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Hi there! I match you with:

Shuichi Saihara


Celestia Ludenberg


Kyoko Kirigiri


You fit the personality for all of them, and Kyoko and Shuichi are big mystery people! I hope that this meets your expectations!

-Mod Shiratori

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  • Utterson is once again in his house
  • and Jekyll’s servant, Poole, comes by
  • he’s afraid, of what he doesn’t say
  • he just begs Utterson to come with him, and he does
  • when they get there, all the other servants of the house are huddled in the front room, terrified (like Poole was)
  • Poole takes Utterson back to the lab, where he tells him to be quiet and not to answer Jekyll, if he should answer
  • He calls out that Utterson is there, through a door
  • and a voice responds that he doesn’t want to see Utterson
  • the problem is, it doesn’t sound like Jekyll at all
  • and Poole tells our favorite protagonist that he’s been like that for eight days, and they think the real Jekyll has been “made off with”
  • Utterson is skeptical, and Poole continues
  • he says that no one has actually seen Jekyll in all that time, and every time food is left for him, it’s brought into the room when no one else is looking
  • he also says that “Jekyll” had been throwing papers with orders/complaints on them down the stairs for that time
  • “Jekyll” keeps asking for a specific medicine, but every time Poole goes out and gets some, it’s put outside the door and told to be returned because it “was not pure”
  • Poole does have one of the notes, and the handwriting looks like Jekyll’s to him
  • he also says he’s seen whoever it is behind the door
  • the man he saw was wearing a mask, and when Poole walked up, he let out a cry and ran back into where he’d been hiding out
  • Utterson thinks that it’s just a sort of disease that Jekyll has, one that changes his voice and needs the drug for
  • but Poole really doesn’t think so
  • he then explains that the man he saw was short, and Jekyll is a fairly tall man
  • he’s also certain a murder happened
  • so Utterson turns into a suddenly more brave man than before
  • and decides to break into the room that “Jekyll” is in
  • Poole convinces him to take one of those poker things, because there’s an axe in the room they’re about to break into
  • Utterson takes a moment to be all “this is going to be dangerous
  • and Poole is like “i know”
  • Utterson: “also did u recognize the guy u saw?”
  • Poole: “u mean was he hyde? i think he was”
  • so they get some people on the back door (they really thought of everything, huh?)
  • this is going kind of long so i’m going to break it into parts 
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Is This Tomorrow: America under Communism is a thing i think is interesting to read i recommend it.

notable things i see:

  • the military is the only thing the commies haven’t taken over so you can trust it!
  • this book is distributed by a christian society
  • the media is untrustworthy and fake
  • the idea that as soon as the True Americans get fed up with their interminable monologues and leave the union meetings they immediately go “god damn i sure do love being a commie spy amiright folks” like art students whipping out their furry oc’s as soon as the professors leave the room
  • communists sow discord and pit groups against each other to weaken america. possibly meant as “we should get along so the commies don’t win” but  i’m sure that it was also used to mean “hey you should stop talking about racism you’re inciting discord and that will let the commies win!”
  • widespread natural disaster (drought/pandemic) followed by widespread protests and unrest, specifically which include criticism of police, followed by the president demanding extra power. uh oh.
  • apparently drought has an alternative spelling of “drouth”?
  • “communists will arrest all anti-communists and thats horrible! theyre purposefully shifting the narrative!” - say the anti-communists that arrest communists to shift the narrative
  • theres actually like. a lot of stuff they say is bad about communism that is also a criticism of capitalism. “under communism old people wont be valued because they cant contribute to the workforce” oh and capitalism values them, does it?
  • like all of these things that they’re setting up as “wild dystopian fantasy” have direct parallels to actual real life events in the last few years. uh oh!
  • except for “communists hate christians”
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Chapter 14 : Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback


Quirrell, however, must have been braver than they’d thought. In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn’t look as though he’d cracked yet.

They think that it’s because of Snape, but it’s Voldemort’s accentuated pressure for Quirrell to get the Stone

Whenever Harry passed Quirrell these days he gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell’s stutter.

Look at them encouraging Voldemort lol

Harry and Ron spent most of their free time in the library with her, trying to get through all their extra work.

But fandom says they don’t study and leave it all to Hermione to do… *shake my head*

“But it’s against our laws,” said Ron. “Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks’ Convention of 1709, everyone knows that.

Look at Ron knowing the year of the Convention by heart, and actually the wizard born in a Wizarding Community know the backstory of the Wizarding World and not someone in her first months in the community… *side eyes Steve Kloves…*

You should see the burns Charlie’s got off wild ones in Romania.”

*adding burns to my mental image of Charlie*

Hermione went on. “We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you.”

Nice flattery, Hermione !

Harry suddenly turned to Ron.
“Charlie,” he said.
“You’re losing it, too,” said Ron. “I’m Ron, remember?”
“No — Charlie — your brother, Charlie. In Romania. Studying dragons. We could send Norbert to him. Charlie can take care of him and then put him back in the wild!”

My tiny Auror figuring out what to do yet again :)

There was a hitch. By the next morning, Ron’s bitten hand had swollen to twice its usual size. He didn’t know whether it was safe to go to Madam Pomfrey — would she recognize a dragon bite? By the afternoon, though, he had no choice. The cut had turned a nasty shade of green. It looked as if Norbert’s fangs were poisonous.

I always forget this part because of the movie!

“Oh no — oh no — I’ve just remembered — Charlie’s letter was in that book Malfoy took, he’s going to know we’re getting rid of Norbert.”

Oh no, that wasn’t their cleverest move!

They’d left the Invisibility Cloak on top of the tower.

… and neither was this!

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Full Name Texan Allie Flax (Pronounced like Tea-gan)
Gender and Sexuality: Trans man and Bi
Pronouns: He/him
Ethnicity/Species: That’s a good question that’s actually something I’m still working on
Birthplace and Birthdate: Pianissimo City August 23
Guilty Pleasures: Beach Combing and Old Comic books
Phobias: funny enough crabs wig him out
What They Would Be Famous For: Being the head of the Family
What They Would Get Arrested For: Being the head of the Family
OC You Ship Them With: @rainymeat‘s Snake
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: His own brother Arty on accident
Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He likes super hero movies because they were his favorite when he was a kid
Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Horror movies; he’s not he biggest fan
Talents and/or Powers: He’s very good with a bat : - )
Why Someone Might Love Them: Despite his boisterous attitude and cockyness he’s got a caring heart and he cares a lot about his family
Why Someone Might Hate Them: good luck getting though the 7 layers of his stupid cocky exterior
How They Change: He learns to be more open about the things he loves and just less secretive in general. He also finally beats his brother at wrestling in the end.
Why You Love Them: He’s just a fun character to draw hes big loud and it’s really fun thinking about his relationship with others in the town

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okay. okay damn, anon. i’ve been sitting on your ask for one month+ because that quote gave me a truckload of thoughts about arthur and alfred, the way power corrupts, the general eldritchy, great and terrible nature of nations—i wanted to draw something in response, but i’m being overloaded with deadlines—so i’m just going to let this out of my inbox for now, along with my headcanons + history:

he is me’: that’s seriously such a huge part of how i see arthur’s complicated feelings towards his eldest son manifest. the irony i see with the pacific siblings (and how i draw them) is that alfred’s the one who looks most unlike his father. jack and zee take after the old man in certain ways (the bold brows). matt’s resemblance to francis is pretty clear. alfred’s also the one with likely the most absentee parenting due to the longer travel times in the 17th—18th century. english polite society regards him as the bastard son of a wealthy english lord who was left to be raised by a governess in the distant colonies across the sea. but—it’s alfred who takes after his father’s own heart in many ways that his three siblings don’t. linguistically, culturally, philosophically—father influenced him all the same. and arthur knows it, no matter how adamantly alfred claims he will be different and remake a better world free of the tired, corrupt ways of the old world: 


and yes, alfred is different from him in many ways; he’s far more of an idealist, compared to arthur’s more cynical pragmatism. during the 1940s, it’s a power struggle with his eldest son about how will the brave new world look?


but as the world progresses after 1945?  


i look into his eyes, i see myself. do you expect me to love that?’ you know, i’ve said that i headcanon that arthur isn’t good at expressing simpler affection with alfred (compared to how he is with say, francis). but alfred is his favourite son, underneath all that dysfunction and surface differences, because of how much he’s frankly invested in him emotionally as the first child, when the empire was in its beginnings. he might be more reflective after being shorn of his empire—all the folly, hubris and self-destruction that is the price of such ambition amongst nations is still being reckoned with. i think arthur has the strongest attachment to alfred for these reasons; alfred is the firstborn, the one who rebelled and disowned the family name—it’s the mix of pride tinged with more regret after 1945: you’re just like me, son.

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Hey Guys, I just want to say that if you are young, its ok to feel overwhelmed. I’m 16, and everything is going so fast, and I can handle it but I know younger ones cannot. My friend who is 15 is getting overwhelmed because she wants to help but at the same time is dealing with her own situations. I am too. If you have younger siblings, make sure they can talk to you if they feel like everything is too much. My friend and I are forced to grow up and it’s not fun. We are forced to take care of ourselves because of dead beat parents. Don’t let your younger siblings experience the same. They don’t deserve it. 

 This is personal, but my sister who is 10 is now getting depressed because my mom is depressed and it’s just her and my mom back in the Philippines. I try my best to talk to my sister and be her outlet. I also try to provide support for my mom. But I can’t always do it because I get sad too and I don’t want to provide more burden for them. If you are in the same situation, it’s okay to take a break for yourself. You can’t help them if you are also in the same situation. 

I just want to let you guys know that its okay to take care of yourself. If you guys need to talk, I’m sure members of this website are willing to help. I am as well if you guys need support.

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Pokémon Sword and Pokémon Shield Expansion Pass new trailer. Pokémon Sword and Shield Expansion Pass Part 1: The Isle of Armor will launch on June 17, 2020.  Pokémon Sword and Shield Expansion Pass Part 2: The Crown Tundra will launch in Fall 2020.


Expansion Pass Part 1: The Isle of Armor


The first new adventure unlocked by the Expansion Pass will take place on the Isle of Armor, an island of the Galar region. Many Pokemon make this island their home, living freely amid the lush nature. The island is also home to a dojo for Pokemon battles. Players and their Pokemon will train hard to become stronger under Mustard, the master of this dojo.

■ Newly Discovered Pokemon

Galarian Slowbro

  • Category: Hermit Crab Pokemon
  • Type: Poison/Psychic
  • Height: 5ʹ3″
  • Weight: 155.4 lbs.
  • Ability: Quick Draw

A Shellder bite set off a chemical reaction with the spices inside Galarian Slowpoke’s body, causing Galarian Slowbro to gain the Poison type. The Shellder that’s latched onto Slowbro sometimes unconsciously bites down harder on Slowbro’s arm, causing an itch that drives Slowbro to start wildly swinging its arm around and smashing its surroundings. With a speed that puts even the quickest reflexes to shame, Slowbro readies its Shellder and makes poisonous liquid shoot from the Shellder’s tip. This is Shell Side Arm, a Poison-type special move that may poison the target. The move inflicts either physical or special damage depending on which will damage the target more.

■ New Gigantamax Forms


Gigantamax Venusaur

  • Type: Grass/Poison
  • Height: 78ʹ9″+
  • Weight: ????.? lbs.
  • Ability: Overgrow

The power of Gigantamaxing has made Venusaur’s flower bloom so large that it covers the Pokemon’s body. During battle, the Pokemon uses these petals as a shield and swings its two thick vines around to thrash its target. Grass-type attacks used by Gigantamax Venusaur will change to G-Max Vine Lash. G-Max Vine Lash doesn’t just deal damage to an opponent when it hits—it will continue to deal damage for four turns to any Pokemon that isn’t Grass type.

Gigantamax Blastoise

  • Type: Water
  • Height: 82ʹ+
  • Weight: ????.? lbs.
  • Ability: Torrent

Blastoise’s shell has grown to match its body, and it boasts new extra-large water cannons as well. Gigantamax Blastoise can adapt to different situations by using different combinations of its 31 variously sized cannons. Gigantamax Blastoise can also move the 12 large cannons surrounding its central cannon independently, letting it orient its attacks in any direction, whether toward the ground or the sky. Water-type attacks used by Gigantamax Blastoise will change to G-Max Cannonade. G-Max Cannonade doesn’t just deal damage to an opponent when it hits—it will continue to deal damage for four turns to any Pokemon that isn’t Water type.

■ Legendary Pokemon Urshifu’s Exclusive Moves


Legendary Pokemon Urshifu has two forms—Single Strike Style and Rapid Strike Style—and each form can learn different moves and G-Max Moves. 


A Single Strike Style Urshifu that has followed the path of darkness can unleash a single, severe blow—a signature move known as Wicked Blow. This move always results in a critical hit, allowing Urshifu to attack while ignoring the target’s stat changes. 


A Rapid Strike Style Urshifu that has followed the path of water can unleash a flowing three-hit combo—a signature move known as Surging Strikes. This move always results in critical hits, allowing Urshifu to attack while ignoring the target’s stat changes.

Unseen Fist is a new Ability introduced with these expansions and one that only Single Strike Style Urshifu and Rapid Strike Style Urshifu possess. This Ability lets the Pokemon deal damage when it attacks with moves that make direct contact even if the target defends itself by using moves like Protect.


Dark-type attacks used by Single Strike Style Gigantamax Urshifu will change to G-Max One Blow. Water-type attacks used by Rapid Strike Style Gigantamax Urshifu will change to G-Max Rapid Flow. G-Max One Blow and G-Max Rapid Flow can deal damage even if a target defends itself by using moves like Max Guard or Protect.

■ New Adventuring Featured Introduced in the Isle of Armor



The dojo on the Isle of Armor houses a unique take on recycling in the form of a device called the Cram-o-matic. If players feed it four items, it will combine them and give out a new item in exchange. Trainers can receive any of a variety of items, including Poke Balls, PP Ups, and more. Some combinations might even produce rare items.

Tutor Moves

Completely new tutor moves will also be available on the Isle of Armor. Trainers can have their Pokemon learn them in exchange for Armorite Ore, a substance that can be found on the Isle of Armor through Max Raid Battles and other means.


Burning Jealousy is a new Fire-type move that can be taught starting with these expansions. When it hits, it deals damage to all opposing Pokemon and burns all opposing Pokemon that have had their stats boosted during the turn.


Grassy Glide is a new Grass-type move that can be taught starting with these expansions. This move has high priority when used on Grassy Terrain.

Max Soup


Max Soup is a special dish made from rare ingredients you can gather on the Isle of Armor. If a Pokemon with great hidden potential drinks Max Soup, it will become a special Pokemon capable of Gigantamaxing.


Some Pokemon that Trainers are already traveling with may also gain the ability to Gigantamax.

Expansion Pass Part 2: The Crown Tundra


The second area unlocked by the Expansion Pass is the snow-swept realm of the Crown Tundra. In this frigid yet beautiful landscape—with its jagged winter mountains and shining, silvery landscape—people live in small communities where they support and rely on one another. A man named Peony will appoint the player as the leader of his exploration team in the Crown Tundra and task them with investigating the reaches of this frozen land. Players will also be able to explore the depths of the Pokemon Dens seen during Max Raid Battles. What’s more, it seems several previously unseen Legendary Pokemon make the Crown Tundra their home.

■ Newly Discovered  Legendary Pokemon



  • Category: Electron Pokemon
  • Type: Electric
  • Height: 3ʹ11″
  • Weight: 319.7 lbs.
  • Ability: Transistor

Regieleki absorbs electrons to live. Regieleki’s signature Electric-type special move, Thunder Cage, fires furious bolts of electricity from its lower half, trapping opponents directly below it in a cage of lightning. Thunder Cage doesn’t only deal damage to opponents when it lands—the electrified cage will also cause damage every turn for four to five turns and prevent opponents from fleeing or being swapped out.


  • Category: Dragon Orb Pokemon
  • Type: Dragon
  • Height: 6ʹ11″
  • Weight: 440.9 lbs.
  • Ability: Dragon’s Maw

Regirago’s body is composed of crystallized dragon energy. With Regidrago’s signature move, Dragon Energy, the Pokemon assumes a shape similar to a dragon’s head, then fires intense dragon energy from its mouth. The more HP the user has remaining, the higher the move’s power.

■ Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres?


Legendary Pokemon bearing strong resemblances to Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres have been spotted in the Crown Tundra. These Pokemon seem to bear Ice-type, Electric-type, and Fire-type characteristics, respectively, and were previously thought to be the same as the Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres seen in other regions. Recently gathered data from reported sightings and other sources about the Pokemon have bolstered the theory that they are, in fact, distinct variants.

Galarian Articuno

  • Category: Cruel Pokemon
  • Type: Psychic/Flying
  • Height: 5ʹ7″
  • Weight: 112.2 lbs.
  • Ability: Competitive

Once every several decades, this migratory Pokemon appears in the Crown Tundra. Galarian Articuno’s signature move, Freezing Glare, is a Psychic-type special move in which the Pokemon attacks by firing psychic power from both eyes. This move may also leave the target frozen.

Galarian Zapdos

  • Category: Strong Legs Pokemon
  • Type: Fighting/Flying
  • Height: 5ʹ3″
  • Weight: 128.3 lbs.
  • Ability: Defiant

Once every several decades, this migratory Pokemon appears in the Crown Tundra. Galarian Zapdos’s signature move, Thunderous Kick, is a Fighting-type physical move that overwhelms the target with lightning-like movement before delivering a kick. This also lowers the target’s Defense stat.

Galarian Moltres

  • Category: Malevolent Pokemon
  • Type: Dark/Flying
  • Height: 6ʹ7″
  • Weight: 145.5 lbs.
  • Ability: Berserk

Once every several decades, this migratory Pokemon appears in the Crown Tundra. Galarian Moltres’s signature move, Fiery Wrath, is a Dark-type special move in which the Pokemon transforms its wrath into a fire-like aura to attack. It may also make opposing Pokemon flinch.

■ New Characters


Upon arriving in the Crown Tundra, players will encounter Peony, who has brought his daughter along on an adventure to find the truth behind tales of Legendary Pokemon in the area. Listening isn’t his strong suit, and his bold behaviour draws plenty of attention, but he has a kind side and plenty of affection for his daughter.

■ Dynamax Adventure


Trainers can team up with three other players to go on a Dynamax Adventure, where they will be able to venture into Pokemon Dens and even encounter Dynamax Pokemon. If Trainers do encounter a Dynamax Pokemon during their exploration, they’ll need to work together in a Max Raid Battle. Trainers will get a chance to catch the Dynamax Pokemon for their team if they triumph in the battle, but they’ll be kicked out of the den should they lose.

■ Galarian Star Tournament


Once Trainers progress far enough in their adventure in the Crown Tundra, they’ll be able to participate in the Galarian Star Tournament, held in the city of Wyndon. In this tournament, Trainers will battle with various characters they met in Pokemon Sword and Pokemon Shield—but not just as opponents. They can also pick a teammate and tackle the tournament together.


■ Transfer Bonus Points in Pokemon Home

Starting Tuesday, June 2, 2020, at 2:00 p.m. BST, if Trainers transfer one or more Pokemon from Pokemon Sword or Pokemon Shield to the Nintendo Switch version of Pokemon Home, they will be able to receive a Grookey, Scorbunny, and Sobble with their Hidden Abilities as Mystery Gifts in the mobile device version of Pokemon Home.


Grookey’s Hidden Ability is Grassy Surge. It’s a rare Ability that normally wouldn’t be available.

  • Level: 5
  • Ability: Grassy Surge
  • Moves: Scratch, Growl


Scorbunny’s Hidden Ability is Libero. It’s a rare Ability that makes its first appearance in Pokemon Sword and Pokemon Shield.

  • Level: 5
  • Ability: Libero
  • Moves: Tackle, Growl


Sobble’s Hidden Ability is Sniper. It’s a rare Ability that normally wouldn’t be available.

  • Level: 5
  • Ability: Sniper
  • Moves: Pound, Growl

■ Gigantamax Festival


From Monday, June 1 PT until Monday, June 30, at 00:59 a.m. BST, many different Gigantamax Pokemon can be encountered in Max Raid Battles in Pokemon Sword and Pokemon Shield. Some different Gigantamax Pokemon will appear depending on the version of the game being played.

The following Gigantamax Pokemon will appear in both versions of the game:

  • Snorlax

Gigantamax Pokemon that will appear only in Pokemon Sword:

  • Alcremie
  • Amped Form Toxtricity
  • Appletun
  • Centiskorch
  • Corviknight
  • Duraludon
  • Garbodor
  • Gengar
  • Grimmsnarl
  • Kingler
  • Lapras

Gigantamax Pokemon that will appear only in Pokemon Shield:

  • Butterfree
  • Charizard
  • Coalossal
  • Copperajah
  • Drednaw
  • Flapple
  • Hatterene
  • Low Key Form Toxtricity
  • Machamp
  • Orbeetle
  • Sandaconda
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[Note: I seem to have lost the ask where someone requested my post-war headcanon for Alloran, but anyway here it is.]

Less than a month after the end of the war, Alloran applies for transfer off of Earth and back to the homeworld.  When the first request gets cancelled due to a minor typo in a sub-section of a supplemental form, he curses himself and immediately applies again.

The second request lingers in the metaphorical z-space between agents for longer, nearly two Earth months, before it gets cancelled as well.  The systems are overtaxed due to the sudden influx of Earth tourism, the form letter tells him this time, and they’re very sorry for their inability to accommodate his request.

The third time he applies, the form remains “under review” on the submission portal for half a year, even though the review process normally takes less than a day.  So he applies a fourth time, a terrible suspicion taking hold by now.  The Electorate automatically cancels both applications, and has the gall to send him a snippy comm message asking that he refrain from filing redundant claims from now on.

The fifth application gets reviewed and cancelled; the sixth one doesn’t even get that courtesy.  It just stays there, “submitted” but not yet “under review,” unwanted and ignored.

Just like its author.

Alloran considers, then.  For nearly a day he paces, watching the andalite computer and the primitive human device alike, and weighs the merits of stealing Visser Three’s Blade ship out of the impound lot.  It wouldn’t be hard; the security system is coded to his biometrics.  No one but he or Tom Berenson could fly that ship now, and Tom Berenson is dead.

After another day, Alloran instead morphs human and walks to the nearest CVS.

He has to swallow an entire jumbo bag of marshmallows and three jars of tomato sauce for comfort before he can swallow his pride as well.  But the comfort food does its trick, and at the end he pulls out the human cell phone still registered under one of Esplin 9466′s aliases and enters the third speed-dial option.

“Hey, you.”  Eva answers immediately.  “How’s it going?”

They don’t know each other, not really.  And yet in every one of their three conversations, Eva has greeted him like an old friend.  Her voice brings a reaction to Alloran’s human morph: tightness in his throat, the heat of tears behind his eyes.

“I apologize for troubling you,” Alloran says stiffly.  “Please, if you are busy, disregard this request.”

Eva snorts a laugh.  At least, Alloran thinks that that’s what the sound is.  “I’m not busy, and I owe you a favor anyway.  Shoot.”

Alloran glances around the room, but there are no weapons, so he decides to disregard that last.  “I am truly sorry if it slipped my mind,” he says, “but what favor do you owe?”

“My kid is not in jail on some foreign planet right now, and I hear that’s all your fault.  What’s the favor?”

“The War Council would not have imprisoned the Animorphs.  That is, perhaps Aximili and Prince Jake may have been imprisoned, but doubtless the full Electorate court would have proven merciful—”

“Alloran.  What’s the favor.”

He’s stalling, and she knows it.  “It’s a bit of a complicated political matter, and I’m afraid I am not well equipped to explain it to a human, but enforcement of our travel policies is more subject to individual agents’ personal judgment than we ideally would have it be, and…”

“Hijo de puta.  They’re not letting you go home, are they?”

Alloran fills his human lungs with more air than they technically need for speech.  “It’s a complicated matter.”  Nevertheless, his voice comes out small.

“You still camping at the Sharing Community Center?”

“Yes.”  His voice is even smaller now.

“I’ll be there in half an hour, querido.”  She hangs up.

While he waits, he goes outside to run, to graze, to stare up at the stars.

He didn’t lie; it is complicated.  The Andalite Electorate is struggling to recover from a decades-long war, one that threatened the existence of their very soul as a people.  Seerow’s mistakes — and Alloran’s own decision to publicize the failings of his prince — have ensured that the whole debacle was a massive embarrassment even before the defeat on the hork-bajir homeworld.

And then…

He’s heard the word, whispered and hissed and screamed and shouted.



His face is the public face of the Yeerk Empire.  His voice is its voice.  The morph he was just using — a bald, middle-aged human male — was constructed from the DNA of a dozen human-controllers.  Everything he owns, from the black limousine parked at the curb to the press pass of a woman called Aria, was taken from the hands of murdered slaves.

Of course his people don’t want him back.  Of course not.  The quantum virus was one thing, but then he had the gall go to and get himself captured by the yeerks.  And he’d added insult to injury when he’d challenged a captain on Aximili’s behalf.

He can see it.  That’s what stings.  He can stare up at the glittering point of his home star even as he runs across a field of dull foreign grass, and at this rate it’ll never be anything but a fixed point of light in an unfamiliar sky ever again.

Eva shows up then, before he can feel too sorry for himself.

She brings a human substance known as pinot noir.


“And then…”  Eva points a wavering finger at him.  Her words have gotten blurrier over time.  “And then, we just sneak it in, and bam!”  She slaps the tabletop.

Alloran leans in across to her.  “Bam,” he agrees.

“You needed a ride home?”

At the new voice, Alloran stands up sharply.  Too sharply.  He gets his two flimsy little legs tangled in the chair and almost pitches over.

Marco catches him.  “You all right?” he asks.

“I,” Alloran intones, “am intoxicated.  Tox.  I.  Cate.  Ed.  Wonderful word.  Intock.  Sick.  Kate.  Dd-d-d-d-d.”

“Yeeeaah, I was getting those vibes from the—”  Marco leans around him in an impressive display of human balance.  “Bottle of wine apiece you two’ve apparently emptied.”

Eva draws herself up.  “I did not call and request a ride home, I called and requested a ride to the Netherlands!”

“You’re right, you did.”  Marco rolls his eyes.  “Which is why I made the decision to show up and bring you home instead.”

“No, no, the Netherlands.”  Eva steps up next to Alloran.  They both regard Marco carefully.  “Not to worry, we’ve thought it through.  You call your friend with the private plane, Bradley or Bradford or whomever his name is.  We fly out to the Hague tonight.”

“Where is this going,” Marco mutters.

“Holland,” Alloran informs him.  “It is-sssss in…”

“Yeah, I’ve been.”

“Anyway.”  Eva gestures sharply, bringing attention back to her.  “We shall have a perfectly ordinary canister of table salt with us, and we shall request to visit with Visser Three—”

“Oh Jesus.  Mom.”

“The guards will not suspect a thing, for it is just an ordinary condiment.  All we must then do is create a diversion, and…”  Eva flings out both hands as if miming an explosion.

“Splat,” Alloran says.  “Pllll-lat.  Hissssss.”

“And this will accomplish what, exactly?” Marco asks.

“Making Alloran feel better,” Eva whispers to him.  However, she seems to be whispering a great deal louder than she realizes.  Humans are ill-equipped for private communication, with their sad reliance on verbal speech.  “None of the andalites want him back.”

“Yeah.  Cool.”  Marco laughs.  “Ten out of ten therapists recommend war crimes for a friend in need!  And as a guy who’s been to at least ten therapists, I’d know.”

Alloran is not certain, but he believes that Marco might be employing the human verbal quirk known as “sarcasm.”

“No one will suspect a thing.”  Eva pats him on the shoulder.

Marco sighs.  “Security will just think it’s cocaine.”

“Cocaine?” Alloran asks.  “Coke-cane?  Co-c-c-c-c-c-c-aine?”

“Something you’re never going to try.”  Marco levels a hard stare at him.  “Given how well you handle your red wine.”

“Cooo-caaayyy-nnnee.  Co-cane.”

“How did you get wrapped up in this dumbass heist, anyway?”  Marco looks from one of them to the other.

“Alloran needed me,” Eva says.

“I have no friends,” Alloran announces.  “And Arbron does not own a cell phone.  Ell.  Elffffff-own.”

Marco closes his main eyes for several seconds, massaging the bridge of his nose.  An impressive feat of daring, for a creature with no stalk eyes who relies upon bipedalism.  “Should’ve known you’d be a morose drunk,” he says.

“So, you’ll take us to the airfield, then?” Eva asks.

Lifting his head up, Marco opens his eyes.  “In the words of my wise and estimable mother: if you want it that bad, you can have it when you’re sober.”

Eva opens her mouth halfway, squinting in what Alloran would guess is the effort of remembering when she would have said that.  After a second, her expression clears.  “I was right to say it, that floozy would have broken your heart in the morning, and this situation is entirely different!”

“That floozy’s name was Jake Gyllenhaal,” Marco mutters, “and I totally would’ve gone for it when I was sober, but I never got his number.”

Eva says something in Spanish, presumably about the loose morals of Jake Gyllenhaal.  Marco’s expression would suggest that he only pretends not to understand her.

“Anyway.  The point stands.  I’m driving you home.”  Marco jerks his chin at Eva.  “And you,” he says, looking at Alloran, “are gonna morph and sober up before we go anywhere.  I’m not having you nothlited on my conscience.”

“But,” Alloran says, “the salt—”

“We’ll revisit the salt in the morning,” Marco says firmly.  “Demorph.  Please.”

Alloran considers pointing out that he is a war-prince, he does not take orders from alien children, he has his pride… And then considers whether any of those statements is actually true.

He demorphs.

Instantly, he feels both better and worse.  On the upside he’s more clear-headed now, but on the downside he’s more clear-headed.

“I’ll call you.”  Marco gives him a long look while shepherding Eva out the door.


Marco does not call, but he does send several written missives to Alloran’s cell phone.  The Animorphs still have an illegal andalite communication device, it would appear, and Marco has put in requests to channels both official and not about the possibility of transport from Earth to the homeworld.

     —Ax is on it, Marco’s latest text reads.  —He’s calling an old friend.  Might take some smuggling, but we’ve got an idea.

     —Thank you, Alloran types carefully on the tiny keyboard.  —Your assistance is greatly appreciated, and undeserved.

He’s debating whether to hit send when there’s a knock on the door.

Alloran’s in an abandoned building the Sharing used to use for housing human-controllers.  There is very little chance that this is an incidental knock, or someone who wandered by accidentally.

The thought occurs to him that it’d be smarter to morph human and blend in before he answers.  But the fear of facing the unknown in a half-blind, tailless morph wins out.  He opens the door as is.

It proves to be the right decision.  The andalite on the other side didn’t bother to morph either.

Estrid stares at him in silence for several seconds.  Her expression is unreadable, all eyes ahead and carefully blank.  Alloran doesn’t know what she’s looking for, but he lets her look.

«Estrid,» he says at last, when it’s clear she isn’t going to speak first.  He gestures with his tail blade, the downward sweep of greeting for an honored warrior.

«Father,» she says.

Her own sharp tail-turn puts the flat of her blade toward him.  A greeting between equals.  An insult.  Both not formal enough for an aristh to acknowledge a war-prince, and too formal for greeting a family member.

But then, Alloran went for Estrid, didn’t he.  Not Aristh Estrid-Corill-Darrath, not Estri-kala or my child.

They haven’t seen each other in over two years.  They haven’t spoken in almost twenty.

Arguably, given how young she was when he was taken, they’ve never really spoken at all.  Certainly Alloran knows little of the person his daughter has become as a young adult.  As a groundbreaking aristh.  As a brilliant researcher.

As a war criminal.

Humans have a saying, about apples that don’t fall far.

«How is Jahar?» Alloran says.  It’s what he really wants to know, and he doesn’t know how to approach any of the other minefields that lie between them.  «And Ajaht, how is he?»

Judging by Estrid’s expression, she takes this to be a standard small-talk opening instead of the deeply earnest inquiry it is.  «Mother is well enough.  I suppose you’ll have to apologize to her in person.»  She doesn’t mention her brother.

Alloran feels his tail blade drop nearly to the floor without his permission.  «Yes.  Of course.  Estrid…»

«I’m on a diplomatic mission to Earth,» she says briskly.  «Prince Aximili and I have concluded discussions with several local leaders about access to morphing technology and tourism restrictions going forward.  Therefore, I will be able to exit the planet and return home after being subject to nothing more rigorous than human security scans.»  The dismissive little flick of her tail at this last is, all things considered, somewhat warranted.  Humans have yet to devise a single effective way to detect morphers.

«Return home,» Alloran repeats.

Might take some smuggling, Marco said.  It’s sinking in: Estrid is here to bring him home.

Home.  To the wife he disgraced.  The brother he got killed.  The children who won’t even acknowledge him, a feverish pair of overachievers desperate to leave his legacy behind.  Ajaht’s tail-fighting is so legendary that, even using human channels, Alloran has been able to find scraps of news.  Estrid’s skill is not praised so publicly… but the yeerks got ahold of Arbat’s files, after their disastrous mission to Earth.  Alloran knows more about her, he thinks, than he ever wanted to.

«We’re leaving now,» Estrid says.  «My window for authorized exit ends in two-point-eight-six Earth hours, so we need to move.»

She must have been here for days if not weeks, to negotiate the way she’s describing.  And yet she came to find him at the last possible second.  Likely to minimize the time they’re forced to spend together.

Alloran doesn’t have the time or the energy to care.  «What would you prefer me to morph?»

«Something small and Earth-based.»  She barely finishes speaking before she starts to morph herself.

Alloran pauses in surprise, because Estrid morphs with shocking skill, melding from andalite to human in a mere forty-seven seconds, all without ever once losing her footing.  She even wears a normative amount of clothing when she’s finished, a sundress and sneakers and a coat overtop.

She sighs, looking him over.  «We don’t have all day, here.»

«You were wasted in Arbat’s lab,» Alloran says.

«You don’t have to tell me that,» Estrid snaps.  «Tell me, dear father, what else was a girl and a second-born and the child of a disgraced bloodline meant to do?»

Alloran has no answer.  Silently he morphs.

His options are limited — Visser Three overwhelmingly preferred large to small morphs, and Alloran hasn’t bothered acquiring much else — so he opts for snake, Lachesis muta according to a human-controller from the area.  It’s still larger than most Earth reptiles, but by coiling in close he becomes small enough to drop into the oversized pocket of Estrid’s jacket.

Estrid doesn’t speak to him, and he doesn’t ask her to, the entire way back to her fighter.  She’s under no obligation, and he won’t force the issue.


«We’re landing soon,» Estrid tells him, three Earth weeks and eighty-two light years later.  She’s maintained that icy formality throughout the entire journey so far, responding to Alloran’s questions — about her research, about her brother, about her morphing — with flat non-answers.

Alloran steps to the viewport to look out over the rolling grasslands of home like a child on his first in-atmosphere flight.  Is it home, really?  It’s been thirty-nine years since he left home to quell the small skirmish on the hork-bajir homeworld, forty-seven since his first offworld assignment serving under Prince Seerow.  He has seen a dozen planets, been a hundred species, since that time.  This body belonged to Visser Three for nearly as long as it did to Alloran himself, decades of nonexistence until he all but forgot his own name.

«What will you do next?» Alloran asks Estrid, still desperate for conversation.

She flicks a dismissive hand at the air.  «I have my work.»

«Even without Arbat?»

«I didn’t say it was easy.»

«And the quantum virus?»

She turns all four eyes on him.  A small part of him wants to scold her for bad form, but a far larger part of him recognizes he’d be overstepping.  «The quantum virus never happened,» she says sharply.  «And if it did, I was never informed of its existence.  This journey was my first visit to Earth, Arbat died in a lab accident, we were never involved in weapons development, and if you even think about saying differently the War Council will back my story, because all of the documentation —»

«Estrid.»  He cuts her off as gently as he can.  «I would never…»

He sees it, in the stiffening of her stalk eyes.  Hears it in the catch of her breath.  She doesn’t want a father.  Or if she does, she doesn’t want him.

«I would never dishonor the memory of my brother by raising questions about his death,» Alloran says instead.

Estrid relaxes, and turns back to the controls.

He is weary of war, weary of being alone.  The person he’d been when he first met Esplin 9466 would have been shouting by now, demanding to know what right Estrid has to consider herself any better than him.  He only deployed a quantum virus, had no hand in its evil creation.  Either she is a hypocrite… or she is just like the War Council officials who consider it a far worse crime to be enslaved by yeerks than to have murdered ten million hork-bajir.

It’s been a long war, and Alloran has missed her every moment of it.  Let her be angry; she’s here.

There is one more delicate question Alloran needs to ask, however, before they disembark on their family’s land.  «Jahar,» he says.  «I assume… She has found someone else.  To help raise you, and…»  Dark Sun, but this is hard.  «She deserves to be loved, of course.»

Eva’s mate remarried, after all.  Together they’d cried about that, somewhere between the third and fourth glasses of wine.

«Who would date her?» Estrid asks.  «Who would be seen speaking to her?  No.  There’s no one.  There hasn’t been.  There was me, and Ajaht, and that’s it.»

Alloran feels sadness and relief and disappointment and shame at his relief, all at once in a rush too complex to understand.  «I see,» he says at last.

«So go to her.»  Estrid yanks hard to unseal the fighter’s outer door; they’ve landed without his noticing.  «Go to her and—»  Another hard yank.  «Kriffing thing

Alloran puts his hand next to hers, pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t pull away.  As one they move, and the door comes open at last.

She came to meet them.  Alloran doesn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that, and yet…

Jahar is older, lined around the eyes and stooped in her shoulders and dull-edged around her hooves.  She’s radiant.  Transcendent.

Alloran is frozen.  Aware of all the knocks he’s taken, all the shine he’s lost.  Aware that they’ve been apart for longer than they ever were together.

He blames that last for the way his knees lock.  For the voice that freezes inside his mind, unable to form words.  For the crack in his breath and the painful squeeze of his hearts as she becomes the one to step forward.  As she raises a hand to his cheek, in the first gentle touch he’s felt in thirty-nine years.

[Note: I know that Aloth’s line in #38 about Estrid being Arbat’s niece — which would make her Alloran’s daughter — is probably not meant to be literal in context.  But the literal interpretation is boring, so I went with the fun one.]

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Oh Boi that takes me back! I love all Overlord games and have played them except for fellowship because yeah… That one had a little bit of the humor but otherwise just wasn’t the same.

For me personally 1 was fun, the Add-On Rising Hell was extremely good, absolutely incomparable to today’s DLC-bullshit! That Add-On had everything, a complete second game with all new mechanics (I loved the fact that you had to solve your enemy problems other than killing because they were all ready dead and who doesn’t want to play halfling ping pong). And Overlord 2 was my favorite! In my opinion improvement on all aspects. I have played it 5 times and Kelda is my fave (and the sounds of those tiny gnome squeaks will follow me into my deepest nightmares as I turn them great again by squashing all muhahahahaha).

That said the games are not without fault, the controls have made me loose my marbles more than once… But the fact that I overlooked my dumb minions idiocy everytime says something.

There is also that one spin off game with the youngest son of a noble finding gnarl and going against his siblings that one was short but fun.

Feew yeah that about summarizes it it was my brother who got me into the games when he played Two. I would watch him Play all kinds of games but Overlord stuck with me until today its the first game I bought myself. And you know WHAT? I am going to replay them right now thank you you beautiful stranger for reminding me

(*caugh but also I have the terrible habit of just not doing the final fights because well there will be nothing after and I know all the endings soooo yeah)

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bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. repost, and do not reblog.

  • ARIES : tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate.
  • TAURUS : idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent.
  • GEMINI : the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.
  • CANCER : the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them.
  • LEO : no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always.
  • VIRGO : can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.
  • LIBRA : solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves.
  • SCORPIO : easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they oftentimes find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves.
  • SAGITTARIUS : impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them.
  • CAPRICORN : scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally.
  • AQUARIUS : gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little.
  • PISCES : empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgemental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation
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So, this is going to be me writing a bit of current event. The fact that I’m trans, ace and homoromantic is no secret and I believe many of you know the two first things. What’s not fully as common knowledge is the fact that I’m also part Sámi (north Eurpean indigenous people) and part Romani (”but Niko you don’t look like you’re any of that” and exactly how many Sámi and Romani have you met?).

Anyway, I’m not a big social media person, but something I’ve seen on those places I do check is that any other minority, including LGBTAQ+ community, indigenous ppl and Romani, is that there’s this mentality of “it’s none of my business and I suffer enough so I won’t get involved with their problems”. And that, that enrages me. It doesn’t matter whatever minority or group you belong to, this should anger you, you should get angry by racism and discrimination towards anyone, especially when you have been there yourself. Frankly, I can’t understand this kind of thinking. If you’ve been treated in a discriminatory way, feared for your life, been beaten and so, how can you say it’s none of your problem and do absolutely nothing, sometimes even pretend the problem even exists? I get wanting to protect yourself, but for black people, especially in America, life is a constant fear, a constant struggle. How can you not want to do something to ease that?

I know not everyone has money to donate, can go protesting and so on. Not everyone has the mental health to confront others either, but there will always be something everyone can and should do. Share info, report racist posts online, those are two things pretty much everyone can do. If you’re in America, I know there’s plenty of lists to sign to politicians.

Anyway, I’ll stop now. I don’t know how much sense this make to the rest of you (my post, I mean), but it just makes me angry when other minority groups turn their back towards black people. If you’re like me, a firm believer in equality for everyone, you can’t turn your back towards something because it might make life worse for you.

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