermore no one was aware of the fact you regressed, it was a new job and truthfully you were always scared of people's reactions when they found out about dove. Truthfully it wasn't how people made it sound. You didn't dress up in baby clothes or wear nappies. No it was more allowing your mind to regress, your speech would regress and you'd enjoy things any child of that age would. Nothing untoward about it. And the fact you knew some people even thought it could be sexual made you feel physically Ill. No this was a coping mechanism and one you were missing. That was a topic for another day tho.
You lay in bed once again frustrated with the lack of sleep claiming you. Toying with the idea of texting Larissa about that bed time story. It was embarrassing really, but your brain had not let the thought go. Imagining how safe you'd feel tucked up into the older women's body as she cooed words from a book at you, sleep would claim you and you wouldn't need to fight it. In her arms you'd be safe. She'd hold you smiling as soft snores left you. Or even her humming one of your favourite lullabies lulling you into a perfect slumber. That was it. You had to try. And she had offered right? You picked your phone up from the nightstand and shot off a text, if she answered then you'd deal with it if not you'd wait it out and forget all about it.
Your phone dinged with a response almost immediately as if she had been waiting for you. You blinked a couple times to make sure you were reading it correctly. You were. She had instructed you to bring whatever you needed and join her in her office. You grabbed your fluffy blanket/hoodie and your phone, slipping on some slippers and made your way down the halls. When you arrived you knocked gently painfully aware of the late hour. She immediately gave joy the go ahead to come in and what you were greeted with was truly special. Her long hair was released from its perfect usual position. It now hung loosely over her shoulders the waves adding a whole new look to the older women. She then had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, hiding her nightwear from you but also keeping her warm. She gestured to you to go into the adjacent room... her bedroom. Holy shit this really would be a bed time story.
That's how you were all snuggled up to the older women listening as she read to you. Her voice and her close proximity to you soothing you in ways you never thought anyone could. You were vaguely aware of what the book was actually about, weatherly heights, but you mainly focused on how light and soft her voice was as the words just seemed to flow. You could feel yourself sleeping into a sleepy state as she finished her chapter. Only then did she place the book down and shift to hold you closer to her. Now you could burrow your face into her neck, feeling the rhythm of her beating heart. And that's when the tone of a familiar lullaby reached your ears. Unknowingly to Larissa this caused you to regress.
Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender's green
When you are king, dilly dilly,
I shall be queen
Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,
That told me so
Call up your friends, dilly, dilly
Set them to work
Some to the plough, dilly dilly,
Some to the fork
Some to the hay, dilly dilly,
Some to thresh corn
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly,
Keep ourselves warm
Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender's green
When you are king, dilly dilly,
I shall be queen
Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,
That told me so
She hummed out the last line noticing the steady rise and fall of your chest indicating sleep had finally taken you. Only in that moment did she allow her smile to fully reach her eyes, she knew she had feelings for you yet not the confidence to admit them. When she saw you becoming absolutely exhausted she knew she had to help somehow. And if allowing you to sleep snuggled into her was what you needed then it was something she would gladly provide. With a sweet kiss pressed into your head and a whispered I love you she then let sleep claim her.
Word count ~ 1249
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clown-owo · 2 months
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Ace attorney characters ranked based on how well I think they dance
Phoenix Wright: 6/10 he’s nothing to write home about but he took a musical theater class or two in college so he can keep a beat at least.
Mia Fey: 6/10 no real interest in dancing but she's not bad or anything. could keep up with Diego well enough
Apollo Justice: 4/10 he wouldn’t suck so bad if he could just loosen up.
Athena Cykes: 9/10 very fit. does cardio. has taken some dance classes for fun.
Maya Fey: 8/10 what she lacks in skill she makes up for in spirit
Pearl Fey: 6/10 has the physical abilities to dance but not the confidence. also has very little reference for how she could be dancing
Trucy Wright: 8/10 performer with good dexterity for sleight of hand. Music isn’t really her area of expertise but she does well enough. enjoys playing just dance with Athena
Miles Edgeworth: 3/10 he can do one dance and it’s the Steel Samurai season 4 ending credits dance and he does it flawlessly but nothing else. took ballroom dancing classes with the von Karmas but he wasn’t particularly adept.
Franziska von Karma: 4/10 she found the aforementioned ballroom dancing classes tedious but damn if she wasn’t going to perform in them perfectly. she can’t do anything else and refuses to try
Godot: 7/10 he can do a killer tango
Klavier Gavin: 2/10 despite being an internationally famous rockstar, when performing he usually has a guitar in his hands so he’s never needed to dance. he cannot dance. he doesn’t particularly want this info getting out
Simon Blackquill: 6/10 danced with Athena a fair bit growing up. knows several anime dances
Nahyuta Sahdmadhi: 7/10 i haven't met this guy yet but my friend tells me they think he'd know a fair bit of traditional dances.
Winston Payne: 0/10 or 10/10 no in between. he's either literal garbage or so bad it loops back around to incredible. he had insane disco game in the 70s but now all the rookies laugh at him.
Larry Butz: 8/10 best dancer between him, Phoenix and Miles. he’s gotta be getting his girlfriends somehow
Dick Gumshoe: 5/10 a little too clumsy and can't keep a beat well but bonus points for his enthusiasm
Ema Skye: 1/10 doesn't even try
Kay Faraday: 10/10 incredible dexterity and physical ability. lots of whimsy and spirit.
Sebastian Debeste: 3/10 despite the baton, no real sense of rhythm
Manfred von Karma: 4/10 the one to sign Franziska and Miles up for ballroom dance lessons
Matt Engarde: 2/10 he got the jammin samurai killed so I don’t think he can jam
Dahlia Hawthorne: 8/10 she can boogie. gets down at clubs and parties. arguably the most normal about dancing
Sister Iris: 7/10 had to learn to boogie to properly emulate her sister but she isn’t quite as suited for it and has much less experience
Kristoph Gavin: 1/10 he likes watching but he doesn’t dance at all
Ryunosuke Naruhodo: 10/10 the most beautiful dance of deductions you've ever seen in your life
Susato Mikotoba: 10/10 while she's not particularly skilled with a koto, she learned to dance from the best
Herlock Sholmes: 10/10 THE dancer. THE ONE AND ONLY great detective known for his dance of deductions
Iris Wilson: 10/10 raised by the aforementioned one and only herlock sholmes
Yujin Mikotoba: 10/10 took to tap dancing incredibly well during his time in britain
Kazuma Asogi: 6/10 he's not particularly good but he somehow makes it look cool anyway
Barok Van Zieks: 7/10 used to be much better, before the professor kililngs he actually enjoyed dancing a fair bit. took classes growing up. retained a lot of the muscle memory
Gina Lestrade: 6/10 she doesn't have any training but if she did she'd do fairly well
Tobias Gregson: 2/10 he's the best investigator at scotland yard according to Sholmes, so you can imagine how bad the rest of the yard is at dancing
Maria Gorey: 8/10 she can dance just fine she just has no interest. the one time they got her to dance Herlock had very courteously offered his body up for dissection. "AFTER I'M DEAD, WOMAN!"
Albert Harebrayne: 1/10 he can't. he tries. Barok tried to teach him. he understands the theory! he knows the steps! he can't do it. he can't.
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fxirysforesight · 6 months
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BlackPink's Contract Renewal Decisions, And What This Means For Them As A Group.
THIS READING WAS DONE WITH TAROT. TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT.
This reading was started on September 25th 2023 at 10:40 PM EST and was finished at 11:40 PM EST
From what I gather, Jennie and Jisoo are establishing their own one-man agencies, Lisa is signing to a different agency, and Rose is the only member renewing her contract. This reading will focus on what this means for them as a group, as well as the circumstances influencing each of the girls' decisions.
What This Means For Them As A Group:
Death, 3 of Swords, 9 of Swords (Clarified By The Magician Rx)
So with the Death card here we see an ending of some sort. Now the Death card isnt just a flat out "this is the end of the road" card, it's more of a "this is the end of this part of your life" With the Death card, when one door closes, another door opens. So yes, it's looking like after this contract renewal decision, BlackPink will choose not to promote together as a group anymore, and will go their separate ways. This may be a very sudden revelation, before the finalization of the contract renewals occur, and it will shock many. This separation will cause a lot of heartache and feelings of betrayal for fans everywhere. A lot of people may feel confused, or blindsided by this separation and it will likely fall back on YGE due to lack of communication or misunderstandings. This was not a decision that was made lightly (emotion-wise anyway) It has caused a lot of stress, anxiety, and negativity, and they feel guilty for the decision they made. They are incredibly burnt out. Not from being a celebrity OR from being a part of BlackPink, but from promoting with the group under YGE. Even though this was a tough decision for them to make, they're already worried about how their fans will cope with the news even though it hasn't happened yet. There is an air of deceit or manipulation here, with The Magician in Rx, which I believe heavily contributed to this decision. They feel slighted, and they know they have so much more to offer, but they also know it's not going to happen under YGE.
What Influenced BlackPink's Contract Renewal Decisions?
Jennie: 2 of Pentacles, Queen of Wands Rx, 4 of Cups
With the 2 of Pentacles, Jennie has other projects she's working on, as we have seen with the announcement of her new label. And she is struggling to keep up with the group's schedules, her own personal schedules, as well as her personal life. Additionally, I just don't think Jennie is as motivated to be in BP as she used to be with the Queen of Wands in Rx. She lacks enthusiasm and only does enough to get the job done, even if it isn't to the best of her professional ability. She has only been doing this out of a sense of duty for a long time as she is no longer satisfied, and this idea is supported with the next card in the sequence being the 4 of Cups. She's bored of being in BlackPink because she's tired of the feeling of stagnation that comes with promoting with the group. This feeling is causing her to lose her productivity and become "lazy".
Jisoo: Wheel of Fortune (Clarified By 6 of Swords), The World, 8 of Wands.
Jisoo feels as though it's time for a change. She has had fun during the past few years, and it was and still is enjoyable for her to be in BlackPink, but with The World being here, she recognizes that that part of her life has come to an end. She is thankful and is filled with immense gratitude to everyone, but she's ready to move forward with her career and with her life. With the 6 of Swords being the clarifying card, she thinks it's time to move into calmer waters. She has no other reason other than the fact that she knows what she wants, and she wants to move on from this part of her life. Additionally, it looks like Jisoo is already making headway with her other career prospects with the 8 of Wands.
Lisa: Strength, 7 of Wands, King of Wands
Lisa knows she is one of a kind. Her self-confidence is what influenced her contract renewal decision. With Strength here, she knows what she's doing in her career, and she's able to take big steps and make bold decisions regarding her career, because her strong will allows her to succeed. I feel as though her status as a member of BP and her status as a Brand Ambassador, Entrepreneur, etc. clashed creating challenges for her, with the 7 of Wands here. It doesn't quite seem like she has her footing or even a clear idea about what she wants to do next, but she has faith that she will succeed in anything that she tries. She knows who she is, and she knows that she has the respect of nearly everyone in the industry. She's ambitious, confident, and a little cocky, but she doesn't need YGE. In this situation, she holds the power (King of Wands)
Rose: The Emperor Rx, 8 of Swords, 5 of Swords
Rose's contract renewal decision could have been premeditated by someone else in the company. With The Emperor in Rx, we see an older male figure (typically a boss or manager) that's calling the shots and abusing their power for a desired outcome. A very tyrant-like individual. It seems as though Rose is being forced to renew her contract. This idea is further supported with the 8 of Swords being here. Rose feels trapped and powerless in this situation, and feels dependent on YGE. She seems afraid. I can't tell if it's because of a lack of options to fall back on, OR if it's because of a specific person (I strongly believe it's a person but I will leave it up to interpretation) There is a very hostile and intimidating energy surrounding Rose right now but it feels very subtle. Like blackmailing.
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1800titz · 9 months
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I really need you to see the potential in this Paragon self duplication thing.
“Again,” Harry encourages, nudging at her sternum with a palm that lacks the gentleness of amiable coaching. Deftly, he blocks her weakened onslaught of ice with a forearm radiating deterrent and takes a step back, wriggling with his fingers in a come hither motion, “Again.” 
Arctick attempts to catch him off guard, throwing an underhand aimed for his family jewels, and white radiates from her palm — the expanse of the attack is stifled, instantly, and a pale hue of violet glows translucently ahead of his stature. Ice splinters into shards that fall in crystals. 
“Ooh,” the man dips his chin, pivoting as his brows pinch and his strawberry mouth curls, “Sneaky aim. Low blow, sweetheart. That would’ve hurt.” 
“Are you angry? Y’look angry,” the hero tells her on an open-mouthed beam, then juts at her with his chin, taking another casual step back over the mat, “That’s good — use that.” 
“Are you angry? Y’look angry,” the hero tells her on an open-mouthed beam, then juts at her with his chin, taking another casual step back over the mat, “That’s good — use that.” 
The young woman sends a flurry of chill spiraling, and as the man blocks the first onslaught, as expected, with an effortless burst of power from the tips of his fingers, a second wave erupts, this one aimed for his legs. Arctick can only grimace as Paragon smoothly bars the attempt — what a dickhead. 
“You’re weak — you’re angry because you’re weak,” he goads, irises glinting, “You’re angry because I’m calling you weak. So use that. Show me I’m wrong,” he twists away from her and stretches his arms out — an invitation, his back, and the young woman makes a last ditch effort, her pent up rage rushing out in a torrent of ice aimed to pierce. 
“Better,” Harry exclaims, enthusiasm interweaving the syllables, and he turns his chin, just a bit, over his shoulder. His forearm bends to emit a luminous glow that blocks what would have tagged flesh and muscle. She sees the corner of his mouth visibly twitch. “But not quite.” 
“This is ridiculous — it’s not a fair fight,” Harry sees Arctick buzzing when he turns, an intrigued crease over his brow bone — she stands with her hands at her sides on the opposite side of the room, but every muscle in her body is tensed, like she physically aches to freeze him. 
“No?” Harry cocks his head, venturing toward her on bare soles.
“This isn’t active combat,” she expands, letting the frustration leak into her tone, “You tell me to strike, and you expect it when I do.” 
His mouth quirks, and there’s a lull, like he’s ruminating. Finally, he asks, “You want active combat?” 
Arctick lifts her chin at him, expecting a vivid, violet current of electricity to hurl from his palm, to send her nerve endings on fire. She expects him to vanish, shard by shard, into invisibility that’ll leave her craning her neck and flitting her gaze about the room in apprehension. She expects him to twist and grapple for the weight rack, to fling it at her with superhuman strength.
“Then let’s make this—“
What she doesn’t expect is the crook of his lips, his figure stood ahead, and then the subsequent warm press of a palm over her stomach. It slinks from behind, and she feels his mirror press behind her as his original form illustrates a smirk from across the floor. 
“A fair fight,” croons the voice behind her — the same inflection as the cadence ahead. She stiffens at the touch. It’s soft, unlike his prior ministrations. Her head twists over her shoulder, and irises ogle the reflection in the broad expanse of mirrors on the wall beside her. Paragon stands ahead of her, feet away, his arms crossed, and …Paragon stands behind her, his arm rippling with muscle as it flexes over her. He’s duplicated. 
“Hm?” Harry hums against the shell of her ear. In his original form, he watches the display like a strange sort of voyeur — the whole experience is odd, and he can tell the showcase of ability has caught her off guard. It’s sort of a weird process — acting through different vessels, the coordination of it all. More than anything, it’s an interesting party trick beyond a single split. From there, he feels his powers weaken in their tether when divorced among a plethora of vessels. 
“Get your hands off of me,” Arctick grits out, her own grappling over his forearm, and Paragon’s original form just keeps his arms crossed as the touch of his copy grows sturdier. 
“Oh, but I can’t do that,” Harry says from across the floor. 
“Active combat, remember?” his copy wrangles its arms over her own flailing limbs. The original Paragon nonchalantly watches a warm, glow zap between his fingertips, across the room. The young woman manages to dig an elbow back against the warm body behind her, and the motion incites the priorly steady buzz in his hand to falter. That fucking hurt. 
“You don’t want to play nice?” the man’s head cocks from across the floor, and Arctick sees his duplication clasp over her, in the reflection, before she’s launched through the air with a grip over her wrist. The only thing that keeps her from catapulting against the back wall of brick is her own grip — she maintains it over the copy’s joint as she’s spun through the air. She lands on her feet. 
Now, the copy faces her, and behind that, stands the true Paragon, just idling by like he’s watching a show. 
“Alright,” the copy contends, mouth curling, “Then I won’t play nice.” 
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h-d-w-g-h · 7 months
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Hi this is the post explaining the au.
The “How Did We Get Here AU” is an idea that’s been marinating in my brain for a while now. It’s time to finally talk about it.
As stated in Zimvoid, every Zim has a thing. This Zim’s thing is that he was assigned to go to Earth way earlier than in canon. When they get there, his spaceship malfunctions resulting in it crashing right into the Membrane household. He assumes Gaz and Prof dead as Dib is the only one showing any signs of life.
Zim’s leg got injured in the crash and so he decides to postpone invading Earth for when they heal. They leave Earth for the time being, but decide to take Dib with them as they think an alien life form might be useful. 
Then, still loyal to the Empire, Zim returns to Irk to watch Operation Impending Doom II unfold. Around the same time, Zim also has to amputate its lower right leg, as an infection settles in.
As time goes by Zim tries to plan out his Earth invasion. He communicates with the Tallest, or rather tries, they ignore or ridicule him most of the time. The thing is, Zim is actually making progress, his creations are good. The Tallest however don’t care due to Zim’s record. 
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While all that is going on, Zim is also taking care of the human he took from Earth. He mostly treats him like one would a pet, it is a child after all, not very smart. He knows the very basics when it comes to human needs. Zim does not know the child’s name, nor does he want to name them. Dib gets the nickname “Stinky” (playing on how Zim uses the word Stink quite lot in the canon)
Time passes and Zim cuts ties with the Empire. They’ve done nothing but disrespected him despite his trials. They failed to provide for him as an Invader. Cutting ties also means moving out. For a while Zim and Stinky just jump between different planets to see what sticks. They’re trying to avoid Irken colonies, but don’t exclude them completely. 
When Stinky gets even older, Zim sees some form of intelligence in the alien. They start schooling him for something like a second GIR. Stinky is very much interested in the technology shown so he obeys.
They make their (hopefully) forever home on Cyberflox. It’s hard at first, it isn’t the most friendly environment, but they manage to get by. Stinky seems to do fairly good. He gets along with most citizens and figures out ways to deal with the unwelcoming planet. Eventually the same happens to Zim, the aliens “warmed up” to them as they’re no longer an Invader, nor in support of the Empire. 
While Zim did cut ties with the Empire, there are Irkens it still talks with to have an idea of what is going on in there.
Hey, let's talk about Dib.
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Dib is fully aware of not being Irken, however he tries to blend in. She styles her hair similar to an Irken antenna. She’s learned the alphabet and knows her way with Irken technology. They are really persistent on getting a PAK of their own, they believe they can modify it to fit a human. Zim however insists that he doesn’t need one.
Dib knows fairly little about Earth. Zim did provide him with some information on Earth, but it is very lacking. The most visible human thing about either is their wardrobe.
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Stinky is in no way, shape or form recognized as a child of Zim (or whatever the alien equivalent would be). He’s merely a person living in the same place as Zim. Zim doesn’t like acknowledging Stinky as its child, Dib however mostly refers to Zim as dad.
Dib is open to learning about alien cultures and is somewhat fluent in different alien dialects. He’s enthusiastic about machinery design and focuses on becoming a robotics engineer. Yet their enthusiasm sometimes leads to mistakes that can cause a need to start over. From scratch.
While Zim is rather cold and hostile to the idea of being a parent, then he does care for the kid.
AND the care is mutual, when needed - Dib will provide to the best of her abilities for Zim.
The two enjoy working on tech together, participate in usual child-parent activities and often go to just have fun on Cyberflox. Zim takes Stinky with him almost everywhere he goes. He knows Dib would most likely be fine left alone, but there is that irk of worry. They're often snarky to each other, but never abusive. So yeah, that's it. That's the au.
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sihayadunee · 6 months
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Mythic Symbolism in the Mayfair Witches
a mythic and psychoanalytical thread exploring themes of: alchemy, star lovers, fairytales, greek myth, three fold goddesses, and beastly grooms within the amc series ‘anne rice’s mayfair witches’
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*disclaimer*
This post will be split up into multiple parts as it is very lengthy.
The point of this post is not to discuss how the show adapts the source material, but instead how the show stands on its own, utilizing psychological and mythic motifs in its plot and character journeys.
For those who want to see the show, it is available on physical DVD and Blue-Ray as well as streaming. The entire eight episode first season is available on AMC+ which you can get a free trial for through Prime Video channels.
A second season has also already been green-lit. However the first season ends on what I would consider a very satisfying note.
Part One, Part Two,
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SEPARATION OF THE FEMININE AND THE ILLUSION OF SUCCESS
Our heroine Rowan was adopted, and we do come to learn the way she was separated from her birth mother. But from the start, despite having a loving adoptive mother, Rowan expresses nonetheless that she is searching for “home”.
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This becomes more apparent later, as we see Rowan admit she wants to understand her genetics, where she comes from. Who she really is. Something that has been one way or another discouraged by her archetypal “too good” mother Ellie.
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Rowan has compensated for this void and lack of control in her life, through success in her career. This is where we see how she has identified with the masculine and begun to traverse the male dominated medical field. She is confident in her ability to play the game until she comes out on top.
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The dragon among her trials, is when Rowan learns that her mother Ellie’s cancer has returned. Her boss Dr. Keck appears seemingly as an ogre guarding her bridge toward finding a solution. Which leads her ultimately toward experiencing the illusory boon of success.
She goes to see Daniel Lemle about the position at his company. He is enthusiastic about the aspects of Rowan Dr. Keck was critical of, and to have her on his team and her mother submitted to the trial. This is that male validation she has been yearning for. However as she gets to know him and his style further, her enthusiasm wavers.
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Once again she is encouraged to “run with the boys” to be a “killer”. And if she does this, she will succeed in retrieving the healing elixir for Ellie. However this means replacing an existing candidate in the trial with her mother.
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This is something that morally she can not do. Fed up and in grief, this moment shatters her composure so thoroughly that the power inside of her which she has all along been struggling with (and that her ordinary world was not capable of addressing) lashes out at Lemle to his demise.
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SPIRITUAL ARIDITY AND THE BLACKENING
Earlier when she is having a tryst with Max the bartender, we see how her intomacy is intentionally distant. She yearns for home, for companionship, but also doesn’t want to deal with the vulnerability that comes with it.
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She compares the true love Max seeks, to something she experienced as a child with her literal and metaphorical shadow. She says it knew her thoughts and her secrets and had always loved her. But in the current state she is now, she looks back on this and dismisses it though the thought of it makes her wistful.
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Rowan has ignored her shadow since she was young. Following her guilt and the passing of her mother, that’s now becoming impossible to keep doing. After Rowan flees her counselling session, dishonest with and in fear of herself, she is faced with a murder of crows perched by her car.
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In alchemy, the crow is associated with the stage of Nigredo, calcination, or the Blackening. This is a stage of cleansing through the burning of ingredients into ash, often associated with death. To Jung this is the Dark Night of the Soul. Robert Bly also ties crows to the Shadow and the need to face it. We see crows and smoke heavily featured in promotional material for the show.
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The bulk of the season then goes on to follow Rowan as she begins her descent to the goddess and encounters the literal personification of her shadow, of her animus. Progressively fulfilling stages in the alchemical process…
End of Part One
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how does Chuck react to the mcwexler baby?
He's kind of a jerk about it, though it comes from a well-meaning place. His belief in Jimmy’s ability to be a responsible, functional adult is... shaky at best, so his gut reaction is that this is a "my little brother knocked a girl up and derailed both of their lives" situation. He pays very little attention to office interpersonal interactions/gossip (bless) or Jimmy's personal life, so he doesn't know about the Jimmy/Kim ~romance~ of it all. And in his defense as well, although they aren't hiding or lying about it, Jimmy and Kim aren't parading the relationship about the office either, because Kim is still low-key worried about the perception of her dating the brother of a managing partner. So Chuck is very concerned that Jimmy is going into this lightly, or that he's going to flake out in the future because he gets bored or just can't handle the responsibility. He doesn't phrase it quite that bluntly, but he makes it clear that he has serious reservations. Chuck at this point is pleased and proud with the way Jimmy has been living his life, but he's always worried about a backslide. The news strikes him as not necessarily the start of that backslide, but as an upheaval to the balance that could ultimately lead to Jimmy making poor decisions again.
Chuck's lack of excitement and display of consternation-bordering-on-anger hurts Jimmy's feelings (a lot), but Jimmy does his best to explain that he and Kim are solid, and that he would never abandon her or their kid, and that even though this is a surprise and not necessarily something they would have chosen to do now, they’ve seriously talked about it and it's what they both want. Chuck doesn't know Kim terribly well yet, but he has enough of an impression to know that she's steady and driven and, weak spot for Chuck's brother aside, generally someone of good sense. That makes him feel slightly better. Rebecca helps soften Chuck a bit, too, encouraging him to try and support his brother. It doesn't stop him from worrying, but there's nothing he can do about it anyway so he resigns himself to just letting the chips fall where they may. In a couple of very rare and optimistic moments, he thinks it's at least nice that he and Jimmy won't be the only two McGills anymore.
He doesn’t interact much with Jimmy or Kim during the pregnancy. He works a ton, and he’s never been a terribly social person anyway, so while there’s a couple of dinners together that Rebecca initiates, Chuck is pretty checked out on the whole thing.
Eventually, he gets a call from Rebecca after having been in court for most of the day that Jimmy called her after not being able to reach Chuck, and Kim went into labor that morning. Chuck is officially an uncle, Rebecca informs him, and the two of them are going to the hospital to visit Jimmy, Kim, and the baby as soon as Chuck gets home from work.
He doesn’t know exactly what he’s expecting when he gets to the hospital (the worst, most cynical part of him is afraid that his brother will have taken off). When they enter the room they find Kim fast asleep with the baby on her chest and Jimmy up on the bed next to her, curled around them both like he’d fight off the entire world if he had to.
Jimmy lights up when he spots them, extracting himself very carefully from his position on the bed before bounding over with his usual enthusiasm. “I have a son!” he whisper-shouts, beaming. “Chuck, you have a nephew!” He hugs them both, and Chuck can’t help but be swept up in some of the excitement.
“He’s doing well?” he checks first, always practical. “Healthy?”
“He’s perfect.”
“And Kim?”
“She’s great. Threatened to castrate me a few times in the middle of it, but the nurse said that’s pretty common.” He glances over at Kim, an expression on his face that Chuck’s never seen there before. “She’s tough. Guarantee she’ll be fighting me to go back to work within a couple weeks.”
“HHM should be giving her a standard maternity leave-”
Jimmy laughs. “Sure, but she won’t take it.”
There’s a soft noise from the bed, and Jimmy is over there in a flash, scooping the baby up before Kim can wake up. “Shhh, hey buddy. Let’s let her have some more sleep, huh? Think you wore her out.”
He walks back to Chuck and Rebecca, bouncing the baby slightly and grinning ear to ear. “Want to hold him?”
Chuck splutters. “Oh, that’s really not-”
Jimmy ignores him, pressing the baby into Chucks arms. “Ian, this is your Uncle Chuck.”
Chuck doesn’t think he’s actually held a baby since Jimmy was born, but it comes back almost instinctively, cradling his little body carefully while supporting his head. “Ian?” he asks Jimmy softly, not taking his gaze off the little one staring up at him with serious blue eyes.
“Ian Wexler-McGill. Not bad, right? Took us ages to decide.”
Rebecca smiles and squeezes Jimmy’s shoulder. “It’s a lovely name.”
“It is,” Chuck agrees, meaning it wholeheartedly. “He looks like you.”
“Aw, don’t say that! Poor kid needs a fighting chance, I’m hoping he takes after Kim.”
“No, I mean-” Chuck clears his throat. “When mom and dad brought you home, when you were his age. He looks like you.”
“Oh.” Jimmy rubs the back of his neck, shrugging. “Well, that’s alright then.”
Ian starts to fuss and Chuck takes a moment to try and soothe him, passing him back to Jimmy when it doesn’t quite work. Jimmy murmurs to him for a bit and Ian settles back down, looking like he might drift back to sleep.
“I think he might recognize my voice,” Jimmy says, like he doesn’t quite believe it but really hopes it’s true. “I’ve been talking to him a lot the last couple months.”
“Could be,” Chuck agrees, and for the first time he feels like maybe this will all work out after all.
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Things aren’t perfect, they never are, but Ian actually helps bridge the gap somewhat between Chuck and Jimmy. Ian resembles both of his parents in different ways, but when Chuck looks at him all he sees is Jimmy, and that’s a good thing. He loves his little brother, he always has, and having a living reminder of the boy Jimmy used to be helps ease some of the stress and resentments Chuck has felt toward the adult. And it’s nice being an uncle, especially once Ian gets a little older and is able to talk. He’s very like Jimmy in some ways, a ball of energy, but he’s bright and curious, always asking questions and listening patiently to the answers.
When Ian’s about four he asks Chuck to make him pancakes, informing him that Daddy makes pancakes for Ian and Mommy every Saturday but that he always says Uncle Chuck makes the best pancakes, and so can Ian please try them?
Chuck does his best, tries to remember how exactly he’d made the pancakes when Jimmy was a child. 
Jimmy turns up early to pick Ian up, right as Chuck is finishing up the batch, and starts nearly vibrating with excitement when he sees what’s happening. “You’re making pancakes!”
Chuck rolls his eyes good-naturedly and pulls another plate out of the cupboard, serving a pancake to each of them while pretending he isn’t invested in their reaction. He watches as Jimmy helps cut Ian’s up into manageable pieces before taking a massive bite of his own.
“Still the best, Chuck.” He glances down at Ian. “What do you think?”
“The best!” Ian announces around a messy mouthful of pancake and maple syrup.
Jimmy laughs. “Chew, buddy.”
Chuck sits down with them with his own plate, and thinks that it really is nice to not be the only two McGills anymore. It won’t be the last time he thinks it.
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I think people need to accept that there's more than one way to be human. That may sound really obvious, but I'm not talking about identities, or opinions, or looks. What I'm saying is that not everybody wants to do a silly little dance. At all. Ever. It doesn't have anything to do with embarrassment or shyness or ability. Some people just don't want to.
I've been going to this dog training school with my new puppy recently, and one of the things they're having us do is train our dogs to stay put in a sit while we do a silly little dance next to them. I know this exercise is meant to be approachable to standard beginner trainers, but I can't even begin to describe how anxious I was when the trainer told us to do this. I remembered years of getting in trouble at summer camps for not participating in icebreakers and name games, being called a spoilsport in school, being called cold and distant as a teenager, and even been made fun of in a mean-spirited way and getting trouble in college for opting out of "group bonding activities". I refused to do the silly little dance. Instead, I've distracted my dog by shaking and dropping objects, stepping over her, sitting down, doing pushups, whatever. To my surprise, the trainer complimented me on my choice, and I could finally breathe.
It's not that I can't dance— I've trained as a dancer for years. It's not that I don't like being silly, or that I don't want to look stupid. I make myself look stupid on purpose on a regular basis because it's fun, and I love a good joke. It's just that there has to be consent for this to be fun. I don't need to loosen up and enjoy myself. I won't enjoy myself, because I don't want to do the silly little dance. I never want to do the silly little dance (not alone, not in a group). I don't want to be loud and yell, I don't want to do a call and response game, I don't want to mirror your body movements, I don't want to play zip zap zop, and I don't want to introduce myself with an animal that shares the same letter as my first name. It's not that I'm shy or quiet or even introverted— I just don't want to do it. I don't connect that way. It's not fun for me, it's miserable.
There is nothing wrong with any of this. I do not deserve to face any kind of repercussions for not wanting to do the dance. I'm not less fun because of it. I want to play tug of war with you— hand me the end of the rope. Sit down and let's tell a story. Let's make dumb jokes about street names and let the energy bounce off of each other and crackle. If our group plays mafia, no one will ever know I'm the killer. Come walk with me through the woods, and let's look for bugs under rocks and logs. We can eat lunch on the ground and poke at the moss.
I've spent so long thinking something was wrong or broken with me because I didn't want to do the silly little dance. I like dignity. I like elegance. It's not that I'm pretentious, it's that I like being ridiculous on and within my terms only.
Honestly, I was worried that, when I decided to get a dog, I wouldn't be the right kind of person to train one. I mean, have you seen how people act around dogs? I was worried that my lack of external bouncy enthusiasm, and profound disdain of doing squeaky voices, would make my training and my relationship with my dog fail. I thought I wasn't the right person for a dog, because I'm not even really the right person for a person. Turns out, I don't need any of that. Every now and then, because she's a puppy, people come up to Evie in their standard "dog-mode". Whenever they start doing... whatever it is people think they're doing with dogs... Evie pauses and looks up at me. I swear she's asking me what the hell is wrong with them. And, well, all I can do is sigh and shrug. She waits patiently for them to stop with their bouncing and squealing, and then cheerfully greets them when they're done. It doesn't seem like my dog wants to do the silly little dance either.
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Tessa Virtue 34th Birthday Chart 5/17/23
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Tessa's birthday chart this year has change as a theme and the question of what comes next? how to move forward? it has a Balsamic moon, which can mean nearing the close of one chapter but having no structure yet for where you're going. 5-6 planets in fixed signs can mean changes can be viewed as if they're all or nothing and feel intimidating, but having faith rather than acting from fear or stubbornness will help you not feel stuck.
this chart is heavily earth and water and lacks fire and air: material issues, work/job are emphasized. you may be more sensitive emotionally and feel overwhelmed, but intuition is also heightened. a time of gaining experience and gathering info, working with your immediate needs rather than long term plans. you might feel inexperienced and sometimes low energy or enthusiasm. it can take trial and error and following your gut rather than your head to find your way
there's what's sometimes called a minor talent triangle between the Sun, Mars, and Neptune in this chart which looks positive:
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The combination of Sun and Mars in sextile gives you energy for accomplishment. you have the ability to be a team player, other people don't get in your way, and you find that the tools you need will be available to you. The Neptune piece of this can start out as confusion and uncertainty about your direction, making it necessary to move forward without knowing the details. but it also connects you to intuition and sensitivity which help you gain awareness. helping others brings good things to you. it adds up to being able to function productively even when you're unsure.
Mercury in the chart can be your thought process, and it's conjunct the North Node, emphasizing mental energy and communication - Mercury sextile Saturn - at least one major decision to be made. a tendency to be cautious or conservative because you're looking for options that will give you stability. this can be about planning, organizing. completing a major project (she still has a capstone project to finish on this masters degree this summer)
Venus is about relationships, finances, values - it's trine Saturn: possibly adding more structure to a relationship- could mean buying a home or marriage. she's going to have a similar aspect in 2024, though, so this applies next year too. without a birth time, it's hard to see which area of life this is about - it may or may not be either
Mars in a solar return (bday) chart can be about where and how you spend your energy. It's opposite Pluto: control issues. conflict or lack of balance between two areas of your life. or your needs and wants are in conflict with those of someone else. the unconscious motivations that drive you can be raised to awareness. habits and attitudes that hold you back might come up to be dealt with
Jupiter is conjunct the North Node: good sign for new opportunities and growth. It's also closely square Pluto: you're driven by wanting success. need to stay balanced ethically and find balance between your personal and professional lives or your relationships suffer. this energy can be success but at a price. it might show you where you need to modify your goals and to figure out your true values
The big transit of the year is Saturn in the sky transiting and squaring her Gemini stellium- Tr Saturn square her Mercury (May, July-Aug 2023, Jan-Feb 2024): your viewpoints may be challenged if they've become too fixed or out of date, feeling alone because others don't share your ideas Tr Saturn square her Venus (May-July 2023, Jan-Feb 2024): tension in relationships. your need to be yourself is greater. relationships that don't work with your true self might need to change or be left behind. loneliness. a time of clearing out - your sense of freedom and individuality might be tested by relationships Tr Saturn square Jupiter (Mar-Apr 2024)- you might feel like your freedom of action is limited or that you're not free to take opportunities you want. a time that tests how well you put your life together, especially in your profession. feeling extreme restlessness and a drive for freedom
And finally, she is in an 11th house profection year: good luck or advantageous things come to you from your networks or friends. a year of greater social interaction, of exploring your hopes and dreams
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abri-chan · 11 months
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So I know Attorney Woo had both the exponential absurdness of soap operas where we go from 0 to 100 real quick with regards to how the court cases mix with personal life, and the cheesiness of a happy ending despite it all, but there were quotes or moments in this show that quite inspired neurodivergent people, especially girls and women. Especially the part when Young-Woo said her life is unusual and peculiar, but still valuable and beautiful. Yes it is cheesy and episode title drop but it is also important to hear. Besides we also have hurting male characters like her father and male lead, and the fact that the romance didn't have any of the red flags and borderline (if not outright) sexual harassment we see in other stories, and was actually healthy is a win. The issue of consent was brought up throughout the show too, and while Extraordinary Attorney Woo feels preachy or in your face at times (similarly to how it is quite educative when it comes to autism), it is a good thing we are moving towards a positive direction when it comes to portraying healthy relationships on screen.
There are things I really liked about Woo as an autistic woman, or in general as a woman in the workforce. For example, the fact she is plain and dresses for comfort; that is something positive that we don't often see because we always assume women should prioritize looks over comfort, and they must be beautiful before they are smart. I also like that she wasn't forced into the nurturing role, and in fact was a woman who loved her job, and who got a love interest through her skills and abilities, and not looks. (What I mean is, the myth persists that women are attracted to competence in men, while men are attracted to looks only in women. So while the male lead finds Woo cute, he first notices her for the unusual way she approaches cases and her intellect, and in fact when confessing he talks a lot about how her ability and enthusiasm around law makes her shine in his eyes.) I understand in Korean cultures Woo's loudness and mannerisms stand out more, because the men too are quite composed, but in a Western context some of the things Woo does, like talk out of turn are things we forgive in men and punish in women, so Woo standing out and not being punished for that is a good thing to see. Now there are a few things for which this drama could have gone the extra mile: Woo is too neat, and in fact all the actors clearly wear makeup--especially for an autistic woman, but women in general, we need to get to a stage where women can show their face on-screen without makeup. The fact that Woo, while we can't blame her for her good looks, and in fact autism or lack of has nothing to do with genetics and how attractive a face is, is in fact cute or still attractive presentation-wise, that is to say, makeup, no blemishes, on-point hair, shows we still have miles to go when it comes to female representation on-screen, but it is a first step. I liked that Woo was more weird than cute, and we should keep it that way, and allow women, neurodivergent or otherwise, to keep being weirder on-screen.
Overall, some things were cliche, bc such is the format of a drama, but within those constraints, Extraordinary Attorney Woo did some very interesting and original things, and the characters are quite interesting, and in the end, there is nothing wrong with a feel-good drama: showing autistic people that they deserve happiness is a good thing. Plus there is also nothing bad with instilling some morality and cooperation into how people should treat colleagues, and others at large, and that in fact we should all try to be fundamentally good, open-minded tho those around us, and learn from our mistakes, and that redemption is possible even if painful.
(I also liked some of the magical realism aspects, such as the whale scenes or the rotating doors as a dance. Plus the fact that so many women are also formed and helped Woo grow is important, and it is great to see more women in the workforce, along with their diverse worldviews and opinions and choices, even if those choices are not what we might agree with. But that range, and its portrayal, is important for women on screen!)
(now there's an argument for why an actress who was actually autistic wasn't chosen to portray Woo, but I won't get into it. as someone on the spectrum tho, I didn't find the portrayal of Woo in-bad-faith or exploitative, and I did enjoy her character. that is my personal opinion tho, and I can't tell others to think like me. I think it is a step in the right direction, as we get these roles more acceptable and then hopefully soon we'll see actual neurodivergent people on screen playing such characters.)
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avengers-socmed · 17 days
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Part 8
Some light angst.
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It had been a few months since Peter had moved into the tower. His job as Tony’s PA was mostly messing around in the lab and waiting for Mr Stark to come up with a game plan on how to reveal his alter ego.
He had hardly talked to anyone, mostly just Tony and Bruce thanks to those two being in the labs constantly.
Peter spent most of his free time out with his friends or patrolling with Wade. Tony always covered for him, told everyone some elaborate lie about why his PA was always out at night.
His friends and patrol weren’t the only reasons he wasn’t in the tower, however.
He felt like an outsider. He couldn’t show his true self around anyone yet. He couldn’t work out with Steve without faking weakness or pretending he couldn’t relate to the overwhelming senses he had been given with his powers. He couldn’t share tales with Sam or laugh about how hard it was to figure out his abilities. He couldn’t.
What also didn’t help, was that he had a massive crush on a certain Avenger. Calling it a crush made him sound pathetic, what 25 year old man has a crush? But that was the best way to describe it. The way he memorised their daily routine so he could catch glances, the way his heart skipped a beat and he had to look away before he started blushing. It was pathetic. Mixing his alienation with a high school intensity crush was, If he was being honest, starting to get him down.
Why would someone like him ever want to get to know Peter? Why would any of the other avengers want to get to know him? He was small, scrawny, nerdy, basically the biggest pathetic loser alive. He was content watching from afar.
However, no matter how many times he told himself that, tried to convince himself of his contentment, his mood must have obviously soured over the course of the day. Why else would Tony Stark be in his room so late at night?
“Holy!- Mr stark what are you?-“
“I’ve told you kid, it’s Tony,” Mr Stark sat at Peter’s desk, his face as serious as Peter had ever seen it before. His hands rested on his lap, but the way he was twiddling his rings had Peter on edge. Since when did Tony Stark twiddle his rings and fidget?
“What did you need?”
“Are you okay?”
Peter slowly closed his bedroom door, glancing around his room before he sat himself down on his bed. The sheets were custom made, a silk material to help with his overworked sense of touch. If it was anything heavier or scratchier, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He found comfort in running his fingers along the fabric, twirling the excess around his fingers.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because I made a hilarious Star Wars reference earlier today and you didn’t even look at me.”
Peter couldn’t help but smile at the comment- he knew Tony was trying to get at something deeper than his lack of enthusiasm for Star Wars references, but the light hearted question was still funny.
“I must have been busy.” He shrugged, but that answer didn’t satisfy the man.
“No, you weren’t, you haven’t touched any piece of equipment all day.” He crossed his arms, trying his best to look stern. It was working. Peter almost felt like he did when Uncle Ben or Aunt May used to express their disappointment in him. The pit in his stomach, the dryness of his throat. It brought back bittersweet memories. He would do anything to hear May tell him she was disappointed by his recklessness.
“What’s wrong? Is it something I did? If you don’t like it here you don’t have to stay here.”
Peter shook his head as he stood up, frantically making his way towards his desk where Tony sat.
“No! No it’s nothing like that it’s just-“ Peter sighed, turning on his heels to pace back and forth.
“I don’t know! I’m still not used to being around my hero’s, you know? I mean it’s crazy to think that if I wanted to, I could waltz right into captain America’s room and ask him what he wants for supper!”
His pacing worsened as he spoke, his legs carrying him up the wall and onto the ceiling, then back down again.
“And it doesn’t help that all the avengers are so nice! I mean, being kind and really out of this world attractive? It’s not fair!”
Tony’s worry seemed to slowly melt into something that reminded Peter of Aunt May. His hero’s eyes filled with understanding, layers of confusion peeling away into a brief relief at the revelation that no one had hurt him. It made his heart hurt something bad.
“Oh, I see,” Tony smiled, he didn’t grin. Peter had never seen Tony smile like that before, so soft and caring.
“You know, you can talk to them,” he hummed, standing up to rest a hand on Peter’s shoulder as he stopped pacing around his room.
“They might be earth’s mightiest hero’s but they’re flesh and blood just like you and I.” It was a simple comment, one Peter had repeated to himself over and over again. They were just like him, in more than one way, even if they didn’t know it yet.
“How about this- tomorrow I will call a meeting and announce my invitation to Spider-Man to join the Avengers. Maybe speaking to them behind a mask would be easier? Create a degree of separation?”
Peter looked at Tony for a moment, biting his lip in thought.
“But I’m lying to them.”
“You aren’t lying- you’re just not telling them all your secrets right away, not until you’re ready- and they’ll understand, trust me.”
Peter felt his shoulders relax, and a small smile split his cheeks as Tony opened his arms and motioned for him to come closer.
“Come on, before I change my mind.”
Tony feigned annoyance as Peter grinned and let himself be pulled into a bear hug.
“You can come to me with anything- though maybe not anything illegal.”
“Thank you…Tony.” His voice was muffled in Tony’s dress shirt, but he knew the man heard him.
“No problem, kid.”
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A new project? The company was looking for eligible male trainees? Hell yeah, of course, he would be auditioning!
Seyoon straightened his shirt, smoothed down his jeans, ran a comb down his messy blonde hair, and waltzed into his interview session. He chose a morning slot because the sun gave him POWER and he intended to outshine his competition to the best of his ability.
"Good morning," he greeted, bowing his head with a smile. "I am Kim Seyoon, here for my interview!"
Why are you interested in being in NEWKIDS NEWDREAMS? [135]
Let's start with a refreshing bit of honesty then, shall we?
I want to be famous, wanna be a star, and be in magazines. Also want to see the world, drive nice cars, and have groupies-
No, that would be too much honesty.
"This project is a debut opportunity and will give me a chance to fulfill my dream of becoming an idol. As a hopeful trainee, I would be kicking myself if I didn't try to take advantage of every opportunity I am presented!" If this project was called OLDMEN OLDFARTNIGHTMARES, Seyoon would still be auditioning. As a man who worshipped at the altar of beauty, Seyoon was very well aware of just how fleeting youth was. He only had a few years to make his debut happen, otherwise, all of these past years spent on training would have been a waste of time.
"While we don't know much about the project, I do think the concept would fit me, judging by the name alone." Seyoon laughed. "To me, New Kids sounds like the company is looking for younger trainees. People who give off a bright, energetic vibe maybe. I think I am a good fit for that!" If there was one thing Seyoon did not lack, it would be stamina. He was constantly bouncing off the walls, and if they observed him in the practice room, they'd definitely see that aspect of his personality.
"Also...I guess I just want a chance to be seen at my best," Seyoon admitted brightly. "I want my parents, grandparents, and younger brothers in Canada to hear the new songs I learned. And my high school friends, scouts buddies, and fried chicken shop regulars too." My mother also. I want to be so goddamn famous that she could not avoid the sight of my face because it would be everywhere. I want her to know despite the fact she won't acknowledge me, I exist.
Considering the current confirmed members, what can you add on and off the stage? [160]
"Off-stage...Uhhh...I mean, I know all of the people in the group and get along with them? BK and I are friends." Fellow partygoers, yeehaw. "I've worked with Noeul on different things before. Misaki and I are buddies, we were also dormmates before. I love Wenjun so much- Sorry, am I answering this question wrong?" Seyoon tapped on his temple, prompting his noggin for more useful tidbits. "Right. I got in a workshop about commercial acting and was pretty good at that so maybe when we are not performing as a group, I could pick up commercials or minor acting roles to boost our popularity?"
"On stage-wise, I can bring my energy, enthusiasm, and good singing! From what I can remember in the practice rooms, BK and Noeul are good rappers. Misaki is a strong dancer, and Yichen is an excellent performer. Wenjun sings beautifully but no group could stand with just one great singer, right? There was always room for another! Oh, also, I am from Canada and fully fluent in English. Do we need an English speaker?"
which skill do you want to be known for & why? [163]
"I would like to be known for my singing because that's where my talent lies, I believe." Seyoon rubbed the back of his head. "I've been singing since I was a child. No lessons, of course, we couldn't afford those since my parents ended up having more kids than they initially planned, and my grandfather on my dad's side was not in good health. I was always in some sort of choir though. Both in schools and at the church. My stepmom always told me I had a far-reaching voice." He made quotations with his fingers. "I think what she meant was she could always hear me from all the way at the back of a room. But if I debut, then those words could take on a different meaning - my voice would be far-reaching because it will be heard by more people and maybe touch some hearts." He laughed. "Seriously, the moment I make it into a permanent group, I am going to call her and tell her that she's predicted it...That she had special powers and knew all along."
what kind of concepts are you good & bad at? [86]
"When it comes to concepts, I think I can do cute, energetic...dark too. Oh, I don't think I will excel at elegant. I am not going to lie - I am not really the princely type." Instead, he was a questionable man who hid his unwashed shorts under his bed and constantly had mud on his shoes. "I think that has to do with growing up on farmland. Sometimes expensive restaurants and formal events can make me feel out of place. I can learn, though! Just put me through a few classes and show me an example of how I should behave. I am a fast learner, I promise."
what kind of group would you ideally want to be part of and why? [87]
"Group-wise, I think being known for great live vocals would be nice because I love those performances the most." He thought about it harder. "To be honest, I just really want to be in a group that is...successful." Would he risk sounding too ambitious with that? "I enjoy groups that have great live vocals. The ones with strong stage presence are amazing too! Ultimately it won't matter, though, if the group doesn't last. Ideally, I would want to debut in a group that has longevity. One that is versatile, can adapt to the trends, and stay relevant for as long as possible."
Seyoon just wanted money. Sometimes he wondered if it was wrong of him to be focused on the financial aspect when a good number of the other kids were entirely invested in their dreams. He supposed everything would be different if he was like some of the other trainees in this company. CEO connections, famous parents. Waving around their black cards while waiting for their chauffeurs in their well-tailored coats. They had more opportunities. If this whole idol situation failed, they could start businesses, go back to school, or even just lie around because their parents could afford to feed them for the rest of their lives. Ugh, sometimes he felt so envious of those people that it hurt.
And that was the end of the interview.
"Thanks for the chat," Seyoon said, bowing first to show his respect, then straightening his back to do a big over-the-head heart. "I am sure there will be a lot more trainees interviewing after but don't forget me, okay?" He grinned. "I really want this!"
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pearlescent-soda · 1 year
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🐾//Three Diablos Language Headcanons:
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A series of headcanons I forgot to post on my 3,000th re-watch of the 13-minute animated short. I quickly realized that if those three little kittens began to speak, they would probably know more languages than Puss himself. All three are multilingual to some degree, but their ability to speak certain languages are different for various reasons. Sometimes it's a lack of practice... Sometimes it's a deliberate exclusion.
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Based loosely on the proficiency guidelines set up by the American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages.
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Literary References: -'The Vain Little Mouse' -'The Lion and the Thorn' -'The Lion and the Mouse'
TW: Mild Violence (Briefly Mentioned) and Past Abuse (Briefly Mentioned)
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⚔️Gonzalo:
Cat = Superior. He's semi-familiar with this language, his upbringing saw him link up with every street critter that wasn't a cat. Truthfully, he'd sooner go to ask a rat for directions than he would a cat. It was because he started roaming the streets more in his adolescence that he got a chance to actually practice using it... When he wasn't guarding Princess Alessandra that is, aka, neglecting his duties in favor of hanging out with other tomcats and strays for... God knows what.
English = Distinguished. The official languages of Bellagamba are Italian and English, so he had no choice but to learn it, Princess' orders. One small issue, though, Gonzalo doesn't like authority figures and he most certainly doesn't like being told what to do, he listens to the royal family and his siblings to a greater degree, but everyone else is liable to receive an eye roll, a hiss, and a handful of claws to the face in that order. Need proof? Look no further than his battered and bruised English tutor who just. Wouldn't. Give. Up. No matter how many rotten apples he gave her or snakes he put in her shoes. Eventually, after a two-month long period of self-reflection, he started to regret his harsh treatment of her and very reluctantly gave in to her benign demands during her vocal lessons and even began to enjoy them a little. Well, it seems like the tenacious teacher has earned some of the troubled youth's respect.
French = Intermediate Mid. He knew words essential to his survival like 'food', 'water', 'money', and 'kill'. Learning it was never really on his agenda while under 'The Whisperer', but he still kept several key phrases and lots of foul language.
Italian = Distinguished. Perfetto! No tutor required, not with Alessandra next to him, who, in his opinion, was a much better teacher than the high-strung fools she usually brought in to teach him. He can be heard speaking this language often with everyone he comes across in Bellagamba first before using any English.
Spanish = Nope. After his short time with Puss, he was more than willing to learn how to speak Spanish, an enthusiasm that dwindled significantly over the years. He associates Spanish with Puss and Puss with every negative trait he can conjure up... He hasn't visited them in years! He never came back to Bellagamba, only his crappy store-bought gift cards did. And what were they written in? Words that resembled Spanish. Hell, half the time the words were totally illegible, and the paper was smeared with ink, cheap cologne, and spoiled milk. At this point, Gonzalo is now fully convinced that Puss has to be absolutely plastered in order to remember them, so if a card from Puss makes its way to him first, it's going straight into the trash. Safe to say he's not interested in learning anymore.
🌸Perla:
Cat > Distinguished. Learned from an old alley queen before her peaceful demise in the comfort of her empty apple crate. But don't expect her to use it around humans EVER, she's trying to keep a professional appearance while not undercover, and humans have such 'undignified' reactions. 'Aaw' and 'ooh' are common responses to her rather benign meows, and as teenager, she finds it embarrassing to no end.
English > Distinguished. Unlike the uncouth Gonzalo and absent-minded Timoteo, she was more than willing to learn English and took to it as quick as a bear dashes to a full honey pot. She was singing, writing, and reading in English around them, and they followed suit in their language development, well... Gonzalo did at least, Timoteo is not quite there yet.
French > Superior. She translated a lot of the mad ramblings of 'The Whisperer' to Gonzalo and Timoteo, so much so that they soon got the gist of what he was saying before she had a chance to translate. She says that's she's moved on from her time as a henchman, but if one looks closely at her when someone speaks it, her fur is standing on end and her breathing briefly quickens.
Italian > Advanced Mid. Timoteo was tutoring her at night while Alessandra had her during the day, it was kind of embarrassing for the very much independent Perla, but she knew it would be crucial to know.
Spanish > Novice Mid. She doesn't have many people to practice with and wanting to sincerely learn was only a recent thought after a rather embarrassing introduction in Spain. All she did was stop a cat burglar from victimizing an innocent mouse and now said mouse has acquired quite an unhealthy obsession with her... and she only speaks Spanish. The mouse shows up every now and then to confess her love to the bewildered feline, something about a 'pretty voice' and a 'pretty face'. Perla would be lying if she said that one of her sole motivators for learning wasn't to decipher what the lovestruck rodent was rambling about.
🐞Sir Timoteo Montenegro III:
Cat x Distinguished. His earliest memories are of lazing his days away in a modest pet store, and now he knows nearly all domesticated animal languages there are to know. Animals sitting in display cases and kennels all day have nothing but time to talk and Timoteo had nothing to do but listen.
English x Novice? He's got simple words and phrases memorized but it's unclear if he's actually understanding what's being said or if he's just copying his brother and sister. And while this supposed mimicry isn't exactly exclusive to English, it raises more flags because he has so much trouble speaking it.
French x Intermediate Low. He's got enough basic knowledge about this language; he wasn't really paying too much attention to his 'tutor'. He did, however, take notice when a spiked flail was coming his way courtesy of 'The Whisperer' himself. He's memorized the names of French desserts like Mille-feuille, eclairs, palmiers, and whatever else Perla read to him from the hideout's lackluster library.
Italian x Distinguished. Hmph, and Alessandra says she doesn't have any favorites, she keeps this little guy close to her at all times. Maybe it's a strategical move, he is the most unassuming Diablo, but still fierce if the situation calls for it... or maybe it's because she's afraid he'll eat the contents of his own wallet and chew on the brim of his hat newly repaired hat.
Spanish x Superior. A Spanish lion of royal descent and an Italian soldier with feline features becoming friends was unexpected, but Timoteo taking that thorn out of his paw was the probably the best idea he's ever had. It took two entire kingdom's several weeks to try and heal their prince's ailment while it only took a little cat twenty seconds. Bellagamba got itself a new allied power while Timoteo got a big, no, monumental older brother and an unwitting Spanish teacher.
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