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resetting37 · 5 months

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Funerals in Evelow

hi !! I have not done a world building wednesday segment in a long time ! but I am back, and I wanted to talk about how (most) funerals go about in Evelow, the primary setting of my story.

I'm going off of this prompt, and just answering the funeral and death related questions. Death is (unfortunately) not that big of a plot point in my story, but it does come up, especially at the beginning ('wait, there's a timeline to this nonsense ???')

How is a funeral held? funerals are held actually around a month after the death. However, if it was a terminally ill person or someone whose death was predicted to be coming, then it may be a lot sooner. This is because funerals are planned very slowly and time is taken to decide on tomb arrangements, location, scripts, etc.

(If you're wondering if the attendees are looking at a super decomposed body or if the embalming methods are hella advanced, um, both ? The decision to embalm does have to happen early on, but some people believe that the decomposition makes mourning more effective. Others want to look at their loved one as they remember them. Also, Evelow is the city that has advanced genetic therapy, so some cell manipulation is complimented with the chemicals to preserve the body longer. Freezing is also done, but don't forget to thaw them out in time ! sheesh.)

So after all the planning, people must register to attend or else they cannot enter. (If the dead person was apart of the planning before their death, then they can make their own invitation list.) This is because there are strict arrangements and many people have duties within the ceremony.

The funeral begins at the burial site. (Unless there were wishes to be buried in secret !! In that case, it can be anywhere. We'll talk more about burial sites in the next question) Everyone in attendance is expected to have a turn at saying something publicly to the dead person. You can technically opt out, but you'd have to be a sobbing mess in order to avoid the stigma that comes out of attending a wedding and not having anything to say about the dying person.

There is a scribe present who records everything. Everything written down will be put into a book(let; depends how much was said) and that book will be attached to the burial site. This is so anyone who visits in the future can read the book that talks about them. Evelow greatly values historical texts and recording everything, so remembering passed people in this manner is appropriate.

So yes, funeral ceremonies can last a very long time. This is why they take a long time to plan. If anticipated, intermissions can occur. There have been occurrences of them lasting days. Fatigue is expected. But many times, people want the funerals to last, so they'll accept the fatigue.

What happens to the body after someone has died? So yeah, bodies are buried ! Usually. Really depends on the person. Preferably in a casket because of the stigma Evelow has against the natural world. In fact, it's more labor-induced to bury them without a casket. To get approval on open burial (i.e. just burying them as is. no coffin or cardboard box or anything) the ground has to be tested for toxicity and purified. In general, the ground is fine.

If you have made recognized achievement within Evelow, then you can be nominated to be buried in the inland garden. The garden is what surrounds the temple and even has statues and other highly decorated tombs. The council has to approve this. And given that most of the figures here are either past councilmen, emperors, etc. It's kind of an unfair little secret club.

So where are people usually buried ? Usually at the home of a loved one or a place significant to them. So yea, there's just little books scattered across Evelow being like "hey this person was buried here, want to read what others said about them ?" (if it's a public place, it has to be approved, blah blah) If there's no designated location, there's a mass graveyard on one of the far reaches of Evelow. It's very large and there are lots of people buried there, but many people try to avoid this fate. There's another stigma behind being "buried in the graveyard."

I don't think they call it a graveyard, just the burial ground (that's 'the' not 'a'.) Though some people like to be metal and call it the "land of the mournless" which brings me to the next question

How do people mourn? There's A LOT of mourning involved in Evelonian deaths. No celebrations (unless you despised the person lol) not even to be happy that they lived a good life, etc. (Which is kind of why cloning is a thing in this city. It's very much not a common thing, but man, some people don't want to die, is there harm in preserving yourself in some manner ?) So yeah, it ties with the desire to record everything as mentioned above. There's a lot of value in preservation in Evelow, so to lose a person ??

Which is why it's considered very important to spill your heart out when it's your turn to speak at the ceremony. You have to say it all, so it'll be recorded and kept by the body forever ! So much so that loud crying is encouraged. (Which I'll give credit to Evelow for that, good for them. However, this also means that if you're not publicly mourning someone, people might take that as you not caring about them. Which is fine if you're not close to them, but you know. People have to be mindful of that.)

What is consider an appropriate amount of time for mourning? However much time you need ! There's no obligation to be like "okay this person died a year ago, time to move on" you can mourn as long as you like. Of course, this can be harmful when it comes to the mourning person's health, but people are welcome to continue mourning while going on their daily lives so that the mourn does not consume them.

What color is used for mourning and funerals? Okay, so as of now, many colors have the same symbolism in Evelow as they are how I'm familiar with ? I should change that (at least to a degree, since I am also an artist and I like to consider color theory) but I do want to keep black as the symbol for death and decay and mourning. And since death is feared in Evelow, then everyone wears black to a funeral.

People are supposed to wear their heaviest garb, wear custom made attire, and go all out for the ceremony. The more extravagant you are, the better (which means that I should redesign the camryns outfits as shown above, it was their mother that died ! We shouldn't able to see these guys under all the veils and cloaks !! Um. remind me to draw that sometime.)

"You mean people are supposed to wear layers of black drapery and attend a multi-hour-sometimes-days-long ceremony ??" Yes, it's supposed to be exhausting.

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Okay so that's about the end of my ramble ! I should talk a little on how funerals and death is seen in other places like Recom and especially Dile. Dile was where Audrey grew up and when her parents died, she was kind of alone in her mourning. So when she goes to Evelow and sees people acting like it's the end of the world to see their loved ones die, Audrey's like "finally, someone who gets me."

also disclaimer I'm not implying that I think this is the right way to go ! this is just how Evelow does it. And not even everyone in Evelow. It's considered controversial to show any happiness behind a death, but some people are pushing back and insisting on celebration of life, and that death is such a regular part of the life cycle that it should be properly incorporated into people's lives, and not seen as this tragedy for all cases of it.

#world building #okay I'm gonna go ahead and post this now since it's past midnight and you guessed it. wednesday !#I should make world building wednesday part two: color symbolism #but I can wait for the morning. (or next week)

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beardedmrbean · 5 months

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Two Finnish Christian leaders have beaten hate speech charges filed against them for the second time.

Member of Parliament Päivi Räsänen – a 62-year-old medical doctor and grandmother of seven – and Lutheran Bishop Juhana Pohjola were again found not guilty of hate speech by a court of appeals in Helsinki.

"I am deeply relieved. The court has fully endorsed and upheld the decision of the district court, which recognized everyone’s right to free speech," said Räsänen.

She continued, "It isn’t a crime to tweet a Bible verse, or to engage in public discourse with a Christian perspective. The attempts made to prosecute me for expressing my beliefs have resulted in an immensely trying four years, but my hope is that the result will stand as a key precedent to protect the human right to free speech."

The trial was a second attempt by state prosecutor Anu Mantila to punish the two Christians for intolerance toward homosexuality.

"You can cite the Bible, but it is Räsänen’s interpretation and opinion about the Bible verses that are criminal," Mantila claimed during the appeal trial.

The prosecution characterized Räsänen's sharing of a Bible verse against homosexuality (Romans 1:24-27) and a 2004 pamphlet titled "Male and Female He Created Them: Homosexual Relations Challenge the Christian Concept of Humanity" as intended to cause intolerance, contempt and hatred toward homosexuals.

Räsänen and Pohjola were originally acquitted in March 2022 – until the prosecution took the issue to the court of appeals in September 2023 for a second attempt at conviction.

The Court of Appeals ruled this week that it "has no reason, on the basis of the evidence received at the main hearing, to assess the case in any respect differently from the District Court. There is therefore no reason to alter the final result of the District Court’s judgment."

U.S. Rep. Chip Roy, R-Texas, has been involved in international efforts to defend Räsänen and Pohjola. He celebrated the second victory in Finnish court as a triumph for the shared value of free expression.

"A guilty verdict would have criminalized Christianity, silenced Christians, stifled religious freedom across Europe, and catalyzed further attacks on the foundations of Western Civilization," Roy told Fox News Digital.

He continued, "I thank God for this verdict, for Päivi Räsänen and Bishop Pohjola's courage in defense of the Gospel, and for the efforts of Alliance Defending Freedom International and other groups like Family Research Council for their hard work and advocacy on this case."

Räsänen said the trial has a "deterrent effect of curtailing freedom of expression and religion."

"If writings based on biblical teachings were to be condemned, that would mean a serious restriction of freedom of religion. It is natural that this would raise concerns among Christians both in Finland and internationally," she said.

Prosecutors may still attempt to take the issue even higher up the system to the Supreme Court of Finland for a third and final decision.

#nunyas news #updates from up north

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mbbsblogsblog · 6 months

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My MBBS Dreams -A Journey to Ukraine

Completing high school is a major milestone in any student's life, marked by excitement and uncertainty about the future. It's a time when many doors open, and the choices made during this pivotal moment can significantly shape one's destiny. For me, after finishing my 12th academic year, an unexpected opportunity to travel to Ukraine changed the course of my life, leading me to embark on a journey to pursue my dream of becoming a medical professional.

The trip to Ukraine was nothing short of remarkable. It was not something I had planned for; in fact, it was a serendipitous occurrence that would set the stage for my future endeavors. My visit to Ukraine was an eye-opening experience, one that exposed me to a completely different world and opened my eyes to new possibilities.

Upon arrival in Ukraine, I was immediately struck by the country's rich history and vibrant culture. The architecture, the people, and the landscapes were all enchanting. I explored the beautiful cities of Kyiv, Lviv, and Odessa, each with its unique charm. As I delved deeper into the Ukrainian culture, I also discovered the country's rich tradition of medical education and healthcare.

During my visit, I had the privilege of visiting some of Ukraine's renowned medical universities. The impressive infrastructure, well-equipped laboratories, and highly qualified faculty were hard to ignore. I was particularly captivated by the emphasis on practical training and research opportunities provided to students. It was evident that Ukraine had a thriving medical education system that was producing skilled healthcare professionals.

My interaction with international students studying in Ukraine further piqued my interest. The diverse student body, coming from various corners of the globe, shared their positive experiences of studying medicine in Ukraine. Their stories were inspiring, and it became clear that pursuing an MBBS in Ukraine could offer an incredible international exposure and a promising future in the field of medicine.

Upon returning to my home country, I was filled with a newfound sense of purpose and a desire to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor. The idea of studying medicine in Ukraine had firmly rooted itself in my mind. However, such a decision required thorough research, careful planning, and a significant commitment, both academically and financially.

One of the key reasons that led me to choose MBBS in Ukraine was the affordability. The tuition fees and cost of living in Ukraine were comparatively lower than in many other countries. This made pursuing my dream of becoming a doctor much more attainable.

Furthermore, the quality of education in Ukraine was a major selling point. The medical curriculum was on par with international standards, and the universities were recognized by organizations like the World Health Organization (WHO) and the Medical Council of India (MCI), ensuring that I would receive a globally recognized medical degree.

Another significant factor that solidified my decision was the opportunity for international exposure. Studying in a foreign country and interacting with students from diverse backgrounds not only enriches one's personal experiences but also prepares future doctors to understand and cater to the healthcare needs of a global community.

Choosing to study MBBS in Ukraine was not a decision taken lightly. It required meticulous planning and the support of my family, who stood by me through every step of the process. I spent months preparing for the entrance exams, securing necessary documents, and completing the admission procedures. The road to Ukraine was long and filled with challenges, but my determination and support from my loved ones helped me overcome every obstacle.

Now, as I stand on the threshold of my medical education journey in Ukraine, I reflect on the incredible twist of fate that brought me to this point. The decision to study medicine in Ukraine has not only granted me a chance to fulfill my dreams but also the opportunity to explore a new culture, make lifelong friendships, and develop into a well-rounded individual.

My journey to Ukraine after completing my 12th academic year has been transformative, and I am excited to embrace the challenges and adventures that lie ahead. My path may have been unexpected, but it has been a rewarding and enlightening one. I am eager to continue my education and, one day, give back to the world as a skilled and compassionate healthcare professional, thanks to the incredible opportunity that Ukraine has provided me.

#mbbs in Ukraine

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year

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“Unity League Enters Fight,” Border Cities Star. February 14, 1933. Page 5. ---- Left Wing Group Ready To Oppose Railway Wage Slash ---- And Duff Report ---- Oscar Kitching Reiterates Plea for Joint Action. By Railroaders ---- The Workers' Unity League, a "left wing" Labor organization, plans to join the fight against the Duff Railway Commission recommendations and the 10 percent pay reduction effective next month.

WARNING SOUNDED District Labor leaders recognize the authenticity of this report as indicated at last night's regular session of the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen when Oscar Kitching, boilermakers delegate, warned:

"Other organizations, we know, are ready to step in if we step out of this fight against pay cuts and other Duff Commission recommendations. Their entry into the fight will be on the assumption that we in the trades unionists movement are fakirs and are not genuine in our stand."

Delegate Kitching, who has been active in the fight to organize the 16 local rall unions into a closely-knit "railwaymen's council" with a working affiliation with the Essex County Trades and Labor Council, had the Workers Unity League in mind when he dropped his hint at the trainmen's meeting.

UNITY LEAGUE ACTIVE Representatives of the local branch of the Workers' Unity League have been active since different rail unions, all representing the shop crafts, started to hold special rallies a month ago. Some of them, in fact, have been busy handing out literature to railroaders as they passed into the Labor Temple. It is expected, however, that the Workers Unity League will make its first break into real action in Winnipeg and in other western centres.

The trainmen gave Delegate Kitching an attentive hearing last night as he urged swift, united action in the campaign against further wage and staff reductions. Co-operation was promised by union delegates and it is likely that district members of Parliament will be urged to oppose the Duff report at the current sitting of the House of Commons.

While only one of the "Big Four" railroad brotherhoods, the Brotherhood of Locomotive Firemen and Enginemen, was represented at the pro- test rally in the Labor Temple Sunday night, it was learned today that none of the locals of the shop crafts have adopted any definite stand against the impending pay cut.

NOT THREATENED YET "It is a peculiar thing." Delegate Kitching reminded the trainmen last night, "that our men have not yet been threatened with another 10 percent cut, but this we do know and that is that we'll certainly get the cut after you get your cut if it is put over. It is no joke with us, I can assure you."

Delegate Kitching recalled that in past years the Canadian railroaders wage schedules had been governed by the conditions of the rail men across the boundary line and by the decisions of the United States rail boards. But today, it is different. The Canadian roads are setting up their own schedules without regard to the situation in the United States.

Reminding that the railroad workers are the best organized on the North American continent, Delegate Kitching submitted it is the duty of all of the rail brotherhoods to participate in the present fight; and also to take up the struggle for the unorganized worker as the latter naturally is affected by anything which affects the rail unions.

$2.49 FOR TWO WEEKS The speaker, in passing, referred to a pay cheque of a Briggs plant worker which had been exhibited at the Windsor Labor Temple and which indicated the workman had been credited with $2.49 for a two-week period and that $2.00 had been deducted for insurance.

Delegate Kitching, pleading for co- operation of the railroad running trades and the shop crafts, urged: "The fight should not be left to one organization or group of organizations. We have been at it since November and today we have not got the local railway council' of workers actually functioning."

The speaker made it clear he was in the fight as a trades unionist of 26 years' experience and not as provincial vice-president of the Labor Party of Ontario.

"HOMESTEAD RIGHTS" Canadian National Railway unions, it was learned last night, are furthering their campaign for a restoration of the "homestead rights" throughout District 14, of which they have been deprived in recent weeks. The appeal, denied by lesser officials of the road. is to be carried, if necessary, to Acting President Hungerford by high union authorities.

Under the "homestead rights," men who had been established in one centre since 1927 or previously, could not be "bumped" by outsiders with more seniority rights. This has been abolished and the "universal promotion" system is in vogue, only, however, in the one district which comprises the centres of Windsor, Sarnia, London, Stratford, Fort Erie, Niagara Falls, Port Colborne, Welland and St. Thomas.

Michigan Central men report, incidentally, that all firemen working on the Canada division, are "classed engineers." The Canadian National men report that of the 754 firemen who were on the working list from Windsor east to Brockville, there are only 83 left today, many of them engineers back at the firebox.

Another guest speaker at last night's meeting was C. E. Robinson, of Jackson, Mich., general chairman of the trainmen of the Michigan Central railroad.

#windsor #railway union #railway workers #union politics #wage cuts #austerity measures #austerity politics #working class politics #working class struggle #workers unity league #left wing unions #front group #great depression in canada

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Teachers' Abuse at KCSE Marking Centers Exposed As KUPPET Gives Demands

Teachers' Abuse at KCSE Marking Centers Exposed As KUPPET Gives Demands The Kenya Union of Post-Primary Education Teachers (KUPPET) has advocated for a review of the marking process and legislation of national examinations in order to address three issues. On Wednesday, January 11 during an interview on Ramogi TV, KUPPET Secretary General Akello Misori stated that the examiners were living as prisoners. He stated that the living circumstances at the marking centers were one of the factors that led to their members leaving St Francis Mang'u Girls High School. "Do you know that in the marking center, even the prisoners are better off? When they got to those centers nobody was allowed to leave. You cannot even visit anyone. "Marking of exams is a matter of life and death for the government and that has affected teachers," he stated. In addition, Misori suggested that examiner compensation should be reevaluated because the government was utilizing a 1987-era model. They continue to receive Ksh150 per day. This amount of money cannot even buy you a Coke after you leave the cities. Why should they be paid so much when they determine the future of so many children?" he stated. In addition, he demanded that the Ministry of Education recognize the disgruntled teachers, adding that some of them had been gassed with tear gas after laying down their tools. However, Misori pushed his coworkers to return to duty, noting that they had already signed a contract. He stated that new terms and circumstances would be negotiated prior to the upcoming grading exercise later this year. In a statement released on Tuesday, January 10, the Kenya National Examination Council (KNEC) stated that they would hire replacement examiners if the unhappy teachers did not return to work. This occurred after CRE examiners at St. Francis Mang'u Girls High School walked off the job because to terrible working conditions. Before schools resume on January 23, KCSE results will be released. The national exams agency hired a fresh group of teachers to grade CRE Paper 1 after a protest by the first group of examiners halted the marking process. The Kenya National Examinations Council made the decision Tuesday night in response to a protest at St. Francis Mang'u High School by a handful of examiners who were upset with the Sh55 per paper payment. According to a source at Knec, retired examiners were phoned on Tuesday evening and asked to report to the marking center by tomorrow's deadline. The majority of teachers responsible for the standoff were asked to leave the centre. Insiders from the CRE marking team, team leaders, and a few administrators are still in school, marking the papers. Approximately 500,000 CRE papers had not been evaluated by Tuesday evening. “All the other teachers checked out, I am among the ones who remained and we are here struggling with the remaining papers,” a teacher told the Star. However, the teacher is optimistic that Knec will quickly fill the vacancies created by the striking teachers. A Knec official who spoke on the condition of anonymity questioned the strike's motivation, stating that the teachers had signed contracts and read the terms. “We will do our own investigations as a council, and everything will follow due process,” the source said. The source stated that he did not comprehend the conditions that drove the teachers to renounce contracts they had read and signed. "They have obligations under the terms of the contract, and we have ours. In every contract, a party has the opportunity to withdraw," he continued. According to him, the contract includes teachers as contractual professionals who would grade national examinations. The agreement signed by the teachers contains payment terms, teacher teachers, and Knec's responsibilities. Tuesday, Knec issued a formal statement in which he declined to accept the CRE Paper 1 teachers' demands. According to a statement by KNEC chairman Julius Nyabundi, the initial agreement cannot be modified midway. “Since the issue of the examiner’s marking fee is an individual contract, and agreed to before reporting to a centre, the council found it impossible to find an extra budget to revise the rates midway,” Nyabundi said. The council further requested that teachers who wished to continue grading the papers remain. Those who did not choose to proceed were permitted to leave St. Francis Mangu High School. “In the meantime, the Council has invited trained examiners from its database to ensure the smooth progress of the exercise,” he added. Akelo Misori, secretary general of the Kenya Union of Post Primary Education Teachers, urged Knec to increase the per-script rate from Sh55 to Sh100. Misori stated that the challenges identified are shared by teachers at other marking centres. Misori stated, "The teachers have said enough is enough, and we will prepare further undetermined activities." He stated that if their demands are not addressed, the union will shortly call for a complete boycott of KCSE marking. “Rather than address these long-festering challenges, KNEC has doubled down on the malpractices. This year, the Council is running an authoritarian work schedule where examiners work from 4am to 10pm,” he said.ed. Education CS Ezekiel Machogu was allegedly screamed down when he attempted to calm down the teachers at Mangu High. In addition to other education officials, TSC CEO Nancy Macharia visited the school to calm the tension. Teachers had already sought the removal of the incumbent Chief Examiner. Teachers' Abuse at KCSE Marking Centers Exposed As KUPPET Gives Demands Read the full article

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Hi! Have you watched this video therapist react Caitvi relationship? Her insights and input are invaluable! >.< I just found out Vi have an avoidance attachment, I was worried what if aftermath ending season 1 will Vi ever thought leave Cait again? I mean she can't avoid comforting her problems forever that includes her relationship with her terrorist sister and cop girlfriend

I just watched the video! I was hesitant to watch it at first, even though I've seen it around. It's just that I've seen so many horrible interpretations of specifically Vi as a character, but I figured this therapist would have done a great job. I trusted your judgment and wow, color me impressed! She really did a phenomenal job at breaking down Vi and Caitlyn's respective attachment styles - Vi being avoidant and Caitlyn being secure, which makes a whole lot of sense. Thank you for linking the video to me, I really appreciate it!

I highly doubt they'll make Vi leave Caitlyn again due to her being avoidant. They already did that with her oil and water statement, but Caitlyn wasn't having it. Due to Cait's secure attachment, we can tell from the shower scene that she was determined to get Vi back. She couldn't accept Vi's rejection and in my opinion, that's because she could see it wasn't a genuine one.

I think Vi made it pretty obvious she didn't mean what she said when she couldn't look Caitlyn in the eyes. Caitlyn says "You're just saying that" and Vi immediately answers with "Do yourself a favor, Cupcake". It wasn't too hard for Caitlyn to deduce she rejected her out of fear. Fear of getting too attached, but also the fear of getting Caitlyn hurt through her connection with Jinx. Caitlyn is stubborn enough not to have let it stop her. They're both very stubborn characters, which I'm sure will be lovely to see in season two because they'll be stubborn for each other through their mutual convictions :')

With the events of the finale, I think Vi is now forced to face the fact that avoiding her problems will not make them go away. She couldn't prevent nor predict that Jinx was gonna kidnap Caitlyn. She thought leaving Caitlyn would protect her. That's a solid reality check. Plus, she believed Jinx would have been capable of decapitating Caitlyn's head and put it on a silver platter in front of her. "I'm not that crazy!" Jinx retorted, but Vi really thought she was that crazy for a second there.

Vi's entire world has just been rocked. It only makes sense for her to stick with the one person who has yet to disappoint her. The only constant in her life post-prison. The person who's shown real empathy and care time and time again. The same person who refused to hurt her sister, despite everything, because she couldn't risk hurting Vi in the process. It's about time Vi recognizes Caitlyn isn't going anywhere. Sorry Vi! You're in too deep! Can't avoid that forever.

But it's truly Caitlyn who gets to decide where to go from here. My predictions are about Caitlyn making decisions around a very insecure, confused and sad Vi who thinks everything is her fault and blames herself for ruining Caitlyn's life. Caitlyn can't be mad at that.

I'm fairly certain Vi won't try to avoid things at this point. In fact, I think she'll be more vulnerable than ever before. She was genuinely terrified at the end, even when Jinx picked up the gemstone from the cupcake and they shared a look. We can see Vi breathing shakily and glancing in the direction of Caitlyn laying on the floor. She had no idea what Jinx was going to do, so she probably still thought she was going to kill Caitlyn until she saw her walk over to the edge. Only then did she realize Jinx resorted to attacking the Council instead.

Why kill one enforcer when you can take town the city's entire political system in one blow? It's much more efficient!

I wouldn't worry about Vi avoiding things now. I don't think she's ever been more forced to face her fears, thanks to her terrorist sister!

#meta #discussion #anon #thank you so much for your message i loved the video #this is how im spending my evening before the new year and i couldn't be happier

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morporkian-cryptid · 3 years

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Today in "Elliott's Niche AF AUs": one (1) person asked me about this, sooooo...

Lupin III Discworld AU crossover headcanon pile thingy!!!

For those who don't know: Discworld is a flat world held on the back of four giant elephants on top of a giant turtle, floating through space. That world has magic, as well as trolls, dwarves, goblins etc... but in a way that's meant to subvert typical fantasy tropes.

Ankh-Morpork, the biggest city on the Disc, is a hotbed of crime, innovations, and innovations in crime. It is run by a council of guilds, and by a Patrician (a lifelong tyrant; he's elected by the guilds but he has the final say in everything). Notorious for having an Assassins', Thieves', Beggars', and Seamstresses' (sex workers) Guilds. Also notorious for its Watch (the police), which is actually surprisingly good at solving crimes. It's also the biggest immigration destination on the Disc.

Character backstories/situations:

Lupin : half-quirmian-half-agatean (Quirm being the DW equivalent of France), grew up in the Agatean Empire (DW equivalent of China/East Asia). He moved to Ankh-Morpork to follow Fujiko, and/or to escape Zenigata. He’s an illegal thief (meaning he's not registered with the Thieves' Guild), and his favourite hobby (besides just stealing in general) is screwing with the Guild. Commander Vimes, the head of the Watch, is supposed to catch him (or at least help Zenigata catch him), but he's secretly rooting for him because he dislikes the Guild slightly more than he dislikes Lupin.

Jigen : son of a couple of Agatean immigrants in Ankh-Morpork, grew up as a street urchin in the Shades (the most crime-ridden neighborhood of the notoriously crime-ridden Ankh-Morpork). He joined the Assassins’ Guild later in his life as a (mostly self-taught) sharpshooter, with a talent that outshone that of the Guild's best students. He later quit the Guild after he met Lupin (possibly had a contract to kill Lupin, and decided “screw this I’m going with him”). He can use any kind of shooting weapons, but favors crossbows. He’s tried stealing and using the gonne (DW's first and only firearm); it didn't go well. He somehow managed to learn one single spell from the wizards, the fireball, by becoming pals with Arcchancelor Ridcully (wizard, head of the Unseen University, and famous for his unfortunate passion for crossbow shooting).

Goemon : agatean immigrant/fugitive, master swordsman. He left Agatea because Fujiko stole his Zantetsuken and fled to Ankh-Morpork, so Goemon had to follow her to retrieve his sword. He then met Lupin and Jigen and decided to stick around. The Zantetsuken is a talking sword, and its personality is basically the embodiment of Bushido. It's extremely annoying (like all talking swords), but Goemon loves it. (it was probably his only friend back in Agatea)

Fujiko : agatean immigrant/fugitive. Ran away from the Agatean Empire chased by Goemon. She joined the Thieves’ Guild, but everyone confuses her for a seamstress because her technique usually involves seduction. She tried it on Vetinari once. It failed spectacularly.

Zenigata : agatean immigrant, part of the Empire’s police force, who came to Ankh-Morpork chasing Lupin. He only brought his assistant Yata with him, and has to cooperate with the Watch to have resources to catch Lupin. Vimes doesn’t particularly like him, but he’s good at his work so he can’t say anything (they're both too stubborn to get along).

Bonus:

Yata: Zenigata’s assistant, came to Ankh-Morpork with him, rapidly became great friends with Rufus Drumknott (the Head Secretary of the Patrician, Lord Vetinari). He has a bad influence on Drumknott. He also befriended Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson, but then again Carrot befriends everyone.

Ami: She's a clacks operator. Clacks are basically the DW equivalent of telegraph. There's a group of clacks hackers called the GNU, so she might have joined them.

Albert: He's part of the Patrician's Dark Clerks (they're the secret services of Ankh-Morpork)

Rebecca: She's from Quirm. That’s all I have about her for now. (Quirm's the equivalent of France, but in the french translation it was made into an equivalent of Italy)

Random-Ass Headcanons

Lupin gets along like a house on fire with Moist von Lipwig (former conman and current postmaster, notorious adrenaline junkie), both figuratively and literally. Lupin and Lipwig sometimes team up on heists and rely on each other’s help, when they’re not busy competing against each other because Lupin keeps daring Lipwig to thieving competitions.

One of the contests’ goal is to steal Vetinari’s manuscript, The Servant. Fujiko wins. She wasn’t even in the race.

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Fujiko quickly became friends with Adora-Belle Dearheart (Moist von Lipwig's rather explosive girlfriend), they get together every now and then to trash-talk their respective boyfriends.

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For some reason everyone thinks Lupin is a werewolf. (it’s actually Jigen)

(maybe. I haven't yet decided whether or not he is. That would be a very good source of angst, considering what most werewolves are like, and also a very good source of domestic fluff if the whole gang has to adapt to the moon cycle and Jigen's transformations. Idk. Might be fun.)

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Fujiko owns a horse golem (a gift from Adora-Belle or something she stole, we may never know). The Gang also owns a carriage, modified with a spell so it will drive faster, and they drive it completely carelessly. It has been destroyed and rebuilt countless times. (actually a bunch of spells, Lupin probably found a way to blackmail Ridcully so he could mod the shit out of his carriage. Or they rely on Jigen’s friendship with Ridcully)

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Lupin uses swamp dragons as firearms (dialogue courtesy of @marquise-de-clarabas: Jigen: You stole a dragon??? Lupin: I didn’t steal him! He’s his own person and can make decisions himself! Dragon: I wanna steal). He has an alias and disguise entirely dedicated to visiting the Sunshine Sanctuary For Sick Dragons, and somehow became friends with Lady Sybil Ramkin-Vimes (Commander Vimes' wife, and the greatest expert on swamp dragons in the city, probably on the Disc). Vimes doesn't know about it, and Lupin finds the whole situation hilarious. He constantly makes jokes about how he’s playing with fire.

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The Thieves’ Guild and the Watch are competing to catch the Gang, but secretly Vimes is rooting for the Gang (the Guild just hates them). That said, Vimes also hates Lupin (only slightly less than he dislikes the Guild), because he's always a little shit whenever he gets put in jail, and then he immediately breaks out.

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Rincewind (famously bad wizard with a shit luck and a tendency to run from problems) once got arrested by Zenigata, because he got startled by him yelling LUPAAAAAAAAAN! and started running for the hills, making Zenigata believe he was Lupin in disguise. Rincewind is terrified of Zenigata.

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Zenigata is actively trying to stop the Thieves' Guild from catching Lupin and Co, both because he wants to catch them himself, and because he knows what the Guild does to illegal thieves and he doesn’t want it to happen to Lupin.

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Lupin stole Ridcully’s hat (custom wizard hat with a bunch of pockets, drawers, a crossbow, and a tiny flask of alcohol) as a gift for Jigen’s birthday. He also stole Lipwig’s hat (golden cap with dove wings), after which Adora claimed she didn’t recognize Moist (dialogue courtesy of @marquise-de-clarabas: Moist: C’mon babe, it’s me, your boyfriend! Adora, knowing full well who he is: I have never met this man in my entire life). He also raided the Assassins' Guild's armory/museum to get a birthday gift for Goemon.

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About Jigen and the gonne (spoilers for Men at Arms) : basically, the gonne being such a dangerous and destructive weapon compared to crossbows, it has a nigh-magical attraction on people, and awakens and strengthens whatever lust for power, vengeance, blood etc they have. It basically controls its user and feeds on their convictions, addictions, wants, etc. The only person known to have resisted it is Vimes (because he's a stubborn mofo with a sense of morals you could bend iron on), and even he came damn near to losing his mind. (And Carrot, because... he's Carrot.)

Assuming the gonne didn't get destroyed in this AU: after they steal it, Lupin tries to use it, gets completely possessed/cursed (again) and accidentally tries to murder his friends (again), prompting Jigen to take it from him. Jigen then gets possessed as well, and they start fighting for the gonne, until Goemon just walks in, takes it out of their hands and takes it away. Goemon's completely unaffected by the gonne because 1) of his ascetic training and 2) "it is a filthy morporkian artifact and cannot compare to the noble art of the sword."

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Zenigata often teams up with Angua (resident werewolf of the Watch), they get along very well. The Gang is very easy to track, they smell like a tobacco factory that has caught on fire.

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Yata and Drumknott (Patrician's head secretary, and confidante, sort of) get together after office hours, and argue about whose boss is the best (because as we all know they both have a crush on respective bosses). One day Drumknott accidentally calls Vetinari “Sempai” after he heard Yata call Zenigata that all the time.

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Lupin follows Lipwig’s example and steals all of Yata’s pencils every time he visits the Pseudopolis Yard (the Watch's HQ). Drumknott is fuming when Yata tells him about it.

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Leonardo Da Quirm is butt-naked, because Part 4.

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Something with vampires, probably.

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tagging @carriagelamp and @mad-whoman-with-a-book00 because I know you may be potentially interested in this AU ^^

#lupin iii #lupin the third #discworld #ankh-morpork #terry pratchett #lupin iii discworld au #already making a tag in case i make more posts; you never know #the hobbit's headcanons

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Worth it - Batman TAS

Out of the few books available at the Arkham rec room’s otherwise empty bookshelf Professor Crane had chosen to read “Pride and Prejudice” today. He had read it about ten times already but the small book collection was not getting any bigger and it was still better than reading the Bible.

“Alice’s adventures in Wonderland” had been banned from Arkham’s library quite some time ago for triggering a certain inmate, and “Christmas Carol” had lately been decorated with obscene doodles by the Joker which Jonathan did not wish to see ever again. The nursery rhymes book was always an option but currently, Harley had her fun with that, giggling each time she read a funny one.

Crane was sitting on the couch with his nose in the book, not bothering anyone with his presence. Next to him, Tetch was staring at the TV. The poor man looked so bored, mindlessly channel surfing, probably too high on medication to be able to entertain himself with any Wonderland plots.

With Joker not around, the rec room seemed calm, almost as calm as the sky before a heavy storm. And said storm came unexpectedly in the form of Jervis Tetch.

The bored man on the couch had switched to the Gotham’s evening news channel, listening in to the street interview with one of the new candidates for the city council, and then, out of nowhere, he threw a massive tantrum – his outburst included flipping the coffee-table and accidentally hitting Harley’s head with it. That, of course, resulted in Doctor Quinzel’s aggressive response. Not much remained left from the unfortunate table after Harley had finished with it.

Professor Crane watched in delight how Mad Hatter fought against a guard twice as big as himself, while Harley attempted to smash both of their heads with a table leg before two other guards managed to tranquilize her.

After a few more minutes, the rec room was calm again and Jonathan got back to his book. But as much as he tried to ignore the incident and focus on the plot, a little voice in his head, the voice of the psychologist who he’d never truly ceased to be, kept whispering a very important question. “What exactly has just happened here?” The voice asked, teasing Jon’s professional curiosity. He cast another glance at the tv. The candidate from the evening news smiled at the camera, still explaining how much he was helping the community.

Professor Crane had his suspicions. And who would have guessed? Mad Hatter broke out of Arkham no longer than three days after that event.

David Colton was in his mid-thirties and he was a man in his prime, looking exceptionally professional today in his expensive dark-blue suit, white shirt, and striped blue tie.

“Smoother than Bruce Wayne,” he thought with a pleasant smile, checking himself in the mirror.

Oh, yeah, he still got it! Still looking as youthful and handsome as the prom king he had been back in his high-school days.

“Almost ready Mr. Colton,” the make-up lady told him, and put some more powder onto his already fluid-heavy forehead. “No glossy faces on TV, that’s my rule. Those spotlights know no mercy,” she joked.

David chuckled. “The only thing that is allowed to shine tonight, is my charisma.”

They would have laughed some more, if not for a sudden knocking on the door to his private dressing room.

“Come in,” David called and took a deep, calming breath mentally preparing himself for showtime.

He was ready to present his best self to Gotham again, and at this rate of him constantly being invited to interviews, the seat in the council was practically his already.

His father was right, the ability to make a good impression and a thing for charity was everything that mattered in this town after all.

The door opened and a short man in a trench coat walked in, not a staff member judging simply by the lack of an ID. Yet, the man seemed familiar – Colton just couldn’t quite place him.

“Can I help you, pal?” He asked the newcomer, hiding his irritation behind a polite smile.

The man smiled brightly and took a few steps into the room. “Oh, yes, yes. I think you can,” he spoke with a quiet yet excited voice.

Colton caught his fake British accent right away – and again, it felt like he had heard it before.

“However, I wouldn’t call you my pal.” The man continued grinning. “Would I? Won’t I? Would I? Won’t I?”.

“Listen, pal,” Colton cut him off, not bothering anymore to be that polite. “My interview is starting in a few minutes. Can we get back to this conversation later?”

“I’m afraid that later will be too late,” the strange man shook his head and took out a silver pocket-watch. “It will take only a moment…”

David sighed, the intruder was really hard to get rid of – he hated those nosy people who worked for the press.

“Very well then.” He stood up from his seat and turned to his guest to shake his hand and introduce himself properly. “David Colton,” he offered his hand to the shorter man.

The man didn’t take it, which led to a very awkward moment.

“Oh, but we know each other,” he explained, staring at David with an intense glare.

Colton, confused as he was, took a closer look at the stranger – his blonde, messy hair, big nose, and even bigger front teeth. Suddenly it clicked. “Gotham High! Jervis, was it? Jervis the Jerkface,” he laughed at the old memories of those past, glorious days of his youth. “How have you been, Jerv?”.

“Surely not as good as you.” There was a hint of fake sadness in Jervis’ voice as he put on the black, old-school top hat that he had held in his hand behind his back the entire time.

That single move made Colton recall some very disturbing stories straight from Gotham’s underworld. He cast a worried look at the make-up lady – she looked terrified and about to scream.

Slowly, he gazed back at the small man before him – the man who used to be just a nerdy kid from his high school, a weird boy that everybody had laughed at – Jervis the Jerkface, Beaver-man, Ratter.

“They don’t call me names that often anymore,” Jervis said calmly, as if he had just read his mind, a nasty grin creeping back on his face. He held a card in his gloved hand. “They simply call me the Mad Hatter.”

-#-

Like every other Saturday, the rec room was hosting the four lucky high-profile inmates who had earned their right to be in here, thanks to their good behavior. This time it was Doctor Isley, surprisingly enough, Nygma and, even more surprisingly, Croc who accompanied Professor Crane during his well-deserved book-time.

Everyone was minding their own business, Ivy was occupied taking care of a small flowerpot of violets, Edward played chess with himself and Croc, well, Croc was currently using his claw as a toothpick to get rid of the remains of his dinner.

Jonathan relaxed on the couch that he had the luxury of having only for himself for once. He had tried to bury himself in a book but couldn’t concentrate on reading – something was on his mind ever since Mad Hatter had disappeared half a week ago. It was this tiny, little voice again, telling him to put the book aside and turn on the TV instead.

Slightly irritated by his own decision, he did as his intuition had told him to. The evening news was about to end and an interview with some philanthropist politician was about to start right after commercials.

When the show began, the fat, jovial host greeted his enthusiastic audience, gaining some applause in return, then he introduced the main guest of the evening, David Colton – Jonathan recognized the guy – it was the same politician who had been talking about the importance of charity just a week ago on the news.

Colton looked a bit stiff, smiling unnaturally wide. As the applause died out and the first question was asked, he didn’t move for a good few seconds, as if he didn’t even hear it. Jonathan couldn’t shake off the impression that the man was either on some medications or very, very stressed.

“David?” The host tried again as the uncomfortable silence dragged for too long. “Will you tell us about your foundation? We are all dying to know more.”

“No, Sam,” said Colton with a strangled voice, his face still kind of strange – more like a mask with a very fake smile and a dead look in his eyes. “First, I want to talk about my teenage years.”

“OK, let’s hear your story,” the host agreed, happily, probably determined to get anything at all from his non-cooperative guest. “I’ve heard you were an overachiever. A football player, a class president and even a prom king. Isn’t that right, David?”

“No. I was a selfish bastard who tormented less popular kids. I called them unfair names, put them in a locker, and made other boys beat them up just for a sake of it.”

The audience gasped at this confession. The host’s jaw dropped for a good five seconds.

Jonathan smiled to himself, satisfied that his intuition had not failed him.

“I was a popular kid so I never took the blame for my misbehavior,” Colton continued with a very calm and steady voice, his face showing no emotion. When the camera took a closeup on him, Jonathan noticed a tiny little detail – a 10/6 card sticking out of his boutonnière.

“I never cared for others' wellbeing either, this charity-thing is just for show. I only care for the fame and attention. In fact, you may say I’m not even a human being. I’m an ugly, stinking, lying chimpanzee.”

As soon as Colton finished his last line, an inhuman howl escaped his mouth. The audience screamed in terror. Colton suddenly jumped onto a couch he previously sat on, and he started to act like a real monkey.

Sam – the host – went utterly speechless, he jumped up from his own seat and just stood there, stunned.

Colton, screeching and howling like a mad chimpanzee, grabbed a glass of water from the tabletop and threw it at the host.

“Help, somebody help!” the poor host started screaming.

Meanwhile, Colton was jumping up and down on a couch, making “Ooh, aah!” sounds.

Before the security managed to catch him, Colton already had taken off his pants and his white, hairy ass was revealed for all of Gotham to see.

After that, the show was hurriedly cut off and the weather forecast started.

Professor Crane didn’t even notice that all the other rogues had joined him on the couch, and were now staring at the TV like a bunch of little kids watching their favorite cartoon.

“Well, that was definitely one way to destroy someone’s political career,” Nygma commented with a hint of amusement.

“A few more minutes and he would have started throwing his own poo,” Ivy added with a disgusted frown.

“Poo,” Crock giggled like a five-year-old and everyone else had to roll their eyes. “I like monkeys, monkeys are so stupid.”

“Well, actually, chimpanzees are…”

“Oh, shut up, Nygma!” Both Ivy and Crane growled as one and Edward went quiet.

“Anyway, Tetch should be back with us any minute now,” Pamela concluded with all certainty. “I hope his little revenge was worth a punch in the teeth from the Bat and getting dragged back to Arkham.”

Professor Crane didn’t say a word but he knew from an experience that yes, it was totally worth it.

#Jonathan Crane #scarecrow #Batman TAS #batman fanfiction #Jervis Tetch #the mad hatter #madhatter #bullying #revange #fanfiction #My Story #Bat-mania #temarcia #Batman animated series

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all-that-jazz-93 · 3 years

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American Dragon Timeline

I’ve been trying for a while now to figure out the timeline of this show, because it makes no sense in the order that Disney Channel originally aired the episodes. It also makes no sense in the episode list on Jeff Goode’s website, which he claims to be the proper chronology of events.

I had to come up with a few convoluted headcanons to make this work, but I think I’ve finally pieced together a coherent timeline (note that for a lot of the filler episodes, it doesn’t actually matter that much when they take place, I was just trying to stick as close to Jeff Goode’s chronology as possible.)

September 2004

Old School Training

It’s implied in this episode that Jake got his dragon powers very recently. They don’t say how recently, but given how new the whole thing is to him, I’d say it’s probably only been about a week or two.

Here’s where we come up against our first issue with canon. In The Legend of Dragon Tooth, Jake says he got his dragon powers when he turned 13, and in Shapeshifter, he says he’s a Pisces, which means his birthday would be in late February, or March. There’s no way the timeline makes sense if that’s the case, so my headcanon is that Jake is just like…really bad at astrology, and he somehow confused Pisces with another star sign.

We also have the issue of how far behind he seems to be in school (he’s 14 in early season 2, but still in 7th grade). So, two more headcanons to explain that. Number one, Jake’s birthday is actually sometime in early September, so he missed the cutoff to go to kindergarten when he was 5, and had to wait until he was 6, placing him a year behind (some places don’t allow kids to start kindergarten if they turn 5 after September 1st. I knew a boy in my old youth group who was almost a year older than everyone else in our grade, because he had an October birthday). Number two, at some point in elementary school, Jake was held back a grade. So the first episode takes place shortly after Jake’s 13th birthday, at the beginning of his sixth grade year.

Since Trixie and Spud are supposed to be the same age as him, that would mean they must’ve both been held back at some point as well (that especially makes sense for Spud—anyone who’s purposely failed as many tests as he has would almost definitely have to repeat a grade).

This would also make Rose younger than them. She’s very bright, and she seems like a good student, so it’s unlikely she was ever held back. But we don’t want her to be too much younger than them, so I’ll headcanon that she also has a birthday in early September, making her a year younger than Jake. If that’s the case, she’d be 12 in season one, and 13/14 in season 2.

Adventures in Trollsitting/Fu Dog Takes a Walk

The dogcatcher says that it’s September.

September/October 2004

Shapeshifter Dragon Breath The Legend of Dragon Tooth The Talented Mr. Long Professor Rotwood’s Thesis Act 4, Scene 15 The Long Weekend Body Guard Duty Dragon Summit

This episode has to take place after Shapeshifter, Dragon Breath, and Professor Rotwood’s Thesis, since the Dragon Council makes references back to Jake’s actions in all of those episodes. It also has to take place before The Halloween Bash, which places it sometime in September or October.

October 2004

The Halloween Bash

Jeff Goode’s website lists this episode as taking place between Ski Trip and The Hunted, but there’s no way that’s possible, because Ski Trip takes place close to Valentine’s Day, and The Hunted takes place during the Equinox (they don’t specify which Equinox, but it would have to be the one in September; it’s the only way the timeline makes any sense, even with the generous liberties I’m taking with these headcanons). So The Halloween Bash has to take place before Ski Trip. No one in this episode makes any reference to knowing Rose’s identity, so it works out just fine.

February 2005

The Ski Trip

Valentine’s Day was actually on a Monday in 2005, so presumably this episode takes place the weekend of February 11-13.

March 2005

The Egg/The Heist

Easter was on March 27 in 2005. This is how I know The Hunted takes place during the Autumnal Equinox; Rose was still in the city during Easter weekend, a week after the Vernal Equinox.

Eye of the Beholder Ring Around the Dragon Jake Takes the Cake

May 2005

Fu and Tell/Flight of the Unicorn

Flight of the Unicorn takes place on Memorial Day, which was May 30th that year

May/June (or September) 2005

Keeping Shop

Hong Kong Nights

I know Jeff Goode’s website says this is the last episode of season one, but I absolutely cannot accept any episode besides The Hunted as the season finale, so I’m just gonna recognize that the council has made a decision, but elect to ignore it.

September 2005

The Hunted

The Autumnal Equinox in 2005 was on September 22

Late November/Early December 2005

Half Baked

Jake says it’s been three months since Rose left. It couldn’t be exactly three months, because that would place this episode in late December, and school would be out for the holidays. So presumably it’s late November or early December, and Jake is rounding up when he says three months.

The Academy

This one would pretty much have to take place very soon after Half Baked, like within a week or two.

Late December 2005

Breakout

This episode establishes that 88 and 89 are in the city working as apprentices to the Huntsman, so it has to take place before the Christmas episode, which they also appear in.

Hairy Christmas

January/February 2006

(Most of these don’t actually have to take place in January or February, aside from Dreamscape and Fool’s Gold. The rest could be pretty much any time during Jake’s 7th grade year. I’m just trying to stick to Jeff Goode’s chronology, and keep at least some of the episodes in the order he listed.)

Hero of the Hourglass Bring It On Family Business Something Fishy This Way Comes The Doppelganger Gang Dreamscape Fool's Gold

February 2006

The Love Cruise

They never explicitly say it’s Valentine’s Day, but the whole concept of the Love Cruise seems like something a school would do for Valentine’s Day. Also adds an extra layer of heartbreak, because it means Jake and Rose’s breakup happened on the one-year anniversary of Jake finding out Rose was Huntsgirl. Ouch. February has not been kind to Jake.

On the other hand, I’d prefer to headcanon that Jake and Rose got to spend the whole summer together before their breakup, going on dream dates every night and not having to set their alarms for school in the morning (can we just let them be happy for a little while? PLEASE?!?!?!?), so maybe the Love Cruise wasn’t on Valentine’s Day, and instead was just some random school event at the beginning of their 8th grade year.

May 2006

Feeding Frenzy

They spend three days visiting Jake’s family, so it’s either Memorial Day weekend, spring break, or summertime. Most likely Memorial Day or spring break, since Jake says in this episode that he’s been the American Dragon for a year and a half.

May/June 2006

A Befuddled Mind The Rotwood Files Haley Gone Wild Switcheroo

This one takes place after The Love Cruise, because Jake and Rose’s recent breakup is a minor plot point, so it only takes place at this point if we headcanon Love Cruise taking place in February.

Young At Heart

I know this is supposed to be a later episode, but going by this timeline, Jake would be 15 for most of his 8th grade year, and in this episode Jake, Trixie, and Spud talk about being 14, so it has to take place during 7th grade

Summer between 7th and 8th grade

A Ghost Story

Late September/Early October 2006

Homecoming

I never went to public school (I was unfortunately homeschooled), but it’s my understanding that middle schools don’t do Homecoming. So my headcanon is that it was actually just a junior high prom or something, but a few students on the planning committee approached Sun Park and begged her to let them model it after the Homecoming dances at their older siblings’ high schools. Sun was delighted by their enthusiasm, so of course she agreed.

Any time during their 8th grade year

Supernatural Tuesday Siren Says Shaggy Frog Nobody's Fu Game On Bite Father, Bite Son Magic Enemy #1

February 2007

Year of the Jake

Chinese New Year was on February 18th in 2007

March 2007

Furious Jealousy

Trixie and Spud put together a Daylight Savings themed school event, so this episode takes place either in October of 06 or March of 07. We’ll go with March because it’s closer to the end of the series.

June 2007

Being Human

Haley and Gramps both say in this episode that Jake is 14, but he would actually be 15 by this point (even if my whole timeline is wrong and he actually is a Pisces, he still would’ve had his 15th birthday already). Presumably the writers just weren’t paying close enough attention to their established timeline, but the in-universe explanation is…sometimes family members forget your age; my best friend keeps saying her youngest sister is 15, when in fact her sister is turning 17 this year. Sometimes you lose track.

Summer after 8th grade

The Hong Kong Longs

Presumably this episode takes place around July or August, which means Jake and his friends would be almost 16 by this point (and Rose would be almost 15, assuming my headcanon about her being a year younger than them is accurate).

#no i didn't spend three hours on this what are you talking about #american dragon: jake long #american dragon jake long #ad:jl #adjl #jake long #trixie carter #arthur spudinski #rose adjl #adjl rose #haley long #lao shi #sun park

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Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do- Part II

Based on “Skippy’s List,” I have continued “A List of Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do.” I hope you enjoy it. The original can be found here:

https://thelordofdarkreunion.tumblr.com/post/637424500291600384/a-list-of-things-the-scoundrels-are-no-longer

The group known as the Magnificent Scoundrels has gotten a bit out of hand. This list was compiled by Admiral Hackett of the Systems Alliance, Admiral Kelly of the GA, Fleet Admiral Hood of the UNSC, Inquisitor Vail of the Holy Inquisition, Commander Briggs of the Frontier Militia, Princess Leia of the New Republic, and Director Fury of SHIELD in order to curb the Scoundrels’ more dangerous or inappropriate behaviors. These rules apply to all Scoundrels and their teams/crews.

207. Expended ammunition is not a business expense.

208. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to call requesions officers or quartermasters “sugar daddy.”

209. There is no “anti-Shepard conspiracy” within the Scoundrels’ fleet. That’s the Citadel Council’s thing.

210. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to adopt dogs to “sic on the brass.”

211. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to pay Revenant to kill people they don’t like.

212. None of the Scoundrels are The Chosen One. That was Anakin Skywalker.

213. It is wrong to fire warning shots at drivers who do not recognize your right of way.

214. Reading is not “for officers only.”

215. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to ask anyone who outranks them if they’ve been smoking crack.

216. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn their starship command rooms into throne rooms. Especially with tacky carpets.

217. We are not making clones out of any of you. You are all hard enough to deal with as is.

218. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal any massive, mobile space stations or star fortresses, which include but are not limited to:

- The Rock

-The Phalanx

-The Citadel

-High Charity

-Cloud City

219. Thomas Drake is not allowed to crash economies “because it’s fun.”

220. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to assign nicknames to anyone.

221. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make chain guns that fire miniature nukes

222. The weapons specialists of the Apocalypse are no longer allowed to collaborate with the engineers of the Normandy or Enterprise, and Quill is to give up the nuke chain gun.

[I will not! How can you stop me? I have a chain gun that fires nukes!]

223. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to wake up superior officers with cymbals

224. Napalm Sticks to Kids is not a motivational song.

225. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to quote bastardized versions of Dr. Seuss rhymes on military operations.

226. Command decisions do not need to be ratified by a ⅔ majority.

227. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to line their helmets with tin foil to “block out the space mind control lasers.”

228. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start any SITREP (Situation Report) with “I recently had an experience I just had to write you about…”

229. Do not attempt to take the gas masks off of Death Korps troopers.

230. Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are “casualties of war.”

231. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mock command decisions in front of the press.

232. You should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks you. Especially if they’re in earshot.

233. You cannot arrest children for being rude.

234. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create new, made-up government forms, then insist they be filled out.

235. No one is allowed to perform “lap dances” in uniform.

236. Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.

237. Cain is technically allowed to kill any of you if he finds reason to, so stop pissing him off.

238. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to defect to other military service branches during training missions.

239. Your race is not “other” on official documents.

240. There is no Scoundrels ethics committee. And if there was, Thomas Drake would not be chairman.

241. Chainsaws are not the answer to every question. Nor is “more chainsaws.” Or “chainsaw cannons.” Except for that one time, and yes, it was awesome.

242. Stop posting classified information on social media.

243. Adam Vir is no longer allowed to play “Hippocratic Oath chicken” with Dr. Kril.

244. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to cook nerve gas in the sink.

245. There is no “annoy” setting on a phaser.

246. A wet towel is not an improvised weapon. Unless you’re Master Chief. There’s a reason the Covenant calls him “The Demon.”

247. I know you all have passes, but if the gun can’t fit through the x-ray machine, it doesn’t go on the plane.

248. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download Internet Explorer into the Geth hivemind or the Martian noosphere.

249. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to demand payment in liquor, backrubs, or bubble wrap.

250. Any Exterminatus-grade weapon is not “my little friend.”

251. Airlocks do not double as waste disposals.

252. No member of the Scoundrels or their crews are a pagan god or goddess of fertility.

253. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to learn profanities in any language that can bend reality.

254. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal their own souls.

255. There is not a Space Marine Chapter whose heraldry is a smiley face.

256. The following weapons are no longer allowed as dueling choices: steamrollers, nerve gas, land mines, or heavy artillery.

257. Shepard is no longer allowed to drive or pilot anything.

258. Han Solo is no longer allowed to attempt any piloting maneuver in which the original inventor was killed doing.

259. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play The Only Thing They Fear is You every time a super soldier enters the battlefield.

260. In formal introductions to nobility, you are not allowed to introduce your companions as “the other guys.”

261. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to monologue.

262. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to do anything that would make a Sith Lord cry.

263. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to get telepaths to hurry up the speeches of long winded politicians.

264. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hand over annoying reporters to any organization that could be considered a theocracy.

265. If a black op requires you to impersonate an employee, you are not allowed to bill the target for overtime.

266. By definition, chaplains cannot be atheist.

267. The proper response to the question “Why?” is not “Why not?”

268. It is assumed that a properly trained Titan Pilot knows what at least one of the buttons in the Titan’s cockpit does, and it is wrong for Cooper to pretend otherwise.

269. At the end of a high profile assassination mission, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play disco music on the target’s phone.

270. The Scoundrels cannot hear the soundtrack.

271. Thermonuclear hand grenades do not exist, and the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try and make them.

272. I assure all of the Scoundrels with absolute certainty that Ralph is not a traditional Japanese name.

273. None of the Scoundrels are from Margaritaville.

274. Hawaiian shirts are not part of any of our governments’ formal uniforms.

275. Master Chief is not allowed to record Gravemind ASMR.

276. The Scoundrels are not allowed to write tell-all books about anything.

277. “Legends never die!” is not a valid excuse.

278. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to think of new, creative, or fun uses for cursed artifacts.

279. Check the door means listen to see if there’s any activity on the other side, not put multiple rounds through it.

280. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give wasabi to unsuspecting aliens.

281. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to do anything they saw Jackie Chan do.

282. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to implement any battle plan that includes the words “and hope they miss a lot.”

283. There is an upper limit to the number of people a bullet can go through.

284. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to unionize the Unggoy.

285. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hack forge world PA systems so they only play Allentown.

286. Sarcasm is wasted on Imperial Stormtroopers.

287. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to upload porn to the HUDs of their commanding officers.

288. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download porn from the HUDs of their commanding officers.

289. No matter how tough the battle, the Scoundrels are to keep the congratulatory ass-slapping to a minimum.

290. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to invade Germany on August 31, 1939 and thus secure Belgian dominion over Europe.

291. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to Tokyo drift tanks

292. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to “catch air” in military vehicles.

293. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send anything to the past, future, or alternate dimensions.

294. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mount speakers on tanks to play Ghost Division as they drive into battle.

295. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to post memetic hazards on the internet.

296. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to bind eldritch dieties to their will and make them mow the lawn.

297. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to load weapons with all tracer rounds

298. If your personal weapon can be read with a Geiger counter, you aren’t allowed to have it.

299. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn Khornite daemon worlds into self supporting blood banks.

300. “Pimp my Death Star” is not a real show, and we are not bringing Grand Moff Tarkin back from the dead to host it.

301. Prussian Glory March is not a disco song.

302. We know that Shepard was brought back from the dead by Cerberus, but no matter how high profile or how close a friend, the Scoundrels are not allowed to ask Cerberus, the Adeptus Mechanicus, or, god forbid, Fabius Bile to bring anyone or anything back from the dead.

303. Any weapon that can be set to “flay” is strictly forbidden.

304. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sing the Oompa Loompa song every time someone annoying dies.

305. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to store squeeze tubes of explosive putty in medicine cabinets.

306. On most planets, shoulder holsters are frowned upon as casual attire.

307. Zero body count does not mean just the ones they can find.

308. Walmart is not a one stop shopping place for hunting demons.

309. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play football/soccer with AT-ST or Sentinel walkers.

310. None of you are currently parents, but if you ever become one, Trazyn the Infinite is not to be named your child’s godfather.

311. You know what, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to name any of the following as godparents of any potential children:

-The God-Emperor of Mankind

- Emperor Palpatine

- Councilor Sparatus

- Leman Russ [Bjorn said it was OK so fuck you.]

- Kahless the Unforgettable

- Kuben Blisk

- Kharn the Betrayer

312. Searching a building means entering it, not leveling it with artillery and digging through the rubble.

313. FedEx does not deliver to Tatooine.

314. None of the Scoundrels are allowed to single-handedly make Starfleet Academy the number one party school in the universe.

315. Covering fire does not include nuclear weapons.

316. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to challenge anyone to a dance-off to the death.

317. Kirk, rifts in the time-space continuum are not for your personal amusement.

318. Blowing up the top twenty floors of a building is not a “diversion.”

319. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to convince Sith Lords to use Force lighting on their welding projects.

320. Canadian is not a real language, and you can’t set your translators to it.

321. There is no such thing as a were-saxophonist.

322. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell new personnel that starship windows can be rolled down.

323. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start wars between major weapons corporations, especially “because I’m bored.”

324. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to clear enemy underground bunker complexes just using Bangalore torpedoes.

325. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to order a lance of Imperial Knights to perform synchronized dance numbers.

326. The Scoundrels are to leave out human mating rituals when presenting cultural exchanges to alien ambassadors.

327. When raiding enemy corporations or terrorist organizations, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to look at the target’s HR files to see if they have better benefits.

328. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to collect autographs.

329. Any buttocks belonging to the Scoundrels or any of their crews are permanently forbidden from making contact with any copy machine.

330. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go FTL to avoid red lights.

331. “Just throw them out the airlock” is not a backup first contact protocol.

332. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the Enterprise’s transporters to fill enemy starships with jello.

333. None of the Scoundrels are the patron saints of large explosions.

334. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make, accept, or take rake-offs on bets concerning X-class end-of-the-universe scenarios.

335. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go on PA systems and announce they just won The Game. Goddammit.

336. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to trick Captain Marvel and Cato Sicarius any superheroes or super soldiers they deem “annoying” into fighting each other.

337. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell tickets to or organize cage matches between prominent super soldiers.

338. Lockpicking and door breaching are two entirely different things.

339. Performing obscene acts while in the cockpit of or piloting large combat mechs is strictly prohibited.

340. Freeing slaves out of justice is good. Out of spite, not so much.

341. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to compose offensive emails during stealth operations on the target CEO’s email and subsequently CC the entire company.

342. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to recreate the Charge of the Light Brigade with the Death Riders of Krieg.

343. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use telepaths to get out of speeding tickets.

344. The state-controlled news service of the Imperium of Man most definitely does not have a liberal bias.

345. Likewise, the state-controlled news service of the United Federation of Planets does not have a conservative bias.

346. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to kidnap Ewoks or Volus and put them in hamster wheels.

347. Adam Vir is to, by order of Supreme Grand Master Azrael of the Dark Angels, return the Watchers in the Dark he took from The Rock as pets.

348. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to spend the entirety of their bonus pay on lottery tickets.

349. The very concept of a Hutt lap dancer will earn a surprise visit from the Deathwatch.

350. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use grenade launchers to play bocce ball.

351. If you are unsure of which side of the road you are supposed to drive on, the middle of the road is not a healthy compromise.

352. No matter how cool it would be, the Scoundrels are not allowed to use any time machine to loan General Eisenhower a squadron of X-wings for D-Day.

353. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to program medical droids for “aggressive dentistry.”

354. The Scoundrels are to stop trying to get a reality TV show based on themselves.

355. Garrus Valkarian is not “on loan” to the Vindicare Temple to improve either his or their sniping skills.

356. Pointing out a massive plothole in any bad guy’s plan will not stop them from attacking you.

357. Preliminary nuclear bombardment is not automatically Plan A.

358. Maverick and Tope are not tax exempt for being chaplains.

359. Thomas Drake is to stop teaching classes to the rest of the Scoundrels on tax evasion.

360. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refit tanks with jump jets.

361. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create their own currencies.

362. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to set Jawas on fire with a massive magnifying glass.

363. The Stanley Cup does not have the same power as the Holy Grail. Not even on Canadians.

364. The Scoundrels are not allowed to steal the Stanley Cup.

365. The Eldar really hate it when you greet them with “Live long and prosper.”

366. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give pre-teen children their phone numbers, especially when they are on black ops.

367. You cannot partake in the sport of fencing with a broadsword.

368. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to switch nationalities or service branches for tax purposes.

369. None of the Scoundrels are “He who must not be named only in passing.”

370. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to shoot at natural disasters.

Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you would like to add to the list, feel free!

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Dracula and Brasovians. Part 4. How Dracula "hijacked" people from Transylvania Original in Russian:http://samlib.ru/.../dracula_ziznvzrosl_1456_1462_brasov4... Annotation: Dracula's letter of May 18, 1458 is greatly deprived of the attention of researchers, but we will consider it, because it refutes the long-held myth that the Transylvanian Germans did not even want to stick their nose into Romania while Dracula ruled there, and if they ended up in Romania, then only at the most extreme necessity or under duress. UPD: A photo of the letter has appeared in the article. We find stories about the endless dangers that the Transylvanian Germans faced in Romania in pamphlets and anecdotes. But all this does not reflect the reality, or rather, it is exaggerated at times. Of course, when I say that the Transylvanian residents were safe in Romania, I do not mean any crooks, malicious defaulters of duties, etc. I mean honest people. Let us also recall Dracula's oath promise, made in September 1456, not to arrest on his territory those who are recognized as criminals in the Brasov lands - the main thing is that these people do not do anything in Romania itself. The letter we are considering, dated May 18, 1458, where Dracula asks to send him the Brasov masters, is also peaceful. And yet, as we see from the letter, the residents of Brasov, having already agreed to go to work in Romania, doubted the correctness of their decision until the last minute. What if ... We can judge the moods of people based on the words of Dracula, which he addresses to the head of the city: "Your friends, whose ancestors were friends with our ancestors, we ask that, if necessary, the masters, for the velites from our side, they (i.e. friends) would act as guarantors. " How is this text to be understood? First of all, it should be clarified that the Romanian "velites" in this case are not a military unit, but the guards that accompanied the craftsmen from Brasov to Targovishte, because something could have happened along the way, and the blame for this would have been blamed on the Romanians. Dracula did not need this at all, and it was not for this that he negotiated for so long that in the end he did not wait for the masters, because they were attacked by robbers. Better to be on the safe side. So imagine a picture - masters gathered with their belongings on the main square of Brasov, ready to go to Romania, and a detachment of some armed people is waiting for everyone on the square. Of course, the masters start to get a little worried: - Ouch! Convoy! What will happen to us now? And here, at the request of Dracula, the authoritative people of the city should appear and tell the masters: - Things are good. Nobody will offend you. Our people have already gone to Targovishte before you and returned safely, with money. The authoritative people of the city, as follows from the context of the letter, are the members of the city council - the judge and 12 jurors. Dracula calls them simply "friends" of the mayor, but their position is easily guessed. These people, as we will see a little later, not only controlled the dispatch of the masters, but also determined which of the masters to release to Romania, and it was the judge and the jury that had such powers. Medieval visa to Romania For some reason, the Middle Ages is considered the time of open borders. Many people think that during that period, if a person did not have debts or other obligations, he could go wherever he wanted. But no! Not everyone and not always could afford it, especially in a medieval city. After all, a medieval city is a secure facility, the gates of which open at sunrise and close at sunset. If a person lives in a city, but did not have time to return there before the evening, then he sleeps outside. In addition, it was not supposed to walk even inside the city at night. Guards walked the streets and made sure that everyone sat at home, and if someone decided to go somewhere in the dark, he did it at his own peril and risk. Such a reveler could be detained and put

in jail until it turns out who he is, and until witnesses confirm that he had no criminal intentions. In addition, not everyone who wanted it was allowed to live permanently in the city. To live in the city, we had to either own real estate, or get a job for a citizen of the city, or serve the city itself - for example, as a soldier. When the war broke out, everyone who was not a citizen and did not work for hire was driven out of the gate. An exception was made only for young women, beggars, as well as for members of various religious societies and monastic orders, who would swear that they would not bring any harm to the city, but only continuous benefit. Anyone who does not want to swear - get out! Finally, if a citizen left the city limits for a long time, he had to notify the authorities where and why he was going. Otherwise, upon his return, he could not be allowed back and began to ask unpleasant questions. Say, what were you doing that, what could you not tell us about? Or are you an enemy spy? Presumptions of innocence In the Middle Ages, there was no reality - a person had to prove that he was not an enemy to his city. In fact, this meant that the craftsmen in Brasov, who wanted to go to work in Romania, had to appear in the city council and declare their desire, and the council - a judge and 12 jurors - decided whether to grant this request. That is why Dracula, in his letter dated May 18, 1458, knowing full well the rules, writes to the head of the city that he is waiting for those masters who "seem suitable" to the city council. For the same reason, on the back of Dracula's letter, we find 4 columns with names. The columns appeared after the letter arrived in Brasov. This entry was made not by Dracula's office, but by the Brasov office. These are the names of the very masters who were allowed to leave Brasov for a while. All of them were registered in order to check later on the list to see if they all returned. Luxurious salaries But what prompted the people of Brasov to go to work in Romania, if the upcoming trip inspired them with apprehension, and if leaving the city was hampered by various bureaucratic procedures? Dracula's letter has an answer to this question. Brasovian was attracted by the high salary! In Romania, they received twice as much as they received from themselves. Twice! Dracula did not pay like that on a whim, especially since, as we saw in another letter, he had problems with cash. Unfortunately, high salaries were the only way to get good specialists. Think for yourself - why should craftsmen go to distant lands in order to receive the same money that can be earned in Brasov. If Dracula paid as much as they paid there, then no one would go to Romania, or bad masters who could not find a job in Transylvania would go. Bad masters Dracula, of course, was of no use, so he had to fork out. And it had nothing to do with Dracula's reputation. The double pay was not compensation for work in conditions of increased danger - they paid precisely for the fact that one had to go to another country and live apart from the family. If there were another sovereign in the place of Dracula, he would also pay the Brasovians twice. Of course, even in this situation, not only good masters could come to Dracula, but also those who know their business poorly. No one is immune from bad workers. No recommendation can give a complete guarantee. Even the city council of Brasov could not know all the craftsmen of the city. So, only personal experience of cooperation was a reliable guarantee! The only thing Dracula could do to weed out the crooked-handed people was to observe the work of everyone hired for the first few days, and if the master is bad, he can be sent home. "He drove everyone to the Wallachian land" It is noteworthy that in Dracula's letter it is emphasized in every possible way - he used the services of invited masters more than once. Firstly, Dracula himself writes: "I fully and honestly paid the remuneration for the work of those (who previously worked for me), and also allowed

(the former workers) to return peacefully and freely and let them go." This is a kind of guarantee to new masters that nothing will happen to them, as with the previous group. Secondly, the letter intentionally uses words that indicate that something similar has already taken place before. Speaking of double salary, Dracula writes not just "receive", but "receive again." When the date is indicated, it is written that the year is not just 1458, but "the same 1458". As if this year the Brasovians had already received similar correspondence on the topic of masters, and Dracula unobtrusively reminds his addressee of this. Everything in Dracula's letter indicates that staying in Romania brought continuous benefits to the people of Brasov, but this is not the picture at all in the famous poem by Michael Beheim "About the villain ...". In particular, it says that a large number of residents of the Brasov lands (the province of Byrsa, which is called Wurzenland in the poem) were taken by Dracula to Romania (in the Wallachian region). Wurzenland was punished so as if everyone there was an enemy and all the people are surplus. Those that survived he ordered to chain in chains, and son, and father, and mother, so as not to try to hide. He drove everyone to the Wallachian land, killed many on the way, no matter how poor people cried, but Dracul did not spare the poor, while also ordered impale the rich. (Quoted from the translation of V. Mikushevich, published in 2007 by the Enigma publishing house in the appendix to the novel by B. Stoker "Dracula"). This episode seems to refer to Dracula's campaign in Transylvania, which took place in the spring of 1457, but no hijacking of people at that time could take place, since Dracula, having ruined the vicinity of Brasov, immediately sent he went to Moldova to win the Moldavian throne for his friend Stefan. That is, having "punished" Brasov, Dracula went by no means to Romania, as Beyham writes, so he could not drive any people, and even in chains, with him. They would have to be driven across all of Moldova. What for? Beheim clearly added this story of the theft to the story of the campaign, simply because he had to, by the way. And I think that initially this "hijacking" did not refer to 1457, but to 1458, when Dracula's letter about hiring craftsmen was written. We cannot ignore Beheim's story, although we understand that Romanians are not Turks in order to drive people into slavery. However, there is no smoke without fire, and the story of the theft must be based on something. The only logical explanation that suggests itself is precisely related to the hiring of craftsmen, who were transported under guard from Brasov to Targovishte. I think the hired craftsmen eventually "turned" into hijacked, because the Brasovians did not come up with anything better than to blame everything on Dracula, when they had to justify their actions in front of the Hungarian king Matthias. Let me remind you that the powerful Hungarian clan Hunyadi constantly ordered the Brasovians to stop cooperating with Dracula and to help obtain the Romanian throne for the challenger Dan, but the Brasovians did not stop cooperation with Dracula - it’s profitable! And now rumors that the people of Brasov, despite everything, are friends with Dracula, reached the ears of the Hungarian king Matthias, another Hunyadi, who received power in Hungary. He ascended the throne in January 1458, and then events could develop as follows: Matthias: Gentlemen of Brasov, why didn't you fulfill the will of my late brother Laszlo? Brasovians: Didn't you? M.: He told you to support Dana against Dracula, but you do not help Dana, and besides, you have established friendship with Dracula, you give him masters. B: Eh .... Your Majesty has the wrong information. M: Really? B .: We help Dan as much as possible ... uh ... it's just that now there is little opportunity, times are difficult. M .: But you provide the masters to Dracula! B: Uh ... no, Your Majesty. M.: Why not, when I know that Dracula got them. B: Eh ... and these

masters did not leave of their own free will. Eh ... they were taken away by force ... Dracula's warriors came, grabbed our people and drove them to Dracula over the mountains. This was probably done on the orders of Dracula, and we are so worried because we do not know if our people are alive and if they will ever return home. Oh, poor we are unfortunate! Oh, the villain Dracula! M .: Was it really so? B .: Yes, ask anyone, and they will tell you that our people were being escorted! This is how, I think, German stories about Dracula's "atrocities" were born. And now a few words about those whom Dracula "drove away" to his lands. A little about the Brasov masters ... the secrets of the names As mentioned above, the names of the people who went to serve Dracula in May 1458 are known to us, because were written on the back of Dracula's letter. A complete list of names will be at the very end of the article - where the original Latin version of the document we are considering is presented. And here I will write only about a few people. We do not know anything other than the names and surnames of these masters, but even the surname can give some information if it is deciphered, which I tried to do. In this case, I do not pretend to any truth. All transcripts are rather shaky assumptions. The matter is greatly complicated by the fact that in those days there was not yet what we know as literary or "high" German. It began to form only in the 16th century. And we are considering the situation of the 15th century. There were no uniform rules of grammar at that time. In different regions of the German lands, people said who they were used to, and the German settlers in Transylvania did the same. That is why in the period we are considering, even the simplest and most familiar German words could look unusual in writing. And yet we will try to recognize these words. In the 2nd column there is Rod Peter - Rod Peter, in the 3rd column there is Rod Francz - Rod Franz, and in the 4th column there is Rod Hans - Rod Hans, but despite the common surname they are hardly related. Rather, all redheads, because in modern German there is a word Rot, meaning "red" or "redhead". Another interesting person recorded in the 2nd column of Medgisch Benedec is Medgisch Benedec. Moreover, there is the word Medisch. From modern German it is translated as "medical", and in Dutch (this language also belongs to the German group) it means "doctor". And there is also such a Feyer Lorencz - Feyer Lorenz. In German there is a word similar to his surname Freier. Freyer was called personally a free peasant, but dependent on the feudal lord as the holder of the land. In the 3rd column, there are people with a surname indicating the profession of a tanner. The Enders Leder man is mentioned there - Enders Leder. There is a clear connection with the German word Leder, meaning "skin". The same column contains the person Cirwes Lederer - Cirwes Lederer. His surname is identical to the word Lederer from the South German dialects, meaning "tanner of leather, tanner". This column also contains Smids Lorencz - Smids Lorenz. In Dutch, the word Smids means hammer. In the Upper German language (Saxony is just in the north) there are words Smit, Smid, Smidt, Smed, De Smet, meaning "blacksmith". In the 4th column, a person with a similar surname is mentioned. His name is Mennen Smed - Mennen Smed, but the similarity of surnames, as already mentioned, does not mean at all that there is a relationship. Rather, the commonality of the profession. Scheffbrast Hannes - Sheffbrast Hannes. His surname is split into two words. In German, der Chef is "boss", and the word Brust, among other things, means a face in a mine, that is, that dead end in an underground tunnel where miners are digging, moving further and further into the depths. It turns out that the surname means "head of the face". Finally, a person with a very common German surname is mentioned in the same column. Huffarte Clein - Huffart Klein, from the German word Klein meaning "small". * * * Well, now

Dracula's letter itself. It's small. My letter translation: (Words and expressions in parentheses are absent in the document itself, but added for better understanding of the meaning). Vlad, by the grace of God, the land of the Transalpine (i.e. Zagorsk) voivode. A prudent gentleman, a faithful friend, and therefore most valuable to us. Your friends *, whose ancestors were friends with our ancestors, we ask that, if it is necessary for the masters, they (i.e. friends) would act as guarantors for the velites from our side. We duly swear to your friends before God that I fully and honestly paid the remuneration for the work of those (who previously worked for me), and also allowed (the former workers) to return peacefully and freely and let them go. Let those (masters) that your friends * seem to be suitable (for sending to me) receive twice again. Given in Gergits **, on the next Thursday before the Day of the Holy Spirit (i.e., May 18), the same year one thousand four hundred and fifty-eight. (The message is intended) for the prudent Mr. Gaspar (Kaspar), the ruler of the city *** of Brasov, our most valuable friend. ___________ * Judge and 12 jurors in the city council. ** The village of Gergitsa (Prahova county, Romania) is located about 10 km northeast of the Snagov monastery. *** The word "city" here is more accurately translated as a city-state, i.e. I mean not the territory within the city walls, but the whole land subordinated to Brasov - the whole land of Byrs. ________ The document itself looks like this (photo of a copy from a museum in Giurgiu, but the date on the plate is incorrect): Latin Text: Wlad, Dei gratia partium Transalpinarum wayvoda. Circumspecte vir, amice fidelisque noster carissime. Praesentium serie vestram amicitiam petimus quod si necesse fuerit artificibus, pro parte nosti fidejussor fore velitis; promittimus vestrae amicitiae fide nostra Deo debita mediante pretium laboris eorum plene et integre persolvi ac libere et pacifice remeari permittere et permitti facere, vestrae amicitiae complacentes duplo recuperare. Datum in Gherghyche, feria quinta proxima ante solempnitatem Spiritus Domini, anno eiusdem millesimo quadringentesimo quinquagesimo octavo. Circumspecto viro, Gaspari villico civitatis Brassoviensis, amico suo karissimo. On the back of the document there are 4 columns with names: 1. Dragmer ywan edem ... arhe (?) Peter Dobereczin Stoyan dragasch Mechel lucatsch Gregir Wayn mate 2. Rod peter Joannes Hans der Kerczin son (ie "son") * Flasbartt son (ie "son") * Blos daper Imre Michal Mutar ofil Mathe czyr Matis clos Czyp jansch Kusch frone Der antal Medgisch Benedec Peter Feyer Lorencz 3. Balencz gir frater suus - his brother (lat.) Osz Michl Enders leder Mathis Jacob Wyroch Han (s) Ropels Lorencz Cirwes Lederer Mihal lorencz Cleskes hans Cles der cleyn petri Jeckel Jacob Jacob weyd Rod Francz Smids lorencz 4. Gudbyn michel Nayds jacob Gellen son (ie "son") * Crush hans Henisch Hans Wy Czeycz Sigmed. Tosn Lorencz Kal Peter Rod hans Dilke Peter Mennen smed Sale Matras Bads hintz Tulen kirschin Scheffbrast Hannes Huffarte clein Endres huter

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RWBY meets the MCU

Yang:*Breaks into Raven’s camp*

Weiss: YESSSS! We know eachother! She’s a friend from School!

Raven: I have to get out of this Kingdom.

Ren: Nora, stop! Just for once in your life: DON’T. SMASH.

Nora: Big monster!

Clover: The city is exploding, we’re fighting an army of Grimm, and I have a fishing rod. None of this makes sense.

Ironwood: *about Oscar* Gods Qrow, how old is this kid?

Qrow: I don’t know, I didn’t carbon date him. He’s on the young side.

Harriet: *after ambushing Blake* You didn’t see that coming?

Jacques: Listen to me! You are a Schnee! If you turn your back on me, you’ll be just like everybody else.

Weiss: What's so wrong with that?

Qrow: *about Raven* There was one time when we were children, she... she transformed herself into a bird, and she knows that I love birds. So I went to pick up the bird to admire it, and she transformed back into herself and she was like, "YEAH, IT'S ME!", and she stabbed me. We were eight....at the time.

Ruby: The longer Salem's in Remnant, the more powerful she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now.

Blake: So what do we do?

Yang: I'm not doing "Get Help".

Marrow: his people are completely literal, metaphors are going to go right over his head.

Vine: Nothing gets over my head. My Extendable Arms Semblance is too fast, I would catch it.

Harriet: I’m going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in Remnant.

Mercury: Whoa! Whoa. There must be some kind of peaceful resolution to this, fellas... or even a violent one where I'm standing over there.

Watts: Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Council of Salem. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now i...

Yang: I'm sorry! Atlas is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.

Ruby: I get the first crack at Cinder. I'm the one she's waiting for.

Penny: *Walks by* That’s true. She does hate you the most.

Oscar: Ozpin. Oz, I know you like making your entrance at the last second, well, this is it, man. This is the last *last* second. Oz! Oz! OZPIN!

Ozpin: NOOOO!

Oscar: Oh, screw you, you old secret-keeping asshole! I'll do it myself!

Robyn: I recognize that the Atlesian Council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 1

pairings: kim seokjin x reader; jeon jungkook x reader

series rating: R (18+) | genre: historical drama au!; king seokjin! au; established relationship! au; royalty! au!;

warnings: non-graphic mentions of an abuse by Y/N’s stepmama; mentions of death; ANGST; horny ass jinnie and y/n; groping; unprotected sex bc condoms werent invented yet; fingering; edging if ya squint; impregnation kink; voyeurism; oral m and f receiving; slight degradation; good god i have never written this much filth in my life, brb gotta go to church;

word count: 6.3k

g/n: hEY HEY HEY BACK WITH THE SMUT YALL; anywho a few disclaimers before u read this sweetie, YES, its Jung Jungkook for a reason, you’ll see soon enough ;) also,,,, there might be a few korean words thrown in there but ya know context clues or u could search them up too if u want,,,, but i’ll also be placing them at the end of this post for ya <3 P.S. this is also going to turn into a series y’aLLLL GAHHHH

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 1

It’s with Seokjin’s relentless pounding from behind you that you figure that the council meeting probably didn’t go well today. You’ve discovered that times of intimacies like these were a way to relieve himself of the stresses of being a newly pronounced king. Not that you were complaining though.

His fingers find your clit with practiced ease, rubbing at sensitive nub with great fervor. Seokjin’s punishing thrusts become slower as you both reached your highs, his cock falling limp shortly after he pulls out of you. Reaching over to the nearby table, he grabs a towel and dips it on the bowl of water, wiping away traces of his climax between your thighs. He pulls up his pants previously bunched in his ankles and arranges the rest of his durumagi, removing any possible evidence of your quick fuck.

“Council meeting went bad?” you asked, rubbing at your numbing forearms due to your husband’s forceful movements against the table he’d fucked you against. Seokjin briefly throws a sheepish look your way, guessing you have finally figured out his nasty antics of de-stressing, but his beautiful face turns serious as he once again reminded of his responsibilities as king.

“Well with Minseok’s recent death, the dried-up lands in the far east, and an uprising rebellion in the south, I can’t say the meeting went particularly…peaceful,” Seokjin heaves a sigh and rests his hands on his knees.

Minseok was a trusted royal guard, serving Seokjin’s family for nearly all his life and had perished due to an attack during a visit to the southern city. While Minseok’s death caused a great loss in the palace, his blood symbolized the initial step towards an uprising, spurring on the southern troops even further.

With your back facing him, you felt remorseful as your hand subconsciously reaches for the south’s emblem given by your father, hidden beneath the thick collar of your hanbok – a harsh reminder that you were once from the southern palace – and yet you couldn’t do anything to help your king.

It was one thing being only half royalty and another being the only heir to the throne. After multiple tries, prayer movements, and endless offerings, the real queen of the south proved to be infertile and could not bear a child for the king. In the past however, a childless monarch proved to be an advantage to those who attempted to overthrow the throne. Hence your biological father, the king, decided that he needed to have an heir at once. However, the only other lady your dad would trust with such great feat is the head court lady, your mom, who became the king’s only concubine – ergo, your coming into this world.

Your father acknowledged you as his daughter the moment he heard your first cry as a newborn, much to the queen’s repressed opposition. She knew she had no other choice but to give in to your father’s recognition, but her display of hatred for you never stopped at your birth. Your life was an endless tale of narrow escapes from her atrocities.

On the bright side, you maintained a healthy relationship with your father, he taught you how to read and write, he showed you the ins and outs of the city, gave you your first archery lesson, and even taught you a thing or two about politics and diplomacy. You were well-founded for a girl your age, considering that women in your society were only perceived to be bearers of children and raisers of the young instead of hitting sack targets on a moving horse and being deployed on diplomatic affairs.

Life was almost perfect if it weren’t for your very promising antagonist of stepmother. The rest of the palace, your father included, regarded her as your stepmother, but she never came close to being a motherly figure in your life. Quite frankly, you knew she wanted you dead even before you grew a heart – probably the only reason why she wasn’t blessed with a child. The two-headed snake deserved it.

Unfortunately, you weren’t the only victim of her cruelty. As you grew up, you knew she was bound to get worse, it didn’t come as much of a shock when you heard of her plans to murder your father and your biological mother. What you didn’t expect though that the breakfast you’d shared with your father that morning was the last time you’ll ever see him.

You fled from the palace that night, bumping into Seokjin as you exited the gates of the palace. He recognizes your face from previous council meetings and have been acquainted with each other as members of royalty, but he’s never seen you in such a state of distress. Before he could ask you why you were running away from the palace at such hour, you mounted his horse and pleaded to him to take you anywhere else but your home – your previous home.

One look at your tear-stained face was all he needed and he turned his horse around, despite questioning looks he got from his guards. He had brought you back to the capital and took you in the palace. Soon friends turned to lovers and the rest is history.

Seokjin notices your silence and he’s come up from the edge of the bed to envelop you in his arms. “A frown isn’t fitting for a queen,” he takes your chin between his fingers and turns your face towards him. “What’s wrong, love?” he asks, confused by the frown drawn upon your face.

“I just…” you start off, but when your fingers find the cold metal of the necklace, you fall silent again. Seokjin sighs as he finally catches on your despondence and gives you a tighter hug and a fleeting kiss on the forehead.

For once in a long time, you felt like it was just the two of you again alone in the room, alone in the world. Just two lovers, no treacherous stepmothers, no responsibilities, no nation to take care of. Your mind races back to the memories of you sneaking out of the palace to your agreed rendezvous or walking to your secret garden to talk about your daily endeavors. Seokjin made this cruel world more bearable and you will always be eternally grateful for that. He would always shower you with the greatest support and understanding, fully aware of what you have been deprived of during your childhood.

Seokjin on one hand feels equally thankful to have you enter his life, to have you as his wife. He had always admired your knowledge in various things and he frequently shows fondness for your wit in a very remarkable way – like that one time he had brought you to a council meeting to share your ideas (a taboo in the culture – seeing as women weren’t cut in making political decisions) and called an advisor an imbecile for suggesting a huge increase in taxes when a fourth of the city was struggling with famine. Needless to say, Seokjin found the sight of you standing up to his advisors more than arousing so he had sent everyone home at once and two minutes after everyone had left, he already had you bent over his desk, fucking you into oblivion.

Your husband leaves shortly after taking a few scrolls from the shelves before inviting you to dinner, winking as he leaves your room, telling you that he has specially requested the kitchen to cook your favorite dish for dinner tonight. You take a bath during your husband’s absence, indulging yourself in a milk bath, while the servants scrub at your back and arms. As a child, the southern palace only afforded you cold baths with the heat in the south constantly unbearable but mainly because the queen was adamant on treating you badly. She’d made sure you regularly bathe in cold ones, even worse during the winter. You couldn’t keep count of the times you had to be rescued back to life by the court ladies after nearly shivering to death.

The servants take their leave as they’ve scrubbed most of the expanse of skin you’ve exposed for them to exfoliate and you sink further into the pool, a variety of petals floating around and about as you create ripples with your hands.

“My Queen,” a court lady bows her head as she enters your chambers. “The King requests your presence for the inauguration of the new king’s guards,” she informs, not meeting your eyes as you wear your undergarments. You give her a hum of approval and wait for the servants to finish braiding your hair so you could accompany your husband during the ceremony.

You can feel the pebbles under your shoes move with the steady beat of the drums. The inauguration was supposed to be held a few more months later but because of the death of Minseok, the ceremony had to be moved to an earlier date. You were about to turn the corner when the someone in torn, ragged clothes ran in front of you, your guards ushering you backwards to protection. With two watchmen already following the man, two from your group follow to see what the scurry is all about.

The remaining guards that are with you lead you towards the field quickly to evade any further commotion. When you reach where Seokjin is situated, he acknowledges you briefly, worry swimming in his eyes. You place a comforting hand on his to assure him that there is nothing to be worried about. Once you have settled in your seat, a guard comes up to Seokjin’s side and the drums stop. “Your Royal Highnesses, King Seokjin and the Queen.” Your husband raises a hand to acknowledge the crowd surrounding the field, all present to witness the ceremony.

“Let the inauguration of the new royal guards begin.”

The drums fall into a steady rhythm once again, men clad in red and white silk uniforms pile in groups of twenty. Applause falls within the crowd, hands busy clapping for the newly inducted protectors of the palace. You see a few girls displaying themselves by the corner where the guards enter the field. They mask their flirtatious looks under the guise of modesty, covering their powdered faces with fans while sending coquettish looks to the guards.

Seokjin lets out a chuckle when he follows your line of vision and you reply deftly “I don’t blame them. I’d definitely do the same when you’re in your uniform.” You try your best not to wink at your husband especially at a public gathering like this, but your witty effort to get him to stop judging you has proved to be effective. You know he is most likely going to punish you about this tonight and the idea already has you squirming in your seat.

“My King, may I present to you the new captain of the royal guards, Jung Jungkook of the east.” A man from the first row steps forward. “My King, my Queen.” He acknowledges your presence, bowing from the waist. Jung Jungkook drops to the ground, his weight resting on one leg. He draws his sword, plunges it to the ground – the sound of metal slicing through the soil ringing throughout the field. “I am Jung Jungkook from the Jung clan of the east. My father has served the royal family for many years and has perished terribly during the attack of the South. I am here to restore the honor to my family by serving your highness, to serve the capital, and to avenge my late father.” His head is hung low, yet he is breathing heavily, the weight of his emotions too heavy on his shoulders.

Seokjin leans forward, “Your father has fought well and there is no greater honor than to die for the safety of your countrymen. I am glad he has a son to continue the legacy of your family. Stand, Jung Jungkook, for I know your father’s soul is now at peace.” The man complies and speaks, “Long live King Seokjin, long live the capital!” The rest of the two hundred men follow suit. The citizens join in on the cheering but your eyes linger on the new captain and the faded scar on his left cheek.

The turmoil in the south has worsened during the past few weeks. You rarely see your husband nowadays, constantly trapped for hours on end inside the four walls of his office. You can feel the pressure of being the king taking its toll on him. The servants tell you that he barely touches his food and that your husband also always comes in late at night and leaves early at dawn to work. It’s bringing you great worry that Seokjin couldn’t properly take care of himself nowadays.

Your attempts to aide him during these stressful times prove to be futile, especially with his damned advisors who keep on barring you from entering his office or attending the council meetings. It is believed anyways that the queen only tends to matters of the royal household and that women have no right to give counsel. Unfortunately for them, you are no ordinary queen nor are you just a queen. You are also the wife of your beloved husband and a handful of stubborn councilmen has never stopped you before.

While the royal advisors are busy wasting too much time on a singular issue, you went out on your own to witness the effects of the famine of the east. Most of the crops that were delivered throughout the country was produced in the east because of their healthy soil and the waters surrounding the city. When a month has passed and there were still no signs of rain in the east, you know this was going to cause a huge problem and eventually another predicament for Seokjin. You had lived long enough in the onerous south to witness problems like this turn into bigger ones.

You have made arrangements to visit the city and so far, your plan going smoothly as planned. You manage to sneak out of the royal seamstress’ room after paying her a decent amount of silver coins for a commoner’s dress. It’s getting late and your husband will be returning to your room soon so you trudge back a little faster just to make it in time. When you reach the back door to your room, you see two guards lounging stand up abruptly at your presence. “M-my q-queen,” he bows, not meeting your eyes. “It’s alright. Just don’t tell anybody.”

Seokjin enters the room just when you’re stood in front of the mirror, hands removing the pins from your head. He slides the wooden door gently and sends you a small smile through the reflection on your mirror. “Why don’t I help you with that?” You gently decline his offer, not wanting to bother your exhausted king with any more chores. It’s unfair how he is still impeccably handsome even with the weariness evident on his face. Seokjin still insists though, claiming that a king’s functions should not be an excuse to escape those of a husband’s. “And besides, I ought to know how to do this if we’ll have a daughter in the future.” The statement was supposed to be a genuine shot at what the future might hold but your body’s treacherous response is far from the innocence of Seokjin’s statement.

Just the thought of it has heat pooling in your abdomen. You haven’t had enough time in your hands to spend time to think about things like that, Seokjin being a newly-crowned king, more so as a newly-wedded couple.

Your husband notices the deep breath you take, his eyes slowly getting darker by the second. He takes the last golden pin from your braids, letting your hair fall into loose waves. You feel relieved when the strain on your scalp melts away in seconds – something that you should’ve been used to by now, considering that you have been royalty all your life, but nothing beats that fresh wave of relief when you free your hair from all the pins and ribbons. That’s why when Seokjin cards his fingers through your locks, you feel the rising of the small hairs at the back of your neck, such mundane action bordering on sensual.

He does this a few more times in silence, just combing through your hair gently, deeming that seeing you fall into such comfort like this is enough for him. His chaste intentions though are all thrown aside when you lean against him, your undone hanbok falls from your shoulder, exposing the skin there in all its glory. Your husband takes all your hair and transfers it on your left shoulder and you tilt your head to the same side, giving him space where he could pepper all his kisses on.

He murmurs sweet nothings against your skin while sending fleeting kisses from your ear’s helix, to your cheek, you jawline then down to your shoulders. “Little you and me running around…” he murmurs while pushing the rest of your hanbok off your body. It doesn’t take much effort, the silken cloth sliding down easily and now you’re just left in your undergarments.

“Would you like that, my queen?” Seokjin asks, fingers thumbing the ribbon that’s keeping together the last layer of clothing you have on. It takes only one breathy ‘yes’ from you and the cloth covering your intimacies falls altogether, leaving no trace of modesty.

He cups both breasts in each palm, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Your nipples are firm, already hardened by the worshipping kisses he places all over. He trails a finger along your jaw, turning your face toward him. His lips meet yours, plump lips pressing gently against your own. When you figure he’s about to pull away, he grips your ass and you gasp, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You moan into the kiss, your heart thudding hard against your ribcage. It’s been too long since you had seen your husband so… sensual. Usually, you’re both in a rush with the sole intent of getting some release but tonight, it seems as if Seokjin is determined to take his time in claiming all of you in the most intimate of ways, slowly but surely like it’s the last night of his life.

Seokjin savors every moan, every whimper as his deft fingers roam your body. He loves every curve and dip; how soft and taut it is at the same time. The milk baths you’ve always indulged in and your younger days of archery and horse riding had definitely done you good. He tries to etch them all into his memory though he knows flashes of images of you in his brain could never give justice to the reality of having you in his arms.

His fingers reach your cunt and he cups it, making you lean further against him for support. You feel the fine sheen of sweat of his torso on his back and for a moment you wonder how he’s managed to take his to take his top off without taking a hand off you. He pulls you away from your thoughts when he tugs you closer to him, shamelessly grinding his erection against your ass. He finds your clit easily through memory, rubbing the sensitive nub, fingers moving slowly in circular motions.

“S-seokjin please,” you beg, knowing you’re nearly there but still so far away, far too greedy to orgasm on clitoral stimulation alone. You needed him inside you. Now. “Speak up, my love,” he orders, shallowly dipping a finger in your cunt and withdrawing it just as quick. “Please. Y-you. Need y- “You’re rendered breathless by his teasing, your hand traveling to tug at his hair. “You want me to put a baby in you, hmm?” He finally pushes a finger in. “You’d love that don’t you? Having to carry the next heir to the throne inside you?” Another finger breaches you, Seokjin chuckling when you let out a loud gasp.

He nips at the shell of your ear, reminding you of the presence of the guards outside in a low whisper. Your hand instantly moves to cover your mouth but Seokjin grabs you by the wrists. “Who told you to cover your mouth, hmm? We both know you want the whole palace to hear how filthy their queen is.” Seokjin must admit, the whole idea is just as pleasing to him as it is to you. You were practically squelching when his fingers quicken the pace, your orgasm coming to you at breakneck speed. The feeling of his fingers toying with your cunt too much for you to handle that you are unable to stop your lover’s name fall like a prayer on your lips. Your whole body trembles in his grip, legs threatening to give in. A whimper escapes you when he pulls his fingers out, sending him a glare through the mirror. You were so, so close.

“My love, as much as I enjoy seeing you wrecked under my touch through the mirror, we have to take this to the bed.” He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek and tugs at your arm, but you stand your ground. You wag a finger at him, ‘tsk’-ing at his impatience. Not until he’d have a taste of his own medicine.

You let your finger trail along his torso, tracing the outlines of his abdominals. Imitating your husband’s earlier torturous ministrations, you take your time with him, reveling in how much you’ve affected him – how his breathing is getting more labored by the second. You run a finger along the length of his shaft still covered by his pants. He’s already hard, you reckon, feeling it slightly twitch under your touch.

Slowly, you lower down on your knees, tugging his pants down along with your descent. The sight of his cock makes you wet your lips, too eager to please. “My love, you don’t have to,” his hands hover yours that are resting on his hips. It’s not that he didn’t want your mouth on his cock but he just wanted to drawl out this evening for as long as he could. Frankly, he couldn’t afford to release in your mouth without having felt your velvety walls first.

“I want to.” Not wanting to wait any longer, you tentatively place a kiss on the bulbous head, making Seokjin gasp at the contact. You get bolder, gathering some of the precum that has gathered on the tip spreading it along his length your tongue. Using the armrests as leverage, you straighten your back and finally take him in your mouth. Seokjin deems he’ll never get used to this feeling. You vaguely hear him groan above you, but you’re far too busy pushing his shaft farther inside.

You briefly gaze at him through your eyelashes. It’s unfair, you reckon, that even when your lamps cast this golden glow to only one side of his face, he’s just as ethereal as under the light of day. You take him in your mouth as far as you can. When Seokjin throws his head back in pleasure with his wonderfully thick neck on display only for you to see, it ignites a carnal desire in you, so you push yourself further. When he finally hits the back of your throat, you swallow and your husband chokes on air, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto the armrests.

It’s an arduous task, having to try and take control of your breathing as you pleasure your husband. You move up then down slowly until you find a steady rhythm. You feel your eyes water with the pace until his chest starts heaving and you know he’s nearing his climax. “N-no. P-please,” your husband pleads, each word brokenly spoken. Tugging at your hair slightly, he pries you off his mouth, releasing a sigh of relief when you take your mouth off him.

“Bed now.” With your knees still sore from kneeling too long, it takes you some time to get up. Impatiently, the moment you get one of your knees off the ground he hooks his arm below them and lifts you off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Stop trying to stall.” Seokjin huffs, his lips forming a pout. You giggle at his cuteness, of course even at a time like this, he manages to make you smile like a kid with candy.

He lays you gently on the bed, your hair fanning out on the pillows. He caresses your face with the pads of his fingers and you find yourself leaning against his touch. “My queen,” he sighs, “Your beauty is unrivaled. Truly.” Your lips meet when he closes the distance between the two of you. He stays like that for a moment, his swollen lips placed on top of yours until he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. You fervently kiss each other, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in the kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes pry open again only to see your husband’s teary ones.

“Seokjin-ie, are you okay? What’s the matter?” He shakes his head, replying, “You’re just so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife.” Your face crumples at his words and you give him another kiss. “How could you possibly think that when so many other women who vying for my position right now? Both literally and figuratively. You’re glad when you get a chuckle out of Seokjin. “As much as I want to argue about who’s the luckier one, I have a more pressing problem. And it’s getting really painful, so please…” His lips close in on one of your breasts, your hand flying up to pull at his hair.

Once again, you’re a moaning mess beneath Seokjin. You’re whining, begging for more than the assault he’s doing on your breasts. He doesn’t waste time in complying with your whims, your legs spreading apart when he shifts his position above you. He braces himself on one arm and you hiss as he swipes against your folds, taking some of the wetness on his palm and rubbing it onto his cock. When he pushes slowly against your entrance, you whimper as he gradually sinks into you. Gods, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to this, to him.

When he’s fully sank into you to the hilt, he pauses, knowing that you’ll need a moment for the pain to subside into pleasure. Seokjin places kisses your shoulders as he waits for you to adjust to the feeling. You push your hips up, encouraging him to move. Dragging his cock out slowly, he pushes back down just as languidly. “Jin, please,” you beseech, goading him to go faster. The moment the word escapes your lips, Seokjin begins pounding into you relentlessly. He hastily places a pillow under your hips to angle yours better. The next thrust he gets in has you mewling, each stroke easily rubbing up against your g-spot.

Your thighs begin quivering, every fiber of your body ablaze with each plunge of your husband’s hips. Seokjin feels your impending orgasm with your cunt beginning to pulsate against his cock, and he moves one of his hands between your thighs and starts to toy vigorously with your clit.

“Fuck!” you scream, fisting the sheets that now haphazardly dangling from the bed. Your high hits you so strong, your pussy tightening, clamping around Seokjin. His thrusts begin to stutter as you continue to milk his cock. With one final push, Seokjin cums, releasing ropes of cum inside you. He stays on top of you for a moment, too exhausted and worn out to move an inch. Also, because he wishes that this time it finally gets you pregnant, that your earlier inclination to the idea of having a baby inside you is as enthralling as it is to him.

Seokjin finally pulls out of you with a small grunt, elbows that have been holding up his weight finally give in, breathing heavily as he falls to your side.

He hadn’t meant to stay this long.

In fact, when he heard the first moan that fell from your lips, he had sent the rest of the guards to go on patrol to give you and your husband the much-needed privacy. He had intended to keep lookout from the front of the hanok. With one more corridor to clear out before leaving, he took his steps with caution, knowing that this passage was the one next to your room. The palace’s wooden walls will never be thick enough to hide the sounds of pleasure. His ears are already ringing with the faint sound of your moans but there was one section where the sweet sound was most audible. The door to your room was slightly open, the light from your lamps passing through the narrow slit.

He tries to push away the temptation, reminding himself that he has other duties to attend to… right?

Surely, the rebellious troops would have been subdued before they reach the palace…right?

Ultimately, he can’t leave with you sounding so desperate and broken…right?

He knew his resolve was breaking with every step he took nearer towards the thin beam of light. He takes the final step with bated breath, wincing when the wood creaks under his weight. He lets out a shaky exhale when he finally peeks through the crevice. Your bed is situated right across from where he’s watching – the whole scene like a live show from a festival. He knows this is wrong, that what happens inside the four walls of your chambers is none of his business but when he sees the king flip you and take you from behind, his lips part, suddenly out of breath like he’s the one pounding into you.

The voyeur continues to watch the whole spectacle with an unrelenting gaze. He watches the unsuspecting royals get lost in their own world while he lingers in perverse amusement. The strain in his silk pants is getting painful, uncomfortable too when the tip of his cock brushes against the wet patch on the cloth. He reproaches himself for his lack of manners tonight but if this mischief shall reward him with a release later on, then he shall remain here, unperturbed.

Moments later Seokjin’s hips stutter and he feels his own hands lose rhythm as well. Your loud moans fill the room as you reach your high, your husband following. His hand moves faster than before, white spurts of cum coating his hand not long after. He shivers when he pulls his pants back up, the silk proving to be too much for the sensitive tip of his cock. When his eyes revert back to the crevice, he sees Seokjin trace patterns on your back while the both of you murmur softly in each other’s arms. Your husband gives you a chaste kiss, lips closing in on the shell on your ear as he whispers something that makes you giggle. He takes this as his cue to leave, hoping that no other guard has lingered around long enough to see him leave the house.

Fortunately, no one sees the dazed captain walk out of the hanok in the middle of the night.

You are momentarily awakened from a fleeting kiss placed on your cheek, the back of your hands rubbing at your drooping eyelids. Body still sore from your activities last night, you blindly reach out for the blue cloak in front of you as you call out your husband’s name. “I hadn’t meant to wake you from your slumber, my love. Go back to sleep.” He strokes your hair gently while humming a soft melody to lull you back to your slumber.

There’s an ache on his chest when he watches sleep take over you once more, soft snores escaping your lips. Seokjin wonders if he would get to see you this peaceful one more time. You shift in your sleep, the blanket revealing purplish marks littered across your chest. Normally, this would’ve sent all his blood pumping south but with the emotion weighing on his shoulders, all he’s thinking about is engraving your beauty into his memory.

The present disposition in his hands had monopolized his time and because of this he knew he had been neglecting you these past few weeks. He wasn’t able to check up on you, ask how your day went, or even join supper, hence your intimacies last night. Although your husband knew that after all these years together, you were never one to demand affection because you were well aware of his duties as ruler of a nation. Funnily enough, it was he who yearned for that most of time, while you would remind him of his obligations with a chortling intonation.

Usually, you would push him away when he tries to lavish you with kisses even with the guards and court ladies present, but he knew deep inside that you secretly enjoyed them, cheeks turning a rosy red every time he teases you about it. Albeit being born into royalty, you were treated like a slave by your own step-mother so Seokjin knew it would have taken some time before he had successfully lured you out of your shell. And he knew he had forever to show you the love that you were deprived of. Or did he now?

He recalls the time you had both met in your secret rendezvous. It was a garden exhibiting the most gorgeous fusion of pink and green, cultivated to perfection by Seokjin himself and of course with the help of a few chosen gardeners. Included in the garden was a narrow passage with water directly flowing from the Gaeun River. The secluded site was a testament to Seokjin’s love for the color pink. Flowers of all shades of blush are scattered among the lush green grass, from Azaleas to Carnations to Peonies. ‘Most are from foreign lands’ he informs, carefully plucking out a flower and handing one to you. A blush instantly colors your cheeks at this and Seokjin finds it most endearing, unable to resist teasing you. “You seem to blend in just fine with my flowers,” he observes, poking your cheeks, “but you stand out the most.”

Amongst the rosy hued shrubs and mossy rocks, on a small slope stood a singular cherry blossom tree - your most favorite feature of all. Cherry blossoms had always been known to symbolize the transience of life and rebirth. True to your ancestors’ beliefs, this special tree was tangible proof of the metaphor. The tree had witnessed quite a number of your most cherished moments in life. This was where Seokjin brought you when you broke down into tears after escaping the southern palace, this was where he first pecked you on the cheek, and this same tree witnessed Seokjin’s humble request for your hand in marriage.

Regret weighs heavily on him. You were the only constant reality he had in this capricious life. You had been nothing but perfect, always by his side no matter what. Having to bid his farewell like this broke his heart but if he properly did so, it would probably break his heart all the more. Your husband had already made up his mind – he is to leave for the South before the dawn breaks.

Seokjin was hanging onto that small sliver of hope that a discussion on the dilemma may change their minds. The situation in the southern city had inevitably worsened but he had to try. He could be very persuasive if he wanted to, sure, but you always knew it wouldn’t work. Not by a long shot. You made sure to remind him of that fact. That’s why you never supported the idea of visiting the city especially at a time of agitation like this. The southerners are men honed by war and they are not called the nation’s keepers for nothing. They are willing to sacrifice lives rather than heed diplomacy. It had proved beneficial in the past when foreigners wanted to colonize your country, but with a turmoil conceived by its own countrymen, these people are all the more fueled to fight for what they believe in.

Then again, this was his decision. He had to try. He was willing to risk everything for his nation, even if it meant that this might be the last time he’ll be seeing your face. He wanted to be selfish, just this once, to give in to the matters of the heart, but he knew he couldn’t. If he did, then all his parent’s teachings would have been for nothing. Being born into royalty couldn’t have meant anything. Being the king then would lose its meaning.

With tears brimming at the corner of his eyes, he retrieves a scroll, his brush, and an ink block. ‘This all seems unreal’, Seokjin reels. He only takes out the three when he’s making a new proclamation or with pronouncements usually related to the duties of a king. You two could only stay apart for so long and at the end of the day you’d always find yourselves each other’s arms. Not once did he imagine having to write you a letter, let alone one bidding you farewell.

Patches of tears soften different spots on the previously coarse scroll. With dawn fast approaching, Seokjin ends his letter with a lingering kiss on the paper. He retrieves a flower that he’s plucked from the garden and places it together with the scroll he’s left on the bedside table. Seokjin kisses you on the cheek one last time, “Goodbye, my queen.”

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Pennys future, The fate of the maiden powers

When Penny first revealed herself to be a robot it was clear to us she felt conflicted about her identity, the reason being of course because she was aware of the fact that she was created for the sole purpose of being used as a weapon. However, after Penny befriended Ruby, Ruby gave penny the comfort she needed by letting her know how despite her physical robot body, Penny was in fact alive as she carried with her a soul and a heart just like any other human being.

Naturally, just as any other character in the RWBY series, Penny's inspiration came from a fairy tale story, Pinocchio . Once we knew this, many of us felt at some point in the series Penny would have the chance to fulfill her dream of becoming a real girl, just as Pinocchio did in the story. However, near the end of the beacon arc, when penny met her tragic fate at the hands of her own weapon in her fight with Pyrrha, that dream felt like it was just that , a dream.

However ! , many years later and at the start of the atlas arc in volume 7, we all got the news of our lives, penny was alive!

Now, many of us had originally theorized because Penny was a robot, it could have been very possible for her to rebuilt. After all, her father/creator Pietro was clearly shown to still be alive and would most likely have made the effort to recover penny from beacon in order to piece her back together. When ruby and the other met Pietro for the first time, Pietro reveals to ruby and the others how he had in fact made the effort to recover pennys body after the city had become over run with grim. .

However, even after revealing to us penny was alive there was still one major problem.... penny was still being used as a weapon and was seen as nothing more than a tool to help protect Mantle and Atlas. Despite the friendships she made in her time at Beacon, penny was still stuck with the title of “war weapon” in Atlas rather than being recognized as the young girl so many people close to her knew to be.

Regardless of the situation, we knew something was being planned for penny in the RWBY series, we just didn't know what... until the volume 7 finale. In V7C13, cinder made an attempt to steal the winter maiden powers from the current winter maiden Fria, However, unbeknownst to cinder, Fria still had some fight left in her despite her elderly age. As Fria fought back, she created an icy vortex around herself in order to prevent any living thing from coming near her, including Winter who was the very person ironwood chose to wield the winter maiden powers after Frias death.

Knowing fully well the threat at hand and seeing how not even Winter herself could enter Frias icy vortex, penny had made the quick decision to use her robotic body to her advantage and leaped straight into Frias icy vortex in an effort to snap Frias fragile mind back into reality. Despite Fria having already been set up to transfer the maiden powers to Winter, Fria confuses penny as the next holder of the winter maiden powers!. Now, we had originally theorized penny could be a candidate for the winter maiden powers. However, knowing the maiden powers could only latch onto the auras of young girls, we weren't to sure if penny could even receive the power, after all, pennys soul/aura was a piece of Pietros. Knowing pennys aura was a part of Pietro, many of us continued to struggle with the idea on whether or not penny could obtain the winter maiden powers, then again...Qrow did say the maiden transfer was based on a “series of stupid and convoluted rules”, meaning they had a very small idea on how the transfer worked, meaning ozpin and the others didn't fully understand the nature of the maiden powers ...so then, could there have been something to the maiden powers we hadn’t yet thought of?...well....as a matter of fact....there was...

Despite penny having been given orders to protect Fria as winter acquired the maiden powers, penny ultimately makes the quick decision to accept the winter maiden powers from Fria before cinder got a second chance at killing both Fria and Winter. This was big news as it confirmed to us how the maiden powers could be transferred to those who were not just biologically born girls!

As penny received the winter maiden powers, many of us began to discover that perhaps Fria was symbolized as the “Blue Fairy” who used her powers to make penny a “real girl”. After all, the winter maiden powers could only be transferred to another living human girl with a soul, so in the end it was through this transfer of the winter maiden powers that finally made penny, as well as those around her, realize she truly was a real girl.

Unfortunately, Penny soon began to regret her quick decision of accepting the winter maiden powers. Before, penny was the protector of Mantle, but now she was so much more than that, she was the winter maiden and despite her desire to help the people around her, penny did not like the fact that she was still being viewed as as an item with a power that everyone wanted. The winter maiden powers had forced penny to realize how this power she possessed was capable of turning friends and allies into bitter enemies. As penny expresses her distress to ruby, we fans began to realize something, something we hadn't thought about since V7C8... despite penny having realized she really was a real girl...penny... never had the chance to live her own life as a real girl! Penny has always had her life planned, it has always been watched, SHE has always been watched!

As a result, Penny has had little to no experience in what it truly meant to live as her own person and learn about the things everyone else has had the chance to do, such as understanding complicated emotions and the emotions of others. In V7C8, when winter expresses her conflicting emotions towards her father, penny has difficulty understanding why she would feel conflicted about speaking from the heart.

Winter tries to express to penny the environment they are in brings back very unhappy and conflicting emotions she has towards Jacques, her sudden burst of emotions allowed Jacques to take advantage of his meeting with the council members and make himself look like he was the one in the right as he criticizes ironwood and his teams lack of results to protect the people. Despite it being made clear to us that Winter is restricting a lot about herself in favor of Ironwoods opinions and her duty as a soldier, penny does not understand why she would do such things and feel such things. As a result, penny does not know what to say to Winter because she has never had experience with those kinds of emotions herself, in the end, penny simply says to Winter, “your right...I don't understand...”. In V8C5, Penny finally explains to Pietro her frustration, how she IS trying to live her life, but there are just so many people and so many things preventing her from doing so, because of this, penny is now trying her best to do what little she can that counts as living, such as making her own choice to help save Mantle and Atlas rather than abide by ironwoods commands.

Knowing this, many of us felt pennys moment had yet to be completed, something else needed to happen to penny in order to fully cement her identity as a “real girl”, or at the very least, give her the chance to feel like she could start it for real. Well, one volume later, it seems as though our suspicions were correct...something did happen to penny...something which completed her tale as the “Pinocchio” of the RWBY series...as ruby and the others got a hold of the staff of creation, they used its power to finally help free penny of her robotic body, in other words.... penny...had become a genuine real REAL girl!!

In the mid season of volume 8, many of us had begun to believe if penny was doomed to succumb to Watts virus, then maybe Ruby and the others could take the risk of removing the staff from the vault and use it to rebuild penny... and they did!. What’s even more interesting and comedic about this whole situation, once it did unfold, was how many of us had begun to realize Ambrosius, the spirit of the staff, could very well have been revealed to be the real “blue fairy” who used its magic to give penny a new body while her old body was left to face the doom of the virus. After all, in the story of Pinocchio, Pinocchio was also given a new body while his old empty puppet body was left behind.

Now, we are still unsure about whether or not pennys new body is flesh and blood, but what we do know is how penny is no longer a robot, what's more is that penny appears to have all the bodily functions of any normal human body. When penny hugs ruby in happiness she asks ruby if hugs always felt so warm, meaning that penny can feel touch!

Unfortunately... there is one thing that we hadn't realized about pennys miracle...something important....something we might not have wanted to think about in the midst of her joyous moment ...penny...is now in more danger than she has ever been before! what do I mean by this? well, if penny is now capable of feeling and doing all the things any other person with a human body can do, then this also means penny now has all the weaknesses of a human body! meaning penny can now take on physical damage and feel pain!. Whats even worse is how this means penny is now fully capable of dying by another persons hands if she is not careful! And of all the things to happen and see after penny is turned into a real girl, what do we see?

We see Cinder in the crowd of people preparing to enter the portals created by Ambrosius where she will not only find ruby....but non-robot penny!

Granted, penny still has all the knowledge she was programmed with for battle, but now that she is likely to feel the affects of human pain during combat, well, lets just hope penny will have the will to fight through any injuries she will experience for the first time.

Knowing all of this, Penny is by no means in the clear just yet, due to the maiden powers, penny will continue to be a target for cinder, however, considering the RWBY series has already made us witness penny die twice, once at Beacon and again when her robot body was left to self distrust at the hands of Watts virus, its possible? they will not try to kill penny again now that she has finally become a real girl? But considering CRWBYS track record in twist endings, its more than likely that something surprising will happen to penny. So then, what will happen?...well, in order to save Penny, something needs to happen to not just cinder, but the maiden powers as well, but what? . Will cinder take pennys maiden power without killing her?... perhaps, I mean cinder did try to take pennys power before by just touching her.

Then again, it is a grimm arm created by salem, so it is likely that it will aim to kill the previous maiden once cinder latches onto them. Cinder is also the type of person who is easily willing to kill others and considering penny had already brutally beaten her in battle,...well... cinder will most likely aim to kill her.

However, given the circumstances, there is also the chance the maiden powers will be transferred to someone else, but can the power go to someone else? or will penny make a sudden decision which will not only save everyone but deny cinder the satisfaction of winning?! maybe...

Then again, perhaps there is an additional factor we hadn’t thought about, or rather an additional person who we hadn't realized had been suspiciously missing for quite a while now, where am I going with this? well.........where is salem?!

Salem should’ve revived herself from the blast Oscar set off inside Montstra, and yet, salem has still not reappeared, but why, what is she planning? what is she doing? and most importantly, what will she do to cinder and penny if she finds them? up to now we have only suspected what will happen between cinder and penny, but will salem intervene at the last minute and do something horrifying that will leave everyone in complete and utter shock?! or will her presence cause cinder to reevaluate her plans?...maybe... but hey thats just a theory, a RWBY theory!!

#rwby #rwby vol8 #rwby volume 8 #rwby v8 #penny polendina #cinder fall #ruby rose #rwby salem #rwby theory #rwby theories #rwby8

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Brothers anon and ah, its just me than. Links on tumblr break half the time for me sorry bout that!

1: Mostly how it looks in the actual episode but with some changes. Its gaint, even has multiple floors, most rooms have a glass dome roof with iron railings (3-4) lining the bottom of the glass. The hallway typically have windows leading up to the roof, but the roof and both floor are a mix of materials like iron, copper, wood, and even gold. The most complex room is the Council room, which has a a higher roof than the rest, with mostly wood railings that go all the way up and lead to a circle at the top. The Council is the group that leads Mizu, they have 1 leader of every Idol to represent the different opinions of the citizens, with 1 special member that doesnt belong to any Idol, and is instead used to represent the opinions of people who either haven't chosen a idol yet, got kicked out of a idol following, and just to give a unbiased opinion most of the time. They do make most decisions, mostly those relating to topics like construction, farming, money distribution, where people can live, etc. And they also mostly agree on most subjects and don't agure, but they do have massive disagreements on topics and problems like Representation in other Cities/Kingdoms, trading, visitors and immigrants, and sometimes supply missions.

3: Situations like taking care of his siblings (I have decided Benjamin shall have siblings) and friends, and he was also put under extreme stress as a kid in school and family life, but unlike Ranbob, he managed to successfully communicate his struggle and find coping mechanisms. Also when he went off to live by himself for a bit, he was under sudden extreme situations where he had to make split second decision. So he just learned from everything thats happened to him over time.

8: Levi exists purely to make Watson and others go insane. People claimed it was made up because they claimed most events as unrealistic (like Doomsday, Techno escaping a death trial, Pandoras Vault (they believed it impossible for something to be inescapable)). Plus the fact it seemed cruel such young people where faced with such trauma that no sane person would let it happen, and the fact most historical important items couldn't be found, people claiming that they where made up (also cause if the land was that exposed to such devastation, it would've collapsed on itself). No to both of those, by this point their to far away from Dream for him to have a direct meaningful affect on the group, and while the residents of Kelalen know it was Dreams sword, the group does not know. Nope! Mizu came about years after Kelalen was forgotten about and shamed. And Mizu was only made because of the growing number of believers in the SMP history was causing disruptions in both the political sense and educational sense, so it was made to separate the "outcasts". Though Mizu eventually grew as big as most cities, and greatly civilized and advanced, though they where still often "forgotten" about and basically seperate from the Kingdom that set them up and became their own place (though not officially).

They do have a friendship! Its not super close but their definitely friends. Ranbob is definitely a worrier, he heard that two of his friends almost died he immediately goes to them and fuses over them. And when their recovering he doesnt leave their side, infact Benjamin has to drag him away from the two just to get him to eat. And he refuses to sleep unless he's like directly on top of them. Yeah, Cletus challenges Grievous to a parkour challenge over a Delta Basalt, and he happily accepts. They end up giving everyone a heart attack after Cletus slips and almost falls onto a magma block. Jackie plays in soul sand and dumps a handful down Rans shirt, Watson teaches Charles and Isaac how to make gold from gold nuggets and more Piglin culture. When Cletus is cleared to be ok and Jackie stops getting soul sand in areas he didn't even know existed. They all sit in a circle and decide what they should try first, with Ran and Watson watching carefully and preventing them from drinking anything that they recognized as harmful. But other than that they just let the others do whatever.

10: Because he couldn't use it, when Dream was a full human he used to be able to access his powers at his own will. But after his spirit got linked to his mask his power greatly reduced. To the point he relies on others for his powers, more specifically, he needs them to be exposed to him for a certain amount of time (like 2 weeks) until he can use their own essence/spirit to help his powers. When the group of people came after Ranbob left, they stayed for a long time, especially after they took the mask with them. Dream got the power back. Cause it is a "I worked to hard to give this up." Type situation. Ranbob was his first victim and the first person he had control over in decades, he considers Ranbob the puppet he was meant to have and refuses to let him go. Everyone is the nat to him, but specifically Ran. Cause Ran was the only person who survived the murders, so Dream sees him as a kill that was taken from him that he needs to fix. Everyone else to him is nothing more than an annoyance, and he's more than happy to use them as nothing more than a stepping stone to kill once he's done with them.

13: Ran is stronger than everyone else, Jackie is faster than everyone else, and Watson is more acrobatic than everyone else. Sorry can you reword "Is Jackie considered stronger than them aside from shared tactics, or is it the other way around?"? I dont completely understand sorry. Kind of, I'll say. There can only be 3 ranking members, but it can also be 2 Corporals and 1 Sergeant.

14: They where caught off guard, but also knew something must be going on due to the fishermen staying closer to Ranbob than normal. He never got too far, as he isnt very fast and Charles and both Isaac tend to be fast enough to get him. If the episode is really bad bringing him back can lead into physical fights but it rarely gets into that, as it seems like Ranbob really doesn't want to fight them most of the time, and holds himself back.

Well, I hope it’s working for you now, cause that sounds less than ideal, honestly.

1: Well, Mizu sounds gorgeous, quite frankly. As for the council having a member of no idol, what about that? People can get kicked out from an idol group? Why? Do some just never choose an idol? Also, how’s the housing situation there? Are there like, apartments on one of the floors, or something? Why does the council not really agree on outside affairs?

3: Not gonna lie, I’m rather curious. What kind of life did Benjamin lead to be under such heavy stress? Does he relate to Ranbob because of this? And what was he doing when he lived on his own to need to make fast-paced decisions? Also, siblings! What’re his siblings like?

8: He sounds like it.

And hm. There are several things I’ve taken from this.

Do totems no longer exist, if they don’t believe Techno could have survived, or did that particular piece of the story just get left out over time?

Has Pandora’s vault fallen? And why would people find it unbelievable? If it’s the future, shouldn’t they have even more advanced technology than that? Or is it simply the lack of evidence that leads them to disagreeing about it’s existence?

They don’t believe people would have been so cruel to the younger ones? Oof, um. Well, at least that says something about the future, I guess.

Mizu sounds like it has an interesting history in it’s self. How do Ran and Ranbob feel about being in a world that basically shunned the people of what would eventually become their home? Do they ever have issues when people find out they originate from Mizu, or worship an idol? From how you put it, it seems like that wasn’t really looked upon well, since they shunted the people who did it to Mizu.

Friendships for the win! Maybe not close, but it sounds like an interesting dynamic. Charles honestly seems pretty mild, and as you said, shy, so putting him with Mr.Random And Chaotic certainly sounds like something. How did these two become friends?

And honestly, it sounds like everyone had a lot of unique experiences in the Nether. It also sounds like Ran and Ranbob were probably an inch from a heart-attack the entire time, considering the shenanigans ongoing. It sounds kind of cute that Ranbob was only sleeping when he was close to them though, and it gives me the image of a giant fluffy cat, so win-win there.

10: Interesting. Was Ranbob not enough to fully return that power to him when the Fishermen first came and took him? Or did Dream just not think they’d get that far and not react in time, when he still had that power from his puppet?

And, uh, wow. Dream was certainly off his rocker before, but that’s definitely cemented now. Is anyone aware he thinks of Ranbob in such a way? Does Ranbob know? How are everyone’s feelings on that-besides y’know, ‘gonna murder Mr.Mask Man’. How does everyone feel about being considered as ‘nats’?

13: Huh. And yeah, I confused myself rereading that. Basically, is Jackie considered stronger than those two? You said they were mostly on par, because of the shared tactics, so when it comes to cutting those shared tactics out of the picture, does Jackie come out on top?

14: So the gang could tell? If I may ask, what were the tells that gave Ranbob away?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #ran

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