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ronnie-azumane · 3 years

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Haikyuu guys as stuff my dad did

This idea has been in my brain for a while, so I'm writing it out. Hope y'all enjoy :)

CW: idn, its pretty wholesome

Daichi answers your frantic phone call home expressing that you forgot your backpack and laptop for college when you went home over the weekend. Expressing that all of your notes are in the backpack, he decides to wake-up extra early Monday morning and make the 2 1/2 hour drive to your university, then drive all the way back to your hometown to go to work.

Sugawara came up with the best hiding spot for you while playing hide and seek at your 7th birthday party. He squeezed you in-between the back of the couch and the back couch cushions. Then, he sat in front of it to conceal the awkward lump it made in the couch. It took the others 30 minutes before giving up and telling you to come out.

Asahi asks you to style his hair for a zoom meeting he has later that day. After some deliberation, you both decide to do a mohawk style. He braces himself as you run off to get the brush, hairspray, hair gel, and hairdryer.

Nishinoya still wears the Annoying Orange shirt you got him when you were in 3rd grade. It's faded and has a giant picture of Annoying Orange on it, which faded from popularity in 2010, but he still wears it. In public.

Tanaka makes the dumbest jokes while in the audience of your colorguard/dance competitions. For example, he asked your mom if he should shout "Go get 'em George" to the group of girls performing to confuse everyone. Another favorite joke o his is to chant "the worm, the worm,, we worship the worm" while the previous team is carrying out their floor.

Ennoshida talks with you as you make one of the biggest changes in your life. Midway through your second semester at university, you determine that business is not for you, however, you do not have a backup plan. Talking with him, you end up changing your major to Geography, and now you love every second of it.

Kageyama drinks the milk out of you cereal. You hate the taste of milk by itself, but you don't want to eat dry cereal. To not waste milk, he drinks it after you finish eating your cereal.

Hinata fails miserably when your mom tells him to reapply the medical glue on your forehead. The day before, your sister threw a wooden block at you, causing a major tear in your head. Your mom took you to the emergency room, but they were busy and it was a school night, so they told her to just take some liquid band aid (which we called glue) and close the wound. Your mom told him to replace the glue, and he took ELMERS GLUE and placed it on the open wound. It hurt like a bitch.

Tsukishima takes you to go see the museum of natural history once a month. He knows you're the odd girl out of your class that would rather play with dinosaurs than dolls, so he takes you to see the dinosaur fossils. He also gets a discount because his place of work donated a significant amount of money and resources to one of the exhibits.

Yamaguchi helped set up your setup once you moved to zoom university. He attached your laptop to a monitor his job had extra, so now you feel like a badass whenever you use the two screens.

Oikawa out of nowhere invites all his high school friends over to stay the week at your house. A trip that probably should have been planned in weeks, even months, is planned in just a weekend. Everyone ends up sleeping on air mattresses and blankets on the floor due to your mom just finishing up replacing the floors in the house (she was not too happy with the sudden trip, but was welcoming anyway)

Iwaizumi makes you watch Godzilla with him whenever it's on TV. Some of his fondest memories include receiving Godzilla themed ornaments from his mom ever Christmas. He also unironically watches those cheesy fan-made Godzilla fights on YouTube for hours on end. Man just likes Godzilla.

Hanamaki and you wear funny hats to a volunteer cookout. The organizers told every one to wear a hat so that their hair didn't get in the food, but you two take it a step further. You wear a banana hat while he wears a hotdog hat.

Matsukawa taught you how to make all kinds of breakfast food at a young age. Whether it was a simple as a fried egg or as complex as French toast, he worked with you until the recipe came out perfect.

Kyotani scares the other parents off when it comes to the silent auction selling the class are projects. Now the shelf you and your kindergarten classmates fingerprinted flowers and bugs on sits proudly in your closet holding crafting supplies.

Ushijima scolds you for leaving the lights on. Most parents do that already, but he takes it to a new extreme. Your mom explains that he would never turn the lights on in his apartment when he was in college and would simply get his homework done before dark. Sometimes, if he had something to do, he would light a candle to finish something up.

Tendou recalls a story in which he stole a bus battery with his buddies to power an air conditioned tent at boy scout camp. He also recalls the year he and his friends tried to build a pool in the wilderness at the same count, only to get caught and reprimanded for it before filling it with water which totally had nothing to do with a camp counselor finding it and having a Vietnam flashback

Goshiki watches anime with you. He always acts like he is uninterested in whatever show is on, but he soon gets super into it and it will be the only thing he talks about for a week.

Kuroo sits at the table with you until 2am working on that math assignment you have been struggling with. You've definitely run out of tears to cry, and had to redo the assignment twice, but he is guiding you through the answers

Yaku isn't a fan of all the pets you and your mom have collected over the years. I mean, in his defense, at one point we had 8 cats an 3 dogs. However, he is also super cuddly with them, always giving them nose boops and belly rubs.

Kenma plays Xbox, Wii, and the ds with you. He doesn't find the bulk of the games you play with him entertaining, but he is willing to run through LEGO Star Wars with you. His personal favorite to play is Mario Kart and he doesn't let you win >:(

Lev is trying to convince the family to let him take the position in Alaska with higher pay. When mom raised the concern that the long winters wouldn't do well for your mental health, his counter argument was, "Yeah, and that sucks, but hear me out. We could have a pet Polar Bear." We didn't move to Alaska

Bokuto was definitely the most enthusiastic dad at the girl scout father daughter dance. He twirled you around in your pretty little JC Penney dress and made sure you two were the center of the dance floor. At one point, he lifted you above his head with each foot in a hand like a cheerleader. Truly terrifying.

Akaashi drives out to the 24-hour pharmacy to pick up some cold medicine when you couldn't sleep due to a stuffy nose. He also checks up on you every hour when you are coughing with some mysterious disease (due to the lack of tests and priority of the high-risk, I will never know if I had Covid when I got sick in late March)

Aone gives you the biggest hug after you get released from the graduation ceremony. He isn't the best with words, so this hug speaks so much to you.

Terushima has been taking you to Mardi Gras in New Orleans since you were a baby. He doesn't care that it's mostly an adult party, he believes that everyone in the family should enjoy a good ol' Mardi Gras

Atsumu carries you on his shoulders all the time when you're small. He just thinks it's the cutest thing.

Osamu makes sure to host a crawfish boil every year. Whether its the neighbors, family, both, or just the household, you can expect some good, spicy crawfish with corn and potatoes whenever he cooks.

Kita teaches you how to drive a stick shift. He's frustrated that you cant move three feet before stalling, but then realizes that the issue was that you were in third gear, not first. He is now impressed that you were even able to start moving at third gear.

Sakusa takes you along with him to work. His job is full of tough men, so when they see him with you in a little blue dress-up tutu and a plastic tiara on your head, their hearts just melt.

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welcome-to-the-cafe · 3 years

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Shang-Chi (2021) Review Pt. 2

This one will be about the less character-relevant stuff, such as casting, props, settings, and design.

Easiest first: props and costumes.

A bit cool, a bit silly, and bit too "Chinese-themed".

The old Ten-Ring troops had normal armor for the time and age. The new Ten Ring troops looked like the Snake-Eyes fodder ninjas but with tassled helmets. Like I appreciate what they were going for, but...it look dumb dude. And what they were doing with only one hook sword? The electrified thing was cool, but y'all didn't use the bladed hand guard, the combo hook move, the spiked pommel...wasted potential smh. And then the electric arc crossbows....again I appreciate the idea, but that was silly, especially after we showed the Ten Rings sniper with a normal ass gun. Or, just go full sino-futurism and give me the chainsaw spiked club, the electrified monk's spade, taser three section staff.

The villager's clothes were too...saturated, and monochromatic. It kinda reminded me of Mulan (2020) actually, the white people's ancient Chinese clothing. In contrast, in the he TianLongBaBu wuxia series I've been watching, people dress in...normal earth tones. Oh also, too many fucking sandals, where are my black loafers and thick white socks, with rope bindings? Like the kind modern Shaolin monks wear?? The villager's weapons too. Only Xialing's was kind of interesting, the rest are vanilla staffs and sword+shield. Boooo. Where's the dragonscale fangtianhuaji? The dragonscale guandao? Ok I'm done. Just disappointed.

Wenwu's costumes were pure drip in every scene. Zero complaints.

Shang-Chi's letterman's jacket was my favorite costume to be honest. He should not have changed in the village. The final costume seemed a bit too...modern, but not quite to the level of the Black Panther suit. It just seemed like Western superhero top with a vaguely Chinese pattern on it. Or it looked kindof...southeast asian? Wish it had no sleeves.

Katy should've kept her Macau drip. The "traditional" robe just didn't look right.

Xialing looked the best in her inverse Bruce Lee colors crop top and sweats. Like damn.

Ying Li's robes' green is too saturated in my opinion, unnaturally. Same with Michelle Yeoh's character. Now that I think about it, I hardly ever see bright green in traditional Chinese clothes...or modern Chinese fashion. Her pristine white/biege wushu outfit is also meh for me.

Death Dealer's dark blue + yellow colors are quite striking, but a bit odd and out of place with the rest of the Ten Rings' getup. Perhaps it was intentional, since he's the elite trainer? I wish it was more modern, a la Snake Eyes' suit. I would also like to complain about his opera face makeup though; why only the top half? Is that even a real opera face design? It's kind of a dumb half-ass reference I think. Like, Noh masks are used all the time for creepy effect, why not Beijing Opera?

Next, CGI animals.

Morris the Hundun/Dijiang was cute, but I half expected him to suddenly go nuts and devour Slattery, since the Hundun is one of the primordial evil beasts. But Disney needs their marketable mascot. I even saw a Lego piece for him before the movie was released!

The trip through the other world was a bit too safari-like. Like wow, the Ninetails is just chilling by the road, and a herd of Qilin conveniently pass by. The execution of these creatures were fine, though the Qilin eyes were too "dead".

I don't have problems with the Lions' design, but they were completely unnecessary, and lowered the stakes for the final battle for me. Those two lions could literally tear apart all five of Wenwu's trucks in less than a minute.

I stated already, the big evil monster, the little soulsuckers, and the dragon are completely unnecessary to me. Even when I saw just the wood carving of the soulsucking bats, I felt disappointed. Xialing and Shangchi spent way too long riding the big dragon and not doing kungfu :/

Onto settings.

I just recently visited Bay Area! The hilliness of SF was nicely showed off by the bus fight.

Macao seemed well-grounded and normal for a modern Chinese metropolis. Was portrayed better than Tokyo was in Snake Eyes in my opinion. The bamboo scaffolding scene reminded me heavily of Rush Hour 2's Hong Kong fight, and I could hear Jackie Chan assuring us "don't worry, Chinese bamboo, very strong!".

The Ten Rings compound was...eh. No defining features to locate it anywhere real so whatever. But the interior was weirdly homey?

The Ta Lo village is what I really want to complain about: why they gotta throw Chinese people back to the Xia dynasty like that? Straw huts? Really? And there was a total of like 7 buildings there, across a tiny area. That is not a village, it's a medium-sized temple complex. Kung Fu Panda 3's hidden panda village was loads more impressive, with interesting geography. This was on a flat plane next to a pond. Combined with the costuming, it's like hello, it's hokey Western orientalism again.

Casting.

Tony Leung. Perfect. Outstanding. Phenomenal. Sexy as hell. I have recovered fully from Lust, Caution. I see on Tiktok that westerners are thirsting after him, and I am very satisfied. The "Killmonger-Loki" Effect is now the "Wenwu-Killmonger-Loki" Effect. I only wish he were younger, because I hate the "daddy" kink. Mr. Leung, you are a hero to Asian-American men. Thank you.

Awkwafina. Yeah she is pretty good as the unabashed ABC friend. But lately, I feel she has been over-used as the main Chinese-American actress. On some social media, I have seen Black users complain of her 'blaccent' and vow to boycott Shang-Chi in protest. I'm inclined to defend her, as it is probably what she grew up with, and the boycott feels like another attempt to draw moral hierarchical divisions between minorities. Similar sentiment is "yall didn't come out for Black Panther, why should we come out for Shang-Chi?". I don't have any data as to whether 'we' did come out for Black Panther, but I generally disapprove of POC factionalism.

Simu Liu. I'm glad that Westerners are thirsting over him too. I'm glad he's very enthusiastic and affable, and well-liked in the Asian-American community. He's us! And he got a shirtless scene! But the catch is...he doesn't fit the current Chinese standard for "hot guy actor".

From the majority angle: that's toxic af. He's hot enough, why are we being so picky with dumb Asian beauty standards? Will we ever properly support ourselves? Like damn, this is the first Asian-American lead in a goddamn Marvel movie, and this is how you treat him?? By the Heavens.

From the other angle: his eyes are small, his jaw kind of round, head kind of wide. Not the most masculine, but definitely not feminine. He's a normal Chinese-American dude. Chinese dude, Harbin, Heilongjiang born. Compare that to Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Paul Rudd, Chris Pratt, Sebastian Stan, Chadwick Boseman, Anthony Mackie, etc. These are among the finest western specimens; why did the pick the Asian hero to be played by the 'normal-looking' dude? Was Jackson Wang not available? Or Ludi Lin? I personally have a suspicion that his appearance most fits the stereotypical look of an Asian man to Western audiences, and that's why he was cast.

He's received hate for this, from Reddit r/aznidentity, the sub that I frequent, which currently is cheering Shang-Chi's box-office success. That's toxic af, and must be heartbreaking for him. Unfortunately, it's part of the larger conflict of Western and Eastern media, representation, markets, and culture. And that's a big fish to wrangle in part 3.

#shang chi #simu liu #awkwafina #kevin watches #asian american #tony leung

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softxhariana · 3 years

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burning questions

description: harry appears on ellen and answers some ‘burning questions’

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A/N: hello lovelys <3 this is just a lil piece based on harry’s appearance on ellen in jan 2020 where he answered some quick fire questions (u can find HERE) and i altered it to fit in queen ari!

as always, this is NOT real and is not meant to be perceived as me pretending this is real, it’s fiction.

❤ anywayz, hope y'all enjoy, luv you xox

“I AM GOING TO READ A QUESTION and you have to answer the first thing that comes to your mind, then hit the buzzer, ready” ellen explained, staring at the camera as harry cleared his throat and looked around the studio audience.

without giving him a chance to reply - in usual ellen fashion - she asked the first question.

“firsts things first, boxers or briefs?”

pausing to think, he turned to her confused, “what shape is a brief?”

“a-a brief is like, uh, the-”

“boxers are like the swimming short” he continued, his sudden mind-blank not helping him too much in a game based on speed. and when she gave him a short ‘yeah’ in confirmation he turned back to the camera, “oh, yeah ok briefs....do i hit this” he gestured toward the buzzer and with another word of confirmation spilling from her mouth he tapped the buzzer, repeating his answer.

“yep, what are your three favourite body parts on a woman?” ellen asked, a glint of arrogance in her eye as if she knew she could get him to slip up, but harry was too clever - even if it took him a while to prove it.

“ehm...” he took his time. while it was easy to pick a million of ariana’s features that he loved he was definitely being careful to pick the most ‘PG’ ones.

“eyes...” the audience laughed and whistled as he looked deep in thought, “smile.... character” he finished matter-of-factly, an innocent boyish smile on his face as he looked around the studio and everyone ‘aww’ed”

“thank you” ellen replied though the clapping, and as much as he internally wanted to say ‘wasn’t talking about you’ he stuck with just repeating her words, smile still present and glowing on his face.

she waited for everything to quieten down before continuing

“uh, what’s a lie you recently told?” she smiled knowingly, the audience cheering at the convenient timing of the question.

harry smiled at the insinuation but decided to go the safe - yet still completely honest - answer,

“that i wanted to play this game” he said smugly, hitting the buzzer infront of him with a ‘ding’.

ellen’s jaw dropped at his answer, before turning back to the camera with a grin, the audience laughing and cheering at his playful dig.

“ok, if you cant sleep in the middle of the night, what do you do?” she read.

they were setting him up, harry thought.

he knew exactly what he did when he couldn’t sleep at night- and he was sure many people could guess, but he also knew that he definitely wasn’t about to expose himself and ariana by being honest, so he did that he did best.

avoid a question, by telling only part of the truth.

that way he could never be called a liar. managing to stay honest without revealing details of his life was something that -while he would never admit it - harry was rather proud of.

“i wake ariana up” he said, laughing as he hit the buzzer.

the crowd only got louder at the revelation. knowing what it insinuated and knowing they were never going to get a straight answer from the singer, they were satisfied.

ellen however, needed more, “oh yeah, and what do you do when you’re both up in the middle of the night” the talk show host prodded,

harry kept the lazy smirk on his face as he reminded her that he had given his answer and she shook her head with a laugh before moving on,

“how old were you when you had your first kiss?”

“ehh... like ‘kiss’ kiss?” he asked, ‘yep’ she nodded keeping her face towards the front, “eh, like 12, i think” he said unsurely, hitting the buzzer. his memory not the best at the present time.

“ok, what is your favourite curse word?”

“cc----” he trailed off, spinning in his chair a little, “is bollock’s a curse word?” he ended up asking

“bollocks?’ she repeated, how british could he be “eh, no but if its your favourite-”

“ok... shit” he decided, “right? solid, does the job” he tilted his head questioningly at the audience who seem to have gone mad at just hearing him swear.

“FUCK” he almost shouted, jumping a little in his seat, sending the viewers spiralling, ‘yeah’ ellen agreed hitting his forgotten buzzer for him.

“who was your first celebrity crush?” ellen asked, trying to move the game along, which was hard when playing with the worlds slowest talker,

“ARIANA!” someone in the crowd shouted, scream’s erupting at the mention of her name, and harry blushed slightly, before regaining his confidence,

“no, she wishes though...” he joked, pulling a laugh from everyone, even ellen

“but um... maybe- probably jennifer aniston” he eventually settled on, tapping the red buzzer.

whenever him and ari would watch friends together, she’d tease him by going on and on about how gorgeous matt leblanc was, which he would just respond to with a comment about jennifer.

that would shut her up, not before a mumbled agreement, or i quiet ‘i would’ that would have him laughing.

“what’s your biggest fear?”

“dying” he replied slowly

“dying?’ ellen turned to stare at him

“that was dark” he commented, a smile growing on his face,

“ye-” she trailed off joining the laughter as he played with his necklace awkwardly.

“who is the most famous person in your phone?”

he paused, not ready for her to mock him for his answer later, but deciding he may aswell since it was basically the truth

“ariana grande” he answered with a smirk on his lips

another cheer - she seems popular - he thought.

“she's going to love that” ellen smiled, sarcasm dipping from her voice.

“what is your favourite sound in the world?”

“ari” he replied instantaneously, not registering the trap as he hit the button - too busy picturing exactly the sound he was talking about.

but when ellen looked at him suggestively and he heard the audience whistling, he realised he’d fucked it,

“ariana doing what?” she inquired, the intent behind the jab completely obvious, only spurring the audience on even more.

“singing-” he blurted, recollecting himself, “she's a singer remember” he tried to justify, his face blushed as he looked out to the crowd with a sheepish smile.

“mhm” ellen jested, only laughing and moving on when he jokingly hit the buzzer multiple times with his head down.

“ok, ok, what would your signature fragrance be called?”

staying quiet for a moment, harry bit his lip for a moment in contemplation

“boxer’s or briefs” he joked, trying not to laugh too much at his own comment.

“what’s your guilty pleasure?” ellen asked

“ehhh...working out to one direction” he smiled knowingly, as he innocently tapped the buzzer, ellen pausing for a prolonged time as the audience continued to laugh.

“yeh, ok, have you ever been in handcuffs?”

“yes” he replied shortly, leaving no room for any more of ellen’s remarks. “name, uh, your favourite music video of all time?”

“uhh, sledgehammer by peter gabriel”... he hit the buzzer again.

“if you weren’t a singer, what job would you want?”

“florist” he answered randomly after a moment. he didn’t really know why he said that to be honest, but he would just go with it.

“when you’re alone in a car, what song do you play?”

“cheryl lynn, got to be real” he said through a smile, “that is a good one” ellen turned to him, nodding in agreement.

“yep”

“last question, have you ever forgotten the lyrics to your own song while you’re on stage?”

too many times, he thought “yes” he nodded, the audience cheering once again.

“you did a god job!” ellen turned to him with a smile

“thank you!” he replied just as enthusiastically

“yes, we’re done”

he put his fist in the air with a smile at the applause, and braced himself for the teasing he was sure to endure when he got home.

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a-student-out-of-time · 2 years

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ASOOT Timeline: November 2012 (Drama in the Family, Part One)

I was going to have all of November 3 (aka the Family Feud arc) done in one go, completed in a timely fashion. I swear I was. But then I got busy with homework, and then I got sick for a few days, and…things have just been A Lot lately. So here, take what I have so far so that y'all aren’t TOO disappointed. I’ll have the rest of the day for you guys at a later date.–Timeline Anon

November 1: Maverick’s trial begins.

November 3:

It’s Culture Day, an annual holiday in Japan that is dedicated to promoting culture, the arts, and academics.

Chiaki, who has raised enough money to pay back her parents by now, is staying in the Hope’s Peak dorms while her family works on getting a new house. She and the rest of the Quantum Crew has made a little progress in their current missions: although they haven’t been able to talk to Tomoe yet because she’s been absent from school for the past few days, Gundham is now back in touch with Kinu, so they just have to figure out how to get her from Australia to Japan before November 5.

Teruteru has been told about his future wife in Class 76, and he now wants to find her. Mikan suggests that he talk to the girls in that class.

Tomoe Kimura is back at school. She, Tsubasa, Kotomi, Taro Kurosaki, Karen Kisaragi, and Eito Kobayashi are rehearsing the play Oedipus, which they will perform for Culture Day. Kotoko is an enthusiastic member of the audience. Teruteru tries to flirt with Tomoe, only to find out that she and Eito are dating. Tomoe agrees to talk with Chiaki and Mikan in 45 minutes.

The Voids, Masaru, and Jataro are at a hotel, enjoying an event where they get to try dishes from all over the world. (Emma got them in.) Nikei runs around bothering people for scoops, Masaru has to go and get him to sit down, Maku almost has a heart attack over his friends’ unhealthy food choices, and Iroha hears her last name over the intercom and goes to pick up an order of lamb chops with mint jelly. Problem is, the group is registered under Emma’s name. Iroha realizes too late that the lamb chops were actually ordered by her older brother, Jiro Nijiue. He recognizes her, she flees back to her friends, and they hide her and Jataro under their table in fear that her birth parents will come to take her away. Iroha’s oldest sister, Hitaru Nijiue, approaches the table looking for Iroha; at first, the other Voids are suspicious of her, but it turns out that she’s only with her siblings today, not her parents, and that she dearly misses Iroha and wishes she could apologize to her. Iroha, moved by Hitaru’s words, comes out of hiding, and the Nijiue siblings are reunited for the first time in two years. Hitaru, Jiro, and Akemi Nijiue reconnect with their little sister and swap introductions with her new found family.

Chiaki, Mikan, and Kotoko talk with Tomoe and Eito. After Tomoe tells them how she got into acapella singing after her father died and posted videos on YouTube that eventually won her an Ultimate title, they ask for her help to get Hiyoko back. But Tomoe remembers how Hiyoko bullied her when they were kids (in fact, Tomoe was the one who put a rat in Hiyoko’s bed as revenge) and wants nothing more to do with her. Mikan pleads that Hiyoko has changed and needs help. After discussing things with Eito, Tomoe tells the girls to talk with her mother, Kimika Kimura, a teacher at Hope’s Peak. She also says that she’ll get back to them about a possible deal after the play is over.

The Nijiue siblings catch up with each other on how life’s been for them in the last two years, and it becomes sadly clear that Hitaru, Jiro, and Akemi are still trapped in the abusive household that Iroha escaped from. Akemi wants to take Iroha back home, but Iroha refuses to go, and an argument ensues in which Iroha reveals that she always used to beat Akemi when they played card games as kids. She then whips out her Yu-Gi-Oh deck and challenges Akemi to a duel, and Akemi whips out her own deck and accepts the challenge. If Iroha wins, she gets to stay with the Voids without fear of being tattled on, but if she loses, she must come back home with her siblings. Oh, and all cards are legal. The duel begins.

At 1:25, Chiaki, Mikan, and Kotoko are looking for Kimika when Mikan crashes into Kotomi, who agrees to find her for them. Kotomi comes back at 1:33 with Kimika in tow. The Kimuras and the Saionjis go way back, as Kimika was in the same Hope’s Peak class as Maiko Saionji (they were the Ultimate Ikebana Artist and Ultimate Kimono Designer respectively), and the girls learn from Kimika that Hiyoko is actually half-Korean on her father’s side, although Izumi has done her best to hide that information. Sadly, Hiyoko’s parents weren’t prepared to be parents, plus Maiko has difficulty saying no to Izumi, so Izumi took Hiyoko to raise her herself, which negatively impacted Hiyoko’s character for a long time. Kimika agrees to help get Hiyoko back, and she’ll talk with Tomoe about the situation once the play is over.

The Iroha vs. Akemi duel is currently going in Iroha’s favor, especially after she plays the Revival Jam card that Jataro gave her. All the Nijiues are enjoying the game, as card games like these were one of the few times they could have fun together, and Hitaru and Jiro assure the Voids that they wouldn’t let Akemi take Iroha back.

Emma asks Hitaru about her life at home, and the two girls go to the bathroom to discuss it. Some terrible details come out about the Nijiue siblings’ abuse by their parents: Jiro received the same treatment as Iroha until his talent showed up and was also disparaged for not being “manly” enough, Akemi was constantly ignored and even forced to wear a corset because she was considered too “chubby” to show in public without one, and Hitaru (the most artistically talented of the lot) constantly has to work on art and doesn’t have control over her own finances. Whenever Hitaru stepped out of line in the past, her parents would wrap her arms with piano wire, tie her to a table, lecture her, and leave her there. She still has the scars, which she shows Emma, and Emma shows her scars and tells her story in return. Hitaru doesn’t believe that she can escape her lot in life due to her parents’ wealth and connections, and she just wants to keep her siblings safe until they all hopefully outlive their parents. Emma wants to recruit Kasugano to help them, but Hitaru is scared that if anyone tries to help, they’ll just get hurt. Emma intends to find a way to give the Nijiue siblings hope.

The production of Oedipus comes to a close at 3:15 PM. Everyone does a great job. Teruteru’s attempts at flirting with the cast go about as well as you’d expect. Tsubasa and Taro go off together for a tour, and it’s obvious to everyone that they have feelings for each other. Momoko Takakuwa pops in briefly to ask how best to arrange the cookies she’s making for Culture Day.

Tomoe finally agrees to help on the mission to get Hiyoko back. In exchange, she wants Hiyoko to go to therapy, and she also wants an apology from her. Kimika, Chiaki, Mikan, and Kotoko leave via the Shinkansen bullet train for the Saionji mansion in Kyoto. They decide that their best bet is to talk to Maiko.

//Woo, new update ^^

#submission #mod talks #a student out of time

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cfiesler · 5 years

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the tenure-track detective agency

I tweeted about a dream, then realized it should be a television show, so I tweeted the whole first season plot. Featuring an academic who has to solve a murder so she doesn’t have to teach another class, and her librarian sidekick who is very helpful because of the research she’s done while writing Sherlock and Veronica Mars fanfiction. The whole thread is on Twitter, but copied in plain text below the cut for your reading pleasure. #sixseasonsandamovie

The Tenure-Track Detective Agency: Season One

I recently dreamed that one of my colleagues was wrongfully accused of murder, and because of the trial, could not teach their fall class. I feel like an "oh god I have to solve a murder so I don't have to teach an extra class" anxiety dream is like next level #academiclife.

S1 opens in mid-summer when a tenured computer science prof is found in his lab surrounded by simple robots testing conversational agents, busily chatting about top-voted reddit posts while he dies from blunt force trauma. The murder weapon is a dusty teaching award.

Our hero, an overworked assistant prof, is updating the syllabus for her machine learning class that just doubled in size, when she receives news that she has to pick up a section of intro programming b/c the instructor was just arrested for murdering another faculty member.

Our hero has THREE WEEKS to exonerate her colleague so that he can teach the class as planned, instead of her. Her tenure case hangs in the balance. What follows is a montage of frantic syllabus writing and murder investigation.

She visits the scene of the crime. A PhD student is frantically deleting data from a hard drive, and claims the IRB made her do it. Our hero distracts her and pockets one of the prototype conversational robots in the hopes it might have been a witness to the murder.

Our hero has a conference call with the set of brand new PhD students who will be teaching assistants to the intro programming class and informs them that their jobs start now and they need to dig through Lexis Nexis for case law about chain of custody and robots.

She visits the library and finds the librarian who usually answers questions about copyright, because she must know the most about law. Cue enthusiastic quirky sidekick, who actually doe knows a lot about murder investigation because she writes Sherlock fanfiction.

She visits her colleague in prison. She should probably be investigating the murder he is wrongfully accused of, but instead has many questions about the syllabus for his class she is now forced to teach. She tries not to sound bitter as she asks him for his slide decks.

Her colleague, clad in his orange jumpsuit and holding a prison phone, is understandably very upset about having been wrongfully accused of murdering another professor. But as she stands to leave, he calls out, "Wait! Do... do you think this will hurt my tenure case?"

She visits the detective in charge of the case. He says that her colleague's alibi for a 3-hour time period surrounding the time of murder is damning. "Who spends 3 hours answering email?" he demands. "Besides, professors don't work in the summer!" She fears this may be hopeless.

With the help of her librarian sidekick who convincingly impersonates a lawyer, our hero gets her hands on the the transcripts from the police interview of her colleague after his arrest. She assigns a PhD student to conduct a rigorous grounded theory qualitative analysis.

Word has gotten out that she is investigating the murder. Someone pins a note to her office door: "FOLLOW THE GRANT MONEY." She pulls up the dead prof's CV on his website only to find that it was last updated in 2003.

She interviews his PhD students after (out of force of habit) having them sign consent forms that detail data storage practices. None of them had seen their murdered advisor in person in years except when he mysteriously appeared to add his name to their published papers.

The librarian sidekick uses a bobby pin to break into an admin's office to retrieve grant spending records. It appears that the murder victim has been funneling funding earmarked for students and travel into "equipment." Almost $1m of invoices from a mysterious tech company.

(In case you were wondering, the librarian sidekick also writes Veronica Mars fanfiction and ABSOLUTELY knows how to pick a lock because of important research. She also wrote House fanfiction so let's hope she gets to diagnose Lupus by the end of this tale.)

Meanwhile, the PhD student has finished her grounded theory analysis of the arrest interview, and concludes (with an appropriate limitations section) that the interrogation was conducted under duress. The police officer promised to write him a tenure letter if he confessed.

Our hero buys many pizzas and puts the qualitative analyst in a room with the teaching assistants doing legal research and tells them to work on a motion to get the confession thrown out. She has to promise them they can all be co-authors on a major journal publication.

Cut to a scene where our hero spends hours answering emails from students trying to enroll in THE CLASS SHE SHOULDN'T BE TEACHING b/c they're on the waitlist but they need this class to graduate & also will she be taking attendance. Between emails she studies 18 U.S. Code §3501.

She visits a clinical prof at the law school to ask for help. You remember that this is TV so wonder if he is the obligatory love interest. He suggests they discuss 18 U.S. Code §3501 over drinks. She laughs: DO YOU THINK I HAVE TIME FOR THAT. You write hero/librarian fanfiction.

She interviews more students. Admins. Faculty. They initially were shocked the murder victim got tenure, but he'd seriously stepped up his game in the last couple of years. Not just more productive research, but he spent time on his teaching! And service! And apparently... sleep!

This trend becomes more shocking when she finally visits the victim’s family. They too noticed a change. They’d seen him *more often* in the year leading up to his tenure review. Now our hero doesn’t just want to solve his murder, SHE NEEDS TO KNOW HIS SECRET.

Meanwhile, the librarian has tracked down shipments from Mysterious Tech Company not to the victim's office but to a Mysterious Storage Unit. This is a clue! They brose YouTube videos about breaking into storage units. (YT tries to show them flat earther videos but they resist.)

HOT ON THE TRAIL, our hero makes the mistake of checking her email. She has a nastygram from a journal editor who reminds her that her promised review of a paper is 1 week overdue. The murder investigation halts while she spends hours on labor for which she will not be paid.

Our hero reluctantly suggests "major revisions" even though she knows this means more unpaid labor in a few months, and then regroups with the librarian. They head to the storage unit; we discover that the librarian drives an impala convertible.

They are nearly there when our hero's phone dings with a calendar reminder; she has a committee meeting in fifteen minutes. She can't remember which committee it is, but they turn around anyway. After the meeting, she still isn't sure which committee it was.

Our hero gets a phone call from her colleague who is wasting away in prison while wrongfully accused of murder. He doesn't ask about the progress of her investigation. He's just called to ask her if she can take over some of his committee assignments.

FINALLY our hero & the librarian get to the storage unit, which with the help of YouTube videos they break into & discover... rows of gently humming servers, and also robot parts everywhere! It's very uncanny valley in there, y'all. You're like, woah is this show actually scifi.

Our hero sits down at a computer. Did you know that even CS profs can have terrible password practices? Our hero read @lorrietweet's papers so the first thing she tries is "monkey" and VOILA she is inside a private github repo. (She has an ethics-related twinge, but he IS dead.)

Our hero emails the students enrolled in her machine learning class, sends them the github repository, and offers them extra credit for a forensic analysis. This is the best service learning activity she's ever come up with.

Our hero checks her email again (WHY DOES SHE KEEP DOING THIS) and has a message from her department chair reminding her that murder investigation does not count as a service activity. ('We've already had discussions about tweeting as not a good use of your time' he reminds her.)

We're getting very close to the season finale, and there's another montage: meeting with student investigators, tinkering with robot parts, answering emails about course overloads, talking to the police, revising a journal article that is due soon, formatting a new syllabus...

Over a bottle of wine in her office, our hero and her librarian sidekick put together the final pieces by doing rigorous affinity diagramming on a whiteboard. There is one final thing to verify. They enlist one of the murdered prof's PhD students to help. This is very exciting!

She visits her wrongfully accused colleague one last time in jail to give him the good news about her findings. He doesn't listen, far more concerned with making sure that revisions on his latest journal article get in on time, so she helps him & then leaves to go exonerate him.

Our hero gathers the relevant parties: detectives, faculty, PhD students, a public defender who she forgot existed. They meet in a windowless conference room. She has prepared a powerpoint presentation. It shows a table of contents: Intro, Methods, Findings, Discussion.

She speeds through the beginning (stopping to answer a question from a prof about the sample size for the qualitative analysis) and finally gets to the point: "I have discovered that the murder victim had a dark secret. And in the process uncovered the REAL killer!"

(Her librarian sidekick cheers from the audience. She is wearing the deerstalker from her Sherlock cosplay, which our hero reluctantly refused, saying that she probably shouldn't cosplay at work until after tenure.)

Our hero continues: "Our analysis of his private github repo revealed the REAL source of increased productivity in the year leading up to his tenure case - particularly striking since he also managed to save a failing marriage. Impossible, you say? That's what I thought! But..."

"It turns out that he solved the problem of not enough hours in the day for assistant professor levels of research, teaching, and service with ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE!" The department chair nods. Artificial intelligence can indeed solve all problems.

Our hero reveals a beautiful powerpoint slide that details their analysis of the code and its conclusion: Prof. Murder Victim had programmed an AI to do all of his service and administrative work, most of his teaching, and a big chunk of his research collaboration.

From answering emails to grading assignments to delegating tasks to student collaborators to reviewing papers (ESPECIALLY reviewing papers), Prof. Murder Victim had managed to streamline his duties into the things that were most important for tenure & avoid everything else.

And he was able to do what can be so rare in some departments - have a lot of time for himself, which repaired his relationship with his family. "But then..." our hero began ominously, "he thought... why can't I create an AI for that too so I can spend more time on my research?"

Our hero gestures at the door, and in walks a PhD student with a humanoid robot in tow. It is a half-finished, uncanny valley nightmare of the murder victim. "He was murdered by his own creation!" our hero shouts, as she reveals her final slide with a list of collaborators.

There is a long, heavy pause in the room. The detective looks stunned. The librarian sidekick pulls out a flask and toasts our hero. Then suddenly, the department chair leaps to his feet and says, "HE WORKED FOR THE UNIVERSITY, WE OWN THE PATENT!"

The room erupts into a flurry of activity. PhD students start updating their CVs. The prof who teaches tech ethics immediately starts writing a paper. The department chair posthumously grants the murder victim full professor status in recognition of his contributions to robotics.

The detective quietly comes over and asks our hero for her evidence. She produces a full paper with 12 figures, 78 citations, and 17 authors. He says that it may take some time to sort this out. She says, the guy you arrested starts teaching in one week, better be sorted by then.

Our hero has approximately thirty seconds to bask in the glow of her triumph when her phone dings informing her she has a committee meeting in 10 minutes. She checks her email and 4 students are asking for copies of the syllabus for the class she's hopefully no longer teaching.

That night she receives an email from the dept chair: (1) Remember this is not part of your tenure case; (2) Our colleague has been released from jail & will resume teaching his class; (3) The ethics instructor just got a grant with a course release so you'll need to teach that.

Before she can start sobbing, she opens an email from one of the students in her machine learning class, telling her that the work they'd done analyzing that code was the most amazing learning experience of his life and can they please do more stuff like that.

After a long moment, she opens up a new document so that she can start creating a syllabus for Computing Ethics & Responsibility. She adds a sentence: "You may be occasionally asked to participate in real-world problem-solving activities as part of your grade."

The season finale ends with the librarian joining our hero in her office and producing a sign to hang on the door: THE TENURE-TRACK DETECTIVE AGENCY. It is a joke, of course. ... or is it???

If you read to the end, I feel like I should mention how difficult it is to write a story linearly while not knowing the plot and without the ability to edit at all, and also that it would make my life to see hero/librarian fanfiction on AO3. :D

And if you’re a TV exec or literary agent:

(And if you’re someone who is going to write tenure letters for me: don’t worry, I also did a lot of research, teaching, and service today. ;) )

#academia #murder #fanfiction #mystery #sherlock #veronica mars #faculty life #archive of our own #twitter #fiction

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Title: Off Balance (Chapter 4) Fandom: Hollow Knight Characters: The Pale King/The White Lady, The Pure Vessel, Hegemol, Quirrel Word Count: 5.018 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21805333/chapters/54797833 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/190573594499/title-off-balance-chapter-3-fandom-hollow

Summary: The Pale King finds a teacher for Hollow and thinks about how to end the infection. There is also some anxiety. And then he learns about a new ability of Hollow.

(Author's note: A big THANKS to @ruthlesslistener, because of his Hollow Knight crackship I found out WHO exactly could be Hollow's sign language teacher. Y'all haven't forgotten that he was a part of the ancient civilization, right?)

The nearer they got back to the palace the more the thoughts of the still lingering infection crushed down on the Pale King. He had allowed himself to forget it, for a brief moment, for Hollow's sake. At least he tried to convince himself that this had been the case.

There was a lot of work to do and he better started soon, even though he didn't know just where to begin. He was pretty much starting by zero.

He glanced over to Hollow, the thought about them being the plan once again in his mind but as he saw them inspecting their new nail from all sides, a sense of wonder radiating from them, he knew he couldn't act on this plan. More so, he didn't want to act on this plan anymore.

Once again the memory of a thousand dead children rose back to his mind, oh, how much he tried to forget this, but it never went away and he felt a tight feeling in his stomach, asking himself if he would get sick.

Only when he felt the gaze of Hollow on himself did he turn to face them and mutter: “I am fine, don't worry about me.”

Hollow didn't question him further and they continued to walk back to the palace in silence, only the sound of their footsteps were heard in the eerie atmosphere of the Ancient Basin.

Still lost in thought the Pale King startled and flinched when a soft voice spoke to him: “Your highness, Hollow Knight, have a good morning.”

The voice belonged to Hegemol, the biggest warrior of the five great knights and the most gentle one. “Oh, Hegemol, good morning.”, the Pale King muttered, still not really there, and Hollow gave him a bow.

“Is that a new nail I see there, Hollow Knight?”, Hegemol asked and Hollow nodded enthusiastic and presented the weapon to Hegemol who took a look.

“That is some fine work, from the blacksmith in the city, I guess?”

Hollow nodded again which made the Pale King remember that they still had to find a way for them to communicate more properly than having to write everything down. Hegemol was considerate enough to ask them question they could answer with a nod or a shake of their head, but not everyone would be so thoughtful.

“I can sense it. You are itching to try this nail out, aren't you, Hollow Knight?”, Hegemol asked.

“They are fine with being called Hollow.”, the Pale King chimed in, briefly having forgotten that their new name wasn't public yet. Or that they were his child. Or that he had threw the plan out off the window. Really, only his root and the dreamers knew about it. And Hollow obviously.

“A nice name.”, Hegemol said. “So, Hollow, how about we spar with each other?”

Hollow nodded again at Hegemol's question but then looked over to the Pale King. Ah, they were asking for his permission again. One day he had to sit them down and explain this whole thing to them, but that day wasn't today.

“Feel free to spar with Hegemol.”, the Pale King said. “We have things to attend to in the palace anyway. But, Hegemol, please be careful, they are still off balance.”

“Of course, your highness, but a good sparring can help find your centre of balance quicker. I will make sure not to hurt them.”

“Have fun then, Hollow.”, the Pale King said, walking to the entrance of the palace, not noticing the stares Hegemol gave him at his last remark.

Once the Pale King had entered the palace a royal retainer approached him. “Your majesty, you have returned. In your absence we have received a letter from Deepnest as well as a letter from the Watcher. Also a messenger from the teacher has arrived that asked for an audience.”

The Pale King bit back a sigh. He wanted nothing more to go into his workshop and find out something, anything about how he could tackle the infection, but it seemed like there was more diplomatic work to do first.

“We will talk to Monomon's messenger first.”, he said. “Deliver the letters into my quarters. Where is the messenger now?”

“In one of the waiting rooms.”, the retainer said.

“Bring them into the small conference room, we will talk with them there.”, the Pale King said before heading into the direction of the aforementioned room. He wondered what Monomon wanted to talk about that she send a messenger instead of a letter.

After the Pale King had sat down at the table in the conference room he didn't had to wait long until there was a knock at the door and the royal retainer led the messenger inside. It was a pill bug having his head wrapped in a scarf and carrying a nail. In fact, the Pale King recognized this bug as Monomon's personal assistant from the rare times he had visited the archives or the times she had brought him with her into the palace. That he felt the need to carry a nail for protection against any infected bug pained the Pale King a bit.

“Your majesty, good morning. Thank you for meeting me.”, the pill bug said, giving him a bow. “I am Quirrel, Monomon's personal assistant.”

The Pale King had been right then, he just had forgotten the name. Or never got it, he wasn't know for talking to his subjects a lot. He started to ask himself if he hadn't give the vessels a voice so that they couldn't cry suffering or if it was because of his own distaste of having to talk with others.

“What is Monomon having to talk about so that she feels having to send a messenger?”, the Pale King cut right to the case, pretty much ignoring basic politeness. It wasn't even noon yet and he already felt a headache coming. “We believe that a written response to our letter would have sufficed.”

“...She wrote a letter.”, Quirrel said, putting one on the table in front of the Pale King. “But... see for yourself.”

The Pale King picked up the latter, started reading and immediately knew what Quirrel was talking about. “...She wrote it in her code.”

For some reason, Monomon tended to write down information that weren't poetry in a strange code that didn't make any sense to anybody but her... and probably her assistant.

“Yes.”, Quirrel said, “That is why I felt it was better to deliver the letter personally and translate it for you, your majesty. I must apologize for the inconvenience, Monomon didn't listen to me when I told her that she should rewrite the letter. She was completely engrossed into her work.”

Even though it was just an explanation for the current situation, the Pale King felt a chill in his body. He remembered the times where he had stayed days in his workshop and refused to come out, not listening to anything what was said to him and only eating when his Root had came and gently forced him.

Why had he never realized just what a mess he had become over the last years?

“Your majesty, are you feeling quite alright..?”

The question of Quirrel snapped the Pale King out of his thoughts. “Yes, our apologiies.”, he said. “Would you tell us about the contents of the letter?”

“Gladly.”, Quirrel said and picked the letter up. “The first part basically is her telling you what a wonderful experience it is to have children and that you should raise them with all your heart.”

Another harmless thing that made the Pale King feel like someone had stabbed him with a nail. The sickly feeling in his stomach from earlier arose again. Oh, he had raised Hollow, but he had given his best to not view them as a child and raise them as obedient little knight instead.

Besides, the children who never made it out of the abyss hadn't even been that lucky...

“Please continue.”, the Pale King said as Quirrel gave him a questioning look. Was his inner turmoil really that obvious? As long as his breakfast stayed inside of him everything should be fine.

“And in the second part she talks about that she is glad that you decided to find another way battling the infection though she still will offer her services as a dreamer should you change your mind, but she hopes that it won't be necessary. She also offers any help that she can give in this trying times and you shouldn't hesitate to search her advice out.”, Quirrel finished.

“We see... thank you for delivering this message.”, the Pale King said and there were a few seconds of silence. Of course, he had to dismiss Quirrel or he wouldn't be allowed to leave, but... he maybe already required Monomon's assistance.

“Before we dismiss you, could we ask you to deliver Monomon a question?”, the Pale King said.

“Of course, your majesty.”, Quirrel said.

“We are searching for a way for someone who can't talk to communicate.”, the Pale King said. “Surely Monomon has some knowledge about this...”

“Your majesty, if you allow me to speak.”, Quirrel said and the Pale King gestured with his robed arm for him to continue. “I am quite versatile in different languages and one of my researches was about non verbal communication.”

That piqued the king's interest: “Would you say you are knowledgeable enough to teach someone how to communicate non verbally?”

“Certainly.”, Quirrel said. “Though the learning speed depends on their knowledge of the language.”

“They can read and write.”, the Pale King said, still amazed that Hollow had taught themselves to write. Or had someone taught them?

“Then it shouldn't be any trouble at all, they already have a grasp on the language, they only need to learn how to express it differently.”, Quirrel said. “Who is it you wish to learn non verbal communication?”

“Our child.”, the Pale King said. “Formerly known as the Pure Vessel. We ask you to act as their teacher for non verbal communication.”

“Certainly.”, Quirrel said, got up and bowed to the Pale King. “Please allow me to write a letter to Lady Monomon about this so that she knows about my whereabouts.”

“Of course...”, the Pale King said before remembering and added: “You are dismissed.”

Quirrel gave him a last bow and left the room. The Pale King picked up Monomon's letter and decided to head to his quarters to take a look at the letters from Herrah and Lurien.

He read the letter from Herrah first. Unlike the last one she spared a few more words and he was delighted to see that she would allow Hollow to see Hornet, but she wouldn't come to the palace and instead he should bring Hollow into Deepnest and also he had to tell her they would be coming a day before they departed.

Now that Herrah's duties as a dreamer wasn't needed anymore she very much was back at being the queen and ruler of Deepnest and the Pale King already shuddered when he thought about all the diplomatic talk that would have to be done in order to not make Deepnest invade Hallow's Nest. Even though the mantis tribe would stay guard, with the growing infection even they might struggle.

He would answer Herrah once he had talked to Hollow about going to Deepnest and picked up the letter of Lurien. The watcher wasn't as thrilled about the plan being cancelled, from the three dreamers the only one who very much expressed distaste and asked the Pale King to think this all over. He genuinely seemed to believe that with Hollow containing the infection the city would be safe.

And the Pale King had believed this himself once. Had seen it actually with the gift of foresight that the wyrms possessed. Until the moment he had seen his child flinch in fear... from himself nonetheless.

Thinking about his foresight, he hadn't watched into the future a long time now. It was a difficult thing. There were so many strings and turns that it was hard to determine if the seen future would come true... He only could put his faith into this ability and hope for the best. But now, it felt like him relying on his foresight was what had put all of his regrets into motion in the first place.

Abandoning the letters for now the Pale King walked into his workshop, deep in thought. Instead of starting to work however, on finding a solution, he sat down, curling his tail around one of the chair legs.

He wanted to be absolutely sure. And so he closed his eyes and concentrated his mind on the strings that would show the future, trying to find the one that would show him the future if he would revert back to the original plan.

What he saw wasn't pretty. That certainly was the shape of Hollow he could make out, they were kept in chains of binding and... the infection leaked out of them, they were in a terrible shape and they looked like they were in pain, in so much pain.

The Pale King had seen enough and he cut his foresight off, not wanting to see this a single second longer, breathing heavily. The headache that he had felt coming earlier now was very apparent in his head.

Why had he never seen this outcome once he started with the plan? Had he been so blind to it all? Had he truly believed that the good outcome would happen? He knew just how many different things the future hold but instead of using his gift to check them out, he had decided to focus on solely one and had convinced himself that he would bring every sacrifice possible to achieve this future.

The Pale King had enough of his foresight for now. He stood up and paced up and down the workshop, thinking. Just how could the infection be battled? Sealing it was out of the question. The very reason he had created the vessels was that he had needed a construct that was strong enough to contain a god or he could have just used a kingsmould. That the vessels had been born of god and void had been rather important.

Though this didn't help him anymore. He wouldn't create another vessel and besides Hollow there weren't anymore left. He had seen them. Most of them had died before they hatched, a few of them had cracked right after hatching and the rest... that was the hardest memory, the rest had fallen down to their deaths by trying to climb out of the abyss.

Only Hollow had made it and after he had taken them out he had sealed the abyss, the shame and regret of all the dead children at his hands heavy on his mind. He hadn't been down there anymore since he had taken Hollow home.

No, he needed to tackle this issue differently. He needed to start with the infection. What was it he knew about the infection? That it was the Radiance' doing. The Radiance was a god ruling over the dream realm. And because of that she spread the infection in bug's minds while they dreamed. As a Higher Being himself he was safe from the infection and Hollow, well, void didn't dream. At least he thought that. He needed to ask Hollow about this. He knew so painfully little about them and it was all his own fault.

The problem with the infection though was... once a bug's mind was infected they were no coming back, not even his voice could reach them anymore and the Radiance even was able to infect the shells of dead bugs and puppeteer them as she pleased. Sooner or later they.. he would be overpowered and she would reclaim the kingdom, built on mountain of corpses.

As if you are any better., a voice whispered in the back of his mind and he felt the churning in his stomach again. At least my crimes tried to save the kingdom., he thought to himself. It didn't feel very convincing.

No matter how he looked at it, Hallow's Nest would never have peace with the Radiance still around. The only solution he had was very clear: The Radiance needed to be defeated.

But how? The Pale King still had the pain in his mind when she had nearly killed his younger self and he hadn't even intended to fight her, simply negotiate with her back then. While it pained him to admit it, but he was no match for her, especially because she needed to be encountered in the dream realm, not possessing a form for the physical realm, whenever she needed to talk to her subjects (if she even needed to do it, they were a hive mind anyway), she would just do it by talking through one of the moths.

The Pale King picked up some chalk and walked over to a board at one of the walls in the rooms, starting to jot down some ideas and draw up some ideas for spells but he felt like he was going nowhere, more than often erasing what he had on the board and starting over. He was so lost in this task that he didn't hear the knock at his door and only noticed it when a second more vigorous knock sounded.

“We are busy, come back later.”, he cut the one outside the door off, but they apparently weren't having it and the door clicked open. The Pale King turned around, annoyed, hissing: “We told you we were busy.” but every aggression he felt fell when he saw Hollow standing in the door frame. And next to them was his root.

“My wyrm.”, she said, an icy tone in her voice. “Are you aware of how late it is?”

The Pale King didn't answer at first, judging by the tone of her voice it could very well be that he had pulled an all-nighter. Like.. it had happened a lot when he had started to work with void. “I... don't know...”, he finally said.

“Late enough that you have skipped lunch and dinner.”, his root said and then she turned her attention to Hollow. “See, this is what I talked about. He gets so obsessed over his work that he forgets everything, eating, sleeping, which time it is... and you can't just go away when he tells you.”

And there was the churning in his stomach again, of course Hollow would follow anything he said to them, he had raised them to follow his orders and they wouldn't even intervene when his self destructive habits would take over. He put down the chalk he still had been holding and breathed slowly in and out.

Thinking about it, the churning feeling in his stomach probably had been partly hunger. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and while as a higher being he could survive on soul he hadn't absorbed any soul in a while either.

“I am glad to see that you successfully uprooted yourself, my root.”, he said, acting like the conversation about his self destructive habits hadn't taken place. “And Hollow, how was your training with Hegemol?”

Hollow pulled out the journal and scribbled down in it for a little bit before handing it over.

“It was great. I managed to try out my new nail. I only fell over five times.”

The Pale King frowned a bit and looked Hollow over at the last comment but he couldn't see any cracks in their shell and not even the robe was dirty. He assumed that they had healed themselves and that Hegemol had told them to take off the robes before training. Maybe besides robes an armour also would be into place?

The Pale King gave the journal back and said: “That is good to hear.” Then he remembered about Quirrel and that he would be able to teach Hollow non verbal communication. “By the way, Hollow, I found someone that agreed to teach you a way of non verbal communication. I could introduce him to you right away.”

“Mealtime first.”, his root chimed in and he could feel one of her branches on his shoulder and knew he didn't had a say in this. She would force him to eat if he refused. Gently, but she would still make sure that he would eat.

“After we had dinner then.”, he said defeated.

“Good, then let's all go together.”, the White Lady said. “Because Hollow here refused to eat until you would come out.” She gave him a look and the Pale King just knew that she didn't approve that his destructive habits already bled over on their child.

“My apologies...”, the Pale King muttered, finally coming out of his workshop.

“Then let's go. I have let one of the side rooms prepared for us to take in our dinner.”, the White Lady searched with her branch for the Pale King's claw and as he took it he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

A short while later the three of them had sat down at a small table where a meal was prepared. The Pale King only now realized just how hungry was but still ate slowly and in a regal manner, even though his only company were his wife and his child. Hollow ate their food in their own unique way and the Pale King caught himself glancing over to them again and again, trying to just figure out what they were doing, one day he should just ask, but was distracted when he realized that his root was eating too.

“Root, normally after you rooted yourself you don't need food for a while.”, he said.

“This is correct, but any food I take in still gets stored in my roots for later consumption.”, the White Lady said. “Also, I missed the taste of it. Besides...” Her gaze wandered over to the table and got stuck at Hollow. “...I always was hoping we could take in a meal like this... as family.”

That was the final nail in his chest for the Pale King's anxious feeling over the whole day. He stopped eating and put down his fork, muttering, to nobody in particular: “I am sorry... for me needing so long to find out... for me thinking I was doing the right thing... for me... trying... to save the kingdom, but... failing...” The last word came out with a shuddered breath as he put his head in his claws and curled his tail around himself.

“My wyrm, look at me.”, he could feel the warmth of his Root and her embrace. “You did what you thought you had to do.”

He looked up to see into her face, that beautiful face he had fallen in love with and flinched when he felt Hollow's ice could touch on his back, briefly flaring his wings until he noticed that they weren't a threat. He turned around to see them presenting their journal and the words in them: “Father, it's not your fault, it's mine. I should have been pure, but I wasn't.”

“Hollow, no, don't say that.”, the Pale King said. “It's not your fault, it was never your fault. My plan was flawed from the very start. You have nothing to do with its failure.”

They closed the journal and looked down, as if not being convinced by his words but then simply joined the embrace. Being basked into the warmth of his root and the cold of his child was a very weird feeling and after a while it even put the Pale King into a rather light mood.

“You are suffocating me with your body temperatures.”, he jokingly said and Hollow was the first to let go, the Pale King almost beating himself up for this remark, of course they wouldn't get a joke but his root saved it.

“He meant it in good way.”, she explained before ending her embrace. “Are you feeling better now, my wyrm?”

“Yes, my apologies.”, he muttered. “I didn't want to ruin our family dinner.”

“There is still plenty of food left.”, the White Lady said and soon after they went back to eating and the atmosphere was a lot calmer and the Pale King even managed to relax.

After they were done with eating and were enjoying a cup of tea together, the Pale King spoke again: “My root, do you know by chance where Monomon's messenger is right now?”

“The little pill bug? I gave him permission to use the library, he wanted to keep working on his research when his services weren't needed.”, the White Lady said.

The Pale King set his empty tea cup down and addressed Hollow: “Then let us go see him before it is time for you to go to bed.”

“You better go to bed too today, my wyrm.”, the White Lady threatened. This meant, no all-nighter for him in the workshop today. She would find him and remove him from his work, regardless how much he would fight against her, she had her methods to make him fall asleep. It wasn't the first time that the Pale King assumed sleeping spores.

“What are you planning to do now, my root?”, he asked.

“I will spend some time with the knights and let them fill me in about the events while I was rooted.”, she said. “Dryya tells me to the best of her abilities but we all know she isn't talking that much.”

Both the Pale King and Hollow nodded at this before they left the room, saying their good byes to the White Lady. Quirrel was in fact found in the library where he was enthusiastically working. The Pale King was sure he had never seen another bug which was that positive.

Once the Pale King had entered the library, Quirrel looked up from his work and bowed: “Your majesty.”

“We are here to introduce you to our child.”, the Pale King said and stepped aside so that Hollow came into view.

“Hollow, this is Quirrel, he will be your teacher for non verbal communication. And Quirrel, this is Hollow... current heir of the throne.” It felt strange saying this but at the same time it also felt good. The more the Pale King accepted Hollow as his child the more he had the feeling he might be able to move on.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, pale heir.”, Quirrel said.

Pale heir, now that sounded like an official title and made the Pale King a tiny bit uncomfortable. One day he had to get Hollow to the public... but he wasn't ready now. And neither seemed to be Hollow because they opened their journal and showed something to Quirrel.

“Well then, Hollow, then please just address me as Quirrel.”, Quirrel said. “Do you have any important business to do right now or would you like to have a first lesson for sign language right away?”

Hollow glanced over to the Pale King and he knew that they wanted to hear more about it, he could feel it from their stare alone. “We can stay and attend your first lesson.”, the Pale King said, leaning against a bookshelf.

“Great.”, Quirrel said and cleaned up his work space in lightning speed, amazing the Pale King.

“We could use an assistant like you in the workshop.”, he muttered more to himself, not being aware that he was heard.

“By living and working with Lady Monomon I had to learn how to make space for more research quickly.”, Quirrel cheerily said. “Let's begin the lesson, shall we?”

Hollow nodded and sat down, practically bouncing with excitement.

“When it comes to sign language there are different versions.”, Quirrel started. “Because not every bug possesses fingers. I myself have four of them. What about you, your majesty?”

The Pale King pulled his sleeve back to reveal his clawed hand. “Claws.”, he said, “But four like you. I can move them freely.”

“Hollow?”, Quirrel said and Hollow was staring at their “hands”. Or stubs what it was. These clearly weren't fingers they were possessing.

“Ah well, I guess we have to use the simplest form of sign language then...”, Quirrel started but Hollow shook their head and stared at their stubs. The void at them started to swirl and it looked like it melted, making not only Quirrel but also the Pale King staring in shock. Their void body wasn't supposed to be melting, the worst thing that could happen was their shade cracking through their shell. The Pale King straightened his posture, ready to stop Hollow but then a popping sound was heard and they... had gained fingers.

They made a little excited jump at their success and the Pale King was at their side in a flash. “Hollow, that is amazing! You can change your body!”, he said, taking their newly formed fingers into his own claws, examining this. “What else can you do? Did you know you could do this all this time? Is that how you eat?”

“Ahem.”, the voice of Quirrel came. “I am glad that you are so supportive of your child's ability, but I believe we wanted to hold a lesson.”

“Our apologies.”, the Pale King said and went back to lean against the shelf while Hollow did the same thing with their other stub, now possessing two very functioning hands, flexing the fingers for a bit.

Quirrel smiled at both of them and then said: “Then let us properly begin.” (Author's note: So, a question for my readers. I was thinking about including some of the other vessels in this fic, the one we saw in game with a less than happy ending. They wouldn't play the largest roles, but I started to develop them in my mind and I would really like to include them. The main focus would of course still stay with PK and Hollow. Alright and now the usual “headcanon time”: I like to think that Monomon was quite of an airhead. A brilliant mind, but more often than not she would have her head in the clouds. That is why she wrote the letter in code absentmindedly, the same code you see in the lore tablets in the archives. As a plant I like to think that White Lady don't really have to eat when she roots herself, getting all the energy from the ground, but she still likes the taste and can store eaten food as like emergency energy. Hollow's shape shifting abilities? Actually canon, look at Pure Vessel's void tendril attack. I really like the little stubs of the child vessels but I don't think that they would just gain fingers by transforming, that is a deliberate choice. For how Hollow was wielding their nail before they had fingers? By curling the stub around, like we see in game with Ghost or Broken Vessel. Also, I had planned to make this family dinner scene just fluffy, but NOPE, sudden angst!) Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/614026182742114304/title-off-balance-chapter-5-fandom-hollow

#hollow knight #fanfiction #the pale king #the white lady #root/wyrm #the pure vessel #hegemol #quirrel #littlewritesstuff #pk needs therapy #so does hollow

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usofuckinpreciouswhenunvm · 6 years

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3 key things to take from the Blake kissing Sun

The 1st things is that Blake giving Sun a kisses is not something Blake would just do randomly I mean think about Blake has always been a character in the shadows a very lowkey character what reason would she have giving Sun a kiss like Sun Wukong the most enthusiastic high energy character in Rwby because guys if were being honest the last person she mostly likey gave a kiss to was Adam you know that crazy ass murdering rampage manipulating ex boyfriend you'd think she'd be more mindful and aware of who she trust but she choose to trust Sun.

The 2nd key point is that some people keep on saying this was just a goodbye kiss not even people are actually saying a peck "leave me alone kiss" and if those are the case then why would Blake say "I hope to see you again" after kissing Sun I don't know about y'all but Blake literally kissed him hoping to see him again your telling me that there is 0% implications of any romantic motives and that's its 100% platonic? Think about it Blake knows Sun likes her why would she just play with his emotions like that and we as an audience know Blake definitely feels some type of way towards Sun this was heavily implied in volume 3 ch 2 were she Blushes at him Volume 5 ch 5 were they were openly flirtatious towards each other a lot of volume 4-5 they acted like a married couple esspicaly the finale of volume 5 were she's worried about him even tho there's actually know real threat at the moment your telling me that kiss was just"FRIENDSHIP KISSES"😂 because I kiss my friends goodbye to after being openly flirtatious asf.

And the 3rd key point if it was a platonic kiss why couldnt Blake kiss Ilia? No like serious question because the kiss in some peoples point of view was just a goodbye kiss? So why couldn't she kiss Ilia because instead of a kiss she hugged her? The reason she hugged her is because thats were the friendship really implies the "hug" because all though Ilia likes Blake you can't change the fact that Blake unfourtanely doesn't feel the same way but wait Sun likes Blake to and since Blake kissing Sun happened that's were the romantic implies that's why they had both hugs and kiss separate from each other to show the difference in relationship

#rwby #rwby 6 #rwby spoliers #sun x blake #blake belladonna #sun wukong #blacksun #eclipse #little rant #shipping #rwby blacksun

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I can't get on FR at the moment, so I'll ask some whole clan questions instead. 1) Do your clan members own their own share of the clan's territory or is it communally owned? 2) If a natural resource (a lode of rare minerals, a pocket of concentrated magic, etc) is discovered, how does the clan decide what to do with it? 3) Do y'all ever host visiting entertainers? Is there enough of a market for traveling plays or concert tours to schedule event dates in or near your territory?

These are great! I’ve been thinking about them for a while now.

1) Do your clan members own their own share of the clan's territory or is it communally owned?

It is super communal. They all share a single lair-complex that has an area for fae nests, a communal swimming/bathing area, etc. They’ve nearly excavated the entire hill at their current location because they keep collecting Ridgeback and Guardians.

There are places where a certain dragon can be found the most that will be named after them (”Nocturnal’s” library, “Moira’s” kitchen) but the hatchlings are also taught by Fade in the library, and anyone hungry can be in the kitchen. Some of them don’t even have dedicated sleeping spots. Of course, if a dragon wants a bit more personal space, they can take it. Sunstone’s Wartoad has its own pen outside the lair, and some of the Guardians and Snappers spent private time outside the complex in areas that feel more “theirs.”

2) If a natural resource (a lode of rare minerals, a pocket of concentrated magic, etc) is discovered, how does the clan decide what to do with it?

This is actually a big point of contention in the current lair-complex! The whole thing is built on a ley line, so Nature magic-wielding dragons are just wildly overpowered. The current Matriarch does literally nothing to regulate this, and any other resources that are found are just used haphazardly. Ajatar and Glory, who are both vying to take over (but not together) see this as a MASSIVE WASTE and really want to be in charge so the clan can be run more... uh... effectively. But neither of them have access to Nature magic, so if the Matriarch decides to put up a fight, they’re in trouble.

The clan also has a single hoard and a Guardian to protect it. Deposits and withdrawals are made with a bookkeeper (currently an NPC) who basically hears petitions and gives out money to the ones he finds worthy. Sunstone wants ANOTHER Wartoad? Probably not. Petal wants to pay Tetanus so she can be a Pearlcatcher instead of a Fae, which will allow her to keep track of all her research? Yeah, that’s cool. Oh, you just need socks? We have those. Take them, for the love of the Gladekeeper.

3) Do y'all ever host visiting entertainers? Is there enough of a market for traveling plays or concert tours to schedule event dates in or near your territory?

My clan loves few things more than visiting entertainers! Some of them (Barry, Tetched) found the welcome so warm that they decided to stay behind and leave their travels behind. Any troupe that comes through is guaranteed to have a packed, if rowdy and enthusiastic, audience in the little venue the clan treetender formed from a ring of trees her mate planted. Assuming the troupe can handle crowd interactions and the occasional drunken “guest star,” there’s a ton of treasure and barter to be had.

(One of Ajatar’s kids just joined a lore troupe and will be coming back through in a bit. It’s my first lore collab/share and I am SUPER EXCITED one of my dragons is active in a lore clan. :D )

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watupph · 7 years

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SEVEN NEW FETE STAGES TO INCLUDE IN YOUR STAGE-HOPPING LIST

by Rogin Losa

Fete de la Musique is the ultimate festival for musicians and audiences alike. This music festival in June 17 is a free for all event. With it’s genre-based stages, cheap food, and booze, this day is the ultimate adventure for local audiophiles. And what’s Fete without a little stage hopping?

Here’s a little 101 on Fete if you’re new to it. You have the great and the constants: Blues Soul Funk, Bedroom Beats, Rock, Reggae, and the infamous Indie stage. But have you heard of the newest ones this year that are bringing the awesome and the weird? We got all the details straight from the productions’ organizing them. Get your fingers ready to click ‘going’ for we rounded it all up for you!

7. Basement Stage (Finders Keepers)

The modern speakeeasy, Finders Keepers, is fusing the old school with new beats. Looking for this place is already an adventure within itself. If you want the old school jive of hip hop— this is the basement to be at. Match that with the bar’s laidback atmosphere, it’s cool mysterious vibe, and the best handcrafted drinks. This stage is bringing Netflix’s The Getdown to life. We have Carmela Ramirez, Marketing Executive of Finders Keepers to give us the lowdown.

EXPECT THIS: The Basement Stage is will feature DJ sets by Abdel Aziz and Roy de Borja, plus live performances by hip-hop duo Dante & Amigo and electronic artist Earl of Manila.

STAY IF YOU WANT: A mix of artists you can dance, groove and getdown to - whether spinning your familiar favourite tracks or perfoming their orignals.

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: It's perfect for lovers of electronic beats, hiphop, and r&b. Loosely inspired by Netflix series The Getdown - Finders Keepers wants to have an old school vibe with songs, not only of the past but also the present and future. Anyone who loves music and wants to getdown with us should come to our stage at Fete dela Musique!

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6. UNKNWN Stage (UNKNWN)

UNKNWN started last 2016 and collaborates for the growth in quality for music driven event experiences locally. There’s a lot to expect from this young organization. They’re known for producing parties at unexpected locations and curate the overall experience; from set design, visuals and most importantly, music. What to expect in music is a bit unknwn to us. But to unveil some of that mystery, their production manager, Celine Ferros decided to help us out.

EXPECT THIS: First off, our venue—The Social on Ebro is brand new and will only launch the week of Fete de la Musique. This will be interesting for people keen on food parks and craft beer. It's a cool place to hangout in the heart of Poblacion, Makati. Second, you may expect all UNKNWN residents to be playing groovy records all night. Third, we are decorating the place with that special UNKNWN touch. Fourth, we will be giving away our infamous abanicos. And lastly, a fun and inclusive vibe from the UNKNWN community.

STAY IF YOU WANT: The music to keep you groovin'.

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: It’s perfect for people who want to have fun dancing, at the same time chillin' with friends. Also perfect for people who want to discover underground music.

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5. Mount Zion Stage (Puro Vida)

Kick it at the beach while being in the concrete jungle of Makati. Puro Vida Manila is one of the stages that’s bringing you the best of reggae. There’s so much to see and hear at their first year in Fete. To give you an insight on what they have in store, we had one of Puro Vida’s owners Renato Robles to transport you to the tropical grooves of paradise.

EXPECT THIS: You can expect a different vibe from what you're used to see in the festival. This will be our first year to participate and we aim for Pura Vida to trasnport you to a beach far away from the city filled with great people, unique artists and the best vibes.

STAY IF YOU WANT: The homey and warm feeling of a beach party filled with the best local and international reggae acts in a friendly and chill environment! There’s Coffee Break Island, Supermikki, Lady I, DJ Lion from Jamaica and many more in Mount Zion.

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: Everyone who wants to have a little break from the city to unwind, meet new people and dance while listening to the greatest reggae hits.

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4. Disco Mathilde Stage (Bar Mathilde)

What else is there to describe the funkiness that could fuel the soul train to run again? Disco Mathilde’s event description says it all…

• 2 mounded tablespoons of je ne sais quoi

• Half a liter of early funk

• Quarter ounce of vintage soul

• A heaping scoop of uptempo vibes

• Attractive drink specials, to taste

If that’s not enough to get your disco balls spinning, let Bar Mathilde co-owner, Roy Murakami help you ease up.

EXPECT THIS: The stage is going to be a low-key affair, like a lot of the vibe of our place: a live band sandwiched between 2 DJs. It'll feel more like a house party with early funk, vintage soul, and a lot of cool upbeat rarities, with a live band of the same ilk between two DJ sets. We'll probably up the vibe as the night gets later.

STAY IF YOU WANT: Our place and our stage is going to feel like a low-key house party with a killer set going on. No drama. No douchebags. Just killer music, solid drinks, and good people. Proper.

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: All the awesome people out there that know a good thing when they hear and see and taste it – those that can chill out with similar dressed-down top-shelf people that don't feel the need for any kind of pretension. If our lineup and our venue sound like your slice of bread, we're happy to have y'all swing on by.

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3. CIRCUS STAGE (20:20 and XX XX)

This is probably one of the coolest or weirdest stage ever in local Fete history. Like UNKNWN, there’s not much detail to what they have in store for their first year. They do have the equation of circus, dance, music and art performances. Why don’t we check the funhouse out with the people from 20:20 and XX XX?

EXPECT THIS: Electrifying dance floor music ranging from house, techno and nu-disco at XX XX. Party rocking DJ sets ranging from pop, rnb, hip hop, 80s, new wave, funk at 20:20.

STAY IF YOU WANT: Awesome party vibes. We'll have live circus performances. It’s a monthly concept we do where we showcase live performances over 3 stages.

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: For people who want to taste quality drinks, paired with quality music DJ sets.

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2. New Wave Stage (Acceler8)

Let’s go do a Marty Mcfly and go back in time. Grab your boomboxes and raise them up high. If you want your life to be a John Hughes movie, this is the place to be at. Acceler8 is throwing the ultimate New Wave throwback to the 80s. We have Acceler8’s Marketing Officer, Ludwig Alejandro, to take us back to the future of this stage.

EXPECT THIS: Throwback from the 80’s. This stage is for the people who appreciates the tune of The Smiths, Tears For Fears, The Cure, Depeche Mode and the like. This won’t be a cover stage however. This stage will showcase local bands that will highlight the style and diversity of New Wave.

STAY IF YOU WANT: Definitely good music and free/cheap booze.

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: This is perfect for anyone who wants to have a good time and a smooth ride back to the 80’s.

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1. Rock N Roll Stage (Rough Stuff Entertainment)

This stage is probably the Rock Stage’s cooler older brother…except he’s technically the younger one. This is the first stage of it’s kind in our local Fete De La Musique. Expect a wave of nostalgia and an overdose of sexy as they bring the golden age of Rock n Roll at The Roadhouse Manila Bay. We have Chana Mongaya, account manager of Rough Stuff, to excite us even further.

EXPECT THIS: Music buffs shall expect heavy doses of sexy, riff maddening guitar driven rock show. This stage is surely going to bring nostalgia to all of us. It offers a fusion of Southern Rock, Blues, Funk, and Progressive original music in the styles of The Beatles to Guns N' Roses, and everything in between.” she said.

STAY IF YOU’RE DOWN FOR: Our headliners Razorback and Kjwan fit the rock n' roll bill like a glove. Supported by the diversity of our talented pool of upcoming rock n' roll artists such as Gin Rum N’ Truth, Whiskey Version, Hey Moonshine, and Black Wolf Gypsies. In addition, our female-fronted bands (whom have been sonic scientists since birth) will bang your head like a metronome with their funky grooves and vocal prowess.This is the return of rock n’ roll in the new generation’s perspective.

Also, there are raffle prices! Who wants to take home a guitar signed by the main acts? (Thanks to our sponsor SQOE Guitars Philippines) We are also eyeing on inviting a rock n roll icon! Guess who?

THE STAGE IS PERFECT FOR: It’s perfect for the Rock N Roll enthusiasts, peace lovers, the unorthodox, free-spirited souls, short of being modern local hippies that have voices to speak, live their beliefs and just have a good time. It’s a stage with no discernment of gender, age, or social status. No labels but just pure music and 100% Rock N' Roll.

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#fete de la musique #new wave #rock n roll #circus #mount zion #reggae #accelr8 #rough stuff entertainment #rogin losa #20:20 #news #makati #stage hopping #opm #philippines

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