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[scarsmood]

Genuinely don't say this to send you hate just to inform you - it's not possible for alters to die which is why I was confused. They can go dormant or integrate with others/into the system and be "gone" in that sense, but they can't die. A part of the mind can't die.

Concepts, ego states, and perspectives, personalities, can be disintegrated, change so much they are no longer identifiable, and dissociation can seperation of a personality of state to the point where it is changed fundementally. Ego death is very much common and real.

“Death” does not have to mean the death of nuerons in your brain. It does not have to mean grey matter. When someone says my alter died because we as a system have fundamentally changed so much theyre concept of living, functioning and adapting to the present environment was no longer found useful, sane, or logical. Alters don’t die. There is no dead brain matter. But that ego state, personality and memory combination, and imprint that personality left is gone forever. You will never see that combination again. Because as our perspective changes so does our identity and who we are. If a part of us cant change to its gone.

Because your environment shapes your reaction and stimulus. When we learn and recognize we are no longer in danger most trauma survivors will change because they are no longer using survival tactics. We have to re-learn how to percieve and react to stimulus.

Parts of you will no longer to be able to find an adaption. Adaptions in previous environments can be forgotten, unlearned or discarded through recognition. Adaptions can be a main reason for alters functioning or being seperated from others.

Are you aware clients with Dissociative disorders it is recommended by kluft (dumb mother fucker. 1990’s esc teaching) suggests it is ethical and ok to hypnotise paitents into integrating and loosing or picking apart traits built from ptsd reactions without the paitents consent?

If a medical professional can hypnotise and reprogram an alter without their consent and tell them they “changed” or “saw a new perspective” without their knowledge. Why am I not allowed to voice that this changes are permanent and a form of ego death. To clarify CBT and DBT are both consensual and very real ethical ways to change your perspective and personality the difference is you consent to it by having the knowledge to employ these skills. Same goes with EMDR. Unknowing hypnosis is not the same and should not be an accepted standard.

Not to be grim but the medical institutions we desperately look to for validation are not in advocacy for a paitents well being. They are looking for what turns someone into a model human being with your consent or not. From gender identity, sexual orientation, plurality, neurodiversity will all be downplayed and dismissed by unethical therapists and practices. They want you to conform to a society they have placed personally as what it means to “live” not what it means to you.

If you think spouting to me alters cannot die this information stems from people such as colin a ross who said this shit. who was the head of the international institute of trauma. Who specialized in dissociative disorders and DID for decades. Who laid a platform for so much information on how to treat us. Guess what. I shook that mother fuckers hand. I looked him in the eyes when I took part of his studies. He doesn’t know jack fucking shit. He likes power, attention and feeling special.

He writes conspiracy theories in his free time. He abuses and kills paitents and ran from the law in canada. He hypnotises people without their consent and encourages it unethically targeting paitents even when their not currently in session because he thinks its fun.

These words you tell me? They don’t mean jack fucking shit. You want a conversation? Come back with something better. Because this isn’t a discussion your parroting professionals who do not have DID, abuse paitents, and generally do not respect or listen to our voices. I told my therapist they sre ethical and a system themselves. They told me the terminology was valid but to keep in mind it is more about breaking apart nothing was lost just changed permanently. I agreed but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a death to us. We lost a way of life, someone we knew, and a way to navigate the outside world. It was permanently changed. That context can never come back 100% completely untouched. When certian groups of alters are together we not the group of us are like scar. But that isnt the same as scar. Scar was himself. It is like art. You never make the same thing twice. Same with computer memory in every slot for ram the information and burned in. When you clear memory you are saying its ok to write over the memory from previous use. Thats it. You cant undo these things that is life.

Instead of correcting someone with an experience you can ask for clarification. As someone whose been in testing trials for dissociative identity disorder and works with and around that professional community in my private time. As someone whose witnessed the silencing of our voices.

I am frankly sick of hearing this. Doctors are not your friends. They are a neutral party giving an explanation for a cause that is not set in stone. They don’t fully know either if they did diagnostic critera would never change. They are making assumptions from research and doing their best to draw conclusions from what we know. Scientific theroy.

That doesn’t mean you can go around and correct peoples experiences. You can get fucked. I’m not changing jack shit. Respect someones terminology because death has never been used for only bodily death. Death is used metaphorically and tangentially often and a lot. You have no right to criticize me. This isn’t misinformation because I am not educating. I am sharing my experience. I am not claiming my experience is a 1 to 1 for what it means scientifically.

Again get fucked. This is never ok to say to people who are trauma survivors or people with mental illness. It shows ignornance and that your not aware of experiences others may have.

Ask for clarification. Say “is that like x?” Thats all you have to say. Your wording is damaging at best and silencing a victim at worst. If you want to be high and mighty telling someone their experience is invalid via wording is the wrong place to do it. This isn’t constructive or positive.

You will get much farther with people if you understand emotions and metaphors play into lots of peoples terminology. I have never claimed scars death was proven, scientific or based in fact. When i say scar has died i am voicing an experienced ego death and disintegration of a personality we will never get back.

This discussion by the way. Is why it’s commin for systems to be silent. Because my deviantion of experience is met with this shit. Just for being different. If you think this is “abnormal” or “incorrect” most systems by your standards are going to fail. Because the majority i have met it is typical to have experiences that have not been fully experessed in scientific papers yet. Why would they? There isn’t a point. Because they want you to be stable and adapt to society. They dont care how. They just need it to happen to do their job. As long as its healthy and non damaging they dont care.

I can vent about this type of talk for hours. But im done.

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[alisterusalight]

Entanglement by Toby Fitch

I am watching myself untangle my earphones, my body’s walk paused, standing on the corner of Bedford and Probert beneath mini grotesques on the roof of a white and grey self-renovated house, its ghost gum swaying in the wind as three trains careen by from different origins, interlocking like snaking blocks of Tetris, the passengers on board watching my body standing there on the corner of Probert, its fingers untangling earphones, its eyes fixed on a missing parrot poster taped to a telegraph pole, mind fixating on whether the silk shirt they’re wearing (white feathers on black) expresses their gender today, standing on the corner of Probert, sun splitting the clouds as a gap opens up between trains permitting past and future to collide, I am watching myself untangle my earphones from the roof with the mini grotesques I crouch beside, ghost gum convulsing in the wind, silver leaves within reach but obscuring the vermilion and forest-green parrot whose clipped wings have carried it from Lilyfield to Newtown, one dry urban tree to the next, and into my garden from which I’ve climbed to the rooftops in pursuit of the missing bird whose family has arrived to shout advice from the street, along with two firemen, some neighbours and passers-by as three trains speed to separate destinations, interlocking like snaking blocks of Tetris, my body spaced out across lightweight tin roof, mind fixating on whether I’m capable of holding this creature who doesn’t want to be held, sweat dripping all the way to the sidewalk, sun splitting the clouds as a gap opens up between trains, synapses tethered to the silver leaves, the wild expectations of the street, the vermilion and green blur as the parrot slips my grasp, glides out across Bedford, just clearing the fence to the train tracks, clipped wings flapping but not rising, the thud of its body audible over the screech of metal on metal, the bright bird feathered on the dark rocks of the tracks, face up to the sky, for days to come, I am watching myself untangle.

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"In the event that she hears a sound that she enjoys, she'll begin to rehash it again and again. Then we'll put it on signal," says White.

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African Dark parrots of the two genders appear to be identical, so nobody knows whether Einstein is male or female. The zoo's veterinarians could tell with a blood test, however the zoo has chosen to avoid it. Einstein lives joyfully with the name of an extraordinary male researcher, and a female pronoun.

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At the point when Einstein showed up at the Knoxville Zoo, she took off from obscure African Dim parrot to star status. Einstein was a prompt hit in the zoo's new Bird Show. Guests cherished the show, which elements free-flight, normal ways of behaving of around 14 birds and a couple of different creatures. Nonetheless, the African Dark immediately turned into the star.

Einstein doesn't remain at the zoo consistently. Nor does she restrict her jargon to words and sounds her coaches maintain that she should learn. At some point, the African Dark was riding in a vehicle en route to a school sharing time. Abruptly, she started to sing "Cheerful Birthday" to her stunned mentors. Nobody knew when and how she took in the melody, yet she knew it.

Einstein isn't just the star of Knoxville Zoo's Bird Show. She is likewise a well known "spokesbird" for the zoo and for Knoxville the travel industry.

Despite the fact that Einstein is around 22 years of age as I compose this (mid 2007), she won't ever act or comprehend as a 22-year old human. African Dim parrots have the mental ability of a 5-year old kid. Inwardly, they are more similar to a 2-year old human. The individuals who live with African Dim parrots are continually helped to remember this.

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Einstein, the talking African Dim is astonishing. You ought to know, in any case, that not all African Grays are like Einstein. The Knoxville Zoo has another African Dim parrot named Allie. Allie has learned just a small bunch of words. Maybe Allie is short of talking since Einstein is so great. Maybe Allie is simply not propelled.

Absolutely numerous African Dim parrots in all actuality do figure out how to talk. An exclusive, 10-year old African Dim in Texas - likewise named Einstein - is credited with knowing 122 words, 94 expressions, and 21 sounds.

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[babylonianpirate]

Bios [The crew]

Name: Leta Grey Nickname: None as of yet Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Mongoose Trademarks (outfit):  Leta sports a dark gray sweater, pale gray hooded overcoat, brown belt, and cerulean skinny jeans tapered at the end, and black boots. For accessories, he dons a pair of green visor sunglasses over his forehead and gold hoop earrings. Occupation: Doctor Alignment: Leta agrees to Leta BIO: Born to a family of medicine, Leta took to the family trade almost immediately. The first steps towards that was the study of toxicology. In his mind Leta figured medicine was just a different kind of poison. Both were lethal in large doses, right? And to his credit, he did find his own place with that in mind. He hadn’t created any groundbreaking medicine, but the various creams and balms worked absolute wonders on those who used them. Originally, Leta’s mother’s face was riddled with wrinkles and dark bags under her eyes. But thanks to her son’s ointments she ended up looking like a spry 20 year old soon after. 

Despite this...Leta was never praised how one would expect. It was less so a parents and child relationship between him and parents and more like an employee appealing to their boss. That lack of paternal affection led to Leta simply discarding the desire for it altogether. It wasn’t like he was unhappy with his situation. He still got the affirmation he felt he deserved for his efforts. 

Some months later during the Zombot outbreak his parents had trapped one of the infected Mobians with the intention to study them by watching them turn and recording the results. Up unto this point Leta had always been banned from entering his parents lab but today...something compelled him to enter... One detail to note about said lab was the dividing door between the main lab and the holding area. Once he caught wind of what his parents were doing their “parenting” karma finally reared its head. Leta figured “wouldn’t more subjects provide better results?” With that in mind he locked the doors from the outside and released their captive. 

He was hoping the virus would give me insight on what he truly desired but seeing the mindless monsters the three ended up turning into he just sighed in disgust as he activated the defense protocols in the lab, torching all three in the holding area before leaving altogether.   

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Name: Aria

Nickname: None as of yet Age: 30 Gender: Female Species: Ram Occupation: First Mate

Born to a quiet family in the city. Aria admired her father as a child. A professional boxer that, despite her mothers’ protests. She’d do her best to emulate him during his training. The last straw was Aria letting her wool grow over her arms as makeshift gauntlets. Her mother put her foot down and pulled the young ram away from her father for more feminine lessons. 

Aria obviously protested the first few months in but her mother was just as hard-headed as her child. Aria was still banned from joining her father during his training, but when the young ram started to show interest in her mother’s desires and wants. The reward for doing so was letting her father’s matches play in the back. 

It was then and there when Aria met Atreya. At the end of her father’s championship match the camera caught a little parrot wandering confused into the ring. She clearly didn’t know where she was, and any and all attempts to convey as such was met with equal confusion from those around her. When Aria noticed she couldn’t help but to laugh... Her mother had included language lessons in between cooking and other life skill she felt was important. While Aria couldn’t fully understand her, she could at least piece together bits and pieces. After a call to her father, Atreya was brought home along with him and thus the language lessons began. And the endless hell it brought with it...

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Name: Calypso Nickname: None as of yet Age: Has long since stopped, physically in her early 20′s Gender: Nonbinary, but will respond to either or Species: Jellyfish Occupation: Cook

Prior to the world resetting Genesis Wave, Calypso ruled her native Zones. To those who obeyed her commands, seldom as they were. She’d return that devotion with equal blessings and fruitful bounty unto the residents of that Zone in particular. And to those who would meet her mercy with aggression and ire, Calypso made use of her knowledge of magic to tear the very soul from their physical form and seal them for eternity in the tides. After the events of Robotnik absorbing the power of the Master Emerald, effectively becoming a God in his own right. Calypso closed off her kingdom as a whole. Using the countless souls she had laid claim to as a battery source. For a time, she and those under her rule lived a fairly undisturbed life. Gazing only ever so often beyond the seal to see how the world outside had turned before going back to her usual.

What Calypso couldn’t account for however...was just how deep the Doctor’s own disdain and wrath towards Sonic truly went. Because she had no knowledge of the massive device Robotnik has created to reset the world as a whole. Calypso had no countermeasure set. In the wake of the blast her kingdom, her prisoners, her people...all of it was ripped away from her.

The Jellyfish found herself wandering aimlessly. The cruel tyrant now gone and what remained was a simple woman with a penchant for the culinary arts. Calypso couldn’t put her finger on it but being in front of a stove brought her a peaceful joy. It didn’t take long before she made a name for herself, small as it was. She soon sought out guidance from the Sea Witch Circe in order to further perfect her craft. During that time Calypso slowly started picking up the pieces of her former memories. Nothing major, but the basic knowledge of magic came trickling back little by little. She could’ve used this to fall back to the woman she was but instead, Calypso choose to heal. Weaving magic into her cooking to help ease aches and pains of those who ate it. 

Before she departed from Circe’s temple, Calypso made a promise to send her teacher jugs of wine every now and again. Just little gifts of thanks. 

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Name: Snowy Grey Nickname: None as of yet Age: Perished at 20 Gender: Female Species: Rabbit Occupation: Nurse

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Name: Antonia Nickname: None as of yet Age: 19 Gender: Female Species: Dolphin mermobian

Occupation: Cartographer/Navigator

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[sarahjkl82-blog]

Artistic Instinct: Chapter 5

Header thanks to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty

Summary: Marcus Pike and OC Anushka Pierce have been selected to work on a 5 eyes (Australia, Canada, NZ, the UK and US) intelligence team to track down art forgeries as a part of taking down an international white terrorism cell. Marcus is trying to escape his broken heart, Anushka is just trying to escape what the world expects of her.

Word count: 4,700 (yup, the words ran away from me!)

Warnings: Language.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader (OC)

This comes with a MASSIVE THANK YOU to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty , who read, re-read, pointed out the constant flipping between tenses and gave me the confidence to try to write something!This is the first thing I have written since angsty poetry as a teenager. Apologies if it is shit!

Art washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday life

Pablo Picasso

Chapter 5

Golden sunlight streams down in ribbons upon your hair, setting fire to the natural red highlights and causing the wrought iron railing to cast beautiful shadows across the floor. Marcus sits with you upon your hotel balcony in the late morning sunshine. You are now, a little more comfy, wearing your airport clothes- the high-waisted, wide-legged jeans and a mustard yellow and cream breton top that does everything to highlight the rise and fall of your curves.

He watches each tiny twitch of your face as you read notes from the meeting- your full lips pout and brow furrow as your gaze flits backwards and forwards over the words, making connections and drawing together the different pieces of information that you’d gathered from that meeting. Marcus tries to smother a chuckle when you unthinkingly roll your eyes and shake your head at the point where some idiot tried talking over you in the meeting and he can fully read from his position that you have scrawled TWAT across your notes in reference to that mediocre white man.

It’s at this sound, that you look up, “What’s up?” you ask tiredly, smiling amusedly in his direction.

“You’ve got such an expressive face as you read- I swear, it’s like your muscles are reliving all of the faces you wanted to pull in the meeting. You managed that jerk well in there.”

“I’ve been managing cockwombles like him my entire life. They’re fucking insidious,” you say turning your eyes back towards the screen, shaking your head at the memory of the all the arseholes who have gone before and all those who were yet to come. “If they had anything to actually offer, I’d accept it; but they just parrot shit back at you - the same shit that came out of your own mouth moments earlier - as if it is their fucking own, enlightened idea!”

“I can imagine.This level of work, even in the art fraud department, is such an old boys’ club,” he agrees, pursing his lips in annoyance of the invisible barriers that you must have come up against.

Nodding in agreement, you add with your head tilting to one side as you take the agent in, “You don’t seem to fall into that category, Marcus. You even handed the reins over to me in there- I should have just been your lackey today, not the one doing all the speaking. I appreciate you treating me like an equal.”

Rolling his shoulders and stretching the sides of his neck, Marcus looks off into the distance as he slightly straightens up in his seat, “My Mamá firmly entrenched the value of every human being in me, regardless of their gender. I don’t wanna bring it up again, and certainly never wanna upset you, but you should be my role in the team. Your aptitude for this role far outweighs mine,” he grins and turns towards you, “There’s a part of me that feels like a mediocre white man around you.”

“Well, at least you have decent enough manners not to mansplain my ideas back at me!” you laugh, hugely enjoying your boss’ company on that narrow balcony.

“You know, I didn’t recognise you wearing civvies in the airport? I was absolutely kicking myself for not taking a ride with you to the airport.”

“Yeah, I get that. After seeing me suited and booted, it must have been a shock to see a jet-lagged, middle-aged man in old jeans and a hoodie,” Marcus humbly chuckles, shaking his head.

“Are you digging?” Your eyebrow arches high on your brow as you interrogate him teasingly.

“What do you mean digging?” Marcus furrows his brows as his eyes widen innocently.

“Digging for a compliment, you daft thing!”

“Hah, no! I meant it honestly. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and don’t even know the reflection that stares back at me,” he replies, shaking his head sadly.

“Pssh, you have nothing to worry about. Some of us can only dream of looking as put together as you. I generally look as though I crawled through an art studio backwards even if I use an iron and put make-up on- in fact, scratch that- I look worse if I iron and put effort into how I look,” you exhale despairingly at the memory of all the other immaculate recruits and your general throw-it-on, it’ll-do appearance. “Everyone else in my family is so incredibly smart- immaculate even- and yet, I stick out like a sore thumb. Like I didn’t quite pass the expectations of what it takes to be an adult. I swear that’s the reason my aunties think I’m not married.”

Marcus huffs a gentle laugh, “I think that’s a big part of it for me. For the amount of grey in my hair and the creases in my skin, I’m not where I expected to be at this point in my life.”

“Where did you expect to be, Marcus?” You cock your head to one side, listening intently.

A buzz suddenly emerges from your phone:

« On est en bas! »

“Ah they’re downstairs- but do not think for one second that this conversation is over,” you wag your finger in Marcus’ direction as you gather your belongings, “We will continue this later.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Marcus mock salutes you and clicks his heels together as he rises from his chair with a huge crunch from his knees, “See, what did I tell ya? Old. I’m gonna grab my things.”

Grabbing your trusty rucksack from the floor of the balcony as Marcus departs, you feel almost reluctant to leave the balcony and the conversation that you were having with him. Since he’d helped you through the anxiety attack prior to re-entering your old workplace, the two of you had found an ease in being around each other. Whilst you are dreaming of spending a day chatting with Marcus, he’s already back with a small smile and a soft look about his eyes as he catches you staring into space.

Walking through the hotel, Marcus and you could be thought of as any pair of friends on holiday with your giggles and gentle jibes towards each other as you walk down endless corridors to find the exit. There is no way that anyone would have said that you had met barely twenty-four hours before or that you were there as business associates with the easy air you treat each other. After crossing the elegant lobby, you finally reach the doors to the outside world, a wave of relief coursing through you to see that you didn’t have to make a decision as to which way to open the door as there is someone to do it for you.

As you reach their car, Jacques takes off his seatbelt and makes to get out of the car but Marcus waves him off, opening the door for you to jump into one of the back seats.

“Oh you weren’t kidding about the stickiness,” you mercilessly tease the pair sitting in the front seats. Élodie responds by sliding her front seat back as far as it can go and you yelp in surprise at the sudden crushing of your legs, slamming your fist on her headrest in mock anger.

“Please excuse the children, Marcus,” Jacques shakes his head and sighs deeply but Élodie reaches over and squeezes her husband’s thigh in a way that makes him yelp and laugh in the same breath.

Marcus and you catch each other’s eyes and grin at the playfulness. You might be here on business but at least you can enjoy yourselves at the same time. The stresses of the morning slowly ebbing from your mind, you stretch out, resting your head against the cool glass of the window and allow the hum of the car engine and gentle chatter to surround you, lulling you off to the sleep you had missed out on the night before.

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Something is tenderly brushing against your cheek and you instinctively nuzzle into the warm touch as your eyes start to open and the world begins to regain its focus, “Hey, sleepyhead! We’re here,” Marcus murmurs as he strokes your cheek with his thumb to rouse you from your slumber.

“Shit. Sorry. Sorry,” you rub your eyes with your knuckles trying to rid yourself of the embarrassment of snuggling the fingers of your new boss, noticing that Élodie and Jacques have already left the car.

“No worries, your snores were pretty cute,” the agent teases you gently with a lopsided grin crossing his face.

“Lies! I don’t snore.” you exclaim indignantly at the accusations, but glad he hasn’t focussed on your reaction to him caressing your cheek, as your faculties start to kick in, reaching for the door handle to escape Marcus’ jokey impressions of your snores.

The mountain air in Grenoble strokes its icy fingertips against your neck, making you wrap the woolly softness of your cardigan more tightly around yourself. You notice Marcus also zipping up a black leather jacket over his hoodie. In the open boot of his car, Jacques concentrates on making a roll up next to a small bag of resources for you - cotton gloves, sample pots, tweezers and magnifying glasses.

“s'il vous plait, Marcus. Before we do anything else, I need to borrow your muscles,” Élodie announces to him, “We need coffee, and if I know that woman standing next to you, she will be in need of one, too!”

At Élodie’s statement, you watch Marcus’ face crease into a small smile, flashing that lovely dimple, as he crosses his arms across his chest. You wonder whether he's protecting his clothes from your next caffeine hit or trying to steel himself for the latest cheeky wink coming from Élodie. A slightly raised eyebrow is sent in your direction as his boots softly stride behind the clack of her heels upon the pavement.

A waft of tobacco drifts through the air as Jacques lights up as you watch his wife and your boss walk off in the direction of coffee.

“You left us, Nush,” Jacques scratches his nose as he looks at you through a cloud of smoke he has exhaled, “You disappeared. Literally, disappeared to the point that none of us could track you down.

“I mean, it is testament to what an incredible agent you are that you can just make yourself that invisible but…” he takes another inhale of the cigarette as he turns his shoulders to mirror your position, “But you weren’t even there for Jasper’s funeral.”

Silent rivers course down your face, “Please, Jacques. Don’t make me do this now. I can’t do this right now. Let me find my feet before we get into all of this. This is my first job since everything,” your hands trembling as you gesture wildly in the air. “I want to explain. I missed you both so much but I can’t right now. It isn’t the right time.”

Nothing more is said between the two of you as you both sit silently next to each other. Jacques nods contemplatively whilst he carries on sucking at his cigarette for comfort and release from the tension that has built upon his face. In the relative safety of the car boot, as he reaches across what feels like a chasm between you to pat your thigh, you can see the hurt searing through his eyes.

How did Imanage to destroy so much?

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Marcus wonders how you are doing. He keeps looking back at you until you fade from his sight just to make sure that you are ok. He swears that he saw your shoulders and head drop as they seem to whenever you’re reminded of whatever those ghosts are that you haven’t managed yet to lay to rest.

“She’ll be ok with Jacques. Those two are like brother and sister, you needn't worry,” Élodie pats Marcus’ arm as she points in front of her, nodding towards a cafe. Seeing a small tic in his jaw, she adds with a small smile, “She’s special to you, non?”

After Marcus holds the door for Élodie, he shoves his hands in his pockets and pauses before saying, “Yeah. She is. I don’t think in all my years of working as an agent, that I’ve ever met someone like Anushka. Listening to her speak about art and the various different forgeries… it just transports me to a place... I’m not just in the museum seeing the original masterpieces. It’s not even just that I can see those pieces in front of me. Just by her words bringing them alive, I become part of the art. Her passion and knowledge is infectious and she cannot help but to enthuse everyone around- she is truly gifted.”

“Anushka is incredibly talented. She was born to be in the role but I would say that’s not the only way that you think she’s special,” Élodie gently analyses as she squeezes Marcus’ arm seeing a moment of panic cross his face- she tries to swallow down a laugh at how he looks like a little boy caught with his hand in the biscuit tin, “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word to Nush- she can be a bit like a wild animal at times. It can take time to earn her trust. The 5 Eyes team is separate from Mi5, non?”

Marcus’ brow furrows, “Yes, we work under slightly separate parameters as we work across five agencies across the world- sort of similar to Interpol. Why d’ya ask?”

“Ok, so if you were to start anything with her- if anything were to be allowed to develop between the two of you, could it result in disciplinary action or her losing her role? Hang on,” she pauses as the assistant behind the glass shelf raises their eyebrows in Élodie’s direction, alerting her that it is time to order, « Bonjour, quatre cafés s’il vous plaît »

Marcus adds « Et je voudrais deux pain aux raisins aussi, s’il vous plaît. »

“Oh, I didn’t realise that you spoke a little French- a man of many talents,” Élodie teases with a wink as she grabs her purse from her bag, “And let me guess, the food is to try to stop Nush from burning herself or you? That woman is a nightmare with drinks.”

Reaching across Élodie,who is about to tap her card to pay, Marcus passes the cashier a couple of notes that more than cover the total, grabs the coffees and goes to leave, holding the door open with his elbow. “Why d’you wanna know about how interdepartmental relationships are viewed?”

The creases on Marcus’ brow deepen as yet another hint of whatever plagues your past troubles his mind due to Élodie’s words, “It is not my story to tell, and I’m not sure I even have half of the facts but please be gentle with her. Come what may between the two of you.”

“Oh, look who’s come to join us!” Looking up after a sharp nudge to his ribs alerted him to speak no further, Marcus sees Jacques tucking a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes behind your ear, then pulling your hunched shoulders into a side on shoulder hug as Élodie grabs a coffee and mocks throwing it in your direction, to which you stick your tongue out. You are so busy messing around with the pair of them that you don’t notice the tenderness in Marcus’ eyes or the smile that creeps across his face as he watches how your friends behave around you.

“So are we ready to look at a slab of meat? I hope you’re not a vegetarian, Marcus,” Jacques chuckles freely at the thought of the tall, broad American becoming queasy at a graphic painting depicting the decomposition of a piece of carrion.

“Oh no, I love rare steak far too much, and I’ve spent way too long researching art to be weirded out by a bit of expressionism,” Marcus adds before taking a long gulp of coffee, “I must admit that I’m not terribly confident in my knowledge of Soutine other than he liked painting rotting meat.”

Jacques smiles and gestures his head in your direction, “Nush- time to shine, chérie.”

“So - Soutine was a Russian painter, who made massive contributions to the Expressionist movement whilst based in Paris. I don’t want to teach you to suck eggs so please tell me to shut up if you already know it but expressionism was a modernist movement, initially in poetry and painting, originating in Germany at the beginning of the 20th century. Its typical trait was to present the world solely from a subjective perspective, distorting it radically for emotional effect in order to evoke moods or ideas. Expressionist artists sought to express the meaning of emotional experience rather than physical reality so you needn’t worry about the depictions of rotting meat as it isn’t like an anatomical drawing you’d find in a copy of Grey’s Anatomy or anything.”

Pausing to draw a breath, you look up to check Marcus’ face- that you aren’t boring him to death- and see two dark eyes, flecked with amber, that are entirely focussed on you. His entranced gaze makes you shift awkwardly, eyes dancing around the street to try and focus on something other than him under the sheer intensity but you decide to continue, “He’s quite an interesting character in regards to our case as he was good friends with Modigliani, who we know is another one with multiple fraudulencies of his works as well as our link we made in the meeting that our main faked pieces being sold by our group are by European Jews.

“Soutine seldom showed his works, but he did take part in the important exhibition The Origins and Development of International Independent Art held at the Galerie nationale du Jeu de Paume in 1937 in Paris, where he was at last hailed as a great painter but sadly soon afterwards, France was invaded by German troops and obviously as a Jew, Soutine had to escape from the French capital and hide in order to avoid arrest by the Gestapo. He moved from one place to another and was sometimes forced to seek shelter in forests, sleeping outdoors. Suffering from a stomach ulcer and bleeding badly, he left a safe hiding place for Paris in order to undergo emergency surgery, which ultimately failed to save his life.

“The main thing that you two need to know,” you add as you reaffix your focus and run your eyes between Marcus and Jacques, ”Is that Paul Guillaume was the main dealer of his work. Straight after World War 1, he was Soutine’s biggest cheerleader and landed him a major deal with the American collector, Albert C Barnes. If you manage to track it back to either of them, you’re pretty much at ground zero- back at Soutine’s own easel- and don’t need to worry much about further certification of validity as it being one of his pieces.”

Standing in the street in front of the cafe, you discuss between the four of you who will focus on which part of the checking for verification of the piece.

Marcus and Jacques decide to focus on the provenance of the piece and to be honest, you’re relieved to be free from the paperwork trail. The idea of searching through the records of previous ownership, fills you with utter dread at missing something that would prove that it was a fake. You’d hope that each piece could be instantly traceable back to the moment where the original had been removed from the easel by the artist but that is so often far from the truth of the situation as records are often lost or aren’t even kept in the first place with only a handshake to move the piece to the newest owner. When certain disreputable organisations or untrustworthy governments seek to obscure the origins of pieces, it is nothing but doors being slammed in your face and labyrinths created from lies and deliberate obfuscation.

“Ok, so Nush and I will collect samples from the piece. I’ll then use the microscope to check the samples for any irregularities in the craquelure in the craquelure while madam here uses the stereo microscope to check the layers of paint,” Élodie gestures towards you, passing a plastic case over containing your equipment. “Obviously we won’t be able to do an x-rays, infrared or mass spectrometry tests as they aren’t so portable but if we cannot confidently say the painting isn’t a forgery, then I suggest we get a courier to take it back to Lyon for us.”

“Agreed, I think that would be the best use of everyone’s talents here,” Marcus replies, nodding, “Are we far from the auction house?” to build up a more 3D picture of the piece. D’accord??” Élodie checks as she grabs a coffee and starts to walk off in the direction of the auction house with Jacques beating a steady path behind her.

With a small gesture of his hand, Marcus waves you forward and as you take a step in the same direction as your friends, a small white paper bag with a telltale sticky stain seeping through that you hadn’t noticed being held out, taps you gently against the soft curve of your tummy. With a confused look knitting across your face.

Marcus boyishly grins back at you as he takes a bite out of his pastry, “Last set of clean clothes, gotta take calculated risks with you around.”

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Slightly arched windows with flaking grey paint allow a small amount of crisp mountain light to trickle into the mellow gloom of the Aladdin's cave that stretch out in front of Marcus’ eyes. As far as his eyes can see, gilt framed pictures playing out a multitude of scenes from people’s lives- some more parochial and some edging to the more abstract- bedeck the walls. A goat playing a violin, a horse in a field and a lady all in blue with sad eyes and a nose twisted closer to her ears are all jostling for positions in the party on his senses. Every single nerve in his body tingles with excitement at the treasures surrounding him on all sides. The busy-ness did not stop at the walls as every surface of the room was covered in objets d’art with exquisitely fashioned chairs, tables and armoires creating an increasingly impossible maze to step through across the floor. Even the exposed beams of the ceiling felt the need to be a part of this gentle assault upon the eyes, protruding above his head, lending an elegant set of vertebrae to the room.

Marcus thinks he’s hiding his giddiness well until he catches Anushka looking at him with an amused grin upon her face. He goes to respond but initially struggles to find the words to explain the eagerness that is written across his face, his mouth stretched in a childlike grin, eyes lit up and hands that tremble and flex with anticipation. A small smile from her and the light squeeze upon his arm told Marcus that he needn’t worry about explaining anything. Even though the touch was slight and momentary, it cut through the overstimulation of the room and it takes every bit of self control he owns to not throw his arms around her and hug her tightly. Don’t mess this one up too, Pike.

Reopening his eyes, an elegant chignon of hair and high cheekbones makes its way through the clutter of Marcus’ thoughts and extends a delicate, papery hand in greeting. The owner seems to glide through the objects around her, obviously confident of the dead ends and exit points between the items as she leads you to a small office where a tidy pile of papers and a small computer await your services.

«Madame, comprenez-vous que l'utilisation de ces méthodes scientifiques ne peut que prouver que le tableau est un faux? On ne peut pas prouver si une pièce est authentique.» Madam, do you understand that using these scientific methods cannot prove if a painting is a fake? rubbing his brow, Jacques tries to explain to the owner of the auction house, «Même si les résultats de tous les tests scientifiques indiquent qu'il n'y a pas de tromperie dans l'œuvre d'art, nous ne pouvons pas dire sans l'ombre d'un doute qu'il ne s'agit pas simplement d'un cas d'un faussaire dépassant la détection scientifique.» Even if the results of these scientific tests show that there is not a forgery in this work of art, we cannot say without a shadow of doubt that there is not simply a case of a forger out-pacing scientific detection.

Marcus nods in agreement with the agent’s words. He hates the dishonesty of it all- the obviously incredibly talented painters creating mimicries and mockeries of the original pieces. As the owner spins out of the room, Jacques notices the frown painted on Marcus’ face and the tic in his jaw as he starts to flick through the portfolio of papers in front of him.

“Hey, what happened to the giddy boy in the sweetshop back there?” Jacques teases, gently punching him on his shoulder.

Rubbing his fingers along the side of his nose before scratching the patchy scruff that lines the edge of his jaw, Marcus smiles, “Hah! That obvious, eh? Just, kinda wishing that we weren’t even necessary.”

“Yeah, it is irritating but it does pay my mortgage,”Jacques chuckles deeply, “And to be honest without it, I wouldn’t have met that woman in that lock up over there and convinced her that she should marry me or have my baby.”

A pang of jealousy hit Marcus hard, “You’ve done well then. Mine just pays a mortgage on a place in DC that I won’t even be living in for the next couple of years.”

“Never wanted to or the opportunity never arose?” Jacques quizzes not lifting his eyes as he reads through documents.

“Your setup with Élodie is something I’d love to have,” he nods sadly, “Just have one failed marriage - due to her infidelity and lack of wish to try and work things out, and a failed engagement as she was in love with another man - to my name. No, I’d love to have that vulnerability and affection with someone again. Kinda feels like a pipe dream now- not sure anyone would want to take on someone with such a creased up, greying ol’man.”

“Hah, have you forgotten my wife’s quite genuinely visceral reaction to meeting you?” Jacques laughs heartily, rolling his eyes at the mere suggestion from Marcus, “Believe me, you do not have anything to worry about there. It’ll happen. Usually- in fact, always, when you least expect it.”

With a soft huff and a slight lift from the left side of his lips, Jacques strains to hear Marcus’ whisper, “I truly hope so.”

“Hang on, whose name was it that we were looking for that would pretty much guarantee authenticity?”

Jacques’ face creases in concentration as he tries to rack his brains for the names Nush had provided earlier, “Bof...Paul something-or-the-other French and Albert something-or-the-other American, I think.”

“Hmmm, I think I’ve a document here with both of their names on it… Shall we go share it with the ladies?”

«Bonne idée. On y va. » Good idea. Let’s go.

Grabbing the pile of documents from the polished walnut bureau, there’s a sweet bubble of excitement building in Marcus’ tummy. Try as he might to convince himself that it was on account of being out of the tiny office and back around an exquisite masterpiece from the early twentieth century, deep down he knew there was another sweeter, more ancient and primal reason that made him want to be in the lock up.

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[mintenochian]

what other people want added to Minecraft: g u n s

what I want added to Minecraft

•Birds

-For multiple biomes, but mainly for the forests.

-Songbirds would add SO MUCH life to the otherwise quiet areas of the game

-Ravens and crows would be awesome and could use some of the parrot mimicking AI

-Cardinals in the snow biomes would bring a GORGEOUS pop of colour into the white atmosphere

-Seriously we need something to populate the sky, parrots do NOT fly like they should

-nests in trees, can find eggs in them

-doesn't really add a use but fun new feather types would be cool

•Owls

-technically still a bird but would go really well in covered rooftop forests and snow biomes

-we're already getting larger avians added in the form of vultures so why not more large birds?

•Mice and / or rats

-absolute precious babies

-sadly would go well with owls :(

-with cave update coming we need adorable rodents scurrying around

-lil bastards could make mouseholes inside of blocks

-will they be tameable? idk.

-adds the necessity for cheese

•Deer

-MOJANG this is a MUST, this is a NEED

-You literally have pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep spawning in forests what the fuck

-Deer with spotty baby fawns??? Yes

-Young bucks with different stages of antler growth? Yes

-Fawns frolicking in flower forests bc they feel safe

-Stripped wood appearing on trees where bucks scrape velvet off their antlers

-Being able to collect sets of antlers when they fall off periodically (would NOT be attainable by killing the deer, you have to wait for them to shed)

•Elk and Moose

-Same vein as deer

-Bigger, much bigger, neutral instead of passive, less shy

-Snowy biomes

-Better additions than fucking llamas tyvm

-Sidenote but savannahs could also really use some endangered deer-like species to help raise awareness for their status

•Squirrels

-Mojang plz

-Adds nuts to Minecraft ;)

-Black, grey, red, and mixed colour squirrels and breeding

-Brings life to forests like songbirds and deer

•Bears

-Mojang bby you literally already have a neutral bear in Minecraft why have you not reskinned it for grizzly/brown/black bears?

-Bear caves

-Hibernating mobs

-Brings more use to the beehives and bees, bears could be attracted to any area that has more than one bee hive with honey

•WOLVES AND DOGS

-They NEED the ocelots and cats update

-More wolf types (red, timber, snow, black, etc)

-Actual wolf packs (the AI would be difficult to program but the doges are worth it)

-Please let the howl at the moon, if foxes get to say ringdingding all night long wolves deserve to be allowed to howl

-More dog breeds (I know that there's no reason for domesticated dog breeds in Minecraft but ACTUALLY THERE IS)

-Hunting dogs like springers that can jump and run faster

-Foxhounds :D

-Most Important Goodest Boy: Herding dogs like collies and sheepdogs

-Herding dogs could be found in plains where cows and sheep spawn and create herds

-LET DOGS LAY DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE

•Herding

-Instead of having to pen up and enclose your livestock you could form herds of cows and sheep

-Your Goodest Boi herding dog would protect them and move around with them when they graze

-Just soft peaceful minecraft tingz

•Salt licks

-Something SO SMALL but would make SO MUCH HAPPINESS

-Drawing new cows into your herd by putting up a salt lick

-I'm soft

-I guess salt would be a new ore???

•Bird feeders

-idk I think it would be cool

-excess seeds used for SOMETHING

•Raccoons

-The coolness of wolves, the chaos of foxes, the cunning of cats

-thumbs

-be gay do crimes

-can open chests (trigger trap chests to catch them?)

-Fantastic little shits

-Not tameable but will trust players like foxes do

•Snakes

-I know it's a lot to ask and it would be hard to make them look good

-But??? Imagine a tiny lil garter snake in your garden

-unlikely but would be so fantastic

•Rope

-climeable

-please Mojang we need this so badly

-imagine the ships? The bridges? The bell towers and everything?

-super easy to add, just reskin vines and add a string crafting recipie

•Butterflies and Moths

-Bflies could be a unique mob to flower forests and friends with bees

-if moobloom is added they would all be BEST BUDS

-get it "buds" ahahaha

-help with flower polination but just gives a TON of life to flower forests

-We literally have lanterns in minecraft why do we NOT have moths? Such a cool aesthetic addition.

-helps fill both the daytime and nighttime sky

•Hummingbirds

-fourth member of BEST BUDS

-just soft baby

-i love birbs okay

-the only avian who does not work for the bourgeoisie

•Fireflies

-10 million of them please

-they give great hugs

-adds so much atmosphere to the night world

•Cheese

-We have milk

-We have, presumably, goat milk

-Quit being cowards and add butter and cheese

-Butter churn job block for villagers

-V funny bc they have no arms to churn with?? Oh well

•Seashells

-Something decorative and beautiful that could 1) liven up beaches and 2) have snails and crabs inside!

-Mojang plz do not add sand dollars to the game people already don't know how to tell if they're still alive before trying to take them home

•Whales

-WHALES.

-Imagine something as massive as the ender dragon but peaceful. Allows you to stand on them (idk how but make it happen Jeb)

-WHALE SONGS.

-Being so deep and far out into the ocean, and when the moon is high in the sky and you're sitting in your boat, you just hear the beautiful melancholy sounds of the whales in the distance

•Jellyfish

-Idk if y'all know this but the glow squid is a bad idea

-Dream buddy you fucked up, please use your influence to get in contact with Mojang and have them redo the vote. People would have so much regained respect for you if you tried to fix your mistake.

-Also why does a speedrunner get to tell millions of people what mob would bring more life to Minecraft? He's only playing the game for 5 minutes smh

-aNYWAYS

-Jellyfish could literally do everything the glow squid is going to and look better for it AND possibly be neutral instead of peaceful

•Orcas

-Not much to say but it would liven up the frozen water biomes a bit

•Penguins

-You already know why

-Imagine giving a new home to all the Club Penguin players? Legendary.

-Gender doesn't exist in Minecraft but we all know penguins would be hella gay

•Lobsters

-I think they would be cute

-You would NOT BE ABLE TO BOIL THEM ALIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH

•Mermaids

-Never going to happen since passive mobs are generally real life animals but it would be so cool

•Otters

-they can hold hands

-brings life to the rivers

-super cute

•Frogs and possibly toads

-Swamp gods

-Absolute mad lads

-maybe grow from tadpoles

-wouldn't do much but needed

•Fairy Forests

-NOT Twilight Forests. Not a new dimension.

-Just gentle hidden groves in forests

-ADD FAIRY RING GENERATION TO MINECRAFT.

•Big cats

-Tigers, lions, bobcats, panthers

-Literally anything that could finally add a strong predator possibility to savannahs and jungles

•Zebras and Giraffes

-Shy and skittish

-cannot ride (their skeletal structure is NOT MADE FOR CARRYING HUMANS)

-Super cute tho, brings much needed life to savannahs

•Camels

-The better llama

-Can honestly just be a reskin

-brings much needed life to the desert

-spits and wears carpet and forms caravans like llamas

•Lemurs

-Easier to add to "jungles" than monkeys

-it would be really cool if we could just get a Rainforest biome

-King Julian stans awaken

•Red pandas

-we need them

-cuter than normal pandas and you can @ me

-better idea than sloths or koalas

•More Eldritch Horror Hostile Mobs

-Fun fact time

-The enchanting table language already has Lovecraftian references

-"phnglui mglwnafh cthulhu rlyeh wgahnagl fhtagn" is literally a quote from the enchanting table

-translates to "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

-Bet you didn't know that fun fact

-aNYWAYS add the Kraken to Minecraft instead of the shitty guardians. Thanks.

-imagine how cool it would be to see lights slowly extinguish as something terrifying and dangerous slowly moves in for the kill

-torches get extinguished and can get relit

-if not relit fast enough Something will be waiting

•Ice statues

-We have giant fossils and ship wrecks and cool stuff like that but please imagine finding a GIANT humanoid ice sculpture in an ice spikes biome

-maybe bones inside to show you that... That wasn't carved or naturally generated.

•Skeletons

-Not a mob but a decoration block

-Found in temples, mineshafts, and caves

-implied to be the remains of miners and explorers

-rare

-also implies that every skeleton you kill has some backstory since they look the same

•Constellations

-Not real world star maps but completely unique to Minecraft

-chance for LOTS of fun references

-The stars are your only companions in an apocalyptic world where you are the last of your kind

-Space is gay minecraft is gay thus minecraft space is gay

•Corn

-we have butter in this list

-we have salt in this list

-popcorn. That is all.

And finally

•Leeks

-mostly a joke but would be a cool crop

-100% a reference to Hatsune Miku the creator of Minecraft

DISCLAIMER: I recognize that mobs are added to Minecraft to serve a purpose within the game and that many of these mobs would be better in mods and such, but I also feel like many of these suggestions would really bring so much more life to parts of the game that really need it. Even if they don't serve a huge purpose, they would still be really amazing additions imo.

I would love to see the ideas and suggestions that other people have for what they want added to Minecraft, please TAG ME if you make a post like this, I wanna hear and read it!

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[codename-mango]

Thank you to @kiki-the-creator for tagging me!

1) Name/Nickname? - Mango

2) Gender? - Still nailing down the details but I think Non-binary

3) Star sign? - Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising. Someone analyze me. I have no idea what this means beyond my Sun.

4) Height? - 5'2½. Yes, the half is important to me.

5) Time? - Like, 2 pm.

6) Birthday? - Oct. 26th

7) Favorite bands? - Shinedown, Panic! At The Disco, Clean Bandit, Imagine Dragons, and Train

8) Favorite solo artists? - Billie Eilish, Jason Mraz, Christina Perri, and I grew up on Adele

9) Song stuck in your head? - Karma by AJR

10) Last movie? - Jumanji

11) Last show? - Deadliest Catch. My dad likes it.

12) When did you create this blog? - Dude I have no idea. I don't even know if this is my first blog. I've been on Tumblr for probably 8 years though. My first url was hoodies-and-burgers I think.

13) What do you post? - Usually LITG. But sometimes other than that it's a big mix. My creative stuff, stuff I found funny, art I appreciated, fandom stuff.

14) Last thing you googled? - "what's my sign" lol. It was for the star sign question.

15) Other blogs? - @hufflepunk-asfrick (my Harry Potter/HPHM sideblog), @mango-does-art (my art blog ;D)

16) Do you get asks? - I never used to but lately I've gotten them from a few different people lately. @kingkassam and @kiki-the-creator being the most recent.

17) Why you chose your url? - Uuuuhhh... A friend of mine needed help naming soldiers for a MLP fanfic. I pulled up a random name generator and got Codename Mango. I suggested it, and they said it was a stupid name. I got petty and was thinking of changing it anyway, so I thought it would prove him wrong. I thought about changing it after a week.

18) Following? - 905

19) Followers? - 312 somehow. I've been gaining a few recently actually

20) Average hours of sleep? - 8? That's because I sometimes get 10 (way too much) and sometimes get 5 (not nearly enough)

21) Lucky number? - I like 2 :) because 2's company

22) Instruments? - I don't know how to play instruments, but I known a guitar. 😅

23) What are you wearing? - jeans, grey t-shirt with parrots on it, and a Fat Nuggets hoodie

24) Dream job? - I’m going to school to be a kindergarten teacher. That and voice actor are my dream jobs.

25) Dream trip? - Japan, definitely.

26) Nationality? - American. Regrettably.

27) Favorite song? - Drops of Jupiter by Train

28) Last book read? - I really can't remember, as much as that sucks.... It might have been Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

29) Top three fictional universes you‘d like to live in? - First one is definitely Pokémon! I want to travel with a Zigzagoon and a Nidoking. The other 2 would probably be... Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley. I prioritize having a cute simple life over having magic.

30) Tagging? - Anyone who wants to do this! I can't think of anyone specific right now lol

#tagged meme #tagged

[nereb-and-dungalef]

4, 8, 9, and 12? i hope you're doing okay! did the hurricane miss y'all?

Yeah, besides some thunderstorms everything’s good!

Putting this below the cut cause I Rambled

4. What is your gender euphoria outfit?

Hmmm ok so usually I wear basically nothing but this dark grey tshirt that says Avicenna in the Metallica font (ask me about Avicenna he’s my favorite medieval philosopher), plus a green jacket, kakhi-colored pants, and knee high boots. I have a friend who refers to these boots as “stripper pirate boots” and honestly, “stripper pirate” is a completely valid gender presentation in my opinion. If I’m feeling Fancy then I’ll wear pentagram earrings and a necklace. Also this purple knitted hat from Thailand. But today I’m wearing a black shirt, jeans shorts, gold necklace, and gaudy bee earrings cause I wanted to be Fancy.

In terms of outfit, I rarely think about it in terms of masc/fem presentation. On most days it’s more like... somewhere between cultist, cowboy, academic, and discount Sauron. Feeling the discount Sauron today.

8. How did you pick your name?

Ok there’s actually a bit of a story behind this, when I was 11 I went to this summer camp and met these folks who were calling themselves the “Sisterhood of the Nerds.” I was 11 and did not know what a fandom was but found this absolutely fascinating. We were all given our own “sisterhood” names and since I joined it while wearing a shirt with a parrot on it my name was Parrot. I got super into it and basically insisted on being called Parrot the whole time. So I wanted to go with some sort of bird name as a bit of a Nod to this nickname I had for two weeks, hence, Robin. Also my family is super big on reusing family names and basically all the dudes on my grandfather’s side of the family are named some variant of Robbie/Rob/Robert/Bob/Bobbie/Bobert (jk about the last one). I’m not out to my family yet but it’s nice that Robin kinda fits with this.

9. What does your name mean?

Am birb

ε(^θ^)з

12. Favorite trans headcanon?

Hmm ok I know this is not a fictional character but Dionysus has Incredibly Trans Energy

There’s the myth about how Dionysus was raised as a girl to “hide his identity” but there’s also the whole Aesthetic of being dismembered and reborn again. The Bacchae is my all time favorite Greek play and in the Bacchae Dionysus is basically exclusiely referred to as “the man woman.” The whole plot is that Pentheus is dismembered for sneaking up on a lesbian orgy for being a dude, but for some reason Dionysus and Tiresias are both allowed to attend this lesbian orgy? There’s even a part where Tiresias goes home and Pentheus (I think?) is like “wtf are you doing going around wearing a dress” and Tiresias is like “I dunno I like it?” also the myth where Tiresias was “cursed to live in a woman’s body” for several years... TLDR the Bacchae has more trans representation than most modern everything.

Also I am all for stuff about “dwarves don’t understand human gender,” the concept of nonbinary Gimli is amazing, also Aragorn having like fifty something different names for different situations is such a trans vibe and I love it.

Thank you for the ask! Tbh I get a bit of imposter syndrome talking about this sort of stuff but I really enjoyed answering these :)

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[shaonsim]

Thoughts on the writing of itv!!! What kinda show would you writeee

My friend. My hero. Thank you for sending this in. Thank you so much!! You gave me such a wonderful opportunity to blab about stuff.

THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

The writing of ITV, you ask? Hang on my friend, this will be a WILD ride. A wild ride. This will be loong and wordy and a little incoherent, jumping from one point to another, but this will tell you a lot about how I feel about the writing of ITV.

And yes, this will read like a letter to the CVs because I am totally incapable of abiding the rules of grammar and I don't want to edit all this.

And I apologise for the out of context references that seeped in with time. Sorry, couldn't help it. I will gladly expand upon any of the references.

The main thing with writing (according to me, but I don't like repeating this disclaimer since by asking the question you already know that this will be my personal opinion, but still, for safety purposes)...The main thing with writing is that the core concept can be summed up in one single paragraph, and then you add words for emphasis.

You write in a thousand situations, in different styles, only for the message to hit home.

Look at our Epics.

Ramayana can be summed up as the Ram-Ravan conflict in a good Vs evil way. Lakshman is the devoted brother, Hanuman (ji) is an ardent devotee of Ram-Sita.

Mahabharata is basically another story of good Vs evil, where Duryodhan is the evil guy , Shakuni is an evil mastermind, 99 Kaurav brothers (+ Karna) the sidekicks, and the rest of the Kurus (+ Drona and Kripa ) as the silent voices of reason.

And almost every event emphasises these points. Because that's the story.

Look at Harry Potter. Three kids (young blood/new generation ) fighting against the big bad and pointing out and fixing the mistakes of the past along the way.

Look at Kalpurush (I read it during the quarantine and I am in love ❤ ) , where the main theme is that a mother worries whether the circumstances will lead to history repeating itself, whether a son will follow his father's footsteps, and whether she would be happy if he did turn out to be like that.

Technically, it is the same with shows.

Sasural Simar Ka began with the concept of the deep bond between the sisters, then moved on to supernatural forces interfering with the Bhardwaj family. The theme changed, but it didn't vanish.

Swaragini began as a show revolving around the sisters, and it stayed like that for forever, even when the plot went sideways and the sisters were pitted against each other.

Kumkum bhagya is a show where the leads battle kidnapping, murder attempts, misunderstandings etc and come out longing for each other and dreaming about happier times (the same was the theme of Pavitra Rishta too, if I remember correctly. But with less kidnapping.) And now the show has taken a leap with a love triangle between the kids (look, another similarity between kkb and pr. Go Ekta)!

KZK2 *cringe cringe* is all about AnuPre who love each other but don't end up with each other because of various reasons.

ITV has this thing down pat.

But it fails to come up with proper events to highlight their core concept and of course, they fail to choose an interesting theme for the show, but heyy, human mind and relationships is a gold mine for ideas. It is fascinating, and quite enjoyable, if it is done right. Am I biased because it is my favourite genre? Yes of course.

But the point stands.

Another important part of writing is that in order to come up with plot points that will reinforce your main idea, you need to come up with a cast of interesting characters, and develop their background to give you an ample opportunity to create the above mentioned plot points. The spectators, onlookers, the influencers need motivation - reasons for their actions.

Think about Karna. Think about Drupad-Drona. Think about Bhishma-Amba. Think about Jayadrath and his boon.

Sub-plots, side-plots. Parallel storylines.

For the most part, ITV fails in this department. The characters or stories they introduce are a) boring (either because we fail to understand their motivation or because they are diluted versions of the leads) or b) annoying because of their over enthusiastic and blind favouritism for the lead character they support.

^ Casting and acting also plays a major part in this (ugh Chandni ), but most of the time, it can be solved with focusing on the actor's strengths and weaknesses and changing the dialogues based on that. A writer can change things.

That's their job.

If your side characters are not interesting enough to deserve a story of their own, you aren't trying hard enough. That said, if you can't weave in their story in your main story, do not focus on the side plots. No one is interested in seeing your hodgepodge of TWO (or more) stories. It should all come together in the end, it should become one BIG story. Bring it all together!!

But do focus on the side plots, because there is only so much you can do with your leads, especially in the romance/family (whatever you call it) genre that occupies 90% of tellywood (and for good reason too!!)

A good plan is to create events with one of your main character and a group of characters (how small or big a group is for you to decide). If you force the audience to look at two/three supporting characters, no body will be happy.

Use your leads!!!!

Also, PLEASE use the show Vs tell method.

You want us to know that the male lead is adored by his sister? Show us. And by that, I meant scenes where we can see the bond they share, NOT dull monologues where the sister sings praises of her brother (a few monologues are fine though). You are an audio-visual medium.

ACT LIKE IT.

Monologues are for written things. Where we only have the words and our own imagination. Here, you have the tools to present us with the pictures, with the words they speak to each other.

Don't waste it.

In the same vein, do not repeat dialogues. Not word to word (don't repeat the same thing with different wording multiple times in a single episode or a week of episodes). Switch it up, and if you have to, have to repeat stuff, use an actor who has decent facial expressions and voice modulation. If the actor is stiff, robotic, then don't use that actor to parrot your lines. Seriously.

<< Not to hate on anyone in particular but Prerna's 'Anurag Anurag Anurag' is very annoying, for reasons that are better left unspoken >>

Hey, hey, you know what else is an integral part of writing? Research. Making a show on doctors? Police? Engineers? Lawyers? Chefs? Do your research. And if you want to take the short cut and go with the convenient business men/women trope, by all means, go for it. GO FOR IT. But show them working, and no, not because of tracks revolving around the business, but always. Running a business is a full time responsibility. Show that. I repeat, show that. Show that the character isn't home 24x7, show late night meetings, show files neatly stacked (or strewn about, your choice). Show the products or materials involved in the business. Show your characters being exhausted with the amount of work, show their involvement in their work. Or don't, if that suits the story and your character is neglectful, or if you have a proper reason to have them take some time off. Pay attention.

Time for a checklist.

Central theme? ✅

Side plots (+ characters)? ✅

Edit things because of the actors? ✅

Show Vs Tell? ✅

Research? ✅

How much DRAMA is too much drama? ❔❔

Now, this is a product of my curiosity (+ me posting the Fic Which Must Not Be Named), but I think this fits nicely with the rest of this answer. I wouldn't explain this in detail because the original post does a much better job (and I need validation, so go read that post) but to think, that ITV tells us stories of other people, and whether it is this very question, this doubt, that leads to the numerous kidnappings and accidents/fire/misunderstandings we see in 90% of the shows.

Okay, time to return to the checklist.

Oh. Oh! I forgot my favourite part.

The influences of the audience. Every writer has a story to tell. And while it is difficult to think that the ITV creatives know what they want to do with their story, I would give them the benefit of doubt. Besides, as a writer myself, I know that 80% of writing is having no clue as to where you want to take the story. ANYWAY, back to the topic at hand. I think, if everything was written and shot before telecast, we might get cohesive writing. As it is, the creatives put out some content, look at the reaction, and try to maintain the highs or fix the blunders, by hook or crook.

And the story suffers.

Complete revamping of tracks, characters behaving worse than pendulums, repeat of romantic scenes, bringing in new characters out of the blue - I believe, most of these things occur in a rush to fetch (or maintain) ratings.

Now, let's talk about copy-pasting tracks without bothering to look at the bigger picture. What works for one show, works only because it goes with the past and future events of the show. You can't grab xyz from show1 and throw it into show2, because S2 does not have the background of S1. It wouldn't work, because the characters are different, their motivation is different, their past is different, everything is different.

Also, can we talk about how two people of opposite genders can be friendly and helpful to each other without secretly pining for the other person? It doesn't always have to be romance, although it can be perceived as that, if you want a jealousy track. Character A and B both know there is no romantic feelings, but Character C is seeing green because heyy, DRAMA!!

((This is one thing that disastrous Bajlo tomar alor benu did right, in respect to Minu and Rudra))

Another important thing - people can (and should, if you want it to be realistic) be morally grey. There is a phase between liking someone or hating them or wishing them to be dead or actually killing them. Also, not everyone has access to criminals and goons. I REPEAT, not everyone has a criminal connection, or the mental capacity to actually execute the plan to the T.

Thinking of murder, planning murder and straight up plunging a knife in someone's chest are different things. Remember the difference.

USE THE DIFFERENCE.

And while you are on it, learn the difference between attraction, appreciation and love.

We might be attracted to a particular quality - a physical attribute, a skill, a specific philosophy etc. We might appreciate that quality in a fellow human being. And we might be attracted to and appreciate the person with those qualities, but that doesn't mean that we would love them.

In the ocean of unnecessary romance angles and third wheels, this core difference is often brushed away in a bid to gain trps. Please don't do that.

Another checklist.

Ratings changing the story? ✅

Copy pasting tracks ✅

The world is grey ✅

Less criminal activity ✅

Not everything is love ✅

Would you look at that! I covered so many things. Fear not, I still have a lot to say. Mwahaha.

Not going to go into detail about my opinions on in-laws on ITV, because that is already covered here, but let's talk about the actual family.

The parents, siblings, cousins, relatives. Again, I am going to repeat myself and tell them to use the show Vs tell method. And actually focus on the dynamics because although the equations will change after marriage (for the male lead, the female lead will be cut off from her family 80% of the time), these relationships set the foundation for your character. Their personality. Motivation.

If you are going with a character who is distant, then by all means, do so, but do NOT ignore the family. Show that the character doesn't care.

Show it. Don't gloss over it.

That said, limit your exploration of characters and back stories. There is no hard or fast rule, but if it feels like too much focus, then it is too much focus. Go follow your basic INSTINCTS.

Okay, now is the time to come to the business side of writing for ITV. Bringing in popular characters, giving them smart dialogues and promoting them to the High Heavens. Wonderful trick. But do it in a subtle way. We will gladly let you play us, but only until we realise that we have been played. Subtly manipulate things. Subtly.

And, talking about that, let's also talk about how consistency is really important. Dumping black (or white) paint on characters would not wash away past grievances. It wouldn't remove the impression we already have. So if you want to portray someone in a positive light, work up to that point. Same with negative portrayals. Ease us into the change in perspective.

((Bajaj track in KZK2 is the perfect example of how the writers totally FAILED to follow this rule))

Also, if you are writing comedy, please hire good actors. Comedy is incredibly difficult, and if the performance isn't up to the mark, then it falls flat. And bad comedy is very annoying.

Another thing. If you have a social message, as in if the central theme is a social issue, do NOT forget your theme. And do not shove it down our throats. Don't make it preachy. Strive for balance.

And here, let me remind you that you do need a central theme, that's a very important part of your story. So pick a theme. And stick to it.

Think of your story like a human body.

Skeleton is the theme. The concept.

Blood is the undercurrents, the 'vibe'.

Organs are the characters.

Veins and arteries are the relationships.

Flesh is your plot.

Skin is the sub plots and side plots.

AND TOGETHER, THEY MAKE A STORY.

TOGETHER, THEY MAKE A STORY.

See how I repeated myself for emphasis? That's what you have to do, in a more subdued and complex way. I know you have it in you.

And because I wrote so much about adding sub plots and side characters, let's talk about what you shouldn't do, with me quoting myself:

Even CID, a show I loved to watch because it was a crime drama but less gruesome than what you would expect, could not escape tellywood’s clutches and turned into a chaotic mess with too many new characters and a massive shift in focus - in its last days, it was more of a romantic drama with the crime sprinkled in, and because there were so many new characters (who were boring 70% of time and annoying for the other 30%), I had ZERO interest in the series. The crimes have always been similar, what kept me hooked was the way they dealt with it and their group dynamics, which was ruined by bringing in a hoard of characters who contributed nothing to the story. And the Shreya-Daya track was a bad one from its conception, there was no need to drag it until my mild indifference turned into a major annoyance. And they could have avoided all of this. There was no need to ruin a perfectly good show with lazy, uncreative writing.

^ Bolded are the parts I consider important.

Also, let me take this opportunity to talk about shows similar to CID, in which every episode deals with a mini-plot and it is only the characters that remain the same. Crime dramas, medical dramas (although one the most popular ones on ITV - DMG was less about medicine and more about Jerk!Armaan and his jerk-ness and got rid of this problem in an innovative way that deserves an essay of its own, but I digress).

If the only thing remaining constant is your characters and their group dynamics, then do NOT throw in twenty new characters at once. Introduce them one at a time and limit the number of characters you will use. Keep the same cast for a decent chunk of time. Please. And do not add in multiple sub plots. The storyline is already a little blurry, jumping from case to case, so too much drama between the characters can be either too much to handle or just very, very boring. The focus is on the cases. Keep it there.

A show that did it quite well, was Goyenda Ginni, what with the overarching plot of a homemaker balancing housework and her passion for solving crimes. And because it was always about a family, with limited characters (bringing in spouses for the unmarried characters), it wasn't crowded.

Before I forget, here are some of my common issues with ITV and their writing department ⬇️

EK and her love for the child!track

Portrayal of marriage and relationship

^ And I must add that the Fic Which Must Not Be Named came into being because I couldn't accept the marriage trope for the two characters from the show that has become my latest obsession, even if the trope is shown in a negative light and the people in it are called out and they realise how wrong they are. #shaonHatesDealMarriages

The year 2020 and tellywood marriages

For the most part the last two links say the same things, but the wording and examples and the object of focus is different (this is how you hammer it home, CVs, write long posts on the same thing until the world learns about your hatred for said things. You're welcome 😎)

Also, something I remembered while writing the little note about forced marriages - acknowledge the wrongdoings of your characters, EVEN if they are the leads and you want people to love them. Glossing over the misdeeds wouldn't help, but accepting the truth, pointing out the flaws and then adding the reasoning behind the actions, and later on, writing in the realisation and apology for the act, is a much, much better idea. It is easier to forgive someone if their misdemeanor isn't shoved under the rug. But don't go overboard with the accusations. Repeating the truth multiple times only serves to annoy us.

Have I covered everything? I don't know. Feel free to ask me specific things in case you think I didn't comment on something. It is easy for me to forget about things while writing an answer as long as this. Not to mention, that I framed the first two-three paragraphs in my head while I stood under the shower, so in the rush to jot down everything I had thought of, I might have missed some stuff. Happens to the best of us, eh?

Coming to the second part of your question, I must admit, I am not the best at coming up with original premises. I like to dwell on the thoughts of the individual, delve deeper into their minds and do stuff - as evident in my love for the romance/drama genre, and why I love that ITV has so many shows in this genre. Why my writing (the drabbles I wrote last week), is more about the people than the plot. That's just who I am.

That said, I think I would do good with a team. Together, we can write a lot of things. ((Someone agree to do a collaborative fun writing project right now, I love those. We can make full use of all this free time and write a story of our own)).

No, seriously.

I love writing as a team.

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[queer-birb-rights]

Hello, it's me again. Another question about birbs, how can you tell if they are male or female? I know that some have different colorations, but when I had parakeets, I had no idea how to tell them apart.

excellent question!

birds that can be distinguished by color are called sexually dimorphic birds, and the most notable and familiar ones are cardinals (males are bright red and black, females are brown and muted red).

not all birds are sexually dimorphic, such as Quaker parrots like Nova. I had to get her DNA tested to figure out her gender (which is not that hard or expensive! it was like $11 and just needed a drop of her blood that I collected by cutting one of her nails a little too far).

birds that are not outright dimorphic sometimes have little tells. Rico is an African Grey, and we can guess that he’s a male because he has a smattering of red feathers around his vent, which is the birdy butthole. Your parakeets most likely had a tell, which is the color of their nares, or nostrils. Darker, more blue nares indicate male, while lighter, more white nares indicate female.

a lot of times you can’t tell their sex until they either feather out or become sexually mature. Kiwi is an Indian Ringneck, and when he was around 3 years old he developed a little black ring around his neck, but prior to that he was indistinguishable from a female.

some vets can feel a birds pelvis to kinda sorta speculate, since females have a wider pelvis to help pass eggs. Nova’s vet tried to, but she couldn’t really tell her sex, so it’s not super reliable.

so basically, if a bird is not immediately apparent that it’s male or female, you probably have to get them DNA tested.

hope this sated your curiosity :>

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The African Grey Parrot Makes a Superb Pet

African Dark parrots have many charming characteristics and parrot sweethearts will observe that an African Dim Parrot is one of the most straightforward parrots to keep as a pet. Not just that, the African parrot is an extremely famous pet parrot for some reasons. Their uncommon talking and mental capacities implies that they connect well with their proprietors and are a delight to have as a most loved pet.

Since time is running short, these parrots will foster an enormous jargon and it has been accounted for that they discuss well with their proprietors whenever given the motivation.

What does an African Dim parrot resemble?

Buy african grey parrot it is a medium measured parrot of around 10 to 14 inches which likewise makes him an ideal pet since he is not difficult to house and to deal with. Of course, the male is bigger than the female, yet all at once just barely.

Albeit practically the same apparently, there are two distinct kinds of African Dim. One is the Congo African Dim which has a light dark body tone, exceptionally light dim to white on the head and with a splendid red tail. The other is the Timneh African Dim with hazier dim quills on top, light dark chest and with a maroon shaded tail. The general body work of both of these parrots is a lot of something similar with the two genders, yet the female will in general have a marginally smaller head and a more thin neck than the male.

Not shocking when you consider the life expectancy of different parrots, the African Dark has a long life expectancy so a proprietor should can make a drawn out obligation to the parrot when they choose to take one on as a pet. They can satisfy 60 years which is very astonishing when you consider the typical family pet.

Keeping your African Dark solid and cheerful.

This parrot has an exceptionally high knowledge which truly intends that in the event that not kept entertained they will become exhausted and this isn't great for his general prosperity. An exhausted parrot will foster a few vices and rapidly as well, which could be difficult to switch. A few signs to search for to check whether he is exhausted are:

- Feather picking

- Testy and antagonistic

- Gnawing

- Self-mangling

According to the pet parrot's perspective, one of the propensities that will cause him hurt is that of plume picking. Assuming you at any point notice your parrot taking out feathers move on to this issue straight away on the grounds that it isn't great for him to have uncovered patches where he has culled out his quills.

Another issue is that they can turn out to be exceptionally cranky assuming they are exhausted and this will make him a disagreeable companion. He will probably begin gnawing and be very awful to people around him. On the off chance that truly bothered, he will even self-disfigure.

Very much like any shrewd creature a pet parrot needs communication with its proprietor consistently and needs excitement to keep it blissful. This doesn't imply that you should play with it for hours daily, yet your pet likes to have a specific measure of opportunity and play with its proprietor.

The African Dim do prepare flawlessly so partake simultaneously and show him a few deceives that he will cherish doing and individuals will cherish doing with him. Likewise hang some toys in his enclosure so he can play with them when he is all alone.

Be 'one of the herd' to your parrot.

Right at home, the African Dim would fly in a group so they truly do will generally regard their proprietor as one of the herd. Due to this the parrot will frequently appreciate having the side of his head scoured and somewhat of a scratch there as well, yet he won't partake in his body being taken care of. You will frequently see with a gathering of parrots that they will more often than not kiss around one another's head. It is a propensity for parrots.

Assuming you have your pet parrot around your face really do be mindful so as not to let it 'kiss' you around the mouth (and they love to do this) since people can move microscopic organisms from their mouth to the bird which isn't sound.

In the event that being kept by a family, kids need to comprehend the character of a parrot since, supposing that they really do get nibbled, it harms as the parrot's nose is exceptionally hard and sharp and is intended for opening seeds and nuts. On the off chance that a youngster disturbs a parrot they could get chomped, even by a serene parrot.

African Dark parrots will engage for quite a long time, yet provided that they are painstakingly cared for with the right eating regimen, social necessities and lodging. Appreciate helping them to talk and watch them play out the stunts that you show them and they, at the end of the day, will do assuming you give them the toys to play with.

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[randomminer]

HPHM Character Profile

-Svari Isobel Ride

AGE:

-at current time in HPHM: 16-17

-at end of Deathly Hallows: 25

-at Deathly Hallows epilogue: 42

-at present time: 46

GENDER:

-Female

NICKNAME (S):

-Wings (by Jacob) [NOT freaking Pip!!]

DATE OF BIRTH:

-March 21, 1973, near Masuleh, Iran

ASTROLOGICAL/ZODIAC SIGN:

-Aries/Ox

ETHNICITY:

-Scottish

-Persian? (Peri migrate throughout the Middle East and Mediterranean)

NATIONALITY:

- UK

SPECIES:

-half human

-half peri

BLOOD TYPE:

-B-

BLOOD STATUS:

-half blood

FAMILY:

AFFILIATION (S)/ORGANIZATION (S):

-Order of the Phoenix

-founding member of H.A.T.C.H.

OCCUPATION(S):

-dishwasher at The Three Broomsticks (formerly)

-green grocer at The Magic Neep (formerly)

-repair woman at Dervish and Banges (formerly)

-member of Order of the Phoenix (dispanded)

-founding member of H.A.T.C.H (Half-breeds And Turned Combating Hatred)

MAGICAL CHARACTERISTICS:

-dark grey wings

-pointed ears

-enlarged fangs

FORM OF BOGGART:

-harming people in "other" form

FORM OF PATRONUS:

-Marsh Wren

FORM OF RIDDIKULUS:

-putting the scene in front of her on "rewind"

wounds suck up the blood they were oozing before

torn flesh and clothing knits back together

the hilarious noises of sounds being played backwards

-Svari came up with the idea after she and some friends were playing around with a muggle VCR.

-sounds played on reverse never fail to make her laugh

MIRROR OF ERISED VISION:

-herself as fully human or peri

WAND:

-Length : 12 1/2"

-Flexibility : slightly springy

-Wood : Pear Wood

-Core : Phoenix Tail Feather

ANIMAGUS:

-black labrador retriever

AMORTENTIA:

-wet autumn leaves

-vanilla birthday cake

-food grilling on a BBQ

-spiced tea

HEIGHT:

-5'7" (170.18 cm)

WEIGHT:

-143 lbs not including wings

-176 lbs with wings

HAIR COLOR/STYLE:

-black

-medium length

-wavey

EYE COLOR:

-green

HOGWART'S HOUSE:

-Ravenclaw

WORST CLASS:

-Divination

BEST CLASS:

-Defense Against The Dark Arts

LEAST FAVORITE PROFESSOR:

-Rakepick

FAVORITE PROFESSOR:

-McGonagall

QUIDDITCH:

-Beater for Ravenclaw Team

FAVORITE SPELL:

-Expelliarmus

FAVORITE POTION:

-Wolf's Bane

TRIVIA:

(random facts about them, future job, face claim, theme song, etc.)

-Not all human and magical being hybrids have the ability to produce offspring. Svari is sterile.

-Svari and some of her fellow half-breed friends became founding members of H.A.T.C.H. around the time of the fourth book

-their goal was to combat the stigma put on, lend aid to, rehabilitate, encourage, and protect half humans and turned humans

-after the Battle of Hogwarts, Svari began a branch of this group in Romania

-Much like with veela transforming into harpies when angered, peri transform into a dragon-like creature called an Azhdaha (اژدها‎)

-Azhdaha look similar to dragons, but with many notable differences

they are much smaller than dragons, about the size of a beluga whale

they have flesh instead of scales

their wings are feathered, not webbed

they can have hair, manes, and beards

bodies have vibrant coloration, similar to parrots

visable ears that are akin to those of a mule or donkey

-full blooded peri can control their new forms

-Svari is half human and doesn't always have control of her form

-other differences between her form and that of a peri are smaller size, grey coloration, shorter snout, and lankier build

#svari ride #hogwarts mystery #hphm #mc

[xathia-89]

Long Lost Sibling - Masamune

This was definitely going to be an interesting way to spend my time. I had been mistaken for a man after rescuing Nobunaga from the flames of Honno-Ji, given a horse, ridden back to Azuchi before being made a vassal of the made I’d saved. My hair was short and choppy, and I’d covered my assets up fairly well with being on the way back from training. I stuttered on my name, and gave them the gender-neutral form of ‘Natsu’, purposely missing off the two letters that made it a woman’s name.

My African Grey parrot had stuck next to me through all the chaos and was happily listening in on all of the men about the castle to decide who to imitate most likely. He had been squawking in the forest for me until I whistled so he could locate me. They were all amazed and had never seen a bird like him before for certain as I shrugged my shoulders before we continued riding.

I was getting changed when one of the maids walked in without knocking.

We both looked stunned, and I could feel my secret already leaking out.

“Please,” I begged her.

Then a smile crossed her lips. It wasn’t a cruel one, as it lit her eyes up. “Okay, I won’t tell, but you’re going to need help keeping some of the men convinced for any period,” she explained as I finished getting changed.

“What do you mean?” I frowned, my hopes quickly fading again.

“They’ll expect you to pick up a favourite maid,” she laughed. “I expect the treatment of the favourite, which includes you sticking up for me whenever something goes wrong and getting me out of tasks by wanting to ‘borrow’ me,” she explained. “Most Lords have their favourites, and every maid begs to be one. It’s a way of securing yourself,” she smiled. “Plus, I’m now highly curious to see how long the Lords can be fooled.”

“Call me Natsu,” I smiled slightly, understanding why she’d now agree to keep quiet. It was something that would benefit us both.

“I’m Akira,” she replied. A pretty face, I was surprised that she wasn’t already a favourite of any other Lord. “I tend to find that I’m generally not quick enough to capture anyone’s attention, but I guess that you are short for a man has turned a few of the others away,” she added on.

“Well, I seem to be in your debt, so I will appoint you as my favourite then,” I said. “I will need someone’s clothes though, the seamstresses will need to make mine,” I frowned.

“Lord Ieyasu will probably be the best option, I will bring you some of his cast-offs in the morning to change into,” Akira beamed brightly. “I will leave you to it, good night!”

“Night,” I replied, knowing that I would be called upon to get her out of a lot of things in time.

I spent my days being trained with swords and guns by Masamune and Mitsuhide. Ieyasu was also usually present, and they were both surprised when I disarmed Masamune and then had him submitting without any weapons but my body strength.

“You certainly make up for your lack of height and work with it,” Date chuckled as he stood back up.

“If you don’t have it, you can’t use it. You might as well learn how to fight with what you have effectively against any enemy,” I shrugged.

The maids had made my clothing specifically to fit, Akira had been a huge help with making sure my binders were washed regularly and in secret and then getting the adjustments made. I was glad for once that I didn’t have a girly figure, and it made things a lot easier to pass off. I wore a scarf to hide my lack of an Adam's apple and I made sure to carry myself in confidence as Akira came running towards me with a smile.

“Lord Natsu!” She beamed. “Your clothing is all finished now,” she announced to the room. Ieyasu rolled his eyes as I shrugged and followed the energetic maid out.

Akira was the only one allowed in my room to help me dress and make the alterations. She had been dying for a chance to get into her sewing skills, and this was now the perfect opportunity as I absolutely refused anyone else to see me in any state of undress. I had the same style of clothing that Ieyasu tended to wear, so it was basically just making the same things twice in different colours as I favoured the black, with dark scarlet and a rose gold trim for clothing and armour. She also helped me to keep my hair short and ended up styling it in the manner that Masamune had his since we had similar hair.

Yoshi had made himself known around the entire castle and town already. The children in the town loved him, and he had decided that Hideyoshi was the best person to emanate. The maids were always dropping things when he shouted at them for picking up things that were too heavy, and Nobunaga had been caught in the pantry late at night getting the sugar candies by my parrot as well. Hideyoshi wasn’t sure why the parrot had taken such a liking to him, but having a second set of eyes around the place did make the vassal’s job a lot easier. I had noticed that Toyotomi was sneaking Yoshi a few treats even after I’d said not to overfeed him.

“You still look pitiful,” Ieyasu scoffed after another training session. I had bested him on a few occasions now with a sword, though most of my techniques involved disarming him and getting in close with hand to hand combat.

He was pinned to the mat before Masamune could stop anything, I was pushing his face into the straw as I growled in his ear. “Do I look that pitiful to you now, pretty boy?” I threatened.

“Alright Natsu, let’s get you something to eat, and find Akira, she’s good at calming you down,” Date said, struggling to get me off the blonde man.

The maid came swiftly and starting talking about letting off some steam with her, a code we’d developed to stop them getting too close to be nosy. In reality, she gave a really good back massage, and the moans were pretty sensual as well when she got going. Masamune grinned and winked at me as soon as the whole idea was mentioned, I could only roll my eyes in response.

“I think they all get irritated when they can’t pull one on you,” Akira laughed as she attacked a knot in my back.

“Ieyasu needs to let off some steam,” I grumbled, a groan slipping out as her fingers worked their magic.

“He likes to bite everyone’s head off, so he’s going to have to be a patient person,” the maid added, I could hear her smile before a pounding came to the door.

“Natsu! Lord Nobunaga has called a war council!” Hideyoshi yelled, followed shortly by a squawk. “And your parrot won’t leave me alone.”

“It’s your second set of eyes,” I laughed in response, quickly pulling my hamaka up over my exposed binder before getting up.

“Hey, Masamune,” I said, already feeling a little impatient at waiting as our horses were next to each other on the front lines.

“Yeah?” The one-eyed dragon was looking at the same crowd with the same expression I had.

“I bet I can take more of them out than you can,” I grinned.

“Not on your life,” the head of the Date clan smirked as we reared into battle.

Swords were clashing as bodies were falling. It was easier to focus on the fact that this was just the way of life, it was kill or be killed as my time training recruits for a hobby came to mind. I always went to maim someone, but I would never hesitate when the blow was necessary.

“Keep up lad!” Masamune’s voice was full of energy over the sounds of the fight as I laid another of Takeda’s troops to the floor.

“I think you’re being left behind,” I cackled madly before I struck against a blade that I knew was going to be my challenge.

“Now you’re the new one everyone was talking about,” the beautiful man opposite me smiled coldly. “The new vassal to the Devil King,” he scoffed, narrowing his mismatched eyes at me as we began our back and forth.

“Kenshin, they’ve got a woman present!” An eager male shouted out, whilst fighting off Masamune in a frenzied battle.

“I think you need to readjust whatever the hell you use to detect women with, it’s obviously getting confused with the pretty boy here!” I retorted, slashing down to counteract Kenshin’s attack.

His blade flicked up, carving its way through my torso. I managed to rear my horse up to stop it getting any deeper whilst holding an arm across my stomach to try and stem the blood. I needed to get back to the camp as Kenshin’s eyes were now lit up with the prospect of murder. The reigns were kept in the hand for the arm that was pushing down on my torso, whilst I kept parrying off the attacks the madman was doing. The pain was interfering with my ability to think clearly, until Masamune barged into the battle with a snarl, giving me the chance to break through the chaos to get to Ieyasu.

“Lord Ieyasu!” An aide was yelling as Natsu’s horse arrived into camp.

The vassal was unconscious, having lost the fight to stay awake with the pain and blood loss. They dismounted him instantly, carrying him through to the privacy of the vassal’s tent.

The medical kit was strewn across the floor as Natsu began to stir. Tokugawa already had him out of the hamaka and found it strange that there was a tight bandaging around the chest. He was beginning to remove it as the vassal opened his eyes, and found out why the material was there.

Out of instinct, I punched Ieyasu in the face. I panicked, like normal when someone was trying to remove my binder and I didn’t want them to. I didn’t know where I was, I knew I was in agony, and right now, I was half naked in front of the medical man.

“I’m going to tell them now,” Tokugawa grumbled, though he only moved the binder enough to properly treat the wound that Kenshin had delivered. He wasn’t that gentle, I had to keep biting my fingers and the likes as he cleaned the wound. “And you aren’t allowed to move far, or this will get much worse. It probably didn’t help that you had that on,” he commented, gesturing to the binder.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly willing to correct my gender,” I snorted defensively. “I’d be stuck where I’m no good if I told you that I was a woman,” I pointed out, wondering if I would be better off stitching myself shut across the stomach.

Ieyasu was waiting for the arrival of the rest of the warlords with an impatient pace. He was purposely out of hearing range of Natsuki’s tent after wrestling her name from the stubborn woman.

“Lord Natsu isn’t a Lord, he is a she,” Tokugawa announced. “She was hiding her gender from us on purpose.”

“What?” Was the only response that Nobunaga, or anyone, could come up with, and stamped straight over to the tent.

The brat had taken my binder away, and unfortunately, it meant that I wasn’t able to hide my figure as much. I managed to scrounge one of his clean outfits, but it was now quickly obvious I wasn’t a man as the flaps of the tent flew open. I was being glared at by my Lord, and this wasn’t likely to be something that I could talk my way out of. Then Masamune fought his way through.

“Natsuki!” He exclaimed, and tightly hugged me. “I thought you had long disappeared,” he mumbled into my hair whilst keeping me in his arms.

“I did just get slashed across the stomach,” I hissed in pain, trying to loosen Date’s hold on me. “Did you have to tell them?” I rolled my eyes at the blonde man, who had his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“It’s just, slightly obvious that you two are related,” Mitsuhide finally broke the silence, sulking about the fact that two things had escaped his notice.

Hideyoshi was the last to arrive, with a kimono of all things.

“I found it in your things as you said,” Toyotomi frowned at Masamune, who then turned to me.

“No, I am not wearing a kimono,” I argued, already preparing myself to run.

“Yes, you are,” Date stated, his eye already fixated onto me before I dashed out of the tent. “Come back here Natsuki!” He bellowed, following my purposely confusing route around the camp. “Will someone help me?” He yelled back at the other warlords, who to my benefit were just content to watch on in amusement.

I ran straight into Ieyasu, who then wouldn’t let me go anywhere as Masamune caught up to us. I needed my wound seeing to after the excursion, and then I was out of options for clean clothing and forced into the kimono by the man who then introduced himself as my brother. I was dragged out to the rest of the warlords with a sulk on my face and found that Nobunaga was certainly amused by the whole situation.

“You’re staying here now,” Masamune tried to tell me.

“Just because I’m in a kimono doesn’t mean I can’t fight,” I argued straight back. “You were fine with me fighting when you thought I was a man, just because I’m now a woman doesn’t mean my abilities have changed,” I glared.

“She is still my vassal,” Oda was smirking as he interrupted. “Though you did get injured, and I won’t have you hurting yourself more to prove a point to your brother,” he snapped.

“I would like to see you pass as a Princess though,” Mitsuhide smirked.

“Challenge accepted, I’ll do more than pass as one when we get back to Azuchi,” I growled at the kitsune, leaning over my brother’s arm to make my point known.

Masamune wasn’t letting me ride my own horse, as Hideyoshi was double checking on me constantly to make sure I wasn’t doing anything I wasn’t meant to be doing. Ieyasu was threatening to sew me into my clothes as I had tried to steal another of his outfits the previous night.

“This entire situation is why I wasn’t going to correct any of you,” I sulked on the ride home.

“Well, you’re meant to be a noblewoman,” Masamune reminded me.

“A few days ago, you had to pry me off Ieyasu after he insulted me, I can still do that, you just won’t let me,” I argued.

Nobunaga was laughing as he stayed within hearing range for the entire journey back to Azuchi. Akira came running out to greet us and then found all of the warlords glaring at her as she spotted me.

“They found out?” She asked with a smile. “Yoshi will be pleased to see you, he’s been squawking at us all about not lifting heavy things and then being disappointed there’s no Lord Hideyoshi to follow up.”

“You are in trouble for helping her,” Date growled, dismounting his horse before I was allowed to move.

“She was doing me a favour,” I scoffed, strolling straight past them all. “Anyway, I need another,” I trailed off, and dragged her to the seamstress area whilst explaining the plan to dress me up properly as a Princess.

We could hear the banquet getting underway as a few of the maids were helping to finish preparing me for the event. It wasn’t something I enjoyed doing, but I was determined to prove Mitsuhide all kinds of wrong. My hair was carefully styled and decorated with hairpins, instead of the usual fluffy and windswept style, and makeup was covering my face.

“If they aren’t amazed then I’m taking all of your punishments,” Akira whispered to me before pulling back the door.

I had never seen anyone spit out their drink before. I was guided to sit next to Masamune in the hall, and I was sure that more than a few of the men present were currently arguing with themselves about obtaining me as a bride.

“I think I won that bet,” I smiled to Masamune as I took one of the food pieces offered.

“I’d say so as well, you used to love being a princess,” he pouted slightly.

“I only did this because I wanted to see Mitsuhide’s face, and every second of torture was worth it to see him spit sake out,” I replied. “Otherwise, I will get back into hamaka,” I promised him.

“A toast to our princess,” Nobunaga smirked, as a cup of clear water was pushed in front of me.

“Yeah, she’s Masamune’s sister,” Hideyoshi groaned. Both of them had their drinks spiked with sake by Mitsuhide, and they were both now crashed out on each other. It was impossible to move them for the dead weight of the older sibling on his sister, so they settled with putting a blanket over them both.

“Hard to believe she convinced us that she was a man when you look at her like this,” Nobunaga spoke up. “Though she is perfectly capable of holding her own,” he frowned.

“She’ll become a target on the battlefield,” Hideyoshi immediately argued, knowing what his Lord was thinking.

“She is also perfectly capable of taking on virtually anyone, disarming them and knocking them unconscious,” Ieyasu admitted.

“She will still be a target,” Toyotomi wouldn’t back down, a frown creasing his brow.

I grumbled as I was brought to the next battle again, though this time, I wasn’t going to be allowed to go anywhere beyond the camp. I had taken to stealing Ieyasu’s hamakas when the staff had been told to not return mine. It got the point that Tokugawa was having to pull Hideyoshi in to my room and go through all of my clothes. I wasn’t binding like I had been, but I made a bra of sorts out of fabric to keep myself supported under my clothing. I did make the fantastic point that since I was surrounded by soldiers, then I wouldn’t stand out like I would in a kimono, and Oda was bored of all the complaints. He ordered that all the clothing I had commissioned as ‘Lord Natsu’ were to be returned to me since I clearly had no other intent. Slight adjustments needed to be made now I didn’t need to bind my chest, but the seamstresses were secretly impressed that it took until I was injured to be exposed and would excitedly chat me up about it as Akira was being viewed as an angel for keeping my secret.

Yoshi had decided that he was accompanying me on this trip, and he was learning the new phrases to keep his ‘boyfriend’ happy. I had been teaching Oda some of the modern phrases, and when this one had slipped out, it was immediately picked up across the castle much to Toyotomi’s long-suffering annoyance. My parrot was certainly not helping anyone since I had started rewarding him with treats when he called Hideyoshi ‘boyfriend’.

Masamune wouldn’t let me ride alone, and had me sat in front of him. There had been a lot of commissions given, but I still wasn’t sure of how much to keep pushing. Women were viewed in such a different manner here, though I was allowed to stay armed whilst staying behind in the camp. Ieyasu had given me some lessons in medicine, much to our mutual disgust, since it was going to keep me busy apparently.

I was making sure everything was ready for when the first injuries started. I hated waiting, I could feel my hand itching to run out into the middle of the soldiers and join them in slashing down the opposition. But my Lord’s orders were to stay here. I had to obey Nobunaga, he claimed me still as his vassal despite that I was revealed as a woman. If I kept on his good side then I would be gifted with more leniency than women generally received in this era.

Then a squawk from my parrot received all my attention.

Something was in the bushes near the camp as I grabbed the two short swords that Oda had granted me for ‘protection’. Following my bird was the only thing I could do, despite being forced into a kimono after arriving by my brother as we rushed through the forest to a clearing.

I instantly regretted my decision. Everything had pointed to this being three or four individuals, a small scouting group. I had actually run into the entirety of a scouting squad containing about thirty individuals who all had their attention on me.

“Well, Buddha delivers to those who believe,” one of the men smiled near to me.

“Buddha does many things,” I smirked, unsheathing both of my swords as I blocked the first swipe and started to swiftly make my way through them.

Nips, cuts, a breeze across my back. Yoshi was trying to help by relieving himself on anyone’s face, or diving in to scratch their faces. I was outnumbered desperately until there was a second commotion from the opposite side of the clearing as I floored a fifth follower. They would all have headaches when they came to, but the glimmer in Kenshin Uesugi’s eyes scared me momentarily. Then he stabbed the nearest guy in the torso and focused on securing the area.

“I was hoping there would be enough of a fight for me,” he commented as he guarded my back with his whilst thriving in the chaos.

Those who were unfortunate enough to still be conscious as Masamune, Nobunaga, Sasuke, Yukimura and Shingen arrived were immediately bound up and started with questioning. The unconscious ones would be taken back to camp and then all of them would be at Mitsuhide’s mercy.

I was surprised as a slender finger from Kenshin wiped across my cheek, a concerned expression as he peered closely at me. His skin was marred with my blood as he frowned slightly before his lips were over mine in a lightly passionate kiss.

The whole world seemed to stop, and I couldn’t do anything but smile afterwards, still in shock that it had happened.

Yoshi didn’t approve, he emptied himself over Kenshin before settling on my shoulder and glaring at the warlord.

“Sorry,” I said, breaking the silence that had been woven over everyone.

Masamune instantly pulled me back from the ‘enemy’, yelling something about how I couldn’t do anything like that as Sasuke was trying to get his Lord to disappear with him.

“What were you thinking?” My brother was pacing up and down just behind Ieyasu who was tending to my minor wounds.

“That it was a small group of scouts that needed removing,” I replied. “I sorted the problem out, what is the issue here?” I asked, raising one of my eyebrows.

“You let Kenshin kiss you,” Tokugawa pointed out.

“And Yoshi did then make himself know,” I added on. “It’s a kiss, what’s the big deal?”

“You aren’t allowed to just go kissing anyone as you like,” Masamune looked like he was about to have a meltdown over this.

“Oh, I see, you’re worried everyone will just assume that they can do what they like with me,” I realised. “Good luck to them!” I cheerily said. “I do regularly interrupt training with your scouts and soldiers and then completely thrash them,” I pointed out, as Ieyasu was trying to hide a smirk. “Besides, he didn’t exactly try to stop me fighting, he just helped me to defeat them all,” I paused, biting my lower lip before the camp seemed to burst into life.

Masamune and Ieyasu both shared a look, and I was given the explicit instruction to stay in the tent and not lift a flap as they both disappeared. Typical of men, trying to act all tough as I was contemplating what they’d both do if I decided to call it ‘advice’ instead of an ‘order’, when the flap lifted anyway, and Kenshin let himself in.

“I like that you’ve strolled into the enemy camp with some confidence,” I grinned. “What can I do for you?” I asked, standing up from where I was being treated a few minutes beforehand.

His fingers left a ghostly trail on my jawline, tilting my head upwards. His eyes were haunted by his past as I tilted my head to the side. I was going to drown in those gorgeous eyes of his, he really was as beautiful off the battlefield as he was in the midst of his talents. Then his sight fell onto the cut on my cheek that one of the scouts had given me, and his expression began to twist.

“They should never have considered touching such beauty,” he stated and took me back a little. “I had heard that Masamune’s sister was a talented individual, but to have the ability to fight on the front lines is something I’ve never seen,” he paused and enclosed my fingers in his grip before pulling them to his face. I was entranced for certain. I didn’t know what spell this man had woven, but right now I was caught up in it.

“Natsuki!” Masamune entered the tent with a bark and made me jump. My hand was retracted back to my side, whilst Uesugi looked annoyed. “What did I tell you-”

“I didn’t leave the tent,” I argued straight back. “And you have no right to order me about, I am a vassal of Lord Nobunaga, just because you are my brother doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do!” I hotly stomped my foot and glared at the one-eyed dragon.

“I’d say she’s a lost cause,” Nobunaga’s laugh made me freeze up a little as the warlord let himself in. “I have no idea what you did Kenshin, but you seem to have caught a fireball in your trap,” he shrugged at his enemy.

“He didn’t stop me fighting, he just helped me to make sure I wasn’t overwhelmed,” I sulked, refusing to look any of them in the face.

“It’s clear she lives and breathes with her fight,” Kenshin stated, “To stop her from fighting would be akin to stopping me from doing so. Ergo, impossible. I could always use a hand,” he gave me a small smirk, and my cheeks immediately began to heat up.

“What about Yoshi?” My brother had to bring me back to reality.

“He likes his boyfriend,” I smiled.

“Sugar candies are off-limits,” I heard a squawk, followed by some laughter and then Shingen being told off by all sounds of things.

“Or you could bring him with you by that,” Nobunaga smirked.

#ikemen sengoku #ikémen sengoku #ikesen #masamune date #nobunaga oda #kenshin uesugi #yukimura sanada #shingen takeda #hideyoshi toyotomi #ieyasu tokugawa #mitsuhide akechi #mitsunari ishida #sasuke sarutobi