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mchiimii · 2 years

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Jamais Vu | BTS [Twenty-Five]

➜ Genre: Fantasy; Fanfiction

➜ Tags: fluff; angst; alternate universe; Alice in wonderland AU; flower shop AU; reincarnation; magic; soulmates AU

➜ Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (T)

➜ Pairing: BTS x Reader/Reader insert

➜ Warnings: none

➜ Word count: 1.7k

➜ Notes: Hello everyone! I'm finally back T-T. It's been a long time since I updated, and I really apologize for not writing an update. I was so busy with college plus I was very unmotivated to write because I feel like the plot is not interesting anymore? I’ve been contemplating whether to continue it or not :< I feel like the upcoming scenes will bore you because they might look rushed. I just hope you'll still like it even so.

Anyway, I hope you are all doing fine today! Thank you so much again for supporting my work. I'll do my best to finish the novel and probably write a new BTS fic if I have time :)

For now, I shall continue what I left and finally discuss the outline I wrote months ago.

Enjoy!

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"It's Taehee."

"What?"

"Forget it. Let's just go." The White King finally turned his heel once the Cheshire cat locked eyes with him. Seokjin sighed deeply as he walked side by side with the grim reaper.

From afar away, Yoongi had his last glance of the two guardians before fleeing along with the seraph. He sighed as well upon seeing the human's face in the angel's grasp. In just a blink of an eye, the two immortals disappeared to visit the vicinity of deities.

The Hanok village.

Two beaming flares floated in the air as they plummet to the ground of the oracle's manor. The will-o-wisp spiraled around the growing light to shape a structure of a person. Two guardians appeared in the Red King's library, in front of the occupied guardian. Books and papers filled his desk. A fine man in his dark-rimmed glasses continued scribbling the scrolls with a quill. He protruded his chin and furrowed his eyebrows, making the crease on his forehead visible.

Although he felt their presence, he ignored his visitors' whereabouts to look unbothered. The grim reaper cleared his throat to catch his attention, but the oracle acted like he never felt their presence when he had a glimpse of the floating flares just a minute ago.

"Namjoon," Jungkook grumbled.

"Oh, apologies. I was too busy." The oracle settled his glasses on the table with a small, smug smile creeping on his face. He blinked at the two guardians, leaned on one hand, and tilted his head.

"You don't normally visit me for a simple chitchat," he clasped his hands together and leaned a bit forward to spectate his visitors. "Unless it has something to do with unusual causalities."

"Let me guess. It's the human again."

Seokjin snapped his fingers, "Correct!"

Namjoon yawned, "Go on. I'm listening."

"Don't bluff. That birdbath probably told you the gist of it."

The oracle chuckled, "That's true. But maybe if you stop acting petulant, I would have known the whole story."

He looked at the wingless angel then back to the grumpy time guardian. "Perhaps, you came here just because the King told you so."

Jungkook slammed his palms against his table and glared at the oracle. Namjoon rose an eyebrow at his behavior before leaning against his chair.

But before the younger could mutter another sentence, Seokjin put a hand on his shoulder to pat him lightly. He shook his head softly to stop him from starting another fight. The grim reaper stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest with a blank expression on his face.

"We came here to ask for help not start a fight." The White King continued. "Besides, this will be a great chance to tell us everything before you ask him a question."

Jungkook sighed for the nth time as he leaned his rear by the desk. He started telling them how the contract ended, including how the human suddenly forgot her memories with him.

Namjoon hummed and began hypothesizing the reaper's situation. He snapped his fingers and thought of something that might help the three of them. The oracle stood up and walked by the nearest shelf. He hovered his hand over the textbooks with his magic to survey his collection. A book about vengeful spirits started floating just below his hand. It covered all the possible topics about the aforementioned supernatural being, starting from their history and then down to their abilities.

Namjoon settled the book on his table where the other two guardians waited. He opened it with his magic and muttered a question the book may answer. The book flipped the pages by itself and stopped momentarily. A page full of pictures and anecdotes gleamed briefly on the paper when the oracle started enunciating the words.

"What does it say?" Jungkook questioned.

"It's possible that Yeomra cursed the human by erasing her memories with you when he realized she could be the guardian's maiden. The oblivion curse can only be used by vengeful spirits with great resentments."

"So that explains why she couldn't remember you but herself," Seokjin murmured.

Jungkook's hums prolonged as he found himself agreeing with the book's answer. However, before the former moon rabbit would retaliate a question, Namjoon realized something.

"You said the seraph appeared out of nowhere and carried her. That could mean one thing. You weren't there when a spirit was trying to take over her body."

Jungkook nodded. "I couldn't save her from Wonderland's enchantment because of her curse. I tried to explain everything to her but she acted strange. That's when she had the chance to escape. When the seraph appeared with the Cheshire cat, Yuna was unconscious and..."

"And?"

"She looked drained."

Jungkook's gaze wavered when he remembered how the glow of the human's soul evanesced. Maybe it was because he couldn't be there to hold her hand and protect her from the lost spirits. Or because Yeomra's curse worsened her condition when she escaped Wonderland unarmed.

Jungkook is slowly becoming too preoccupied with her. Aside from becoming the guardian's maiden, there was something about her that felt too familiar as if they had both met before. Just like what the wingless angel implied, he shouldn't be confusing her with his previous lover. A conflicting intention will arise between him and Yuna if he does so.

"Her soul radiance falters in the daylight but never at night." he continued.

"Have you ever thought that maybe harming her would lose her radiance?" Seokjin shrugged.

"That could be one." Jungkook pursed his lips.

"But that doesn't seem to explain why her glow is uncategorized."

Jungkook gave the oracle an indescribable look. Namjoon scrunched his forehead and questioned him about his sudden facial expression. The grim reaper tilted his head to the side to gesture at his shelves for another query but Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed.

"Funny how you're the oracle yet you don't look like you know many things."

"I told you for the nth time, we only have three categories of soul radiance: ghost, immortal and mortal." using his fingers, he dictated the three categories to the grim reaper sternly. "If I completely knew something, I could have told you that the moment you saw her." Namjoon deadpanned.

"Alright, enough bickering." Seokjin interrupted. "I thought you have a question you wanted to ask?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Forget it. I'll figure that myself."

Just before Jungkook was about to turn into a will-o-wisp, a book fell in a thud. Namjoon immediately lifted the item with his magic and placed it on his table. The pages flipped and stopped again as texts glowed gold. Jungkook turned around and faced the two guardians out of curiosity.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Namjoon said bluntly. "It looks like the library overheard us. It's giving us a hint."

Namjoon looked at the gleaming title quizzically.

Transmigration. The title says. The three of them huddled together and whispered the passages of the book. As they read the puzzling paragraphs with an open mind, a passage caught Namjoon's attention.

"Wait." he stopped the two from touching the pages with their fingers.

"Transmigration is an act of transferring the spirit of an object or living creature to an unconscious or conscious body. A spell is used to do this process. A prominent emblem is seared on the new host of the transmigrated spirit. For example, if an inanimate object is transferred to a living host, a symbol marks the living host, therefore, indicating that they are under the spell."

"What does that have to do with our situation?" Jungkook asked.

"It's trying to answer our previous question," Seokjin replied.

Namjoon nodded. "Transmigration has something to do with the human and I believe, it has something to do with her soul radiance as well."

"How?"

"I remembered a statement from the book of soul alchemy," the oracle summoned his magic again to make another book appear on his desk. "If two or more souls or spirits are merged, it creates a new variation. The variation modifies its appearance, characteristic and value, thus, creating a new kind."

"So...are you implying that this modification interfered with their development?"

"Yes. If we apply this thought to the situation at hand, we can say that it is possible that the human experienced a transmigration spell and that it modified some of her features. This could mean that her soul radiance is a new variation which is why we couldn't find a specific category of it."

"It's because she has another soul merged with her..." Jungkook trailed off.

"The question is, who cast a spell on her? What kind of spirit was merged with hers? How and when did this happen? Why her of all the other mortals?"

"Woah, chill. We don't know the answer too, Jungkook. I'm pretty sure we can find one if we—"

A loud ringing sound interrupted their conversation. The telephone on the oracle's desk rang a few times before the guardian begrudgingly took the phone and listened to the other side of the line. The goblin's voice pierced his ears. Namjoon answered his call with a question, but the goblin was somewhat in a hurry. He demanded that he and the other guardians should visit Reality for the news he had to share. However, the oracle found it too vague, so Jimin had no choice but to blurt the words he wanted to tell.

"We need your help."

"What happened?"

"Her mother was sent to the hospital last night."

"What's he saying?" Seokjin frowned upon seeing the oracle's expression. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and asked the same thing, so Namjoon turned the speaker on for them to hear.

"Yeomra's probably trying to threaten everyone she knows."

Unfortunately, Namjoon had to end the call after sensing the urgent task. He stood up from his seat and opened some drawers to find a valuable object suitable for blending in with the crowd of mortals.

"Yuna is in danger." he scurried to the books on his desk to hover his hand over them and magically absorb the highlighted statements on the paper. He showed his palm where the words engraved his skin for a moment before it disappeared when he rubbed his palm with his fingers.

"Don't forget to bring your vizards. Tell Hoseok we're staying in Reality."

Without a single question, Jungkook and Seokjin left the library for an unexpected mission.

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the-witches-you-couldnt-burn · 3 years

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It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

#maribat #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #batfam salt #batfam is concerned #Daminette #the aftermath of ‘Like I did with you’#everybody talks by neon trees #max kante has blackmail and will use it #Alix will bite if provoked #dc x mlb #damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng #Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a meta?#supportive Dupain-Cheng parents ❤️

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argentumtonitrua · 5 years

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try + luna maybe?

SEND TRY + A CHARACTER YOU’D LIKE TO SEE ME ( ATTEMPT ) TO WRITE !

ORACLE // YOU ARE A DYING STAR, DIMMER BY THE MOMENT

A cordial smile befitting of a Princess and young Oracle graces her features while her hands come together, almost as if in prayer. However, her gaze doesn’t lack its sharpness as she analyzes everything, planning her words and actions carefully lest they can be misinterpreted and used against her. What a tragedy that she must always be on the lookout for such things.

“ It is a real pleasure to have a small chat. Hope you will forgive my stiffness, it has been quite a while since I’ve last just sat down to talk. “ and even now, the countdown ticks. This chitchat won’t last for long before she has to tear herself away and return to her duties. “ That being said, please do make yourself comfortable. “

#isolov #[ fun fact #Luna is another character I wanted to pick up #tho now looking back @ it #/why/ did I think I could pull it off #no idea #I'm also pretty sure I spent more on the PSD than anything lmao ]

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Tales of the Abyss -Those Who Inherit the Power of Lorelei- Event Report (June 15, 2018)

Just came home from the event a few hours back, and summarized stuff to the best of my abilities!

But, just a fair warning. The TL;DR of the stage play is "Abyss on drugs", as so succinctly put by a friend. And looking at the JP side's tweets, most people seem to be sharing the sentiment and aren't too sure of what they just watched (in a good way, as people seem to have enjoyed it all the same). So tread under the cut with caution...!

The stage play opens with Anise rushing onstage and greeting the audience, waving her penlight (the red one being sold in the venue), followed by Luke and Tear (with penlights too). She seems really excited, and goes along with the thought that everyone's celebrating her birthday. But Luke and Tear would not have any of it, including Mohs, who suddenly appears from the back with several light sticks on hand--think Mohs with red penlights ala Wolverine claws, if that gets the image across. Even Jade pops in as a skit face onscreen, voiced by Koyasu (I think he says something about Ion... about what he might do if he found out? Or something along those lines, my memory's kinda fuzzy in that regard). Even then Luke, Tear, and Anise (but mostly Anise and Luke) spend a lot of time trying to get the crowd hyped up with various iterations of <noun> warukuneeee and getting the crowd to do Raijinken. At least until Asch comes busting in and tells them to cut it out. Which they do, and Asch starts with a serious introduction to the stage play, which gets cut off by Anise doing a really good imitation of him telling them to cut it out earlier, and Anise gets chased off stage by Asch.

And, the stage play starts, with of course, Karma. They did something nice and montage-y with it, where some pre-game events were demonstrated by the cast, like Dist remodeling Tokunaga for Anise.

The first scene, as I recall, was a rehash of Asch discovering he'd been replaced, and seeing how Natalia treats Luke without knowing he's his replica. The next scene was one in Nam Cobanda Isle, where it's shown how Asch recruited the Dark Wings. I think Noir's companion here was York...? Not too sure.

I think it was around this time that the play cut to Engeve, where Tear and Luke were preparing meals, with Tear preparing a rather giant riceball. There was something about miso here (helping out with it, as I recall), and Tear asked one of the people in the audience to choose if they'd assist or not. The audience member ended up choosing "It can't be helped" and yeah, Luke helped out with miso stuff. Tear also asked another audience member to choose between her and Natalia, but the audience member chose Anise for some reason lol. Eventually, a second audience member chose Tear and the stage actor looked so happy hahaha.

There was also a meeting among the Six God-Generals, but all I can remember from it (and throughout the stage play) is Dist on wheels. Instead of his floating chair, he was on some sort of rollers the entire time past the opening. It was amusing. The scene skipped to Zao Ruins and we got Luke vs Asch, and the party against Largo, Legretta, Sync, and Arietta, if I recall correctly. It was also around this time we got Anise and Arietta in some sort of cat fight, where they were pinching each other's cheeks and Largo looked like some sort of unintentional referee. A little later was also a point of audience participation, where Luke explicitly asks Largo to stop mid-attack (and he agrees, oh my), and then asks the audience to shout Raijinken with him. Which, of course, causes Largo to faint.

Akzeriuth isn't really touched upon so much, and there's a focus on the Asch and Luke replica confrontation scene, as well as the party deciding what they should do post-Akzeriuth. It goes more or less the way the game does, and there's a skip to Ortion Cavern. Guy splits from the team at this point, and Asch, Natalia, Anise, Ion press on. With Anise... insisting on using a save point. Which everyone goes with, and we even get a save screen for it. It turns out to be a good thing, since the party gets wiped out by a surprise attack (complete with Asch's sword... missing a blade for some reason). Complete with a game over screen. But after some fuss on Anise's end, the "save" is reloaded, and they... run away from the battle.

Discovering Van's replication plans more or less go down the same way they do in-game (Asch saving Natalia, having a bit of a talk with her), but with maybe a little more Anise feeling like a third wheel. Asch gets some headaches at this point, if I remember properly, and later on, in another scene, Dist instead of Spinoza ends up explaining the Big Bang and relevant stuff (if not something along those lines).

Still, the craziest of the day's antics is yet to come, and I've got to say the scene at Chesedonia takes the cake. I can't recall the exact circumstances as to why the party found themselves in a bar of some sort (I think it may be a callback to how they got blocked by the Dark Wings asking for a toll?), but in either case, we have the party watching Van, Legretta, and Arietta putting on a dance number along with Noir, wearing something that certainly isn't Oracle Knight standard issue. It was some sparkly shirt for Van, is what I remember best, as with his sunglasses for the occasion.

It's around the time when Chihiro Suzuki shows up as the owner/manager of the establishment and causes a lot of confusion due to the fact that he sounds like Luke (also he calls Van, Legretta, and Arietta and they deny being them). He also knows no fear and starts poking fun at Van-sensei, inc But yeah, he gets into this argument with the Luke stage actor and begins shouting out Luke's attacks and ends with Lost fon Drive (which seem to affect the stage actor). Later on, Asch also shows up, and Chi-chan ends up putting on his Asch voice and causes more confusion (including towards Natalia, who stills at his voice). Koyasu as Jade eventually pops in and asks Luke what he's doing, more conversation follows, then Jade calls him a bad boy or something along those lines, which is followed by, of course, an "ore wa warukunee"... (which Jade says in a more yasashii voice). A little later, Jade decides it's a good time for an Indignation, which the audience gets to shout out along with him.

We also get Largo in a suit, who claims not to be Largo (?). And is some red lion (?).

After the advertisements (for Emotional Act) and chitchat between Luke/Asch and Jade, everything (thankfully or not) turns more serious for the most part. We get things like Natalia being outed as the "fake" princess, and the audience being the Kimlascan townspeople shouting her name (similar to the way she was protected by her people in the game). There's also a small scene with Arietta dancing around Feres. Then we get the infamous Aschtalia promise scene in Sheridan.

The stage play also has an interesting take on Sync's death. The party fights him, and there's a portion where they try to stop him from doing suicidal stuff when it's revealed he's an Ion replica, but they can't really stop him from falling to his death, just like in the game.

Then we get a Van vs Asch scene, which actually goes in Asch's favor for the most part--until he gets a headache which is so bad that he drops to the ground, and Van ends up turning the tide. Which means that it's time for another dance number and fight. The party fights Van, and they successfully defeat him. But Van gets revived, complete with a dance number, and we also get Sync back, in his new outfit from the last part of the game.

The stage play ends with Asch getting the Sword of Lorelei, and after the curtain call, a small talk show was held.

Some thoughts

So basically, the stage play skipped around a lot, and there was a lot of crack. There's not really any significantly new scenes, I feel (of relevance I feel would be recruiting the Dark Wings, as with how they handled Sync's death), and it was mostly just fun crack. Which I do not really mind, I really enjoyed the stage play despite being all "what the heck did I just watch" when I try to recall what just happened. I think involving the audience through subevents kind of led to the craziness and wackiness of the stage play overall, but I don't think it's exactly a bad thing per-se. We were somewhat forewarned, after all, by what was on the website with regard to what was in-store, and I suppose this further drives home the point/promise of the Emotional Act stage play to be closer to the main story, rather than being an original one the way the Yokohama Arena show was.

With regard to cast members that stood out, besides the star of the show (Asch), I would say Van, Sync/Ion, Anise, and Dist were pretty interesting to watch. Master Van because of the dance numbers again, Sync/Ion because of the way the stage actor had to switch between the two, Anise because that hyperactiveness/genki levels are just really off the charts (and quite entertaining), and Dist because the stage actor really, really nailed him (not to mention, staying on those rollers or whatever it was called was pretty amazing in itself, even if it does has something like a balancer). I'd actually like to take this opportunity to applaud Dist's stage actor (Orito of Starboys), for a job well done. I've seen his tweets the past few months about getting into Dist's role and he's really dedicated to his craft, I've got to say. It was revealed in the talk show that he got over a hundred hours on his Abyss save (and would play it during breaks while practicing, I think? one of the stage actors mentioned seeing him play, if I recall correctly), and he also nails Kazuki Yao's voice for him. He makes some IC Dist tweets at times too and it's really great of him, ahaha.

As for Jade, Koyasu actually didn't appear too much (or as much as I wanted to, but that's just my bias speaking), but what little moments we got were nice. In the plot itself, his presence is mostly handwaved. But more relevant to the stage play, I suppose, would be how Asch-centric it is. And I think if you take out the crack, it is quite Asch-centric, even if my report doesn't make it sound like the case, given how I remember the crack bits better.

Anyway, that's all I remember for now! If anyone has questions about what happened, I will try to answer stuff to the best of my abilities, though fair warning I might not remember everything that occurred. That, and I welcome any corrections in case I misremembered or misinterpreted anything. I wrote all of this while everything is fresh in my mind, meaning that all of this was typed past midnight, and may contain typos and the like, especially with my brain not really operating at an optimal condition.

...Or maybe I just want the excuse, given how I just looked over what I typed and still can’t believe I did just that. But hey, ask anyone who watched the stage play and they’d probably say the same thing as me:

“It was crazy, but awesome.”

#tales of the stage #tales of the abyss #tales of #tales of festival #tales of festival 2018 #ramblings #just my two cents

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cloudaintfair-archive · 6 years

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Femoral Meeting - C7

One day after school, Ryuji stumbled as his broken leg was acting up, and because of that, he met one of Gekkoukan High’s former athletes. Kazushi Miyamoto.

FFN I AO3

Prologue I C1 I C2 I C3 I C4 I C5 I C6 I C7

The way to Futaba’s classroom was filled with enemies ranging from Pixies, Angels, Thoths to Lilims, Skadis, Norns to Dominions, Kalis, Eligors, and Unicorns.

Anne and Ryuji managed to sneak past a lot of them but they were still caught in a few battles, which were thankfully fast and easy.

“Oracle it’s us.” Anne announced. “We’re here to get you.”

“Ope-“

“About damn time!” Futaba exclaimed as she hugged Anne tightly. “It was scary in there!” She shivered. “And before anyone comments.” She added.” Being alone in a dark room is nothing compared to being alone with a bunch of coffins surrounding you.” She finished.

“It’s alright now.” Anne cooed as she rubbed the younger woman’s back in comfort.

“Hey Oracle.” Ryuji nudged the young girl. “Oracle?”

“What?” Futaba looked at the older boy.

“Wear this.” Ryuji handed her his uniform’s blazer.

“And I’ll put your hair in pigtails.” Anne decided. “To fully differentiate us from how we usually look.” She nodded.

“What about Skull?” Futaba asked.

“My identity’s been compromised, remember?” Ryuji reminded. “That doesn’t really serve much of a purpose for me.” He shrugged.

Anne and Futaba looked at each other before beginning the tasks that were assigned to them: Futaba wearing Ryuji’s school blazer; Anne putting their navigator’s hair in pigtails.

“I’m not dragging the whole team down if I can help it.” Ryuji muttered to himself.

“Where do we go next?” Anne asked. “Everywhere we go, we’ll be in a fight.” She exclaimed. “And I don’t think we have the energy to continue fighting for much longer.” She groaned in exhaustion. “This is totally different, there are no safe rooms in whatever this is.”

Ryuji sighed in agreement. He was also exhausted from the battles they were in.

“Oracle, can you make contact with Queen, Noir and Fox?” Ryuji asked. “We could really use their help here.” He sighed.

“I’ve been trying to contact them.” Futaba admitted. “They’re either too far from my range or just aren’t present whatever this is.” She offered.

“They’re present alright.” Ryuji responded.

“I agree.” Anne nodded. “This is a place where we can use our Personas.” She explained. “You’ve never been actually far from us when you were supporting us in battle.” She offered. “Maybe that explains why you can’t contact them.”

“You have a point.” Futaba nodded.

“Maybe you’ll have more luck by the school’s entrance?” Ryuji asked.

“Maybe.” Futaba nodded. “But the way there is filled with shadows roaming around aimlessly.”

“We’re Phantom Thieves remember?” Ryuji reassured. “We can sneak past them no problem.”

Futaba, Ryuji and Anne managed to sneak their way towards the school entrance. As soon as they stepped outside the school building, they were greeted with upright coffins and a few Raja Nagas patrolling the campus grounds.

“Necronomicon!” Futaba exclaimed as she forcibly removed her mask off of her face.

A spaceship materialized above Futaba and it beamed her inside the Persona.

“Any luck?” Anne asked.

“Still out of my reach.” Their navigator admitted. “Maybe they’re not nearby.” She sighed.

Suddenly, a lone Raja Naga was turned towards them and let out a huge cry, attracting the attention of nearby Shadows.

“Crap.” Ryuji cussed. “That one saw us.” He pointed out.

As soon as the Shadow finished shrieking, he rushed towards the trio, spear pulled back, ready to strike.

“Oh no you don’t”! Ryuji exclaimed. “Persona!”

Captain Kidd materialized behind Ryuji and fired a cannonball towards the sky and generated a single lightning strike towards the enemy.

The Raja Naga simply raised his spear and spun it, blocking the lightning strike.

“That one blocks Electric attacks.” Futaba helpfully supplied.

“Then how about this?!” Anne exclaimed. “Carmen!”

Carmen appeared in front of Anne and shot a fireball to the ground that summoned a pillar of fire right under the Shadow’s tail.

“Graaah!” The Raja Naga cried out in pain.

As soon as the cry came out, a Naga came out of nowhere and attempted to slash Ann. The girl in question simply twirled in her place and cartwheeled away from the enemy, effectively dodging the enemy’s spear.

“And Panther dodges with grace.” Futaba praised.

Another cry came from the Raja Naga and a Lamia rushed towards it aid. The newcomer kissed the summoner’s lips as the two glowed light blue.

“Careful, that Lamia is healing that Raja Naga!” Futaba warned.

“Crap!” Ryuji cussed. “Persona!”

Captain Kidd appeared once more and fired several cannonballs to the sky. Those same cannonballs rained down on the trio of shadows.

As the Raja Naga and Naga were pelted by raining fiery metal balls, the Lamia simply slithered her way towards Ryuji, dodging the falling fiery balls in the process, and clawed Ryuji’s shirt open and nicked his bare abdomen as a result.

“Skull!” Anne and Futaba exclaimed in worry.

“Don’t worry!” Ryuji reassured. “I’m fine.”

The trio of shadows gave out a sharp cry at the same time and without a moment’s notice, they were surrounded by Nagas, Lamias, and Raja Nagas.

“We’re surrounded!” Anne exclaimed.

Suddenly, paper started raining on their area. As soon as those papers landed on a shadow, they glowed yellow and disintegrated into black goop.

“Sakamoto,” Kirijo’s voice rang inside the trio’s mind. “I believe Amada has arrived at your school.” She explained. “Amada?”

“Right here Mitsuru-senpai.” A new voice spoke. “They were surrounded by a lot of the Persona-like shadows.” He reported. “I still can’t see them due to the volume of shadows surrounding them.

“What shadows Amada?” Mitsuru questioned.

“Lamias, Nagas and Raja Nagas Mitsuru-senpai.” The voice identified as Ken answered. “All block and/or resist electricity attacks.” He added.

Anne dodged a few lightning strikes coming her way and sent a couple of fire balls in retaliation. Ryuji on the other hand would sometimes take hits for Anne and send a barrage of fiery metal balls to counter the attack.

“Excuse me.” Futaba intruded into the conversation. “Can we cut the chitchat and focus on helping us?” She added. “We’re literally surrounded, Skull and Panther can’t keep up!”

“Oracle!” Ryuji called out as he grabbed Anne by the collar and forced her to duck from a spear stab.

“What?!” Futaba replied. “Just saying if they’re here to help, they need to stop talking!” She explained herself. “My healing spells can’t keep up!”

“I see.” Mitsuru voiced out in an apologetic tone. “Amada carry on.” She added. “We’ll talk later.”

“Amada right?” Futaba questioned. “I’m this team’s navigator.” She explained. “Where are you right now?”

Ken didn’t answer but opted to summon his Persona. “Kala-Nemi!”

A few more papers rained down from the sky and it considerably lessened the amount of enemies that Ryuji and Anne have to deal with. As soon as the enemies were thin enough, the trio saw a man with brown hair.

“Akechi?” Anne muttered. “I thought he was dead.”

“He is.” Ryuji nodded. “What are you talking about?” He asked as he jumped backwards to avoid the claws of a Lamia.

“That guy.” Anne pointed at the brown haired man. “Isn’t that Akechi?” She asked.

“Hey you’re right!” Ryuji agreed. “I thought he died.”

“Guys! Focus!” Futaba cautioned.

“Right.” Ryuji and Anne nodded simultaneously as they summoned their Personas once more.

Anne and Ryuji didn’t even get to let their Personas attack as papers began to surround the shadows. The papers in question glowed in yellow as more papers rose from the ground and stuck themselves unto the bodies of the enemies.

Not a moment later, every shadow in the vicinity disintegrated into black goo and revealed the unconscious faculty, staff and students of the school.

Anne, Ryuji and Futaba, still inside Necronomicon, approached the newcomer with curiosity and caution. They thought Kirijo was sending someone named Amada.

Why was Akechi here?

The boy in question was using his spear as some sort of crutch, clearly that last attack took a lot out of him as the maroon-colored being vanished from behind him.

“You must be Sakamoto.” The boy stood up straight and offered his hand for shake.

“Cut the crap Akechi.” Ryuji snarled. “What are you doing here?”

“Akechi?” The boy was confused. “The second detective prince?”

“Oracle, is he really Akechi-san?” Anne asked.

“I don’t know.” Futaba admitted. “He didn’t use Robin Hood or Loki.” She explained. “He could very well be him.

“You must have mistook me for him.” The boy decided to butt into the conversation. “I’m Ken Amada, the person Mitsuru-senpai sent to help.” He introduced himself.

“B-but you look just like him!” Anne exclaimed.

“I get that a lot.” Ken chuckled. “Ever since Akechi-san’s television appearances, a lot of people has mistook me as him.” He admitted. “Especially now that he’s still missing.”

Anne and Ryuji actually looked down in guilt at the mention of Goro Akechi’s status. For all intents and purposes, he died inside Shido’s palace. They weren’t able to save him.

“Anyway, I’m Ryuji Sakamoto, that’s Panther.” Ryuji introduced himself and Anne’s codename. “Oracle’s inside her Persona.” He added.

Ryuji raised his mask and covered his forehead for the other boy to see his face.

“I’m guessing you’re Skull then?” Ken asked rhetorically.” Using codenames while battling shadows, that’s something Junpei-san would’ve liked.” He chuckled at the memory. “But I would like to know their real names.”

“Look I appreciate what you guys did.” Ryuji started. “But you can’t have their names.” He stated with finality. “There is a reason we have codenames.” He added. “I know my identity has been compromised, but I’m not taking them down with me.”

“I see.” Ken nodded. “Mitsuru-senpai, you heard what they said.”

“I see.” Kirijo’s voice was heard once again. “Kikuno, initiate Operation: Cover up.”

“As you wish Lady Mitsuru.” A new voice, voiced her affirmation.

#ryuji sakamoto #anne takamaki #persona 5 #mitsuru kirijo #ken amada #futaba sakura #kikuno saikawa #story #fm

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papercrownxyz · 3 years

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My own path

Jour 92 - 4 Janvier 2021, 14h14

J’ai été refusé sur le poste de SE à VMWare. Je ne m’y attendais pas, les dernières interviews s’étant vraiment bien passées. La vibe était là, le chitchat aussi, les questions travaillées en avance, bref. J’ai donné mon max, donc je n’ai pas de regrets là-dessus, je n’aurais pas pu mieux faire. Le timing n’était pas vraiment top avec la période de Noël mais peu importe, c’est quelque chose que je ne pouvais pas réellement contrôler.

Ca me remet en question, vraiment. Est-ce que je dois m’entêter à bouger sur un poste de SE, alors que j’ai d’autres qualités qui pourraient mieux être utilisées et plus proches de mes intérêts sur d’autres postes ?

L’aspect salarial et bonus en tout genre était attrayant, faut l’avouer, mais ça ne fait pas tout. Le produit me plaisait, la boîte et l’industrie aussi. Le poste m’est quand même inconnu, et je n’ai pas de réelle expérience dedans. Je suis dans les high 30s là où je bosse, ce qui est vraiment top pour Barna. Le poste dans lequel je suis m’ennuie, le produit me fait gerber mais les responsabilités et la team sont vraiment cool.

Mes intérêts se portent plus sur la data et son utilisation, sur un taff interne bien que je sois extraverti et que j’aime le rapport client. Mon expérience me fait penser que je serais un bon Data Analyst ou Scientist, mais je n’ai rien pour réellement le prouver.

Encore une fois, il faut penser long terme, et pas forcer la machine sur du court terme quitte à faire trop de compromis. Je cherche principalement à changer de produit sur lequel je bosse, mais aussi mes missions au jour le jour. SE se rapproche de mes intérêts et est plus en contact avec le client, demande plus de persuasion et de convaincre, demande plus de préparation au préalable, et c’est ce qui me plaît.

Dois-je continuer à tenter dans cette voie malgré la rareté des postes sur Barna, ou tenter de viser sur le long terme et voir si un changement complet de poste est faisable, quitte à prendre des cours du soir et suivre une formation externe ?

Je guidais Julie lorsque nous étions ensemble. Je l’ai poussée à ne pas devenir Sales mais SE, et j’avais raison. C’était mon poste de rêve à l’époque, depuis ma première expérience à Dell. Oracle n’était pas pour moi, la structure et le management que j’ai eu m’ont confronté rapidement à la stupidité des processes trop stricts et sans logique. J’ai dû me reconvertir dans autre chose, et ce poste de SE est toujours aussi inaccessible qu’il y a 5 ans, alors que j’avais fini runner-up à Salesforce. Rageant.

C’est aussi l’occasion de m’affranchir de la voie que Julie a prise, guidée par mes conseils ou pas. Elle s’y épanouit et a des années d’expérience dedans, mais ça ne fait pas tout. J’ai mes spécialités, mes kiffs, mon expérience qui m’est propre. Je n’ai pas à faire tout comme elle, même pour 60 patates et 32 jours de congés annuels.

Affranchis-toi, sois conscient de tes forces, persévère et tout entrera dans l’ordre que tu souhaites.

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helianthus-tarot · 4 years

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Hi! I’d love a reading on what my souls purpose is please. V sag and I’m an all or nothing kind of person. I love doing research and can easily fall down the rabbit hole when I’m interested in something

Hello there! Sorry for the wait. I also pulled an oracle card for you:

Martyr, 6 of Swords, Ace of Cups, 5 of Swords

It carries with it an element of moving toward a greater place, a better condition, a better life. It feels like encouraging life to grow and prosper. Imagine a building, bleak with nothing but concrete and grey walls, and imagine the same building gets a redesign but this time with more plant lives; in the balcony, on the walls, flower pots in the corners. Beautiful murals. More airy space where you can gather around with your coworkers and chitchat during lunch, feeling the wind etc. That’s how it feels like. That element of making things more alive.

You got the Martyr card, “learning the transcendent nature of service to oneself or a cause”, the bottom of the deck also has a card with similar meaning, Messiah; “serving the humanity with humility.” If you look at the Tarot, all three cards have water element in it. I put Ace of Cups in the middle, so from the images we can see both of the swords cards are looking toward the Ace of Cups. Both of the swords cards have the element of leaving/moving.

So yes, if you are into social responsibility projects, definitely do it. Especially when it involves a redesign, restructuring, improving things so that life can prosper, or a space can be much more livable and pleasant. There is an element of social responsibility. I don’t feel a strong leaning toward either people or environment; so it could be both. Making playgrounds much safer for kids, doing projects that focus on innovation that brings positive impact on the environment. It can also be as simple as putting a flower pot in the corner, having a box of toys for children in the waiting room of a dental clinic if you work there. It can also be relationship focused. How to move forward in life, especially after emotional events; how to let go and move toward things that are better for you. If you have this kind of knowledge or ability, it is what you are encouraged to share with others.

Overall, I think your soul purpose is to make things more alive. It has a focus on improvement, certainly. How you choose to do it, it’s up to you. It doesn’t have to be a global change, you can simply start by influencing your immediate surrounding and people around you, and it will still matter a lot. The key is movement toward a better condition. A change that has a positive impact on emotional and mental health of people, nature; thus life itself.

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Thanks for the ask! Let me know if it resonates 💖🤗

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spreadmywings · 7 years

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Flaws Pt 1

On AO3

I’ve renamed the story and reworked slightly; it’s going to be 5 parts. The Dick/Babs is minor, not the focus, and takes back seat to the storyline/plot and there won’t be more than a kiss on the cheek towards the end of the fic. Thanks for a ton of advice and encouragement and beta from @caramelmachete and @audreycritter :) Title and chapter titles from the song Flaws by Bastille.

Summary:

Oracle trusts the Bats, but she also knows them all too well, which is a very good thing, because the best laid plans... aka the fic with the gunrunners, explosions, an injured Nightwing, and the swear jar.

We Pick Ourselves Undone

“Wind speed's picking up. Cloud cover should hold steady for the next 20 minutes, but it's going to clear.”

Oracle checked the little blips showing everyone’s locations. She saw Batman’s marker on the roof of a building near a warehouse. It wasn’t as close to the action as he preferred, but there were limited positions to choose from.

She heard his grunt of acknowledgment over the comms. Definitely annoyed. Other near silent replies let her know everyone else had heard her updated information. She ran over the other positions in her head. Batgirl and Black Bat were absent; Steph had finals coming up, so she was on call in case anything went down elsewhere in the city while they were busy, and Cass remained in Hong Kong for the rest of the week. Red Robin was in one of the small boats moored to the pier, ready to give warning of reinforcements or block an escape by water; a sprained ankle had sidelined him the previous week, but Alfred had given him clearance to help in a limited capacity.

Red Hood and Robin moved from shadow to shadow on the pier, a physical confirmation of their intel. They placed tracking devices on as many of the stacked crates as they could manage so they could retrieve them, afterwards. Babs spared another glance for Red Hood’s blip. She had a hunch he had something to do with Batman’s mood, too, though she could only guess why. Well, she could always snoop a bit and watch the footage from the cave, but that was a last resort. If she was patient and listened, she was sure she’d figure it out soon enough.

She didn't have to look to know Nightwing’s position. She knew he was in the shadows on the roof of the warehouse itself. He'd made a few comments over the comms earlier in the evening, bellyaching about the cold but openly thankful it wasn't raining like earlier in the week. He’d kept up a whispered flood of random chatter until the Red Hood had told him in no uncertain terms exactly what he could do with his chitchat.

“Language, Hood.”

“Fifteen for the swear jar,” Alfred chimed in from the cave. Babs smiled at the reminder of Bruce and Jason’s ongoing contest. Alfred refereed and kept their swear jar in plain sight in the cave.

But even Nightwing’s endless stream of jokes and flirting trickled to a halt as they all waited for their chance to eliminate this one threat, at least.

She didn’t see anything out of place with their positioning, but she still hoped the cloud cover would remain as long as possible. They’d observed the head of the Vasiliev crime family for months and this was the final transaction of a sizable arms shipment. The plan was to get ironclad evidence he was buying and re-selling illegal weapons, capture him quietly after he left, and follow the crates of guns to their future buyers.

But Vasiliev was uncharacteristically late. It was yet another complication that could derail weeks of work, especially if the action went down in full moonlight. Maybe that was why Batman was ill-tempered tonight. He didn’t have direct control over the multitude of variables. She couldn’t blame him for getting his bat briefs in a twist over that.

The air was silent and tense - expectant. There was no serenity or peace in this night. And she knew of each of these boys, men. The waiting was getting to them, too, even if they didn’t show it. Even from her distance, the anxious hush grated on her nerves. Extra caffeine from the week of stakeouts probably wasn't helping, either.

The next fifteen minutes was an hour to her, until a small fleet of trucks and vans converged on the waterfront. Vasiliev’s boat must have been watching and waiting close by, because Red Robin alerted them before she had a chance to give the update.

“Places, gentlemen…” She counted the series of clicks that came over the comms and nodded with a grim smile. They were ready.

A sleek motorboat glided to the pier and half a dozen armed men followed as Vasiliev approached the crates. Ten men stepped out of the shadows to meet him. She was miles away, but heard every word as the transaction concluded, thanks to the mics Red Hood and Robin had placed along with the tracers. All was going according to plan.

Until a moment later, when it wasn’t.

Oracle frowned as the mics picked up a clang and she watched everyone freeze and then jump into action.

“Fuck!” Not good. That was Red Hood. This wasn’t pre-operation joking around; their targets were in sight. A matter of keystrokes and mouse clicks and voice commands activated even more monitors, and she had multiple birds eye views of the entire area. A shout summoned at least a score more goons from inside. Vasiliev’s men aimed their weapons at the other group but searched for outside targets as well.

This was not how they’d planned for this to go down, but the Bats still had the advantage in skill and training. Very few battle plans survived the first engagement. They had this. No reason to worry. They did this every night. Maybe Hood was winning this month’s bet and hadn’t cared about his language.

Red Hood remained hidden in the shadows, but the clouds were traitors, revealing the night sky. Robin was in motion, jumping for a stack of crates, cape trailing behind him, visible in the sudden moonlight. One of the henchmen pointed. She saw Batman’s blip approach out of the corner of her eye. She’d predicted that the moment things headed southish. It wasn’t a wash, yet, but it definitely wasn’t ideal. Still, they had some of the best training of any of the current costumed heroes; they’d get this creep.

Robin gained the relative safety of the darker shadows, but the goons knew they were there, now, and they were nervous. Shots rang out, but the gunmen fired, blind. It was time to end this. Everyone but Red Robin moved closer; readouts told her he had activated the boat’s trolling motor. He was ready for action while remaining hidden.

Oracle had a front row seat as it all went down.

She didn’t have to see them to know Red Hood and Robin were poised, readying themselves to take out as many of the thugs as possible in that first strike. She didn’t expect the harsh round of coughing that exploded in her ear.

Gunfire exploded again, seeking the source of the noise, and a dark cape swished to the ground like avenging angel wings shrouding the moon as two lesser shadows enveloped their share of the gunmen. A bare moment later, sleek night himself flew into the fray as well, taking out three men on his way to the ground.

Batman was in the middle of everything, using brute strength and power of will as Red Hood dropped back to pick off the more heavily armed men. Rubber bullets caromed off sensitive areas and knocked guns from hands all over the pier. Robin took out anyone who came near and Nightwing leapt everywhere, taking out multiple opponents at a time with flying kicks.

Oracle zoomed in on the incoming roads as they fought. She trusted them, trusted their skill and training. They knew what they were doing. She leaned closer to the monitor when Nightwing doubled over, coughing yet again. Okay, most of them knew what they were doing. She sent him a glare every bit as potent as their mentor’s. Robin and Red Hood covered for him while Batman took out anyone unlucky enough to come within his reach. Nightwing took a few deep breaths, waved them off, and continued the fight.

“Three headed back to the boat. One of them is Vasiliev. And more trucks incoming.”

Nightwing signaled he had them. He was the quickest, so it made sense, but Babs was still concerned. He took out the first man and then caught up to the second. The man pulled a pistol, but a kick and a few blows disarmed him and knocked him unconscious, though not before he got a round off.

“Stand clear!” Red Hood took cover as all hell broke loose.

Babs heard Red Hood through the comms and through the mics scattered around the waterfront. Automatic filters dimmed and muted audiovisual output when it exceeded pre-set parameters, so she scanned the monitors even as the crates exploded.

Apparently Red Hood had been carrying more than bullets in his jacket. He’d learn what a mistake he’d made in not keeping her informed. She’d lost two camera feeds in the explosion. Extreme heat had melted the housing on another, and it was stuck. It wouldn’t move enough to give her any useful data. But that was for later.

Batman pulled Robin beneath the shelter of his cape for the worst of the blast. None of the explosions should have been strong enough to be lethal, but they still had to keep an eye out for flying debris and for dangerous injuries among their opponents.

They were fine, but now that the explosions were dying down and the smoke was clearing, she heard Nightwing coughing and gasping even as he gave chase to the last of the three he’d pursued. Vasiliev. She knew he wouldn’t let him escape. It sounded bad, but it was just a cough. He’d been far worse than this when he’d retaken Blackgate Prison for Batman. They knew what they were doing. She knew that; she trusted them. She trusted him.

She focused on the previously approaching traffic and was relieved that several trucks had stopped while others had turned around. They’d be trapped when the GCPD arrived. Red Hood and Robin secured the fallen criminals and dragged them away from the flaming debris. They were doing what they were supposed to be doing.

“Problem, guys. I’m blocked in!”

“Can you clear it, Red Robin?” Oracle couldn’t see the boat, just the smoking and flaming debris near his position.

“Negative, O. Not in time to catch our runaway.”

Vasiliev jumped into his motorboat with Nightwing cursing and muttering under his breath several lengths behind him. Labored breathing. And curses, not quips.

Birdbrain. No way you should have gone out, tonight. Just wait until Alfred gets hold of you, mister.

She glared through the monitors hard enough he should have been able to feel it.

Babs checked the status of the GCPD. En route, but only ground units. The fire department would be close behind, as well, but that wouldn’t help them catch the culprit, only the transport trucks.

“Up, up, and away!”

Nightwing rallied and took a flying leap off the pier, clambering onto the moving boat. She had to grin at his display and the phrases she heard Batman growl under his breath. She’d have to remember to tell Alfred Bruce owed $25 for the swear jar. At least she had the sense to stay out of contests between those two.

She ignored the other monitors for the moment and focused on the ones showing Nightwing. There was definitely something off, not quite ungraceful, but the movements lacked a certain fluidity she associated with him, and they’d slowed noticeably. “Nightwing, are you alright?”

“‘M fine, O…”

He wasn’t. She trusted him, but she trusted her instincts more, knew he was worse than he realized. She opened a private channel to Batman.

“Send him back to the cave, ASAP, B. Something’s wrong.” She didn’t hesitate, didn’t say maybe there was something off. She knew. She had no qualms ordering the Batman, trusted he’d listen to her assessment. Catching Vasiliev and cleaning up was all that was left. They didn’t need Nightwing for that. Maybe the smoke was getting to him, maybe he was sicker than he’d let on. She didn’t care right now. Nothing here was so earth-shatteringly important that they needed him to stay.

Batman nodded and tapped his comm in a silent acknowledgment as he grappled onto the nearby crane. “Robin. Red Hood. Hold.” His tone was not one to ignore.

Nightwing took Vasiliev down simply, heavy-handed, then restrained him. He jumped over the Russian to get to the wheel of the motorboat, perching precariously on the gunwale, holding onto the windshield as he tried to steer.

The boat crunched to a stop on something in the water, knocking him backwards over the side.

Dick!

“Nightwing down!”

Oracle clenched her fists and alerted them over the comm even as Batman flew through the air. The monitors showed her almost everything on the pier, and she had four of the best operatives she’d ever worked with at her command, but she couldn’t directly affect a damned thing from her tower, couldn’t catch Nightwing when he fell. She had to watch and warn and wait, directing everyone else, pulling their strings and moving them around to best tactical advantage. She hated this frustration. Did Alfred ever feel this way when he had to watch from afar?

Somehow, Red Hood had already shed his jacket and made it almost to Nightwing’s last position by the time Batman dropped into the boat, rocking it with the force of his fall.

“Red Robin, can you get clear?” She was still watching the place he’d gone under, hating the dark uniform that made it even more difficult to see.

“Already on it, Oracle. Slight damage to the boat, but she’s seaworthy, still.”

Batman plunged into the water as well. It was too long until dark figures bobbed to the surface, grabbing onto Red Robin’s boat and clambering inside, dragging Nightwing between them. She gasped for breath, dizzy, unaware she’d been holding it all this time.

“Dickface retrieved.”

“No names in the field, Hood.”

“Language, Jay…” Batman’s stern reprimand drowned out Red Robin’s feeble attempt at relieved humor. No one commented on his slip.

A dark glove highlighted by electric blue landed heavily against Red Hood’s armored shoulder, and then again, patting, before giving a thumbs up to Red Robin. The Batmobile edged forward towards the pier, a heavy shadow against the shifting flames, waiting.

Babs took a deep breath and let it out. “Send the Bonehead Wonder home.” Now that she knew he was alive, she could plan how she was going to kill him for this stupid stunt.

#my fic #dick grayson #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #jason todd #tin drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth

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kartiavelino · 6 years

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Go-Go’s musical ‘Head Over Heels’ hasn’t got the beat

Intermission, all I ever needed! The brand new musical “Head Over Heels,” which opened Thursday on Broadway, takes the songs of ’80s American lady group the Go-Go’s, plops them in a British story from the 16th century and provides a bunch of recent, self-referential jokes. It’s an concept that’s so loopy, it simply would possibly work! It doesn’t. This indulgent present is wackier than it’s enjoyable, and elicits extra “huh?” than “ha”. Worse, it treats the catchy pop music like a aspect of spinach. The confusion kicks off with the opening quantity, “We Got the Beat,” which additionally options the finest dancing you’ll see all night time. We’re informed that Arcadia, the fictional land the place the present is ready, has “got the beat” — the “beat” presumably being social stability and wellness. Fantastic. These are the narrative gaps you’ve gotta fill when watching “Head Over Heels.” Quickly the King of Arcadia (Jeremy Kushnier) has an ominous assembly with the Oracle of Delphi (the splendid drag queen Peppermint) and hears some downer prophecies: His daughters might be caught with terrible suitors, his spouse (Rachel York) will cheat on him and his land might be overtaken. He’s misplaced the beat. Get it? So, the King and Co. head out of city to the nation to flee his unhappy destiny. His two daughters, the useless Pamela (Bonnie Milligan) and the plain Philoclea (Alexandra Socha), are the finest a part of the present. Milligan has a robust voice and a depraved humorousness, and Socha brings some a lot wanted sincerity to the cacophony of loopy. It may use a complete lot extra. One suitor, a poor shepherd named Musidorus (Andrew Durand), is informed to pack his tent, so he clothes like an Amazon to observe Philoclea round undetected. Mistaken identification antics ensue, and Durand, who appears to be like so much like Invoice Hader, retains them amusing. The sex-and-disguise plot is zany, if acquainted. There’s just a little little bit of “Twelfth Night time” right here, some “Into the Woods” there, some “Xanadu” in all places. However the dialogue is grating. The ebook, initially by Jeff Whitty and James Magruder, is marred by olde English communicate. There are sufficient thees, thous and wherefores for the Wars of the Roses. The uppity chitchat is the musical’s principal gag, and it’s extraordinarily tedious. You’ll want their lips had been sealed. Most individuals don’t purchase tickets for the quips: They arrive for the Go-Go’s, and hits like “Trip,” “Cool Jerk,” “Mad About You” and Belinda Carlisle’s “Heaven Is A Place On Earth.” However in contrast to the ABBA catalog that drove “Mamma Mia!,” these songs are a nasty match for theatrical storytelling. They start at one place, plant their ft and keep there, each musically and lyrically. Electrical Mild Orchestra gave us extra element and motion in “Xanadu,” which is a low, low bar. If the songs — excellent for the dance ground — can’t push the story alongside, then not less than they will present some alternatives for giant, glittery dance numbers, proper? Nope. There actually aren’t any exhilarating musical moments in director Michael Mayer’s slapdash manufacturing. “Trip” is decreased to a solo, with just a few ensemble members leaping out of cloth ocean waves, as in the event that they had been in a dance recital. Stumped Go-Go’s followers will wish to stand up and go. Share this: https://nypost.com/2018/07/26/go-gos-musical-head-over-heels-hasnt-got-the-beat/ The post Go-Go’s musical ‘Head Over Heels’ hasn’t got the beat appeared first on My style by Kartia. https://www.kartiavelino.com/2018/07/go-gos-musical-head-over-heels-hasnt-got-the-beat.html

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sandytree1 · 7 years

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Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

Zielschmerz the exhibilarting dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah. No longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency. Solution: Avoid perfectionism, because not doing something and just keeping it in your head is the same as doing nothing. Put yourself out there! What's the worst that can happen? You'll SURVIVE. --- Each step you take in life is a decision. Even if you're on autopilot. Oracle of Delphi: Know thyself --- Anechdote a convo where everyone is talking but no one is listening. Simply overlaying disconnected words like a game of scrabble. Each player borrows bits of other anechdotes as a way of increasing their own score ... until we all run out of things to say. Solution: Stop talking all the time and start listening. Schema is a hebrew word that means to listen and respond to what is being said. The Hebrew God said it in the way of "listen and obey". I'm guilty of anechdoting too much. I think it's because I run out of things due to not enough time spent on my hobbies, but I should be able to make experiences to talk about beyond hobbies! --- PÂRO the telling that no matter what you do, there is always something wrong - that any attempt to make your way comfortably through life will only end up crossing some invisible taboo. Solution: Who cares as long as it works? Whole bunch of perfectionism is getting you nowhere. But what's good enough to survive on the work market though? You need to experiment and get feedback. Look for behov and needs. --- MAL DE COUCOU a phenomenon in which you have an active social life, but very few close friends. A form of acute social malnutrition. Even if you devour a butter of chitchat, you'll still feel pangs of hunger. Jeg regner nære venner som folk jeg kan * folk jeg kan stole på * noen jeg kan være meg selv med * helps you flush out the weird psychological toxins that accumulate over time --- VEMÖDALEN the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist. The same thing can turn an unique subject into something hollow, pulpy and cheap. Like a mass-produced piece of furniture you'll happen to have assembled yourself. Post modern globalism overload Solution: Art is copying inspo with gradually more deviations per iteration (evolution). "Hiding" the source so it becomes yours through "your own words". - steal like an artist Architecture: who cares as long as it works and is useful?

#Møtereferat #Definition #Inspo #Kunst #Art #Poetry

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kountrykravings · 7 years

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