I got hit with the nostalgia stick so now I gotta know how AGSZC try to play Just Dance
Things That Happen When AGSZC Play Just Dance
• Sephiroth walks in on the four of them doing a concerningly perfect rendition Baby One More Time and suddenly understands what Reno meant when he referred to them as a "fruit bowl."
• They ask him to join, but Sephiroth claims he's not much of a dancer, and he'd feel uncomfortable. Zack convinces him to play through manipulative use of puppy dog eyes. Sephiroth caves and him and Zack end up doing Timber (Sephiroth plays as the panda).
• Genesis keeps losing his shit when his score isn't high enough, and launching his Wii remote into the wall. It gets to a point where Angeal gets a silicon cover for his remote and ties it around his wrist like the petulant child that he is.
• Zack is so sweaty and hyperactive that Cloud twice believed he was having a stroke. Zack doesn't care about scores, it's all about "showing off his sick moves and having fun!"
• Zack Gangnam Styles into the glass door at one point and shatters it.
• Genesis is doing the absolute most to get a high score and failing, meanwhile Sephiroth is only casually dancing and scoring effortlessly.
• It's notable to mention that the reason Genesis is doing so poorly is because he refuses to "adhere to these ridiculously outdated dance moves" and comes up with his own, improved moves on the spot because "his are better"
• Angeal (owner of the Wii) has a heart attack when Zack backflips into the TV. He's fucking perplexed. The dance didn't even call for a backflip. Angeal doesn't understand anything anymore. Oh. There he goes again. Backflipping into Cloud's face. Zack might need to be sedated soon.
• The guys keep fighting over characters, testing their friendship in a way nothing ever has before. Sephiroth tries to settle these disputes by having them rock-paper-scissors over who gets to be which character. While they're distracted, Sephiroth selects the character he wants.
• Genesis and Sephiroth perform Careless Whisper so seductively, afterwards Angeal asks them if they have something to share with the group.
• At one point Cloud realizes that he doesn't actually need to be doing all the dancing. He can just move the controller and get a good score. He does this once and outscores Genesis, who promptly tries to use his secured Wii remote as a nun-chuck and terrorizes Cloud with it.
• They do Rasputin and on the first squat, Zack's knees give out (ironically) so he ends up in fetal position on the floor. No one wants to pause the dance, so they Rasputin around him in a circle. Lazard pops his head in the room, sees this, and assumes they're performing a ritual.
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Hi, just want to say, glad to have found your blog. I'm newbie sebaciel fan. Can I ask, have you ever thought of Ciel and Sebastian's relationahip as platonic (like father and son)? So, I got blocked by my anime group when I told them I ship SebaCiel. They told me that is so weird and pedo. And SebaCiel fans are long gone....
"Can't you just love Black Butler without shipping them. Their relationship is just master-servant and develop become kinda like father and son. So just wholesome relationship". That is why they say...
So when I read your pinned post, I was like "yes that is all true"....
Actually I love age gap ship like Sebaciel, Goyuu, and Ereri, and finally I can be proud of that...
Thanks for your blog.
Hello darling! 🖤
Oh, S/C fans are all over the fandom! We're still the majority of the shipping scene here.
We're never going to be gone, I think, since S/C pedalled this entire community since the very beginning when it was weird to NOT ship these two together.
I'm sorry it happened to you though.
To answer you... I've never thought about them as a father and son, but I thought about the weird pattern of inheritance in Yana's work. In her relatively old post, Yana states that Ciel has inherited the "evil mind" of his from Vincent and then was further corrupted by being "raised" by a demon. She clearly uses a different wording but that's the point. Because of this, I think that paternal inheritance in BB is viewed as a corrupting, negative trait. To be like one's father for Ciel is to be like Vincent: a notably "evil" person he was not close to.
Do you ever hear Ciel talk about his father with anything but distant reverence? We know from the extended Twin Twist (which I am still adamant was not in the original draft) that Ciel was sickly and barely spent time with his family on vacations and such. He was sick when his twin and his father cooked. He was not meant to be an earl. Ciel Phantomhive does not have a wholesome relationship with his father.
I don't think anything in BB points out a father-son dynamic between Ciel and his demon-dog-thing and if it did, it would be one based on corruption. They're not "wholesome", Sebastian is quite literally going to consume Ciel meanwhile Ciel has an "unhealthy" contractual bond with him and bends him to his will. If you put "fatherly" into this, it becomes more fucked up?
A father who is doomed to destroy you and mold you into his perfect object of possession? A child who has full control over their presumed parental figure and is taunted by him to the point of breaking when he, finally, decides to have mercy? If THAT isn't more fucked up than our usual S/C, then I don't know what is.
I have thought about them as platonic in the sense of having a close connection of a primal kind without necessarily fucking or kissing? If that even counts as platonic if you're the prey and he's your personal predator? I'm not sure it counts as fully platonic because the desire of primal nature is still there.
Thank you though! And have a fun time around here!
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Was thinking about the JNOR vs Neo fight and I gotta wonder, aside from fulfilling the cool fight quota for the volume. What was the point of the fight itself? Why engage directly with Neo when they had already recovered the Relic? Especially when they were now on the run from the Atlas Military.
They should be bolting for the nearest exit and getting the hell out of there instead of engaging in a time consuming fight. Sure, Neo would most definitely follow and likely still get the Relic but chase scenes can be just as exciting as a regular fight and anything beats Oscar rushing towards his assailant to fight instead of fleeing to safety.
100% this. As you say, chase scenes can be fantastic (with RWBY potentially needing a re-do after that Oscar kidnapping scene...) and one would make more sense for this moment than a head-to-head fight. Engaging with Neo on her terms just a) provides more time for the military to find them, b) provides more opportunities for Neo to snatch the Relic, and c) raises the likelihood that someone will be hurt/killed. As a fighting show we do expect RWBY to have lots of cool, epic fights. However, that expectation doesn't release the writers from having to come up with reasons for why this fight exists. Looking back, I think there's a host of battles and violent interactions in Volumes 6-8 that feel like they exist solely because of those genre expectations, not because that's the smartest/safest move for the group to make. And yes, those two motivations are notable because LOTS of fights in these Volumes are not scenarios where the heroes have been forced to defend themselves; more and more they have the power to choose when they draw their weapons and against who.
Of course, humans being humans you don't have to (and really shouldn't) have your characters making The Right Choice all the time, but then we need solid characterization reasons for why this is happening. For example, let's clean up Oscar's entire merge storyline. How much of him is now Ozpin (who is a crazy powerful fighter) and how does that intersect with the fact that he was a civilian farmer who, frankly, still has had very little training and combat experience, especially compared to the rest of his team? Answer that and, I believe, you'll have an Oscar who isn't ready to be facing off against these villains, but is desperate to prove himself to his teammates and the guy inhabiting his head. Now you've got a halfway decent setup for Oscar rushing Neo, but the rest of the group should have wanted to flee from the start. Let Oscar make a mistake in trying to 1v1 a woman he has no hope of beating and the fight comes about as a result of the others attempting to help him.
But, you know, this is still the show where the group carried the supposedly grimm-attracting, definitely hunted by villains Relic around on their belts instead of locking it in the vault made explicitly to keep Relics safe... so no, often the writers aren't thinking through good motivations for these fights.
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so i’ve been drawing ulster cycle/tain bo cuailnge characters for a while now and a problem that i have repeatedly run into is that i have no idea how these people dress. their clothes always end up looking wrong and i don’t know where to look to find good info about it or references to work from, and it can be difficult to differentiate the more faithful depictions from the stereotypical “ancient celtic warrior” stuff, especially since i’m not well versed in most of the texts they’re based on. do you have any advice/resources/tips/anything to help? thanks :)
i am not particularly an expert on historic clothing and i have to admit it's not an area i have a great deal of knowledge about in the context of the ulster cycle specifically but here are some thoughts!
a good starting point would be the descriptions of clothes within the texts themselves. so you can just go to the online edition of o'rahilly's translations (recension 1 / book of leinster) and search a word like "cloak" or "tunic" and get all the descriptions of cloaks and tunics that show up in the story itself. e.g:
this is a good starting point bc what you'll be representing is at least clothing as it's presented in these stories even if it doesn't necessarily 100% represent historical fact, because it's often stylised, idealised, uses colours for symbolic value rather than practicalities of dyeing etc
(here's a link to the index of translated texts on this part of the CELT site if you wanna have a browse for others)
but that can be tricky without visual references which is where you start needing other sources
and that's where it's worth noting that the ulster cycle texts are set a long time before they're written, but the material culture in the stories is generally neither a historically accurate representation of the distant past, or a totally contemporary and up-to-date depiction of what people were wearing at the time (bc there's a degree of archaising and trying to make stuff sound old and also drawing on earlier sources). so you end up with multiple options for what period you might be trying to represent -- ~1st cent BCE when they're set? ~8th cent when our earliest surviving stories show up? ~11th-12th cent when TBC was written in its surviving form?
the good news is that you can probably learn a lot from reenactors and experimental archaeologists and living history types -- from vikings in ireland through to normans in ireland is pretty well covered in that regard, but there's some earlier bronze-iron age stuff as well, and that should give you some visual references to draw on. i'm sure some more reenactment and living history minded followers of mine will have specific recs for resources there, but you could try looking at the UCD experimental arch folks, craggaunowen living history centre in the west of ireland (they have a video on weaving and clothing), the dublinia museum for viking-age stuff, etc
and the big advantage of the texts not being "historically accurate" themselves is that you don't have to stick too closely to a specific century or whatever if you don't want to! not that the basic design of a tunic would change a huge amount but if you wanna mix and match the vibes somewhat, nobody could really call you out on it
the HARDEST part is probably representing armour, which shows up fairly rarely, but you've got things like cu chulainn's 27 'waxed shirts' and i've seen various theories about what that's supposed to entail but i don't think there's a definite answer. having said that, most of the time he's not wearing that so you can just... ignore it, if you want to and don't want to conform to any specific theory about it lol
finally you can't go wrong with tunics. just layers of tunics. long tunics under short tunics. tunics with cloaks. fancy tunics. simple tunics. people loved a tunic
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Sneasler kids at the day care?
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'It's fine,' the daycare worker thought, 'They're kids. They're just kids. Sure it's all FIVE of them instead of just the two good ones, but they're still kids. It's not like they're going to set the daycare on fire again, right? They've GOT to have learned their lesson by now.'
It was always a delight and a nightmare to have the Sneasler kids in the daycare, especially when it was all five. Everyone knew Lady Sneasler's position, and they knew her oldest couldn't babysit all the time, so it was understandable why sometimes all of them had to be dropped off instead of just one or two.
Pip (Pipilin), the youngest, was always a favorite. They were known for consistently being the most well-behaved in the toddler section, as well as the sweetest and kindest child most of the daycare workers had ever met. Memmie (Memara), the oldest aside from Ingo, was always a close second, what with being so well-behaved as well. However, she always had problems with speaking up, and she never really meshed well with other kids and usually ended up just reading quietly in a corner by herself.
It was the Middle Sneasler kids that were the problem. Surs (Surxis) was always a bit of an issue, often joining other rowdy kids to cause trouble and trying to cover up any other trouble that other kids tried to cause. He was very often a problem kid, and if it wasn't for his selflessness, he'd be on the special list of naughty kids. And then there were the twins.
Tellie and Anai (Tellid and Anyde). It was their consistent goal to make the top of the list of bad kids without getting banned. Scolding didn't even work on them. In fact, the scolding seemed to encourage them. They wouldn't even stay in Time-Out no matter what lock was put on the gate. Multiple times the two of them managed to either pick the lock or just break it, and then they'd be running around causing havoc again. There was practically no way to stop them aside from picking them up and handing them directly to their mother. Until now.
Lord Labast Braviary himself had finally entered the building. The regular daycare workers had done their best and had given up, finally caving and deciding to call in the owner. He was… a lot less intimidating in person. The newest daycare worker stared at him in confusion, looking him up and down. They knew he was a Noble, but… he just didn't seem 'Noble'.
"(You sure he can handle them?)" they asked their coworker. "(He seems kinda…)"
"(Painfully mundane with serious college student vibes?)" their coworker mumbled back, not quite as quiet as she could've been. "(Yeah, I know. Just trust him. He's worked his magic before, he can do it again.)"
"(Would you two just shut up and get back to work?!)" their supervisor hissed, making the both of them jump and scatter. The supervisor watched Labast for a few moments, then went back to her work.
As predicted, the twins were already causing chaos. Those who dared watch in the corners wondered what Lord Braviary would do. Would he tell them he knows their mother personally and use that to his advantage? Would he try to bribe them? Would he use his status alone to intimidate them? Only those who had worked there longer knew for sure what he'd do, and even then they were on the edges of their metaphorical seats.
He didn't call them over, that was the first surprise. Instead, Labast walked up to the twins himself and loudly cleared his throat to catch their attention. The twins looked up at his glaring face and crossed arms, excitedly awaiting their awaited chewing-out.
"What, bird-brain?" Anai asked, her sibling snickering next to her. There was no response to the insult, not even a slight change in expression. He gestured down to what they were doing, cocking an eyebrow as if to ask for details.
"Makin' a paint bomb," Tellie responded cheerfully, meeting his stare with malicious defiance. "Whatcha gonna do about it? Gonna get mad? Gonna call our mom?"
Labast closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The twins got ready for the chewing-out, delighted in their accomplishments. However, instead of an angry lecture about not being a menace or anything like that, he let out a heavy sigh as his expression melted into a sad look.
"No, I'm not going to get angry," he said calmly, his gentle tone shaking the twins to their very core and filling them with dread. He opened his eyes, looking at them in a way that made them wish sincerely he wasn't about to say what they thought he was about to say.
"I'm just disappointed in you two."
The wave of Fatherly Disappointment™ hit the entire room like a Boss Monster attack. Tellie and Anai stopped what they were doing and looked down at their feet in shame, silently begging for him to not continue.
"I expected better from you two," Labast continued, crouching down to their level to talk to them in a low and sad tone. "Your mother loves you very dearly, she brags about you guys all the time. I know you both are wonderful kids. If your mother were here to see this, I'm sure it would break her heart."
The twins trembled as they struggled to hold back tears, Anyde sniffling a little. Labast reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small container of tissues, offering it to them. In this final tipping point gesture, the twins burst into tears, sobbing loudly.
"W-we're sorry!" Tellid sobbed.
"We-we'll be good!" Anyde cried.
The daycare staff stared in partially horrified amazement as Labast kindly helped wipe away tears and snot with tissues, comforting them as they cried and vowed to behave.
The twins behaved almost perfectly for the remainder of the day, cleaning up the messes they'd made with the help of Lord Braviary. He was certainly good at what he did, and everyone knew it.
Regardless, the twins were not the only Sneasler kids in the daycare.
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Due to prior issues, Surxis had been separated from his younger twin siblings and moved from the 'little kids' area to the 'big kids' area with his older sister Memara. The layout was as such: Pipilin in the 'really little kids' area, Tellid and Anyde in the 'little kids' area, and Surxis and Memara in the 'big kids' area. Sure, Surs was the youngest and least mature in the area, but only by a little.
Memmie had been reading alone in a corner as per usual. She always behaved herself, so no one usually bothered to watch her or the quiet corner she spent her time in. Noticing this, one of the older boys snuck over to where she was, knowing no one would pay attention to what happened over there.
"Hey bookworm," the boy scoffed, smirking as he stood over Memmie. "What book is that? 'How to be an Ugly Nerd Nobody Likes'?" He wasn't particularly good at insults yet.
"Um… no," Memmie mumbled, trying to hide behind her book in shame. "I-it's, um, a-a book about trains my brother gave me…"
"Looks dumb," the boy said, grabbing her book and yanking it away from her, looking at the pictures with an unimpressed look on his face. "What's this, a Human book? You a Human in disguise? Maybe I should tell the Royal Guard about the secret ugly little Human nerd reading dumb little Human nerd books."
"P-please give that back," Memmie said, her voice a bit louder as she reached for the book. The boy held the book higher out of her reach, smiling maliciously at her.
"Why would I?" he smirked, an evil glint in his eye. "You're an evil ugly Human. In fact, maybe I should just rip it up!"
"Please don't!" Memmie squeaked, getting up and starting to cry. "My brother gave that to me! Please don't damage it!"
"Maybe your brother is secretly a Human too! It would make sense why you both look so weird and ugly!" the boy cackled, bringing his other hand to a page of the book and starting to tug. The smallest tear appeared at the bottom. Memmie cried, too scared of drawing attention to herself to scream.
A flying building block hit the boy directly in the back of the head, doing 3 damage.
"Agh!" he yelled, removing his hand from the page and holding the back of his head. "Who threw that?!" He quickly turned around to look at the room, glaring. Surs stood there, still in the position of having just thrown something.
"PUT DOWN MY SISTER'S BOOK YOU BULLY!!" he screamed, catching everyone's attention. "THAT'S HER PRIVATE PROPERTY!! RIPPING HER BOOK IS DESTRUCTION OF PRIVATE PROPERTY!! MY MOM'S GONNA SUE YOU!! SHE'S GONNA SUE YOU AND YOU'LL HAVE TO LIVE IN A BOX!!!"
"WHAT is going on here?!" a daycare assistant said, running over to the ruckus.
"He threw a block at my head!" the boy yelled, pointing at Surs accusatorily. "She dropped her book and I was just giving it back to her and he threw a block at my head!"
"SLANDER AND LIES!!" Surs screeched, picking up another block to throw at him.
"ENOUGH!" the daycare assistant said, grabbing the block from Surs and glaring. She looked over at Memmie who had clearly been crying, and she lowered her voice. "Memara? Can you tell me who is telling the truth?"
All eyes were on Memmie. Her heart started racing faster, and her throat tightened. She burst into sobs, running over to the daycare assistant and latching onto her apron and sobbing into it.
"H-he called me an u-ugly Human!" she sobbed, her voice muffled by the fabric. "H-he was gon-gonna rip up m-my book!"
"He said what?" the assistant said carefully and angrily, glaring daggers into the kid. "Marcol. Book. Now." She held her hand out, and the boy shuffled over guiltily and handed it over.
The daycare assistant handed the book back to Memmie, who then opened it up and showed the little tear the boy had made in the page. This was very impressive for her. Normally she wouldn't even dare telling on someone, much less show the evidence of it.
"Marcol!" the daycare assistant gasped, furious. "We are going to call your mother right now and you are going to tell her EXACTLY what you did to Memmie's book."
She looked over at Surs, her glare still incidental on her face. "And Surxis?" she said, her voice still firm.
"What?" Surs said, ready to get punished for throwing things again.
"… Next time, tell one of the daycare assistants before you throw something," she said, her voice softening a bit. "Other than that, it was very kind of you to help your sister. I'll remember to mention that to your mother next time I see her." She then let Memmie go and grabbed onto the boy's arm, leading him to the office to call his mother.
The positive affirmation shook Surxis. It was amazing. Once he had gotten over the most of the shock, he ran over to his older sister to comfort her.
"I promise I'll protect you Memmie," he said, using his shirt sleeve to help wipe away her tears. "Nobody will pick on you while I'm here. I'll punch em' in the face if I gotta."
"Th-thank you Surs," Memmie choked, sniffling as she hugged her book tightly. "You're the best."
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In the 'really little kids' area, everything was business as usual. Babies were consoled, toddlers were giggling or crying, and Pipilin was having the time of their life stacking blocks in one tall tower.
A four-legged monster toddler came over to their tower and knocked it down, giggling all the while.
"No no, makkit beeeeg!" Pip said, stretching their arms up high. "Then makkit go pwshhhhh!" They swung their arms down and to the side so fast they fell over onto their side. Instead of crying like most other toddlers, this just made them giggle.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeg!" the other kid squeaked, giggling and pushing over some of the fallen blocks to build it up again.
"Yah!" Pip squeaked excitedly, sitting up again and grabbing blocks in their tiny little hands and building the tower again. "Mommy sez gotta make th' bottom big so ih' dun' fall over!"
"Hehehe, bottom is butt," the other toddler giggled before picking up a piece with their mouth and putting it halfhazardly on the pile. "Block butt!"
"Block butt!" Pip giggled.
Their entire time was spent building up a tower as high as they could and knocking it down repeatedly. They make five whole friends that day.
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