Fake Dating for an event but make it Makoann
MAYBE its preparation for Shidos palace? Getting intel on some people on his hitlist before infiltrating for real?
Originally Akira was willing to take Makotos place, but there were concerns that someone would recognize him through the makeup. “Shido KNOWS your face; we cant risk that.”
Futaba doesnt go for very obv reasons (agoraphobic), but also, she needs to have a live feed of everything being said incase they need to leave the event early. And Haru cant go bc shes the daughter of Okumura; she would be recognized immediately. Makoto is simply the best choice given the (unfortunate) circumstances.
Normally, they would joke about Ann’s acting; but shes a model and she knows how to act appropriately in these kinds of situations. Its not an act, its her Job, and its kind of wild for Makoto to see her effortlessly mingle w so many important and intimidating people without a care in the world. Makoto finds herself less stressed about the event because of it, and perhaps even a little emboldened 😳
Bonus Doodle under the cut (drawn before the images up top)
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when i was 19 i was broken up with unexpectedly in college on the first day of sophomore year by my long term committed boyfriend who had just come back from studying abroad, causing a chain reaction of ill-timed events that unraveled my health physically, mentally, and emotionally in a way that i am still recovering from almost 10 years later, including my effective exile from said boyfriend’s family and friend group, which was emotionally devastating because his family, particularly his mother, provided the only sense of comfort and support i had due to severe problems in my own family, and i never got to say thank you or goodbye to her for that, and in high school she would always pack extra cookies in his lunch specifically for me to have. and like. i cannot emphasize to you enough that these were god-tier cookies. this was a southern mom who knew what she was about and it was god-tier cookies. anyway therefore when he broke up with me i lost access to anne’s god tier cookies because i had no baking or cooking skills myself, but immediately after he broke up with me on my first day back to college in my dorm room, in my delirious daze about 10 minutes before i passed out from shock, i had enough sense in me to email anne about her cookie recipe. and of course this got lost to time because i was too delirious and shocked to do anything about it and then would be sent into spiraling uncontrollable panic attacks when thinking of or confronted with any memory of him or his family, but just this week i finally did it. i managed to dig up the old recipe in my email and i did it. i baked the god tier cookies and they are just as incredible as i remember. it felt illegal. it felt evil. it felt conspiratorial. it felt like i had made away with some government secret and would never be caught for my crimes. with the completion of these god-tier cookies, i have officially regained every valuable thing in my life that was taken away from me in the fallout of this event save for the people themselves, most important of which was these cookies, and on god i was running around and evil laughing in my house because it felt so illegal it felt like this
what have you taken away from me that i could not then regain myself?
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“What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr Darcy!”
“It ought to be good,” he replied, “it has been the work of many generations.”
“And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always buying books.”
“I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.”
This conversation is intriguing because, as is often the case in P&P, there is so little narrative framing or comment that you have to make quite a few assumptions based on how you read the characters. We don’t even hear Elizabeth’s reaction to this interchange and don’t know how she takes it (though when Darcy later tries to talk to her about books, she’s sure that their tastes are so wildly different that they won’t have anything to talk about).
In any case, both fans and critics have come away with a lot of different interpretations of Darcy’s book-buying sprees and, in particular, what he means by “such days as these.”
I just read an article that dismissively characterized it as a stuffy civilization-is-falling-down-around-us-in-these-degenerate-times thing showing the basic conservatism of his mindset, and while that article was particularly hostile, it’s a pretty common reading. And you can read it that way, but frankly, it doesn’t seem the most natural reading in the context of either the scene or his overall characterization.
Darcy is repeatedly associated with books and reading and general intellectualism. The Pemberley library links his family pride and his sense of legacy with his personal inclinations—as an individual, he’s bookish, clever, and fairly cerebral. He reads, he buys new books, he enjoys philosophical debates, his response to Elizabeth’s assertion of their different tastes in books is “cool, then we can argue about them :D”, he encourages his teenage sister’s artistic interests and defends her disciplined approach to them when she’s not even there, he collects fine and apparently borderline-incomprehensible paintings, he’s dismissive about the expected accomplishments of upper-class women in favor of reading (partly bc Elizabeth has been reading, but it’s not surprising that a man responsible from age 23 for the education of a young girl has Thoughts on the ongoing female education debates of the time).
All of this is to say that Darcy is engaged with what was then contemporary culture and discourse. This is especially the case if you go with the time of his creation, 1796, but it doesn’t make a huge difference because these debates were still ongoing in the 1810s, and he rarely refers to specific figures and instead prefers more generally familiar concepts and arguments (or chooses to rely on those in conversation with women), and in any case, the English artistic movements of the 1810s owed a lot to those of the late eighteenth century.
And a big eighteenth-century debate was about the merits of modern art, especially literature, compared to ancient art. Historically, there was a lot of deference in English literature to ancient models and dictates, and controversy over newer forms like the novel (in English) but also in poetry and drama and essays. To some people, it seemed like art was going horribly astray by diverging from the ancients (despite the continuing strong influence of Classicism). Others thought the artistic movements of the time were fucking awesome valuable and important, which is generally Austen’s position (most famously in the defense of the novel in NA).
So when Darcy speaks of “such days as these,” I don’t think this is coming from snooty disengagement from the current literary zeitgeist, but rather, the reverse. He’s seeing all these ideas being hotly debated in various essays and treatises, and the English novel taking modern form, and poetry undergoing changes that will only become more drastic, etc etc, and thinks—this is important. Anybody with a family library should be adding the literature that’s coming out at this time.
TL;DR I think Darcy has an affinity for modern art/literature/culture in any case, but also, is so convinced of the importance of the literary “moment” he’s living in that he thinks he’d basically be shaming his ancestors if he didn’t include it in the collection that he’ll pass down to the next generation as it was passed to him.
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Rogue/Magneto was something Marvel really seemed prepared to go all in on back in the day. It looked like something Claremont was toying with before he left, and might've got more focus if he'd stayed, but once he was gone and Jim Lee took full control the focus quickly shifted to Rogue/Gambit.
Age of Apocalypse then gave it new life, giving us a Magneto and Rogue who were happily married and with a son. The massive success of that arc no doubt encouraged the writers to keep the Rogue/Magneto dance going, which is how we ended up with Joseph, a character originally introduced as an amnesiac, younger looking Magneto. Very quickly he was pulled into a love triangle with Rogue and Gambit, only for the writers to then reveal he was a clone of Magneto and then died.
I'm fairly sure that was never the original plan, I believe Joseph was meant to be the real Magneto, but the editor insisted Magneto be a villain rather than a redeemed hero and that was the best idea the writers came up with. By that point, though, Rogue/Gambit had become more popular thanks to X-Men: The Animated Series, and Rogue/Magneto soon faded away accept in an Age of Apocalypse revisits.
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for the most part i dont like odin, niles, laslow, and peri’s join in rev because theyre immediately outclassed by previous units and have horrible scaling. however. their join dialogue is so fucking funny. you have leo and xander charging into save you and then a whole turn later you have the three stooges complaining about how their lords (ON HORSES) left them behind and also a girl on a horse telling them to hurry up before she starts killing. they are so funny. these are some of the highest ranking soldiers in the country. odin joins with ten speed
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Gender Is A Fuck
Like an entity of barbed wire wrapped in blooming flowers
I’m a guy creature that likes to sit down in hot showers
Like wire mother getting railed by the mother cloth
I turn of my lamps because I’m too afraid of moths
A typhoon of gritty spite and gentle touches
I could rend metal apart when I get those mucnhes’
Dont touch my fucking pasta or I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SCRUMPLE YOUR SKELETON LIKE I’M A GOD DAMNED MEAT GRINDER.
The mind scape is canon now if you ever need a reminder
Fictional death threats and insincere compliments the ultimate zero sum
Silent and heavy but also demonically screeching at the heavens to come get some
The sequel to sex
Nothing everywhere all the time trapped just beneath my skin
Feline hysteria crawling just behind my eyes one with my kin
Honest opinions and bleeding sarcasm
Fine tuned instruments and cataclysmic chasms
Infinite in my fragility still sprinting towards my enemies
Soaring towards the clouds looking for a remedy
A futile fuck you to entropy the struggle is the point.
A feeling of lazy anxiety like I smoked a fucking joint
Like wearing a layered mask of survivable insanity
Heat death rivaled only by my crippling profanity
I don't wear a watch
Gender is kind of botched
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