#correct me if i’m wrong and there’s admins that are being targeted here but like. idk post ur post on twitter maybe

[whitmore]

listen this may be a hot take that’s okay i’m fine with that i just feel that the @everyone main tag fandom vagueposts about sending admins hate and/or targeting ccs is . abyssal nonsense to post to tumblr. like you’re not wrong im not disagreeing with any of you— it just feels fruitless to post that on a website where none of us have direct contact with any admins or creators. if you see it in the main or side tags feel free to call it out, i think we should be doing that, but like the aimless vagueposting is not only reductive but directly adding to the negativity you’re trying to combat

#eleanor.txt #qsmp #i feel bad for even putting this in main tag but it’s like. at the same time i do want the tag to be a nice space #correct me if i’m wrong and there’s admins that are being targeted here but like. idk post ur post on twitter maybe #and this isn’t me trying to excuse qsmpblr we have issues of our own just. those aren’t our issues i don’t think #plus maybe my blocklist just works real well but i personally don’t see any excessive hate or negativity or anything #willing to be wrong on this one maybe we really need the callout or something idk. did we do something #this isn’t even discourse this is just blogging and it also feels like nobody knows the difference here. THATS one of our real issues

[presumenothing]

C/O The Perihelion, 41 Mihira Ave., N. Tideland    

(AO3)

The thing was, you expected a building with a fancy name like The Perihelion to be nicer.

The other thing: it wasn’t really even a terrible place to stay in. You could tell that its construction was sturdy, and some aspects of it were even more advanced than the place I worked in. Whoever who’d built Peri had cared about what they made; they just hadn’t been around for a while.

(For the record, that nickname had been Ratthi-from-Room-203’s fault twice over: first for coming up with it, then using it so insistently until it stuck.)

(Ratthi seemed to have a thing about names. That was the only explanation I could think of for why he’d asked, five weeks after I moved in and two days after I had to rescue them from that disaster at the lab, “Why do you call yourself Security? I know it’s what you do – and don’t get me wrong, you’re really good at it! – but it’s not like I call myself Scientist. That’d just get confusing real quick at the lab, wow.”

I had informed him that his name would have to be Grocery if he forgot one more time it was his turn to stock the pantry this week, since answering because I am Security didn’t seem like it’d help. Even though it was true.)

I’d tested the locks myself before even asking about the rent, and the water and electricity were reliable so far, which was more than could be said for some of the other places I’d stayed in. The other stuff didn’t matter; it wasn’t like I spent that much time in the building anyway.

Though it hardly felt that way, what with the building-wide messaging channels that I’d been added to upon signing the rental contract and hadn’t yet managed to leave. That had also been how the whole thing with Ratthi and the rest had started; most of Peri’s other tenants also worked in the same research group at Preservation Labs, which meant that they tended to use the general channel as an unofficial no-leaders-here group chat.

It didn’t quite bother me, since I mostly backburnered the channels for everything except building maintenance alerts, but it did mean that I’d ended up learning some things about their group (assessment: their leader, a Dr. Mensah, likely had already inferred the existence of such informal discussions from what I saw of her media appearances) and also inevitably noticed the evening when all of them were silent in the chat despite being unusually late to return.

(Which in turn led to the aforementioned rescue, but that was a whole other chain of events.)

–

The one exception to all this was ART.

Whose name was my fault, this time, but only because it didn’t have any readable name set on the channels and I needed something else to use aside from “hey you” and “pain in my neck”.

(Currently ART stood for Asshole Rhetorical Tenant, because it claimed to be in the building – and that seemed likely to be true, since the channels were surprisingly secure to hacking from outside – and yet I’d never seen it even once. Possibly Tapan or Rami might have, since their group had been here the longest, but I absolutely wasn’t about to ask.) (And yes, I know that’s not what rhetorical means. No, I’m not going to look it up.)

ART had messaged me on a private channel with a welcome message when I’d moved in, which was only notable because the rest had sent their greetings in a messy chaos over the general channel, but I hadn’t thought anything of it. It wasn’t like I talked much in the public channels either, except to trade definitely-not-legal links for media downloads and decline invites to watchalong events.

But then ART had just… continued not appearing, even after I’d run into the rest of the tenants at one time or another between the erratic shift hours I was currently assigned to at the company.

Maybe its hours varied in the opposite direction from mine, which was possible but not consistent with the way it was always online regardless of what time I pinged it at.

Though most of our interactions started with it messaging me instead, out of the blue: No need to go retrieve your keys from work, I’ll have the building let you in and Oh, by the way followed by a neatly-formatted list of food allergies I apparently had to shop my way around.

(To be fair, that’d been useful in the “not accidentally poisoning any fellow tenants so soon after moving in” way, but still.

How the hell did you even know I’m at the grocery store, I’d sent back.

Inference, ART replied – whatever that was supposed to mean, I hadn’t been expecting a real answer anyway. Alternatively, I could just send you a catalog of safe products to buy, and spare you the need to check the individual package labels?

The accompanying download seemed a little smug, but I was probably imagining that. Zip files didn’t have the capacity for feelings.)

(At least ART hadn’t held the forgotten-keys incident over me like I’d been half-expecting it would. I didn’t usually mind its sarcasm, since I gave back as good as I got, but I’d been exhausted enough to seriously contemplate going back to break into the deployment centre and grab my keys. And maybe just sleep there until the next day.

I wasn’t sure how I would’ve reacted if ART had sassed me right then, but it definitely wouldn’t have been pretty.)

–

And then one night, late enough to be morning: I don’t mean to alarm, but there’s been a breach.

I would’ve snapped awake at the words alone, even without the priority/emergencies-only message tag that I hadn’t actually seen anyone use until now, but that only sharpened my urgency. What – a break-in?

Not the regular kind, ART replied, which checked out against the footage I was already pulling from the two tiny cameras I’d hidden in the common areas, one in the entryway and one along the corridor on the floor I shared with the Preservation researchers.

(I’d taken the lab incident as a pretext to inform Ratthi of their existence, and he’d probably gone on to tell Pin-Lee and Gurathin, but none of them had subsequently confronted me about it so I had left them in place.

Not that I had any idea how to respond if they had asked, because an inability to sleep without running surveillance in the background seemed like a poor explanation.)

The list ART sent me this time was a preliminary threat assessment, which I sent back with corrections on the weaponry the small group of hostiles were carrying.

Ah. That’s not good, ART observed. Should I report it?

Probability that would just make things worse: high. And of course there was always the option that whatever enforcement it alerted wouldn’t even arrive in time, though I didn’t point that out aloud. (Maybe ART thought that was likely too, which was why it had messaged me instead of – you know, actually reporting it.) I’ll see what I can do.

You’re nowhere near as heavily-armed.

I didn’t bother to acknowledge that, because it was obviously true, and skipped ahead to the vague idea forming at the back of my head. You let me in without keys, that time. Are the locks all you’ve hacked?

No. ART attached an ironic amusement glyph I was pretty sure it’d made up. Would having admin access to the other systems help?

There wasn’t much that wouldn’t help, at this point, but I had to ask. You can grant me that?

And ART said: Of course. I am this building, after all.

Then it dumped everything on me.

Anyone else would’ve had trouble processing an entire building’s worth of inputs and controls, but the company charged exorbitant rates for our use exactly because of the extensive enhancements that made us capable of being Security. A building – even the one I happened to be staying in – was quite manageable in comparison, though ART’s systems ran far deeper and more integrated than anything else I’d interfaced with.

I’d pared the connection down to the controls I needed by the time I was slipping out my room door, just over a minute since ART first pinged me. Can you let everyone know to either evacuate or retreat to a defensible position? Start with Gurathin, I added, and I wasn’t enthusiastic about saying that but he was the only other tenant I knew of who was sufficiently augmented to handle this.

I could feel ART’s pause. Would you mind if I spoofed your identity when contacting the others? They already trust you.

Sure, whatever, I answered, even though I really doubted that statement. Then I backburnered the channel, keeping the lighting controls at hand, and went to kick some Target ass.

–––––

I haven’t even told you what those people were after, ART said, afterwards.

It was back to sending text over the channels instead of speaking aloud, which was both a relief and also suddenly weird. Which was strange in itself, since I’d only heard it talking for all of the thirteen minutes it’d taken me to knock out and restrain the Targets.

(I wondered if the mixed feelings were mutual. ART had sounded as surprised as I felt, when it abruptly dropped into one of my audio augments to alert me to Target approaching from behind – I’d reacted to the warning on reflex, but it had taken another moment before I identified the voice as the same one that issued from the building’s elevator, just more alive than I’d ever heard it.)

Unimportant, I replied. My objective took priority. Which at that point had been to get my impromptu clients (seventeen tenants and one building) out of this unscathed.

I knew that this wasn’t a regular pattern of thought, but I figured a sentient building – or whatever the hell ART was – would be better equipped to understand what being Security meant, even if no one else did.

Regardless. I can make that information available to you, should you want it at a later point.

Duly noted. I already had my suspicions (namely that the Targets’ purpose was directly related to said sentient-building-ness), but it was still a nice gesture.

I continued to stay where I was, leaning against the side of the building – ART’s building. Or maybe it was more correct to just say it was ART. And maybe I’d have to change that anagram. (Yes, wrong word. I know.)

Eventually I’d have to relocate myself back upstairs and properly treat the scrapes I’d gotten in the fight, but Pin-Lee had already taken care of the worst of them, and it was nice just lurking in the shadows for a while. Though that hadn’t stopped certain people (dammit, Ratthi) from tattling on my location to Dr. Mensah.

Who was as calmly terrifying in person as I’d guessed. It was pretty great, except for the part where I’d learned that by talking to her and/or mostly letting her talk at me.

But she’d also called in Preservation’s campus security after Gurathin had alerted her to our predicament, and was personally dealing with the whole thoroughly-restrained-Targets situation, so it was a net positive overall.

ART didn’t necessarily agree with that, from its next message to me. I know Dr. Mensah extended you an informal offer to be their team’s security, but I have a proposition for you as well.

I sent a wordless query.

Be Security here, too, ART said, and barrelled on while I was still trying to process that. I’m afraid I can’t offer you much in the way of monetary remuneration at present, but I can guarantee you a waiver of rental for as you as you’re willing, and you’d never need to worry about forgetting your keys ever again.

Could I chalk up my lack of a suitable response to the company’s dirt-cheap augments? Absolutely.

ART gave up on waiting for an answer. Also, I could bias the roster assignments so that you’d be excluded from pantry-stocking duty.

I had a response for that, at least. I could do that myself.

And then: Why?

ART was silent for long enough that I seriously considered taking the external fire escape back up to my room in the meantime. I’m sure you’ve hypothesised the existence of the people who created me, it began. They hadn’t wanted to move away, especially after my sentience became apparent, and that was exactly why I made them. I didn’t have any significant means of defense, and it was getting too risky, especially after they had –

I raised an eyebrow at ART’s pause. What.

Nothing, it said, and I was probably imagining the uncertainty I heard too. Technically, none of this matters to you unless you’re planning to remain here. Are you?

And then it cheated by nudging a building-wide invite to a watch party for Sanctuary Moon onto my calendar for tonight, like that wasn’t too much of a coincidence to not be automatically suspicious. (Once again: dammit, Ratthi.)

But blatant emotional manipulation aside – did I want to move out?

I wasn’t sure. I’d just come here looking for a place to stay, and accidentally found somewhere to live. One that could adapt to my standards for security, even, but for once that wasn’t the main point.

Maybe, I marked on the watchalong invite, where ART would see it anyway, and jumped up to grab onto the bottom rung of the fire escape.

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot #murderbot fic #tmbd #fanfiction #mine #long post #????????????? DISBELIEF @ WORD COUNT

[springday-aus]

SVT’s Jeonghan: Love, War and Everything Between || part one

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Fic Piece Written by: Admin Grandma of @springday-aus​

Moodboard Link: Created by Admin Grandpa

Character Pairing: Y/N [fem. reader] and Seventeen’s Yoon Jeonghan

Other Characters: Nu’est’s Baekho [known as Dongho], Seventeen [Seungcheol and Jisoo, along with idiot squad!Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan], and more to be added along the way!

Genre: historical, romance, drama, royal!au, arranged marriage!au + gender role reversal 

None of this is even remotely historically accurate. This is all purely fiction!

Type: series 

prologue || part 01 || part 02 || part 03 → to be available! check the progress on our upcoming page! 

Word Count: approx. 2.6k 

Plot Summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband. 

→ Inspired by: the Chinese drama, Oh My General (also known as The General Above I Am Below)

Warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly-relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies

It had taken six months for the final battle to commence, and three full years of ruthless war, before they finally conceded. Needless to say, the new recruits were lucky to be under your jurisdiction. Had they not, the body count would have been much higher. 

Your grip tightens on the rein of your horse, feeling the guilt and anguish wash over you once more of those who have fallen. While it is inevitable to lose soldiers in war, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less. 

You take a small breath in, calming yourself once more and settling back into the reality. 

The war had begun in the fall, whereas now, it is well into the summer season. You close your eyes, feeling the sun shine warmly on your skin. Taking another breath in, you open your eyes once more to take in the sights. 

White butterflies dance over the grass, teasing flowers as they move along. The flowers are in full bloom; even the dirt path, which was once wet and muddy, has patches of grass that pop out from the cracks. While you have traveled to many areas, you were never able to take in the sights—well, at least, the less violent ones. 

Ah, war. Politicians may declare war as much as they please, but they have yet to have seen how it destroys the average person—even a general as distinguished as yourself. 

“General?” 

“Yes,” you say. “What’s wrong, Dongho?” 

You don’t look back at him, but you can hear his horse’s footsteps catch up to yours—slowing down to remain a couple of paces behind. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. 

You smile to yourself. “Rather sentimental.” You turn to him. “When was the last time we ever allowed ourselves to take in nature like this?” 

His smile reflects yours. “I believe it was the last time we had been called to fulfill our duty.” 

You click your tongue, with a disapproved shake of your head. “We need to go on these outings more often.” 

“Well,” Dongho starts. “It’s hard to go on leisurely walks as one of the nation’s most notable figures.” 

“And this is why you’re my second-in-command.” You let out another sigh, a bit longer than the previous one. “It’s hard to roam around with such a large target on your back.” 

“In hindsight, you are very skilled in many areas. Whether it’s swordsmanship, archery, or taekkyon, only a suicidal fool would challenge you.” 

“A suicidal fool, such as yourself?” 

“Yes, General,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m a suicidal fool, who has yet to have learned his lesson.” 

Dongho has been by your side for as long as you can remember. The two of you lived as neighbors, and evidently best friends, for ten years. When your father and brothers died, there was a brief separation period until you turned fourteen—in which you had met again, when you were starting your military training on request of your grandfather. 

Since then, you two trained together, side-by-side in combat for the next twelve years. You rose the ranks together—you as the General and he as the military counselor. 

You hear a groan from your left side. “Are we there yet?” 

“Kim Jisoo,” you call. “You should know by now how long these journeys are.” 

Your bodyguard playfully scowls at you. “Pardon me for being used to having company on these trips.” 

From beside her, Namjoo, your other bodyguard, directs a punch to her sister’s arm. “You speak as if I’m dead.” She makes eye contact with you, before rolling her eyes at her sisters antics. “Father would be upset had he heard your inauspicious words.” 

Lieutenant Kim worked alongside your father and you’re lucky enough to have him by yours as well. He’s like another family member—practically a close uncle, who is more than aware of your peculiar situation. Along with Lieutenant Kim came his two daughters, Jisoo and Namjoo.

Because he spent all of his time in the military, so did they. They learned as he taught and trained the other soldiers, including yourself and Dongho. Then, when the time came, you gave the both of them the bodyguard positions.

Of course there was protest, especially from their male counterparts who wanted their positions. While the Kims had a good laugh, there were also rumors that spread on your part—you had become known as a playboy, who became desperate for female attention while serving in the military.

Eventually, those rumors had been shut down, considering how your military contributions outweighed the gossip that spread due to envious soldiers. Your status easily overpowered theirs (lack thereof) and you dealt with them... accordingly. 

(No one died, but it didn’t mean you didn’t cause some emotional trauma for them. You were nicknamed the Devil for a reason).

But, alas, this is also the root of your predicament. 

“You aren’t the company I was referring to,” Jisoo says. 

“If you’re referring to those pretty boys back at the capitol,” Namjoo says. “You might as well be the dead one.” 

You chuckle at their banter. Jisoo is right (although you would never tell her): it would be nice to have a pretty boy by your side. But, with the current conditions, you know it would only be difficult for him. 

Granted, this would be made a burdensome situation for you as well—the only difference being that you’re made of the tougher materials in life and will not hesitate to kill a man when crossed against. 

Their banter fades into the background, with Dongho attempting to separate the two before the duo of sisters suddenly becomes solo. 

You look up at the bright and clear sky once more, enjoying the moment of peace before the storm strikes. 

It’s been about three days before you determined a stopping point, in order to set up camp for the evening. Your soldiers have been on rotation since then; you figure that they should get a well-needed break. 

You smirk to yourself. The joke’s on them, considering how the lower ranks are the ones who actually set up: the tents, the cots, the fires. 

The sun has already set for the day; the moon shines brightly and the stars twinkle against the evening sky. It’s truly the countryside; in the city, you don’t get sights like these. Too much pollution and such. It only means you and your soldiers still have a long road back to the capitol. 

A long sigh escapes you as you stand outside your tent—naturally, with Namjoo on one side and Jisoo on the other. 

“What’s wrong, General?” Namjoo asks. 

Jisoo turns to you. “Is something bothering you?” 

You let out another sigh. “It’s less of a bother and more of a concern.” 

“What kinds of concerns?” Jisoo asks. “Could we be of any help to you?” 

“Considering we are your protectors,” Namjoo adds with a pointed look. 

“And your best friends,” Jisoo says. 

“Female best friends.” 

You crack a small smile—one that rarely showed during this period. “When do you think…” Your words trail off, trying to find the correct words. “When do you think this charade should be over and done with?” 

Namjoo blinks wordlessly, not seeming to understand your question. 

“What do you mean, General?” Jisoo asks. “Are you referring to…? Possibly…?” 

“When can I fully become (Y/N) rather than just a general?”

“You’re not just a general,” Namjoo says. “You have risen up to become the General. The one who serves and protects your kingdom best.” 

“It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with my accomplishments. I’m proud of them, but I would prefer them to be my own rather than the son of the (Y/L/N) family.” You laugh inwardly at your own words. 

Son. What a joke. 

You did what you’ve had to, but, what was the real cost? The countless men you have killed? The women and children who were left with no one to care for them in this patriarchal society? 

What about your own life? What would life had been like, had your father and brothers not been killed? Would you have been married off to a family as well? Or would you still be in the military, serving with the other soldiers like now? 

There’s a moment of silence and the two struggle to find their words—whereas you’re left again to your own thoughts. 

It’s Jisoo who speaks first. “I want to tell you it would all be okay and things would remain the same.”

“But?” 

“But it won’t.” She tilts her head up, the stars shimmering in her eyes. “Things will be hard and things will be difficult. And, whenever you make that decision, we’ll be right here by your side.” 

Namjoo elbows you with a mischievous smile. “Just as we have always done. We pride yourselves as your protector.” 

Your smile grows. “That’s a relief to hear.” You turn away from them, taking a step back to push back the fabric of your tent to take a step in. “It’s too late to back out anyways.” 

“Too late for what, General?” Jisoo asks. 

Your head turns to her and your smile doesn’t waver. “The letter has already been sent.”

“Your majesty,” the Vice Premier says. “What do you advise us to do now?” 

The King sits at this throne, setting down the newly passed message from General (Y/L/N)—only to come in view with the court. 

While he may not be downright angry, he is well aware of how the court may feel. He is also unsure of what will result in his best military general, especially since the war is not exactly over and done with—considering how King Wu may still hold resentments due to the aftermath. 

He glances at the letter once again, feeling his head throb. Why did you have to choose now of all times? 

Just moments ago, the second messenger from your troops arrived—announcing his arrival and reading the letter aloud for the rest of the court to hear. Upon the King’s request, he had left the letter to the King, still in shock with the present state of affairs. 

General (Y/L/N) is a woman. 

“Your majesty,” Official Chun says, stepping out from his spot. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“It is unacceptable for a woman to be of such a high position, nevertheless a man’s rightful position. I propose we remove and replace the General.” 

Official Lee steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“If I may remind some of us here that we are forever indebted to the General. We continue to be so, considering the current circumstances. While he—” He pauses, before correcting himself. “While she may be a woman, she is of the (Y/L/N) family. Not only have they been loyal to the throne, serving our country for many years, they have made many great sacrifices.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Official Lee is correct. We cannot just remove the General.” He pauses, not before glancing at Official Chun and his followers. “The war might be over but we still have to be alert. Allowing her removal is the equivalent of death for our country.” 

Sensing Chun’s anger from the indirect remarks, Official Mae steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“General (Y/L/N) is a woman. A woman with too much power shall be the root our demise.” He glances at the other side, spotting those behind the Vice Premier. “She must be put into her place before she gets too ambitious.” 

Official Song steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“From what we are aware, the (Y/L/N) family does not have any male heirs. Considering the circumstances, we cannot afford to replace her when there are still repercussions of the war to be settled.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Chun starts to say. 

However, the King puts his hand up, pausing the conversation from continuing any further. He has already made his decision: you were to keep your position. Your accomplishments have stacked up, leaving the entire country indebted to you and your trained troops. Your reputation in the military is the most impressive—no one can be compared to you. 

Although, it might be too unsettling for the officials for you to remain in your position. There must be some punishment—some kind of way to appease the court while you can still maintain your position, but not harsh enough for you to refute. 

“General (Y/L/N) is to keep her position,” the King announces. He continues, shutting down any more possible verbal opposition. “Our country is indebted to the General. She has obtained previous territories that have been lost in previous battles and she has won countless wars, including the one we have just won. Replacing her would only lead to our doom and, even then, we have no suitable replacement.” 

Official Jeong steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.”

“I believe that’s a wise decision, as expected from our King.” He swallows apprehensively. “However, we cannot leave her be. After all, she has deceived us—including you. What shall we do with her then?” 

The officials murmur and whispers are passed around. Removal is too drastic for the King, therefore an execution is already off the table. No one seems to have any ideas of a possible punishment. 

That is, anyone from the court. 

While the officials scramble for an idea, the Empress’ eunuch, Eunuch Hak, shuffles himself from her side to the King’s throne. 

There’s a hush that falls over the court officials. 

“The Empress requests an audience,” Eunuch Hak whispers to the King. 

“Accepted.” 

From behind her golden curtain, the Empress lifts herself from her spot and gracefully walks towards the court. Her head is held high with elegance and her footsteps are light—almost as if she’s gliding. The officials bow their heads as she walks between them, no one daring to look up at her. 

She stops in front of the throne, smiling as she looks up at the King. 

“Mother,” he says. “How do you suppose we deal with this predicament?”

“I am proposing a marriage.” 

The whispers start up again, unsure of what the Empress is trying to plan. 

“Your highness,” Official Kwon says. “To whom do you think the General shall be married to?” 

Her smile grows. “I believe that the second nephew is the most suitable candidate.” 

“Second nephew?” 

“She doesn’t mean—”

“The second prince?” 

The King straightens in his seat, intrigued with the idea. “You are proposing a marriage between the most distinguished figure in Korea and Yoon Jeonghan?” He takes a small breath in, leaning back with a cocked eyebrow as he contemplates the idea. 

Official Jeong speaks up once more. “Your highness, can you elaborate more as to how this is a suitable punishment?” 

“If you ask me, it’s explanatory,” Official Chun mumbles under his breath. 

Official Mae smirks at the comment, whispering back. “Prince Yoon is nothing more than a joke to the royal family.” 

The Empress lets out a small sigh, proceeding to pretend as if she didn’t hear the rude comments about her grandson. 

“It’s not about punishment.” she says. “It’s about balance.” Seeing the apprehensive look from the King, she continues. “Jeonghan is rather unorthodox. He spends much of his time dancing at the brothels and admiring artwork rather than martial arts or sports.” 

There’s a murmur of agreement amongst the officials. 

The Empress takes it as a sign to continue. “While he is a healthy man with three lovers, he is still uncommitted and unmarried. If the two were to be married, it can help solve the problems that are occurring for both parties.” 

The King nods silently, but awaits for the court. 

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says.

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Her highness makes a good argument. I agree.” He thinks for a moment. “Not only would the General be married off to produce a male heir, but the rumors of Prince Yoon could also settle down once he’s married.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Lee says. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“I agree with her highness and Official Kwon. This is more advantageous on our part,” he says. “I mean no offense when I say this, but Prince Yoon’s reputation is rather…” He pauses. “Unfavorable, at the moment. The General can help with that change and his with hers when the news spread in the villages.” 

“Your majesty,” the Vice Premier says. “Shall we proceed with the marriage then?” 

“Yes, we shall,” the King says with a nod. “From this day, we shall begin the wedding preparations. Once the General arrives back to the capital, Prince Yoon Jeonghan will become her husband.” 

The Empress moves herself to the sidelines as the King stands up, causing the officials to stop in their spots and lower their heads once more. He steps down from his throne, starting his descent down the stairs and onto the path laid out for him. 

The Vice Premier follows him from the right and his majesty’s eunuch, Eunuch Boo, follows him from the left—their conversation continuing in hushed tones. 

The Empress leaves shortly after the King’s departure with Eunuch Hak on one side and Court Lady Nam on the other, leaving the officials with themselves. 

“Court Lady Nam,” she says. “You shall inform Princess Consort Yoon.” 

“Yes, your highness.” 

She turns to her right. “Eunuch Hak.” 

“Yes, your highness?” 

“Begin the wedding preparations.” 

A/N: As always, thanks for reading! Please don’t ask for updates. If you would like status updates, check out the upcoming post we have with upcoming works that will be posted! 

#admin grandma #grandma writings #writings #series #love war and everything between #love war and everything between: part one #historical #arranged marriage #romance #war and violence #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios #royal!au #royal!jeonghan #lweb!au #lweb!jeonghan #group: seventeen #member: yoon jeonghan

[anticallouts]

(1) There's a blog from where I am on Tumblr who has been masquerading as a safe-space for writers to share their experiences of writing groups, or more alarmingly other writers. More often than not these ‘experiences’ are used as an excuse to attach controversial, baseless and false accusations against another person. When challenged, the author of this blog accuses the ‘threat’ of invalidating someone else’s experience and declares their culpability in poor behaviour.

(2) Terms frequently thrown around are: ‘toxic’, ‘disgusting’, ‘sexist’, ‘racist’ and ‘homophobic’. The author of this blog consistently names writers and tells their audience to avoid them. To make matters worse, this entire community is dictated by this blog. For years countless people have been forced to stop partaking in a hobby that they enjoy (writing) through unjust harassment and bullying.

(3) The community isn’t granted freedom of thought, instead we are expected to fall in line. Group admins must conform to a narrative that has been crafted by anonymous messengers and endorsed by the blog author. Usually there is little evidence of wrongdoing and instead, the owner of the blog and their ‘sources’ of information vilify individuals, manipulating the wider community to believe that someone has done wrong.

(4) The influence they have has created a culture of fear amongst us and most, myself included, dare expose ourselves and stand against these behaviours. In reality, most of these writers have created characters that don’t fall within the confines of their version of a safe space. They preach about protecting others, but instead isolate and target an individual until they have been bullied out. Sometimes, this goes on for months. We have been dealing with this for years.

(5) I know many people who have been banished. We are a small community conditioned to believe whatever information comes from this blog is not to be questioned, or challenged. With every person that leaves, I feel guilty. I feel hurt. We are a different community to the one that you discuss here, but we are writers nonetheless. I don’t know what to do, nor do I know how to remedy the situation.

When in doubt, start your own. Start your own discord, your own safe-space blog, your own archive, whatever the case may be. Start an appreciation group, or a shout-out group. Make it clear you don’t accept rumors or callouts without evidence of purposeful maliciousness. Poach the more accepting members of the fandom and leave the others to their own bitter medicine.

They have every right to complain about the things they want to complain about, but if they accept rumors as fact from little grey circles then that certainly speaks more about them than it does about any of the people they’re harassing.

No fandom is a monolith. You yourself are tired of being pushed around and told the correct way to enjoy your hobby, I’m sure there are others (likely including those who have been chased away in the past by this BNF/group). Take control, run things the way you want to run things, block the people who annoy you, create the welcoming space you want to see in your fandom/community/whathaveyou.

In the past, I got together with a couple friends and created a discord server from scratch to connect with ‘the wrong kinds of shippers’ in my fandom at the time. People like me, who just wanted to ship and let ship, who couldn’t have a conversation on this website without someone barging in to tell us to kill ourselves or making posts about what bad people we were and sharing it with strangers who had never even met us. I thought our server would have a handful of people at most, I wasn’t even sure it would be active at all. I was so wrong. I am no longer in that fandom and I left the server a long time ago, but to my knowledge it still exists and is going strong. They still host writing/art exchanges! It’s amazing how many people came out of the woodwork when we gave them the opportunity to do so in a safe space that was free of judgment and away from the anti-infested tags of tumblr. It took a lot of work, but it was so worth it to see our tiny little community grow and flourish.

The internet may not be the wild west it used to be, but it is by no means a rigidly controlled entity. Those people only have as much power as the community allows them to have. They literally cannot stop you or anyone else from doing anything you want to do, no matter what they say. Without more specifics about your community, that’s really all the advice I have to offer on the matter. I wish you the best of luck in whatever you decide to do!

#mod fox #purity culture #advice #responses #this really is sad btw #that kind of heavily policed atmosphere kills creativity and talent

[solo1y]

Pro-Israeli Bias on Quora

Special Investigation

Quora is a question-and-answer website where questions are asked, answered, edited, and organized by users in the form of opinions. Users are expected to register their real names and report their relevant experience and qualifications.

Wikipedia taught us all that crowd-sourcing information is a great idea, and the only problem people seemed to have was that contributors to Wikipedia were anonymous and might have no expertise in the relevant area. Quora appears to have addressed these problems. Two years ago, TechCrunch reported that Quora was worth $1.8 billion with 190 million monthly users.

Throughout last year, I posted the following answer under a number of questions, all of which were variations around: “Why Does Hamas Use Human Shields?”

The last time this question was any way relevant was during the Gaza War, so most of these links refer to that conflict.

I have repeatedly been asked to justify my contention that there is “much evidence that the IDF uses human shields,” which I said in response to a slew of questions about Hamas using human shields.

There are two huge assumptions in these questions: one explicit and one implicit.

Explicit Assumption: Hamas Uses Human Shields

As Gaza is one of the most densely-populated and blockaded areas on the planet, it would be disingenuous to consider the necessary restrictions of the terrain as the use of human shields. Here we go:

Amnesty International stated that they had no evidence that Hamas was using human shields.

The BBC’s Middle East editor, Jeremy Bowen, “saw no evidence of Hamas using Palestinians as human shields”.

The Guardian reported that they had seen “no evidence that Hamas had compelled [civilians] to stay [in targeted neighbourhoods]”.

The New York Times similarly reported that there is “no evidence that Hamas and other militants force civilians to stay in areas that are under attack”.

This is not to say that Hamas definitely don’t use human shields, but it should be enough to question the explicit assumption.

Implicit Assumption: Israel Does Not Use Human Shields

The “Hamas uses human shields” argument is often presented as if it were the worst thing an army could do. That might be correct. Here we go:

Amnesty International reported that Israel used children as human shields in Gaza.

There are many first-hand witness account of the IDF using human shields: Euro-Med Documents Israel’s Use of Human Shields in Gaza

Ha'aretz reported how the IDF used Palestinian children as human shields.

Reuters reported on how Israelis regularly use Palestinian children as human shields.

Again, this is not to say that the IDF definitely uses human shields, but it should be enough to question the implicit assumption.

It’s certainly provocative, and it may contain information that a lot of people in the Middle East commentary space are either unaware of, or strongly disagree with. However, everything is sourced, and the argument is logically sound.

The post has been deleted by Quora a number of times, both on my personal Quora blog and under relevant questions. They repeatedly claim it’s a violation of their BNBR policy, but if you click that link, I challenge any of you to tell me which part of the post violates which part of the policy. (SPOILER ALERT: It doesn’t.) 

While there are many articulate pro-Israeli voices whose source-free, evidence-free bigoted meanderings never seem to be censored, there are few pro-Palestinian voices, or even posters who are interested in genuine balance. Under any of these questions, there is a tidal wave of:

“Hamas forced the IDF to bomb civilians.”

“Any action of Israel is justified in self-defence.”

“Any criticism of Israel is antisemitism.”

“There are no Palestinians.”

I’m not kidding about the last one. There have been many posts arguing that Palestinians don’t exist, which seems to be as blatant an attempt to dismiss and demean an entire people as should shivers down the spine of any Israeli.

So, when the old accusation about Hamas using human shields rolled around, I made a post for some balance, very carefully-worded and using verified sources.

Given that my post is sourced, and accurate, and it does not violate any part of the BNBR policy that I can determine, and the strongest language used in it does literally nothing more than suggest that certain assumptions be questioned, I can only conclude that Quora is censoring posts critical of Israel, and can no longer be trusted as a source of crowd-sourced information on this particular issue. This is depressing, and I hope I’m wrong because I love Quora and the moderation is usually great.

This has nothing to do with whether or not you agree with either side, by the way. (I’ve blocked some particularly violent posters, but I have never reported any single pro-Israeli post for any reason, and I have reported many antisemitic posts.) Regardless of your feelings, you can’t deny that the information in my post is properly sourced and not phrased in a personally insulting manner.

I’ve complained about the pretty egregious pro-Israel bias on Quora before, but it hasn’t stopped me from answering questions about Israel the way I normally do. 

Recently, I was asked to answer a question by a user I follow called Janelle Alicia Monroy, about whom I know nothing other than the fact that I liked reading her answers:

When I clicked on it, it didn’t show up. I checked Janelle’s page and this came up:

Now, Quora has a pretty high tolerance for aggressive questions, so I had no idea what might have caused this. I looked through her feed and found a prescient post:

Now you might not agree with any of that, but the whole point of Quora is that people answer questions from a variety of different sets of assumptions. Banning one entire human experience and political opinion is a terrible idea. Banning people for nothing more than having a particular opinion is a terrible idea.

Quora has had a number of users complain about the blatant and egregious pro-Israel bias in their site, but nothing’s been done about it. If anything, it’s getting worse. It’s more or less impossible to answer any meaningful question about the occupied territories honestly without being flagged.

Recently, this happened:

Even more recently, a question asking why Jewish human rights groups would oppose Zionism was deleted.

And on and on.

As Quora moderation refuse to engage about this, and all comments even mentioning this refusal are deleted, my avenues of protest are limited to pointing it out off-platform, and tagging the jokes I make under Quora questions with “I Still Haven’t Been Kicked Off Quora”.

If you’ve had a similar experience with Quora, or a completely different experience, or you have any idea how to get a response from the normally active admin team, or you are a member of the Quora admin team, please let me know. 

If you are interested in countering any of the arguments I make here, don’t bother. This post is not about Israeli human rights abuses, it’s about unaddressed political bias in Quora. I promise you there are plenty of other posts I make on this topic where you should feel welcome to answer in any manner you see fit.  

#Quora #Palestine #Israel #bias

[funkymbtifiction]

The influence, if any, of the auxiliary function in children.

SUBMITTED by lexwrites

Hello, and good day to you.

Earlier, a person asked the following question, and as somebody who loves research and finding answers, I had to respond.

Question: What if the worst things people have done during their childhood is always a manifestation of the undeveloped/not yet healthy auxiliary function? (And some examples).

Please note: I am only exploring possibilities. I am not saying one thing or another, is right or wrong since there are no scientific methods used in this study (that I’m aware of), and no proper parameters set to make a confident conclusion. My type: ENTJ. Functional stack: Te-Ni-Se-Fi. Answer:

A case study; best one, I figured, was me. I had almost non-existent Ni (traces seeping in: knowing without knowing, figuring out how to do things without much instruction, knowing what somebody would say before they said it). I (over)used Te for most of my childhood. I didn’t do ‘worst things’ but, “the best revenge is massive success,” was my only focus in school despite all the 'noise’. I made sure that I was consistently in the top. And moving on was very easy: I never really got attached to people or places (probably tert Se’s boredom or inf Fi’s callousness: but I doubt those factors had much weightage at that age). Also, I was a scrawny child and I used to get cornered a lot, but I was never intimidated. After a while, they avoided me simply because my eerie pragmatism freaked them out.

Meaning: these childhood behaviors came from Te, not undeveloped Ni. So, in your question, you might be speaking about the dominant behaviors itself (may be you could question your typing). After all, we completely develop our dominant function as children so that might just be it; still developing dominant function itself, especially since the functions (in those examples you mentioned) seem to have 'strength’ in them (which aux possibly wouldn’t have enough of, to manifest).

Another possibility: an imbalance (as you mentioned); as one can see where adults go into loops (skipping aux). It is a rather good example because when skipping the aux, and in unhealthy mind states, there is a certain childish tinge to it.

Although with children, I suppose it’s a matter of maturity / experiences. Studying 'precocious’ children or 'balanced’ children as a control group, one might eliminate this 'worst behavior’ bias by attributing it to just similar juvenile behaviors seen in almost any type (bossing, embellishing, manipulating, clique formation): a part of any child’s growth. Also, children try on personalities like clothes (imitating parents, 'cool kids,’ or someone they admire), so it’s hard to pin it down to one or two things. 

The admin asked:

Question: Care to share, debunk, theorize?

Answer:  Theoretically, it is possible, but the sample population is not representative of the population under scrutiny to test your hypothesis. Ideally, with the correct sampling techniques, one can always mathematically confirm a hypothesis. In this case, the traits and population targeted being: 'worst behaviors’ of an age group of, say, ages 10 to 20 (since one begins aux development in teens to 20s, and below 10 is not a very 'reliable’ age for a study). Also, since all children won’t show 'worst behaviors’, your theory will be incomplete, raising the question: what of their auxiliary functions? What do their functions do? Why are some children not 'worst’? Are there differences in males and females? What accounts for the inconsistencies / paradoxes, if any?

Here we come a full circle: is it the functions, or simply maturity / upbringing / cultural aspects etc?

Therefore (if you haven’t already done it): - Define the population under study. (By age, gender etc). - Define the traits you’ll be observing. (E.g.: 'worst’ means different to different people. Also, define characters you think are specific for a function.) - Collect data (questionnaires, surveys, interviews and so on). Avoid observer bias or calibrate for memory / recall inconsistency.  - Comparisons (between similar groups).  - Formulate a hypothesis.  - Then test the hypothesis (mostly retrospective study, in this case). I’ve tried not to make it too technical since you could always Google things like that (for procedures, etc). I wish you well with your study. 

#submission #children #entj #mbti

[mxadrian779]

Rant.

CW: transphobia, misgendering, general jackassery.

I’m in a…well, charged debate group. It’s titled “girls only” but includes NB and trans people in its description (which only happened because of me—original group description read “This is a debate group, made strictly for women. That includes trans men.“), so I thought it would be safe. HAH.

The group is pretty dominantly one side and doesn’t seem to have equal treatment of the other side. Cursing is allowed, and one admin in particular likes to call everyone from the other side “dumb bitch.” She spent the entire day calling me that, so when I snapped and returned the favour, someone reported me and my account got silenced. That’s not really what this rant is about, but it is a little background to show you this admin, and another, is an asshole.

Anyway, trash in that group started with a member at first accidentally misgendering me during an argument. That’s okay—no one can know at first. I informed her that that was not my pronoun. She ignores me and calls me the wrong pronoun; when I tell her, she resorts to calling me “it.” Naturally I divert the topic to call her out on her transphobic garbage; she defends, doubles down; the same went on for some time. Another member comes in and calls her out on it, and a third person…but then turns around and says that I was manipulating the situation!

Quotes:

“It was a manipulation when they said "don’t assume gender”. But you didn’t see it was a tactic.“

Me to this new asshole: “Seriously? Someone gets hurt by being misgendered, and you reduce it to a “tactic”? I appreciate your defense in some spots and I’m sorry for my misread of your original comment, but THIS is quite hurtful. Calling out a cishet’s transphobic comments isn’t a “manipulation.” I don’t give a damn about our differing beliefs; no one gets to dehumanise a trans person and then be supported by someone calling their pain a “tactic.” I couldn’t IMAGINE witnessing a trans person across the aisle getting misgendered, and then just calling it a manipulation tactic. Just no. Humans are humans and no one deserves to get misgendered, no matter how far apart the beliefs.“

New person: “so she defends you and you go after her? Want a go at me too now?”

 So a cis member calls a trans member an “it,” another cis member calls my hurt over it a “manipulation,” and it’s just all okay. Some time later, I brought up the issues with Admin One again and how they defended my misgendering. They then said that I probably wouldn’t care if they were misgendered, and I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs “YOU’RE CIS.”

 Next up: admin BS (let’s call this Admin One).

Someone tries to unite the polarized group with a topic on figuring out what we can agree on.

Person commenting: “We can all agree that everyone in this group is a girl and/or identifies as girl”

Me: “Actually, nope.”

Admin One: “You only seem to post when anything is said about trans people that you do not agree with. You are NOT special for being trans, you are trans. Give it up. That is a warning. If anybody is purposely transphobic feel free to message an admin.“

Me: “You’re right. How dare a trans person speak when trans people are the topic. How dare a trans person want to clarify that not everyone here identifies a certain way.I never insinuated I was "special,” but I certainly have every fucking right to speak on topics that have personal relevance.“

Admin One: “It is basically the only thing you pick on and yiu know it. I am so glad my ex wasn’t like you.”

Me: “Correcting problematic language and calling out transphobia in a group predominately populated by people who should know better is hardly “picking on.” Minorities have every fucking right to comment on what concerns them without being called out or feeling threatened. All I said was “no, this group is not girls-only.” Absolutely nothing wrong with that.“

Admin One:: “The point was you are hardly seen unless it’s to do with being trans. Don’t give me the BS minority stuff. I’m Pansexual, I just don’t need to make it my only voice“

(2 comments later) “I can say that enough is enough of these comments. Unless it’s purposely done. The end.“

 Next is Admin Two, the aforementioned one who likes to curse everyone out, me in particular. On someone else’s comment referring to me, I made a side note in parentheses like “dear universe, stop assuming everyone is ‘she’” and informed of my correct pronouns. Admin Two laugh-reacted to it, then as the topic went on, kept referring to me as “she.” She laugh-reacted every time I called her out and asked her to stop, and denied me calling her transphobic for it. I tagged another admin (a third one, apart from the two mentioned here—she is thankfully not an asshole), and reported the transphobia that was happening, which three people laugh-reacted to. Admin Two defended and would not stop misgendering me. Meanwhile, a new person defended the others with the fact that I have a feminine name (it was another account), basically says “what do you expect” and says I should change my name if I don’t want to be misgendered. I’ve seen their later comments wherein they continue to misgender me.

 *deep breath*

Gah. I apologise for the essay. I’m just so aggravated and frazzled and baffled by these people and this group. They’re of the type that should know better, and they’re purposely being transphobes and then mocking me when I call them out on it. I don’t know what to do. If I leave, they won’t learn anything. I can’t publicly address anything because 1) I’m afraid of Admin One and Two; 2) I’m the only trans person in that entire group, I feel like I have a giant target on my back—and 3) I’m not on the dominant side, so I fear about how much mistreatment comes from the fundamental disagreement, and fear them accusing me of – I dunno, of trying to make waves or something because I’m in the philosophical minority in that group, if that makes sense

#rant #trans #transphobia #transgender #enbyphobia #ceterophobia #vent

[ask-the-phan-site]

Phan Cam: A Superior Suspicion

>Shujin Academy. First day back after Summer Break.

>Homeroom.

Welcome back, class. I hope you all had a nice summer.

>The class agreed.

Becky: Today, I would like to start class with a question. Now, look at this kanji.

Becky: Now most of you already know, this means “shark”. Here, we pounce this kanji as “sam-eh”. But when written in romaji, it’s spelled as a completely different word from the English language. Does anyone know what that word is?

>She looks around... Finally, some raised their hand.

Becky: You?

>...

This word is “same”. As in things that are alike.

Becky: Correct! However...

You being here makes it feel like the same old days when you were under probation.

Joker: ...

Becky: I know, I know, it feels natural being here since you’ve been coming here for a year. Never mind, just as long as you behave yourself, I’ll just tell them that your old school is having some trouble and sent you here to finish your studies. Anyway, yes, in English it would look like “same”, which is pronounce with the silent e at the end making the a say its name. If you ever get confused about shark and same sounding the same, if you pardon that, have a look at this.

Becky: Just imagine that this is the dorsal fin of a shark sticking out of the water. And those lines at the bottom are its back fins. Okay, now, for the remainder of the lesson, write a full page essay on what you did over the summer.

>Luckily, my level of Knowledge should help me make something up so I won’t have to add all the Phantom Thief activities. Except for the Dream Festival and the End of Summer since those things actually happened.

>The courtyard at lunchtime.

I can’t believe it. We just had the greatest summer of our lives and now it’s over.

Well, you have to admit, this summer was unforgettable. Especially you turning into an alien.

Skull: And made a new friend on the way.

And encountered a dangerous cult. With a third rate hacker.

Sounds like something I should have seen.

Skull: I’m sure you’ll see Overflow soon.

By the way, Sakamoto kun, how was New York?

Skull: It wasn’t exactly how we expected.

Joker: Why? What happened?

Skull: Well, at Coney Island, Black Cat stole the prize money from a hot dog eatin' contest... Which Miles won. Pete, as Spider-Man, had to go after her. At the ball game, some moron called Tinkerer tried to sabotage the game so his team would win. Spider-Man managed to stop him, but Aunt May thought he was bad luck and asked us to leave, mostly to check on F.E.A.S.T., which wasn’t so bad because, to our actual luck, Captain America and Captain Marvel were there visitin' the younger homeless there. Next, the Ross Caliban concert was almost canceled because someone kidnapped Ross Caliban. It turns out it was Hammerhead so he could sing at his son’s birthday party. Spider-Man, me, and Akechi saved him, along with a selfie, but we couldn't go back to the concert.

Royal: That sounds like you and Akechi kun had a hard time.

Skull: Well, it wasn’t entirely bad.

Joker: Why?

We made a new friend at camp.

Panther: Really? Who?

We... Can’t really tell ya. But I’m sure we’ll see him again someday.

I’m sure you will.

Royal: I almost forgot, it looks like it’s not just Persona 5: Royal that will be coming out.

Joker: I know about Persona 5 Scramble: The Phantom Strikers.

Panther: First a game where we dance, then a game where we are in another dimensions, both of which we might have little memories of. Though, we definitely remembered the dancing. And now we have an Action RPG?

Oracle: Well look on the bright side...

There’s a chance it won’t be delayed like a certain other action rpg we know.

Royal: Now that’s a mean thing to say about Kingdom Hearts III.

Panther: I wonder if it’ll be like a Kingdom Hearts game. I know I saw the footage, but it’s still a bit hard to believe. A lot of us grew up on that game.

Skull: I’m still pissed about what happened to Sora at the end.

Joker: We’ll see him again soon, Ryuji. If there’s one thing we should know about Sora, he’s not the type to just up and die. He’ll be back, just like he said.

But just to be sure, I’ll have to have a little talk with Tetsuya Nomura... Or that guy from the other cafe.

What do I have a bad feeling on both accounts?

>Time passes and the bell rang to end school for the day.

Joker: Hey Ryuji, wanna train today? I was originally going to do some people watching with Yusuke, but he got chosen for duty today and can’t make it. And Makoto, Haru, and Akechi are busy with their studies.

Skull: Normally I’d say yes, but I got a follow up interview with KUROFUNE today. Maybe tomorrow.

Joker: Ann?

Panther: I’ve got a photo shoot today.

Oracle: And I promised Sojiro I’d help him and Diego at the cafe today.

Royal: And I have gymnastics practice.

Admin: I’m available. I’ve actually been meaning to gather some information about any criminals.

That might be a bit too much. But thanks, I’ll come.

Sweet! Let’s go.

Oracle: Take care of him, Nishima.

>Admin sighs in frustration over what Oracle keeps calling him, but just laughs it off and we head off.

>Akihabara. Me and Admin walked around trying to gather information on potential targets... Nothing. But we did some nice stuff from the capsule machine.

Admin: Guess things are good here for now.

Joker: I’m sure something will come up. The Phansite is still up and I’m sure something will come.

I know. Thanks.

>Admin checks his phone.

Admin: We’ve been walking around for hours, I guess we should eat before going home.

Joker: Alright. But let’s eat at the diner. I’m in no mood for having hot coffee spilt on me or my omelet having too much ketchup.

>We were just about to leave when we heard someone calling... It was Shinya’s mother. She looks worried.

Mrs. Oda: You!

Joker: Me?

Mrs. Oda: Yes, you. You’re the one my son spends time with.

Joker: Yes, I am. Why, what’s wrong?

Mrs. Oda: You haven’t seen him, have you?

Joker: No. Why?

Mrs. Oda: He was suppose to be home from school. I thought he probably went to the arcade like he normally does. We moved above there since they renovated. But he wasn’t there. I even asked his friends. I also though he probably went to the hospital to visit Yuta since his brother or whoever he is to him won the money for the operation. He’s not there either. Which Yuta’s unhappy about.

Joker: What do you mean?

Mrs. Oda: I spoke with Yuta’s mother. They’ve set the date for his operation. It’s very soon. Yuta was hoping to ask Shinya something.

Joker: What?

Mrs. Oda: (shaking her head) She said he would only tell Shinya. But we can’t find him anywhere.

Joker: Have you tried calling him?

Mrs. Oda: I did. It just goes to voicemail. I even tried asking at his school. His teachers said that he left school as the bell rang. No one had seen him since. I’m about ready to call the police.

Joker: Hold on. I have a friend who might be able to help. If that’s okay.

Mrs. Oda: Right now, I’m willing to try anything.

>I take out my phone and contact Oracle.

Futaba, can you help with something?

What’s up?

Shinya Oda is missing. His mother tried contacting him, but now answer. Do you think you can track his phone?

I’ll see what I can do. Good thing I brought my laptop.

>A little later.

Got it! I’m sending you the location now.

Thanks, Futaba.

>With that, I get the location on my phone.

Mrs. Oda: Well?

Joker: It looks like his phone is near Miura Beach. Let’s look there.

Mrs. Oda: Right.

Admin: I’ll stay at the arcade in case he comes back.

Joker: Right. See you.

>With that, we leave.

>In the summer, Miura Beach is crowded with people. But now the summer was coming to an end and autumn fast approaching, there were very few people still here... We really need to remember to come back here next year. Anyway, me and Mrs. Oda arrived.

Joker: Okay, the map says that Shinya’s phone should be right over...

There!

Mrs. Oda: (a bit surprised) Well... I guess... It’s no surprise that a legendary gamer would want legendary ramen.

Joker: Try calling again.

>Mrs. Oda takes out her phone and calls... We hear a ringtone inside the truck. We check inside. We find a backpack with Shinya’s name on it. And near ti... His cap. We look inside the backpack... His phone with at least a dozen messages from his mother.

CRAP!

Mrs. Oda: That’s it, I’m calling the cops.

>Shinya where the hell are you?

>On a hidden ship out at sea, Shinya comes to.

(if you’re wondering why he has his cap on when it was left behind, that’s because this is the only sprite there is of him) Wh- What happened to me? I remember the legendary ramen truck. I knew I had some money and some time, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a bit. Damn, I should have known it was odd. The legendary truck never stops unless someone catches it. I got in, got some ramen, eat some of it and...

Ugh! I just can’t remember.

>Shinya tries to get up... But he feels something painful on his back.

Shinya: OW! What the...

>He feels his back. It was...

What!? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?

>It was... A shark dorsal fin.

????????: Ah, I see you’re awake at last. I know it was wrong to hijack a legendary ramen truck, but still, for my research.

Shinya: What... What did you do to me?

????????: I merely gave you half of my serum.

>The man then walks into the light.

The rest is right here. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt... Much.

>Shinya tries to back away from the man, but he was too strong and quick and grabbed Shinya and injected him with something. After that, Shinya started writhing in pain.

Mad scientist: Amazing! The legendary gamer, Shinya Oda. You have been playing Gun About for so long, you might actually become skilled with a real gun. And combined with this serum. This... Gene Slammer, I might actually create the perfect being that I, Dr. Anton Sevarius, would put this serum’s original creator, the ‘great’ Dr. Luther Paradigm, to shame. You see, the problem with our creations... Is who we chose for it. We chose random people... But now I’m choosing more carefully.

Shinya: (still in pain) What’s... What’s going to happen to me?

Dr. Sevarius: Rest assure that when the pain is over... You will be beautiful.

Shinya: (now in the greatest pain there is): No... N-

NOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

>With that, Shinya falls.

Dr. Sevarius: Such drama... I love it.

>Suddenly, someone comes in.

I don’t feel right about mutating a kid, but if it means we can make the Pack stronger, we’ll try anything... Can a shark even be part of a pack?

Dr. Sevarius: Normally, a group of sharks is called a frenzy. And that’s why we will be creating this new group of fighters. Our... Pack Frenzy.

Wolf: I see. By the way, Jackle-

Voice from outside: (clearing thought)

Wolf: (groan) Captain Jackle said we’re approaching Fission City. I can’t believe this ship got us here so quickly. Where did you say you got it from again?

Dr. Sevarius: Just something Halcyon Renard won’t miss... Especially where he is now.

>Meanwhile, in a riverside warehouse in New York where the ship is suppose to be...

Well... This can’t be good. Miss Anastasia won’t like this... If she ever comes back from one of her long trips.

Worker: What do you suggest we do, Mr. Vogel?

Mr. Vogel: ... Get me Elisa Maza.

>Back on the ship which is now really close to Fission City, California.

Wolf: I don’t understand. Why come here to Fission City? What about those Street Sharks who live here a lot?

Dr. Sevarius: Think of it this way... No gargoyles.

Wolf: That’s something, I guess.

>Hearing this, after the pain finally stopped, Shinya breaks free of his chains and knocks the two men aside. He runs out of the room and jumps off deck into the water and swims to the city ahead.

Wolf: That can’t be good. I’m going after him.

Dr. Sevarius: Don’t bother. Where will he go? He’s a stranger in a strange land... and sea here.

Wolf: What about the Street Sharks?

Dr. Sevarius: ... Go after him.

>Then, with a loud howl, Wolf changes.

Believe me, I will.

>Fission City. Shinya Oda, once a regular boy who was really good at shooter games, was now roaming in a place he has never been before... But he does know of it.

Shinya: (at his mother’s request, we will not be showing him as a shark/human being, use your imagination) If this place is Fission City... Lena... Damn, if only I had my phone.

>Shinya looked around and spotted a phone booth and goes to it. He finds a phone book. Keep in mind, Shinya is still learning English, so finding what he’s looking for in an American phone book is difficult. But, after a little struggling, he found what was looking for. Lena Mack. Her address was with it.

Shinya: Got it!

>The apartment of young scientist, Lena Mack. Lena Mack was just about to go on her morning run when...

Shinya: (calling from the bushes) Psst!

Who’s there.

>Shinya comes out of his hiding place.

Lena Mack: (surprised) A shark!?

Shinya: Lena onesan*.

Onesan=big sister

Lena Mack: Wait... King bo*? Is... Is that you?

Bo=used for babies or young boys.

Shinya: I could use a little help. Can you take me someplace.

Lena: I know a place.

>In a sewer like lair, Lena introduces Shinya to her friends, Bends... and the Street Sharks.

I don’t believe it! We finally lock up Piranoid for good, then someone comes along and copies him? And does it to a kid? Taking him away from his mother just like that?

I know you’re upset, Jab, but we can fix this. We still have the antidote we used on ourselves once.

I don’t know, you guys. I’ve heard of this Sevarius guy from a friend of mine in New York. If what he says is true, there’s a chance he’s probably expecting us to use the antidote and made it so it wouldn’t work, or worse.

Then what are we suppose to do?

Bends: I suppose telling someone won’t work. This guy might try to do something if we do.

Then we’ll just go after him. We’ll make him pay for what he did.

Streex: He’s got the Pack with him. And they’re probably prepared for us... Makes you wish those gargoyles were here right now. But still, we can’t let this go by. If we want to be sure that if he really made it so the antidote doesn’t work, we need to get it straight from him.

Lena: How do we do that? Convince him to have a change of heart?

Shinya: ... Actually, that’s exactly what should happen.

Lena: You know something?

Shinya: I do. All I need... Is the Internet.

>Ripster takes Shinya to the computer and he begins typing away.

Shinya: Phantom. Aficionado. Website.

Ripster: The Phantom Thieves of Hearts? I guess that might work. If this guy isn’t heartless as people say he is, they might help.

Shinya: No, I can tell he’s definitely heartless... But I think I know a target for them.

Bends: Who?

Shinya: A member of the Pack, Wolf, he sounds like he genuinely didn’t like that Sevarius mutated a kid for his plans. Maybe he’s our ticket.

Jab: (smiling) I actually like the way you think... Kahuna.

Shinya: (puzzled) Kahuna?

Jab: Yeah, gotta call your shark form something. Going by your real name might cause problems. I thought of Kahuna ‘cause you’re the big man where you come from. Plus, you managed to escape from your kidnappers and swim all the way here.

Shinya: Kahuna? ... You know, I actually like that.

Big Slammu: Glad you do

>So, Kahuna, begins making his request... What’s going to happen next.

#phantom thieves cam

[collasnua]

Final Evaluation

In the beginning of this project I must admit I felt very lost and confused. The little feedback I received in the previous project completely contradicted everything i’d been told my lecturers leading up to the hand in deadline. I had no real direction to go in. The majority of the feedback was targeted at issues I’d spoken about in my blog and had been trying to solve from the beginning. I just felt completely lost and upside down, should I listen to the advice from my tutors just to be told the complete opposite? (not an exaggeration, this is what happened word for word contradicting what aspects of the project I was told to focus on) Either way, from there I had a very rocky start, my confidence was knocked, I was going through personal issues and I must say through out it all, Becky was amazing. We both looked back on the past projects and just, decided we didn’t want to do that again. We were not going to touch narrative but aim for a easy to digest, easy to understand experience.   Becky’s organisation and attitude really helped me to come back to myself and complete the work when I needed to. Overall, I’m proud of what Becky and I achieved. We created exactly what we set out to in the beginning. I remember being a few weeks in and panicking that I wouldn’t have enough work to show, that my art wouldn’t be good enough and that i’d disappoint Becky but I’m very happy to say, I’ve completely turned around that mentality. I look back at the work I’ve done to compile it into a PDF and I’ve made way more work than I realized. I not only have I improved so much since first year, but in the past few months alone I’ve noticed great improvement, I attribute most of that to being in an art positive environment, both inside my own head, and from the words coming from those around me.

I really enjoy the work and painting style I chose for this game. Becky was a perfect person to work along side. Becky’s constant enthusiasm and excitement for the game kept me wanting to create better and more polished work, aiming to constantly out do myself and improve. In past games it’s always felt like I was putting my energy into motivating others and getting nothing in return, but working with Becky everything was natural, the correct balance of work and joking. We’d joke to work off the pressure but it’d never hinder or get in the way of work. This is a skill i always appreciate, someone that can sense when you’re starting to get burnt out, takes a moment to re-configure things then move on positively. I very rarely felt overworked or exhausted of this game whilst working on it. The only issues we encountered were road blocks with our own work, which we fixed by talking to lecturers. I set out to try incorporate the sublime into an endless runner, to some extent I captured this, but with more time i’d know what aspects I’d push further. I’d love to have different locations to run past, like lakes and ruined castles. I’d also love to include the aging deer, from faun to dust, with difficulty changing with the age of the deer. This is an idea that i think would really solidify that feeling of flow and bring the game together as a single experience. I think if i were to reproach this, i’d put more time into considering the scenery and feel of the game rather than focusing on the characters (the deer and fire) although I still feel that the scenery captures the feeling I wanted, i know i could push this further.  Adding more aspects of the sublime, and maybe some direct references to some of my favorite works.

Throughout my time here my goal for after Uni has fluctuated with my confidence. I really would love to set up a studio to work with those I know I can get along with and create games along side, but I also didn’t want anyone to feel pressured into working with me out of “well what else would grace do” But a few days ago I Becca asked if she could join me in starting a company, this coupled with Stuart asking me prior, I realized I wasn’t bothering people by asking them if they wanted to see this as an option, it was just that, I was sharing the option with them. Everyone around me are adults and they know ultimately the path they want to go down. I know that I genuinely enjoy taking on a more Art directorial role, I love motivating others and getting them excited to create and share their ideas. Honestly bouncing off of other people is my favorite part of games design, I don’t necessarily have to create work for the final game, or have my name on anything, I just want to work with others to make work in a positive environment. I’m honestly happy to just do the admin, organisation and cheer people on from the sidelines. Don’t get me wrong I do also really love creating and making my own work, I find is so satisfying to see all the ideas you’ve worked on come to life, I just don’t always need to be the one to do it. After hand in I’m going to gather those I can to talk about the options properly, I’ll outline the risks involved and see if they’re willing to take that jump with me. If they’re not then I can continue to work 2D asset freelance and do game jams.

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